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03-14-2007, 07:04 AM
Attendance: 492
Northeastern Georgia's Previous: 431
Tuesday Night Turmoil opens up to a shot of Carlos Gonzalez before the opening video even plays. Carlos is sitting at his desk with his hands folded in front of him and resting on his papers. His glasses are sitting beside his hands and he's looking straight at the camera.
Carlos: Good evening. As all of you should have by now seen, last week's PCW Championship match ended in controversy as the PCW Champion, The Dream, was carried off by some masked men known only as the Nicaraguan Death Squad, and the PCW Title was melted...
Carlos takes a deep breath before continuing.
Carlos: So I have decided with a heavy heart to allow Mike Adams to take the final place in the match, and to allow his old PCW Championship belt to be the title officially on the line next Tuesday at Everything Ends. Good luck everyone!
The opening video for TNT finally plays and at it's conclusions a few small pyros go off.
Daniel: Welcome everybody to Tuesday Night Turmoil! I'm Daniel Justice and sitting beside me is Max Stockton, and man do we have a doozy to open the show?
Max: Doozy?
Daniel: Doozy. You know, big match up?
Max: ...
Daniel: Nevermind, you're an idiot, I don't know why I try.
Daniel: As I said, we have a big match to open the show. It’s going to be Gerard Carson competing against Tank. If Tank wins, he’ll get another shot at Carson at Everything Ends, in a triple threat match with Spaz for the Florida State title.
Max: Why didn’t you just say that instead of making up words like poozy.
Daniel: Doozy, and it’s a real word.
Max: Yeah, maybe down here in Hicksville. I never thought I’d say this, but I cant wait until Everything Ends is over so we can get back to Florida.
Daniel: Ok, anyway, while you contemplate such things, the rest of us will get on with entertaining these fans in Georgia that turned up here tonight for our final TNT before Everything Ends.
“Tryin to win” by Status Quo hits the speakers and the large frame of Tank emerges from the back. The cocky giant walks to the ring, steps inside and raises his arms to heat from the crowd.
Mina: the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New York City, weighing in at 285lbs, Tank.
Daniel: you know, for all his hype, there are actually bigger guys than Tank floating about backstage.
Max: yes, but none of them manhandled the Florida champion last week the way this guy did.
Daniel: Believe it or not, but throwing someone over the top rope isn’t particularly considered manhandling.
Max: It is when you do it with the force Tank did.
“Give ‘Em Hell Kid” by MCR starts playing as Gerard Carson announces his arrival. The Florida champion walks out to the stage amid a flurry of flashing green lights. Carson looks to the ring at Tank and walks to the ring, taking in the adulation of his fans.
Mina: His opponent, from Liverpool, England and weighing in at 225lbs, he is the Florida State Champion, Gerard Carson.
Daniel: Well, this week Gerard Carson had a lot to say about Tank’s perception of manhandling. He, and I, want to know if Tank can really go one on one with Carson.
Max: Carson has been dropping titles left and right recently. Tonight Tank takes one step closer to making sure Carson drops the only title he has left.
Daniel do you actually watch any of our shows? Carson lost the God of Live title because his sister thought it was time to move past it, not because Phill Bennett was particularly better than him.
Carson stops at the bottom of the ramp and walks round the outside, where he hoists the title aloft before handing it to Mina Henderson. Carson climbs the ring steps and steps between the ropes, ready for action. Tank doesn’t want to wait a minute longer and rushes at Carson, who ducks under a clothesline. Carson spins to face Tank, but gets caught with a stiff punch to the jaw, followed by a short Irish whip into the corner.
Max: Two
Daniel: Huh?
Max: never mind
Tank follows up in the corner with a splash, stunning Carson. Tank mounts the second rope and starts punching down on Carson’s face and head. With the crowd booing Tank, the ref tries to step in to break it up, but Tank turns and glowers at him. Tank looks to continue his assault on the Florida Champ but the delay proves costly as Carson recovers to shove Tank off the ropes and to the mat. Carson quickly jumps to the second rope himself and comes off with a legdrop across the throat of Tank. Carson goes for the quick pin, but the bigger Tank quickly powers out.
Max: Dream on Carson, it’s going to take more than that to keep Tank down.
Carson realises that too, as he picks Tank up and looks for a jawbreaker, but Tank stays on his feet as Carson crashes into the mat. Tank hits a leg drop of his own, before picking Carson up and nailing a DDT. He covers Carson quickly
One
Two
Max: Four
Daniel: Ok, we’re only on our first match and you’re already drunk.
Max: That’s a slanderous accusation Max. Our viewers might think I’m unprofessional.
Daniel: yes, and that would be my fault of course.
The match continues as Carson kicked out after two. Carson is again brought to his feet. A kick to the gut of Carson is foiled as Carson catches the boot and hits an enziguiri. Tank falls to the mat, but only onto his knees. Carson runs off the ropes and hits a shining wizard to the back of Tank’s head, sending him face first to the mat. Carson again uses the second rope, this time running and springboarding off it with a moonsault.
Daniel: nice combination of moves there by Carson, but is it enough to keep Tank down for the three count.
The moonsault may have been a move too far for Carson as he holds his ribs after hitting it. He rolls Tank over onto his back and hooks the leg.
One
Two
Tank gets the shoulder up. Carson gets to his feet, still holding his ribs. He reaches down to hoist Tank up, but Tank drives his shoulder into Carson’s ribs as he does so. Tank forces Carson to the corner and focuses on Carson’s ribs with a few shoulder thrusts to the injured area. Tank seemingly forgets he is in the corner as he reaches for a bearhug. The ref calls for the break immediately, but Tank keeps the hold locked in as he tosses Carson up and over his head in a belly to belly throw.
Max: six. There it is, unequivocal proof that our Florida Champion is full of shit.
Daniel: what the hell are you talking about?
Max: Gerard Carson said that Tank had only five moves in his arsenal. Tank just hit his sixth different move of the match, hence proving that Carson doesn’t know what he is talking about. Did you seriously think I was just shouting out random numbers?
Daniel: I think I might have preferred if that is actually what you were doing. I’ve never heard of such crap on commentary before, and I’ve been working with you every week since July.
Max: except for when I went on that spying mission to PCW for a few weeks.
Daniel: oh yes, how could we forget the time you first fell in love with Mike Adams?
Max: That’s PCW champion Mike Adams to you. Didn’t you hear what Carlos said at the start of the show?
Daniel Well, that can be debated in more detail next week at Everything Ends, but for now, I’m concerned with the match in the ring.
Max: I’d be concerned too if I was you. Tank is really starting to show his dominance now.
Tank follows up on the throw by taking Carson to his feet again, before throwing him out of the ring, in an almost instant replay of what happened last week in the six man tag. As Tank stands in the ring with his arms raised, the crowd rally behind Carson, chanting his name to will him back into the match. Carson makes his way to his feet with Tank still in the ring. Hearing the pop from the crowd, Tank turns and sees Carson standing on the outside. He approaches the ropes as Carson gets to the apron. Tank reaches out to suplex Carson back into the ring, but Carson hangs him up on the top rope. Carson quickly climbs the ropes from the outside and enters the ring via his patented 450 splash. Carson quickly rolls over for the cover.
One
Two
Thre…. Tank barely gets the shoulder up in time.
Carson gets to his feet and stands off Tank as the big man comes back to his senses. Tank slowly shakes off the cobwebs and makes his way to his feet, where Carson is standing waiting. Blast From the Past (Super kick) by Carson. No, Tank had the presence of mind to duck under it. Tank charges Carson, but Carson sidesteps it. Carson spins on his heel.
Daniel: Blast from the Past Connects.
Max: No fucking way, he can’t just do that.
Carson again tries for the cover, and this time Tank is hardly moving.
One
Two
Three!!!!!!!
Mina: The winner of this match, your Florida State Champion, Gerard Carson.
Carson stands tall in the ring as he is handed his title and “Give ‘EM Hell Kid” plays onvce again over the speakers. He looks down at Tank, shrugs his shoulders and exits the ring with his title held high.
Daniel: Well, I guess that’s another match finalised for Everything Ends. Tank will not be gatecrashing the Florida title match afterall, thanks to that devastating “Blast From the Past.” You can almost see him picturing his former best friend in the ring every time he hits that move.
Max: Huh?
Daniel: Oh, nevermind, It’d take to long to explain to you. Anyway, I believe the producer has noticed a certain someone turning up backstage, let’s head there now.
The camera goes backstage where Jamie Parker is seen arriving at the arena, his duffel bag on his shoulder.
Max: Later tonight, Jamie Parker has promised to address his fans regarding the tag team championships! Did you hear Daniel? Parker's national address!
Daniel: Parker has fans?
Jeremiah Ranks and Andrew Xavier just happen to show up to the arena at the same time and look at each other as they carry their bags through the hallway.
Xavier: Okay, listen…last week didn’t work out as well as we wanted. This week though we have the last chance to soften up three of our opponents for the PCW Title. What do you say we cut the bullshit and try to get it done?
Ranks: Fine. But as soon as the match is done tonight don’t be surprised if I take you out myself.
Xavier: Ranks why don’t you listen to yourself for a damn second. Do you realize what you and I are in this match for the belt?
Ranks: No, what?
Xavier: You and I…at least by most of the experts are the odd men out. We’re the guys who no one expected to get into this match.
Ranks: What’s your point?
Xavier: My point is, no one expects either of us to walk out with the gold and that sickens me, as I’m sure it does you.
Ranks: It does, but it sounds like you have something else in mind.
Xavier: Indeed, let’s take a look at this logically. Scorch and One have tagged together before, and Dust and Dream are drug addicts so they may even form some sort of a bond…
Ranks: I see where you’re going with this.
Xavier: Exactly, not to say that when it’s down to just you and I left in the ring we won’t tear each other apart to get that title belt hanging from the ceiling but…there’s no sense not going into this match without a gameplan.
Ranks silently nods as they walk along and walk past Mike Adams standing in the hallway with his head against the wall.
Ranks: Heh, speaking of the PCW Title…
Xavier: Wouldn’t that segway be better if we actually walked by someone in the match?
Ranks and Xavier both laugh a little as Adams turns around with a strong look on his face and stops both men. The sinister grin appears on his face again.
Smada: It appears you boys don’t read the papers. Dream’s unfit to compete…granted that was before the brutal attack by the NDS last week, but the fact remains that he will not be in the match. But guess who is?
Xavier: Looks like someone lucked out, eh Adams?
Smada: Adams? I’m sorry he can’t answer the phone right now.
Xavier looks confused as Ranks is staring a hole through Smada.
Smada: We haven’t been formerly introduced…but you can ask your new pal Jerry about me. We’ve met before haven’t we Jerry? Last time I saw you I was giving you an Unstoppabomb to end your first bid for the PCW Title in the Tournament of Champions.
Ranks: Well it looks like Mike couldn’t cut the mustard anymore could he Smada?
Smada just smirks and walks past both men and as Ranks and Xavier head off toward the locker rooms Smada turns back towards them.
Smada: You fuckers better hold up your end of the deal tonight.
Xavier: You better as well.
Daniel: Up now, we’ve got the next chapter in the book entitled ‘ The Stallion Twizted the Dreamer’s MVP.’
Max: Is it a whodunit?
Daniel: It’s a torrid melodrama set in the Deep South, full of violence, passion, betrayal and alien invasion…….though that’s a bit of a spoiler. Sorry.
Max: Maybe tonight, eh, Daniel? We had the Nicaraguan takeover last week – maybe it’s little green men from Mars this week.
Daniel: I don't think so, Max. There's an increased security presence tonight as a result of MVP's apparent threat to bring a knife to tonight's proceedings.
Max: Increased security presence? That's just Ralph from accounts with a 'Bad Boy' T-shirt on, isn't it?
Daniel: Shhhhh....
Mina: The next match is to be decided by one fall, submission or knockout, and is between, approaching the ring at a weight of 235lbs and hailing from Philadelphia, PA, he is Emmmm Veeee Peeee!!!
‘Fly from the Inside’ by Shakedown hits and MVP walks out slowly, stopping halfway to the ring. Green and white lights begin to flash while the crowd boos loudly. MVP starts as he looks in the ring to see Mini Todd Franklin in referee shirt, cracking his fingers then practicing his slapping action. MVP gestures that he doesn’t want to go into the ring with the annoying kid and turns to go backstage but Stallion is behind him and catches him with a loud slap to the face. He runs round MVP, rolls into the ring and does a rehearsed hand slap/elbow bump/handshake routine with Mini Todd Franklin.
An enraged MVP rushes into the ring but is clotheslined by an alert Stallion. Mini Todd Franklin exits the ring and the real Todd rushes from backstage, pulling his zipper up as he comes.
Ding Ding
Stallion drops a leg but MVP rolls out of the way before contact and dropkicks Stallion as he lies on the mat.
Daniel: Explosive start here. A lot of history between these men and their partners, Justin Dreamer and Twizted. Stallion is still the hardcore champion after his win over Dreamer and MVP………..well, MVP just hates Twizted’s guts.
Max: Well, to be fair, we all hate Twizted’s guts.
Daniel: Not true, Max. Just yourself, MVP and a few other Philadelphians.
Max: Philadelphoids, surely?
Daniel: I dunno. Maybe Philadelphites.
The action continues with an exchange of punches and kicks then MVP catches Stallion with a Randy Orton Uppercut then a Facebuster.
MVP attempts an early cover but Stallion kicks out quickly and retires to his corner nursing his jaw. MVP rushes him but Stallion manages to arm drag him out of the ring. MVP slaps the apron in frustration. Stallion goes to stomp on his hand but MVP snatches it away angrily.
Daniel: Yes, the bitterness continues. This is no exhibition match. This is war.
Max: And how long before the reinforcements arrive, Daniel?
Daniel: Well, that would require a Presidential order ratified by the Senate, and I’m not sure that the present political climate would welcome further military adventurism in the Middle East or indeed any domestic field of war such as this.
Max: …………..Sometimes you take this job too seriously, Daniel. I just meant – when do Twizted and Dreamer show up?
Daniel: Ooooh! Stallion gets serious on MVP’s ass!
Stallion launches himself over the top rope to Crossbody MVP on the outside. Stallion gets up quickly and hauls MVP up by the neck, moving to slam his head against the crowd barrier. MVP thrusts him in the back however, and Stallion topples over into the crowd.
Todd Franklin has begun a count-out.
3………….4………….5……..
But MVP rolls back in the ring to break the count and goes back to looking for Stallion. Stallion uses the Crowd Barrier to launch himself into a Flying Elbow and both men go sprawling again.
Daniel: Business is picki………..
Max: Oh, stop it, Daniel. Get your own catchphrases.
MVP and Stallion rise on the outside as Todd Franklin reaches 7, then trade a couple of forearms before they get back in the ring. MVP pulls Stallion into a headlock and slowly tightens the hold as he regains his breath. Stallion struggles to free himself but MVP has him in tight and yells back at the crowd who start an ‘MVP sucks’ chant.
Daniel: The crowd show where their loyalty lies.
Max: It lies where the biggest suck-up is in the ring. They don’t care about skill or technique. Look at how many T-shirts that idiot, the Dream sold, and where is he now?
Daniel: We’d all like to know that. WPW have filed a missing persons report here in Georgia but there have been reports of a man fitting the Dream’s description being smuggled across the Mexican border last Wednesday. I’m worried about his safety.
Max: I’m worried about his huge porn collection. Who’s going to look after that?
MVP still has the headlock applied. He jumps up the first and second ropes and lands Stallion in a Modified Bulldog. Stallion flops over after landing and MVP covers….
1…………2…Stallion gets a shoulder up but MVP hits him with a couple of forearms and calls for another count….
1…………2…….Once again Stallion gets a shoulder up, but this time continues to roll through and finds himself on top of a surprised MVP. He butts MVP then twists him into a Dragon Sleeper hold but MVP frees himself from that before any damage can be done. Both men get back to their feet. They circle each other harmlessly for a few seconds before MVP tries a Gore but walks into a Big Boot by Stallion. He staggers back then goes straight back at Stallion with a Clothesline from Hell. Stallion lies gasping in the middle of the ring so MVP tries a Rolling Thunder followed by a cover….
1…………2……Stallion once again gets a shoulder up.
Daniel: This man will just not lie down.
Max: Well, that would be my recommendation. He’s just asking for a bigger beating from the better man.
MVP slows things down by applying his own Chokehold which Todd Franklin allows to stand.
Daniel: A break in the action so let’s have this week’s ‘Tell us a Fact About X, Max’. This week, tell us a fact about MVP.
Max: MVP is fourteenth in line to the British throne.
Daniel: Fourteenth, eh? That’s just behind the Duke of Croydon and mini Todd Franklin, I do believe.
Max: Em……….you might be right, Daniel. You usually are.
Franklin raises Stallions hand………….which drops to his side.
One!
He raises it again……….it drops again…….
Two!
Before Franklin can lift the hand a third time, Twizted makes an appearance ringside, quickly followed by Justin Dreamer.
Franklin breaks off from officiating to warn Twizted and Dreamer not to interfere, but this allows MVP to find a knife? No, a pair of brass knuckles from his basketball shorts and land a couple of right hands on an already dazed Stallion. He stuffs the knucks back in his shorts and goes to taunt Twizted as Dreamer gets in his face.
Daniel: This is in danger of falling apart. Why can’t these men leave each other alone?
Twizted and Dreamer start to exchange punches but Todd Franklin catches a flailing arm as he leans out of the ring trying to separate the two men. He falls, clutching his head as if hit by a sudden bout of meningitis. MVP grabs Twizted around the neck and hauls him into the ring, kicks him in the midsection and delivers a Most Valuable Move (Angle Slam). He covers Twizted and Dreamer slams the mat three times. Dreamer then covers Stallion and MVP does the count for this pin. To rub home their advantage, they both do simultaneous Swanton Bombs on Twizted and Stallion.
Daniel: I don’t think they’re bothered about the match outcome. They just want to punish their opponents before Everything Ends.
Max: And why shouldn’t they? That’s smart tactics, Daniel. They’ve got the momentum going into the big one.
As Todd Franklin comes to his senses, Dreamer and MVP roll Twizted out of the ring and MVP returns to hook Stallion’s leg for a cover while shouting over to Franklin to make the count. Franklin crawls over………
1…………..2………..3, no, somehow Franklin finds a half inch of daylight between Stallion’s shoulder and the mat. He dismisses MVP’s protests with a feeble wave of his hands. MVP jumps up and is joined on the apron by Dreamer, furious that the match isn’t over.
Daniel: Oh, this is turning ugly.
Max: Don’t tell me the Bees are doing a run in.
Daniel: MVP has hauled Todd Franklin to his feet and is bawling in his face that the pin should count, but all that’s doing is risking disqualification and allowing Stallion time to recover.
Franklin stands his ground and shows MVP his ref shirt so MVP reluctantly releases him and returns intending to Boston Crab Stallion. Stallion is warned by a recovered Twizted however and rolls MVP into a small package.
1..2..3
Daniel: Wow! That’s the fastest count I’ve ever seen in a WPW ring. MVP pissed Todd Franklin off mightily and I guess he wasn’t going to be messed around.
Mina: The winner of this contest, Stallion!!!!!!!!
MVP thrashes out of the small package and grasps at a rapidly departing Stallion as he joins Twizted in going backstage before further damage can be inflicted on them. MVP is furious and even shoves Justin Dreamer who has entered the ring with him. Dreamer glares back at him and shrugs his shoulders.
Daniel: The Hardcore Champ remains the one to beat, even in a regular rules match. Stallion scores one for his team in this big grudge developing before everything ends at Everything Ends.
Max: And how can people make sure they can see Everything Ends, Daniel?
Daniel: Contact their local Cable Operator, send us $20.00, or wait until it’s on Your-Tube Wednesday morning………what?.........message from backstage…….oh, apparently Carlos Gonzalez will remove the testicles of anyone found posting the telecast on Your-Tube. You have been warned.
WPW Champion James Moriarty Cassius and Dust inaudibly converse as they walk the halls backstage. They walk past a man in some black pants with a gray hooded WPW TNT sweatshirt on. Dust taps JMC on the shoulder and the two turn in the direction of the man. As the man comes into focus, it is clear who they are looking at. Scorch looks around, turning his head to survey his surroundings and puts his hands up, as if he anticipates an attack from WPW’s Royalty.
Dust: Relax there Scorcho boy, we are not here to hurt you. You should know that by the fact you are still standing. Go on now, Champ, stop being so shy.
JMC shoots a death stare in the direction of Dust. He then puts his hands into his coat pockets and lowers his head, refusing to look at Scorch who now appears confused as well as hesitant. Dust gives JMC a light nudge, but the WPW Champion is unresponsive.
Dust: What my Royal friend here is trying to say is he is sorry for how he has responded to this whole sorted affair between you and Sophie. To show you how, go on, Champ, give them to Scorch.
Once again JMC remains unresponsive except for this time muttering something indistinguishable under his breath. Scorch’s confusion remains, but his hesitation looks to have faded now as he no longer appears concerned for his physical well being.
Scorch: Give what to me, Dust? I realize you are not fans of mine, so if it is all the same to you, I am more than happy to simply slap your hands a few times in that ring, work with you two so we can win the match and then let things go back to the way you prefer them. You do not need to insult my intelligence pretending as if you wish to befriend me.
Dust: You have it all wrong there, Scorchy. I feel bad about what we did to you the last time we partnered up, and so does he. That is why he wants you to have…
JMC: I have at now a regret that I doth wish to express. It is no secret I love and care deeply for my sister, the sweet and innocent flower called by the world as Sophie. When I saw your glances turn in her direction, my mind created the worst of imagery. I now realize your intention were not the sinister ones I had envisioned and as a token of my forgiveness I wish for you to take these two passes and go with her to see one of the Bard’s finest works, one that bears striking resemblance to a piece once performed as “The Jew.”
Everyone just stands there not moving or saying anything for a several seconds after JMC finishes forcing out his words. Dust notices Scorch’s head tilted, looking at JMC, trying to comprehend the situation.
Dust: Allow me to translate for you. The Champ is sorry for assuming the worst about you in regards to his sister. As a piece offering he wants to give you two tickets to see…
Scorch: The Merchant of Venice, I am not culturally ignorant. It may shock you to discover, literacy has reached the peasants. What I want to know is why the sudden change of heart?
Dust: We need to be going now, put please, take the tickets. We will see you out there later tonight, you little knave, you.
JMC: I do hope you doth enjoy the show.
Scorch: Uh, thank you.
JMC hands the tickets to Scorch before he and Dust head off down the hall together as Scorch looks at them with his eyebrows raised. He looks down at the tickets, reading over the information on them before shrugging and placing them into the pocket of his sweatshirt. He turns around and finds himself looking into the eye of Sophie Cassius. Sophie looks excited and her eyes are filled with speculation.
Sophie: What are those two up to now?
Scorch: I have no idea.
Sophie: Sometimes I worry about those two. I know the trouble they can cause.
Scorch puts his right hand into his sweatshirt and clutches the tickets. He starts to draw his hand out with Sophie looking intently at him as the scene abruptly cuts away.
TNT returns from commercial break and a camera is busting into the locker rooms where it intrudes on Jamie Parker brushing his teeth. Parker turns around angrily and swats the camera away as the feed goes dark for a moment.
Max: Jamie Parker getting ready for tonight's big speech!!!
Daniel: For Christ's sake, we get it, is what he has to say really that important?
Max: Is it that important?! Do you even realize how big of a star Jamie Parker is.
Daniel: Oh yes... He's such a huge star. (Sarcasm)
Max: Get that tone out of your voice boy.
Daniel: He's our future world champion, don't believe me, just ask him.
Max: Damn straight!
The White House
Max: Look at whats next
Dan: How the hell did Gunnar get this time on air?
Max: I heard that he threatened Carlos with a lawsuit for racial unfairness with regards to the 4 way he lost
Dan: Hes not black
Max: I know, but Carlos humored him and gave him the time, looks like he needed a laugh and well Gunnar gives the fans more humor than Eric Young
Dan: So nothing compared to Jokester
MAX: Right
Amy: Well, ladies and gentlemen, at this time I would like to introduce to you, the White House and my special, and I do mean special, guest, he is the former PCW jobber, Gunnar Brian.
The lights fade and the music begins to play, Gunnar walks out as he looks towards the sky. He pauses for a moment as he holds his hands out. He then looks down at the floor as the lights come back on before wrapping his arms around himself. He slides his hands down his arms as he slowly walks down to the ring before slowly climbing up the steps. He stops as he tkes the first step retreating from the ring and walking around the ring to pick up a chair He turns around as he climbs the last step looking around before climbing into the ring. Once he enters the ring he sets up the chair in the middle of the ring and sits down, his hands on his knees tightly pressed together.
Amy: Alright, well Gunnar, looks like you got here alright, and you know that I am going to ask some questions right?
Gunnar simply nods like a scolded child, not lifting his head to look at Amy
Amy: Bizzare, anyways Gunnar.. the first question what everyone wants answered is who is his stalker person? We have seen then on some of your videos, and well there are floods of e-mails coming in saying that they are the stalker. Your thoughts?
Gunnar: What in the hell do these people know, they spend the day watching me getting hurt, watching me panic. What these people forget is that there is a girls life on the life, that girl is counting on me to make sure no harm falls upon her and that is what I intend to do, even if have to make a ool of myself, this is what its like to be shackled, to be held down. If I wanted I would be in the position of Spaz, or Tank or even in the PCW title match, yet after jfollowing instructions, some that I never shared, I find myself here. Simple as.
Amy: So who is this girl?
Gunnar: She was one of the few, off the camera who consoled me for being on the losing team at When Worlds Collide, yes the truth being no one in the PCW team bothered to console, they all left as per Carlos order to return on TNT.
Amy: Well so did you, but who was the girl, like names and stuff?
Gunnar: Her name was, I mean she called herself June. Thats all I knew before I was ambushed,I swear.
Amy: God, now I hear that you have a surprise, you know something planned for Everything Ends.
Gunnar: By god, I do, this surprise is going to be bigger than Unit, more unpredictable than Jokester and down right better than JMC. I have found the stalker, I spoke to this person, and it turns out that we have alot in common, and as a matter of fact, I will be accompanied by them when Everything Ends comes, match or not. We both have front row seats, we both will be in attendance, and well I would have brought them tonight, but they don't like you.
Amy procceds to slap Gunnar across the face, the connection vey firm and loud as the crowd fall silent before begging the chants again.
Amy: I'm not staying to get insulted
Amy leaves the ring as Gunnar stamps his foot on the ground before standing up and throwing the chair out of the ring in a fit of rage.
A video begins to play on the tron showing Spaz pinning Jokester and Gunnar pinning Tank, a crude red number next to each pinfall, Gunnars stopping at 2 as the number next to Spaz increases to 2 then 3. A big Gunnar loses then flashes on the tron followed by pictures of random scenes with Gunnars head atached to several bodies and other parts.
Gunnar looks horrified at this as Jokester slips into the ring behind Gunnar without anyone noticing. As Gunnar turns around he is met by a Rejection Slip from Jokester sending him to the outside. Gunnar eyes Jokester holding his mouth as he backs away from the ring, pointing at the man with eyes that seem to say 'You'
The cameras go backstage momentarily where SiNN is walking toward the ring.
Max: Oh no, SiNN!
Daniel: That's r-
Suddenly SiNN stops dead in his tracks as Amanda Rhyme steps up to him, her head, body and face completely covered in a black hooded robe with a black mask. All that can be seen is her blonde hair hanging out in front of the robe under the hood. SiNN stares her for a long moment as she just stands before him.
SiNN: Overated huh? We'll see...
SiNN walks right past her as the camera follows him.
Daniel: SiNN takes on Blade LaVigne when we return!
Mina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The lights in the arena flicker on and off quickly and then the chorus to “With My Mind” comes in, a Red light shines onto the stage and SiNN walks out…..he raises his hands partially in the air and walks down the ramp, the red light following him…..he slides under the bottom rope and the red light grows larger he raises a fist into the air, and when he opens his hand the red light turns off.
Mina: Introducing first… SiNN!
Daniel: SiNN looks all fired up for tonight
Max: I guess you could say that. To be honest, this guy could be plotting to kill us all
Daniel: What?
Max: What’s he thinking? I don’t know… crazy thoughts
Daniel: I’m sure
The Randy Orton like pyros hit as "Enemy" plays. Blade hesitates for a moment before walking into view. He cocks a smirk as he Folds his arms and walks to the ring. He slides into the ring and perches himself on the top rope and looks into the crowd and trash talks while pointing to himself.
Mina: And his opponent… Blade LaVigne!
Max: Just what we need, another cocky kid
Daniel: Easy now, this should be a good match
Max: …should be, yeah
LaVigne comes to the ring and gets in the face of SiNN. SiNN and LaVigne are nose to nose until LaVigne slaps SiNN across the face. SiNN just stands there at first and then out of nowhere hits a spinning heel kick on LaVigne sending him to the mat.
Daniel: Look at that
Max. What’d I tell ya? This one is gonna rock!
SiNN picks LaVigne up to his feet and sends him to the ropes. SiNN knocks Blade down with a clothesline. SiNN starts to stomp all over LaVigne, but Blade manages to roll out of the ring and to the ground. Fans at ringside get all over LaVigne. SiNN picks LaVigne up and sends him into the side of the ring. LaVigne screams out in pain. SiNN hits a knife edge chop on LaVigne. He hits another, causing Blade to spit out
Max: Ew…
SiNN rolls LaVigne back into the ring. SiNN picks LaVigne to his feet and delivers a big scoop slam. SiNN goes for the cover
One…
Tw… Kickout!
Daniel: SiNN is really taking it to Blade here
Max: I’m still disgusted Blade hawked a loogie
Daniel: It was a hard slap
Max: Yeah but… ew…
SiNN gets to his feet and climbs to the top rope. LaVigne jumps up and sends SiNN flying across the ring and to the mat. LaVigne starts to stomp away on SiNN. He then gets SiNN back to his feet and sends him to the ropes. Blade connects with a running knee to the face, knocking SiNN back to the mat. LaVigne goes to the second rope and hits a leg drop. Blade makes the cover
One…
T… Kickout!
Daniel: And Blade turning things around here
Max: He caught him off guard. No big deal
LaVigne sends SiNN to the ropes and hits a dropkick, sending him to the outside. LaVigne follows him out and slams SiNN’s head into the ring post, busting SiNN wide open. LaVigne delivers a suplex on the ground. SiNN grabs his back and screams out in pain. LaVigne just laughs as he rolls SiNN back into the ring. Cover by LaVigne.
One...
Two...
Thr… Kickout!
Max: Blade looks pretty ruthless out there
Daniel: Business is about to…
Max: I swear to God!
LaVigne picks SiNN up to his feet and locks in a sleeper hold. SiNN starts to fade. The crowd gets behind SiNN but he still continues to fade. SiNN falls down to one knee. He then goes down to the other knee. LaVigne doesn’t let up on the sleeper hold as SiNN hits the mat hard. The bounce knocks SiNN awake. The crowd goes nuts. SiNN starts to get to his feet. He gets to his knees and hits an elbow to the mid section of LaVigne. SiNN then gets to his feet and hits three more elbows to the mid section of LaVigne. SiNN sends LaVigne to the ropes and hits a big boot. LaVigne hits the ground and so does SiNN.
Max: I told you SiNN was crazy
Daniel: But I think he’s back at zero where he was before
Max: It was probably an out of body experience. SiNN looks dead out there
LaVigne starts to stomp on SiNN as SiNN lays in the ring motionless. LaVigne picks SiNN up and drops him with a DDT
Daniel: And it looks like Blade is still alive and kicking
LaVigne heads over to SiNN and locks in an Ankle lock. SiNN starts screaming in pain and reaching for the ropes. LaVigne pulls SiNN to the center of the ring. SiNN fights Blade hard, and crawls toward the ropes
Daniel: SiNN trying to hang on here
Max: He’s fighting but can’t make it
Slowly but surly, SiNN makes it to the ropes. Blade releases the hold, letting SiNN curl in the corner. Blade shakes his arms out. The pulling looks to have hurt Blade
Max: You think he pulled a muscle there?
Daniel: He was playing Tug-of-War with a human being. He’s trying to get some feeling back.
While Blade shakes the feeling back into his arms, SiNN manages to get to his feet. SiNN hits LaVigne with a hard right hand. LaVigne fires back with a right hand of his own. Both men exchange rights and lefts until finally SiNN drops to one knee and hits LaVigne in the gut. Blade doubles over.
Daniel: Resourceful move by SiNN
Max: It’s a brawl out there
SiNN gets to his feet and hits a Neck breaker on LaVigne. SiNN picks LaVigne to his feet and sets him up for The End. Blade punches and kicks wildly, stopping SiNN from connecting. Blade pushes SiNN off, sending him into the ropes. When SiNN gets back, Blade twists SiNN into a sit down Powerbomb
Max: It’s over!
Blade connects, but SiNN throws his legs at the last second. When the move hits, SiNN is on top with something that resembles a seated Senton onto the chest of Blade!
Max: Now how the hell did he do that?
Daniel: I have no idea. Let’s take a look
Instant Replay] [/B]
Blade connects, but SiNN throws his legs at the last second [/SIZE]
Daniel: That crafty guy!
Max: What?
Daniel: Don’t you get it?
Max: No
Daniel: SiNN was just loose enough to slide out of the Powerbomb
Max: But he hit
Daniel: Right, but by moving his legs forward, SiNN moved all his weight onto Blade’s stomach. Blade dropped SiNN straight onto his chest, knocking the wind out of him
Max: That smart son of a bitch. So he really is thinking!
SiNN starts hammering his opponent in the face with heavy left hands before dragging him to a standing base.
SiNN connects with another right hand, it appears he might be drooling as he slams his hand into the head of Blade.
SiNN tosses Blade into the ropes, and when he returns he greats him with a Triple H style face buster onto his knee....Blade jolts up straight and SiNN locks him up before driving him hard to the mat with a smooth side effect.
SiNN starts to drag Blage up again...Blade waves his arms up and knocks SiNN's grip lose, he then fires a right hand, but SiNN catches it and then underhooks the arm under his own.
Blade fires his left hand but it ends up in the same place under SiNN's other arm.
SiNN releases a horrific barrage of headbutts over and over into the face of Blade, whos nose starts to drip blood. SiNN bashes him in the head with an extra hard headbutt as he lets go of the arms. Blade stumbles but doesnt get far as SiNN plants the top of his head under Blades jaw and connects with SiNNfestation!
Daniel: The set up!
SiNN is up in a flash, Blade cant even react before he is resting on SiNN's shoulders again.
THE END!
Blade is driven down with the seated Samoan Driver that SiNN has perfected as his own.
SiNN reaches over and hooks the leg.
1.......
2......
3!
Mina: Here is your winner. SiNN!
Mina hardly has time to announce who the winner is, SiNN is already to his feet and climbing out of the ring, he lifts up the apron and looks around.
Max: what is that nut job looking for now!?
Daniel:....uh oh....I think I know Max.
SiNN's hand shoots up in the air with a notepad and his special pen....the crowd goes nuts!
He slides back into the ring and starts to stalk Blade who is shaking his head as he gets to his feet.
the crowd grows silent as SiNN stands still with his left hand pulled back....Blade turns.
SiNN nails him hard in the forehead with that pen!
Daniel: Dear god!
Max: ummm.....
Blade falls to the mat and SiNN follows him down with some more blows from the pen....the mat becomes stained with blood before SiNN stops.....holds the notepad up, then the pen...and marks a line through Blade's name on the list.
The camera quickly goes backstage where Amy White is standing outside of a locker room with the name plate of Jamie Parker on it.
Daniel: Oh good lord, he has his own dressing room?
Max: He's a champ now Daniel! When you gonna get that through your head?
Daniel: We'll Parker's stupid address to the fans, coming up next!
Max: Stupid?!
The show comes back from commercial, with Iron Maiden’s “the Prisoner” playing throughout Denis and Marty’s and Jamie Parker making his way down to the ring. He steps between the ropes to a chorus of boos, before making his way to the far side of the ring and motioning to Mina to get him a mic. As Mina hands a microphone to Parker, he nearly rips her arm from its socket as he snaps it from her hand. Parker raises the mic to his lips but is prevented from talking by the boos of the crowd. He moves back to the side of the ring and calls a technician over. He whispers something to the technician and the technicians reply of “we cant! Something to do with disturbing the peace laws” is picked up by the mic. Parker slides out of the ring and grabs the unfortunate guy by the shirt, getting up in his face. This time Parker’s comments of “Turn the damn volume up now.” The guy whispers something into his mic before nodding to Parker, as all the while the boos keep coming, although they have eased off by now as the crowd get bored with it. Parker slides back into the ring and motions for the crowd to settle down so he can speak.
Max: who does this guy think he is? He gets carried through a tag team title win and a few defences and now he thinks he can go around abusing staff?
Daniel: For once I agree, he may be a champ now, but that doesn’t give him the right to treat people like that.
Unsurprisingly, the crowd ignore Parker’s appeal for silence, much to his evident frustration.
Parker: Will you lot just shut the fuck up? Show some damn respect to your Tag Team Champ. After all, nobody in WPW history has single handedly beat so many teams. Now, the reason I’m out here is that I want to address something that occurred not that long ago.
Daniel: I think Parker is about to call out his tag team partner following the events on last week’s TNT.
Max: you mean when The Main Man knocked the spit out of Parker’s mouth?
Parker: Some of you may have seen that this past week on Live, The Monkey Man and I were competing in singles matches. Now, I want to take you all back to what happened that night and the farce that occurred.
Main Man was very confident in this match and dominated for the most part even flirting with a few unfortunate women at ringside as Seto was lying unconscious for several portions of the match. ************************************************ ************************************************** *********************.Seto then quickly rolled up The Main Man as he recovered and got an upset win over TMM as ***** EVERYONE******laughed.
Parker: That right there is proof enough in itself that I carry this tag team. The Elephant Man lost to a glorified jobber right in the middle of the ring, but that isn’t really the issue at hand here. I want to address what happened later in the show. Let me show you what I mean.
Jamie has the match well in hand and was about to polish off the other hald of Red Dragon, but Jason and Sky came out again but instead of Parker getting rolled up, he planchaed to the outside as he took out both contenders. TMM then came out as an independant act of revenge and the tag champions and their rivals started brawling and in the scuffle Parker was counted out. After Bennett and Sky were chased off TMM and Parker started screaming at each other as they headed back up the ramp.
Winner: Vendetta by count-out at 8:51
Parker: So you see, I’m just a little bit upset. It took the illegal involvement of three other men to get me my first one on one loss here in WPW since August last year. Of course, it will go down in the record books as one of the biggest upset victories of all time here, not just in WPW, but in this business as a whole. Bigger than Jesse Long beating that over-rated addict Dust. Bigger than Blade LaVigne beating |Mike Adams. Bigger than Hurricane beating The Rock. Yes, this was an upset, no doubt about it, but if you want to talk about upset, that doesn’t even come close to how I felt after that match. Now, back to the reason I am standing in this ring tonight. You may have heard that two wrongs don’t make a right, but I’m about to disprove that little theory. I plan to right this blemish on my record by doing things that are wrong to those that have wronged me. I hold one man responsible for my loss on Live, and that man knows who he is. For weeks now, he has been a thorn in my side and at Everything Ends, I intend to take care of him once and for all.
Daniel: It’s on. Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to see the first bout between reigning tag team champions in WPW history announced.
Parker: So, at Everything Ends, I am laying out the challenge. At Everything Ends, I am going to destroy……………………… Jason Bennett.
The announcement draws further jeers and chants of “coward” from the crowd who were expecting Parker to challenge TMM.
Max: I knew it. Parker doesn’t have the balls to challenge the Main Man. He just wants to sit and make snide remarks.
Parker: Week after week, I’ve watched Jason Bennett bitch and moan about not getting his rematch, so at Everything Ends, he’ll get his wish. It will be Jamie Parker and The Cave Man defending their titles against Jason Bennett and Sky Ryder.
Daniel: There you have it ladies and gentleman, the card for Everything Ends has just had another big match added to it.
Just then, the arena goes dark briefly and “I Did My Time” by Korn begins to play.
Daniel: Here comes Parker’s tag team partner. Can these two really survive another match together?
Max: For Parker’s sake, I hope so. If not, then Parker may not only lose his tag titles but also his ability to stand upright by the time the Main Man is done with him.
Parker: Ah, Michael. Glad you could make it. So, you ready to kick some ass at Everything Ends?
The Main Man: You bet The Main Man is ready! There’s just one small problem, it won’t be against Bennett and Ryder. I’ve already spoken to Carlos and secured a match for the tag team titles at Everything Ends.
Parker: you did what? Who the hell do you think you are going behind my back and arranging matches for me to defend my tag titles without consulting me?
TMM: Well, isn’t that what you were standing out here doing?
Parker: there’s a difference there. I’m the one that deserves to hold these titles, so I should be the one that says when, where and against whom we defend them.
TMM: You know what, Jamie? I’ve had just about all I can take of you being a little bitch. Just who the hell do you think you are speaking to The Main man like that?
Parker: If you’ve got a problem with it, why don’t you come down here and do something about it.
The tension in the crowd increases as they await The Main Man’s reaction.
The Main Man: I’d love nothing more, but I want you fit to compete at Everything Ends.
Parker: So I can carry you to another victory? At least now you’re admitting to it. So, who are these mystery opponents?
The Main Man: Opponent in the singular Jamie.
Parker: I like the sound of that. So, who is it?
TMM: You really wanna know? OK, at Everything Ends, with the world tag team title son the line, it’s going to be Jamie Parker and The Main Man facing off against……………….. Each Other!
Daniel: What?
Max: What?
Parker: What?
TMM: Oh yes, Jamie. One week from now, at Everything Ends I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to do for so long and beat the holy hell out of you. Even better than that, when I win, I get to lose you as a partner and claim the tag titles as my own.
Parker: Bu , But, But, You can’t do that! These are my tag titles. I’m the one that won ad defended them.
TMM: It’s time to put your money where your mouth is Parker. You really think you’ve been carrying this team? Then prove it next Tuesday, but this time make sure you know that TMM will not be taking any of our shit or smartass comments. In fact, The Main Man is going to prove why he was good enough to let you com along for the ride with him. Now, I have nothing more to say to you for now, so I’ll see you next week.
The Main Man exits to the back as a shell shocked Parker stands in the ring looking forlornly at his tag title. He picsk the strap up and hoists it over his shoulder, holding it extra tight as he makes his way to the back.
Daniel: Well, the repercussions from that announcement from The Main man promise to be huge, but for now, we have another grudge to concentrate on. Last week, Phill Bennett took some offence to comments made by El Pollo and attacked him in the corridor.
Max: Phill Bennett is gonna come out here and make chicken mince out of that over-evolved egg.
Daniel: Wow, two chicken references in one sentence, well done Max.
Max: oh, there are plenty more where that came from.
Daniel: well try to show some respect and just call the match. Oh fuck it, who am I trying to fool?
“To Be Loved” By Papa Roach begins to play and Phill Bennett makes his appearance, looking extremely smug with himself. He makes his way to the ring with a huge grin on his face, seemingly not realising that the few cheers he had been getting in recent weeks have totally disappeared and been replaced with solid disapproval from the crowd.
Mina: the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Canterbury England, weighing in at 215lbs, “The English Crippler” Phill Bennett.
Bennett steps into the ring and picks up the mic that Jamie Parker has just dropped.
Phill: Well, wasn’t that a fun little spat? So, now that you’ve all come to see me, I want to say just a few words. Last week, El Pollo disrespected me and this week he’s going to find out what happens to those that choose to do so. So, Cage, Beno, I hope you’re watching this. Earlier tonight I had to decide what kind of message to send to you guys. I could either beat El Pollo in record time and show just how dominant I truly am, but then I realised that won’t let you see just what I am capable of. So I decided on something else. I decided iw as going to drag it out. I’m going to take El Pollo apart bit by bit. I’m going to pluck him and dejoint him. I’m going to tear his wings off and cut off his breast. Then I’m going to take what remains of his carcass and carve it up bit by bit. Finally, when he is well and truly stuffed, I’m going to…………
Bennett’s intentions are interrupted by the unusual notes of “the Birdy Song.” El Pollo makes his way to the stage and he looks more than a little pissed off. Bennett stares at him in disbelief, before dropping the mic into the corner.
Mina: his opponent, from Kentucky, and weighing in at several buckets worth, El Pollo.
Max: Well, It looks like El Pollo is in a bit of a flap here tonight.
Daniel: Oh god, please let it stop.
El Pollo makes his way down the ramp, stopping every few paces to pose for photos with fans and sign autographs. Phill Bennett slides out of the ring, but El Pollo spots him and starts squawking and flapping his wings at Bennett. Bennett is unsure how to react and steps backwards as El Pollo advances. Eventually, Bennett is backed up against the ring with the chicken still advancing. Bennett slides into the ring as El Pollo continues his unorthodox approach. El Pollo hops up onto the ring apron, still flapping his wings as Bennett retreats to the corner.
Max: El Pollo can flap his wings and jump around all he likes, but he’s never gonna fly.
Daniel: Now they’re getting worse.
El Pollo steps into the ring and Bennett charges him hitting him across the head with his hand. El Pollo collapses to the mat as if hit by s train as Bennett makes his way back to the corner. As the referee checks on El Pollo, Bennett leans over the top rope and drops something to the outside.
Daniel: what the hell? That was the microphone Bennett was using earlier. He just cracked El Pollo in the head with an illegal object. The sneaky son of a bitch!
Max: I guess it’s time for our weekly lesson Daniel.
Daniel: lemme guess, you do what you have to to win?
Max: well, I’m glad you’re finally catching on.
Bennett waits in the corner as El Pollo gets to his feet slowly and the ref signals to start the match. The bell rings and Phill Bennett moves in for a lock up. Too late he realises that trying to go collar and elbow with a chicken suit is going to be near impossible and El Pollo slaps him in the face with his wing. As Phill staggers backwards, El Pollo rushes him and performs a lou thesz press. With Bennett locked beneath his body, El Pollo uses alternate wings to slap at the face of Phill. Bennett gets his hands up to shield his face and eventually pushes El Pollo off. El Pollo rolls to the side and gets back to his feet, at nearly exactly the same time as Bennett gets to his. Bennett takes El Pollo down with a clothesline, but El Pollo bounces back up again instantly. A forearm smash from Bennett just succeeds in bending the rubber beak on El Pollo’s costume. Bennett looks on incredulous as El Pollo attempts to straighten out his costume. Bennett drops to his knees and hits a low blow right in front of the referee. As El Pollo doubles over, Bennett laughs off the referee’s stern words. Bennett hits a dropkick to the head of the chicken and rolls on top for a pin
One
Two
El Pollo gets a wing up.
Max: El Pollo just got his brains fried. Fried chicken, do you get it?
Daniel: It’s so witty a three year old would get it.
Bennett is to his feet and looks for a leg drop. El Pollo rolls out of the way, hops to his feet and hits a legdrop of his own. El Pollo takes Bennett to a vertical base and delivers a German suplex. El Pollo follows up with a baseball slide to the head of Bennett, before heading to the top rope.
Daniel: this chicken is about to fly. He’s sitting on his perch on the top rope. Oh god, I’m getting as bad as you
As El Pollo positions himself on the top rope, Phill Bennett gets to his feet in the ring. Bennett looks over and sees El Pollo on the ropes. He rushes to the corner and mounts the second rope, grabbing El Pollo around the waist, but El Pollo shoves him back to the mat. El Pollo stands on the top rope and comes off with a frogsplash. He covers Bennett in the middle of the ring.
One
Two
Bennett gets the shoulder up.
Daniel: They should rename that move the chickensplash. I know, I know, but fuck it, I cant resist it any more. It’s just too easy.
Max: At least now you’re starting to see what a joke El Pollo is.
Daniel: Well, he seems to have the matching of Phill Bennett so far.
El Pollo is to his feet first and picks Bennett up. A Swinging neckbreaker sends Bennett hurtling to the mat. El Pollo looks to lock in a sharpshooter, but Bennett uses his leg strength to power out, sending El Pollo hurtling towards the ropes. Bennett makes his way to his knees as El Pollo rebounds off the ropes. Bennett finds himself back on th mat pretty quickly though as El Pollo doesn’t miss a beat and hits a facebuster. He runs to the ropes, and hits a lionsault. He tries once again for the pin
Daniel: They should call that move the chickensault.
Max: ok, now you’re just using the same line. Leave the chicken jokes to me.
Daniel: (sheepishly) sorry.
Bennett kicks out of the pin attempt at two and El Pollo gets up in the referee’s face, pointing his big yellow wing at him. Bennett gets up behind El Pollo, but the chicken man senses the danger and turns just in time to duck a clothesline that takes out the referee. Bennett hits another low blow and follows up with a tornado DDT. He manoeuvres for the cover, but remembers the ref is out. He moves to shake the ref back to life, and seems to be succeeding when El Pollo gets in position and locks in a chicken wing.
Daniel: El Pollo has the chicken wing locked in on Phill Bennett. Could he be about to upset the former God of Live Champion?
Max: You cant just keep renaming moves to put the word chicken in them. I told you to leave the chicken jokes to me.
Daniel: no, you idiot, the chicken wing is a real move.
With the referee back in action, El Pollo holds the move in tight, with Phill scrambling frantically for the ropes. Bennett reaches put and grabs the bottom rope, and El Pollo reluctantly releases the move. El Pollo waits for Bennett to get to his feet, hitting him with a European uppercut. As Bennett staggers backwards, El Pollo ducks his head nad places it between Bennett’s legs/ he lifts hims up for the “up at Dawn” (Alabama slam), but Bennett comes down the back of El Pollo and rolls him up for a pin.
One
Two
Three!!!!
Mina: The winner of this match, Phill Bennett.
Max: Somebody check the oven. This chicken is burnt!
Daniel: Phill Bennett steals one. I must admit, despite losing here tonight, El Pollo put on a respectable performance. In the end though, Phill Bennett had him scouted and wals out with the win.
Jason Bennett is seen storming through the backstage area. He gets to the makeshift office Carlos has made for the week and pushes the door open. Carlos stands up as Jason walks directly in and begins yelling.
[B]Jason: This is complete bullshit, you know it, I know it, and I want confirmation from you that that match is NOT going to happen!
Jason stands seething, and Carlos just smiles.
Carlos: Oh, it's going to happen Jason.
The crowd pops as Jason just turns around and kicks the door.
Carlos: As for you, you're going to be in a title match though as well. You see, when Parker and Maddox face each other one of them will remain champ, and one of them will lose his title, but that doesn't mean the winner will just be defending the belts on his own. No no. You see, the partner of the new tag team champ will be decided by a 20 man battle royal, a battle royal you'll be a part of!
Jason: What?! I earned my rematch!
Carlos: And consider this it.
Max: WHAT?! He can't do that!
Daniel: He just did Max!!!
Backstage The One, Scorch, JMC, and Dust are all seen walking backstage toward the ring. None of them are speaking to one another, but they're all four walking alongside each other.
Daniel: The main event is up NEXT!
Max: Well folks, it is time for our main event of the evening, and what a main event it is.
Daniel: Yeah, we have had the most anticipated match of recent Tuesday Night Turmoil broadcasts, when Jamie Parker and Michael Maddox won the tag titles from Jason Bennett and Sky Ryder, and its now time for what is possibly the biggest match in the history of Tuesday Night Turmoil!
Max: Yeah, eight, you heard me right; EIGHT of the biggest names in WPW today are squaring off in our huge main event.
Daniel: That’s right, we have the team of JMC, Scorch, Dust and The One going up against an almost equally impressive team of Mike Adams, Dan Murph, Andrew Xavier and Jeremiah Ranks! If it hasn’t sunk in yet folks, this match is guaranteed to be big!
Max: And lets not forget the members of the first team’s history with one another…
Daniel: How could we forget? JMC and Scorch, when they last teamed together, tried to tear each other apart limb from limb, all because of Cassius’ sister, Sophie. At the time, Dust, who is also in this match and teaming with Scorch and JMC, just watched as they got it on. So you throw those 3 into the mix and it’s a guaranteed recipe for chaos. And then, just for good measure, you have the One on that team as well!
Max: Lets not forget their opponents Daniel! We all know how Mike Adams and Dan Murph hate each other backstage, and I hope that spills out into this match. I also remember the last time Murph and Xavier teamed up. Leaving Beno pretty much for dead two weeks ago and just trying to remain rested on the outside. So you have Mike Adams and Dan Murph, who are pretty much destined not to get along, Xavier and did I mention Jerry Ranks? Its all gonna be very hectic!
Daniel: So, capping of an, as usual, brilliant Tuesday Night Turmoil, we have this immense match, where it literally doesn’t get any bigger than this. Its time to mention what could be the bad points about this match though Max. We have the Champion of WPW, James Moriarty Cassius, going against his Number One Contender, Dan Murph, JMC and Scorch’s bitter rivalry regarding Sophie, Adams getting beaten by the Dream recently is sure to affect his performance, The One has a history with Dust… I could go on, but I am sure the fans don’t want that.
Max: Finally you come to your senses. On with the match, I want to see how this one ends. I want to know, out of those eight men, which 4 have the right to call themselves the best of WPW!
Daniel: Well technically, only one man has the right to call himself the best of the WPW Roster, and that’s because he holds the championship every active member of the roster aspires to hold!
Max: Daniel, its obvious I can’t shut you up, so perhaps she can!
Daniel: What? I don’t know what you mean…
Daniel is cut off as Mina gets up out of her chair and grabs a mic. Mina then walks over to the ring steps. She climbs the steps and enters the ring between the bottom and middle ropes. Mina then walks into the middle of the ring and brings the mic to her lips in preparation of making her first introduction.
Mina: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is your main event. It is an eight-man tag team match that is scheduled for one fall. The rules state that only one man from each team can be in the ring at any time, the remaining three have to stay on the apron until they are tagged in.
Mina takes a breath before continuing.
Mina: And now, introducing first, hailing from Cork, Ireland and weighing in at 230lbs, this is DUST!
The lights dim to a low as the spoken intro to 'The Champ' by Ghost Face Killah goes out over the PA. After 29 seconds the music kicks in at full throttle and pyro erupts on the stage… But Dust doesn’t emerge. The music stops playing and Mina looks confused.
Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, the peoples king, DUST!
The lights dim to a low as the spoken intro to 'The Champ' by Ghost Face Killah goes out over the PA. After 29 seconds the music kicks in at full throttle and pyro erupts on the stage… But Dust still does not emerge. Mina looks confused as hell, extending her arms out to the side and mouthing what’s going on? . Seconds later, the screen wipes to a backstage shot where it becomes all to obvious what is going on. Dust is laid out on the floor, a broken table beneath him and chairs either side of him. His right arm is trapped in a closed chair as well. The people’s king is a broken and bloody mess, surrounded by paramedics, referees and security.
Daniel and Max: What the hell!
Daniel: It looks like Dust has been taken out!
Max: C’mon, he did it to himself!
Daniel: So… Dust put himself through the table, busted himself open and put his arm in the chair right?
Max: Maybe. But if he didn’t do it to himself, who else would’ve?
Daniel: That’s probably the stupidest question you have ever asked me Max. Who else would it have been other that the four men Dust and his team-mates are facing?!
Max: Oh yeah…
Seconds later, Carlos Gonzales walks into the shot and surveys the area.
Carlos: What the hell is going on here?
A paramedic looks up at Carlos with a solemn look on his face before addressing the owner of WPW.
Paramedic: Dust has been assaulted. We have no idea of the extent of his injuries, but due to the blood loss and the potentially broken arm, I am telling you this, Dust is not fit to compete tonight.
Carlos looks shocked before addressing the live audience and those watching at home.
Carlos: I know you folks all paid good money to be here tonight live, and I don’t plan on disappointing my loyal fans. So tonight, in that very ring, it will be James Moriarty Cassius, Scorch and The One vs. Mike Adams, Jeremiah Ranks, Dan Murph and Andrew Xavier, in a 4 on 3-handicap tag match.
The live audience boo as the paramedics load Dust onto a stretcher and into a waiting ambulance. The screen then cuts back to Mina Henderson standing in the ring, looking shocked. Mina clears her throat before bringing the mic to her lips.
Mina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a 4 on 3-handicap tag team match. Introducing first, from Tinley Park, Illinois, and weighing in at 240lbs, this is SCORCH!
"Blisters and Coffee" starts and Scorch comes from the back. He doesn’t look to happy about the new handicap stipulation, but he runs down one side of the ramp anyway, slapping hands of as many fans as possible. He continues to play up to the crowd a get them hyped up for the coming match and flips over the top rope to get in the ring. He then goes to the top turnbuckle to "strike a match." Scorch then drops from the turnbuckle and faces the entranceway, waiting for his allies.
Mina: And his partner, claiming to be from parts unknown and weighing in at 245lbs, he is THE ONE!
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The Lights go out and one single white light shines from the rafters. The light focuses on The One, who is now standing in the entrance. Suddenly, 'Better' hits the speakers and he begins his walk down the aisle towards the ring. He stares right at his partner Scorch and enters the ring, before he does The god like pose on the first turnbuckle he sees while still looking at Scorch. He then walks towards the turnbuckle on the opposite side and looks towards the sky. One then drops to the canvas, walks towards Scorch and stops next to him. Both the One and Scorch are awaiting the arrival of their partner, JMC. The anticipation in the audience rises as they know who is about to be announced.
Daniel: The audience is about ready to blow the roof off of this place Max!
Max: WHAT!? I cant hear you, the crowd roar is deafening!
Daniel: Exactly Max, Exactly.
Mina: And their partner, hailing from Bad Segeberg, Germany and weighing in at 195lbs, he is the WPW Champion, he is JAMES MORIARTY CASSIUS!
The crowd erupt as Mina mentions his name and seconds later ‘Don't forget the Rules’ begins to play. As the Violins finally kick in, out comes James Moriarty Cassius. He motions in front of the crowd and smirks his loveable smirk at them before moving down the ramp to the ring. As the music slows, he rolls into the ring and stands on both his knees, holding his hands and his belt up in the air. He stands again and grins to the audience before giving Scorch a menacing look.
Daniel: Woah… If looks could kill, eh Max?
Max: Yeah, Scorch would be dead and buried six-feet under.
Daniel: I believe that’s What I implied Max!
All three men then begin to chat amongst themselves, possibly strategising, but it is hard to make out, as the audience is still being very loud for JMC.
Mina: And introducing first, representing the team of Mike Adams, Jeremiah Ranks, Andrew Xavier and Dan Murph… He comes from New York City and weighs in at 245lbs, he is MIKE ADAMS!
A new beat starts pumping through the crowd and smoke emanates from the stage as Adams walks out onto the stage wearing jeans and an open hoodie covering his whole face. The base line kicks in and Adams screams and taunts for the fans as pyro shoots out from the stage and “Petrified (LA Mix)” fills the arena. Adams walks down to the ring slapping a few hands but keeping his head down while still focusing on the ring as the first verse pumps the crowd up. As the chorus kicks in Adams almost rolls into the ring, but stops short. He instead climbs up onto the crowd barrier and as the songs screams “Why is everbody so petrified?” Adams flips up the hoodie poses for the crowd, while standing on the guardrail. Pyro shoots out from the turnbuckles as Adams finishes posing for the fans, and the sudden explosives startle JMC, Scorch and the One. Adams then drops down from the guardrail and smiles menacingly at the 3 people in the ring as Mina continues to make her introductions.
Mina: And introducing his partner, also from New York City and weighing in at 265lbs, he is JEREMIAH RANKS!!
The lights dim then begin to flashes blue and yellow over and over again. ‘By Myself’ hits the speakers and the crowd goes wild. The Shocka walks out to the top of the stage with his hoody on and his head bowed down. Three big pyro’s blast down the ramp way and he lifts his head instantly as it ends. He then makes his way down to the ring feading of the crowd and giving fives. He stops short of the ring, just like Mike Adams did, and moves to the opposite side of the ring, smiling at Adams. Adams is now standing on the left quadrant of the ring, while Ranks is standing at the rear of the ring. Mina then makes her sixth announcement.
Mina: And their partner, from Boston MA, and weighing in at 340lbs, he is ANDREW XAVIER!
As the into to faint echoes through the air the crowd goes silent, than as the song continues the curtain opens and out steps Andrew Xavier. He holds his left wrist with his right hand then raises it above his head as blue pyro goes off in a circle all around him. As the song cuts into the main beat Andrew runs forward through a break in the fireworks and heads towards the ring. As he reaches the apron, he too stops short and instead of sliding into the ring like he normally would, he raises his arms to taunt like before. He then walks to the right quadrant of the ring and stares menacingly into the ring, which is now almost surrounded. Mina then makes her final announcement.
Mina: And introducing the final member of this team, he hails from Waterford, Ireland and weighs in at 344lbs. He is DAN… Mina hesitates slightly and the crowd finish her sentence for her.
SMURPH!!
‘Victim’ hits and Dan emerges from behind the curtain looking irate already.
Daniel: Wow, he looks pissed off, and the match hasn’t even officially started yet!
Max: What did you expect? He has already been called Smurph by our audience and… Oh no, here we go again!
Here we go again indeed as the crowd are constantly chanting Smurf as Dan makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. All it seems to be doing however, is making the Irishman even more irate than he already was, but that isn’t putting the crowd off. Dan then gets to the ringside area, and as he approaches the ring, Xavier moves round towards him. Seconds later, Dan slides into the ring… But doesn’t get to his feet, instead he is pulled out of the ring by Xavier, who has grabbed his foot. Andy then talks to Dan, saying; “We need to think tactically, we have the advantage!” Dan finally comes to his senses and slowly nods in agreement. Xavier then returns to his position at the right quadrant of the ring as Dan hovers around the front section. With Dan pacing to and fro, the Smurf chants finally begin to die down.
Daniel: Well, it looks like the crowd are silencing their chant
Max: Its about time too, I think its time they respected our next WPW champion!
Daniel: Who has yet to pick up a win against JMC with only a week or so to go before Everything Ends!
The four men on the outside of the ring advance towards the ring and each man attempts to slide into the ring before quickly sliding out and faking out their opponents. In the ring, Scorch, JMC and the One have formed a sort of triangle, back to back. They are keeping an eye on the four men on the outside. Then, very suddenly, Mike, Dan, Andrew and Jeremiah charge at the ring. Before they could reach the ring, JMC, One and Scorch break from their defence triangle and dash towards the ropes. Scorch intercepts Jeremiah, JMC intercepts Mike and One cuts off Xavier. Only Dan makes it into the ring, but he is quickly intercepted by all 3 of his opponents and they all lay into him with rights, lefts and kicks. Dan tries to cover up, but it is a futile endeavour. Scorch, JMC and One keep checking over their shoulders, keeping an eye on the three men on the outside of the ring.
Daniel: And Dan Murph being pummelled here by his opponents. And notice please Max, that none of his so-called partners are doing a damn thing about it!
Max: Which confuses the hell out of me Daniel, they have the number’s advantage, but they are not taking advantage of it!
Dan is still being mercilessly pummelled by all Scorch, JMC and The One, so he does the only thing he can and backs up into the corner, while still covering up. However, just before he reaches the corner, and the inevitable rope break that would follow, JMC breaks off the assault and distracts the ref! Dan gets to the corner, but the ref is unable to call for the rope break as he is distracted by JMC.
Max: What the hell is that?!
Daniel: Well, it looks like JMC is already taking a proactive interest in his upcoming casket match by letting his team mates do a number on Dan Murph! Who’s ‘PARTNERS’ by the way, are still standing on the outside!
After what had to have seemed like an eternity for Dan Murph, the ref finally turns around and notices Dan is in the corner. The ref quickly dashes over and admonishes the duo, but it goes ignored as Cassius enters the mix and JMC, Scorch and One are now pummelling Dan in the corner. Cassius has climbed to the second turnbuckle and is raining shots down on the unprotected head of Murph while Scorch and One are kicking and punching his midsection, giving the big Irishman too much to try and cover up. After repeatedly asking them to stop, the ref finally has enough and starts a five count, promising to DQ on five unless they cease their attack.
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2… Still no sign of the trio letting up as small cuts start opening across Dan’s forehead from the violent shots by Cassius
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4… Scorch and One stop attacking Dan’s midsection as JMC delivers one last blow to the jaw of Dan, busting his lip wide open. Blood instantly starts pouring from Dan’s wound as Cassius drops to the canvas. Scorch, JMC and One then grab Dan, One and Scorch grabbing an arm each and JMC gripping his head, and the trio run him to the opposite side of the ring and dump him out over the top rope! This gets a big pop from the crowd.
Daniel: Well, it looks like his partners have sent a message to Dan. What that is, I don’t know.
Max: Neither do I, but what a huge way to lose the advantage they had coming into the match. Why the hell did they stand around and WATCH as Dan got beat on?!
The referee assigned this contest then attempts to get some semblance of order as he ushers Scorch, One and JMC to one corner and beckons Mike, Jeremiah and Xavier into the ring. For his team, Scorch decides to go in first. However, he has to wait to see who his opponent is as Mike, Jerry and Xavier do Rock, Paper Scissors. Seconds later, after Jerry and Xavier deliberately wait for Mike to make his choice, Scorch’s opponent is clear. To officially start things off, it will be Mike Adams vs. Scorch. Adams and Scorch start strongly by charging each other, but Adams is first to act and jumps towards Scorch, nailing him with a flying forearm. Adams hits the nip up afterwards and measures Scorch, waiting for him to get to his feet. Adams backs up away from Scorch a few paces, still waiting for Scorch to get to his feet. As Scorch gets to his feet, Adams breaks into another run, only this time Mike catches Scorch with his head down and hits a running DDT. Mike goes for a quick cover, but doesn’t even get a one count as Scorch rolls his shoulder off the mat as quickly as he can. Scorch then quickly gets to his feet, albeit a little groggy from the running DDT. Scorch looks around, but Mike is nowhere to be seen… Seconds later, Scorch turns on his heels… And he comes face to face with Mike Adams, who quickly hits a spine buster, Faarooq style! Adams then taunts to the crowd and gets a moderate pop. Then, in the corner of the screen, Dan Murph is seen struggling up to his feet. He uses the ring apron to pull himself to his feet before gripping the bottom and middle ropes and hauling himself up onto the apron. Meanwhile, Adams has forced Scorch to his feet. Adams then kicks Scorch in the midsection, doubling him over. Adams then quickly places Scorch’s head between his legs and hoists him up onto his shoulders, in a sitting position. Adams quickly brings Scorch down with a hard power bomb and plays to the crowd once more.
Daniel: And Mike Adams is playing to the crowd a lot here!
Max: If you ask me…
Daniel: I didn’t…
Max: Well, I don’t care. But if you ask me, Mike needs to follow up on the offence he has thus far laid on Scorch. You don’t want to give a man like Scorch time to recover!
Daniel: That’s probably the most insightful thing I have heard you say!
Max: Shut up Daniel!
Adams then looks down at Scorch and smiles. Adams then reaches down and wraps his hand around the throat of Scorch. The referee notices and begins to admonish Adams for use of an illegal chokehold, but he ref is abruptly stopped as Adams forces Scorch to his feet. Adams then lifts Scorch in the air, in the choke slam formation, before moving as quickly as he could to the opposite turnbuckle. Adams then slams Scorch into the turnbuckle, hard. Adams then backs up away from Scorch, towards the opposite corner, while taunting. Adams stops in the corner and, ala Edge, Adams sets up for a spear! Seconds later, Adams charges towards Scorch, gaining a big time head of steam… But Scorch somehow leapfrogs Mike and Adams crashes head first into the second turnbuckle! Scorch takes a brief few moments to recover before quickly locking Adams in a waist lock and nailing a German Suplex! Scorch then rolls both himself and Adams back up to a vertical base. Scorch quickly breaks the waist lock and nips in front of Mike. Scorch then lands a big right hook before placing Adams arm over his head. Scorch then lifts Mike into the air, in the vertical Suplex formation. Scorch notices he is still close to the turnbuckle. Scorch gingerly steps forwards, with Mike still in the air for the Vertical Suplex. Scorch then shows great strength and removes one arm. Scorch is now keeping Adams up with one arm! Scorch then reaches out his free arm and grips the top rope. Scorch gently places one of his feet on the bottom turnbuckle, stops briefly, then takes his foot off the first turnbuckle and places it on the second turnbuckle. Scorch then steadies himself, but Mike starts kicking his legs, hoping to avoid the upcoming impact. While still gripping the top rope, Scorch is able to haul both himself and Adams up onto the second turnbuckle. Scorch is able to keep his balance on the second turnbuckle, even though he is on only one leg. Seconds later, Scorch falls backwards from the seconds turnbuckle, hitting a modified superplex!
Daniel: WOAH!! Did you see that? Scorch was able to keep his balance on the second turnbuckle, even though Adams was kicking his feet! He hit a modified superplex!
Max: Yes Daniel, I saw it too! Big whup!
Adams lands hard and instantly arches his back from the pain. Scorch is rolling around on the apron, with his right hand at his back. However, Scorch is first to his feet, and he now measures Adams, who is slowly getting to his feet while cradling his back. Adams turns around and is met with an arm drag from Scorch! Adams rolls through the impact and quickly gets to his feet, only to be met with a second arm drag! Adams takes longer to get to his feet this time, but when he does, he turns to face Scorch and is met with a quick kick to the gut and a hip toss! Scorch senses he is building momentum and taunts to the crowd. Scorch measures Mike once more and as Adams slowly gets to his feet, Scorch spins him around and leaps up onto his shoulders. Scorch then brings Mike down hard with a hurracanrana! Scorch gets to his feet and he I feeling it! He then turns his back on Mike, but keeps an eye on him. Scorch is positioning himself for something… Adams slowly gets to his feet… Mike turns to face Scorch, while at the same time lifting his right leg… Scorch spins on his heel while lifting his left leg… Seconds later… BAM! Adams connects with a big boot to Scorch’s face and Scorch connects with a roundhouse kick! Scorch and Mike drop to the canvas, both men not moving. The ref then dashes over, kneels down and quickly checks Adams and Scorch, then gets to his feet and starts a 10 count.
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3… JMC and One are trying to get behind Scorch as Jerry and Xavier are trying to get behind Mike, while Dan is standing at the apron, still trying to recover.
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7… It looks like the support coming from both teams is a good thing as Scorch and Mike show signs of life…
8… Scorch rolls onto his gut and Adams rolls onto his, then both men get to their knees and start crawling to their corners… Closer and closer… But Adams gets to his corner first and tags the outstretched hand of Andrew Xavier. Xavier enters the ring and tries to stop Scorch from tagging the outstretched hands of either One or JMC by grabbing his leg, but Scorch rolls through and slaps the hand of The One! Xavier backs up a few paces as One steps through the ropes and into the ring. Xavier then advances, looking as menacing as possible… Only to be met with a strong right hand to the jaw from the One. The right hand staggers Xavier backwards, and he is rocked by another shot to the jaw from the One. One repeatedly strikes Xavier, connecting again and again to his jaw. Each shot staggers Xavier, moving him further across the ring, eventually One stops landing hard right hands. By this time, Xavier is leaned up against the ropes. One then grabs Xavier’s hand and arm and whips him to the opposite side of the ring. Xavier gathers a head of steam before bouncing off the ropes and hurtling back towards the One. Seconds later, One catches Xavier and throws him overhead with a T-Bone Suplex! One quickly gets to his feet and drops to the ground, nailing a falling head butt to the prone body of Xavier. Xavier rolls around the canvas, holding his head briefly before One forces him to his feet. One smashes another right hand into the jaw of Xavier before grabbing Xavier’s head and flipping him over, nailing a snap mare takeover. Xavier sits up, but before he could get to a vertical base, One kicks him right in the back. There is an impressive slapping sound as One’s boot connects with Xavier’s back. Xavier’s arm shoots to his back in a futile attempt to try and sooth the pain, but One shows he is the quicker thinker by grabbing Xavier’s arm. One then drops to his knees so he and Xavier are level, and One locks Xavier in a modified Hammer Lock. Xavier screams in pain, but he works through the pain and manages to get up to his knees. Xavier then tries harder and is able to get up to a stable vertical base, but One is still holding him in the hammer lock. However, Xavier is able to throw his free arm backwards and nail One with a vicious elbow that catches him on the temple. One shows great tenacity however and keeps the hammer lock held on, but Xavier hits another vicious elbow. This gets the release he was looking for and as quick as a flash, Xavier turns on his heels and nails One with a vicious clothesline!
Daniel: Wow! What great action we have witnessed so far! One was controlling Andrew Xavier for most of their time in the ring, right up until that clothesline!
Max: And what a clothesline it was! It even brought Xavier to his knees!
That it did. Xavier is getting to his feet as One shows signs of movement as well. Xavier is first to his feet and manoeuvres behind One. One gets to his feet and quickly scans the area in front of him, but he fails to spot Xavier, who is behind him. One then turns on his heels and comes face to face with Xavier. Xavier quickly grabs One and throws him overhead with a big time belly to belly Suplex! Xavier then takes a few paces backwards and measures One. One slowly gets to his feet, but just as One gets to a vertical base, One is met with a quick spear! Xavier makes the cover and the ref drops down to make the count.
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2… One gets a shoulder up. Xavier looks irate as he gets to his feet while forcing One up to his feet with him. Xavier kicks One in the stomach, doubling him over. Xavier then hoists One up and onto his shoulders, setting up for a power bomb, but One shifts his weight and drops down behind Xavier. Xavier quickly turns around, but not before the One, who has already got a stable base and has leapt into the air. Xavier, as he turns around, is met with a super dropkick from the One! Xavier drops to the canvas and One dashes to the closest turnbuckle. One quickly ascends to the top, turns his back to Xavier and leaps backwards from the top nailing a big moonsault on Xavier! One makes the cover and the ref drops down to make the count.
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THR… NO! Xavier just gets a shoulder up! One then gets to his feet and looks over to his corner where both Scorch and JMC have their arms outstretched, ready for a tag. Meanwhile, Xavier is slowly crawling to his corner. One nips over to his corner, but doesn’t tag anyone. Instead, he points to Scorch, getting a moderate crowd reaction. One then points to JMC and the crowd erupt! On the opposite corner, Jeremiah Ranks has turned to face the crowd and appears to be trying to get them to quieten down. One then raises his hand and slaps hands with the WPW Champion, and the crowd go wild as the champ steps into the ring. The ref signals that a tag has been made and One exits the ring as Xavier reaches his corner. Xavier gets to his feet, but as he extends his arm to make a tag, both Dan Murph and Mike Adams drop from the apron, stunning Xavier. However, Ranks is still trying to silence the crowd… Until Xavier slaps Ranks HARD on the back. The ref signals for a second tag and Xavier exits the ring. Ranks looks confused as the ref signals to him a tag was made and tells Ranks to get in the ring. Ranks obliges and enters the ring… Then he realises who his opponent is! Staring at him from across the ring is JMC!
Daniel: Well, it doesn’t look as if Ranks expected to go one on one with the PCW Champion here tonight!
Max: Well, he doesn’t have a choice now does he!
Daniel: He doesn’t, no. So it is JMC vs. Jeremiah Ranks!
Ranks and JMC slowly walk towards the centre of the ring and lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Ranks then takes advantage of the what, 60+lbs he has on JMC and muscles him around the ring. Ranks starts to feel it… But JMC has other ideas. Ranks has muscled JMC to the ropes and JMC uses the bottom rope as a brace of sorts. JMC puts his left foot on the bottom rope, then his right foot and uses the ropes as a slingshot. JMC is then able to throw Ranks off balance, causing the collar and elbow tie up to be broken. JMC then leaps into the air and nails Ranks with a dropkick! Ranks staggers backwards and JMC dashes forwards. JMC then jumps into the air, but Ranks appears to catch JMC… Only for Ranks to be thrown backwards with a monkey flip! Ranks however, shows great agility and lands on his feet with his back to JMC. JMC thinks quickly and doesn’t give Ranks time to react as JMC leaps into the air, lands on Ranks shoulders and hits Ranks with a reverse hurracanrana! Ranks lands on his head but somehow rolls through and gets to his feet… But sadly for him, JMC is waiting and quickly sets up for a Russian leg sweep… Which connects! JMC is riled up! He reaches down and grabs a handful of Ranks hair, which the referee quickly admonishes him for. JMC then forces Ranks to his feet, punches him in the jaw and positions his hands on his shoulders. JMC then jumps onto Ranks shoulders and leans back, looking to hit a hurracanrana, but Ranks looks like he has it blocked when he reaches forwards and brings JMC back into position on his shoulders… However, JMC quickly rains rights and lefts to Ranks head and Ranks loses his grip and his footing and JMC takes him down with a hurracanrana! Ranks lands hard and JMC quickly gets to his feet and plays to the crowd!
Daniel: And JMC showing us why he is the WPW Champion here tonight! He has literally schooled Jeremiah Ranks here!
Max: Schooled? What the hell are you…
Daniel: Shut up Max, I am getting an update regarding Dust… Folks, it appears Dust has suffered a severe concussion, lost a lot of blood, required nearly a hundred stitches… Phew… And he doesn’t have a broken arm, as was originally feared, but his right arm is severely bruised, he has bruised ribs… Dust, our thoughts go out to you man!
Max: Yeah, in a case like this, even I’ll say get well Dust! Damn, he took a beating didn’t he?
Daniel: And I cannot wait to find out who, or whom did it, so they get whats coming to them!
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Daniel: Anyway, lets get back to the match!
JMC is playing to the crowd and measuring Ranks. JMC takes a few steps back and dashes towards Ranks, who has just got to his feet. JMC then leaps into the air, turns slightly and looks to his a cross body… But Ranks manages to catch JMC! Ranks then drops down to the canvas, driving JMC into the canvas. Ranks then gets to his feet, holding his head. Ranks then reaches down and grabs the hair of JMC and forces him up to his feet. Ranks quickly goes behind JMC and locks in a waist lock before nailing a big German Suplex! Ranks then gets to his feet and stumbles backwards into his corner. Ranks slumps against the turnbuckle… And Dan Murph tags himself into the match! This gets a huge BOOOOOO!!! from the crowd as Murph enters the ring and unceremoniously sends Ranks to the outside.
Daniel: What an opportunistic bastard! He knows JMC is down so he wants to get his licks in!
Max: Oh come on Daniel! His face is still stained in blood from the assault JMC laid on him earlier!
Dan clasps his hands together and cricks his neck. He then looks down at JMC and smiles. Dan then reaches down with both hands and wraps them around the champs neck. Dan then forces JMC to his feet by the throat. Dan then grips Cassius’ arm and pulls him into a clothesline! JMC slumps to the canvas, but Dan hasn’t released his arm. Dan pulls JMC up to his feet and nails a second clothesline! Dan then pulls JMC up to his feet once more and whips him to the ropes. JMC rebounds off the ropes and dashes towards Dan, only for Dan to sweep JMC off his feet and nail a big side walk slam! Dan quickly gets to his feet and forces the champion up to his feet. Dan bows his head and grabs JMC around the waist. Dan returns to a vertical base, but with JMC on his shoulders. JMC tries to kick his legs, but its to no avail as Dan brings him down hard with a spine buster! Dan looks down at the man that has essentially become his prey and reaches down. Dan then forces JMC to his feet and sets up for the vertical Suplex. However, JMC is able to land a few punches to Dan’s ribs and abdomen, but they do little more than stagger the monstrous Irishman backwards, close to JMC’s corner. Dan then hoists Cassius into the air for the Suplex… And falls backwards hitting Cassius with a vertical Suplex. JMC sits up and smiles, before getting to his feet. Dan looks down at JMC before flipping Scorch and One off. Dan then forces JMC to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulders, setting up for the Cyclone… This brings Scorch and One into the ring, and both men hit Dan with chop blocks, Scorch taking Dan’s left leg while One hits Dan’s right leg. Scorch and One then run to the opposite corner before the ref could admonish them, and Scorch and One knock Adams, Ranks and Xavier off the apron. Scorch and One look at each other and then glance outside. Adams, Ranks and Xavier are getting to their feet and One and Scorch then grab the top rope and plancha to the outside! One and Scorch take out Adams, Xavier and Ranks!! Meanwhile, Dan has dropped JMC from his shoulders and JMC has landed on his feet behind Dan… JMC thinks quickly and grabs Dan’s arms. Seconds later, JMC has nailed Dan with the Soliloquy! Dan has bounced off the canvas and is laid face up… JMC then looks down at Dan and up at the turnbuckle. JMC quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle… JMC looks down at Dan… And flies off with the Swanton Bomb! JMC lands hard across Dan’s chest and stays there for the pin attempt. The ref drops down to make the count…
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3… YES!
Daniel: JMC HAS DONE IT!
Max: Well…
Daniel: With a week to go before Everything Ends, JMC has pinned his challenger!
Mina: Here are the winners of this contest, THE ONE, SCORCH and the WPW CHAMPION JMC!
Don’t forget the rules hits as the ref helps JMC to his feet. Scorch and One return to the ring and all three men celebrate the victory!
Daniel: What a match! What a match! I really thought the team of Adams, Murph, Xavier and Ranks would have had it, what with the numbers advantage!
Max: Well, the four men got out performed by the three men!
On the outside, Adams, Ranks and Xavier are just getting to their feet. They hear the music and realise all is lost as they slide into the ring.
Daniel: What the hell is going on here? The match is over…
Max: Isn’t it obvious? They just want to congratulate their opponents!
Max couldn’t be more wrong as Adams, Ranks and Xavier walk up behind Scorch, One and JMC and attack them! This starts a six man brawl! JMC is exchanging rights and lefts with Mike Adams, One is squaring off against Ranks while Scorch is slugging it out with Xavier! Seconds later, Carlos appears at the top of the ramp and beckons for people to come out. Security and other officials then sprint to the ring, but the first few security and officials in the ring get laid out before enough security enter the ring and separate the six men. The live audience starts a chant;
LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Max: I agree with the crowd, LET THEM FIGHT!
Daniel: Look at the chaos in the ring! Carlos made the right call here!
The officials finally gain some control and Dan is helped out of the ring by the ref that called the match. With at least 2 dozen officials in the ring, there is finally peace, as the six men scream and shout at each other.
Daniel: Well folks, what a night we have had! And what a way to cap the main event! A huge six man brawl that has just been cut short!
Max: I still wanted to see them fight!
Daniel: … So… For Max Stockton, I am Daniel Justice saying thank you for watching Tuesday Night Turmoil and Good night!
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Daniel: Oh no…
Officials and referee’s have been knocked out of the way as Adams, Scorch, One, JMC, Xavier and Ranks get to one another once more and start brawling again! The show ends on the six men still fighting and knocking officials out of the way to get to each other!
Writing Credits
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Segments
The Judge, Duff, Scroch, Mike Adams
Carson vs Tank
Duff
Stallion vs MVp
Legendaryken
The White House
Gunnar Brian
Blade LaVigne vs SiNN
HBK619
Phill Bennett vs El Pollo
Duff
Main Event
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Tuesday Night Turmoil opens up to a shot of Carlos Gonzalez before the opening video even plays. Carlos is sitting at his desk with his hands folded in front of him and resting on his papers. His glasses are sitting beside his hands and he's looking straight at the camera.
Carlos: Good evening. As all of you should have by now seen, last week's PCW Championship match ended in controversy as the PCW Champion, The Dream, was carried off by some masked men known only as the Nicaraguan Death Squad, and the PCW Title was melted...
Carlos takes a deep breath before continuing.
Carlos: So I have decided with a heavy heart to allow Mike Adams to take the final place in the match, and to allow his old PCW Championship belt to be the title officially on the line next Tuesday at Everything Ends. Good luck everyone!
The opening video for TNT finally plays and at it's conclusions a few small pyros go off.
Daniel: Welcome everybody to Tuesday Night Turmoil! I'm Daniel Justice and sitting beside me is Max Stockton, and man do we have a doozy to open the show?
Max: Doozy?
Daniel: Doozy. You know, big match up?
Max: ...
Daniel: Nevermind, you're an idiot, I don't know why I try.
Daniel: As I said, we have a big match to open the show. It’s going to be Gerard Carson competing against Tank. If Tank wins, he’ll get another shot at Carson at Everything Ends, in a triple threat match with Spaz for the Florida State title.
Max: Why didn’t you just say that instead of making up words like poozy.
Daniel: Doozy, and it’s a real word.
Max: Yeah, maybe down here in Hicksville. I never thought I’d say this, but I cant wait until Everything Ends is over so we can get back to Florida.
Daniel: Ok, anyway, while you contemplate such things, the rest of us will get on with entertaining these fans in Georgia that turned up here tonight for our final TNT before Everything Ends.
“Tryin to win” by Status Quo hits the speakers and the large frame of Tank emerges from the back. The cocky giant walks to the ring, steps inside and raises his arms to heat from the crowd.
Mina: the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New York City, weighing in at 285lbs, Tank.
Daniel: you know, for all his hype, there are actually bigger guys than Tank floating about backstage.
Max: yes, but none of them manhandled the Florida champion last week the way this guy did.
Daniel: Believe it or not, but throwing someone over the top rope isn’t particularly considered manhandling.
Max: It is when you do it with the force Tank did.
“Give ‘Em Hell Kid” by MCR starts playing as Gerard Carson announces his arrival. The Florida champion walks out to the stage amid a flurry of flashing green lights. Carson looks to the ring at Tank and walks to the ring, taking in the adulation of his fans.
Mina: His opponent, from Liverpool, England and weighing in at 225lbs, he is the Florida State Champion, Gerard Carson.
Daniel: Well, this week Gerard Carson had a lot to say about Tank’s perception of manhandling. He, and I, want to know if Tank can really go one on one with Carson.
Max: Carson has been dropping titles left and right recently. Tonight Tank takes one step closer to making sure Carson drops the only title he has left.
Daniel do you actually watch any of our shows? Carson lost the God of Live title because his sister thought it was time to move past it, not because Phill Bennett was particularly better than him.
Carson stops at the bottom of the ramp and walks round the outside, where he hoists the title aloft before handing it to Mina Henderson. Carson climbs the ring steps and steps between the ropes, ready for action. Tank doesn’t want to wait a minute longer and rushes at Carson, who ducks under a clothesline. Carson spins to face Tank, but gets caught with a stiff punch to the jaw, followed by a short Irish whip into the corner.
Max: Two
Daniel: Huh?
Max: never mind
Tank follows up in the corner with a splash, stunning Carson. Tank mounts the second rope and starts punching down on Carson’s face and head. With the crowd booing Tank, the ref tries to step in to break it up, but Tank turns and glowers at him. Tank looks to continue his assault on the Florida Champ but the delay proves costly as Carson recovers to shove Tank off the ropes and to the mat. Carson quickly jumps to the second rope himself and comes off with a legdrop across the throat of Tank. Carson goes for the quick pin, but the bigger Tank quickly powers out.
Max: Dream on Carson, it’s going to take more than that to keep Tank down.
Carson realises that too, as he picks Tank up and looks for a jawbreaker, but Tank stays on his feet as Carson crashes into the mat. Tank hits a leg drop of his own, before picking Carson up and nailing a DDT. He covers Carson quickly
One
Two
Max: Four
Daniel: Ok, we’re only on our first match and you’re already drunk.
Max: That’s a slanderous accusation Max. Our viewers might think I’m unprofessional.
Daniel: yes, and that would be my fault of course.
The match continues as Carson kicked out after two. Carson is again brought to his feet. A kick to the gut of Carson is foiled as Carson catches the boot and hits an enziguiri. Tank falls to the mat, but only onto his knees. Carson runs off the ropes and hits a shining wizard to the back of Tank’s head, sending him face first to the mat. Carson again uses the second rope, this time running and springboarding off it with a moonsault.
Daniel: nice combination of moves there by Carson, but is it enough to keep Tank down for the three count.
The moonsault may have been a move too far for Carson as he holds his ribs after hitting it. He rolls Tank over onto his back and hooks the leg.
One
Two
Tank gets the shoulder up. Carson gets to his feet, still holding his ribs. He reaches down to hoist Tank up, but Tank drives his shoulder into Carson’s ribs as he does so. Tank forces Carson to the corner and focuses on Carson’s ribs with a few shoulder thrusts to the injured area. Tank seemingly forgets he is in the corner as he reaches for a bearhug. The ref calls for the break immediately, but Tank keeps the hold locked in as he tosses Carson up and over his head in a belly to belly throw.
Max: six. There it is, unequivocal proof that our Florida Champion is full of shit.
Daniel: what the hell are you talking about?
Max: Gerard Carson said that Tank had only five moves in his arsenal. Tank just hit his sixth different move of the match, hence proving that Carson doesn’t know what he is talking about. Did you seriously think I was just shouting out random numbers?
Daniel: I think I might have preferred if that is actually what you were doing. I’ve never heard of such crap on commentary before, and I’ve been working with you every week since July.
Max: except for when I went on that spying mission to PCW for a few weeks.
Daniel: oh yes, how could we forget the time you first fell in love with Mike Adams?
Max: That’s PCW champion Mike Adams to you. Didn’t you hear what Carlos said at the start of the show?
Daniel Well, that can be debated in more detail next week at Everything Ends, but for now, I’m concerned with the match in the ring.
Max: I’d be concerned too if I was you. Tank is really starting to show his dominance now.
Tank follows up on the throw by taking Carson to his feet again, before throwing him out of the ring, in an almost instant replay of what happened last week in the six man tag. As Tank stands in the ring with his arms raised, the crowd rally behind Carson, chanting his name to will him back into the match. Carson makes his way to his feet with Tank still in the ring. Hearing the pop from the crowd, Tank turns and sees Carson standing on the outside. He approaches the ropes as Carson gets to the apron. Tank reaches out to suplex Carson back into the ring, but Carson hangs him up on the top rope. Carson quickly climbs the ropes from the outside and enters the ring via his patented 450 splash. Carson quickly rolls over for the cover.
One
Two
Thre…. Tank barely gets the shoulder up in time.
Carson gets to his feet and stands off Tank as the big man comes back to his senses. Tank slowly shakes off the cobwebs and makes his way to his feet, where Carson is standing waiting. Blast From the Past (Super kick) by Carson. No, Tank had the presence of mind to duck under it. Tank charges Carson, but Carson sidesteps it. Carson spins on his heel.
Daniel: Blast from the Past Connects.
Max: No fucking way, he can’t just do that.
Carson again tries for the cover, and this time Tank is hardly moving.
One
Two
Three!!!!!!!
Mina: The winner of this match, your Florida State Champion, Gerard Carson.
Carson stands tall in the ring as he is handed his title and “Give ‘EM Hell Kid” plays onvce again over the speakers. He looks down at Tank, shrugs his shoulders and exits the ring with his title held high.
Daniel: Well, I guess that’s another match finalised for Everything Ends. Tank will not be gatecrashing the Florida title match afterall, thanks to that devastating “Blast From the Past.” You can almost see him picturing his former best friend in the ring every time he hits that move.
Max: Huh?
Daniel: Oh, nevermind, It’d take to long to explain to you. Anyway, I believe the producer has noticed a certain someone turning up backstage, let’s head there now.
The camera goes backstage where Jamie Parker is seen arriving at the arena, his duffel bag on his shoulder.
Max: Later tonight, Jamie Parker has promised to address his fans regarding the tag team championships! Did you hear Daniel? Parker's national address!
Daniel: Parker has fans?
Jeremiah Ranks and Andrew Xavier just happen to show up to the arena at the same time and look at each other as they carry their bags through the hallway.
Xavier: Okay, listen…last week didn’t work out as well as we wanted. This week though we have the last chance to soften up three of our opponents for the PCW Title. What do you say we cut the bullshit and try to get it done?
Ranks: Fine. But as soon as the match is done tonight don’t be surprised if I take you out myself.
Xavier: Ranks why don’t you listen to yourself for a damn second. Do you realize what you and I are in this match for the belt?
Ranks: No, what?
Xavier: You and I…at least by most of the experts are the odd men out. We’re the guys who no one expected to get into this match.
Ranks: What’s your point?
Xavier: My point is, no one expects either of us to walk out with the gold and that sickens me, as I’m sure it does you.
Ranks: It does, but it sounds like you have something else in mind.
Xavier: Indeed, let’s take a look at this logically. Scorch and One have tagged together before, and Dust and Dream are drug addicts so they may even form some sort of a bond…
Ranks: I see where you’re going with this.
Xavier: Exactly, not to say that when it’s down to just you and I left in the ring we won’t tear each other apart to get that title belt hanging from the ceiling but…there’s no sense not going into this match without a gameplan.
Ranks silently nods as they walk along and walk past Mike Adams standing in the hallway with his head against the wall.
Ranks: Heh, speaking of the PCW Title…
Xavier: Wouldn’t that segway be better if we actually walked by someone in the match?
Ranks and Xavier both laugh a little as Adams turns around with a strong look on his face and stops both men. The sinister grin appears on his face again.
Smada: It appears you boys don’t read the papers. Dream’s unfit to compete…granted that was before the brutal attack by the NDS last week, but the fact remains that he will not be in the match. But guess who is?
Xavier: Looks like someone lucked out, eh Adams?
Smada: Adams? I’m sorry he can’t answer the phone right now.
Xavier looks confused as Ranks is staring a hole through Smada.
Smada: We haven’t been formerly introduced…but you can ask your new pal Jerry about me. We’ve met before haven’t we Jerry? Last time I saw you I was giving you an Unstoppabomb to end your first bid for the PCW Title in the Tournament of Champions.
Ranks: Well it looks like Mike couldn’t cut the mustard anymore could he Smada?
Smada just smirks and walks past both men and as Ranks and Xavier head off toward the locker rooms Smada turns back towards them.
Smada: You fuckers better hold up your end of the deal tonight.
Xavier: You better as well.
Daniel: Up now, we’ve got the next chapter in the book entitled ‘ The Stallion Twizted the Dreamer’s MVP.’
Max: Is it a whodunit?
Daniel: It’s a torrid melodrama set in the Deep South, full of violence, passion, betrayal and alien invasion…….though that’s a bit of a spoiler. Sorry.
Max: Maybe tonight, eh, Daniel? We had the Nicaraguan takeover last week – maybe it’s little green men from Mars this week.
Daniel: I don't think so, Max. There's an increased security presence tonight as a result of MVP's apparent threat to bring a knife to tonight's proceedings.
Max: Increased security presence? That's just Ralph from accounts with a 'Bad Boy' T-shirt on, isn't it?
Daniel: Shhhhh....
Mina: The next match is to be decided by one fall, submission or knockout, and is between, approaching the ring at a weight of 235lbs and hailing from Philadelphia, PA, he is Emmmm Veeee Peeee!!!
‘Fly from the Inside’ by Shakedown hits and MVP walks out slowly, stopping halfway to the ring. Green and white lights begin to flash while the crowd boos loudly. MVP starts as he looks in the ring to see Mini Todd Franklin in referee shirt, cracking his fingers then practicing his slapping action. MVP gestures that he doesn’t want to go into the ring with the annoying kid and turns to go backstage but Stallion is behind him and catches him with a loud slap to the face. He runs round MVP, rolls into the ring and does a rehearsed hand slap/elbow bump/handshake routine with Mini Todd Franklin.
An enraged MVP rushes into the ring but is clotheslined by an alert Stallion. Mini Todd Franklin exits the ring and the real Todd rushes from backstage, pulling his zipper up as he comes.
Ding Ding
Stallion drops a leg but MVP rolls out of the way before contact and dropkicks Stallion as he lies on the mat.
Daniel: Explosive start here. A lot of history between these men and their partners, Justin Dreamer and Twizted. Stallion is still the hardcore champion after his win over Dreamer and MVP………..well, MVP just hates Twizted’s guts.
Max: Well, to be fair, we all hate Twizted’s guts.
Daniel: Not true, Max. Just yourself, MVP and a few other Philadelphians.
Max: Philadelphoids, surely?
Daniel: I dunno. Maybe Philadelphites.
The action continues with an exchange of punches and kicks then MVP catches Stallion with a Randy Orton Uppercut then a Facebuster.
MVP attempts an early cover but Stallion kicks out quickly and retires to his corner nursing his jaw. MVP rushes him but Stallion manages to arm drag him out of the ring. MVP slaps the apron in frustration. Stallion goes to stomp on his hand but MVP snatches it away angrily.
Daniel: Yes, the bitterness continues. This is no exhibition match. This is war.
Max: And how long before the reinforcements arrive, Daniel?
Daniel: Well, that would require a Presidential order ratified by the Senate, and I’m not sure that the present political climate would welcome further military adventurism in the Middle East or indeed any domestic field of war such as this.
Max: …………..Sometimes you take this job too seriously, Daniel. I just meant – when do Twizted and Dreamer show up?
Daniel: Ooooh! Stallion gets serious on MVP’s ass!
Stallion launches himself over the top rope to Crossbody MVP on the outside. Stallion gets up quickly and hauls MVP up by the neck, moving to slam his head against the crowd barrier. MVP thrusts him in the back however, and Stallion topples over into the crowd.
Todd Franklin has begun a count-out.
3………….4………….5……..
But MVP rolls back in the ring to break the count and goes back to looking for Stallion. Stallion uses the Crowd Barrier to launch himself into a Flying Elbow and both men go sprawling again.
Daniel: Business is picki………..
Max: Oh, stop it, Daniel. Get your own catchphrases.
MVP and Stallion rise on the outside as Todd Franklin reaches 7, then trade a couple of forearms before they get back in the ring. MVP pulls Stallion into a headlock and slowly tightens the hold as he regains his breath. Stallion struggles to free himself but MVP has him in tight and yells back at the crowd who start an ‘MVP sucks’ chant.
Daniel: The crowd show where their loyalty lies.
Max: It lies where the biggest suck-up is in the ring. They don’t care about skill or technique. Look at how many T-shirts that idiot, the Dream sold, and where is he now?
Daniel: We’d all like to know that. WPW have filed a missing persons report here in Georgia but there have been reports of a man fitting the Dream’s description being smuggled across the Mexican border last Wednesday. I’m worried about his safety.
Max: I’m worried about his huge porn collection. Who’s going to look after that?
MVP still has the headlock applied. He jumps up the first and second ropes and lands Stallion in a Modified Bulldog. Stallion flops over after landing and MVP covers….
1…………2…Stallion gets a shoulder up but MVP hits him with a couple of forearms and calls for another count….
1…………2…….Once again Stallion gets a shoulder up, but this time continues to roll through and finds himself on top of a surprised MVP. He butts MVP then twists him into a Dragon Sleeper hold but MVP frees himself from that before any damage can be done. Both men get back to their feet. They circle each other harmlessly for a few seconds before MVP tries a Gore but walks into a Big Boot by Stallion. He staggers back then goes straight back at Stallion with a Clothesline from Hell. Stallion lies gasping in the middle of the ring so MVP tries a Rolling Thunder followed by a cover….
1…………2……Stallion once again gets a shoulder up.
Daniel: This man will just not lie down.
Max: Well, that would be my recommendation. He’s just asking for a bigger beating from the better man.
MVP slows things down by applying his own Chokehold which Todd Franklin allows to stand.
Daniel: A break in the action so let’s have this week’s ‘Tell us a Fact About X, Max’. This week, tell us a fact about MVP.
Max: MVP is fourteenth in line to the British throne.
Daniel: Fourteenth, eh? That’s just behind the Duke of Croydon and mini Todd Franklin, I do believe.
Max: Em……….you might be right, Daniel. You usually are.
Franklin raises Stallions hand………….which drops to his side.
One!
He raises it again……….it drops again…….
Two!
Before Franklin can lift the hand a third time, Twizted makes an appearance ringside, quickly followed by Justin Dreamer.
Franklin breaks off from officiating to warn Twizted and Dreamer not to interfere, but this allows MVP to find a knife? No, a pair of brass knuckles from his basketball shorts and land a couple of right hands on an already dazed Stallion. He stuffs the knucks back in his shorts and goes to taunt Twizted as Dreamer gets in his face.
Daniel: This is in danger of falling apart. Why can’t these men leave each other alone?
Twizted and Dreamer start to exchange punches but Todd Franklin catches a flailing arm as he leans out of the ring trying to separate the two men. He falls, clutching his head as if hit by a sudden bout of meningitis. MVP grabs Twizted around the neck and hauls him into the ring, kicks him in the midsection and delivers a Most Valuable Move (Angle Slam). He covers Twizted and Dreamer slams the mat three times. Dreamer then covers Stallion and MVP does the count for this pin. To rub home their advantage, they both do simultaneous Swanton Bombs on Twizted and Stallion.
Daniel: I don’t think they’re bothered about the match outcome. They just want to punish their opponents before Everything Ends.
Max: And why shouldn’t they? That’s smart tactics, Daniel. They’ve got the momentum going into the big one.
As Todd Franklin comes to his senses, Dreamer and MVP roll Twizted out of the ring and MVP returns to hook Stallion’s leg for a cover while shouting over to Franklin to make the count. Franklin crawls over………
1…………..2………..3, no, somehow Franklin finds a half inch of daylight between Stallion’s shoulder and the mat. He dismisses MVP’s protests with a feeble wave of his hands. MVP jumps up and is joined on the apron by Dreamer, furious that the match isn’t over.
Daniel: Oh, this is turning ugly.
Max: Don’t tell me the Bees are doing a run in.
Daniel: MVP has hauled Todd Franklin to his feet and is bawling in his face that the pin should count, but all that’s doing is risking disqualification and allowing Stallion time to recover.
Franklin stands his ground and shows MVP his ref shirt so MVP reluctantly releases him and returns intending to Boston Crab Stallion. Stallion is warned by a recovered Twizted however and rolls MVP into a small package.
1..2..3
Daniel: Wow! That’s the fastest count I’ve ever seen in a WPW ring. MVP pissed Todd Franklin off mightily and I guess he wasn’t going to be messed around.
Mina: The winner of this contest, Stallion!!!!!!!!
MVP thrashes out of the small package and grasps at a rapidly departing Stallion as he joins Twizted in going backstage before further damage can be inflicted on them. MVP is furious and even shoves Justin Dreamer who has entered the ring with him. Dreamer glares back at him and shrugs his shoulders.
Daniel: The Hardcore Champ remains the one to beat, even in a regular rules match. Stallion scores one for his team in this big grudge developing before everything ends at Everything Ends.
Max: And how can people make sure they can see Everything Ends, Daniel?
Daniel: Contact their local Cable Operator, send us $20.00, or wait until it’s on Your-Tube Wednesday morning………what?.........message from backstage…….oh, apparently Carlos Gonzalez will remove the testicles of anyone found posting the telecast on Your-Tube. You have been warned.
WPW Champion James Moriarty Cassius and Dust inaudibly converse as they walk the halls backstage. They walk past a man in some black pants with a gray hooded WPW TNT sweatshirt on. Dust taps JMC on the shoulder and the two turn in the direction of the man. As the man comes into focus, it is clear who they are looking at. Scorch looks around, turning his head to survey his surroundings and puts his hands up, as if he anticipates an attack from WPW’s Royalty.
Dust: Relax there Scorcho boy, we are not here to hurt you. You should know that by the fact you are still standing. Go on now, Champ, stop being so shy.
JMC shoots a death stare in the direction of Dust. He then puts his hands into his coat pockets and lowers his head, refusing to look at Scorch who now appears confused as well as hesitant. Dust gives JMC a light nudge, but the WPW Champion is unresponsive.
Dust: What my Royal friend here is trying to say is he is sorry for how he has responded to this whole sorted affair between you and Sophie. To show you how, go on, Champ, give them to Scorch.
Once again JMC remains unresponsive except for this time muttering something indistinguishable under his breath. Scorch’s confusion remains, but his hesitation looks to have faded now as he no longer appears concerned for his physical well being.
Scorch: Give what to me, Dust? I realize you are not fans of mine, so if it is all the same to you, I am more than happy to simply slap your hands a few times in that ring, work with you two so we can win the match and then let things go back to the way you prefer them. You do not need to insult my intelligence pretending as if you wish to befriend me.
Dust: You have it all wrong there, Scorchy. I feel bad about what we did to you the last time we partnered up, and so does he. That is why he wants you to have…
JMC: I have at now a regret that I doth wish to express. It is no secret I love and care deeply for my sister, the sweet and innocent flower called by the world as Sophie. When I saw your glances turn in her direction, my mind created the worst of imagery. I now realize your intention were not the sinister ones I had envisioned and as a token of my forgiveness I wish for you to take these two passes and go with her to see one of the Bard’s finest works, one that bears striking resemblance to a piece once performed as “The Jew.”
Everyone just stands there not moving or saying anything for a several seconds after JMC finishes forcing out his words. Dust notices Scorch’s head tilted, looking at JMC, trying to comprehend the situation.
Dust: Allow me to translate for you. The Champ is sorry for assuming the worst about you in regards to his sister. As a piece offering he wants to give you two tickets to see…
Scorch: The Merchant of Venice, I am not culturally ignorant. It may shock you to discover, literacy has reached the peasants. What I want to know is why the sudden change of heart?
Dust: We need to be going now, put please, take the tickets. We will see you out there later tonight, you little knave, you.
JMC: I do hope you doth enjoy the show.
Scorch: Uh, thank you.
JMC hands the tickets to Scorch before he and Dust head off down the hall together as Scorch looks at them with his eyebrows raised. He looks down at the tickets, reading over the information on them before shrugging and placing them into the pocket of his sweatshirt. He turns around and finds himself looking into the eye of Sophie Cassius. Sophie looks excited and her eyes are filled with speculation.
Sophie: What are those two up to now?
Scorch: I have no idea.
Sophie: Sometimes I worry about those two. I know the trouble they can cause.
Scorch puts his right hand into his sweatshirt and clutches the tickets. He starts to draw his hand out with Sophie looking intently at him as the scene abruptly cuts away.
TNT returns from commercial break and a camera is busting into the locker rooms where it intrudes on Jamie Parker brushing his teeth. Parker turns around angrily and swats the camera away as the feed goes dark for a moment.
Max: Jamie Parker getting ready for tonight's big speech!!!
Daniel: For Christ's sake, we get it, is what he has to say really that important?
Max: Is it that important?! Do you even realize how big of a star Jamie Parker is.
Daniel: Oh yes... He's such a huge star. (Sarcasm)
Max: Get that tone out of your voice boy.
Daniel: He's our future world champion, don't believe me, just ask him.
Max: Damn straight!
The White House
Max: Look at whats next
Dan: How the hell did Gunnar get this time on air?
Max: I heard that he threatened Carlos with a lawsuit for racial unfairness with regards to the 4 way he lost
Dan: Hes not black
Max: I know, but Carlos humored him and gave him the time, looks like he needed a laugh and well Gunnar gives the fans more humor than Eric Young
Dan: So nothing compared to Jokester
MAX: Right
Amy: Well, ladies and gentlemen, at this time I would like to introduce to you, the White House and my special, and I do mean special, guest, he is the former PCW jobber, Gunnar Brian.
The lights fade and the music begins to play, Gunnar walks out as he looks towards the sky. He pauses for a moment as he holds his hands out. He then looks down at the floor as the lights come back on before wrapping his arms around himself. He slides his hands down his arms as he slowly walks down to the ring before slowly climbing up the steps. He stops as he tkes the first step retreating from the ring and walking around the ring to pick up a chair He turns around as he climbs the last step looking around before climbing into the ring. Once he enters the ring he sets up the chair in the middle of the ring and sits down, his hands on his knees tightly pressed together.
Amy: Alright, well Gunnar, looks like you got here alright, and you know that I am going to ask some questions right?
Gunnar simply nods like a scolded child, not lifting his head to look at Amy
Amy: Bizzare, anyways Gunnar.. the first question what everyone wants answered is who is his stalker person? We have seen then on some of your videos, and well there are floods of e-mails coming in saying that they are the stalker. Your thoughts?
Gunnar: What in the hell do these people know, they spend the day watching me getting hurt, watching me panic. What these people forget is that there is a girls life on the life, that girl is counting on me to make sure no harm falls upon her and that is what I intend to do, even if have to make a ool of myself, this is what its like to be shackled, to be held down. If I wanted I would be in the position of Spaz, or Tank or even in the PCW title match, yet after jfollowing instructions, some that I never shared, I find myself here. Simple as.
Amy: So who is this girl?
Gunnar: She was one of the few, off the camera who consoled me for being on the losing team at When Worlds Collide, yes the truth being no one in the PCW team bothered to console, they all left as per Carlos order to return on TNT.
Amy: Well so did you, but who was the girl, like names and stuff?
Gunnar: Her name was, I mean she called herself June. Thats all I knew before I was ambushed,I swear.
Amy: God, now I hear that you have a surprise, you know something planned for Everything Ends.
Gunnar: By god, I do, this surprise is going to be bigger than Unit, more unpredictable than Jokester and down right better than JMC. I have found the stalker, I spoke to this person, and it turns out that we have alot in common, and as a matter of fact, I will be accompanied by them when Everything Ends comes, match or not. We both have front row seats, we both will be in attendance, and well I would have brought them tonight, but they don't like you.
Amy procceds to slap Gunnar across the face, the connection vey firm and loud as the crowd fall silent before begging the chants again.
Amy: I'm not staying to get insulted
Amy leaves the ring as Gunnar stamps his foot on the ground before standing up and throwing the chair out of the ring in a fit of rage.
A video begins to play on the tron showing Spaz pinning Jokester and Gunnar pinning Tank, a crude red number next to each pinfall, Gunnars stopping at 2 as the number next to Spaz increases to 2 then 3. A big Gunnar loses then flashes on the tron followed by pictures of random scenes with Gunnars head atached to several bodies and other parts.
Gunnar looks horrified at this as Jokester slips into the ring behind Gunnar without anyone noticing. As Gunnar turns around he is met by a Rejection Slip from Jokester sending him to the outside. Gunnar eyes Jokester holding his mouth as he backs away from the ring, pointing at the man with eyes that seem to say 'You'
The cameras go backstage momentarily where SiNN is walking toward the ring.
Max: Oh no, SiNN!
Daniel: That's r-
Suddenly SiNN stops dead in his tracks as Amanda Rhyme steps up to him, her head, body and face completely covered in a black hooded robe with a black mask. All that can be seen is her blonde hair hanging out in front of the robe under the hood. SiNN stares her for a long moment as she just stands before him.
SiNN: Overated huh? We'll see...
SiNN walks right past her as the camera follows him.
Daniel: SiNN takes on Blade LaVigne when we return!
Mina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The lights in the arena flicker on and off quickly and then the chorus to “With My Mind” comes in, a Red light shines onto the stage and SiNN walks out…..he raises his hands partially in the air and walks down the ramp, the red light following him…..he slides under the bottom rope and the red light grows larger he raises a fist into the air, and when he opens his hand the red light turns off.
Mina: Introducing first… SiNN!
Daniel: SiNN looks all fired up for tonight
Max: I guess you could say that. To be honest, this guy could be plotting to kill us all
Daniel: What?
Max: What’s he thinking? I don’t know… crazy thoughts
Daniel: I’m sure
The Randy Orton like pyros hit as "Enemy" plays. Blade hesitates for a moment before walking into view. He cocks a smirk as he Folds his arms and walks to the ring. He slides into the ring and perches himself on the top rope and looks into the crowd and trash talks while pointing to himself.
Mina: And his opponent… Blade LaVigne!
Max: Just what we need, another cocky kid
Daniel: Easy now, this should be a good match
Max: …should be, yeah
LaVigne comes to the ring and gets in the face of SiNN. SiNN and LaVigne are nose to nose until LaVigne slaps SiNN across the face. SiNN just stands there at first and then out of nowhere hits a spinning heel kick on LaVigne sending him to the mat.
Daniel: Look at that
Max. What’d I tell ya? This one is gonna rock!
SiNN picks LaVigne up to his feet and sends him to the ropes. SiNN knocks Blade down with a clothesline. SiNN starts to stomp all over LaVigne, but Blade manages to roll out of the ring and to the ground. Fans at ringside get all over LaVigne. SiNN picks LaVigne up and sends him into the side of the ring. LaVigne screams out in pain. SiNN hits a knife edge chop on LaVigne. He hits another, causing Blade to spit out
Max: Ew…
SiNN rolls LaVigne back into the ring. SiNN picks LaVigne to his feet and delivers a big scoop slam. SiNN goes for the cover
One…
Tw… Kickout!
Daniel: SiNN is really taking it to Blade here
Max: I’m still disgusted Blade hawked a loogie
Daniel: It was a hard slap
Max: Yeah but… ew…
SiNN gets to his feet and climbs to the top rope. LaVigne jumps up and sends SiNN flying across the ring and to the mat. LaVigne starts to stomp away on SiNN. He then gets SiNN back to his feet and sends him to the ropes. Blade connects with a running knee to the face, knocking SiNN back to the mat. LaVigne goes to the second rope and hits a leg drop. Blade makes the cover
One…
T… Kickout!
Daniel: And Blade turning things around here
Max: He caught him off guard. No big deal
LaVigne sends SiNN to the ropes and hits a dropkick, sending him to the outside. LaVigne follows him out and slams SiNN’s head into the ring post, busting SiNN wide open. LaVigne delivers a suplex on the ground. SiNN grabs his back and screams out in pain. LaVigne just laughs as he rolls SiNN back into the ring. Cover by LaVigne.
One...
Two...
Thr… Kickout!
Max: Blade looks pretty ruthless out there
Daniel: Business is about to…
Max: I swear to God!
LaVigne picks SiNN up to his feet and locks in a sleeper hold. SiNN starts to fade. The crowd gets behind SiNN but he still continues to fade. SiNN falls down to one knee. He then goes down to the other knee. LaVigne doesn’t let up on the sleeper hold as SiNN hits the mat hard. The bounce knocks SiNN awake. The crowd goes nuts. SiNN starts to get to his feet. He gets to his knees and hits an elbow to the mid section of LaVigne. SiNN then gets to his feet and hits three more elbows to the mid section of LaVigne. SiNN sends LaVigne to the ropes and hits a big boot. LaVigne hits the ground and so does SiNN.
Max: I told you SiNN was crazy
Daniel: But I think he’s back at zero where he was before
Max: It was probably an out of body experience. SiNN looks dead out there
LaVigne starts to stomp on SiNN as SiNN lays in the ring motionless. LaVigne picks SiNN up and drops him with a DDT
Daniel: And it looks like Blade is still alive and kicking
LaVigne heads over to SiNN and locks in an Ankle lock. SiNN starts screaming in pain and reaching for the ropes. LaVigne pulls SiNN to the center of the ring. SiNN fights Blade hard, and crawls toward the ropes
Daniel: SiNN trying to hang on here
Max: He’s fighting but can’t make it
Slowly but surly, SiNN makes it to the ropes. Blade releases the hold, letting SiNN curl in the corner. Blade shakes his arms out. The pulling looks to have hurt Blade
Max: You think he pulled a muscle there?
Daniel: He was playing Tug-of-War with a human being. He’s trying to get some feeling back.
While Blade shakes the feeling back into his arms, SiNN manages to get to his feet. SiNN hits LaVigne with a hard right hand. LaVigne fires back with a right hand of his own. Both men exchange rights and lefts until finally SiNN drops to one knee and hits LaVigne in the gut. Blade doubles over.
Daniel: Resourceful move by SiNN
Max: It’s a brawl out there
SiNN gets to his feet and hits a Neck breaker on LaVigne. SiNN picks LaVigne to his feet and sets him up for The End. Blade punches and kicks wildly, stopping SiNN from connecting. Blade pushes SiNN off, sending him into the ropes. When SiNN gets back, Blade twists SiNN into a sit down Powerbomb
Max: It’s over!
Blade connects, but SiNN throws his legs at the last second. When the move hits, SiNN is on top with something that resembles a seated Senton onto the chest of Blade!
Max: Now how the hell did he do that?
Daniel: I have no idea. Let’s take a look
Instant Replay] [/B]
Blade connects, but SiNN throws his legs at the last second [/SIZE]
Daniel: That crafty guy!
Max: What?
Daniel: Don’t you get it?
Max: No
Daniel: SiNN was just loose enough to slide out of the Powerbomb
Max: But he hit
Daniel: Right, but by moving his legs forward, SiNN moved all his weight onto Blade’s stomach. Blade dropped SiNN straight onto his chest, knocking the wind out of him
Max: That smart son of a bitch. So he really is thinking!
SiNN starts hammering his opponent in the face with heavy left hands before dragging him to a standing base.
SiNN connects with another right hand, it appears he might be drooling as he slams his hand into the head of Blade.
SiNN tosses Blade into the ropes, and when he returns he greats him with a Triple H style face buster onto his knee....Blade jolts up straight and SiNN locks him up before driving him hard to the mat with a smooth side effect.
SiNN starts to drag Blage up again...Blade waves his arms up and knocks SiNN's grip lose, he then fires a right hand, but SiNN catches it and then underhooks the arm under his own.
Blade fires his left hand but it ends up in the same place under SiNN's other arm.
SiNN releases a horrific barrage of headbutts over and over into the face of Blade, whos nose starts to drip blood. SiNN bashes him in the head with an extra hard headbutt as he lets go of the arms. Blade stumbles but doesnt get far as SiNN plants the top of his head under Blades jaw and connects with SiNNfestation!
Daniel: The set up!
SiNN is up in a flash, Blade cant even react before he is resting on SiNN's shoulders again.
THE END!
Blade is driven down with the seated Samoan Driver that SiNN has perfected as his own.
SiNN reaches over and hooks the leg.
1.......
2......
3!
Mina: Here is your winner. SiNN!
Mina hardly has time to announce who the winner is, SiNN is already to his feet and climbing out of the ring, he lifts up the apron and looks around.
Max: what is that nut job looking for now!?
Daniel:....uh oh....I think I know Max.
SiNN's hand shoots up in the air with a notepad and his special pen....the crowd goes nuts!
He slides back into the ring and starts to stalk Blade who is shaking his head as he gets to his feet.
the crowd grows silent as SiNN stands still with his left hand pulled back....Blade turns.
SiNN nails him hard in the forehead with that pen!
Daniel: Dear god!
Max: ummm.....
Blade falls to the mat and SiNN follows him down with some more blows from the pen....the mat becomes stained with blood before SiNN stops.....holds the notepad up, then the pen...and marks a line through Blade's name on the list.
The camera quickly goes backstage where Amy White is standing outside of a locker room with the name plate of Jamie Parker on it.
Daniel: Oh good lord, he has his own dressing room?
Max: He's a champ now Daniel! When you gonna get that through your head?
Daniel: We'll Parker's stupid address to the fans, coming up next!
Max: Stupid?!
The show comes back from commercial, with Iron Maiden’s “the Prisoner” playing throughout Denis and Marty’s and Jamie Parker making his way down to the ring. He steps between the ropes to a chorus of boos, before making his way to the far side of the ring and motioning to Mina to get him a mic. As Mina hands a microphone to Parker, he nearly rips her arm from its socket as he snaps it from her hand. Parker raises the mic to his lips but is prevented from talking by the boos of the crowd. He moves back to the side of the ring and calls a technician over. He whispers something to the technician and the technicians reply of “we cant! Something to do with disturbing the peace laws” is picked up by the mic. Parker slides out of the ring and grabs the unfortunate guy by the shirt, getting up in his face. This time Parker’s comments of “Turn the damn volume up now.” The guy whispers something into his mic before nodding to Parker, as all the while the boos keep coming, although they have eased off by now as the crowd get bored with it. Parker slides back into the ring and motions for the crowd to settle down so he can speak.
Max: who does this guy think he is? He gets carried through a tag team title win and a few defences and now he thinks he can go around abusing staff?
Daniel: For once I agree, he may be a champ now, but that doesn’t give him the right to treat people like that.
Unsurprisingly, the crowd ignore Parker’s appeal for silence, much to his evident frustration.
Parker: Will you lot just shut the fuck up? Show some damn respect to your Tag Team Champ. After all, nobody in WPW history has single handedly beat so many teams. Now, the reason I’m out here is that I want to address something that occurred not that long ago.
Daniel: I think Parker is about to call out his tag team partner following the events on last week’s TNT.
Max: you mean when The Main Man knocked the spit out of Parker’s mouth?
Parker: Some of you may have seen that this past week on Live, The Monkey Man and I were competing in singles matches. Now, I want to take you all back to what happened that night and the farce that occurred.
Main Man was very confident in this match and dominated for the most part even flirting with a few unfortunate women at ringside as Seto was lying unconscious for several portions of the match. ************************************************ ************************************************** *********************.Seto then quickly rolled up The Main Man as he recovered and got an upset win over TMM as ***** EVERYONE******laughed.
Parker: That right there is proof enough in itself that I carry this tag team. The Elephant Man lost to a glorified jobber right in the middle of the ring, but that isn’t really the issue at hand here. I want to address what happened later in the show. Let me show you what I mean.
Jamie has the match well in hand and was about to polish off the other hald of Red Dragon, but Jason and Sky came out again but instead of Parker getting rolled up, he planchaed to the outside as he took out both contenders. TMM then came out as an independant act of revenge and the tag champions and their rivals started brawling and in the scuffle Parker was counted out. After Bennett and Sky were chased off TMM and Parker started screaming at each other as they headed back up the ramp.
Winner: Vendetta by count-out at 8:51
Parker: So you see, I’m just a little bit upset. It took the illegal involvement of three other men to get me my first one on one loss here in WPW since August last year. Of course, it will go down in the record books as one of the biggest upset victories of all time here, not just in WPW, but in this business as a whole. Bigger than Jesse Long beating that over-rated addict Dust. Bigger than Blade LaVigne beating |Mike Adams. Bigger than Hurricane beating The Rock. Yes, this was an upset, no doubt about it, but if you want to talk about upset, that doesn’t even come close to how I felt after that match. Now, back to the reason I am standing in this ring tonight. You may have heard that two wrongs don’t make a right, but I’m about to disprove that little theory. I plan to right this blemish on my record by doing things that are wrong to those that have wronged me. I hold one man responsible for my loss on Live, and that man knows who he is. For weeks now, he has been a thorn in my side and at Everything Ends, I intend to take care of him once and for all.
Daniel: It’s on. Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to see the first bout between reigning tag team champions in WPW history announced.
Parker: So, at Everything Ends, I am laying out the challenge. At Everything Ends, I am going to destroy……………………… Jason Bennett.
The announcement draws further jeers and chants of “coward” from the crowd who were expecting Parker to challenge TMM.
Max: I knew it. Parker doesn’t have the balls to challenge the Main Man. He just wants to sit and make snide remarks.
Parker: Week after week, I’ve watched Jason Bennett bitch and moan about not getting his rematch, so at Everything Ends, he’ll get his wish. It will be Jamie Parker and The Cave Man defending their titles against Jason Bennett and Sky Ryder.
Daniel: There you have it ladies and gentleman, the card for Everything Ends has just had another big match added to it.
Just then, the arena goes dark briefly and “I Did My Time” by Korn begins to play.
Daniel: Here comes Parker’s tag team partner. Can these two really survive another match together?
Max: For Parker’s sake, I hope so. If not, then Parker may not only lose his tag titles but also his ability to stand upright by the time the Main Man is done with him.
Parker: Ah, Michael. Glad you could make it. So, you ready to kick some ass at Everything Ends?
The Main Man: You bet The Main Man is ready! There’s just one small problem, it won’t be against Bennett and Ryder. I’ve already spoken to Carlos and secured a match for the tag team titles at Everything Ends.
Parker: you did what? Who the hell do you think you are going behind my back and arranging matches for me to defend my tag titles without consulting me?
TMM: Well, isn’t that what you were standing out here doing?
Parker: there’s a difference there. I’m the one that deserves to hold these titles, so I should be the one that says when, where and against whom we defend them.
TMM: You know what, Jamie? I’ve had just about all I can take of you being a little bitch. Just who the hell do you think you are speaking to The Main man like that?
Parker: If you’ve got a problem with it, why don’t you come down here and do something about it.
The tension in the crowd increases as they await The Main Man’s reaction.
The Main Man: I’d love nothing more, but I want you fit to compete at Everything Ends.
Parker: So I can carry you to another victory? At least now you’re admitting to it. So, who are these mystery opponents?
The Main Man: Opponent in the singular Jamie.
Parker: I like the sound of that. So, who is it?
TMM: You really wanna know? OK, at Everything Ends, with the world tag team title son the line, it’s going to be Jamie Parker and The Main Man facing off against……………….. Each Other!
Daniel: What?
Max: What?
Parker: What?
TMM: Oh yes, Jamie. One week from now, at Everything Ends I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to do for so long and beat the holy hell out of you. Even better than that, when I win, I get to lose you as a partner and claim the tag titles as my own.
Parker: Bu , But, But, You can’t do that! These are my tag titles. I’m the one that won ad defended them.
TMM: It’s time to put your money where your mouth is Parker. You really think you’ve been carrying this team? Then prove it next Tuesday, but this time make sure you know that TMM will not be taking any of our shit or smartass comments. In fact, The Main Man is going to prove why he was good enough to let you com along for the ride with him. Now, I have nothing more to say to you for now, so I’ll see you next week.
The Main Man exits to the back as a shell shocked Parker stands in the ring looking forlornly at his tag title. He picsk the strap up and hoists it over his shoulder, holding it extra tight as he makes his way to the back.
Daniel: Well, the repercussions from that announcement from The Main man promise to be huge, but for now, we have another grudge to concentrate on. Last week, Phill Bennett took some offence to comments made by El Pollo and attacked him in the corridor.
Max: Phill Bennett is gonna come out here and make chicken mince out of that over-evolved egg.
Daniel: Wow, two chicken references in one sentence, well done Max.
Max: oh, there are plenty more where that came from.
Daniel: well try to show some respect and just call the match. Oh fuck it, who am I trying to fool?
“To Be Loved” By Papa Roach begins to play and Phill Bennett makes his appearance, looking extremely smug with himself. He makes his way to the ring with a huge grin on his face, seemingly not realising that the few cheers he had been getting in recent weeks have totally disappeared and been replaced with solid disapproval from the crowd.
Mina: the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Canterbury England, weighing in at 215lbs, “The English Crippler” Phill Bennett.
Bennett steps into the ring and picks up the mic that Jamie Parker has just dropped.
Phill: Well, wasn’t that a fun little spat? So, now that you’ve all come to see me, I want to say just a few words. Last week, El Pollo disrespected me and this week he’s going to find out what happens to those that choose to do so. So, Cage, Beno, I hope you’re watching this. Earlier tonight I had to decide what kind of message to send to you guys. I could either beat El Pollo in record time and show just how dominant I truly am, but then I realised that won’t let you see just what I am capable of. So I decided on something else. I decided iw as going to drag it out. I’m going to take El Pollo apart bit by bit. I’m going to pluck him and dejoint him. I’m going to tear his wings off and cut off his breast. Then I’m going to take what remains of his carcass and carve it up bit by bit. Finally, when he is well and truly stuffed, I’m going to…………
Bennett’s intentions are interrupted by the unusual notes of “the Birdy Song.” El Pollo makes his way to the stage and he looks more than a little pissed off. Bennett stares at him in disbelief, before dropping the mic into the corner.
Mina: his opponent, from Kentucky, and weighing in at several buckets worth, El Pollo.
Max: Well, It looks like El Pollo is in a bit of a flap here tonight.
Daniel: Oh god, please let it stop.
El Pollo makes his way down the ramp, stopping every few paces to pose for photos with fans and sign autographs. Phill Bennett slides out of the ring, but El Pollo spots him and starts squawking and flapping his wings at Bennett. Bennett is unsure how to react and steps backwards as El Pollo advances. Eventually, Bennett is backed up against the ring with the chicken still advancing. Bennett slides into the ring as El Pollo continues his unorthodox approach. El Pollo hops up onto the ring apron, still flapping his wings as Bennett retreats to the corner.
Max: El Pollo can flap his wings and jump around all he likes, but he’s never gonna fly.
Daniel: Now they’re getting worse.
El Pollo steps into the ring and Bennett charges him hitting him across the head with his hand. El Pollo collapses to the mat as if hit by s train as Bennett makes his way back to the corner. As the referee checks on El Pollo, Bennett leans over the top rope and drops something to the outside.
Daniel: what the hell? That was the microphone Bennett was using earlier. He just cracked El Pollo in the head with an illegal object. The sneaky son of a bitch!
Max: I guess it’s time for our weekly lesson Daniel.
Daniel: lemme guess, you do what you have to to win?
Max: well, I’m glad you’re finally catching on.
Bennett waits in the corner as El Pollo gets to his feet slowly and the ref signals to start the match. The bell rings and Phill Bennett moves in for a lock up. Too late he realises that trying to go collar and elbow with a chicken suit is going to be near impossible and El Pollo slaps him in the face with his wing. As Phill staggers backwards, El Pollo rushes him and performs a lou thesz press. With Bennett locked beneath his body, El Pollo uses alternate wings to slap at the face of Phill. Bennett gets his hands up to shield his face and eventually pushes El Pollo off. El Pollo rolls to the side and gets back to his feet, at nearly exactly the same time as Bennett gets to his. Bennett takes El Pollo down with a clothesline, but El Pollo bounces back up again instantly. A forearm smash from Bennett just succeeds in bending the rubber beak on El Pollo’s costume. Bennett looks on incredulous as El Pollo attempts to straighten out his costume. Bennett drops to his knees and hits a low blow right in front of the referee. As El Pollo doubles over, Bennett laughs off the referee’s stern words. Bennett hits a dropkick to the head of the chicken and rolls on top for a pin
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Two
El Pollo gets a wing up.
Max: El Pollo just got his brains fried. Fried chicken, do you get it?
Daniel: It’s so witty a three year old would get it.
Bennett is to his feet and looks for a leg drop. El Pollo rolls out of the way, hops to his feet and hits a legdrop of his own. El Pollo takes Bennett to a vertical base and delivers a German suplex. El Pollo follows up with a baseball slide to the head of Bennett, before heading to the top rope.
Daniel: this chicken is about to fly. He’s sitting on his perch on the top rope. Oh god, I’m getting as bad as you
As El Pollo positions himself on the top rope, Phill Bennett gets to his feet in the ring. Bennett looks over and sees El Pollo on the ropes. He rushes to the corner and mounts the second rope, grabbing El Pollo around the waist, but El Pollo shoves him back to the mat. El Pollo stands on the top rope and comes off with a frogsplash. He covers Bennett in the middle of the ring.
One
Two
Bennett gets the shoulder up.
Daniel: They should rename that move the chickensplash. I know, I know, but fuck it, I cant resist it any more. It’s just too easy.
Max: At least now you’re starting to see what a joke El Pollo is.
Daniel: Well, he seems to have the matching of Phill Bennett so far.
El Pollo is to his feet first and picks Bennett up. A Swinging neckbreaker sends Bennett hurtling to the mat. El Pollo looks to lock in a sharpshooter, but Bennett uses his leg strength to power out, sending El Pollo hurtling towards the ropes. Bennett makes his way to his knees as El Pollo rebounds off the ropes. Bennett finds himself back on th mat pretty quickly though as El Pollo doesn’t miss a beat and hits a facebuster. He runs to the ropes, and hits a lionsault. He tries once again for the pin
Daniel: They should call that move the chickensault.
Max: ok, now you’re just using the same line. Leave the chicken jokes to me.
Daniel: (sheepishly) sorry.
Bennett kicks out of the pin attempt at two and El Pollo gets up in the referee’s face, pointing his big yellow wing at him. Bennett gets up behind El Pollo, but the chicken man senses the danger and turns just in time to duck a clothesline that takes out the referee. Bennett hits another low blow and follows up with a tornado DDT. He manoeuvres for the cover, but remembers the ref is out. He moves to shake the ref back to life, and seems to be succeeding when El Pollo gets in position and locks in a chicken wing.
Daniel: El Pollo has the chicken wing locked in on Phill Bennett. Could he be about to upset the former God of Live Champion?
Max: You cant just keep renaming moves to put the word chicken in them. I told you to leave the chicken jokes to me.
Daniel: no, you idiot, the chicken wing is a real move.
With the referee back in action, El Pollo holds the move in tight, with Phill scrambling frantically for the ropes. Bennett reaches put and grabs the bottom rope, and El Pollo reluctantly releases the move. El Pollo waits for Bennett to get to his feet, hitting him with a European uppercut. As Bennett staggers backwards, El Pollo ducks his head nad places it between Bennett’s legs/ he lifts hims up for the “up at Dawn” (Alabama slam), but Bennett comes down the back of El Pollo and rolls him up for a pin.
One
Two
Three!!!!
Mina: The winner of this match, Phill Bennett.
Max: Somebody check the oven. This chicken is burnt!
Daniel: Phill Bennett steals one. I must admit, despite losing here tonight, El Pollo put on a respectable performance. In the end though, Phill Bennett had him scouted and wals out with the win.
Jason Bennett is seen storming through the backstage area. He gets to the makeshift office Carlos has made for the week and pushes the door open. Carlos stands up as Jason walks directly in and begins yelling.
[B]Jason: This is complete bullshit, you know it, I know it, and I want confirmation from you that that match is NOT going to happen!
Jason stands seething, and Carlos just smiles.
Carlos: Oh, it's going to happen Jason.
The crowd pops as Jason just turns around and kicks the door.
Carlos: As for you, you're going to be in a title match though as well. You see, when Parker and Maddox face each other one of them will remain champ, and one of them will lose his title, but that doesn't mean the winner will just be defending the belts on his own. No no. You see, the partner of the new tag team champ will be decided by a 20 man battle royal, a battle royal you'll be a part of!
Jason: What?! I earned my rematch!
Carlos: And consider this it.
Max: WHAT?! He can't do that!
Daniel: He just did Max!!!
Backstage The One, Scorch, JMC, and Dust are all seen walking backstage toward the ring. None of them are speaking to one another, but they're all four walking alongside each other.
Daniel: The main event is up NEXT!
Max: Well folks, it is time for our main event of the evening, and what a main event it is.
Daniel: Yeah, we have had the most anticipated match of recent Tuesday Night Turmoil broadcasts, when Jamie Parker and Michael Maddox won the tag titles from Jason Bennett and Sky Ryder, and its now time for what is possibly the biggest match in the history of Tuesday Night Turmoil!
Max: Yeah, eight, you heard me right; EIGHT of the biggest names in WPW today are squaring off in our huge main event.
Daniel: That’s right, we have the team of JMC, Scorch, Dust and The One going up against an almost equally impressive team of Mike Adams, Dan Murph, Andrew Xavier and Jeremiah Ranks! If it hasn’t sunk in yet folks, this match is guaranteed to be big!
Max: And lets not forget the members of the first team’s history with one another…
Daniel: How could we forget? JMC and Scorch, when they last teamed together, tried to tear each other apart limb from limb, all because of Cassius’ sister, Sophie. At the time, Dust, who is also in this match and teaming with Scorch and JMC, just watched as they got it on. So you throw those 3 into the mix and it’s a guaranteed recipe for chaos. And then, just for good measure, you have the One on that team as well!
Max: Lets not forget their opponents Daniel! We all know how Mike Adams and Dan Murph hate each other backstage, and I hope that spills out into this match. I also remember the last time Murph and Xavier teamed up. Leaving Beno pretty much for dead two weeks ago and just trying to remain rested on the outside. So you have Mike Adams and Dan Murph, who are pretty much destined not to get along, Xavier and did I mention Jerry Ranks? Its all gonna be very hectic!
Daniel: So, capping of an, as usual, brilliant Tuesday Night Turmoil, we have this immense match, where it literally doesn’t get any bigger than this. Its time to mention what could be the bad points about this match though Max. We have the Champion of WPW, James Moriarty Cassius, going against his Number One Contender, Dan Murph, JMC and Scorch’s bitter rivalry regarding Sophie, Adams getting beaten by the Dream recently is sure to affect his performance, The One has a history with Dust… I could go on, but I am sure the fans don’t want that.
Max: Finally you come to your senses. On with the match, I want to see how this one ends. I want to know, out of those eight men, which 4 have the right to call themselves the best of WPW!
Daniel: Well technically, only one man has the right to call himself the best of the WPW Roster, and that’s because he holds the championship every active member of the roster aspires to hold!
Max: Daniel, its obvious I can’t shut you up, so perhaps she can!
Daniel: What? I don’t know what you mean…
Daniel is cut off as Mina gets up out of her chair and grabs a mic. Mina then walks over to the ring steps. She climbs the steps and enters the ring between the bottom and middle ropes. Mina then walks into the middle of the ring and brings the mic to her lips in preparation of making her first introduction.
Mina: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is your main event. It is an eight-man tag team match that is scheduled for one fall. The rules state that only one man from each team can be in the ring at any time, the remaining three have to stay on the apron until they are tagged in.
Mina takes a breath before continuing.
Mina: And now, introducing first, hailing from Cork, Ireland and weighing in at 230lbs, this is DUST!
The lights dim to a low as the spoken intro to 'The Champ' by Ghost Face Killah goes out over the PA. After 29 seconds the music kicks in at full throttle and pyro erupts on the stage… But Dust doesn’t emerge. The music stops playing and Mina looks confused.
Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, the peoples king, DUST!
The lights dim to a low as the spoken intro to 'The Champ' by Ghost Face Killah goes out over the PA. After 29 seconds the music kicks in at full throttle and pyro erupts on the stage… But Dust still does not emerge. Mina looks confused as hell, extending her arms out to the side and mouthing what’s going on? . Seconds later, the screen wipes to a backstage shot where it becomes all to obvious what is going on. Dust is laid out on the floor, a broken table beneath him and chairs either side of him. His right arm is trapped in a closed chair as well. The people’s king is a broken and bloody mess, surrounded by paramedics, referees and security.
Daniel and Max: What the hell!
Daniel: It looks like Dust has been taken out!
Max: C’mon, he did it to himself!
Daniel: So… Dust put himself through the table, busted himself open and put his arm in the chair right?
Max: Maybe. But if he didn’t do it to himself, who else would’ve?
Daniel: That’s probably the stupidest question you have ever asked me Max. Who else would it have been other that the four men Dust and his team-mates are facing?!
Max: Oh yeah…
Seconds later, Carlos Gonzales walks into the shot and surveys the area.
Carlos: What the hell is going on here?
A paramedic looks up at Carlos with a solemn look on his face before addressing the owner of WPW.
Paramedic: Dust has been assaulted. We have no idea of the extent of his injuries, but due to the blood loss and the potentially broken arm, I am telling you this, Dust is not fit to compete tonight.
Carlos looks shocked before addressing the live audience and those watching at home.
Carlos: I know you folks all paid good money to be here tonight live, and I don’t plan on disappointing my loyal fans. So tonight, in that very ring, it will be James Moriarty Cassius, Scorch and The One vs. Mike Adams, Jeremiah Ranks, Dan Murph and Andrew Xavier, in a 4 on 3-handicap tag match.
The live audience boo as the paramedics load Dust onto a stretcher and into a waiting ambulance. The screen then cuts back to Mina Henderson standing in the ring, looking shocked. Mina clears her throat before bringing the mic to her lips.
Mina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a 4 on 3-handicap tag team match. Introducing first, from Tinley Park, Illinois, and weighing in at 240lbs, this is SCORCH!
"Blisters and Coffee" starts and Scorch comes from the back. He doesn’t look to happy about the new handicap stipulation, but he runs down one side of the ramp anyway, slapping hands of as many fans as possible. He continues to play up to the crowd a get them hyped up for the coming match and flips over the top rope to get in the ring. He then goes to the top turnbuckle to "strike a match." Scorch then drops from the turnbuckle and faces the entranceway, waiting for his allies.
Mina: And his partner, claiming to be from parts unknown and weighing in at 245lbs, he is THE ONE!
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The Lights go out and one single white light shines from the rafters. The light focuses on The One, who is now standing in the entrance. Suddenly, 'Better' hits the speakers and he begins his walk down the aisle towards the ring. He stares right at his partner Scorch and enters the ring, before he does The god like pose on the first turnbuckle he sees while still looking at Scorch. He then walks towards the turnbuckle on the opposite side and looks towards the sky. One then drops to the canvas, walks towards Scorch and stops next to him. Both the One and Scorch are awaiting the arrival of their partner, JMC. The anticipation in the audience rises as they know who is about to be announced.
Daniel: The audience is about ready to blow the roof off of this place Max!
Max: WHAT!? I cant hear you, the crowd roar is deafening!
Daniel: Exactly Max, Exactly.
Mina: And their partner, hailing from Bad Segeberg, Germany and weighing in at 195lbs, he is the WPW Champion, he is JAMES MORIARTY CASSIUS!
The crowd erupt as Mina mentions his name and seconds later ‘Don't forget the Rules’ begins to play. As the Violins finally kick in, out comes James Moriarty Cassius. He motions in front of the crowd and smirks his loveable smirk at them before moving down the ramp to the ring. As the music slows, he rolls into the ring and stands on both his knees, holding his hands and his belt up in the air. He stands again and grins to the audience before giving Scorch a menacing look.
Daniel: Woah… If looks could kill, eh Max?
Max: Yeah, Scorch would be dead and buried six-feet under.
Daniel: I believe that’s What I implied Max!
All three men then begin to chat amongst themselves, possibly strategising, but it is hard to make out, as the audience is still being very loud for JMC.
Mina: And introducing first, representing the team of Mike Adams, Jeremiah Ranks, Andrew Xavier and Dan Murph… He comes from New York City and weighs in at 245lbs, he is MIKE ADAMS!
A new beat starts pumping through the crowd and smoke emanates from the stage as Adams walks out onto the stage wearing jeans and an open hoodie covering his whole face. The base line kicks in and Adams screams and taunts for the fans as pyro shoots out from the stage and “Petrified (LA Mix)” fills the arena. Adams walks down to the ring slapping a few hands but keeping his head down while still focusing on the ring as the first verse pumps the crowd up. As the chorus kicks in Adams almost rolls into the ring, but stops short. He instead climbs up onto the crowd barrier and as the songs screams “Why is everbody so petrified?” Adams flips up the hoodie poses for the crowd, while standing on the guardrail. Pyro shoots out from the turnbuckles as Adams finishes posing for the fans, and the sudden explosives startle JMC, Scorch and the One. Adams then drops down from the guardrail and smiles menacingly at the 3 people in the ring as Mina continues to make her introductions.
Mina: And introducing his partner, also from New York City and weighing in at 265lbs, he is JEREMIAH RANKS!!
The lights dim then begin to flashes blue and yellow over and over again. ‘By Myself’ hits the speakers and the crowd goes wild. The Shocka walks out to the top of the stage with his hoody on and his head bowed down. Three big pyro’s blast down the ramp way and he lifts his head instantly as it ends. He then makes his way down to the ring feading of the crowd and giving fives. He stops short of the ring, just like Mike Adams did, and moves to the opposite side of the ring, smiling at Adams. Adams is now standing on the left quadrant of the ring, while Ranks is standing at the rear of the ring. Mina then makes her sixth announcement.
Mina: And their partner, from Boston MA, and weighing in at 340lbs, he is ANDREW XAVIER!
As the into to faint echoes through the air the crowd goes silent, than as the song continues the curtain opens and out steps Andrew Xavier. He holds his left wrist with his right hand then raises it above his head as blue pyro goes off in a circle all around him. As the song cuts into the main beat Andrew runs forward through a break in the fireworks and heads towards the ring. As he reaches the apron, he too stops short and instead of sliding into the ring like he normally would, he raises his arms to taunt like before. He then walks to the right quadrant of the ring and stares menacingly into the ring, which is now almost surrounded. Mina then makes her final announcement.
Mina: And introducing the final member of this team, he hails from Waterford, Ireland and weighs in at 344lbs. He is DAN… Mina hesitates slightly and the crowd finish her sentence for her.
SMURPH!!
‘Victim’ hits and Dan emerges from behind the curtain looking irate already.
Daniel: Wow, he looks pissed off, and the match hasn’t even officially started yet!
Max: What did you expect? He has already been called Smurph by our audience and… Oh no, here we go again!
Here we go again indeed as the crowd are constantly chanting Smurf as Dan makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. All it seems to be doing however, is making the Irishman even more irate than he already was, but that isn’t putting the crowd off. Dan then gets to the ringside area, and as he approaches the ring, Xavier moves round towards him. Seconds later, Dan slides into the ring… But doesn’t get to his feet, instead he is pulled out of the ring by Xavier, who has grabbed his foot. Andy then talks to Dan, saying; “We need to think tactically, we have the advantage!” Dan finally comes to his senses and slowly nods in agreement. Xavier then returns to his position at the right quadrant of the ring as Dan hovers around the front section. With Dan pacing to and fro, the Smurf chants finally begin to die down.
Daniel: Well, it looks like the crowd are silencing their chant
Max: Its about time too, I think its time they respected our next WPW champion!
Daniel: Who has yet to pick up a win against JMC with only a week or so to go before Everything Ends!
The four men on the outside of the ring advance towards the ring and each man attempts to slide into the ring before quickly sliding out and faking out their opponents. In the ring, Scorch, JMC and the One have formed a sort of triangle, back to back. They are keeping an eye on the four men on the outside. Then, very suddenly, Mike, Dan, Andrew and Jeremiah charge at the ring. Before they could reach the ring, JMC, One and Scorch break from their defence triangle and dash towards the ropes. Scorch intercepts Jeremiah, JMC intercepts Mike and One cuts off Xavier. Only Dan makes it into the ring, but he is quickly intercepted by all 3 of his opponents and they all lay into him with rights, lefts and kicks. Dan tries to cover up, but it is a futile endeavour. Scorch, JMC and One keep checking over their shoulders, keeping an eye on the three men on the outside of the ring.
Daniel: And Dan Murph being pummelled here by his opponents. And notice please Max, that none of his so-called partners are doing a damn thing about it!
Max: Which confuses the hell out of me Daniel, they have the number’s advantage, but they are not taking advantage of it!
Dan is still being mercilessly pummelled by all Scorch, JMC and The One, so he does the only thing he can and backs up into the corner, while still covering up. However, just before he reaches the corner, and the inevitable rope break that would follow, JMC breaks off the assault and distracts the ref! Dan gets to the corner, but the ref is unable to call for the rope break as he is distracted by JMC.
Max: What the hell is that?!
Daniel: Well, it looks like JMC is already taking a proactive interest in his upcoming casket match by letting his team mates do a number on Dan Murph! Who’s ‘PARTNERS’ by the way, are still standing on the outside!
After what had to have seemed like an eternity for Dan Murph, the ref finally turns around and notices Dan is in the corner. The ref quickly dashes over and admonishes the duo, but it goes ignored as Cassius enters the mix and JMC, Scorch and One are now pummelling Dan in the corner. Cassius has climbed to the second turnbuckle and is raining shots down on the unprotected head of Murph while Scorch and One are kicking and punching his midsection, giving the big Irishman too much to try and cover up. After repeatedly asking them to stop, the ref finally has enough and starts a five count, promising to DQ on five unless they cease their attack.
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2… Still no sign of the trio letting up as small cuts start opening across Dan’s forehead from the violent shots by Cassius
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4… Scorch and One stop attacking Dan’s midsection as JMC delivers one last blow to the jaw of Dan, busting his lip wide open. Blood instantly starts pouring from Dan’s wound as Cassius drops to the canvas. Scorch, JMC and One then grab Dan, One and Scorch grabbing an arm each and JMC gripping his head, and the trio run him to the opposite side of the ring and dump him out over the top rope! This gets a big pop from the crowd.
Daniel: Well, it looks like his partners have sent a message to Dan. What that is, I don’t know.
Max: Neither do I, but what a huge way to lose the advantage they had coming into the match. Why the hell did they stand around and WATCH as Dan got beat on?!
The referee assigned this contest then attempts to get some semblance of order as he ushers Scorch, One and JMC to one corner and beckons Mike, Jeremiah and Xavier into the ring. For his team, Scorch decides to go in first. However, he has to wait to see who his opponent is as Mike, Jerry and Xavier do Rock, Paper Scissors. Seconds later, after Jerry and Xavier deliberately wait for Mike to make his choice, Scorch’s opponent is clear. To officially start things off, it will be Mike Adams vs. Scorch. Adams and Scorch start strongly by charging each other, but Adams is first to act and jumps towards Scorch, nailing him with a flying forearm. Adams hits the nip up afterwards and measures Scorch, waiting for him to get to his feet. Adams backs up away from Scorch a few paces, still waiting for Scorch to get to his feet. As Scorch gets to his feet, Adams breaks into another run, only this time Mike catches Scorch with his head down and hits a running DDT. Mike goes for a quick cover, but doesn’t even get a one count as Scorch rolls his shoulder off the mat as quickly as he can. Scorch then quickly gets to his feet, albeit a little groggy from the running DDT. Scorch looks around, but Mike is nowhere to be seen… Seconds later, Scorch turns on his heels… And he comes face to face with Mike Adams, who quickly hits a spine buster, Faarooq style! Adams then taunts to the crowd and gets a moderate pop. Then, in the corner of the screen, Dan Murph is seen struggling up to his feet. He uses the ring apron to pull himself to his feet before gripping the bottom and middle ropes and hauling himself up onto the apron. Meanwhile, Adams has forced Scorch to his feet. Adams then kicks Scorch in the midsection, doubling him over. Adams then quickly places Scorch’s head between his legs and hoists him up onto his shoulders, in a sitting position. Adams quickly brings Scorch down with a hard power bomb and plays to the crowd once more.
Daniel: And Mike Adams is playing to the crowd a lot here!
Max: If you ask me…
Daniel: I didn’t…
Max: Well, I don’t care. But if you ask me, Mike needs to follow up on the offence he has thus far laid on Scorch. You don’t want to give a man like Scorch time to recover!
Daniel: That’s probably the most insightful thing I have heard you say!
Max: Shut up Daniel!
Adams then looks down at Scorch and smiles. Adams then reaches down and wraps his hand around the throat of Scorch. The referee notices and begins to admonish Adams for use of an illegal chokehold, but he ref is abruptly stopped as Adams forces Scorch to his feet. Adams then lifts Scorch in the air, in the choke slam formation, before moving as quickly as he could to the opposite turnbuckle. Adams then slams Scorch into the turnbuckle, hard. Adams then backs up away from Scorch, towards the opposite corner, while taunting. Adams stops in the corner and, ala Edge, Adams sets up for a spear! Seconds later, Adams charges towards Scorch, gaining a big time head of steam… But Scorch somehow leapfrogs Mike and Adams crashes head first into the second turnbuckle! Scorch takes a brief few moments to recover before quickly locking Adams in a waist lock and nailing a German Suplex! Scorch then rolls both himself and Adams back up to a vertical base. Scorch quickly breaks the waist lock and nips in front of Mike. Scorch then lands a big right hook before placing Adams arm over his head. Scorch then lifts Mike into the air, in the vertical Suplex formation. Scorch notices he is still close to the turnbuckle. Scorch gingerly steps forwards, with Mike still in the air for the Vertical Suplex. Scorch then shows great strength and removes one arm. Scorch is now keeping Adams up with one arm! Scorch then reaches out his free arm and grips the top rope. Scorch gently places one of his feet on the bottom turnbuckle, stops briefly, then takes his foot off the first turnbuckle and places it on the second turnbuckle. Scorch then steadies himself, but Mike starts kicking his legs, hoping to avoid the upcoming impact. While still gripping the top rope, Scorch is able to haul both himself and Adams up onto the second turnbuckle. Scorch is able to keep his balance on the second turnbuckle, even though he is on only one leg. Seconds later, Scorch falls backwards from the seconds turnbuckle, hitting a modified superplex!
Daniel: WOAH!! Did you see that? Scorch was able to keep his balance on the second turnbuckle, even though Adams was kicking his feet! He hit a modified superplex!
Max: Yes Daniel, I saw it too! Big whup!
Adams lands hard and instantly arches his back from the pain. Scorch is rolling around on the apron, with his right hand at his back. However, Scorch is first to his feet, and he now measures Adams, who is slowly getting to his feet while cradling his back. Adams turns around and is met with an arm drag from Scorch! Adams rolls through the impact and quickly gets to his feet, only to be met with a second arm drag! Adams takes longer to get to his feet this time, but when he does, he turns to face Scorch and is met with a quick kick to the gut and a hip toss! Scorch senses he is building momentum and taunts to the crowd. Scorch measures Mike once more and as Adams slowly gets to his feet, Scorch spins him around and leaps up onto his shoulders. Scorch then brings Mike down hard with a hurracanrana! Scorch gets to his feet and he I feeling it! He then turns his back on Mike, but keeps an eye on him. Scorch is positioning himself for something… Adams slowly gets to his feet… Mike turns to face Scorch, while at the same time lifting his right leg… Scorch spins on his heel while lifting his left leg… Seconds later… BAM! Adams connects with a big boot to Scorch’s face and Scorch connects with a roundhouse kick! Scorch and Mike drop to the canvas, both men not moving. The ref then dashes over, kneels down and quickly checks Adams and Scorch, then gets to his feet and starts a 10 count.
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3… JMC and One are trying to get behind Scorch as Jerry and Xavier are trying to get behind Mike, while Dan is standing at the apron, still trying to recover.
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7… It looks like the support coming from both teams is a good thing as Scorch and Mike show signs of life…
8… Scorch rolls onto his gut and Adams rolls onto his, then both men get to their knees and start crawling to their corners… Closer and closer… But Adams gets to his corner first and tags the outstretched hand of Andrew Xavier. Xavier enters the ring and tries to stop Scorch from tagging the outstretched hands of either One or JMC by grabbing his leg, but Scorch rolls through and slaps the hand of The One! Xavier backs up a few paces as One steps through the ropes and into the ring. Xavier then advances, looking as menacing as possible… Only to be met with a strong right hand to the jaw from the One. The right hand staggers Xavier backwards, and he is rocked by another shot to the jaw from the One. One repeatedly strikes Xavier, connecting again and again to his jaw. Each shot staggers Xavier, moving him further across the ring, eventually One stops landing hard right hands. By this time, Xavier is leaned up against the ropes. One then grabs Xavier’s hand and arm and whips him to the opposite side of the ring. Xavier gathers a head of steam before bouncing off the ropes and hurtling back towards the One. Seconds later, One catches Xavier and throws him overhead with a T-Bone Suplex! One quickly gets to his feet and drops to the ground, nailing a falling head butt to the prone body of Xavier. Xavier rolls around the canvas, holding his head briefly before One forces him to his feet. One smashes another right hand into the jaw of Xavier before grabbing Xavier’s head and flipping him over, nailing a snap mare takeover. Xavier sits up, but before he could get to a vertical base, One kicks him right in the back. There is an impressive slapping sound as One’s boot connects with Xavier’s back. Xavier’s arm shoots to his back in a futile attempt to try and sooth the pain, but One shows he is the quicker thinker by grabbing Xavier’s arm. One then drops to his knees so he and Xavier are level, and One locks Xavier in a modified Hammer Lock. Xavier screams in pain, but he works through the pain and manages to get up to his knees. Xavier then tries harder and is able to get up to a stable vertical base, but One is still holding him in the hammer lock. However, Xavier is able to throw his free arm backwards and nail One with a vicious elbow that catches him on the temple. One shows great tenacity however and keeps the hammer lock held on, but Xavier hits another vicious elbow. This gets the release he was looking for and as quick as a flash, Xavier turns on his heels and nails One with a vicious clothesline!
Daniel: Wow! What great action we have witnessed so far! One was controlling Andrew Xavier for most of their time in the ring, right up until that clothesline!
Max: And what a clothesline it was! It even brought Xavier to his knees!
That it did. Xavier is getting to his feet as One shows signs of movement as well. Xavier is first to his feet and manoeuvres behind One. One gets to his feet and quickly scans the area in front of him, but he fails to spot Xavier, who is behind him. One then turns on his heels and comes face to face with Xavier. Xavier quickly grabs One and throws him overhead with a big time belly to belly Suplex! Xavier then takes a few paces backwards and measures One. One slowly gets to his feet, but just as One gets to a vertical base, One is met with a quick spear! Xavier makes the cover and the ref drops down to make the count.
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2… One gets a shoulder up. Xavier looks irate as he gets to his feet while forcing One up to his feet with him. Xavier kicks One in the stomach, doubling him over. Xavier then hoists One up and onto his shoulders, setting up for a power bomb, but One shifts his weight and drops down behind Xavier. Xavier quickly turns around, but not before the One, who has already got a stable base and has leapt into the air. Xavier, as he turns around, is met with a super dropkick from the One! Xavier drops to the canvas and One dashes to the closest turnbuckle. One quickly ascends to the top, turns his back to Xavier and leaps backwards from the top nailing a big moonsault on Xavier! One makes the cover and the ref drops down to make the count.
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THR… NO! Xavier just gets a shoulder up! One then gets to his feet and looks over to his corner where both Scorch and JMC have their arms outstretched, ready for a tag. Meanwhile, Xavier is slowly crawling to his corner. One nips over to his corner, but doesn’t tag anyone. Instead, he points to Scorch, getting a moderate crowd reaction. One then points to JMC and the crowd erupt! On the opposite corner, Jeremiah Ranks has turned to face the crowd and appears to be trying to get them to quieten down. One then raises his hand and slaps hands with the WPW Champion, and the crowd go wild as the champ steps into the ring. The ref signals that a tag has been made and One exits the ring as Xavier reaches his corner. Xavier gets to his feet, but as he extends his arm to make a tag, both Dan Murph and Mike Adams drop from the apron, stunning Xavier. However, Ranks is still trying to silence the crowd… Until Xavier slaps Ranks HARD on the back. The ref signals for a second tag and Xavier exits the ring. Ranks looks confused as the ref signals to him a tag was made and tells Ranks to get in the ring. Ranks obliges and enters the ring… Then he realises who his opponent is! Staring at him from across the ring is JMC!
Daniel: Well, it doesn’t look as if Ranks expected to go one on one with the PCW Champion here tonight!
Max: Well, he doesn’t have a choice now does he!
Daniel: He doesn’t, no. So it is JMC vs. Jeremiah Ranks!
Ranks and JMC slowly walk towards the centre of the ring and lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Ranks then takes advantage of the what, 60+lbs he has on JMC and muscles him around the ring. Ranks starts to feel it… But JMC has other ideas. Ranks has muscled JMC to the ropes and JMC uses the bottom rope as a brace of sorts. JMC puts his left foot on the bottom rope, then his right foot and uses the ropes as a slingshot. JMC is then able to throw Ranks off balance, causing the collar and elbow tie up to be broken. JMC then leaps into the air and nails Ranks with a dropkick! Ranks staggers backwards and JMC dashes forwards. JMC then jumps into the air, but Ranks appears to catch JMC… Only for Ranks to be thrown backwards with a monkey flip! Ranks however, shows great agility and lands on his feet with his back to JMC. JMC thinks quickly and doesn’t give Ranks time to react as JMC leaps into the air, lands on Ranks shoulders and hits Ranks with a reverse hurracanrana! Ranks lands on his head but somehow rolls through and gets to his feet… But sadly for him, JMC is waiting and quickly sets up for a Russian leg sweep… Which connects! JMC is riled up! He reaches down and grabs a handful of Ranks hair, which the referee quickly admonishes him for. JMC then forces Ranks to his feet, punches him in the jaw and positions his hands on his shoulders. JMC then jumps onto Ranks shoulders and leans back, looking to hit a hurracanrana, but Ranks looks like he has it blocked when he reaches forwards and brings JMC back into position on his shoulders… However, JMC quickly rains rights and lefts to Ranks head and Ranks loses his grip and his footing and JMC takes him down with a hurracanrana! Ranks lands hard and JMC quickly gets to his feet and plays to the crowd!
Daniel: And JMC showing us why he is the WPW Champion here tonight! He has literally schooled Jeremiah Ranks here!
Max: Schooled? What the hell are you…
Daniel: Shut up Max, I am getting an update regarding Dust… Folks, it appears Dust has suffered a severe concussion, lost a lot of blood, required nearly a hundred stitches… Phew… And he doesn’t have a broken arm, as was originally feared, but his right arm is severely bruised, he has bruised ribs… Dust, our thoughts go out to you man!
Max: Yeah, in a case like this, even I’ll say get well Dust! Damn, he took a beating didn’t he?
Daniel: And I cannot wait to find out who, or whom did it, so they get whats coming to them!
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Daniel: Anyway, lets get back to the match!
JMC is playing to the crowd and measuring Ranks. JMC takes a few steps back and dashes towards Ranks, who has just got to his feet. JMC then leaps into the air, turns slightly and looks to his a cross body… But Ranks manages to catch JMC! Ranks then drops down to the canvas, driving JMC into the canvas. Ranks then gets to his feet, holding his head. Ranks then reaches down and grabs the hair of JMC and forces him up to his feet. Ranks quickly goes behind JMC and locks in a waist lock before nailing a big German Suplex! Ranks then gets to his feet and stumbles backwards into his corner. Ranks slumps against the turnbuckle… And Dan Murph tags himself into the match! This gets a huge BOOOOOO!!! from the crowd as Murph enters the ring and unceremoniously sends Ranks to the outside.
Daniel: What an opportunistic bastard! He knows JMC is down so he wants to get his licks in!
Max: Oh come on Daniel! His face is still stained in blood from the assault JMC laid on him earlier!
Dan clasps his hands together and cricks his neck. He then looks down at JMC and smiles. Dan then reaches down with both hands and wraps them around the champs neck. Dan then forces JMC to his feet by the throat. Dan then grips Cassius’ arm and pulls him into a clothesline! JMC slumps to the canvas, but Dan hasn’t released his arm. Dan pulls JMC up to his feet and nails a second clothesline! Dan then pulls JMC up to his feet once more and whips him to the ropes. JMC rebounds off the ropes and dashes towards Dan, only for Dan to sweep JMC off his feet and nail a big side walk slam! Dan quickly gets to his feet and forces the champion up to his feet. Dan bows his head and grabs JMC around the waist. Dan returns to a vertical base, but with JMC on his shoulders. JMC tries to kick his legs, but its to no avail as Dan brings him down hard with a spine buster! Dan looks down at the man that has essentially become his prey and reaches down. Dan then forces JMC to his feet and sets up for the vertical Suplex. However, JMC is able to land a few punches to Dan’s ribs and abdomen, but they do little more than stagger the monstrous Irishman backwards, close to JMC’s corner. Dan then hoists Cassius into the air for the Suplex… And falls backwards hitting Cassius with a vertical Suplex. JMC sits up and smiles, before getting to his feet. Dan looks down at JMC before flipping Scorch and One off. Dan then forces JMC to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulders, setting up for the Cyclone… This brings Scorch and One into the ring, and both men hit Dan with chop blocks, Scorch taking Dan’s left leg while One hits Dan’s right leg. Scorch and One then run to the opposite corner before the ref could admonish them, and Scorch and One knock Adams, Ranks and Xavier off the apron. Scorch and One look at each other and then glance outside. Adams, Ranks and Xavier are getting to their feet and One and Scorch then grab the top rope and plancha to the outside! One and Scorch take out Adams, Xavier and Ranks!! Meanwhile, Dan has dropped JMC from his shoulders and JMC has landed on his feet behind Dan… JMC thinks quickly and grabs Dan’s arms. Seconds later, JMC has nailed Dan with the Soliloquy! Dan has bounced off the canvas and is laid face up… JMC then looks down at Dan and up at the turnbuckle. JMC quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle… JMC looks down at Dan… And flies off with the Swanton Bomb! JMC lands hard across Dan’s chest and stays there for the pin attempt. The ref drops down to make the count…
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3… YES!
Daniel: JMC HAS DONE IT!
Max: Well…
Daniel: With a week to go before Everything Ends, JMC has pinned his challenger!
Mina: Here are the winners of this contest, THE ONE, SCORCH and the WPW CHAMPION JMC!
Don’t forget the rules hits as the ref helps JMC to his feet. Scorch and One return to the ring and all three men celebrate the victory!
Daniel: What a match! What a match! I really thought the team of Adams, Murph, Xavier and Ranks would have had it, what with the numbers advantage!
Max: Well, the four men got out performed by the three men!
On the outside, Adams, Ranks and Xavier are just getting to their feet. They hear the music and realise all is lost as they slide into the ring.
Daniel: What the hell is going on here? The match is over…
Max: Isn’t it obvious? They just want to congratulate their opponents!
Max couldn’t be more wrong as Adams, Ranks and Xavier walk up behind Scorch, One and JMC and attack them! This starts a six man brawl! JMC is exchanging rights and lefts with Mike Adams, One is squaring off against Ranks while Scorch is slugging it out with Xavier! Seconds later, Carlos appears at the top of the ramp and beckons for people to come out. Security and other officials then sprint to the ring, but the first few security and officials in the ring get laid out before enough security enter the ring and separate the six men. The live audience starts a chant;
LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Max: I agree with the crowd, LET THEM FIGHT!
Daniel: Look at the chaos in the ring! Carlos made the right call here!
The officials finally gain some control and Dan is helped out of the ring by the ref that called the match. With at least 2 dozen officials in the ring, there is finally peace, as the six men scream and shout at each other.
Daniel: Well folks, what a night we have had! And what a way to cap the main event! A huge six man brawl that has just been cut short!
Max: I still wanted to see them fight!
Daniel: … So… For Max Stockton, I am Daniel Justice saying thank you for watching Tuesday Night Turmoil and Good night!
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Daniel: Oh no…
Officials and referee’s have been knocked out of the way as Adams, Scorch, One, JMC, Xavier and Ranks get to one another once more and start brawling again! The show ends on the six men still fighting and knocking officials out of the way to get to each other!
Writing Credits
GFX: Umm, there aren't any
Segments
The Judge, Duff, Scroch, Mike Adams
Carson vs Tank
Duff
Stallion vs MVp
Legendaryken
The White House
Gunnar Brian
Blade LaVigne vs SiNN
HBK619
Phill Bennett vs El Pollo
Duff
Main Event
Neo