[The soft yet catchy playing of a piano is overheard in the background as the following transitional images are being displayed in a span of 15 seconds...]
{A Sequence of Still Shots - Cordova, Kayden Paulton & Natalia Simonov distributing care packages in a location overseas to the people...Damian Lee, Michael Buhrman, Alyssa Corliss & Dawn Cassidy taking pictures with random patients at an undisclosed hospital...Nate Quartermaine devoting time to read to the elementary school kids...Adam Lazarus & Dallas Griffin playing basketball with the local teens...The screen gradually is covered in white before the jOlt Wrestling logo and copyright information is etched across the screen. A number of stick figures representing each primary color of the rainbow, are joined hand in hand to form a makeshift squared circle with the jOlt lighting bolt centered within it. www.FourCorners.org... }
Fade to Black.
Moments of Darkness
"Warriors of Time’ by Black Tide
[The rapid fire drum solo initiates the displaying of random sectioned off visuals of the following wrestlers in sequence; (Right Screen w/ Fade)...Derecho, raising his head with a menacing scowl...(Left Screen w/ Fade)...Mattock, with a side profile, staring intently at the fleeting image of Derecho...(Vertical Split Screen w/ Fade)...Chris Titan(Left) is exchanging visual daggers with Sylo(Right)...Fade...]
(Rolling Footage)...Clyde Fox power walking down the entrance ramp way...Big Little Italy taking Sanchez Cano out with a Flying Head Scissors Takedown...Adam Lazarus crushing a masked luchador with his patented Shooting Star Guillotine Leg Drop...Sylo using The Slaughter to put Bane LoneHeart through the barricades, inaudibly igniting the crowd...Greg Scott Vincent delivering a picturesque GSV Punch on a jobber...The Nashvillian drilling Lennox Love with the Banned In 48 States Pile Driver...the trio of Duzza, Khadafi & Status Quo inaudibly basking in the waves of crowd heat during their descent down the entrance rampway...Chris Titan using the Titanium finisher to destroy Sam Sweet...The West Texas Terrorists connecting with the West Texas Death Sentence team finisher on a jobber...Kellen Keller hitting the painKILLA on a masked luchador...Frank Silver hitting the Shut The Fuck Uppercut on a hapless jobber...’Superstar’ Vince Jacobs cutting an inaudible in-ring promo in the face of Reno Davis...Derecho hitting the Show Stealer Leg Drop on Graham Youngblood...The Heirs of Wrestling, center ring, prompting a massive response from the crowd via in ring theatrics...a bloodied Jimmy B. Martinez, perched 3/4 of the way up a ladder while holding the Flyweight Championship outward before the masses...Ray Chavez hitting his dVd finisher on a unknown victim...High Flyer taking flight and plowing over a tandem of wrestlers with a OTR Corkscrew Plancha...Aran Thompson destroying his opposition with the Champion Maker...Jonathan Conspiracy locking in the Attention Getter Crossface Submission Hold, forcing a jobber to adamantly tap out and the sequence ends with Eiji Kugasari executing a Leaping Double Roundhouse Kick in midair before punching the ground, immediately shattering the screen to fluidly transition to the ongoing barrage of Emerald, Gold & Pearl pyrotechnics assaulting the entire entrance staging area.
At their conclusion, a dense overcast of smoke gradually ascends to the heavens as the entire arena is filled with a unified roar from within. The musical introduction continues to echo in hindsight as the Emerald & Chrome show graphic captions are affixed to the bottom center of the Tv screen. Cameras Eight, Fourteen & Four trade moderate sweeps along the targeted sections of the arena to capture the excitement of the crowd..
Knock KnockThe scene opened up with Aran Thompson standing at the opened door of Jim Johnson's office as he knocked his knuckles against the door. Johnson motioned Aran into the office.
"Come in, come in. Shut the door behind you please." Johnson said with a bit of excitement.
Aran looked at Johnson and raised his eyebrow curiously.
"You asked for me?" Aran asked.
Johnson smiled and nodded his head.
"Absolutely. You see, when I made your match for tonight the match that could make or break Thieves Honor I had one goal in mind. Try and create resolution between Aran Thompson and Derecho..." Johnson paused and he waved his hands in the air as if imagining both Aran and Derecho's name on a marquee.
"Simply put, this little tiff you two are in is distracting. You're walking around here like you deserve something and Derecho...hell we don't even know what's going with him." Johnson continued.
Aran tilted his head, "Tiff?" Aran asked.
"This little tiff is about me becoming the jOlt Champion! This little tiff if about me proving that I am the future of this industry! This little tiff..." Aran stopped as Johnson interrupted him.
"Whoa, whoa whoa. I didn't mean to get under your skin, but you have to remember you have to worry about six other guys. Just because you two seem like allies do you think Waymoth is going just stop at the chance of becoming champ? What about Jimmy B. Martinez?! That guy retired a division! Grendel is an absolute monster, Craig Thomas has an Ego about him that just won't quit and don't even get me started on Tyke?! What deserted rock did crawl out from?! You still have to worry about whether or not J-CON will qualify and he has beat you several times!"
Johnson, giving Aran his own run down of the Thieves Honor participants, paused for a moment and watched Aran who scowled but never responded.
"Aran, you haven't even beat Derecho in a one on one match. If you want this, you go out there and you get it but you realize that Derecho is the champ and he will try to murder you to hold on to that championship."
Aran snarled at Johnson and stood up and Johnson knew he had gotten to hm.
"Good. Now that you're nice and pissed off. Waymoth is banned from ringside tonight."
WHAT?!
Aran bellowed and Johnson's eyes got wide not knowing what was going to come next and Aran looked back and just started to walk away obviously upset, and Johnson stopped him one more time.
"Derecho wants it tonight....do you?"
Sarah Winterton vs Daryn Thompson
It was now time for some Starlets action here on Warriors! Tonight, for the first time in a few months, the third-generation Texan firecracker Daryn Thompson was in action. The rookie Starlet had been honing her craft on Rock The House and local events, but now she felt she was ready to make a climb back to the top.
Her opponent, however, had been talking up her debut the last several shows and had already placed her name among greats like Aria Murphy and Persephone. She was known as “The Heiress” Sarah Winterton and tonight the fans of jOlt would find out if she was all hype or something more.
“The following Starlets match is scheduled for one fall!”
“Madness” by Muse.
The music played and out from the back came the very game Daryn Thompson. She was unique in that she had a lot of power in her frame, but she was still seeking out the experience to put it all together.
“First, making her way to the ring from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 165 pounds… DARYN THOMPSON!”
She’d been working hard the last several months and the fans gave her a mixed reaction as she raised her fists in the air. The Texan firecracker ran up the steps and stepped into the ring. Daryn did a few stretches in the ring to get herself ready for action.
“Pageant (instrumental)” by Moi Dix Mois.
That music played for the fans and lights began to swirl in shades of pearl as a lovely shade of pyro began to shower from the ceiling. As the pyro shower continued to fall on the stage, the fans in the arena began to boo and shout at the prissy girl making her debut.
“And her opponent… from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 142 pounds… She is ”THE HEIRESS” SARAH WINTERTON!”
She was brought in by The Heirs of Wrestling and shared their outright arrogance as noted by the ridiculous fireworks and hype she’d given herself. Dressed in a top and leather pants with a crown on her head, she gave the old princess wave to the fans before she pranced to the ring. Sarah eventually made her way into the ring and draped her Heiress sash over the turnbuckle. The Heiress was ready for action, but quickly asked for a microphone.
“HELLO, MY DARLINGS!”
Daryn Thompson was irate at this interruption, but Sarah Winterton paid her no mind and continued to greet the booing crowd.
“I am SO happy to be here tonight for all of you at long last! The Starlets renaissance shall begin tonight when I wrestle a fantastic contest against this lovely young woman here tonight… say, darling... who are you again?”
The crowd yelled and booed at her again while Daryn angrily shouted.
“You’ll damn well know who I am!” Daryn yelled.
Sarah handed the microphone to one of the attendants at ringside and got herself ready for the match ahead. After all the shit she talked about Daryn Thompson and the other Starlets, Sarah Winterton had earned herself no friends.
DING DING DING!
The Heiress walked to the center of the ring and put her hands up in a test of strength. The strong Texan decided to instead push Sarah into the corner and overpower her early. Daryn got some cheers from the crowd as she buried a few knees to the chest before tossing him overhead with a big Biel Throw!
Thompson yelled and got the crowd fired up as Winterton cradled her back in pain. The Heiress stood up and tried to beg off Daryn as she walked forward. Sarah smirked before she quickly stopped her in her tracks with a Drop Toe Hold! Once she brought Thompson to the mat she jumped over and applied a Front Facelock. Basic Wrestling 101 but it was effective enough for The Heiress to get the early advantage.
Daryn struggled at first, but she got back to her feet and brought Winterton with her. Once they were back on their feet, Sarah stopped her with another headlock. The Heiress turned him around and went for a Vertical Suplex…
DARYN POWERED HER UP IN THE AIR!
The Texan stopped Winterton in her tracks and lifted her up now, holding her up in the air for a few seconds. She fell backwards and dropped Sarah Winterton on the mat with the Suplex! The crowd was supporting Daryn as she went for the first cover of the match.
ONE!
TWO… NO!
An early kickout by The Heiress. Daryn Thompson pulled the Heiress back and kicked her in the gut before trying to set her up for a Powerbomb early, but Sarah quickly squirmed away from her and headed to the ring apron for safety.
“Get her back!” Sarah yelled. “Get her back!”
The Texan stomped towards her to continue the offense, but The Heiress cowered against the ropes and tried to create some separation between her and the young powerhouse. Thompson tried grabbing her by the hair, but The Heiress quickly grabbed her by the arm and snapped it over the second rope!
Daryn shouted in pain and fell to her knees while grabbing her left arm in pain! The Heiress had suckered in the rookie Starlet and made her pay for it. Seeing a chance to strike, the crowd booed as Winterton jumped into the ring and grabbed her by the arm before twisting it up in the second rope!
She was using dirty tactics just like any other member of the Heirs and she was using them just as well. Referee Darius Underwood ordered her to back off otherwise she would be disqualified. Sarah backed off and smiled at the referee before she grabbed Daryn by the arm again.
Winterton twisted the arm and continued with the Arm Wringers to weaken the joints. Thompson tried to fight her off but Sarah ducked a forearm only to drop down with a stunner-like move to soften up some more. Daryn yelled again while Sarah sat up and waited for her next attack. She rolled Daryn over into a snapmare and delivered a kick to the back. Thompson arched her back in pain while Sarah went to the ropes before a Dropkick to the back of the head..
THREE TIMES A LADY!
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO!
Daryn kicked out at two! The Heiress was wrestling a smart match so far and twisted the arm back before she rolled and BRIDGED over into a modified Bridging Armbar. She was rolled over impressively while Daryn was trapped in the confines of a deadly submission by the technically-sound Winterton. The strong Texan tried her best to free herself from the hold, but Sarah adjusted herself into a seated Armbar variation now to wear her down some more. She looked out to the crowd and smiled again.
“I LOVE YOU ALL!”
The Heiress continued to put the pressure on Daryn, but the young Texan started to get back to her feet despite the pain her arm was in. She quickly got to her knee and delivered two powerful Forearm Smashes to the face of the Heiress to make her let go.
Sarah rubbed her cheek in pain before she tried to attack Daryn again. The rookie Starlet was ready this time and caught her with a modified Flapjack with her good arm!
The crowd in the Arena of Champions cheered in support of Daryn Thompson as she tried to get back to her feet. The Heiress followed shortly behind her while she was out of breath. Winterton tried running at her and instead she was clubbed with a big Clothesline from the Texan.
Daryn ran right at The Heiress and nailed a second Clothesline and started to get some momentum back on her side. When The Heiress was busy staggering back to her feet Daryn hit the ropes and she came back with a very impactful Running Shoulder Block that knocked her right over! The Texan quickly hobbled over and went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO!
The Heiress kicked out and was almost left with egg on her face after all her self-hype. Daryn Thompson continued to fight and tried to whip The Heiress again, but she stopped that with a sharp elbow to her bad arm. Daryn flinched and the move stunned him long enough to hit the ropes. When she came back she was caught quickly with a Scoop Powerslam!
ONE!
TWO!
THR… KICK OUT!
For the second time in a matter of moments Sarah Winterton just escaped defeat. She stood up again and waited for The Heiress to get back to her feet again. The Heiress stumbled into her path and Daryn tried to grab her. She grabbed her by the arm and tried for a twisting powerslam, but quickly Sarah twisted with a Headscissors…
THE ERMINE CAPE!
The Christo submission was locked in tight and Daryn had no place to go! The arm work that she’d put into the match finally paid off as Thompson collapsed to her knees. She tried her best to struggle her way out of the deadly submission but there was nowhere for The Texan to go…
TAP TAP TAP.
The Heiress had scrambled and was given some trouble several times by Daryn, but she had managed to outwrestle her effectively and get the win.
“Here is your winner of the match… ”THE HEIRESS” SARAH WINTERTON!”
While Daryn was trying to recuperate after having her arm nearly torn out of the socket, Sarah Winterton took her sash and put it back on before waving to the crowd. She exited the ring and waved to the crowd some more before making her way back up the ramp. She took a bow and blew kisses for the fans in the audience that were showering her with jeers.
It seemed that the Heiress was more than all talk and had scored an impressive victory. There was clearly more to this lovely woman than meets the eye.
When they had first joined jOlt Wrestling, the threesome of Adam Roebuck, Derrick Huber, and Derrick’s wife, Charlotte had developed a very strong foundation that would allow the two monsters and their lovely valet to connect with the fans. They had conquered their competition on the way to winning the jOlt Tag Team Champions and had been fighting and defending champions ever since that day.In later days however, the House had been plagued with problems ever since they had run afoul of Craig Thomas and The Strangler, Team EGO. They had been duped into losing the services of Huber’s wife, Charlotte, to Team EGO and because of that they had been forced into servitude to Thomas for fear of them cancelling Charlotte’s contract. To make matters worse, the Heirs of Wrestling – one of wrestling’s most decorated tag teams – had been breathing down their necks.
Huber was silently stewing to himself as he put his stuff in his locker. To say it had been a rough couple of weeks was an understatement. Adam Roebuck sat next to his long-time tag team partner taping up his wrists. Tonight they would be facing another in a line of hungry young tag teams in The Jury, who were previous LoC Tag Champions with a bit of history themselves.
“Derrick…” Adam spoke, “you gonna say anything or not?”
The Oddsmaker didn’t say anything. He kept on throwing his stuff into his bag like he was searching for something. Adam was being unusually caring; something that the big mountain of rage hadn’t quite been known for in The House’s jOlt career.
“Hey!” Roebuck screamed.
“OUR HOUSE IS FALLING APART, THAT’S WHAT!”
After the outburst Roebuck grimaced. Derrick Huber was shaking his head while slamming his locker door shut.
“We’ve been through a lot, Huber,” Derrick said, “a lot.
We’ve won a lot of tag team titles by besting the competition. Smacking around luchadors in Mexico. Throwing around smaller wrestlers in Japan. We’ve made shit for money in Puerto Rico and wrestled for good money in a lot of other countries. When we decided to make the move here to [INSERT CITY NAME HERE] for jOlt and I promised to bring Charlotte along, I was going to protect her. And now, look what’s happened.”
Roebuck grimly nodded at his partner. “You’re not saying anything I don’t agree with. We’ve been through a lot, man. What… eleven, twelve years?”
“Yeah,” Huber nodded, “but it’s been jack fucking horrible since we won these belts. My wife is being forced to accompany that useless cunt, Craig Thomas. Strangler’s mistake cost us huge last week. Now instead of fighting for my wife’s freedom, we’re dealing with those fuckin’ snobby little Heirs. I’m sick of this, man, I’m sick of all of it.”
The pressure might have been getting to The Oddsmaker.
It took Adam Roebuck a few seconds to process all that his tag team partner was saying to him, but there wasn’t anything he didn’t agree with.
“Huber, I’ve got a question for you,” Roebuck asked him. “While you were in there looking for your wrist tape… did you happen to find your balls?”
The question caught Derrick completely unaware.
“You wanna fuckin’ repeat that?”
Roebuck stood up to his full height. He may have had a hundred pounds and a few inches in height over Huber but he wasn’t backing down.
“I asked you a simple question, Huber. Did you find your balls?”
The Oddsmaker wasn’t pleased with Adam’s line of questioning. “The next words out of your mouth better be something poignant or you won’t being saying any more words, period.”
Roebuck grinned. “There’s that fire. I’m tired of this mopey, whiny bitch that’s trying to replace my best friend. We’re monsters here, Derrick. jOlt has never seen Tag Team Champions like us! We’re bad, we destroy anything that’s put in front of us and it doesn’t matter how many people come at us wanting our belts. Tonight, we’re going to make an example out of The Jury and then we’re going to do the same to the Heirs. Once we deal with those little drizzling shits at Thieves Honor then we’re going to deal with Team EGO and get Charlotte back!”
It seemed something had woken up with Derrick Huber. He agreed with everything.
“Now,” Roebuck snarled. “You want to go out there and kick some ass or what?”
“Yeah. Yeah I fuckin’ do.”
Huber took his belt and headed out the door while Roebuck grinned widely with a hint of bloodlust in his eyes.
“There he is.”
Jimmy B. Martinez vs Sephiroth Du Luc
"South Texas Deathride" by Union Underground
The musical theme began to blare threw out the speakers. The Arena of Champions erupted in jeers as the entrance staging area began radiating with infrequent pulses of Red & White lighting assaulted the immediate area. The jOltvision screens regaled the glorious moments of German engineered brutality before the towering European slowly emerged out the back. He stopped at the very top ramp way & looked into the disgruntled audience. He smirked and flipped off the crowd.
Carrington: Introducing First; Making his way to the ring...From Berlin, Germany...Weighting in at 280 pounds...SEPIROTH DU LUC The former Backbone member began to slowly walk down the ramp way. The audience began throwing garbage at him as he continued making his way towards the ring. He finally reached the ring, as he slid under the bottom ropes. He climbed up the top turnbuckle and threw his hands up above his head, as the jeers rattled the arena. He jumped down and waited for his opponent.
The Arena of Champions erupted as the lights dimmed & began to flicker red. The masses opened up with an iNfamous chant as there former flyweight champion was ready to make his way towards the ring. Martinez finally emerged the curtains with a smile on his face as he stopped at the top ramp way. He looked into the crowded jammed pack arena, and nodded his head as he smiled. He threw his arms up and formed a X as pyro ignited behind him forming a X. He then began to walk down the ramp way towards the ring acknowledging his fans.
Carrington: “Making his way to the ring...From The Bronx, New York...Weighting in at 230 pounds... ’Mr. Infamous’...JIMMY! MARTIN...!!!
The audience groaned audibly as the People’s Champion was violently knocked down along the steel ramp way. Camera One captured Eiji Kugasari arrogantly standing over his opposition longingly as Jimmy began stirring along the ramp. The ninja waited until Martinez was up on all fours before blasting his rib cage with a Running Kick. The former Flyweight Champion rolled over onto his back before using the barricades as leverage to apply more pressure with his Knee against his throat. The fans within proximity began hurling trash and insults at the Blood Raven as he stood over the fallen hero, taunting him relentlessly. Eiji watched his rival coughing harshly while clutching his throat before the ninja drove his padded foot soundly into the fan favorite’s chest several times before punishing him with a hail of Mounted Punches.
Sepiroth was busy keeping the referee at bay as Eiji shoved his rival across the face to the floor. Camera Two displayed Martinez beginning to bleed from a cut over his left eyebrow. Hand clutching the guard rails, Jimmy wobbled defiantly and swung blindly at his oppressor and knocked the ninja down onto the padded floor before stumbling forward. A Front Kick by Jimmy before several punches set up Eiji for a Short Arm Clothesline. Staggering about, the battered New Yorker struggled to make his way back toward the ring as Sepiroth extended his arms outward. Patiently in wait for Jimmy to enter, the opening bell finally sounded as Martinez struggled to pull himself upward top his feet...
...1!
...2!
A hateful pop arose as Sepiroth pulled Jimmy’s arm off the canvas. Mockingly, he feigned an expression of terror before looking about to further antagonize the masses at Jimmy’s expense. Meanwhile, Eiji continued pacing the outer perimeter to monitor the match. Jimmy’s wound was leaking crimson as he desperately sought to reclaim his footing. Up a knee, Du Luc grabbed Martinez by the neck and signaled to the crowd that the end was near...
...1!
...2!
...3!!!
Inaudibly yelling at the legions, ’South Texas Deathride’ by Union Underground from the PA system further amplified the level of resentment for both the German & the Blood Raven as the towering anarchist snatched the wunderkind to his feet before unceremoniously dumping him over the top rope onto the outside. Hard. The time keeper continued to ring the bell signaling the end of the match and to promote the wrestlers to end this ongoing war. Referee Underwood slid under the ropes and attempted to pry the ninja off of Martinez & was briefly successful before being forcibly shoving him aside to slam the Bronx native’s head against the barricades. Jimmy stumbled wildly backwards before collapsing along the floor.
The pro-Martinez demographic unleashed a literal tsunami of heat towards the Blood Raven as he extended his arms outward briefly before grabbing the former Flyweight Champion by the head and slammed Jimmy spine first against the ring steps. Camera Three watched Martinez eerily collapse onto his side as Kugasari watched Sepiroth exit the ring & head to the back before kneeling before the fallen Martinez. The ninja casually stood to his feet & began walking backward until he reached the end of the entrance ramp way before leaving the referee to finally attend to the disheveled Bronx native. Camera One watched Eiji extend his arms outward walking up the ramp before turning away and become enveloped by the backstage curtains.
The lights go out in the arena."Crimson Bow and Arrow" by Linked Horizon (Instrumental) hits the PA system as Mattock and Sanchez Cano makes their way down to the ring in single file fashion. Both of them enter the ring after each other and Mattock grabs a microphone from ringside. He brings it up to his lips a the music dies down."
"It seems there are those who wish to stand in the way of progress. There are those who are complacent to live their lives as livestock within these walls. They wish for nothing more than to swallow the tripe that's forced down their throats each and every day. I aimed to change all of that, but there have been those who are blocking that path.
The people boo as Sanchez Cano grabs a microphone from ringside and then brings it to his lips.
"Mattock is the Messiah and he tried to deliver a message all ears who could listen. Cordova was delivered the message first and when he refused, he had to be removed. Gunner Van Patton then had to get into our business. To stand in the way of our progress, but apparently, he wishes to pay the price of that progress rather than aid it."
Mattock shakes his head in disgust at the thought of Patton not bending to his will. Mattock then takes his turn to speak.
"That is why we will teach them the meaning of progress and what it is to interfere. At Thieves' Honor, I hereby challenge Gunner Van Patton and Arkham to a match against myself and Sanchez Cano, but this isn't going to be any old match. There will be a stipulation.. a stipulation that I reserve the right to withhold under AFTER the match has been accepted."
Mattock and Cano then turn toward the entrance ramp.
Every light in the arena goes out, as the tron comes to life. Rain falls down upon the entrance way to match the rain falling upon the graveyard being displayed on the tron. Lights flicker throughout the arena like lightning, as the tron zeros in on a single grave. Suddenly, a black shadow rises out of the mud and muck with only a single white eye and a big red star radiating out of the dark figure.
The letters G-V-P burst onto the tron in time with red, white, and blue pyro explodes from the ramp. Through the curtain comes Gunnar Van Patton. He stands atop the ramp, letting the rain come down on him before whipping his shaggy blonde hair back and tying his long red bandana around his head to conceal his damaged right eye. However, he is not alone. With his face three quarters-covered by the shadow of the massive hood attached to his trench coat is the human slasher film, Arkham. The grim platoon of soldiers look down to the ring and GVP has to stop Arkham from just blitzing the ring.
"Hold yer horses there partner," Van Patton instructs his ally. "Yer chance to hurt these bastards is fast approachin'. Now, ya'll must be dumber than goddamn hell to challenge us after what happened last time."
Cano rubs the back of his head with a sigh, still feeling the effects of the massive crucifix bomb delivered by Arkham.
"Ah reckon there's only one answer to yer question. We acc..."
"You do realize that if you accept this, there will be dire consequences. I want to make that perfectly clear before you finalize that decision," interrupts Mattock.
"Keep yer threats. The only thing that will be dire is yer need of a casket come Thieves' Honor".
"Very well then. At Thieves' Honor, you two will face reVolt in a tag team match with Julia on the line. If you truly wish to rescue Julia, you will have to defeat us because if we win the match, then we get to finish what we started. All wars require sacrifice and we weren't done sacrificing her for the greater good. So if we win, we get five minutes alone in the ring with her.. which will be plenty of time to remind you what it means to stand in the way of progress."
"When that match is over, the last thing ya'll will want is five minutes with that little girl."
Van Patton slices his throat with his gun-shaped hand and poins it at his foe before raising it high into the air. "Hell's Bells" takes over the airwaves, as the camera takes off to another portion of the arena, leaving the four men to trade hate-filled stares.
Mike Extreme vs Kayden Paulton
CUE UP: "Walkin' On Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves
Kayden Paulton slowly walked out to the stage. He was on a small losing streak. Paulton had been in the ring with Waymoth, Strangler and now he was going to have to step into the ring with a very dangerous Mike Extreme. Some people cheered, others sat on their hands as they had a bad feeling that Paulton’s luck was not going to get any better tonight. Paulton, however, obliviously strutted down to the ring to his tune, trying to get the fans riled up and cheering. He rolled into the ring as he waited for Mike Extreme.
"Melancholy (Holy Martyr)" by Iced Earth started to blast over the arena as the camera panned to the stage to see the monster Mike Extreme come to the stage with Violet and Misty Gold right by his side. The fans were jeering loudly at the two. The monster had a huge smile on his face as he looked around the Arena of Champions. Mike, Violet, and Misty were still riding high continued to make their way down the ramp to the ring. Extreme climbed over the top rope as Violet and Misty stood ringside.
The bell sounded as Mike went right after Kayden in the middle of the ring. The monster didn’t give Paulton time to react to the bell as he pounded on him. Mike Extreme was showing the jOlt fans why he should be in the main event . Extreme grabbed Kayden and slammed him hard to the mat. Mike was not through as he dropped an elbow into Kayden’s chest. Paulton held his chest as Mike raised his arms high in the air to the serenade of jeers from the fans.
Mike sneered as her reached down to grab Kayden but Paulton reached up and hooked Extreme with an inside cradle.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!!!
Extreme and Kayden both get to their feet quickly but Extreme nailed Paulton with a huge clothesline that sent a chill down everyone’s spine in the arena. Mike slowly picked up Kayden and whipped him very hard into the corner. Kayden hit the corner and dropped to the mat instantaneously.
Mike smiled as he slowly walked over to Paulton. Kayden tried to pick himself up off the mat with the help of the ropes. Extreme grabbed Kayden by the throat and held him in the corner as he looked out into the crowd. Extreme picked up Kayden and sat him on the top rope. Mike grabbed Kayden by the neck and drove him into the mat with the SCREAMS OF PAIN. Violet yelled at Mike to pin Kayden.
Mike looked at Violet and motioned that he understood as he dropped down for the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!!! MIKE EXTREME PICKED KAYDEN UP!!!
”I can’t believe he just picked Kayden up. He could have won the match right there.” Michael Buhrman said.
”Mike Extreme is showing me something. Hell he may have put Vince Jacobs’s career in jeopardy.” Nathan Powers added.
Violet was not happy as she continued to yell at Mike Extreme. Extreme picked up Kayden and whipped him into the ropes. Paulton bounced off the ropes and nailed the big man in the knees with a dropkick. Mike did not fall as Paulton raced off the ropes again and nailed Extreme with a clothesline. The big oak did not fall but he staggered a little. Kayden looked at Mike Extreme teetering. He went to the corner and climbed to the second rope.
Kayden jumped off the second turnbuckle right into a big boot from Mike Extreme.
Paulton dropped to the mat hard as Mike’s smile was gone. He picked Paulton up and looked out into the crowd before letting out a big yell.
THE ROGUE CRUSHER
Extreme dropped down and hooked Kayden’s leg for the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
Mike Extreme showed his dominance once again with a win over Kayden Paulton.
”Mike Extreme is on a roll.” Michael Buhrman said.
”Mike Extreme may be my new favorite wrestler. He is going to be a big threat to Derecho’s title reign.” Nathan Powers added.
Extreme stood in the ring, hearing the jeers from the crowd. Extreme, Violet, and Misty Gold was about to leave the ring when a voice was heard over the PA system.
“Hey Mike. You hoo, Mike.” The jOltvision finally came to life with Vince Jacobs and Natalia sitting on a sofa next to a fireplace. Hey Mike, congratulations on your win against Kayden. You really showed him didn’t you. I know you thought I was going to be gone forever but that is not the case.
The fans erupted in cheers.
“I have a small announcement to make and I wanted to be sure that Mike, Violet, and Misty were the first to hear this wonderful news. Contrary to your reports on iNtense, Mike. I do not have a broken neck. I know you were concerned , so I am going to set your mind at ease.”
Vince stood up to his feet and walked to the bar in the room. Vince poured himself a drink before speaking with the camera again.
“I went to my doctor and he said that I can be back in that ring in a week.”
The fans cheered over the news that SVJ was alright. Vince took a sip of his drink and continued.
“So Nat and I got to thinking what can we do in one week. We came up with an idea that will benefit you and I Mike. I am going to make my return to the ring at Thieves Honor in a match. I spoke to Jim Johnson yesterday and he actually granted my request. I requested that at the ppv you and I get into the ring.”
You can see Mike Extreme shaking his head “yes”.
“Just imagine this Mike, in big bright lights – Mike Extreme versus ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs in a ---wait for it, a Falls Count Anywhere Match.”
The Arena of Champions went ballistic. Jacobs smiled at the camera.
“I told you Extreme, YOU DON’T FUCK WITH VINCE JACOBS. I am going to hurt you in the most inhumane way. I hope you are ready because I guarantee that you will not like this side of Vince Jacobs. See ya soon Mike.”
The jOltvision went black and Mike looked on frustrated. That Vince Jacobs was not done for good.
The House vs The Jury
On the very last show before Thieves Honor, jOlt’s Tag Team Champions were in action tonight against a very formidable force in The Jury. Khadafi, Status Quo, and Duzza had their share of issues with The Crimson Order and tonight they were looking to possibly beat the champs in a non-title match which could easily earn them a future title shot.
“Serial Killa” by Snoop Dogg played. The mock police car flashes continued to move as the jOltvision screens offered a literal collage of Street Brawling & Guerilla Tactics waged against both the unwary & unworthy. The masses booed heavily as the tandem of Khadafi & Statuz Quo took command of the entrance staging area. The Hawaiian Holocaust adamantly beat his chest with a lone fist as A-Town Assassin flashed “Peace Up. A-Town Down’ with his hands, the unsavory stepped aside as their injured yet incomparable manager, Duzza, wheeled himself out from the back to make his presence known.
“Cut that music!” Duzza shouted vociferously. “There’s something wrong with them jOlt Tag Team Titles these days! Not only are they not being held by my boys, Quo and Khadafi, but they’re being held by a pair of fat-ass butterballs that ain’t worthy of holdin’ them! This is an injustice that will be taken care of right fuckin’ quick! House… we find you guilty of impersonating a pair of young, virile athletes. And for going 45 in a 25. This is a young man’s game and it don’t matter how big you are… my boys are leavin’ your big asses in the dust!”
Duzza headed to the ring with the confident Quo and Khadafi behind him as they entered the ring. They were ready for a fight.
“Turn The Page” by Metallica played for the fans as a set of red and green pyro exploded on the stage. The lights snapped back on and the crowd cheered for the appearance of The House! Huber’s lovely wife, Charlotte, had on a harlequin-themed showgirl outfit for the occasion and got the crowd revved up with a sultry dance. She was finally out there with her boys for the first time in a couple weeks as Thomas was looking to smooth things over after a hiccup between The House and The Strangler on Intense. The House members raised the jOlt Tag Team Championships for the cheering crowd to see!
The six-foot four, three-hundred nine-pound “Oddsmaker” Derrick Huber, smiling and flexing his muscles for the crowd cheering him on. In the other spotlight was a bigger monster that was six-foot seven and weighed in at four-hundred sixty-eight pounds. The two monsters charged to the ring where Quo and Khadafi were waiting for them.
The four men paired off on either side of the ring. Quo took on Huber on one side of the ring while Khadafi went after Roebuck went after him, leaving the referee with the unfortunate task of having to break up the scuffle.
Quo tried for an uppercut early only for Huber to land an elbow in the face. Khadafi’s luck wasn’t much better because he was tossed over the ropes by Roebuck, the tall Hawaiian landed right at Duzza’s feet.
Roebuck and Huber snarled like the beasts the fans had come to love. This was their ring and they dared The Jury to come in and try to take it from them. They weren’t stupid by any means and bided their time while Duzza waited to discuss strategy.
Once they took a few seconds to compose themselves, it was Quo heading into the line of fire against The Big Bucks. He charged right at him with no fear and swung with all his might. Roebuck blocked a couple shots while a few more landed across the chest. He pushed Quo back into the ropes and when he came back he knocked him over with an elbow.
“Get the fuck up!”
Roebuck palmed the back of Quo’s head and pulled him into the corner of the House and then pancaked him with a running clothesline in the corner. Quo was slumped over when Derrick Huber tagged into the ring. Adam grabbed his partner and launched him with an aided corner lariat right at Quo. The A-Town Assassin was slumped over now but Huber wasn’t done with him yet.
In a fit of rage The Oddsmaker charged backwards and creamed him with a second lariat. A third a fourth and a fifth soon followed until Charlotte and the crowd showed some love for Huber. He was all fired up after his pep talk and was focused on getting it done in the ring tonight.
Huber with another expert tag to Adam Roebuck and now both men were in the ring. Roebuck grabbed Quo by the body in a sidewalk slam position as Huber ran off to the ropes to come back and deliver a sidewalk slam/elbow drop combination called DEAD MONEY~! Huber left the ring as Roebuck went in for the cover on Quo.
1…
2…
And a kick out.
When Roebuck tried to pick Quo up again he stopped the big monster with a seated jawbreaker before rolling outside the ring to save himself from further damage.
“Get back here, you little asshole…”
After Roebuck shook off the jawbreaker he climbed to the outside and picked up Quo before forcefully tossing him back inside the ring to finish what he started. That may have been the opening that Khadafi needed because the big Hawaiian jumped off the ropes and took down Roebuck with an awesome diving clothesline off the apron.
Duzza clapped for his boys as they now had control of The House. With some help from Quo, he and Khadafi pushed The Big Bucks back inside the ring. Quo tagged out to Khadafi and the big bruiser from Hawaii delivered a pair of brutal knee drops into the head of the bearded Roebuck.
Now that The Big Bucks was down in the corner, Charlotte and Huber each cheered on their friend while he tried to fight back against Quo and Khadafi. He swung at both men as they entered the ring but two eventually overcome one and the two men pushed Adam back into their corner. Quo and Khadafi took turns laying a beatdown which they had quite a bit of experience doing. They were a decorate tag team in LoC who could get it done on any given night.
Khadafi grabbed Quo by the shoulder and launched him into a big spear in the corner. Quo then used every ounce of strength he could to whip Roebuck into running STO by Khadafi called the KING KILLA~!
After the successful sequence of moves, Khadafi gagged to Quo and the cocky wrestler from The ATL stood over Roebuck with a smile on his face. He jumped in the air and delivered THE A-TOWN STOMP~! Roebuck had two-hundred and forty-pounds double stomped into his face and now Quo went to a cover.
1…
2…
And a kick out by Roebuck!
The massive Roebuck forced Quo off him but The Jury were wrestling a perfect match right now. As The Big Bucks tried to stand up again Quo made the tag to Khadafi and the two men continued their attack. They doubled over Roebuck with a double stomp before putting stereo elbows to his face. They pushed Roebuck back into the corner before Khadafi unleashed a hellish string of jabs at the face of the jOlt Tag Team Champion.
“Ya big bitch!”
The ruthless Khadafi even threw in a couple of headbutts just because he could. He then tagged into Quo using the quick tags to keep The Big Bucks guessing. Status Quo landed a few elbows and stood backwards before he smiled. He turned to Charlotte and started making some lewd gestures that involved some of her naughty parts. Charlotte rolled her eyes and continued to cheer and holler for Roebuck.
He turned and tried to charge at the big man only for Roebuck to catch him in mid air…
THE TURN~!
The big monster landed a fallaway variation on a powerbomb sending Quo over his head and crashing into the turnbuckle. Roebuck shook off the pain he was in and made the steady crawl over to his corner where the fired-up Derrick Huber waited.
The tag was made and he even kissed Charlotte for good luck before heading towards the fresh Khadafi. He came right at the Hawaiian with some nice jabs to the head before he took him by the arm and threw Khadafi into the corner. Khadafi saw the big train that was The Oddsmaker coming towards him and moved out of the way so he could hit the ropes. Huber stopped himself and quickly lunged at Khadafi nearly taking him out of his shoes with an explosive shoulder tackle.
The fans in Florida were wincing from such a football-like impact that Huber had thrown. Quo tried saving his buddy by cutting him off at the pass, but Huber caught him around the waist and threw him overhead with an amazing belly to belly throw.
“Come onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”
Huber dragged out the last syllable as long as he could as he waited for somebody to make a move. He had weeks of frustration to take out and the Jury just happened to be the unfortunate recipients of that anger. Khadafi was trying to use a corner to get himself back up but the fans saw what The Oddsmaker had in mind…
THE MONEY ROLL~!
The running cannonball senton in the corner nearly crushed Khadafi under his three-hundred pound weight. He pulled Khadafi out of the corner by his leg and tried pinning him.
1…
2…
Close, but no cigar!
Quo made the timely save and dropped an elbow on Huber’s skull. He saw Adam Roebuck and charged at him with some elbows, but Roebuck shook him off and clotheslined him over the top rope.
Huber and Roebuck cornered Khadafi now and blasted him in the chest with a pair of kicks. The two men got Khadafi set up on their shoulders and the fans cheered for what was about to happen now.
BUST~!
He was dropped with their nasty double-team powerbomb and the ring shook after the impact. Huber hooked the legs of Khadafi while Roebuck kept Quo at bay.
1…
2…
3!
The House with another victory in their dominant reign as the jOlt Tag Team Champions. The Jury had given The House all they could handle and more but at the end of the day the extra motivated Huber and Roebuck came out on top.
The Jury collected themselves after this tough loss and the threesome headed up the ramp while The House were left inside the ring to celebrate. Huber and Charlotte embraced in the ring, having a rare moment to themselves before they started to lock lips.
Unfortunately for them this wasn’t over yet.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…”Then an annoying little voice.
“Gay.”
The crowd turned their heads to the top of the ramp where none other than “The Prince of Precision” Ryan Gallway was standing. The kid was decked out in a three-piece suit (sky blue pants, salmon-colored jacket, and a black pin-striped gangster hat.) Bad fashion sense or not, the arrogant little shit stood at the top of the ramp smiling. At his side was the woman people saw in action earlier, “The Heiress” Sarah Winterton, the newest of The Heirs. The House didn’t look pleased with Ryan interrupting their victory celebration, but ask The Heirs if they cared. Go ahead.
I’ll be here laughing at you.
“You fat testicle-ticklers think you’re ready for the noise that WE’RE gonna bring at Thieves Honor? It’s a fitting name for a PPV because you two are nothing but a pair of thieves, running around with stolen property! Frankie said it best… we made those belts! We’ve defended them in main events, we’ve defended them against the best and we want them back!”
Derrick, Adam, and Charlotte all stared out at Ryan Gallway. Derrick took his tag title and dropped it in front of him.
“If you’re done talking shit, why don’t you stop being a little boy and come down here and prove that you’re a MAN… or maybe Miss Winterton over there is more of a man than you.”
Sarah looked offended by the comment which did not please Ryan.
“You big funny fucks! We ain’t fighting for free! The Heirs of Wrestling are a brand-fuckin-name you hear me? jOlt has our shit on t-shirts, wrist-bands, and even a fucking iPhone cover… AN iPHONE COVER! Do you have that? No, you sneakattack don’t!”
Roebuck was quick enough to catch Ryan slip in the words. He and Huber immediately turned around as Frank Silver and Mack Brody were about to jump into the ring when The House fought back! Adam Roebuck caught Mack in the side of the head with a right hook as Frank tried to come after Huber only to get a Moneyline for his troubles!
Frank was knocked down after the discus lariat and headed outside the ring to collect himself. They tried to sneak attack Huber and Roebuck just as they had done to The Oddsmaker and to Sweet Sweet Lovin in the past, but Roebuck and Huber finally saw it coming.
They stared icy cold daggers at Silver and Brody as they crawled out of the ring licking their wounds Mack wanted to get in there and fight but a groggy Frank held him back.
“No, Big Mack. Not until Thieves Honor!”
The crowd cheered for the intense standoff between Heirs and The House ended as Charlotte hid behind her husband. The Heirs of Wrestling headed back up the ramp while Ryan gestured that they wanted the belts all to themselves. And who knew what The Heirs would stoop to in order to get them.
The House had left them with a message just as powerful.
Bring it.
Jonathan Conspiracy vs Adam Lazarus
This was Johnathan Conspiracy's final chance at redemption. Tonight, he had to requalify for the main event of Thieves' Honor. He knew that he was facing the man he screwed to get into the main event, Adam Lazarus. Full of confidence, JCON was ready to retake his spot in the jOlt Championship match.
"No Church in the Wild" by Kanye West.
The people booed. Jonathan Conspiracy walked out from the backstage area. No Duzza, No Statuz Quo, No Khadafi, No Dallas Griffin. Mr. One Letter Better walked alone because he was that confident that he could get the job done alone. Conspiracy ignored the admonishment of the fans as he walked up the ringsteps and stepped into the ring.
JCON ascended the turnbuckle pads and raised his arm into the air with a smirk of confidence on his face. He hopped down and his music came into silence. He awaited Adam Lazarus, but all of a sudden.. he didn't get what he was expecting
Jim Johnson stepped out at the top of the entrance ramp. He looked down at the ring where Jonathan Conspiracy was. Johnson smirked as he held a microphone in his hand. He brought it up to his lips as he looked at the confused JCON in the middle of the ring."I know you're probably expecting Adam Lazarus to come out through that curtain. I'm sure that when you heard the news you'd face him for your requalifying match that you could just screw him over a second time and easily place yourself back into the main event of Thieves' Honor."
Johnson smirked as he paused for a moment. He then looked at JCON and posed a question.
"Did you really think I was going to make it that easy for you?" asked Johnson.
Jonathan Conspiracy, who had been on a losing streaked looked as if he had just lost his ace in the hole for getting back into the main event and back into the jOlt Championship picture.
"Also.. I decided to add the stipulation that should your new opponent win tonight.. they will also take your spot in Thieves' Honor."
JCON was getting furious with Jim Johnson. He sensed that this was a straight up screw job.. fitting seeing how he screwed someone to get into the match in the first place.
"With that being said.. let me introduce you to your NEW opponent..."
Johnson stepped aside and a brief moment later....
Jonathan Conspiracy vs ?????????
A twangy guitar cued up over the PA system. Some people who watch other shows outside of jOlt hit their feet as they instantly recognized the theme.
"Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" by Cage the Elephant
Buhrman: Wait.. we've heard this theme elsewhere.. CAN IT BE!?
Powers: I think it is, Mike... I think it is!
As the lyrics kicked in, there he walked out.. standing 7 feet, 3 inches tall.. weighing 307lbs... the fans erupted and couldn't believe what they were seeing! Indeed he was here and even Jonathan Conspiracy looked like certain doom had befallen him. Jim Johnson could only crack the widest grin as he applauded the man as he stood atop of the entrance ramp.
"Saunders! Saunders! Saunders!" chanted the crowd as he walked down the entrance ramp toward the ring.
Saunders grabbed the ropes and pulled himself up onto the ring apron then swung one leg over the top rope, then the other as he entered the ring. Saunders stood there and stared at Jonathan Conspiracy as the fans were going nuts! The music died down as the crowd continued to chant his name!
"Saunders! Saunders! Saunders!"
That quickly derailed into another chant.
"Fuck 'em up Saunders, fuck 'em up" clapclap! "Fuck 'em up Saunders, fuck 'em up" clapclap! "Fuck 'em up Saunders, fuck 'em up" clapclap!
Jonathan Conspiracy looked around the arena a knew he was going to be in for the fight of his life here tonight. Jim Johnston stood at the top of the entrance ramp and stayed there to watch every minute of this. The referee didn't wait any longer and called for the bell!
DING
DING
DING
JCON knew he had to strike first, so he charged right in and began to fire forearms into the chest of Saunders. Saunders stood there and absorbed every hit that JCON gave him and didn't move an inch. JCON saw that they weren't working and took off toward the ropes. JCON charged in, but Saunders lead with his shoulder and put Mr. One Letter Better down with a shoulder block. Saunders then took off toward the ropes as JCON flipped over onto his stomach. JCON quickly got back up, but got drilled again with another shoulder block.
Saunders pulled JCON up and whipped him into the ropes. Spike put the big boot up and JCON ran right into it, sending him back down to the canvas. Saunders then dropped an elbow across the chest, stood, and dropped another elbow. Spike stood one last time and dropped a third elbow before he made the cover.
One...
Two...
JCON kicked out of it, but Spike wouldn't let JCON go anywhere as he immediately clasped on a rear chin lock.
JCON struggled to get back to his feet, but the weight of Spike Saunders on his shoulders and back kept him grounded. JCON remained seated and build up some energy. He then used that to force himself back to his feet where he reached back and grabbed Saunders by the head and dropped down with a chin breaker over the top of his head. Saunders held his jaw as he staggered over to the ropes. JCON got up and charged in. He then clotheslined Saunders up and over the top rope to the floor, but Saunders landed on his feet at ringside!
JCON made the mistake of turning his back to Saunders, thinking that Spike had taken a hard landing on the floor. Little did he know that Spike reached back into the ring and grabbed JCON by the legs, tripping him up. Saunders then yanked JCON out of the ring and into a wheelbarrow hold. Spike then swung JCON head and shoulder first into the barricades at ringside!! JCON collapsed down to the mats as the fans continued to cheer for Saunders. Spike noticed that the referee was up to a count of six and so he rolled into the ring and back out to reset the count. Saunders then pulled JCON up to his feet and whipped him into the steel ring post! JCON's head bounced right off it and he collapsed to the floor mats once again. Saunders walked over and pulled JCON up before tossing him back into the ring under the bottom rope.
Spike then hopped up onto the ring apron and then ascended the turnbuckle pads! You don't usually see seven foot, three-hundred pound men flying, but Spike was about to. Spike clenched his hand and made a fist as he took aim on JCON. He leapt off and drove his fist right into the top of JCON's skull!
BOOM! Headshot!!
Saunders then made the cover and hooked the leg in deep!
One...
Two...
JCON kicked out once again.
Saunders looked to the crowd and motioned for one more time. The crowd cheered wildly so Spike headed back to the corner and began to ascend the turnbuckles once again, but JCON got back to his feet and rushed to the corner where knocked Saunders off his perch! Saunders sat top the pads as JCON ascended. JCON then hooked Saunders for what looked like a superplex, but Saunders fired a right hand into the ribs of JCON, but JCON answered with clubbing blows to the upper back of Saunders. JCON re-hooked Saunders into the front chancery and tried to lift him, but Saunders wouldn't go anywhere. JCON tried to lift him a second time and Saunder still didn't budge! Saunders, in turn, lifted JCON up and dropped him straight down with a Release Gordbuster from off the top. Saunders took aim and leapt off with that closed fist once again!
BOOM! Headshot!!
Spike asked for a second one, the fans demanded, and Spike delivered! Spike then went for the cover once again
One...
Two...
JCON still managed to pop the shoulder up in time.
Saunders warmed up his arm as he waited for JCON to get back up. Once JCON was vertical, Saunders took off to the ropes and swung with a vicious clothesline, but JCON ducked underneath. When Spike turned around, JCON lunged in with a Super Kick and rocked Saunders back into the ropes. JCON then charged in, but Saunders lifted him up and over to the ring apron where JCON landed on his feet. When Saunders turned to face him, JCON grabbed Saunders by the head and hot shotted him over the top rope. Saunders staggered away and dropped to a knee. JCON got back up onto the apron and grabbed a hold of the top rope. Saunders stood and faced JCON as JCON leapt up and connected with a Springboard Missile Drop kick! JCON then made his first cover of the match.
One...
Two...
Saunders kicked out with authority! JCON pounded his fist into the canvas with frustration as he pulled Saunders back up. JCON then lit up Saunders chest with a knife edge chop. JCON hit another and another, but the more he hit, the more that Saunders just stood there and ignored any of JCON's effort. JCON then took off to the ropes and went for a flying cross body, but Saunders nailed a European Uppercut in mid-air and knocked JCON out of flight!!
Saunders quickly pulled JCON up and delivered a toe kick to the stomach. He then set JCON up between his legs as the crowd rose to their feet. Spike lifted JCON up onto his shoulder and into the Gory Guerrero Special. Then, Spike snapped JCON over, caught him in mid-flip and sat down with a sit-out powerbomb!!
DREAMKILLER!!!
One...
Two...
Three!
The crowd erupted! Spike Saunders just denied Jonathan Conspiracy a right to compete for the jOlt Championship at Thieves' Honor, but now the scenario has changed. Spike Saunders will be the eight man in that match! Spike Saunders will now face Aran Thompson, Waymoth Turnbull, Craig Thomas, Grendel, Jimmy B. Martinez, Tyke, and the champion himself, Derecho, in just four short days on Pay-Per-View!
Jim Johnson remained at the top of the entrance ramp, applauding Saunders. Johnson was most definitely pleased and the crowd was still going nuts.
Spike Saunders was here and in four days, he could very well become champion!
Damien Lee was in his office, he was on the phone with a potential business partner when Jon Le Bon walked into the office. He plops down in the chair in front of Lee's desk. As Lee continues to talk on the phone, he shoots Lee a look as if to say "What the hell?". Le Bon grins and then presses the button, hanging up on Lee's call."Hello? HELLO!?" yelled Lee.
Lee slammed the phone down and stood up. He slammed his hands down on his desk.
"You had BETTER have a good explanation as to why you just hung up on a MAJOR corporation that was looking to sponsor Thieves' Honor next weekend." scowled Lee.
"Actually I do. I want to register a complaint against Shayne Anderson. He verbally AND physically abused me yesterday on The Hype. I didn't appreciate it one bit and if it's not settled, i could seek legal action against jOlt Wrestling."
Lee calmed down a bit and calmly sat back down.
"Okay.. I guess you do have a reason, but still, despite the situation here, you shouldn't just hang up other people's phone calls because now I have to call them back and explain the situation and HOPE that they are still interested in giving us a lot of money to run their product ads on our show next Sunday... but I will deal with that.. tell me what Shayne Anderson did, exactly." said Lee.
Le Bon heaved in some air and let out a sigh as he looked down at the floor. He interlaced his fingers and began to speak.
"I went into his office yesterday after he called me in.. and he scolded me for appearing on iNtense and having a match with Tyke. I tried to plead my case.. I really did, but then jumped over his desk, knocked me on the ground, grabbed me by the shirt and not only verbally threatened my job, but he also threatened physical harm to me!" said Le Bon.
Le Bon took a moment to try and collect himself before he continued.
"Is it wrong for superstars to try and get themselves noticed? I thought professional wrestling was supposed to be this business where only those who got over succeeded. I did everything I could to get noticed.. and... and... AND... I JUST DONT WANT IT TO BE LIKE THAT TIME AGAIN" said Le Bon.
"Excuse me? That time?" asked Lee
"It was the summer of 1987.. Montpelier, Vermont. I was sent away to camp. I learned many skills and the camp counselor was a sweet old man by the name of Father O'Shaunessy. He invited me into his cabin one day to talk to me.. just like Shayne Anderson did. When I got there he offered me cookies... Shayne didn't offer me any cookies though..."
Lee sat there with a perplexed look on his face as Le Bon continued.
"I didn't want any cookies... but Father O'Shaunessy said that if I don't eat them, the devil will torture my soul in the fiery pits of hell for all eternity... so... so I ate the cookies... and as I stood there, facing the table.. Father O'Shaunessy... he.. he... stuck it... OH GOD! I CAN'T SMELL ANYTHING OF LAVENDER WITHOUT THINKING OF IT!", screamed Le Bon.
"NO, I yelled. THAT DOESN'T BELONG THERE! THE FIERY PITS OF HELL ARE ALREADY IN MY TEENY TINY BUTTOCKS... but I was powerless.. just like I was powerless and at the Mercy of Shayne Anderson and WHY I ask... WHY!? All because I just wanted to be in Thieves' Honor.. so I could erase those painful memories by becoming the jOlt Champion.. and instead... all I'm left with is lavender soaked memories and the leftover taste of sugar cookies in my mouth."
Lee sat there, eyes and mouth wide open.
"That face.. that face right there was the face I was forced to make by Father O'Shaunessy as I was forced to eat his cookies." said Le Bon
Le Bon sat there.. Damien Lee sat there.. there was dead silence. Nobody knew what to sat at that point.
"Sssssooooo.... can I hav...." Le bon was cut off.
"GET......... OUT!" yelled Damien Lee.
"But... Shayne Anderson... Thieves' Honor... FATHER O'SHAUNESSY", yelled Le Bon.
"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!", yelled Lee.
Le Bon winked.
"I can tell my story moved you and you wish to reflect and make your decision. I KNEW I could count on you D! You're the best!"
Le Bon got up and walked out of the room. Damien Lee continued to sit there, still overcome with shock from what he just heard.
Derecho vs Aran Thompson
SO YOU WANNA BE A CHAMPION?!
The Arena of Champions booed as Aran Thompson walked out from behind the entrance curtain and looked around the Arena and shook his head. Aran adjusted the Relentless Championship he had strapped around his waisted and watched as fans gave him the thumbs down and booed him, one fan even had the nerve to offer him a high five. - fan had the wrong ninja -
"Aran is sans Laurie or Waymoth because Jim Johnson banned them from ring side, Nate." Buhrman said, reminding the casual fan and his broadcast colleague.
"It's just not right! He should be able to have his friend and his woman by his side when it's time to celebrate!" Nathan Powers said, trying to side with Aran for once.
Aran, now standing in the ring, unstrapped the Relentless Championship and looked at it for a second and handed it the help at ring side.
"You know what Derecho said about Aran and the Relentless Championship has to sting every time he looks at that thing." Buhrman continued.
Aran tried to shake off the tension as he hopped in his corner and stretched his body, effectively ignoring the fans in attendence.
"Charisma" by WASP
Aran stopped and slowly turned around and by the time he could react, Derecho was half way down the aisle at full charge and the jOlt Championship was just dropped in his dust. Aran tried to escape the ring but Derecho was in the ring and caught Aran and began pummeling him with a flurry of punches.
Aran gaurded himself as Derecho stood up and stopped on each of Aran's ankles and followed it up with a soccer ball kick to the side of the head as Aran tried to defend his ankles.
"Derecho is ready for war!" Buhrman announced.
Derecho pinned Aran almost instinctively and the referee counted.
ONE!
Kickout.
Derecho started slamming the back of Aran's head into the mat and combining it with elbow thrusts to the forehead.
"This is unnecessary!" Powers bellowed trying to verbally support Aran.
Derecho pulled Aran up to his feet and slapped Aran in the chest backing Aran up into the ropes before whipping Aran to the other side of the ring and following it up a clothesline but Aran ducked and leaped to the top rope!
"ACTION BEFORE CHAOS!" Power screamed.
DERECHO KICKED THE ROPES!
Aran's body slammed to the mat and Derecho quickly pulled Aran in and hooked his leg and cradle pinned him.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Derecho looked at the referee and told him it was three, Aran managed to roll out of the ring and held the back of his head in some serious pain.
Aran looked around for something, anything, but to no avail. Derecho rolled out the ring and hit Aran with a loud punch to the head and rolled Aran back into the ring. Aran was on his hands and knees trying to get up by the time Derecho was back in the ring and pulling Aran back to his feet.
SLAP!
Derecho slapped Aran across the chest and it echoed throughout the arena of champions and the fans loved it.
SLAP!
Aran backed up into a corner trying to protect his chest and Derecho stepped back as Aran pleaded with Derecho for a time out. Derecho shook his head at Aran and spit in Aran's direction.
"This is why you will never be anything other than Relentless Champion!" Derecho bellowed and the fans turned on him almost immediately.
MR RE-LENT-LESS! MR RE-LENT-LESS! MR RE-LENT-LESS!
Derecho looked around the Arena of Champions as they chanted for Aran for the first time tonight and let the crowd get into his head as he charged Aran.
"OOH!" Buhrman and Powers groaned at the same time.
Aran dodged Derecho running in at him and Derecho slammed his shoulder into the ring post. Aran fell to the mat on his butt and looked at Derecho slouched over the middle wrung of the turnbuckles and then to the Arena that were cheering for him and he quickly slid out of the ring and slapped Derecho across the face.
The crowd reacted to the slap and Aran climbed back into the ring and it was his turn to mount an offense but instead Aran decided to verbally attack Derecho.
"I'M GOING TO BEAT YOU!"
The crowd cheered.
"BY MYSELF! WITHOUT THESE PEOPLE! I DON'T NEED THEM!"
The crowd booed.
Aran slapped Derecho again, and again as Derecho tried to back away.
SLAP!
SLAP!
CROSSFACE
Derecho countered Aran continuously slapping him into a crossface and Aran screamed out in pain as Derecho managed to lock the hold in and the fans were going nuts for Derecho again.
"These people don't know what they want do they?!" Powers exclaimed.
The referee kept checking on Aran and asking him if he gave up but he refused and Derecho wrenched back even deeper.
"GIVE UP bEFORE YOU BREAK SOMETHING!" shouted Nathan Powers.
"Nate, this is the same man that used his teeth on the ropes to try and break a hold." Buhrman reminded him.
Aran shifted his body a little bit kicking toward the ropes and reaching out to the closest ones to his hand. Inch by inch Aran squirmed and Derecho locked the hold in deeper but Aran refused to tap, Aran's arm looked like it was out of socket and about to break.
ROPEBREAK!
Aran managed to get his foot on a rope as it looked like he passed out at the same exact time. The referee told Derecho to let go but he wouldn't.
ONE!
The refere began counting to five.
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Derecho released the hold and slowly stood on his feet and looked at Aran curiously almost as if to ask, "Why didn't you tap?". Derecho pushed the referee aside and went to stomp on the Aran's lifeless body.
ARAN WITH A SURPRISE ROLL UP PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!!
Aran rolled over on the mat and Derecho looked at him with utter surprise as the fans were now cheering for both men.
Derecho slowly lifted Aran to his feet and Aran swung at Derecho with a right jab. Derecho returned with one of his own. They traded blows and Aran stuttered backwards before attempting one last haymaker and Derecho ducked under and...
LEGENDS GET FORGOTTEN!
Derecho hit the half nelson suplex and hooked Aran's leg and the referee began to count as the fans counted with him
ONE!
TWO!
Lights Out.
The fans unanimously groaned as the lights went out and cameras flashed trying to capture what was going on in the ring if anything at all.
"Hells Bells" by AC/DC
The fans went berserk as they head the gongs and then the guitar play. The lights began to flash and you could see Derecho standing in the ring and Aran laying on the mat every time the lights in the Arena of Champions flashed and when the tempo of the song took over the lights stayed on.
"I-is that?" Buhrman questioned.
"Mace Williams!" Powers celebrated.
Mace Williams slowly walked down the entrance ramp with his eyes trained on Derecho.
"That's Aran's brother-in-law! He can't be out here! Johnson said...." Buhrman began but was interrupted by Powers.
"Johnson said that Waymoth was banned from ringside." Powers said as if he had been on the swerve the whole time.
Derecho walked over to the ropes and maniacally told Mace Williams to bring it. Mace stopped at ring side and initiated the world most intense staredown with the jOlt Champion as Derecho stepped back with his arms wide.
"ANY TIME YOU WANT, BOY!"
ICARUS SWITCH
Aran shocked everybody and slammed Derecho's neck into the mat with his variation of a crucifix driver and the referee counted.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Aran had just pinned Derecho in a match that was to determine who entered Thieves Honor first and who entered last.
Aran looked at Mace and told him to get the jOlt Championship that Derecho discarded earlier to get the advantage on Aran. Mace lifted the championship off the ground and looked at it for a moment before tossing it into the ring like it was just a rock.
Aran drapped jOlt Championship over Derecho's unconcious body and pointed at himself.
"Keep that warm for me!"
With that pinfall.. it was now determined that the jOlt Champion, Derecho, will enter Thieves' Honor at number one... and Aran Thompson will enter Thieves' Honor last at number eight with the biggest advantage! The crowd booed Aran and Mace, once Aran walked over and hugged his brother-in-law as the cameras cut off with Buhrman reacting to Aran getting the one up over Derecho.
