Post by @whirlwind_LLC on May 7, 2018 9:52:26 GMT -8
The long, soothing sounds of Gerry Rafferty’s “Baker Street” (sax solo) can be heard as Whirlwind field reporter and Baumer Report representative Baldwin Knight steps out of the entrance area as a crew of stagehands scurry about the ring in preparation of the first ever episode of “The Knightline”.
Thatcher: Good evening everyone welcome to our third ever Pay-Per-View extravaganza, Threads of Disloyalty! Thank you for inviting us into your homes again, I’m Derrick Thatcher and I’ll be your voice of the night!
Mynx: And I’m Nikki Mynx, I’ll help keep Derrick on top of his game! You could almost hear her bat her eyes at him. On a more serious note, I’m excited for this! We have an actual reporter here to field questions about a certain hot topic as of late, the MMA to wrestling and wrestling to MMA crossover we’ve been witnessing of late.
In the ring there was a white Persian rug being rolled out over the mat followed by a fold-out coffee table with a giant Baumer Report logo on it. A female stagehand came into the ring with a pair of white coffee mugs, with - you guessed it - a Baumer Report logo on those as well. Completing the set was a pair of steel barstools with a black vinyl cover over the top of them and, yes, a Baumer Report logo stretched over the top of those too.
Mynx: So, we think this guy might report for Cassandra Baumer, yeah? What ever could have given us that idea…
Thatcher: It’s all about that brand recognition though. Baldwin is clearly proud to promote his brand, and I for one respect that kind of dedication.
Baldwin steps up to the ring steps and briefly closes his eyes, then on the longest note from the sax he opens them again and jogs up the steps, his head held high and confident! A pair of stagehands held the ring ropes open for him as he climbed inside the ring before taking the mic as the best saxophone solo of all time faded away.
Baldwin Knight: How’s everyone doing tonight?!
The Gimnasio roared to life, clearly in a good mood to start this show.
Baldwin Knight: Wow. It’s so surreal, at one point not long ago I used to be a guy writing about wrestling on the internet and now here I am not only writing for Baumer Report, but also right here, in this ring, an official Whirlwind microphone in my hands. What a life! I never imagined this could happen. Okay, enough of my soppy reflections, you all paid to hear me get down to business, so let’s get crackin!
It seems almost on a daily basis we’re seeing former octagon fighters go to the squared circle, and vice versa, and I know in my case I want to know why? If you’re good at one thing, why would you take a chance on losing that money to start over in an all new profession? Sure there’s some similarities, and I understand I’m looking at things in a basic financial frame of mind and that might very well be too black-and-white to look at things from. So that’s why tonight, my guest will be one of Whirlwind’s top new breakout stars, a man with a truly unparalleled success in the octagon. A man that boasts of a one-hundred-twenty-nine win record and absolutely zero losses. And all one-hundred-twenty-nine of those wins came from first round knockout. That in itself is truly phenomenal, unheard of. The man is MAX Danger, and he is a legend of mixed martial arts...let’s bring him out and learn the why of his decision to jump away from the sport he unquestionably dominated and jump into a fresh pool.
Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy” blasts into the Gimnasio, to which the Gimnasio returns the same enthusiasm to MAX after his single handed fending off of Leon Tyrell just one month ago! Baldwin claps for the big MMA veteran as he slaps some hands in the front row on his way down the aisle with his wife Francine. He was wearing a black pair of track pants and no shirt, but with a gray blazer hung open over his large frame while she was wearing a form-fitting blue dress with black trim. Just as MAX gets to ringside, he looks up and takes a quick breath, then with no hands, he jumps from the floor to the ring apron to a pop as well as Baldwin’s widening eyes. MAX pushes down on the top rope and strides over it. Francine takes the simpler route up the steps and into the ring between the bottom and middle ropes.
Baldwin Knight: MAX! Welcome to The Knightline, I’m glad I could get you on here today. Please, have a seat. And you as well, Miss ...is it Danger?
She mouthed to him, “Just call me Francine.”
MAX looked down at the smaller stool and gave a short laugh before taking Baldwin up on his offer.
Thatcher: MAX sure is a big guy…
Mynx: Isn’t he though? Kinda dreamy too…
Thatcher: Uhm, you’re still married Nikki...and so is MAX as a matter of fact. For crying out loud he brought her with him tonight even.
MAX Danger: Thanks for having me. I’ve gotten quite a few mentions ever since my surprise debut at Biorhythm asking me why I decided to make such a drastic professional change in my life.
Baldwin Knight: Well you’re in luck, that’s exactly why we’re here. First thing is first, what I and everyone else wants to know...why Whirlwind Wrestling of all places? You own a mixed martial arts record that is the stuff of legends, you could literally work anywhere you wanted. And you choose the monthly start-up down here in Mexico. So the big question is...why?
MAX Danger: Well that...the answer is really quite simple honestly. Like many people here, I know a certain worm that is the most obnoxiously eye-twitching excuse for a human being. I think you know whom I refer to, that man is someone I’ve been chasing all over the globe for the past seven years to finally knock this guy...and his fur coats...the hell out! That man of course, is the Hollywood B-List clown himself...Jacob Hotstuff. And after the way he’s tormented my beautiful Francine over the past several years, I can’t think of anyone that wouldn’t want to see that snake get what’s coming to him!
Francine steps up behind MAX and places her hands on his shoulders, gently caressing them as he spoke.
Mynx: Is there anyone left in the world that doesn’t want to beat up Jacob? Poor guy.
Thatcher: He brings it on himself…
MAX Danger: That’s the end game though. While I’m here, when Toby Knight reached out to me over Twitter, we talked about entertainment, we talked about making moments. That’s when I realized the octagon got stale for me because I couldn’t be beaten. I could retire from that fight as a legend and no one could dispute that. But I’m still just in my thirties, I ain’t done fighting yet! Do I got another championship run in me? Sure. Why not? The sky's the limit, you know? But I ain’t in a hurry to get there. We got all these guys on the Whirlwind roster here, many have been wrestling for as long as I’ve been fighting, but this here isn’t my yard yet. It’s theirs. I gotta earn my stripes so to speak, you know?
Baldwin gave MAX a round of applause before bringing the microphone back to his lips. A sentiment shared by the Gimnasio. It must have been nice to hear someone come in and be humble and not demanding of a title shot and main event paychecks...
Baldwin Knight: How noble of you. Your name is one that could surely headline everywhere, but you’re happy just being a part of the show. Okay, next question, you’ve had the shocking debut appearance, and after last month at Force of Will, you had the first singles match of your new career with Leon Tyrell. He’s a pleasant guy…
Francine reached down to take the microphone from MAX, answering this one for her man.
Francine Danger: Can I just say something? I was excited for Leon’s first match with my man as a fan, I thought Leon’s years of experience would have been a welcome sight to work together with MAX. Like he’d help my guy work hard and deliver some of those unforgettable moments that he talked about with Toby, you know? But then we saw what happened…
MAX reached up and took the microphone back from his wife.
MAX Danger: Man, it ain’t even that serious. I’m gonna be respectful to that ring, and everyone I’m blessed to step in this ring with, you know? That’s business. If Leon doesn’t share that same respect, that’s fine, that’s his right you know? But we know how that ended up for him…
Just as MAX finished, a still image of Leon taking MAX’ “Let’s Get Dangerous” knockout punch is put up on the projection screen, eliciting a chuckle from the crowd at the sight.
Baldwin Knight: That was a classic case of overcompensating by Leon that I don’t think...or hope...he’ll be repeating any time soon. If he’s up to fighting you again.
MAX Danger: If he wants a round two, I’m game. He knows where to find me…
Francine took her man’s microphone again.
Francine Danger: I’m not sure he even knows what size his cheek was supposed to be pre-swelling honestly. He looked in a bad way at the end of the fight.
Baldwin Knight: So you’d have no problem fighting Leon Tyrell again? With or without the three minute limit? Is there any stipulation you’d prefer, being that you’re still new to our business?
MAX took the microphone back from Francine.
MAX Danger: Look, man, honestly I don’t have a preference. I’ma go hit the bag, run the treadmill, pump the weights the same as I would any other fight. Whether it’s Leon wanting to get knocked out again. Whether it’s the Whirlwind Champion Bryan Blaze…
The three of them can’t help but smirk at the reaction Bryan Blaze has managed to cultivate with them after just a single match.
MAX Danger: That’s right. Or what if it’s Samantha Tolson?
Francine leaned over MAX’ shoulder to speak into his microphone.
Francine Danger: Everyone like that one huh? I know you all want to see my man finally catch Jacob...but what about the resident masked strategist, Pendragon?
Baldwin paused, seemingly just taking in the reactions of the Gimnasio and their self-elected favorites.
Thatcher: Sure is a lot of great dream matches for MAX Danger to jumpstart his wrestling career.
Mynx: We’ll see. He’s had literally one match. Before we start lining up dream matches, let’s wait and see how he handles his first six months.
Thatcher: You know, salt is not a good look on you. But you have a point, let’s see how MAX handles his first few matches before we call him the next big thing.
Baldwin Knight: Alright, alright, let’s get to the grit of this talkshow. What has been the toughest transition you’ve had to make from the octagon to now? I know you said you approach every fight the same, but there has to be some kind of at least mental preparation that’s a bit different, right? Talk to us.
MAX Danger: You’d think so, but honestly?
MAX is cut off before he can even finish the thought as…
As “Bulletproof” players over the intercom system.
Thatcher: “Here we go.”
The song is left playing for a good fifteen seconds before Leon finally steps out from the back.
Mynx: “There he is, and might I say, looking well-rested.
Leon stands at the top of the aisle in his ring-gear starting down at all the folks in the ring. He doesn’t seem to be in any sort of a hurry, instead electing to soak in the atmosphere and disdain of the crowd. After what feels like an eternity Leon finally starts to walk down to the ring as the song enters it’s first chorus. However he stops halfway there, electing again to draw it out and make everyone run on “Leon time.” He locks eyes with MAX and taps the side of his face where took not one, but two hard knock-out punches from the MMA legend.
MAX invites Leon into the ring with Francine backing him up. Leon moves closer to the ring and shouts up at MAX: “This is my ring, my business, my show.” At long last he heads to the stairs and climbs up them, and goes between the middle rope.
Baldwin Knight: “Ladies and gentlemen, Leon Tyre-”
Leon cuts him off and leans in. He whispers into Baldwin’s ear. He don’t catch it all, but “do it again, and do it right” is caught amongst other words. Leon steps away from Baldwin and gestures for him to go ahead.
Baldwin Knight: Ahem. “Please welcome, gracing us from the Florida Keys. He is always handsome and stylish, he brings the slaughter and steals your daughter; the winner of tonight’s opening match, the next Whirlwind Champion, the Industry Standard, Leon Tyyyyreeellllllllll!!!!”
Mynx: “What an intro! Dreamy Leon is dreamy!”
Leon climbs the top rope and drinks it in.
Francine: “You know saying a bunch of stupid things doesn’t make it true.”
Leon shoots a death-stare at Mrs. Danger and hops down off the ropes. He approaches her, but it’s MAX Danger who calmly steps between them. He takes the microphone from his wife, Leon points at her and makes an inaudible threat.”
MAX Danger: “Leon, I know you get off on fighting women, but this lady right here doesn’t even need me to stand between the two of ya. But I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t knock you the Hell out for stepping to my wife like that.”
Leon reaches his arm out for Knight to hand him a microphone.
Leon Tyrell: “Then maybe don’t parade her around here and put her in...Danger. This isn’t the octagon MAX, and out here accidents happen.”
MAX Danger: “Are you threatening my wife?”
MAX bumps Leon wish his chest. Baldwin Knight, with a fresh microphone, gets between them and breaks up the tension.
Baldwin Knight: “Gentlemen please. Now MAX, Leon has a match in a few moments, I’m sure he doesn’t want to fight you right now.”
MAX Danger: “Smart, because he knows I’d knock his punk-ass out again.”
The crowd erupts; the comment leaves Leon seething.
Baldwin Knight: “And to that, Leon if you aren’t out here to fight MAX then why even come at all? We were all but wrapping up until you had to take your sweet time coming out here. Obviously you have something you want to say to MAX?”
Leon: “Look it’s simple. MAX you wanna talk about respect, in fact it seems that’s all anyone harps on about. Respect me, respect you, give it to get it, and on and on and on and it’s tiresome. The truth is MAX I do respect you; I can’t do what you do when you step into the octagon, but we’d also be different weight classes huh? We’d never cross paths. You were a monster in the octagon, I give you mad props for that.
But when you come out here, into this squared-circle, that respect goes out the window. I don’t respect MAX Danger the wrestler because you aren’t one. You’re another MMA guy who’s too old to go anymore, so you want to make the transition to wrestler where you don’t have to cut and diet and train six months for one fight. You want to live off your MMA accolades and get a big paycheck while you do it. Whirlwind is once a month MAX, what do you do between shows? Probably nothing but train huh? But guys like me, we have to work other promotions and travel our asses off just to make ends meet and keep this dream alive. You don’t put in the same as the rest of us, so I’ll be damned if I take a backseat to the next big goon off the MMA assembly line who wants an EZ Pass to the top.”
Baldwin Knight: “MAX, your response?”
Instead it’s Francine who takes the microphone from her husband.
Francine: “What do you know huh? Maybe if you were a better wrestler and a top guy, you could afford to wrestle once a month! You been doing this for what, fifteen years or somethin’, and you got nothing to show for it? So what if my man only works once a month...you jealous you have to work six times as much for the same check MAX gets?”
Leon: “And what do you know? I love doing this night in and night out, and even if I was a top dog I promise you I wouldn’t be working the arrive, suplex, conquer, repeat schedule. I assure you.
MAX takes the microphone back.
MAX Danger: “Leon, it sounds like you just have a chip on your shoulder and you can’t stomach the fact I’m better at this than you. We could have put on a clinic, but instead you let that ego of yours run wild and you wanted to knock me out. I know that right hand jostled your noggin a bit, but come on man what were you thinking?”
Leon: “It was a mistake, and that’s why I came out here before my match. MAX, I want you again at the next show. It’s gonna be a wrestling match, and I’m going to wrestle circles around you. Leon Tyrell, MAX Danger, PRIDE Fighting Rules! You can’t last for five, five minute rounds of intense action with the greatest to never have held a top championship...”
Leon licks his lips and extends a hand. The crowd is hot for the potential encounter, but MAX is obviously hesitant. He does eventually accept, leading to a huge pop from the crowd.
Thatcher: “So is that official? Leon and MAX next month in a PRIDE Fighting Rules Match?”
Mynx: “I hope Leon’s face is okay this time!”
MAX disengages and moves to leave with Francine. Without warning Leon ducks down and tackles at MAX. He takes out the bigger man with a chop block to the back of the knee.
Thatcher: “Oh come on, what the Hell?”
Baldwin quickly grabs Francine and ducks out of the ring with her despite her protests. MAX grabs at his knee and Leon works over his back with some stomps. He backs off, letting MAX crawl to the middle of the ring as he tries to regain composure on his tweaked leg. Leon rushes in, catching a basement dropkick to the side of MAX’s head. MAX takes the dropkick to the face hard and square and goes down like a ton of bricks, clearly he wasn’t expecting Leon Tyrell’s sneak attack!
Mynx: “Brains and beauty.”
Leon seamlessly transitions down to MAX’ tree trunk-like leg, taking the ankle in his hands, twisting, before sitting into the grapevine’d ankle lock! MAX can be heard letting out a grunt as Leon screams for him to tap - but only getting Katy Perry’s “Bigger Than Me” for his troubles!
Mynx: Lisa Lightning for the save?
Thatcher: Word is Lisa and MAX have been cultivating a little friendship based on athleticism and respect, I’m not too surprised she wouldn’t let Leon get too much of a jump on her friend!
Lisa sprinted down the aisle way then at ringside jumped up to land a perfect dive between the bottom and middle ropes, her form not touching either the whole time. She lands the dive on her two hands, into a handstand, and into a hurricanrana on the just-standing Leon that sent him sprawling across the ring!
Mynx: Woosh, that’s what we’d call nothing but net...uhh, if we were playing basketball I guess. But since she slung Leon across the ring, I can’t really approve...
Thatcher: Some of the greatest athleticism I’ve seen in years, that could have ended very, very poorly for her had she been off by even a fraction of an inch. But Lisa shows she knows her way around just fine, maybe even suggesting a bit of a gymnastics background.
Mynx: No doubt, but it’s gonna take far more than flashy gymnastics to defeat a competitor the caliber of Leon Tyrell!
Lisa bends down to check on MAX then gets back to her feet as she’s ready to strike, just in time for Leon to stumble his way to his feet.
Lisa wasted no time in approaching Leon, sending him back to the mat with a beautiful standing dropkick. She fell over him for a quick cover, with Leon kicking out before the one, and Lisa getting back to her feet, ready to catch Leon with a legsweep just as he stood, which sent him back to the mat on his back! Leon wisely rolled out of the ring under the bottom rope in an effort to change up the tempo of the opening to a pace more suitable to his liking. Lisa observed him and with a quick nod of her head, she sprinted to the opposite ropes, then rebounded from those to the other side, nailing Leon chest first with a baseball slide with an impact sending him half way toward the barricade!
For a brief moment we watch MAX Danger, take a seat alongside Derrick Thatcher and Nikki Mynx on commentary.
Thatcher: Leon tried to get some separation, but Lisa isn't having any of it. Looks like she came prepared.
Danger: Well she did have a pretty good teacher. You could almost hear the wink in his voice!
Pleased with her handiwork, Lisa got back to her feet and nodded at Leon once more. Backing up from the ropes, she runs up the near corner to the top, then leaps off of them, crashing down onto Leon with a front senton – but Leon rolled out of the way leaving Lisa to collide with the floor in a ghastly fall leaving the Gimnasio in a stunned moment of silence!
Mynx: I knew Mister Dreamy would find a way to take the wind from her sails!
Leon sat up, not before looking at Lisa sprawled across the floor. He offered her just a shake of his head before taking the time to stand up and survey his surroundings. Leon shot a glare towards his accomplished MMA rival before turning back to Lisa, picking her up by the waist and thrusting her into the ring...except he missed, and her ribs were thrust into the ring apron!
Danger: Man, ol boy just did that on purpose...
Mynx: Does it bother you? Or are you jealous you didn't think of anything so clever? How's your leg anyway, big guy?
Thatcher: Regardless, maybe Leon shouldn't be sending messages to anyone not directly involved in this match, right? He should focus on not going oh and two this soon into his Whirlwind career.
Lisa's face told the all the story you needed to know. The agony as Leon shoved her, “accidentally” as he'd have you believe, into the ring apron before, finally, rolling her in under the bottom rope. He slid in right after her and covered her in a deep lateral press, his eyes though locked on MAX the entirety of the count;
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2!
Lisa kicked out!
She did kick out, but not without a wheeze as her hands naturally moved to hold her midsection. Leon stood up, turning his attention back to Lisa, his eyes trailing down her leg...and that's when he saw it. Her ankle. With a smirk he motioned at MAX “this one is for you big guy!” and to her ankle he went, stomping it twice prompting a yelp from her before he took it, dragging her to the rope and placing it over the bottom rope. Quickly he jumped outside and grabbed her foot, pulling and twisting it around the rope as Lisa screamed in pain! The referee seeing this, warned Leon over her foot clearly being in the rope! Leon didn't even look up at the referee, prompting him to issue his five count;
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5 – Leon finally releases her foot!
Danger: Pathetic. Sad and pathetic – the Leon Tyrell story.
Mynx: You can't say that about The Industry Standard...
Thatcher: It's not exactly sporting, but Leon knows the rules. And he's using them to his advantage as best as he can. Welcome to pro wrestling, Lisa Lightning!
Lisa pulled her foot in close to her, it was throbbing, but she knew she wasn't about to give up so soon! Leon hopped back up on the apron and watched as Lisa slowly got to a knee. As she started to stand, her injured foot buckled, prompting a laugh from Leon before entering the ring. She sat up on a knee once more, she looked up to Leon with perseverance in her eyes, to which Leon merely placed his foot on her shoulder, and pushed her backwards, almost effortlessly, once again eliciting a chuckle from himself! He was the only one laughing though.
But once more, Lisa Lightning sat up! She pushed herself to a knee, and then to her feet...err, foot, she hobbled on her good foot as she stared at Leon with a flash of defiance in her eyes! Leon looked straight past her, his eyes focused on MAX Danger – until he felt a slap to the side of his head!
Thatcher: Looks like Leon Tyrell needs to be focusing on his opponent in the ring, not the one next month...
Mynx: He's multi-talented, he can do both.
Danger: I'd be surprised if he could even walk and chew gum simultaneously to be honest.
Her slaps finally caught his attention. He turned his face to match hers as she brought her bad leg to roundhouse kick – but this one Leon caught – until Lisa brought her other leg around to tag Leon behind the ear with a standing enziguri! On the landing Lisa touched down on her bad foot first, crumpling under the impact! Leon was half-dazed, that kick caught him really, really good!
Thatcher: And that's why you don't take your eye off the prize...Lisa Lightning is a credible threat and she is making Leon pay for not giving her the proper due she has earned as a competitor!
Mynx: You two men assuming such a hunky piece of man meat is too simple minded to do two things...hmph! So mean.
Danger: Well, is he capable of that? Looks to me like he's out on his ass if I'm bein' honest...
The referee bends down to check on Leon as Lisa sits back up, ready to continue and finally put this match away. Leon slowly starts to stagger up while Lisa approaches him, lighting his chest up with a straight razor-edge chop to the chest! Leon's dazed face turns to one mixed with stun and agony as Lisa strikes with the speed of...uhh, lightning. Another chop! And a third! His chest turns up to four bright shades of red as Lisa backs him up to the ropes, before finishing the sequence with a high knee strike, buried DEEP into his own gut, hunching him over as he gasps for air! Lisa grabs him in a front facelock, and drives him headfirst into the mat with a textbook, picture-perfect, spike DDT! Leon takes the full impact and lies on the mat, flat on his back as Lisa sits up. She turns to Leon...and then to the roaring approval of the Gimnasio who seem to be powering her comeback!
Danger: She's doing it. She's really doing it. I'm so proud of you Lisa!
Thatcher: Leon threw some of his smartest ring awareness tactics at her, and she fought back against it all. She never gave up.
She stood up, albeit favoring her foot a little bit. She pointed first at Leon, and then to the corner one more time almost as if she was asking what they wanted to see.
They all wanted to see...lightning, chaining across the sky.
Gingerly she walks to the corner, then carefully she climbs her way up the second rope and then the top. She looks down over Leon and take a deep breath, noticeably putting less pressure on the bad foot before she leaps into the air! She makes a full rotation a la shooting star press, finishing the sequence with her feet pointed right down at Leon.
Thatcher: She calls that the “Lightning Strikes”.
Danger: A Shooting Star Press into a double footstomp? Only she could harness that lightning!
BUT LEON ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!!
Lisa landed perfectly otherwise, feet first in what would have planted her deep into Leon's heart...but instead caught nothing but the mat...feet first! She crumpled to the mat on impact with a loud yelp! A yelp loud enough to turn on Leon's “hunter sense” as he swooped in behind, latching his hands around the bad foot, and a second later, he had her leg grapevined in the ankle lock from earlier, thousands in the Gimnasio letting everyone know how much they disapproved of that! But Leon didn't care!
Mynx: Beauty over brains, but my boy Leon has them both! Look at him out-smart and out-wrestle Lisa!
Thatcher: That's why they call it the high rent district, big risk, bigger rewards, and even bigger punishments. Lisa just tried to cash a bounced check!
Try as he may, he ratcheted up the tension, Lisa’s screams seeming to fuel his determination as she clawed at the mat, desperately pulling herself towards the ropes! Leon let out a guttural “come on!” as Lisa’s face turned from desperation to anguish, she raised her hand up above her head, clearly she was trying to hold on, though Leon’s screaming at her made that concentration hard to keep up. She brought her hand down, stopping just inches from the mat, fervently shaking her hand “no!” Leon’s response was to lean back, pulling on her ankle even harder, a feeling that Lisa could only respond with an ear shattering scream - but not before reaching out to clutch the bottom rope in her hand! The referee turns to Leon and urges him to break the hold;
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From the PA: The winner of the match, as a result of a disqualification...Lisa! Lightning!!
The bell sounds frantically, the match was clearly over. But...
Even as the referee insisted to forcefully break Leon’s hold, instead Leon had other plans. While maintaining the hold, he turned and positioned himself to face MAX Danger as he pulled harder on Lisa's ankle, her screams of agony only serving to further fuel his intent! Lisa began slapping the mat furiously for some kind of much-needed relief until MAX Danger had seen enough to ripped the headset from his head and charged to the ring himself!
Leon however quickly released Lisa's ankle and rolled out under the bottom rope just as MAX entered. MAX shouted at Leon to get back here, even sitting on the middle rope and holding the middle and top ropes open to “invite his guest in”, but Leon had no interest in facing down a now clearly angry MAX Danger any more...
Thatcher: Well Lisa Lightning manages to win her debut, but thanks to Leon Tyrell, she doesn’t look like much of a winner here tonight. What a coward.
Mynx: Smart. You mean smart guy, he's leaving here looking like a winner tonight, and he got inside his opponent's head for next month. Dreamy Leon Tyrell is riding an unstoppable wave of momentum right now!
Thatcher: Message received, Leon. Message well received...
MAX shook his head at the cowardice before turning to more important matters, such as helping his friend Lisa up. He took her arm and wrapped it around his neck to help her up and keep weight off the already tender ankle as Katy Perry's “Bigger Than me” plays the two of them out.
Thatcher: You don't have to like him, but you can't argue his tactics I suppose. Leon and MAX next month is gonna be a classic in the making, one I'm sure Lisa will be watching very closely.
Mynx: Yeah, I'm sure Lisa Lightning would love to pick up some ring tips from an all-time-great like Leon, after his win...
Thatcher: Isn't one of the prerequisites to being an “all-time-great” actually holding a top championship at least one time in the past ten plus years, somewhere?
Mynx: Wow, why are you so biased? What do you have against the Industry Standard?!
Thatcher: You're one to talk. Anyway folks, this is only just the beginning, stick around for more exciting Whirlwind action!
Eight promotions sending one top representative to compete in the third-ever annual Super Falcon Cup. This year, Whirlwind Wrestling LLC is proud to be one of those represented. We’re beyond proud and honored to be invited by our Mexican sister promotion Guerreros of Lucha! to take part in this special event! We also thank them for allowing us the opportunity to be the first to premiere this commercial for their event LIVE right here at Threads of Disloyalty tonight! We wish nothing but the best of luck to everyone participating, and look forward to watching this Cup unfold over the next three months!
Oh, and one last thing? This year’s Cup will be contested under Bloodsport Rules! Which means, only submission or knockout advances to the next round!
Of course, we’re wishing a little extra luck to our representative, reigning, defending, undisputed Whirlwind Champion...Bryan Blaze (BAY BAY)! Bring that Cup back to Monterrey!
Cut to backstage. Baldwin Knight is standing just outside of Joe Jones’ room with a mic in his hand.
BK “Hello fans and in a couple of minutes I hope to speak with….”
The door opens as Baldwin is speaking.
BK “None other than Joe Jones as he takes on Samantha Tolson and our reigning WhirlWind Champion, Our first ever champion, Bryan Blaze…”
Pauses for the fans to yell “BAY BAY!”. The door closes and emerging from the bottom of the screen is The Bad Ass James Kelloggs.
“In our MAIN EVENT, HERE TONIGHT!”
James: “Baldwin…Knight…”
James looks to be hungover, death warmed over. 69 sheets to the wind. Rode hard and put away wet. I could go on and on but he looks like, well poopy. He struggles to keep his balance on his soap box that he pushes around with him to get him up in the frame of the shot. (He’s a midget if you didn’t know. Some of our new viewers might not be aware of who James Kelloggs is.)
BK “James? I’m sorry, I was…”
James places his hand on Baldwin’s chest to help him steady himself.
BK “Are you okay? Who look….oh my god! You smell awful!”
JK “It was Cinco de Mayo yesterday! And! Oh god….oh god….”
James gets a case of the dry heaves and he pulls Baldwin in closer and Baldwin is trying to push James away.
BK “Please don’t! God! Just, don’t!”
James takes a deep breath and closes his eyes and steadies himself.
JK “Oh…that was a close call Baldwin. Man! The bitches here in Mexico…dude. They are crazy! I bet this mamcita Baldwin with very big…”
James pauses, holds his finger up and……nope not puking.
JK “I bet her that I could out drink her and I’ll be a son of a gun Baldwin. She drank me right under the table!”
BK “Okay! Great? I think.”
JK “Baldwin! You should have seen her. Oh my god! I was in a heaven.”
BK “I don’t think…oh! Oh!”
James passes out and Baldwin ends up catching him in his arms. It looks like Baldwin and James are hugging just as the door opens up and steps out Double J Joe Jones. He looks at this odd pairing. Baldwin doesn’t know what to say. He just searches for the right words to speak.
Joe turns towards him and places his hand on Baldwin’s shoulder and looks him in the eye.
Joe “Be gentle with him. It’s his first time. Now if you excuse me. I have a championship to win.”
BK “No! That’s not what’s happening, wait!”
Joe is gone leaving Baldwin all alone with a drunken James Kelloggs.
BK “uhmm. Help?”
[Earlier Today]
The cameras open up backstage to a shot of a young woman walking down the hallway. The blue dress was eye-catching, as was the confidence she exuded with each step taken. The sound of her heels against the floor could be heard by anyone in the backstage area as suddenly, the young woman halts.
: “You have got to be kidding me.”
The camera switches shots and we now get to see just exactly who the woman is - CWD’s own, ‘The Living Doll’, Britney Anders!
Britney Anders: “Gum? On the floor, really? What kind of animals work here? Jeez.”
Anders carefully tip toes around the gum and continues her trek down the long corridor, her eyes now glued to her phone.
Britney Anders: “I need to find Bryan, where are you?!”
Frustration is evident in her voice as she picks up the pace of her brisk walk down the hallway. She turns a corner with her eyes still looking down at her phone when a loud ‘CRASH!’ can be heard causing Britney and whatever it is she bumped into to look up.
Baumer Report’s own, Baldwin Knight!
Baldwin Knight: Oh...it’s you………………
You could just hear the sarcasm oozing off his words.
Baldwin Knight: What’s the matter? Run out of people in California to annoy?
Britney flips her hair with her left hand while clutching her phone in her right hand at her side.
Britney Anders: “You do realize that you nearly made me drop me phone, right? Of course you don’t care because all you care about is yourself, but hey, some of us have important reasons for being here tonight. Take me for example, I’m here as an invited guest of the Whirlwind champion, Bryan Blaze. Have you seen him?”
Britney pauses and chuckles, shaking her head.
Britney Anders: “Of course you haven’t, I don’t think anyone would be caught dead socializing with you intentionally. I mean, look at you. Hanging around like you actually hold any importance here.”
Britney takes it upon herself to adjust the collar of Baldwin’s shirt.
Britney Anders: “This isn’t some gossip rag with the joke of professional wrestling at it’s helm, this is Whirlwind Wrestling. So, since you’re not a wrestler, maybe you should get the hint and skidaddle.”
Britney shoos him with her hand.
Britney Anders: “Go ahead, run along.”
Baldwin Knight: I guess...but if we’re leaving just because we’re not trained wrestlers, shouldn’t you be going too? I mean isn’t the last time you had a match some time in two-thousand-never?
He stopped. His eyes caught a glimpse of her in irate mode, and thinking back to what he was told…..he let out a long, deep sigh while he nervously tugged at his collar.
Baldwin Knight: “...Look, I don’t know where your……..newfound friend, for lack of a better term is, but he’s probably off getting ready for his big falls count anywhere title defense with Sam Tolson and Joe Jones. I’d assume, anyway. Think his locker room is down that way.” He pointed down the hallway, though he was clearly trying to expedite the conversation without catching himself at odds with Whirlwind’s VIP guest for the evening. “So, if you just follow this hallway here…”
Britney Anders: “I wasn’t finished speaking.”
Her tone was one of arrogance, and the volume in her voice was one of trying to talk over him.
Britney Anders: “Toby Knight, wait a minute, is that the only reason you’re here? Your dad owns this place, doesn’t he?”
Before Baldwin can reply, Britney steps closer, into his ‘personal space’. She taps her phone against the upper left side of his chest.
Britney Anders: “You’re even more of a joke than I imagined before. But since you’re here, go ahead and pass the message along. The ankle? It’s fine. Never been better, actually.”
Anders lifts her right foot up and steps on one of Baldwin’s feet with a smirk.
Britney Anders: “Now...I’m finished speaking. So get out of my way.”
Baldwin rolled his eyes as she stepped on his foot. “Come on, do it, no one is around, no one has to know…” He thought to himself. “Just punch her one. Humble her.” He looked straight across at her, his hands clenching into a fist at his side...then with a deep breath, he relaxed his body and opened his hands. He takes his shirt in his hands and straightens it out in a huff.
Baldwin Knight: Yeah, my father is the lead of this project, you’re right. But he didn’t hire me for being his kid. And if you knew my childhood, you’d know just how wrong you are. I’m here as a representative of Baumer Report, as one of Cassandra’s brightest recruits, we’re doing good things in the industry, we’re providing positive coverage to the REAL news stories, and yeah, so Whirlwind and Baumer Report are working together, it’s a great opportunity for both brands.
Britney mimes a yawn right in Baldwin’s face, like what he was saying was the epitome of uninteresting. Slowly he started to ball his hands up again…
Britney Anders: Do it. Hit me, right here.
She blatantly taps her chin with her thumb, egging on the reporter to go directly against his professionalism! Baldwin rears back, fist cocked, Britney all smiles knowing she was about to get him fired when...
??: Is that an open invitation?
The camera shifts to the left to reveal the mammoth-sized MAX Danger walking into the frame. He was dressed for a fight, combat gloves, track pants, as his tattooed body towered over Britney. She attempts to speak but the words are broken and a stuttered mess.
Britney Anders: “I….uh...um….I…”
Anders takes another look at the man that more than doubles her in size as she swallows a lump in her throat.
Britney Anders: “I’m here on behalf of Cal...California...CWD and Bryan Blaze. I haven’t wrestled in months. Do I….”
Her nose shoots upwards as a look of defiance, albeit nervous defiance, crosses her face.
Britney Anders: “Do I look dressed to compete or get into a street fight with a hooligan like you?”
MAX Danger: I don’t know...you seemed to be fine a moment ago...even recall you talking about being a hundred percent clear to go…
Baldwin can’t help but crack a laugh as Britney tries to backpedal her way out of this mess.
MAX Danger: Or lem’me guess, you’re only interested in bullying around people that can’t fight back? That’s why you’re one and five professionally right? We can change that...you could be the one in one-hundred twenty-nine and one, if you catch my drift………….
He extends his right arm, giving Britney a glimpse of his incredible reach, his arm stretching all the way across the hallway width-wise, his gloved hand ‘gently’ resting on Britney’s jaw.
MAX Danger: Or was you a coward that’s all talk?
Britney remains frozen for a moment, until MAX finally removes his hand from her jaw. Anders grimaces and looks down at her ankle.
Britney Anders: “You know what? I would fight you right here and right now, but on second thought my ankle actually is pretty sore. I guess I was jumping the gun a few minutes ago. Ouch…”
She looks down at her ankle wearing a pretend look of pain over her smooth face.
Britney Anders: “But we can totally throw down in the future. That is, if Baldy here’s old man isn’t too cheap to pay me what I deserve to compete for a night. I guess you really do have to TRUST IN KNIGHT now, don’t you Maxy-Pa-
Before she can finish, MAX puts his hand back on her jaw, freezing her from continuing the vulgar-laced insult.
MAX Danger: You’re still talking? Geez, I’m just gonna call you seven-eleven because you’re mouth stays open...
Baldwin snaps his fingers just as MAX fired off the zinger.
Baldwin Knight: Whatever you say...call my father, make him pay up...you’re not that much worse than Jacob Hotstuff to be honest...less successful in the ring though, I mean Jacob can actually win a match…
MAX Danger: Dayum, worse than Jacob? That’s a real new low! No one can be that…
He stopped short, moving his hand to the top of her head, patting it like a child that that needed recognition.
MAX Danger: On second thought. If you can’t even wrestle as good as Jacob, maybe you’re just gonna be a waste of my time...I guess an easy notch on the win column though.
He finally removed his hand and placed it on his hip as he watched Britney squirm under the...pressure? Was she really feeling it, or…
Britney Anders: “No, you’re so on! And you’re wrong, by the way. I’m one and four, not one and five, are you seriously unable to count? And you have the NERVE to say I will be an easy win?”
Anders laughs before triggering a newfound confidence and stepping up to MAX. The difference in size is almost laughable if you look at them face to chest.
Britney Anders: “Make the match. Next Whirlwind, I’ll be here. You, me, one hand tied behind your back, do we have a deal or not?”
Anders took a step back and extended her hand towards Max. Her tiny hand was a bit shaky, as she wiggles her gold polished fingers in front of MAX, almost daring him to agree to the match with the ridiculous stipulation.
MAX can’t help but laugh right in her face. Did she? She just bowed up to MAX? A woman that could play hide and seek behind a telephone pole!
MAX Danger: Wait...that’s a serious challenge? Not a joke?
He reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly in a firm handshake that clearly was way more firm than she had expected! Britney mouths ‘ow, ow, ow’ over and over again as he continues holding her hand.
MAX Danger: Fine. Whatever stipulation. You and I? This a lock. After our fight, I’ll even show you where to get some ice for the swelling in your face to go down too...unless Leon Tyrell uses all of it…
Britney can no longer contain herself and shrieks out her demand in a high pitched shout.
Britney Anders: “LET GO OF MY HAND!!!!”
With a smirk he finally lets her go.
MAX Danger: ‘Oops’. My bad...sometimes I uhh, don’t really know my own strength...hope you make it back in June though. It’ll be a nice...Day of Judgment...for you.
He offered her a wink that looked more like he had some malicious intentions in mind for her. Britney, though, couldn’t find it in her to muster up a retort. Instead, she looks at her hand and holds it close to herself before shooting Baldwin and MAX a dirty look, one at a time. She huffs, puffs, and stomps off in the direction that Baldwin had previously pointed out to her in her search for Bryan Blaze.
Baldwin watches her go away down the hall, before calling to her;
Baldwin Knight: Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya…
He turns to MAX, mouthing just “thanks” for the help. The two share a handshake of their own, although ‘miraculously’ Baldwin’s hand isn’t throbbing or near broken...funny how that works, right?
MAX Danger: Anytime, man. You and Baumer Report do good work. I’m happy to support that. And if I get to teach some humility in a full of herself spoiled sport? Then that’s just the gravy over the potatoes…
The two break their handshake and go their separate ways.
While Callaway and Dragon discuss who will start the match, Jacob stepped out of his corner, The Upper Class' decision made ever-clear. Dragon nodded at the sight of Jacob, then insisting he would meet the loudest member of the group (who are we kidding, all three are equally LOUD), he then spurred Jacob on with a calm beckoning of his hand. Jacob of course took the offer and approached Dragon, whom easily swooped behind Jacob and applied his hands around his waist in a rear waistlock. Jacob frantically kicked at the air, trying to fight free but it was no good. Dragon started to lift Jacob off his feet, hurling him back – until Jacob desperately busted Dragon's face with a back elbow, freeing himself to make a quick tag back to Veronica!
Thatcher: Darn. And here I was waiting for Jacob to get dropped back on his shoulders...
Dragon wasn't even surprised. Vero came at him with a hard lariat, to which Dragon ducked with a simple back bump, Vero stopped and turned around, prompting Dragon to kip up in a pelé kick, rocking Vero hard as she stumbles down to the mat! Dragon quickly slides into a cover, with Jacob dashing into the ring to break up the pin before the count of one! Jacob quickly scrambles out of the ring just as quickly as he had saved the match, adding to Dragon's (perceived...he's masked, we can't discern emotion in actuality) annoyance.
Thatcher: Pendragon has been on fire so far, between knowing what he has to do, dodging oncoming attacks, and having the wherewithal and sixth sense to blank Veronica's lariat and then catch her with a Pelé as well.
Mynx: It's still early, how dare you bet against The Pretty Committee! These nice folks are changing the world, one ugly person at a time!
Thatcher: ...Wow Nikki. Just wow.
Dragon took Vero by the hair as he slowly pulled her up to her feet, never letting go. Callaway reached out over the rope with his hand, insisting on getting a tag. Because who wouldn't want to get their hands on a world renown model right?
Dragon nods as he brings Vero close by the hair and slaps Callaway’s hand. He steps in and Dragon steps out, just in time to receive a hard shoulder from Vero to Callaway’s gut! A second shoulder sends Callaway into Dragon, but the masked strategist hangs on to the rope with just one foot dangling off the apron. Vero quickly takes Callaway in a rear waistlock and rolls back with him, O’Connor Roll style! The referee drops down to make the count;
1!
2 - kick out!
Thatcher: Almost a near fall for Veronica there.
Mynx: I told you Stephen has eyes on another prize…
Thatcher: Isn't he married? Kinda like you...or did you forget about those sacred vows?
Vero sits up to see Dragon leaning over the rope for a tag of his own, to which Vero smirks, miming a crying motion at Dragon allegedly getting outsmarted by her. Dragon starts to enter the ring, to which Vero is super quick to shout at the referee to quickly contain him...meanwhile Bianca and Jacob slide into the ring from behind Callaway and whip him into the ropes and leveling him with a double hiptoss! Dragon insists the referee pay attention to the double team move while begrudgingly staying picking up the tag rope once again. Quickly Bianca and Jacob escape the ring as Vero then drops down beside him and applies a side chinlock, all the while shouting for the referee to come call this submission.
Mynx: Look at that incredible ring awareness and impeccable strategy on display by The Upper Class. That’s true teamwork right there.
Thatcher: It’s called cheating.
It wasn’t hard for Callaway to fight out of the chinlock, but by then he was already in the Upper Class corner, an unenviable position for sure. Callaway swung at Bianca - but she bobbed her head back, leaving Callaway over-extended...and allowing Vero to take him by the back of the head and drop him head first with a reverse DDT! Vero slides into a cover as the referee counts;
1!
2!
Kick out!
You could almost hear Dragon with the sigh of relief as Callaway fought out from the pin. Vero sat up with a disgusted shake of her head directed at the obviously slow counting official then turned her attention back to Callaway as she grabbed a handful of his hair to pull him up with her, making the tag to Bianca. The Queen B of Malibu steps into the ring, for the first time LEGALLY at a Whirlwind event and shares a b*tchy giggle with Vero as they take Callaway’s arms one in each of their hands, to whip him across the ring. Callaway hits the ropes while the Pretty Committee both duck down to ready a back body drop just as Callaway stops, lights up Vero’s chest with a hard kick, then grabs her by the head and slings her back to the mat head first! Bianca turns to see all the commotion, in time to see Callaway’s foot begin to lunge right at her face...until she puts up her hands to block.
“Wait!”
She steps into Callaway, fanning over her face with her hand, the look on her face went from athleticism to “hottie”, almost like it was the first time she had seen him up close. Callaway’s eyes popped with interest. Bianca stepped into him with one hand quickly around his waist, her eyes looking up into his own. Slowly she pulled his face down closer to hers, lips like a magnet as he came closer, closer still. Bianca wrapped her foot around his leg then - Callaway caught it, then shoved her down instead! Quickly he jumps down on top of her in a lateral press, referee following in short order;
1!
2 - Jacob dives into the ring to make the save!
Thatcher: Will the Pretty Committee really stop at nothing? Bianca literally just tried to seduce Stephen but he uhh...had an angle of his own for her.
Mynx: Spoken like a man that’s jealous that a real woman like Bianca would never touch.
Just as quickly as Jacob dove into the ring he had slithered right back out, back to his corner, coiled up like a snake and ready to strike. Bianca got back up and slowly backed away from Callaway, appalled that he would even have the audacity to shove her down like that! Callaway began approaching her, slowly shaking her head, his mouth was moving, probably something to the effect of
“Nuh uh, not this time…”
Bianca kept backing away, Callaway continued closing the distance. When suddenly, Bianca stopped. She couldn’t back up any more...but she did get a tap on her shoulder…
Thatcher: Pendragon!
Dragon grabbed her by the shoulders to hold her steady and signaled to Callaway “take your shot”. Callaway backed up, lining his foot up with Bianca’s face, then charged straight ahead - but Bianca moved! Callaway launched his foot right up in the air, Dragon narrowly side-stepping it by a fraction of an inch! The two check on each other “You okay?” “Yeah, you?” Just when Callaway freed his foot, Bianca took him back to the mat with a textbook roll-up, the referee dropping to make the count;
1!
2!
Callaway kicks out!
Mynx: That was almost a meeting of the minds by two so-called partners. They should learn to work together better like The Upper Class.
Thatcher: So being able to sense the problem and then correcting last minute to avert disaster isn’t working together? Huh. Fascinating.
Mynx: What now?
Thatcher: Your definition of teamwork…
Callaway kipped up just as Vero came back into the ring, illegally, of course, and caught Callaway with a high angle roundhouse kick to the spine, dazing him briefly! Vero moves to help Bianca up, just as she does Callaway nearly decapitates her (Vero) with a STIFF lariat! Callaway stares down Bianca next as she stares in ghastly horror of what just happened to Vero before hitting the ropes opposite them. Callaway does the same, the two meet in the middle with the same idea, matching his and hers lariats turning the other inside out!
Thatcher: It’s like a damn car crash out there.
Dragon urges Callaway to make the tag, he’s clapping, and shouting, and otherwise encouraging the Gimnasio to will him on to make it to his corner! Callaway slowly looks up, and starts the seemingly endless crawl across half a ring to his corner. Bianca meanwhile isn’t really moving but Vero is just starting to get up...seeing Callaway she grabs ahold of his foot, pulling him back away from his corner. To a massive round of jeers and very unflattering comments from this crowd, of course. She steps over him, still with his foot in her hand, twisting it, the pull halting his momentum. On his one foot he hobbles up, coming face to face with Vero. She vehemently shakes her head no, no, no, but Callaway isn’t having any of it! He swings his one planted foot around, catching her with a picture-esque enziguri! Vero takes the boot to her face and falls back on the side of the ring, while Dragon leans waaaayyyyyy over the top rope, he’s extending his arm out as far as it could reach while Callaway slowly crawls, he reaches out…
And he makes the tag!
Mynx: I can’t believe Stephen actually broke out of Veronica’s spinning toe hold.
Thatcher: Yeah, because she’s so renown for her pure ring skills right? She’s out of her element against Callaway.
Dragon leaps over the rope just as Bianca gets up, she goes for a dropkick at the knee, but Dragon side-steps her and leaves her to get nothing but air. He slides in behind her, arms locked around her waist, with a heave he started to lift her off her feet…
CRASH!
Cameras slowly pan to the side to reveal Dragon hunched over...with Jacob Hotstuff stood over him, arms out-stretched like he owned the place.
Thatcher: His timing was so good, I’d say he was waiting in the wings to call his shot!
Mynx: He’s a card-carrying member of The Upper Class. The timing is always on-point!
Jacob pushed Dragon again, mouthing something inaudible but seemingly offensive and degrading. Big mistake. Dragon popped back up, chest to chest with Jacob, he wasn’t about to be intimidated by a Hollywood “star”. He shoved Jacob right back, and for perhaps the first time ever, Jacob had a look of fear washed over his face. It was that moment when he must have realized hell hath no fury like a dragon’s scorn….. Dragon leveled Jacob with a kick to the gut, then hooked him up in a fisherman hold, he began to lift him up - when Bianca kicked at him from behind, causing him to let Jacob go and turn to her, kicking her in the ribs, then drilling her into the mat with the “Dragon’s Descent” (Double Underhook DDT)! Dragon drops into a cover, referee counts;
1!
2!
Jacob saves the match!
Mynx: Everyone is so down on Jacob but he has literally been a guardian angel here tonight...what a gentlemen!
Thatcher: ...shut the front door.
Jacob stomped on Dragon’s head a couple of times before taking him into...pun incoming...a dragon sleeper. Dragon’s arms flailed about wildly but Jacob’s inexperience become apparent when he visibly was losing control of the hold. Without much time, he switched his hand position to under Dragon’s chin, as he began to pull the mask right off his head!
Thatcher: Oh come on now, a luchadore’s mask is as sacred as a cow in India!
Jacob paid the angry Gimnasio no mind as he pulled and pulled, finally falling backwards - with the mask in hand!
Mynx: He did it!
Jacob stood up with an ever-cocky smirk as he looked at the mask...and then over to Dragon who had ANOTHER mask on his face!
Thatcher: Did he really wear two masks?? What foresight, he knew what Jacob Hotstuff was going to try before even trying it!
The now much more angry Dragon took to his feet, rocking Jacob with a savage uppercut before leveling him with another kick! He hooked Jacob up right back to that fisherman suplex, lifting him up...and sending him right onto an “Everlasting EXPEDEEEEETTIIOOONNNN” (Fisherman Buster feigned into Tiger Driver), a raucous impact planting Jacob Hotstuff firmly on his back!! Nonchalantly, Dragon dropped down into a cover, firmly hooking the far leg until the referee informed him Jacob was not the legal man!
Thatcher: With all the chaos, it’s pretty easy to get caught up in the heat of the moment.
Mynx: That’s why you need to maintain a cooler head. Like The Upper Class…
Dragon gets back to his feet after acknowledging the wrong pin, but as he does Vero climbs back onto the ring apron, yelling at and berating him! Dragon briefly turns to see her, just in time to see “CALSI KICK” (Superkick) OUTTA NOWHERE!
Mynx: Where the HELL did Stephen Callaway come from??
Dragon and Callaway share a passing “thanks” nod, proving to have the other’s back when it mattered most. Dragon turned back to Bianca just as she was standing up, he ran to the opposite ropes, springing up on the second, then sailing half way across the ring, “Turning the Tide” (Disaster Kick) by tagging the side of her ear with the kick! He gracefully floated into a cover as the referee counted the fal, the Gimnasio counting along with him;
1!
2!
3!
From the PA: The winners of the match as a result of a pinfall...Stephen Callaway and Pendragon!!
Dragon and Callaway bask in the center of the ring in the wake of their monumental win, a win the Gimnasio was clearly happy to see. The two move from the center to opposing turnbuckles in further celebration.
Thatcher: They did it! It’s been three months but we’ve finally seen the first chink in the armor of The Upper Class!
Mynx: It’s just a match, one win will not elevate these basics to the level of The Upper Class. Look at them. Callaway, he couldn’t even get a job as the bellhop at an Upper Class resort! And Pendragon? He’s so low-class he can’t even show his face!
Thatcher: Are you that petty? Since when are you an Upper Class fangirl anyway? Did they let you carry their bags down Rodeo Drive? Did you miraculously get invited to one of their Beverly Hills cocktail parties?
Mynx: I just appreciate their taste in the finer things in life, Derrick. They see something they want, and they TAKE IT!
Thatcher: You know you’re not what they want, right? You know --
Suddenly the lights go off, the surprise cutting Thatcher off mid-sentence. From nowhere, a bright blast of orange-hue light explodes right around the same area Pendragon was standing! When the lights come on...we see Callaway rush across the ring to Pendragon, who has a bit of black smoke coming up from his mask!
And Jacob Hotstuff on the outside, slowly backing up the aisle with a sadistic smirk…
Thatcher: Who, or what, did we just see?? Ugh, that smell, it’s like...burnt sulfur…….
Mynx: Do you believe in Hollywood magic now?
Thatcher: You’re telling me that Jacob somehow lit Pendragon’s face...on fire? What the hell, Nikki. Hollywood isn’t real...it’s all lighting and cheap camera tricks!
It didn’t take long for a team of medical professionals to swarm past Jacob and into the ring, more of a precautionary measure than anything, but nevertheless the sight of watching an oxygen mask applied to Pendragon was a sight to remember, for sure. Callaway stayed with them the whole time as they helped him up and walked him to the back.
Mynx: Go tell that to Pendragon. The aroma, the smoke, it’s all looking pretty real to me. Business just...heated up!
Thatcher: Damn it. Folks, I think my partner might just have been right. The Upper Class lost the battle tonight, but this war against class is far, far from over. I mean, who throws fireballs in a wrestling match? If that’s actually what we just saw.
Mynx: I hope, for his sake...he learns The Upper Class is like the Wu-Tang, they ain’t ones to [expletive] with!
Thatcher: Oh, I’m sure Pendragon has learned a lesson tonight. But it’s surely not the one that The Upper Class would like him to remember. And Nikki? Don’t ever make a Wu-Tang reference again.
The focus shifts to the projection screen by the entrance area.
Thatcher: WHAT?!
Mynx: Did that just say…?
Thatcher: THE Julliet Brooks??
Mynx: I was more referring to that tagline. The Vampire Queen…
Thatcher: What? How? When?
Mynx: I guess we’ll have to wait for June 3rd. I’m going to die of anticipation!
Thatcher: Well, just try not to die in that chair. The smell will play hell on my sinuses.
Thatcher shot her a glance.
Thatcher: All jokes aside, folks Julliet Brooks enters the Whirlwind, next month! And we’re beyond excited to see what “The Vampire Queen” has in store for us!
[Earlier Today]
9:00am
Gimnasio Nuevo León Box Office
Nanook and Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris, also known as Bester have shown up for the lottery to see who gets to buy the last remaining tickets for Threads of Disloyalty! The lottery is to be held at 9 sharp and you must be in attendance to claim your prize, and you know, pay for your tickets.
*Disclaimer. Whirlwind Wrestling didn’t make the rules, the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon LLC did.*
As a crowd of easily 500 fans, all wanting to get into the building tonight to see who will walk out with the Championship. Who’s going to win the handicapped match and can Leon Tyrell defeat Lisa Lightening? Real questions that we the fans want answers to! Damn it!
Everyone is looking at their phones and Nanook glances over to see what everyone is looking at. He notices that everyone is on the WW app. So Nanook fires up his phone, swipes right and bang! Opens up the app!
Meanwhile Bester, in his white mask going by the name of Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris, or OGDA for short is taking selfies, signing pics, and overall just loving the attention he’s receiving. A couple little rainbows ask him if he’s going to be fighting tonight to which Bester, sorry OGDA says;
OGDA “If one of my little magical sun beams of everything that is right in the world is getting bullied! Then by golly, with all of the powers in the rainbow, I shall be there!”
Nanook just rolls his eyes. Every since the other night at that very indie show, Bester won’t take the mask off and has created himself quite the little world in which he is this larger than life superhero. Nanook couldn’t wait for this fad to be over with truth be told.
Finally the screen on his phone flashes, a quick count down and…
and…
AND……
Some cheers, Shout out SI! SI! SI! And then, the sound of disappointment followed by;
Nanook “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!”
On Nanook’s screen is “So Sorry, you are not a winner. Please try again.”
OGDA “Mister Nanook? Are we going to see Mister Joe fight for the title? I would like to say Hi to Mister Blaze. Boy he’s doing very nicely for himself! I’m so happy for him.”
Nanook “Shut up Bester!”
OGDA “It’s Orgulloso Guar…”
Nanook “I DON’T CARE WHAT YOUR STUPID NAME IS!”
Nanook starts to walk away, more than pissed off. Bester, err OGDA lowers his head…
OGDA “dian Del Arcoiris. I brighten up everyone’s day…”
The scene switches to the backstage area. Bryan Blaze can be seen walking down a hallway towards the Catering area, according to nearby sign on the wall. Blaze is in his usual casual wear in the form of bootcut jeans and a black tee which simply reads “#BAYBAY”. The Whirlwind Championship proudly displayed as it is draped over his right shoulder. About three quarters the way down the hall, the Whirlwind Champion abruptly stops. A feminine hand slowly creeps from behind and comes to a stop on the center plate of the Whirlwind Championship. Slowly, the hand begins to caress the Championship. Blaze smirks, knowing exactly who is behind him. He turns to see his VIP guest for the evening, Britney Anders. Anders was wearing a form fitting blue dress and silver heels. ‘The Living Doll’ had her neck accentuated with an expensive looking diamond necklace.
Britney Anders: “I told you I love gold, didn’t I?”
Britney taps the faceplate of Bryan’s gold championship with her gold, manicured nails before slowly cascading around the triple champion, stopping directly in front of him. With a pleased smile, her eyes move from his waist and the championship, up to his face.
Britney Anders: “Everything I expected, and more, in person. It feels great to be here as your VIP. I mean, think about it. Britney Anders here with WHIRLWIND CHAMPION, Bryan Blaze! Does it get any bigger or better than this?”
Anders lazily extends her arm, curling her hand at the wrist, leaving it open for Blaze.
Blaze smiles back at the beautiful woman that stood before him. He took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. Always a gentlemen, wasn’t he?
Bryan Blaze: And I told you you would be impressed when we finally got here. Despite it being in Mexico. You’re here on behalf of the Whirlwind Champion, you can have anything that you want. You won’t need to worry about the likes of Baldwin Knight. And later, you can watch me defend this bad boy, for the first time, no less!
The two begin walking again, towards the catering area.
Britney Anders: “Baldwin? I’ve already run into him once tonight, I hope for my sake that’s the ONLY time I have to look at him. That face can give a girl nightmares, you know.
The champion laughs quietly as the pair arrive at catering. There are numerous wrestlers and backstage crew members scattering around, with plates in their hands. Britney scrunches her nose up at the catering selections. She then points her finger towards the one thing that stands out to her.
Britney Anders: “Carrots! I love carrot sticks!”
Bryan walks closer and Britney looks at one of the crew members who was making a selection near the carrots. Britney clears her throat loudly, causing the crew member to turn around. He was an older man, with a salt and pepper, balding, shoulder length haircut.
Crew Member: “Hello! Nice to see you again, champ.Britney clears her throat again and looks at Bryan.
Britney Anders: “Bry, can you PUHLEASE tell this...this...ugh, can you tell him that the champion is hungry and he needs to move?”
The...difference between the two was becoming clear but for whatever reason, Bryan enjoyed Britney’s company. Although he did have a certain report with the Whirlwind Staff. He looked to the older man who was taking his sweet old time.“Uhh, George?”
The older gentlemen looked to the Champion with a beaming smile. “Yes, sir?”
“You mind?” He motioned towards the catering selections and George simply laughed it off and stepped aside. “Of course, don’t mind me!” [/color]
Bryan smiled to him and nodded his head, trying not to draw attention to the disgusted look on his guest’s face. He looked to her with that same smile, “There.”
Britney Anders: “It’s about time…”
She mumbles under her breath as she tucks her hair behind her ear and picks up a paper bowl. She then picks up two carrot sticks with the tongs before turning to Bryan.
Britney Anders: “What would you like? You have to eat something before your big title defense.”
Bryan looked around for a moment, before settling on something. “A salad will be fine. Whirlwind doesn’t have the best catering, evidently.”
He picked up a pre-packaged salad and a bottle of water. Bryan would lead Britney to a table at the far end of the room, where there was a completely empty table. As they sat, Bryan could sense a certain...uneasiness in the room.
Bryan Blaze: I think you’re great, but uh...you have issues with a lot of people, don’t you?
Britney takes a bite of one of the small carrot sticks and chews it completely before responding.
Britney Anders: “I think the thing with me is, I don’t have much of a filter. I speak my mind, and a lot of people tend to have a problem with it, but I don’t want to cause you any issues here in your place of work, so I can kind of mind my mouth a little bit.”
Britney flashes that smile that could light up a room, despite her usual negative attitude.´
Britney Anders: “How are you feeling about tonight? The title defense against TWO people? I know that has to be a bit intimidating. Not that I’m doubting you at all, because I’m not.”
She picks up her carrot between two of her manicured fingers and reaches over towards Bryan.
Britney Anders: “You have to try this carrot, it’s actually really good.”
He took her hand in his own, and just held it for a moment. He lifted her hand to his mouth, and took a bite of the carrot with a wink.
Bryan Blaze: You really don’t have to change on my account.
He reaches down, and pulls away the Whirlwind Championship, placing it on the table.
Bryan Blaze: We have this, afterall.
Britney’s eyes again move to the championship, almost as if she’s in a trance over it until Bryan takes another bite of her carrot, the crunching noise pulls her attention back to him.
Britney Anders: “And at the end of the night, you’re still going to have it. I’ll be front row, as your guest, watching...and I promise to cheer louder than anyone else.”
She pulls her carrot back and pops the last bite into her mouth.
Britney Anders: “Do you need anything in preparation for the match? Besides that salad that looks like it’s three days past expiration?”
Britney laughs and picks up her second carrot.
Bryan shares in the laugh, seemingly not very interested in his chosen food. He watched Britney with a smile and would smirk at her question.
Bryan Blaze: I think having a beautiful woman front and center for my successful title defense has me in pretty good shape. After the match though, that could be a different story.
Britney Anders: “Well we can talk about what happens after the match, after you successfully retain...THIS, right?”
With a smirk, she pats the championship once more, leaving the champion to make a decision.
Bryan grabs hold of the Championship, and pulls it a few inches closer to him. Now it is he who seems to be in a trance as he stares at it closely. He then, seemingly snaps out of it.
Bryan Blaze: Right. I came this far, I’m not going to drop this in my first match as Champion. I’m going to hold onto this for a long time.
Blaze smiles once again as he finally digs into his salad, a look of hesitation washes over him despite his strong words.
Blaze hands the Whirlwind Championship to the official whom proudly raises it high in the air with both hands to signify that's the prize due the winner. The allure of the title glimmers in Sam's eye while Joe nods his head and motions around his waist like it was already his. Blaze shakes his head and steps forward, he looks to Sam and then Joe. Inaudibly he mouths at them, though you could very clearly read his lips;
“I DARE you, to take that from me!”
With that the bell had sounded, Joe quickly took Sam by the arm and whipped him across the ring. He nodded at Blaze to “get ready”, he ducked down and...Blaze just shrugged at him. Sam stopped short right in front of him, and together the two of them took Joe by an arm and slung him to the mat with a double hip toss! Joe visually cursed the two who just shooed him away!
Thatcher: Why on Earth would Joe think anyone would work with him?
Mynx: Especially Sam and Bryan of all people? Serves him right, he's a jerk!
Sam and Blaze turned their attention to each other as they joined in a roman knuckle tie-up. Sam pushed herself into Blaze, bridging him to the mat briefly until Blaze kipped up to reverse the pressure toward her. Sam shot Blaze a quick headbutt to break his concentration and give herself the momentum advantage again – when Joe came back from behind to wreck the tie up! He smacked the back of Blaze's head then bowed up to Sam. Unbeknownst to him was Blaze quickly got behind the misogynistic ungentleman and winked at Sam. Sam stared Joe down, completely stoic and unfazed, she pushed Joe then Blaze yelled “NOW!” and the two of them grabbed Joe and THREW him over the top rope, to a loud POP! Blaze and Sam dust off their hands as Joe makes an unceremonious thud on the floor.
Thatcher: Wonder if those two were a garbage person in a past life because they did a great job taking out the trash...
Mynx: That's their way of saying Joe doesn't belong and they want this match for themselves.
There was no time for celebration though as Sam quickly stole Blaze' surprise, quickly going behind him and lifting him up and sending him crashing to the mat shoulders first with a beautiful belly-to-back suplex, keeping her hands locked around Blaze' waist to hold his shoulders cleanly to the mat;
1!
2 – Blaze kicked out!
Mynx: Who would have thought the first person to come to Suplex Boulevard this evening would be Bryan...
Thatcher: I don't think Sam had a preference honestly. She craves that title and whether she pins Bryan or Joe, that's all she's going to see.
On his kick out, Blaze pivoted his hips such that both legs were on Sam's right side. He stomped at her arm twice before wrapping his legs around it and twisting, slinging Sam away from him just a bit. Like a cross between a hurricanrana or a dragon screw, but on an arm? Either way, it was the kind of ingenuity the Gimnasio had come to expect from their inaugural champion. Sam got back to her feet quick enough, shaking off her arm in the process. She wasted little time in coming right back to Blaze whom wasted little time in yet another kip up, this time into a sort of pelé kick, only to her...you guessed it...right arm!
Blaze stood there in front of her with a thumbs up and a cheeky grin...while holding her arm, Sam slowly nodded at Blaze and his antics tonight.
Thatcher: I wonder if this is what she expected when she wanted that match with him?
Calmly, she brought one hand up facing Blaze, the message was clear. “Bring it”, in no uncertain terms. Blaze smirked confidently as he approached Sam, a smirk that quickly faded as she reached out and took him to the mat by his arm with the speed and intensity of a...blaze...quickly she tucked his arm between her legs and brought her hands around his face, crossface style. She pulled back on the hold eliciting a muffled gasp from Blaze until Blaze shifted his weight to the right side, pinning her shoulders to the mat;
1!
2 – with a pair of powerful leg thrusts, Sam fights her center of gravity to bring it back to a normal seated position, once again placing Blaze back into the crossface!
Sam once again pulls back on the hold, to which this time Blaze kicks his feet backwards, tagging the bottom rope in the process. The referee calls for the break;
1!
Sam cleanly breaks the hold!
Just as she stood back up, Blaze swept his leg, sending her right back to the mat. Blaze stood up instead, using the ropes to quickly assist him – when Joe Jones sprung up on the ring apron, guillotining Blaze off the top rope! Blaze gasps for air as Joe ducks back down to the floor, leaving Sam just to see a choking Blaze. From behind she swoops in, she lifts him up, and crashes him to the mat with “Nightfall” (Tazzmissionplex)! Quickly she drops down into a firm lateral press over the champ as the official counts the fall;
1!
2!
…
Joe Jones pulls her out of the ring to break the count!
Mynx: For the second time in as many matches, Joe Jones has cost Sam Tolson the title!
Thatcher: It's like Biorhythm all over again! ...Run, Joe. Run.
There was no love lost there at all as Joe just slapped Sam right across her face, blatantly disrespecting everything she stood for and worked to achieve! Sam turned her head right back to Joe, staring him down without so much as blinking even once. Unlike with Blaze, this one was not about “being the best”. This one was far personal. Joe reared back and slapped her once again! Again, Sam did a spit take; but her attention was unwavering. With a series of punches, Sam LIT Joe the hell up, rights and lefts, lefts and rights, dotting him up and down from his chest to waist that he'd look like a paint-by-numbers by the end of the night! Joe started to cover up, but Sam instead took his hand and whipped him across the floor and into the barricade, his hips breaking his impact onto the cold steel! Without even having a chance to unfold, Sam followed him right in scoring a Yakuza kick to the back of his head that left him reeling! Joe draped himself over the barricade, but that wasn't enough to get away as Sam grabbed him by the top of his pants and pulled him away from the steel, and threw him down on the floor! Slowly, he started to crawl away, Sam watching his every move. His pathetic every move.
Thatcher: What is she...waitaminute. The “Mind Your Head”!
She purposefully let Joe put some distance between the two before pointing down at her knee. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. She waited for Joe to sit up on his knees before barreling at him! Joe snapped out of it as she closed on him, he stepped up to his feet, Sam brought her knee up to meet him – but Joe planted an uppercut right to her chest, causing an echo to ring out into the Gimnasio!
Mynx: Shades of Force of Will!
But wait. Sam was still standing? Echo? Why was Joe holding his hand...
Sam steps back, and reaches under her top, showing an aluminum plate that has a suspiciously similar dent in it that looks about like Joe's fist...
Mynx: That's one way to block a breast punch...
Thatcher: She knew Joe would try something again, and she was ready for him!
She shook her head at Joe, almost disappointed that he'd try the same thing from a month ago. Almost, because honestly this is Joe Jones, who is really surprised by it? Joe held his bum hand in his good hand, the pain was throbbing all over it. He couldn't even make a fist. Sam didn't seem to care though as she picked him up in that package piledriver position, she lifted him, and then spiked him on his head with the “Victory Drop Alpha”(Trapper Keeper Bomb)! Joe's eyes rolled to the back of his head, as a look of certain satisfaction came over Sam's face. Satisfaction...then sadistic urges. She stood right back up, bringing Joe's deadweight with her. Leveling him with a kick to the gut, she shoved his head between her legs, once again bringing him up...and down with a second “Victory Drop Alpha”!
Mynx: That's been a long, long time coming.
Thatcher: Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy...
Without even hooking the leg, Sam makes the emphatic cover, the official dropping down to make the count;
1!
2!
…
…
Indeed, as the Gimnasio cheered, from the inside of the ring Blaze vaulted himself over the top rope, landing onto Sam's pinfall with a picture-esque shooting star press! With Blaze on top of the two, the referee counts the fall;
1!
2!
Sam kicks out!
The shift of the kickout knocks Blaze out of position, and now we're back to where we started...
Sam sits up, nodding her head at Blaze as he stands over her. This was what was meant to be. Blaze nails Sam with an elbow to the face, rocking her! He pulls her up to her feet, then nails her with a second, and a third elbow strike right across the face! Sam looks a little glazed over as Blaze steps back, steps up, tagging her at the side of her face with an enziguri that sends her back down! Blaze lets out a heavy breath then starts to cov – when Sam kips up herself, leveling Blaze with a toe kick and a snap DDT, right on the floor!
Thatcher: I don't think anything could stop Sam here tonight!
Mynx: It's said that a person's destiny often isn't set in stone, that their...force of will...can often be strong enough to change the course of fate.
The Gimnasio was really starting to get behind Sam now for her valiant efforts and never-say-die personality, it was like she could do no wrong! She sat up, more than a little dazed after the several headshots from Blaze, but she knew what she had to do. She knew what she was put here on this night, to do. Seemingly willing herself to her feet, she stood up, she belted out a screech at Blaze, “GET UP!” Whether on a instinct or habit the cry brought Blaze to his feet. He stumbled a bit, but Sam punched him one square on the jaw, then brought his head between her legs, as she began to lift him up...
Thatcher: She hits this, and it's all over.
Blaze leapt out of the clutches of the feared “Victory Drop Alpha” to the barricade, springboarding back to her with “The Heatwave” (Springboard Enziguri), which sent her right to the floor! Blaze collapses over her just as the adrenaline runs dry...
1!
2!
Mynx: Hey, who turned out the lights?!
Thatcher: Where are you going with that, we need that!
Need what? When the lights come back on, a trio of masked individuals in full-fledged riot gear stood behind Blaze, cracking the back of his head with a TV monitor that surely was taken from the desk! One of the masked individuals seems to direct traffic as they order the other two to grab the [now out on his feet] Blaze by the arms and pick him up in a joint cross-powerbomb, flinging him down against the ring apron!!
Mynx: What is this!!
Thatcher: Did you see the way Blaze' neck just snapped back on the impact?!
Blaze falls in a heap at the masked individuals feet, but they don't seem done. Just as Sam sits up in a haze of blurred vision, the one directing traffic cracks the same monitor over her head, putting her out! Together all three drag Sam to the announce table. The two of them begin to pick her up, while the third mocks and taunts her with a loud, guttural sound, something along the lines of “OOOOOOHHHHH!! AAAHHHHHHH!!” The two pick up Sam and place her on the third's shoulders, slamming her down on top of the announce table in a brutal, triple powerbomb!!
Thatcher: Wait........
Mynx: Was that really...?
The trio stood over Sam with their fists all lined up together, then with their free hands they removed their masks...
Bianca Davis.
Veronica Taylor.
Jacob Hotstuff.
The Upper Class.............
Thatcher: Oh my [expletive] God you have GOT to be kidding me!
Mynx: That, that's not possib......
Thatcher: Clearly it is, we're witnessing it. The Upper Class strikes again!
Amid the chaos, Joe Jones finally, finally, starts to blindly stir, seeing only a glimmer of what appears to be Sam rested over the broken announce table, he pulled himself to her, draping an arm over her as he arrived. The Upper Class, peacefully, backs away from the pin as the referee makes the count;
1!
2!
3!
Thatcher: What...did that just.....??
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match as a result of a pinfall...and NNNEEEEWWWWW!! Whirlwind Champion.................”Double J”! Joe!! Jones!!!
The referee laid the Whirlwind Championship across Joe's chest the Gimnasio comes UNGLUED at what just happened! Blaze, Tolson...The Upper Class just dictated who could be the champion! What does this mean? Does Joe Jones have The Upper Class in his back pocket? Is Joe Jones a PART OF The Upper Class? Was it passing coincidence?
Mynx: What did we just witness??
Thatcher: Joe Jones is a top champion what even is this timeline we're on? Is this even planet Earth?
Mynx: Killed by Sam, shunned by Bryan, he's the black sheep of pro wrestling...yet now we have to acknowledge Joe freakin Jones as our Whirlwind Champion.......
None of the three are even stirring after the war they just shared, only The Upper Class stood by cackling manically at how they controlled the landscape. Just like life-away-from-wrestling – the rich, powerful, and influential determine who gets richer, and who remains struggling for survival. The boos are real. The boos are loud. Deafening. What The Upper Class has done on this night is sure to be a moment to live on in infamy for years to come inside of the Whirlwind.
Mynx: I'm still without words, Derrick.
Thatcher: I'm right there with you, Nikki. The course of the company has been altered by three athletes' own ego and loathing towards other fellow man. And I'm afraid for what it means for us.
Mynx: The Upper Class was stopped earlier tonight. But what we thought was a stoppage turned out to only be a hiccup. They really do rule the roost.
Thatcher: No. No way, I refuse to believe we live in a world where the Jacob Hotstuffs and Veronica Taylors are king and queen. Somebody, anybody, who can end The Upper Class once and for all?
Mynx: Can anyone truly end class?
Thatcher: My partner asking the real questions here. Folks, we'll see you next month with the answers to this, hopefully, and more!
“The first battle has been won in this Great Class War.”
The voice of Pendragon rang out loud and clear as the camera pans to the locker room. Pendragon was sitting in a black steel chair, still in his bodysuit and ring gear with a towel hanging over his head. Stands of long brown hair fell over his face, kept there in part because of the towel keeping his true identity concealed as he kept his head low and looking towards the ground.
“Just like I said before; every battle is won before it's ever fought. Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. But just like Napoleon in all his arrogance The So-Called Upper Class thought they were above the Art of War; superior. Threads of Disloyalty proved to be their Waterloo. But I'll give you credit Jacob; you managed to surprise me a second time and let me be very clear when I say that doesn't happen very often...”
The camera panned ever so slightly to reveal a nearby bench, upon it sat the mask he wore earlier, singed and burned from a fireball. Part of the eye holes were burned away as well as some marks around the nose and a small section on the right side where his jaw would be upon wearing. With a heavy sigh he shifts his head ever so slightly, his body language giving away a clue that his eyes had likely shifted towards it.
“You tried to burn me; you tried to erase a symbol I've been working hard to establish. You tried to rob me of my right to exist as I am. You took a gamble thinking you could win the war by capturing the proverbial flag and to your credit you almost pulled it off. Many luchadores and wrestlers have lost their masks throughout history but almost always did it come as part of a wager agreed upon by all sides. But of course tradition and honor are lost upon the likes of those who never adhered to the rules a day in their lives. To think that you had a shred of honor or even an ounce of confidence to place your money where your mouth is; that is an error on my part.
The rule you broke is an important, if unspoken rule. You don't shave a man or a woman's hair before or after a match, you don't steal their belongings from the locker room, you don't take championships without first earning them... and you don't ever take a competitor's mask. Everything in that ring is earned; there are no hand outs and there are no exceptions. These basic tenants, these rules of war if you will, have been embedded in the very fabric of this profession since the very beginning and just like every rule or law there are consequences for breaking the rules of engagement.”
He placed his hands together forming a pyramid with his fingers as he slowly leaned forward in his chair.
“Just be aware that if you plan on making a conflict personal you better have your own house and affairs in order first. If you're going to fire a shot of that magnitude then you should be prepared to be shot in return; just as only the ones who should put others in peril are those prepared to be imperiled themselves. Whether or not you took those calculations into account Jacob; you are now bound to accept whatever happens next. You should never awaken a sleeping dragon...”
He lifts his head just enough for the camera to catch his chin and his jaw from the upper lip down. A grin slowly forms as he speaks with an unsettling and chilling calmness within his voice.
“...because that's how you get burned.”
The Whirlwind logo appears over the screen as the show draws to a close.
Thatcher: Good evening everyone welcome to our third ever Pay-Per-View extravaganza, Threads of Disloyalty! Thank you for inviting us into your homes again, I’m Derrick Thatcher and I’ll be your voice of the night!
Mynx: And I’m Nikki Mynx, I’ll help keep Derrick on top of his game! You could almost hear her bat her eyes at him. On a more serious note, I’m excited for this! We have an actual reporter here to field questions about a certain hot topic as of late, the MMA to wrestling and wrestling to MMA crossover we’ve been witnessing of late.
In the ring there was a white Persian rug being rolled out over the mat followed by a fold-out coffee table with a giant Baumer Report logo on it. A female stagehand came into the ring with a pair of white coffee mugs, with - you guessed it - a Baumer Report logo on those as well. Completing the set was a pair of steel barstools with a black vinyl cover over the top of them and, yes, a Baumer Report logo stretched over the top of those too.
Mynx: So, we think this guy might report for Cassandra Baumer, yeah? What ever could have given us that idea…
Thatcher: It’s all about that brand recognition though. Baldwin is clearly proud to promote his brand, and I for one respect that kind of dedication.
Baldwin steps up to the ring steps and briefly closes his eyes, then on the longest note from the sax he opens them again and jogs up the steps, his head held high and confident! A pair of stagehands held the ring ropes open for him as he climbed inside the ring before taking the mic as the best saxophone solo of all time faded away.
Baldwin Knight: How’s everyone doing tonight?!
The Gimnasio roared to life, clearly in a good mood to start this show.
Baldwin Knight: Wow. It’s so surreal, at one point not long ago I used to be a guy writing about wrestling on the internet and now here I am not only writing for Baumer Report, but also right here, in this ring, an official Whirlwind microphone in my hands. What a life! I never imagined this could happen. Okay, enough of my soppy reflections, you all paid to hear me get down to business, so let’s get crackin!
It seems almost on a daily basis we’re seeing former octagon fighters go to the squared circle, and vice versa, and I know in my case I want to know why? If you’re good at one thing, why would you take a chance on losing that money to start over in an all new profession? Sure there’s some similarities, and I understand I’m looking at things in a basic financial frame of mind and that might very well be too black-and-white to look at things from. So that’s why tonight, my guest will be one of Whirlwind’s top new breakout stars, a man with a truly unparalleled success in the octagon. A man that boasts of a one-hundred-twenty-nine win record and absolutely zero losses. And all one-hundred-twenty-nine of those wins came from first round knockout. That in itself is truly phenomenal, unheard of. The man is MAX Danger, and he is a legend of mixed martial arts...let’s bring him out and learn the why of his decision to jump away from the sport he unquestionably dominated and jump into a fresh pool.
~Scannin the scene, in the city tonight
Lookin for you, to start up a fight!~
Lookin for you, to start up a fight!~
Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy” blasts into the Gimnasio, to which the Gimnasio returns the same enthusiasm to MAX after his single handed fending off of Leon Tyrell just one month ago! Baldwin claps for the big MMA veteran as he slaps some hands in the front row on his way down the aisle with his wife Francine. He was wearing a black pair of track pants and no shirt, but with a gray blazer hung open over his large frame while she was wearing a form-fitting blue dress with black trim. Just as MAX gets to ringside, he looks up and takes a quick breath, then with no hands, he jumps from the floor to the ring apron to a pop as well as Baldwin’s widening eyes. MAX pushes down on the top rope and strides over it. Francine takes the simpler route up the steps and into the ring between the bottom and middle ropes.
Baldwin Knight: MAX! Welcome to The Knightline, I’m glad I could get you on here today. Please, have a seat. And you as well, Miss ...is it Danger?
She mouthed to him, “Just call me Francine.”
MAX looked down at the smaller stool and gave a short laugh before taking Baldwin up on his offer.
Thatcher: MAX sure is a big guy…
Mynx: Isn’t he though? Kinda dreamy too…
Thatcher: Uhm, you’re still married Nikki...and so is MAX as a matter of fact. For crying out loud he brought her with him tonight even.
MAX Danger: Thanks for having me. I’ve gotten quite a few mentions ever since my surprise debut at Biorhythm asking me why I decided to make such a drastic professional change in my life.
Baldwin Knight: Well you’re in luck, that’s exactly why we’re here. First thing is first, what I and everyone else wants to know...why Whirlwind Wrestling of all places? You own a mixed martial arts record that is the stuff of legends, you could literally work anywhere you wanted. And you choose the monthly start-up down here in Mexico. So the big question is...why?
MAX Danger: Well that...the answer is really quite simple honestly. Like many people here, I know a certain worm that is the most obnoxiously eye-twitching excuse for a human being. I think you know whom I refer to, that man is someone I’ve been chasing all over the globe for the past seven years to finally knock this guy...and his fur coats...the hell out! That man of course, is the Hollywood B-List clown himself...Jacob Hotstuff. And after the way he’s tormented my beautiful Francine over the past several years, I can’t think of anyone that wouldn’t want to see that snake get what’s coming to him!
Francine steps up behind MAX and places her hands on his shoulders, gently caressing them as he spoke.
Mynx: Is there anyone left in the world that doesn’t want to beat up Jacob? Poor guy.
Thatcher: He brings it on himself…
MAX Danger: That’s the end game though. While I’m here, when Toby Knight reached out to me over Twitter, we talked about entertainment, we talked about making moments. That’s when I realized the octagon got stale for me because I couldn’t be beaten. I could retire from that fight as a legend and no one could dispute that. But I’m still just in my thirties, I ain’t done fighting yet! Do I got another championship run in me? Sure. Why not? The sky's the limit, you know? But I ain’t in a hurry to get there. We got all these guys on the Whirlwind roster here, many have been wrestling for as long as I’ve been fighting, but this here isn’t my yard yet. It’s theirs. I gotta earn my stripes so to speak, you know?
Baldwin gave MAX a round of applause before bringing the microphone back to his lips. A sentiment shared by the Gimnasio. It must have been nice to hear someone come in and be humble and not demanding of a title shot and main event paychecks...
Baldwin Knight: How noble of you. Your name is one that could surely headline everywhere, but you’re happy just being a part of the show. Okay, next question, you’ve had the shocking debut appearance, and after last month at Force of Will, you had the first singles match of your new career with Leon Tyrell. He’s a pleasant guy…
Francine reached down to take the microphone from MAX, answering this one for her man.
Francine Danger: Can I just say something? I was excited for Leon’s first match with my man as a fan, I thought Leon’s years of experience would have been a welcome sight to work together with MAX. Like he’d help my guy work hard and deliver some of those unforgettable moments that he talked about with Toby, you know? But then we saw what happened…
MAX reached up and took the microphone back from his wife.
MAX Danger: Man, it ain’t even that serious. I’m gonna be respectful to that ring, and everyone I’m blessed to step in this ring with, you know? That’s business. If Leon doesn’t share that same respect, that’s fine, that’s his right you know? But we know how that ended up for him…
Just as MAX finished, a still image of Leon taking MAX’ “Let’s Get Dangerous” knockout punch is put up on the projection screen, eliciting a chuckle from the crowd at the sight.
Baldwin Knight: That was a classic case of overcompensating by Leon that I don’t think...or hope...he’ll be repeating any time soon. If he’s up to fighting you again.
MAX Danger: If he wants a round two, I’m game. He knows where to find me…
Francine took her man’s microphone again.
Francine Danger: I’m not sure he even knows what size his cheek was supposed to be pre-swelling honestly. He looked in a bad way at the end of the fight.
Baldwin Knight: So you’d have no problem fighting Leon Tyrell again? With or without the three minute limit? Is there any stipulation you’d prefer, being that you’re still new to our business?
MAX took the microphone back from Francine.
MAX Danger: Look, man, honestly I don’t have a preference. I’ma go hit the bag, run the treadmill, pump the weights the same as I would any other fight. Whether it’s Leon wanting to get knocked out again. Whether it’s the Whirlwind Champion Bryan Blaze…
BAY BAY!”
The three of them can’t help but smirk at the reaction Bryan Blaze has managed to cultivate with them after just a single match.
MAX Danger: That’s right. Or what if it’s Samantha Tolson?
”YES!”
“YES!”
“YES!”
“YES!”
“YES!”
Francine leaned over MAX’ shoulder to speak into his microphone.
Francine Danger: Everyone like that one huh? I know you all want to see my man finally catch Jacob...but what about the resident masked strategist, Pendragon?
”DRA-GON!”
“DRA-GON!”
“DRA-GON!”
Baldwin paused, seemingly just taking in the reactions of the Gimnasio and their self-elected favorites.
Thatcher: Sure is a lot of great dream matches for MAX Danger to jumpstart his wrestling career.
Mynx: We’ll see. He’s had literally one match. Before we start lining up dream matches, let’s wait and see how he handles his first six months.
Thatcher: You know, salt is not a good look on you. But you have a point, let’s see how MAX handles his first few matches before we call him the next big thing.
Baldwin Knight: Alright, alright, let’s get to the grit of this talkshow. What has been the toughest transition you’ve had to make from the octagon to now? I know you said you approach every fight the same, but there has to be some kind of at least mental preparation that’s a bit different, right? Talk to us.
MAX Danger: You’d think so, but honestly?
MAX is cut off before he can even finish the thought as…
As “Bulletproof” players over the intercom system.
Thatcher: “Here we go.”
The song is left playing for a good fifteen seconds before Leon finally steps out from the back.
Mynx: “There he is, and might I say, looking well-rested.
Leon stands at the top of the aisle in his ring-gear starting down at all the folks in the ring. He doesn’t seem to be in any sort of a hurry, instead electing to soak in the atmosphere and disdain of the crowd. After what feels like an eternity Leon finally starts to walk down to the ring as the song enters it’s first chorus. However he stops halfway there, electing again to draw it out and make everyone run on “Leon time.” He locks eyes with MAX and taps the side of his face where took not one, but two hard knock-out punches from the MMA legend.
MAX invites Leon into the ring with Francine backing him up. Leon moves closer to the ring and shouts up at MAX: “This is my ring, my business, my show.” At long last he heads to the stairs and climbs up them, and goes between the middle rope.
Baldwin Knight: “Ladies and gentlemen, Leon Tyre-”
Leon cuts him off and leans in. He whispers into Baldwin’s ear. He don’t catch it all, but “do it again, and do it right” is caught amongst other words. Leon steps away from Baldwin and gestures for him to go ahead.
Baldwin Knight: Ahem. “Please welcome, gracing us from the Florida Keys. He is always handsome and stylish, he brings the slaughter and steals your daughter; the winner of tonight’s opening match, the next Whirlwind Champion, the Industry Standard, Leon Tyyyyreeellllllllll!!!!”
Mynx: “What an intro! Dreamy Leon is dreamy!”
Leon climbs the top rope and drinks it in.
Francine: “You know saying a bunch of stupid things doesn’t make it true.”
Leon shoots a death-stare at Mrs. Danger and hops down off the ropes. He approaches her, but it’s MAX Danger who calmly steps between them. He takes the microphone from his wife, Leon points at her and makes an inaudible threat.”
MAX Danger: “Leon, I know you get off on fighting women, but this lady right here doesn’t even need me to stand between the two of ya. But I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t knock you the Hell out for stepping to my wife like that.”
Leon reaches his arm out for Knight to hand him a microphone.
Leon Tyrell: “Then maybe don’t parade her around here and put her in...Danger. This isn’t the octagon MAX, and out here accidents happen.”
MAX Danger: “Are you threatening my wife?”
MAX bumps Leon wish his chest. Baldwin Knight, with a fresh microphone, gets between them and breaks up the tension.
Baldwin Knight: “Gentlemen please. Now MAX, Leon has a match in a few moments, I’m sure he doesn’t want to fight you right now.”
MAX Danger: “Smart, because he knows I’d knock his punk-ass out again.”
The crowd erupts; the comment leaves Leon seething.
Baldwin Knight: “And to that, Leon if you aren’t out here to fight MAX then why even come at all? We were all but wrapping up until you had to take your sweet time coming out here. Obviously you have something you want to say to MAX?”
Leon: “Look it’s simple. MAX you wanna talk about respect, in fact it seems that’s all anyone harps on about. Respect me, respect you, give it to get it, and on and on and on and it’s tiresome. The truth is MAX I do respect you; I can’t do what you do when you step into the octagon, but we’d also be different weight classes huh? We’d never cross paths. You were a monster in the octagon, I give you mad props for that.
But when you come out here, into this squared-circle, that respect goes out the window. I don’t respect MAX Danger the wrestler because you aren’t one. You’re another MMA guy who’s too old to go anymore, so you want to make the transition to wrestler where you don’t have to cut and diet and train six months for one fight. You want to live off your MMA accolades and get a big paycheck while you do it. Whirlwind is once a month MAX, what do you do between shows? Probably nothing but train huh? But guys like me, we have to work other promotions and travel our asses off just to make ends meet and keep this dream alive. You don’t put in the same as the rest of us, so I’ll be damned if I take a backseat to the next big goon off the MMA assembly line who wants an EZ Pass to the top.”
Baldwin Knight: “MAX, your response?”
Instead it’s Francine who takes the microphone from her husband.
Francine: “What do you know huh? Maybe if you were a better wrestler and a top guy, you could afford to wrestle once a month! You been doing this for what, fifteen years or somethin’, and you got nothing to show for it? So what if my man only works once a month...you jealous you have to work six times as much for the same check MAX gets?”
Leon: “And what do you know? I love doing this night in and night out, and even if I was a top dog I promise you I wouldn’t be working the arrive, suplex, conquer, repeat schedule. I assure you.
MAX takes the microphone back.
MAX Danger: “Leon, it sounds like you just have a chip on your shoulder and you can’t stomach the fact I’m better at this than you. We could have put on a clinic, but instead you let that ego of yours run wild and you wanted to knock me out. I know that right hand jostled your noggin a bit, but come on man what were you thinking?”
Leon: “It was a mistake, and that’s why I came out here before my match. MAX, I want you again at the next show. It’s gonna be a wrestling match, and I’m going to wrestle circles around you. Leon Tyrell, MAX Danger, PRIDE Fighting Rules! You can’t last for five, five minute rounds of intense action with the greatest to never have held a top championship...”
Leon licks his lips and extends a hand. The crowd is hot for the potential encounter, but MAX is obviously hesitant. He does eventually accept, leading to a huge pop from the crowd.
Thatcher: “So is that official? Leon and MAX next month in a PRIDE Fighting Rules Match?”
Mynx: “I hope Leon’s face is okay this time!”
MAX disengages and moves to leave with Francine. Without warning Leon ducks down and tackles at MAX. He takes out the bigger man with a chop block to the back of the knee.
Thatcher: “Oh come on, what the Hell?”
Baldwin quickly grabs Francine and ducks out of the ring with her despite her protests. MAX grabs at his knee and Leon works over his back with some stomps. He backs off, letting MAX crawl to the middle of the ring as he tries to regain composure on his tweaked leg. Leon rushes in, catching a basement dropkick to the side of MAX’s head. MAX takes the dropkick to the face hard and square and goes down like a ton of bricks, clearly he wasn’t expecting Leon Tyrell’s sneak attack!
Mynx: “Brains and beauty.”
Leon seamlessly transitions down to MAX’ tree trunk-like leg, taking the ankle in his hands, twisting, before sitting into the grapevine’d ankle lock! MAX can be heard letting out a grunt as Leon screams for him to tap - but only getting Katy Perry’s “Bigger Than Me” for his troubles!
Mynx: Lisa Lightning for the save?
Thatcher: Word is Lisa and MAX have been cultivating a little friendship based on athleticism and respect, I’m not too surprised she wouldn’t let Leon get too much of a jump on her friend!
Lisa sprinted down the aisle way then at ringside jumped up to land a perfect dive between the bottom and middle ropes, her form not touching either the whole time. She lands the dive on her two hands, into a handstand, and into a hurricanrana on the just-standing Leon that sent him sprawling across the ring!
Mynx: Woosh, that’s what we’d call nothing but net...uhh, if we were playing basketball I guess. But since she slung Leon across the ring, I can’t really approve...
Thatcher: Some of the greatest athleticism I’ve seen in years, that could have ended very, very poorly for her had she been off by even a fraction of an inch. But Lisa shows she knows her way around just fine, maybe even suggesting a bit of a gymnastics background.
Mynx: No doubt, but it’s gonna take far more than flashy gymnastics to defeat a competitor the caliber of Leon Tyrell!
Lisa bends down to check on MAX then gets back to her feet as she’s ready to strike, just in time for Leon to stumble his way to his feet.
Leon Tyrell vs Lisa Lightning
Lisa wasted no time in approaching Leon, sending him back to the mat with a beautiful standing dropkick. She fell over him for a quick cover, with Leon kicking out before the one, and Lisa getting back to her feet, ready to catch Leon with a legsweep just as he stood, which sent him back to the mat on his back! Leon wisely rolled out of the ring under the bottom rope in an effort to change up the tempo of the opening to a pace more suitable to his liking. Lisa observed him and with a quick nod of her head, she sprinted to the opposite ropes, then rebounded from those to the other side, nailing Leon chest first with a baseball slide with an impact sending him half way toward the barricade!
For a brief moment we watch MAX Danger, take a seat alongside Derrick Thatcher and Nikki Mynx on commentary.
Thatcher: Leon tried to get some separation, but Lisa isn't having any of it. Looks like she came prepared.
Danger: Well she did have a pretty good teacher. You could almost hear the wink in his voice!
Pleased with her handiwork, Lisa got back to her feet and nodded at Leon once more. Backing up from the ropes, she runs up the near corner to the top, then leaps off of them, crashing down onto Leon with a front senton – but Leon rolled out of the way leaving Lisa to collide with the floor in a ghastly fall leaving the Gimnasio in a stunned moment of silence!
Mynx: I knew Mister Dreamy would find a way to take the wind from her sails!
Leon sat up, not before looking at Lisa sprawled across the floor. He offered her just a shake of his head before taking the time to stand up and survey his surroundings. Leon shot a glare towards his accomplished MMA rival before turning back to Lisa, picking her up by the waist and thrusting her into the ring...except he missed, and her ribs were thrust into the ring apron!
Danger: Man, ol boy just did that on purpose...
Mynx: Does it bother you? Or are you jealous you didn't think of anything so clever? How's your leg anyway, big guy?
Thatcher: Regardless, maybe Leon shouldn't be sending messages to anyone not directly involved in this match, right? He should focus on not going oh and two this soon into his Whirlwind career.
Lisa's face told the all the story you needed to know. The agony as Leon shoved her, “accidentally” as he'd have you believe, into the ring apron before, finally, rolling her in under the bottom rope. He slid in right after her and covered her in a deep lateral press, his eyes though locked on MAX the entirety of the count;
1!
2!
Lisa kicked out!
She did kick out, but not without a wheeze as her hands naturally moved to hold her midsection. Leon stood up, turning his attention back to Lisa, his eyes trailing down her leg...and that's when he saw it. Her ankle. With a smirk he motioned at MAX “this one is for you big guy!” and to her ankle he went, stomping it twice prompting a yelp from her before he took it, dragging her to the rope and placing it over the bottom rope. Quickly he jumped outside and grabbed her foot, pulling and twisting it around the rope as Lisa screamed in pain! The referee seeing this, warned Leon over her foot clearly being in the rope! Leon didn't even look up at the referee, prompting him to issue his five count;
1!
2!
3!
4!
5 – Leon finally releases her foot!
Danger: Pathetic. Sad and pathetic – the Leon Tyrell story.
Mynx: You can't say that about The Industry Standard...
Thatcher: It's not exactly sporting, but Leon knows the rules. And he's using them to his advantage as best as he can. Welcome to pro wrestling, Lisa Lightning!
Lisa pulled her foot in close to her, it was throbbing, but she knew she wasn't about to give up so soon! Leon hopped back up on the apron and watched as Lisa slowly got to a knee. As she started to stand, her injured foot buckled, prompting a laugh from Leon before entering the ring. She sat up on a knee once more, she looked up to Leon with perseverance in her eyes, to which Leon merely placed his foot on her shoulder, and pushed her backwards, almost effortlessly, once again eliciting a chuckle from himself! He was the only one laughing though.
But once more, Lisa Lightning sat up! She pushed herself to a knee, and then to her feet...err, foot, she hobbled on her good foot as she stared at Leon with a flash of defiance in her eyes! Leon looked straight past her, his eyes focused on MAX Danger – until he felt a slap to the side of his head!
Thatcher: Looks like Leon Tyrell needs to be focusing on his opponent in the ring, not the one next month...
Mynx: He's multi-talented, he can do both.
Danger: I'd be surprised if he could even walk and chew gum simultaneously to be honest.
Her slaps finally caught his attention. He turned his face to match hers as she brought her bad leg to roundhouse kick – but this one Leon caught – until Lisa brought her other leg around to tag Leon behind the ear with a standing enziguri! On the landing Lisa touched down on her bad foot first, crumpling under the impact! Leon was half-dazed, that kick caught him really, really good!
Thatcher: And that's why you don't take your eye off the prize...Lisa Lightning is a credible threat and she is making Leon pay for not giving her the proper due she has earned as a competitor!
Mynx: You two men assuming such a hunky piece of man meat is too simple minded to do two things...hmph! So mean.
Danger: Well, is he capable of that? Looks to me like he's out on his ass if I'm bein' honest...
The referee bends down to check on Leon as Lisa sits back up, ready to continue and finally put this match away. Leon slowly starts to stagger up while Lisa approaches him, lighting his chest up with a straight razor-edge chop to the chest! Leon's dazed face turns to one mixed with stun and agony as Lisa strikes with the speed of...uhh, lightning. Another chop! And a third! His chest turns up to four bright shades of red as Lisa backs him up to the ropes, before finishing the sequence with a high knee strike, buried DEEP into his own gut, hunching him over as he gasps for air! Lisa grabs him in a front facelock, and drives him headfirst into the mat with a textbook, picture-perfect, spike DDT! Leon takes the full impact and lies on the mat, flat on his back as Lisa sits up. She turns to Leon...and then to the roaring approval of the Gimnasio who seem to be powering her comeback!
Danger: She's doing it. She's really doing it. I'm so proud of you Lisa!
Thatcher: Leon threw some of his smartest ring awareness tactics at her, and she fought back against it all. She never gave up.
She stood up, albeit favoring her foot a little bit. She pointed first at Leon, and then to the corner one more time almost as if she was asking what they wanted to see.
They all wanted to see...lightning, chaining across the sky.
Gingerly she walks to the corner, then carefully she climbs her way up the second rope and then the top. She looks down over Leon and take a deep breath, noticeably putting less pressure on the bad foot before she leaps into the air! She makes a full rotation a la shooting star press, finishing the sequence with her feet pointed right down at Leon.
Thatcher: She calls that the “Lightning Strikes”.
Danger: A Shooting Star Press into a double footstomp? Only she could harness that lightning!
BUT LEON ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!!
Lisa landed perfectly otherwise, feet first in what would have planted her deep into Leon's heart...but instead caught nothing but the mat...feet first! She crumpled to the mat on impact with a loud yelp! A yelp loud enough to turn on Leon's “hunter sense” as he swooped in behind, latching his hands around the bad foot, and a second later, he had her leg grapevined in the ankle lock from earlier, thousands in the Gimnasio letting everyone know how much they disapproved of that! But Leon didn't care!
Mynx: Beauty over brains, but my boy Leon has them both! Look at him out-smart and out-wrestle Lisa!
Thatcher: That's why they call it the high rent district, big risk, bigger rewards, and even bigger punishments. Lisa just tried to cash a bounced check!
Try as he may, he ratcheted up the tension, Lisa’s screams seeming to fuel his determination as she clawed at the mat, desperately pulling herself towards the ropes! Leon let out a guttural “come on!” as Lisa’s face turned from desperation to anguish, she raised her hand up above her head, clearly she was trying to hold on, though Leon’s screaming at her made that concentration hard to keep up. She brought her hand down, stopping just inches from the mat, fervently shaking her hand “no!” Leon’s response was to lean back, pulling on her ankle even harder, a feeling that Lisa could only respond with an ear shattering scream - but not before reaching out to clutch the bottom rope in her hand! The referee turns to Leon and urges him to break the hold;
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
From the PA: The winner of the match, as a result of a disqualification...Lisa! Lightning!!
The bell sounds frantically, the match was clearly over. But...
Even as the referee insisted to forcefully break Leon’s hold, instead Leon had other plans. While maintaining the hold, he turned and positioned himself to face MAX Danger as he pulled harder on Lisa's ankle, her screams of agony only serving to further fuel his intent! Lisa began slapping the mat furiously for some kind of much-needed relief until MAX Danger had seen enough to ripped the headset from his head and charged to the ring himself!
Leon however quickly released Lisa's ankle and rolled out under the bottom rope just as MAX entered. MAX shouted at Leon to get back here, even sitting on the middle rope and holding the middle and top ropes open to “invite his guest in”, but Leon had no interest in facing down a now clearly angry MAX Danger any more...
Thatcher: Well Lisa Lightning manages to win her debut, but thanks to Leon Tyrell, she doesn’t look like much of a winner here tonight. What a coward.
Mynx: Smart. You mean smart guy, he's leaving here looking like a winner tonight, and he got inside his opponent's head for next month. Dreamy Leon Tyrell is riding an unstoppable wave of momentum right now!
Thatcher: Message received, Leon. Message well received...
MAX shook his head at the cowardice before turning to more important matters, such as helping his friend Lisa up. He took her arm and wrapped it around his neck to help her up and keep weight off the already tender ankle as Katy Perry's “Bigger Than me” plays the two of them out.
Thatcher: You don't have to like him, but you can't argue his tactics I suppose. Leon and MAX next month is gonna be a classic in the making, one I'm sure Lisa will be watching very closely.
Mynx: Yeah, I'm sure Lisa Lightning would love to pick up some ring tips from an all-time-great like Leon, after his win...
Thatcher: Isn't one of the prerequisites to being an “all-time-great” actually holding a top championship at least one time in the past ten plus years, somewhere?
Mynx: Wow, why are you so biased? What do you have against the Industry Standard?!
Thatcher: You're one to talk. Anyway folks, this is only just the beginning, stick around for more exciting Whirlwind action!
Eight promotions sending one top representative to compete in the third-ever annual Super Falcon Cup. This year, Whirlwind Wrestling LLC is proud to be one of those represented. We’re beyond proud and honored to be invited by our Mexican sister promotion Guerreros of Lucha! to take part in this special event! We also thank them for allowing us the opportunity to be the first to premiere this commercial for their event LIVE right here at Threads of Disloyalty tonight! We wish nothing but the best of luck to everyone participating, and look forward to watching this Cup unfold over the next three months!
Oh, and one last thing? This year’s Cup will be contested under Bloodsport Rules! Which means, only submission or knockout advances to the next round!
Of course, we’re wishing a little extra luck to our representative, reigning, defending, undisputed Whirlwind Champion...Bryan Blaze (BAY BAY)! Bring that Cup back to Monterrey!
Cut to backstage. Baldwin Knight is standing just outside of Joe Jones’ room with a mic in his hand.
BK “Hello fans and in a couple of minutes I hope to speak with….”
The door opens as Baldwin is speaking.
BK “None other than Joe Jones as he takes on Samantha Tolson and our reigning WhirlWind Champion, Our first ever champion, Bryan Blaze…”
Pauses for the fans to yell “BAY BAY!”. The door closes and emerging from the bottom of the screen is The Bad Ass James Kelloggs.
“In our MAIN EVENT, HERE TONIGHT!”
James: “Baldwin…Knight…”
James looks to be hungover, death warmed over. 69 sheets to the wind. Rode hard and put away wet. I could go on and on but he looks like, well poopy. He struggles to keep his balance on his soap box that he pushes around with him to get him up in the frame of the shot. (He’s a midget if you didn’t know. Some of our new viewers might not be aware of who James Kelloggs is.)
BK “James? I’m sorry, I was…”
James places his hand on Baldwin’s chest to help him steady himself.
BK “Are you okay? Who look….oh my god! You smell awful!”
JK “It was Cinco de Mayo yesterday! And! Oh god….oh god….”
James gets a case of the dry heaves and he pulls Baldwin in closer and Baldwin is trying to push James away.
BK “Please don’t! God! Just, don’t!”
James takes a deep breath and closes his eyes and steadies himself.
JK “Oh…that was a close call Baldwin. Man! The bitches here in Mexico…dude. They are crazy! I bet this mamcita Baldwin with very big…”
James pauses, holds his finger up and……nope not puking.
JK “I bet her that I could out drink her and I’ll be a son of a gun Baldwin. She drank me right under the table!”
BK “Okay! Great? I think.”
JK “Baldwin! You should have seen her. Oh my god! I was in a heaven.”
BK “I don’t think…oh! Oh!”
James passes out and Baldwin ends up catching him in his arms. It looks like Baldwin and James are hugging just as the door opens up and steps out Double J Joe Jones. He looks at this odd pairing. Baldwin doesn’t know what to say. He just searches for the right words to speak.
Joe turns towards him and places his hand on Baldwin’s shoulder and looks him in the eye.
Joe “Be gentle with him. It’s his first time. Now if you excuse me. I have a championship to win.”
BK “No! That’s not what’s happening, wait!”
Joe is gone leaving Baldwin all alone with a drunken James Kelloggs.
BK “uhmm. Help?”
[Earlier Today]
The cameras open up backstage to a shot of a young woman walking down the hallway. The blue dress was eye-catching, as was the confidence she exuded with each step taken. The sound of her heels against the floor could be heard by anyone in the backstage area as suddenly, the young woman halts.
: “You have got to be kidding me.”The camera switches shots and we now get to see just exactly who the woman is - CWD’s own, ‘The Living Doll’, Britney Anders!
Britney Anders: “Gum? On the floor, really? What kind of animals work here? Jeez.”
Anders carefully tip toes around the gum and continues her trek down the long corridor, her eyes now glued to her phone.
Britney Anders: “I need to find Bryan, where are you?!”
Frustration is evident in her voice as she picks up the pace of her brisk walk down the hallway. She turns a corner with her eyes still looking down at her phone when a loud ‘CRASH!’ can be heard causing Britney and whatever it is she bumped into to look up.
Baumer Report’s own, Baldwin Knight!
Baldwin Knight: Oh...it’s you………………
You could just hear the sarcasm oozing off his words.
Baldwin Knight: What’s the matter? Run out of people in California to annoy?
Britney flips her hair with her left hand while clutching her phone in her right hand at her side.
Britney Anders: “You do realize that you nearly made me drop me phone, right? Of course you don’t care because all you care about is yourself, but hey, some of us have important reasons for being here tonight. Take me for example, I’m here as an invited guest of the Whirlwind champion, Bryan Blaze. Have you seen him?”
Britney pauses and chuckles, shaking her head.
Britney Anders: “Of course you haven’t, I don’t think anyone would be caught dead socializing with you intentionally. I mean, look at you. Hanging around like you actually hold any importance here.”
Britney takes it upon herself to adjust the collar of Baldwin’s shirt.
Britney Anders: “This isn’t some gossip rag with the joke of professional wrestling at it’s helm, this is Whirlwind Wrestling. So, since you’re not a wrestler, maybe you should get the hint and skidaddle.”
Britney shoos him with her hand.
Britney Anders: “Go ahead, run along.”
Baldwin Knight: I guess...but if we’re leaving just because we’re not trained wrestlers, shouldn’t you be going too? I mean isn’t the last time you had a match some time in two-thousand-never?
He stopped. His eyes caught a glimpse of her in irate mode, and thinking back to what he was told…..he let out a long, deep sigh while he nervously tugged at his collar.
Baldwin Knight: “...Look, I don’t know where your……..newfound friend, for lack of a better term is, but he’s probably off getting ready for his big falls count anywhere title defense with Sam Tolson and Joe Jones. I’d assume, anyway. Think his locker room is down that way.” He pointed down the hallway, though he was clearly trying to expedite the conversation without catching himself at odds with Whirlwind’s VIP guest for the evening. “So, if you just follow this hallway here…”
Britney Anders: “I wasn’t finished speaking.”
Her tone was one of arrogance, and the volume in her voice was one of trying to talk over him.
Britney Anders: “Toby Knight, wait a minute, is that the only reason you’re here? Your dad owns this place, doesn’t he?”
Before Baldwin can reply, Britney steps closer, into his ‘personal space’. She taps her phone against the upper left side of his chest.
Britney Anders: “You’re even more of a joke than I imagined before. But since you’re here, go ahead and pass the message along. The ankle? It’s fine. Never been better, actually.”
Anders lifts her right foot up and steps on one of Baldwin’s feet with a smirk.
Britney Anders: “Now...I’m finished speaking. So get out of my way.”
Baldwin rolled his eyes as she stepped on his foot. “Come on, do it, no one is around, no one has to know…” He thought to himself. “Just punch her one. Humble her.” He looked straight across at her, his hands clenching into a fist at his side...then with a deep breath, he relaxed his body and opened his hands. He takes his shirt in his hands and straightens it out in a huff.
Baldwin Knight: Yeah, my father is the lead of this project, you’re right. But he didn’t hire me for being his kid. And if you knew my childhood, you’d know just how wrong you are. I’m here as a representative of Baumer Report, as one of Cassandra’s brightest recruits, we’re doing good things in the industry, we’re providing positive coverage to the REAL news stories, and yeah, so Whirlwind and Baumer Report are working together, it’s a great opportunity for both brands.
Britney mimes a yawn right in Baldwin’s face, like what he was saying was the epitome of uninteresting. Slowly he started to ball his hands up again…
Britney Anders: Do it. Hit me, right here.
She blatantly taps her chin with her thumb, egging on the reporter to go directly against his professionalism! Baldwin rears back, fist cocked, Britney all smiles knowing she was about to get him fired when...
??: Is that an open invitation?
The camera shifts to the left to reveal the mammoth-sized MAX Danger walking into the frame. He was dressed for a fight, combat gloves, track pants, as his tattooed body towered over Britney. She attempts to speak but the words are broken and a stuttered mess.
Britney Anders: “I….uh...um….I…”
Anders takes another look at the man that more than doubles her in size as she swallows a lump in her throat.
Britney Anders: “I’m here on behalf of Cal...California...CWD and Bryan Blaze. I haven’t wrestled in months. Do I….”
Her nose shoots upwards as a look of defiance, albeit nervous defiance, crosses her face.
Britney Anders: “Do I look dressed to compete or get into a street fight with a hooligan like you?”
MAX Danger: I don’t know...you seemed to be fine a moment ago...even recall you talking about being a hundred percent clear to go…
Baldwin can’t help but crack a laugh as Britney tries to backpedal her way out of this mess.
MAX Danger: Or lem’me guess, you’re only interested in bullying around people that can’t fight back? That’s why you’re one and five professionally right? We can change that...you could be the one in one-hundred twenty-nine and one, if you catch my drift………….
He extends his right arm, giving Britney a glimpse of his incredible reach, his arm stretching all the way across the hallway width-wise, his gloved hand ‘gently’ resting on Britney’s jaw.
MAX Danger: Or was you a coward that’s all talk?
Britney remains frozen for a moment, until MAX finally removes his hand from her jaw. Anders grimaces and looks down at her ankle.
Britney Anders: “You know what? I would fight you right here and right now, but on second thought my ankle actually is pretty sore. I guess I was jumping the gun a few minutes ago. Ouch…”
She looks down at her ankle wearing a pretend look of pain over her smooth face.
Britney Anders: “But we can totally throw down in the future. That is, if Baldy here’s old man isn’t too cheap to pay me what I deserve to compete for a night. I guess you really do have to TRUST IN KNIGHT now, don’t you Maxy-Pa-
Before she can finish, MAX puts his hand back on her jaw, freezing her from continuing the vulgar-laced insult.
MAX Danger: You’re still talking? Geez, I’m just gonna call you seven-eleven because you’re mouth stays open...
Baldwin snaps his fingers just as MAX fired off the zinger.
Baldwin Knight: Whatever you say...call my father, make him pay up...you’re not that much worse than Jacob Hotstuff to be honest...less successful in the ring though, I mean Jacob can actually win a match…
MAX Danger: Dayum, worse than Jacob? That’s a real new low! No one can be that…
He stopped short, moving his hand to the top of her head, patting it like a child that that needed recognition.
MAX Danger: On second thought. If you can’t even wrestle as good as Jacob, maybe you’re just gonna be a waste of my time...I guess an easy notch on the win column though.
He finally removed his hand and placed it on his hip as he watched Britney squirm under the...pressure? Was she really feeling it, or…
Britney Anders: “No, you’re so on! And you’re wrong, by the way. I’m one and four, not one and five, are you seriously unable to count? And you have the NERVE to say I will be an easy win?”
Anders laughs before triggering a newfound confidence and stepping up to MAX. The difference in size is almost laughable if you look at them face to chest.
Britney Anders: “Make the match. Next Whirlwind, I’ll be here. You, me, one hand tied behind your back, do we have a deal or not?”
Anders took a step back and extended her hand towards Max. Her tiny hand was a bit shaky, as she wiggles her gold polished fingers in front of MAX, almost daring him to agree to the match with the ridiculous stipulation.
MAX can’t help but laugh right in her face. Did she? She just bowed up to MAX? A woman that could play hide and seek behind a telephone pole!
MAX Danger: Wait...that’s a serious challenge? Not a joke?
He reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly in a firm handshake that clearly was way more firm than she had expected! Britney mouths ‘ow, ow, ow’ over and over again as he continues holding her hand.
MAX Danger: Fine. Whatever stipulation. You and I? This a lock. After our fight, I’ll even show you where to get some ice for the swelling in your face to go down too...unless Leon Tyrell uses all of it…
Britney can no longer contain herself and shrieks out her demand in a high pitched shout.
Britney Anders: “LET GO OF MY HAND!!!!”
With a smirk he finally lets her go.
MAX Danger: ‘Oops’. My bad...sometimes I uhh, don’t really know my own strength...hope you make it back in June though. It’ll be a nice...Day of Judgment...for you.
He offered her a wink that looked more like he had some malicious intentions in mind for her. Britney, though, couldn’t find it in her to muster up a retort. Instead, she looks at her hand and holds it close to herself before shooting Baldwin and MAX a dirty look, one at a time. She huffs, puffs, and stomps off in the direction that Baldwin had previously pointed out to her in her search for Bryan Blaze.
Baldwin watches her go away down the hall, before calling to her;
Baldwin Knight: Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya…
He turns to MAX, mouthing just “thanks” for the help. The two share a handshake of their own, although ‘miraculously’ Baldwin’s hand isn’t throbbing or near broken...funny how that works, right?
MAX Danger: Anytime, man. You and Baumer Report do good work. I’m happy to support that. And if I get to teach some humility in a full of herself spoiled sport? Then that’s just the gravy over the potatoes…
The two break their handshake and go their separate ways.
Pendragon and Stephen Callaway vs The Upper Class (Veronica Taylor, Bianca Davis, and Jacob Hotstuff)
While Callaway and Dragon discuss who will start the match, Jacob stepped out of his corner, The Upper Class' decision made ever-clear. Dragon nodded at the sight of Jacob, then insisting he would meet the loudest member of the group (who are we kidding, all three are equally LOUD), he then spurred Jacob on with a calm beckoning of his hand. Jacob of course took the offer and approached Dragon, whom easily swooped behind Jacob and applied his hands around his waist in a rear waistlock. Jacob frantically kicked at the air, trying to fight free but it was no good. Dragon started to lift Jacob off his feet, hurling him back – until Jacob desperately busted Dragon's face with a back elbow, freeing himself to make a quick tag back to Veronica!
Thatcher: Darn. And here I was waiting for Jacob to get dropped back on his shoulders...
Dragon wasn't even surprised. Vero came at him with a hard lariat, to which Dragon ducked with a simple back bump, Vero stopped and turned around, prompting Dragon to kip up in a pelé kick, rocking Vero hard as she stumbles down to the mat! Dragon quickly slides into a cover, with Jacob dashing into the ring to break up the pin before the count of one! Jacob quickly scrambles out of the ring just as quickly as he had saved the match, adding to Dragon's (perceived...he's masked, we can't discern emotion in actuality) annoyance.
Thatcher: Pendragon has been on fire so far, between knowing what he has to do, dodging oncoming attacks, and having the wherewithal and sixth sense to blank Veronica's lariat and then catch her with a Pelé as well.
Mynx: It's still early, how dare you bet against The Pretty Committee! These nice folks are changing the world, one ugly person at a time!
Thatcher: ...Wow Nikki. Just wow.
Dragon took Vero by the hair as he slowly pulled her up to her feet, never letting go. Callaway reached out over the rope with his hand, insisting on getting a tag. Because who wouldn't want to get their hands on a world renown model right?
Dragon nods as he brings Vero close by the hair and slaps Callaway’s hand. He steps in and Dragon steps out, just in time to receive a hard shoulder from Vero to Callaway’s gut! A second shoulder sends Callaway into Dragon, but the masked strategist hangs on to the rope with just one foot dangling off the apron. Vero quickly takes Callaway in a rear waistlock and rolls back with him, O’Connor Roll style! The referee drops down to make the count;
1!
2 - kick out!
Thatcher: Almost a near fall for Veronica there.
Mynx: I told you Stephen has eyes on another prize…
Thatcher: Isn't he married? Kinda like you...or did you forget about those sacred vows?
Vero sits up to see Dragon leaning over the rope for a tag of his own, to which Vero smirks, miming a crying motion at Dragon allegedly getting outsmarted by her. Dragon starts to enter the ring, to which Vero is super quick to shout at the referee to quickly contain him...meanwhile Bianca and Jacob slide into the ring from behind Callaway and whip him into the ropes and leveling him with a double hiptoss! Dragon insists the referee pay attention to the double team move while begrudgingly staying picking up the tag rope once again. Quickly Bianca and Jacob escape the ring as Vero then drops down beside him and applies a side chinlock, all the while shouting for the referee to come call this submission.
Mynx: Look at that incredible ring awareness and impeccable strategy on display by The Upper Class. That’s true teamwork right there.
Thatcher: It’s called cheating.
It wasn’t hard for Callaway to fight out of the chinlock, but by then he was already in the Upper Class corner, an unenviable position for sure. Callaway swung at Bianca - but she bobbed her head back, leaving Callaway over-extended...and allowing Vero to take him by the back of the head and drop him head first with a reverse DDT! Vero slides into a cover as the referee counts;
1!
2!
Kick out!
You could almost hear Dragon with the sigh of relief as Callaway fought out from the pin. Vero sat up with a disgusted shake of her head directed at the obviously slow counting official then turned her attention back to Callaway as she grabbed a handful of his hair to pull him up with her, making the tag to Bianca. The Queen B of Malibu steps into the ring, for the first time LEGALLY at a Whirlwind event and shares a b*tchy giggle with Vero as they take Callaway’s arms one in each of their hands, to whip him across the ring. Callaway hits the ropes while the Pretty Committee both duck down to ready a back body drop just as Callaway stops, lights up Vero’s chest with a hard kick, then grabs her by the head and slings her back to the mat head first! Bianca turns to see all the commotion, in time to see Callaway’s foot begin to lunge right at her face...until she puts up her hands to block.
“Wait!”
She steps into Callaway, fanning over her face with her hand, the look on her face went from athleticism to “hottie”, almost like it was the first time she had seen him up close. Callaway’s eyes popped with interest. Bianca stepped into him with one hand quickly around his waist, her eyes looking up into his own. Slowly she pulled his face down closer to hers, lips like a magnet as he came closer, closer still. Bianca wrapped her foot around his leg then - Callaway caught it, then shoved her down instead! Quickly he jumps down on top of her in a lateral press, referee following in short order;
1!
2 - Jacob dives into the ring to make the save!
Thatcher: Will the Pretty Committee really stop at nothing? Bianca literally just tried to seduce Stephen but he uhh...had an angle of his own for her.
Mynx: Spoken like a man that’s jealous that a real woman like Bianca would never touch.
Just as quickly as Jacob dove into the ring he had slithered right back out, back to his corner, coiled up like a snake and ready to strike. Bianca got back up and slowly backed away from Callaway, appalled that he would even have the audacity to shove her down like that! Callaway began approaching her, slowly shaking her head, his mouth was moving, probably something to the effect of
“Nuh uh, not this time…”
Bianca kept backing away, Callaway continued closing the distance. When suddenly, Bianca stopped. She couldn’t back up any more...but she did get a tap on her shoulder…
Thatcher: Pendragon!
Dragon grabbed her by the shoulders to hold her steady and signaled to Callaway “take your shot”. Callaway backed up, lining his foot up with Bianca’s face, then charged straight ahead - but Bianca moved! Callaway launched his foot right up in the air, Dragon narrowly side-stepping it by a fraction of an inch! The two check on each other “You okay?” “Yeah, you?” Just when Callaway freed his foot, Bianca took him back to the mat with a textbook roll-up, the referee dropping to make the count;
1!
2!
Callaway kicks out!
Mynx: That was almost a meeting of the minds by two so-called partners. They should learn to work together better like The Upper Class.
Thatcher: So being able to sense the problem and then correcting last minute to avert disaster isn’t working together? Huh. Fascinating.
Mynx: What now?
Thatcher: Your definition of teamwork…
Callaway kipped up just as Vero came back into the ring, illegally, of course, and caught Callaway with a high angle roundhouse kick to the spine, dazing him briefly! Vero moves to help Bianca up, just as she does Callaway nearly decapitates her (Vero) with a STIFF lariat! Callaway stares down Bianca next as she stares in ghastly horror of what just happened to Vero before hitting the ropes opposite them. Callaway does the same, the two meet in the middle with the same idea, matching his and hers lariats turning the other inside out!
Thatcher: It’s like a damn car crash out there.
Dragon urges Callaway to make the tag, he’s clapping, and shouting, and otherwise encouraging the Gimnasio to will him on to make it to his corner! Callaway slowly looks up, and starts the seemingly endless crawl across half a ring to his corner. Bianca meanwhile isn’t really moving but Vero is just starting to get up...seeing Callaway she grabs ahold of his foot, pulling him back away from his corner. To a massive round of jeers and very unflattering comments from this crowd, of course. She steps over him, still with his foot in her hand, twisting it, the pull halting his momentum. On his one foot he hobbles up, coming face to face with Vero. She vehemently shakes her head no, no, no, but Callaway isn’t having any of it! He swings his one planted foot around, catching her with a picture-esque enziguri! Vero takes the boot to her face and falls back on the side of the ring, while Dragon leans waaaayyyyyy over the top rope, he’s extending his arm out as far as it could reach while Callaway slowly crawls, he reaches out…
And he makes the tag!
Mynx: I can’t believe Stephen actually broke out of Veronica’s spinning toe hold.
Thatcher: Yeah, because she’s so renown for her pure ring skills right? She’s out of her element against Callaway.
Dragon leaps over the rope just as Bianca gets up, she goes for a dropkick at the knee, but Dragon side-steps her and leaves her to get nothing but air. He slides in behind her, arms locked around her waist, with a heave he started to lift her off her feet…
CRASH!
Cameras slowly pan to the side to reveal Dragon hunched over...with Jacob Hotstuff stood over him, arms out-stretched like he owned the place.
Thatcher: His timing was so good, I’d say he was waiting in the wings to call his shot!
Mynx: He’s a card-carrying member of The Upper Class. The timing is always on-point!
Jacob pushed Dragon again, mouthing something inaudible but seemingly offensive and degrading. Big mistake. Dragon popped back up, chest to chest with Jacob, he wasn’t about to be intimidated by a Hollywood “star”. He shoved Jacob right back, and for perhaps the first time ever, Jacob had a look of fear washed over his face. It was that moment when he must have realized hell hath no fury like a dragon’s scorn….. Dragon leveled Jacob with a kick to the gut, then hooked him up in a fisherman hold, he began to lift him up - when Bianca kicked at him from behind, causing him to let Jacob go and turn to her, kicking her in the ribs, then drilling her into the mat with the “Dragon’s Descent” (Double Underhook DDT)! Dragon drops into a cover, referee counts;
1!
2!
Jacob saves the match!
Mynx: Everyone is so down on Jacob but he has literally been a guardian angel here tonight...what a gentlemen!
Thatcher: ...shut the front door.
Jacob stomped on Dragon’s head a couple of times before taking him into...pun incoming...a dragon sleeper. Dragon’s arms flailed about wildly but Jacob’s inexperience become apparent when he visibly was losing control of the hold. Without much time, he switched his hand position to under Dragon’s chin, as he began to pull the mask right off his head!
Thatcher: Oh come on now, a luchadore’s mask is as sacred as a cow in India!
”BOOOOOOO!”
Jacob paid the angry Gimnasio no mind as he pulled and pulled, finally falling backwards - with the mask in hand!
Mynx: He did it!
Jacob stood up with an ever-cocky smirk as he looked at the mask...and then over to Dragon who had ANOTHER mask on his face!
Thatcher: Did he really wear two masks?? What foresight, he knew what Jacob Hotstuff was going to try before even trying it!
The now much more angry Dragon took to his feet, rocking Jacob with a savage uppercut before leveling him with another kick! He hooked Jacob up right back to that fisherman suplex, lifting him up...and sending him right onto an “Everlasting EXPEDEEEEETTIIOOONNNN” (Fisherman Buster feigned into Tiger Driver), a raucous impact planting Jacob Hotstuff firmly on his back!! Nonchalantly, Dragon dropped down into a cover, firmly hooking the far leg until the referee informed him Jacob was not the legal man!
Thatcher: With all the chaos, it’s pretty easy to get caught up in the heat of the moment.
Mynx: That’s why you need to maintain a cooler head. Like The Upper Class…
Dragon gets back to his feet after acknowledging the wrong pin, but as he does Vero climbs back onto the ring apron, yelling at and berating him! Dragon briefly turns to see her, just in time to see “CALSI KICK” (Superkick) OUTTA NOWHERE!
Mynx: Where the HELL did Stephen Callaway come from??
Dragon and Callaway share a passing “thanks” nod, proving to have the other’s back when it mattered most. Dragon turned back to Bianca just as she was standing up, he ran to the opposite ropes, springing up on the second, then sailing half way across the ring, “Turning the Tide” (Disaster Kick) by tagging the side of her ear with the kick! He gracefully floated into a cover as the referee counted the fal, the Gimnasio counting along with him;
1!
2!
3!
From the PA: The winners of the match as a result of a pinfall...Stephen Callaway and Pendragon!!
Dragon and Callaway bask in the center of the ring in the wake of their monumental win, a win the Gimnasio was clearly happy to see. The two move from the center to opposing turnbuckles in further celebration.
Thatcher: They did it! It’s been three months but we’ve finally seen the first chink in the armor of The Upper Class!
Mynx: It’s just a match, one win will not elevate these basics to the level of The Upper Class. Look at them. Callaway, he couldn’t even get a job as the bellhop at an Upper Class resort! And Pendragon? He’s so low-class he can’t even show his face!
Thatcher: Are you that petty? Since when are you an Upper Class fangirl anyway? Did they let you carry their bags down Rodeo Drive? Did you miraculously get invited to one of their Beverly Hills cocktail parties?
Mynx: I just appreciate their taste in the finer things in life, Derrick. They see something they want, and they TAKE IT!
Thatcher: You know you’re not what they want, right? You know --
Suddenly the lights go off, the surprise cutting Thatcher off mid-sentence. From nowhere, a bright blast of orange-hue light explodes right around the same area Pendragon was standing! When the lights come on...we see Callaway rush across the ring to Pendragon, who has a bit of black smoke coming up from his mask!
And Jacob Hotstuff on the outside, slowly backing up the aisle with a sadistic smirk…
Thatcher: Who, or what, did we just see?? Ugh, that smell, it’s like...burnt sulfur…….
Mynx: Do you believe in Hollywood magic now?
Thatcher: You’re telling me that Jacob somehow lit Pendragon’s face...on fire? What the hell, Nikki. Hollywood isn’t real...it’s all lighting and cheap camera tricks!
It didn’t take long for a team of medical professionals to swarm past Jacob and into the ring, more of a precautionary measure than anything, but nevertheless the sight of watching an oxygen mask applied to Pendragon was a sight to remember, for sure. Callaway stayed with them the whole time as they helped him up and walked him to the back.
Mynx: Go tell that to Pendragon. The aroma, the smoke, it’s all looking pretty real to me. Business just...heated up!
Thatcher: Damn it. Folks, I think my partner might just have been right. The Upper Class lost the battle tonight, but this war against class is far, far from over. I mean, who throws fireballs in a wrestling match? If that’s actually what we just saw.
Mynx: I hope, for his sake...he learns The Upper Class is like the Wu-Tang, they ain’t ones to [expletive] with!
Thatcher: Oh, I’m sure Pendragon has learned a lesson tonight. But it’s surely not the one that The Upper Class would like him to remember. And Nikki? Don’t ever make a Wu-Tang reference again.
The focus shifts to the projection screen by the entrance area.
Thatcher: WHAT?!
Mynx: Did that just say…?
Thatcher: THE Julliet Brooks??
Mynx: I was more referring to that tagline. The Vampire Queen…
Thatcher: What? How? When?
Mynx: I guess we’ll have to wait for June 3rd. I’m going to die of anticipation!
Thatcher: Well, just try not to die in that chair. The smell will play hell on my sinuses.
Thatcher shot her a glance.
Thatcher: All jokes aside, folks Julliet Brooks enters the Whirlwind, next month! And we’re beyond excited to see what “The Vampire Queen” has in store for us!
[Earlier Today]
9:00am
Gimnasio Nuevo León Box Office
Nanook and Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris, also known as Bester have shown up for the lottery to see who gets to buy the last remaining tickets for Threads of Disloyalty! The lottery is to be held at 9 sharp and you must be in attendance to claim your prize, and you know, pay for your tickets.
*Disclaimer. Whirlwind Wrestling didn’t make the rules, the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon LLC did.*
As a crowd of easily 500 fans, all wanting to get into the building tonight to see who will walk out with the Championship. Who’s going to win the handicapped match and can Leon Tyrell defeat Lisa Lightening? Real questions that we the fans want answers to! Damn it!
Everyone is looking at their phones and Nanook glances over to see what everyone is looking at. He notices that everyone is on the WW app. So Nanook fires up his phone, swipes right and bang! Opens up the app!
Meanwhile Bester, in his white mask going by the name of Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris, or OGDA for short is taking selfies, signing pics, and overall just loving the attention he’s receiving. A couple little rainbows ask him if he’s going to be fighting tonight to which Bester, sorry OGDA says;
OGDA “If one of my little magical sun beams of everything that is right in the world is getting bullied! Then by golly, with all of the powers in the rainbow, I shall be there!”
Nanook just rolls his eyes. Every since the other night at that very indie show, Bester won’t take the mask off and has created himself quite the little world in which he is this larger than life superhero. Nanook couldn’t wait for this fad to be over with truth be told.
Finally the screen on his phone flashes, a quick count down and…
and…
AND……
Some cheers, Shout out SI! SI! SI! And then, the sound of disappointment followed by;
Nanook “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!”
On Nanook’s screen is “So Sorry, you are not a winner. Please try again.”
OGDA “Mister Nanook? Are we going to see Mister Joe fight for the title? I would like to say Hi to Mister Blaze. Boy he’s doing very nicely for himself! I’m so happy for him.”
Nanook “Shut up Bester!”
OGDA “It’s Orgulloso Guar…”
Nanook “I DON’T CARE WHAT YOUR STUPID NAME IS!”
Nanook starts to walk away, more than pissed off. Bester, err OGDA lowers his head…
OGDA “dian Del Arcoiris. I brighten up everyone’s day…”
The scene switches to the backstage area. Bryan Blaze can be seen walking down a hallway towards the Catering area, according to nearby sign on the wall. Blaze is in his usual casual wear in the form of bootcut jeans and a black tee which simply reads “#BAYBAY”. The Whirlwind Championship proudly displayed as it is draped over his right shoulder. About three quarters the way down the hall, the Whirlwind Champion abruptly stops. A feminine hand slowly creeps from behind and comes to a stop on the center plate of the Whirlwind Championship. Slowly, the hand begins to caress the Championship. Blaze smirks, knowing exactly who is behind him. He turns to see his VIP guest for the evening, Britney Anders. Anders was wearing a form fitting blue dress and silver heels. ‘The Living Doll’ had her neck accentuated with an expensive looking diamond necklace.
Britney Anders: “I told you I love gold, didn’t I?”
Britney taps the faceplate of Bryan’s gold championship with her gold, manicured nails before slowly cascading around the triple champion, stopping directly in front of him. With a pleased smile, her eyes move from his waist and the championship, up to his face.
Britney Anders: “Everything I expected, and more, in person. It feels great to be here as your VIP. I mean, think about it. Britney Anders here with WHIRLWIND CHAMPION, Bryan Blaze! Does it get any bigger or better than this?”
Anders lazily extends her arm, curling her hand at the wrist, leaving it open for Blaze.
Blaze smiles back at the beautiful woman that stood before him. He took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. Always a gentlemen, wasn’t he?
Bryan Blaze: And I told you you would be impressed when we finally got here. Despite it being in Mexico. You’re here on behalf of the Whirlwind Champion, you can have anything that you want. You won’t need to worry about the likes of Baldwin Knight. And later, you can watch me defend this bad boy, for the first time, no less!
The two begin walking again, towards the catering area.
Britney Anders: “Baldwin? I’ve already run into him once tonight, I hope for my sake that’s the ONLY time I have to look at him. That face can give a girl nightmares, you know.
The champion laughs quietly as the pair arrive at catering. There are numerous wrestlers and backstage crew members scattering around, with plates in their hands. Britney scrunches her nose up at the catering selections. She then points her finger towards the one thing that stands out to her.
Britney Anders: “Carrots! I love carrot sticks!”
Bryan walks closer and Britney looks at one of the crew members who was making a selection near the carrots. Britney clears her throat loudly, causing the crew member to turn around. He was an older man, with a salt and pepper, balding, shoulder length haircut.
Crew Member: “Hello! Nice to see you again, champ.Britney clears her throat again and looks at Bryan.
Britney Anders: “Bry, can you PUHLEASE tell this...this...ugh, can you tell him that the champion is hungry and he needs to move?”
The...difference between the two was becoming clear but for whatever reason, Bryan enjoyed Britney’s company. Although he did have a certain report with the Whirlwind Staff. He looked to the older man who was taking his sweet old time.“Uhh, George?”
The older gentlemen looked to the Champion with a beaming smile. “Yes, sir?”
“You mind?” He motioned towards the catering selections and George simply laughed it off and stepped aside. “Of course, don’t mind me!” [/color]
Bryan smiled to him and nodded his head, trying not to draw attention to the disgusted look on his guest’s face. He looked to her with that same smile, “There.”
Britney Anders: “It’s about time…”
She mumbles under her breath as she tucks her hair behind her ear and picks up a paper bowl. She then picks up two carrot sticks with the tongs before turning to Bryan.
Britney Anders: “What would you like? You have to eat something before your big title defense.”
Bryan looked around for a moment, before settling on something. “A salad will be fine. Whirlwind doesn’t have the best catering, evidently.”
He picked up a pre-packaged salad and a bottle of water. Bryan would lead Britney to a table at the far end of the room, where there was a completely empty table. As they sat, Bryan could sense a certain...uneasiness in the room.
Bryan Blaze: I think you’re great, but uh...you have issues with a lot of people, don’t you?
Britney takes a bite of one of the small carrot sticks and chews it completely before responding.
Britney Anders: “I think the thing with me is, I don’t have much of a filter. I speak my mind, and a lot of people tend to have a problem with it, but I don’t want to cause you any issues here in your place of work, so I can kind of mind my mouth a little bit.”
Britney flashes that smile that could light up a room, despite her usual negative attitude.´
Britney Anders: “How are you feeling about tonight? The title defense against TWO people? I know that has to be a bit intimidating. Not that I’m doubting you at all, because I’m not.”
She picks up her carrot between two of her manicured fingers and reaches over towards Bryan.
Britney Anders: “You have to try this carrot, it’s actually really good.”
He took her hand in his own, and just held it for a moment. He lifted her hand to his mouth, and took a bite of the carrot with a wink.
Bryan Blaze: You really don’t have to change on my account.
He reaches down, and pulls away the Whirlwind Championship, placing it on the table.
Bryan Blaze: We have this, afterall.
Britney’s eyes again move to the championship, almost as if she’s in a trance over it until Bryan takes another bite of her carrot, the crunching noise pulls her attention back to him.
Britney Anders: “And at the end of the night, you’re still going to have it. I’ll be front row, as your guest, watching...and I promise to cheer louder than anyone else.”
She pulls her carrot back and pops the last bite into her mouth.
Britney Anders: “Do you need anything in preparation for the match? Besides that salad that looks like it’s three days past expiration?”
Britney laughs and picks up her second carrot.
Bryan shares in the laugh, seemingly not very interested in his chosen food. He watched Britney with a smile and would smirk at her question.
Bryan Blaze: I think having a beautiful woman front and center for my successful title defense has me in pretty good shape. After the match though, that could be a different story.
Britney Anders: “Well we can talk about what happens after the match, after you successfully retain...THIS, right?”
With a smirk, she pats the championship once more, leaving the champion to make a decision.
Bryan grabs hold of the Championship, and pulls it a few inches closer to him. Now it is he who seems to be in a trance as he stares at it closely. He then, seemingly snaps out of it.
Bryan Blaze: Right. I came this far, I’m not going to drop this in my first match as Champion. I’m going to hold onto this for a long time.
Blaze smiles once again as he finally digs into his salad, a look of hesitation washes over him despite his strong words.
Whirlwind Championship
Triple Threat Falls Count Anywhere Match
Bryan Blaze© vs Sam Tolson vs Joe Jones
Triple Threat Falls Count Anywhere Match
Bryan Blaze© vs Sam Tolson vs Joe Jones
Blaze hands the Whirlwind Championship to the official whom proudly raises it high in the air with both hands to signify that's the prize due the winner. The allure of the title glimmers in Sam's eye while Joe nods his head and motions around his waist like it was already his. Blaze shakes his head and steps forward, he looks to Sam and then Joe. Inaudibly he mouths at them, though you could very clearly read his lips;
“I DARE you, to take that from me!”
With that the bell had sounded, Joe quickly took Sam by the arm and whipped him across the ring. He nodded at Blaze to “get ready”, he ducked down and...Blaze just shrugged at him. Sam stopped short right in front of him, and together the two of them took Joe by an arm and slung him to the mat with a double hip toss! Joe visually cursed the two who just shooed him away!
Thatcher: Why on Earth would Joe think anyone would work with him?
Mynx: Especially Sam and Bryan of all people? Serves him right, he's a jerk!
Sam and Blaze turned their attention to each other as they joined in a roman knuckle tie-up. Sam pushed herself into Blaze, bridging him to the mat briefly until Blaze kipped up to reverse the pressure toward her. Sam shot Blaze a quick headbutt to break his concentration and give herself the momentum advantage again – when Joe came back from behind to wreck the tie up! He smacked the back of Blaze's head then bowed up to Sam. Unbeknownst to him was Blaze quickly got behind the misogynistic ungentleman and winked at Sam. Sam stared Joe down, completely stoic and unfazed, she pushed Joe then Blaze yelled “NOW!” and the two of them grabbed Joe and THREW him over the top rope, to a loud POP! Blaze and Sam dust off their hands as Joe makes an unceremonious thud on the floor.
Thatcher: Wonder if those two were a garbage person in a past life because they did a great job taking out the trash...
Mynx: That's their way of saying Joe doesn't belong and they want this match for themselves.
There was no time for celebration though as Sam quickly stole Blaze' surprise, quickly going behind him and lifting him up and sending him crashing to the mat shoulders first with a beautiful belly-to-back suplex, keeping her hands locked around Blaze' waist to hold his shoulders cleanly to the mat;
1!
2 – Blaze kicked out!
Mynx: Who would have thought the first person to come to Suplex Boulevard this evening would be Bryan...
Thatcher: I don't think Sam had a preference honestly. She craves that title and whether she pins Bryan or Joe, that's all she's going to see.
On his kick out, Blaze pivoted his hips such that both legs were on Sam's right side. He stomped at her arm twice before wrapping his legs around it and twisting, slinging Sam away from him just a bit. Like a cross between a hurricanrana or a dragon screw, but on an arm? Either way, it was the kind of ingenuity the Gimnasio had come to expect from their inaugural champion. Sam got back to her feet quick enough, shaking off her arm in the process. She wasted little time in coming right back to Blaze whom wasted little time in yet another kip up, this time into a sort of pelé kick, only to her...you guessed it...right arm!
“BRYAN BLAZE BAY BAY!”
Blaze stood there in front of her with a thumbs up and a cheeky grin...while holding her arm, Sam slowly nodded at Blaze and his antics tonight.
Thatcher: I wonder if this is what she expected when she wanted that match with him?
Calmly, she brought one hand up facing Blaze, the message was clear. “Bring it”, in no uncertain terms. Blaze smirked confidently as he approached Sam, a smirk that quickly faded as she reached out and took him to the mat by his arm with the speed and intensity of a...blaze...quickly she tucked his arm between her legs and brought her hands around his face, crossface style. She pulled back on the hold eliciting a muffled gasp from Blaze until Blaze shifted his weight to the right side, pinning her shoulders to the mat;
1!
2 – with a pair of powerful leg thrusts, Sam fights her center of gravity to bring it back to a normal seated position, once again placing Blaze back into the crossface!
Sam once again pulls back on the hold, to which this time Blaze kicks his feet backwards, tagging the bottom rope in the process. The referee calls for the break;
1!
Sam cleanly breaks the hold!
Just as she stood back up, Blaze swept his leg, sending her right back to the mat. Blaze stood up instead, using the ropes to quickly assist him – when Joe Jones sprung up on the ring apron, guillotining Blaze off the top rope! Blaze gasps for air as Joe ducks back down to the floor, leaving Sam just to see a choking Blaze. From behind she swoops in, she lifts him up, and crashes him to the mat with “Nightfall” (Tazzmissionplex)! Quickly she drops down into a firm lateral press over the champ as the official counts the fall;
1!
2!
…
Joe Jones pulls her out of the ring to break the count!
Mynx: For the second time in as many matches, Joe Jones has cost Sam Tolson the title!
Thatcher: It's like Biorhythm all over again! ...Run, Joe. Run.
There was no love lost there at all as Joe just slapped Sam right across her face, blatantly disrespecting everything she stood for and worked to achieve! Sam turned her head right back to Joe, staring him down without so much as blinking even once. Unlike with Blaze, this one was not about “being the best”. This one was far personal. Joe reared back and slapped her once again! Again, Sam did a spit take; but her attention was unwavering. With a series of punches, Sam LIT Joe the hell up, rights and lefts, lefts and rights, dotting him up and down from his chest to waist that he'd look like a paint-by-numbers by the end of the night! Joe started to cover up, but Sam instead took his hand and whipped him across the floor and into the barricade, his hips breaking his impact onto the cold steel! Without even having a chance to unfold, Sam followed him right in scoring a Yakuza kick to the back of his head that left him reeling! Joe draped himself over the barricade, but that wasn't enough to get away as Sam grabbed him by the top of his pants and pulled him away from the steel, and threw him down on the floor! Slowly, he started to crawl away, Sam watching his every move. His pathetic every move.
Thatcher: What is she...waitaminute. The “Mind Your Head”!
She purposefully let Joe put some distance between the two before pointing down at her knee. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. She waited for Joe to sit up on his knees before barreling at him! Joe snapped out of it as she closed on him, he stepped up to his feet, Sam brought her knee up to meet him – but Joe planted an uppercut right to her chest, causing an echo to ring out into the Gimnasio!
Mynx: Shades of Force of Will!
But wait. Sam was still standing? Echo? Why was Joe holding his hand...
Sam steps back, and reaches under her top, showing an aluminum plate that has a suspiciously similar dent in it that looks about like Joe's fist...
Mynx: That's one way to block a breast punch...
Thatcher: She knew Joe would try something again, and she was ready for him!
She shook her head at Joe, almost disappointed that he'd try the same thing from a month ago. Almost, because honestly this is Joe Jones, who is really surprised by it? Joe held his bum hand in his good hand, the pain was throbbing all over it. He couldn't even make a fist. Sam didn't seem to care though as she picked him up in that package piledriver position, she lifted him, and then spiked him on his head with the “Victory Drop Alpha”(Trapper Keeper Bomb)! Joe's eyes rolled to the back of his head, as a look of certain satisfaction came over Sam's face. Satisfaction...then sadistic urges. She stood right back up, bringing Joe's deadweight with her. Leveling him with a kick to the gut, she shoved his head between her legs, once again bringing him up...and down with a second “Victory Drop Alpha”!
Mynx: That's been a long, long time coming.
Thatcher: Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy...
Without even hooking the leg, Sam makes the emphatic cover, the official dropping down to make the count;
1!
2!
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…
“BRYAN BLAZE BAY BAY!”
Indeed, as the Gimnasio cheered, from the inside of the ring Blaze vaulted himself over the top rope, landing onto Sam's pinfall with a picture-esque shooting star press! With Blaze on top of the two, the referee counts the fall;
1!
2!
Sam kicks out!
The shift of the kickout knocks Blaze out of position, and now we're back to where we started...
Sam sits up, nodding her head at Blaze as he stands over her. This was what was meant to be. Blaze nails Sam with an elbow to the face, rocking her! He pulls her up to her feet, then nails her with a second, and a third elbow strike right across the face! Sam looks a little glazed over as Blaze steps back, steps up, tagging her at the side of her face with an enziguri that sends her back down! Blaze lets out a heavy breath then starts to cov – when Sam kips up herself, leveling Blaze with a toe kick and a snap DDT, right on the floor!
Thatcher: I don't think anything could stop Sam here tonight!
Mynx: It's said that a person's destiny often isn't set in stone, that their...force of will...can often be strong enough to change the course of fate.
The Gimnasio was really starting to get behind Sam now for her valiant efforts and never-say-die personality, it was like she could do no wrong! She sat up, more than a little dazed after the several headshots from Blaze, but she knew what she had to do. She knew what she was put here on this night, to do. Seemingly willing herself to her feet, she stood up, she belted out a screech at Blaze, “GET UP!” Whether on a instinct or habit the cry brought Blaze to his feet. He stumbled a bit, but Sam punched him one square on the jaw, then brought his head between her legs, as she began to lift him up...
Thatcher: She hits this, and it's all over.
Blaze leapt out of the clutches of the feared “Victory Drop Alpha” to the barricade, springboarding back to her with “The Heatwave” (Springboard Enziguri), which sent her right to the floor! Blaze collapses over her just as the adrenaline runs dry...
1!
2!
Mynx: Hey, who turned out the lights?!
Thatcher: Where are you going with that, we need that!
Need what? When the lights come back on, a trio of masked individuals in full-fledged riot gear stood behind Blaze, cracking the back of his head with a TV monitor that surely was taken from the desk! One of the masked individuals seems to direct traffic as they order the other two to grab the [now out on his feet] Blaze by the arms and pick him up in a joint cross-powerbomb, flinging him down against the ring apron!!
Mynx: What is this!!
Thatcher: Did you see the way Blaze' neck just snapped back on the impact?!
Blaze falls in a heap at the masked individuals feet, but they don't seem done. Just as Sam sits up in a haze of blurred vision, the one directing traffic cracks the same monitor over her head, putting her out! Together all three drag Sam to the announce table. The two of them begin to pick her up, while the third mocks and taunts her with a loud, guttural sound, something along the lines of “OOOOOOHHHHH!! AAAHHHHHHH!!” The two pick up Sam and place her on the third's shoulders, slamming her down on top of the announce table in a brutal, triple powerbomb!!
Thatcher: Wait........
Mynx: Was that really...?
The trio stood over Sam with their fists all lined up together, then with their free hands they removed their masks...
Bianca Davis.
Veronica Taylor.
Jacob Hotstuff.
The Upper Class.............
Thatcher: Oh my [expletive] God you have GOT to be kidding me!
Mynx: That, that's not possib......
Thatcher: Clearly it is, we're witnessing it. The Upper Class strikes again!
Amid the chaos, Joe Jones finally, finally, starts to blindly stir, seeing only a glimmer of what appears to be Sam rested over the broken announce table, he pulled himself to her, draping an arm over her as he arrived. The Upper Class, peacefully, backs away from the pin as the referee makes the count;
1!
2!
3!
Thatcher: What...did that just.....??
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match as a result of a pinfall...and NNNEEEEWWWWW!! Whirlwind Champion.................”Double J”! Joe!! Jones!!!
The referee laid the Whirlwind Championship across Joe's chest the Gimnasio comes UNGLUED at what just happened! Blaze, Tolson...The Upper Class just dictated who could be the champion! What does this mean? Does Joe Jones have The Upper Class in his back pocket? Is Joe Jones a PART OF The Upper Class? Was it passing coincidence?
Mynx: What did we just witness??
Thatcher: Joe Jones is a top champion what even is this timeline we're on? Is this even planet Earth?
Mynx: Killed by Sam, shunned by Bryan, he's the black sheep of pro wrestling...yet now we have to acknowledge Joe freakin Jones as our Whirlwind Champion.......
None of the three are even stirring after the war they just shared, only The Upper Class stood by cackling manically at how they controlled the landscape. Just like life-away-from-wrestling – the rich, powerful, and influential determine who gets richer, and who remains struggling for survival. The boos are real. The boos are loud. Deafening. What The Upper Class has done on this night is sure to be a moment to live on in infamy for years to come inside of the Whirlwind.
Mynx: I'm still without words, Derrick.
Thatcher: I'm right there with you, Nikki. The course of the company has been altered by three athletes' own ego and loathing towards other fellow man. And I'm afraid for what it means for us.
Mynx: The Upper Class was stopped earlier tonight. But what we thought was a stoppage turned out to only be a hiccup. They really do rule the roost.
Thatcher: No. No way, I refuse to believe we live in a world where the Jacob Hotstuffs and Veronica Taylors are king and queen. Somebody, anybody, who can end The Upper Class once and for all?
Mynx: Can anyone truly end class?
Thatcher: My partner asking the real questions here. Folks, we'll see you next month with the answers to this, hopefully, and more!
“The first battle has been won in this Great Class War.”
The voice of Pendragon rang out loud and clear as the camera pans to the locker room. Pendragon was sitting in a black steel chair, still in his bodysuit and ring gear with a towel hanging over his head. Stands of long brown hair fell over his face, kept there in part because of the towel keeping his true identity concealed as he kept his head low and looking towards the ground.
“Just like I said before; every battle is won before it's ever fought. Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. But just like Napoleon in all his arrogance The So-Called Upper Class thought they were above the Art of War; superior. Threads of Disloyalty proved to be their Waterloo. But I'll give you credit Jacob; you managed to surprise me a second time and let me be very clear when I say that doesn't happen very often...”
The camera panned ever so slightly to reveal a nearby bench, upon it sat the mask he wore earlier, singed and burned from a fireball. Part of the eye holes were burned away as well as some marks around the nose and a small section on the right side where his jaw would be upon wearing. With a heavy sigh he shifts his head ever so slightly, his body language giving away a clue that his eyes had likely shifted towards it.
“You tried to burn me; you tried to erase a symbol I've been working hard to establish. You tried to rob me of my right to exist as I am. You took a gamble thinking you could win the war by capturing the proverbial flag and to your credit you almost pulled it off. Many luchadores and wrestlers have lost their masks throughout history but almost always did it come as part of a wager agreed upon by all sides. But of course tradition and honor are lost upon the likes of those who never adhered to the rules a day in their lives. To think that you had a shred of honor or even an ounce of confidence to place your money where your mouth is; that is an error on my part.
The rule you broke is an important, if unspoken rule. You don't shave a man or a woman's hair before or after a match, you don't steal their belongings from the locker room, you don't take championships without first earning them... and you don't ever take a competitor's mask. Everything in that ring is earned; there are no hand outs and there are no exceptions. These basic tenants, these rules of war if you will, have been embedded in the very fabric of this profession since the very beginning and just like every rule or law there are consequences for breaking the rules of engagement.”
He placed his hands together forming a pyramid with his fingers as he slowly leaned forward in his chair.
“Just be aware that if you plan on making a conflict personal you better have your own house and affairs in order first. If you're going to fire a shot of that magnitude then you should be prepared to be shot in return; just as only the ones who should put others in peril are those prepared to be imperiled themselves. Whether or not you took those calculations into account Jacob; you are now bound to accept whatever happens next. You should never awaken a sleeping dragon...”
He lifts his head just enough for the camera to catch his chin and his jaw from the upper lip down. A grin slowly forms as he speaks with an unsettling and chilling calmness within his voice.
“...because that's how you get burned.”
The Whirlwind logo appears over the screen as the show draws to a close.
