Post by @whirlwind_LLC on Jun 12, 2018 17:00:46 GMT -8
[Recorded Earlier]
Many of the fans of the Whirlwind have shown up for the show today, a show where the world will see what the new Whirlwind Champion Joe Jones will pick. Will Samantha Tolson and Bryan Blaze get along as a tag team and can they beat the ⅔ of The Upper Class, the Pretty Committee? And these group of wrestling hungry fans want in! And they want in NOW!
The group starts banging on the doors and chanting
Not one to let the fans down, seeing that they pay the bills. The doors are unlocked and swung open to a roar of cheers. Everyone starts jumping up and down and pushing their way towards the front!
The DAY OF JUDGMENT...is upon us!
“About time!” Nanook says as he closes out the screen on his phone, twitter that is filled with porn most likely. “Bester…..BESTER?” Nanook calls out but can’t find him.
But….
Towards the front being treated like a king is the Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris being carried in on top of their shoulders. Given a hero’s welcome is OGDA and Nanook just shakes his head.
“I’ve got to get rid of that blasted mask!” He utters to himself before finally, FINALLY stepping foot inside of the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon!
Day of Judgement begins with a live shot inside of a sold out Gimnasio Nuevo Leon. The fans are on their feet waiting for the start of the show. Lining the isle down to the ring are a dozen male models, molded from the hands of the gods, these men with 0 body fat, 6 pack abs and just enough chest hair to not be grossed out by it, sporting five o’clock shadow, have all oiled up wearing only black, tight, shorty shorts. Each hunk has a flagpole with a flag on it of course and all eyes are on them.
Queens’ “We are the Champion” begins to play to kick off the show.
Thatcher: “Good evening fans and welcome to DAY OF JUDGMENT! I’m the voice of Whirlwind Wrestling, Derrick Thatcher! And with me as always is the lovely Nikki Mynx.”
Mynx “Shut up Derrick! We finally some good looking guys in the building.”
Thatcher “We sure do…..I don’t know how I feel about this.”
The Bad Ass James Kelloggs then emerges from the back with the Whirlwind Championship on his shoulder and is greeted with a chorus of boos from the Whirlwind faithful. James stands at the top of the ramp with the championship on his one shoulder and a mic in his other hand. Queens “We are the Champion” slowly fades out.
Thatcher “As you can see, we have a new champion and no it’s not the man you see on your screen. James Kelloggs is not our Whirlwind Champion but rather Joe Jones is.”
Mynx “At Threads of Disloyalty he defeated Bryan Blaze and Samantha Tolson for the title…..with some help I may add.”
Thatcher “We’ll talk about that later on, but first our new champion is going to address the fans and will he choose Truth or Dare?”
Mynx “How about who will he face later tonight in our Main event?”
Thatcher “Will it be Stephen Calloway or Pendragon?”
The boos continue has James slowly raises the mic up to his lips.
Kelloggs “Ladies and Gentlemen! This night has been ten years in the making! This night, which several people in this industry have tried in vein to make sure will never happened, is about to happen! All you bitches need to get with the program and understand that Whirlwind Wrestling FINALLY has a champion! A real champion! One all of you can be proud of!”
More boos….
Kelloggs “A champion who has busted his ass to not only resurrect his career, not only stick it to every single naysayer in this sport who all looked down on our champion in disgust, but he proved why he is an elite athlete, why the family he comes from, is god damn money! Why the Sinclair brand, were born to be fucking superior to each and everyone one of you bitches! It is his birthright to be the Champion, THEE CHAMPION.”
More boos….
Kelloggs “There is only one champion here in Whirlwind Wrestling, and it’s not Bryan Blaze -
Kelloggs “...who was a joke, a farce of champion. He shouldn’t even be credited as being the holder of this title, that’s how bad he was!”
More boos….
Kelloggs “For the first time in this companies life. They have a champion who has the passion for this title, for this company. He has the desire to be the very best in this company, in this sport! He has the pride to be the FACE of Whirlwind Wrestling, which, is something that none of the bitches in the locker room have, want or need to be your Whirlwind Champion! So it is my honor to introduce to you! The only true and legit Whirlwind Champion!”
More boos…..
Kelloggs “A name all of you bitches know, and will come to love, a name you will name your children after, ask to be their god father of, each and every single one of you will hang a picture of this man on your wall proudly displayed in your homes! Bow down to your NEW CHAMPION! EMBRACE HIM! LOVE HIM! FOR HE IS DOUBLE J! JOOOOOEEEEEEE JOOOOOONNNNEEEEESSSSS!”
Night Clubs “Dear Enemy” begins to play as Joe Jones slowly strolls out from the back in a white three piece suit and a floor length mink coat. Joe stands next to James as the male models pick up the flagpoles and start waving custom made flags that read: “Whirlwind Champion Joe Jones”
Thatcher “Dear god...this is too much.”
Mynx “Wow, just wow.”
Thatcher “A little overboard….oh great, confetti!”
Mynx “And balloons!”
Thatcher “What a mess! It’ll take forever to clean this up!”
James climbs into the ring, going under the bottom rope and holds the Whirlwind Championship up high for all to see as Joe Jones makes his way into the ring ignoring the fans at ringside.
Thatcher “What will it be Nikki? Truth or dare?”
Mynx “It’s hard to say. Does anyone ever know what Joe is thinking?”
As James slowly makes his way around the ring, showing the title off, he takes this opportunity to do some trash talking. Joe stands in the center of the ring just soaking it all in.
Thatcher “Well, we should find out in a couple of minutes….oh? Hold on now”
Kamelot’s “Karma” suddenly plays and the crowd pops.
Mynx “Looks like Pendragon wants a front row seat to see what Joe has to say.”
Thatcher “The decision Joe makes will have a direct impact on our main event here tonight. Joe will either face Pendragon or Stephen Callaway! But we don’t know who just yet!”
The cheers get louder as Pendragon emerges from the back. Joe turns and faces the ramp as James steps in front of him holding the belt high above his head. Pendragon rubs his hands together and then slowly starts his way down to the ring.
Pendragon “Joe…...at long last. I shall get my hands on what I have come here for. THAT!”
Crowd pops as Pendragon points at James Kelloggs who is holding the Whirlwind title above his head.
Pendragon “This celebration, will be for naught, because, your reign is going to be as short lived…as your friend.
James Kelloggs begins fuming at the short joke!”
Pendragon as makes his way past the male model/cheerleader guys, the last two standing along the isle before the ring, they lower their flag poles blocking the path to the ring. Pendragon stops and look at the poles crossed in front of them and eyes each other guys holding them.
Pendragon “Really?”
Cold’s “Remedy” then kicks off and the place pop's real good as Callaway makes his way out from the back.
Thatcher “Pendragon sounds rather sure he’s getting to face Joe here tonight.”
Mynx “But it could be this man, Steven Calloway who gets to face Joe for the title here tonight in our main event!”
Callaway “Hold on there Pendragon, buddy old pal. I know you have your heart set on that belt.”
Calloway says as he makes his way down to Pendragon and eventually standing next to him. He places his hand on Pendragon’s shoulder.
Callaway “But! I didn’t come all this way either to play second fiddle to no one. I’m here to win the only prize in Mexico. I’m here to claim….”
Callaway and Pendragon both slowly look at James Kelloggs, and the Whirlwind Championship.
Callaway “That for me as well, when I get to face old Joe once again, and this time Joey, I’m going to walk out of this place as the new Whirlwind Champion.”
The crowd pops upon hearing that. Both Callaway and Pendragon turn and face the ring after dropping the mics and pushing the crossed flag poles out of their way. Joe smirks. He slides the mink coat off his shoulders and it falls to the mat. Joe ditches his suit coat and loosens his tie.
Thatcher “I’m thinking neither of these guys are going to wait till later tonight...”
James holds the belt in front of him and trash talks some more and Pendragon and Callaway step closer towards the ring.
Joe Jones “Go ahead boys, If you're feeling froggy, I…..”
Referee and announcer Ace Vincent bolts out from the back and quickly gets in front of both Pendragon and Callaway telling them to not get in that ring much to the disapproval of the crowd. Joe eyes both of his potential opponents.
Joe Jones “DARE ya to climb in here and get your asses handed to you!”
Mynx “What? Did he say Dare? IS that what he chooses?”
Thatcher “That is what Joe picked! DARE!”
Mynx “Is he stupid? No one picks Dare!”
Thatcher “Pretty sure our first champion Bryan Blaze picked Dare…”
Pendragon goes to move into the ring, but the Ace Vincent again steps in front of him, places his hands on his chest and tells him repeatedly No! The crowd of course is chanting
Joe tosses the mic and gets ready for either one of them to get in the ring. Callaway then motions to get in the ring and a second ref comes out of no wheres to stop him.
Thatcher “We know that we will spin the wheel for our main event! But who will Joe face later tonight? I guess we’ll find out!”
Mynx “This could be the beginning of the end for Joe.”
Singles Match
Lisa Lightning w/ Francine Danger vs “The B-Lister” Jacob Hotstuff
Katy Perry’s “Bigger Than Me” kicks us off to bring the mood up a bit lighter than our champion probably left everyone as Lisa Lightning, fresh off her successful debut last month, enters alongside Francine Danger, the wife of her new friend MAX.
Thatcher: So Lisa and MAX sure have bonded over the past couple of months, now she’s walking to the ring with his wife? And she’s got the chance to take on the whole reason MAX is here, in Jacob Hotstuff?
Mynx: Let’s call a spade a spade, that’s not really exclusive to MAX. Everyone comes to the Whirlwind to beat up Jacob...he’s kind of like that guy that people move away from on the bus.
Thatcher: Ouch, Nikki, ou - hey what’s this!
From directly behind, Jacob himself speeds out, clipping Lisa on the back of her head with an, admittedly sloppy, forearm strike that sent her tumbling face first to the floor, narrowly missing Francine in the process! Jacob managed a pair of stomps to her before Francine got her bearings straight and pulled at Jacob’s arm, almost pleading with him to stop.
Thatcher: The relationship between the two of them is a complicated one. It goes back just about ten years to the day...
Mynx: Is it really? Francine made a choice that worked out pretty well for MAX, and Jacob is still bitter to this day about it. Seems pretty cut and dry to me, honestly.
Jacob stops, almost as if he were really listening to Francine’s words, it was like they were...calming, to him? Yes, calming to him. He spun around, staring…
Mynx: What is even happening? Quick, you’ve got him right there, go kick him below the belt for being such an insensitive pig!
Francine was a bit animated, talking with her arms though her voice wasn’t getting picked up by the house mics. She’d point down at Lisa, then throw her arms in the air. Jacob remained motionless. Almost entranced.
Thatcher: I’ve never seen Jacob listen to anybody that isn’t the Pretty Committee since we’ve become acquainted with him...maybe we should keep her on call.
Mynx: Is Francine the answer to The Upper Class and we just don’t know it yet?
Thatcher: Nah, I think that answer is Bryan Blaze and Sam Tolson tonight, honestly.
Jacob shrugged at Francine. “Well it’s not like I can fight her now…” He shakes the sleeve on his fur coat, just enough such that an object falls out of the sleeve...a lead plate!
Thatcher: He...that’s the arm he clocked Lisa with!
Mynx: Just when you thought Jacob Hotstuff couldn’t get any more despicable, he just took Lisa right out of the game with that metal plate…
Francine turned her back to him, crossing her arms across her chest. She was furious! Quietly her eyes closed and she slowly shook her head “I can’t believe you…”
It was right about that time that another woman came out from the back. An older woman, blonde hair, looked like she was in pretty great athletic shape given her clearly older age. Definitely Hispanic.
Mynx: Who is that?
Thatcher: Well I do recall having a conversation with someone a couple of days ago, inviting her to come to Day of Judgment. But this couldn’t be….
Her hair was done up in a ponytail, and she was dressed in black track pants and a green athletic top like she had just came from a workout. She also carried a mic…
?: Oh, so you’re the infamous Jacob Hotstuff… she said with a wink. After the verbal barbs you shared with me, I just knew that when Toby offered me the chance to swing by, I had to take him up on the offer…
Francine turned to see the woman who, much to her pleasant surprise, seemed to be on friendly terms.
?: My name is Maria...Maria Montez. Ring any bells, Jacob?
Jacob stared at the woman, dumbstruck, almost frozen in fear.
Maria Montez: Remember how you kept ducking me a couple days ago? Well, looks like you’re free now. I’m free now too...you’re scheduled to compete, and I’m sure each and every one of these people would love to see me…she looks down for a moment and snickers, then back up eye-to-eye with the loudest member of Whirlwind...to see me kick your ass all over this arena!
Francine took the mic from the Hispanic beauty, gracefully of course.
Francine Danger: Actually, that sounds like a perfect idea! Go get down there Jacob...or do we have to drag you down there?
The chase was on as Maria and Francine stepped closer to Jacob, forcing him down the aisle...exactly where they wanted him. From there Jacob took off to the left with Francine in pursuit, and Maria to the right for the pincer attack! Half way around Jacob got wise to the plan and stopped short, then dove into the ring! Francine was mere inches from catching him. Jacob stopped to laugh, just as the pitch over the Gimnasio rose to it's peak; Maria had also stopped short and entered the ring opposite from him!
Mynx: This can't end well.
The bell rang, confusing Jacob for just a moment…
Singles Match
Lisa Lightning Maria Montez w/ Francine Danger vs “The B-Lister” Jacob Hotstuff
Thatcher: Turn around buddy…
It didn't take long for him to realize what's up, a feeling the rest of the crowd picked up on from the look of dread quickly overtaking his face……….
Just as he turned to see her, Maria exploded onto Jacob with a handspring to back elbow, the impact catching him across the jaw and sending him right to the mat! From there Maria sprinted back to the ropes, on the rebound she rolled through into a somersault, jumping up and landing down on top of Jacob with her back to his chest (Rob Van Dam’s “rolling thunder” in case i didn't describe that well enough)! Like a pro, from that position she reaches back to hook his near leg as Ace Vincent drops down to make the count;
1!
2!
Jacob kicks out!
Thatcher: Look at her go!
Mynx: Francine seems to be enjoying this on the outside, too!
Maria wastes no time in bringing the pain to Jacob as she picks him up by the hair as she gets back to her feet. She puts him into a front facelock, but he quickly fights out of it, pushing her off. She lunges forward at him, narrowly missing, but perhaps on instinct Jacob straight back bumps anyway, prompting confusion from the twenty year veteran Maria. Jacob was slow to recover from his own .mistake, which made it even easier for Maria to swoop in from behind as she wrapped her hands around Jacob's neck to lock in the coquina clutch!
Thatcher: The new girl has got some game!
Mynx: But look at Jacob, he's not showing any signs of giving up at all!
Francine couldn't help but to watch with concern after first seeing the bad bump then seeing the choke. That was still her longtime friend, despite a weird and troubled past between them! Still, she rooted Maria on anyway, as the veteran made the Hollywood star pay for his actions earlier in the night.
Mynx: Hey, someone should go check on Jacob though, seriously. He hasn't responded still and he's turning blue…
Maria shouted at Jacob, “just tap out already!” as she shifted her hands to turn the hold to a more “shoot" submission! This didn't last long before a white cloth was thrown into the ring from...Francine’s direction?!
Thatcher: What the hell was that?
Indeed, the bell was called for as Maria immediately released the hold following Francine taking matters into her own hands. Ace took Maria’s hand and raised it while in his other was a mic to make it official;
Ace Vincent: The winner of the match, as a result of a submission...Maria! Montez!
Thatcher: Maria Montez may be new to the Whirlwind, but she has the killer instincts of someone that knows their way around a ring.
Mynx: She was impressive no doubt. But I wanna know why Francine would submit the match on Jacob's behalf. Why would anyone want to see less punishment happen to the self proclaimed “Michael Bay of Pro Wrestling”?
Thatcher: You'll have to ask her that yourself. For now, we can only look at the facts. Jacob Hotstuff is still yet to win a match, and Maria is undefeated after showing she is always ready to go!
California Wrestling Division vs Whirlwind Wrestling
Cross-Network Exhibition Match
Britney Anders vs MAX Danger
Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy” blasts into the Gimnasio to send these loyal fans to a frenzy for big MAX Danger as he stepped into the zone!
Thatcher: Here we go, the match we built up as “the money match” all week on social media, it’s our cross-network relationship with the California Wrestling Division!
Mynx: Our own MAX Danger goes one on one with the CWD’s resident loudmouth, Britney Anders...who is still carrying an unclaimed bounty on her head!
Thatcher: Unclaimed? Well, I think after MAX is done here...that bounty isn’t gonna be unclaimed anymore…
Mynx: You may be right.
Being the fan-favorite he is, MAX takes his time down the aisle, trying to interact with as many fans as he could. High fives, picture opportunities, hand shakes, fist bumps, you name it. At the end of the aisle, MAX stood, and with one vertical leap he moves from the floor to the ring apron, and then into the ring. Rather than ask, he just rips the mic from Ace Vincent’s hands.
MAX Danger: Yo. I ain’t gonna eat up all of your time tonight, we all know what we’re here for. How many people here wanna see a loudmouth shut up?
MAX let out a boastful chuckle at the roaring approval of the Gimnasio!
MAX Danger: Bah ha ha ha ha! That’s what I like to hear. Britney Anders has been running all over this industry just completely unchecked, we saw it last month right here, in our backyard. And...she almost got what’s comin’ to her then. Almost.
The reaction from his home turf was one that brought him great joy.
MAX Danger: Aww, you guys. I’m so happy each and every one of you is here to witness this night. It’s the night that Britney finally got hers! It’s the night Britney’s mouth finally wrote one too many checks her behind couldn’t cash! It’s the night...that I look her in the eye and say “Britney...let’s get dangerous!”
Mynx: This crowd is practically eating out of the palm of MAX’ hand!
Thatcher: As they should be, we’re about to see the end of The Living Doll and it’s one of our guys collecting the sizable bounty on her head!
Right on cue, Britney Spears’ “Gimme More” starts off with a fade into Ariana Grande’s “No More Tears Left to Cry”!
Mynx: Right on schedule.
Thatcher: Fashionably late, just perfect for Britney Anders…
It took a couple of minutes before the click and the clack of metal on concrete could be heard. Wait, metal on concrete, what? Indeed, as Britney Anders slowly “hobbled” out onto the entrance area…
Thatcher: Wait just a damn minute, what is this?!
Mynx: Britney..is on crutches? Hey, what gives?
With a crocodile tear streaming down her face she hobbles about half way down the aisle with a mic in hand. MAX impatiently stands with his hands on his hips.
Britney Anders: Hey. MAX. i got some...bad news, for you.
Britney Anders: Shut up, quiet you! She said, turning to the fans. I know we were set to put on a clinic tonight, MAX, and I was totally, totally looking forward to that for our companies…..but as you can see, I suffered a bit of a set back after my last CWD match. You see, I came off the top rope, and, gosh, I must have tweaked my ankle on the landing, because now I can’t hardly walk without these…
Thatcher: Britney Anders re-injured herself in another match? That’s a shame, I was really excited to see this happen.
Mynx: It would have been great for both our companies, for sure. But, if she’s injured, she’s injured. What can you do, y’know?
MAX rolls his eyes, it was clear that he, as well as the rest of the Gimnasio, weren’t completely convinced by Britney’s attempts to weasel out of the match.
MAX Danger: Cut the bullcrap Britney, we all know you have a really easy tell when you’re lying…
Britney looks up at MAX, a look of incredulous shock over her face.
MAX Danger: Yeah. It’s whenever your mouth is open.
As the Gimnasio firmly gets behind MAX, Britney stares down at the ground for a moment. When she looks back up, you could almost see her eyes watering. She was hurt. Disappointed. It was like true sorrow right in front of us…
Britney Anders: I’m hurt! Not just physically, but now mentally! Not only am I in incredible pain but, but…
She inches her way closer to the ring, now using the apron to steady herself. Climbing into the ring would have been too much strain…..
Britney Anders: Now you call into question my character as a GOOD PERSON?!
Britney Anders: Quiet, all of you! What, do you want me to fight when I’m injured? Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?
Britney Anders: Well, too bad! I’m not gonna risk my personal well being for some ungrateful slobs that just want to see me get hurt! You’re all bloodthirsty pigs with no respect for the sacrifices I’ve made for you!
Thatcher: That’s not how you endear yourself to our fans, Britney…
MAX Danger was loving every minute of the Whirlwind faithful giving Britney the riot act.
Britney Anders: So, MAX, can we ignore these rude savages...and put this match on hold? I want to...give you……….
Without warning, Britney takes her crutch and sweeps it under the ropes, catching MAX right dead center at the back of his calf...but it doesn’t faze him at all!
Thatcher: Oh come on now!
Mynx: More importantly, her crutch just had no effect on him!
Quickly she pulls the crutch back under her arm, feigning a limp as she backs away…
MAX Danger: I knew it...but hey Britney, wasn’t your limp on the other leg? Might want to get your story straight…
Embarrassed, Britney blushed then quickly shifted the crutch to the other side as if no one had saw that.
MAX Danger: I’m just pullin’ your chain, you were right the first time…
Britney was livid! MAX had just made a fool of her plan! She raised the crutch up, threatening him - when the Gimnasio suddenly plunged into jeers and boos as a man slips out of the crowd and into the ring, taking MAX down with a chop block to the leg!
Thatcher: Tyrell!
Mynx: Dreamy Leon taking advantage of this tense stand off to get the jump on MAX ahead of their PRIDE Fighting Rules Match!!
Now look at him quickly applying that ankle lock - the same ankle lock he used on Lisa Lightning last month to send a message to MAX!
Almost desperately, Leon clinches the ankle and pulls upward, twisting, bending it in ways the human body should not be able to bend, while Britney watches with a smile as Ace Vincent rushes down to the ring to call for the bell!
California Wrestling Division vs Whirlwind Wrestling
Cross-Network Exhibition Match
Britney Anders vs MAX Danger
PRIDE Fighting Rules Match
Leon Tyrell vs MAX Danger[/i][/u]
Still keeping the ankle lock applied, he Leon shouted down to MAX “give up already!” to which MAX grunted and reached his hand out toward the rope, albeit with his fingers narrowly missing them. Leon twists and contorts MAX' ankle, causing a guttural noise to come from MAX' lips. MAX drags his hands down his face in agony as Ace Vincent bends down to check on him – which was just the inspiration he needed to make another grab, this time getting the bottom rope between his fingers for the break!
Thatcher: Leon took the low road to start, but you have to question the logic in using such a submission on MAX and his unusually long limbs. He's got a certain reach advantage unlike what most would have.
Mynx: Ssh. Dreamy Leon is in the ring now.
Thatcher: Again, marriage certificate, wedding bells, that sound familiar, Nikki?
Leon didn't believe it though. He had MAX in his grip, and he wasn't going to give up the hold so easily. Luckily for MAX though, Ace wasn't going to let Leon get away with that for long.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5 – Leon barely lets go before Ace finishes his count!
Leon wasted no time keeping the onslaught going as he jumped up to his feet to begin stomping on the targeted ankle. A second, third, fourth, and fifth strike, before Ace finally pushed Leon back to allow for MAX to use the ropes to pull himself up, albeit still hunched over as he favored his one ankle.
Thatcher: You don't have to respect his attitude. But his strategy is sound.
Mynx: Everyone knows you beat big men by taking out their base. Especially a man as talented as Leon Ty -
Thatcher: I swear if you make another comment about how dreamy he is, I'm gonna ask Toby if we can replace you with Monte the Python...
MAX, for the first time in this contest, finally looked up, his eyes locking across the ring with Leon's. He slowly nodded his head and dared Leon to come in. “Come on, 'pretty boy'...” to which Leon rightfully took offense to, drawing himself in to MAX' threat. He came at him with a head full of steam, but dropped back just before MAX would have clocked him, dropped low, and took the big guy down with a beautiful dropkick to the leg! MAX went right down like a ton of bricks, chest first, with Leon quickly rolling him over onto his back to make the cover as Ace counted;
1!
2!
MAX powers out!
Mynx: Well you know my feelings here, but that doesn't change my thoughts on MAX Danger's incredible, freakish athleticism. Toby really found a diamond in the rough with this guy.
Thatcher: Is it really a diamond in the rough when the man boasts of a 129-0 MMA record?
Mynx: Fair point.
After being powered off the big man, Leon scurried right back to the game with another series of stomps to MAX' ankle, each one more crushing than the last, right to the sound of the buzzer! Ace got between the two, pushing Leon back to his corner then helping MAX get to his own.
Thatcher: Well, I think it's obvious who took this round.
From the PA: The winner of the first round, by unanimous decision – Leon Tyrell!!
Mynx: Of course. My man wrestled an entirely one-sided match!
Thatcher: Let's see if he can keep it up, because here comes round 2.
Leon was first to step out of his corner, left foot forward, hands up in a boxer's stance, he was guarded. He was ready. Meanwhile MAX grabbed at his foot then limped forward, taking extra care to keep weight off the bad foot. Just as the bell rang, Leon encircled the MMA icon, licking his lips like a pack of hyenas on a carcass. MAX was definitely a bit slow on the uptake. That's when Leon made his move.
Right into MAX' big boot!! Just as Leon had jumped, MAX leapt forward full of life, knocking Leon HARD upside his head with a thundering boot to the face!! Leon with nowhere to go, took the hard shot, slumping down comically to the mat. MAX looked down at Leon and chuckled, along with the Whirlwind faithful, before dropping down in a cover with a hook of the near leg;
1!
2!
Leon kicks out!
Mynx: …
Thatcher: Unbelievable. MAX suckered Leon Tyrell in, he knew Leon would take the bait like a dumb bass.
Mynx: Well I'm not speaking on it.
Just as Leon rolled out of the cover, MAX grabbed him and slugged him between the shoulder blades, then pulled Leon up to his feet with him. He rocked him with another shot to the back of his head, and Leon looked like he was out on his feet. MAX hooked Leon up from behind, lifting him, and then slamming him down to the mat with a beautiful, half nelson suplex to a round of cheers!
Thatcher: Seems everyone wants to see Leon Tyrell get beat up...
MAX backed off for a moment, seeing Leon out as he was. He cocked his fist back, calling for what we all were waiting to see. The crowd even sung along with him;
It took some time for Leon to stumble blindly up to his feet, but just as he spun around, MAX hauled off and decked him, right in the face! Leon couldn't stay up even if he wanted to as MAX confidently dropped down into a lateral press, covering the so-called “Industry Standard” as Ace Vincent counted the fall, along with the fans;
1!
2!
BUZZ!
Thatcher: Unbelievable! That's two months in a row MAX Danger had Leon Tyrell dead to rights, only to get blocked by the buzzer!
Mynx: Guess he shoulda worked faster instead of playing to the crowd...
Thatcher: Yeah, you're one to talk.
From the PA: The winner of the second round, by unanimous decision – MAX Danger!
Thatcher: We knew that was coming.
Mynx: I didn't.
Thatcher: Well open your eyes. Because here comes round 3!
MAX was eager to start again while Leon wasn't really motivated to even get up after the punch that he had become so familiar with over the last couple of months. MAX stomped his foot, prompting Leon to sit up, albeit still holding his head in his hand. MAX kicked his foot back, letting loose a snort as if he were a...charging moose. He waited for Leon to get back to his feet, then charged across the ring – but Leon with the crafty wherewithal backsteps into the ropes, saving not just his chances in this match, but perhaps the rest of his career from what quite possibly could have been spread out all over the mat in a gory mess!
Thatcher: That spear would have put anyone down.
With MAX missing the mark, his momentum carried him to the other side of the ring, half hanging out between the top and middle ropes. With the opportunity presented, Leon raced over and tipped MAX' feet through the ropes and to the apron. Leon kicks at MAX through the ropes, before stepping out onto the apron to meet him. MAX rose back to his feet in time to meet Leon's punch with his own hand. MAX' fist begins closing tightly over Leon's hand, forcing him back closer and closer to the ring post, until Leon kicks at MAX' big meaty thigh, breaking the hold and freeing Leon's hand.
Mynx: This is a bad situation, something is sure to happen...and I hope it's not to Leon.
Leon steps forward with a stiff jab to the midsection of MAX, then another that winds him, hunching him over. Desperately, Leon reaches his foot out and stamps on MAX' bad foot, which causes him to howl in pain! Leon takes a step back and a deep breath, then swings his foot around in a beautiful roundhouse kick that sends MAX stumbling from the apron to the floor on a knee! Satisfied, Leon takes one more breath then leaps from the apron into MAX – but MAX catches him in midair with that savage spear!! Leon looks like he's broken in half as he crumbles to the mat, with MAX resting over the top of him in what would have been a pinfall, had they been inside the ring!
BUZZ!
Mynx: Wow. What a way to end the round.
Thatcher: No kidding, that was tense, and even I was holding my ribs after Leon got speared!
Mynx: Poor guy...he might need medical attention!
From the PA: The winner of the third round, by unanimous decision – MAX Danger!
Thatcher: No doubt that counter-spear went a long ways towards impressing the judges at the end.
Mynx: What?! Recount, I demand a recount! Leon totally had this won!
Thatcher: Just like his career, this victory too was slipping away. We're entering round four and Leon Tyrell is now in a pressure-cooker, must-win situation. Leon needs to work hard to win the round and keep it even, or else he MUST score a pinfall or submission in round five over the man he has never been able to pin to-date!
Mynx: C'mon dreamy Leon...you can do this. Round four is all yours...
As the timer started for round four, the two competitors did not. MAX lay, clearly fatigued, exhausted even, over the top of his heated adversary. But he was a fighter above everything else. As long as he drew breath, he knew he had to continue. He had to give the conclusion we all wanted to see. He had to give Leon the routing that he needed to finally call it quits. Slowly, he pushed himself up on his knees, taking another breath as he did. He grabbed Leon by the hair, taking him with him as he got to his feet. With a grunt, he threw Leon by the hair, whipping him into the steel barricade – but Leon leapt up on the top of the barricade, turning in mid-air to catch MAX with a Pele Kick, staggering the big man but, amazingly, not taking him off his feet! Leon lands on his feet in front of him.
Thatcher: How on Earth is Leon able to do that even now?!
Mynx: Pure. Adrenaline.
Thinking fast, Leon grabs MAX by the arm to whip the staggered man into the barricade, but MAX puts the brakes on and pulls Leon into him and to the ring apron! Leon reels as the structure shows just how unforgiving it is to the human body as Leon folds in half on it. MAX barrels in behind to crush Leon between him and the ring, but Leon had other plans as he quickly pulled himself into the ring under the bottom rope. With no time to stop, MAX slams into the ring himself, the structure showing how unforgiving it is one more time! Leon, with all his might quickly grabs MAX by the arm and pulls him into the ring, finally covering with a hook of the near leg, prompting Ace Vincent to drop down to count the fall;
1!
2!
3 – MAX drapes his foot across the bottom rope!
Leon sat up in disbelief, that could have, should have, must have been all! But Ace insists the rope break saved him. Leon turned back to him and grabbed MAX by the arm, taking him to the center of the – when MAX reached up and took Leon to the mat with a school boy roll-up, referee Ace Vincent quickly getting into position;
1!
2!
Leon kicks out!
Just as MAX would sit up, Leon BLASTS him with a superkick to the face! MAX falls back to the mat, eyes rolling to the back of his head, a fatigued Leon falls haphazardly back first over MAX, with Ace dropping down to count the surprise pi –
BUZZ!
Thatcher: Damn!! Just when MAX was out for the count, Leon could have made the three...
Mynx: Talk about Saved by the Bell...
From the PA: The winner of the fourth round, by two-one majority – Leon Tyrell!
Leon sits up, stressfully running his hands through his hair. He couldn't believe how close he was. This was it. The final round would be starting soon, and the score was tied up two-two. Was Leon Tyrell a high pressure player, or a professional choke artist?
Mynx: This is like, bottom of the ninth in the World Series, bases loaded, two strikes, two outs...
Thatcher: These two have me on the edge of my seat, you can clearly tell just how much both of these men want this win!
As the bell rings to signify the start of round five, Leon immediately, frantically covers MAX with a hook of the far leg, as Ace drops down to make the count;
1!
2!
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MAX rolls his shoulder off the mat!
Mynx: Unbelievable. The time between rounds must have given him just enough in the tank to be able to stay in this!
Leon repositions himself, this time going into a lateral press with his body weight firmly across MAX' chest as Ace counts again;
1!
2!
MAX powers out! Leon gets hurled into the air and onto the mat a couple feet away. He sits up, the look on his face one of stone cold fear after MAX' sudden feat of strength.
Thatcher: WHAT?! This late in and MAX looks to be hitting a new level of adrenaline!
Mynx: MAX Danger must be a late game player, and Dreamy Leon was none the wiser to it.
Thatcher: To be fair, their last match only went three minutes. He had no way of knowing...
Leon slowly grabs the ropes, pulling himself to his feet while MAX kips up, almost effortlessly. Leon stared with his jaw hanging open at the sight. Haphazardly, Leon stood in that same boxer's stance, left foot forward and his hands up ready to engage. Sorta. His movements and stance betrayed the idea he was ready as he swayed and his arms tired. But his swagger may have been the only thing not fatigued. He motioned at MAX with one hand, “just bring it” to which MAX grinned, bringing his hands up in front of him. As he approached, Leon bobbed and weaved, albeit badly out of sync, and MAX made him pay for that! A thunderous overhand left jab right to the shoulder of Leon was enough to hobble him, and a heavy right to the gut took the wind right from him. MAX took Leon by the arm and whipped him into the ropes, following close behind to catch Leon as he hit them with a high jumping knee to the face! The impact from the knee sent Leon back to the ropes, one arm draped over the top to barely hold on. MAX stopped, then started “winding up” his arm before shouting out, and the crowd sung along with him;
...to which Leon wisely dropped to the mat and under the bottom rope, much to the chagrin of the Whirlwind faithful!
Thatcher: Gotta admit that was the best place for him. That knockout punch would have been the final nail in his coffin, for sure.
MAX didn't let the escape foil his onslaught though. Instead, he went back to the other side of the ring, rebounding from there across the ring to Leon's side, then dives between the top and middle ropes – but Leon moves! MAX with nowhere to go, crashes head first into the steel barricade!
Mynx: What the hell, big men shouldn't be able to fly like that!
Thatcher: We're learning a ton about both these athletes in one night!
Leon stood over MAX, once again in shock. Never in a million years would he have expected this man to fly. Either that, or he was thinking about how he was almost a pancake on that barricade. At any rate, Leon grabbed MAX by the arm and began to drag him back to the ring. It was a slow process, MAX was all but dead weight right now. But, after losing a whole minute of the clock, Leon finally managed to get him onto the ring apron where he could push him into the ring. From there, Leon climbed up onto the apron, breathing heavy as he did. Then, the idea hit him. Instead of going into the ring, he climbed the turnbuckle from the outside, raising one arm in the air as he got to the top. He pointed at his elbow as he shouted out “Aces High”...
Mynx: C'mon Leon, don't do this...just finish him already.
He leaps into the air!
Flying...
Flying...
Flying...
CRASH!
Leon must have miscalculated the trajectory because he planted his elbow, on the mat, right next to MAX!
Thatcher: Pure fatigue...Leon is done for.
Just as Derrick spoke, MAX slowly began to stir, first sitting up and then to his knees. He groggily looked around. Seeing Leon lying there, MAX threw his arm across Leon's chest as Ace counted the fall;
1!
2!
3 – Leon kicks out!
Mynx: It doesn't get closer than that!
Slowly MAX pushed himself to his feet, that late game wind finally dying down, he looked as exhausted as Leon did. But now was his time. He began to cock his fist back as Leon barely was at his knees, everyone in the Gimnasio went dead quiet for the moment they were waiting for! MAX rears back, and launches his fist right at Leon with a certain spring-loaded force that could only have come from the “Let's Get Dangerous” (Big Show's WMD punch) – when Leon ducked!!
He. Ducked.
MAX finds himself far over-extended from the punch, while Leon scurries behind to grab ahold of MAX' leg, the same ankle that was targeted earlier, bringing things full circle again with “The Rose Vine” (Ankle Lock)!
Mynx: He did it! Yes, yes, GO Dreamy Leon!
Thatcher: MAX is in excruciating pain right now, look at his face!
Leon barks at MAX through clenched teeth and baited breath while MAX lets out the grunt of an injured animal, it'd be really, really easy to just slap the mat and free yourself of the pain...but MAX can't do that. Ace Vincent drops back down to check on MAX, asking if he wants to call it quits. MAX starts to shake his head when...
BUZZ!
Thatcher: Oh c'mon now, you gotta be kiddin' me!
Mynx: Leon had him in his sights!
Exhausted, Leon releases the hold and throws himself back against the mat while MAX crawls his way to the ropes, sitting back against the bottom. It was beyond obvious these two men had just gone to war, and it was a war neither would be forgetting any time soon.
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, for round five, the first judge, has scored in favor of – MAX Danger!
Hearing that news, you could see the dread fall over Leon's face. He now had to get both the judges to score for him if he wanted to win!
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, for round five, the second judge, has scored in favor of – Leon Tyrell!
Thatcher: Holy damn, we're literally tied to the very end!
Mynx: This is it. The next judge will give us the outcome that will make one of these athletes very happy.
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, for round five, the third and final judge, has scored in favor of –
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LEON TYRELL!!
Therefore, the winner of the match, as a result of judge split decision – Leon Tyrell!!
You could tell MAX was disappointed. He believed in himself, in his game. But, he was a fighter by trade, you win some, and you lose some. He knew he couldn't be mad at himself for going twenty-five minutes in only his second ever wrestling match, to bring a ten year veteran athlete to his very brink...
Mynx: Leon did it! But that was far, far too close for my own comfort...
Thatcher: Agreed, in a match that could have easily saw either man going the distance, one of these two was bound to hear the bad news. They should be proud though, this may be the first match of the year candidate for Whirlwind Wrestling to-date. That's something to be proud of.
Mynx: I couldn't have said it better, Derrick.
Following the shock announcement nobody looks more surprised than Leon Tyrell as the referee raises his arm into the air. Leon attempts to throw up his spare arm, but winces and instinctively grabs his ribs.
Thatcher: “Leon Tyrell wins by a hair, and I think he’s just as surprised as the rest of us.”
Mynx: “Speak for yourself. I knew dreamy Leon could do it, I never stopped believing in him because he’s the Industry Standard!”
MAX frowns and shakes his head in disbelief, though he knew the streak couldn’t last forever, and there’s no shame in losing such a closely contested fight. As MAX shares a word with the referee regarding the decision Leon gingerly climbs to the second ropes in the corner and slaps his chest. He shouts out, “who’s the man, I’m the man!” and points to himself. Then he jumps down, winces again and grabbing his ribs once more as he lands on his feet. MAX approaches and offers Leon a handshake in good faith.”
Thatcher: “What a professional.”
Leon looks down cautiously. He slowly reaches out to accept MAX’s gesture… then quickly pulls his hand away and flips MAX the bird.
Thatcher: “What a jackass.”
Mynx: “Oh don’t you dare be sour.”
Leon does an RVD-esque pose, pointing to himself and calling himself the best. MAX just shakes his head, leaving Leon to his own devices. Leon rolls out of the ring and hugs some random people in the front row while continuing to shout and celebrate. He starts a slow jog around the ring; he has to hold his abdomen with one arm as he does his lap, and raises his other hand into the air, one finger raised, signaling that he has number one. The jog ends at the aisle, Leon heads up it while taunting the crowd and continuing to yell. “Bulletproof baby!” he shouts, and then waves a coy “bye-bye” down to the ring at MAX. “It’s over, and I’m better than you.”
Thatcher: “You’d think he won the Championship.”
Mynx: “Why are you raining on Leon’s parade? Don’t you comprehend the enormity of this win?”
Instead of going to the back he changes course and heads over to the announcers, well out of his way. He forces a rough, excited handshake out of Thatcher, and pats him so hard on the back he knocks his headset off. Minx is more eager to congratulate him, she rises to her feet to embrace Leon with a big hug. As they disengage Minx stands up on her tip-toes, closes her eyes and tries for a kiss. Leon puts a hand over her face, pushes her away and climbs onto the announce table. The celebration continues.
Thatcher: “So what was that?”
Mynx: “What was what? What was nothing, that’s what. Shut your mouth.”
Thatcher: “Well regardless folks, I think this celebration is gonna continue for awhile longer. It’ll take some time to get Leon outta here, stay tuned because we’ve got more action coming up.”
There’s a long shot on an exhausted Leon pointing at himself, calling himself the man, and even making a title gesture as the scene cuts out.
Tag Team Elimination Match
Bryan Blaze & Samantha Tolson vs The Upper Class (Veronica Taylor and Bianca Davis) w/ Jacob Hotstuffi][/u]
Starting the match out for The Upper Class was Bianca Davis, while on the other side we see Bryan Bla – when Sam eagerly put her hand on his chest to say “Nah, allow me. She's mine.” Blaze threw his hands up “you're the boss” and that focus of Sam's was turned all onto Bianca.
Thatcher: Bianca's and Sam's story is one that dates back years...
Mynx: And still one that many would ask if it ever will see an end.
Sam slowly slid her hands together, licking her lips like dinner had just been served. Bianca feigned indifference, fearlessness, though she quickly reached back to tag Vero in.
Thatcher: Who is she trying to fool? We all know Bianca fears Tolson.
Mynx: That sounds like a trendy tag. Hashtag BiancaFearsTolson? I bet that's...waitaminute, lem'me check our media feed...yup, trending right now!
Thatcher: Everyone at home can follow along with the match too, just use the tag “#BiancaFearsTolson” so we can see it and you'll earn a free retweet from our social media team!
Sam marches across the ring indifferently, after all one fashionista is as good as another right? Vero quickly backpedals into the ropes, but Sam grabs her by the hair anyway! She starts to pull her away, when Ace gets between them, instructing Sam to back up as long as Vero is in the ropes. Annoyed, she takes a step back as instructed, shouting “come on!” as she does so. Ace turns back to Vero warning her to continue the match. Slowly, Vero begins to let go – and Sam is quick to pounce as she grabs Vero's wrist and pulls her in close with a grip tight enough to make Vader's force choke blush. Easily she begins to overpower Vero with a test of strength bridging her to the mat, until Bianca steps into the ring to arrogantly slap the back of Sam's head...
Thatcher: Now, that isn't gonna do anything but piss her off...
Sam lets Vero go and immediately turns her attention to Bianca, since that seemed to be what she wanted so much. Bianca mouths “Don't be a whalebasic” to which Sam rolls her eyes then takes a looonnnngggg stride forward to grab Bianca in a rear waistlock. Bianca grabs ahold of the top rope as Sam begins to lift, but her grip is still too strong for Sam to quickly rip her away! Sam tries again, and again Bianca hangs in there for dear life!
Mynx: Looks like someone is about to get a one way, all expense paid trip, to Suplex City!
Sam takes a heavy breath, then heaves back one more time – this time Vero takes her from behind, and whips her across the ring! On the rebound, Bianca quickly releases the ropes and turns around, the Pretty Committee together catches Sam, and drops her across the top rope, neck first! Blaze shakes his head, clearly agitated at the double team chicanery that's going on right in front of the referee's eyes. Speaking of the referee, Ace steps between the two – who were sharing a b*tchy giggle at Sam's expense, mind you – to explain to Bianca that she isn't the legal woman, and she needs to go back to her corner and firmly hold the tag rope. Bianca looks down, then back up into Ace's eyes with some puppy dog eyes of her own. “Oh, can't we just have three more minutes?” she asked, bringing her lips within an inch of his neck.
Thatcher: Oh c'mon get the hell outta here! She can't do this!
Mynx: What's wrong with...using your God-given assets to assist in any way necessary?
Thatcher: It's unethical! This is an athletic competition, not a softcore porn script...
Mynx: Did you really just use ethics in an argument against The Upper Class? Pretty sure that ship has sailed the minute these three formed their little...coalition.
Ace was clearly getting hot under the collar and completely preoccupied with Bianca...while Vero turned to Sam with a kick to her kidneys. Haplessly, she slid off the rope and to the mat while Vero stood over her, laughing. She calls Bianca over, the two taking turns alternating their stomps all over. Bianca, then Vero, then Bianca, then Vero, then – finally, Blaze has had enough, and he jumps up on the top rope and springboards all the way across the ring to dropkick Bianca right out of the ring! Blaze quickly jumped up to his feet and with a cheesy thumbs up grin, the Gimnasio shouted for him;
Ace quickly rushes over to admonish Blaze furiously, “you never tagged in, get your ass out of this ring or I'm gonna disqualify you!” Blaze didn't take well to that, shoving back the referee! “Make her first!” Of course Bianca was lying outside the ring, courtesy of Blaze' dropkick, and Ace referenced that very fact. “She's already outside, now you go to.”
Mynx: Bryan had better be careful.
Thatcher: Are you blind? He's clearly getting fed up with this numbers game. And he shouldn't have to deal with it!
Mynx: That may be so, but you can't go around pushing back on officials...
Begrudgingly, Blaze finally backs away back to his corner while Vero pulls Sam up by the hair. She slaps her once, then mumbles something about not being pretty – when Sam throws Vero's hands off her and lights her up with a pair of knife-edge chops to the midsection of “Rodeo Drive Royalty” which has Vero staggered. Sam then hooks Vero's hands behind her, then lifts her up, slamming her down with an authoritative, Northern Lights suplex, of course bridging back to make the cover! Ace, who was leaning out of the ring to check on Bianca, slowly turns his attention to see the on-going pin.
1!
…
2!
…
Vero kicks out!
Blaze rolls his eyes from the corner.
Thatcher: That had to have been the slowest count ever.
Sam gets back to her feet, and this time it's her turn to get in Ace's face.
~ Hey, that rhymed! I'm a poet and I didn't even know it! My bad, back to your regularly scheduled fight. ~
Sam was reading Ace the riot act for his distracted officiating, but Ace insists his nice, smooth, level headed officiating has remained unbiased. Sam shakes her head in disgust before turning back to Vero with a stomp to the arm setting the stage for a textbook armbar, hyper-extending the model's arm and eliciting a foul sounding shriek from her lips! Foul to most, though, hearing Vero scream had to be like a Beethoven symphony to Sam's ears. Vero screeches out in utter agony as Sam wrenches and pulls and otherwise torques her arm in ways that an arm shouldn't bend. Ace lackadaisically checks on Vero when Sam had another idea. Still holding Vero’s arm she rose to her feet
Mynx: What on Earth does she have in mind?
Thatcher: From this position? Anything she wants.
“You ever see a model fly?!” She shouted out, before lifting Vero into the air by the arms via rear arm trap…
And threw her to the mat, chest first!
Thatcher: Good grief I'm glad I'm not against her!
Emphatically, Sam flips Vero over and covers her, the Gimnasio counting along with Ace;
1!
2!
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Bianca makes the save! And Ace breathes a visible sigh of relief.
Mynx: I had almost forgot about her bu --
Thatcher: Blaze is making a bee line for her, he’s clearly had enough of the numbers game!
Mynx: Speaking of numbers...where is Jacob at? I thought he was supposed to be out here…
Thatcher: Based on earlier? He’s probably out licking his wounds after Maria Montez put him away like a wet towel.
Mynx: Hmm. If you say so, but I wouldn’t put it past him to be waiting for his opportune time to strike...
For the first time in this contest, with Vero down Bianca was all alone. That’s right. The Upper Class didn’t have the numbers advantage...a truth that Sam and Blaze nodded to. Bianca starts to back away at this point, while Sam comes at her from the right, Blaze from the left. With nowhere to go and trapped in the corner, Bianca throws her hands up, begging for even a morsel of mercy! Blaze and Sam look at each other curiously, or more truly, their eyes said just two words…”da fuq?”
Thatcher: I know Bianca isn’t expecting to get leniency here tonight…
Mynx: What I want to know is why Ace Vincent has lost all control of this match...this is not contested under tornado rules...
That’s when Blaze got an idea. He whispered something to Sam, then went across the ring. Sam hard whipped Bianca from the corner into the ropes, on the return Sam begins to lift Bianca up in a flapjack, with Blaze jumping up at Bianca’s peak height, spiking her to the mat with a cutter!
Mynx: Whoa! You could say that was…Three Dimensional.
Thatcher: It’s like brother and sister from another mother at this point.
Just as Blaze stood back up from the crippling double team maneuver, he went right back down like a ton of bricks! Wait, what?
Vero mimed wiping tears from her eyes in time to see Sam turning her attention back toward the original mean girl. Vero tried to make a break for it, but Sam caught her from behind in a rear waistlock, hurling her back with her own momentum, drilling Vero with a crisp belly-to-back suplex!
Sam smirked, “I always did it better,” she casually shouted out to the fourth wall and no one in particular wink wink. She could have gone for the pin, but like a good teammate, she turns her attention to Blaze to help him back up. He was red. He was seething. He was...ablaze, with emotion. He snaps at her, “don’t let her get away” then slides out of the ring to grab a steel chair from under the ring…
Thatcher: Hey waitaminute now, this is not a no disqualification match.
Sliding back into the ring, he slams the chair down hard on the ring. Sam turns, shocked, obviously she doesn’t want to see her partner do anything rash, Ace Vincent warns Blaze not to do it. Blaze disregards them all “to hell with this bullsh*t!”, and he waits for Vero to stumble to her feet...and SLAMS the chair into the back of her head, quickly prompting a trickle of blood to spurt out through her hair!
...As well as forcing Ace Vincent to call for the obvious announcement.
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, Bryan Blaze has been disqualified from this match!
He didn’t care. He just stood there, seething, still holding the chair, his arms trembling as he stared down at her. Sam just watched, shocked at what was happening. Not like Ace Vincent could stop him anyway, and Blaze knew that, so he set the chair down over Vero’s body, then turned to the ropes, he jumped onto the second and springboarded off, twisting his body in a beautiful shooting star form, crashing down onto Vero and the chair!
He probably hurt himself just as much as he hurt her, but he didn’t care. Right now, he didn’t feel it. Only one thing mattered. Finally, Blaze stood up, waving Sam over. “Pin her.” To which she does. You could have counted to a thousand and the result would have been the same.
1!
2!
3!
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, Veronica Taylor has been eliminated!
Thatcher: Bryan Blaze has snapped!
Mynx: Wait. I think I know what he did. He made a gambit, he knew The Upper Class couldn’t match up one on one with either of him or Sam, so by causing massive damage at his own expense, he ensured Sam was able to make the odds even and thus, their favor…
Thatcher: That’s clever. Now, what we have is fate. The only two left in the ring...is Bianca Davis, and Sam Tolson. It was always meant to be.
That was just the prologue though. What we really had, was a fresh Sam Tolson, and a battered Bianca Davis. In fact, it was Bianca that was just starting to get back up following that three dimensional double team. With a few quick steps, Sam was right on Bianca, her arms wrapped around in a rear waistlock. Like with Vero before, Sam starts to toss Bianca back, but Bianca has other plans as she rolls forward, taking Sam to the mat in a victory roll;
1!
2!
Sam kicks out!
This time it’s Bianca that gets up first, pulling Sam with her and blowing a mock kiss at her fa - when Sam levels Bianca with a kick to the midsection, she starts to lift her up…
AND CRASH, WITH THE “VICTORY DROP ALPHA” (Trapper Keeper Bomb), spiking Bianca AGAIN on her head, enough so to see a trickle of blood come from her nose! On the landing, Sam holds Bianca’s leg back while Ace Vincent, begrudgingly, counts the fall;
1!
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2!
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3!
It was done. Finally. It may not be the title, but the retribution Sam needed from last month was complete.
From the PA: The winners of the match. Samantha Tolson, and Bryan Blaze!!
Thatcher: That Victory Drop Alpha was so not needed...but mentally, it was everything that was necessary.
Mynx: Look at Ace, trying to suck up to Bianca now. Give it a rest buddy, she was never gonna go for you anyway.
Thatcher: Now what for Sam. For Blaze? You have to imagine the Whirlwind Championship is something high on both their to do lists now.
Mynx: Is it? I think I know one thing, at least on her side she needs first…
Thatcher: Do tell.
Mynx: Oh, Derrick, you know a lady never tells…
Thatcher: ...I walked right into that one, didn’t I Nikki? Anyway, folks, if you enjoyed watching The Upper Class get taught a lesson in humility, let us know! Tweet along with us using the tag #BiancaFearsTolson with your thoughts!
Following the events of earlier Jacob Hotstuff doesn't appear to be in all that great of shape, clearly in pain. He lays on a medical bed as a medical professional is jotting a few notes down on a clipboard as several other medical professionals share a few words with one another. Slowly Pendragon enters into view, like an angel of death watching over the Self-Proclaimed “Michael Bay of Professional Wrestling”. Jacob's eyes slowly meets approximately where Pendragon's would be underneath the mask as the color begins to leave his face; not only was he hurt but he was completely exposed with no backup. It was man to man, exactly in a position where the Star from Hollywood didn't want to be. A physician makes his way to stand between the two of them as Pendragon raises one hand... before another emerges from his robe as he produced a bible.
“No need to fear. I don't intend to bring violence inside a medical ward... but I will defend myself as needed; if necessary.”
A veiled threat that caught a nervous glance from Jacob who for once in his life decided to keep his mouth shut. This causes the physician to slowly back off, unsure himself if the ultimatum applied to him as well.
“No, even during a war such as this Great Class War the wounded have the right to seek appropriate medical care. Despite the bad blood and the war of words between you and I, I come here to wish you well on your recovery.”
Pendragon begins to flip through pages of the Holy Book looking for a specific passage in particular.
“I believe in a concept known as mercy; do you, Jacob? Are you familiar with the concept of mercy?”
Pendragon takes two steps forward as he stares down at Jacob as an uncomfortable silence fell over the room.
“Rhetorical question. I doubt you believe in it but you've shown yourself to be more than capable of understanding concepts that others may underestimate you over. You're smart Jacob, the look in your eyes tell me that you understand. Mercy is given to those who do not necessarily deserve it. Mercy is an act of benevolence and compassion, especially when one is in a vulnerable position.”
Pendragon slowly began to circle around the table Jacob was laying on like a shark circling its prey. His movements betrayed the softness in his words as the distress in Jacob's gaze appeared to be slowly rising as he watched his every movement like a hawk.
“Even when you tried to burn my face, destroy my mask and deny my right to exist as I am... I'm choosing to turn the other cheek. Jacob, I wish to pray for you.”
Finally Pendragon stopped on the side opposite of the entry into the room as he stared directly over Jacob. He looked over Jacob before scanning the pages of the Holy Book.
“And as it is written in Mark Chapter 5 verse 13 through 15; 'Is anyone among you in trouble? Let them pray. Is anyone happy? Let them sing songs of praise. Is anyone among you sick? Let them call the elders of the church to pray over them and anoint them with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise them up. If they have sinned, they will be forgiven.'”
Pendragon flips through a few more pages ever so swiftly as he slightly tilts his head up from the bible upon finding his place.
“And in Mark Chapter 6 verse 13 it is said; 'And they cast out many devils, and anointed with oil many that were sick, and healed them.' Let us pray.”
The medical team stands silent and out of the way as Pendragon flips studiously through the Holy Text. The nurses and the physician communicate through a series of glances and hand gestures as they ultimately decide it was best to allow this to continue.
“My dear friends, we are gathered here in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ who is present among us. As the gospels relate, the sick came to him for healing; moreover, he loves us so much that he died for our sake. Through the apostle James, he has commanded us: 'Are there any who are sick among you? Let them send for the priests of the Church, and let the priests pray over them, anointing them with oil in the name of the Lord; and the prayer of faith will save the sick persons, and the Lord will raise them up; and if they have committed any sins, their sins will be forgiven them.' Let us therefore commend our sick brother Jacob to the grace and power of Christ, that he may save him and raise him up.”
The eyes of one nurse in particular grew incredibly wide as it donned on her. Pendragon was reading Jacob his Last Rites. The horror pouring out of her face was palpable as she whispered frantically in an unintelligible tone to her colleagues. Pendragon pauses as he looks at the page inside the book muttering out-loud,
“I don't think Jacob is in any condition to confess his sins... besides he's too prideful even if he was in a speaking mood. I'll have to skip that portion...”
He flips through several more pages as it was clear now if it wasn't before that he was reading off a series of highlighted text and jotted down notes placed on the margins of the text. If looks could kill Jacob would be halfway towards killing Pendragon in cold murder while succumbing to death himself out of sheer distress and angst. Pendragon holds the Holy Text in one hand as he reaches into the robe procuring a vial of oil. He holds it up to the light as he begins to splash it all over Jacob's forehead.
“Through this holy anointing may the Lord in his love and mercy help you with the grace of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
Pendragon then moves and begins to splash the oil on his side, on his hands and arms. It becomes clear very quickly that Pendragon wasn't anointing Jacob with holy oils normally associated with the Church; this oil in particular smelled particularly flammable in nature. Like what one would expect from kerosene or lamp oil. The odor is unmistakable and undeniable as one of the nurses shrieks in terror at the realization of what Pendragon was doing. The other nurse does her best to comfort her, the physician deciding it was in his best interest to just sit tight and hope this ride soon came to a peaceful end.
“May the Lord who frees you from sin save you and raise you up. Amen.”
Pendragon looked at the vial seeing a generous amount still remained as he began to pour and splash the rest of it all over Jacob's body. Jacob had enough, all surefire confidence and swagger that was akin to his trademark was replaced by a very certain terror in his eyes. He knew what flammable liquids were and he knew just how easy it was to spark a flame in the immediate vicinity. What started as a fireball has escalated into so much more now.
Pendragon flipped towards the back of the bible where a good deal of text was handwritten into some of the blank pages near the back of the book. Pendragon takes the now empty vial and places it back inside his robe as he appears to be be ready to assume the reading of rites. However he pauses as he places the bible on a nearby side table and reaches into his robe again. Jacob by this point is sweating bullets and the nurses are in a near panic. The physician appears ready to tackle Pendragon if he produces a lighter and he nearly makes his move as Jacob closes his eyes not having the heart or the stomach to see whatever came next. Pendragon slowly produces the item from his robe... the empty vial. He turns to the physician as he extends it.
“Actually, I suppose I don't have a use for this anymore.Is there any place I can safely toss this in the rubbish?”
Jacob's eyes shoot open as he realizes Pendragon was toying with him just now. The physician doesn't respond; he doesn't know how to as Pendragon takes the initiative and places it on a nearby table. He then picks up the bible once more.
“Let us pray. Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Lord Jesus Christ, you chose to share our human nature, to redeem all people, and to heal the sick. Look with compassion upon your servant Jacob, whom we have anointed in your name with this holy oil for the healing of his body and spirit. Support him with your power, comfort him with your protection, and give him the strength to fight against evil. Since you have given him a share in your own passion, help him to find hope in suffering, for you are Lord forever and ever. Amen.”
Pendragon clasps his hands together and bows, the medical staff nervously doing the same.
“May The Lord bless you with enlightenment as you journey through the cleansing fire in the trials to come.”
The mere mention of fire made Jacob sweat bullets as a loud SNAP was heard by Pendragon shutting the bible with his hand. Pendragon places the Holy Book on Jacob's chest, patting the cover twice before taking the long way around the bed towards the exit. The physician, caught up in a bundle of nerves fishes a package of cigarettes out of his labcoat intending to light one up in seek of immediate stress relief; he doesn't get paid nearly enough to deal with the big personalities of wrestling and lucha libre. With a calm and serene touch Pendragon placed his hand on his shoulder in an effort to stop him with the soft shake of his head.
“You'll want to light that outside. Trust me.”
With that Pendragon made his leave as the camera immediately panned back to the expression of horror on Jacob's face knowing the doctor nearly lit a cigarette in a room with him covered in flammable liquid.
Ace Vincent: Introducing, already in the ring, standing 6’ 4” and weighing in at two-hundred-forty-two pounds. Donnie Mac!
The camera does a brief cut to show Donnie stretching in the ring before coming back to Ace.
Ace Vincent: And his opponent, making his in-ring Whirlwind debut...from Tom’s River, New Jersey. Standing 5’ 9”, he weighed in this morning at an even two-hundred pounds. This is “Mr. Athleticism”; TERRANCE! KNIGHT!!
Seether’s “Out of My Way” plays Terrance Knight down to the ring, eyes, lights, and camera flashes fixated on the second-generation athlete. Terrance however, pays no mind to his opponent in the ring as he waited for the bell to ring.
Terrance wasted no time with a sprint halfway across the ring, leveling Donnie with a huge Yakuza kick to the face, the impact sending him flying back against the corner! Before Donnie could even get his bearings, Terrance stays on him, sprinting into the corner, he lifts his elbow up to bash the man in the face! Terrance backs up and allows Dannyboy to stumble out of the corner before nose-diving with a “flair flop” onto the mat. Terrance looks down at the man and shakes his head, almost like he said “is that it?” Arrogantly, he steps on top of Donnie, one foot over his chest as Ace Vincent counts the fall;
Mynx: Terrance is not playing around even a little bit...
1!
2 - Terrance steps off of Donnie’s chest and kicks him over.
Thatcher: You have got to question the overconfidence there though. You’re not getting paid by the hour, why play with your food when you could just...finish it?
Donnie slowly started crawling away while Terrance watched, curiously. He waited. Donnie began to climb up to his knees, in response, Terrance began taking his elbow pad and peeling it back to expose his bare elbow. Donnie got back to his feet, finally, while Terrance pointed at his elbow. He let out an [inaudible] battlecry, leaping forward toward Donnie!
Thatcher: Ball game.
As he sped up, he turned around one-eighty degrees, bringing his elbow across Donnie’s face - but Donnie ducked! Terrance swung wildly over Donnie’s head, to which Donnie took Terrance around his waist and lifted him up, planting him to the mat with a standing spinebuster! Quickly he dropped into a cover as Ace counted;
1!
Terrance powered out!
Mynx: Donnie Mac made him pay for that arrogance, but Terrance isn’t even close enough to being down for the night!
Terrance slapped the mat, almost insulted that Donnie would catch him off-guard like that! Donnie turned around - right into a jumping knee from Terrance, catching him under the jaw!
Thatcher: He looks like he’s out on his -
Before Thatcher could even finish his sentence, Terrance continued the onslaught with a beautiful axe kick that sent Donnie spiraling back into the ropes, resting neck first on the top rope.
Mynx: No, NOW he’s totally out on his feet!
Terrance roughly grabs Donnie off the rope and shifts him onto his shoulders for a Samoan Drop...but then he shrugs and lets his weight slide off his shoulders, instead taking Donnie down fast, hard, and STIFF with “The Separator” (Fujiwara Armbar)! In less time than it takes some guys to finish a cup of coffee, Donnie Mac furiously slaps the mat begging and pleading with anyone available to break the hold! Terrance releases the hold, and Donnie slowly pulls his arm into his body, cradling it. Ace Vincent takes a mic from ringside, then raises Terrance Knight’s arm;
Ace Vincent: Your winner as a result of a submission; TERRANCE! KNIGHT!!
Thatcher: Terrance Knight with the dominant win here tonight, in what I believe to be record time.
Mynx: That armbar...holy crap, yeah, I’m glad my position is here and not across the ring from him.
Thatcher: Somebody better send a medic to check on Donnie Mac...I don’t believe arms are supposed to bend that way.
Mynx: In the meantime, after a performance like that you have to wonder what is next up for the second generation star, Terrance Knight.
Thatcher: Next up? The sky. Because that’s this kid’s limit.
The bell rings as the fans get in their seats for tonight’s action.
Ace Vincent, Whirlwind’s new ring announcer and senior referee official, belts his voice out over the air. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and how has your DAY OF JUDGMENT truly been, tonight?!”
While everyone is cheering and clapping and ready for the next match, Nanook is seen looking around from his seat. He spots something that catches his eye.
Nanook “Alright! Bester….Bester? Bester?”
Bester is gone, the seat next to Nanook is empty.
Nanook “DAMN IT! I SWEAR!”
Ace Vincent “The following contest is scheduled for….”
Ace Vincent “In this corner, weighing in at 195 pounds. Jose Sanchez!”
The crowd clap their hands and give Jose a warm welcome. He’s a new face to Whirlwind Wrestling and this is his first professional match.
Nanook stands up only to find Bester, err I mean Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris down on the floor with some fans, taking selfies, signing autographs.
Nanook “GD it!”
Ace Vincent “And his opponent!”
Boos.
Nanook “BESTER!”
Ace Vincent “From Detroit Michigan! Weighting in at 320 pounds. This. Is. RUIN!”
And more boos.
Nanook “BESTER! Damn it! Damn it all to hell, him and that stupid mask, I swear to god! Excuse me, pardon me, so sorry. Yes I know. Sorry, excuse me.”
As Nanook makes his way out to the isle to go get Bester, OGDA is high fiving kids, taking pictures and all that jazz.
In the ring, RUIN, a 20 year vet back in the states who never really became anyone, kicks Jose in the stomach, to some boos. He hammers Jose across the back with a big forearm smash. RUIN then lifts Jose by reaching around his gut, and holds him before flipping him in a side suplex to the mat with force!
Nanook has made it down to floor as a small “let’s go jobber” chant breaks out (y’know, because our fans can be smarky as all hell) as RUIN, that dirty American, puts the boots to their hometown hero.
Nanook “Bester! Bro! We’ve got to go!”
OGDA “Yes, I will always be there to help! I am the protector of the rainbow! I get my strength from the rainbows! I get my power from your love! Between the two, There is nothing, no one I can’t defeat!” Bester tells a small group of fans.
Small boy “Can you save Jose? Look at him? That old saggy breasted American is beating him up!”
Small girl “Yes OGDA! Save our local hero! Save my uncle! Jose!”
OGSA looks at the ring where Ruin has PHJRS laid out across the top rope in the corner and is just hammering away with stiff forearms and a blatant choke! And no one is happy about this! Jose is a local boy! He delivers newspapers in the morning!
Nanook “Bester! We’ve got to go!”
Bester looks at Nanook. He is defiant through the eye holes in his white mask. He looks down at the little girl.
OGDA “Jose Sanchez is your uncle?”
Small girl in tears “Yes OGDA! HE wants to be like you! He wants to be a guardian of the rainbow like you! Save my uncle OGDA! Save him!”
Nanook “Bester! We don’t have time for this! We have to find the boss!”
Bester kneels down in front of the girl.
OGDA “WIth everything that is holy, I shall help Jose! No one picks on Jose Sanchez and gets away with it!”
In the ring, RUIN has Jose set up for a top rope DDT! (A la like Randy Orton, only from the top rope.) Bester snaps to his feet, places his hands on his hips, puffs out his chest and the crowd reacts with a uproar of cheers! Bester than takes off running towards the ring, leaps over the guard rails as if they weren’t there! To a huge pop!
Nanook “BESTER! NO! STOP! YOU’RE RUINING EVERYTHING!”
Bester leaps up to the ring apron and points at RUIN, who can’t believe what is going on!
OGDA “STOP! RELEASE Jose OR FACE THE WRATH OF THE RAINBOW!”
The ref, he tries to tell OGDA to go back to his seat. RUIN lets go of Jose and he falls to the mat, better than being DDT’d and snapping his neck. RUIN starts to walk towards Bester, Bester pulls back on the top rope, springs up on it, and leaps from the top rope with a flying forearm, called the WRATH OF THE RAINBOW! OGDA connects and knocks RUIN out! Cold in the middle of the ring!
Nanook is in disbelief as security rushes into the ring to get Bester out of there. But the place is on their feet as Jose crawls and drapes his arm over RUIN as Bester exits the ring without putting up a fight with security.
The whole place counts with the ref!
1!
2!
3!
Huge pop for Jose as he has defeated RUIN! OGDA is so happy as he is being escorted out of the building.
Nanook “ARE YOU KIDDING ME? COME ON! SERIOUSLY!”
Nanook follows after Bester who is on his way out of the building, but Jose is getting his hand raised in victory and everyone is happy.
Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris saves the day again!
Whirlwind Championship
Joe Jones© vsPendragon or Stephen Callaway
Ace Vincent: The following singles match, is for the Whirlwind Championship! Introducing first, standing in the corner to my left, from Hamilton, South Lanarkshire, Stephen Callaway!
The camera cuts to an energetic Callaway pumped and ready for his first opportunity at becoming the very best in Whirlwind’s hierarchy.
Ace Vincent: And his opponent, standing in the corner to my right…
Ace Vincent: From the City of Sin, accompanied to the ring by the “Badass” James Kelloggs. He, is the reigning, defending, second-ever Whirlwind Champion...JOOOOOOEEEEE!! JOOOONNNEEESSSS!!
The camera cuts to Joe proudly displaying the title wrapped firmly around his waist even as James peaks his “little" head through the ropes to disparage Callaway from his dream. Ace then takes the Whirlwind Championship from Joe and raises it above his head in both hands.
Joe arrogantly presses his thumb to his chest as he shouts “that's that's my property!” while Callaway stares almost longingly at the title, this being the first shot in a long time, while feeling closer than ever to becoming the champion! It was a special moment, indeed.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Those three rings everyone worth their weight in salt craved to hear. Joe wasted no time in lunging forward at the wily veteran, getting caught with a deep gut kick for his troubles. From there Callaway scoops Joe up and drops him with a scoop slam, followed by an elbow drop - but Joe moves at the last second and Callaway eats the mat! Joe gets back to his feet and begins stomping, of course on the elbow Callaway just forcefully smashed into the canvas, before finally stopping with his arms outstretched…
“Nobody is ready, for Joe Jones!”
Just as he finished the bold statement, Callaway kipped up behind him, grabbing him in a rear waistlock, and hurling him back with a beautiful German suplex! Callaway holds the bridge as Ace Vincent makes the count;
1!
2!
Joe kicks out!
Mynx: Perhaps the next time he says that, he should make sure his opponent is actually down and out…
Thatcher: That, or you know, not give up his back in the opening minutes of a championship match…
Unlike Joe, Callaway isn't about to take the time to send subliminal messages in the heat of battle, instead he gets right back up and locks his hands around Joe’s waist again, heaving him back - but it's Joe that puts the brakes on with a stomp over Callaway's toe. Joe then moves behind Callaway from the distraction, this time putting him in the rear waistlock. Joe takes his time, even “grinding” a moment before picking him up for a German suplex of his own!
Until Callaway shifts his weight around “sandbagging" Joe, then grabs his arm in a clean mat takedown and armbar transition. James on the outside protested, clearly not liking it as much as Joe didn't like feeling it!
Thatcher: Stephen has this well versed mat technician vibe about him. Very well versed.
Mynx: We could say that about Joe too, they're actually very well matched on paper. That's not really evident by tonight's known information, though…
Thatcher: Meanwhile Stephen Callaway is actually keeping his mind focused on the end game...and the results are evident.
Ace Vincent drops down to check on Joe in the armbar just as Joe was beginning to snake his arm out of Callaway’s grip. Just as Joe was getting the better of it, Callaway released the hold, then jumped to his feet, knocking the taste out of Joe’s mouth with a quick side kick to the jaw! Joe took it hard and clean before rolling out of the ring, James coming around to check on his, quite honestly, meal ticket.
1!
Mynx: Joe Jones just can’t get off the starting line tonight.
On the outside, Joe and James are in a huddle as Callaway watches from behind Ace as the count-out continues.
2!
A lot of muffled whispers from the two men whom don’t even seem the least bit worried about returning to the ring.
Thatcher: I hope Joe isn’t planning to take the low road here...not on his first night in action as our Whirlwind Champion…
3!
4!
Finally, Joe and James break from the huddle, with James moving around to the aisle-side of the ring and Joe on the hard cam side. Callaway returns his attention to the two of them, rolling his eyes as this scenario is all too familiar to him. His attention, though, remained trained on Joe Jones. After all, Joe was the man he had to beat, so Joe should have his attention. And that’s when it happened. Joe hung back while James climbed the ring apron and went to the top rope. Callaway braced himself as James leapt off the top rope - right as Callaway leapt at him with a pump kick to the face!
Guess who won?
Thatcher: Now see, had James connected there, that would have been grounds for a disqualification win...but then Joe would have kept the title.
Mynx: I’m sure he wouldn’t have minded that…
Just as Callaway connected to send the little guy flying from the ring, Joe slid in from the other side, catching Callaway’s backside with an inverted atomic drop before taking him into a reverse DDT position, swinging him around and planting him face first on the mat with “Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am” (Crossrhodes)! Desperately, Joe flips Callaway over and with a hook of the near leg, Ace drops into a perfect position to count the fall;
Mynx: Our champion caught him from outta nowhere!
Thatcher: I wouldn’t say from nowhere...that was a pretty obvious setup to me...
1!
2!
Callaway drapes his foot across the bottom rope.
3!
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match as a result of a pinfall, and SSSTTTIIIILLLLL Whirlwind Champion! “Double J”! Jooooeeee!! Joooonnneeesss!!!
Thatcher: Hey, waitaminute, Callaway’s foot…
Mynx: Ace didn’t catch it!
As Joe goes to collect his title he laps back around to check up on James on the outside, while Callaway protests to Ace Vincent over the questionable call.
Thatcher: That’s not really a fair thing, come on Ace, you gotta restart this.
On the outside Joe looks pissed after seeing the shape James is in, with the title in hand he re-enters the ring, stood behind Callaway and poised like a viper ready to strike. He’s waiting. Waiting...just as Callaway turns around, Joe pounces with the title - but Callaway low-bridges, matrix style, and Joe hits only the air! Callaway spins around to lock eyes with the champion that, after tonight, he was sure couldn’t beat him straight up. The two share some trash talk as unbeknownst to Callaway, James has climbed back up the turnbuckle, directly behind him…
Thatcher: Turn around Stephen!
Mynx: Uhh, Derrick? You do know he can’t hear you, right?
Callaway dares Joe to try that belt shot again, to which he does, and again Callaway ducks it, then stomps his foot twice before bringing it up to land a “Calsi Kick” (Superkick) right to the belt, knocking it into the champion’s face!
But there’s no time for celebration though before James leaps from the rope, this time landing a set of double knees to Callaway’s face! On the landing he moves to help Joe up just as Kamelot’s “Karma” plays the cavalry out to the ring!
Thatcher: It’s Pendragon!
Just as he hits the ring, James gets his buddy and the title just out of the ring, laughing at the untimely rescue he made.
Mynx: This has got to stop. We need a resolution, not just another cheap escape…
Ask and your prayers shall be answered. The house lights blinked twice as a simple notification rang out over the Gimnasio, much to the confusion of everyone, fan and athlete alike.
Then Derrick Thatcher stood up from his seat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he did so.
Thatcher: *ahem* Can I have your attention please? I’ve just received a text message from the Whirlwind lead project designer, Toby Knight. And I quote.
Much to the approval of the crowd and the two in the ring, and the fans alike, the bell once again rings. Joe was still half out of it after getting his bell rung, so James, in all his three feet of fury, slides into the ring to start this off for the team, while Pendragon insisted to start things for his own.
Mynx: Alright, now we’re in business! Joe just isn’t having any luck whatsoever tonight, first his championship ceremony was ruined, now he’s caught heat with the boss for trying to shortcut out of a title match, and now he has to wrestle twice in one night!
Getting ahold of the much smaller James proved a difficult task for the normally strategic Pendragon. While James kept moving to best utilize his speed asset, even ducking between Pendragon’s legs, and coming out with a hard back kick to the back of his knee that sent the masked man stumbling forward. James celebrated a bit before running a bit too close to the opposing corner, where Callaway reached over the ropes, but narrowly missing the little guy. James backed away, laughing, mocking Callaway while Pendragon steadied himself on the second rope, almost waiting for his moment…
Thatcher: This is gonna be a trainwreck.
Just as James turned around, Pendragon springboarded away from the ropes, tagging the little badass with “Turning Tides” (Disaster Kick)! James flops onto the mat like a fish out of water as Pendragon slides into the easy cover, trapping James under his chest in a firm lateral press;
1!
2!
Joe makes the save!
Mynx: A disoriented Joe, that looks like he’s been out drinking all week, but a save from the most selfish man in wrestling indeed…
Joe quickly, drags James back to his corner then slaps his buddy on the shoulder to make the official tag, all while Pendragon watches with what can only be described as dumbfounded amazement. It was like watching two-thirds of the three stooges with these two, he must’ve thought. With Joe in the ring though, Callaway leaned over the ropes with his hand, almost begging for the tag. Pendragon being the good partner that he is, takes Callaway’s hand and makes the tag!
Thatcher: Hey, it’s like the title match never ended!
That wasn’t the sight Joe wanted, or even needed, to see. From his corner he stumbled out, while Callaway ran full steam at Joe, lifting his boot up to NAIL him flush across the face! Joe got flipped turned upside down on the landing as Callaway dropped nonchalantly into a firm, tight cover;
1!
2!
James makes the save!
Mynx: Unbelievable.
That was Pendragon’s cue to bat clean up. As he entered the ring, Callaway sat up and threw the little guy towards Pendragon. He tried to fight it. He kicked at Pendragon’s shins, but this time he wasn’t having any of that. While Callaway took a not-recovered Joe and flipped him over, wrapping his arms and neck up in the Calsmission (Tazzmission), Pendragon took James in a double underhook, crashing him down onto the mat with the “Dragon’s Descent” (Double Underhook DDT)! That ought to put him out of commission, he thought to himself.
Joe looked almost helpless in the Calsmission, but he still had that fighting “I’m not giving up” look to him, no matter how tightly Callaway squeezed the air from him. “Need a hand, partner?” Pendragon remarked before turning his attention to the struggling champion. Since Callaway had Joe’s top half locked up, Pendragon took Joe’s leg, bending it back with a simple yet devastating legbar submission. Within just a moment of the combined sustained pressure, Joe furiously slapped the mat for mercy and reprieve as the bell was rung!
From the PA: Your winners of the match as a result of a submission...Stephen Callaway, and Pendragon!
As quickly as the bell was rung, Pendragon and Callaway both released their holds, after which Ace Vincent would help the two of them up and raise their hands, much to the delight of the roaring Gimnasio.
Thatcher: See, cheaters never prosper in the end...what a great joint effort by two guys who, just a month ago had never teamed or even spoken together!
Mynx: Never prosper? But Joe Jones is still leaving here as the Whirlwind Champion…
Thatcher: Yes, but he doesn’t look like even a little bit of a winner. And after that double submission, I’m sure he doesn’t feel like one either.
Mynx: That was brutal. It’s no wonder Joe tapped out immediately! Of course, we can only assume Joe will be having a few choice words to say about this in the immediate future…
Thatcher: Oh, I’m sure he will. I’m sure he will. Probably something along the lines of “still being the guy”. He’s so full of himself, “the guy” doesn’t let themselves get mauled by two guys.
Mynx: That’s it for us, for Derrick Thatcher, I’m Nikki Mynx, the most well-liked persona behind our company media account, and we’re signing off. Good night everybody!
The last scene we’re treated to is Pendragon and Stephen Callaway celebrating the win while a broken Joe Jones and James Kelloggs are taking the long, defeated road up the ramp, Whirlwind Championship in tow.
Many of the fans of the Whirlwind have shown up for the show today, a show where the world will see what the new Whirlwind Champion Joe Jones will pick. Will Samantha Tolson and Bryan Blaze get along as a tag team and can they beat the ⅔ of The Upper Class, the Pretty Committee? And these group of wrestling hungry fans want in! And they want in NOW!
The group starts banging on the doors and chanting
LET US IN!
LET US IN!
LET US IN!
LET US IN!
LET US IN!
LET US IN!
LET US IN!
Not one to let the fans down, seeing that they pay the bills. The doors are unlocked and swung open to a roar of cheers. Everyone starts jumping up and down and pushing their way towards the front!
The DAY OF JUDGMENT...is upon us!
“About time!” Nanook says as he closes out the screen on his phone, twitter that is filled with porn most likely. “Bester…..BESTER?” Nanook calls out but can’t find him.
But….
Towards the front being treated like a king is the Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris being carried in on top of their shoulders. Given a hero’s welcome is OGDA and Nanook just shakes his head.
“I’ve got to get rid of that blasted mask!” He utters to himself before finally, FINALLY stepping foot inside of the Gimnasio Nuevo Leon!
Day of Judgement begins with a live shot inside of a sold out Gimnasio Nuevo Leon. The fans are on their feet waiting for the start of the show. Lining the isle down to the ring are a dozen male models, molded from the hands of the gods, these men with 0 body fat, 6 pack abs and just enough chest hair to not be grossed out by it, sporting five o’clock shadow, have all oiled up wearing only black, tight, shorty shorts. Each hunk has a flagpole with a flag on it of course and all eyes are on them.
Queens’ “We are the Champion” begins to play to kick off the show.
Thatcher: “Good evening fans and welcome to DAY OF JUDGMENT! I’m the voice of Whirlwind Wrestling, Derrick Thatcher! And with me as always is the lovely Nikki Mynx.”
Mynx “Shut up Derrick! We finally some good looking guys in the building.”
Thatcher “We sure do…..I don’t know how I feel about this.”
The Bad Ass James Kelloggs then emerges from the back with the Whirlwind Championship on his shoulder and is greeted with a chorus of boos from the Whirlwind faithful. James stands at the top of the ramp with the championship on his one shoulder and a mic in his other hand. Queens “We are the Champion” slowly fades out.
Thatcher “As you can see, we have a new champion and no it’s not the man you see on your screen. James Kelloggs is not our Whirlwind Champion but rather Joe Jones is.”
Mynx “At Threads of Disloyalty he defeated Bryan Blaze and Samantha Tolson for the title…..with some help I may add.”
Thatcher “We’ll talk about that later on, but first our new champion is going to address the fans and will he choose Truth or Dare?”
Mynx “How about who will he face later tonight in our Main event?”
Thatcher “Will it be Stephen Calloway or Pendragon?”
The boos continue has James slowly raises the mic up to his lips.
Kelloggs “Ladies and Gentlemen! This night has been ten years in the making! This night, which several people in this industry have tried in vein to make sure will never happened, is about to happen! All you bitches need to get with the program and understand that Whirlwind Wrestling FINALLY has a champion! A real champion! One all of you can be proud of!”
More boos….
Kelloggs “A champion who has busted his ass to not only resurrect his career, not only stick it to every single naysayer in this sport who all looked down on our champion in disgust, but he proved why he is an elite athlete, why the family he comes from, is god damn money! Why the Sinclair brand, were born to be fucking superior to each and everyone one of you bitches! It is his birthright to be the Champion, THEE CHAMPION.”
More boos….
Kelloggs “There is only one champion here in Whirlwind Wrestling, and it’s not Bryan Blaze -
”BAY BAY!”
Kelloggs “...who was a joke, a farce of champion. He shouldn’t even be credited as being the holder of this title, that’s how bad he was!”
More boos….
Kelloggs “For the first time in this companies life. They have a champion who has the passion for this title, for this company. He has the desire to be the very best in this company, in this sport! He has the pride to be the FACE of Whirlwind Wrestling, which, is something that none of the bitches in the locker room have, want or need to be your Whirlwind Champion! So it is my honor to introduce to you! The only true and legit Whirlwind Champion!”
More boos…..
Kelloggs “A name all of you bitches know, and will come to love, a name you will name your children after, ask to be their god father of, each and every single one of you will hang a picture of this man on your wall proudly displayed in your homes! Bow down to your NEW CHAMPION! EMBRACE HIM! LOVE HIM! FOR HE IS DOUBLE J! JOOOOOEEEEEEE JOOOOOONNNNEEEEESSSSS!”
Night Clubs “Dear Enemy” begins to play as Joe Jones slowly strolls out from the back in a white three piece suit and a floor length mink coat. Joe stands next to James as the male models pick up the flagpoles and start waving custom made flags that read: “Whirlwind Champion Joe Jones”
Thatcher “Dear god...this is too much.”
Mynx “Wow, just wow.”
Thatcher “A little overboard….oh great, confetti!”
Mynx “And balloons!”
Thatcher “What a mess! It’ll take forever to clean this up!”
James climbs into the ring, going under the bottom rope and holds the Whirlwind Championship up high for all to see as Joe Jones makes his way into the ring ignoring the fans at ringside.
Thatcher “What will it be Nikki? Truth or dare?”
Mynx “It’s hard to say. Does anyone ever know what Joe is thinking?”
As James slowly makes his way around the ring, showing the title off, he takes this opportunity to do some trash talking. Joe stands in the center of the ring just soaking it all in.
Thatcher “Well, we should find out in a couple of minutes….oh? Hold on now”
Kamelot’s “Karma” suddenly plays and the crowd pops.
Mynx “Looks like Pendragon wants a front row seat to see what Joe has to say.”
Thatcher “The decision Joe makes will have a direct impact on our main event here tonight. Joe will either face Pendragon or Stephen Callaway! But we don’t know who just yet!”
The cheers get louder as Pendragon emerges from the back. Joe turns and faces the ramp as James steps in front of him holding the belt high above his head. Pendragon rubs his hands together and then slowly starts his way down to the ring.
Pendragon “Joe…...at long last. I shall get my hands on what I have come here for. THAT!”
Crowd pops as Pendragon points at James Kelloggs who is holding the Whirlwind title above his head.
Pendragon “This celebration, will be for naught, because, your reign is going to be as short lived…as your friend.
James Kelloggs begins fuming at the short joke!”
Pendragon as makes his way past the male model/cheerleader guys, the last two standing along the isle before the ring, they lower their flag poles blocking the path to the ring. Pendragon stops and look at the poles crossed in front of them and eyes each other guys holding them.
Pendragon “Really?”
Cold’s “Remedy” then kicks off and the place pop's real good as Callaway makes his way out from the back.
Thatcher “Pendragon sounds rather sure he’s getting to face Joe here tonight.”
Mynx “But it could be this man, Steven Calloway who gets to face Joe for the title here tonight in our main event!”
Callaway “Hold on there Pendragon, buddy old pal. I know you have your heart set on that belt.”
Calloway says as he makes his way down to Pendragon and eventually standing next to him. He places his hand on Pendragon’s shoulder.
Callaway “But! I didn’t come all this way either to play second fiddle to no one. I’m here to win the only prize in Mexico. I’m here to claim….”
Callaway and Pendragon both slowly look at James Kelloggs, and the Whirlwind Championship.
Callaway “That for me as well, when I get to face old Joe once again, and this time Joey, I’m going to walk out of this place as the new Whirlwind Champion.”
The crowd pops upon hearing that. Both Callaway and Pendragon turn and face the ring after dropping the mics and pushing the crossed flag poles out of their way. Joe smirks. He slides the mink coat off his shoulders and it falls to the mat. Joe ditches his suit coat and loosens his tie.
Thatcher “I’m thinking neither of these guys are going to wait till later tonight...”
James holds the belt in front of him and trash talks some more and Pendragon and Callaway step closer towards the ring.
Joe Jones “Go ahead boys, If you're feeling froggy, I…..”
Referee and announcer Ace Vincent bolts out from the back and quickly gets in front of both Pendragon and Callaway telling them to not get in that ring much to the disapproval of the crowd. Joe eyes both of his potential opponents.
Joe Jones “DARE ya to climb in here and get your asses handed to you!”
Mynx “What? Did he say Dare? IS that what he chooses?”
Thatcher “That is what Joe picked! DARE!”
Mynx “Is he stupid? No one picks Dare!”
Thatcher “Pretty sure our first champion Bryan Blaze picked Dare…”
Pendragon goes to move into the ring, but the Ace Vincent again steps in front of him, places his hands on his chest and tells him repeatedly No! The crowd of course is chanting
“SI! SI! SI!”
Joe tosses the mic and gets ready for either one of them to get in the ring. Callaway then motions to get in the ring and a second ref comes out of no wheres to stop him.
Thatcher “We know that we will spin the wheel for our main event! But who will Joe face later tonight? I guess we’ll find out!”
Mynx “This could be the beginning of the end for Joe.”
Singles Match
Lisa Lightning w/ Francine Danger vs “The B-Lister” Jacob Hotstuff
Katy Perry’s “Bigger Than Me” kicks us off to bring the mood up a bit lighter than our champion probably left everyone as Lisa Lightning, fresh off her successful debut last month, enters alongside Francine Danger, the wife of her new friend MAX.
Thatcher: So Lisa and MAX sure have bonded over the past couple of months, now she’s walking to the ring with his wife? And she’s got the chance to take on the whole reason MAX is here, in Jacob Hotstuff?
Mynx: Let’s call a spade a spade, that’s not really exclusive to MAX. Everyone comes to the Whirlwind to beat up Jacob...he’s kind of like that guy that people move away from on the bus.
Thatcher: Ouch, Nikki, ou - hey what’s this!
From directly behind, Jacob himself speeds out, clipping Lisa on the back of her head with an, admittedly sloppy, forearm strike that sent her tumbling face first to the floor, narrowly missing Francine in the process! Jacob managed a pair of stomps to her before Francine got her bearings straight and pulled at Jacob’s arm, almost pleading with him to stop.
Thatcher: The relationship between the two of them is a complicated one. It goes back just about ten years to the day...
Mynx: Is it really? Francine made a choice that worked out pretty well for MAX, and Jacob is still bitter to this day about it. Seems pretty cut and dry to me, honestly.
Jacob stops, almost as if he were really listening to Francine’s words, it was like they were...calming, to him? Yes, calming to him. He spun around, staring…
Mynx: What is even happening? Quick, you’ve got him right there, go kick him below the belt for being such an insensitive pig!
Francine was a bit animated, talking with her arms though her voice wasn’t getting picked up by the house mics. She’d point down at Lisa, then throw her arms in the air. Jacob remained motionless. Almost entranced.
Thatcher: I’ve never seen Jacob listen to anybody that isn’t the Pretty Committee since we’ve become acquainted with him...maybe we should keep her on call.
Mynx: Is Francine the answer to The Upper Class and we just don’t know it yet?
Thatcher: Nah, I think that answer is Bryan Blaze and Sam Tolson tonight, honestly.
Jacob shrugged at Francine. “Well it’s not like I can fight her now…” He shakes the sleeve on his fur coat, just enough such that an object falls out of the sleeve...a lead plate!
Thatcher: He...that’s the arm he clocked Lisa with!
Mynx: Just when you thought Jacob Hotstuff couldn’t get any more despicable, he just took Lisa right out of the game with that metal plate…
Francine turned her back to him, crossing her arms across her chest. She was furious! Quietly her eyes closed and she slowly shook her head “I can’t believe you…”
It was right about that time that another woman came out from the back. An older woman, blonde hair, looked like she was in pretty great athletic shape given her clearly older age. Definitely Hispanic.
Mynx: Who is that?
Thatcher: Well I do recall having a conversation with someone a couple of days ago, inviting her to come to Day of Judgment. But this couldn’t be….
Her hair was done up in a ponytail, and she was dressed in black track pants and a green athletic top like she had just came from a workout. She also carried a mic…
?: Oh, so you’re the infamous Jacob Hotstuff… she said with a wink. After the verbal barbs you shared with me, I just knew that when Toby offered me the chance to swing by, I had to take him up on the offer…
Francine turned to see the woman who, much to her pleasant surprise, seemed to be on friendly terms.
?: My name is Maria...Maria Montez. Ring any bells, Jacob?
Jacob stared at the woman, dumbstruck, almost frozen in fear.
Maria Montez: Remember how you kept ducking me a couple days ago? Well, looks like you’re free now. I’m free now too...you’re scheduled to compete, and I’m sure each and every one of these people would love to see me…she looks down for a moment and snickers, then back up eye-to-eye with the loudest member of Whirlwind...to see me kick your ass all over this arena!
Francine took the mic from the Hispanic beauty, gracefully of course.
Francine Danger: Actually, that sounds like a perfect idea! Go get down there Jacob...or do we have to drag you down there?
The chase was on as Maria and Francine stepped closer to Jacob, forcing him down the aisle...exactly where they wanted him. From there Jacob took off to the left with Francine in pursuit, and Maria to the right for the pincer attack! Half way around Jacob got wise to the plan and stopped short, then dove into the ring! Francine was mere inches from catching him. Jacob stopped to laugh, just as the pitch over the Gimnasio rose to it's peak; Maria had also stopped short and entered the ring opposite from him!
Mynx: This can't end well.
The bell rang, confusing Jacob for just a moment…
Singles Match
Thatcher: Turn around buddy…
It didn't take long for him to realize what's up, a feeling the rest of the crowd picked up on from the look of dread quickly overtaking his face……….
Just as he turned to see her, Maria exploded onto Jacob with a handspring to back elbow, the impact catching him across the jaw and sending him right to the mat! From there Maria sprinted back to the ropes, on the rebound she rolled through into a somersault, jumping up and landing down on top of Jacob with her back to his chest (Rob Van Dam’s “rolling thunder” in case i didn't describe that well enough)! Like a pro, from that position she reaches back to hook his near leg as Ace Vincent drops down to make the count;
1!
2!
Jacob kicks out!
Thatcher: Look at her go!
Mynx: Francine seems to be enjoying this on the outside, too!
Maria wastes no time in bringing the pain to Jacob as she picks him up by the hair as she gets back to her feet. She puts him into a front facelock, but he quickly fights out of it, pushing her off. She lunges forward at him, narrowly missing, but perhaps on instinct Jacob straight back bumps anyway, prompting confusion from the twenty year veteran Maria. Jacob was slow to recover from his own .mistake, which made it even easier for Maria to swoop in from behind as she wrapped her hands around Jacob's neck to lock in the coquina clutch!
Thatcher: The new girl has got some game!
Mynx: But look at Jacob, he's not showing any signs of giving up at all!
Francine couldn't help but to watch with concern after first seeing the bad bump then seeing the choke. That was still her longtime friend, despite a weird and troubled past between them! Still, she rooted Maria on anyway, as the veteran made the Hollywood star pay for his actions earlier in the night.
Mynx: Hey, someone should go check on Jacob though, seriously. He hasn't responded still and he's turning blue…
Maria shouted at Jacob, “just tap out already!” as she shifted her hands to turn the hold to a more “shoot" submission! This didn't last long before a white cloth was thrown into the ring from...Francine’s direction?!
Thatcher: What the hell was that?
Indeed, the bell was called for as Maria immediately released the hold following Francine taking matters into her own hands. Ace took Maria’s hand and raised it while in his other was a mic to make it official;
Ace Vincent: The winner of the match, as a result of a submission...Maria! Montez!
Thatcher: Maria Montez may be new to the Whirlwind, but she has the killer instincts of someone that knows their way around a ring.
Mynx: She was impressive no doubt. But I wanna know why Francine would submit the match on Jacob's behalf. Why would anyone want to see less punishment happen to the self proclaimed “Michael Bay of Pro Wrestling”?
Thatcher: You'll have to ask her that yourself. For now, we can only look at the facts. Jacob Hotstuff is still yet to win a match, and Maria is undefeated after showing she is always ready to go!
California Wrestling Division vs Whirlwind Wrestling
Cross-Network Exhibition Match
Britney Anders vs MAX Danger
Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy” blasts into the Gimnasio to send these loyal fans to a frenzy for big MAX Danger as he stepped into the zone!
Thatcher: Here we go, the match we built up as “the money match” all week on social media, it’s our cross-network relationship with the California Wrestling Division!
Mynx: Our own MAX Danger goes one on one with the CWD’s resident loudmouth, Britney Anders...who is still carrying an unclaimed bounty on her head!
Thatcher: Unclaimed? Well, I think after MAX is done here...that bounty isn’t gonna be unclaimed anymore…
Mynx: You may be right.
Being the fan-favorite he is, MAX takes his time down the aisle, trying to interact with as many fans as he could. High fives, picture opportunities, hand shakes, fist bumps, you name it. At the end of the aisle, MAX stood, and with one vertical leap he moves from the floor to the ring apron, and then into the ring. Rather than ask, he just rips the mic from Ace Vincent’s hands.
MAX Danger: Yo. I ain’t gonna eat up all of your time tonight, we all know what we’re here for. How many people here wanna see a loudmouth shut up?
“ROOOOAAAARRRRRRR!!!”
MAX let out a boastful chuckle at the roaring approval of the Gimnasio!
MAX Danger: Bah ha ha ha ha! That’s what I like to hear. Britney Anders has been running all over this industry just completely unchecked, we saw it last month right here, in our backyard. And...she almost got what’s comin’ to her then. Almost.
“MAX is gonna kill you!”
“MAX is gonna kill you!”
“MAX is gonna kill you!”
The reaction from his home turf was one that brought him great joy.
MAX Danger: Aww, you guys. I’m so happy each and every one of you is here to witness this night. It’s the night that Britney finally got hers! It’s the night Britney’s mouth finally wrote one too many checks her behind couldn’t cash! It’s the night...that I look her in the eye and say “Britney...let’s get dangerous!”
Mynx: This crowd is practically eating out of the palm of MAX’ hand!
Thatcher: As they should be, we’re about to see the end of The Living Doll and it’s one of our guys collecting the sizable bounty on her head!
Right on cue, Britney Spears’ “Gimme More” starts off with a fade into Ariana Grande’s “No More Tears Left to Cry”!
Mynx: Right on schedule.
Thatcher: Fashionably late, just perfect for Britney Anders…
It took a couple of minutes before the click and the clack of metal on concrete could be heard. Wait, metal on concrete, what? Indeed, as Britney Anders slowly “hobbled” out onto the entrance area…
Thatcher: Wait just a damn minute, what is this?!
Mynx: Britney..is on crutches? Hey, what gives?
With a crocodile tear streaming down her face she hobbles about half way down the aisle with a mic in hand. MAX impatiently stands with his hands on his hips.
Britney Anders: Hey. MAX. i got some...bad news, for you.
“BOOOOOOO!”
Britney Anders: Shut up, quiet you! She said, turning to the fans. I know we were set to put on a clinic tonight, MAX, and I was totally, totally looking forward to that for our companies…..but as you can see, I suffered a bit of a set back after my last CWD match. You see, I came off the top rope, and, gosh, I must have tweaked my ankle on the landing, because now I can’t hardly walk without these…
Thatcher: Britney Anders re-injured herself in another match? That’s a shame, I was really excited to see this happen.
Mynx: It would have been great for both our companies, for sure. But, if she’s injured, she’s injured. What can you do, y’know?
MAX rolls his eyes, it was clear that he, as well as the rest of the Gimnasio, weren’t completely convinced by Britney’s attempts to weasel out of the match.
MAX Danger: Cut the bullcrap Britney, we all know you have a really easy tell when you’re lying…
Britney looks up at MAX, a look of incredulous shock over her face.
MAX Danger: Yeah. It’s whenever your mouth is open.
”OOOOOHHH!!”
As the Gimnasio firmly gets behind MAX, Britney stares down at the ground for a moment. When she looks back up, you could almost see her eyes watering. She was hurt. Disappointed. It was like true sorrow right in front of us…
Britney Anders: I’m hurt! Not just physically, but now mentally! Not only am I in incredible pain but, but…
She inches her way closer to the ring, now using the apron to steady herself. Climbing into the ring would have been too much strain…..
Britney Anders: Now you call into question my character as a GOOD PERSON?!
”BULL SHIT!”
”BULL SHIT!”
”BULL SHIT!”
”BULL SHIT!”
”BULL SHIT!”
Britney Anders: Quiet, all of you! What, do you want me to fight when I’m injured? Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?
”YES!”
”YES!”
”YES!”
”YES!”
”YES!”
Britney Anders: Well, too bad! I’m not gonna risk my personal well being for some ungrateful slobs that just want to see me get hurt! You’re all bloodthirsty pigs with no respect for the sacrifices I’ve made for you!
Thatcher: That’s not how you endear yourself to our fans, Britney…
”WE DON’T LIKE YOU!”
Clap, clap, clapclapclap
“WE DON’T LIKE YOU!”
Clap, clap, clapclapclap
Clap, clap, clapclapclap
“WE DON’T LIKE YOU!”
Clap, clap, clapclapclap
MAX Danger was loving every minute of the Whirlwind faithful giving Britney the riot act.
Britney Anders: So, MAX, can we ignore these rude savages...and put this match on hold? I want to...give you……….
Without warning, Britney takes her crutch and sweeps it under the ropes, catching MAX right dead center at the back of his calf...but it doesn’t faze him at all!
Thatcher: Oh come on now!
Mynx: More importantly, her crutch just had no effect on him!
Quickly she pulls the crutch back under her arm, feigning a limp as she backs away…
MAX Danger: I knew it...but hey Britney, wasn’t your limp on the other leg? Might want to get your story straight…
Embarrassed, Britney blushed then quickly shifted the crutch to the other side as if no one had saw that.
MAX Danger: I’m just pullin’ your chain, you were right the first time…
Britney was livid! MAX had just made a fool of her plan! She raised the crutch up, threatening him - when the Gimnasio suddenly plunged into jeers and boos as a man slips out of the crowd and into the ring, taking MAX down with a chop block to the leg!
Thatcher: Tyrell!
Mynx: Dreamy Leon taking advantage of this tense stand off to get the jump on MAX ahead of their PRIDE Fighting Rules Match!!
Now look at him quickly applying that ankle lock - the same ankle lock he used on Lisa Lightning last month to send a message to MAX!
Almost desperately, Leon clinches the ankle and pulls upward, twisting, bending it in ways the human body should not be able to bend, while Britney watches with a smile as Ace Vincent rushes down to the ring to call for the bell!
Cross-Network Exhibition Match
Britney Anders vs MAX Danger
PRIDE Fighting Rules Match
Leon Tyrell vs MAX Danger[/i][/u]
Still keeping the ankle lock applied, he Leon shouted down to MAX “give up already!” to which MAX grunted and reached his hand out toward the rope, albeit with his fingers narrowly missing them. Leon twists and contorts MAX' ankle, causing a guttural noise to come from MAX' lips. MAX drags his hands down his face in agony as Ace Vincent bends down to check on him – which was just the inspiration he needed to make another grab, this time getting the bottom rope between his fingers for the break!
Thatcher: Leon took the low road to start, but you have to question the logic in using such a submission on MAX and his unusually long limbs. He's got a certain reach advantage unlike what most would have.
Mynx: Ssh. Dreamy Leon is in the ring now.
Thatcher: Again, marriage certificate, wedding bells, that sound familiar, Nikki?
Leon didn't believe it though. He had MAX in his grip, and he wasn't going to give up the hold so easily. Luckily for MAX though, Ace wasn't going to let Leon get away with that for long.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5 – Leon barely lets go before Ace finishes his count!
Leon wasted no time keeping the onslaught going as he jumped up to his feet to begin stomping on the targeted ankle. A second, third, fourth, and fifth strike, before Ace finally pushed Leon back to allow for MAX to use the ropes to pull himself up, albeit still hunched over as he favored his one ankle.
Thatcher: You don't have to respect his attitude. But his strategy is sound.
Mynx: Everyone knows you beat big men by taking out their base. Especially a man as talented as Leon Ty -
Thatcher: I swear if you make another comment about how dreamy he is, I'm gonna ask Toby if we can replace you with Monte the Python...
MAX, for the first time in this contest, finally looked up, his eyes locking across the ring with Leon's. He slowly nodded his head and dared Leon to come in. “Come on, 'pretty boy'...” to which Leon rightfully took offense to, drawing himself in to MAX' threat. He came at him with a head full of steam, but dropped back just before MAX would have clocked him, dropped low, and took the big guy down with a beautiful dropkick to the leg! MAX went right down like a ton of bricks, chest first, with Leon quickly rolling him over onto his back to make the cover as Ace counted;
1!
2!
MAX powers out!
Mynx: Well you know my feelings here, but that doesn't change my thoughts on MAX Danger's incredible, freakish athleticism. Toby really found a diamond in the rough with this guy.
Thatcher: Is it really a diamond in the rough when the man boasts of a 129-0 MMA record?
Mynx: Fair point.
After being powered off the big man, Leon scurried right back to the game with another series of stomps to MAX' ankle, each one more crushing than the last, right to the sound of the buzzer! Ace got between the two, pushing Leon back to his corner then helping MAX get to his own.
Thatcher: Well, I think it's obvious who took this round.
From the PA: The winner of the first round, by unanimous decision – Leon Tyrell!!
Mynx: Of course. My man wrestled an entirely one-sided match!
Thatcher: Let's see if he can keep it up, because here comes round 2.
Leon was first to step out of his corner, left foot forward, hands up in a boxer's stance, he was guarded. He was ready. Meanwhile MAX grabbed at his foot then limped forward, taking extra care to keep weight off the bad foot. Just as the bell rang, Leon encircled the MMA icon, licking his lips like a pack of hyenas on a carcass. MAX was definitely a bit slow on the uptake. That's when Leon made his move.
Right into MAX' big boot!! Just as Leon had jumped, MAX leapt forward full of life, knocking Leon HARD upside his head with a thundering boot to the face!! Leon with nowhere to go, took the hard shot, slumping down comically to the mat. MAX looked down at Leon and chuckled, along with the Whirlwind faithful, before dropping down in a cover with a hook of the near leg;
1!
2!
Leon kicks out!
Mynx: …
Thatcher: Unbelievable. MAX suckered Leon Tyrell in, he knew Leon would take the bait like a dumb bass.
Mynx: Well I'm not speaking on it.
Just as Leon rolled out of the cover, MAX grabbed him and slugged him between the shoulder blades, then pulled Leon up to his feet with him. He rocked him with another shot to the back of his head, and Leon looked like he was out on his feet. MAX hooked Leon up from behind, lifting him, and then slamming him down to the mat with a beautiful, half nelson suplex to a round of cheers!
Thatcher: Seems everyone wants to see Leon Tyrell get beat up...
MAX backed off for a moment, seeing Leon out as he was. He cocked his fist back, calling for what we all were waiting to see. The crowd even sung along with him;
”LET'S GET DANGEROUS!”
It took some time for Leon to stumble blindly up to his feet, but just as he spun around, MAX hauled off and decked him, right in the face! Leon couldn't stay up even if he wanted to as MAX confidently dropped down into a lateral press, covering the so-called “Industry Standard” as Ace Vincent counted the fall, along with the fans;
1!
2!
BUZZ!
Thatcher: Unbelievable! That's two months in a row MAX Danger had Leon Tyrell dead to rights, only to get blocked by the buzzer!
Mynx: Guess he shoulda worked faster instead of playing to the crowd...
Thatcher: Yeah, you're one to talk.
From the PA: The winner of the second round, by unanimous decision – MAX Danger!
Thatcher: We knew that was coming.
Mynx: I didn't.
Thatcher: Well open your eyes. Because here comes round 3!
MAX was eager to start again while Leon wasn't really motivated to even get up after the punch that he had become so familiar with over the last couple of months. MAX stomped his foot, prompting Leon to sit up, albeit still holding his head in his hand. MAX kicked his foot back, letting loose a snort as if he were a...charging moose. He waited for Leon to get back to his feet, then charged across the ring – but Leon with the crafty wherewithal backsteps into the ropes, saving not just his chances in this match, but perhaps the rest of his career from what quite possibly could have been spread out all over the mat in a gory mess!
Thatcher: That spear would have put anyone down.
With MAX missing the mark, his momentum carried him to the other side of the ring, half hanging out between the top and middle ropes. With the opportunity presented, Leon raced over and tipped MAX' feet through the ropes and to the apron. Leon kicks at MAX through the ropes, before stepping out onto the apron to meet him. MAX rose back to his feet in time to meet Leon's punch with his own hand. MAX' fist begins closing tightly over Leon's hand, forcing him back closer and closer to the ring post, until Leon kicks at MAX' big meaty thigh, breaking the hold and freeing Leon's hand.
Mynx: This is a bad situation, something is sure to happen...and I hope it's not to Leon.
Leon steps forward with a stiff jab to the midsection of MAX, then another that winds him, hunching him over. Desperately, Leon reaches his foot out and stamps on MAX' bad foot, which causes him to howl in pain! Leon takes a step back and a deep breath, then swings his foot around in a beautiful roundhouse kick that sends MAX stumbling from the apron to the floor on a knee! Satisfied, Leon takes one more breath then leaps from the apron into MAX – but MAX catches him in midair with that savage spear!! Leon looks like he's broken in half as he crumbles to the mat, with MAX resting over the top of him in what would have been a pinfall, had they been inside the ring!
BUZZ!
Mynx: Wow. What a way to end the round.
Thatcher: No kidding, that was tense, and even I was holding my ribs after Leon got speared!
Mynx: Poor guy...he might need medical attention!
From the PA: The winner of the third round, by unanimous decision – MAX Danger!
Thatcher: No doubt that counter-spear went a long ways towards impressing the judges at the end.
Mynx: What?! Recount, I demand a recount! Leon totally had this won!
Thatcher: Just like his career, this victory too was slipping away. We're entering round four and Leon Tyrell is now in a pressure-cooker, must-win situation. Leon needs to work hard to win the round and keep it even, or else he MUST score a pinfall or submission in round five over the man he has never been able to pin to-date!
Mynx: C'mon dreamy Leon...you can do this. Round four is all yours...
As the timer started for round four, the two competitors did not. MAX lay, clearly fatigued, exhausted even, over the top of his heated adversary. But he was a fighter above everything else. As long as he drew breath, he knew he had to continue. He had to give the conclusion we all wanted to see. He had to give Leon the routing that he needed to finally call it quits. Slowly, he pushed himself up on his knees, taking another breath as he did. He grabbed Leon by the hair, taking him with him as he got to his feet. With a grunt, he threw Leon by the hair, whipping him into the steel barricade – but Leon leapt up on the top of the barricade, turning in mid-air to catch MAX with a Pele Kick, staggering the big man but, amazingly, not taking him off his feet! Leon lands on his feet in front of him.
Thatcher: How on Earth is Leon able to do that even now?!
Mynx: Pure. Adrenaline.
Thinking fast, Leon grabs MAX by the arm to whip the staggered man into the barricade, but MAX puts the brakes on and pulls Leon into him and to the ring apron! Leon reels as the structure shows just how unforgiving it is to the human body as Leon folds in half on it. MAX barrels in behind to crush Leon between him and the ring, but Leon had other plans as he quickly pulled himself into the ring under the bottom rope. With no time to stop, MAX slams into the ring himself, the structure showing how unforgiving it is one more time! Leon, with all his might quickly grabs MAX by the arm and pulls him into the ring, finally covering with a hook of the near leg, prompting Ace Vincent to drop down to count the fall;
1!
2!
3 – MAX drapes his foot across the bottom rope!
Leon sat up in disbelief, that could have, should have, must have been all! But Ace insists the rope break saved him. Leon turned back to him and grabbed MAX by the arm, taking him to the center of the – when MAX reached up and took Leon to the mat with a school boy roll-up, referee Ace Vincent quickly getting into position;
1!
2!
Leon kicks out!
Just as MAX would sit up, Leon BLASTS him with a superkick to the face! MAX falls back to the mat, eyes rolling to the back of his head, a fatigued Leon falls haphazardly back first over MAX, with Ace dropping down to count the surprise pi –
BUZZ!
Thatcher: Damn!! Just when MAX was out for the count, Leon could have made the three...
Mynx: Talk about Saved by the Bell...
From the PA: The winner of the fourth round, by two-one majority – Leon Tyrell!
Leon sits up, stressfully running his hands through his hair. He couldn't believe how close he was. This was it. The final round would be starting soon, and the score was tied up two-two. Was Leon Tyrell a high pressure player, or a professional choke artist?
Mynx: This is like, bottom of the ninth in the World Series, bases loaded, two strikes, two outs...
Thatcher: These two have me on the edge of my seat, you can clearly tell just how much both of these men want this win!
As the bell rings to signify the start of round five, Leon immediately, frantically covers MAX with a hook of the far leg, as Ace drops down to make the count;
1!
2!
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MAX rolls his shoulder off the mat!
Mynx: Unbelievable. The time between rounds must have given him just enough in the tank to be able to stay in this!
Leon repositions himself, this time going into a lateral press with his body weight firmly across MAX' chest as Ace counts again;
1!
2!
MAX powers out! Leon gets hurled into the air and onto the mat a couple feet away. He sits up, the look on his face one of stone cold fear after MAX' sudden feat of strength.
Thatcher: WHAT?! This late in and MAX looks to be hitting a new level of adrenaline!
Mynx: MAX Danger must be a late game player, and Dreamy Leon was none the wiser to it.
Thatcher: To be fair, their last match only went three minutes. He had no way of knowing...
Leon slowly grabs the ropes, pulling himself to his feet while MAX kips up, almost effortlessly. Leon stared with his jaw hanging open at the sight. Haphazardly, Leon stood in that same boxer's stance, left foot forward and his hands up ready to engage. Sorta. His movements and stance betrayed the idea he was ready as he swayed and his arms tired. But his swagger may have been the only thing not fatigued. He motioned at MAX with one hand, “just bring it” to which MAX grinned, bringing his hands up in front of him. As he approached, Leon bobbed and weaved, albeit badly out of sync, and MAX made him pay for that! A thunderous overhand left jab right to the shoulder of Leon was enough to hobble him, and a heavy right to the gut took the wind right from him. MAX took Leon by the arm and whipped him into the ropes, following close behind to catch Leon as he hit them with a high jumping knee to the face! The impact from the knee sent Leon back to the ropes, one arm draped over the top to barely hold on. MAX stopped, then started “winding up” his arm before shouting out, and the crowd sung along with him;
”LET'S GET DANGEROUS!”
...to which Leon wisely dropped to the mat and under the bottom rope, much to the chagrin of the Whirlwind faithful!
Thatcher: Gotta admit that was the best place for him. That knockout punch would have been the final nail in his coffin, for sure.
MAX didn't let the escape foil his onslaught though. Instead, he went back to the other side of the ring, rebounding from there across the ring to Leon's side, then dives between the top and middle ropes – but Leon moves! MAX with nowhere to go, crashes head first into the steel barricade!
Mynx: What the hell, big men shouldn't be able to fly like that!
Thatcher: We're learning a ton about both these athletes in one night!
Leon stood over MAX, once again in shock. Never in a million years would he have expected this man to fly. Either that, or he was thinking about how he was almost a pancake on that barricade. At any rate, Leon grabbed MAX by the arm and began to drag him back to the ring. It was a slow process, MAX was all but dead weight right now. But, after losing a whole minute of the clock, Leon finally managed to get him onto the ring apron where he could push him into the ring. From there, Leon climbed up onto the apron, breathing heavy as he did. Then, the idea hit him. Instead of going into the ring, he climbed the turnbuckle from the outside, raising one arm in the air as he got to the top. He pointed at his elbow as he shouted out “Aces High”...
Mynx: C'mon Leon, don't do this...just finish him already.
He leaps into the air!
Flying...
Flying...
Flying...
CRASH!
Leon must have miscalculated the trajectory because he planted his elbow, on the mat, right next to MAX!
Thatcher: Pure fatigue...Leon is done for.
Just as Derrick spoke, MAX slowly began to stir, first sitting up and then to his knees. He groggily looked around. Seeing Leon lying there, MAX threw his arm across Leon's chest as Ace counted the fall;
1!
2!
3 – Leon kicks out!
Mynx: It doesn't get closer than that!
Slowly MAX pushed himself to his feet, that late game wind finally dying down, he looked as exhausted as Leon did. But now was his time. He began to cock his fist back as Leon barely was at his knees, everyone in the Gimnasio went dead quiet for the moment they were waiting for! MAX rears back, and launches his fist right at Leon with a certain spring-loaded force that could only have come from the “Let's Get Dangerous” (Big Show's WMD punch) – when Leon ducked!!
He. Ducked.
MAX finds himself far over-extended from the punch, while Leon scurries behind to grab ahold of MAX' leg, the same ankle that was targeted earlier, bringing things full circle again with “The Rose Vine” (Ankle Lock)!
Mynx: He did it! Yes, yes, GO Dreamy Leon!
Thatcher: MAX is in excruciating pain right now, look at his face!
Leon barks at MAX through clenched teeth and baited breath while MAX lets out the grunt of an injured animal, it'd be really, really easy to just slap the mat and free yourself of the pain...but MAX can't do that. Ace Vincent drops back down to check on MAX, asking if he wants to call it quits. MAX starts to shake his head when...
BUZZ!
Thatcher: Oh c'mon now, you gotta be kiddin' me!
Mynx: Leon had him in his sights!
Exhausted, Leon releases the hold and throws himself back against the mat while MAX crawls his way to the ropes, sitting back against the bottom. It was beyond obvious these two men had just gone to war, and it was a war neither would be forgetting any time soon.
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, for round five, the first judge, has scored in favor of – MAX Danger!
Hearing that news, you could see the dread fall over Leon's face. He now had to get both the judges to score for him if he wanted to win!
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, for round five, the second judge, has scored in favor of – Leon Tyrell!
Thatcher: Holy damn, we're literally tied to the very end!
Mynx: This is it. The next judge will give us the outcome that will make one of these athletes very happy.
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, for round five, the third and final judge, has scored in favor of –
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…
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LEON TYRELL!!
Therefore, the winner of the match, as a result of judge split decision – Leon Tyrell!!
You could tell MAX was disappointed. He believed in himself, in his game. But, he was a fighter by trade, you win some, and you lose some. He knew he couldn't be mad at himself for going twenty-five minutes in only his second ever wrestling match, to bring a ten year veteran athlete to his very brink...
Mynx: Leon did it! But that was far, far too close for my own comfort...
Thatcher: Agreed, in a match that could have easily saw either man going the distance, one of these two was bound to hear the bad news. They should be proud though, this may be the first match of the year candidate for Whirlwind Wrestling to-date. That's something to be proud of.
Mynx: I couldn't have said it better, Derrick.
Following the shock announcement nobody looks more surprised than Leon Tyrell as the referee raises his arm into the air. Leon attempts to throw up his spare arm, but winces and instinctively grabs his ribs.
Thatcher: “Leon Tyrell wins by a hair, and I think he’s just as surprised as the rest of us.”
Mynx: “Speak for yourself. I knew dreamy Leon could do it, I never stopped believing in him because he’s the Industry Standard!”
MAX frowns and shakes his head in disbelief, though he knew the streak couldn’t last forever, and there’s no shame in losing such a closely contested fight. As MAX shares a word with the referee regarding the decision Leon gingerly climbs to the second ropes in the corner and slaps his chest. He shouts out, “who’s the man, I’m the man!” and points to himself. Then he jumps down, winces again and grabbing his ribs once more as he lands on his feet. MAX approaches and offers Leon a handshake in good faith.”
Thatcher: “What a professional.”
Leon looks down cautiously. He slowly reaches out to accept MAX’s gesture… then quickly pulls his hand away and flips MAX the bird.
Thatcher: “What a jackass.”
Mynx: “Oh don’t you dare be sour.”
Leon does an RVD-esque pose, pointing to himself and calling himself the best. MAX just shakes his head, leaving Leon to his own devices. Leon rolls out of the ring and hugs some random people in the front row while continuing to shout and celebrate. He starts a slow jog around the ring; he has to hold his abdomen with one arm as he does his lap, and raises his other hand into the air, one finger raised, signaling that he has number one. The jog ends at the aisle, Leon heads up it while taunting the crowd and continuing to yell. “Bulletproof baby!” he shouts, and then waves a coy “bye-bye” down to the ring at MAX. “It’s over, and I’m better than you.”
Thatcher: “You’d think he won the Championship.”
Mynx: “Why are you raining on Leon’s parade? Don’t you comprehend the enormity of this win?”
Instead of going to the back he changes course and heads over to the announcers, well out of his way. He forces a rough, excited handshake out of Thatcher, and pats him so hard on the back he knocks his headset off. Minx is more eager to congratulate him, she rises to her feet to embrace Leon with a big hug. As they disengage Minx stands up on her tip-toes, closes her eyes and tries for a kiss. Leon puts a hand over her face, pushes her away and climbs onto the announce table. The celebration continues.
Thatcher: “So what was that?”
Mynx: “What was what? What was nothing, that’s what. Shut your mouth.”
Thatcher: “Well regardless folks, I think this celebration is gonna continue for awhile longer. It’ll take some time to get Leon outta here, stay tuned because we’ve got more action coming up.”
There’s a long shot on an exhausted Leon pointing at himself, calling himself the man, and even making a title gesture as the scene cuts out.
Tag Team Elimination Match
Bryan Blaze & Samantha Tolson vs The Upper Class (Veronica Taylor and Bianca Davis) w/ Jacob Hotstuffi][/u]
Starting the match out for The Upper Class was Bianca Davis, while on the other side we see Bryan Bla – when Sam eagerly put her hand on his chest to say “Nah, allow me. She's mine.” Blaze threw his hands up “you're the boss” and that focus of Sam's was turned all onto Bianca.
Thatcher: Bianca's and Sam's story is one that dates back years...
Mynx: And still one that many would ask if it ever will see an end.
Sam slowly slid her hands together, licking her lips like dinner had just been served. Bianca feigned indifference, fearlessness, though she quickly reached back to tag Vero in.
”BOOOOOOO!”
Thatcher: Who is she trying to fool? We all know Bianca fears Tolson.
Mynx: That sounds like a trendy tag. Hashtag BiancaFearsTolson? I bet that's...waitaminute, lem'me check our media feed...yup, trending right now!
Thatcher: Everyone at home can follow along with the match too, just use the tag “#BiancaFearsTolson” so we can see it and you'll earn a free retweet from our social media team!
Sam marches across the ring indifferently, after all one fashionista is as good as another right? Vero quickly backpedals into the ropes, but Sam grabs her by the hair anyway! She starts to pull her away, when Ace gets between them, instructing Sam to back up as long as Vero is in the ropes. Annoyed, she takes a step back as instructed, shouting “come on!” as she does so. Ace turns back to Vero warning her to continue the match. Slowly, Vero begins to let go – and Sam is quick to pounce as she grabs Vero's wrist and pulls her in close with a grip tight enough to make Vader's force choke blush. Easily she begins to overpower Vero with a test of strength bridging her to the mat, until Bianca steps into the ring to arrogantly slap the back of Sam's head...
Thatcher: Now, that isn't gonna do anything but piss her off...
Sam lets Vero go and immediately turns her attention to Bianca, since that seemed to be what she wanted so much. Bianca mouths “Don't be a whalebasic” to which Sam rolls her eyes then takes a looonnnngggg stride forward to grab Bianca in a rear waistlock. Bianca grabs ahold of the top rope as Sam begins to lift, but her grip is still too strong for Sam to quickly rip her away! Sam tries again, and again Bianca hangs in there for dear life!
Mynx: Looks like someone is about to get a one way, all expense paid trip, to Suplex City!
Sam takes a heavy breath, then heaves back one more time – this time Vero takes her from behind, and whips her across the ring! On the rebound, Bianca quickly releases the ropes and turns around, the Pretty Committee together catches Sam, and drops her across the top rope, neck first! Blaze shakes his head, clearly agitated at the double team chicanery that's going on right in front of the referee's eyes. Speaking of the referee, Ace steps between the two – who were sharing a b*tchy giggle at Sam's expense, mind you – to explain to Bianca that she isn't the legal woman, and she needs to go back to her corner and firmly hold the tag rope. Bianca looks down, then back up into Ace's eyes with some puppy dog eyes of her own. “Oh, can't we just have three more minutes?” she asked, bringing her lips within an inch of his neck.
Thatcher: Oh c'mon get the hell outta here! She can't do this!
Mynx: What's wrong with...using your God-given assets to assist in any way necessary?
Thatcher: It's unethical! This is an athletic competition, not a softcore porn script...
Mynx: Did you really just use ethics in an argument against The Upper Class? Pretty sure that ship has sailed the minute these three formed their little...coalition.
Ace was clearly getting hot under the collar and completely preoccupied with Bianca...while Vero turned to Sam with a kick to her kidneys. Haplessly, she slid off the rope and to the mat while Vero stood over her, laughing. She calls Bianca over, the two taking turns alternating their stomps all over. Bianca, then Vero, then Bianca, then Vero, then – finally, Blaze has had enough, and he jumps up on the top rope and springboards all the way across the ring to dropkick Bianca right out of the ring! Blaze quickly jumped up to his feet and with a cheesy thumbs up grin, the Gimnasio shouted for him;
”BRYAN BLAZE BAY BAY!”
Ace quickly rushes over to admonish Blaze furiously, “you never tagged in, get your ass out of this ring or I'm gonna disqualify you!” Blaze didn't take well to that, shoving back the referee! “Make her first!” Of course Bianca was lying outside the ring, courtesy of Blaze' dropkick, and Ace referenced that very fact. “She's already outside, now you go to.”
Mynx: Bryan had better be careful.
Thatcher: Are you blind? He's clearly getting fed up with this numbers game. And he shouldn't have to deal with it!
Mynx: That may be so, but you can't go around pushing back on officials...
Begrudgingly, Blaze finally backs away back to his corner while Vero pulls Sam up by the hair. She slaps her once, then mumbles something about not being pretty – when Sam throws Vero's hands off her and lights her up with a pair of knife-edge chops to the midsection of “Rodeo Drive Royalty” which has Vero staggered. Sam then hooks Vero's hands behind her, then lifts her up, slamming her down with an authoritative, Northern Lights suplex, of course bridging back to make the cover! Ace, who was leaning out of the ring to check on Bianca, slowly turns his attention to see the on-going pin.
1!
…
2!
…
Vero kicks out!
Blaze rolls his eyes from the corner.
Thatcher: That had to have been the slowest count ever.
Sam gets back to her feet, and this time it's her turn to get in Ace's face.
~ Hey, that rhymed! I'm a poet and I didn't even know it! My bad, back to your regularly scheduled fight. ~
Sam was reading Ace the riot act for his distracted officiating, but Ace insists his nice, smooth, level headed officiating has remained unbiased. Sam shakes her head in disgust before turning back to Vero with a stomp to the arm setting the stage for a textbook armbar, hyper-extending the model's arm and eliciting a foul sounding shriek from her lips! Foul to most, though, hearing Vero scream had to be like a Beethoven symphony to Sam's ears. Vero screeches out in utter agony as Sam wrenches and pulls and otherwise torques her arm in ways that an arm shouldn't bend. Ace lackadaisically checks on Vero when Sam had another idea. Still holding Vero’s arm she rose to her feet
Mynx: What on Earth does she have in mind?
Thatcher: From this position? Anything she wants.
“You ever see a model fly?!” She shouted out, before lifting Vero into the air by the arms via rear arm trap…
And threw her to the mat, chest first!
Thatcher: Good grief I'm glad I'm not against her!
Emphatically, Sam flips Vero over and covers her, the Gimnasio counting along with Ace;
1!
2!
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Bianca makes the save! And Ace breathes a visible sigh of relief.
Mynx: I had almost forgot about her bu --
Thatcher: Blaze is making a bee line for her, he’s clearly had enough of the numbers game!
Mynx: Speaking of numbers...where is Jacob at? I thought he was supposed to be out here…
Thatcher: Based on earlier? He’s probably out licking his wounds after Maria Montez put him away like a wet towel.
Mynx: Hmm. If you say so, but I wouldn’t put it past him to be waiting for his opportune time to strike...
For the first time in this contest, with Vero down Bianca was all alone. That’s right. The Upper Class didn’t have the numbers advantage...a truth that Sam and Blaze nodded to. Bianca starts to back away at this point, while Sam comes at her from the right, Blaze from the left. With nowhere to go and trapped in the corner, Bianca throws her hands up, begging for even a morsel of mercy! Blaze and Sam look at each other curiously, or more truly, their eyes said just two words…”da fuq?”
Thatcher: I know Bianca isn’t expecting to get leniency here tonight…
Mynx: What I want to know is why Ace Vincent has lost all control of this match...this is not contested under tornado rules...
That’s when Blaze got an idea. He whispered something to Sam, then went across the ring. Sam hard whipped Bianca from the corner into the ropes, on the return Sam begins to lift Bianca up in a flapjack, with Blaze jumping up at Bianca’s peak height, spiking her to the mat with a cutter!
Mynx: Whoa! You could say that was…Three Dimensional.
Thatcher: It’s like brother and sister from another mother at this point.
Just as Blaze stood back up from the crippling double team maneuver, he went right back down like a ton of bricks! Wait, what?
Just as Blaze spiked Bianca on the mat, Vero returned to her feet, striking Blaze below the belt with an undetected low blow, sending the former Whirlwind Champion to the mat as he holds himself!
Vero mimed wiping tears from her eyes in time to see Sam turning her attention back toward the original mean girl. Vero tried to make a break for it, but Sam caught her from behind in a rear waistlock, hurling her back with her own momentum, drilling Vero with a crisp belly-to-back suplex!
”SUPLEX CITY!”
”SUPLEX CITY!”
Sam smirked, “I always did it better,” she casually shouted out to the fourth wall and no one in particular wink wink. She could have gone for the pin, but like a good teammate, she turns her attention to Blaze to help him back up. He was red. He was seething. He was...ablaze, with emotion. He snaps at her, “don’t let her get away” then slides out of the ring to grab a steel chair from under the ring…
Thatcher: Hey waitaminute now, this is not a no disqualification match.
Sliding back into the ring, he slams the chair down hard on the ring. Sam turns, shocked, obviously she doesn’t want to see her partner do anything rash, Ace Vincent warns Blaze not to do it. Blaze disregards them all “to hell with this bullsh*t!”, and he waits for Vero to stumble to her feet...and SLAMS the chair into the back of her head, quickly prompting a trickle of blood to spurt out through her hair!
...As well as forcing Ace Vincent to call for the obvious announcement.
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, Bryan Blaze has been disqualified from this match!
He didn’t care. He just stood there, seething, still holding the chair, his arms trembling as he stared down at her. Sam just watched, shocked at what was happening. Not like Ace Vincent could stop him anyway, and Blaze knew that, so he set the chair down over Vero’s body, then turned to the ropes, he jumped onto the second and springboarded off, twisting his body in a beautiful shooting star form, crashing down onto Vero and the chair!
”BRYAN BLAZE BAY BAY!”
He probably hurt himself just as much as he hurt her, but he didn’t care. Right now, he didn’t feel it. Only one thing mattered. Finally, Blaze stood up, waving Sam over. “Pin her.” To which she does. You could have counted to a thousand and the result would have been the same.
1!
2!
3!
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, Veronica Taylor has been eliminated!
Thatcher: Bryan Blaze has snapped!
Mynx: Wait. I think I know what he did. He made a gambit, he knew The Upper Class couldn’t match up one on one with either of him or Sam, so by causing massive damage at his own expense, he ensured Sam was able to make the odds even and thus, their favor…
Thatcher: That’s clever. Now, what we have is fate. The only two left in the ring...is Bianca Davis, and Sam Tolson. It was always meant to be.
That was just the prologue though. What we really had, was a fresh Sam Tolson, and a battered Bianca Davis. In fact, it was Bianca that was just starting to get back up following that three dimensional double team. With a few quick steps, Sam was right on Bianca, her arms wrapped around in a rear waistlock. Like with Vero before, Sam starts to toss Bianca back, but Bianca has other plans as she rolls forward, taking Sam to the mat in a victory roll;
1!
2!
Sam kicks out!
This time it’s Bianca that gets up first, pulling Sam with her and blowing a mock kiss at her fa - when Sam levels Bianca with a kick to the midsection, she starts to lift her up…
AND CRASH, WITH THE “VICTORY DROP ALPHA” (Trapper Keeper Bomb), spiking Bianca AGAIN on her head, enough so to see a trickle of blood come from her nose! On the landing, Sam holds Bianca’s leg back while Ace Vincent, begrudgingly, counts the fall;
1!
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2!
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3!
It was done. Finally. It may not be the title, but the retribution Sam needed from last month was complete.
From the PA: The winners of the match. Samantha Tolson, and Bryan Blaze!!
”BAY BAY!”
Thatcher: That Victory Drop Alpha was so not needed...but mentally, it was everything that was necessary.
Mynx: Look at Ace, trying to suck up to Bianca now. Give it a rest buddy, she was never gonna go for you anyway.
Thatcher: Now what for Sam. For Blaze? You have to imagine the Whirlwind Championship is something high on both their to do lists now.
Mynx: Is it? I think I know one thing, at least on her side she needs first…
Thatcher: Do tell.
Mynx: Oh, Derrick, you know a lady never tells…
Thatcher: ...I walked right into that one, didn’t I Nikki? Anyway, folks, if you enjoyed watching The Upper Class get taught a lesson in humility, let us know! Tweet along with us using the tag #BiancaFearsTolson with your thoughts!
Following the events of earlier Jacob Hotstuff doesn't appear to be in all that great of shape, clearly in pain. He lays on a medical bed as a medical professional is jotting a few notes down on a clipboard as several other medical professionals share a few words with one another. Slowly Pendragon enters into view, like an angel of death watching over the Self-Proclaimed “Michael Bay of Professional Wrestling”. Jacob's eyes slowly meets approximately where Pendragon's would be underneath the mask as the color begins to leave his face; not only was he hurt but he was completely exposed with no backup. It was man to man, exactly in a position where the Star from Hollywood didn't want to be. A physician makes his way to stand between the two of them as Pendragon raises one hand... before another emerges from his robe as he produced a bible.
“No need to fear. I don't intend to bring violence inside a medical ward... but I will defend myself as needed; if necessary.”
A veiled threat that caught a nervous glance from Jacob who for once in his life decided to keep his mouth shut. This causes the physician to slowly back off, unsure himself if the ultimatum applied to him as well.
“No, even during a war such as this Great Class War the wounded have the right to seek appropriate medical care. Despite the bad blood and the war of words between you and I, I come here to wish you well on your recovery.”
Pendragon begins to flip through pages of the Holy Book looking for a specific passage in particular.
“I believe in a concept known as mercy; do you, Jacob? Are you familiar with the concept of mercy?”
Pendragon takes two steps forward as he stares down at Jacob as an uncomfortable silence fell over the room.
“Rhetorical question. I doubt you believe in it but you've shown yourself to be more than capable of understanding concepts that others may underestimate you over. You're smart Jacob, the look in your eyes tell me that you understand. Mercy is given to those who do not necessarily deserve it. Mercy is an act of benevolence and compassion, especially when one is in a vulnerable position.”
Pendragon slowly began to circle around the table Jacob was laying on like a shark circling its prey. His movements betrayed the softness in his words as the distress in Jacob's gaze appeared to be slowly rising as he watched his every movement like a hawk.
“Even when you tried to burn my face, destroy my mask and deny my right to exist as I am... I'm choosing to turn the other cheek. Jacob, I wish to pray for you.”
Finally Pendragon stopped on the side opposite of the entry into the room as he stared directly over Jacob. He looked over Jacob before scanning the pages of the Holy Book.
“And as it is written in Mark Chapter 5 verse 13 through 15; 'Is anyone among you in trouble? Let them pray. Is anyone happy? Let them sing songs of praise. Is anyone among you sick? Let them call the elders of the church to pray over them and anoint them with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise them up. If they have sinned, they will be forgiven.'”
Pendragon flips through a few more pages ever so swiftly as he slightly tilts his head up from the bible upon finding his place.
“And in Mark Chapter 6 verse 13 it is said; 'And they cast out many devils, and anointed with oil many that were sick, and healed them.' Let us pray.”
The medical team stands silent and out of the way as Pendragon flips studiously through the Holy Text. The nurses and the physician communicate through a series of glances and hand gestures as they ultimately decide it was best to allow this to continue.
“My dear friends, we are gathered here in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ who is present among us. As the gospels relate, the sick came to him for healing; moreover, he loves us so much that he died for our sake. Through the apostle James, he has commanded us: 'Are there any who are sick among you? Let them send for the priests of the Church, and let the priests pray over them, anointing them with oil in the name of the Lord; and the prayer of faith will save the sick persons, and the Lord will raise them up; and if they have committed any sins, their sins will be forgiven them.' Let us therefore commend our sick brother Jacob to the grace and power of Christ, that he may save him and raise him up.”
The eyes of one nurse in particular grew incredibly wide as it donned on her. Pendragon was reading Jacob his Last Rites. The horror pouring out of her face was palpable as she whispered frantically in an unintelligible tone to her colleagues. Pendragon pauses as he looks at the page inside the book muttering out-loud,
“I don't think Jacob is in any condition to confess his sins... besides he's too prideful even if he was in a speaking mood. I'll have to skip that portion...”
He flips through several more pages as it was clear now if it wasn't before that he was reading off a series of highlighted text and jotted down notes placed on the margins of the text. If looks could kill Jacob would be halfway towards killing Pendragon in cold murder while succumbing to death himself out of sheer distress and angst. Pendragon holds the Holy Text in one hand as he reaches into the robe procuring a vial of oil. He holds it up to the light as he begins to splash it all over Jacob's forehead.
“Through this holy anointing may the Lord in his love and mercy help you with the grace of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
Pendragon then moves and begins to splash the oil on his side, on his hands and arms. It becomes clear very quickly that Pendragon wasn't anointing Jacob with holy oils normally associated with the Church; this oil in particular smelled particularly flammable in nature. Like what one would expect from kerosene or lamp oil. The odor is unmistakable and undeniable as one of the nurses shrieks in terror at the realization of what Pendragon was doing. The other nurse does her best to comfort her, the physician deciding it was in his best interest to just sit tight and hope this ride soon came to a peaceful end.
“May the Lord who frees you from sin save you and raise you up. Amen.”
Pendragon looked at the vial seeing a generous amount still remained as he began to pour and splash the rest of it all over Jacob's body. Jacob had enough, all surefire confidence and swagger that was akin to his trademark was replaced by a very certain terror in his eyes. He knew what flammable liquids were and he knew just how easy it was to spark a flame in the immediate vicinity. What started as a fireball has escalated into so much more now.
Pendragon flipped towards the back of the bible where a good deal of text was handwritten into some of the blank pages near the back of the book. Pendragon takes the now empty vial and places it back inside his robe as he appears to be be ready to assume the reading of rites. However he pauses as he places the bible on a nearby side table and reaches into his robe again. Jacob by this point is sweating bullets and the nurses are in a near panic. The physician appears ready to tackle Pendragon if he produces a lighter and he nearly makes his move as Jacob closes his eyes not having the heart or the stomach to see whatever came next. Pendragon slowly produces the item from his robe... the empty vial. He turns to the physician as he extends it.
“Actually, I suppose I don't have a use for this anymore.Is there any place I can safely toss this in the rubbish?”
Jacob's eyes shoot open as he realizes Pendragon was toying with him just now. The physician doesn't respond; he doesn't know how to as Pendragon takes the initiative and places it on a nearby table. He then picks up the bible once more.
“Let us pray. Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Lord Jesus Christ, you chose to share our human nature, to redeem all people, and to heal the sick. Look with compassion upon your servant Jacob, whom we have anointed in your name with this holy oil for the healing of his body and spirit. Support him with your power, comfort him with your protection, and give him the strength to fight against evil. Since you have given him a share in your own passion, help him to find hope in suffering, for you are Lord forever and ever. Amen.”
Pendragon clasps his hands together and bows, the medical staff nervously doing the same.
“May The Lord bless you with enlightenment as you journey through the cleansing fire in the trials to come.”
The mere mention of fire made Jacob sweat bullets as a loud SNAP was heard by Pendragon shutting the bible with his hand. Pendragon places the Holy Book on Jacob's chest, patting the cover twice before taking the long way around the bed towards the exit. The physician, caught up in a bundle of nerves fishes a package of cigarettes out of his labcoat intending to light one up in seek of immediate stress relief; he doesn't get paid nearly enough to deal with the big personalities of wrestling and lucha libre. With a calm and serene touch Pendragon placed his hand on his shoulder in an effort to stop him with the soft shake of his head.
“You'll want to light that outside. Trust me.”
With that Pendragon made his leave as the camera immediately panned back to the expression of horror on Jacob's face knowing the doctor nearly lit a cigarette in a room with him covered in flammable liquid.
Ace Vincent: Introducing, already in the ring, standing 6’ 4” and weighing in at two-hundred-forty-two pounds. Donnie Mac!
The camera does a brief cut to show Donnie stretching in the ring before coming back to Ace.
Ace Vincent: And his opponent, making his in-ring Whirlwind debut...from Tom’s River, New Jersey. Standing 5’ 9”, he weighed in this morning at an even two-hundred pounds. This is “Mr. Athleticism”; TERRANCE! KNIGHT!!
Seether’s “Out of My Way” plays Terrance Knight down to the ring, eyes, lights, and camera flashes fixated on the second-generation athlete. Terrance however, pays no mind to his opponent in the ring as he waited for the bell to ring.
Terrance wasted no time with a sprint halfway across the ring, leveling Donnie with a huge Yakuza kick to the face, the impact sending him flying back against the corner! Before Donnie could even get his bearings, Terrance stays on him, sprinting into the corner, he lifts his elbow up to bash the man in the face! Terrance backs up and allows Dannyboy to stumble out of the corner before nose-diving with a “flair flop” onto the mat. Terrance looks down at the man and shakes his head, almost like he said “is that it?” Arrogantly, he steps on top of Donnie, one foot over his chest as Ace Vincent counts the fall;
Mynx: Terrance is not playing around even a little bit...
1!
2 - Terrance steps off of Donnie’s chest and kicks him over.
Thatcher: You have got to question the overconfidence there though. You’re not getting paid by the hour, why play with your food when you could just...finish it?
Donnie slowly started crawling away while Terrance watched, curiously. He waited. Donnie began to climb up to his knees, in response, Terrance began taking his elbow pad and peeling it back to expose his bare elbow. Donnie got back to his feet, finally, while Terrance pointed at his elbow. He let out an [inaudible] battlecry, leaping forward toward Donnie!
Thatcher: Ball game.
As he sped up, he turned around one-eighty degrees, bringing his elbow across Donnie’s face - but Donnie ducked! Terrance swung wildly over Donnie’s head, to which Donnie took Terrance around his waist and lifted him up, planting him to the mat with a standing spinebuster! Quickly he dropped into a cover as Ace counted;
1!
Terrance powered out!
Mynx: Donnie Mac made him pay for that arrogance, but Terrance isn’t even close enough to being down for the night!
Terrance slapped the mat, almost insulted that Donnie would catch him off-guard like that! Donnie turned around - right into a jumping knee from Terrance, catching him under the jaw!
Thatcher: He looks like he’s out on his -
Before Thatcher could even finish his sentence, Terrance continued the onslaught with a beautiful axe kick that sent Donnie spiraling back into the ropes, resting neck first on the top rope.
Mynx: No, NOW he’s totally out on his feet!
Terrance roughly grabs Donnie off the rope and shifts him onto his shoulders for a Samoan Drop...but then he shrugs and lets his weight slide off his shoulders, instead taking Donnie down fast, hard, and STIFF with “The Separator” (Fujiwara Armbar)! In less time than it takes some guys to finish a cup of coffee, Donnie Mac furiously slaps the mat begging and pleading with anyone available to break the hold! Terrance releases the hold, and Donnie slowly pulls his arm into his body, cradling it. Ace Vincent takes a mic from ringside, then raises Terrance Knight’s arm;
Ace Vincent: Your winner as a result of a submission; TERRANCE! KNIGHT!!
Thatcher: Terrance Knight with the dominant win here tonight, in what I believe to be record time.
Mynx: That armbar...holy crap, yeah, I’m glad my position is here and not across the ring from him.
Thatcher: Somebody better send a medic to check on Donnie Mac...I don’t believe arms are supposed to bend that way.
Mynx: In the meantime, after a performance like that you have to wonder what is next up for the second generation star, Terrance Knight.
Thatcher: Next up? The sky. Because that’s this kid’s limit.
The bell rings as the fans get in their seats for tonight’s action.
Ace Vincent, Whirlwind’s new ring announcer and senior referee official, belts his voice out over the air. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and how has your DAY OF JUDGMENT truly been, tonight?!”
While everyone is cheering and clapping and ready for the next match, Nanook is seen looking around from his seat. He spots something that catches his eye.
Nanook “Alright! Bester….Bester? Bester?”
Bester is gone, the seat next to Nanook is empty.
Nanook “DAMN IT! I SWEAR!”
Ace Vincent “The following contest is scheduled for….”
”ONE FALL!”
Ace Vincent “In this corner, weighing in at 195 pounds. Jose Sanchez!”
The crowd clap their hands and give Jose a warm welcome. He’s a new face to Whirlwind Wrestling and this is his first professional match.
Nanook stands up only to find Bester, err I mean Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris down on the floor with some fans, taking selfies, signing autographs.
Nanook “GD it!”
Ace Vincent “And his opponent!”
Boos.
Nanook “BESTER!”
Ace Vincent “From Detroit Michigan! Weighting in at 320 pounds. This. Is. RUIN!”
And more boos.
Nanook “BESTER! Damn it! Damn it all to hell, him and that stupid mask, I swear to god! Excuse me, pardon me, so sorry. Yes I know. Sorry, excuse me.”
As Nanook makes his way out to the isle to go get Bester, OGDA is high fiving kids, taking pictures and all that jazz.
In the ring, RUIN, a 20 year vet back in the states who never really became anyone, kicks Jose in the stomach, to some boos. He hammers Jose across the back with a big forearm smash. RUIN then lifts Jose by reaching around his gut, and holds him before flipping him in a side suplex to the mat with force!
Nanook has made it down to floor as a small “let’s go jobber” chant breaks out (y’know, because our fans can be smarky as all hell) as RUIN, that dirty American, puts the boots to their hometown hero.
Nanook “Bester! Bro! We’ve got to go!”
OGDA “Yes, I will always be there to help! I am the protector of the rainbow! I get my strength from the rainbows! I get my power from your love! Between the two, There is nothing, no one I can’t defeat!” Bester tells a small group of fans.
Small boy “Can you save Jose? Look at him? That old saggy breasted American is beating him up!”
Small girl “Yes OGDA! Save our local hero! Save my uncle! Jose!”
OGSA looks at the ring where Ruin has PHJRS laid out across the top rope in the corner and is just hammering away with stiff forearms and a blatant choke! And no one is happy about this! Jose is a local boy! He delivers newspapers in the morning!
Nanook “Bester! We’ve got to go!”
Bester looks at Nanook. He is defiant through the eye holes in his white mask. He looks down at the little girl.
OGDA “Jose Sanchez is your uncle?”
Small girl in tears “Yes OGDA! HE wants to be like you! He wants to be a guardian of the rainbow like you! Save my uncle OGDA! Save him!”
Nanook “Bester! We don’t have time for this! We have to find the boss!”
Bester kneels down in front of the girl.
OGDA “WIth everything that is holy, I shall help Jose! No one picks on Jose Sanchez and gets away with it!”
In the ring, RUIN has Jose set up for a top rope DDT! (A la like Randy Orton, only from the top rope.) Bester snaps to his feet, places his hands on his hips, puffs out his chest and the crowd reacts with a uproar of cheers! Bester than takes off running towards the ring, leaps over the guard rails as if they weren’t there! To a huge pop!
Nanook “BESTER! NO! STOP! YOU’RE RUINING EVERYTHING!”
Bester leaps up to the ring apron and points at RUIN, who can’t believe what is going on!
OGDA “STOP! RELEASE Jose OR FACE THE WRATH OF THE RAINBOW!”
The ref, he tries to tell OGDA to go back to his seat. RUIN lets go of Jose and he falls to the mat, better than being DDT’d and snapping his neck. RUIN starts to walk towards Bester, Bester pulls back on the top rope, springs up on it, and leaps from the top rope with a flying forearm, called the WRATH OF THE RAINBOW! OGDA connects and knocks RUIN out! Cold in the middle of the ring!
Nanook is in disbelief as security rushes into the ring to get Bester out of there. But the place is on their feet as Jose crawls and drapes his arm over RUIN as Bester exits the ring without putting up a fight with security.
The whole place counts with the ref!
1!
2!
3!
Huge pop for Jose as he has defeated RUIN! OGDA is so happy as he is being escorted out of the building.
Nanook “ARE YOU KIDDING ME? COME ON! SERIOUSLY!”
Nanook follows after Bester who is on his way out of the building, but Jose is getting his hand raised in victory and everyone is happy.
Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris saves the day again!
Whirlwind Championship
Joe Jones© vs
Ace Vincent: The following singles match, is for the Whirlwind Championship! Introducing first, standing in the corner to my left, from Hamilton, South Lanarkshire, Stephen Callaway!
The camera cuts to an energetic Callaway pumped and ready for his first opportunity at becoming the very best in Whirlwind’s hierarchy.
Ace Vincent: And his opponent, standing in the corner to my right…
”BOOOOOOO!”
Ace Vincent: From the City of Sin, accompanied to the ring by the “Badass” James Kelloggs. He, is the reigning, defending, second-ever Whirlwind Champion...JOOOOOOEEEEE!! JOOOONNNEEESSSS!!
The camera cuts to Joe proudly displaying the title wrapped firmly around his waist even as James peaks his “little" head through the ropes to disparage Callaway from his dream. Ace then takes the Whirlwind Championship from Joe and raises it above his head in both hands.
Joe arrogantly presses his thumb to his chest as he shouts “that's that's my property!” while Callaway stares almost longingly at the title, this being the first shot in a long time, while feeling closer than ever to becoming the champion! It was a special moment, indeed.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Those three rings everyone worth their weight in salt craved to hear. Joe wasted no time in lunging forward at the wily veteran, getting caught with a deep gut kick for his troubles. From there Callaway scoops Joe up and drops him with a scoop slam, followed by an elbow drop - but Joe moves at the last second and Callaway eats the mat! Joe gets back to his feet and begins stomping, of course on the elbow Callaway just forcefully smashed into the canvas, before finally stopping with his arms outstretched…
“Nobody is ready, for Joe Jones!”
Just as he finished the bold statement, Callaway kipped up behind him, grabbing him in a rear waistlock, and hurling him back with a beautiful German suplex! Callaway holds the bridge as Ace Vincent makes the count;
1!
2!
Joe kicks out!
Mynx: Perhaps the next time he says that, he should make sure his opponent is actually down and out…
Thatcher: That, or you know, not give up his back in the opening minutes of a championship match…
Unlike Joe, Callaway isn't about to take the time to send subliminal messages in the heat of battle, instead he gets right back up and locks his hands around Joe’s waist again, heaving him back - but it's Joe that puts the brakes on with a stomp over Callaway's toe. Joe then moves behind Callaway from the distraction, this time putting him in the rear waistlock. Joe takes his time, even “grinding” a moment before picking him up for a German suplex of his own!
Until Callaway shifts his weight around “sandbagging" Joe, then grabs his arm in a clean mat takedown and armbar transition. James on the outside protested, clearly not liking it as much as Joe didn't like feeling it!
Thatcher: Stephen has this well versed mat technician vibe about him. Very well versed.
Mynx: We could say that about Joe too, they're actually very well matched on paper. That's not really evident by tonight's known information, though…
Thatcher: Meanwhile Stephen Callaway is actually keeping his mind focused on the end game...and the results are evident.
Ace Vincent drops down to check on Joe in the armbar just as Joe was beginning to snake his arm out of Callaway’s grip. Just as Joe was getting the better of it, Callaway released the hold, then jumped to his feet, knocking the taste out of Joe’s mouth with a quick side kick to the jaw! Joe took it hard and clean before rolling out of the ring, James coming around to check on his, quite honestly, meal ticket.
1!
Mynx: Joe Jones just can’t get off the starting line tonight.
On the outside, Joe and James are in a huddle as Callaway watches from behind Ace as the count-out continues.
2!
A lot of muffled whispers from the two men whom don’t even seem the least bit worried about returning to the ring.
Thatcher: I hope Joe isn’t planning to take the low road here...not on his first night in action as our Whirlwind Champion…
3!
4!
Finally, Joe and James break from the huddle, with James moving around to the aisle-side of the ring and Joe on the hard cam side. Callaway returns his attention to the two of them, rolling his eyes as this scenario is all too familiar to him. His attention, though, remained trained on Joe Jones. After all, Joe was the man he had to beat, so Joe should have his attention. And that’s when it happened. Joe hung back while James climbed the ring apron and went to the top rope. Callaway braced himself as James leapt off the top rope - right as Callaway leapt at him with a pump kick to the face!
Guess who won?
Thatcher: Now see, had James connected there, that would have been grounds for a disqualification win...but then Joe would have kept the title.
Mynx: I’m sure he wouldn’t have minded that…
Just as Callaway connected to send the little guy flying from the ring, Joe slid in from the other side, catching Callaway’s backside with an inverted atomic drop before taking him into a reverse DDT position, swinging him around and planting him face first on the mat with “Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am” (Crossrhodes)! Desperately, Joe flips Callaway over and with a hook of the near leg, Ace drops into a perfect position to count the fall;
Mynx: Our champion caught him from outta nowhere!
Thatcher: I wouldn’t say from nowhere...that was a pretty obvious setup to me...
1!
2!
Callaway drapes his foot across the bottom rope.
3!
From the PA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match as a result of a pinfall, and SSSTTTIIIILLLLL Whirlwind Champion! “Double J”! Jooooeeee!! Joooonnneeesss!!!
Thatcher: Hey, waitaminute, Callaway’s foot…
Mynx: Ace didn’t catch it!
As Joe goes to collect his title he laps back around to check up on James on the outside, while Callaway protests to Ace Vincent over the questionable call.
Thatcher: That’s not really a fair thing, come on Ace, you gotta restart this.
On the outside Joe looks pissed after seeing the shape James is in, with the title in hand he re-enters the ring, stood behind Callaway and poised like a viper ready to strike. He’s waiting. Waiting...just as Callaway turns around, Joe pounces with the title - but Callaway low-bridges, matrix style, and Joe hits only the air! Callaway spins around to lock eyes with the champion that, after tonight, he was sure couldn’t beat him straight up. The two share some trash talk as unbeknownst to Callaway, James has climbed back up the turnbuckle, directly behind him…
Thatcher: Turn around Stephen!
Mynx: Uhh, Derrick? You do know he can’t hear you, right?
Callaway dares Joe to try that belt shot again, to which he does, and again Callaway ducks it, then stomps his foot twice before bringing it up to land a “Calsi Kick” (Superkick) right to the belt, knocking it into the champion’s face!
But there’s no time for celebration though before James leaps from the rope, this time landing a set of double knees to Callaway’s face! On the landing he moves to help Joe up just as Kamelot’s “Karma” plays the cavalry out to the ring!
Thatcher: It’s Pendragon!
Just as he hits the ring, James gets his buddy and the title just out of the ring, laughing at the untimely rescue he made.
Mynx: This has got to stop. We need a resolution, not just another cheap escape…
Ask and your prayers shall be answered. The house lights blinked twice as a simple notification rang out over the Gimnasio, much to the confusion of everyone, fan and athlete alike.
Then Derrick Thatcher stood up from his seat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he did so.
Thatcher: *ahem* Can I have your attention please? I’ve just received a text message from the Whirlwind lead project designer, Toby Knight. And I quote.
Joe Jones, I saw your little stunt, and as the owner of this promotion, I am not amused. I do not find your antics befitting of a champion, and furthermore, I can’t really say you beat Stephen Callaway, all things considered. We’re not about to leave Day of Judgment like this, nope, you had your way at Threads of Disloyalty. Tonight, you’re going to give each and every one of these paying fans what they want. You’re gonna give them a fight. And hey, since your little buddy James Kelloggs is so eager to get in our ring, he can fight too. It’s gonna be you, and James, versus the team of Stephen Callaway, and Pendragon! And Joe...that match starts, right now!
Much to the approval of the crowd and the two in the ring, and the fans alike, the bell once again rings. Joe was still half out of it after getting his bell rung, so James, in all his three feet of fury, slides into the ring to start this off for the team, while Pendragon insisted to start things for his own.
Mynx: Alright, now we’re in business! Joe just isn’t having any luck whatsoever tonight, first his championship ceremony was ruined, now he’s caught heat with the boss for trying to shortcut out of a title match, and now he has to wrestle twice in one night!
Getting ahold of the much smaller James proved a difficult task for the normally strategic Pendragon. While James kept moving to best utilize his speed asset, even ducking between Pendragon’s legs, and coming out with a hard back kick to the back of his knee that sent the masked man stumbling forward. James celebrated a bit before running a bit too close to the opposing corner, where Callaway reached over the ropes, but narrowly missing the little guy. James backed away, laughing, mocking Callaway while Pendragon steadied himself on the second rope, almost waiting for his moment…
Thatcher: This is gonna be a trainwreck.
Just as James turned around, Pendragon springboarded away from the ropes, tagging the little badass with “Turning Tides” (Disaster Kick)! James flops onto the mat like a fish out of water as Pendragon slides into the easy cover, trapping James under his chest in a firm lateral press;
1!
2!
Joe makes the save!
Mynx: A disoriented Joe, that looks like he’s been out drinking all week, but a save from the most selfish man in wrestling indeed…
Joe quickly, drags James back to his corner then slaps his buddy on the shoulder to make the official tag, all while Pendragon watches with what can only be described as dumbfounded amazement. It was like watching two-thirds of the three stooges with these two, he must’ve thought. With Joe in the ring though, Callaway leaned over the ropes with his hand, almost begging for the tag. Pendragon being the good partner that he is, takes Callaway’s hand and makes the tag!
Thatcher: Hey, it’s like the title match never ended!
That wasn’t the sight Joe wanted, or even needed, to see. From his corner he stumbled out, while Callaway ran full steam at Joe, lifting his boot up to NAIL him flush across the face! Joe got flipped turned upside down on the landing as Callaway dropped nonchalantly into a firm, tight cover;
1!
2!
James makes the save!
Mynx: Unbelievable.
That was Pendragon’s cue to bat clean up. As he entered the ring, Callaway sat up and threw the little guy towards Pendragon. He tried to fight it. He kicked at Pendragon’s shins, but this time he wasn’t having any of that. While Callaway took a not-recovered Joe and flipped him over, wrapping his arms and neck up in the Calsmission (Tazzmission), Pendragon took James in a double underhook, crashing him down onto the mat with the “Dragon’s Descent” (Double Underhook DDT)! That ought to put him out of commission, he thought to himself.
Joe looked almost helpless in the Calsmission, but he still had that fighting “I’m not giving up” look to him, no matter how tightly Callaway squeezed the air from him. “Need a hand, partner?” Pendragon remarked before turning his attention to the struggling champion. Since Callaway had Joe’s top half locked up, Pendragon took Joe’s leg, bending it back with a simple yet devastating legbar submission. Within just a moment of the combined sustained pressure, Joe furiously slapped the mat for mercy and reprieve as the bell was rung!
From the PA: Your winners of the match as a result of a submission...Stephen Callaway, and Pendragon!
As quickly as the bell was rung, Pendragon and Callaway both released their holds, after which Ace Vincent would help the two of them up and raise their hands, much to the delight of the roaring Gimnasio.
Thatcher: See, cheaters never prosper in the end...what a great joint effort by two guys who, just a month ago had never teamed or even spoken together!
Mynx: Never prosper? But Joe Jones is still leaving here as the Whirlwind Champion…
Thatcher: Yes, but he doesn’t look like even a little bit of a winner. And after that double submission, I’m sure he doesn’t feel like one either.
Mynx: That was brutal. It’s no wonder Joe tapped out immediately! Of course, we can only assume Joe will be having a few choice words to say about this in the immediate future…
Thatcher: Oh, I’m sure he will. I’m sure he will. Probably something along the lines of “still being the guy”. He’s so full of himself, “the guy” doesn’t let themselves get mauled by two guys.
Mynx: That’s it for us, for Derrick Thatcher, I’m Nikki Mynx, the most well-liked persona behind our company media account, and we’re signing off. Good night everybody!
The last scene we’re treated to is Pendragon and Stephen Callaway celebrating the win while a broken Joe Jones and James Kelloggs are taking the long, defeated road up the ramp, Whirlwind Championship in tow.
