Post by @whirlwind_LLC on Mar 18, 2018 11:27:36 GMT -8
Outside of the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon, a dark Hummer H1 pulls up at the back of the building. The engine and lights are shut off as the driver’s side door opens, a pair of thick, muscular legs clad in dark cargo pants step out of the vehicle. The camera stays focused on the ground and feet of the man, because of course a wrestling show is only going to show the feet of a mystery arrival. The door is slammed behind the man, after which he takes a couple of steps before stopping.
“It’s showtime. Let’s get dangerous.”
The man continues with the camera spinning around to catch the man from behind as he walks into the building.
Derrick Thatcher: Welcome everyone to Whirlwind Wrestling’s “Biorhythm” show, the maiden voyage in this company’s history, I’m your tour guide for the next two hours, Derrick Thatcher!
Nikki Mynx: At least it’s not a three hour tour...hi everyone, I’m the cool chick that makes Derrick watchable, the funny one with the jokes and the keen eye for what’s hot and what’s not, Nikki Mynx!
Thatcher: What’s hot and what’s not? What are you, Paris Hilton? This is a wrestling show not a fashion shoot, come on Nikki! And what do you make of that man we just saw in the parking lot?
Mynx: And what is a wrestling show without being at least a little bit hot? That man isn’t hot...he can’t be, he drove the hummer!
Thatcher: Oh, would you stop?! Folks, just forgive my broadcast partner...my married, broadcast partner, I’m sure she means well. Usually.
Mynx: Hey! I DO mean well, I’m as excited as anyone for this huge championship scramble match to unfold and give us the individual who is going to make history as the first ever Whirlwind Champion! Young or old, man or women, hot or...not!
Thatcher: *ahem* So stick around folks, come meet some of our athletes and see what they will be bringing to the table, as well as what it means to them to be the Whirlwind Champion!
The Bad Ass James Kelloggs is pushing a wooden crate along the floor. The crate is a good 3 feet tall. Once he has it in place where he wants it, he takes a step back and snaps his fingers. A big breasted Mexican beauty steps behind him, she bends over, her shirt ever so slightly pops opens for a little itty bitty peak and she slides her hands in under James’ pits and picks him up. This girl with a heart of gold places The Bad Ass James Kelloggs on the wooden crate. She then blends back over giving every full blood male viewer another “just a little more….come on baby” glimpse and she plants a god old kiss on James's cheek.
“Thank you Bae” The Bad Ass says as he clears his throat and adjusts his suit jacket.
“Bitches of WhirlWind Wrestling! Allow me to introduce to you you first and only Whirlwind Wrestling Champion! A man who you will idolize, a man you will worship! A man, you will in just over an hour from now, you will have a poster of above your bed so you can look up at him as you lay in your bed at night and look at what it is to be truly great! What a true winner looks like. What a champion looks like! And as you stare up at this poster, as your one hand ever so slightly starts to find it’s way going south of the border, and no one can blame you, it’s only natural when this gentleman is in your life. It’s a urge you can’t fight it. As you lay in that bed bug infested mattress of yours in your run down fire trap of a single wide trailer on the other side of the tracks, know that no matter what you do in your life, you will never match the level of achievement that your WhirlWind Champion has achieved in life. You will never come close.”
“No matter how many masks you wear. How many stories you tell to to make yourself seem important, no matter how music videos and bad tattoos you get or how many shitty ass movies you star in. You will never be like Double J. Never ever, not in a million billion years. Money can’t buy his success and there is no stopping the living breathing wrestling god! There would be no professional wrestling without Double J! There would be no you in this sport without Double J. So without any further to do. I give to you, your champion. My Champion. The WhirlWind Wrestling Champion. Joe Jones!”
James holds his hands out to his right and the camera pans to the right where Joe Jones is leaning up against a cement wall facing a slim, brown sugar hottie with his shirt open and Joe is tracing his pecs with his index finger. Both of them enjoying one another's company at the moment. Joe glances at the camera over his left shoulder.
“Don’t hate me cuz I’m better than you. Don’t hate me cuz I’m winning this Scramble match and your not. Hate me because…..”
Joe looks at his “friend” for a second and glances back at the camera.
“You’ll never be a WhirlWind Wrestling Champion.”
A stretched Land Rover Discovery pulls up in front of the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon arena in Monterrey Mexico. The lights dim and the driver’s side door opens. A driver in a suit and tie quickly makes his way around the vehicle to rear passenger side door. The driver opens the door and holds the door as a mountain of a man emerges from the Land Rover. All seven foot and 400 plus pounds of Nanook now stands on the sidewalk in front of the arena where in a little while Whirlwind Wrestling will have its first show and crown it’s first ever Whirlwind Champion in a 14 person scramble match. A line of fans has formed all waiting to get inside the arena for tonight’s action as the doors haven’t open yet. They call out his name, cheer, boo, hiss, maybe they take a piss but those reactions are soon null and void.
As Nanook adjusts his custom made suit and tugs on his cuffs of his shirt, The true star of this arrival slowly steps out of the Land Rover with his buddy in hand. Bester steps out and stands tall and proud next to his agent, manager, mentor and friend. Every little kid that was in line, yells out Bester’s name and runs towards him in a tidal wave of excited little screaming kiddies. They engulf him, encircle him, pushing the 400 plus pound Nanook out of the way! Nanook does a good job of keeping his balance and not to land and crush some kids to death thank goodness.
“Hey little Buddies!” Bester says with a huge smile on his face. So happy to see his little buddies.
“BESTER! BESTER! BESTER!!!” They chant, reaching up for high fives and some want hugs. (Now it’s getting creepy)
“Oh I’m so happy to see you guys too!” Bester says as the kids say stuff to him, but it’s all in Spanish and Betser has no clue what they are saying.
“I wish I could be in that Scramble match too. Nothing would make me happier than being your champion.”
“Alright Best.” Nanook says as he’s been pushed to the outside of the circle of kids. “We’ve got to get going Buddy.”
“Alright, okay. I would love to spend the day out here with all of you as well but Bester has to go inside and sign his contract but before I go, I do have something for all of you! Yes! Each and every single one of you!”
Bester makes his way to the back of the Rover and pops open the rear and pulls a big arm full of tee shirts! He starts to hand them out and it’s hard to see who has the bigger smile on their faces, the kiddies or Bester. So much happiness going on right now it makes the Care Bears jealous.
After a couple of minutes and everyone has a tee shirt, Nanook and Bester make their way towards the front doors of the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon Arena under a blanket of “Bester” Chants. Once at the door Nanook reaches out for it and goes to open it and…...it’s locked.
“What the?” Nanook says as he then pounds on the glass door. A worker inside notices this and walks up to the door.
“Open the door!” Nanook demands. Meanwhile Bester is signing autographs and taking selfies with more fans.
The worker inside the building shakes his head no.
“What do you mean no? Don’t you know who I am?”
“You not on list!” The worker says in bad broken english.
“What do you mean I’m not on the list? Get me someone in charge around here! I’m scheduled to be apart of this show tonight!”
“I am in charge! You not on list!”
“Do you even know who I am? I haven’t told you my name!”
“Yeah! I know who you is!” The worker says and then pulls out a folded up picture of Nanook and Bester and written on the picture in spanish is “No entry. Banned”
“What does that say?” Nanook demands.
“You banned! You no come in!”
“What? Since when! Listen this show isn’t going to happen without me! Do you understand me?”
“Guy who gave me photo, told me you bad news. You not welcomed.”
“Who said that!”
The worker pulls out his phone and a couple of swipes later he holds up Joe Jones’s promo pic for Whirlwind Wrestling.
Nanook’s face turns red. So red. “HE TOLD YOU I CAN’T COME IN?”
“Yes!”
“HIM! HE TOLD YOU I CAN’T COME IN!”
“Yes! What part you no understand?”
“THIS IS BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT I TELL YOU! I’M SUPPOSE TO BE HERE!”
“You buy ticket?”
“What? Did I buy a ticket? Why would I do that? I’m Nanook. A wrestling icon! I don’t need a stinking ticket!”
“No. You buy ticket. You come in.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“Yes! Buy ticket. You come in!”
Nanook glares at the guy on the other side of the door. He grunts.
“FINE!”
Nanook turns from the door and looks at Bester who is staring at a lady who has bared her chest and wants him to sign her golden globes. Bester is in a trance like state as he holds a Sharpie a inch from her skin with his mouth open.
“Jesus…..Bester! We have got to go! Lady! There is kids here! Cover up!” Growls Nanook as he swipes the marker from Bester and pulls on him to get stepping. Nanook turns to leave and stops, spins, scribbles his name across her tatas, slides the marker between them and winks at a very shocked lady who quickly covers up.
“Lovely. Very lovely if I do say so.” Nanook says before leaving to head to the ticket booth.
The camera found Melinda Rhodes backstage, attired in her full ring gear which consists of silver tights, a black sports top, elbow pads, knee pads, and ring boots. Around her waist is a wide black leather belt with her favorite silver 'Rebel' belt buckle. She was in the middle lacing her boots in final preparation for the match to come. Her expression seemed to be one of deep contemplation, the weight of the one and only event on this card clearly weighing on her shoulders.
“One who carries the weight of the world on their shoulders eventually ends up with a broken back.” The voice of Pendragon pierced through the stony silence, his footsteps softly hitting the ground as he slowly walks into view.
He was dressed to compete wearing a black bodysuit accented with green, with a mask picked out just for this event to match the color scheme. As the camera panned to him he was in the process of finishing wrapping tape on his hands and wrists.
The Rebel slowly rose to her feet, eyes meeting the dark meshed holes of Pendragon's mask.
"...and yet it's a dirty job, but someone has to do it," She replied with a smirk.
“Is that so?” A soft chuckle escape his lips underneath the mask.
“I admire your courage. Even though we're opponents chasing the same opportunity I do not consider you an enemy. I realize that while we may have originally been amicable in our relations towards one another that at the very end you got the... wrong idea about me.” He paused briefly as he was thinking over his words carefully. “That I was attempting to play mind games, by fostering fear and doubt when all I did was address the elephant in the room. Now I'm not going to apologize if my words brought emotions buried deep down to the surface, everyone has their own demons to deal with in their own way, but my entire point is that we do not have to be controlled by fear. That we can make a choice to seek peace; that fear is not something we need to be shackled by. If you took that as a threat however; I will apologize for that.”
Instead of pulling up a chair he sat cross legged on the floor.
“So lets clear the air, shall we? Regardless of what happens later tonight I would rather make a friend than enemy.”
She took in a deep breath, gave him a quick nod, then settled back down in her chair. From there, she locked eyes with Pendragon as best she could.
"It's not that your words weren't well said or filled with meaning," The Rebel answered, "They did have a positive effect, but the problem is that nobody in wrestling, and I mean nooooobody, ever works without an ulterior motive. I knew a guy much like you. On the surface, he was deep, philosophical, and even seemed like he genuinely wanted to help me."
Her head tilted slightly to the left, "I bought his act, played his game, and teamed with him only to find that I had been setup. I still fought him and his grunts as hard as I could, but betrayal exacts a hefty toll on one's soul. You're never able to take anyone or anything at face value, at least not for too long."
She then leaned in towards him a bit, "Trust doesn't come easy or cheap. You want to win just as much as everyone else here and there's no fault in that. All I did was call you out on it, nothing more, nothing less. Thank you for the deep philosophy and the moment of introspection, never the less."
He took her words in, listening intently and patiently never once making a move to cut her off.
“Yet you trust in Tolson; do you not? The same person who casually stated that she'd break someone's leg if it meant obtaining victory. That the cost of someone never being able to practice their craft ever again being an acceptable price? That it is somehow more okay if one is open with their intentions to maim someone over ten pounds of gold?”
It was impossible to discern his facial expression beneath his mask but he spoke with a stern calmness as he stared back into her eyes.
“I'm not asking for your blind trust; that would be foolish and rather egotistical. All I ask is that you make peace with yourself; not for my sake but for your own. One does not grow without being challenged every step of the way and I would rather face someone at their very best than as a shell of what they could be. I guess you could call that my ulterior motive. Let go of fear.”
She chuckled a bit and pulled a bit of wrist tape from the bag beside her chair. She then promptly began to wrap her wrists.
"Outside of the ring, I trust Sam," She admitted, "In the ring, I know better than to trust a thing she says, does, or thinks. It's a different scenario with her. I know what to expect with her, if that makes any sense."
Mel switched wrists and began to tape the other. Having done it so many times, she was able to do this routine without even looking down at her hands.
"Truth is, I wouldn't feel right if I was at peace with myself. You see, Pendragon, there's something in me. A darkness.... I call it my Shadow and that side of myself is the Yang to my Yin. It's a part of me that I never want to ever be a slave to again."
She slapped her tapped hands together, clasping them and then flexed and rotated her wrists a bit to stretch the tape out and limber her hands up a bit.
"....Sure, the one time I let this evil within overtake me, I had the highest honor of my career in my hands when it was all said and done, the ACE Queen of Hearts Championship. I was even proud of that for a hot minute, until I came down from the high and returned to my senses."
Her eyes averted and she looked down at the floor.
"All that was left was guilt and lingering shame because, at the time, I had a moment of weakness and turned my back on everyone and everything that ever mattered to me. No.... I can't be at peace with a portion of my soul that causes so much pain so easily and willingly."
“So it is guilt?” He tore the tape from the roll as he finished his right wrist before switching to the left, having been taping up at that moment himself.
“You don't think you're capable of redemption, do you? That you've done these heinous acts when you've let the Shadow emerge and control your movements that you aren't deserving of redemption?”
He looked down as he shook his head, slowing down on his left wrist.
“Few things would make one irredeemable. It's a very short list and for good reason. No, I believe most people are worthy of redemption; some may pay a higher price than others but it's something that we can all obtain if we're earnest about it. In a different life I too did some things that I regretted; before I donned this mask and made an effort to change. The road to redemption isn't easy nor is it swift but you have to want it more than anything else and find ways to pay penance for your trespasses. Only you and you alone can make the decision to shatter your own illusion; to grow and become something more. Only then can you truly achieve balance.”
He finishes taping his left wrist, placing the roll beside him.
“The first step is always the hardest to take, but the journey of life waits for no one. We all fall down so that we can learn to pick ourselves up.”
"I've said it in the past and here I'll say it again, it's always one step at a time, Pendragon," She cast her gaze back upon him.
"I've been paying a long time. It seems like no matter what I do, something always happens to wreck my good fortune. Karma is more than a bitch I wrestled a couple years ago, it's been a bitch to me for years."
“Fair enough,” A bit of a pause before his response as he kept his eyes fixed on her, analyzing her silently.
“I only hope that you do find that peace; on your own terms.”
Slowly he extended his hand towards her as if reaching out with an olive branch.
“Best of luck tonight. I hope we can continue this conversation later as friends and not enemies. I believe I've talked your ear off enough for now.”
She looked at the hand for a moment, then nodded and took it with a firm shake.
"Likewise."
The Rebel released his hand and rose to her feet, "....and while I'm not willing to cripple a friend to win a match, unlike Sam, I don't need to."
She offered up a grin with a dangerous gleam to it.
"See you out there, PD."
Pendragon rose to his feet, returning the grin with a respectful slight bow, his hands clasped together with the tips of his fingers pointing upward. Without another word he walked out of sight of the camera.
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Nanook and Bester, who is being mobbed by fans all seeking a selfie, auto, a hug, whatever finally have made their way to the ticket booth. Nanook walks up to the window and of course there is no one there. Nanook taps on the window with his knuckle.
“Come on….come on. Can’t believe this shit…”
Inside he sees a women on the phone and she is nodding and smiling and seems to be quiet pleased. She hangs up the phone and says something in spanish to a coworker. The co worker looks shocked and happy all the same time. She in turns picks up the phone and makes a phone call. The women walks over to the window where Nanook is and picks up a sign. She smiles at Nanook, says nothing at him and places a sign in the window that reads in a bold red font.
“Agotado”
Nanook looks at the sign and doesn’t know what it means. The women starts to walk away.
“Wait! Hold on! I need a ticket!” Nanook says as he raps on the glass. She returns.
“No ticket!” She also says in bad english. “Sold out! See sign!”
Nanook looks at the sign again.
“Is that what that means? Sold out!”
“Yes!”
“NO! That can’t be! I need a ticket!”
“So sorry. Sold out.”
“WHAT? Come on! Nothing? Everything is sold out? What about standing room?”
“No standing room. Seat only. All sold out. A gentleman just bought the last of the tickets for a orphanage in town. So generous of this man. May god bless him ten thousand times.”
“Wh…..wh…..really?”
“Joe Jones is a good man. The smiles he’ll bring to those children faces tonight with free ticket to wrestling show.”
“WHAT!?!?!?! JOE JONES BOUGHT ALL THE UNSOLD TICKETS? THIS IS BULLSHIT!”
The women was not happy to hear that. She glares at Nanook.
“JOE JONES IS A SAINT! GOOD BYE!” and she pulls down the window shade.
Nanook is about to come unglued.
Bester is interacting with the fans while all of this is going on. No nudity this time. Nanook spins on his heels.
“COME ON BEST! WE’VE GOT TO GO!” He barks.
“Okay Mister Nanook. I’ve got to go! I’ll see all of you later. Bye bye!”
Nanook storms off mumbling to himself as Bester struggles to keep up.
“Mister Nanook! Wait up! Did you get the tickets? Are we going in? I’m thirsty! I need to pee. Mister Nanook!”
Leon:[/font][/b] “Everyone just wants to talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk.”
Leon shakes his head.
Leon: “There was a time I remember, and y’know it wasn’t too long ago, when actions spoke louder than words. We’re a few days out from BioRhythm – Whirlwinds whirlwind debut and a 60 minute Scramble that is putting men against ladies, adults against children, the talented against the hacks. And all I hear over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over is the same thing. ‘I’m gonna kick your butt Samantha,’ ‘Yeah well you’re a doodoo-head Joey,’ ‘Hey everyone it’s Mr Mask and I’m gonna kick all your butts,’ ‘Nuh-huh, Blaze gots this.’”
Leon: “I could truly take time you know, I could sit here and run everyone down. I could run down everyone in this match, the pretty little mean girls, the B-listed himself, that goof in the mask Pendragon, but hey at least he understands the Mexican audience, right? Quite frankly I don’t care, ‘cause when that Scramble starts and we all come out one-by-one it won’t matter who’s out there. It’ll be Leon Tyrell versus the world in a fight for survival.”
He rubs his checks with his right hand and thinks for a minute. He puts his thoughts together while feeling the grain of new facial hair against his fingers. One thing he’ll want to do his shave, but that really has nothing to do with this match, does it?
Leon: “All of us in this match, we seem to agree on something, or at least most of us. We understand that this isn’t some big dream we’ve had all our lives. I for one won’t sit here and pretend like the Whirlwind Championship was something I’ve wanted my entire life. Quite frankly CMLL or AAA would carry more prestige, but those options are off the table for right now. It’s not a bad thing that Whirlwind and it’s new title doesn’t mean something, because the winner of this match gets to set the pace. Whomever emerges from BioRhythym carrying that belt, whomever gets to call themselves the undisputed best this new organization has to offer will be the one to make it mean something.
Leon: “That’s a special thing. This isn’t about becoming the NWA World Champion and having it define your career and your ability. No it’s the other way around. It’s about you setting a precedent for what the Whirlwind Championship means, for what it stands for. So who is going to carry that honor, who will set the pace, set the trend, and define what this new championship means. Will it be a hard-hitting, take no nonsense lady Missoura? The man who hides his identity behind a mask and a dark persona? Will it be one of so many veterans like myself who want this to be their last big showing, to make the Whirlwind Championship the shield they die on?
Leon: “There’s only one appropriate answer.”
He holds up his right hand and extends his index finger.
Leon: “One man who can set the stage.”
He points to himself.
Leon: “One guy with the determination, talent, ability, and desperation to reach the top. I’ve worked hard to turn myself around. To get my shit in order, and now I’m at the precipice of a career defining moment. I can step off the edge of the cliff and call it a day. I can be that guy who never was and who won’t be remembered. Or I can climb the cliffside, reach the top of the mountain, shape my own destiny and turn this last opportunity into something magical.
Leon: “I am going to take this opportunity that’s been given to me. A small chance to win a new belt in a wrestling company that didn’t even exist until a month ago. I can take a piece of leather and metal, and that empty name of ‘Whirlwind Champion’ and make it matter. I will go from wasted opportunities, from nothing to something, and from something to the real fuckin’ show.”
Leon sharpens his gaze, and now is speaking directly to one man, although he doesn’t have to say it.
Leon: “My standard will raise the bar and make Whirlwind the premiere place to be. You can be the 60 minute man, because whatever it takes I’ll be the 60 hour man. The 60 day man, 60 week man, 60 month man, 60 year man! I’m not going quietly into the sunset, and don’t you forget it.”
The doors have opened and the fans have filed inside the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon arena, all ready and excited for BIORHYTHM!!!!!! Well everyone but two people. Nanook and Bester. Bester is sitting on a bench at the bus stop outside of the arena on his phone liking and sharing all the pics that have been uploaded to twitter and instagram. Nanook meanwhile is sitting on the curb with a frown on his face. Pissed, so pissed that he can’t get inside the building and talk to Toby Knight and get Bester signed to Whirlwind Wrestling.
“Awe….what’s the matter big fellea? Show is sold out? Couldn’t buy a ticket?” Joe Jones says as he slowly strolls up next to Nanook.
“Fuck off you fucking f….” Nanook growls at Joe.
“Now now! Watch your mouth. It would be a shame if someone accused you of inappropriate actions and being a bigot.” Joe says.
“I’ll get even for this Joe. Just so you know. When I get Bester signed to a contract, I am demanding that his first match be against you. And I will tell Bester to hurt you and hurt you badly.”
Joe looks over to Bester who is laughing and just enjoying himself.
“How you doing Bester?” Joe says with a smile. Bester looks up from his phone.
“Oh Hi mister Jones! I didn’t see you there. I’m doing good. You?”
“I’m fine Best. Just fine.”
“That is just awesome Mister Jones.” Bester says and looks back at his phone.
“So you were saying?”
Nanook huffs. “Mark my words. I will end you.”
“Yeah, sure you will.”
Nanook looks up at Joe. Joe is looking down the street.
“Why are you out here anyways? Shouldn’t you get ready for that scramble match?”
“I will but I was told to come out here and wait for a surprise.”
“A surprise?”
“They told me that you’ll be able to see a walrus crying which has never been seen in nature before.” Looks down at Nanook. “But fatties like you can’t cry cuz your little pudgy cheeks block those tears ducks in that melon you call a head so….”
“Fuck off.”
“Awe come on Kim. Why you so bitter? Are you mad cuz you spent all this money to come here to get Special Needs over there a job and failed to do that. How much have you thrown at him anyways now? That well has to be drying up soon.”
“Don’t worry about how much money I have spent. What about you? You haven’t worked since last summer. Where did you get the cash to buy up all of the ticket? Whirlwind isn’t paying that good.”
Joe nods. “True. Oh so true. I guess I have you to thanks really.”
“Me?”
“Yeah you. You bought those tickets if you stop and think about it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Remember that beachfront property you found in Miami 10, 12 years ago that you had me buy for next to nothing?”
“Yeah….”
“Well before the market crashed, I unloaded it for a nice tidy profit. Seven figures.”
“Really?”
“And that townhouse in New York.”
“Yeah.”
“Fixed it up, updated it, I unloaded that before Christmas for a nice profit as well. Not as nice as the beach house but nice nonetheless.”
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Derek Thatcher, your lead announcer of the brand, got up from his chair and took a microphone. He looked out into the Gimnasio and smirked, before finally bellowing into the mic.
Derek Thatcher: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your main event of the evening! A fourteen person championship scramble match, for the vacant Whirlwind Championship! Pinfalls and submissions can happen at any time, making that person the interim champion, with the winner of the match being the last person to secure a three count or tap out, and earning them the chance to walk out, as the Whirlwind Champion! Introducing first, the individual that was assigned, number one…
A LOUD round of boos and jeers took over the whole arena as Def Leppard’s arguably most famous hit shook Monterrey right up……….
~I’M HOT, STICKY, SWEET! FROM MY HEAD, TO MY FEET, YEAH!~
A crowd of paparazzi come out, flashing bulb cameras, red carpet rolled out from the entrance area, the works. The table was all set for the one and only…
~POUR YOUR SUGAR ON ME, OH, I CAN’T GET ENOUGH!~
From the back came the “man of the hour”, the fur coat wearing, fur-lined boots walking, long hair looking, he is, the “Savior of the Sunset Strip”, Mister Hollywood Jesus himself…
Derek Thatcher: From West Hollywood, California, this is the B-Lister of Hollywood, Jaaaacccoooobbbb Hoootttsssttuuuuuffffff!!!!
Jacob posed at the top of the aisleway with the most ohsoarrogant smirk plastered across his face. Ironic, considering he was being forced to run from number one through the full sixty minutes, if he wanted to leave as the champion on this night. The VIPs in the front row were quick to throw him middle fingers for his brash, and downright rude complete lack of manners, but to Jacob? Or from Jacob, rather, he simply rubbed his fingers together like dollar bills were sliding through them. Once at ringside, Jacob took another moment to survey the crowd...to which, one face he stopped on, the iconic ex-kickboxer, and Whirlwind’s special VIP of the event…
Nikki Mynx: Welcome Sasha Foote, we’re happy to be able to have you for this monumental night of our history tonight!
Jacob pointed at Sasha, which merely raised her eyebrow. He jawed at her before licking his finger and touching his left pectoral, making a sizzling sound as he did so. “Hotstuff”, indeed…...but Sasha just rolled her eyes at him, she clearly wasn’t even remotely interested in the B-List celebrity. This enraged Jacob, but in playing it tough, he merely waved her off “as if she ever had a chance” and turned back to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope.
Mynx: Wow, what a creep this guy is. I’ve only seen him for sub five minutes and already I feel like I need a shower…
In ring, Jacob jerked the mic away from Thatcher for himself. Derek stared at him for a moment, completely aware he could probably rip Jacob limb from limb, but...he’s just not worth losing this job.
Jacob Hotstuff: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your savior speaking…………….
Jacob Hotstuff: Yes, boo the aura of the man you could never be, boo the Shaman of Sunday and the Hollywood Delight! Boo the man that’s gonna go all night, and be YOUR Whirlwind Champion!
Jacob Hotstuff: Like I give a damn what a bunch of you Mexican peasants think. I’m Hollywood, I made it, whether I have to go sixty minutes, or six, it doesn’t matter because at the end of the day...my name is Jacob Hotstuff, and I’m still better, than, yo --
Jacob was interrupted when a countdown appeared on the projection screen at the top of the aisle.
Suddenly, at the relief of the crowd, Jacob was interrupted by a surging guitar riff from Skillet’s “Hero”, and a roar of approval from all of “these Mexican peasants” as Jacob so unfairly labeled them…
From the PA: Introducing, from St. Petersburg, Russia, the individual that drew number two…”The Russian Light”, Nikoli Kuznetsov!
Thatcher: Jacob Hotstuff has to start this match with Nikoli Kuznetsov, two men that are no strangers to each other!
Mynx: If social media score is any indication, these two’s friendship would be a zero out of ten. It didn’t take long for Nikoli to want to punch Jacob out.
Thatcher: Actually he was the first one, honestly.
Nikoli wasted no time as he sprinted to the ring and sprung up on the ring apron, and then vaulted over the top rope, sending Jacob down to the mat with a plancha and a roar of cheers for services rendered. Nikoli didn’t waste time as he pulled Jacob back up to a seated position, only to kick him square in the chest, and send him right back to the mat! Nikoli dropped into a quick cover for a one count, whch Jacob kicked out with authority! Nikoli got up first, pulling Jacob by the hair, only for Jacob to respond with a desperation chop to the midsection, pushing the Russian Light back! Jacob pressed the advantage with a kick to the gut to further wind him, then hooked him up for a proper snap suplex, lifting him - but Nikoli slipped out the back door! Nikoli took Jacob in a rear waistlock, throwing him back to the mat with a crisp belly-to-back suplex! Jacob was disoriented but the Squires Academy graduate Nikoli turned and pulled him back away from the ropes, dropping down into another cover;
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Jacob kicks out!
Thatcher: “Hollywood Jesus” better kick it up a notch if he’s going to keep up with Nikoli here.
Mynx: Nikoli is a fresh graduate out of the prestigious Squires Academy, Jacob is...fresh out of a Hollywood movie set. I don’t think he could keep up with Nikoli if they stay one on one.
Jacob managed to keep the interim title from Nikoli for now, but he was clearly in a bad way when the countdown appeared on the projection screen at the top of the aisle.
Fifth Harmony’s “Baby I’m Worth It” blasts over the Gimnasio, prompting Nikoli to turn his attention to see…
From the PA: From the place where dreams are created, West Palm Beach, Florida one-half of the Pretty Committee, Veronica Taylor!
Together both members of the Pretty Committee, Bianca and Veronica saunter at their own pace down to the ring, where Nikoli waits with open arms, ready to commit a murder of beautician’s here tonight...when Jacob springs up from behind, and NAILS Nikoli below the belt with the lowest of blows! Nikoli’s face told all the story that was needed as he crumpled to the mat in pain. Jacob stood directly over Nikoli, with one foot on his chest, but he stopped as he rushed the Pretty Committee to join him in the ring!
Mynx: Oh come on now!
Thatcher: Jacob could have pinned him, even if it would have been a tainted pinfall, but what is he doing?
Instead, Veronica and Bianca slide into the ring with the three of them now standing over Nikoli.
Mynx: Bianca has no place in that ring, she isn’t even a legal member of this match!
Jacob looked out at the crowd, then just waved them off, clearly he had a plan here and he wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of that. Favorites? Please, Jacob Hotstuff was the only favorite you needed! Veronica and Bianca stepped on either side of Nikoli’s face, before the two vixens picked him up, holding him one arm in each of their hands. Jacob stepped forward and SLAPPED Nikoli across the face before motioning with his hands to lift him up. Jacob stepped back, while the Pretty Committee both hoisted Nikoli up, placing him in a seated position over Jacob’s shoulders, then together the three of them drilled Nikoli to the mat with a thunderous triple powerbomb!! Nikoli’s spine bounced a couple of times off the mat, then Jacob waved Veronica in to take the pinfall, consider it a “collector’s fee” for doing the work for Jacob. The referee counted, although it was just elementary at this point…
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, the “First Class Mean Girl”, Veronica Taylor!!
Mynx: What the hell did we just witness?!
Thatcher: Respect. The Upper Class called their shot, and they went in there and nailed it.
Mynx: But...come on now, that shouldn’t even count!
Thatcher: Why don’t you get in there and tell them how you feel about it…
As the dust settled, the reality was setting in. Veronica Taylor was the current, albeit interim, top champion of a promotion. And it only took three people to do it. The three of them stood directly over Nikoli, placing their fists in together. The symbolism was very deliberate, and that was something the capacity crowd of the Gimnasio let them know. After posing, Veronica snapped her fingers at Bianca and Jacob, briefly directing them to dispose of Nikoli’s body when the ominous countdown once again appeared on the projection screen.
Disturbed’s “Indestructible” engulfs the Gimnasio , drawing the attention of The Upper Class in it’s entirety for the next entrant.
From the PA: Introducing next, from Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada, the death-defying, Brrryyyyaaannnnn Blllaaaazzzzeeeee!!
Blaze came out of the entrance area to a POP, and not just because anything would have been better than The Upper Class either. He shot his gaze down the aisle, his eyes locked on one target; Veronica Taylor, and the interim Whirlwind Championship! With a deep breath he sprinted down the aisle, jumping up from the floor to leap up onto the top rope, springboarding further from the rope to knock Bianca out with a flying forearm! Blaze quickly got back to his feet and stood with his hands on his hips after the brilliant sequence, almost expecting the crowd’s approval. And approve they did!!
Thatcher: I’ve never seen a man with such raw athleticism.
Mynx: That’s all you got? The man leapt from the floor, to the top rope, then did a springboard dive in one fluid motion! There’s ten year veterans that couldn’t do that!
Blaze offered a cheeky grin for his antics, but the reality was setting in. Jacob stared at him from one side, Veronica from the other. The walls were “closing in”, as they say, and Blaze knew it. His eyes darted from person to person before finally ending in a shrug as he unloaded on Veronica with a flurry of rights and lefts! Vero began to cover up, when Jacob moved in behind Blaze, grabbing his hands and holding him back. Vero steps up to the restrained Blaze, mocking him, she rears her hand back - when Blaze kicks his foot back, catching Jacob right where the sun didn’t shine! Jacob naturally releases Blaze, who snap blocks Vero’s slap, and returns the aggression with a headbutt of his own, knocking the First Class Mean Girl to her backside!
Mynx: Blaze doing what everyone here wishes they could do right now.
Blaze picks Vero up, locks her into a front facelock, kicks his foot out, and drills her into the mat with a snap DDT! Vero gets planted face first while Blaze flips her over and hooks the near leg, the referee counting along;
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Bianca Davis makes the save!
Thatcher: Where the hell did she come from?
Mynx: From outside of the ring I guess.
Blaze sits up, all-too-aware of what just happened. Bianca mocks wiping tears away from her face “boo hoo, poor basic” which fires him up to his feet. He reaches out to grab Bianca by the hair...when Jacob clocks him in the back of his head with a STIFF forearm strike! Blaze stumbles blindly into Bianca, who calls Vero over quickly. Jacob motions to go up in the air again as he lets out a guttural “OOOHHHHHH AAAAHHHHHH!!” It was more lock a mocking grunt, to be fair...Jacob didn’t come across as nearly that primal.
Together Vero and Bianca lift Blaze up in a seated position onto Jacob’s shoulders…
Thatcher: Oh come on not this again...
And down went Blaze in the second triple powerbomb of the night!
Mynx: I guess you could say he...went down, in a Blaze.
Thatcher: Oh will you stop!
Blaze rolls out of the ring with a loud thud to the floor.
Cold’s “Remedy” engulfs the Gimnasio, once again prompting the attention of The Upper Class.
From the PA: Introducing, from Hamilton, South Lanarkshire, Stephen Callaway!
Callaway steps out into the entrance area, but unlike his predecessors he keeps his cool at the top of the aisle.
Thatcher: Stephen Callaway, the man that ALWAYS has an angle looking to play it smart.
Mynx: So uhh...what’s his angle here, then?
Callaway casually walks down to ringside, but stops there. He looks up at The Upper Class, and then turns his attention to Nikoli as he helps him back up.
Thatcher: Smart move. Approach these guys with even numbers
Mynx: Talk about a lame angle...of attack.
Nikoli took Callaway’s hand and without saying a word, shared a silent, seemingly-knowing nod. But they were still one short. Running around to the other side of the ring, together they help lift Blaze up to his feet, who still looked more than a little out of it. A mild look of concern washed over the faces of The Upper Class, but they were quick to shake it away, this was their match to win. And afterall, they had the winning strategy, right?
The three on the outside huddled briefly, with Callaway seemingly calling the shots, directing Nikoli to take the right side, and Blaze to take the left. He himself took the center. In unison they each grabbed the bottom rope, pulling themselves up onto the apron...Bianca charged directly at Blaze, but Blaze had the wherewithal to low bridge her, sending her tumbling from the ring, over the top rope, and to the floor below! Then Callaway called it out.
“Now!”
The three of them entered the ring and surrounded The Upper Class with Jacob throwing a lariat at Nikoli, which was easily side stepped, leaving the B-Lister over-extended! Nikoli took a step back, then lit Jacob’s chest UP with a stiff kick! Jacob hunched over, while Blaze took Veronica and whipped her into the corner, followed up with a running elbow strike to the side of her face, dazing her! He kept her in the corner as Nikoli hit the ropes and came back to Jacob with the “Russian Light” (Knee Strike to head a la Curb Stomp)!
Thatcher: Now that had to be satisfying!
Almost as quickly as Jacob dropped, Nikoli made the cover with a hook of the far leg;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, “The Russian Light” Nikoli Kuznetsov!
Mynx: Finally a champion we can be proud of! And cute --
Just as quickly as it happened, Nikoli stood up, and right into a “Calsi Kick” (Superkick) from Callaway! Callaway drops down over him in a firm lateral press;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Stephen Callaway!
Thatcher: Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Well played, Stephen.
Mynx: He got the title away from The Upper Class, but ultimately this is still a free-for-all. Callaway never took his eyes off the prize..
Thatcher: I’m sure it’s nothing personal towards Nikoli though...just the guy that was in the right place at the wrong time.
Callaway had no time to celebrate though as the countdown appeared on the projection screen again.
Nicki Minaj’ “Beautiful Sinner” played for the in-ring professional debut of Siiinnnnnthhiiiaaaaa!
From the PA: Introducing next, from Cleveland, Ohio, the “Sixth City Sex Symbol” Siiiiiiinnnnttthhhhhiiiiiaaaaaaa!!!!!
Sinthia didn’t waste any time sprinting to ringside as she slithered like a snake into the ring under the bottom rope! She didn’t lose any time, making her way right over the current interim champion with a smack to his backside. Of course, Callaway turns around to see Sinthia and her...assets...on full display, an eyebrow raised. She looked up at Callaway, then glanced down at her chest, and back up to him. As if to ask “don’t you like?”
Thatcher: Come on Stephen there’s a match going on…
Mynx: What kind of a straight man wouldn’t want a roll in they hay with someone like Sinthia though? I bet she could teach him things…
Sinthia stepped closer to Stephen, wrapping her hands around his waist, securely. She looked up at Stephen, his eyes admittedly locked onto hers. Slowly he brought his lips down to meet hers...when Sinthia rolled him up with a small package!
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3! Kickout!
From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Sinthia!
She jumped up from the roll up and excited jumped up and down with her hands in the air and the eyes of every straight male on the planet staring at her...jumping ability.
Thatcher: I can’t believe that worked...now Sinthia looks like she just won the Olympics.
In the midst of her celebrating, Callaway got back to his feet, he shook his head that he actually fell for that, then tapped her on the shoulder. Perhaps naively, Sinthia turned around - and right into a “Calsi Kick”!
Just before he could make the cover though, the countdown appeared back on the projection screen…
The initially soft sounds of Kamelot’s “Karma” plunges the Gimnasio into mysterious gasps and oohs and awes, not quite completely sure what to make of the masked Pendragon.
From the PA: From the mysterious wasteland that is Parts Unknown, the next entrant into the Biorhythm Scramble...Pendragon!!
Unlike the previous entrants, the masked mystery takes a quieter approach upon entering, he takes some steps back to watch, casually scouting the action of every participant in the heat of battle.
Mynx: That’s your thinking man’s wrestler, never one to jump into the fight without first plotting strategy, Pendragon may be the smartest athlete here tonight!
Thatcher: Isn’t he though? You hear people talk about strategy all the time, but then they always jump into battle. Pendragon looks like they legitimately are the most patient.
Mynx: Nice side-step on the gender-neutral pronoun there, Derrick. In today’s twenty-eighteen climate, there’s no reason whatsoever to use gender-identification pronouns when we’re not absolutely sure what they identify with.
Thatcher: I’m just trying to save the potential lawsuit, to be honest.
ANYway, Callaway turns to Sinthia, who is just now starting to stir again after all the commotion during Pendragon’s entrance. Callaway takes Sinthia by her hair...in time to see Nikoli just getting back up after having his bell rung by that Calsi Kick earlier. He locks eyes with Callaway…
Callaway returns him a stoic stare. “Just part of the game, man” he mouthed at The Siberian Wolf. Nikoli darted forward, but Callaway pushed Sinthia in front of him, but Nikoli changes the game and brings Sinthia’s eyes across his own knees, dropping her with “Mother Russia” (Codebreaker)! Nikoli floats over and into a pin with a hook of the near leg;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, “The Siberian Wolf” Nikoli Kuznetsov!
Nikoli got right up without the fanfare or victory poise, shooting Callaway a glare as he drew a line across the mat with his boot. This finally drew Blaze’ attention away from the corner as his loosely formed trio of upper class vigilantes seemed to be disintegrating before his very eyes. He got in between the two of them, attempting to plead, all the while Pendragon watched on the outside.
Thatcher: Bryan Blaze is the voice of reason here? Let that sink in.
Mynx: Why not? Cute guys are known to have good logic sense…
Thatcher: ...Aren’t you married, Nikki?
Mynx: ………………...Soooo, hey, look, there’s another countdown starting!
The Atreyu cover of Bon Jovi’s “You Give Love a Bad Name” blasts off, sending the Gimnasio into a frenzy for the arrival of Melinda “Rebel” Rhodes!
An arrival that causes Pendragon to turn his attention from the ring to the entrance area…
Mynx: Do I sense a little bit of dissension here?
Thatcher: It’s more a thought-provoking gentleman’s debate...what could go wrong?
Rhodes stopped at the end of the aisle to meet Pendragon, the two standing toe-to-toe, eye-to-eye.
Meanwhile Blaze pleaded with Callaway and Nikoli, but it was to no avail, Callaway pushed Nikoli which rocked him, but Nikoli wasn’t about to be outdone, he shovs Callaway right back! Callaway stumbled back into the ring pad, hitting the back of his head on the way down. Nikoli wants to continue, but Blaze steps in front of him, this time a little more forcefully. “Knock it off, we can’t let The Upper Class win…” he shouted, the first three rows being able to pick it up. His words seem to calm Nikoli some, who backs off, turning to Callaway to help him up. Before Blaze can do anything else, his shoulders are pulled down to the mat - it’s Vero, with a crucifix pin! Bianca grabs Blaze’s feet to apply more pressure as the referee counts the fall;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, “First Class Mean Girl”, Veronica Taylor!
Thatcher: I can’t be the only one that finds it ironic that Blaze through all his talk of staying cool, is the one that just handed the title back to The Upper Class…
Blaze kicked out right after the call, while Bianca grabbed his arms and yanked him straight out of the ring under the bottom rope! Callaway and Nikoli looked to each other, and then back to Veronica. Vero starts to beg off, but Nikoli was having none of that. He directs Callaway to go around behind her to block off her escape, which he does, he takes her arms and holds them in an “under arrest” position. Nikoli steps right into her face, he rears back - when Jacob returns to chop block Nikoli before he connects! In the chaos, Vero swings her foot back, catching Callaway between the legs and watching him fold up like an accordion on the mat. On the outside, Blaze fights off Bianca, eve slamming her into the steel barricade for good measure, then as he turns back to the ring, Jacob flies out of the ropes between the top and middle, taking Blaze off his feet with a suicide dive!
Thatcher: Would you look at that. Jacob doesn’t need a stunt devil after all…
Mynx: I didn’t even know he had it in him!
Jacob stood up over Blaze, and places one confident foot over his chest. For pictorial opportunities, at least, before finally helping Bianca back into the ring. Together, the trio of The Upper Class stood tall, dominant against all the odds of the naysayers on social media at just a hair past the thirty minute mark into this match. Then they turned their attention to the last person in the ring they never targeted….
Thatcher: You don’t have to like Sinthia’s antics, but come on she doesn’t deserve this three-on-one!
Mynx: Deserve? I heard she prefers them!
Thatcher: Is that why she’s the “Sixth City Sex Symbol”?
Sinthia slowly starts to get up from the hard impact of Nikoli’s knees on her face, in time to see The Upper Class circling around her like a flock of vultures ready for a feast!
From the outside, it looks like Melinda and Pendragon have had enough of the egos of Hollywood and beauty running roughshod over this match. The two approach the ring, circling on opposite sides. Rhodes shouts at Jacob.
“B-List Bitch!”
Of course it drew Jacob’s attention away, drawing him right to Rhodes, who low bridged him to the outside. Err, partially to the outside as Jacob gets himself hung up over the top rope like a damp towel trying to dry. Rhodes flashes a smirk at the near-defenseless Jacob as she began to light up his chest and face with a barrage of kicks! Over and over and over and over and over and over and over…
Mynx: I bet right now he WISHES he had a stunt double…
Thatcher: Don’t give him any ideas, Nik!
Mynx: ...Don’t ever call me “Nik” again, Derrick.
Right at the last kick, Rhodes takes Jacob’s head in her hands and jumps from the apron to the floor, guillotining him on the top rope! Playing off the assist, Pendragon makes his way into the ring for the first time tonight, rushing across and lifting off into the air, drilling Jacob right on the chin with a Busaiku Knee! Jacob face plants like an old man with a failed pacemaker from the impact, rolling out of the ring and to the floor, all while Pendragon turns his attention to Veronica Taylor. Vero turns around to see the masked man, waving him off like a basic that couldn’t show their face…
Thatcher: Big mistake.
It was almost like Pendragon took offense to that as he...turned the tides...from the second rope straight to Vero’s face with a ‘beautiful’ disaster kick, I’m sure it wasn’t her idea of beautiful. Nevertheless in one fluid movement Pendragon hooked the far leg on the landing, the referee counting along;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Peennndrrraaggoooonnnn!
Almost immediately after Sinthia shoved Bianca out of the way to confront the masked man, once again up to her old tricks with a seductive glance from her eyes to her ample chest, a daring gambit Pendragon likely conside …
Rhodes on the outside sharply covers a hurt Jacob Hotstuff, hooking both legs as the referee counts;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Melinda Rhodes!
Pendragon shot a glance over his shoulder to see his intellectual equal just getting back to her feet at ringside, but there was no time to speculate as Sinthia pulled Pendragon down in a fast roll-up!
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Pendragon kicked out!
Sinthia sat up and protested! No fair, everyone else was regaining the title except her. Who ever could resist her irresistible charms, she probably thought. Pendragon kipped up behind her, unbeknownst to the lady of Sin, just as Blaze began to stand up. Pendragon took Sinthia from behind, spun her around, forcing her to visit the sky, and then the mat abruptly after with a sick snap suplex...but Pendragon isn’t done, he maintains the facelock and rolls through lifting her up, and down with a second suplex, and the same a third time, completing his “Three Visits” (Three Amigos), but no time for Pendragon to recover as Blaze comes from outta nowhere with a springboard four-fifty to the both of them!, popping the crowd on impact!
Blaze smothers Sinthia in a lateral press as the referee counts;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Bryan Blaze!
Mynx: You go BAY BAY!
Thatcher: Again, you’re married……
Just as Blaze stood up from the pin, the countdown returned to the projection screen.
Ben Folds’ “B*tches ain’t sh*t” plays out the next entrant, a man that does nothing to endear himself to the crowd…
From the PA: The next entrant into the Biorhythm Scramble, from the Florida Keys. This is “The Industry Standard”, Leon Tyrell!
Arrogantly, Leon pays zero mind to the fans as he makes his way to ringside. Once at ringside, he stared down Melinda Rhodes...and SLAPPED her across her face! Thenl for good measure, after a kick to the gut later he face planted her with a snap DDT, leaving her on the floor before sliding into the ring. Blaze is quick to get in his face, but gets met by an elbow to the side of the head for his troubles. Leon takes Blaze into a quick small package off the distraction shot;
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Blaze powers out of the distraction pin, but Leon doesn’t appear phased in the least. Leon continues on his trail of wanton disregard for anyone not himself as he pulls Sinthia up by the hair. Blaze taps him on the shoulder, “what the hell man?!”, ducking another hard elbow shot that leaves Leon over extended. Blaze takes Leon in a reverse front facelock...which I guess would be a rear headlock...and drops him with a reverse DDT. Sinthia would then spin around, throwing arms up at Blaze. “Why’d you land on me? Come on, don’t you think I’m cute…?” She flashed him the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes as she took Blaze’s hand in hers, drawing closer to her chest. “Come on, don’t you wanna see what a real woman is like?”
Thatcher: Whoa, Sinthia, come on now this isn’t the Love Connection now!
Mynx: Good thing we’re on Pay-Per-View and not cable. Gotta respect a woman that knows how to use what she’s given.
Blaze shrugs, you could tell he’s not really interested what she was offering. Realizing she was losing him, she decides to turn up the heat. She grabs him by the waist and pulls him in close to her, the warmth of the bodies becoming intertwined with each other. She reaches up with her hand to the back of his head, but Blaze...pushes her away! Sinthia had never felt so insulted, she stepped closer to him and STOMPED on his foot, causing him to hunch over a bit, bringing him down to her level to light him up with a SLAP! And a second, third, fourth, all the way to seven, leaving Blaze dazed after her patented “7 Deadly Sins”! She stands proud in front of him with her hands on her hips...the gloriously well formed hips of her hourglass figure... proud of her work, when Leon Tyrell gets back to his feet right behind her, shoving her into Blaze! The impact sends Blaze down on his back, with Sinthia falling, precariously with her face over his………
Thatcher: Oh my!
Technically, that would be considered a cover, unorthodox as it were, so the referee was obligated to count it….
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Leon was quick to jump on top of that cover, forcing the count to restart!
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, “The Industry Standard”, Leon Tyrell!
Mynx: Hey, Sinthia got sandwiched between two guys…..
Thatcher: I’ll pay you twenty bucks to not finish that sentence.
Leon sat up and dusted his hands off, a job well done had been accomplished. Meanwhile Sinthia was slower, more embarrassed to sit up from her position, her face took on what seemed to be an angry scowl as she protested that she should be interim champion right now, she pinned Blaze too after all! But the referee remained firm in his call as the countdown appeared on the projection once again, simultaneously as Jacob from the outside draped an arm over Rhodes’ chest.
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Rhodes kicked out as Red’s “Release the Panic” hit to set the Gimnasio on fire for the arrival of whom many would peg as the odds-on favorite!
From the PA: Introducing next, from Jefferson City, Missouri… Sam! Tolson!
Just as Sam stepped out of the entrance area to a warm reception, those cheers turned to jeers at a different welcoming committee!
Joe. Jones.
From behind, he took Sam and literally THREW her into the steel barricade, shoulder first! From there he wasn’t done as he added a series of stomps, kicks, and a baseball slide trapping her between his feet and the barricade!
Thatcher: Hey, this isn’t your time!
Mynx: He couldn’t have waited a couple minutes more??
Thatcher: Joe Jones is a selfish, destructive personality, egomaniacal to his very core…
Joe, finally, let up from Sam and stood up, taking in his “standing ovation” for his actions. It wasn’t even a little bit of a standing ovation...anyway, Joe took his sweet ass time sauntering to the ring, stopping every few steps to pose in the aisle for the Gimnasio to grovel at. And by grovel I mean pelt with empty beer cups. Finally at the end of the aisle Joe stopped, his eyes locked on Rhodes, who was just starting to stir. Joe had other ideas though. A couple of stomps put the brakes on Rhodes’ idea to get up sooner, and Joe could instead pick her up at his own pace, drilling her onto the floor with a parting message. “Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am” (Crossrhodes)! The impact sent her sprawled out on the floor, while he stood over her. Seething. Arrogantly, and out of as much disrespect as possible, he places his foot over his chest and orders the referee to count...but it’s no good! “You’re not in the match yet!”
Mynx: Justice. Joe Jones can’t just go around and do whatever he wants…
Joe was furious! But it wouldn’t do him any good…
In the ring Nikoli came back to confront the protesting Sinthia, whom once again took to using her own natural assets for the greater good. Or evil, depending on your viewpoint. Once again she closed the distance between them, pressing her assets onto his chest, but he was quicker to bring his knee up and strike the side of her face, sending her spiraling down to the mat! Nikoli went to cover her, but was pulled out of it after only a one count...by the current, interim Whirlwind Champion, Leon Tyrell! The two shared a look…
Thatcher: That’s what the classic hungry rookie and desperate veteran at the last straw of a career looks like.
Mynx: Desperate veteran is hotter, so I’m gonna go with --
Thatcher: Again, wedding bells, marriage license...remember?
Mynx: It doesn’t hurt to window shop, Dair! It’s only when you act on it that…
Thatcher: If I can’t call you “Misch”, you can’t call me “Dair”.
The two trade blows before trading up to chops, kicks, and blocked suplex attempts. Finally, Leon’s experience edge pays off with a low kidney punch that stuns Nikoli, allowing him to capitalize with a snap flatliner, dropping Nikoli face first! Leon glanced down at the man, he didn’t need to pin, but instead this was an opportunity to teach a young, hungry student of the game. Backing up to the corner, he lifts himself onto the middle and then the top rope, Slowly, methodically, he prepares himself, steadies himself. Slowly he raises his right arm up and points at the elbow, before leaping off - “Aces High” (slow elbow drop with theatrics) - right into a spinning wheel kick from Blaze for the interception!
Mynx: Wow, that boy had moves!
Blaze quickly stands up over Leon, flashing a cheesy grin and offering a thumbs up to the Gimnasio…
He drops down to make a cover!
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Bryan Bl --
Interrupting the announcement was a lightning school girl roll up from Sinthia, as she put all of her weight into the leverage and even grabbed a handful of Blaze’ tights;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, the “Sixth City Sex Symbol”, Sinthia!
Just as Sinthia spun around, she got the business end of Stephen Callaway’s boot, in the form of a “Calsi Kick” (Superkick)! Callaway floats over into the cover and a hook of the near leg.
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Stephen Callaway!
Mynx: Where’d he come from?
Thatcher: That’s another of his...angles, of attack. You can’t see him until it’s too late!
There’s no time for celebration though as Vero finally returns behind Callaway! Bianca re-enters the ring again, directly in front, and the Pretty Committee as a whole ambush Callaway with a Hi-Lo, chop block and lariat combo, sending the interim champion down! Vero floats into her own cover, but this time Nikoli is back with a dropkick to Vero that sends her INTO Bianca and out under the bottom rope. Nikoli takes a moment before shrugging at Callaway’s predicament before taking the cover himself;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, “The Siberian Wolf” Nikoli Kuznetsov!
He had no time to take a breather though as he turned around into a dramatic lariat from Jacob Hotstuff, flipping Nikoli inside out! Jacob quickly looks around and, seeing no one stirring, he smirks, picks up Nikoli and wraps his leg over Nikoli’s neck, dropping him with the “Encore” (Overdrive)! Then he makes the cover over Nikoli;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion…”The B-Lister” Jacob Hotstuff!
Mynx: Oh no...The Upper Class got it back.
Thatcher: Moreover, listen to all these boos for Jacob! We’re gonna have a riot on our hands!
The announcement was enough to wake Sam Tolson, whom though she took some serious punishment from Joe earlier, wasn’t about to let this Scramble end with the Hollywood actor or any member of The Upper Class for that matter, being the champion. Rhodes also picked herself up, and dragged herself into the ring. As if that wasn’t enough for Jacob to worry about, the countdown came back on the projection screen…
Thatcher: Wait what? We’ve already had everyone enter…
Mynx: Is this a glitch? We don’t have anyone back there!
The lights dimmed, then went out. A single deep, booming voice, pierced the silence.
The opening riffs of Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy” was enough to send Jacob’s smug expression to one of disbelief…
Thatcher: No way…
Mynx: Could it be?
Thatcher: It IS!
From the PA: Introducing, the final entrant in the Biorhythm Scramble match, the legend from the underground, boasting an unprecedented MMA record of 129 - 0, with 129 knockouts… MAX! Danger!!
Jacob looked like he had saw a ghost, and that ghost’s name was MAX! MAX wasted no time high-tailing it to the ring, which as he did, Jacob quickly took an exit stage left from the ring, but MAX was fast on his heels, grabbing him by the hair before he could get away!
Thatcher: I don’t know if you’ve followed any of the drama between MAX and Jacob on social media the past few months, but it has been some really HEAVY stuff.
Mynx: MAX, Jacob, and MAX’ wife, something big happened there but I don’t know what. But now Jacob and MAX are in the same company…
Thatcher: And that spells disaster, for the B-Lister…
Jacob kicked at MAX to get him to release him, then took off to the right...to get stopped by Pendragon. Quickly he backed up, then rolled back into the ring, narrowly missing Rhodes as he bee-lined it out of the ring, and up the aisle...and ...and there it happened. It was at that moment Jacob had realized he messed up.
Thatcher: Here’s what we all wanted to see…
Jacob stops cold with Sam Tolson a mere 2 feet in front of him. Slowly he begs off….he starts to back away...when he’s tapped on the shoulder! He spins around, and sees SASHA FOOTE two inches from his face! The Gimnasio is going apesh*t for Sasha, who just hopped the barricade to get in Jacob’s face!
Thatcher: Yet another person Jacob ticked off in the opening weeks leading up to this night…
Mynx: Everybody wants a piece of Hollywood!
Sasha takes a step back, assuming a fighting stance. She readies her foot, pointing to it and then Jacob’s face -- and then gets tackled by event security! Three security specialists take Sasha by the wrists and drag her back, as Jacob laughs right at her face!
Mynx: Sasha...say WHAT!?
Thatcher: Sasha may be an iconic name in this business, but here tonight at our show, Sasha Foote is not one of our athletes. She is a fan. Fans can’t jump the barricade. She should know better...
Sam meanwhile lunges forward with a STIFF lariat that took the [admittedly distracted now] Jacob straight to the floor. But she wasn’t done. Oh no no no. She picked Jacob back up, hooked him up, and drilled him to the floor with the “Victory Drop Alpha” (Trapper Keeper Bomb)!! Without even hooking the leg, she covered him, the referee counting;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Sam Tolson!
Thatcher: It was almost destined to happen. Jacob and Sam have been at each other nonstop since Biorhythm was announced.
Sam had one more loose end to tie up though…
Back at ringside, Rhodes chased down Joe Jones, while MAX and Pendragon traded shots. Finally Joe escaped Rhodes and slid into the ring...Rhodes hopped up on the apron on one side, and Sam on the other. Joe arrogantly dared both of them to enter the ring at the same time, because “there’s no way these two chicks could stand to be in the ring with a man like Joe”...
That was a mistake. Rhodes stung Joe with a right hand, and Sam caught him on the rebound with another. Rhodes stepped back and delivered a boot to Joe’s face, and that knocked him into Sam...who picked him up, and drilled him with a “Victory Drop Alpha” for his troubles! And then there were two. Sam and Rhodes traded blows, until Pendragon and MAX crashed the party. MAX started with a spear to Sam that took the two of them out of the ring. Between Rhodes and Pendragon in the ring, Pendragon dotted Rhodes’ forehead with a high heel kick, dazing her, before taking her to the mat with the “Geas” (Katahajime submission), keeping it locked on for minutes, several times Rhodes lifted her hand as if about to submit, but she rolls over placing Pendragon’s shoulders down as the referee counts;
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Thatcher: What do we do now? Is Pendragon or Melinda Rhodes the current interim Whirlwind Champion?!
Neither was particularly moving though after such a grueling match and the extended fatigue from the hold, though the Gimnasio seemingly was getting a second wind from nowhere…
From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champions, Pendragon and Melinda Rhodes!
When outta nowhere a shooting star press came down on the both of them! The identity of the attacker would soon be revealed….
A standing moonsault later, and he had a cover over the both of them;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Bryan Blaze!
Everyone was down, Blaze barely sat up, the exhaustion was real, but on the outside was Sam and MAX, MAX went for another spear, but Sam side stepped! MAX crashed into the barricade! Sam pulled him back and went to cover, the referee counted;
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Joe Jones broke up her pin!
Mynx: Joe Jones, what, El-Oh-El, thought he was dead!
Thatcher: Spiteful…
Sam returned to her feet, she rushed Joe back against the ring post! Joe landed hard spine first, finally falling to the floor where Sam with a confident smirk covered him with a hard lateral press!
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BUZZ!
Everyone fell back, finally, you could rest up from the exhaustion...
Thatcher: Well did she do it in time?
From the PA: The winner of the match. And nnneeeewwwww, Whirlwind Champion…
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BRYAN!! BLAZE!!!
Disturbed’s “Indestructible” plays as the referee brings the Whirlwind Championship and lays it across Blaze’ tired chest. He may not have looked like a champion right now, but he certainly put on a championship caliber performance!
Thatcher: It was a match that could have gone any way, to anybody. We saw teamwork…
Mynx: Heated rivalries come to a head…
Thatcher: Egos forming…
Mynx: Loose alliances shatter…
Thatcher: The Upper Class…
Mynx: We saw one man take his destiny into his own hands, BAY BAY.
Thatcher: And another that was robbed at the hands of a selfish, bitter old man that the world passed by…
Mynx: We even saw co-interim champions, if that makes sense. If only for a cup of coffee.
Thatcher: And it was all in a day’s work! Good night everyone, on behalf of Whirlwind Wrestling!
Mynx: And keep an eye out on our social media feed for the official announcement of next month’s show, Force of Will! Bryan Blaze will make his decision for how he chooses to defend his title; in truth, or on a dare!
Thatcher: Thanks everyone for watching, we hope you enjoyed the show!
“It’s showtime. Let’s get dangerous.”
The man continues with the camera spinning around to catch the man from behind as he walks into the building.
Derrick Thatcher: Welcome everyone to Whirlwind Wrestling’s “Biorhythm” show, the maiden voyage in this company’s history, I’m your tour guide for the next two hours, Derrick Thatcher!
Nikki Mynx: At least it’s not a three hour tour...hi everyone, I’m the cool chick that makes Derrick watchable, the funny one with the jokes and the keen eye for what’s hot and what’s not, Nikki Mynx!
Thatcher: What’s hot and what’s not? What are you, Paris Hilton? This is a wrestling show not a fashion shoot, come on Nikki! And what do you make of that man we just saw in the parking lot?
Mynx: And what is a wrestling show without being at least a little bit hot? That man isn’t hot...he can’t be, he drove the hummer!
Thatcher: Oh, would you stop?! Folks, just forgive my broadcast partner...my married, broadcast partner, I’m sure she means well. Usually.
Mynx: Hey! I DO mean well, I’m as excited as anyone for this huge championship scramble match to unfold and give us the individual who is going to make history as the first ever Whirlwind Champion! Young or old, man or women, hot or...not!
Thatcher: *ahem* So stick around folks, come meet some of our athletes and see what they will be bringing to the table, as well as what it means to them to be the Whirlwind Champion!
The Bad Ass James Kelloggs is pushing a wooden crate along the floor. The crate is a good 3 feet tall. Once he has it in place where he wants it, he takes a step back and snaps his fingers. A big breasted Mexican beauty steps behind him, she bends over, her shirt ever so slightly pops opens for a little itty bitty peak and she slides her hands in under James’ pits and picks him up. This girl with a heart of gold places The Bad Ass James Kelloggs on the wooden crate. She then blends back over giving every full blood male viewer another “just a little more….come on baby” glimpse and she plants a god old kiss on James's cheek.
“Thank you Bae” The Bad Ass says as he clears his throat and adjusts his suit jacket.
“Bitches of WhirlWind Wrestling! Allow me to introduce to you you first and only Whirlwind Wrestling Champion! A man who you will idolize, a man you will worship! A man, you will in just over an hour from now, you will have a poster of above your bed so you can look up at him as you lay in your bed at night and look at what it is to be truly great! What a true winner looks like. What a champion looks like! And as you stare up at this poster, as your one hand ever so slightly starts to find it’s way going south of the border, and no one can blame you, it’s only natural when this gentleman is in your life. It’s a urge you can’t fight it. As you lay in that bed bug infested mattress of yours in your run down fire trap of a single wide trailer on the other side of the tracks, know that no matter what you do in your life, you will never match the level of achievement that your WhirlWind Champion has achieved in life. You will never come close.”
“No matter how many masks you wear. How many stories you tell to to make yourself seem important, no matter how music videos and bad tattoos you get or how many shitty ass movies you star in. You will never be like Double J. Never ever, not in a million billion years. Money can’t buy his success and there is no stopping the living breathing wrestling god! There would be no professional wrestling without Double J! There would be no you in this sport without Double J. So without any further to do. I give to you, your champion. My Champion. The WhirlWind Wrestling Champion. Joe Jones!”
James holds his hands out to his right and the camera pans to the right where Joe Jones is leaning up against a cement wall facing a slim, brown sugar hottie with his shirt open and Joe is tracing his pecs with his index finger. Both of them enjoying one another's company at the moment. Joe glances at the camera over his left shoulder.
“Don’t hate me cuz I’m better than you. Don’t hate me cuz I’m winning this Scramble match and your not. Hate me because…..”
Joe looks at his “friend” for a second and glances back at the camera.
“You’ll never be a WhirlWind Wrestling Champion.”
A stretched Land Rover Discovery pulls up in front of the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon arena in Monterrey Mexico. The lights dim and the driver’s side door opens. A driver in a suit and tie quickly makes his way around the vehicle to rear passenger side door. The driver opens the door and holds the door as a mountain of a man emerges from the Land Rover. All seven foot and 400 plus pounds of Nanook now stands on the sidewalk in front of the arena where in a little while Whirlwind Wrestling will have its first show and crown it’s first ever Whirlwind Champion in a 14 person scramble match. A line of fans has formed all waiting to get inside the arena for tonight’s action as the doors haven’t open yet. They call out his name, cheer, boo, hiss, maybe they take a piss but those reactions are soon null and void.
As Nanook adjusts his custom made suit and tugs on his cuffs of his shirt, The true star of this arrival slowly steps out of the Land Rover with his buddy in hand. Bester steps out and stands tall and proud next to his agent, manager, mentor and friend. Every little kid that was in line, yells out Bester’s name and runs towards him in a tidal wave of excited little screaming kiddies. They engulf him, encircle him, pushing the 400 plus pound Nanook out of the way! Nanook does a good job of keeping his balance and not to land and crush some kids to death thank goodness.
“Hey little Buddies!” Bester says with a huge smile on his face. So happy to see his little buddies.
“BESTER! BESTER! BESTER!!!” They chant, reaching up for high fives and some want hugs. (Now it’s getting creepy)
“Oh I’m so happy to see you guys too!” Bester says as the kids say stuff to him, but it’s all in Spanish and Betser has no clue what they are saying.
“I wish I could be in that Scramble match too. Nothing would make me happier than being your champion.”
“Alright Best.” Nanook says as he’s been pushed to the outside of the circle of kids. “We’ve got to get going Buddy.”
“Alright, okay. I would love to spend the day out here with all of you as well but Bester has to go inside and sign his contract but before I go, I do have something for all of you! Yes! Each and every single one of you!”
Bester makes his way to the back of the Rover and pops open the rear and pulls a big arm full of tee shirts! He starts to hand them out and it’s hard to see who has the bigger smile on their faces, the kiddies or Bester. So much happiness going on right now it makes the Care Bears jealous.
After a couple of minutes and everyone has a tee shirt, Nanook and Bester make their way towards the front doors of the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon Arena under a blanket of “Bester” Chants. Once at the door Nanook reaches out for it and goes to open it and…...it’s locked.
“What the?” Nanook says as he then pounds on the glass door. A worker inside notices this and walks up to the door.
“Open the door!” Nanook demands. Meanwhile Bester is signing autographs and taking selfies with more fans.
The worker inside the building shakes his head no.
“What do you mean no? Don’t you know who I am?”
“You not on list!” The worker says in bad broken english.
“What do you mean I’m not on the list? Get me someone in charge around here! I’m scheduled to be apart of this show tonight!”
“I am in charge! You not on list!”
“Do you even know who I am? I haven’t told you my name!”
“Yeah! I know who you is!” The worker says and then pulls out a folded up picture of Nanook and Bester and written on the picture in spanish is “No entry. Banned”
“What does that say?” Nanook demands.
“You banned! You no come in!”
“What? Since when! Listen this show isn’t going to happen without me! Do you understand me?”
“Guy who gave me photo, told me you bad news. You not welcomed.”
“Who said that!”
The worker pulls out his phone and a couple of swipes later he holds up Joe Jones’s promo pic for Whirlwind Wrestling.
Nanook’s face turns red. So red. “HE TOLD YOU I CAN’T COME IN?”
“Yes!”
“HIM! HE TOLD YOU I CAN’T COME IN!”
“Yes! What part you no understand?”
“THIS IS BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT I TELL YOU! I’M SUPPOSE TO BE HERE!”
“You buy ticket?”
“What? Did I buy a ticket? Why would I do that? I’m Nanook. A wrestling icon! I don’t need a stinking ticket!”
“No. You buy ticket. You come in.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“Yes! Buy ticket. You come in!”
Nanook glares at the guy on the other side of the door. He grunts.
“FINE!”
Nanook turns from the door and looks at Bester who is staring at a lady who has bared her chest and wants him to sign her golden globes. Bester is in a trance like state as he holds a Sharpie a inch from her skin with his mouth open.
“Jesus…..Bester! We have got to go! Lady! There is kids here! Cover up!” Growls Nanook as he swipes the marker from Bester and pulls on him to get stepping. Nanook turns to leave and stops, spins, scribbles his name across her tatas, slides the marker between them and winks at a very shocked lady who quickly covers up.
“Lovely. Very lovely if I do say so.” Nanook says before leaving to head to the ticket booth.
The camera found Melinda Rhodes backstage, attired in her full ring gear which consists of silver tights, a black sports top, elbow pads, knee pads, and ring boots. Around her waist is a wide black leather belt with her favorite silver 'Rebel' belt buckle. She was in the middle lacing her boots in final preparation for the match to come. Her expression seemed to be one of deep contemplation, the weight of the one and only event on this card clearly weighing on her shoulders.
“One who carries the weight of the world on their shoulders eventually ends up with a broken back.” The voice of Pendragon pierced through the stony silence, his footsteps softly hitting the ground as he slowly walks into view.
He was dressed to compete wearing a black bodysuit accented with green, with a mask picked out just for this event to match the color scheme. As the camera panned to him he was in the process of finishing wrapping tape on his hands and wrists.
The Rebel slowly rose to her feet, eyes meeting the dark meshed holes of Pendragon's mask.
"...and yet it's a dirty job, but someone has to do it," She replied with a smirk.
“Is that so?” A soft chuckle escape his lips underneath the mask.
“I admire your courage. Even though we're opponents chasing the same opportunity I do not consider you an enemy. I realize that while we may have originally been amicable in our relations towards one another that at the very end you got the... wrong idea about me.” He paused briefly as he was thinking over his words carefully. “That I was attempting to play mind games, by fostering fear and doubt when all I did was address the elephant in the room. Now I'm not going to apologize if my words brought emotions buried deep down to the surface, everyone has their own demons to deal with in their own way, but my entire point is that we do not have to be controlled by fear. That we can make a choice to seek peace; that fear is not something we need to be shackled by. If you took that as a threat however; I will apologize for that.”
Instead of pulling up a chair he sat cross legged on the floor.
“So lets clear the air, shall we? Regardless of what happens later tonight I would rather make a friend than enemy.”
She took in a deep breath, gave him a quick nod, then settled back down in her chair. From there, she locked eyes with Pendragon as best she could.
"It's not that your words weren't well said or filled with meaning," The Rebel answered, "They did have a positive effect, but the problem is that nobody in wrestling, and I mean nooooobody, ever works without an ulterior motive. I knew a guy much like you. On the surface, he was deep, philosophical, and even seemed like he genuinely wanted to help me."
Her head tilted slightly to the left, "I bought his act, played his game, and teamed with him only to find that I had been setup. I still fought him and his grunts as hard as I could, but betrayal exacts a hefty toll on one's soul. You're never able to take anyone or anything at face value, at least not for too long."
She then leaned in towards him a bit, "Trust doesn't come easy or cheap. You want to win just as much as everyone else here and there's no fault in that. All I did was call you out on it, nothing more, nothing less. Thank you for the deep philosophy and the moment of introspection, never the less."
He took her words in, listening intently and patiently never once making a move to cut her off.
“Yet you trust in Tolson; do you not? The same person who casually stated that she'd break someone's leg if it meant obtaining victory. That the cost of someone never being able to practice their craft ever again being an acceptable price? That it is somehow more okay if one is open with their intentions to maim someone over ten pounds of gold?”
It was impossible to discern his facial expression beneath his mask but he spoke with a stern calmness as he stared back into her eyes.
“I'm not asking for your blind trust; that would be foolish and rather egotistical. All I ask is that you make peace with yourself; not for my sake but for your own. One does not grow without being challenged every step of the way and I would rather face someone at their very best than as a shell of what they could be. I guess you could call that my ulterior motive. Let go of fear.”
She chuckled a bit and pulled a bit of wrist tape from the bag beside her chair. She then promptly began to wrap her wrists.
"Outside of the ring, I trust Sam," She admitted, "In the ring, I know better than to trust a thing she says, does, or thinks. It's a different scenario with her. I know what to expect with her, if that makes any sense."
Mel switched wrists and began to tape the other. Having done it so many times, she was able to do this routine without even looking down at her hands.
"Truth is, I wouldn't feel right if I was at peace with myself. You see, Pendragon, there's something in me. A darkness.... I call it my Shadow and that side of myself is the Yang to my Yin. It's a part of me that I never want to ever be a slave to again."
She slapped her tapped hands together, clasping them and then flexed and rotated her wrists a bit to stretch the tape out and limber her hands up a bit.
"....Sure, the one time I let this evil within overtake me, I had the highest honor of my career in my hands when it was all said and done, the ACE Queen of Hearts Championship. I was even proud of that for a hot minute, until I came down from the high and returned to my senses."
Her eyes averted and she looked down at the floor.
"All that was left was guilt and lingering shame because, at the time, I had a moment of weakness and turned my back on everyone and everything that ever mattered to me. No.... I can't be at peace with a portion of my soul that causes so much pain so easily and willingly."
“So it is guilt?” He tore the tape from the roll as he finished his right wrist before switching to the left, having been taping up at that moment himself.
“You don't think you're capable of redemption, do you? That you've done these heinous acts when you've let the Shadow emerge and control your movements that you aren't deserving of redemption?”
He looked down as he shook his head, slowing down on his left wrist.
“Few things would make one irredeemable. It's a very short list and for good reason. No, I believe most people are worthy of redemption; some may pay a higher price than others but it's something that we can all obtain if we're earnest about it. In a different life I too did some things that I regretted; before I donned this mask and made an effort to change. The road to redemption isn't easy nor is it swift but you have to want it more than anything else and find ways to pay penance for your trespasses. Only you and you alone can make the decision to shatter your own illusion; to grow and become something more. Only then can you truly achieve balance.”
He finishes taping his left wrist, placing the roll beside him.
“The first step is always the hardest to take, but the journey of life waits for no one. We all fall down so that we can learn to pick ourselves up.”
"I've said it in the past and here I'll say it again, it's always one step at a time, Pendragon," She cast her gaze back upon him.
"I've been paying a long time. It seems like no matter what I do, something always happens to wreck my good fortune. Karma is more than a bitch I wrestled a couple years ago, it's been a bitch to me for years."
“Fair enough,” A bit of a pause before his response as he kept his eyes fixed on her, analyzing her silently.
“I only hope that you do find that peace; on your own terms.”
Slowly he extended his hand towards her as if reaching out with an olive branch.
“Best of luck tonight. I hope we can continue this conversation later as friends and not enemies. I believe I've talked your ear off enough for now.”
She looked at the hand for a moment, then nodded and took it with a firm shake.
"Likewise."
The Rebel released his hand and rose to her feet, "....and while I'm not willing to cripple a friend to win a match, unlike Sam, I don't need to."
She offered up a grin with a dangerous gleam to it.
"See you out there, PD."
Pendragon rose to his feet, returning the grin with a respectful slight bow, his hands clasped together with the tips of his fingers pointing upward. Without another word he walked out of sight of the camera.
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Nanook and Bester, who is being mobbed by fans all seeking a selfie, auto, a hug, whatever finally have made their way to the ticket booth. Nanook walks up to the window and of course there is no one there. Nanook taps on the window with his knuckle.
“Come on….come on. Can’t believe this shit…”
Inside he sees a women on the phone and she is nodding and smiling and seems to be quiet pleased. She hangs up the phone and says something in spanish to a coworker. The co worker looks shocked and happy all the same time. She in turns picks up the phone and makes a phone call. The women walks over to the window where Nanook is and picks up a sign. She smiles at Nanook, says nothing at him and places a sign in the window that reads in a bold red font.
“Agotado”
Nanook looks at the sign and doesn’t know what it means. The women starts to walk away.
“Wait! Hold on! I need a ticket!” Nanook says as he raps on the glass. She returns.
“No ticket!” She also says in bad english. “Sold out! See sign!”
Nanook looks at the sign again.
“Is that what that means? Sold out!”
“Yes!”
“NO! That can’t be! I need a ticket!”
“So sorry. Sold out.”
“WHAT? Come on! Nothing? Everything is sold out? What about standing room?”
“No standing room. Seat only. All sold out. A gentleman just bought the last of the tickets for a orphanage in town. So generous of this man. May god bless him ten thousand times.”
“Wh…..wh…..really?”
“Joe Jones is a good man. The smiles he’ll bring to those children faces tonight with free ticket to wrestling show.”
“WHAT!?!?!?! JOE JONES BOUGHT ALL THE UNSOLD TICKETS? THIS IS BULLSHIT!”
The women was not happy to hear that. She glares at Nanook.
“JOE JONES IS A SAINT! GOOD BYE!” and she pulls down the window shade.
Nanook is about to come unglued.
Bester is interacting with the fans while all of this is going on. No nudity this time. Nanook spins on his heels.
“COME ON BEST! WE’VE GOT TO GO!” He barks.
“Okay Mister Nanook. I’ve got to go! I’ll see all of you later. Bye bye!”
Nanook storms off mumbling to himself as Bester struggles to keep up.
“Mister Nanook! Wait up! Did you get the tickets? Are we going in? I’m thirsty! I need to pee. Mister Nanook!”
Leon:[/font][/b] “Everyone just wants to talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk.”
Leon shakes his head.
Leon: “There was a time I remember, and y’know it wasn’t too long ago, when actions spoke louder than words. We’re a few days out from BioRhythm – Whirlwinds whirlwind debut and a 60 minute Scramble that is putting men against ladies, adults against children, the talented against the hacks. And all I hear over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over is the same thing. ‘I’m gonna kick your butt Samantha,’ ‘Yeah well you’re a doodoo-head Joey,’ ‘Hey everyone it’s Mr Mask and I’m gonna kick all your butts,’ ‘Nuh-huh, Blaze gots this.’”
Leon: “I could truly take time you know, I could sit here and run everyone down. I could run down everyone in this match, the pretty little mean girls, the B-listed himself, that goof in the mask Pendragon, but hey at least he understands the Mexican audience, right? Quite frankly I don’t care, ‘cause when that Scramble starts and we all come out one-by-one it won’t matter who’s out there. It’ll be Leon Tyrell versus the world in a fight for survival.”
He rubs his checks with his right hand and thinks for a minute. He puts his thoughts together while feeling the grain of new facial hair against his fingers. One thing he’ll want to do his shave, but that really has nothing to do with this match, does it?
Leon: “All of us in this match, we seem to agree on something, or at least most of us. We understand that this isn’t some big dream we’ve had all our lives. I for one won’t sit here and pretend like the Whirlwind Championship was something I’ve wanted my entire life. Quite frankly CMLL or AAA would carry more prestige, but those options are off the table for right now. It’s not a bad thing that Whirlwind and it’s new title doesn’t mean something, because the winner of this match gets to set the pace. Whomever emerges from BioRhythym carrying that belt, whomever gets to call themselves the undisputed best this new organization has to offer will be the one to make it mean something.
Leon: “That’s a special thing. This isn’t about becoming the NWA World Champion and having it define your career and your ability. No it’s the other way around. It’s about you setting a precedent for what the Whirlwind Championship means, for what it stands for. So who is going to carry that honor, who will set the pace, set the trend, and define what this new championship means. Will it be a hard-hitting, take no nonsense lady Missoura? The man who hides his identity behind a mask and a dark persona? Will it be one of so many veterans like myself who want this to be their last big showing, to make the Whirlwind Championship the shield they die on?
Leon: “There’s only one appropriate answer.”
He holds up his right hand and extends his index finger.
Leon: “One man who can set the stage.”
He points to himself.
Leon: “One guy with the determination, talent, ability, and desperation to reach the top. I’ve worked hard to turn myself around. To get my shit in order, and now I’m at the precipice of a career defining moment. I can step off the edge of the cliff and call it a day. I can be that guy who never was and who won’t be remembered. Or I can climb the cliffside, reach the top of the mountain, shape my own destiny and turn this last opportunity into something magical.
Leon: “I am going to take this opportunity that’s been given to me. A small chance to win a new belt in a wrestling company that didn’t even exist until a month ago. I can take a piece of leather and metal, and that empty name of ‘Whirlwind Champion’ and make it matter. I will go from wasted opportunities, from nothing to something, and from something to the real fuckin’ show.”
Leon sharpens his gaze, and now is speaking directly to one man, although he doesn’t have to say it.
Leon: “My standard will raise the bar and make Whirlwind the premiere place to be. You can be the 60 minute man, because whatever it takes I’ll be the 60 hour man. The 60 day man, 60 week man, 60 month man, 60 year man! I’m not going quietly into the sunset, and don’t you forget it.”
The doors have opened and the fans have filed inside the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon arena, all ready and excited for BIORHYTHM!!!!!! Well everyone but two people. Nanook and Bester. Bester is sitting on a bench at the bus stop outside of the arena on his phone liking and sharing all the pics that have been uploaded to twitter and instagram. Nanook meanwhile is sitting on the curb with a frown on his face. Pissed, so pissed that he can’t get inside the building and talk to Toby Knight and get Bester signed to Whirlwind Wrestling.
“Awe….what’s the matter big fellea? Show is sold out? Couldn’t buy a ticket?” Joe Jones says as he slowly strolls up next to Nanook.
“Fuck off you fucking f….” Nanook growls at Joe.
“Now now! Watch your mouth. It would be a shame if someone accused you of inappropriate actions and being a bigot.” Joe says.
“I’ll get even for this Joe. Just so you know. When I get Bester signed to a contract, I am demanding that his first match be against you. And I will tell Bester to hurt you and hurt you badly.”
Joe looks over to Bester who is laughing and just enjoying himself.
“How you doing Bester?” Joe says with a smile. Bester looks up from his phone.
“Oh Hi mister Jones! I didn’t see you there. I’m doing good. You?”
“I’m fine Best. Just fine.”
“That is just awesome Mister Jones.” Bester says and looks back at his phone.
“So you were saying?”
Nanook huffs. “Mark my words. I will end you.”
“Yeah, sure you will.”
Nanook looks up at Joe. Joe is looking down the street.
“Why are you out here anyways? Shouldn’t you get ready for that scramble match?”
“I will but I was told to come out here and wait for a surprise.”
“A surprise?”
“They told me that you’ll be able to see a walrus crying which has never been seen in nature before.” Looks down at Nanook. “But fatties like you can’t cry cuz your little pudgy cheeks block those tears ducks in that melon you call a head so….”
“Fuck off.”
“Awe come on Kim. Why you so bitter? Are you mad cuz you spent all this money to come here to get Special Needs over there a job and failed to do that. How much have you thrown at him anyways now? That well has to be drying up soon.”
“Don’t worry about how much money I have spent. What about you? You haven’t worked since last summer. Where did you get the cash to buy up all of the ticket? Whirlwind isn’t paying that good.”
Joe nods. “True. Oh so true. I guess I have you to thanks really.”
“Me?”
“Yeah you. You bought those tickets if you stop and think about it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Remember that beachfront property you found in Miami 10, 12 years ago that you had me buy for next to nothing?”
“Yeah….”
“Well before the market crashed, I unloaded it for a nice tidy profit. Seven figures.”
“Really?”
“And that townhouse in New York.”
“Yeah.”
“Fixed it up, updated it, I unloaded that before Christmas for a nice profit as well. Not as nice as the beach house but nice nonetheless.”
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Derek Thatcher, your lead announcer of the brand, got up from his chair and took a microphone. He looked out into the Gimnasio and smirked, before finally bellowing into the mic.
Derek Thatcher: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your main event of the evening! A fourteen person championship scramble match, for the vacant Whirlwind Championship! Pinfalls and submissions can happen at any time, making that person the interim champion, with the winner of the match being the last person to secure a three count or tap out, and earning them the chance to walk out, as the Whirlwind Champion! Introducing first, the individual that was assigned, number one…
A LOUD round of boos and jeers took over the whole arena as Def Leppard’s arguably most famous hit shook Monterrey right up……….
~I’M HOT, STICKY, SWEET! FROM MY HEAD, TO MY FEET, YEAH!~
A crowd of paparazzi come out, flashing bulb cameras, red carpet rolled out from the entrance area, the works. The table was all set for the one and only…
~POUR YOUR SUGAR ON ME, OH, I CAN’T GET ENOUGH!~
From the back came the “man of the hour”, the fur coat wearing, fur-lined boots walking, long hair looking, he is, the “Savior of the Sunset Strip”, Mister Hollywood Jesus himself…
Derek Thatcher: From West Hollywood, California, this is the B-Lister of Hollywood, Jaaaacccoooobbbb Hoootttsssttuuuuuffffff!!!!
Jacob posed at the top of the aisleway with the most ohsoarrogant smirk plastered across his face. Ironic, considering he was being forced to run from number one through the full sixty minutes, if he wanted to leave as the champion on this night. The VIPs in the front row were quick to throw him middle fingers for his brash, and downright rude complete lack of manners, but to Jacob? Or from Jacob, rather, he simply rubbed his fingers together like dollar bills were sliding through them. Once at ringside, Jacob took another moment to survey the crowd...to which, one face he stopped on, the iconic ex-kickboxer, and Whirlwind’s special VIP of the event…
Nikki Mynx: Welcome Sasha Foote, we’re happy to be able to have you for this monumental night of our history tonight!
Jacob pointed at Sasha, which merely raised her eyebrow. He jawed at her before licking his finger and touching his left pectoral, making a sizzling sound as he did so. “Hotstuff”, indeed…...but Sasha just rolled her eyes at him, she clearly wasn’t even remotely interested in the B-List celebrity. This enraged Jacob, but in playing it tough, he merely waved her off “as if she ever had a chance” and turned back to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope.
Mynx: Wow, what a creep this guy is. I’ve only seen him for sub five minutes and already I feel like I need a shower…
In ring, Jacob jerked the mic away from Thatcher for himself. Derek stared at him for a moment, completely aware he could probably rip Jacob limb from limb, but...he’s just not worth losing this job.
Jacob Hotstuff: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your savior speaking…………….
“BOOOOOOO!!”
Jacob Hotstuff: Yes, boo the aura of the man you could never be, boo the Shaman of Sunday and the Hollywood Delight! Boo the man that’s gonna go all night, and be YOUR Whirlwind Champion!
”YOU’RE NOT HOT! YOU’RE NOT HOT! YOU’RE NOT HOT!”
Jacob Hotstuff: Like I give a damn what a bunch of you Mexican peasants think. I’m Hollywood, I made it, whether I have to go sixty minutes, or six, it doesn’t matter because at the end of the day...my name is Jacob Hotstuff, and I’m still better, than, yo --
Jacob was interrupted when a countdown appeared on the projection screen at the top of the aisle.
Suddenly, at the relief of the crowd, Jacob was interrupted by a surging guitar riff from Skillet’s “Hero”, and a roar of approval from all of “these Mexican peasants” as Jacob so unfairly labeled them…
From the PA: Introducing, from St. Petersburg, Russia, the individual that drew number two…”The Russian Light”, Nikoli Kuznetsov!
**Whirlwind Championship**
Biorhythm ‘18 Championship Scramble
Biorhythm ‘18 Championship Scramble
Thatcher: Jacob Hotstuff has to start this match with Nikoli Kuznetsov, two men that are no strangers to each other!
Mynx: If social media score is any indication, these two’s friendship would be a zero out of ten. It didn’t take long for Nikoli to want to punch Jacob out.
Thatcher: Actually he was the first one, honestly.
Nikoli wasted no time as he sprinted to the ring and sprung up on the ring apron, and then vaulted over the top rope, sending Jacob down to the mat with a plancha and a roar of cheers for services rendered. Nikoli didn’t waste time as he pulled Jacob back up to a seated position, only to kick him square in the chest, and send him right back to the mat! Nikoli dropped into a quick cover for a one count, whch Jacob kicked out with authority! Nikoli got up first, pulling Jacob by the hair, only for Jacob to respond with a desperation chop to the midsection, pushing the Russian Light back! Jacob pressed the advantage with a kick to the gut to further wind him, then hooked him up for a proper snap suplex, lifting him - but Nikoli slipped out the back door! Nikoli took Jacob in a rear waistlock, throwing him back to the mat with a crisp belly-to-back suplex! Jacob was disoriented but the Squires Academy graduate Nikoli turned and pulled him back away from the ropes, dropping down into another cover;
1!
2!
”SWEET!”
Jacob kicks out!
Thatcher: “Hollywood Jesus” better kick it up a notch if he’s going to keep up with Nikoli here.
Mynx: Nikoli is a fresh graduate out of the prestigious Squires Academy, Jacob is...fresh out of a Hollywood movie set. I don’t think he could keep up with Nikoli if they stay one on one.
Jacob managed to keep the interim title from Nikoli for now, but he was clearly in a bad way when the countdown appeared on the projection screen at the top of the aisle.
Fifth Harmony’s “Baby I’m Worth It” blasts over the Gimnasio, prompting Nikoli to turn his attention to see…
From the PA: From the place where dreams are created, West Palm Beach, Florida one-half of the Pretty Committee, Veronica Taylor!
Together both members of the Pretty Committee, Bianca and Veronica saunter at their own pace down to the ring, where Nikoli waits with open arms, ready to commit a murder of beautician’s here tonight...when Jacob springs up from behind, and NAILS Nikoli below the belt with the lowest of blows! Nikoli’s face told all the story that was needed as he crumpled to the mat in pain. Jacob stood directly over Nikoli, with one foot on his chest, but he stopped as he rushed the Pretty Committee to join him in the ring!
Mynx: Oh come on now!
Thatcher: Jacob could have pinned him, even if it would have been a tainted pinfall, but what is he doing?
Instead, Veronica and Bianca slide into the ring with the three of them now standing over Nikoli.
Mynx: Bianca has no place in that ring, she isn’t even a legal member of this match!
“NI-KO-LI! NI-KO-LI!”
Jacob looked out at the crowd, then just waved them off, clearly he had a plan here and he wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of that. Favorites? Please, Jacob Hotstuff was the only favorite you needed! Veronica and Bianca stepped on either side of Nikoli’s face, before the two vixens picked him up, holding him one arm in each of their hands. Jacob stepped forward and SLAPPED Nikoli across the face before motioning with his hands to lift him up. Jacob stepped back, while the Pretty Committee both hoisted Nikoli up, placing him in a seated position over Jacob’s shoulders, then together the three of them drilled Nikoli to the mat with a thunderous triple powerbomb!! Nikoli’s spine bounced a couple of times off the mat, then Jacob waved Veronica in to take the pinfall, consider it a “collector’s fee” for doing the work for Jacob. The referee counted, although it was just elementary at this point…
1!
2!
3!
From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, the “First Class Mean Girl”, Veronica Taylor!!
“BOOOOOOO!!!”
Mynx: What the hell did we just witness?!
Thatcher: Respect. The Upper Class called their shot, and they went in there and nailed it.
Mynx: But...come on now, that shouldn’t even count!
Thatcher: Why don’t you get in there and tell them how you feel about it…
As the dust settled, the reality was setting in. Veronica Taylor was the current, albeit interim, top champion of a promotion. And it only took three people to do it. The three of them stood directly over Nikoli, placing their fists in together. The symbolism was very deliberate, and that was something the capacity crowd of the Gimnasio let them know. After posing, Veronica snapped her fingers at Bianca and Jacob, briefly directing them to dispose of Nikoli’s body when the ominous countdown once again appeared on the projection screen.
Disturbed’s “Indestructible” engulfs the Gimnasio , drawing the attention of The Upper Class in it’s entirety for the next entrant.
From the PA: Introducing next, from Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada, the death-defying, Brrryyyyaaannnnn Blllaaaazzzzeeeee!!
Blaze came out of the entrance area to a POP, and not just because anything would have been better than The Upper Class either. He shot his gaze down the aisle, his eyes locked on one target; Veronica Taylor, and the interim Whirlwind Championship! With a deep breath he sprinted down the aisle, jumping up from the floor to leap up onto the top rope, springboarding further from the rope to knock Bianca out with a flying forearm! Blaze quickly got back to his feet and stood with his hands on his hips after the brilliant sequence, almost expecting the crowd’s approval. And approve they did!!
”BRYAN BLAZE BAY BAY!”
Thatcher: I’ve never seen a man with such raw athleticism.
Mynx: That’s all you got? The man leapt from the floor, to the top rope, then did a springboard dive in one fluid motion! There’s ten year veterans that couldn’t do that!
Blaze offered a cheeky grin for his antics, but the reality was setting in. Jacob stared at him from one side, Veronica from the other. The walls were “closing in”, as they say, and Blaze knew it. His eyes darted from person to person before finally ending in a shrug as he unloaded on Veronica with a flurry of rights and lefts! Vero began to cover up, when Jacob moved in behind Blaze, grabbing his hands and holding him back. Vero steps up to the restrained Blaze, mocking him, she rears her hand back - when Blaze kicks his foot back, catching Jacob right where the sun didn’t shine! Jacob naturally releases Blaze, who snap blocks Vero’s slap, and returns the aggression with a headbutt of his own, knocking the First Class Mean Girl to her backside!
Mynx: Blaze doing what everyone here wishes they could do right now.
Blaze picks Vero up, locks her into a front facelock, kicks his foot out, and drills her into the mat with a snap DDT! Vero gets planted face first while Blaze flips her over and hooks the near leg, the referee counting along;
1!
2!
”SWEET!”
Bianca Davis makes the save!
Thatcher: Where the hell did she come from?
Mynx: From outside of the ring I guess.
Blaze sits up, all-too-aware of what just happened. Bianca mocks wiping tears away from her face “boo hoo, poor basic” which fires him up to his feet. He reaches out to grab Bianca by the hair...when Jacob clocks him in the back of his head with a STIFF forearm strike! Blaze stumbles blindly into Bianca, who calls Vero over quickly. Jacob motions to go up in the air again as he lets out a guttural “OOOHHHHHH AAAAHHHHHH!!” It was more lock a mocking grunt, to be fair...Jacob didn’t come across as nearly that primal.
”BOOOOOOO!!”
Together Vero and Bianca lift Blaze up in a seated position onto Jacob’s shoulders…
Thatcher: Oh come on not this again...
And down went Blaze in the second triple powerbomb of the night!
Mynx: I guess you could say he...went down, in a Blaze.
Thatcher: Oh will you stop!
Blaze rolls out of the ring with a loud thud to the floor.
Cold’s “Remedy” engulfs the Gimnasio, once again prompting the attention of The Upper Class.
From the PA: Introducing, from Hamilton, South Lanarkshire, Stephen Callaway!
Callaway steps out into the entrance area, but unlike his predecessors he keeps his cool at the top of the aisle.
Thatcher: Stephen Callaway, the man that ALWAYS has an angle looking to play it smart.
Mynx: So uhh...what’s his angle here, then?
Callaway casually walks down to ringside, but stops there. He looks up at The Upper Class, and then turns his attention to Nikoli as he helps him back up.
Thatcher: Smart move. Approach these guys with even numbers
Mynx: Talk about a lame angle...of attack.
Nikoli took Callaway’s hand and without saying a word, shared a silent, seemingly-knowing nod. But they were still one short. Running around to the other side of the ring, together they help lift Blaze up to his feet, who still looked more than a little out of it. A mild look of concern washed over the faces of The Upper Class, but they were quick to shake it away, this was their match to win. And afterall, they had the winning strategy, right?
The three on the outside huddled briefly, with Callaway seemingly calling the shots, directing Nikoli to take the right side, and Blaze to take the left. He himself took the center. In unison they each grabbed the bottom rope, pulling themselves up onto the apron...Bianca charged directly at Blaze, but Blaze had the wherewithal to low bridge her, sending her tumbling from the ring, over the top rope, and to the floor below! Then Callaway called it out.
“Now!”
The three of them entered the ring and surrounded The Upper Class with Jacob throwing a lariat at Nikoli, which was easily side stepped, leaving the B-Lister over-extended! Nikoli took a step back, then lit Jacob’s chest UP with a stiff kick! Jacob hunched over, while Blaze took Veronica and whipped her into the corner, followed up with a running elbow strike to the side of her face, dazing her! He kept her in the corner as Nikoli hit the ropes and came back to Jacob with the “Russian Light” (Knee Strike to head a la Curb Stomp)!
Thatcher: Now that had to be satisfying!
Almost as quickly as Jacob dropped, Nikoli made the cover with a hook of the far leg;
1!
2!
3!
From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, “The Russian Light” Nikoli Kuznetsov!
Mynx: Finally a champion we can be proud of! And cute --
Just as quickly as it happened, Nikoli stood up, and right into a “Calsi Kick” (Superkick) from Callaway! Callaway drops down over him in a firm lateral press;
1!
2!
3!
From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Stephen Callaway!
Thatcher: Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Well played, Stephen.
Mynx: He got the title away from The Upper Class, but ultimately this is still a free-for-all. Callaway never took his eyes off the prize..
Thatcher: I’m sure it’s nothing personal towards Nikoli though...just the guy that was in the right place at the wrong time.
Callaway had no time to celebrate though as the countdown appeared on the projection screen again.
Nicki Minaj’ “Beautiful Sinner” played for the in-ring professional debut of Siiinnnnnthhiiiaaaaa!
From the PA: Introducing next, from Cleveland, Ohio, the “Sixth City Sex Symbol” Siiiiiiinnnnttthhhhhiiiiiaaaaaaa!!!!!
Sinthia didn’t waste any time sprinting to ringside as she slithered like a snake into the ring under the bottom rope! She didn’t lose any time, making her way right over the current interim champion with a smack to his backside. Of course, Callaway turns around to see Sinthia and her...assets...on full display, an eyebrow raised. She looked up at Callaway, then glanced down at her chest, and back up to him. As if to ask “don’t you like?”
Thatcher: Come on Stephen there’s a match going on…
Mynx: What kind of a straight man wouldn’t want a roll in they hay with someone like Sinthia though? I bet she could teach him things…
Sinthia stepped closer to Stephen, wrapping her hands around his waist, securely. She looked up at Stephen, his eyes admittedly locked onto hers. Slowly he brought his lips down to meet hers...when Sinthia rolled him up with a small package!
1!
2!
3! Kickout!
From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Sinthia!
She jumped up from the roll up and excited jumped up and down with her hands in the air and the eyes of every straight male on the planet staring at her...jumping ability.
Thatcher: I can’t believe that worked...now Sinthia looks like she just won the Olympics.
In the midst of her celebrating, Callaway got back to his feet, he shook his head that he actually fell for that, then tapped her on the shoulder. Perhaps naively, Sinthia turned around - and right into a “Calsi Kick”!
Just before he could make the cover though, the countdown appeared back on the projection screen…
The initially soft sounds of Kamelot’s “Karma” plunges the Gimnasio into mysterious gasps and oohs and awes, not quite completely sure what to make of the masked Pendragon.
From the PA: From the mysterious wasteland that is Parts Unknown, the next entrant into the Biorhythm Scramble...Pendragon!!
Unlike the previous entrants, the masked mystery takes a quieter approach upon entering, he takes some steps back to watch, casually scouting the action of every participant in the heat of battle.
Mynx: That’s your thinking man’s wrestler, never one to jump into the fight without first plotting strategy, Pendragon may be the smartest athlete here tonight!
Thatcher: Isn’t he though? You hear people talk about strategy all the time, but then they always jump into battle. Pendragon looks like they legitimately are the most patient.
Mynx: Nice side-step on the gender-neutral pronoun there, Derrick. In today’s twenty-eighteen climate, there’s no reason whatsoever to use gender-identification pronouns when we’re not absolutely sure what they identify with.
Thatcher: I’m just trying to save the potential lawsuit, to be honest.
ANYway, Callaway turns to Sinthia, who is just now starting to stir again after all the commotion during Pendragon’s entrance. Callaway takes Sinthia by her hair...in time to see Nikoli just getting back up after having his bell rung by that Calsi Kick earlier. He locks eyes with Callaway…
Callaway returns him a stoic stare. “Just part of the game, man” he mouthed at The Siberian Wolf. Nikoli darted forward, but Callaway pushed Sinthia in front of him, but Nikoli changes the game and brings Sinthia’s eyes across his own knees, dropping her with “Mother Russia” (Codebreaker)! Nikoli floats over and into a pin with a hook of the near leg;
1!
2!
3!
From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, “The Siberian Wolf” Nikoli Kuznetsov!
Nikoli got right up without the fanfare or victory poise, shooting Callaway a glare as he drew a line across the mat with his boot. This finally drew Blaze’ attention away from the corner as his loosely formed trio of upper class vigilantes seemed to be disintegrating before his very eyes. He got in between the two of them, attempting to plead, all the while Pendragon watched on the outside.
Thatcher: Bryan Blaze is the voice of reason here? Let that sink in.
Mynx: Why not? Cute guys are known to have good logic sense…
Thatcher: ...Aren’t you married, Nikki?
Mynx: ………………...Soooo, hey, look, there’s another countdown starting!
The Atreyu cover of Bon Jovi’s “You Give Love a Bad Name” blasts off, sending the Gimnasio into a frenzy for the arrival of Melinda “Rebel” Rhodes!
An arrival that causes Pendragon to turn his attention from the ring to the entrance area…
Mynx: Do I sense a little bit of dissension here?
Thatcher: It’s more a thought-provoking gentleman’s debate...what could go wrong?
Rhodes stopped at the end of the aisle to meet Pendragon, the two standing toe-to-toe, eye-to-eye.
Meanwhile Blaze pleaded with Callaway and Nikoli, but it was to no avail, Callaway pushed Nikoli which rocked him, but Nikoli wasn’t about to be outdone, he shovs Callaway right back! Callaway stumbled back into the ring pad, hitting the back of his head on the way down. Nikoli wants to continue, but Blaze steps in front of him, this time a little more forcefully. “Knock it off, we can’t let The Upper Class win…” he shouted, the first three rows being able to pick it up. His words seem to calm Nikoli some, who backs off, turning to Callaway to help him up. Before Blaze can do anything else, his shoulders are pulled down to the mat - it’s Vero, with a crucifix pin! Bianca grabs Blaze’s feet to apply more pressure as the referee counts the fall;
1!
2!
3!
From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, “First Class Mean Girl”, Veronica Taylor!
Thatcher: I can’t be the only one that finds it ironic that Blaze through all his talk of staying cool, is the one that just handed the title back to The Upper Class…
Blaze kicked out right after the call, while Bianca grabbed his arms and yanked him straight out of the ring under the bottom rope! Callaway and Nikoli looked to each other, and then back to Veronica. Vero starts to beg off, but Nikoli was having none of that. He directs Callaway to go around behind her to block off her escape, which he does, he takes her arms and holds them in an “under arrest” position. Nikoli steps right into her face, he rears back - when Jacob returns to chop block Nikoli before he connects! In the chaos, Vero swings her foot back, catching Callaway between the legs and watching him fold up like an accordion on the mat. On the outside, Blaze fights off Bianca, eve slamming her into the steel barricade for good measure, then as he turns back to the ring, Jacob flies out of the ropes between the top and middle, taking Blaze off his feet with a suicide dive!
Thatcher: Would you look at that. Jacob doesn’t need a stunt devil after all…
Mynx: I didn’t even know he had it in him!
Jacob stood up over Blaze, and places one confident foot over his chest. For pictorial opportunities, at least, before finally helping Bianca back into the ring. Together, the trio of The Upper Class stood tall, dominant against all the odds of the naysayers on social media at just a hair past the thirty minute mark into this match. Then they turned their attention to the last person in the ring they never targeted….
Thatcher: You don’t have to like Sinthia’s antics, but come on she doesn’t deserve this three-on-one!
Mynx: Deserve? I heard she prefers them!
Thatcher: Is that why she’s the “Sixth City Sex Symbol”?
Sinthia slowly starts to get up from the hard impact of Nikoli’s knees on her face, in time to see The Upper Class circling around her like a flock of vultures ready for a feast!
From the outside, it looks like Melinda and Pendragon have had enough of the egos of Hollywood and beauty running roughshod over this match. The two approach the ring, circling on opposite sides. Rhodes shouts at Jacob.
“B-List Bitch!”
Of course it drew Jacob’s attention away, drawing him right to Rhodes, who low bridged him to the outside. Err, partially to the outside as Jacob gets himself hung up over the top rope like a damp towel trying to dry. Rhodes flashes a smirk at the near-defenseless Jacob as she began to light up his chest and face with a barrage of kicks! Over and over and over and over and over and over and over…
Mynx: I bet right now he WISHES he had a stunt double…
Thatcher: Don’t give him any ideas, Nik!
Mynx: ...Don’t ever call me “Nik” again, Derrick.
Right at the last kick, Rhodes takes Jacob’s head in her hands and jumps from the apron to the floor, guillotining him on the top rope! Playing off the assist, Pendragon makes his way into the ring for the first time tonight, rushing across and lifting off into the air, drilling Jacob right on the chin with a Busaiku Knee! Jacob face plants like an old man with a failed pacemaker from the impact, rolling out of the ring and to the floor, all while Pendragon turns his attention to Veronica Taylor. Vero turns around to see the masked man, waving him off like a basic that couldn’t show their face…
Thatcher: Big mistake.
It was almost like Pendragon took offense to that as he...turned the tides...from the second rope straight to Vero’s face with a ‘beautiful’ disaster kick, I’m sure it wasn’t her idea of beautiful. Nevertheless in one fluid movement Pendragon hooked the far leg on the landing, the referee counting along;
1!
2!
3!
From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Peennndrrraaggoooonnnn!
Almost immediately after Sinthia shoved Bianca out of the way to confront the masked man, once again up to her old tricks with a seductive glance from her eyes to her ample chest, a daring gambit Pendragon likely conside …
Rhodes on the outside sharply covers a hurt Jacob Hotstuff, hooking both legs as the referee counts;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Melinda Rhodes!
Pendragon shot a glance over his shoulder to see his intellectual equal just getting back to her feet at ringside, but there was no time to speculate as Sinthia pulled Pendragon down in a fast roll-up!
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”SWEET!”
Pendragon kicked out!
Sinthia sat up and protested! No fair, everyone else was regaining the title except her. Who ever could resist her irresistible charms, she probably thought. Pendragon kipped up behind her, unbeknownst to the lady of Sin, just as Blaze began to stand up. Pendragon took Sinthia from behind, spun her around, forcing her to visit the sky, and then the mat abruptly after with a sick snap suplex...but Pendragon isn’t done, he maintains the facelock and rolls through lifting her up, and down with a second suplex, and the same a third time, completing his “Three Visits” (Three Amigos), but no time for Pendragon to recover as Blaze comes from outta nowhere with a springboard four-fifty to the both of them!, popping the crowd on impact!
”BRYAN BLAZE BAY BAY!”
Blaze smothers Sinthia in a lateral press as the referee counts;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Bryan Blaze!
Mynx: You go BAY BAY!
Thatcher: Again, you’re married……
Just as Blaze stood up from the pin, the countdown returned to the projection screen.
Ben Folds’ “B*tches ain’t sh*t” plays out the next entrant, a man that does nothing to endear himself to the crowd…
From the PA: The next entrant into the Biorhythm Scramble, from the Florida Keys. This is “The Industry Standard”, Leon Tyrell!
Arrogantly, Leon pays zero mind to the fans as he makes his way to ringside. Once at ringside, he stared down Melinda Rhodes...and SLAPPED her across her face! Thenl for good measure, after a kick to the gut later he face planted her with a snap DDT, leaving her on the floor before sliding into the ring. Blaze is quick to get in his face, but gets met by an elbow to the side of the head for his troubles. Leon takes Blaze into a quick small package off the distraction shot;
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”SWEET!”
Blaze powers out of the distraction pin, but Leon doesn’t appear phased in the least. Leon continues on his trail of wanton disregard for anyone not himself as he pulls Sinthia up by the hair. Blaze taps him on the shoulder, “what the hell man?!”, ducking another hard elbow shot that leaves Leon over extended. Blaze takes Leon in a reverse front facelock...which I guess would be a rear headlock...and drops him with a reverse DDT. Sinthia would then spin around, throwing arms up at Blaze. “Why’d you land on me? Come on, don’t you think I’m cute…?” She flashed him the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes as she took Blaze’s hand in hers, drawing closer to her chest. “Come on, don’t you wanna see what a real woman is like?”
Thatcher: Whoa, Sinthia, come on now this isn’t the Love Connection now!
Mynx: Good thing we’re on Pay-Per-View and not cable. Gotta respect a woman that knows how to use what she’s given.
Blaze shrugs, you could tell he’s not really interested what she was offering. Realizing she was losing him, she decides to turn up the heat. She grabs him by the waist and pulls him in close to her, the warmth of the bodies becoming intertwined with each other. She reaches up with her hand to the back of his head, but Blaze...pushes her away! Sinthia had never felt so insulted, she stepped closer to him and STOMPED on his foot, causing him to hunch over a bit, bringing him down to her level to light him up with a SLAP! And a second, third, fourth, all the way to seven, leaving Blaze dazed after her patented “7 Deadly Sins”! She stands proud in front of him with her hands on her hips...the gloriously well formed hips of her hourglass figure... proud of her work, when Leon Tyrell gets back to his feet right behind her, shoving her into Blaze! The impact sends Blaze down on his back, with Sinthia falling, precariously with her face over his………
Thatcher: Oh my!
Technically, that would be considered a cover, unorthodox as it were, so the referee was obligated to count it….
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”SWEET!”
Leon was quick to jump on top of that cover, forcing the count to restart!
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, “The Industry Standard”, Leon Tyrell!
Mynx: Hey, Sinthia got sandwiched between two guys…..
Thatcher: I’ll pay you twenty bucks to not finish that sentence.
Leon sat up and dusted his hands off, a job well done had been accomplished. Meanwhile Sinthia was slower, more embarrassed to sit up from her position, her face took on what seemed to be an angry scowl as she protested that she should be interim champion right now, she pinned Blaze too after all! But the referee remained firm in his call as the countdown appeared on the projection once again, simultaneously as Jacob from the outside draped an arm over Rhodes’ chest.
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”SWEET!”
Rhodes kicked out as Red’s “Release the Panic” hit to set the Gimnasio on fire for the arrival of whom many would peg as the odds-on favorite!
From the PA: Introducing next, from Jefferson City, Missouri… Sam! Tolson!
Just as Sam stepped out of the entrance area to a warm reception, those cheers turned to jeers at a different welcoming committee!
Joe. Jones.
From behind, he took Sam and literally THREW her into the steel barricade, shoulder first! From there he wasn’t done as he added a series of stomps, kicks, and a baseball slide trapping her between his feet and the barricade!
Thatcher: Hey, this isn’t your time!
Mynx: He couldn’t have waited a couple minutes more??
Thatcher: Joe Jones is a selfish, destructive personality, egomaniacal to his very core…
Joe, finally, let up from Sam and stood up, taking in his “standing ovation” for his actions. It wasn’t even a little bit of a standing ovation...anyway, Joe took his sweet ass time sauntering to the ring, stopping every few steps to pose in the aisle for the Gimnasio to grovel at. And by grovel I mean pelt with empty beer cups. Finally at the end of the aisle Joe stopped, his eyes locked on Rhodes, who was just starting to stir. Joe had other ideas though. A couple of stomps put the brakes on Rhodes’ idea to get up sooner, and Joe could instead pick her up at his own pace, drilling her onto the floor with a parting message. “Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am” (Crossrhodes)! The impact sent her sprawled out on the floor, while he stood over her. Seething. Arrogantly, and out of as much disrespect as possible, he places his foot over his chest and orders the referee to count...but it’s no good! “You’re not in the match yet!”
Mynx: Justice. Joe Jones can’t just go around and do whatever he wants…
Joe was furious! But it wouldn’t do him any good…
In the ring Nikoli came back to confront the protesting Sinthia, whom once again took to using her own natural assets for the greater good. Or evil, depending on your viewpoint. Once again she closed the distance between them, pressing her assets onto his chest, but he was quicker to bring his knee up and strike the side of her face, sending her spiraling down to the mat! Nikoli went to cover her, but was pulled out of it after only a one count...by the current, interim Whirlwind Champion, Leon Tyrell! The two shared a look…
Thatcher: That’s what the classic hungry rookie and desperate veteran at the last straw of a career looks like.
Mynx: Desperate veteran is hotter, so I’m gonna go with --
Thatcher: Again, wedding bells, marriage license...remember?
Mynx: It doesn’t hurt to window shop, Dair! It’s only when you act on it that…
Thatcher: If I can’t call you “Misch”, you can’t call me “Dair”.
The two trade blows before trading up to chops, kicks, and blocked suplex attempts. Finally, Leon’s experience edge pays off with a low kidney punch that stuns Nikoli, allowing him to capitalize with a snap flatliner, dropping Nikoli face first! Leon glanced down at the man, he didn’t need to pin, but instead this was an opportunity to teach a young, hungry student of the game. Backing up to the corner, he lifts himself onto the middle and then the top rope, Slowly, methodically, he prepares himself, steadies himself. Slowly he raises his right arm up and points at the elbow, before leaping off - “Aces High” (slow elbow drop with theatrics) - right into a spinning wheel kick from Blaze for the interception!
Mynx: Wow, that boy had moves!
Blaze quickly stands up over Leon, flashing a cheesy grin and offering a thumbs up to the Gimnasio…
”BRYAN BLAZE BAY BAY!”
He drops down to make a cover!
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Bryan Bl --
Interrupting the announcement was a lightning school girl roll up from Sinthia, as she put all of her weight into the leverage and even grabbed a handful of Blaze’ tights;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, the “Sixth City Sex Symbol”, Sinthia!
Just as Sinthia spun around, she got the business end of Stephen Callaway’s boot, in the form of a “Calsi Kick” (Superkick)! Callaway floats over into the cover and a hook of the near leg.
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Stephen Callaway!
Mynx: Where’d he come from?
Thatcher: That’s another of his...angles, of attack. You can’t see him until it’s too late!
There’s no time for celebration though as Vero finally returns behind Callaway! Bianca re-enters the ring again, directly in front, and the Pretty Committee as a whole ambush Callaway with a Hi-Lo, chop block and lariat combo, sending the interim champion down! Vero floats into her own cover, but this time Nikoli is back with a dropkick to Vero that sends her INTO Bianca and out under the bottom rope. Nikoli takes a moment before shrugging at Callaway’s predicament before taking the cover himself;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, “The Siberian Wolf” Nikoli Kuznetsov!
He had no time to take a breather though as he turned around into a dramatic lariat from Jacob Hotstuff, flipping Nikoli inside out! Jacob quickly looks around and, seeing no one stirring, he smirks, picks up Nikoli and wraps his leg over Nikoli’s neck, dropping him with the “Encore” (Overdrive)! Then he makes the cover over Nikoli;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion…”The B-Lister” Jacob Hotstuff!
Mynx: Oh no...The Upper Class got it back.
Thatcher: Moreover, listen to all these boos for Jacob! We’re gonna have a riot on our hands!
The announcement was enough to wake Sam Tolson, whom though she took some serious punishment from Joe earlier, wasn’t about to let this Scramble end with the Hollywood actor or any member of The Upper Class for that matter, being the champion. Rhodes also picked herself up, and dragged herself into the ring. As if that wasn’t enough for Jacob to worry about, the countdown came back on the projection screen…
Thatcher: Wait what? We’ve already had everyone enter…
Mynx: Is this a glitch? We don’t have anyone back there!
The lights dimmed, then went out. A single deep, booming voice, pierced the silence.
”LET’S GET DANGEROUS!”
The opening riffs of Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy” was enough to send Jacob’s smug expression to one of disbelief…
Thatcher: No way…
Mynx: Could it be?
Thatcher: It IS!
From the PA: Introducing, the final entrant in the Biorhythm Scramble match, the legend from the underground, boasting an unprecedented MMA record of 129 - 0, with 129 knockouts… MAX! Danger!!
Jacob looked like he had saw a ghost, and that ghost’s name was MAX! MAX wasted no time high-tailing it to the ring, which as he did, Jacob quickly took an exit stage left from the ring, but MAX was fast on his heels, grabbing him by the hair before he could get away!
Thatcher: I don’t know if you’ve followed any of the drama between MAX and Jacob on social media the past few months, but it has been some really HEAVY stuff.
Mynx: MAX, Jacob, and MAX’ wife, something big happened there but I don’t know what. But now Jacob and MAX are in the same company…
Thatcher: And that spells disaster, for the B-Lister…
Jacob kicked at MAX to get him to release him, then took off to the right...to get stopped by Pendragon. Quickly he backed up, then rolled back into the ring, narrowly missing Rhodes as he bee-lined it out of the ring, and up the aisle...and ...and there it happened. It was at that moment Jacob had realized he messed up.
Thatcher: Here’s what we all wanted to see…
Jacob stops cold with Sam Tolson a mere 2 feet in front of him. Slowly he begs off….he starts to back away...when he’s tapped on the shoulder! He spins around, and sees SASHA FOOTE two inches from his face! The Gimnasio is going apesh*t for Sasha, who just hopped the barricade to get in Jacob’s face!
Thatcher: Yet another person Jacob ticked off in the opening weeks leading up to this night…
Mynx: Everybody wants a piece of Hollywood!
Sasha takes a step back, assuming a fighting stance. She readies her foot, pointing to it and then Jacob’s face -- and then gets tackled by event security! Three security specialists take Sasha by the wrists and drag her back, as Jacob laughs right at her face!
Mynx: Sasha...say WHAT!?
Thatcher: Sasha may be an iconic name in this business, but here tonight at our show, Sasha Foote is not one of our athletes. She is a fan. Fans can’t jump the barricade. She should know better...
Sam meanwhile lunges forward with a STIFF lariat that took the [admittedly distracted now] Jacob straight to the floor. But she wasn’t done. Oh no no no. She picked Jacob back up, hooked him up, and drilled him to the floor with the “Victory Drop Alpha” (Trapper Keeper Bomb)!! Without even hooking the leg, she covered him, the referee counting;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Sam Tolson!
Thatcher: It was almost destined to happen. Jacob and Sam have been at each other nonstop since Biorhythm was announced.
Sam had one more loose end to tie up though…
Back at ringside, Rhodes chased down Joe Jones, while MAX and Pendragon traded shots. Finally Joe escaped Rhodes and slid into the ring...Rhodes hopped up on the apron on one side, and Sam on the other. Joe arrogantly dared both of them to enter the ring at the same time, because “there’s no way these two chicks could stand to be in the ring with a man like Joe”...
That was a mistake. Rhodes stung Joe with a right hand, and Sam caught him on the rebound with another. Rhodes stepped back and delivered a boot to Joe’s face, and that knocked him into Sam...who picked him up, and drilled him with a “Victory Drop Alpha” for his troubles! And then there were two. Sam and Rhodes traded blows, until Pendragon and MAX crashed the party. MAX started with a spear to Sam that took the two of them out of the ring. Between Rhodes and Pendragon in the ring, Pendragon dotted Rhodes’ forehead with a high heel kick, dazing her, before taking her to the mat with the “Geas” (Katahajime submission), keeping it locked on for minutes, several times Rhodes lifted her hand as if about to submit, but she rolls over placing Pendragon’s shoulders down as the referee counts;
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Thatcher: What do we do now? Is Pendragon or Melinda Rhodes the current interim Whirlwind Champion?!
Neither was particularly moving though after such a grueling match and the extended fatigue from the hold, though the Gimnasio seemingly was getting a second wind from nowhere…
From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champions, Pendragon and Melinda Rhodes!
When outta nowhere a shooting star press came down on the both of them! The identity of the attacker would soon be revealed….
”BRYAN BLAZE BAY BAY!”
A standing moonsault later, and he had a cover over the both of them;
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From the PA: Your NEW interim Whirlwind Champion, Bryan Blaze!
Everyone was down, Blaze barely sat up, the exhaustion was real, but on the outside was Sam and MAX, MAX went for another spear, but Sam side stepped! MAX crashed into the barricade! Sam pulled him back and went to cover, the referee counted;
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Joe Jones broke up her pin!
Mynx: Joe Jones, what, El-Oh-El, thought he was dead!
Thatcher: Spiteful…
Sam returned to her feet, she rushed Joe back against the ring post! Joe landed hard spine first, finally falling to the floor where Sam with a confident smirk covered him with a hard lateral press!
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Everyone fell back, finally, you could rest up from the exhaustion...
Thatcher: Well did she do it in time?
From the PA: The winner of the match. And nnneeeewwwww, Whirlwind Champion…
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BRYAN!! BLAZE!!!
Disturbed’s “Indestructible” plays as the referee brings the Whirlwind Championship and lays it across Blaze’ tired chest. He may not have looked like a champion right now, but he certainly put on a championship caliber performance!
Thatcher: It was a match that could have gone any way, to anybody. We saw teamwork…
Mynx: Heated rivalries come to a head…
Thatcher: Egos forming…
Mynx: Loose alliances shatter…
Thatcher: The Upper Class…
Mynx: We saw one man take his destiny into his own hands, BAY BAY.
Thatcher: And another that was robbed at the hands of a selfish, bitter old man that the world passed by…
Mynx: We even saw co-interim champions, if that makes sense. If only for a cup of coffee.
Thatcher: And it was all in a day’s work! Good night everyone, on behalf of Whirlwind Wrestling!
Mynx: And keep an eye out on our social media feed for the official announcement of next month’s show, Force of Will! Bryan Blaze will make his decision for how he chooses to defend his title; in truth, or on a dare!
Thatcher: Thanks everyone for watching, we hope you enjoyed the show!
