Whirlwind Wrestling LLC: Genesis Wave (7/29/2019)
Jul 29, 2019 11:03:02 GMT -8
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Post by @whirlwind_LLC on Jul 29, 2019 11:03:02 GMT -8
Fade in to reveal the Bad Ass James Kelloggs sitting on a fancy chaise lounge in middle of the ring. The chase lounge is something straight out of a french palace. Gold and very ornate with a red velvet cushion. While James is laying down on the lounge in a very nice suit I might add, he is not alone.
The cat calls and whistling from the male demo of tonight’s live audience gives away that James has a couple of guests for tonight. Standing behind the lounge and feeding grapes one by one is a very scantily clad Latina with huge, busting out of her top breasts. Busty as her name is known, is holding a gold cup full of fresh picked grapes. She takes a grape and places it in her mouth, with her big plump lips holding the grape while Busty then leans over, and how she doesn’t fall out of her top is a miracle and kisses James thus popping the grape in his mouth. Yes, it looked and felt creepy. Another blonde wearing a string bikini straight from Wickedweasel.com is slowly fanning James with a huge feather fan, the feathers being like, 6 feet long. Blondie is at James’s feet and in her high heels, is like 6 feet tall herself with legs that seem to go on forever like some of the highways in Mexico. And finally, finishing off the set of indulgence, is a smoking hot redhead on all fours in a short schoolgirl skirt, a white blouse that must be missing several buttons and her red lacy bra peeks out from time to time. In her mouth is a gag ball and James is using her as an end table where he has a glass of red wine sitting in the small of her back.
The crowd is all standing and cheering. Soon they break out in a “THIS IS AWESOME!” chant.
James Kelloggs: “Listen up you bunch of bitches!”
Cheap pop.
James Kelloggs: “Let’s make one thing real clear! Tonight! This is the Bad Ass Show! Fuck Whirlwind Wrestling! Ain’t no one want to see that shit!”
Followed by booes.
James Kelloggs: “What?”
More booes.
James Kelloggs: “How dare you boo me! Don’t you know who the fuck I am?”
The crowd then yell “NO!” at James, which causes his to spit out his grape and sit up, all pissed off.
James Kelloggs: “Don’t make me come out there and beat all of you asses!”
Which is followed by laughter. James slides off the chaise lounge and stands up being all defiant towards this rowdy crowd here tonight.
James Kelloggs: “I didn’t just drive some 1000 miles to be treated like this! If it wasn’t for me! This shit hole of a company wouldn’t have even been here! I demand you cheer me!”
The crowd then throws a curve ball to James. They start a “WE WANT SCRAPPY!” chant much to the dismay of James, who gets all red in the face and crosses his tiny little arms and shakes his head no several times. This of course only eggs on the crowd more and the chant gets louder and louder.
James Kelloggs: “YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!”
“YES!”
“YES!”
“YES!”
James Kelloggs: “NO!”
Crowd: “YES!”
James Kelloggs: “NO!”
Crowd: “YES!”
James Kelloggs: “NO!”
Crowd: “YES!”
James Kelloggs: “NO!”
Crowd: “YES!”
James Kelloggs: “FINE!”
And the crowd cheers. James holds up his index finger, sets the mic down on his human end table and turns around. He slowly slides off his coat and lets it drop to the mat. He then removes his tie and throws it at the chase lounge all mad. He starts to undo the buttons on his shirt and looks out to the crowd as he does with a scowl on his face. James then tears his shirt off and spins around to reveal a custom made shirt, a shirt that has Scrappy Do on it with a red circle and a line through him. James is flipping the bird and starts trash talking as he walks towards the ropes and the crowd gives him hell. James backpedals and holds his arms outwards and soaks it in as the very lively crowd throws a ton of heat on him.
James picks up the mic off of his end table.
James Kelloggs: “Suck! My! Fucking! Dick! BItches!”
More heat.
James Kelloggs: “Speaking of cocksuckers. It’s time we get this show started! My show!”
Crowd: “What?”
James Kelloggs: “The best ten minutes of your life!”
Crowd: “What?”
James Kelloggs: “The most satisfying hour on all of television today!”
Crowd: “What?”
James Kelloggs: “Present by the host with the most!”
Crowd: “What?”
James Kelloggs: “Who can deliver the goods if you know what I mean!”
Crowd: “What?”
James Kelloggs: “Your wife's and girlfriend’s next boyfriend!”
Crowd: “What?”
James Kelloggs: “Your daughter’s little dirty secret! The Bad Ass one! Pull up a chair and get cozy because it’s going to get real! This is my show! The Bad Ass Show! And give a warm welcome you bunch of bitches to my first guest! My best buddy! Your boyfriend’s next boyfriend and the rightful and truthful International Whirlwind Champion! A man who was cheated out of that title, who will capture his title here tonight! An icon in this sport! Give it up for Double J JOE JONES!”
Boos as Nightclub’s Dear Enemy plays and the former WW Champion, the longest reigning champion walks out from the back in sandals, cargo shorts and a white wife beater shirt. He pauses at the top of the stage and removes his shades and flips the earpieces in and slides them over the collar of his shirt. The crowd is giving him hell. Joe waves them off and makes his way down to the ring.
James in the meanwhile is holding the ropes open for this lovely ladies of Whirlwind Wrestling to exit the ring. Joe climbs into the ring and James is all excited to see him, walking out to the center of the ring with his arms out for a bro hug, and they do in fact hug each other, but Joe didn’t bend down or knee down to hug James, and Joe wraps his hands and arm around James’s head and holds him tightly…...as the crowd laughs pretty good.
James is crotch high to Joe, and thus is getting a face full of Joe’s stuff. Joe closes his eyes and tilts his head back as James starts to tap out and taps Joe’s thighs and tries to escape. He eventually does and backpedals away from Joe. James places his hands on his hips, all mad. Joe covers his mouth and acts like he can’t believe that just happened.
The crowd chants “ONE MORE TIME!”
James wags his finger and shouts “NO!”
“ONE MORE TIME!”
Again, James shouts “NO!”
Joe then drops to one knee and holds his arms out. “Come on Little Buddy! Bring it in!”
James shots Joe a look for calling him a little buddy,but then gives in a they hug.
The crowd goes “AH!!!!” and after they stop hugging each other, they quickly start up a “ONE MORE TIME” chant, to which, Joe and James hug it out one more time to a huge applause.
Joe stands up and catches a mic that was tossed towards him.
Joe Jones: “Man! Before we get into it, I just have to say this. It feels damn good to be back in this ring, to be back in Mexico! To be back in Whirlwind Wrestling!”
Cheers from everyone.
Joe Jones: “I feel I speak for everyone when I say that all of us have unfinished business here! Whirlwind Wrestling came and went way too quickly and let’s hope, this time! It sticks around! We were just starting to knock on something great the last time and from me, from James here and everyone in the back that is not currently out here in this ring, We want to give you a big thank you to everyone who didn’t forget about us and bought a ticket for tonight! From the bottom of our hearts, Thank you!”
Big round of applause from everyone.
Joe Jones: “Personally! This has touched me. It has warmed my heart! You have spoken directly to my soul! And I couldn’t be happier…...it just means so much to me guys, that you are here tonight. Here to watch me, beat that fraud of a champion’s ass here! In middle of this ring! MY RING! In MY ARENA! To bare witness to watching me capture MY title away from that big goof Stevie Callaway! He stole my belt and you bet your ass that I will getting that back where it belongs, right here tonight!”
And they boo.
Joe Jones: “How dare he calls him the International Whirlwind Champion! He has done nothing but disrespect that belt! You know! I will just say it! There is a reason why when he got lucky and “won” my belt, this place instantly snapped shut its doors! When little Stevie Callway is your champion, your company is no longer profitable! That isn’t me just getting a dig in, that is a fact! While I put asses in seats as you can see here tonight! That bum Stevie Callaway chases them out of the building!”
More boos.
Joe Jones: “Tonight! Oh yeah! I’m getting my belt back! And when I do, it will go down as the 3 seconds that will changed professional wrestling forever and launch this company once again, back to the forefront of pro wrestling today! Once again! Your savior is here to save the day, save this company and take out the trash!”
Cold’s “Remedy” begins to play and a huge pop shakes the building as the current International Whirlwind Champion slowly walks out from the back with the belt on his shoulder. Joe and James talk among themselves as Stephen slowly makes his way out from the back and looks down at the former champion and his opponent in tonight’s main event.
Stephen Callaway - You want to blame me for Whirlwind not being on TV? You looked closer to home? I mean I took one look at your ugly mug on a monitor in the back and I wanted to change the channel.
The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and laughter. Joe Jones rolls his eyes and mouths “Yeah, Okay buddy.”.
Stephen Callaway: Being what I thought was the last champion of a company out of business amused me. To win a title but never getting to defend it, never getting all the perks, bells and whistles that come with being the champion. But as I stand here I look at you. While the look of your face is making me queasy to the point I regret having such a big lunch, I like seeing you standing there because I know that Whirlwind is indeed back on the air. But I'm sure all these people didn't part with their cash to watch you and I engage in conversation.
More cheers.
Stephen Callaway - They paid to see wrestling, they paid to see a fight. To use some phrases I heard come from a monitor in the back 'Little Stevie Callaway is YOUR champion and your savior is here to save the day, save this company and take out the trash! So how about I come down there, rearrange your mug to something vaguely presentable and Calsi Kick your Tiny Tim so hard he gains that extra three feet!"
This causes James to get all fired up! He starts to shout words that can’t be repeated on TV towards Stephen who can’t help but smirk. Joe gets in front of him and holds him back from leaving the ring and tries to calm him down. It takes a second or two for Joe to get James to settle down, when he does he turns his attention back to Stephen.
Joe Jones: “We don’t have to wait till later tonight Stevie! We can do this right now big boy!”
Stephen Callaway drops the mike to the floor and removes his coat before heading to the ring. Joe ditches the mic and tears his shirt off and gets ready for Callaway to climb into the ring. Officer Brent Justice, Head of Security runs out from the back and chases after Callaway as he charges into the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to his feet, where Joe charges at him, missing with a wild running lariat, Callaway ducking in under that, bouncing off the ropes, as Joe stops, turns and catches a huge clothesline by Callaway, sending him up and over the top rope and out of the ring to the approval of the crowd! When Joe lands on the concrete floor he is pissed, slapping the floor with his hands and quickly turning to get back in that ring! Callaway takes a couple of steps backwards, where James attempts to chop block him in the back of the knee, but it doesn’t work.
Callaway snaps around and spots the pint sized brawler. James turns white as a ghost as Callaway then reaches for him, but James barely escapes the Champion, just as Brent Justice slides into the ring. James starts to run in a circle around Callaway, Brent chasing him and Callaway taking after both of them. That is when Joe climbs up on the ring apron looking to sling himself into the ring and tackle Callaway, but Callaway spots him, and winds up that big size 12 of his his and goes to hit his Claymore Kick on Joe, but Joe ducks and jumps off of the apron and away from Callaway’s huge foot flying at him over the top rope! James makes his exit out of the ring on the other side. Brent then makes sure he doesn’t get back in the ring as James makes his way around the ring to join Joe is slowly backing his way up the ramp while running his mouth at Callaway.
At the onset of the bell, RUIN took his sweet time with some basic stretches while the masked dragon waited patiently. Referee James Farva asked if the much older RUIN was ready, to which he yawned “sure”, in a very non-focused way. Pendragon quickly approached at that signal, taking the veteran’s wrist and whipping him back into the ropes. RUIN caught the top rope however and halted his momentum, stepping through the ropes and to the apron. Pendragon watched before bringing his foot up to catch RUIN’s face – which RUIN blocked with both hands, shoving back the masked man. A quick blank stare later and RUIN had hopped down from the apron, hands thrown up in disrespect at Pendragon.
Thatcher: RUIN showing absolutely no desire or even care to earn his paycheck here it seems. Not to mention a complete lack of respect for the fan favorite Pendragon…
Pendragon meanwhile rebounded off the opposite ropes to sprint towards RUIN’s side of the floor, the veteran turning and putting both hands up in fear. Pendragon however once at the ropes stopped short of diving through them, instead quickly stepping between them to the apron, followed by a short jump off the apron with his fists joined together in a makeshift double-fisted sledge! RUIN in his state takes the full brunt of the strike on his spine, which reminded him to drop to a knee with a hand briefly on his spine, as if in pain. Pendragon looked curiously at the situation, almost befuddled at RUIN’s mannerisms.
Thatcher: What a stance by the veteran to withstand the masked dragon’s early onslaught question mark.
Pendragon continued the offense with a slap to the back of RUIN’s head, followed by a back rake which prompted a back elbow to the face from RUIN. Pendragon stumbled back on the impact while RUIN began to rally. He turned, taking Pendragon into a side headlock as he does so. He drags the dragon back to the announce table, slamming him off the top of it, face first! Pendragon recoils as he drops to a knee while RUIN flexes to the Monterrey natives that clearly are not into him at all.
Thatcher: Is he on something? It’s like he’s shrugging off pain faster than it would happen. Like some real life Bullshark Testosterone…
RUIN continues, taking Pendragon’s head in both his hands before throwing him into the apron – but Pendragon grabs RUIN’s arm and whips him into the apron instead! Or would, had RUIN not stopped himself, almost afraid of making contact with the ring. Pendragon helped him along though, with a straight kick to the spine that pushed him chest first into the apron! RUIN let out a very visible, loud gasp as his lungs were almost crushed by the ring. Pendragon then takes RUIN by the back of his head and slides him into the ring under the bottom rope, followed up by a quick lateral press and a one count, with RUIN rolling over onto his chest.
Pendragon sits up on his knees and it was then that, after monitoring RUIN’s most recent behavior, he realized what the veteran was doing to him. RUIN was slow to get to his hands and knees while Pendragon stood up, bringing his foot under the veteran and into his gut like a field goal kick! The impact sent him right back to the mat in a heap.
Thatcher: GGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!
RUIN was helped up to his knees by Pendragon, who began lighting him up with a series of mid-high kicks to his chest. A one! Two! Three! But after the third, RUIN instead hardened his chest and puffed it out, almost begging for another. Pendragon obliged...but with a hard kick to the face, sending the veteran to the mat with his eyes rolled in the back of his head!
Thatcher: If RUIN was trying to absorb everything, he wasn’t going to absorb that kick! Geez, you could count to a thousand and he still wouldn’t get up.
As Thatcher had alluded to, RUIN was on the proverbial dream street while Pendragon stepped over him with one foot placed on his chest. James Farva drops down to make the elementary count;
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2!
3!
Cruz Bleckley: Your winner as a result of a pinfall, PEEENNNNDDRRRAAGGGOOONNN!!
The masked dragon nonchalantly stood up, albeit not without kicking dirt over RUIN’s body metaphorically. Though you couldn’t see it in his face, clearly he was upset over the lackadaisical contest he just put together.
Farva raised Pendragon’s arm in victory but it didn’t take long before the masked man pulled away. With respect, he motioned to Cruz Bleckley for his mic and the crowd quieted down in anticipation.
Pendragon: It’s been a long time. I’ve missed this. But…
He motioned to RUIN, who was still out cold.
Pendragon: This is not how I intended my homecoming to be. I fight for honor, for respect, glory...and this man is none of these things. I still hunger for the competition, and the pride that comes with delivering the show I’m capable of, rather than that which I’m allowed to give. So, with that said;
?: Well if it’s a fight you want...
Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy” started to send this capacity crowd into a frenzy as the man who needed no introduction made his appearance very known. MAX Danger stepped into the shot with chants of...
...breaking out, before he could speak.
MAX Danger: Y’know if you want a real fight, big MAX ain’t got a thing to do tonight, and you look like you still more than a little thirsty. Ya dig? What say you?
The crowd was eagerly awaiting the favorable reply. It didn’t take the masked dragon long to make a decision, while MAX made his way to the ring.
Thatcher: Well what do you know. We’ve got an impromptu match here with a big fight feel, between two guys who only want and expect the best in competition!
As the bell rang, MAX slid into the ring. Dragon took a step back and jumped onto the second rope to spring back to MAX with the “Turn of the Tide” (Disaster Kick) to which MAX slides underneath! Pendragon lands on his feet however, while MAX springs up, and, with a discus spin, brings his big meaty fist up to the masked dragon’s face, his signature “Let’s Get Dangerous” (WMD), which Pendragon narrowly evades for his own safety! The two stand in front of each other, a pair of nods of approval shared between competitors.
Thatcher: Look at the show of respect!
The two move to a lock up with MAX taking the early advantage via side headlock. MAX wrenches on it for a moment before Pendragon slides out thanks to his leg tripping MAX up. MAX stumbles forward which allows Pendragon to go behind, his hands wrapped around MAX’ waist in a rear waistlock. He starts to heave him back, but MAX puts the brakes on, breaking the hold with a terrific show of strength! The two return to the way things started.
Thatcher: MAX got into a bit of trouble there with his gambit to out technique the dragon, but with his strength he managed to compensate accordingly. Well played, big guy. You’ve learned much in your year off.
Pendragon knew he would not be able to out power the big man, but with his experience, he knew he could out think him. All it took was waiting for the one misplay. He starts to grapple MAX once again, but this time as MAX is drawn in, Pendragon takes the last moment step back to instead grab his arm, taking him to the mat with an unexpected arm drag. From the prone position, Pendragon transitions to an armbar. MAX lets out a grunt for a moment before pulling his arm free. Pendragon rolls back, then connects with a double booted dropkick to the face. MAX lurches back while Pendragon hooks the near leg for a quick cover;
1!
MAX kicks out!
Thatcher: Now we have a fight!
Pendragon gets back to his feet quick, just in time to get caught by an uppercut to the gut by the mixed martial arts legend that slowed him to a crawl! MAX continued the onslaught with a boxing jab and a second, also targeting the now damaged midsection of the masked dragon, the impact of his hits pushing him back into the ropes. MAX then hooks Pendragon up in a vertical suplex, taking him straight up.
...Before bringing Pendragon back down to spring his legs off the top rope, and catapult over his shoulder completing the suplex! MAX falls back onto Pendragon, reaching back to hook the far leg as Farva counts;
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2!
Pendragon rolls his shoulder off the mat!
Thatcher: What a move, an innovative slingshot suplex by MAX Danger!
MAX was clearly the quicker to his feet as he awaited Pendragon. He cocked his fist back as the raucous crowd woo’d and cheered for the most feared punch in the entire Whirlwind. Pendragon slowly climbed to his feet, still disoriented after that slingshot suplex when MAX let out a primal yell – which was all Pendragon needed to get his wits about him and instinctively duck the incoming punch that surely would have been his...End Game. MAX found himself way over-extended, having followed through with the punch which Pendragon took to his advantage by sliding behind the big man and taking him into a rear headlock before driving him to the mat with a release german suplex!
Thatcher: The one misplay the masked dragon was looking for…
MAX ends up folded like an accordion as Pendragon sits up to survey the action. He didn’t even have to think about the next move as the correct play was obvious. Quickly, he scampered to MAX and locked his hands around the big guy’s neck, the “Geas” (Tazzmission) being fully applied. MAX struggled, even rolling back to place both of Pendragon’s shoulders to the mat and prompting a count by referee Farva;
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2!
Pendragon rolled to the side, keeping the hold locked on as MAX’ movements finally slowed. Farva reaches down to check on MAX.
He raises his arm once – it falls haplessly to the mat!
He raises his arm twice – CRASH!
Thatcher: Oh gim’me a break!
The camera pans back to reveal none other than RUIN, stood above Pendragon with a steel chair pointed downward at the devastating submission!
Thatcher: That old man gave no effort, yet is jealous of two other guys putting on a clinic. What a...forget it.
RUIN turns his attention to MAX as he smashes the chair across the big man’s chest to force the no contest! MAX rolls away with his hands clutching at his chest in a heap. Meanwhile RUIN stands tall with the chair raised into the air in one hand. The crowd turns to booes which quickly turn to cheers as Pendragon rises behind him, wrapping his hands around the veteran’s neck, pulling him into the “Geas”! RUIN flails about ineffectively as the air quickly begins to escape his lungs...until the lights go out!
Thatcher: Damn it, it’s only our first night back, what the hell!
When they come back on, a man in a dark hood stood behind Pendragon, quickly slamming the back of his head with what looked like a silver restaurant serving tray! The impact caused dragon to release the hold as he slowly crumpled to a knee. RUIN gasped for air as he turned around to see the hooded man, then a smile slowly crept across his face…
Thatcher: What?! Was he in on it? No one likes RUIN though…
The man flung his hood back, revealing Monte “The Python” – the infamous “gopher” around the Whirlwind offices.
Thatcher: What the actual hell…
RUIN puts a pair of stomps to Pendragon while Monte reaches behind himself to remove a breadstick from his pocket and placing it in his mouth. The crowd goes to a deafening level of booes while Pendragon remains on the mat, RUIN and Monte’s feet stood atop him like a hunting trophy. The two men enjoying a breadstick after their conquest all the same…
Thatcher: What a petty display! What does it hurt RUIN or Monte if Pendragon and MAX are having a great match? Why interrupt that and spoil the entertainment for our fans?
A medic team arrives at ringside to tend to Pendragon and MAX while event security escorts Monte and RUIN away.
Thatcher: Folks, how exactly will Pendragon and MAX respond? Surely, it won’t be by standing idly by...
“Baby I’m worth it” hits over the public address system as the fans begin to boo loudly knowing that Whirlwind’s most infamous duo Veronica Taylor, and Bianca Davis are about to make their entrance to the arena. As the red carpet rolls out from the back and paparazzi appear as from the back steps Wrestling's Prettiest Tag Team The Pretty Committee. Veronica Taylor is dressed in her pink ring gear with her entrance robe over it, and Hollywood style sunglasses. Bianca Davis is dressed in a black top, pink mini skirt, and black high heel boots, and a black gucci bag slung over her shoulder. Veronica takes out a selfie stick and her and Bianca pose arrogantly as the flash bulbs from the paparazzi and her self stick takes pictures of the arrogant duo. As they walk, the two take selfies with their selfie stick and even fake allow the fans to participate but then they move away, mocking them before taking more selfies of themselves. They continue, sauntering their way toward the steel steps, ordering the referee to lower the ropes for them. Which they do as they climb up taking the time for more selfies of themselves for the booing fans. Veronica, then enters followed by Bianca. They join each other in the center of the ring for more selfies, and arrogant posing, soon enough Bianca barks at the stage hand for a microphone she is handed over and snatched two microphones and handed one to her bestie, and Bianca soon put it up to her perfectly glossed lips. As she began to speak in her normal arrogant tone.
Bianca Davis: Attention basics, freaks, ratchet hoes, thots, and all other lower degenerate life forms. Please stand at attention and adore at will the women who you paid to see! So clap your filthy hands for wrestling’s prettiest, most popular, and most slaytastic tag team. The PRETTY COMMITTEE YOU MAY ADORE AT WILL NOW FUGGOS!
The fans of course greet this with even louder boos. Which Bianca, and Veronica don’t take well too. The reaction rolling their eyes at the “basics” in attendance as soon Bianca then shrieks loudly over the microphone.
Bianca Davis: I SAID ADORE US BASICS! WE’RE BETTER THAN YOU!
The boos only grow louder as Bianca begins to get upset, however, Veronica moves closer and whispers something in her ear, Which causes Bianca to calm down and a smirk to grow as the two share a catty giggle. Veronica begins to speak.
Veronica Taylor: Don’t worry about these basics doll. They are just not used to seeing such beauty in front of them. I mean like hello these are the same people who cheered for Basic Blaze, Sam Dogface Tolson, and the Fuggo Dragon. I don’t think they would know what true beauty and star power is if it walked up and slapped them in the face. BUt then again who would want to touch any of these basics. EWW!
The fans booed loudly as Veronica, and Bianca share a laugh at their expense as Veronica counties on the microphone flipping her hair in a smug fashion, and placing a hand on her hip.
Veronica Taylor: Like come on you uggos know it’s all true. That’s why you boo us? Because you want us but can’t have us. And we don’t blame you I mean it’s people like you who make us even richer, who blew up Divinity Unlimited into signing us because they knew like all of you that you couldn’t live without us. And see, Mexico now? This is our Queendom we run the show here whether you like it or not, it doesn’t matter.
Bianca Davis: So bow down to your Queens of Whirlwind. The fairest queens of them all.
Veronica Taylor: The fairest of the fair.
They do a playful nuzzle which causes the fans to boo even louder at their antics. As they turn to the fans laughing at them. As Bianca soon begins to speak pointing to the bag next to her.
Bianca Davis: Now I know what all of you are thinking. What type of fabulous thing do you have in the bag, and how lucky are we to see the Pretty Committee live and in person too? You’re welcome by the way, in this bag is the hottest prettiest new accessory in wrestling history and it belongs to the one and only Queen of Mean herself! The first class Mean Girl and the only one who is truly fabulous in this business besides myself. Of course basics I am talking about Veronica Freakin Taylor.
Bianca reaches into the bag and pulls out what appears to be a hot pink leather strap to hand to Veronica, who feigns a tear as the hug in the ring, and give each other a kiss on the cheek. The cuban beauty holds the belt high up in the air as the fans really let her have it. However, Veronica looks at it almost with a look of disgust. On the front it says Southern Heavyweight Championship.
Thatcher: Southern Heavyweight Title? What is this, I’ve seen no mention of a secondary championship being introduced to the Whirlwind...and with a pink strap?! What the hell is going on here!
Bianca Davis: Something wrong love?
Veronica nods, before speaking.
Veronica Taylor: I mean this title just isn’t hawt enough for me. Just not yet there's one thing missing, what could it be? Oh right I got it.
Bianca reaches into the bag and pulls out a new title front plate patch and places it over the Southern Heavyweight[/u] words before revealing it. It now said Gulf Coast Championship, complete with the iconic “WW” logo emblazoned over the patch. Veronica poses with her belt with a wide smirk as Bianca claps for the Queen of Mean. The new name replacement plate looked like a repair plate slapped over a blemish in the construction more than anything.
Thatcher: Unbelievable, you can’t just gift yourselves a title, and expect it to stick! That’s not how we do things inside of the Whirlwind! Folks, it goes without saying that this …..thing, is not officially sanctioned by this company and I am utterly baffled to see such a disrespectful display. The Pretty Committee are so desperate for attention and spotlight that they have BOUGHT their own championship, and we’re just supposed to accept this? I can’t even believe my eyes!
Bianca Davis: And just to show you basics how deserving this Queendom is of holding this new and super prestigious championship, we’re golng to give two lucky athletes in the back the chance of a lifetime! A chance to catapult their career by being seen on the same level as US, multi-cultural icons of this business!
Veronica meanwhile hands her new pink strapped title to referee James Farva and begins stretching and warming up.
Bianca Davis: And that’s not all, because we know how much you crave seeing us in this ring, we’re gonna give you a night to remember. My BFF Veronica here will be gifting you not one, but TWO championship matches in one night, because that’s the kind of champion she is….
Thatcher: I think your actions tonight have already shown us what kind of “champion” you really are………………..
LMFAO’s “Party Rock Anthem” hits the Gimnasio while Veronica feigns an expression of surprise.
Cruz Bleckley: Introducing, making his Whirlwind Wrestling debut. He weighed in this morning at 202 pounds...please welcome, GIIILLLL!! SAAATTUUUURRRNNNNN!!
Gil fist pumps his way down the aisle to the bottom where he stops and turns to the left. He approaches a fan to give him the opportunity of a lifetime; he presents his fist to the fan and asks for a fist bump...but then pulls it away at the last second! Gil screams “YOLO!” as he pulls away in laughter, a move which caused Veronica to share in his laughter. Gil turns and heads to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope.
He looks Veronica up and down, with perhaps a stare that lasted a couple seconds longer than was comfortable, then back bumps to the mat, right in front of Vero! Quickly, she makes the cover off a firm, textbook lateral press as referee James Farva sheepishly counts the fall.
Thatcher: Oh c’mon you gotta be kidding me! Veronica Taylor is nothing more than a con artist!
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2!
3!
Cruz Bleckley: Your winner of the first fall, Veroooonnniiiiiiccccaaaaaa Taaaayloooorrrrror!
With no time to spare, Vero quickly stands up and wipes the sweat from her brow after the “hard fought match”. Within a moment, Imagine Dragons’ “Natural” blasts the Gimnasio off it’s feet for…
Cruz Bleckley: Introducing next, Veronica Taylor’s second opponent of the evening, he weighed in this morning at 235 pounds...please welcome, MIIIKKKEEEEEE!! SAAATTUUUURRRNNNNN!!
Thatcher: Waitaminute, are they brothers or something? Damn it, what did you do Veronica?!
Mike Saturn, unlike Gil, poses his index finger and his thumb into a gun and aims it right at Veronica. With a flick of his wrist, his “shot” was fired with Vero matrix low bridging to avoid the imaginary bullet. “It’s a shoot” he yelled, as he made his way to the ring with a purpose. Vero cautiously took a step back, almost questioning what the man was doing.
Ding. Ding.
At the onset, Vero snapped her fingers and pointed at the ring mat, shouting “Down!” to the man who merely shook his head in defiance! Had her plan backfired? She launched forward at him, but this time it was his turn to low bridge her which sent her sailing into the ropes. As she returned, Mike leap frogged her, then grabbed her around the waist and pulled her shoulders down with a victory roll pin! James Farva dropped down to make the count;
1!
2!
Veronica rocked her weight forward, pushing herself over him and putting his shoulders on the mat!
1!
2!
3!
Thatcher: Was that three?!
Cruz Bleckley: The winner of the match, and stttiiillll, the Whirlwind Gulf Coast Champion...Veroooonnniiiiiiccccaaaaaa Taaaayloooorrrrror!
Mike casually sits up then is helped to his feet by Gil and Bianca Davis while Veronica celebrates by ordering Farva to wrap her pink strapped title belt around her waist.
Thatcher: What the...why are they helping him up…
Vero turns to face Mike, and the music cuts out. The atmosphere grew tense until...Vero and Mike embraced in the ring! Mike and Gil raised Vero’s arms up in celebration of the beginning of the reign of terror for the Queen of Mean.
Thatcher: That’s all this was, a damn set up, Veronica Taylor is sick, Bianca Davis is a damn snake! They made a mockery of this industry, and this company with their disrespect towards everything that is right!
The four raise each other’s arms like they just completed the heist of the century while getting pelted by half empty beer cups, popcorn, and a plate of nachos when suddenly…
Ozzy’s “Hellraiser” kicked on, causing the four athletes jaws to drop in unison.
Thatcher: Now what is it?!
Thatcher: Oh my God who the hell is that he is HUGE!!
Vero looks like she saw a ghost as the man stands there on the stage pumping his arms up and mouthing three syllables! Quickly, he bursts down to the ring which prompts Vero and Bianca to shove The Saturn Boys into him as they safely get out of the ring! Mike charges at the man head first, and gets shoved over the top rope and to the apron, barely hanging on to the top rope in spite of the incredible velocity! Gil charges right after, but the man quickly turns around and catches him, scooping him up - AND DRILLING GIL TO THE MAT WITH A HIGH VELOCITY SPINOUT POWERBOMB (Deep Six Powerbomb)!!
Thatcher: WHOA!!
Mike drops down off the apron and grabs Gil by the leg, pulling him out of the ring under the bottom rope, while the big guy turns to Vero almost as if it were intentional. The man pumps his arms in succession at her, mouthing those same three syllables, this time being loud enough for the ring mics to pick it up.
MAS!
TO!
DON!
MAS!
TO!
DON!
Thatcher: Mastodon? Is that what he said? Whoever this guy is, he seems to take incredible issue with the self-proclaimed Queen of the Whirlwind, Veronica Taylor...and I’m pretty damn confident that his feelings towards Bianca Davis aren’t that great either!
Vero’s eyes went wide as it all began to come back to her now.
THAT guy. It was HIM. From all those months ago…
The girls quickly regrouped on the other side of the ring with The Saturn Boys, it was obvious that a plan would have to be devised…………………………………………
Thatcher: Folks, stick around...I’d put money on business being about to pick up, “all of a sudden”.
Cruz Bleckley: ...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, standing 5' 8”! She is the current reigning!! And defending, DARC Pro Sports Heavyweight Champion; Cecily! Beeeelllllll!!!
She doesn't interact with the fans as she walks down. She slides into the ring and grabs a mic, before taking a seat in the corner as the music fades out.
Cecily Bell: So I was supposed to fight former, and longest-reigning, NGW Unified Heavyweight Champion Gavin Grimes here tonight. But as you can see...Gavin was unable to make it. So what's a girl to do...
She lets herself trail off, leaving the crowd to speculate on where she's going.
Cecily Bell: No, what's a Fringe Lunatic to do...you wanna get, crazy?! Let's get crazy!
Kenneth Starr: What?! Why on Earth, what are you.
The arena lights strobe as a voice calls out.
"TURBO! TURBO! TURBO!"
The voice fades out as "Jump" - Van Halen picks up.
~I get up,
and nothing gets me down!
You've got it tough.
I've seen the toughest around.~
The curtain is pushed open as Tyson Turbo struts out into the entrance area with his hands "raising the roof". He flashes a big grin to which the crowd responds with encouraging gestures. Turbo continues down the aisle, periodically doing his "raise the roof" taunting to the beat of the song.
Cruz Bleckley: Introducing, from "Turbo City, USA" he stands 5' 6" and weighs in at 190 pounds! TYYYYSSSSOOOOOONNNNNN! TUUUUURRRRRRBOOOO!!!
~So can't you see me standing here, I've got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen!
Might as well jump.
Jump!
Go ahead, jump!~
Turbo slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He tries to kip up but he just falls back on his shoulders! He looks over at the crowd who encourages him to try again, he does so, and this time he gets to his feet. He stretches both his arms out with a cheesy grin, as the rest of the crowd cheer for their hero.
Tyson Turbo: Crazy? Well I'll tell you what's crazy. These people, every single one of them all paid to see a FIGHT! They wanna see that –
Tyson points straight down to the ring, right at Cecily Bell's DARC Pro Heavyweight Championship belt slung over her shoulder. This, naturally, pops the crowd in anticipation of what's to come.
Tyson Turbo: Well, I've never ever even had a Heavyweight Title match in the two and a half years I've been doing this...but these people all paid for a spectacle! So Cecily, what do you say...you wanna make history? Let's give all of the Kezar Pavilion a show they will never, ever forget!
Cecily Bell was looking over Tyson, contemplating the offer set before her. Before she can respond though...
Nikki Minaj's 'Fly' begins playing as the camera focuses on the entrance tunnel, but after a few seconds, the camera pans around to show a young, smiling woman stepping from the tunnel to the stage.
Chadwick: Who the hell?
Starr: It’s like a dang circus out here, c’mon leave the Champion alone!
?: I know most of you have no idea who I am, so allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rayven Hardy.
She pauses as the fans take a moment to cheer, although the cheers are light compared to the ovation Tyson Turbo received moments earlier.
Rayven Hardy: For anyone familiar with social media, it was announced that I would be given a match at Birthday Bash, and with Gavin Grimes being unavailable tonight, Mr.Blake told me it was time to sink or swim, so here I am. I heard you were a fighting champion, Cece? Let’s see how much fight you have in you!
Rayven dropped the microphone as her adrenaline looked to be on one hundred. She bounced at the top of the entranceway nervously but nodded out to the fans as she continued down towards ringside.
Starr: Really?
Varlet: That’s what it sounds like.
Chadwick: Typical. Just another rookie trying to get big quick...she’ll never last versus our Fringe Lunatic!
Cecily paces around the ring, periodically looking up to the two competitors, taking her sweet time. After a few passes by she stops, drops the title on the mat and looks up to the two of them, bringing the mic up to her mouth...
Cecily Bell: You're On!
Varlet: Well here we go, we got an impromptu Triple Threat Ladder Match, for the DARC Pro Heavyweight Championship!
*jump cut*
As Ty hits the ropes, Cecily lunges forward to connect with a shoulerblock to the ribs that sends Ty tumbling out of the ring! She gets back to her feet to observe Ray still down on the mat. She nods, then goes outside to grab a ladder, bringing it into the ring.
Varlet: The champ lookin' to end it early tonight.
Starr: Why not? She's not getting paid by the hour now.
Carefully she sets it up, making sure it's solidly placed before stepping onto the first rung. She can't get further than the second rung though before a closed fist punch to the kidney halts her momentum – Ray punches at her again before grabbing her arm and pulling her off the ladder! Cecily lands hard, which is followed up by a soccer ball kick to the back from Ray! She turns her attention to the ladder, looking up to see the Title sparkling under the arena lights. She can't help but smile at the sight.
Varlet: Rayven, getting a bit starstruck there.
Starr: Well she needs to focus on the match, less daydreaming on the belt!
Chadwick: The time for daydreaming about a future is anytime NOT in the heat of battle.
With a deep breath she starts to make her way up the ladder, but this time it's Cecily who returns the favour of the closed fist punches to the kidney. The impact stops her cold, allowing Cecily to get up underneath her. She takes a step away from the ladder with Ray sitting on her shoulders. She takes a step closer to the ropes, and dumps Ray over in a powerbomb – but Ray wraps her legs around Cecily's neck, and takes her to the outside as well via hurricanrana!
*jump cut*
Tyson finally sits up and crawls over to Ray checking on her. He looks over at Cecily, and then it finally hits him. He stands up straight, his eyes wander to the ladder, and a huge grin takes over his face.
Chadwick: Oh God, don't tell me this nerd thinks he can be Heavyweight Champion.
Tyson starts to slide in the ring...until a hand reaches up and grabs his leg! Ty starts to struggle, while Ray gets up to her feet, using Ty to do so. Just as she does, he kicks back, sending her into the steel barricade! Just he tries to continue though, he feels another hand – this time it's Cecily! She grabs him and pulls him out of the ring, but he lands on his feet on the floor. She chops his chest, triggering a chorus of “Wooooo!” through the venue, which Ty recoils from. But Ty steps back up to her, boxing her ears with a double slap! Cecily reaches to hold her ears while Ty runs her into the barricade, over Ray. He slowly starts to 'raise the roof', before jumping up on the apron. The Kezar Pavilion's anticipation heightens as Ty looks at the two opponents, then points out to all the fans. He shouted, “You wanna see this?!”
“YES!”
“YES!”
“YES!”
A unanimous response confirmed that Tyson knew what he had to do. He stepped in the ring, running back to the far ropes, he comes back and jumps over the top rope –
Varlet: Turbo Air!!
Indeed, Ty flies through the air, and lands on Cecily and Rayven with a front flip senton splash on the outside! All three lie on the floor, the match taking it's clear toll on them.
Starr: He just sacrificed himself. What an idiot!
Chadwick: He could have just left, the new DARC Pro Sports Heavyweight Champion...
Varlet: Gotta give the crowd their money's worth. Tyson put his body on the line to do just that. Respect!
Starr: Nerd.
*jump cut*
Cecily sets the table up there on the floor, checking it to make sure it's stable. She turns around to grab both Tyson and Rayven, pulling them to the table. She pulls them up, rolling one on top of the other, stacked up like a double plate of mashed potatoes. Cecily fires a couple of shots onto them, before sliding into the ring. She climbs up on the top turnbuckle, carefully steadying her weight, this crowd watching in awe'd amazement...she leaps into the air, double foot stomp incoming...
Chadwick: Yeah, do it, so you can cost yourself the match, you cocky bastard.
Varlet: It's do or die!
THEY BOTH MOVED!! Cecily crashes through the table, feet first, almost crumbling on impact!
Starr: that's gonna play hell on her ankles in the morning...
Varlet: They've gotta be just smashed!
“HOLY SH*T!”
The crowd's appreciation of these three really giving their all started to come more to life as Rayven begins to come to first, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. She sits up against the rope, her eyes locking onto the ladder, but it takes a moment before it finally hits her! She was all alone in the ring, with a set up ladder and a shiny piece of jewelry hanging from the top. Slowly she crawls to the ladder, pulling herself up with it, rung by rung.
Varlet: It just set in...
Starr: Took her long enough. Climb that ladder now while you still can!
Each rung she passed, absorbed step-by-step, it had to have felt like thirty rungs of a hundred foot ladder, but still she was only half way there. She briefly looked down, and then back up – but froze, the idea of being so high off the ground clearly getting in the head of the rookie. “No fear”, she mumbles under her breath, and with a gulp she continues up the ladder about three-forths of the way up when the roar of the crowd reaches a fever pitch – Tyson springboards off the second rope, grabbing Rayven by the arm and throwing her to the mat with the “Turbo Slash” (Steamboat's Armdrag)!!
Chadwick: WHAT THE HELL?!
Starr: Where did that little nerd come from?!
Rayven was thrown across the ring, and that's when Tyson looked up...his eyes welled up with joy as – much like Rayven before him – he realized just what was in front of him. Briefly he bent down to check on Rayven, but then turned back to the ladder. Two rungs in, he already was hesitating, the fear of heights being very real – but he kept on.
Varlet: C'mon kid, race for your dream!
*jump cut*
By this point, Rayven has started to stir as she starts crawling to the ladder to set it up again. She can't help but stop to go glance at Tyson after such a horrific fall, but quickly she turns back to the ladder. Again she starts climbing back up, and again she gets to the three-fourths mark, before the ladder begins to shake – with Cecily Bell at the base!
Chadwick: How TF is she even standing?!
“Standing”, I guess, it was more her using the ladder as a crutch as she tried shaking the ladder once more before climbing up.
Varlet: This is un-effin-believable, Cecily doesn't want to give up HER Championship!
Rayven tried climbing further, but she knew she couldn't reach for the Belt with someone on the other side. She reaches for Cecily, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up a rung or two – but gets met with a hard right-hand for her assistance! Rayven reels at the top of the ladder, but then comes back with a hard slap of her own! Cecily reels and comes back, but gets her face smashed into the top of the ladder! Appearing unresponsive, Rayven steadies herself, then places both hands on Cecily's forehead, and shoves her back – and directly down – to the mat! Cecily lands in a hard thud on the mat while...
Rayven breathes a sigh of relief, before taking the final rung, reaching up to grab the Championship from the hook! She shoves it in the air with both hands, proud of the debut of a lifetime!
Cruz Bleckley: Here is your winner, and the NNNEEEEWWWWW DARC Pro Sports Heavyweight Champion!! RAYVEN!! HAAARRRRDDYYYY!!!!
”Fly” starts playing as The Jazz helps her down from the ladder.
Varlet: A San Francisco miracle...
Starr: Many people don't even win their debut, let alone a main event debut.
Chadwick: And for the Heavyweight Title no less?!
Varlet: She walked into the Birthday Bash as a virtual unknown, and walks out...Champion.
Starr: Let's not take anything away from Cecily's drive...and Tyson's gambit. Rayven will probably meet them again...but for now, she's shocked the world in a debut. Let's see what she does next!
“All it takes is one bad day...”
Upon Whirlwind suspending operations it appeared that their fated match at Wildfire would never take place. Everyone was, for better or worse, allowed to go their own separate ways professionally. Pendragon and his faithful confidant, El Herrero retired (?) to the sprawling Pendragon Estate somewhere deep within the heart of Mexico. It it were to be the final run for the two masked associates, having reinvented themselves in the most drastic way possible there appeared to be no regrets. A nation enthralled and entertained and all while doing things the right way and standing up against injustice that threatened to rob the heart of the very company determined to do things their own way. Despite several opportunities at the Whirlwind Championship The Man in the Mask never walked away with the ultimate prize but to see The Upper Class's hand picked proxy fall to a man that was perhaps equal parts ally and rival at least gave Pendragon some peace. Philosophical differences aside, the greater evil fell on what would become the final show... Jacob ultimately lost. A bunch of pyro sprouting out of a turnbuckle with B-movie level special effects wouldn't change that. But while Pendragon was carefully plotting his next move in life Jacob was prepared to get his revenge one way or another...
The red Segway PT raced over a loose dirt road at “breakneck” [sic] speeds with Jacob Hotstuff stood atop it, his face cold and remorseless as he crashed through the elaborate iron gate that wasn’t securely shut.
“Mua ha ha...come, Pendragon!” Jacob lambasted to no one in particular, “The time is near...we must settle this. I must rob you of that which makes you, you - your mask, your identity - and I must burn it to ash!”
It didn’t take much more than a few minutes for Jacob to roll up to the front door, solid oak as it was, and ornamented by large golden hinges and a chinese dragon door knocker. Jacob took the ornament in his hand, dropping it again the door in a loud “thud”.
Thud. Thud. Thud...to which the door slowly opened, revealing Pendragon dressed more casually, but with his iconic mask strapped tightly to his head.
“Jacob? What on Ear -”
“Silence! The time has come, we must do battle! For superiority! For everything! For nothing. This ends. Right, NOW!”
Pendragon stared at his Whirlwind adversary, a bit dumbstruck, and maybe partially taken aback by this Hollywood loon wearing a fur coat and riding a segway. Curiously, Pendragon shook his head.
“Jacob...Whirlwind is over. We’re not needed anymore. We don’t have to do this…”
“So you’re scared of Hollywood Jesus then, of my brilliance!” Jacob lashed back at the masked man, shoving past still on his segway. Pendragon turned around, now a bit irritated at his Whirlwind nemesis inviting himself into his home…
“Jacob, you need to leave. You’re not taking my mask, I’m not burning you...we’re not even being paid anymore, what part of services not required do you not understand? Whirlwind is over. We’re not fighting...Wildfire isn’t happening.”
“You fool! Brother Pendragon...” Jacob reaches to the wall, grasping a [conveniently placed] wooden practice sword, brandishing the “blade” at Pendragon’s body! “Do you not know? This is the part, when you fall down and bleed to death! En garde!” All of this while Jacob still stood on the segway, of course.
Pendragon stared blankly at the clearly off-his-rocker B-List sensation, but the gravity of the situation not lost on him. With the “sword” held with tip-to-chest, it was obvious what Pendragon had to do…
With a flash he spun around, his backfist knocking the wooden blade from his body, granting time to take his own “sword” from the wall, which happened to also be so conveniently placed.
“Jacob...you shall leave me no choice…”
A fight that would take place all across the Pendragon Estate, one that would ultimately involve El Herrero in what became a siege. Damages to the property nearly reached 6 figures USD (you don't want to know what the number would be in Pesos) and took months to completely clean up and have the necessary repairs made. All this spectacle would be broadcast on live TV as Jacob had brought the camera crew from his employer at the time, one that had deemed the previous match contract legal for broadcasting purposes. It was a day Pendragon wished to forget.
A panoramic view of the Pendragon Estate is shown in the present day, the property renovated and restored. It was hard to believe that the infamous Inferno Match had taken place nearly a year ago. As the camera pans there appear to be several more buildings on the property, viewed by the world at large for the first time including what appeared to be a large warehouse and what could be reasonably be assumed to be a guest house at first glance. The camera pans around the warehouse again before presumably going inside. Inside the warehouse appeared to in fact be a gym and wrestling school as weights and exercise machines could be seen against the wall with several practice rings sprawled out in the center. On the wall hung a banner that read 'Academia Internacional de Lucha de Pendragon' as Pendragon could be seen talking to an African American wrestling student. Their conversation can't be fully understood due to a voice over from The Man in the Mask himself but from Pendragon's animated motions he appears to be giving him advice on his striking technique, as the young man nodded with a smile, his afro slightly bobbing as he nods and appears to respond to him and with a few animated motions of his own.
“I've tried all that I could just to silence the screams inside my mind...”
The footage cuts back to the inferno match, the camera focusing on Pendragon's mask as the orange glow illuminates the room as the screams of pure, unfiltered anguish and pain of Jacob Hotstuff echo throughout the room.
“And yet every night, as I close my eyes the image.... the visual and auditory sensations replay over and over in my mind's theater. The burning flesh fills my nostrils all over again, intimately connecting itself to the scene.”
The masked strategist then takes a seat at the bench, turning the Transformers theme off and casually tossing the recorder to the side before he created a melody himself as he slammed on the keys repeatedly in no particular order! Jacob's body writhed in sheer agony as Pendragon pounded on as many keys as possible, assaulting and overloading his foe's senses!
When the final note was played, Jacob's grip of the flamethrower relinquished itself, coincidentally finding itself in the hands of our protagonist…
Jacob was at the feet of Pendragon, who now only had to pull the trigger and end this horrific, fiery encounter. What's he doing? He stares down at Jacob for a moment more, almost as if he were thinking about something? Waiting for something. Weakly, Jacob slowly sat up, looking into the piercing eye slots of our masked man...AND FLIPS HIM THE DOUBLE BIRD!!
Incensed in rage now, Pendragon hesitates no longer! The camera pans around to face Pendragon as the man finally squeezes the trigger, causing flames to shoot out of the device, only the screams of Jacob and the smell of burning flesh could be seen and heard. A quick jump cut to Jacob shows the fire around him then a cut back to a relieved Pendragon. Was he a hero now, to his estate? His friend? Or did he become what he fought against, after burning a man alive...................
Pendragon dropped to the floor, his back against the piano, flamethrower at his side. His breaths were heavy with both relief and angst.
Then, as the scene replays again and again a sea of voices roars over the footage, both male and female a like as their voices blended together in a choir that sounded at once angelic and demonic as the duality of human nature was on full display.
“It was self-defense!”
“Jacob knew the risks when he signed the contract, things like this happen.”
“Jacob was the one who introduced the flamethrower, he should've known there was a chance it'd get turned against him!”
“I would've done the same thing!”
“He broke into his home, which is against the law, camera crew or not. I don't care what was signed, this was against the spirit and the letter of that contract! Whirlwind doesn't even exist anymore! He could've lit the home on fire and killed El Herrero and Pendragon; it would've been justifiable homicide if he would've roasted him a little longer!”
“Stand your ground! If you entered my home uninvited I'd try to kill you too and the law would thank me for it!”
“He deserved it!”
The footage freezes on Pendragon's mask just as the flamethrower begins to ignite, The Man in the Mask's voice taking command once more as the sea of voices dies down.
“I burned a man and I don't know how to feel. Through all the back and forth, the war of words and the meeting of fists; even after my home was invaded I still pulled the trigger... Did I do the right thing?
Can a personal vendetta ever justify going that far? Can one justify it as self-defense when the other party initially instigated conflict and introduced the fire into a volatile mix? Or did I go too far?”
A still image then appears on the man who would become Mr. Hotstuff's attorney, his voice plays over as the still is displayed on the screen.
“Ahem. I'm aware of the natural risks of contact sports, and pro wrestling is no different. But, this is a performance at the basics. To justify a man getting burned as "just business"...I expected more...”
Pendragon's voice interupts the attorney as he engages in a PR campaign.
“Insincere pleas for sympathy amongst a sea of dirty deeds. A charlatan pleads for mercy as he plots with a knife hidden behind his back...”
After the interjection the attorney's monologue continues.
“My client was following the rules of the match. Rules with which his opponent went far, far beyond the confines of when he callously and maliciously tried to turn my client into a Vietnam rice field in during the mid 1960's. Your convictions should be addressed toward Pendragon.”
Once again Pendragon's voice pierced through the speakers as the image shifts to a clip of Pendragon sitting in a darkened room, staring into the fireplace with his back strategically set to the back of the camera, revealing his long locks of hair concealed underneath; the iconic mask laying on the table next to him.
“He cries and screams foul when the tables are turned and his attempts are thwarted yet he revels in glee when the heist goes as planned. Humanity brought into question while one sits beside the fire wondering 'why and what is too far?' When does self defense cease being so?”
“Where is the line and have we crossed it? And if thusly crossed are we any better than those we claim to stand against? “
The scene then reverts back to the present as Pendragon and El Herrero are speaking to a mixed class of what appears 8 wrestling students after another day's worth of training, the conversation muted as Pendragon continues to give a voice over.
“To this day I struggle with what I've done. I thought I could quiet the screams inside my head by helping prepare the next generation of wrestlers for this great sport, by imparting them with knowledge and the wisdom to not make some of the same mistakes I have throughout my career. To instill a strong set of morals within their young minds; to believe in themselves, to never waiver or compromise their morality; their sense of right and wrong. To do everything with conviction, to get the people to believe in your message and make sure everyone leaves the arena happy after your performance. Without the people... we wouldn't have this grand stage in which to practice our craft.
Could this be a form of rehabilitation, a way of paying penance for my actions? Did I operate in a grey area of morality that day... or did I betray everything I had fought and strived for in a single moment?”
The footage cuts to Pendragon standing in front of a walk-in closet, his back once more strategically placed to the camera to conceal his face as he overlooked a series of masks, some in different color schemes, perhaps others being prototypes that never made the cut.
“Did I do the right thing... or did I kill everything this symbol was supposed to represent?”
The footage cuts once more to Pendragon walking down a series of steps wearing a black suit and tie, with his mask matching with the white accents to contrast against the black. His voice echos as darkness slowly begins to engulf the feed, going from the outside and working inward.
“Am I a monster?”
The sounds of the Aztec Jungle send the entirety of Monterrey into a sense of confusion and amazement mixed together, anticipation riding high on what turn this music was about to bring to the Whirlwind. They did not have to wait long to find out, however.
Thatcher: Ohmygosh who is tha….waitaminute, that’s gotta be –
Cruz Bleckley: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, making her Whirlwind Wrestling debut; hailing from The Jungles of the Amazon, this is WARRIOR QUEEN ALKAIA!!
Thatcher: We heard about this signing in a newswire just a couple of weeks before Genesis Wave, now it’s official. The Warrior Queen has arrived!!
Within a moment, the soothing sounds of the Aztec Jungle is ceased by the overly manufactured sounds of a record scratch. Warrior Queen Alkaia stops, and within a moment a series of strobe lights take over the Gimnasio.
The befuddled amazement was over. Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” took over the atmosphere, and where Def Leppard was, then only one man was sure to follow. It was him. He was back. The “Return of the King”, as he would put it...
Thatcher: Oh my God it’s…….it’s Jacob Hotstuff. For months the only report we saw was his refusal to answer Whirlwind calls and now...that sonavabitch just pulled Superman Two’d us!
Booes from the Gimnasio rein down without hesitation as the B-List Hollywood Sensation, the self-proclaimed Michael Bay of Pro Wrestling made his infamous return to the place that started it all! Home, I guess you could say. The only place on the face of the planet that offered a man of his own talents and wisdom the respect he deserved. In his own mind, at least. The Warrior Queen looks back to Jacob, prompting him to step closer to her before jumping on her back, piggyback style as Alkaia makes her way to the ring!
Thatcher: You’ve gotta be kidding me! She’s working with Jacob of all people?! Alkaia has made her reputation of respect the past fifteen years by putting in the work ethic, she could have gotten a job anywhere. But she chooses to align herself with Jacob freakin Hotstuff?! Why. Surely she doesn’t need Jacob to earn her way onto Pay-Per-View…
The trash began to fly at the two of them. A half full beer cup peppered the side of Alkaia’s face, but she remained stoic and unmoving in the face of this adversity. Bags of popcorn pelted Jacob, but “Hollywood Jesus” remained unfazed with the biggest grin on his face. It had been a number of months since he had left that Florida wrestling company, and now he was back and with all the hero’s welcome he had deserved. “Hero”, being a loose term, of course. Once arrived at ringside, Jacob stepped off her back and onto the ring apron while she took to the stairs. Jacob ran up the corner from the outside, standing proudly, triumphantly with a foot on the middle and top ropes while Alkaia stood menacingly in the center of the ring. Jacob soon would jump over the top rope and back down to the mat, a microphone being produced from his outrageously expensive – and iconic – fur coat.
Jacob Hotstuff: Welcome, to all my loyal subjects, those whom remain captivated by my own Blazin Brilliance!
“BOOOOOOO!!!”
Jacob Hotstuff: Yes, yes I know. You’ve all been such the pleasant guests for my splendid, highly anticipated reception…
Thatcher: Anticipated?! You made it appear like you didn’t even care! Don’t you have some SyFy movie to shoot about crocodiles in outer space...?
Jacob Hotstuff: Honestly, when Whirlwind ceased production in twenty-eighteen and I found alternative work elsewhere, and then subsequently left that place because they couldn’t respect what I bring to the table…
Thatcher: Or lack thereof. Didn’t you leave due to contract disputes? And now you’ve come back to mine the Whirlwind coffers dry too, like a snake…
Jacob Hotstuff: Besides, what’s a Whirlwind reboot without the very guy that put this place on the map, Jacob freakin Hotstuff?! The Savior of the Sunset Strip. The Shaman of Sexy. Hollywood Jesus himself, the one-and-only Michael Bay of professional wrestling and most importantly...professional wrestling’s very own God-King!
“BOOOOOOO!!”
Jacob Hotstuff: Don’t you boo me, I’m here to save this company!
“BOOOOOOO!!”
Jacob Hotstuff: I said don’t you boo me! You are the common unwashed plebs that rely on feasting your appetites of my Blazin Brilliance, just to get a slice of entertainment back into your miserable lives! I am the epitome of success. The epitome of immortality...because Jacob Hotstuff never, ever dies…
Dead Elvi’s “Lucha Libre” begins to play and the crowd roars into anticipation for…
For…
The one…
The only…
Jose Sanchez!!
Thatcher: Jose! I’m glad to see you, but this may not be the fight you want to take up buddy…
But he didn’t care. He stood at the top of the aisle with his chest puffed out and the entirety of the Gimnasio encouraging him. Well, I guess anyone would have gotten that reception if they confronted Jacob…
Jose darted down to the ring with the quickness of a three-legged cat, but was quick to be greeted by Warrior Queen Alkaia at the ropes. Jose showed no fear however in stepping onto the apron – big mistake – to which Alkaia took him by the hair and threw him over the top rope, Jacob laughing as Jose’s body made a loud thud on the mat!
Thatcher: Welcome home again, Jose Sanchez!
Jacob slid around to the outside of the ring where he dug out from under the ring a director’s chair and a megaphone. He sat in the chair, nice and comfortable like, with the megaphone in his lap. His attention intently focused on the ring.
Thatcher: What is that idiot doing?!
Back in the ring, Alkaia was not about to let Jose get a breather. By his hair, she picked him up, only to nail him with a standing lariat. Alkaia keeps hold of him though and as he would fall, she brings him back up just to lariat him again! And a third, fourth, and fifth iteration! Jose did not look well as he collapsed to the mat. The Warrior Queen let out a sinister laugh – much to the amusement of director Jacob – as Jose slowly began to clutch at her tree trunk like legs. Effortlessly, she kicked him away. Jose sprawled out on the mat, face down as Alkaia soon approached, dropping one knee into his back with her meaty arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled up, the “Amazonian Stretch” (Colossal Clutch) completed!
Thatcher: Geez! Warrior Queen Alkaia showing she’s versed in both power and technique!
Just as James Farva goes to check on poor old Jose, Jacob shouted into his megaphone!
“CUT!”
Without hesitation, The Warrior Queen released the monstrous hold as Jacob hopped down from the chair. He slithered into the ring like a viper ready to strike, crawling up to Jose Sanchez, barking insults at the young fan favorite. “Get up!” and “Worthless bile!”
There was no movement. Jose was probably asleep after that devastating Amazonian Clutch. Jacob however pulled back on Jose’s neck, slowly dragging him up to his feet. A quick toe kick doubles him over, allowing Jacob to drape one leg over the back of Jose’s neck. Jacob takes Jose’s far hand, then with a shriek that could have been from a classic Sharknado movie, Jacob drove Jose’s face to the mat with a brutal twist via his signature “Encore” (Overdrive)! Jose takes the full impact as Jacob mockingly crawls to Jose’s lifeless body, as if he were just in a grueling contest. He barely stretches to hook Jose’s far leg, as Farva then counts the fall’
1!
2!
3!
Cruz Bleckley: Here is your winner, as a result of a pinfall...The God-King! JAAAACCCOOOBBBB!! HOOOTTTSSSSTTUUUUFFFFF!!!!
Thatcher: That’s the biggest travesty I’ve witnessed since...well, since Veronica Taylor just pulled off her own heist earlier tonight!
The Warrior Queen steps back into the shot, allowing Jacob to piggyback on her again. As they leave the ring, he had one hand holding on, and the other raised high in the air as they went for a victory lap around the ring.
Thatcher: Fitting, because the so-called “God-King” piggybacked off “The Warrior Queen” that whole match. I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come...because I don’t think I could stomach this fool making a mockery of what this great sport is about!
After their lap the two of them make their exit up the aisle.
Thatcher: Jacob Hotstuff, ladies and gentlemen...I’m sorry.
“Wow...that looks really, really great. You know I’m the kinda cat that’s gonna need to check this show out…”
The voice could belong to only one man. As the camera pans around, we see none other than the notorious...or should we say infamous, social media intern for Whirlwind Wrestling, Monte “The Python”. He was wearing a dark hoodie with an abstract red design over the front of it and stood in front of a television set playing a live feed of Triple Threat back in catering. In his hands? A plate loaded to the brim with breadsticks, pasta, and sauced to the gills - meatsauce that is - with something that looked like it could have come straight from the Olive Garden. I mean it didn’t, but it could have.
Monte the Python: Hmm. “Liberty City Survivor” you say? I’m hooked. This is my new number two favorite show, as of right now, this moment.
Monte finished the statement with a smug grin, before finally sitting down to to eat with his wannabe Olive Garden special.
Cruz Bleckley: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your main event of the evening! And it is for, the International Whirlwind Championship! Introducing first, from Sin City, standing six foot one and weighing in at two-hundred pounds, the challenger! He is a former, International Whirlwind Champion. Double J. JOOOOEEEEEE! JOONNEEESSSS!!!
Joe motions around his waist while the Gimnasio – being no stranger to his antics loudly, raucously boo him incessantly! Joe takes it all in like they were chanting his name...but let’s be honest, those cheers he heard were surely in his own mind.
Cruz Bleckley: And his opponent, from Hamilton, South Lanarkshire, standing six foot two inches and weighing in at two-hundred thirty-four pounds. He, is the current reigning, and defending, International Whirlwind Champion. The man that ALWAYS, has an angle. STEEEPHHHEEENNNN!! CAAAALLLAAAWWWAAAYYYYY!!!!
Callaway shifts the Title up high with both hands much to Joe’s dismay. The Gimnasio however, did not share in the challenger’s reaction, having roared in approval of Callaway! It may have been one year ago, but they would not forget Callaway’s feat in vanquishing the evil that Joe Jones had brought to the Title!
Thatcher: Folks, it feels like an eternity since I’ve been able to sit down and call one more contest for the young-but-rich history of the International Whirlwind Championship but neverthelesss here we are! Live at the aptly named Genesis Wave – our new beginning – closing out a show with that very Title on the line!
“STEPHIE C!”
“STEPHIE C!”
“STEPHIE C!”
Joe rolled his eyes at the overwhelming reception for the fans’ champion while Callaway smirked. Joe stepped up closer to lock up with Callaway, but it was Callaway who was faster with a knee to the gut, winding the veteran. Joe backs off while Callaway presses the advantage. A step forward buys him a pair of right hands to the side of Joe’s face until Joe grabs a hold of the top rope prompting senior official “The Jazz” to push Callaway back, which he does with no arguments. Joe takes a deep breath before re-engaging, but once more Callaway is ready for him, dropping low to take Joe to the mat face first with a classic drop toe hold. Callaway spins around on Joe’s back, ending the sequence with a slap to the back of his head before returning to his feet in a ready position.
Thatcher: Stephen Callaway showing no signs of rust as he looks to just embarrass Joe Jones, and demolish his self-confidence. A good plan, against the ever-boisterous Joe.
Joe slaps the mat with both hands out of frustration, then rolls to the bottom rope and to the outside. He was in a wall of denial about Callaway’s abilities – and now was his time to think. The Jazz starts his count.
1!
2!
Joe paces outside the ring while Callaway rolls his eyes at the stall tactic. He shrugs at Joe, rather than demanding him return to the ring.
Thatcher: Joe will have to be careful here. He is not the Champion any more, he does not have the Championship Advantage. He must pin or submit Stephen in the ring in order to become the first-ever two time International Whirlwind Champion!
But Joe was unfazed by Callaway’s taunts. He approached the ring and reached under the bottom rope, but Callaway was quicker to step back and ensure the only thing Joe grabbed, was air. Joe stepped away from the ring once more, but this time Callaway would follow to the ring apron.
3!
He jumped off with a short jump to the floor, both hands raised above his head and clasped like a double fisted sledge – Joe however catches Callaway with a mid-section roundhouse kick, which sends Callaway down to a knee on the floor! Joe continues with a wicked open palm slap to Callaway’s cheek, and a second that causes spit to fly from Callaway’s mouth! Joe takes the time to pose right in front of Callaway. Two hands around his waist followed by blowing a kiss to Callaway was all the Champion needed to get back in this. He sprung to his feet,
4!
And launched forward at Joe with a yakuza kick to the face – but Joe stumbles back quickly!
Thatcher: Joe knows all about the lethal boot of Stephen, and he is not about to experience that again if at all possible!
Joe takes off in the opposite direction, with Callaway quick to give chase! Around the ring they go, with Callaway closing the gap, inch-by-inch which prompted Joe to quickly roll back into the ring under the bottom rope. Joe kept his momentum going as he hit the opposite ropes to return just in time to see Callaway sliding under the same rope, but this time Joe jumps up, and brings his foot down across the back of Callaway’s head! It was lights out for the Champion as Joe rolled him over onto his back and away from the ropes;
1!
2 –
Callaway manages to power out!
Thatcher: Stephen Callaway with his inhuman fast healing ability! Is he trying to score a role as Wolverine in the next X-Men movie?!
Joe steps back, almost in horror that the champion has had his number almost the entire match, and managed to not only kick out, but power out of a stomp to the head. What would it take to not just win, but take back his Title for the second time? The Title he never lost, mind you.
There was no time to think as Callaway stood back up, his eyes focused on the wry challenger. A snap yakuza kick from the Champion was enough to blindside Joe, sending him stumbling back to the corner! Callaway rushed to follow him in with another running big boot, right to the face of Joe! The impact sends Stephen’s leg hung up over the top rope, while Joe slumps down in the corner. Slowly, Callaway starts to unhook his leg off the rope, when Joe lets loose a last ditch uppercut where the sun don’t shine, causing the Champion to stumble back, cradling himself. The Jazz quickly jogs to the commotion and admonishes Joe, while Joe replies “It was the inner thigh! I was careful!”
Thatcher: I’m not so sure I’d be trusting Joe Jones there, not if I were The Jazz…
Not entirely convinced, The Jazz wearily let’s it go with a warning which was all Joe needed. Quickly, he grabs Callaway up by his hair, only to shove him into the bottom turnbuckle pad face first with a brutal STO! Callaway’s face bounces off the pad before finally landing his body prone on the mat. The quick work by Joe did not look good for the Champion...which made Joe cackle with a knuckle cracking type of glee. With a plan beginning to come together, his Title aspirations were coming into view.
Joe stood up on the bottom rope, jumping off with a bionic elbow right to the chest of Callaway! The impact struck true, but Joe went back to the corner, setting himself up on the second rope and once again standing up. He flexes his left bicep big poppa pump style, then jumps off, driving a beautiful elbow drop slightly south from the first shot, and right to the gut instead of the chest!! Callaway wheezes painfully as he has the air forcefully pushed from his lungs!! Once again though, Joe opts not to cover and instead goes right back to the corner, this time ascending to the very top rope. He stands up tall on it as a collective of gasps, oohs, and ahs fills the Gimnasio while Joe even crosses himself. With a deep breath, Joe leaps off of the top rope like a trampoline to achieve maximum flight. He twists his body in mid-air one full rotation in what was, quite honestly, one of the most beautiful shooting star presses you’d ever see –
Right onto Callaway’s knees!
Thatcher: Joe Jones, not being incredibly well versed in aerial maneuvers, must not have calculated his flight accurately! Stephen looks hurt, but so does Joe. That was not a countermove, folks!
Indeed as Thatcher alluded to, Joe landed his move successfully, but at his trajectory point it’s unclear who took more damage between himself or the Champion! Nevertheless with both down, The Jazz must start his knockout count;
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
Joe begins to look up, craning his neck around the ring before letting out a muffled growl through baited breath, obviously still hurting from his hi-risk stunt.
6!
Callaway barely lifts his head up, then places it back down after confirming Joe was in no position to capitalize.
7!
8!
Callaway sits up again, this time enough to break the count. He wasn’t about to end his first Title defense on a technicality! Slowly, he pulls himself up and makes his way to Joe and even more slowly, pulls Joe up to his feet. Joe was all dead weight here though, either sandbagging the champion or legitimately unable to stand with his own wind knocked out of him. With a loud grunt, Callaway lifts Joe up onto his shoulders – but Joe slips out behind him and takes his neck into a reverse DDT form! On adrenaline alone Joe swings out with “Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am” (Cross Rhodes), but this time Callaway catches him with a foot around Joe’s ankle, preventing the sudden drop at the end of the move!
Thatcher: Joe Jones would have for sure become the first-ever two-time International Whirlwind Champion right there...had he hit that move!
Instead, with Joe’s momentum halted, Callaway once again powers Joe up and onto his shoulders, and then back to the corner. Slowly, carefully, Callaway makes it to the second rope with Joe in place, then from nowhere, he dumps Joe to the mat with “Incoming!” (Top Rope Death Valley Driver)!! Joe looked far, far out of it, but rather than make the winning pin, Callaway had a better idea. He wanted to put the emphatic exclamation point on this title defense…
Thatcher: Stephen Callaway, en route to becoming the first athlete to successfully defend the International Whirlwind Championship!
Callaway rolls Joe over onto his chest with his boot, then sits on Joe’s back and stretches into the “Calsmission” (Tazzmission)! Joe didn’t respond or react in any way…
Thatcher: That’s it. The nefarious Joe Jones is out. Ballgame!
The Jazz drops down to check on Joe just as Kid Rock’s “American Badass” plays! The music prompts Callaway to release the hold just as James Kelloggs baby sprints down the aisle! Once at ringside, Callaway sits on the middle rope while holding open the top rope.
Thatcher: Callaway is inviting the little guy in?!
James stops at ringside, the sneak attack was a bust not, and seeing Callaway’s boot was enough to make him weary of the Champion’s promise…
Callaway urges once again for James to enter, but on this night, discretion was the better part of valor for James. He clearly had no interest in taking on Callaway, heads up. Unbeknownst to Callaway however, was Joe Jones starting to stir. He rose up to his knees, and then to his feet when –
SMACK!!
The hard cam did a sudden jump cut to see a boot strike Joe’s face, the impact catching him square on the chin and knocking him right back to the mat with an unceremonious thud!! The hard cam slowly pans back…
Panning back…
Panning back…
To reveal Stephen Callaway, stood above Joe, his “Calsi Kick” (Claymore Kick) finding it’s mark to the triumphant cheers of the Gimnasio! Callaway drops into an emphatic cover with a sharp hook of the leg, but his eyes focused intently on the slow retreat of James Kelloggs…
1!
2!
3!
Cruz Bleckley: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner AAAANNNDDDD SSSTTTTIIIIILLLLLLL!!! International Whirlwind Champion! STEEEPHHHEEENNNN!! CAAAALLLAAAWWWAAAYYYYY!!!!
Cold’s “Remedy” plays while The Jazz takes the International Whirlwind Championship and wraps it around the Champion’s waist! He raises his arm high in victory...Callaway however, never lets his gaze leave Kelloggs’.
Thatcher: What a main event to return on, Callaway becomes the first man to defend the title, and Joe Jones tastes a little slice of humble pie! Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.
Callaway moves to the corner, where he stands tall atop the second rope with his Title raised high in both hands. Joe remained flat on the mat, presumably counting the stars above his head while Kelloggs made his way back behind the curtain. This was not the night for him…
Thatcher: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for watching, and we can’t wait to return to the Gimnasio once again, next month! What’s gonna happen? Who will Callaway defend his Title against, who is The Mastodon, and when will Jacob Hotstuff learn some manners?! What will Pendragon’s response be after the events that transpired tonight? Tune in next month folks and until next time on behalf of Whirlwind Wrestling, I’m Derrick Thatcher, signing off!
The cat calls and whistling from the male demo of tonight’s live audience gives away that James has a couple of guests for tonight. Standing behind the lounge and feeding grapes one by one is a very scantily clad Latina with huge, busting out of her top breasts. Busty as her name is known, is holding a gold cup full of fresh picked grapes. She takes a grape and places it in her mouth, with her big plump lips holding the grape while Busty then leans over, and how she doesn’t fall out of her top is a miracle and kisses James thus popping the grape in his mouth. Yes, it looked and felt creepy. Another blonde wearing a string bikini straight from Wickedweasel.com is slowly fanning James with a huge feather fan, the feathers being like, 6 feet long. Blondie is at James’s feet and in her high heels, is like 6 feet tall herself with legs that seem to go on forever like some of the highways in Mexico. And finally, finishing off the set of indulgence, is a smoking hot redhead on all fours in a short schoolgirl skirt, a white blouse that must be missing several buttons and her red lacy bra peeks out from time to time. In her mouth is a gag ball and James is using her as an end table where he has a glass of red wine sitting in the small of her back.
The crowd is all standing and cheering. Soon they break out in a “THIS IS AWESOME!” chant.
James Kelloggs: “Listen up you bunch of bitches!”
Cheap pop.
James Kelloggs: “Let’s make one thing real clear! Tonight! This is the Bad Ass Show! Fuck Whirlwind Wrestling! Ain’t no one want to see that shit!”
Followed by booes.
James Kelloggs: “What?”
More booes.
James Kelloggs: “How dare you boo me! Don’t you know who the fuck I am?”
The crowd then yell “NO!” at James, which causes his to spit out his grape and sit up, all pissed off.
James Kelloggs: “Don’t make me come out there and beat all of you asses!”
Which is followed by laughter. James slides off the chaise lounge and stands up being all defiant towards this rowdy crowd here tonight.
James Kelloggs: “I didn’t just drive some 1000 miles to be treated like this! If it wasn’t for me! This shit hole of a company wouldn’t have even been here! I demand you cheer me!”
The crowd then throws a curve ball to James. They start a “WE WANT SCRAPPY!” chant much to the dismay of James, who gets all red in the face and crosses his tiny little arms and shakes his head no several times. This of course only eggs on the crowd more and the chant gets louder and louder.
James Kelloggs: “YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!”
“YES!”
“YES!”
“YES!”
James Kelloggs: “NO!”
Crowd: “YES!”
James Kelloggs: “NO!”
Crowd: “YES!”
James Kelloggs: “NO!”
Crowd: “YES!”
James Kelloggs: “NO!”
Crowd: “YES!”
James Kelloggs: “FINE!”
And the crowd cheers. James holds up his index finger, sets the mic down on his human end table and turns around. He slowly slides off his coat and lets it drop to the mat. He then removes his tie and throws it at the chase lounge all mad. He starts to undo the buttons on his shirt and looks out to the crowd as he does with a scowl on his face. James then tears his shirt off and spins around to reveal a custom made shirt, a shirt that has Scrappy Do on it with a red circle and a line through him. James is flipping the bird and starts trash talking as he walks towards the ropes and the crowd gives him hell. James backpedals and holds his arms outwards and soaks it in as the very lively crowd throws a ton of heat on him.
James picks up the mic off of his end table.
James Kelloggs: “Suck! My! Fucking! Dick! BItches!”
More heat.
James Kelloggs: “Speaking of cocksuckers. It’s time we get this show started! My show!”
Crowd: “What?”
James Kelloggs: “The best ten minutes of your life!”
Crowd: “What?”
James Kelloggs: “The most satisfying hour on all of television today!”
Crowd: “What?”
James Kelloggs: “Present by the host with the most!”
Crowd: “What?”
James Kelloggs: “Who can deliver the goods if you know what I mean!”
Crowd: “What?”
James Kelloggs: “Your wife's and girlfriend’s next boyfriend!”
Crowd: “What?”
James Kelloggs: “Your daughter’s little dirty secret! The Bad Ass one! Pull up a chair and get cozy because it’s going to get real! This is my show! The Bad Ass Show! And give a warm welcome you bunch of bitches to my first guest! My best buddy! Your boyfriend’s next boyfriend and the rightful and truthful International Whirlwind Champion! A man who was cheated out of that title, who will capture his title here tonight! An icon in this sport! Give it up for Double J JOE JONES!”
Boos as Nightclub’s Dear Enemy plays and the former WW Champion, the longest reigning champion walks out from the back in sandals, cargo shorts and a white wife beater shirt. He pauses at the top of the stage and removes his shades and flips the earpieces in and slides them over the collar of his shirt. The crowd is giving him hell. Joe waves them off and makes his way down to the ring.
James in the meanwhile is holding the ropes open for this lovely ladies of Whirlwind Wrestling to exit the ring. Joe climbs into the ring and James is all excited to see him, walking out to the center of the ring with his arms out for a bro hug, and they do in fact hug each other, but Joe didn’t bend down or knee down to hug James, and Joe wraps his hands and arm around James’s head and holds him tightly…...as the crowd laughs pretty good.
James is crotch high to Joe, and thus is getting a face full of Joe’s stuff. Joe closes his eyes and tilts his head back as James starts to tap out and taps Joe’s thighs and tries to escape. He eventually does and backpedals away from Joe. James places his hands on his hips, all mad. Joe covers his mouth and acts like he can’t believe that just happened.
The crowd chants “ONE MORE TIME!”
James wags his finger and shouts “NO!”
“ONE MORE TIME!”
Again, James shouts “NO!”
Joe then drops to one knee and holds his arms out. “Come on Little Buddy! Bring it in!”
James shots Joe a look for calling him a little buddy,but then gives in a they hug.
The crowd goes “AH!!!!” and after they stop hugging each other, they quickly start up a “ONE MORE TIME” chant, to which, Joe and James hug it out one more time to a huge applause.
Joe stands up and catches a mic that was tossed towards him.
Joe Jones: “Man! Before we get into it, I just have to say this. It feels damn good to be back in this ring, to be back in Mexico! To be back in Whirlwind Wrestling!”
Cheers from everyone.
Joe Jones: “I feel I speak for everyone when I say that all of us have unfinished business here! Whirlwind Wrestling came and went way too quickly and let’s hope, this time! It sticks around! We were just starting to knock on something great the last time and from me, from James here and everyone in the back that is not currently out here in this ring, We want to give you a big thank you to everyone who didn’t forget about us and bought a ticket for tonight! From the bottom of our hearts, Thank you!”
Big round of applause from everyone.
Joe Jones: “Personally! This has touched me. It has warmed my heart! You have spoken directly to my soul! And I couldn’t be happier…...it just means so much to me guys, that you are here tonight. Here to watch me, beat that fraud of a champion’s ass here! In middle of this ring! MY RING! In MY ARENA! To bare witness to watching me capture MY title away from that big goof Stevie Callaway! He stole my belt and you bet your ass that I will getting that back where it belongs, right here tonight!”
And they boo.
Joe Jones: “How dare he calls him the International Whirlwind Champion! He has done nothing but disrespect that belt! You know! I will just say it! There is a reason why when he got lucky and “won” my belt, this place instantly snapped shut its doors! When little Stevie Callway is your champion, your company is no longer profitable! That isn’t me just getting a dig in, that is a fact! While I put asses in seats as you can see here tonight! That bum Stevie Callaway chases them out of the building!”
More boos.
Joe Jones: “Tonight! Oh yeah! I’m getting my belt back! And when I do, it will go down as the 3 seconds that will changed professional wrestling forever and launch this company once again, back to the forefront of pro wrestling today! Once again! Your savior is here to save the day, save this company and take out the trash!”
Cold’s “Remedy” begins to play and a huge pop shakes the building as the current International Whirlwind Champion slowly walks out from the back with the belt on his shoulder. Joe and James talk among themselves as Stephen slowly makes his way out from the back and looks down at the former champion and his opponent in tonight’s main event.
Stephen Callaway - You want to blame me for Whirlwind not being on TV? You looked closer to home? I mean I took one look at your ugly mug on a monitor in the back and I wanted to change the channel.
The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and laughter. Joe Jones rolls his eyes and mouths “Yeah, Okay buddy.”.
Stephen Callaway: Being what I thought was the last champion of a company out of business amused me. To win a title but never getting to defend it, never getting all the perks, bells and whistles that come with being the champion. But as I stand here I look at you. While the look of your face is making me queasy to the point I regret having such a big lunch, I like seeing you standing there because I know that Whirlwind is indeed back on the air. But I'm sure all these people didn't part with their cash to watch you and I engage in conversation.
More cheers.
Stephen Callaway - They paid to see wrestling, they paid to see a fight. To use some phrases I heard come from a monitor in the back 'Little Stevie Callaway is YOUR champion and your savior is here to save the day, save this company and take out the trash! So how about I come down there, rearrange your mug to something vaguely presentable and Calsi Kick your Tiny Tim so hard he gains that extra three feet!"
This causes James to get all fired up! He starts to shout words that can’t be repeated on TV towards Stephen who can’t help but smirk. Joe gets in front of him and holds him back from leaving the ring and tries to calm him down. It takes a second or two for Joe to get James to settle down, when he does he turns his attention back to Stephen.
Joe Jones: “We don’t have to wait till later tonight Stevie! We can do this right now big boy!”
Stephen Callaway drops the mike to the floor and removes his coat before heading to the ring. Joe ditches the mic and tears his shirt off and gets ready for Callaway to climb into the ring. Officer Brent Justice, Head of Security runs out from the back and chases after Callaway as he charges into the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to his feet, where Joe charges at him, missing with a wild running lariat, Callaway ducking in under that, bouncing off the ropes, as Joe stops, turns and catches a huge clothesline by Callaway, sending him up and over the top rope and out of the ring to the approval of the crowd! When Joe lands on the concrete floor he is pissed, slapping the floor with his hands and quickly turning to get back in that ring! Callaway takes a couple of steps backwards, where James attempts to chop block him in the back of the knee, but it doesn’t work.
Callaway snaps around and spots the pint sized brawler. James turns white as a ghost as Callaway then reaches for him, but James barely escapes the Champion, just as Brent Justice slides into the ring. James starts to run in a circle around Callaway, Brent chasing him and Callaway taking after both of them. That is when Joe climbs up on the ring apron looking to sling himself into the ring and tackle Callaway, but Callaway spots him, and winds up that big size 12 of his his and goes to hit his Claymore Kick on Joe, but Joe ducks and jumps off of the apron and away from Callaway’s huge foot flying at him over the top rope! James makes his exit out of the ring on the other side. Brent then makes sure he doesn’t get back in the ring as James makes his way around the ring to join Joe is slowly backing his way up the ramp while running his mouth at Callaway.
Pendragon vs RUIN
At the onset of the bell, RUIN took his sweet time with some basic stretches while the masked dragon waited patiently. Referee James Farva asked if the much older RUIN was ready, to which he yawned “sure”, in a very non-focused way. Pendragon quickly approached at that signal, taking the veteran’s wrist and whipping him back into the ropes. RUIN caught the top rope however and halted his momentum, stepping through the ropes and to the apron. Pendragon watched before bringing his foot up to catch RUIN’s face – which RUIN blocked with both hands, shoving back the masked man. A quick blank stare later and RUIN had hopped down from the apron, hands thrown up in disrespect at Pendragon.
Thatcher: RUIN showing absolutely no desire or even care to earn his paycheck here it seems. Not to mention a complete lack of respect for the fan favorite Pendragon…
Pendragon meanwhile rebounded off the opposite ropes to sprint towards RUIN’s side of the floor, the veteran turning and putting both hands up in fear. Pendragon however once at the ropes stopped short of diving through them, instead quickly stepping between them to the apron, followed by a short jump off the apron with his fists joined together in a makeshift double-fisted sledge! RUIN in his state takes the full brunt of the strike on his spine, which reminded him to drop to a knee with a hand briefly on his spine, as if in pain. Pendragon looked curiously at the situation, almost befuddled at RUIN’s mannerisms.
Thatcher: What a stance by the veteran to withstand the masked dragon’s early onslaught question mark.
Pendragon continued the offense with a slap to the back of RUIN’s head, followed by a back rake which prompted a back elbow to the face from RUIN. Pendragon stumbled back on the impact while RUIN began to rally. He turned, taking Pendragon into a side headlock as he does so. He drags the dragon back to the announce table, slamming him off the top of it, face first! Pendragon recoils as he drops to a knee while RUIN flexes to the Monterrey natives that clearly are not into him at all.
Thatcher: Is he on something? It’s like he’s shrugging off pain faster than it would happen. Like some real life Bullshark Testosterone…
RUIN continues, taking Pendragon’s head in both his hands before throwing him into the apron – but Pendragon grabs RUIN’s arm and whips him into the apron instead! Or would, had RUIN not stopped himself, almost afraid of making contact with the ring. Pendragon helped him along though, with a straight kick to the spine that pushed him chest first into the apron! RUIN let out a very visible, loud gasp as his lungs were almost crushed by the ring. Pendragon then takes RUIN by the back of his head and slides him into the ring under the bottom rope, followed up by a quick lateral press and a one count, with RUIN rolling over onto his chest.
Pendragon sits up on his knees and it was then that, after monitoring RUIN’s most recent behavior, he realized what the veteran was doing to him. RUIN was slow to get to his hands and knees while Pendragon stood up, bringing his foot under the veteran and into his gut like a field goal kick! The impact sent him right back to the mat in a heap.
Thatcher: GGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!
RUIN was helped up to his knees by Pendragon, who began lighting him up with a series of mid-high kicks to his chest. A one! Two! Three! But after the third, RUIN instead hardened his chest and puffed it out, almost begging for another. Pendragon obliged...but with a hard kick to the face, sending the veteran to the mat with his eyes rolled in the back of his head!
Thatcher: If RUIN was trying to absorb everything, he wasn’t going to absorb that kick! Geez, you could count to a thousand and he still wouldn’t get up.
As Thatcher had alluded to, RUIN was on the proverbial dream street while Pendragon stepped over him with one foot placed on his chest. James Farva drops down to make the elementary count;
1!
2!
3!
Cruz Bleckley: Your winner as a result of a pinfall, PEEENNNNDDRRRAAGGGOOONNN!!
The masked dragon nonchalantly stood up, albeit not without kicking dirt over RUIN’s body metaphorically. Though you couldn’t see it in his face, clearly he was upset over the lackadaisical contest he just put together.
Farva raised Pendragon’s arm in victory but it didn’t take long before the masked man pulled away. With respect, he motioned to Cruz Bleckley for his mic and the crowd quieted down in anticipation.
Pendragon: It’s been a long time. I’ve missed this. But…
He motioned to RUIN, who was still out cold.
Pendragon: This is not how I intended my homecoming to be. I fight for honor, for respect, glory...and this man is none of these things. I still hunger for the competition, and the pride that comes with delivering the show I’m capable of, rather than that which I’m allowed to give. So, with that said;
?: Well if it’s a fight you want...
”LET’S GET DANGEROUS!”
Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy” started to send this capacity crowd into a frenzy as the man who needed no introduction made his appearance very known. MAX Danger stepped into the shot with chants of...
”MAX!”
”MAX!”
”MAX!”
...breaking out, before he could speak.
MAX Danger: Y’know if you want a real fight, big MAX ain’t got a thing to do tonight, and you look like you still more than a little thirsty. Ya dig? What say you?
The crowd was eagerly awaiting the favorable reply. It didn’t take the masked dragon long to make a decision, while MAX made his way to the ring.
Thatcher: Well what do you know. We’ve got an impromptu match here with a big fight feel, between two guys who only want and expect the best in competition!
Pendragon vs MAX Danger
As the bell rang, MAX slid into the ring. Dragon took a step back and jumped onto the second rope to spring back to MAX with the “Turn of the Tide” (Disaster Kick) to which MAX slides underneath! Pendragon lands on his feet however, while MAX springs up, and, with a discus spin, brings his big meaty fist up to the masked dragon’s face, his signature “Let’s Get Dangerous” (WMD), which Pendragon narrowly evades for his own safety! The two stand in front of each other, a pair of nods of approval shared between competitors.
Thatcher: Look at the show of respect!
The two move to a lock up with MAX taking the early advantage via side headlock. MAX wrenches on it for a moment before Pendragon slides out thanks to his leg tripping MAX up. MAX stumbles forward which allows Pendragon to go behind, his hands wrapped around MAX’ waist in a rear waistlock. He starts to heave him back, but MAX puts the brakes on, breaking the hold with a terrific show of strength! The two return to the way things started.
Thatcher: MAX got into a bit of trouble there with his gambit to out technique the dragon, but with his strength he managed to compensate accordingly. Well played, big guy. You’ve learned much in your year off.
Pendragon knew he would not be able to out power the big man, but with his experience, he knew he could out think him. All it took was waiting for the one misplay. He starts to grapple MAX once again, but this time as MAX is drawn in, Pendragon takes the last moment step back to instead grab his arm, taking him to the mat with an unexpected arm drag. From the prone position, Pendragon transitions to an armbar. MAX lets out a grunt for a moment before pulling his arm free. Pendragon rolls back, then connects with a double booted dropkick to the face. MAX lurches back while Pendragon hooks the near leg for a quick cover;
1!
MAX kicks out!
Thatcher: Now we have a fight!
Pendragon gets back to his feet quick, just in time to get caught by an uppercut to the gut by the mixed martial arts legend that slowed him to a crawl! MAX continued the onslaught with a boxing jab and a second, also targeting the now damaged midsection of the masked dragon, the impact of his hits pushing him back into the ropes. MAX then hooks Pendragon up in a vertical suplex, taking him straight up.
Still holding…
Still holding…
Still holding...
Still holding…
Still holding...
...Before bringing Pendragon back down to spring his legs off the top rope, and catapult over his shoulder completing the suplex! MAX falls back onto Pendragon, reaching back to hook the far leg as Farva counts;
1!
2!
Pendragon rolls his shoulder off the mat!
Thatcher: What a move, an innovative slingshot suplex by MAX Danger!
MAX was clearly the quicker to his feet as he awaited Pendragon. He cocked his fist back as the raucous crowd woo’d and cheered for the most feared punch in the entire Whirlwind. Pendragon slowly climbed to his feet, still disoriented after that slingshot suplex when MAX let out a primal yell – which was all Pendragon needed to get his wits about him and instinctively duck the incoming punch that surely would have been his...End Game. MAX found himself way over-extended, having followed through with the punch which Pendragon took to his advantage by sliding behind the big man and taking him into a rear headlock before driving him to the mat with a release german suplex!
Thatcher: The one misplay the masked dragon was looking for…
MAX ends up folded like an accordion as Pendragon sits up to survey the action. He didn’t even have to think about the next move as the correct play was obvious. Quickly, he scampered to MAX and locked his hands around the big guy’s neck, the “Geas” (Tazzmission) being fully applied. MAX struggled, even rolling back to place both of Pendragon’s shoulders to the mat and prompting a count by referee Farva;
1!
2!
Pendragon rolled to the side, keeping the hold locked on as MAX’ movements finally slowed. Farva reaches down to check on MAX.
He raises his arm once – it falls haplessly to the mat!
He raises his arm twice – CRASH!
Thatcher: Oh gim’me a break!
The camera pans back to reveal none other than RUIN, stood above Pendragon with a steel chair pointed downward at the devastating submission!
Thatcher: That old man gave no effort, yet is jealous of two other guys putting on a clinic. What a...forget it.
RUIN turns his attention to MAX as he smashes the chair across the big man’s chest to force the no contest! MAX rolls away with his hands clutching at his chest in a heap. Meanwhile RUIN stands tall with the chair raised into the air in one hand. The crowd turns to booes which quickly turn to cheers as Pendragon rises behind him, wrapping his hands around the veteran’s neck, pulling him into the “Geas”! RUIN flails about ineffectively as the air quickly begins to escape his lungs...until the lights go out!
Thatcher: Damn it, it’s only our first night back, what the hell!
When they come back on, a man in a dark hood stood behind Pendragon, quickly slamming the back of his head with what looked like a silver restaurant serving tray! The impact caused dragon to release the hold as he slowly crumpled to a knee. RUIN gasped for air as he turned around to see the hooded man, then a smile slowly crept across his face…
Thatcher: What?! Was he in on it? No one likes RUIN though…
The man flung his hood back, revealing Monte “The Python” – the infamous “gopher” around the Whirlwind offices.
Thatcher: What the actual hell…
RUIN puts a pair of stomps to Pendragon while Monte reaches behind himself to remove a breadstick from his pocket and placing it in his mouth. The crowd goes to a deafening level of booes while Pendragon remains on the mat, RUIN and Monte’s feet stood atop him like a hunting trophy. The two men enjoying a breadstick after their conquest all the same…
Thatcher: What a petty display! What does it hurt RUIN or Monte if Pendragon and MAX are having a great match? Why interrupt that and spoil the entertainment for our fans?
A medic team arrives at ringside to tend to Pendragon and MAX while event security escorts Monte and RUIN away.
Thatcher: Folks, how exactly will Pendragon and MAX respond? Surely, it won’t be by standing idly by...
“Baby I’m worth it” hits over the public address system as the fans begin to boo loudly knowing that Whirlwind’s most infamous duo Veronica Taylor, and Bianca Davis are about to make their entrance to the arena. As the red carpet rolls out from the back and paparazzi appear as from the back steps Wrestling's Prettiest Tag Team The Pretty Committee. Veronica Taylor is dressed in her pink ring gear with her entrance robe over it, and Hollywood style sunglasses. Bianca Davis is dressed in a black top, pink mini skirt, and black high heel boots, and a black gucci bag slung over her shoulder. Veronica takes out a selfie stick and her and Bianca pose arrogantly as the flash bulbs from the paparazzi and her self stick takes pictures of the arrogant duo. As they walk, the two take selfies with their selfie stick and even fake allow the fans to participate but then they move away, mocking them before taking more selfies of themselves. They continue, sauntering their way toward the steel steps, ordering the referee to lower the ropes for them. Which they do as they climb up taking the time for more selfies of themselves for the booing fans. Veronica, then enters followed by Bianca. They join each other in the center of the ring for more selfies, and arrogant posing, soon enough Bianca barks at the stage hand for a microphone she is handed over and snatched two microphones and handed one to her bestie, and Bianca soon put it up to her perfectly glossed lips. As she began to speak in her normal arrogant tone.
Bianca Davis: Attention basics, freaks, ratchet hoes, thots, and all other lower degenerate life forms. Please stand at attention and adore at will the women who you paid to see! So clap your filthy hands for wrestling’s prettiest, most popular, and most slaytastic tag team. The PRETTY COMMITTEE YOU MAY ADORE AT WILL NOW FUGGOS!
The fans of course greet this with even louder boos. Which Bianca, and Veronica don’t take well too. The reaction rolling their eyes at the “basics” in attendance as soon Bianca then shrieks loudly over the microphone.
Bianca Davis: I SAID ADORE US BASICS! WE’RE BETTER THAN YOU!
The boos only grow louder as Bianca begins to get upset, however, Veronica moves closer and whispers something in her ear, Which causes Bianca to calm down and a smirk to grow as the two share a catty giggle. Veronica begins to speak.
Veronica Taylor: Don’t worry about these basics doll. They are just not used to seeing such beauty in front of them. I mean like hello these are the same people who cheered for Basic Blaze, Sam Dogface Tolson, and the Fuggo Dragon. I don’t think they would know what true beauty and star power is if it walked up and slapped them in the face. BUt then again who would want to touch any of these basics. EWW!
The fans booed loudly as Veronica, and Bianca share a laugh at their expense as Veronica counties on the microphone flipping her hair in a smug fashion, and placing a hand on her hip.
Veronica Taylor: Like come on you uggos know it’s all true. That’s why you boo us? Because you want us but can’t have us. And we don’t blame you I mean it’s people like you who make us even richer, who blew up Divinity Unlimited into signing us because they knew like all of you that you couldn’t live without us. And see, Mexico now? This is our Queendom we run the show here whether you like it or not, it doesn’t matter.
Bianca Davis: So bow down to your Queens of Whirlwind. The fairest queens of them all.
Veronica Taylor: The fairest of the fair.
They do a playful nuzzle which causes the fans to boo even louder at their antics. As they turn to the fans laughing at them. As Bianca soon begins to speak pointing to the bag next to her.
Bianca Davis: Now I know what all of you are thinking. What type of fabulous thing do you have in the bag, and how lucky are we to see the Pretty Committee live and in person too? You’re welcome by the way, in this bag is the hottest prettiest new accessory in wrestling history and it belongs to the one and only Queen of Mean herself! The first class Mean Girl and the only one who is truly fabulous in this business besides myself. Of course basics I am talking about Veronica Freakin Taylor.
Bianca reaches into the bag and pulls out what appears to be a hot pink leather strap to hand to Veronica, who feigns a tear as the hug in the ring, and give each other a kiss on the cheek. The cuban beauty holds the belt high up in the air as the fans really let her have it. However, Veronica looks at it almost with a look of disgust. On the front it says Southern Heavyweight Championship.
Thatcher: Southern Heavyweight Title? What is this, I’ve seen no mention of a secondary championship being introduced to the Whirlwind...and with a pink strap?! What the hell is going on here!
Bianca Davis: Something wrong love?
Veronica nods, before speaking.
Veronica Taylor: I mean this title just isn’t hawt enough for me. Just not yet there's one thing missing, what could it be? Oh right I got it.
Bianca reaches into the bag and pulls out a new title front plate patch and places it over the Southern Heavyweight[/u] words before revealing it. It now said Gulf Coast Championship, complete with the iconic “WW” logo emblazoned over the patch. Veronica poses with her belt with a wide smirk as Bianca claps for the Queen of Mean. The new name replacement plate looked like a repair plate slapped over a blemish in the construction more than anything.
Thatcher: Unbelievable, you can’t just gift yourselves a title, and expect it to stick! That’s not how we do things inside of the Whirlwind! Folks, it goes without saying that this …..thing, is not officially sanctioned by this company and I am utterly baffled to see such a disrespectful display. The Pretty Committee are so desperate for attention and spotlight that they have BOUGHT their own championship, and we’re just supposed to accept this? I can’t even believe my eyes!
Bianca Davis: And just to show you basics how deserving this Queendom is of holding this new and super prestigious championship, we’re golng to give two lucky athletes in the back the chance of a lifetime! A chance to catapult their career by being seen on the same level as US, multi-cultural icons of this business!
Veronica meanwhile hands her new pink strapped title to referee James Farva and begins stretching and warming up.
Bianca Davis: And that’s not all, because we know how much you crave seeing us in this ring, we’re gonna give you a night to remember. My BFF Veronica here will be gifting you not one, but TWO championship matches in one night, because that’s the kind of champion she is….
Thatcher: I think your actions tonight have already shown us what kind of “champion” you really are………………..
LMFAO’s “Party Rock Anthem” hits the Gimnasio while Veronica feigns an expression of surprise.
Cruz Bleckley: Introducing, making his Whirlwind Wrestling debut. He weighed in this morning at 202 pounds...please welcome, GIIILLLL!! SAAATTUUUURRRNNNNN!!
Gil fist pumps his way down the aisle to the bottom where he stops and turns to the left. He approaches a fan to give him the opportunity of a lifetime; he presents his fist to the fan and asks for a fist bump...but then pulls it away at the last second! Gil screams “YOLO!” as he pulls away in laughter, a move which caused Veronica to share in his laughter. Gil turns and heads to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope.
He looks Veronica up and down, with perhaps a stare that lasted a couple seconds longer than was comfortable, then back bumps to the mat, right in front of Vero! Quickly, she makes the cover off a firm, textbook lateral press as referee James Farva sheepishly counts the fall.
Thatcher: Oh c’mon you gotta be kidding me! Veronica Taylor is nothing more than a con artist!
1!
2!
3!
Cruz Bleckley: Your winner of the first fall, Veroooonnniiiiiiccccaaaaaa Taaaayloooorrrrror!
With no time to spare, Vero quickly stands up and wipes the sweat from her brow after the “hard fought match”. Within a moment, Imagine Dragons’ “Natural” blasts the Gimnasio off it’s feet for…
Cruz Bleckley: Introducing next, Veronica Taylor’s second opponent of the evening, he weighed in this morning at 235 pounds...please welcome, MIIIKKKEEEEEE!! SAAATTUUUURRRNNNNN!!
Thatcher: Waitaminute, are they brothers or something? Damn it, what did you do Veronica?!
Mike Saturn, unlike Gil, poses his index finger and his thumb into a gun and aims it right at Veronica. With a flick of his wrist, his “shot” was fired with Vero matrix low bridging to avoid the imaginary bullet. “It’s a shoot” he yelled, as he made his way to the ring with a purpose. Vero cautiously took a step back, almost questioning what the man was doing.
Ding. Ding.
At the onset, Vero snapped her fingers and pointed at the ring mat, shouting “Down!” to the man who merely shook his head in defiance! Had her plan backfired? She launched forward at him, but this time it was his turn to low bridge her which sent her sailing into the ropes. As she returned, Mike leap frogged her, then grabbed her around the waist and pulled her shoulders down with a victory roll pin! James Farva dropped down to make the count;
1!
2!
Veronica rocked her weight forward, pushing herself over him and putting his shoulders on the mat!
1!
2!
3!
Thatcher: Was that three?!
Cruz Bleckley: The winner of the match, and stttiiillll, the Whirlwind Gulf Coast Champion...Veroooonnniiiiiiccccaaaaaa Taaaayloooorrrrror!
Mike casually sits up then is helped to his feet by Gil and Bianca Davis while Veronica celebrates by ordering Farva to wrap her pink strapped title belt around her waist.
Thatcher: What the...why are they helping him up…
Vero turns to face Mike, and the music cuts out. The atmosphere grew tense until...Vero and Mike embraced in the ring! Mike and Gil raised Vero’s arms up in celebration of the beginning of the reign of terror for the Queen of Mean.
Thatcher: That’s all this was, a damn set up, Veronica Taylor is sick, Bianca Davis is a damn snake! They made a mockery of this industry, and this company with their disrespect towards everything that is right!
The four raise each other’s arms like they just completed the heist of the century while getting pelted by half empty beer cups, popcorn, and a plate of nachos when suddenly…
Ozzy’s “Hellraiser” kicked on, causing the four athletes jaws to drop in unison.
Thatcher: Now what is it?!
Thatcher: Oh my God who the hell is that he is HUGE!!
Vero looks like she saw a ghost as the man stands there on the stage pumping his arms up and mouthing three syllables! Quickly, he bursts down to the ring which prompts Vero and Bianca to shove The Saturn Boys into him as they safely get out of the ring! Mike charges at the man head first, and gets shoved over the top rope and to the apron, barely hanging on to the top rope in spite of the incredible velocity! Gil charges right after, but the man quickly turns around and catches him, scooping him up - AND DRILLING GIL TO THE MAT WITH A HIGH VELOCITY SPINOUT POWERBOMB (Deep Six Powerbomb)!!
Thatcher: WHOA!!
Mike drops down off the apron and grabs Gil by the leg, pulling him out of the ring under the bottom rope, while the big guy turns to Vero almost as if it were intentional. The man pumps his arms in succession at her, mouthing those same three syllables, this time being loud enough for the ring mics to pick it up.
MAS!
TO!
DON!
MAS!
TO!
DON!
Thatcher: Mastodon? Is that what he said? Whoever this guy is, he seems to take incredible issue with the self-proclaimed Queen of the Whirlwind, Veronica Taylor...and I’m pretty damn confident that his feelings towards Bianca Davis aren’t that great either!
Vero’s eyes went wide as it all began to come back to her now.
THAT guy. It was HIM. From all those months ago…
The girls quickly regrouped on the other side of the ring with The Saturn Boys, it was obvious that a plan would have to be devised…………………………………………
Thatcher: Folks, stick around...I’d put money on business being about to pick up, “all of a sudden”.
WhirlwindⓇ Flashback said:
A miracle is born…The Pretty Reckless' “Going to Hell” blares as she walks out as it is dark.Cruz Bleckley: ...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, standing 5' 8”! She is the current reigning!! And defending, DARC Pro Sports Heavyweight Champion; Cecily! Beeeelllllll!!!
She doesn't interact with the fans as she walks down. She slides into the ring and grabs a mic, before taking a seat in the corner as the music fades out.
Cecily Bell: So I was supposed to fight former, and longest-reigning, NGW Unified Heavyweight Champion Gavin Grimes here tonight. But as you can see...Gavin was unable to make it. So what's a girl to do...
She lets herself trail off, leaving the crowd to speculate on where she's going.
Cecily Bell: No, what's a Fringe Lunatic to do...you wanna get, crazy?! Let's get crazy!
Kenneth Starr: What?! Why on Earth, what are you.
The arena lights strobe as a voice calls out.
"TURBO! TURBO! TURBO!"
The voice fades out as "Jump" - Van Halen picks up.
~I get up,
and nothing gets me down!
You've got it tough.
I've seen the toughest around.~
The curtain is pushed open as Tyson Turbo struts out into the entrance area with his hands "raising the roof". He flashes a big grin to which the crowd responds with encouraging gestures. Turbo continues down the aisle, periodically doing his "raise the roof" taunting to the beat of the song.
Cruz Bleckley: Introducing, from "Turbo City, USA" he stands 5' 6" and weighs in at 190 pounds! TYYYYSSSSOOOOOONNNNNN! TUUUUURRRRRRBOOOO!!!
~So can't you see me standing here, I've got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen!
Might as well jump.
Jump!
Go ahead, jump!~
Turbo slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He tries to kip up but he just falls back on his shoulders! He looks over at the crowd who encourages him to try again, he does so, and this time he gets to his feet. He stretches both his arms out with a cheesy grin, as the rest of the crowd cheer for their hero.
Tyson Turbo: Crazy? Well I'll tell you what's crazy. These people, every single one of them all paid to see a FIGHT! They wanna see that –
Tyson points straight down to the ring, right at Cecily Bell's DARC Pro Heavyweight Championship belt slung over her shoulder. This, naturally, pops the crowd in anticipation of what's to come.
Tyson Turbo: Well, I've never ever even had a Heavyweight Title match in the two and a half years I've been doing this...but these people all paid for a spectacle! So Cecily, what do you say...you wanna make history? Let's give all of the Kezar Pavilion a show they will never, ever forget!
Cecily Bell was looking over Tyson, contemplating the offer set before her. Before she can respond though...
Nikki Minaj's 'Fly' begins playing as the camera focuses on the entrance tunnel, but after a few seconds, the camera pans around to show a young, smiling woman stepping from the tunnel to the stage.
Chadwick: Who the hell?
Starr: It’s like a dang circus out here, c’mon leave the Champion alone!
?: I know most of you have no idea who I am, so allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rayven Hardy.
She pauses as the fans take a moment to cheer, although the cheers are light compared to the ovation Tyson Turbo received moments earlier.
Rayven Hardy: For anyone familiar with social media, it was announced that I would be given a match at Birthday Bash, and with Gavin Grimes being unavailable tonight, Mr.Blake told me it was time to sink or swim, so here I am. I heard you were a fighting champion, Cece? Let’s see how much fight you have in you!
Rayven dropped the microphone as her adrenaline looked to be on one hundred. She bounced at the top of the entranceway nervously but nodded out to the fans as she continued down towards ringside.
Starr: Really?
Varlet: That’s what it sounds like.
Chadwick: Typical. Just another rookie trying to get big quick...she’ll never last versus our Fringe Lunatic!
Cecily paces around the ring, periodically looking up to the two competitors, taking her sweet time. After a few passes by she stops, drops the title on the mat and looks up to the two of them, bringing the mic up to her mouth...
Cecily Bell: You're On!
Varlet: Well here we go, we got an impromptu Triple Threat Ladder Match, for the DARC Pro Heavyweight Championship!
*jump cut*
As Ty hits the ropes, Cecily lunges forward to connect with a shoulerblock to the ribs that sends Ty tumbling out of the ring! She gets back to her feet to observe Ray still down on the mat. She nods, then goes outside to grab a ladder, bringing it into the ring.
Varlet: The champ lookin' to end it early tonight.
Starr: Why not? She's not getting paid by the hour now.
Carefully she sets it up, making sure it's solidly placed before stepping onto the first rung. She can't get further than the second rung though before a closed fist punch to the kidney halts her momentum – Ray punches at her again before grabbing her arm and pulling her off the ladder! Cecily lands hard, which is followed up by a soccer ball kick to the back from Ray! She turns her attention to the ladder, looking up to see the Title sparkling under the arena lights. She can't help but smile at the sight.
Varlet: Rayven, getting a bit starstruck there.
Starr: Well she needs to focus on the match, less daydreaming on the belt!
Chadwick: The time for daydreaming about a future is anytime NOT in the heat of battle.
With a deep breath she starts to make her way up the ladder, but this time it's Cecily who returns the favour of the closed fist punches to the kidney. The impact stops her cold, allowing Cecily to get up underneath her. She takes a step away from the ladder with Ray sitting on her shoulders. She takes a step closer to the ropes, and dumps Ray over in a powerbomb – but Ray wraps her legs around Cecily's neck, and takes her to the outside as well via hurricanrana!
*jump cut*
Tyson finally sits up and crawls over to Ray checking on her. He looks over at Cecily, and then it finally hits him. He stands up straight, his eyes wander to the ladder, and a huge grin takes over his face.
Chadwick: Oh God, don't tell me this nerd thinks he can be Heavyweight Champion.
Tyson starts to slide in the ring...until a hand reaches up and grabs his leg! Ty starts to struggle, while Ray gets up to her feet, using Ty to do so. Just as she does, he kicks back, sending her into the steel barricade! Just he tries to continue though, he feels another hand – this time it's Cecily! She grabs him and pulls him out of the ring, but he lands on his feet on the floor. She chops his chest, triggering a chorus of “Wooooo!” through the venue, which Ty recoils from. But Ty steps back up to her, boxing her ears with a double slap! Cecily reaches to hold her ears while Ty runs her into the barricade, over Ray. He slowly starts to 'raise the roof', before jumping up on the apron. The Kezar Pavilion's anticipation heightens as Ty looks at the two opponents, then points out to all the fans. He shouted, “You wanna see this?!”
“YES!”
“YES!”
“YES!”
A unanimous response confirmed that Tyson knew what he had to do. He stepped in the ring, running back to the far ropes, he comes back and jumps over the top rope –
Varlet: Turbo Air!!
Indeed, Ty flies through the air, and lands on Cecily and Rayven with a front flip senton splash on the outside! All three lie on the floor, the match taking it's clear toll on them.
Starr: He just sacrificed himself. What an idiot!
Chadwick: He could have just left, the new DARC Pro Sports Heavyweight Champion...
Varlet: Gotta give the crowd their money's worth. Tyson put his body on the line to do just that. Respect!
Starr: Nerd.
*jump cut*
Cecily sets the table up there on the floor, checking it to make sure it's stable. She turns around to grab both Tyson and Rayven, pulling them to the table. She pulls them up, rolling one on top of the other, stacked up like a double plate of mashed potatoes. Cecily fires a couple of shots onto them, before sliding into the ring. She climbs up on the top turnbuckle, carefully steadying her weight, this crowd watching in awe'd amazement...she leaps into the air, double foot stomp incoming...
Chadwick: Yeah, do it, so you can cost yourself the match, you cocky bastard.
Varlet: It's do or die!
THEY BOTH MOVED!! Cecily crashes through the table, feet first, almost crumbling on impact!
Starr: that's gonna play hell on her ankles in the morning...
Varlet: They've gotta be just smashed!
“HOLY SH*T!”
The crowd's appreciation of these three really giving their all started to come more to life as Rayven begins to come to first, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. She sits up against the rope, her eyes locking onto the ladder, but it takes a moment before it finally hits her! She was all alone in the ring, with a set up ladder and a shiny piece of jewelry hanging from the top. Slowly she crawls to the ladder, pulling herself up with it, rung by rung.
Varlet: It just set in...
Starr: Took her long enough. Climb that ladder now while you still can!
Each rung she passed, absorbed step-by-step, it had to have felt like thirty rungs of a hundred foot ladder, but still she was only half way there. She briefly looked down, and then back up – but froze, the idea of being so high off the ground clearly getting in the head of the rookie. “No fear”, she mumbles under her breath, and with a gulp she continues up the ladder about three-forths of the way up when the roar of the crowd reaches a fever pitch – Tyson springboards off the second rope, grabbing Rayven by the arm and throwing her to the mat with the “Turbo Slash” (Steamboat's Armdrag)!!
Chadwick: WHAT THE HELL?!
Starr: Where did that little nerd come from?!
Rayven was thrown across the ring, and that's when Tyson looked up...his eyes welled up with joy as – much like Rayven before him – he realized just what was in front of him. Briefly he bent down to check on Rayven, but then turned back to the ladder. Two rungs in, he already was hesitating, the fear of heights being very real – but he kept on.
Varlet: C'mon kid, race for your dream!
*jump cut*
By this point, Rayven has started to stir as she starts crawling to the ladder to set it up again. She can't help but stop to go glance at Tyson after such a horrific fall, but quickly she turns back to the ladder. Again she starts climbing back up, and again she gets to the three-fourths mark, before the ladder begins to shake – with Cecily Bell at the base!
Chadwick: How TF is she even standing?!
“Standing”, I guess, it was more her using the ladder as a crutch as she tried shaking the ladder once more before climbing up.
Varlet: This is un-effin-believable, Cecily doesn't want to give up HER Championship!
Rayven tried climbing further, but she knew she couldn't reach for the Belt with someone on the other side. She reaches for Cecily, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up a rung or two – but gets met with a hard right-hand for her assistance! Rayven reels at the top of the ladder, but then comes back with a hard slap of her own! Cecily reels and comes back, but gets her face smashed into the top of the ladder! Appearing unresponsive, Rayven steadies herself, then places both hands on Cecily's forehead, and shoves her back – and directly down – to the mat! Cecily lands in a hard thud on the mat while...
Rayven breathes a sigh of relief, before taking the final rung, reaching up to grab the Championship from the hook! She shoves it in the air with both hands, proud of the debut of a lifetime!
Cruz Bleckley: Here is your winner, and the NNNEEEEWWWWW DARC Pro Sports Heavyweight Champion!! RAYVEN!! HAAARRRRDDYYYY!!!!
”Fly” starts playing as The Jazz helps her down from the ladder.
Varlet: A San Francisco miracle...
Starr: Many people don't even win their debut, let alone a main event debut.
Chadwick: And for the Heavyweight Title no less?!
Varlet: She walked into the Birthday Bash as a virtual unknown, and walks out...Champion.
Starr: Let's not take anything away from Cecily's drive...and Tyson's gambit. Rayven will probably meet them again...but for now, she's shocked the world in a debut. Let's see what she does next!
“All it takes is one bad day...”
Upon Whirlwind suspending operations it appeared that their fated match at Wildfire would never take place. Everyone was, for better or worse, allowed to go their own separate ways professionally. Pendragon and his faithful confidant, El Herrero retired (?) to the sprawling Pendragon Estate somewhere deep within the heart of Mexico. It it were to be the final run for the two masked associates, having reinvented themselves in the most drastic way possible there appeared to be no regrets. A nation enthralled and entertained and all while doing things the right way and standing up against injustice that threatened to rob the heart of the very company determined to do things their own way. Despite several opportunities at the Whirlwind Championship The Man in the Mask never walked away with the ultimate prize but to see The Upper Class's hand picked proxy fall to a man that was perhaps equal parts ally and rival at least gave Pendragon some peace. Philosophical differences aside, the greater evil fell on what would become the final show... Jacob ultimately lost. A bunch of pyro sprouting out of a turnbuckle with B-movie level special effects wouldn't change that. But while Pendragon was carefully plotting his next move in life Jacob was prepared to get his revenge one way or another...
September 10, 2018
WhirlwindⓇ Flashback said:
Interior: The Pendragon EstateThe red Segway PT raced over a loose dirt road at “breakneck” [sic] speeds with Jacob Hotstuff stood atop it, his face cold and remorseless as he crashed through the elaborate iron gate that wasn’t securely shut.
“Mua ha ha...come, Pendragon!” Jacob lambasted to no one in particular, “The time is near...we must settle this. I must rob you of that which makes you, you - your mask, your identity - and I must burn it to ash!”
It didn’t take much more than a few minutes for Jacob to roll up to the front door, solid oak as it was, and ornamented by large golden hinges and a chinese dragon door knocker. Jacob took the ornament in his hand, dropping it again the door in a loud “thud”.
Thud. Thud. Thud...to which the door slowly opened, revealing Pendragon dressed more casually, but with his iconic mask strapped tightly to his head.
“Jacob? What on Ear -”
“Silence! The time has come, we must do battle! For superiority! For everything! For nothing. This ends. Right, NOW!”
Pendragon stared at his Whirlwind adversary, a bit dumbstruck, and maybe partially taken aback by this Hollywood loon wearing a fur coat and riding a segway. Curiously, Pendragon shook his head.
“Jacob...Whirlwind is over. We’re not needed anymore. We don’t have to do this…”
“So you’re scared of Hollywood Jesus then, of my brilliance!” Jacob lashed back at the masked man, shoving past still on his segway. Pendragon turned around, now a bit irritated at his Whirlwind nemesis inviting himself into his home…
“Jacob, you need to leave. You’re not taking my mask, I’m not burning you...we’re not even being paid anymore, what part of services not required do you not understand? Whirlwind is over. We’re not fighting...Wildfire isn’t happening.”
“You fool! Brother Pendragon...” Jacob reaches to the wall, grasping a [conveniently placed] wooden practice sword, brandishing the “blade” at Pendragon’s body! “Do you not know? This is the part, when you fall down and bleed to death! En garde!” All of this while Jacob still stood on the segway, of course.
Pendragon stared blankly at the clearly off-his-rocker B-List sensation, but the gravity of the situation not lost on him. With the “sword” held with tip-to-chest, it was obvious what Pendragon had to do…
With a flash he spun around, his backfist knocking the wooden blade from his body, granting time to take his own “sword” from the wall, which happened to also be so conveniently placed.
“Jacob...you shall leave me no choice…”
A fight that would take place all across the Pendragon Estate, one that would ultimately involve El Herrero in what became a siege. Damages to the property nearly reached 6 figures USD (you don't want to know what the number would be in Pesos) and took months to completely clean up and have the necessary repairs made. All this spectacle would be broadcast on live TV as Jacob had brought the camera crew from his employer at the time, one that had deemed the previous match contract legal for broadcasting purposes. It was a day Pendragon wished to forget.
A panoramic view of the Pendragon Estate is shown in the present day, the property renovated and restored. It was hard to believe that the infamous Inferno Match had taken place nearly a year ago. As the camera pans there appear to be several more buildings on the property, viewed by the world at large for the first time including what appeared to be a large warehouse and what could be reasonably be assumed to be a guest house at first glance. The camera pans around the warehouse again before presumably going inside. Inside the warehouse appeared to in fact be a gym and wrestling school as weights and exercise machines could be seen against the wall with several practice rings sprawled out in the center. On the wall hung a banner that read 'Academia Internacional de Lucha de Pendragon' as Pendragon could be seen talking to an African American wrestling student. Their conversation can't be fully understood due to a voice over from The Man in the Mask himself but from Pendragon's animated motions he appears to be giving him advice on his striking technique, as the young man nodded with a smile, his afro slightly bobbing as he nods and appears to respond to him and with a few animated motions of his own.
“I've tried all that I could just to silence the screams inside my mind...”
The footage cuts back to the inferno match, the camera focusing on Pendragon's mask as the orange glow illuminates the room as the screams of pure, unfiltered anguish and pain of Jacob Hotstuff echo throughout the room.
“And yet every night, as I close my eyes the image.... the visual and auditory sensations replay over and over in my mind's theater. The burning flesh fills my nostrils all over again, intimately connecting itself to the scene.”
WhirlwindⓇ Flashback said:
Pendragon then lifts up the hood of the piano and slams Jacob's head underneath it, slamming the roof on top of his head several times for good measure leaving his foe hanging limp halfway into a piano.The masked strategist then takes a seat at the bench, turning the Transformers theme off and casually tossing the recorder to the side before he created a melody himself as he slammed on the keys repeatedly in no particular order! Jacob's body writhed in sheer agony as Pendragon pounded on as many keys as possible, assaulting and overloading his foe's senses!
When the final note was played, Jacob's grip of the flamethrower relinquished itself, coincidentally finding itself in the hands of our protagonist…
Jacob was at the feet of Pendragon, who now only had to pull the trigger and end this horrific, fiery encounter. What's he doing? He stares down at Jacob for a moment more, almost as if he were thinking about something? Waiting for something. Weakly, Jacob slowly sat up, looking into the piercing eye slots of our masked man...AND FLIPS HIM THE DOUBLE BIRD!!
Incensed in rage now, Pendragon hesitates no longer! The camera pans around to face Pendragon as the man finally squeezes the trigger, causing flames to shoot out of the device, only the screams of Jacob and the smell of burning flesh could be seen and heard. A quick jump cut to Jacob shows the fire around him then a cut back to a relieved Pendragon. Was he a hero now, to his estate? His friend? Or did he become what he fought against, after burning a man alive...................
Pendragon dropped to the floor, his back against the piano, flamethrower at his side. His breaths were heavy with both relief and angst.
Then, as the scene replays again and again a sea of voices roars over the footage, both male and female a like as their voices blended together in a choir that sounded at once angelic and demonic as the duality of human nature was on full display.
“It was self-defense!”
“Jacob knew the risks when he signed the contract, things like this happen.”
“Jacob was the one who introduced the flamethrower, he should've known there was a chance it'd get turned against him!”
“I would've done the same thing!”
“He broke into his home, which is against the law, camera crew or not. I don't care what was signed, this was against the spirit and the letter of that contract! Whirlwind doesn't even exist anymore! He could've lit the home on fire and killed El Herrero and Pendragon; it would've been justifiable homicide if he would've roasted him a little longer!”
“Stand your ground! If you entered my home uninvited I'd try to kill you too and the law would thank me for it!”
“He deserved it!”
The footage freezes on Pendragon's mask just as the flamethrower begins to ignite, The Man in the Mask's voice taking command once more as the sea of voices dies down.
“I burned a man and I don't know how to feel. Through all the back and forth, the war of words and the meeting of fists; even after my home was invaded I still pulled the trigger... Did I do the right thing?
Can a personal vendetta ever justify going that far? Can one justify it as self-defense when the other party initially instigated conflict and introduced the fire into a volatile mix? Or did I go too far?”
A still image then appears on the man who would become Mr. Hotstuff's attorney, his voice plays over as the still is displayed on the screen.
“Ahem. I'm aware of the natural risks of contact sports, and pro wrestling is no different. But, this is a performance at the basics. To justify a man getting burned as "just business"...I expected more...”
Pendragon's voice interupts the attorney as he engages in a PR campaign.
“Insincere pleas for sympathy amongst a sea of dirty deeds. A charlatan pleads for mercy as he plots with a knife hidden behind his back...”
After the interjection the attorney's monologue continues.
“My client was following the rules of the match. Rules with which his opponent went far, far beyond the confines of when he callously and maliciously tried to turn my client into a Vietnam rice field in during the mid 1960's. Your convictions should be addressed toward Pendragon.”
Once again Pendragon's voice pierced through the speakers as the image shifts to a clip of Pendragon sitting in a darkened room, staring into the fireplace with his back strategically set to the back of the camera, revealing his long locks of hair concealed underneath; the iconic mask laying on the table next to him.
“He cries and screams foul when the tables are turned and his attempts are thwarted yet he revels in glee when the heist goes as planned. Humanity brought into question while one sits beside the fire wondering 'why and what is too far?' When does self defense cease being so?”
“Where is the line and have we crossed it? And if thusly crossed are we any better than those we claim to stand against? “
The scene then reverts back to the present as Pendragon and El Herrero are speaking to a mixed class of what appears 8 wrestling students after another day's worth of training, the conversation muted as Pendragon continues to give a voice over.
“To this day I struggle with what I've done. I thought I could quiet the screams inside my head by helping prepare the next generation of wrestlers for this great sport, by imparting them with knowledge and the wisdom to not make some of the same mistakes I have throughout my career. To instill a strong set of morals within their young minds; to believe in themselves, to never waiver or compromise their morality; their sense of right and wrong. To do everything with conviction, to get the people to believe in your message and make sure everyone leaves the arena happy after your performance. Without the people... we wouldn't have this grand stage in which to practice our craft.
Could this be a form of rehabilitation, a way of paying penance for my actions? Did I operate in a grey area of morality that day... or did I betray everything I had fought and strived for in a single moment?”
The footage cuts to Pendragon standing in front of a walk-in closet, his back once more strategically placed to the camera to conceal his face as he overlooked a series of masks, some in different color schemes, perhaps others being prototypes that never made the cut.
“Did I do the right thing... or did I kill everything this symbol was supposed to represent?”
The footage cuts once more to Pendragon walking down a series of steps wearing a black suit and tie, with his mask matching with the white accents to contrast against the black. His voice echos as darkness slowly begins to engulf the feed, going from the outside and working inward.
“Am I a monster?”
The sounds of the Aztec Jungle send the entirety of Monterrey into a sense of confusion and amazement mixed together, anticipation riding high on what turn this music was about to bring to the Whirlwind. They did not have to wait long to find out, however.
Thatcher: Ohmygosh who is tha….waitaminute, that’s gotta be –
Cruz Bleckley: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, making her Whirlwind Wrestling debut; hailing from The Jungles of the Amazon, this is WARRIOR QUEEN ALKAIA!!
Thatcher: We heard about this signing in a newswire just a couple of weeks before Genesis Wave, now it’s official. The Warrior Queen has arrived!!
Within a moment, the soothing sounds of the Aztec Jungle is ceased by the overly manufactured sounds of a record scratch. Warrior Queen Alkaia stops, and within a moment a series of strobe lights take over the Gimnasio.
The befuddled amazement was over. Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” took over the atmosphere, and where Def Leppard was, then only one man was sure to follow. It was him. He was back. The “Return of the King”, as he would put it...
Thatcher: Oh my God it’s…….it’s Jacob Hotstuff. For months the only report we saw was his refusal to answer Whirlwind calls and now...that sonavabitch just pulled Superman Two’d us!
Booes from the Gimnasio rein down without hesitation as the B-List Hollywood Sensation, the self-proclaimed Michael Bay of Pro Wrestling made his infamous return to the place that started it all! Home, I guess you could say. The only place on the face of the planet that offered a man of his own talents and wisdom the respect he deserved. In his own mind, at least. The Warrior Queen looks back to Jacob, prompting him to step closer to her before jumping on her back, piggyback style as Alkaia makes her way to the ring!
Thatcher: You’ve gotta be kidding me! She’s working with Jacob of all people?! Alkaia has made her reputation of respect the past fifteen years by putting in the work ethic, she could have gotten a job anywhere. But she chooses to align herself with Jacob freakin Hotstuff?! Why. Surely she doesn’t need Jacob to earn her way onto Pay-Per-View…
The trash began to fly at the two of them. A half full beer cup peppered the side of Alkaia’s face, but she remained stoic and unmoving in the face of this adversity. Bags of popcorn pelted Jacob, but “Hollywood Jesus” remained unfazed with the biggest grin on his face. It had been a number of months since he had left that Florida wrestling company, and now he was back and with all the hero’s welcome he had deserved. “Hero”, being a loose term, of course. Once arrived at ringside, Jacob stepped off her back and onto the ring apron while she took to the stairs. Jacob ran up the corner from the outside, standing proudly, triumphantly with a foot on the middle and top ropes while Alkaia stood menacingly in the center of the ring. Jacob soon would jump over the top rope and back down to the mat, a microphone being produced from his outrageously expensive – and iconic – fur coat.
Jacob Hotstuff: Welcome, to all my loyal subjects, those whom remain captivated by my own Blazin Brilliance!
“BOOOOOOO!!!”
Jacob Hotstuff: Yes, yes I know. You’ve all been such the pleasant guests for my splendid, highly anticipated reception…
Thatcher: Anticipated?! You made it appear like you didn’t even care! Don’t you have some SyFy movie to shoot about crocodiles in outer space...?
Jacob Hotstuff: Honestly, when Whirlwind ceased production in twenty-eighteen and I found alternative work elsewhere, and then subsequently left that place because they couldn’t respect what I bring to the table…
Thatcher: Or lack thereof. Didn’t you leave due to contract disputes? And now you’ve come back to mine the Whirlwind coffers dry too, like a snake…
Jacob Hotstuff: Besides, what’s a Whirlwind reboot without the very guy that put this place on the map, Jacob freakin Hotstuff?! The Savior of the Sunset Strip. The Shaman of Sexy. Hollywood Jesus himself, the one-and-only Michael Bay of professional wrestling and most importantly...professional wrestling’s very own God-King!
“BOOOOOOO!!”
Jacob Hotstuff: Don’t you boo me, I’m here to save this company!
“BOOOOOOO!!”
Jacob Hotstuff: I said don’t you boo me! You are the common unwashed plebs that rely on feasting your appetites of my Blazin Brilliance, just to get a slice of entertainment back into your miserable lives! I am the epitome of success. The epitome of immortality...because Jacob Hotstuff never, ever dies…
Dead Elvi’s “Lucha Libre” begins to play and the crowd roars into anticipation for…
For…
The one…
The only…
Jose Sanchez!!
Thatcher: Jose! I’m glad to see you, but this may not be the fight you want to take up buddy…
But he didn’t care. He stood at the top of the aisle with his chest puffed out and the entirety of the Gimnasio encouraging him. Well, I guess anyone would have gotten that reception if they confronted Jacob…
Jose darted down to the ring with the quickness of a three-legged cat, but was quick to be greeted by Warrior Queen Alkaia at the ropes. Jose showed no fear however in stepping onto the apron – big mistake – to which Alkaia took him by the hair and threw him over the top rope, Jacob laughing as Jose’s body made a loud thud on the mat!
Thatcher: Welcome home again, Jose Sanchez!
Jacob slid around to the outside of the ring where he dug out from under the ring a director’s chair and a megaphone. He sat in the chair, nice and comfortable like, with the megaphone in his lap. His attention intently focused on the ring.
Thatcher: What is that idiot doing?!
Back in the ring, Alkaia was not about to let Jose get a breather. By his hair, she picked him up, only to nail him with a standing lariat. Alkaia keeps hold of him though and as he would fall, she brings him back up just to lariat him again! And a third, fourth, and fifth iteration! Jose did not look well as he collapsed to the mat. The Warrior Queen let out a sinister laugh – much to the amusement of director Jacob – as Jose slowly began to clutch at her tree trunk like legs. Effortlessly, she kicked him away. Jose sprawled out on the mat, face down as Alkaia soon approached, dropping one knee into his back with her meaty arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled up, the “Amazonian Stretch” (Colossal Clutch) completed!
Thatcher: Geez! Warrior Queen Alkaia showing she’s versed in both power and technique!
Just as James Farva goes to check on poor old Jose, Jacob shouted into his megaphone!
“CUT!”
Without hesitation, The Warrior Queen released the monstrous hold as Jacob hopped down from the chair. He slithered into the ring like a viper ready to strike, crawling up to Jose Sanchez, barking insults at the young fan favorite. “Get up!” and “Worthless bile!”
There was no movement. Jose was probably asleep after that devastating Amazonian Clutch. Jacob however pulled back on Jose’s neck, slowly dragging him up to his feet. A quick toe kick doubles him over, allowing Jacob to drape one leg over the back of Jose’s neck. Jacob takes Jose’s far hand, then with a shriek that could have been from a classic Sharknado movie, Jacob drove Jose’s face to the mat with a brutal twist via his signature “Encore” (Overdrive)! Jose takes the full impact as Jacob mockingly crawls to Jose’s lifeless body, as if he were just in a grueling contest. He barely stretches to hook Jose’s far leg, as Farva then counts the fall’
1!
2!
3!
Cruz Bleckley: Here is your winner, as a result of a pinfall...The God-King! JAAAACCCOOOBBBB!! HOOOTTTSSSSTTUUUUFFFFF!!!!
Thatcher: That’s the biggest travesty I’ve witnessed since...well, since Veronica Taylor just pulled off her own heist earlier tonight!
The Warrior Queen steps back into the shot, allowing Jacob to piggyback on her again. As they leave the ring, he had one hand holding on, and the other raised high in the air as they went for a victory lap around the ring.
Thatcher: Fitting, because the so-called “God-King” piggybacked off “The Warrior Queen” that whole match. I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come...because I don’t think I could stomach this fool making a mockery of what this great sport is about!
After their lap the two of them make their exit up the aisle.
Thatcher: Jacob Hotstuff, ladies and gentlemen...I’m sorry.
WhirlwindⓇ Flashback said:
“Wow...that looks really, really great. You know I’m the kinda cat that’s gonna need to check this show out…”
The voice could belong to only one man. As the camera pans around, we see none other than the notorious...or should we say infamous, social media intern for Whirlwind Wrestling, Monte “The Python”. He was wearing a dark hoodie with an abstract red design over the front of it and stood in front of a television set playing a live feed of Triple Threat back in catering. In his hands? A plate loaded to the brim with breadsticks, pasta, and sauced to the gills - meatsauce that is - with something that looked like it could have come straight from the Olive Garden. I mean it didn’t, but it could have.
Monte the Python: Hmm. “Liberty City Survivor” you say? I’m hooked. This is my new number two favorite show, as of right now, this moment.
Monte finished the statement with a smug grin, before finally sitting down to to eat with his wannabe Olive Garden special.
International Whirlwind Championship
Stephen Callaway© vs Joe Jones
Stephen Callaway© vs Joe Jones
Cruz Bleckley: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your main event of the evening! And it is for, the International Whirlwind Championship! Introducing first, from Sin City, standing six foot one and weighing in at two-hundred pounds, the challenger! He is a former, International Whirlwind Champion. Double J. JOOOOEEEEEE! JOONNEEESSSS!!!
Joe motions around his waist while the Gimnasio – being no stranger to his antics loudly, raucously boo him incessantly! Joe takes it all in like they were chanting his name...but let’s be honest, those cheers he heard were surely in his own mind.
Cruz Bleckley: And his opponent, from Hamilton, South Lanarkshire, standing six foot two inches and weighing in at two-hundred thirty-four pounds. He, is the current reigning, and defending, International Whirlwind Champion. The man that ALWAYS, has an angle. STEEEPHHHEEENNNN!! CAAAALLLAAAWWWAAAYYYYY!!!!
Callaway shifts the Title up high with both hands much to Joe’s dismay. The Gimnasio however, did not share in the challenger’s reaction, having roared in approval of Callaway! It may have been one year ago, but they would not forget Callaway’s feat in vanquishing the evil that Joe Jones had brought to the Title!
Thatcher: Folks, it feels like an eternity since I’ve been able to sit down and call one more contest for the young-but-rich history of the International Whirlwind Championship but neverthelesss here we are! Live at the aptly named Genesis Wave – our new beginning – closing out a show with that very Title on the line!
“STEPHIE C!”
“STEPHIE C!”
“STEPHIE C!”
Joe rolled his eyes at the overwhelming reception for the fans’ champion while Callaway smirked. Joe stepped up closer to lock up with Callaway, but it was Callaway who was faster with a knee to the gut, winding the veteran. Joe backs off while Callaway presses the advantage. A step forward buys him a pair of right hands to the side of Joe’s face until Joe grabs a hold of the top rope prompting senior official “The Jazz” to push Callaway back, which he does with no arguments. Joe takes a deep breath before re-engaging, but once more Callaway is ready for him, dropping low to take Joe to the mat face first with a classic drop toe hold. Callaway spins around on Joe’s back, ending the sequence with a slap to the back of his head before returning to his feet in a ready position.
Thatcher: Stephen Callaway showing no signs of rust as he looks to just embarrass Joe Jones, and demolish his self-confidence. A good plan, against the ever-boisterous Joe.
Joe slaps the mat with both hands out of frustration, then rolls to the bottom rope and to the outside. He was in a wall of denial about Callaway’s abilities – and now was his time to think. The Jazz starts his count.
1!
2!
Joe paces outside the ring while Callaway rolls his eyes at the stall tactic. He shrugs at Joe, rather than demanding him return to the ring.
Thatcher: Joe will have to be careful here. He is not the Champion any more, he does not have the Championship Advantage. He must pin or submit Stephen in the ring in order to become the first-ever two time International Whirlwind Champion!
But Joe was unfazed by Callaway’s taunts. He approached the ring and reached under the bottom rope, but Callaway was quicker to step back and ensure the only thing Joe grabbed, was air. Joe stepped away from the ring once more, but this time Callaway would follow to the ring apron.
3!
He jumped off with a short jump to the floor, both hands raised above his head and clasped like a double fisted sledge – Joe however catches Callaway with a mid-section roundhouse kick, which sends Callaway down to a knee on the floor! Joe continues with a wicked open palm slap to Callaway’s cheek, and a second that causes spit to fly from Callaway’s mouth! Joe takes the time to pose right in front of Callaway. Two hands around his waist followed by blowing a kiss to Callaway was all the Champion needed to get back in this. He sprung to his feet,
4!
And launched forward at Joe with a yakuza kick to the face – but Joe stumbles back quickly!
Thatcher: Joe knows all about the lethal boot of Stephen, and he is not about to experience that again if at all possible!
Joe takes off in the opposite direction, with Callaway quick to give chase! Around the ring they go, with Callaway closing the gap, inch-by-inch which prompted Joe to quickly roll back into the ring under the bottom rope. Joe kept his momentum going as he hit the opposite ropes to return just in time to see Callaway sliding under the same rope, but this time Joe jumps up, and brings his foot down across the back of Callaway’s head! It was lights out for the Champion as Joe rolled him over onto his back and away from the ropes;
1!
2 –
Callaway manages to power out!
Thatcher: Stephen Callaway with his inhuman fast healing ability! Is he trying to score a role as Wolverine in the next X-Men movie?!
Joe steps back, almost in horror that the champion has had his number almost the entire match, and managed to not only kick out, but power out of a stomp to the head. What would it take to not just win, but take back his Title for the second time? The Title he never lost, mind you.
There was no time to think as Callaway stood back up, his eyes focused on the wry challenger. A snap yakuza kick from the Champion was enough to blindside Joe, sending him stumbling back to the corner! Callaway rushed to follow him in with another running big boot, right to the face of Joe! The impact sends Stephen’s leg hung up over the top rope, while Joe slumps down in the corner. Slowly, Callaway starts to unhook his leg off the rope, when Joe lets loose a last ditch uppercut where the sun don’t shine, causing the Champion to stumble back, cradling himself. The Jazz quickly jogs to the commotion and admonishes Joe, while Joe replies “It was the inner thigh! I was careful!”
Thatcher: I’m not so sure I’d be trusting Joe Jones there, not if I were The Jazz…
Not entirely convinced, The Jazz wearily let’s it go with a warning which was all Joe needed. Quickly, he grabs Callaway up by his hair, only to shove him into the bottom turnbuckle pad face first with a brutal STO! Callaway’s face bounces off the pad before finally landing his body prone on the mat. The quick work by Joe did not look good for the Champion...which made Joe cackle with a knuckle cracking type of glee. With a plan beginning to come together, his Title aspirations were coming into view.
Joe stood up on the bottom rope, jumping off with a bionic elbow right to the chest of Callaway! The impact struck true, but Joe went back to the corner, setting himself up on the second rope and once again standing up. He flexes his left bicep big poppa pump style, then jumps off, driving a beautiful elbow drop slightly south from the first shot, and right to the gut instead of the chest!! Callaway wheezes painfully as he has the air forcefully pushed from his lungs!! Once again though, Joe opts not to cover and instead goes right back to the corner, this time ascending to the very top rope. He stands up tall on it as a collective of gasps, oohs, and ahs fills the Gimnasio while Joe even crosses himself. With a deep breath, Joe leaps off of the top rope like a trampoline to achieve maximum flight. He twists his body in mid-air one full rotation in what was, quite honestly, one of the most beautiful shooting star presses you’d ever see –
Right onto Callaway’s knees!
Thatcher: Joe Jones, not being incredibly well versed in aerial maneuvers, must not have calculated his flight accurately! Stephen looks hurt, but so does Joe. That was not a countermove, folks!
Indeed as Thatcher alluded to, Joe landed his move successfully, but at his trajectory point it’s unclear who took more damage between himself or the Champion! Nevertheless with both down, The Jazz must start his knockout count;
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Joe begins to look up, craning his neck around the ring before letting out a muffled growl through baited breath, obviously still hurting from his hi-risk stunt.
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Callaway barely lifts his head up, then places it back down after confirming Joe was in no position to capitalize.
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Callaway sits up again, this time enough to break the count. He wasn’t about to end his first Title defense on a technicality! Slowly, he pulls himself up and makes his way to Joe and even more slowly, pulls Joe up to his feet. Joe was all dead weight here though, either sandbagging the champion or legitimately unable to stand with his own wind knocked out of him. With a loud grunt, Callaway lifts Joe up onto his shoulders – but Joe slips out behind him and takes his neck into a reverse DDT form! On adrenaline alone Joe swings out with “Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am” (Cross Rhodes), but this time Callaway catches him with a foot around Joe’s ankle, preventing the sudden drop at the end of the move!
Thatcher: Joe Jones would have for sure become the first-ever two-time International Whirlwind Champion right there...had he hit that move!
Instead, with Joe’s momentum halted, Callaway once again powers Joe up and onto his shoulders, and then back to the corner. Slowly, carefully, Callaway makes it to the second rope with Joe in place, then from nowhere, he dumps Joe to the mat with “Incoming!” (Top Rope Death Valley Driver)!! Joe looked far, far out of it, but rather than make the winning pin, Callaway had a better idea. He wanted to put the emphatic exclamation point on this title defense…
Thatcher: Stephen Callaway, en route to becoming the first athlete to successfully defend the International Whirlwind Championship!
Callaway rolls Joe over onto his chest with his boot, then sits on Joe’s back and stretches into the “Calsmission” (Tazzmission)! Joe didn’t respond or react in any way…
Thatcher: That’s it. The nefarious Joe Jones is out. Ballgame!
The Jazz drops down to check on Joe just as Kid Rock’s “American Badass” plays! The music prompts Callaway to release the hold just as James Kelloggs baby sprints down the aisle! Once at ringside, Callaway sits on the middle rope while holding open the top rope.
Thatcher: Callaway is inviting the little guy in?!
James stops at ringside, the sneak attack was a bust not, and seeing Callaway’s boot was enough to make him weary of the Champion’s promise…
Callaway urges once again for James to enter, but on this night, discretion was the better part of valor for James. He clearly had no interest in taking on Callaway, heads up. Unbeknownst to Callaway however, was Joe Jones starting to stir. He rose up to his knees, and then to his feet when –
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The hard cam did a sudden jump cut to see a boot strike Joe’s face, the impact catching him square on the chin and knocking him right back to the mat with an unceremonious thud!! The hard cam slowly pans back…
Panning back…
Panning back…
To reveal Stephen Callaway, stood above Joe, his “Calsi Kick” (Claymore Kick) finding it’s mark to the triumphant cheers of the Gimnasio! Callaway drops into an emphatic cover with a sharp hook of the leg, but his eyes focused intently on the slow retreat of James Kelloggs…
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Cruz Bleckley: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner AAAANNNDDDD SSSTTTTIIIIILLLLLLL!!! International Whirlwind Champion! STEEEPHHHEEENNNN!! CAAAALLLAAAWWWAAAYYYYY!!!!
Cold’s “Remedy” plays while The Jazz takes the International Whirlwind Championship and wraps it around the Champion’s waist! He raises his arm high in victory...Callaway however, never lets his gaze leave Kelloggs’.
Thatcher: What a main event to return on, Callaway becomes the first man to defend the title, and Joe Jones tastes a little slice of humble pie! Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.
Callaway moves to the corner, where he stands tall atop the second rope with his Title raised high in both hands. Joe remained flat on the mat, presumably counting the stars above his head while Kelloggs made his way back behind the curtain. This was not the night for him…
Thatcher: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for watching, and we can’t wait to return to the Gimnasio once again, next month! What’s gonna happen? Who will Callaway defend his Title against, who is The Mastodon, and when will Jacob Hotstuff learn some manners?! What will Pendragon’s response be after the events that transpired tonight? Tune in next month folks and until next time on behalf of Whirlwind Wrestling, I’m Derrick Thatcher, signing off!
