Post by @whirlwind_LLC on Apr 9, 2018 18:01:41 GMT -8
Open up to a wide shot of the Gimnasio, the crowd cheering wildly as the show opens up.
Thatcher: “Good evening everyone, welcome to Whirlwind Wrestling's second show, this is Force of Will! Tonight we jump straight into action because Leon Tyrell is set to take on MAX Danger in our opening contest!”
Pan to the entrance area, and Godsmack’s “Bulletproof” plays. Slowly, Leon emerges from the back to his updated music. He is without the usual swagger, looking more haggard like he looked earlier this evening. He stands at the top of the entrance for awhile, looking around with his sunken eyes.
Thatcher: “And what do you think here, looks like Leon may have had a long night last night.”
Mynx: “I think Leon hasn’t gotten much sleep at all since losing the Championship Scramble at BioRhythm. You know he had an impressive showing, winning the interim championship once and I think holding it for the longest time.”
Thatcher: “Even if that’s true it doesn’t matter – only the Champion at the end matters and that was Bryan Blaze.”
Leon makes his way down to the ring for his match with MAX. He rolls under the bottom rope and takes a microphone from somebody at ringside. “Bulletproof” subsides. It appears as though Leon will speak before his match with MAX Danger.”
Leon: “I got a match to win, and ass to beat, and things to do so I’m looking to keep this real simple. A few weeks ago I came up short. I couldn’t hold on to the Whirlwind Championship, and so I didn’t walk outta this building as *the* guy in this promotion. And you know all I’ve only heard anyone talk about two dudes. Bryan Blaze-”
The crowd cuts him off, which visibly annoys Leon.
Leon: “Yeah him, and some old guy, MMA reject called MAX Danger. You see it’s real simple, I gotta claw my way to a shot at Bryan Blaze now, and I’m not gonna let anyone get in my way. I’m the 60 Day Man, and that’s why I’m promising that starting tonight, I will be Whirlwind Champion within 60 days. So I’m putting Blaze on notice, I’m putting MAX on notice, I’m putting all the broads in the back on notice. Everybody, A-to-Z and young-to-old; this is my time. I’m gonna work harder than you, be better than you… because I want it more. So let’s get this ball rollin’; MAX bring your ass out here.”
Mynx: “Confidence from Leon Tyrell.”
Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy” sends the Gimnasio into an absolute frenzy for the MMA legend wanting one more run as they shower him with approval over his arrival! MAX Danger steps out of the entrance area with what can only be described as a confident, but happy grin on his face. A quick cut down to the ring shows Leon nodding his head approvingly. Happy to be part of a show, but confident in his ability all the same. He throws a pair of high shadow jabs at the air, clearly directed at Leon’s direction before he makes the straight walk down the aisle to ringside.
Thatcher: “You have to wonder if Leon drew the short straw here tonight to get paired up with the big guy here in his Whirlwind singles debut. I mean he’s confident, but just look at MAX!”
Mynx: “Sorry, I was too busy staring at Leon though. How many guys can pull off the ‘I haven’t slept in a week’ look thus well…. Er of course Leon Tyrell is going to be looking to make a splash with the MMA veteran here tonight. He sure doesn’t have it easy though, he’s giving up about a foot in height advantage here right now!”
MAX wasted no time in leaping to the apron with an incredible vertical leap, finally entering the ring over the top rope. He took to the center of the ring, dwarfing Leon in size alone before taking the mic from the Loudmouth Leon.”
MAX Danger: “Man, you talk way too much...and these people don’t even care. Just like, shut up and fight already. Or move outta the way for the people that will…”
Thatcher: “You have to love MAX’ take no bullsh*t approach to Leon and people like him.”
Leon reached up to grab the mic out of MAX’ hand. Big mistake...but MAX would lower the mic down to Leon’s level…
Leon Tyrell: “You got some nerve don’tcha big guy? How old are you anyway? Shouldn’t you retire and get a little house on a Mexican beach somewhere? Didn’t you get the memo? Wrestling sure doesn’t need more MMA rejects like yourself.”
Mynx: “Uh oh. MAX does not look amused…”
Leon Tyrell: “Oooooohhhhhh, what, you’re gonna hit me? How about we ring that bell and I’ll teach you a lesson ya sunofab-”
Without warning or hesitation, MAX rears back and straight DECKS Leon right square on the jaw! He crumples, falling chest down with his rear-end comically up in the air.
MAX bends over to pick up the mic, not really paying any attention to Leon’s crumpled up form on the mat in a heap.
MAX Danger: “Thank you, everyone. Now, as I was saying, you all paid for a fight here tonight, and that’s what I’m here to give you. And it ain’t with that one punch chump down there. Naaahhh. This one goes out to a certain someone hanging out back there, waiting for their time later tonight. A former kickboxer-turned-wrestler. You know who I mean…”
The Gimnasio roars in approval as MAX was clearly alluding to Sasha Foote!
Thatcher: “Now there’s a match I’d be interested in. MAX Danger vs Sasha Foote, the MMA legend vs the ex-kickboxer!”
Mynx: “A dream match for sure!”
MAX Danger: “So, Sasha, I know you’re back there waiting for your time. What I’m saying though, is your time...is right, NOW!”
Breaking Benjamin’s “Dance With the Devil” blares across the Gimnasio sending Monterrey on their FEET! Spotlights circle around the entrance area underneath the giant projection screen in anticipation of Sasha’s arrival.
Thatcher: “Here she comes, I’ve never known Sasha Foote to EVER pass up a challenge…”
Mynx: “These two are gonna go all-in and not hold back. I can’t wait!”
Then where was she? Alas, the cameras were perfect, the spotlight was dead on. “Dance With the Devil” started to reloop as MAX turned his attention to the entrance area...and that’s when it hit him.
...Literally. The crowd’s anticipation turned to animosity as MAX went down to one knee as Leon Tyrell stood over him, dropping a crowbar from his right hand and finally bringing the bottom of his boot to the side of MAX’ face, sending him down to the mat the hard way!
Thatcher: “OH, SH*T!”
Mynx: “Safe to say MAX isn’t gonna get an invite to Leon’s Easter dinner?”
Thatcher: “Where, and WHEN did Leon even get that crowbar?”
Leon took the time to specifically rip the mic away from MAX’ meathook of a fist, bringing it to his lips, breathing heavily, almost seething after MAX’ first KO punch...but instead Leon says nothing and drops the mic! He turns back to MAX and drops a pair of closed fist shots to his back, stomps, and finally an elbow drop, anything to keep the big guy down...but MAX powered up anyway! MAX’ smug grin faded away as his face faded to a much more “business expression” as he locked eyes with Leon Tyrell. Leon begs off, with MAX rushing him into the corner where he hit a stinger splash, crushing Leon between the turnbuckles and his own body! Leon came stumbling out of the corner as MAX cocked his fist back…
Thatcher: “Leon’s about to get a second dessert!”
Leon spins around, quickly ducking back just out of MAX’ range to grab the crowbar and avoid the punch. Leon takes a violent swing at MAX’s head, but the MMA expert bobs his head back safely out of range. Leon drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring as MAX attempts to renew the assault. Leon, quick to get out of dodge, circles the ring and makes his way to up the entrance, crowbar in hand not taking his eyes away from MAX.
Mynx: “Wait aren’t these two supposed to have a match?”
Leon escapes up to the back as “Seek and Destroy” gets played. MAX is telling Leon to bring it on, trying to goad his younger opponent back down to the ring.
Thatcher: “I’m not sure, but let’s go back a minute…”
A replay begins to show of the knock-out punch to Leon.
Thatcher: “It was after this beautiful shot to Leon we thought we were going to see MAX Danger take on Sasha Foote…”
Thatcher: “While MAX was waiting, Leon procured a weapon and attacked.”
We see a replay of the initial shot to MAX from Leon.
Mynx: “I still want to know if we’re getting this match.”
[Previously Recorded]
Thatcher: Welcome back everyone, I’m being told the cameras are backstage with Leon? Do we have a shot?”
The camera cuts to backstage, “Seek and Destroy” can still be heard playing from the arena. Leon breathes heavily and drops the crowbar.
Leon: “Get me some damn ice!”
He shouts it at nobody in particular. As he stands around waiting, field reporter Baldwin Knight comes up to him.
Baldwin Knight: “Leon! You got a minute?”
Leon Tyrell: “What?! What whadda you want?”
Baldwin Knight: “I just had a piece of news to pass down to you. Based on the events that just transpired, you do realize you still have to fight MAX later this evening, right?”
Leon: “WHAT? Get outta my face! ARRGGHH.”
Baldwin Knight: “That's straight from Toby's office. So, uhh, yeah...I'll leave you to it. Good luck tonight, buddy...”
Leon holds his jaw where MAX caught him as Baldwin walks out of the shot.
Leon: “Where’s that damn ice!”
Back out to the ring, MAX nods in approval at what we all just saw.
Thatcher: “Well there’s your answer, later tonight we will still see it. MAX Danger versus Leon Tyrell. And still to come later, Joe Jones takes on Sam Tolson in the main event, and also the first ever Whirlwind Champion. That’s right Bryan Blaze will be here to address the fans.”
Mynx: “And more importantly he’ll have to make his decision. Truth or Dare!!!”
Callaway started the match off with a side headlock to Nikoli, brief as it were before Nikoli pushed him off. Callaway took three steps and stopped short, prompting Nikoli to close the gap, when Callaway brought his foot back, “Calsi Kick” directing traffic that Nikoli wisely stumbles back, all-too-aware of the doom that superkick would have meant. Callaway smirks at the rookie, almost saying “that close…”
Thatcher: I love the subtle confidence from Callaway here?
Mynx: That was subtle? Maybe like a brick to the back…
Nikoli took a moment to re-gather his bearings while Callaway stood back before casually extending a sportsmanlike hand of good will toward him. Nikoli approaches the gesture and looks down at it, then up at Callaway, almost like he’s thinking about it, the implications of it. Callaway pulls it back and then re-extend his hand, urging him “come on, take it!” Nikoli looks at it again, not entirely sure what to do, and this time, the Gimnasio begins shouting advice at him…
That was from the higher pitch section of the arena.
That was from the lower pitch section.
Finally, Nikoli takes one more hard look at the gesture again...and takes the offer, his grip tightening around Callaway’s hand, you could see some visible signs of pain flash over his face UNTIL cALLAWAY BRINGS HIS KNEE UP INTO NIKOLI’S GUT! The young rookie doubles over from the ambush, prompting Callaway to grab him by the head, twisting him around and drilling him into the mat with “Everything Goes” (Reverse DDT)! Callaway floats over into a cover, hooking the near leg as he does;
1!
2 - kick out!
Mynx: That was the oldest trick in the book, and Nikoli took the bait like a dumb bass…
Thatcher: You can’t blame him for expecting pure cut competition though. I mean, all people have good in them. Least I like to think this world is mostly made up of good people.
Mynx: Callaway meant no harm I’m sure. He’s just teaching the kid a lesson without pulling any punches. He’s a good trainer because he’s not sugarcoating anything.
Nikoli sat up slowly, holding his head as he did so, which prompted Callaway to slither around behind him, taking Nikoli’s head into his arms as he attempts to lock on the “Calsmission” (Tazzmission), a feat that would prove more difficult than it appeared as Nikoli showed he had more signs of life! A wild punch directly back, and to the left knocked Callaway away from him enough to scramble to his feet. Callaway looked up just in time to see the hard right from Nikoli clock him right in the face, an impact that dazed him and sent him stumbling around. Nikoli took Callaway by the arm and thrust him into the ropes with an irish whip, Callaway rebounds and brings his velocity to a screeching halt...with a gigantic, claymore-sized boot. To the side of Nikoli’s face! Nikoli takes the full brunt which sends him back into the ropes, neck first before awkwardly dropping down to the mat! The Gimnasio looks on with a look of hushed concern over the rookie’s well-being!
Mynx: He took that boot like a champ…
Thatcher: Waitaminute I don’t see him moving. We may need some help out here!
“Help” was what they got, although it wasn’t the help we wanted to see as the Gimnasio turned from gasps at Nikoli to jeers at… At…………….
Mynx: Oh come on now, this doesn’t have anything to do with The Upper Class……
Callaway can’t check on Nikoli before Jacob, Veronica, and Bianca take their places on their own sides of the ring, surrounding Callaway with the sting of upper class success he’ll [allegedly] never experience. Callaway tries to project a calm demeanor even in the face of his three-on-one fate…
The bell rings to signify the end of the match, but come now we know it’s only just starting!
Thatcher: Well Callaway won his match, but he doesn't exactly look like a winner here...
Bianca steps into the ring first, which Callaway steps up to greet her, prompting Veronica to step in behind him with a punch to the back of the head! Bianca reaches up to slap the disoriented Callaway across his face, and that’s when Jacob enters the ring himself…
Mynx: Of course he’d slide into the ring after the girls wore Callaway down. Grrr!
Callaway begins to swing blindly, anything to fight back, but the combined numbers advantage proves too much and coupled with being involved in a match prior, The Upper Class wear him down...Jacob motions to Veronica and Bianca to grab Callaway by the arms…
Thatcher: Oh no it can’t be…
Mynx: Shades of the Biorhythm Scramble match?
Jacob stands directly in front of Callaway, stretching his arms out wide. He lets out a loud, guttural noise that sounded similar to “OOOOOHHHHHH AAAHHHHHHHH!!” before signaling for the Pretty Committee to lift Callaway up onto his shoulders when…
Kamelot’s “Karma” sends the Gimnasio into a frenzy for the arrival of Pendragon!
Thatcher: When you call for the cavalry, you couldn’t ask for a heavier hitter!
Mynx: How nice of him, he doesn’t even know Callaway and he’s willing to risk the numbers to save him? Maybe he just wants something in return…
Thatcher: Or, he just hates The Upper Class’ existence as much as we all do…
Pendragon slides into the ring, causing the disruption to the “powerbomb ceremony” of sorts for Callaway! The five break out into a massive brawl but a swarm of event security are swift to his the ring and get everyone apart before it’s too crazy!
Mynx: Well it’s a good thing Pendragon was there when he was. Callaway could have been a goner.
Thatcher: That’s not all, we gotta get Nikoli taken to the back and have him looked at. That landing and the way he hit those ropes, I’m really not so sure that was in the spirit of the sport, if you catch my drift.
Mynx: In the meantime, we’ve got Veronica Taylor and Pendragon already at ringside right now, no reason we can’t just let them go at it…
Once the event security gets things under control, Callaway is taken to the back, two-thirds of The Upper Class are forced out directly opposite the way Callaway is escorted out, a pair of medics come down to help Nikoli back out of the arena. And then there were two.
With everyone else having been cleared from ringside, the bell wasted no time being rung. Pendragon's body language suggested that of a “bide your time” approach, while Vero pleaded injustice over the rest of The Upper Class getting carted away...then she turned to Pendragon...
Thatcher: Veronica, if you wanted some justice...
Mynx: INjustice, Derrick! Sheesh. Can't believe Pendragon is gonna hit a poor defenseless little girl...
Thatcher: Oh God, The Upper Class got to you already, didn't they?
...only to get met by a high knee to the face! Pendragon drops to a quick cover, hooks the near leg;
1!
Vero kicks out!
The dragon wastes little time nor energy as he continues the assault, this time sliding into a seated reverse chinlock, brief as it may have been before Vero fought free of it. Not without consequence though as Dragon still clocked her in the back of her head with a left hand.
Mynx: Little bit of southpaw action from Pendragon there.
Thatcher: Maybe ambidextrous I think. I haven't even noticed a difference between his left and his right swing, yet.
Vero stumbled to her feet, Dragon following right after. Just as she spun around, Dragon grabbed her by the wrist, whipping her across the ring and into the opposite ropes. On the rebound, Pendragon ducks down while Vero stops short, she grabs him by the back of the mask, slamming his face down across her knee! Dragon pops back up, appearing almost unfazed by it?
Thatcher: What the hell?
Mynx: Turn around Veronica, now is not the time to celebrate...
Just as she spun around, she got blasted by a right hook to the face, to much of a standing ovation from the Gimnasio for Dragon's efforts!
Mynx: I wanna know how he withstood Veronica's facebuster...
Thatcher: Let's go take a look.
Thatcher: Heh. Pretty slick.
Dragon grabs Vero by the wrist once more, pulling her in with a short irish whip, just in time to drop her flat on her back with a snap spinebuster! Dragon floats over into a cover, this time hooking the far leg;
1!
2!
Kick out!
Not to be deterred, Dragon remains on top of Vero, in the form of a lateral press;
1!
2!
Kick out!
One more time Dragon reaches back, the near leg with his right arm and shoving his left forearm in Vero's face;
1!
2!
…
…
Vero rolls the shoulder up!
Thatcher: Pendragon with some veteran instincts on display there!
Mynx: Maybe he was just tired. I mean did you see how long he took a rest for?
Thatcher: ...When did you become a cheerleader for Veronica Taylor?
Vero rolled toward the ring ropes, stepping out through the bottom and middle rope, just as Dragon springs back to his feet. Quick to catch Vero to prevent the regroup, which he does! Dragon caught Vero by the hair, but took a elbow to the face for his troubles, promptly losing the hold. Vero then grabs Dragon in a three-quarter facelock, and drops him neck first across the top rope as she jumps down to the floor, guillotining the mysterious masked man off the top rope! Once down to the floor, Vero dusts her hands off for the job well done – much to the disapproval of the Gimnasio, naturally.
Mynx: Speaking of veteran instincts, Veronica doing a great job showing that she isn't a rookie by any means.
Thatcher: They call that cheating, you know that, right?
From the rope Dragon clutches at his throat while Vero turns and blows an [unwanted?] kiss to a heavier fan in the front row armed with a giant pretzel in one hand and a solo cup of beer in the other. You could see her mouth something along the lines of “whatever fatty basic” to him before turning back to the match, letting out a b*tchy laugh as she did so. She slid back into the ring, field goal kicking Dragon in the gut to put him back down before stepping on his throat and holding her foot there with a blatant choke. The referee warned her to release the illegal hold (LOL), but alas had no choice but to threaten her with disqualification on five.
1!
2!
3!
Vero blows a kiss at the referee, getting his attention. Late thirties, bit of that dunlap disease making it's way out of the stripped shirt. Vero ran her fingers along the man's chin, sweet talking him, maybe even promising a chance to win a bottle of her signature Veronica's Secret in a raffle after the show, which the referee seemed into...and that's when it hit him!
4!
5 – Vero finally steps off the choke!
Thatcher: Wow, she took complete advantage of that referee just to get a few more seconds of Pendragon trapped in the choke...
Mynx: She was just giving Pendragon a bird's-eye-view of what ti expect when you lie beneath the boot of the people that run this world, The Upper Class...
Thatcher: You sure you're not on the payroll for them?
The Gimnasio really let her have it for her evil antics!
To which Vero's only response was to tilt her head back and laugh them away.
Thatcher: What an awful personality. Who laughs about choking another human being?
Vero turns back to Dragon with his hands still clinging to his throat. She, rather slowly, theatrically, flamboyantly lifts her arm up, and then drops an elbow across his chest! She stays lying across Dragon, arm over him and her hand holding up the side of her head as she makes a mock yawn, ordering the referee to count this lackadaisical pinfall;
1!
2!
…
Dragon kicks out!
Mynx: “Fuggo Dragon” needs to learn you just can't fight back against The Upper Class. The sooner he accepts that, the sooner he can save himself some punishment...
Thatcher: Really? So you're just gonna go all-in on these Pretty Committee-isms. That's what we're doing now? Folks, what my colleague means by ...sigh...”Fuggo Dragon” of course is the noble Pendragon that you're all familiar with...
Vero gets back to her feet, taking Dragon by the hand to bring him up with her, whipping him into the ropes, but dragon leaps to the second rope, Vero moves in closer, and Dragon turns the tides, catching her with a springboard disaster kick on the rebound! Vero's head snaps back as she crashes to the mat, inciting a loud roar of approval for the Dragon! From the mat he kips up to his feet while Vero is ever-so-slow to even try and react.
He spins around, taking Vero by a handful of her hair, then sliding into a front facelock. With a heave, he lifts her up in a vertical suplex
He holds her there for a moment...
Still holding...
And then drops her on her back!
Thatcher: BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!
With a pivot of the hips, Dragon maintains the front facelock and kips right back up, taking Vero with him in a second consecutive suplex, again still holding her.
Still holding...
And drops her on her back! Then with another pivot of the hips, he kips up with her again, once more with the front facelock, he lifts her up.
Still holding...
Still holding...
Then he drops her on the mat for the third time!
Mynx: Poor Veronica. She just took Three Visits, to Paintown...population her.
Just as Pendragon floats into a cover with a deep hook of both legs, the Gimnasio is overwhelmed by jeers and boos of....
Of...
Of...
The re-arrival of Bianca Davis and Jacob Hotstuff!
Thatcher: Oh for crying out loud!
Bianca and Jacob circle around the ring on either side of Dragon, prompting his attention away from the match...when Cold's “Remedy” begins to play followed by the arrival of Stephen Callaway to even the odds!
Mynx: Didn't this guy get enough earlier?
Callaway shot down the aisle as Dragon turned to Jacob's side of the ring, even grabbing him by the fur coat and attempting to pull him inside! Vero slowly gets up, slapping the back of Dragon's head getting his attention off of the B-Lister, at this point the referee finally gives up and calls for the bell because this was clearly getting far out of control. Callaway makes his way into the ring as Dragon gets hands around Vero's neck as he begins to put her down, when Jacob flies into the ring and chop blocks Dragon from behind the knee! Dragon flips turns inside out, landing on his back as Callaway lines up his foot to drill Bianca with the “Calsi Kick” (Superkick), clipping Bianca, albeit only partially before she got out of dodge!
Thatcher: Stephen Callaway with some incredible reach on that superkick, wow!
Mynx: Pendragon can take solace in “winning” this fight, but I don’t think he’ll be having a victory celebration here tonight...
Vero rushes over to help Bianca up while Jacob chop blocks Callaway to the mat just like Dragon. Callaway being a little fresher though slowly starts to push himself up onto his hands and knees when Jacob whistles to Vero who turns her attention to him, she runs to him, jumps up and places one foot on his head, driving him back to the mat with the “Beauty Improvement Pass” (Curb Stomp)!!
Mynx: And stay down! Where's your angle now, Stephen?
Dragon was just getting up, prompting The Upper Class to turn their attention to him. Jacob was first to trade punches with Dragon, with Bianca coming up from behind with a spinning wheel kick of her own, the impact sending him crashing, stumbling forward at Vero's feet. “how fitting”, she must have thought. She kicked at his face before ordering Jacob to grab a chair from out of the ring.
Thatcher: What is this proving, really?
Jacob handed the chair to Bianca who drove the edge of it into Dragon's neck, then passed it to Vero who brought the broadside of it down onto Dragon's spine! Vero then handed the chair back to Jacob who shook his head and instructed “nah, put it down” as he motions for Vero and Bianca to take Dragon by either side...
Mynx: Haha, yes, here we go!
Thatcher: No, no way, come on guys you've made your points...
Jacob out-stretches both his arms wide, then from down deep he lets out a real guttural noise that sounded similar to “OOOOHHHHHHH AAAHHHHHHHHH” as Vero and Bianca placed Dragon on jacob's shoulders in a seated position, then together, they all three bring Dragon down on top of the chair with a triple powerbomb!!!
Thatcher: Not this way...
Mynx: This. This is what happens when the common folk attempt to stand against The Upper Class. Foolish, to the very end...
The trio of Hollywood mixed with beauty stood together over Pendragon, with their fists extended to meet each other's. Callaway left face first in a heap on the mat...all the while the entirety of the Gimnasio booing the roof off in response. The message was clear as crystal.
Thatcher: The Upper Class needs a check. We can't let these dogs, hounds even, get away with causing wanton chaos and destruction...
Mynx: A pack of hounds maybe so, but not the hounds associated with justice at all...
A stream of paparazzi cam from the back to surround the ring, dozens upon dozens upon dozens of flash cameras going off for the photo opportunity of a Hollywood lifetime while the boos draw to a nearly deafening pitch! The Upper Class, however, is all smiles for their official red carpet welcoming to wrestling...
Thatcher: They are literally proud of making an example of two people with a numbers advantage on their side and a steel chair to further sway the advantage. That makes me sick!
Mynx: You have to pick your spots in this business. Only respect to The Upper Class for calling their's.
Thatcher: Someone will come along with that same killer instinct though. And when they do? When they knock The Upper Class from their perch? Well, we're gonna have a celebration! But for now...
One last lengthy cut to the trio composed of a mix of Hollywood fame and Rodeo Drive fashion, flashbulbs still going off from the paparazzi at ringside.
Thatcher: I just hope that for Whirlwind's sake...we find that someone sooner, rather than later.
[Previously Recorded]
At the Gimnasio Nuevo León arena. Standing in line at the box office is Nanook and as he fumbles with his phone, Bester is, you guessed it! Signing autographs! Whirlwind Wrestling’s most popular non roster star of all time!
Meanwhile, Nanook is having a rough time buying tickets.
Nanook: “Damn it! Why is the internet not working? You know this wouldn’t happen in America! Stupid Mexico! Come on! Don’t they believe in 4G around here!”
The line is moving right along though, moving rather quickly and as soon as someone gets a ticket, they spot Bester. They get a pic with Bester, Bester signs their ticket, rinse and repeat. Bester is just loving it though.
Finally as Nanook finally gets the site to load up on his phone, he is standing right in front of the ticket window!
Nanook: “Ah! Good. Si! Yes. 2 tickets please…..what the?”
The lady at the ticket window smiles. “Sorry. All sold out.”
Nanook: “What? You just opened up like 10 minutes ago!”
Window Lady: “Yes. We sold out. You should join the WW Inner Circle Fan Club. You then buy presale.”
Nanook: “What? Noone told me of this! When did this Inner Circle whatever start?”
Window Lady: “Yesterday. We sold out today! So sorry!”
Nanook: “No! Come on! Please check? I need 2 tickets!”
Window Lady: “I check. Sold out. Bye!”
And with that, she closes the window and pulls down the Sold Out blind. Nanook can’t believe it. Ten minutes. Force of Will sold out in ten minutes and for the second straight show, he can’t get inside and get Bester signed with Whirlwind Wrestling.
The cameras cut backstage to Pendragon who's walking out under his own power out of the trainer's room. He has a noticeable but slight limp in his step, still sore from the triple powerbomb at the hands of The Upper Class. His mask was secure on his head and the upper half of his body suit was down at his waist much like a certain Olympic Hero was prone to do with his singlet, presumably as a part of the medical examination. Baldwin Knight, Whirlwind's field reporter was waiting nearby as he was expecting to get an update from the on-site doctor only to run into the masked man himself.
“Pendragon, I'm a little surprised you're walking around after what happened earlier in the night. Sadly Nikoli doesn't appear to have been so fortunate. “
“To stay down is exactly what The So-Called Upper Class would want. My only regret tonight is that I wasn't out there sooner to aid him and Callaway at the start of the show. The only thing Nikoli and Callaway were guilty of was doing their jobs; to entertain and give these fine people their hard earned money's worth. I can certainly understand why I would be a target for Jacob, Veronica, and Bianca but those two had nothing to do with this Great Class War that appears to be brewing between them and I.”
“Great Class War? Listen I understand that they're not the most likable people in the world but Whirlwind considers themselves to be a politically neutral platform.”
“Yeah. I may not be a Che Guevara styled Revolutionary but everywhere I log into Twitter or watch one of their promotional shoots all I here is Upper Class this, Upper Class that. They believe they belong to the elite, the top 1% of society; everyone else is beneath them. We're peasants to them Mr. Knight. If you're not with them and their Hollywood Entourage you're not on their perceived level. It has nothing to do with politics but the very fabric of history repeating itself as it has since the dawn of civilization.
Mr. Knight, if you would be so kind.” Pendragon outstretches his hand towards the microphone. “I would like to address the fans in a more personal manner.”
“Alright, I don't see any harm in that.”
Baldwin Knight passes the microphone much like a baton as it fell into the firm grasp of The Man in the Mask. Pendragon slowly slides the box-like casing off near the top to the bottom and placing it in the capable hands of Whirlwind's field reporter as he grasped the microphone where the company's logo once was.
“Much better. You see throughout history there have always been people at the very top; emperors, kings, merchants, politicians, entrepreneurs, socialites; the rich, famous and the presumably successful. Now like in every society, in every nation and according to every creed there are good and bad and much like life itself these attributes are distributed widely and unequally. When you have benevolence at the top society flourishes, advancements are made and everyone's quality of life improves beyond what was expected of in prior generations. However there are always those that want more than their fair share, more than what they've earned and they seek the fruits of the labor of others with avarice and envy in their hearts. Sometimes they're born into the system and corrupt it from within; other times they believe that others have, in their minds, unfairly taken a position that they don't deserve; a position that all are undeserving of except for themselves. They seek to exert influence be it through wealth, peer pressure and often times through force to impose their will and views upon everyone else. And if these bad actors are allowed to plant their roots and weave their tentacles into the heart of a nation, society or workplace... a tyranny will be born. Brother will be pitted against brother, sister against sister, friends will pick sides – at this point you either accept the new regime as the new establishment and try to fit in to lessen or avoid punishment... or you seek to restore the natural order.”
He paced methodically back and forth with his eyes trained on the camera much like a military general or a tactician would. There was a certain restlessness in his step despite the calm reflected in his words as he knew he came very close to seeing his new way of life vanish earlier in the night. To want to get retribution but to be denied an immediate resolution could even grip the most patient and methodical in throes of frustration when the emotion was still fresh.
“Now despite what Jacob and his goons want everyone to believe The So-Called Upper Class are certainly not the establishment; not yet. Right now they hold no effective power here in Whirlwind and as long as the championship remains in virtuous hands that'll remain the case. But their end game is clear; eliminate any an all opposition along the way through intimidation and guerrilla tactics and eventually secure the Whirlwind Championship. There's an undeniable power that resonates when one holds the crown of a company and if a bad actor were to take it through nefarious means... everything as we know it would be thrown into jeopardy. I'm not going to allow that to happen.
No disrespect to the champion, I know he's capable of watching his own back but every single one of us is at risk so long as what happened tonight is allowed to continue. That much is crystal clear and they removed all doubt by firing the first shot. Tonight the career of a young and very talented man may have been forever altered and changed because a pack of piranhas wanted to make 'an example' out of him and if Stephen Callaway didn't come to my aid and I to his the very same could've happened to us as well. They're not going going to stop with us, they're not going to stop until they bring Whirlwind to its very knees and I will not allow this to happen. Whirlwind is my home and even though we all come from different walks of life I believe in my heart that we all have a duty to protect this house.”
Pendragon points to the company logo as he speaks. While the mask may obscure his face the impact of his words carry loud and clear to the people watching at home and to those listening. There was a battle going on for the heart of Whirlwind and it was one that couldn't afford to be lost.
“So consider this a call to arms. If you fight with honor know that I stand with you. If you stand against the elitism and incessant narcissism that seeks to poison the well; I stand with you. If you came to Mexico seeking to start over and find a better life, to seek a second chance to entertain some of the best fans in the entire world; I stand with you. As long as you stand with integrity in the face of adversity, as long as you get up every single time the 1% tries to push you under; I stand with you. Whatever your reasons, so long as they're noble and just; I will stand with you to make sure that what we all have here, what we're all creating here together will still be around long after we're all gone. To open doors for those that come after, to honor and respect those that came before us; that is the heart of lucha libre, that is the heart of wrestling.
And you will never... ever... take our tradition away. The 99% are always greater than the 1%; we will unite. We. Will. Thrive.”
Backstage we join Leon sitting in the locker room. He’s finally got an ice pack on his face where MAX caught. His mood looks foul, and he isn’t happy. Embarrassed no doubt, and silently seething. He looks up and notices the camera over him.
Leon: “Get outta my face. No, wait. Nah come here, come closer.”
The camera goes down and gets closer to Leon’s face. He removes the ice pack and points to where it was.
Leon: “I’m gonna swell up something fierce MAX. Up here, look up here look at me. MAX, I’m gonna teach you a thing or two, you get that? Later tonight you and I are gonna tango. It won’t last long, because I’m gonna knock your ass out in an MMA round. I don’t need more than three minutes. I’m gonna knock you the [bleep] out and stop your wrestling dreams dead in their tracks.
Leon shoos the camera away and puts the ice back up to his face.
Leon: “Hit the bricks.”
With Leon Tyrell and MAX Danger in the ring, Derrick Thatcher stepped up from the broadcast booth with a mic.
Thatcher: Earlier tonight, Leon Tyrell made a bold declaration. He claimed “I only need three minutes to beat MAX Danger!” Now, our boss in his infinite wisdom upon hearing that, was instantly entertained. He sent us a message saying simply “Prove it”.
Derrick turns his attention to MAX and Leon in the ring, Leon looking a little bit uneasy while MAX looked ever cool, calm, collected…
Thatcher: This match, will now be contested under a three minute time limit! Now, Leon, let’s see what you really bring to the table. Ring the bell!
A three minute timer appeared up on the projection screen.
Derrick took his seat alongside Nikki just as the bell rang. MAX tilted his neck in surprise, welcomed surprise, before putting up his hands in a guarded fighting stance. It was now Leon’s match to figure a way out of…
MAX throws a straight right direct to Leon’s face, to which Leon back bumps out of the way, rolling directly back as he does. That was what he DIDN’T want to feel again. He stared up at MAX incredulously, MAX returning a stoic stare of only the blankest expression. MAX was all business here, as you’d expect from a man that was hit with a crowbar earlier in the night. He shot a glance over his shoulder to see the time on 2:48. He needed to act fast but he also needed to stay the heck out of MAX’ reach, if that was even possible.
He stood back up, this time MAX motioned to him to bring it, which Leon did, MAX threw a straight jab right at Leon’s face, but this time Leon ducked, then slid around behind the MMA veteran! He started to lock his hands around MAX’ waist, but MAX was quick to shoot a STIFF elbow to the side of Leon’s face, breaking the waistlock Out of frustration more than anything, Leon stomped at the back of MAX’ calf, naturally causing the big man to lurch forward while Leon took him the rest of the way to the mat with a dropkick to the same calf! Leon rubbed his face a moment, the elbow all-too-reminiscent of the KO punch earlier in the night.
Mynx: Poor Leon. I hope his face isn’t gonna be permanently disfigured by this…
Seeing the time down to 1:58 told him he lost far too much time! With the big man down, he grabs MAX by the tree trunk like leg of his, and pulls back in an attempted half crab, but MAX kicks him right out of the hold! Whether that was by pure strength mismatch or just the sheer girth of the limb was up to the fan watching to decide, but the velocity of the kick sent Leon into the ropes! MAX turned over and got back up to a crouched position as Leon rebounded from the ropes, MAX telegraphed the spinebuster attempt which Leon capitalized on with a brief hop over his arms, stepping up to tag MAX along the side of his ear wit a crisp step-up enziguri! MAX let out a groan as he rolled back over, with Leon maintaining a makeshift lateral press;
1!
2!
Kick out!
Leon sat up in mild disbelief as he stared up at the clock again; 1:01, we were just at the final minute to go of the challenge! MAX begins to crawl away while Leon quickly jumps up, then stomps on his foot! He took his foot in his hand, then twisted the ankle, finally laying down into “The Rose Vine” (long-duration ankle lock with grapevine), causing a look of anguish to shoot off MAX’ face as he cries out in a pain he hasn’t felt in a long time! The Gimnasio fell as silent as Thatcher and Mynx as Leon clutched and pulled and pleaded with MAX to just give up! MAX reached out to the ropes, but even with his long reach he just wasn’t there!
“TAAAAPPPPP!!” shouted Leon as MAX hovered one hand over the mat and the other on holding his shiny bald head! He couldn’t let himself tap out in his singles debut right? To a guy like Leon of all people? Leon pulls on the lock, prompting another yelp by MAX as he reaches his hand out…
Reaches out…
Reaches out…
And to the ropes with a mere 0:24 left on the clock!
1!
2!
3!,
4!
Leon finally breaks the hold as we dip below twenty seconds!
Mynx: C’mon Leon, you can do this!
Thatcher: I’m on the edge of my seat for this!
Leon sits up, then rolls backwards to his feet as MAX begins to hobble, clearly favoring the leg - the same leg that’s been kicked, stomped, stretched you name it in this fight. Leon takes a step back, pulling his elbow pad down as he stretches his arm back. We all knew what was coming. Most of us anyway. MAX hobbled up to his feet, gingerly stepping, as he slowly began to turn around…
Leon pounced forward, bringing his elbow up!
*POW!!*
Just as Leon would bring his trademark roaring elbow to bear, MAX struck out, a last ditch “Let’s Get Dangerous” (Knockout Punch) would find it’s mark on Leon’s jaw, for the second time of the evening! Leon stumbled back, promptly falling flat on his back, just as MAX’ leg buckled under his weight, precariously falling over Leon in a pinning predicament!
1!
2!
BUZZ!!
The referee pulls the two of them apart before making his way to the announcers to make his decision. Nikki Mynx this time stood up with her own microphone to make the announcement.
Nikki Mynx: Ladies and gentlemen, since neither big MAX or dreamy Leon were able to secure the win in the allotted time, this match, is a draw!
The camera remains trained on the two who clearly did not look like they were in a draw, they both looked like they were in a fight, An old school, knock down, drag them out fight. Which, I suppose, was accurate. Nobody ever truly wins in a straight up fight. Nikki then took her seat alongside Derrick.
Thatcher: Well, we didn’t get a clear winner here tonight. But what a spectacle we saw.
Mynx: Poor Leon...if only he would have had one more second --
Thatcher: ...He would have gotten pinned by MAX?
Mynx: You’re always doubting the boy wonder, Derrick. Did he tell you you’re not hot?
Thatcher: *ahem* Well at any rate. I for one hope this isn’t the last time we see these two fight it out. That was a fantastic...styles clash.
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Backstage, we have several panels reading “Baumer Report” set up on all sides of a press box. Field reporter Baldwin Knight is seated at a desk in the center with an ear piece placed in his ear. He’s shuffling papers around on the des before getting the countdown from the director. Four, three, two…
Baldwin looks up, locking eyes directly with the camera, rather awkwardly it seemed, which could be chalked up to his inexperience being behind a live camera.
Baldwin Knight: Good evening, I’m Baldwin Knight on behalf of Baumer Report and in association with Knight Enterprises Ltd, with a breaking story coming out of this evening.
“Earlier tonight we witnessed an explosion of philosophies as Veronica Taylor, Jacob Hotstuff, and Bianca Davis, collectively known as The Upper Class, continued their disdain for everyone whom is different from them, which while that isn’t news in and of itself, we can also report that tensions from Stephen Callaway Nikoli Kuznetsov, and as of tonight apparently, Pendragon too, have raised animosity levels towards The Upper Class. Again, that doesn’t sound like news so much as “stating the obvious”, so let me get down to business. Minutes ago, Toby Knight, creative director of Whirlwind LLC issued a statement.
“Hey, if The Upper Class wants a fight, then they can get just that. Next month, at the our aptly named show Threads of Disloyalty, for the first time ever all three members of The Upper Class will be in action alongside each other as they take on Stephen Callaway and Pendragon in a two-on-three handicap match. Nikoli Kuznetsov’s status for this is under evaluation following preliminary reports of a trauma to the neck area in his match with Callaway earlier tonight. It’s likely it is just a stinger, but Whirlwind officials take personnel injuries very seriously and as such would like to evaluate him further before clearing him for a return to action.”
Baldwin knight: Next month, Stephen Callaway and Pendragon team up for the first time ever, to fight all three members of The Upper Class. How on Earth will they learn to work together to take on the seemingly well-oiled machine that is Jacob, Veronica, and Bianca? This has been Baldwin Knight in association with Baumer Report and Knight Enterprises Ltd, back to you Derrick and Nikki!
Thatcher: This is it, the pot of gold at the end of the month long rainbow, Sam Tolson finally gets her hands on Joe Jones!
Mynx: We knew this one wouldn't be cordial, the least of which based on the actions during the Biorhythm Scramble Match, but we've watched just heat and more heat get added to the fire over the past few weeks from both sides.
Thatcher: The misogynist Joe Jones looks to enforce his stone age views onto Sam and put her in her place, while Sam, not -so-unlike Joe, wants to just fight for her career her way.
Mynx: That's about where the similarities remain between these two though. Let's get to the ring!
The bell had barely rang before Sam launched herself right at Joe, taking him to the mat with a stiff lariat! Joe bounced down to the mat then rolled backwards directly away from Sam and back to his feet. Sam cocked her head to the side, almost daring Joe to make a move. And he did – albeit that “move” was a short pace a couple steps forward and back, not taking his eyes off of her the whole time. Sam rolled her eyes at the stalling and took the fight into her own hands, at her pace, stepping up to him and slipping behind him, her hands wrapped around him in a rear waistlock, crowd popping at the inevitable suplex they were expecting from the suplex machine!
...But so was Joe. He hooked his leg around the back of her shin, sweeping his leg to send her down to the mat. Sam looks up at Joe as he dusts his hands off, neither's eye blinking once.
She wasn't really “hurt” persay, just her pride that Joe Jones would score the first knockdown against her. She jumped back up to her feet, once more rushing Joe, this time Joe stepped back into the ropes, ordering the referee to do his job and back Sam up. As he does that, Joe quickly leaps into the fray, behind Sam, locking his hands around her waist. He starts to lift her off her feet – but Sam blocks that with a hard back elbow that dazes the fourteen year veteran, then she spins around and takes him into her arms and with one pivot step, slings him to the mat with a snap belly-to-belly suplex! Sam drops down to make the insta-cover off of him, hooking the near leg as she does;
1!
2 – Joe kicks out!
A frustrated Joe stomps his feet on the mat as he creates distance between the two of them, all the while Sam has a brief chuckle at his plight.
Thatcher: Joe tried to take Sam to the mat with her own game, and he paid the price for it...
Mynx: Why would you try to suplex a self-proclaimed suplex machine? Irony?
That's when Joe got another idea. He crawled back towards the center of the ring, but stayed there on all fours. Sam looked down at him, puzzled, while he slapped the mat, shouting “come on, if you're really so good...”
Mynx: Is he challenging her to...Olympic wrestling?
Thatcher: He's insane.
“You're crazy” Sam spouted off, but obliged him anyway. She approached his position, slowly wrapping one arm around his mid-section, then the other, when Joe started to strike quickly trying to power out and go behind Sam in the vulnerable crouching position, but Sam put a stop to that nonsense with a clubbing strike to the back and followed it up with a swift transition to a heelhook, wrenching and pulling on Joe's aged ligaments. Briefly, before letting HIM go.
Thatcher: That was clear as day. A message to Joe Jones that Sam Tolson is not one to be trifled with.
Mynx: Beat him at his own game...
Joe was livid by this point. Not only was he getting worked over by “a girl”, but she was making him look foolish for even trying. He stood up, kicking the bottom rope out of frustration while Sam got the idea to drop down to all fours herself. She slapped the mat, barking at him “Come on...you can have the first shot.” Joe looked at her incredulously. She slapped the mat again, she wasn't going anywhere. She was confident.
Mynx: Now now Sam, it's not nice to play with your food before you eat it...
Joe looked down at her again. He thought for a moment, then almost as quickly as it started, he seemed to know how to beat this chess puzzle. Slowly, he approached Sam, he started to put one arm around her mid-section, then backed off. Sam again, maybe a bit frustrated with him, slapped the mat louder. “Come on dude...I got all night...” This infuriated Joe, he rushed up to her, again putting an arm around her...and backing off.
The Gimnasio egging it on didn't do well to cheer him up, but it made Sam chuckle a bit more. Joe took a deep breath, determined to not let it bother him...breathe in, breathe out. Breath in, breathe out. He backed up, then came in hot toward Sam, lifting his foot to connect with a punt kick to her abdomen, knocking her right out of the Olympic stance!
Thatcher: Wow! I can't believe him...
Mynx: All that build up just for him to take the cheap shot!
With Sam clutching at her ribs from the punt, Joe grabbed her from behind, cinching his hands around her waist and picking her up, hurling her to the mat with a crisp belly-to-back suplex. With a bridge, of course, the aim to pin her off one of her famous throws;
1!
2!
Sam kicks out!
Mynx: That looked like a hard kick out...
Thatcher: You think? She just had the wind kicked out of her by the most bitter, shallow man I've watched compete. And considering we have The Upper Class on the roster, that's saying a lot!
Joe was the first one to his feet, albeit not for long before coming back down on her abdomen with a double fisted sledge, again causing her to wheeze from the impactful strike. He then flips her over onto her chest, and with one hand steadying her, he takes his other free hand and lights up her lower back with overhand strike after overhand strike until a mild shade of purple started to surface. Pleased with his handiwork, he stood up with a smug grin. “She'll remember that,” he must have thought to himself, before grabbing her by the hair rather unceremoniously, and taking her into a position for what looked to be a reverse DDT...
Thatcher: We saw this at Biorhythm! “Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am” could put Sam right out!
Joe takes her into the full “Cross Rhodes”motion , flips her over, when just before he can drop her she reaches her hands around his waist, then arches him back in a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex! Off the bridge, the referee makes the count;
1!
2!
…
Joe kicks out!
Mynx: Talk about a last minute save! Clutch!
Thatcher: She truly does know where she is in the ring at all times...
Joe finds himself on the mat and looking right up at Sam...when everything went dark! He sure felt it though. Felt what? The impact of her boot connecting with his face, over and over again much to the delight of the crowd! It was almost like every stomp was a feeling of vindication she was taking out of him...and that was something she liked even as much as the Gimnasio did. With enough stomps in, she finally let it go though, grabbing Joe by his short hair, pulling him to his feet. She makes a cutthroat motion with one hand before hunching Joe over with a toe kick, then slid his head in between her legs. She took his arms and pinned them behind his back, holding them tightly...
The Gimnasio roared in approval. They knew what was coming.
Thatcher: If she hits this, Joe is done for. Capital D. Capital O. Capital N. Capital E.
Mynx: The “Victory Star Alpha”...we also saw this at Biorhythm!
She lifts Joe up, Joe frantically kicking, thrashing about for the solution to the equation “how do you not get spiked on your head” when...call it what you will...an errant kick of his struck rather awkwardly at the side of her head, causing a massive shift with her stumbling and Joe leaning forward, landing in a sort of makeshift pin over her!
1!
2!
3!
Quickly the referee waves it off though as he points to the side...where Sam's foot was loosely draped over the bottom rope!
Thatcher: That wasn't even bowling shoe ugly, that was straight OOGLY.
Mynx: That was “Fell outta the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way to the bottom” ugly.
Joe sat up more than a little shaken up. But he survived. Then his eyes scanned the rope, sure enough, Sam's leg remained draped over the bottom. “Damn it” he cursed, before grabbing her by the arm and pulling her towards the center – until Sam came to life and rolled him into a small package!
1!
2!
Joe flips the momentum on Sam!
1!
2!
Sam kicks out!
Thatcher: Joe Jones, finally getting some love here...
Mynx: He and Sam earned that, these two may never be truly done with each other after a classic like this!
Joe sat up on his knees, the sweat was starting to pour down his face by now. Sam was a little slower but also got to her knees. The two locked eyes with the other, with a look you know just had to read “what do I have to do?”
Joe was the first to lurch forward, throwing a clearly fatigued punch at Sam that she easily caught, before returning one to him, right on the chin! Joe reeled a bit, then lurched a thrust at her, catching her in the throat as she gasped for air! On wobbly legs, he slowly stood up, towering over her as he reached down to grab her by the hand and pull her up...that is, until she stomped on his foot! Joe let out a yelp but Sam wasn't moving her foot off of his! He was kinda stuck there as she unloaded chop after chop after chop onto his bare chest, each one causing more and more blood to rush to the surface as he turned bright red until she finally ended the sequence with a STIFF headbutt, knocking Joe back to his knees!
Thatcher: This crowd is coming unglued for these two!
Sam finally took some steps back, lowering one knee pad as she shouted “It's over!” with a point to Joe. She backed into the ropes then rocketed towards Joe “Mind Your Head” (Running V-Trigger) was the only thing on the horizon as everyone leapt from their seats!
She was coming closer...
Closer...
Closer...
UNTIL JOE JONES JUMPED UP AND BLASTED AN UPPERCUT RIGHT TO HER BREAST!!
Blatantly, right in front of the official, of course there was no other choice than to call for the bell on the disqualification...
Sam slumped to the mat in a heap as she held her chest in her arms while Joe staggered his way out of the ring. The nightmare was over. Over question mark?
Mynx: What the ****?! He literally punched her right in the tit! What a jerk, I thought he was better than that. I take back my praise after the fight forever chant...
Thatcher: No, this was Joe sending a message. He's so bitter, so petty, that he'd rather lose to himself than to Sam. And, while we can speculate that Sam was about to knock his head clean off, officially all we can say is “Sam Tolson didn't beat Joe Jones, Joe Jones beat Joe Jones”...
Mynx: Look at him there. He's just taking a walk. He knows exactly what he did, and these fans hate him for it! He ruined a classic match! No one would have looked down on him or Sam if they lost. Nothing to be ashamed of! Buuuutttt, no! Joe had to take the low road and deny us all the true answer to the question “Who is better, Sam or Joe?”
Thatcher: I have got to see the next match with these two...about as much as I'm dying to find out what Bryan Blaze has chosen to defend the Whirlwind Championship under! Is it Truth, or Dare?!
Mynx: Well you don't have to wait long because here he comes now!
The Whirlwind Logo flashes briefly on screen followed by a “#TruthorDare” graphic.
Derrick Thatcher: Up next is the moment we’ve all been anxiously anticipating.
Nikki Mynx: It’s time for Truth or Dare...BAY BAY!
The opening siren to “Indestructible” by Disturbed screeches throughout the Gimnasio Nuevo León as the crowd in attendance become unglued! A thunderous chant of “BRY-AN BLAZE...BAYBAY!” rocks the arena! Finally, as the siren stops and the opening lyrics begin, Bryan Blaze peels back the curtain and walks out onto the stage in what appears to be his usual ring attire, black pants with his patented Blaze design as well as a navy blue tee that reads simply “#BAYBAY” in bold white italicized letters across his chest. He stops in the center of the stage, as he raises the Whirlwind Championship belt up in the air with his right hand, before letting it drape over his right shoulder. As he looks out to his adoring Whirlwind fans, he smiles and begins to strut down the ramp.
“Please welcome YOUR WHIRLWIND CHAMPION! BRYAN….BLLLLLAAAAAZZZEEEEEE!!”
Crowd: BAY BAY!
Once again the roof nearly blasts off of the Gimnasio. Blaze calmly walks down the ramp, and up the steel ring steps, stepping between the ropes and into the ring where he is handed a microphone.
As Blaze stands in the dead center of the ring, the fans once again roar, this time with a chant of “BAYBAY! BAYBAY!” Which brings a genuine smile to the Champion’s face.
Bryan Blaze: Wow, you guys are certainly wound up tonight!
The fans again break out with “BRY-AN BLAZE” chants. Blaze allows them to go on with it, lowering his mic for a few minutes before returning it to his lips.
Bryan Blaze: So I guess everyone is wondering my decision. Truth...or Dare?!
The crowd bursts out in a thunderous chant of “Si! Si! Si!”.
After the chant dies down a bit, the camera briefly fixates on the entrance way, as Samantha Tolson quietly walks through the curtain with a steel chair in hand. Back in the ring, Blaze sees Tolson, but is apparently unsure what to think of her quiet entrance. He continues.
Bryan Blaze: Biorhythm was such an important and special night for me as a competitor for a lot of reasons.
But so is tonight.
See, my journey to this moment in time, this moment in my career...it’s been an unbelievable roller coaster. Just six months ago, I thought I was done. I thought that this business had passed me by. Many called me a has-been. Many others called me a never-was. I wasn’t sure which claim had more credence, but I was sure one of them was bang on. I was at a low point in my career.
I’ve been called so many things in my, gee...almost ten year career now. I’ve been a villain, I’m been a hero. I’ve been a Champion, and I’ve been a scapegoat. Any role you can think of, and I was, at one point or another, a poster boy for it.
So for Whirlwind Wrestling to take this chance on signing me...it may very well have been a turning point. I promised you all, but most importantly, I promised myself. No more running. No more excuses. No more playing the role of what people thought I was, or what someone wanted me to be. It was time to be true to myself.
The fans all of a sudden break out with a chant of “TRUTH! TRUTH! TRUTH!”. Which brings a smile to the Champion.
Bryan Blaze: The result, as you all now know, was this.
He, once again, hoists the Whirlwind Wrestling Championship belt up in the air, in his right hand. The fans roar in approval: “BAY BAY!”
Bryan Blaze: It doesn’t stop there. It can’t stop there. I’ve scratched and I’ve clawed to get back to this point. To once again be called “Champion”. I’ll be damned if anyone DARES take it from me. Nobody will ever cause me to lose relevance again. I will not allow it. This belt, it’s not just for me, it’s for EVERYONE who ever had a dream that was called silly or impossible. For anyone held down by a boss or anyone at all. For anyone who was pushed around.
I am the Whirlwind Wrestling Champion and…
Blaze moves closer to the ropes, as he stares directly at Sam Tolson who is still seated on the stage.
Bryan Blaze: I DARE anyone to take it from me. To take it from US!
Derrick Thatcher: Well...looks like we have our answer!
The crowd absolutely explodes! Thunderous chants of “BLAZE! TOLSON! BLAZE! TOLSON!” Nearly tear the roof off of the Gimnasio! Samantha Tolson grins as she stands from her chair on the stage.
Derrick Thatcher: And I think we have someone who will dare to take that championship away from Bryan Blaze!
Nikki Mynx: She is one tough customer. Bryan might have just bit off more than he can chew!
Sam Tolson slowly starts to make her way down to the ring. Bryan back up from the ropes in the ring, takes the Whirlwind title and lays it on on the mat in front of him and smirks as Sam, pauses, glances out into the crowd and sports a little smile herself. The crowd is eating it up, they want Blaze vs Tolson right here and right now!
Derrick Thatcher: Will she, or won't she!
As loud as the crowd is, the cheers, the fans pleading for Sam to take off and charge into the ring and go to war with Bryan Blaze, those cheers suddenly turn to boos as Joe Jones emerges from the back, quickly makes his way down to the ring, bumping into Sam Tolson and knocking her out of the way.
Derrick Thatcher: What the? Joe Jones just....just knocked Sam Tolson out of the way!
Nikki Mynx: He'll end up paying for that!
As Sam Tolson gathers herself by the guard rails, Joe Jones is already in the ring, and marches right up to Bryan Blaze, stepping over the Whirlwind Championship!
Derrick Thatcher: These two are eyeball to eyeball!
Nikki Mynx: You have to give Joe credit. He bit on the dare!
Blaze and Joe are trash talking each other, trying to push and shove one another with their foreheads and the fans are just eating this up, especially when Sam Tolson takes off for the ring. She slides under the bottom rope and knocks Joe down by hitting him the in back of the head! Samantha gets a couple of kicks in as Joe scurries back to hsi feet. Samantha shoves Joe into the turnbuckles, and takes him by his hair and a handful of trunks, and sends him flying up and over the top rope, depositing him on the cold concrete floor below much to the excitement and approval of the fans. From there, she nods politely at Bryan, then asks for a microphone, waiting as one is handed to her.
Samantha Tolson: Pardon the interruption there, Bryan...but now that the trash has at least been tossed on the ground, let's talk about business…
Samantha calms herself before starting again.
Samantha Tolson: You know, a lot of what you just told these good people, Bryan, really resonates with me. Just check around social media, and you'll see what I mean. People see me in any number of ways, but what they fail to see until it's too late is that I'm a competitor. And that I'm a damn good one at that, one of the absolute best in the world. That punta there, Joe Jones?
Samantha points at Joe, who has leaned against the ropes with an angry look on his face.
Samantha Tolson: He found out the hard way, right here in this ring tonight, exactly why you don't cross me. But, I'm getting off topic here. See, the absolute last thing I would ever want to do to you, Bryan, is to render you irrelevant. I mean, hell, I've seen your work around the world. I'm a fan, I really am. And like I said before Biorhythm, you and me one on one? That's a bucket list match.
Derrick Thatcher: Sam touching on some of her words prior to our first show.
Nikki Mynx: Tolson versus Blaze would pack any arena, anywhere in the world, period.
Samantha Tolson: But see, you talked about a lot of things that really made me swallow my heart for a moment up there on the stage. You talked about being held down...and I've been held down before. You talked about being told your dreams are silly or impossible...and Lord knows there have been enough people try and convince me of that. And you talked about being pushed around...and people throughout my career have tried really, really damn hard to push me into the boxes they wanna check off for me.
Samantha pauses, letting that sink in for both herself and Bryan.
Nikki Mynx: She's not wrong. There have been countless promoters and wrestlers around the world try to categorize her, and they've all found it impossible.
Derrick Thatcher: How do you pigeonhole a woman who can kick your ass seven different ways and still look like a freaking model while she does it?
Samantha Tolson: See, Bryan, I figure that you versus me, with the Whirlwind Championship on the line, isn't about one of us trying to invalidate the other. I see it as two premium athletes in the prime of their careers going to battle, and giving the fans a show for the ages. But make no mistake, Bryan...while I'm a fan of yours, I'm also not intimidated by you in the least. And the TRUTH of the matter?
Samantha steps across the line drawn by the title, looking directly into Bryan's eyes as she raises the microphone back to her lips...but she's interrupted by a charging Jones, who spears her down to the mat!
Derrick Thatcher: This Joe guy, he just won't let it rest!
Joe is able to get a few rights in on Samantha before Bryan Blaze knocks Joe off of her. Joe is quick to roll to his feet where Bryan and Joe lock up in a flurry of rights as they just try to knock each other the hell out. The crowd is just eating this up, a bunch of happy babies being spoonfed yummy mouthfuls of fists of rage! As Bryan and Joe try to KO one another, Samantha gets to her feet and he charges, jumps and throws herself in mist of the Hockey fight by landing a flying right on Joe Jones. In a instant, quicker than you can say Instagram, Samantha and Bryan Blaze (baybay!) have ganged up on old Joe Jones and before too long, he's outnumbered and over powered. The Blazin' Tolson duo send Joe into the ropes, and follow closely behind where they hit a double clotheslines on Joey sending him flipping over the top rope and crashing on the floor once again on the outside of the ring.
Nikki Mynx: Bryan and Samantha have cleared the ring of trash!
Derrick Thatcher: And Joe is not happy about it either!
Joe slams his hands on the floor before getting back to his feet a little dejected. He points at Bryan Blaze as he's being heckled by the fans at ring side.
Derrick Thatcher: We're out of time folks! For WhirlWind Wrestling, I'm Derek Thatcher!
Joe Jones: THAT IS MY TITLE BRYAN! I'M THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!
Nikki Mynx: I'm Nikki Mynx and we'll see you next time!
As the show fades from the airwaves, Bryan holds the ropes open for Joe telling him to come on in…
Thatcher: “Good evening everyone, welcome to Whirlwind Wrestling's second show, this is Force of Will! Tonight we jump straight into action because Leon Tyrell is set to take on MAX Danger in our opening contest!”
Pan to the entrance area, and Godsmack’s “Bulletproof” plays. Slowly, Leon emerges from the back to his updated music. He is without the usual swagger, looking more haggard like he looked earlier this evening. He stands at the top of the entrance for awhile, looking around with his sunken eyes.
Thatcher: “And what do you think here, looks like Leon may have had a long night last night.”
Mynx: “I think Leon hasn’t gotten much sleep at all since losing the Championship Scramble at BioRhythm. You know he had an impressive showing, winning the interim championship once and I think holding it for the longest time.”
Thatcher: “Even if that’s true it doesn’t matter – only the Champion at the end matters and that was Bryan Blaze.”
Leon makes his way down to the ring for his match with MAX. He rolls under the bottom rope and takes a microphone from somebody at ringside. “Bulletproof” subsides. It appears as though Leon will speak before his match with MAX Danger.”
Leon: “I got a match to win, and ass to beat, and things to do so I’m looking to keep this real simple. A few weeks ago I came up short. I couldn’t hold on to the Whirlwind Championship, and so I didn’t walk outta this building as *the* guy in this promotion. And you know all I’ve only heard anyone talk about two dudes. Bryan Blaze-”
“BAY BAY!”
The crowd cuts him off, which visibly annoys Leon.
Leon: “Yeah him, and some old guy, MMA reject called MAX Danger. You see it’s real simple, I gotta claw my way to a shot at Bryan Blaze now, and I’m not gonna let anyone get in my way. I’m the 60 Day Man, and that’s why I’m promising that starting tonight, I will be Whirlwind Champion within 60 days. So I’m putting Blaze on notice, I’m putting MAX on notice, I’m putting all the broads in the back on notice. Everybody, A-to-Z and young-to-old; this is my time. I’m gonna work harder than you, be better than you… because I want it more. So let’s get this ball rollin’; MAX bring your ass out here.”
Mynx: “Confidence from Leon Tyrell.”
~Scannin the scene, in the city tonight
Lookin for you, to start up a fight!~
Lookin for you, to start up a fight!~
Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy” sends the Gimnasio into an absolute frenzy for the MMA legend wanting one more run as they shower him with approval over his arrival! MAX Danger steps out of the entrance area with what can only be described as a confident, but happy grin on his face. A quick cut down to the ring shows Leon nodding his head approvingly. Happy to be part of a show, but confident in his ability all the same. He throws a pair of high shadow jabs at the air, clearly directed at Leon’s direction before he makes the straight walk down the aisle to ringside.
Thatcher: “You have to wonder if Leon drew the short straw here tonight to get paired up with the big guy here in his Whirlwind singles debut. I mean he’s confident, but just look at MAX!”
Mynx: “Sorry, I was too busy staring at Leon though. How many guys can pull off the ‘I haven’t slept in a week’ look thus well…. Er of course Leon Tyrell is going to be looking to make a splash with the MMA veteran here tonight. He sure doesn’t have it easy though, he’s giving up about a foot in height advantage here right now!”
MAX wasted no time in leaping to the apron with an incredible vertical leap, finally entering the ring over the top rope. He took to the center of the ring, dwarfing Leon in size alone before taking the mic from the Loudmouth Leon.”
MAX Danger: “Man, you talk way too much...and these people don’t even care. Just like, shut up and fight already. Or move outta the way for the people that will…”
Thatcher: “You have to love MAX’ take no bullsh*t approach to Leon and people like him.”
Leon reached up to grab the mic out of MAX’ hand. Big mistake...but MAX would lower the mic down to Leon’s level…
Leon Tyrell: “You got some nerve don’tcha big guy? How old are you anyway? Shouldn’t you retire and get a little house on a Mexican beach somewhere? Didn’t you get the memo? Wrestling sure doesn’t need more MMA rejects like yourself.”
Mynx: “Uh oh. MAX does not look amused…”
Leon Tyrell: “Oooooohhhhhh, what, you’re gonna hit me? How about we ring that bell and I’ll teach you a lesson ya sunofab-”
Without warning or hesitation, MAX rears back and straight DECKS Leon right square on the jaw! He crumples, falling chest down with his rear-end comically up in the air.
”THANK YOU MAX!”
”THANK YOU MAX!”
”THANK YOU MAX!”
”THANK YOU MAX!”
”THANK YOU MAX!”
MAX bends over to pick up the mic, not really paying any attention to Leon’s crumpled up form on the mat in a heap.
MAX Danger: “Thank you, everyone. Now, as I was saying, you all paid for a fight here tonight, and that’s what I’m here to give you. And it ain’t with that one punch chump down there. Naaahhh. This one goes out to a certain someone hanging out back there, waiting for their time later tonight. A former kickboxer-turned-wrestler. You know who I mean…”
The Gimnasio roars in approval as MAX was clearly alluding to Sasha Foote!
”YES!”
”YES!”
”YES!”
”YES!”
”YES!”
Thatcher: “Now there’s a match I’d be interested in. MAX Danger vs Sasha Foote, the MMA legend vs the ex-kickboxer!”
Mynx: “A dream match for sure!”
MAX Danger: “So, Sasha, I know you’re back there waiting for your time. What I’m saying though, is your time...is right, NOW!”
Breaking Benjamin’s “Dance With the Devil” blares across the Gimnasio sending Monterrey on their FEET! Spotlights circle around the entrance area underneath the giant projection screen in anticipation of Sasha’s arrival.
Thatcher: “Here she comes, I’ve never known Sasha Foote to EVER pass up a challenge…”
Mynx: “These two are gonna go all-in and not hold back. I can’t wait!”
Then where was she? Alas, the cameras were perfect, the spotlight was dead on. “Dance With the Devil” started to reloop as MAX turned his attention to the entrance area...and that’s when it hit him.
...Literally. The crowd’s anticipation turned to animosity as MAX went down to one knee as Leon Tyrell stood over him, dropping a crowbar from his right hand and finally bringing the bottom of his boot to the side of MAX’ face, sending him down to the mat the hard way!
Thatcher: “OH, SH*T!”
Mynx: “Safe to say MAX isn’t gonna get an invite to Leon’s Easter dinner?”
Thatcher: “Where, and WHEN did Leon even get that crowbar?”
Leon took the time to specifically rip the mic away from MAX’ meathook of a fist, bringing it to his lips, breathing heavily, almost seething after MAX’ first KO punch...but instead Leon says nothing and drops the mic! He turns back to MAX and drops a pair of closed fist shots to his back, stomps, and finally an elbow drop, anything to keep the big guy down...but MAX powered up anyway! MAX’ smug grin faded away as his face faded to a much more “business expression” as he locked eyes with Leon Tyrell. Leon begs off, with MAX rushing him into the corner where he hit a stinger splash, crushing Leon between the turnbuckles and his own body! Leon came stumbling out of the corner as MAX cocked his fist back…
Thatcher: “Leon’s about to get a second dessert!”
Leon spins around, quickly ducking back just out of MAX’ range to grab the crowbar and avoid the punch. Leon takes a violent swing at MAX’s head, but the MMA expert bobs his head back safely out of range. Leon drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring as MAX attempts to renew the assault. Leon, quick to get out of dodge, circles the ring and makes his way to up the entrance, crowbar in hand not taking his eyes away from MAX.
Mynx: “Wait aren’t these two supposed to have a match?”
Leon escapes up to the back as “Seek and Destroy” gets played. MAX is telling Leon to bring it on, trying to goad his younger opponent back down to the ring.
Thatcher: “I’m not sure, but let’s go back a minute…”
A replay begins to show of the knock-out punch to Leon.
Thatcher: “It was after this beautiful shot to Leon we thought we were going to see MAX Danger take on Sasha Foote…”
From a different camera angle – one focusing on Leon – we can see MAX waiting for Sasha. Leon comes to and crawls to the apron, he manages to pull himself way out and retrieve a crowbar from under the ring.
Thatcher: “While MAX was waiting, Leon procured a weapon and attacked.”
We see a replay of the initial shot to MAX from Leon.
Mynx: “I still want to know if we’re getting this match.”
[Previously Recorded]
The scene opens up backstage where we see a couple of fans walking backstage in the hallway after getting the food they look like big fans of the company both wearing Pendragon t-shirts. As they walk trying to head back to their seats with the female holding her drink and the male holding the other drink, the popcorn. As they get to end of the hallway standing in all of their glory in front of them are none other than the Pretty Committee who have a smug set of smirks on their faces. As they stare at the fans, amused that they went to head to their seats as Veronica looks at Bianca before saying in her bitchy tone.
Veronica Taylor: Look Bianca basics in our hallway.
Fan 1: Look we don't want any...
Bianca Davis: Um rude we weren't talking to you basic you will speak when spoken to. I mean I should have guessed they had bad manners they’re fans of the fuggo dragon.
They share a bitchy giggle as the male fan speaks up.
Fan 2: Can we get back to the show? We are looking forward to seeing the rest of it.
Fan 1: We don't want any trouble at all...
Veronica mocks their voices mimicking them.
Veronica Taylor: We don't want any trouble were here to enjoy the show blah blah blah. Shut it you're in our area now and how lucky you are to even be in our presence. Now, nice drinks you got.
Veronica takes the sodas and hands one to Bianca who looks at it in a disgusted fashion.
Bianca Davis: You know how bad this stuff is for you? Like you should thank us for looking after your health.
Bianca and Veronica toss the soda on the ground kicking them away as they splash out, giggling.
Fan 1: Why are you treating us this way what have we done to you? Now can we go?
Fan 2: What do you two even want?
The Pretty Committee then take some popcorn smugly smirking as they bite into it but then are disgusted and spit it right out.
Veronica Taylor: Like you need this you should really look after your whale or it might burst.
The Pretty Committee share a bitchy laugh at the expense of the heavy set female. As she looks like she's angry but might cry at the words.
Bianca Davis: Like what kind of boyfriend are you? Oh right your the type who gets walked on by Shamu over here. Now as far as you two go you can head back and enjoy our slaying of Fuggo Dragon but on one condition. You bow to us. Right now, and kiss our Gucci shoes no wait I don't want your nasty popcorn lips on my boots.
Veronica Taylor: So get to bowing basics.
Fan 1: Are you kidding me...
The male fan holds her back as he says.
Fan 2: Well we might have to...
Bianca Davis: We have all night and watching you basics squirm is entertaining so shut up and bow to your queens.
They slowly bow though the female fan has a glare cutting through first the Pretty Committee, then to her spineless boyfriend. Who just drops to his knees right away she finally bows as the Pretty Committee stand over them laughing loudly as they take the popcorn and dump it on the female fan as they howl with delight. As The blonde then grabs two Pretty Committee shirt and covers their heads with them as she says.
Bianca Davis: You're welcome now out of our sight basics.
Veronica Taylor: Bye Felica.
The fans stand up the female was now crying as the Pretty Committee laughs as they see them leave embarrassed as the scene fades to black.
Veronica Taylor: Look Bianca basics in our hallway.
Fan 1: Look we don't want any...
Bianca Davis: Um rude we weren't talking to you basic you will speak when spoken to. I mean I should have guessed they had bad manners they’re fans of the fuggo dragon.
They share a bitchy giggle as the male fan speaks up.
Fan 2: Can we get back to the show? We are looking forward to seeing the rest of it.
Fan 1: We don't want any trouble at all...
Veronica mocks their voices mimicking them.
Veronica Taylor: We don't want any trouble were here to enjoy the show blah blah blah. Shut it you're in our area now and how lucky you are to even be in our presence. Now, nice drinks you got.
Veronica takes the sodas and hands one to Bianca who looks at it in a disgusted fashion.
Bianca Davis: You know how bad this stuff is for you? Like you should thank us for looking after your health.
Bianca and Veronica toss the soda on the ground kicking them away as they splash out, giggling.
Fan 1: Why are you treating us this way what have we done to you? Now can we go?
Fan 2: What do you two even want?
The Pretty Committee then take some popcorn smugly smirking as they bite into it but then are disgusted and spit it right out.
Veronica Taylor: Like you need this you should really look after your whale or it might burst.
The Pretty Committee share a bitchy laugh at the expense of the heavy set female. As she looks like she's angry but might cry at the words.
Bianca Davis: Like what kind of boyfriend are you? Oh right your the type who gets walked on by Shamu over here. Now as far as you two go you can head back and enjoy our slaying of Fuggo Dragon but on one condition. You bow to us. Right now, and kiss our Gucci shoes no wait I don't want your nasty popcorn lips on my boots.
Veronica Taylor: So get to bowing basics.
Fan 1: Are you kidding me...
The male fan holds her back as he says.
Fan 2: Well we might have to...
Bianca Davis: We have all night and watching you basics squirm is entertaining so shut up and bow to your queens.
They slowly bow though the female fan has a glare cutting through first the Pretty Committee, then to her spineless boyfriend. Who just drops to his knees right away she finally bows as the Pretty Committee stand over them laughing loudly as they take the popcorn and dump it on the female fan as they howl with delight. As The blonde then grabs two Pretty Committee shirt and covers their heads with them as she says.
Bianca Davis: You're welcome now out of our sight basics.
Veronica Taylor: Bye Felica.
The fans stand up the female was now crying as the Pretty Committee laughs as they see them leave embarrassed as the scene fades to black.
Thatcher: Welcome back everyone, I’m being told the cameras are backstage with Leon? Do we have a shot?”
The camera cuts to backstage, “Seek and Destroy” can still be heard playing from the arena. Leon breathes heavily and drops the crowbar.
Leon: “Get me some damn ice!”
He shouts it at nobody in particular. As he stands around waiting, field reporter Baldwin Knight comes up to him.
Baldwin Knight: “Leon! You got a minute?”
Leon Tyrell: “What?! What whadda you want?”
Baldwin Knight: “I just had a piece of news to pass down to you. Based on the events that just transpired, you do realize you still have to fight MAX later this evening, right?”
Leon: “WHAT? Get outta my face! ARRGGHH.”
Baldwin Knight: “That's straight from Toby's office. So, uhh, yeah...I'll leave you to it. Good luck tonight, buddy...”
Leon holds his jaw where MAX caught him as Baldwin walks out of the shot.
Leon: “Where’s that damn ice!”
Back out to the ring, MAX nods in approval at what we all just saw.
Thatcher: “Well there’s your answer, later tonight we will still see it. MAX Danger versus Leon Tyrell. And still to come later, Joe Jones takes on Sam Tolson in the main event, and also the first ever Whirlwind Champion. That’s right Bryan Blaze will be here to address the fans.”
Mynx: “And more importantly he’ll have to make his decision. Truth or Dare!!!”
Stephen Callaway vs Nikoli Kuznetsov
Callaway started the match off with a side headlock to Nikoli, brief as it were before Nikoli pushed him off. Callaway took three steps and stopped short, prompting Nikoli to close the gap, when Callaway brought his foot back, “Calsi Kick” directing traffic that Nikoli wisely stumbles back, all-too-aware of the doom that superkick would have meant. Callaway smirks at the rookie, almost saying “that close…”
Thatcher: I love the subtle confidence from Callaway here?
Mynx: That was subtle? Maybe like a brick to the back…
Nikoli took a moment to re-gather his bearings while Callaway stood back before casually extending a sportsmanlike hand of good will toward him. Nikoli approaches the gesture and looks down at it, then up at Callaway, almost like he’s thinking about it, the implications of it. Callaway pulls it back and then re-extend his hand, urging him “come on, take it!” Nikoli looks at it again, not entirely sure what to do, and this time, the Gimnasio begins shouting advice at him…
“IT’S A TRAP!”
“IT’S A TRAP!”
“IT’S A TRAP!”
That was from the higher pitch section of the arena.
”MAN UP!”
“MAN UP!”
“MAN UP!”
That was from the lower pitch section.
Finally, Nikoli takes one more hard look at the gesture again...and takes the offer, his grip tightening around Callaway’s hand, you could see some visible signs of pain flash over his face UNTIL cALLAWAY BRINGS HIS KNEE UP INTO NIKOLI’S GUT! The young rookie doubles over from the ambush, prompting Callaway to grab him by the head, twisting him around and drilling him into the mat with “Everything Goes” (Reverse DDT)! Callaway floats over into a cover, hooking the near leg as he does;
1!
2 - kick out!
Mynx: That was the oldest trick in the book, and Nikoli took the bait like a dumb bass…
Thatcher: You can’t blame him for expecting pure cut competition though. I mean, all people have good in them. Least I like to think this world is mostly made up of good people.
Mynx: Callaway meant no harm I’m sure. He’s just teaching the kid a lesson without pulling any punches. He’s a good trainer because he’s not sugarcoating anything.
Nikoli sat up slowly, holding his head as he did so, which prompted Callaway to slither around behind him, taking Nikoli’s head into his arms as he attempts to lock on the “Calsmission” (Tazzmission), a feat that would prove more difficult than it appeared as Nikoli showed he had more signs of life! A wild punch directly back, and to the left knocked Callaway away from him enough to scramble to his feet. Callaway looked up just in time to see the hard right from Nikoli clock him right in the face, an impact that dazed him and sent him stumbling around. Nikoli took Callaway by the arm and thrust him into the ropes with an irish whip, Callaway rebounds and brings his velocity to a screeching halt...with a gigantic, claymore-sized boot. To the side of Nikoli’s face! Nikoli takes the full brunt which sends him back into the ropes, neck first before awkwardly dropping down to the mat! The Gimnasio looks on with a look of hushed concern over the rookie’s well-being!
Mynx: He took that boot like a champ…
Thatcher: Waitaminute I don’t see him moving. We may need some help out here!
“Help” was what they got, although it wasn’t the help we wanted to see as the Gimnasio turned from gasps at Nikoli to jeers at… At…………….
Mynx: Oh come on now, this doesn’t have anything to do with The Upper Class……
Callaway can’t check on Nikoli before Jacob, Veronica, and Bianca take their places on their own sides of the ring, surrounding Callaway with the sting of upper class success he’ll [allegedly] never experience. Callaway tries to project a calm demeanor even in the face of his three-on-one fate…
The bell rings to signify the end of the match, but come now we know it’s only just starting!
Thatcher: Well Callaway won his match, but he doesn't exactly look like a winner here...
Bianca steps into the ring first, which Callaway steps up to greet her, prompting Veronica to step in behind him with a punch to the back of the head! Bianca reaches up to slap the disoriented Callaway across his face, and that’s when Jacob enters the ring himself…
Mynx: Of course he’d slide into the ring after the girls wore Callaway down. Grrr!
Callaway begins to swing blindly, anything to fight back, but the combined numbers advantage proves too much and coupled with being involved in a match prior, The Upper Class wear him down...Jacob motions to Veronica and Bianca to grab Callaway by the arms…
Thatcher: Oh no it can’t be…
Mynx: Shades of the Biorhythm Scramble match?
Jacob stands directly in front of Callaway, stretching his arms out wide. He lets out a loud, guttural noise that sounded similar to “OOOOOHHHHHH AAAHHHHHHHH!!” before signaling for the Pretty Committee to lift Callaway up onto his shoulders when…
Kamelot’s “Karma” sends the Gimnasio into a frenzy for the arrival of Pendragon!
Thatcher: When you call for the cavalry, you couldn’t ask for a heavier hitter!
Mynx: How nice of him, he doesn’t even know Callaway and he’s willing to risk the numbers to save him? Maybe he just wants something in return…
Thatcher: Or, he just hates The Upper Class’ existence as much as we all do…
Pendragon slides into the ring, causing the disruption to the “powerbomb ceremony” of sorts for Callaway! The five break out into a massive brawl but a swarm of event security are swift to his the ring and get everyone apart before it’s too crazy!
Mynx: Well it’s a good thing Pendragon was there when he was. Callaway could have been a goner.
Thatcher: That’s not all, we gotta get Nikoli taken to the back and have him looked at. That landing and the way he hit those ropes, I’m really not so sure that was in the spirit of the sport, if you catch my drift.
Mynx: In the meantime, we’ve got Veronica Taylor and Pendragon already at ringside right now, no reason we can’t just let them go at it…
Once the event security gets things under control, Callaway is taken to the back, two-thirds of The Upper Class are forced out directly opposite the way Callaway is escorted out, a pair of medics come down to help Nikoli back out of the arena. And then there were two.
Pendragon vs Veronica Taylor
With everyone else having been cleared from ringside, the bell wasted no time being rung. Pendragon's body language suggested that of a “bide your time” approach, while Vero pleaded injustice over the rest of The Upper Class getting carted away...then she turned to Pendragon...
Thatcher: Veronica, if you wanted some justice...
Mynx: INjustice, Derrick! Sheesh. Can't believe Pendragon is gonna hit a poor defenseless little girl...
Thatcher: Oh God, The Upper Class got to you already, didn't they?
...only to get met by a high knee to the face! Pendragon drops to a quick cover, hooks the near leg;
1!
Vero kicks out!
The dragon wastes little time nor energy as he continues the assault, this time sliding into a seated reverse chinlock, brief as it may have been before Vero fought free of it. Not without consequence though as Dragon still clocked her in the back of her head with a left hand.
Mynx: Little bit of southpaw action from Pendragon there.
Thatcher: Maybe ambidextrous I think. I haven't even noticed a difference between his left and his right swing, yet.
Vero stumbled to her feet, Dragon following right after. Just as she spun around, Dragon grabbed her by the wrist, whipping her across the ring and into the opposite ropes. On the rebound, Pendragon ducks down while Vero stops short, she grabs him by the back of the mask, slamming his face down across her knee! Dragon pops back up, appearing almost unfazed by it?
Thatcher: What the hell?
Mynx: Turn around Veronica, now is not the time to celebrate...
Just as she spun around, she got blasted by a right hook to the face, to much of a standing ovation from the Gimnasio for Dragon's efforts!
Mynx: I wanna know how he withstood Veronica's facebuster...
Thatcher: Let's go take a look.
...Vero grabs Dragon by the back of the mask, slamming his face down across her....waitaminute, Dragon nipped his head up ever-so-slightly to avoid the impact, but followed through, assumingly to lull Veronica into a false sense of security. Dragon pops back up unfazed, then clocks her with a right-hook to the jaw!
Thatcher: Heh. Pretty slick.
Dragon grabs Vero by the wrist once more, pulling her in with a short irish whip, just in time to drop her flat on her back with a snap spinebuster! Dragon floats over into a cover, this time hooking the far leg;
1!
2!
Kick out!
Not to be deterred, Dragon remains on top of Vero, in the form of a lateral press;
1!
2!
Kick out!
One more time Dragon reaches back, the near leg with his right arm and shoving his left forearm in Vero's face;
1!
2!
…
…
Vero rolls the shoulder up!
Thatcher: Pendragon with some veteran instincts on display there!
Mynx: Maybe he was just tired. I mean did you see how long he took a rest for?
Thatcher: ...When did you become a cheerleader for Veronica Taylor?
Vero rolled toward the ring ropes, stepping out through the bottom and middle rope, just as Dragon springs back to his feet. Quick to catch Vero to prevent the regroup, which he does! Dragon caught Vero by the hair, but took a elbow to the face for his troubles, promptly losing the hold. Vero then grabs Dragon in a three-quarter facelock, and drops him neck first across the top rope as she jumps down to the floor, guillotining the mysterious masked man off the top rope! Once down to the floor, Vero dusts her hands off for the job well done – much to the disapproval of the Gimnasio, naturally.
Mynx: Speaking of veteran instincts, Veronica doing a great job showing that she isn't a rookie by any means.
Thatcher: They call that cheating, you know that, right?
From the rope Dragon clutches at his throat while Vero turns and blows an [unwanted?] kiss to a heavier fan in the front row armed with a giant pretzel in one hand and a solo cup of beer in the other. You could see her mouth something along the lines of “whatever fatty basic” to him before turning back to the match, letting out a b*tchy laugh as she did so. She slid back into the ring, field goal kicking Dragon in the gut to put him back down before stepping on his throat and holding her foot there with a blatant choke. The referee warned her to release the illegal hold (LOL), but alas had no choice but to threaten her with disqualification on five.
1!
2!
3!
Vero blows a kiss at the referee, getting his attention. Late thirties, bit of that dunlap disease making it's way out of the stripped shirt. Vero ran her fingers along the man's chin, sweet talking him, maybe even promising a chance to win a bottle of her signature Veronica's Secret in a raffle after the show, which the referee seemed into...and that's when it hit him!
4!
5 – Vero finally steps off the choke!
Thatcher: Wow, she took complete advantage of that referee just to get a few more seconds of Pendragon trapped in the choke...
Mynx: She was just giving Pendragon a bird's-eye-view of what ti expect when you lie beneath the boot of the people that run this world, The Upper Class...
Thatcher: You sure you're not on the payroll for them?
The Gimnasio really let her have it for her evil antics!
“LET'S GO DRAGON!”
“VERO SUCKS!”
“VERO SUCKS!”
To which Vero's only response was to tilt her head back and laugh them away.
Thatcher: What an awful personality. Who laughs about choking another human being?
Vero turns back to Dragon with his hands still clinging to his throat. She, rather slowly, theatrically, flamboyantly lifts her arm up, and then drops an elbow across his chest! She stays lying across Dragon, arm over him and her hand holding up the side of her head as she makes a mock yawn, ordering the referee to count this lackadaisical pinfall;
1!
2!
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Dragon kicks out!
Mynx: “Fuggo Dragon” needs to learn you just can't fight back against The Upper Class. The sooner he accepts that, the sooner he can save himself some punishment...
Thatcher: Really? So you're just gonna go all-in on these Pretty Committee-isms. That's what we're doing now? Folks, what my colleague means by ...sigh...”Fuggo Dragon” of course is the noble Pendragon that you're all familiar with...
Vero gets back to her feet, taking Dragon by the hand to bring him up with her, whipping him into the ropes, but dragon leaps to the second rope, Vero moves in closer, and Dragon turns the tides, catching her with a springboard disaster kick on the rebound! Vero's head snaps back as she crashes to the mat, inciting a loud roar of approval for the Dragon! From the mat he kips up to his feet while Vero is ever-so-slow to even try and react.
”DRA-GON”
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“DRA-GON!”
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“DRA-GON!”
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He spins around, taking Vero by a handful of her hair, then sliding into a front facelock. With a heave, he lifts her up in a vertical suplex
He holds her there for a moment...
Still holding...
And then drops her on her back!
Thatcher: BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!
With a pivot of the hips, Dragon maintains the front facelock and kips right back up, taking Vero with him in a second consecutive suplex, again still holding her.
Still holding...
And drops her on her back! Then with another pivot of the hips, he kips up with her again, once more with the front facelock, he lifts her up.
Still holding...
Still holding...
Then he drops her on the mat for the third time!
Mynx: Poor Veronica. She just took Three Visits, to Paintown...population her.
Just as Pendragon floats into a cover with a deep hook of both legs, the Gimnasio is overwhelmed by jeers and boos of....
Of...
Of...
The re-arrival of Bianca Davis and Jacob Hotstuff!
Thatcher: Oh for crying out loud!
Bianca and Jacob circle around the ring on either side of Dragon, prompting his attention away from the match...when Cold's “Remedy” begins to play followed by the arrival of Stephen Callaway to even the odds!
Mynx: Didn't this guy get enough earlier?
Callaway shot down the aisle as Dragon turned to Jacob's side of the ring, even grabbing him by the fur coat and attempting to pull him inside! Vero slowly gets up, slapping the back of Dragon's head getting his attention off of the B-Lister, at this point the referee finally gives up and calls for the bell because this was clearly getting far out of control. Callaway makes his way into the ring as Dragon gets hands around Vero's neck as he begins to put her down, when Jacob flies into the ring and chop blocks Dragon from behind the knee! Dragon flips turns inside out, landing on his back as Callaway lines up his foot to drill Bianca with the “Calsi Kick” (Superkick), clipping Bianca, albeit only partially before she got out of dodge!
Thatcher: Stephen Callaway with some incredible reach on that superkick, wow!
Mynx: Pendragon can take solace in “winning” this fight, but I don’t think he’ll be having a victory celebration here tonight...
Vero rushes over to help Bianca up while Jacob chop blocks Callaway to the mat just like Dragon. Callaway being a little fresher though slowly starts to push himself up onto his hands and knees when Jacob whistles to Vero who turns her attention to him, she runs to him, jumps up and places one foot on his head, driving him back to the mat with the “Beauty Improvement Pass” (Curb Stomp)!!
Mynx: And stay down! Where's your angle now, Stephen?
Dragon was just getting up, prompting The Upper Class to turn their attention to him. Jacob was first to trade punches with Dragon, with Bianca coming up from behind with a spinning wheel kick of her own, the impact sending him crashing, stumbling forward at Vero's feet. “how fitting”, she must have thought. She kicked at his face before ordering Jacob to grab a chair from out of the ring.
Thatcher: What is this proving, really?
Jacob handed the chair to Bianca who drove the edge of it into Dragon's neck, then passed it to Vero who brought the broadside of it down onto Dragon's spine! Vero then handed the chair back to Jacob who shook his head and instructed “nah, put it down” as he motions for Vero and Bianca to take Dragon by either side...
Mynx: Haha, yes, here we go!
Thatcher: No, no way, come on guys you've made your points...
Jacob out-stretches both his arms wide, then from down deep he lets out a real guttural noise that sounded similar to “OOOOHHHHHHH AAAHHHHHHHHH” as Vero and Bianca placed Dragon on jacob's shoulders in a seated position, then together, they all three bring Dragon down on top of the chair with a triple powerbomb!!!
Thatcher: Not this way...
Mynx: This. This is what happens when the common folk attempt to stand against The Upper Class. Foolish, to the very end...
The trio of Hollywood mixed with beauty stood together over Pendragon, with their fists extended to meet each other's. Callaway left face first in a heap on the mat...all the while the entirety of the Gimnasio booing the roof off in response. The message was clear as crystal.
Thatcher: The Upper Class needs a check. We can't let these dogs, hounds even, get away with causing wanton chaos and destruction...
Mynx: A pack of hounds maybe so, but not the hounds associated with justice at all...
A stream of paparazzi cam from the back to surround the ring, dozens upon dozens upon dozens of flash cameras going off for the photo opportunity of a Hollywood lifetime while the boos draw to a nearly deafening pitch! The Upper Class, however, is all smiles for their official red carpet welcoming to wrestling...
Thatcher: They are literally proud of making an example of two people with a numbers advantage on their side and a steel chair to further sway the advantage. That makes me sick!
Mynx: You have to pick your spots in this business. Only respect to The Upper Class for calling their's.
Thatcher: Someone will come along with that same killer instinct though. And when they do? When they knock The Upper Class from their perch? Well, we're gonna have a celebration! But for now...
One last lengthy cut to the trio composed of a mix of Hollywood fame and Rodeo Drive fashion, flashbulbs still going off from the paparazzi at ringside.
Thatcher: I just hope that for Whirlwind's sake...we find that someone sooner, rather than later.
[Previously Recorded]
At the Gimnasio Nuevo León arena. Standing in line at the box office is Nanook and as he fumbles with his phone, Bester is, you guessed it! Signing autographs! Whirlwind Wrestling’s most popular non roster star of all time!
Meanwhile, Nanook is having a rough time buying tickets.
Nanook: “Damn it! Why is the internet not working? You know this wouldn’t happen in America! Stupid Mexico! Come on! Don’t they believe in 4G around here!”
The line is moving right along though, moving rather quickly and as soon as someone gets a ticket, they spot Bester. They get a pic with Bester, Bester signs their ticket, rinse and repeat. Bester is just loving it though.
Finally as Nanook finally gets the site to load up on his phone, he is standing right in front of the ticket window!
Nanook: “Ah! Good. Si! Yes. 2 tickets please…..what the?”
The lady at the ticket window smiles. “Sorry. All sold out.”
Nanook: “What? You just opened up like 10 minutes ago!”
Window Lady: “Yes. We sold out. You should join the WW Inner Circle Fan Club. You then buy presale.”
Nanook: “What? Noone told me of this! When did this Inner Circle whatever start?”
Window Lady: “Yesterday. We sold out today! So sorry!”
Nanook: “No! Come on! Please check? I need 2 tickets!”
Window Lady: “I check. Sold out. Bye!”
And with that, she closes the window and pulls down the Sold Out blind. Nanook can’t believe it. Ten minutes. Force of Will sold out in ten minutes and for the second straight show, he can’t get inside and get Bester signed with Whirlwind Wrestling.
The cameras cut backstage to Pendragon who's walking out under his own power out of the trainer's room. He has a noticeable but slight limp in his step, still sore from the triple powerbomb at the hands of The Upper Class. His mask was secure on his head and the upper half of his body suit was down at his waist much like a certain Olympic Hero was prone to do with his singlet, presumably as a part of the medical examination. Baldwin Knight, Whirlwind's field reporter was waiting nearby as he was expecting to get an update from the on-site doctor only to run into the masked man himself.
“Pendragon, I'm a little surprised you're walking around after what happened earlier in the night. Sadly Nikoli doesn't appear to have been so fortunate. “
“To stay down is exactly what The So-Called Upper Class would want. My only regret tonight is that I wasn't out there sooner to aid him and Callaway at the start of the show. The only thing Nikoli and Callaway were guilty of was doing their jobs; to entertain and give these fine people their hard earned money's worth. I can certainly understand why I would be a target for Jacob, Veronica, and Bianca but those two had nothing to do with this Great Class War that appears to be brewing between them and I.”
“Great Class War? Listen I understand that they're not the most likable people in the world but Whirlwind considers themselves to be a politically neutral platform.”
“Yeah. I may not be a Che Guevara styled Revolutionary but everywhere I log into Twitter or watch one of their promotional shoots all I here is Upper Class this, Upper Class that. They believe they belong to the elite, the top 1% of society; everyone else is beneath them. We're peasants to them Mr. Knight. If you're not with them and their Hollywood Entourage you're not on their perceived level. It has nothing to do with politics but the very fabric of history repeating itself as it has since the dawn of civilization.
Mr. Knight, if you would be so kind.” Pendragon outstretches his hand towards the microphone. “I would like to address the fans in a more personal manner.”
“Alright, I don't see any harm in that.”
Baldwin Knight passes the microphone much like a baton as it fell into the firm grasp of The Man in the Mask. Pendragon slowly slides the box-like casing off near the top to the bottom and placing it in the capable hands of Whirlwind's field reporter as he grasped the microphone where the company's logo once was.
“Much better. You see throughout history there have always been people at the very top; emperors, kings, merchants, politicians, entrepreneurs, socialites; the rich, famous and the presumably successful. Now like in every society, in every nation and according to every creed there are good and bad and much like life itself these attributes are distributed widely and unequally. When you have benevolence at the top society flourishes, advancements are made and everyone's quality of life improves beyond what was expected of in prior generations. However there are always those that want more than their fair share, more than what they've earned and they seek the fruits of the labor of others with avarice and envy in their hearts. Sometimes they're born into the system and corrupt it from within; other times they believe that others have, in their minds, unfairly taken a position that they don't deserve; a position that all are undeserving of except for themselves. They seek to exert influence be it through wealth, peer pressure and often times through force to impose their will and views upon everyone else. And if these bad actors are allowed to plant their roots and weave their tentacles into the heart of a nation, society or workplace... a tyranny will be born. Brother will be pitted against brother, sister against sister, friends will pick sides – at this point you either accept the new regime as the new establishment and try to fit in to lessen or avoid punishment... or you seek to restore the natural order.”
He paced methodically back and forth with his eyes trained on the camera much like a military general or a tactician would. There was a certain restlessness in his step despite the calm reflected in his words as he knew he came very close to seeing his new way of life vanish earlier in the night. To want to get retribution but to be denied an immediate resolution could even grip the most patient and methodical in throes of frustration when the emotion was still fresh.
“Now despite what Jacob and his goons want everyone to believe The So-Called Upper Class are certainly not the establishment; not yet. Right now they hold no effective power here in Whirlwind and as long as the championship remains in virtuous hands that'll remain the case. But their end game is clear; eliminate any an all opposition along the way through intimidation and guerrilla tactics and eventually secure the Whirlwind Championship. There's an undeniable power that resonates when one holds the crown of a company and if a bad actor were to take it through nefarious means... everything as we know it would be thrown into jeopardy. I'm not going to allow that to happen.
No disrespect to the champion, I know he's capable of watching his own back but every single one of us is at risk so long as what happened tonight is allowed to continue. That much is crystal clear and they removed all doubt by firing the first shot. Tonight the career of a young and very talented man may have been forever altered and changed because a pack of piranhas wanted to make 'an example' out of him and if Stephen Callaway didn't come to my aid and I to his the very same could've happened to us as well. They're not going going to stop with us, they're not going to stop until they bring Whirlwind to its very knees and I will not allow this to happen. Whirlwind is my home and even though we all come from different walks of life I believe in my heart that we all have a duty to protect this house.”
Pendragon points to the company logo as he speaks. While the mask may obscure his face the impact of his words carry loud and clear to the people watching at home and to those listening. There was a battle going on for the heart of Whirlwind and it was one that couldn't afford to be lost.
“So consider this a call to arms. If you fight with honor know that I stand with you. If you stand against the elitism and incessant narcissism that seeks to poison the well; I stand with you. If you came to Mexico seeking to start over and find a better life, to seek a second chance to entertain some of the best fans in the entire world; I stand with you. As long as you stand with integrity in the face of adversity, as long as you get up every single time the 1% tries to push you under; I stand with you. Whatever your reasons, so long as they're noble and just; I will stand with you to make sure that what we all have here, what we're all creating here together will still be around long after we're all gone. To open doors for those that come after, to honor and respect those that came before us; that is the heart of lucha libre, that is the heart of wrestling.
And you will never... ever... take our tradition away. The 99% are always greater than the 1%; we will unite. We. Will. Thrive.”
Backstage we join Leon sitting in the locker room. He’s finally got an ice pack on his face where MAX caught. His mood looks foul, and he isn’t happy. Embarrassed no doubt, and silently seething. He looks up and notices the camera over him.
Leon: “Get outta my face. No, wait. Nah come here, come closer.”
The camera goes down and gets closer to Leon’s face. He removes the ice pack and points to where it was.
Leon: “I’m gonna swell up something fierce MAX. Up here, look up here look at me. MAX, I’m gonna teach you a thing or two, you get that? Later tonight you and I are gonna tango. It won’t last long, because I’m gonna knock your ass out in an MMA round. I don’t need more than three minutes. I’m gonna knock you the [bleep] out and stop your wrestling dreams dead in their tracks.
Leon shoos the camera away and puts the ice back up to his face.
Leon: “Hit the bricks.”
With Leon Tyrell and MAX Danger in the ring, Derrick Thatcher stepped up from the broadcast booth with a mic.
Thatcher: Earlier tonight, Leon Tyrell made a bold declaration. He claimed “I only need three minutes to beat MAX Danger!” Now, our boss in his infinite wisdom upon hearing that, was instantly entertained. He sent us a message saying simply “Prove it”.
Derrick turns his attention to MAX and Leon in the ring, Leon looking a little bit uneasy while MAX looked ever cool, calm, collected…
Thatcher: This match, will now be contested under a three minute time limit! Now, Leon, let’s see what you really bring to the table. Ring the bell!
A three minute timer appeared up on the projection screen.
Derrick took his seat alongside Nikki just as the bell rang. MAX tilted his neck in surprise, welcomed surprise, before putting up his hands in a guarded fighting stance. It was now Leon’s match to figure a way out of…
Leon Tyrell vs MAX Danger
MAX throws a straight right direct to Leon’s face, to which Leon back bumps out of the way, rolling directly back as he does. That was what he DIDN’T want to feel again. He stared up at MAX incredulously, MAX returning a stoic stare of only the blankest expression. MAX was all business here, as you’d expect from a man that was hit with a crowbar earlier in the night. He shot a glance over his shoulder to see the time on 2:48. He needed to act fast but he also needed to stay the heck out of MAX’ reach, if that was even possible.
He stood back up, this time MAX motioned to him to bring it, which Leon did, MAX threw a straight jab right at Leon’s face, but this time Leon ducked, then slid around behind the MMA veteran! He started to lock his hands around MAX’ waist, but MAX was quick to shoot a STIFF elbow to the side of Leon’s face, breaking the waistlock Out of frustration more than anything, Leon stomped at the back of MAX’ calf, naturally causing the big man to lurch forward while Leon took him the rest of the way to the mat with a dropkick to the same calf! Leon rubbed his face a moment, the elbow all-too-reminiscent of the KO punch earlier in the night.
Mynx: Poor Leon. I hope his face isn’t gonna be permanently disfigured by this…
Seeing the time down to 1:58 told him he lost far too much time! With the big man down, he grabs MAX by the tree trunk like leg of his, and pulls back in an attempted half crab, but MAX kicks him right out of the hold! Whether that was by pure strength mismatch or just the sheer girth of the limb was up to the fan watching to decide, but the velocity of the kick sent Leon into the ropes! MAX turned over and got back up to a crouched position as Leon rebounded from the ropes, MAX telegraphed the spinebuster attempt which Leon capitalized on with a brief hop over his arms, stepping up to tag MAX along the side of his ear wit a crisp step-up enziguri! MAX let out a groan as he rolled back over, with Leon maintaining a makeshift lateral press;
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2!
Kick out!
Leon sat up in mild disbelief as he stared up at the clock again; 1:01, we were just at the final minute to go of the challenge! MAX begins to crawl away while Leon quickly jumps up, then stomps on his foot! He took his foot in his hand, then twisted the ankle, finally laying down into “The Rose Vine” (long-duration ankle lock with grapevine), causing a look of anguish to shoot off MAX’ face as he cries out in a pain he hasn’t felt in a long time! The Gimnasio fell as silent as Thatcher and Mynx as Leon clutched and pulled and pleaded with MAX to just give up! MAX reached out to the ropes, but even with his long reach he just wasn’t there!
“TAAAAPPPPP!!” shouted Leon as MAX hovered one hand over the mat and the other on holding his shiny bald head! He couldn’t let himself tap out in his singles debut right? To a guy like Leon of all people? Leon pulls on the lock, prompting another yelp by MAX as he reaches his hand out…
Reaches out…
Reaches out…
And to the ropes with a mere 0:24 left on the clock!
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4!
Leon finally breaks the hold as we dip below twenty seconds!
Mynx: C’mon Leon, you can do this!
Thatcher: I’m on the edge of my seat for this!
Leon sits up, then rolls backwards to his feet as MAX begins to hobble, clearly favoring the leg - the same leg that’s been kicked, stomped, stretched you name it in this fight. Leon takes a step back, pulling his elbow pad down as he stretches his arm back. We all knew what was coming. Most of us anyway. MAX hobbled up to his feet, gingerly stepping, as he slowly began to turn around…
Leon pounced forward, bringing his elbow up!
*POW!!*
Just as Leon would bring his trademark roaring elbow to bear, MAX struck out, a last ditch “Let’s Get Dangerous” (Knockout Punch) would find it’s mark on Leon’s jaw, for the second time of the evening! Leon stumbled back, promptly falling flat on his back, just as MAX’ leg buckled under his weight, precariously falling over Leon in a pinning predicament!
1!
2!
BUZZ!!
The referee pulls the two of them apart before making his way to the announcers to make his decision. Nikki Mynx this time stood up with her own microphone to make the announcement.
Nikki Mynx: Ladies and gentlemen, since neither big MAX or dreamy Leon were able to secure the win in the allotted time, this match, is a draw!
The camera remains trained on the two who clearly did not look like they were in a draw, they both looked like they were in a fight, An old school, knock down, drag them out fight. Which, I suppose, was accurate. Nobody ever truly wins in a straight up fight. Nikki then took her seat alongside Derrick.
Thatcher: Well, we didn’t get a clear winner here tonight. But what a spectacle we saw.
Mynx: Poor Leon...if only he would have had one more second --
Thatcher: ...He would have gotten pinned by MAX?
Mynx: You’re always doubting the boy wonder, Derrick. Did he tell you you’re not hot?
Thatcher: *ahem* Well at any rate. I for one hope this isn’t the last time we see these two fight it out. That was a fantastic...styles clash.
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Backstage, we have several panels reading “Baumer Report” set up on all sides of a press box. Field reporter Baldwin Knight is seated at a desk in the center with an ear piece placed in his ear. He’s shuffling papers around on the des before getting the countdown from the director. Four, three, two…
Baldwin looks up, locking eyes directly with the camera, rather awkwardly it seemed, which could be chalked up to his inexperience being behind a live camera.
Baldwin Knight: Good evening, I’m Baldwin Knight on behalf of Baumer Report and in association with Knight Enterprises Ltd, with a breaking story coming out of this evening.
“Earlier tonight we witnessed an explosion of philosophies as Veronica Taylor, Jacob Hotstuff, and Bianca Davis, collectively known as The Upper Class, continued their disdain for everyone whom is different from them, which while that isn’t news in and of itself, we can also report that tensions from Stephen Callaway Nikoli Kuznetsov, and as of tonight apparently, Pendragon too, have raised animosity levels towards The Upper Class. Again, that doesn’t sound like news so much as “stating the obvious”, so let me get down to business. Minutes ago, Toby Knight, creative director of Whirlwind LLC issued a statement.
“Hey, if The Upper Class wants a fight, then they can get just that. Next month, at the our aptly named show Threads of Disloyalty, for the first time ever all three members of The Upper Class will be in action alongside each other as they take on Stephen Callaway and Pendragon in a two-on-three handicap match. Nikoli Kuznetsov’s status for this is under evaluation following preliminary reports of a trauma to the neck area in his match with Callaway earlier tonight. It’s likely it is just a stinger, but Whirlwind officials take personnel injuries very seriously and as such would like to evaluate him further before clearing him for a return to action.”
Baldwin knight: Next month, Stephen Callaway and Pendragon team up for the first time ever, to fight all three members of The Upper Class. How on Earth will they learn to work together to take on the seemingly well-oiled machine that is Jacob, Veronica, and Bianca? This has been Baldwin Knight in association with Baumer Report and Knight Enterprises Ltd, back to you Derrick and Nikki!
The Main Event
Samantha Tolson vs Joe Jones
Samantha Tolson vs Joe Jones
Thatcher: This is it, the pot of gold at the end of the month long rainbow, Sam Tolson finally gets her hands on Joe Jones!
Mynx: We knew this one wouldn't be cordial, the least of which based on the actions during the Biorhythm Scramble Match, but we've watched just heat and more heat get added to the fire over the past few weeks from both sides.
Thatcher: The misogynist Joe Jones looks to enforce his stone age views onto Sam and put her in her place, while Sam, not -so-unlike Joe, wants to just fight for her career her way.
Mynx: That's about where the similarities remain between these two though. Let's get to the ring!
The bell had barely rang before Sam launched herself right at Joe, taking him to the mat with a stiff lariat! Joe bounced down to the mat then rolled backwards directly away from Sam and back to his feet. Sam cocked her head to the side, almost daring Joe to make a move. And he did – albeit that “move” was a short pace a couple steps forward and back, not taking his eyes off of her the whole time. Sam rolled her eyes at the stalling and took the fight into her own hands, at her pace, stepping up to him and slipping behind him, her hands wrapped around him in a rear waistlock, crowd popping at the inevitable suplex they were expecting from the suplex machine!
...But so was Joe. He hooked his leg around the back of her shin, sweeping his leg to send her down to the mat. Sam looks up at Joe as he dusts his hands off, neither's eye blinking once.
She wasn't really “hurt” persay, just her pride that Joe Jones would score the first knockdown against her. She jumped back up to her feet, once more rushing Joe, this time Joe stepped back into the ropes, ordering the referee to do his job and back Sam up. As he does that, Joe quickly leaps into the fray, behind Sam, locking his hands around her waist. He starts to lift her off her feet – but Sam blocks that with a hard back elbow that dazes the fourteen year veteran, then she spins around and takes him into her arms and with one pivot step, slings him to the mat with a snap belly-to-belly suplex! Sam drops down to make the insta-cover off of him, hooking the near leg as she does;
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2 – Joe kicks out!
A frustrated Joe stomps his feet on the mat as he creates distance between the two of them, all the while Sam has a brief chuckle at his plight.
Thatcher: Joe tried to take Sam to the mat with her own game, and he paid the price for it...
Mynx: Why would you try to suplex a self-proclaimed suplex machine? Irony?
That's when Joe got another idea. He crawled back towards the center of the ring, but stayed there on all fours. Sam looked down at him, puzzled, while he slapped the mat, shouting “come on, if you're really so good...”
Mynx: Is he challenging her to...Olympic wrestling?
Thatcher: He's insane.
“You're crazy” Sam spouted off, but obliged him anyway. She approached his position, slowly wrapping one arm around his mid-section, then the other, when Joe started to strike quickly trying to power out and go behind Sam in the vulnerable crouching position, but Sam put a stop to that nonsense with a clubbing strike to the back and followed it up with a swift transition to a heelhook, wrenching and pulling on Joe's aged ligaments. Briefly, before letting HIM go.
Thatcher: That was clear as day. A message to Joe Jones that Sam Tolson is not one to be trifled with.
Mynx: Beat him at his own game...
Joe was livid by this point. Not only was he getting worked over by “a girl”, but she was making him look foolish for even trying. He stood up, kicking the bottom rope out of frustration while Sam got the idea to drop down to all fours herself. She slapped the mat, barking at him “Come on...you can have the first shot.” Joe looked at her incredulously. She slapped the mat again, she wasn't going anywhere. She was confident.
Mynx: Now now Sam, it's not nice to play with your food before you eat it...
Joe looked down at her again. He thought for a moment, then almost as quickly as it started, he seemed to know how to beat this chess puzzle. Slowly, he approached Sam, he started to put one arm around her mid-section, then backed off. Sam again, maybe a bit frustrated with him, slapped the mat louder. “Come on dude...I got all night...” This infuriated Joe, he rushed up to her, again putting an arm around her...and backing off.
“COW-ARD!”
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“COW-ARD!”
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“COW-ARD!”
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The Gimnasio egging it on didn't do well to cheer him up, but it made Sam chuckle a bit more. Joe took a deep breath, determined to not let it bother him...breathe in, breathe out. Breath in, breathe out. He backed up, then came in hot toward Sam, lifting his foot to connect with a punt kick to her abdomen, knocking her right out of the Olympic stance!
”BOOOOOOO!”
Thatcher: Wow! I can't believe him...
Mynx: All that build up just for him to take the cheap shot!
With Sam clutching at her ribs from the punt, Joe grabbed her from behind, cinching his hands around her waist and picking her up, hurling her to the mat with a crisp belly-to-back suplex. With a bridge, of course, the aim to pin her off one of her famous throws;
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Sam kicks out!
Mynx: That looked like a hard kick out...
Thatcher: You think? She just had the wind kicked out of her by the most bitter, shallow man I've watched compete. And considering we have The Upper Class on the roster, that's saying a lot!
Joe was the first one to his feet, albeit not for long before coming back down on her abdomen with a double fisted sledge, again causing her to wheeze from the impactful strike. He then flips her over onto her chest, and with one hand steadying her, he takes his other free hand and lights up her lower back with overhand strike after overhand strike until a mild shade of purple started to surface. Pleased with his handiwork, he stood up with a smug grin. “She'll remember that,” he must have thought to himself, before grabbing her by the hair rather unceremoniously, and taking her into a position for what looked to be a reverse DDT...
Thatcher: We saw this at Biorhythm! “Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am” could put Sam right out!
Joe takes her into the full “Cross Rhodes”motion , flips her over, when just before he can drop her she reaches her hands around his waist, then arches him back in a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex! Off the bridge, the referee makes the count;
”THAT WAS AWESOME!”
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Joe kicks out!
Mynx: Talk about a last minute save! Clutch!
Thatcher: She truly does know where she is in the ring at all times...
Joe finds himself on the mat and looking right up at Sam...when everything went dark! He sure felt it though. Felt what? The impact of her boot connecting with his face, over and over again much to the delight of the crowd! It was almost like every stomp was a feeling of vindication she was taking out of him...and that was something she liked even as much as the Gimnasio did. With enough stomps in, she finally let it go though, grabbing Joe by his short hair, pulling him to his feet. She makes a cutthroat motion with one hand before hunching Joe over with a toe kick, then slid his head in between her legs. She took his arms and pinned them behind his back, holding them tightly...
The Gimnasio roared in approval. They knew what was coming.
Thatcher: If she hits this, Joe is done for. Capital D. Capital O. Capital N. Capital E.
Mynx: The “Victory Star Alpha”...we also saw this at Biorhythm!
She lifts Joe up, Joe frantically kicking, thrashing about for the solution to the equation “how do you not get spiked on your head” when...call it what you will...an errant kick of his struck rather awkwardly at the side of her head, causing a massive shift with her stumbling and Joe leaning forward, landing in a sort of makeshift pin over her!
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Quickly the referee waves it off though as he points to the side...where Sam's foot was loosely draped over the bottom rope!
Thatcher: That wasn't even bowling shoe ugly, that was straight OOGLY.
Mynx: That was “Fell outta the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way to the bottom” ugly.
Joe sat up more than a little shaken up. But he survived. Then his eyes scanned the rope, sure enough, Sam's leg remained draped over the bottom. “Damn it” he cursed, before grabbing her by the arm and pulling her towards the center – until Sam came to life and rolled him into a small package!
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Joe flips the momentum on Sam!
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Sam kicks out!
”FIGHT FOREVER!”
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Thatcher: Joe Jones, finally getting some love here...
Mynx: He and Sam earned that, these two may never be truly done with each other after a classic like this!
Joe sat up on his knees, the sweat was starting to pour down his face by now. Sam was a little slower but also got to her knees. The two locked eyes with the other, with a look you know just had to read “what do I have to do?”
Joe was the first to lurch forward, throwing a clearly fatigued punch at Sam that she easily caught, before returning one to him, right on the chin! Joe reeled a bit, then lurched a thrust at her, catching her in the throat as she gasped for air! On wobbly legs, he slowly stood up, towering over her as he reached down to grab her by the hand and pull her up...that is, until she stomped on his foot! Joe let out a yelp but Sam wasn't moving her foot off of his! He was kinda stuck there as she unloaded chop after chop after chop onto his bare chest, each one causing more and more blood to rush to the surface as he turned bright red until she finally ended the sequence with a STIFF headbutt, knocking Joe back to his knees!
Thatcher: This crowd is coming unglued for these two!
Sam finally took some steps back, lowering one knee pad as she shouted “It's over!” with a point to Joe. She backed into the ropes then rocketed towards Joe “Mind Your Head” (Running V-Trigger) was the only thing on the horizon as everyone leapt from their seats!
She was coming closer...
Closer...
Closer...
UNTIL JOE JONES JUMPED UP AND BLASTED AN UPPERCUT RIGHT TO HER BREAST!!
Blatantly, right in front of the official, of course there was no other choice than to call for the bell on the disqualification...
Sam slumped to the mat in a heap as she held her chest in her arms while Joe staggered his way out of the ring. The nightmare was over. Over question mark?
Mynx: What the ****?! He literally punched her right in the tit! What a jerk, I thought he was better than that. I take back my praise after the fight forever chant...
Thatcher: No, this was Joe sending a message. He's so bitter, so petty, that he'd rather lose to himself than to Sam. And, while we can speculate that Sam was about to knock his head clean off, officially all we can say is “Sam Tolson didn't beat Joe Jones, Joe Jones beat Joe Jones”...
Mynx: Look at him there. He's just taking a walk. He knows exactly what he did, and these fans hate him for it! He ruined a classic match! No one would have looked down on him or Sam if they lost. Nothing to be ashamed of! Buuuutttt, no! Joe had to take the low road and deny us all the true answer to the question “Who is better, Sam or Joe?”
Thatcher: I have got to see the next match with these two...about as much as I'm dying to find out what Bryan Blaze has chosen to defend the Whirlwind Championship under! Is it Truth, or Dare?!
Mynx: Well you don't have to wait long because here he comes now!
The Whirlwind Logo flashes briefly on screen followed by a “#TruthorDare” graphic.
Derrick Thatcher: Up next is the moment we’ve all been anxiously anticipating.
Nikki Mynx: It’s time for Truth or Dare...BAY BAY!
The opening siren to “Indestructible” by Disturbed screeches throughout the Gimnasio Nuevo León as the crowd in attendance become unglued! A thunderous chant of “BRY-AN BLAZE...BAYBAY!” rocks the arena! Finally, as the siren stops and the opening lyrics begin, Bryan Blaze peels back the curtain and walks out onto the stage in what appears to be his usual ring attire, black pants with his patented Blaze design as well as a navy blue tee that reads simply “#BAYBAY” in bold white italicized letters across his chest. He stops in the center of the stage, as he raises the Whirlwind Championship belt up in the air with his right hand, before letting it drape over his right shoulder. As he looks out to his adoring Whirlwind fans, he smiles and begins to strut down the ramp.
“Please welcome YOUR WHIRLWIND CHAMPION! BRYAN….BLLLLLAAAAAZZZEEEEEE!!”
Crowd: BAY BAY!
Once again the roof nearly blasts off of the Gimnasio. Blaze calmly walks down the ramp, and up the steel ring steps, stepping between the ropes and into the ring where he is handed a microphone.
As Blaze stands in the dead center of the ring, the fans once again roar, this time with a chant of “BAYBAY! BAYBAY!” Which brings a genuine smile to the Champion’s face.
Bryan Blaze: Wow, you guys are certainly wound up tonight!
The fans again break out with “BRY-AN BLAZE” chants. Blaze allows them to go on with it, lowering his mic for a few minutes before returning it to his lips.
Bryan Blaze: So I guess everyone is wondering my decision. Truth...or Dare?!
The crowd bursts out in a thunderous chant of “Si! Si! Si!”.
After the chant dies down a bit, the camera briefly fixates on the entrance way, as Samantha Tolson quietly walks through the curtain with a steel chair in hand. Back in the ring, Blaze sees Tolson, but is apparently unsure what to think of her quiet entrance. He continues.
Bryan Blaze: Biorhythm was such an important and special night for me as a competitor for a lot of reasons.
But so is tonight.
See, my journey to this moment in time, this moment in my career...it’s been an unbelievable roller coaster. Just six months ago, I thought I was done. I thought that this business had passed me by. Many called me a has-been. Many others called me a never-was. I wasn’t sure which claim had more credence, but I was sure one of them was bang on. I was at a low point in my career.
I’ve been called so many things in my, gee...almost ten year career now. I’ve been a villain, I’m been a hero. I’ve been a Champion, and I’ve been a scapegoat. Any role you can think of, and I was, at one point or another, a poster boy for it.
So for Whirlwind Wrestling to take this chance on signing me...it may very well have been a turning point. I promised you all, but most importantly, I promised myself. No more running. No more excuses. No more playing the role of what people thought I was, or what someone wanted me to be. It was time to be true to myself.
The fans all of a sudden break out with a chant of “TRUTH! TRUTH! TRUTH!”. Which brings a smile to the Champion.
Bryan Blaze: The result, as you all now know, was this.
He, once again, hoists the Whirlwind Wrestling Championship belt up in the air, in his right hand. The fans roar in approval: “BAY BAY!”
Bryan Blaze: It doesn’t stop there. It can’t stop there. I’ve scratched and I’ve clawed to get back to this point. To once again be called “Champion”. I’ll be damned if anyone DARES take it from me. Nobody will ever cause me to lose relevance again. I will not allow it. This belt, it’s not just for me, it’s for EVERYONE who ever had a dream that was called silly or impossible. For anyone held down by a boss or anyone at all. For anyone who was pushed around.
I am the Whirlwind Wrestling Champion and…
Blaze moves closer to the ropes, as he stares directly at Sam Tolson who is still seated on the stage.
Bryan Blaze: I DARE anyone to take it from me. To take it from US!
Derrick Thatcher: Well...looks like we have our answer!
The crowd absolutely explodes! Thunderous chants of “BLAZE! TOLSON! BLAZE! TOLSON!” Nearly tear the roof off of the Gimnasio! Samantha Tolson grins as she stands from her chair on the stage.
Derrick Thatcher: And I think we have someone who will dare to take that championship away from Bryan Blaze!
Nikki Mynx: She is one tough customer. Bryan might have just bit off more than he can chew!
Sam Tolson slowly starts to make her way down to the ring. Bryan back up from the ropes in the ring, takes the Whirlwind title and lays it on on the mat in front of him and smirks as Sam, pauses, glances out into the crowd and sports a little smile herself. The crowd is eating it up, they want Blaze vs Tolson right here and right now!
Derrick Thatcher: Will she, or won't she!
As loud as the crowd is, the cheers, the fans pleading for Sam to take off and charge into the ring and go to war with Bryan Blaze, those cheers suddenly turn to boos as Joe Jones emerges from the back, quickly makes his way down to the ring, bumping into Sam Tolson and knocking her out of the way.
Derrick Thatcher: What the? Joe Jones just....just knocked Sam Tolson out of the way!
Nikki Mynx: He'll end up paying for that!
As Sam Tolson gathers herself by the guard rails, Joe Jones is already in the ring, and marches right up to Bryan Blaze, stepping over the Whirlwind Championship!
Derrick Thatcher: These two are eyeball to eyeball!
Nikki Mynx: You have to give Joe credit. He bit on the dare!
Blaze and Joe are trash talking each other, trying to push and shove one another with their foreheads and the fans are just eating this up, especially when Sam Tolson takes off for the ring. She slides under the bottom rope and knocks Joe down by hitting him the in back of the head! Samantha gets a couple of kicks in as Joe scurries back to hsi feet. Samantha shoves Joe into the turnbuckles, and takes him by his hair and a handful of trunks, and sends him flying up and over the top rope, depositing him on the cold concrete floor below much to the excitement and approval of the fans. From there, she nods politely at Bryan, then asks for a microphone, waiting as one is handed to her.
Samantha Tolson: Pardon the interruption there, Bryan...but now that the trash has at least been tossed on the ground, let's talk about business…
Samantha calms herself before starting again.
Samantha Tolson: You know, a lot of what you just told these good people, Bryan, really resonates with me. Just check around social media, and you'll see what I mean. People see me in any number of ways, but what they fail to see until it's too late is that I'm a competitor. And that I'm a damn good one at that, one of the absolute best in the world. That punta there, Joe Jones?
Samantha points at Joe, who has leaned against the ropes with an angry look on his face.
Samantha Tolson: He found out the hard way, right here in this ring tonight, exactly why you don't cross me. But, I'm getting off topic here. See, the absolute last thing I would ever want to do to you, Bryan, is to render you irrelevant. I mean, hell, I've seen your work around the world. I'm a fan, I really am. And like I said before Biorhythm, you and me one on one? That's a bucket list match.
Derrick Thatcher: Sam touching on some of her words prior to our first show.
Nikki Mynx: Tolson versus Blaze would pack any arena, anywhere in the world, period.
Samantha Tolson: But see, you talked about a lot of things that really made me swallow my heart for a moment up there on the stage. You talked about being held down...and I've been held down before. You talked about being told your dreams are silly or impossible...and Lord knows there have been enough people try and convince me of that. And you talked about being pushed around...and people throughout my career have tried really, really damn hard to push me into the boxes they wanna check off for me.
Samantha pauses, letting that sink in for both herself and Bryan.
Nikki Mynx: She's not wrong. There have been countless promoters and wrestlers around the world try to categorize her, and they've all found it impossible.
Derrick Thatcher: How do you pigeonhole a woman who can kick your ass seven different ways and still look like a freaking model while she does it?
Samantha Tolson: See, Bryan, I figure that you versus me, with the Whirlwind Championship on the line, isn't about one of us trying to invalidate the other. I see it as two premium athletes in the prime of their careers going to battle, and giving the fans a show for the ages. But make no mistake, Bryan...while I'm a fan of yours, I'm also not intimidated by you in the least. And the TRUTH of the matter?
Samantha steps across the line drawn by the title, looking directly into Bryan's eyes as she raises the microphone back to her lips...but she's interrupted by a charging Jones, who spears her down to the mat!
Derrick Thatcher: This Joe guy, he just won't let it rest!
Joe is able to get a few rights in on Samantha before Bryan Blaze knocks Joe off of her. Joe is quick to roll to his feet where Bryan and Joe lock up in a flurry of rights as they just try to knock each other the hell out. The crowd is just eating this up, a bunch of happy babies being spoonfed yummy mouthfuls of fists of rage! As Bryan and Joe try to KO one another, Samantha gets to her feet and he charges, jumps and throws herself in mist of the Hockey fight by landing a flying right on Joe Jones. In a instant, quicker than you can say Instagram, Samantha and Bryan Blaze (baybay!) have ganged up on old Joe Jones and before too long, he's outnumbered and over powered. The Blazin' Tolson duo send Joe into the ropes, and follow closely behind where they hit a double clotheslines on Joey sending him flipping over the top rope and crashing on the floor once again on the outside of the ring.
Nikki Mynx: Bryan and Samantha have cleared the ring of trash!
Derrick Thatcher: And Joe is not happy about it either!
Joe slams his hands on the floor before getting back to his feet a little dejected. He points at Bryan Blaze as he's being heckled by the fans at ring side.
Derrick Thatcher: We're out of time folks! For WhirlWind Wrestling, I'm Derek Thatcher!
Joe Jones: THAT IS MY TITLE BRYAN! I'M THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!
Nikki Mynx: I'm Nikki Mynx and we'll see you next time!
As the show fades from the airwaves, Bryan holds the ropes open for Joe telling him to come on in…
