[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.
[MUSIC] "Spirit Inspiration" by Nothing's Carved in Stone
<[The rapid fire drum solo initiates the displaying of random sectioned off visuals of the following wrestlers in sequence; (Right Screen w/ Fade)...Grendel, raising his head with a menacing scowl...(Left Screen w/ Fade)...Jason Rau, with a side profile, staring intently at the fleeting image of Adam Lazarus...(Vertical Split Screen w/ Fade)...Eiji Kugasari(Left) is exchanging visual daggers with Jimmy B. Martinez(Right)...Fade...]
(Rolling Footage)...Gunnar Van Patton & Arkham power walking down the entrance ramp way...The tandem of Ryan Gallway & Frank Silver punishing Derrick Huber with a Double Team Neck Breaker ...Landon Stevens using a Springboard Shooting Star Press to flatten the tiro of Eiji Kugasari, Graham Youngblood & Jayshin Lee ...�The Heiress� Sarah Winterton making Daryn Thompson tap out to The Ermine Cape submission...Adam Lazarus igniting the masses by hitting Big Air on Jason Rau...The tandem of Mattock & Sanchez Cano saluting ...the trio of Duzza, Khadafi & Status Quo inaudibly basking in the waves of crowd heat during their descent down the entrance rampway...Waymoth Turnbull bouncing Anson LaRue with a violent Snap Belly to Belly Suplex...The House playing to the crowd from atop the adjacent turnbuckles...Tyke hitting the Tyke Shot on an airborne Cordova...�Superstar� Vince Jacobs hitting the Superstar Kick on a Mike Extreme...The Crimson Order slowly raising their heads in unison amidst the billowing overcast of smoke atop the entire entrance staging area...Craig Thomas leading Team EGO from the backstage area to get the jump on their opposition ...The Heirs of Wrestling, center ring, celebrating with the jOlt Tag Team Championships in their possession...The towering Spike Saunders destroying Jon Le Bon with the Dreamkiller finisher...Devestation Inc. members Conan the Leprechaun & Big Little Italy soaring through the ropes to deliver stereo Topes onto a pair of jobbers...High Flyer taking flight and plowing over a tandem of wrestlers with a OTR Corkscrew Plancha...Reno Davis , in an angled camera view, pointing at his intended target in a stoic fashion...Sweet. Sweet, Lovin� connecting with a Double Team Spinning Heel Kick/German Suplex combination & 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 before Camera One is transfixed onto the lead broadcast tandem of Donny Layne & Keith Kane.
The unsettled chatter of the jOlt universe started to quiet down, their attentions focused towards the sudden darkness. The night had just begun and things were already starting to peak their interests. We’re talking about being fresh off the heels of “Rise of the Legends”, so there were plenty of expectations for this show to meet and fulfill.It was just a few moments later that the awkward silence was finally broken;
Suddenly “Survival” by Mavado (featuring Akon) blared through the arena speakers, the fans coming to their feet in unison as the opening chords and Mavado’s bellowing echoed. Puffs of smoke and fireworks came up out of stage in unison with the track’s rumbling bass-line.
like a fire,
Show no sympathy, Oh no…
I’ll be way up on the mountain,
on the mountain,
When they come for me, Yea-yea,
Cause I’m a SURVIVOR! I’m a SURVIVOR!
The jOlt-vision came to life with images of a charging bull running towards the screen and it was at this point where every single fan in the jOlt arena let their voices be heard. If they didn’t know what was going on before, they knew exactly what it was now. As the smoke continued to engulf the stage area, and the red, yellow and green strobe lights pierced the fog, the hope within the fans began to grow to immense levels.
“There he is!” Nathan Lane screamed out in excitement, “Waymoth Turnbull is in the building ladies and gentleman! Listen to this crowd!”
Waymoth’s hulking silhouette could be seen as he slowly walked through the fog and dancing lights. The West Indian Obsidian pushed his way through it all and found a spot on the stage that allowed him to survey everything around him. Waymoth was in full street attire, open black leather jacket with a visible “#SaveTheKing” T-shirt, tattered blue jeans with various rips along the leg, and his favorite pair of tan steel-toes. However, there was part of his attire that stood out to the onlookers; a knee-brace on his right knee. Same one he was seen wearing just a few moment ago.
Still, Waymoth wasn’t going to let his new accessory drag this moment down. He looked around and saw his fans. His head nodded in approval at the reaction he was getting from the jOlt-crowd. It had been a long time, a very long time, since he received a reaction like that and it made him genuinely smile. That was also something he hadn’t been able to do in a long time as well.
Waymoth raised his right and pointed at the roaring fans, an action that only turned the volume up even louder. That finger went from the right side of the building, all the way to the left, and every single fan responded in kind.
Nathan Powers:“He’s eating this up, look at him, never seen the big guy act like this before!”
Michael Buhrman: “Well, I would be smiling too if I was able to make it back from an almost career ending injury like Waymoth suffered earlier this year! Not to mention making it worse when Aran forced him to return back to the ring way earlier than he was supposed to and jumping him with the rest of the Black Faction!”
Waymoth started to make his way towards the ring but as he did that, there was something notably wrong; he was limping.
Nathan Powers: “I don’t think Waymoth is at 100% just yet from what we’re seeing here…” Waymoth stopped and the fans became visibly confused. One patron could be seen asking his neighbor, “Why in the hell did he come back if his knee’s still messed up?” Waymoth looked at his leg, rubbing his knee, his long, graying dreads surely covering the look of disappointment that was upon his face. And that’s when he looked up.
On his face was a toothy grin.
Waymoth shook his head, and raised his right arm. In his arm was the very same knee brace. This action brought even more eruption, and tossing it into the ravenous crowd did nothing to bring calm to the storm. From that point, Waymoth bounced up and down on his leg before darting for the ring and sliding under the bottom rope to enter the squared circle.
Michael Buhrman: “Looks like he won’t need that thing anytime soon!”
Nathan Powers: “Waymoth seems to be back in tip-top shape! The crowd is absolutely deafening right now!”
Waymoth paced around the ring, still bathing in the praise and admiration, but you could tell that he had business to address. There were things that needed to spoken upon. He produced a microphone from his waistline and stood in the dead center of the ring. He waited for the crowd to simmer, even encouraged and motioned for them to do so.
“Ah’yo de soun’ like yuh need some more time.” Waymoth said with a smile, the crowd responding exactly as expected, “Buh’leh me tell you wha…leh me get wha ah have tuh say off’a meh chest fust. Leh me have de floor for just a lil’ bit cause ah gotta a lot tuh say but ah know I don’t have da much time to say it. Can we do da?”
“Ah guess….they ain’ expect meh to be stannin’ up inna dis ring…a’dis very moment. Ah gon’ be honest wit’cho, ah didn’t tink I would be eitha. An’least not tuh’day. Ah’least not from wha’ de people dem ah’yo call Doctah up here say. De tell me dat ah should’a been out for de rest of de yeah. Da even aftah ah come back, da mah knee wouldn’t even be fit enough to step foot back inna dis ring and do what it ta’is Ah love doing. Simply put; de tell me that ah was supposed to be done.”
Michael Buhrman: “I remember when we first got the diagnosis and how devastated he was.”
Waymoth paced about a bit before continuing, “Das de ting about we Turnbull pick’ney, we as stubborn as yuh see me here. There was nuh chance dat ah was about to let some yankee Doctah tell me ah can’t step back inna dis ring and rip off de head of anybody yuh puh in front ah’me!”
The fans cheered.
“And da brings me to de Black Faction…”
The aforementioned cheers instantaneously became a shower of hatred.
“See, ah went back home…back to de Virgin Islands an’ decided that dis was de best place for a man to rehab. He roots dem. An’ every single day Ah spent down dere, is push ah push myself. Harder than Ah ever had to inna me life. All because ah had one goal in mind…”
Lights Out
The crowd buzzed for a moment as nothing seemed to happen. Lighters and Cell phones tried to light the Arena of Champions enough to see what was going on but they just weren't powerful enough.
THUM
A loud noise over took the Arena of Champions as a spot light completely covered the clearly not one hundred percent; Waymoth Turnbull.
BELIEVERS!
" Believers" by ¡Mayday! began playing as the West Texas Terrorists came out and Mace Williams followed behind looking onward at the twins with a sense of pride. Since conforming to the will of The Black Faction they had proved to be a valuable asset and Mace had taken a mentor role to them.
The fans in attendence booed as the the Black Faction faithful strolled down to the center of the aisle way and stopped.
Lights Out
The Arena of Champions screamed in delight and disgust as they couldn't see what was going on once again.
THUM!
Another shroud of light enveloped the entirety of the fans in attendence and darkness cascaded the entrance ramp. Eli and Ezra Conway, The West Texas Terrorists, could be seen smiling at Waymoth Turnbull who even in his condition seemed ready for a fight.
SO YOU WANNA BE A CHAMPION?!
The Arena of Champions began flashing with red, gold and white strobes and the fans began booing once more as the jOlt Heavyweight Champion walked out from behind the entrance curtain with the jOlt Championship strapped around his waist. Laurie Williams, Aran's wife, stood behind her husband cradling his Relentless Championship. Aran reached behind himself and revealed that he had a microphone tucked back and the fans were not happy that the low life that calls himself Champion was about to talk, Waymoth was in agreement with the fans.
"Now now Waymoth, don't go walking around my Arena thinking that you've got some sort of redemption at foot. You aren't some martyred monster with a clear path to the champion. You're just the guy who took the chance to clear his name of debt, and when you failed to be reliant you were dealt with. You lost your matches, and you lost your chance to be apart of my future!"
Waymoth snarled at Aran and threw his microphone down and begged Aran to get into the ring, calling him every name in the book short of a racial slur. Aran seemed to take offense to the strong words that only he could seem to hear and began walking forward and unstrapped his championship.
"You want to do this now?! You fool! You're not even well enough to compete against Jon Le Bon!"
Mace Williams stopped Aran in his tracks and whispered something to Aran whose entire attitude quickly changed and he turned his attention back to Waymoth as the West Texas Terrorists began to circle the ring.
"Mace brings up a good point." Aran began.
"You are beneath me! You're beneath the entirety of The Black Faction! EVEN THE FANS ARE BETTER PEOPLE THAN YOU!"
The fans continued to boo Aran after his back handed comment.
"But I do know one person that no matter the level or stature of someone like you seems, he is always looking for a fight."
"WHO 'DAT BE?!" Waymoth bellowed loud enough that even the fans in the nose bleeds could hear him.
Aran smiled and pointed to the entrance ramp.
"Gallows" by Atreyu began playing and the fans and Waymoth watched as nobody came out.
CHOP BLOCK!
Landon Stevens slid into the ring and attacked the injured leg of Waymoth Turnbull who quickly fell and held his leg in pain, even the tough West Indian Obsidian couldn't hide that he is still hurting even if the injury wasn't as bad as everyone thought.
Landon stood over the downed Waymoth Turnbull and smiled before looking back at Aran for aproval.
Aran nodded his head toward Landon.
"He's all yours."
Jeremy Ryan vs Graham Youngblood
After an impactful debut by attacking Kayden Paulton on a stretcher followed by attacking him backstage again, the man that calls himself “jOlt’s Last Real Man” Jeremy Ryan was set to make his in-ring debut. The verbally abrasive Ryan had singled out Paulton, calling him weak and insulting his manhood in the process for being a fan-friendly individual. Tonight, he was set to square off with one of Paulton’s friends, the rookie Graham Youngblood.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!” announced Rodney Carrington.
“Riptide” by Sick Puppies.
“First, making his way to the ring from Boston Mass… weighing in at 225 pounds… GRAHAM YOUNGBLOOD!”
The lights began to flash in tune to the opening riffs in stages of red. After the words started to blast over the PA, the crowd cheered as Graham Youngblood made his way out from the back. The high flying young gun started rushing towards the ring to get ready for his bout. He entered the ring and stood ready for his debuting opponent.
“A Man” by Cypress Hill.
The lights simply dimmed to shades of gray and the tron displayed several rapid-fire clips of Jeremy Ryan in action from his time on the Hype making hell for Nate Quartermaine and Sebastian Saje, but also for the likes of Kayden Paulton. He stepped out from behind the curtain in a pair of crimson and black fighting trunks and black boots. A scowl was etched across his face as he looked at his opponent in the ring and shook his head with disgust.
“And his opponent, from Bangor, Maine… weighing in at 254 pounds… JOLT’S LAST REAL MAN… JEREMY RYAN!”
After he stopped halfway down the ring, he looked at the fired-up Youngblood and again shook his head. He had a microphone with him and from what the fans knew of him so far, he had no shortage of words.
“I thought I made it clear after I smashed Kayden Paulton up and down MY RING… that I wanted competition. I asked to be tested in my debut match. I asked for anybody to step up and prove me wrong that I’m not the only real man in jOlt… and once again, they fail to deliver.”
Graham raised an eyebrow, but remained cautious. Jeremy Ryan had showed in his previous appearances that he was a loose cannon ready to snap at any moment.
“You… Graham Youngblood? Or should I call you Trouble’s bitch?” That elicited some more jeers from the crowd. “This is what passes off for masculinity in jOlt… some kid whose hair looks like he was caught in the middle of a gangbang in a Skittles commercial. And judging from your won-loss record, you probably racked up a bunch of trophies as a kid just for participating, am I right, you little puke? I thought that Sylo took you under his wing at one point, kid? Didn’t he teach you how to fight and be a REAL man? Oh, wait, sorry, I said Sylo. I guess he taught you how to be a colossal disappointment!”
He dropped the microphone and the second he did, he was caught with a rapid fire series of rights from Graham who had heard enough from this asshole!
DING DING DING
It was time to see exactly what Jeremy Ryan could do on the big stage and that appeared to be “eating punches from an angry Bostonian.” The blows kept coming in the corner until the referee Simon Boulder ordered him to back off!
The crowd was firmly behind Youngblood who wasn’t going to take kindly to anything he had to say. He backed off for just a moment but when he turned around he ate a big knee to the chest from Ryan! All Man caught him in the stomach and Youngblood fell to a knee. Jeremy continued to pieface him and pushed him down to the mat after a good right hand.
“Told you you were a bitch…” Ryan spat.
He pushed him off to the ropes and took off to the opposite side so when the met mid-ring, Ryan bowled him right over with a nasty Shoulder Block. Ryan stood 6’1” but had a well-built frame built more for efficiency than definition. He wasn’t interested in pretty muscles – he wanted to get the job done.
When Graham stood up he clobbered him with a nice pair of rights under the chin. Jeremy returned fire with a big right cross that stunned him long enough to try a scoop. Youngblood slipped out the back and landed on his feet but before he could make a move, Jeremy landed a STIFF Back Thrust Kick to the stomach that brought him down to his knees.
“Huh. Familiar position for you.”
Graham was sucking in wind as he fell over after the unexpectedly stiff shot. Ryan had a whole bag of tricks nobody knew about and here was another one. He hooked one leg and THREW him nearly halfway across the ring with a vicious T-Bone Suplex! He slid over and went for the pin on Youngblood.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Graham got the shoulder up, but Jeremy Ryan wasn’t done with him by any stretch. He pulled him to his feet and actually POWERED him over his shoulder before running him down into the corner! A flurry of Shoulder Tackles in the corner rammed the air out of Youngblood’s lungs as Ryan continued his relentless assault. He was proving to be just that. He wasn’t taunting or stalling right now, he was in there getting the job done.
After Simon Boulder ordered him out of the corner, he’ll pick him up and went to the corner and powered up Youngblood. He charged at him and connected with a Spear-like move only for him to carry him over the shoulder and SPIKE him down into the canvas with a Spinebuster! The impact was rather gruesome but Ryan ignored the crowd’s reaction before he continued into a lateral press.
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO!
The fall was closer, but Youngblood still kicked out for the moment. He drilled him upside the head with a flurry of stiff, targeted Open-handed Slaps to the face and wouldn’t let up until Boulder ordered him to back off. After the strikes, Youngblood was left with a pair of welts on his face. When Simon started to chastise him again, Ryan yelled right back.
“STOP!” Ryan yelled. “This beating is helping this puss build character!”
Ryan went back on the attack again and chose a simple Pendulum Backbreaker on Graham, but chose to hold him in place with a submission attempt. He pressed down on the hold and continued to apply pressure to the back that he was working over as the beating continued.
“Tap out, you puss!” Ryan yelled over the booing.
“No!” Graham shouted back.
He continued to put the pressure on Youngblood until the rookie fought back and lifted a leg up, firing an errant knee into his head. After two more shots, Ryan was stunned enough to let go and backed against the ropes as Youngblood started rolling to his feet again.
When Graham tried to stand again, he was already cut off at the pass with another knee to the chest. He whipped Youngblood to the ropes and swung for a wild Clothesline only for him to duck…
THE SLAUGHTER!
Out of NOWHERE, Youngblood ran right through him with a Spear that he had taken from one of his trainers, Sylo! He was rammed and tackled to the ground before drilling down the right hands to the face of Ryan. Youngblood had heard enough talk from the man calling himself jOlt’s Last Real Man and took out his aggression the debuting grappler.
Ryan pushed him off and tried to stand on his own accord this time when Youngblood stood ready to strike. Already, Jeremy was up and running towards him when he was caught with a jumping double knee from Graham in the corner! Youngblood went to the second rope and when All-Man started to stand, he jumped off with a second rope Missile Dropkick to the face!
ONE!
TWO… NO!
Barely a two-count from Ryan, who seemed to be as tough as he believed himself to be. Graham stood up and slapped his knee as he went looking for his signature Shining Wizard….
BOOOOOOOOOO!
The crowd booed as he left the ring to buy himself some time from the rookie! Graham started to reach over the ropes and went for a Plancha when Jeremy Ryan moved again! Graham cursed under his breath and turned around but Ryan was already waiting and CHOP BLOCKED his leg out from under him! He collapsed on the ring apron and that seemed to be the end of it…
Or was it?
The crowd started to jeer Ryan as he laughed at the misfortune of Graham before he started to climb to the ropes. He picked Youngblood up and powered him up in the air on the ring apron…
BACK SUPLEX ON THE RING APRON!
The crowd winced in pain after him getting dropped hard on the ring apron! It seemed that he was a connoisseur of punishing moves and he used another big move! Graham arched his back in pain after being dropped on the hardest part of the ring! Ryan was using every bit of the ring as a weapon and kicked him back inside.
Ryan stood stationary and pulled Youngblood up to a seated position before he started to apply the first half of a submission he showed off in his attack on Kayden Paulton. He slapped on the Katahajime and turned him over into the Camel Clutch…
THE DEAD MAN!
A move that jOlt had never seen before! He was trapped in the hold now and continued to choke the life out of a dazed Youngblood. As much as he tried to fight, he was trapped and had no choice.
TAP TAP TAP!
He signified the tapout and Ryan dropped Youngblood to the canvas as the crowd continued jeering the man called jOlt’s Last Real Man.
Jeremy Ryan was dominant in his jOlt debut and had just scored an all-too important win. When he stood up, Simon Boulder tried to raise his hand when Ryan pulled it away from him. This victory was his and his alone and he wasn’t allowing anybody to do anything for him.
“Here is your winner of the match… JEREMY RYAN!”
The beast was on his feet now and stood up for the crowd to see how good he was. He had dominated a very game rookie in Graham Youngblood and won his debut match, proving that he may have been more than all talk. But speaking of talk…
Yep, a microphone for Jeremy Ryan. He took the mic quickly and lokoed down at Graham Youngblood.
“This message goes out to Kayden Paulton… KAYDEN! I hope that you’re watching this from your bed, probably in some dumb-ass Pokemon footie pajamas with some guy’s dick in your mouth. Well, pull out of the blowjob for three seconds and listen up, kid. You challenged me to a match. Well, because I am the ONLY REAL MAN LEFT IN JOLT… I accept your challenge. I back down from nobody, least of all some hyperactive little puke that thinks he can hang in a man’s world. Kayden, get some rest, say your vitamins and take your prayers or whatever you little goody-good queers do… You and me at Wired!”
He spiked the mic into the ground and climbed out of the ring without even looking back at the damage done to Graham Youngblood. After this display of violence, it was clear that Jeremy Ryan had no scruples doing what he needed to do in order to get the victory.
And that could only be bad news for Kayden Paulton.
The cameras shifted focus backstage with Donny Layne standing ready to have his next guest at ringside. The backstage interviewer smiled and nodded to the camera before he saw the little red light on the camera.“Ladies and gentlemen,” Donny started. “Tonight, we have two special guests with me tonight discussing recent events that have been going on with the Heirs of Wrestling. Please welcome the team of Trouble… Statuz Quo, Khadafi, Dallas Griffin, and their manager, Duzza.”
The smug appearance of Duzza sent the crowd into an angered series of boos as his two hitmen – the arrogant Statuz Quo, the cocky rookie Dallas Griffin, and the silent and violent Khadafi – appeared next to either side of Layne. Donny looked a might uncomfortable given his current situation but he was going to press on and do his job.
“Duzza, on iNtense, you warned The Heirs of Wrestling that you were targeting them and we’re going to take a look back to see how you guys made good on your word…”
The camera cut to the closing moments of The Heirs of Wrestlings rematch for the jOlt Tag Titles against the members of The House.
The fall was cut off by a double flying stomp to the head of Ryan Gallway! Gallway and his fancy footwork saved the match for his team and now left the big man in a very vulnerable position. When he tried to jump off the ropes, he came at Adam Roebuck looking for his signature Quasar Kick when Huber came into the ring and cut him off with a big double sledge to the chest!
“Midas” Mack Brody had stood by idly and looked like he was about to do something…
CRACK!
No! The crowd was booing again for the appearance of STATUS QUO, KHADAFI, AND DALLAS GRIFFIN! The Jury had promised to strike and they very much did so when Quo came out of nowhere with a lead pipe to the back of Brody’s knee! The Heirs’s friend had been taken out by a renegade three-on-one and they continued to stomp him on the outside!
Now it was backstage where Quo, Khadafi and Duzza all sharing a laugh over what happened. The Heirs of Wrestling weren’t know for being patron saints of kindness, but nobody deserved to have his knee busted up like happened to him.
“Hahahahaha, yeah,” Dallas laughed. “We fucked up Fabio’s bastard child good!”
Quo tapped Dallas on the shoulder. “You see what I did to him? See that knee go pop?”
Khadafi imitated the swinging of the very lead pipe that Quo used.
“Crack.”
Duzza shared in on the laugh.
“We did warn The Heirs that we were making examples and we’ve been doing so far. Cordova… Sweet Sweet Lovin… Graham Youngblood. It doesn’t matter who this place has stacked up against us… Trouble is back with a vengeance and my boys aren’t stopping there. The Heirs kept on ignoring us for a long time so we took the fight to them.”
“Yup,” Khadafi added. “Done. Fuck that big gold bitch.”
The members of Trouble continued laughing amongst themselves while Donny continued the line of questioning.
“But why send a message to The Heirs of Wrestling? Why has Trouble chosen to single out The Heirs of Wrestling lately?”
The scene needed a record scratch because the laughter immediately stopped. Duzza, Quo, Griffin and Khadafi all looked at Donny Layne like he was out of his mind. Duzza suddenly shifted with a knowing smile on his face as he pressedon.
“Donny… you of all people should figure out why we attacked The Heirs. Don’t they come out here every week and make you the butt of some joke when you interview them?”
“Well… they have been kind of rude, yes…”
“Then there’s your answer,” Duzza said. “But if you REALLY want the skinny, it’s like this… The Heirs of Wrestling have been stealing opportunities from other hard-working guys like us for a long time. A bunch of rich, spoiled, punk-ass bitches come in here thinking they’re God’s Gifts and that they’re hot shit. The way we see it, we did jOlt a favor by taking out Brody for a few weeks. We’re HEROES! My boys should have a parade in the streets celebrating our greatness… but what do we get? BOOED.”
True enough, more jeering from the crowd.
“This is BULLSHIT. You’re ALL a bunch of hypocrites! We took out Brody because they’ve been nothing but poison to this place, but just because they shake hands with those big fuckers, The House, they’re suddenly okay? But we do this place a public service and my crew is still vilified? No. That’s bullshit.”
Duzza continued.
“We’re not done. We’re not done by any stretch. There’s still two Heirs running around here. They’re wrestling Red and Ted tonight with a shot at the Tag Titles and once again, WE’RE left in the lurch with nothing left but us holding our dicks… that’s it. Tonight… we’re finishing the j…”
He didn’t get to finish the sentence because out of nowhere came Frank Silver TACKLING Duzza backstage with a Spear! The crowd was going nuts as they exploded! Duzza and the members of Trouble had been running their mouths for weeks and even if it was The Heirs of Wrestling, somebody was finally shutting them up!
Duzza, Quo, and Khadafi all tried to pull Frank off their leader as he was getting pummeled but before they could make too much of a move…
“FIRE IN THE HOLE, ASSHOLES!”
Ryan Gallway ran into the fray and sprayed them all with a fire extinguisher! The hired thugs of Duzza each got facefuls of foam for their trouble as… well, the group called Trouble started to scatter. Frank stood over Duzza and kicked him HARD in the ribs as the fans cheered! They weren’t necessarily convinced The Heirs were completely changed, but they were sticking up for their friend. Duzza tried to scramble as he looked up. Frank and Ryan quickly took off down the hall just as security started to flood the place.
“FUCKING BITCHES!” Quo shouted.
While Quo gave chase down the hallway, Dallas and Khadafi helped the hurt Duzza back to his feet. Trouble looked to make their names off TheHeirs, but one of wrestling’s most decorated tag teams weren’t going to stand by and let anybody get the best of them.
Reno Davis vs Bane Loneheart
The crowd was about to see some very impressive action here momentarily. The former Relentless and International Champion Reno Davis was making a return after two months on the shelf against a man that by all means… well, the schmuck needed a victory. After a series of matches against Tyke and a brutal loss to Mack Brody a few months ago, now Reno Davis was set to return to action here tonight. Could the former multi-time title holder get back to winning ways? Let’s find out!
Already inside the ring, Bane Loneheart was pumping his fists and rocking out to his theme, “Surfacing” by Slipknot. He had been on a several-month losing streak and was looking to finally end his slump. Despite his current circumstances in jOlt Wrestling, he looked cocky as ever and ready for a win. Here’s Rodney Carrington to do some intro-y shit. Enjoy.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Banekburg, Scotland, weighing in at 265 pounds… this is BANE LONEHEART!”
Bane raised the devil horns of rock and roll for all to see and the Floridians in the Arena of Champions gave him a negative response in return. He didn’t give two shits about that; he was looking for a big victory here tonight.
“And his opponent… making his return after a three-month hiatus… please welcome back to the ring… from Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada… weighing in at 178 pounds… RENO DAVIS!”
“13 Steps To Nowhere” by Pantera.
The music played and the lights began to swirl in shades of red and orange. The drums picked up and with the introduction of guitar riffs, the crowd gave a big ovation to the high flying technician from Canada! Reno Davis was back!
Reno Davis looked happy to see the response from the crowd as he had been one of the more loved personalities in jOlt. He was a man who seemingly didn’t care about his own well-being inside the ring or material possessions. He was something of a loner in the locker room, but he truly loved the sport and as long as the fans have a good time, that was what mattered at the end of the day. Reno was a decorated man in the annals of jOlt history, previously holding the now-defunct Relentless and International Championships. He was no stranger to success in jOlt and had himself a nice following any time he competed.
Reno ran full speed towards the ring and slid underneath the bottom rope before he did a front roll back to his feet. Referee Ian Nguyen was the man in the middle and watched as Reno raised his arms for the crowd. The flyweight waited and looked at his bigger opposition who shot a sneer back his way.
DING DING DING!
The crowd watched and cheered Reno Davis as he circled up with the bigger Bane Loneheart. The Arena of Champions even gave a nice welcome back for the man as he glanced out to the crowd.
“WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!”
The blue-eyed wonder smiled at the crowd before dedicating his full focus to Bane Loneheart… who came charging! Reno was one of jOlt’s fastest wrestlers and moved out of the way so Bane hit nothing but the corner! The Unwanted Angel turned around and fired of a quick flurry of kicks to the leg of the bigger man and finished it up with a Jump Spinning Kick to the face of Loneheart!
The former Relentless Champion smiled and posed for the crowd to a nice pop. Once Bane recovered from the series of kicks, he charged again but Davis quickly took him down with a nicely-executed Drop Toe Hold. Loneheart didn’t even have time to see what was going on when he bounced off the ropes and connected to the temple with a Single Leg Dropkick!
If there were any questions about Davis missing a beat from his time off, they seemed to have been answered – he was as quick as he ever was. He turned Bane over and hooked the far leg.
ONE!
Barely a one-count as a flustered Loneheart pushed Reno away. The former member of the power-hungry Backbone stable was seeing red right now as Davis continued to bring it. He grabbed Bane by the arm and delivered a flurry of kicks to the side again before he ran up the ropes. He sat on the top rope and bounced before hopping back and then coming back with a Headscissors takedown on the big man at the last moment!
Loneheart was sent flying to the outside where the bigger man was trying to get his bearings. Reno was taking in the applause from the crowd as he started to head to the top rope. He perched himself carefully before jumping off the top rope…
SPACEMAN PLANCHA!
Bane was being taken to task by his smaller and quicker opponent and Reno was already back on his feet, shaking hands with a couple of the fans in the front row.
“Thanks for the welcome, gents,” Reno said to a young fan in the audience.
The brawler from Scotland was starting to get back to his feet again and looked extra pissed. Reno was already on his feet without missing a beat and waited for Bane to get back to his feet again as he was poised to strike. He came running off the ropes and went for a running Punt Kick to the face but Bane blocked the shot by grabbing his foot and THROWING him backwards, making Reno eat a big faceplant on the ring apron!
“Got ye, fucker,” Bane snarled underneath his breath.
He grabbed Reno and put him back inside the ring before heading back in himself. When Reno tried to stand, Bane charged off the ropes and when he came back he BOWLED him over with a Running Back Elbow that sent Reno skittering across the canvas! Loneheart looked proud of his move and then went to the quick cover on the former multi-time title holder.
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO!
Reno shot his shoulder up so he grabbed him by the arm and powered him up to his feet. A knee to the gut was the prelude to a big Release Pumphandle Suplex that sent him FLYING across the ring! Now that Bane had the advantage, he was using his strength to full effect. However, instead of going for a cover, he only stood over Reno’s fallen body and planted a couple of boots into his chest.
“YEAH!” He screamed as the threw up the devil horns to one side of the arena.
Two more stomps to Reno.
“YEAH!” Bane yelled at another side of the arena.
Three more stomps to Reno.
“YEAH AHAHAHAHA!”
Bane was feeling extra arrogant somehow – perhaps because he felt he was in control of the former Relentless and International Champion. Perhaps he felt his losing streak was going to be broken. When Reno tried to stand he was kicked in the face with a good shot from Bane. He then grabbed Davis and DROVE him down with a violent Sitdown Gutwrench Powerbomb!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO!
A close one by Bane! He was close to getting the win, but needed to get back on the offensive. He quickly set him up at the side and was going for his finishing move – an Emerald Fusion that he called The Insurrection. To his chagrin, Reno was squirming and eventually slipped out the back. When Bane turned…
PELE KICK!
Out of nowhere, Reno came back with an extra-stiff Pele Kick to the face and the blow brought Bane down to a knee which allowed Reno Davis to buy himself some time to recover.
The Unwanted Angel watched as Bane backed off into the corner. When Davis charged, Bane tried to get a foot up in order to kick his adversary away only for Reno to grab the leg. The quick counter led to Davis putting Bane’s leg on the ropes before DROPKICKING the leg in the ropes!
Bane limped around now as the Unwanted Angel fired back with another series of kicks to the same leg. Reno brought him to his knees with a final Front Dropkick to the knee and that let Reno Davis go after his next move. He charged off the ropes and when he came back, he connected with a Hurricanrana DRIVER! The fans had never seen such a move before, but the innovative Davis connected!
Loneheart was now staring up at the ceiling lights on the canvas as Reno Davis pumped a fist for the crowd. He then sat Bane up and connected with a flurry of elbows before he grabbed the neck and applied a Last Chancery submission!
The hold was locked in tight and Bane had nowhere to go. After the Hurricanrana Driver into the canvas and his past flurry of offense, there was nothing for him to do…
TAP TAP TAP!
The crowd cheered! Reno Davis came out of the gates with a lightning-fast flurry and continued to attack the neck of Bane Loneheart until he slapped on his new submission hold and won the match!
“Here is your winner of the match… ”THE UNWANTED ANGEL” RENO DAVIS!”
The Unwanted Angel was back on his feet as Ian Nguyen raised his arm. A big smirk crossed the face of the veteran Canadian wrestler as he made his return to jOlt a successful one. Bane was still nursing his neck and looked to be out of it while Reno exited the ring where Dawn Cassidy was waiting.
“Reno, Reno… congratulations on your successful return to jOlt!” She said with a smile as Reno acknowledged the crowd support. “You have a big win in your return tonight and fans want to know… what’s next for you?”
Davis was wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead and took a second to really answer the question, but he was ready.
“Dawn, thank you for welcoming me back and thank you for giving me something nice to look at after having to glance at… well, that…”
The Unwanted Angel gestured to the ring. The crowd laughed as Bane still in the ring, down on the canvas and hurt after his match with Reno. The former Relentless Champion spoke.
“It’s been a couple of challenging months and I’ll be honest… I might have been insignificant for a while as others have risen to great success. The Hype is stronger than ever and even as we speak, there’s a crop of talent waiting to knock down those doors and get a piece of that success for themselves.”
Reno continued to wave his hands in an all-encompassing fashion to make his point.
“I missed all this… but I’m going to tell you what… like Bane over there… I’m one of the few true-blue ORIGINALS that this place has left. I’ve had my share of success here, but for those that know me; I have NEVER been a man to rest on my laurels. Being an original of this place means that I’m held to a higher standard and that I cannot just fall back and do nothing. Day by day, there are people just as hungry as I am coming to this ring and showing these fans the best time of their lives night and night out… And I have something to prove. I want to get back to the level I was at when I defended the jOlt Relentless Championship proudly… you know, the good times before Aran Thompson soiled it.”
The crowd booed the mention of the current champion.
“I’m back for good this time and I will NOT let anything stand in my way. I have no issues with starting from the bottom and working my way back to the top… back to where I was before and going even farther than that… I proved to the world that I was once Relentless and believe me, I still am. But I will prove to this roster and these fans… that Reno Davis’ best days are yet to come!”
“Thank you, Reno, and good luck!” Dawn said.
Reno shook her hand and walked back up the ramp. The once-successful high flying technician of jOlt was back and looked as good as he ever did. This could be the start of something big for The Unwanted Angel.
On Intense, a routine interview by the new Tag Team Champions The House and Starlets Champion Charlotte was interrupted by one of the stagehands coming out to give them invitations to a party on Warriors. It was crowned as a celebration for the new Tag Team Champions in victory and was signed by a pair of men who still had a vested interest in The House… Alexander Redding and Teddy Jacobs, the team of Red and Ted.While The House had defeated their long-time rivals in The Heirs of Wrestling in order to keep the belts, the third team in that triple threat ladder match Red and Ted showed no signs of being done with the new champions. They had the belts and Redding and Jacobs wanted them.
Inside the ring, the show had come back from commercial and several nondescript ring crew members appeared to be putting the finishing touches on what appeared to be a celebration of some sort; a complete Las Vegas-themed party. A poker table was placed in the middle of the ring with several playing cards, poker chips, and what looked like a dozen six packs. Red and black balloons were hanging off big platforms above the ring to give things a more festive look and red trim was all over the ring ropes. Outside the ring, a troupe of lovely ladies were here … and they had facial hair …
“What in the hell is going on?” asked PBP Commentator Michael Buhrman. “We see what appears to be a Las Vegas-style party here in the ring. And are those cross-dressers? We saw on Intense that The House and Charlotte were given those party invitations by Red and Ted. These guys are poking the bears.”
“Yeah,” Nathan Powers replied. “And those may be cross-dressers at ringside with us. This is not my kind of party… but I do support Red and Ted as our new champions! We need new blood in this tag team division and these guys deserve the gold!”
Brad Arnold was standing in the middle of the celebration with a card that was handed to him by another of the nondescript employees. He poked a finger at the card and ordered Arnold to read. With a sigh he read the contents of the card.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if you would please stand up, show your love, appreciation for the 1989-2013 Las Vegas Buffet Buster Champions and your designated beltwarmers for Red and Ted … they are the jOlt Tag Team Champions Derrick “Odds Are Against Me” Huber, Adam “Fat Fuck” Roebuck and Charlotte… “Whatever. This introduction written by Grady Patrick, Alexander Redding and Teddy Jacobs.”
The entire entrance staging area and ceiling overhead were set alight with a barrage of casino theme lighting, igniting a massive pop from the crowd. The jOltvision screens danced with the running footage of a set of hands, performing card tricks before casting a handful of cards toward the screen. The cards led to the unified wrestling exploits of the promotion’s respectable agile and mobile super heavyweight tandem before the Nevada bred jOlt Tag Team Champions appeared from the backstage area. They were wearing some BRAND NEW merchandise in the form of two big brutes smashing the competition with “DON’T BET ON IT” in red and black lettering.
Charlotte and Derrick both looked bemused at the celebration in question. Derrick had a look on his face that he would play along. Adam Roebuck didn’t share any of his partner’s sentiment and the big monster charged toward the ring. Roebuck climbed over the ropes and charged right at Brad Arnold.
“Where are they?! Where?!” Roebuck snarled.
Arnold left the ring as Derrick Huber and Charlotte did their best to try and calm down their big friend. The Las Vegas Leviathan stomped around like an animal and was about to knock over the poker table when Derrick stopped him.
“Wait, wait, wait…”
He took one of the six-packs of Red’s Amber Ale and cracked one open for he and Charlotte. Roebuck grunted before he took one of the beers off the table. Huber was handed a microphone by Brad Arnold. Both men had their belts and they were very ready for a fight tonight.
“Okay, go ahead.”
Roebuck then nodded and then kicked the table over to the delight of the crowd, sending poker chips flying everywhere. The scared Las Vegas … ahem … show girls (?) were scared of the monsters in the ring.
“So on Intense, Big Bucks and I were minding our own business! We were having a good time. You guys right here in Orlando fucking Florida were having a good time!”
It was a pop so cheap that Mick Foley would be proud of The Oddsmaker. The Tag Team Champion continued.
“We wanted to celebrate the fact that we’d finally gotten back the belts stolen from us all those months ago and then what happened? Well, a couple of pricks by the name of Red and Ted tried to spoon together this shit to rain on our parade!”
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
“Roebuck had to kick over a really nice poker table because he’s pissed off now! And there’s a bunch of beer that’s on the ground now! Now we’ve already got a tag team title match tonight against a pair of hard-working guys from the Hype called Cross The Hood so our technical dance card is full. However …”
Derrick laid down his belt on the ground as a way to draw a line down for Red and Ted. He was ready for a fight.
“In Adam and I’s thirteen-year careers as a team, we have never shied away from a fight and there ain’t any rules telling us that we can’t fight. So if you funny little pricks want to come out here and grab a shot at our belts … you can come on down and take them from us!”
As if that was the cue, the lights in the arena of champions cut out as Hail the Villain's thrashing guitar and drum line came alive. "My Reward" was met with a gruff laugh out of the Las Vegas Leviathan. The trio left in the ring, and a few of the dancers familiar with certain movies produced by Moneyshot Inc were eager to see the man daring enough to piss on the leg of these giants.
First, peaking through the curtain, walked Theodore Denis Jacobs decked from head to toe in stripes of black, gold and white. Checkered trucker cap, digital camo tee and pin stripped shorts. He lifted his arms to point back to the curtain and Alexander Lyon Redding, simple black hoodie and his 'Joker Grin' MMA pants. His first motion was to cut the music.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Red began, "how about another hand for your jOlt tag team champions?" The tone he took was as obviously sarcastic as the slow clap Ted started.
"How about you f..." Derrick Huber got out before his mic got cut..
"Can't have that language, now can we?" Teddy Jacobs antagonized.
"I thought this was meant to be family friendly programming, too, Ted." Redding chimed.
"I hope you know we went through a lot of work to put together a bitching party befit of the two most un-athletic slobs to crawl out of the Nevada desert. It wasn't that easy to find a set of Vegas Dancers that had the balls that you two clearly don't." Teddy Jacobs we riling up our champs and doing a damn good job of it.
Adam Roebuck was ready to climb out of the ring and down the throats of the duo at the top of the ramp, but was held back when Red raised the mic to his lips.
"Hold on, slugger. Time for kicking your asses is later. This is your party, and I will be damned if we embarrass you," slithered out. "But there was just one other thing that I know I am forgetting; help me out Ted."
"The three things they need to know about carrying those titles," Teddy quickly blurted.
"Right, how could I forget? Three VERY important things that you two need to know," Red stopped to clear his throat. "The first of which is: jOlt would kindly ask you, as transitional champions to refrain from going through the bother of having those belts resized so that they might make it around your... I want to say waist, but that doesn't sound right."
"The section between their fat asses and their man-boobs?"
"Perfect. That. I mean, come on; Charlotte's are clearly fake... and yet... they still ain't as big as your's. But she has a bigger dick, so I guess that evens out the relationship."
"Rule numero dos," Teddy teed it up.
"Be very proud of what you have accomplished and the fame that will come with it. I mean, one day The House will be a trivia answer to the question: what team did Red & Ted beat to start the longest title run of any champion in the modern era of professional wrestling?"
Rule number three had to be rushed as everyone in that ring was starting to look... homicidal.
"And number three... Why don't you take this one, Teddy?”
"I would be honored to. Number three! Have fun. Enjoy yourselves."
Now Huber's voice could be heard throughout the first bowl of the arena, calling Red & Ted into the ring.
“You want these belts, come in her and take them from us, you little cunts!” Huber shouted.
Teddy Jacobs had started a slow walk down the ramp when Roebuck had grabbed hold of the tipped table. With a great heave he chucked the felt covered plywood just a few feet short of Jacobs, making him jump as the crowd started to cheer. The House were in action later, but it looked like there was about to be a fight now.
“Hubby, get ‘em!” Charlotte pointed.
As The House was set to charge, fireworks in the rafters distracted them. Quickly behind was a giant banner unfurling. It read in big, bold letters, "Enjoy it while it lasts."
The distraction was just enough for Red & Ted to get back very deep on the stage, happy with the reaction they got. Their party was a success. Redding and Jacobs disappeared behind the curtain as their music played their exit. Huber, Roebuck and Charlotte each shared irritated glances. Red and Ted lived to annoy the masses with their antics and they had pulled the punk card of the tag team champions. Would this be a wise decision for the young tag team?
Not if The House had anything to say about it.
“WHERE DEM BE?!” Waymoth huffed about the backstage area like a man with a mission. Just moments earlier, the Black Faction looked to finish the job they started weeks ago but it was evident that like his namesake, Waymoth Turnbull would prove to be stubborn of an opposition.
“Meh nah fi’ play wit nah muddaskunt here today! Somebody gon’ tell me where dem a’is!”
As he crashed about, kicking many a door in and tossing the same amount in trash cans around, it was evident that Waymoth was in search for something.
Or maybe someone. Plural.
The noise he made and ruckus he was causing was enough to draw the attention from the passerby’s that worked the locker room area. Some of them were showing signs of disgust and annoyance, knowing that once this Monster was finished with his rampage; somebody would have to clean it up. “Waymoth, can I get a word? I have some news for you.” cried out resident interviewer Donny Layne. The man always had the knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time and this just happened to be one of those moments. Waymoth didn’t look to be in the mood for talking. Waymoth pushed his way passed the camera-jockey but before he could get too far Donny called out once more.
“And personally, I think it’s going to be something you’d be interesting in hearing!”
Waymoth paused at that moment, the cameraman focusing on the angered, bloodshot eyes of the West Indian Obsidian.
“Unna’stan some’tin Don, unless wha’ come out yuh mout’ is de location of eitha Landon or Aran, we ain’ gon’ have much for us to talk’ bout,” the Virgin Island’s Prodigal Son snarled, still not looking Donny in the eyes.
Donny cleared his throat before continuing, “Well, from what I’ve just been told moments ago…you may get exactly what you’re looking for. You were booked in a match for later on tonight against two members of the Black Faction…the West Texas Terrorists! So, it’s quite possible that Landon or Aran, or even both, may accompany their fellow Faction members to the ring tonight.”
That’s exactly what Waymoth wanted to hear, even if the cards were stacked a lot higher in the favor of the Black Faction.
“So dey t’ink that because dey t’row me inna Handicap Match that meh supposed to tuck meh tale between me leg dem and scattah?” Waymoth chuckled to himself at the thought, but it wasn’t exactly the reaction that Donny expected at all. Any normal person with those kind of odds would be at wit’s end trying to figure out a plan of action…not laughing.
Sensing Donny’s concern, Waymoth left him with just a few words, “Don’t worry my boy, ah gon’ have some’tin for dey rass!”
With that Waymoth took off, heading off-camera and in the direction of the parking lot. Donny threw the scene back to the boys at ringside, but not before solidifying his puzzlement.
“What exactly does he mean by that?”
The Heirs of Wrestling vs Red & Ted
The crowd was getting ready for the next match and what was coming up next was The Heirs of Wrestling taking on Red and Ted. The Heirs of Wrestling have been in something of a slump ever since losing not only the jOlt Tag Team Titles, but the rematch from Monday. The winning team in tonight’s match would pick up the #1 contendership slot to face The House in two weeks at jOlt’s Wired iPPV.
Last time the two teams met on iNtense 83, The Heirs defeated Red and Ted to retain the gold they last held – their last victory as a team in that fact. But now Red and Ted were looking to get at The House and The Heirs wanted another shot while dealing with Trouble. Could Red and Ted take care of things or would The Heirs break the slump? Brad Arnold was at ringside.
“The following tag team contest is a #1 Contender’s match scheduled for one fall! The winning team will compete for the jOlt Tag Team Titles at Wired!”
“My Reward” by Hail the Villian.
The crowd jeered and the fans started to shower the troublemaking trio with a big negative reaction. One by one the men that comprised the tag team tandem of Red and Ted made their way out. Grady Patrick was out first with his cane and tipped it for the audience. Behind him was the lecherous party animal Teddy Jacobs and bringing up the rear was the arrogant and joker-like grin of Alexander Redding.
“Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 472 pounds… they are accompanied by Grady Patrick… the team of Alexander Redding and Teddy Jacobs… RED AND TED!”
The two men entered the ring and were ready for action.
“Money” by D/R Period.
Lights began to flash rapid pulses of green as the anthem of all things cash started to play. Two figures were hidden in the shadows and stood with their backs to the fans. There were no light up jackets tonight. The Heirs came out meaning business and got a respectable cheer from the fans. Their friend, Mack Brody, had his knee clipped and now the Heirs had to put that behind them for one night if they wanted their belts back. They got a measure of revenge on Trouble earlier in the night by attacking Duzza and blasting Quo, Khadafi, and Dallas with fire extinguishers.
“And their opponents, heading to the ring at a combined weight of 447 pounds… they are Frank Silver and Ryan Gallway… THE HEIRS OF WRESTLING!”
The Heirs of Wrestling were still incensed from their attack on Trouble so they bumrushed the ring came right at Redding and Jacobs as the bell rang!
DING DING DING!
On one side of the ring, Silver went right at Jacobs and Ryan Gallway went after Redding on the other side of the ring! Gallway chipped away at the taller Redding with leg kicks while Teddy Jacobs was getting a barrage of right hands from The Baron of Ballistics. They each rushed to one side of the ring…
STINGER SPLASH FROM SILVER TO JACOBS!
RUNNING DROPKICK FROM GALLWAY TO REDDING!
Grady Patrick winced and slammed a hand down on the ring apron as both men collapsed and rolled to the outside. Silver and Gallway stomped around the mat and they were all fired up now. They wanted the chance to get themselves one more shot at their rivals, The House, and keep Red and Ted out.
Redding called a time out and got he, Teddy, and Grady over to the corner for a little strategy. After a brief respite on the outside (not to mention Ian Nguyen’s threats of a countout for his team), Jacobs would step up to the plate against the legal Silver. The two bigger men for each team met up in the center of the ring now and took their chance to lock up.
Frank locked him up in a headlock when Teddy Jacobs headed to the ropes. He launched him off the ropes and pushed him away before trying a tie-up when the bigger Baron of Ballistics knocked him down with a Shoulder Block. As he went down, Silver yelled at Jacobs.
“THOSE BELTS BELONG TO US, BITCH!”
He tried a quick elbow drop when Teddy moved, sending Frank to hit nothing but mat! The Bishop of Bringin’ The Pain fell to his side and rubbed his elbow while Jacobs ran to the ropes this time around. He took down Frank with a Shoulder Block and now took his time to play up for the crowd by raising his fists in the air. He may have proceeded to wave them like we just don’t care, but more on that story in the jOlt iNtense after-show.
Jacobs forced Silver upward and buried a quick jab into his face. He stunned him with one so he fired back two or three more just to keep Frank on the ropes. He mouthed some more trash talk to Frank Silver before he ran off the ropes when he was caught out of nowhere…
OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!
He BLASTED Teddy Jacobs with the Rebound Lariat and nearly flipped him inside out from the impact! Frank flipped the crook of his right elbow with his left hand at Redding and Patrick in their corner before he turned over to go for the win on Jacobs!
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO!
He shot his shoulder up off the canvas which only made him angrier. He tagged over to Ryan Gallway and the two men started some classic double-teaming. Silver grabbed the waist of Teddy Jacobs and hoisted him up off the canvas with impressive strength before he dropped him with the Deadlift Gutwrench Suplex. Ryan followed suit with an impactful Senton Atomico!
The Prince of Precision was in the ring now and started some more preening to the fans as he strutted around the ring.
“It don’t matter if you like or hate us, you KNOW that was fucking awesome!”
He followed up his trash talk and they were getting some cheers from the crowd, though small smatterings of boos could be heard for the arrogant tag team. Ryan crawled over with another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO!
Jacobs kicked out at two! Gallway grabbed Teddy by the face and peppered him with a series of hard Kawada-like kicks to the head to disorient the bigger man before he quickly tagged Frank Silver again. The jOlt Tag Team Champions jumped into action and double-whipped him cross corner. Gallway followed first with a hard Corner Elbow Smash to the jaw. Frank followed right behind him with a STIFF Running European Uppercut! The Ted half of Red and Ted slumped to his knees when Frank pushed him down to the mat. He rolled Jacobs over and went into a lateral press.
ONE!
TWO… BROKEN BY REDDING!
Red saved their chance to win #1 contendership with a boot to the back of his head. Silver winced and grabbed his head in pain while Teddy Jacobs checked his jaw to make sure things still work. His mouth was the second-most important thing on his person to please the ladies… the first being his actual… well, you know. Person.
Jacobs took the time to try and get away from Frank when he stood up again. He grabbed Teddy by the neck only for him to slap his hand away and fire a couple of jabs to the face. Jacobs continued to fight back and went to the ropes only to get stopped with a Kitchen Sink knee from Silver.
The Baron of Ballistics raised his pinky and the crowd started showering more hatred on him. That dumb-fucking-smug-stupid-assed royal pinky that told the crowd his Ye Olde Royale Elbow was coming up next. He headed to the second rope when Redding tried to run at Frank to stop him. Silver fought him off and pushed him away but the distraction was enough for Jacobs to catch him with a hard Haymaker to the gut! With Silver on the second rope stunned, Jacobs grabbed him by the head and took him down with a FORCEFUL Rope Hung Swinging Neckbreaker!
“Stay on him! Bring that gold home to daddy!” Grady shouted.
Ryan Gallway was not happy with the turn of events and each watched, stone-faced as Silver was pulled up to his feet. Teddy Jacobs held Frank in a Full Nelson position and allowed Redding to tag in so he could bury a few good shots into his chest. He completed the combination by lifting Silver up and dropping him hard with a Full Nelson Slam.
A confident Redding now stood over Silver and slapped the back of his head repeated while he was down.
“Where’s all that shit-talk now, KID?”
It was being choked down by anger and a knee being pressed into his neck against the ropes now. Redding was taking his time making Frank suffer and soon the jOlt Tag Titles would be around their waists if they could keep this up.
He pulled Frank up by his hair when Silver caught him with a fist to the gut. When one-third of the Tag Team Champions tried to stand Redding blasted him with a knee to the temple that rattled Silver. When he was up, Redding took off to the ropes…
GRADY SPECIAL II!
The move taught to him by his manager, Grady Patrick, was a vicious Running STO! Alexander Redding went to the cover now and hooked the far leg of Silver for good measure. He could afford no mistakes.
ONE
TWO!
THREHELLTOTHENO!
Silver’s shoulder fired off the mat while Ryan and Mack breathed a collective sigh of relief. Alexander wasn’t pleased and opted to put the boots to Silver while he was down before he extended his own royal pinky just to be a dick… YE OLDE ROYALE ELBOWE!
Ohhhhhh, low blow! Using Frank’s own antagonizing signature move against him!
Redding casually relaxed in the corner and Teddy mimicked wiping the dirt off his shoulder like he was married to Beyonce. He then reached over and tagged into Jacobs. The two men powered him up and Teddy kicked him in the chest before he fell to his knees again, doubled over in pain.
Red and Ted were now in full control as Teddy Jacobs forced Silver up again by the neck before rolling him over into a Snapmare and followed right into a Sleeper Hold! He had that submission clamped in tight when a weary Silver tried to get back to his knees quickly to avoid the damage the submission could ultimately do to him. Ian Nguyen was there to ask him if he wanted to tap.
“Frank, do you give?”
“Go… fuck yourself…”
Jacobs tried his best to contain him with the hold when Silver started to slowly crawl back to his feet. He let go of the hold long enough to fire off a succession of Clubbing Forearms to the chest of The Baron of Ballistics to wear him down some more. He kicked him by the side and tried to set him up for a Pumphandle Slam only for Frank to elbow his way out. With a chance to fire back an attack he charged but he didn’t expect Teddy to catch him…
ON THE ROCKS!
A vicious Rolling Cutter put Silver on the mat and drove him back down quickly. Jacobs had a big grin on his face as he rolled over and shot the half. Grady and Alex bit their collective lips with anticipation.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… KICK OUT!
Another big move from the team of Red and Ted was that close to bringing them a tag title shot only for him to kick out. Gallway wanted him some and begged them for a fight so Teddy ran over and knocked him off the apron with a cheap shot! The Heirs weren’t faring too well having their own tricks working against them. Jacobs jumped on Frank’s chest and rained down the punches for as long as referee Ian Nguyen would allow it to happen.
Ryan jumped into the ring and tried to attack both men when Ian cut him off at the pass and forced him back into the corner. The distraction allowed for Red and Ted for some more collective stomping of the jOlt Tag Team Champion in the corner! The boots continued to rain down until Ian turned around. Teddy and Alexander each took Silver by a hand and double-whipped him into their corner. Redding whipped Jacobs into a Back Elbow in the corner and then he whipped Silver into a Rolling Heel Kick from Red!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…. AND THE SAVE BY GALLWAY!
Gallway saved the tag titles for his team and quickly rolled to his corner when the referee threatened a disqualification. In a tiff, Gallway angrily backed into the corner while Red and Ted continued to enforce their advantage on Silver. They set him up for another double-team when Redding kicked him in the gut. He hooked him by the arm and went for the Pepsi Twist that he called the MEH! SHADDUPP!
Frank ducked the oncoming Lariat and then hooked him by the arm…
BREAK YOUR DAMN BACKBREAKER!
An impactful Half-Nelson Backbreaker turned the tides and now both men were down in the center of the ring with nowhere else to go! Redding cradled his back on the canvas from the deadly move and tried to roll over to his corner to get back to a ready and able Teddy Jacobs. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring Gallway was waiting with an outstretched hand and hoping for the tag. The fans were actually starting to get behind the match and let out some cheers.
Tag to Jacobs!
He got into the ring first and grabbed Silver by a leg to drag him back over to the corner. The Margrave Digger rolled around and kicked himself free with his other leg sending Jacobs back into the corner. He finally had his chanced…
TAG MADE TO GALLWAY!
The Prince of Precision jumped into the ring and started to run right at Teddy Jacobs in the corner before FLOORING him with a Running Dropkick to the face! Teddy was now drooping over in the corner while Redding tried to cut him off by stopping his momentum early.
Ryan Elbow Smashed his face in several times before trying to whip the larger Redding. He reversed that and thought that would take care of the smaller Tag Team Champion when he came back…
PRECISION POINT!
The Headscissors into the Single Arm DDT dropped him like a bad habit! The Intergalactic Space Cowboy rolled up to his feet when he caught Teddy Jacobs with a Dropkick sending the bigger man to the outside! With him disposed of, a frantic Gallway ran off the ropes before he exploded…
TOPE CON HILO THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE!
He CRUSHED Jacobs against the guardrail with the impact of the big dive and the crowd actually cheered Ryan Gallway for the first time in what seemed to be… well, again, ever. They were career dickheads, after all. Mack Brody was clapping for his friend as jOlt’s Pinball Wizard grabbed Teddy Jacobs and exerted effort to get him back inside the ring.
Gallway actually seemed to be thriving off the cheers of the fans in the moment just showing off his quick offense as he ascended the top turnbuckle. He waited as Teddy tried to get back up…
FALLING COMET CRASH!
The Diving Double Knee Strike found its mark! Jacobs was down and now The Prince of Precision was close to keeping the belts for his team as Gallway sat on his chest and hooked the leg for dear life to try and get the win.
ONE!
TWO!
SAVED BY REDDING!
It was finally broken up by Redding by showing Gallway off his tag team partner! The action was getting frantic quickly and the upped tempo had the crowd cheering the action going on inside.
“Get out of my face, you fagbasket!” Gallway shouted as he frantically kicked Redding away long enough to try and finish off Jacobs. He picked Teddy up by the body and went for another big high flying move, but when he tried for the Hurricanrana, Teddy caught him…
POWERBOMB! INTO A BRIDGE!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
But Teddy wasn’t done! He actually POWERED Ryan Gallway off the canvas. He turned him around as Redding clobbered him from behind. He set him up in the air…
THE WET DREAM!
The Electric Chair Dropoff into the Codebreaker caught Gallway! Teddy dropped him down and rolled him over for the cover.
ONE!
Frank came to make the save.
TWO!
…But Statuz Quo jumped from the crowd and held the legs of Frank Silver beyond the referee’s sight!
THREE!
Teddy Jacobs rolled off the body of Ryan Gallway as he and Alexander Redding both jumped to their feet and jumped for joy! They had defeated The Heirs of Wrestling, scored a huge win, and now their ticket was punched for a Tag Title match at Wired!
“Here are your winners of the match… they are the team of Alexander Redding and Teddy Jacobs… RED AND TED!”
Grady Patrick joined the celebration and the three men celebrated in the ring after knocking off the Heirs! On the outside now, Frank was trying to fight off Quo, but whe he turned around he was caught with a BIG Just Business slam from Dallas Griffin on the floor! Silver was down in front of the ring after the thunderous slam. Duzza was nowhere to be found after Frank jumped him in the back, but now Khadafi, Quo, and Dallas Griffin were attacking him. Gallway was down and Red and Ted walked right by the mess of Trouble to celebrate their victory.
The new #1 contenders disappeared from sight, leaving Silver and Gallway laid out at ringside. The members of Trouble stood over the Heirs and raised their hands in triumph over another successful beatdown of The Heirs of Wrestling. First, they had taken out Mack Brody with a lead pipe on iNtense and now they had sent a painful message to Silver and Gallway after their own attack on Duzza.
Messing with Trouble was proving to be just that for The Heirs…
Trouble.
It was Reno Davis’ first night back on the active roster in a couple of months and now he was back and looking better than he ever did. The young Canadian had a good shower after his victory over Bane Loneheart and decided to hit up catering. Good time as any to get your grub on.He had himself a plate with about two or three turkey and cheese sandwiches piling up on his plate. Reno scanned over the fixings of various finger foods and bigger helpings of pizza, chicken, and others. He was about to take a slice of pizza when he suddenly had a change of heart.
“Nah, better not,” Reno said, looking at one of the young pretty stagehands. “Watching my girlish figure after all.”
“Hey… not a bad figure, though,” she snickered.
The cute girl snickered at his lame joke, but patted him on the shoulder before she turned to lay out a new helping of finger sandwiches on one of the tables. Reno continued to mind his business when another young person who had scored a big victory earlier tonight hit up the tables.
Jeremy Ryan had beaten Graham Youngblood not that long ago and had the same idea as Reno Davis. Reno took notice of the man calling himself jOlt’s Last Real Man as he grabbed a plate and started grabbing food by the handful, regardless of anybody around him. The same cute blonde that Reno charmed looked at Jeremy and he came back with a wink.
“Hey, sugartits…” Ryan shouted as he jerked a thumb at an empty able where the chicken would normally be. “Food. Now.”
She shook her head and rushed off to go grab another tray while The Unwanted Angel shook his head to at Jeremy’s brazenness.
“Oh… to have that bravado…” he said to himself.
Davis’ comment didn’t go unnoticed and Ryan perked his head up in Reno’s direction.
“Who the fuck are you?” Jeremy shouted.
“Reno. Reno Davis. Kind of getting my waterwings here tonight, again,” Reno said doing his best to gloss over Ryan’s comment. He wasn’t here to start shit tonight. “You’re that Jeremy Ryan guy, right? The one from The Hype?”
“Nope,” Jeremy deadpanned as he kept snatching up big helpings. “Name’s Ura… Ura Fag.”
Reno only let out a soft chuckle. “Cute.”
“I thought so.” Ryan snarked. “You know who I am. I’m not just ‘some Jeremy Ryan guy’… I’m THE Jeremy Ryan, shitbird. And I know who you are. You’re that Reno Davis who’s been in and out of jOlt more times than guys have been in and out of your mom. You and everybody else are gonna know who the fuck I am soon enough.”
When Jeremy continued loading his plate what whatever he wanted, Reno just shrugged him off. These younger wrestlers and all their entitlement were just part of the business.
“Keep it up, man, do your thing.”
jOlt’s Last Real Man turned around and pointed an accusatory finger at Reno.
“No. Don’t come at me like I’m your buddy you’re coming to shoot the shit and knock back beers with. I don’t need you or anybody else telling me how good I am and I don’t need any fucking hangers-on. Now get the fuck out of here.”
Reno wasn’t finished.
“Hey, man, I’m just trying to be a friend. Besides… I don’t know what the hell you have against Kayden Paulton anyway. Sure, that boy can talk your ear off for hours on end about the differences between ice cream and frozen yogurt, but he’s really good people.”
“Hey… you think I need a fucking lecture from you, short-shit? Both you and Kayden aren’t HALF the man that I am… and for you I mean that, height-wise, too.”
When Jeremy was about to take the last of his fixings and go, Reno held out an arm.
“Careful, fella,” Reno said. “Kayden’s beaten a lot of people that also had a lower opinion of him like you. And so have I for that matter.”
Jeremy Ryan wasn’t impressed by his threat and looked down at Reno.
“I’m giving you a pass because I’m in a good mood, but you keep coming at me with that noise, then I’ll move you right to the top of my hit list NEXT to Kayden.”
“Looking forward to it.”
Reno and Jeremy had a staredown tense enough for somebody to probably choke on if they were to walk by. Jeremy only smiled at Reno’s own confidence and shook his head before he took his plate and walked off. Davis took a bite of an apple from the table and grinned.
“Back in the saddle again.”
Derecho vs Mike Extreme
Just a few short days ago, Derecho re-entered the Underground division with a victory over Bane Loneheart. Tonight, he looks to continue that path by taking on another former Backbone member in Mike Extreme.
"Melancholy (Holy Martyr)" by Iced Earth
Out from the back to a chorus of boos was Mike Extreme. Extreme came up short against "Superstar" Vince Jacobs a while back and has been reeling since. A staple of the Underground Division, Extreme looked to welcome Derecho back to the division with opened arms and closed fists. Extreme ignored the admonishment from the crowd as he walked up the steel ring steps and stepped into the ring. Extreme warmed up as his music died down.
"Charisma" by WASP
The people cheered as Derecho stepped out from the backstage area. Derecho had that same focused look on his face that he had just a few short nights ago on iNtense. He walked down to the ring with purpose, keeping his eyes focused on Mike Extreme. Derecho slid underneath the bottom rope and kept his distance from Extreme. He paced back and forth as if he were ready to go. The referee sensed that as well and called for the bell.
DING!
DING!
DING!
What we thought was true. Derecho lunged right in and locked up with Mike Extreme, using the burst at the start to back Extreme into the corner. Derecho then opened up with heavy rights and lefts, combination blows, to the face of Extreme. He then finished it with a spinning back elbow to the side of the head before turning his back to Extreme and running to the opposite corner. Upon arrival, Derecho stopped, turned and charged full speed at Mike Extreme.
Running Back Elbow!
Right away, Extreme was down in a slump in the corner as Derecho charged the opposite side once again and again he turned around and ran full speed at Extreme.
Corner Running Knee Strike....
...MISSED!
Extreme wasn't going to fall prey to two corner attacks in a row and he pulled himself out of the ring under the bottom rope, causing Derecho's knee to strike the turnbuckle pads. Extreme then reached into the ring and pulled Derecho to the outside by his legs. Once Derecho was on the floor, Extreme grabbed Derecho in a waist lock and rammed him back first into the edge of the ring apron. Extreme backed Derecho up and rammed him a second time. Extreme then maintained the grasp and popped the hips, tossing Derecho with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex on the floor!!
Derecho landed with a sickening thud as Extreme wasted no time. Extreme hopped up onto the apron and took a few steps back. He then ran along the apron and dove off, dropping an elbow into the heart of Derecho on the floor! Extreme then stood up and taunted Derecho which drew some boos from the people in attendance here tonight.
Extreme flipped off the fans as he pulled Derecho up to his feet by the hair, but the fans cheered as Derecho countered with a knee lift to the stomach. He then quickly grabbed Extreme by the head, planting him with a DDT right on the floor! Derecho then stood up and it was his turn to taunt the fallen Extreme.
Derecho walked over to the steel ring steps and pulled the top half off. he tossed them to the side and then grabbed Extreme by the hair, pulling him into position over the ring steps themselves. Derecho then set Extreme up between his legs and signaled for one of his old finishers.. the Vortex DDT.. but before Derecho could lift him, Extreme countered with a Back Body Drop and Derecho landed hard once again on the floor. Extreme then quickly grabbed the top half of the ring steps as Derecho struggled to get back up to his feet. Extreme then took aim and when Derecho turned around...
WHAM!
Ring steps to the face of Derecho!
Extreme knew he had a chance if he could get Derecho back into the ring. He dropped the steps and pulled Derecho to his feet. He quickly rolled him back into the ring where Extreme quickly slid in after him and made the cover.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Extreme rolled back out of the ring and lifted the ring apon. He was looking for a particular weapon as he shifted things around. Extreme finally found was he was looking for as he pulled out a steel chain! Extreme held the chain up for the world to see, but the people booed nevertheless. Extreme then rolled back into the ring where Derecho was trying to get back up. Extreme wrapped the chain around his fist and waited in anticipation.
Derecho finally stood and turned to face Extreme... Extreme then swung with the loaded fist...
DUCKED!
Derecho ducked underneath and went to the ropes. Derecho came back and caught Extreme with a Leg Lariat that took him down. Extreme staggered back up, but Derecho nailed a Standing Drop Kick to the face of Extreme that put him down a second time. Extreme's grip on that wrapped chain had loosened to the point where Derecho took notice. Derecho bent over and grabbed the chain, pulling it away from Extreme as the fans cheered.
Derecho then decided to do something a bit different with the chain.. he began using it as a whip!
LASH!
LASH!
Derecho whipped the chain over the back of Mike Extreme! The impact areas of the chain left welts.. and in some cases, even broke the skin as small trickles of blood began to leak from Mike Extreme's back!
LASH!
LASH!
Derecho continued to lash away at Extreme's back without showing any signs of letting up. Even the referee started to look a bit concerned as a crazed look came over Derecho's face!
LASH!
LASH!
Once more for good measure!
Derecho stood over Mike Extreme who was writhing in pain on the canvas.. his back bloodied and red from the chain strikes. Derecho wasn't done however. He mounted himself on Extreme's back and wrapped the chain around his neck, pulling back with all his might, choking the very life right out of him! With it being Underground Rules, the referee couldn't do anything to stop Derecho as this was as legal as a head lock.
Extreme kicked and clawed as he gasped for air. His back in tremendous pain, he was on the verge of giving up when all of a sudden, Extreme, in those conditions, pushed himself up off the canvas with his strength and was able to use momentum to get Derecho off of his back!
The moment of reprive didn't last long as Derecho rolled Extreme over onto his back and mounted him once again. Derecho rained down heavy right hands to the side of Extreme's head. Derecho then wrapped the chain around his fist and grabbed Extreme by the hair, pulling his face up close to his..
"IS THIS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND!?" yelled Derecho
WHAM!
Derecho punched Mike Extreme in the face with the steel chain. His forehead was busted open from the shot. Derecho liked what he saw and pounded his chain-wrapped fist into Extreme's face once again, this time, possibly breakingh is nose. Derecho had this look of enjoyment on his face as he readied a third shot, but out of desperation, Mike Extreme grabbed Derecho by the back of the head and headbutted him in the face, blood and all!
Derecho was stunned by the first headbutt. The second one caused Derecho to flop over and off of Extreme. Extreme took this time to roll over toward the ropes where he could use them to get back to his feet. Derecho shook off the headbutts and stood. He surveyed the ring and found Extreme getting back up. Derecho decided that he wasn't going to allow that so he charged in, but Extreme exploded from the kneeling position...
SPEAR!!!
Extreme stood up as a surge of adrenaline flowed through his veins. He grabbed Derecho and quickle set him up between his legs. He lifted him and charged the corner...
BUCKLE BOMB!
Derecho staggered out of the corner as Extreme hit the ropes. He came back and turned Derecho inside out...
LARIAT!!
Cover!
One.....
Two....
Thr... NO!
Derecho kicked out just in time!
Extreme wasted no time as he pulled Derecho up to his feet. He grabbed him by the neck, looking for the Screams of Pain Chokeslam, but when he lifted Derecho, Derecho floated around and behind Extreme. Derecho then hit a swift kick to the stomach and tried to hoist Extreme up onto his shoulder, but Extreme wriggled free, landing behind Derecho. Extreme with the waist lock and the German Suplex attempt, but Derecho landed on his feet, staggering back to the ropes. Extreme turned around and charged in, but Derecho lifted Extreme up and over to the ring apron where he landed on his feet.
Derecho turned to meet Extreme, but Extreme socked Derecho in the face with a big right hand. Extreme then nailed a shoulder block between the ropes and then headed for the corner. Mike Extreme doesn't usually fly, but he was climbing the turnbuckles nevertheless. Derecho turned his attention to Extreme who flew off the top with a Flying Shoulder Tackle, but Derecho jumped to the middle rope and nailed a Springboard Drop Kick that was right on the money in mid-air!
Derecho quickly grabbed the chain that was on the canvas and walked over to Mike Extreme. He pulled Extreme up to his feet and wrapped the chain around his neck twice, forming a collar. He then hoisted Extreme onto his shoulder and walked him to the middle of the ring...
A FOREVER REMINDER WITH THE CHAIN WRAPPED AROUND THE NECK!
Derecho then made the cover.. it was academic from there...
One...
Two...
Three!
"Charisma" by WASP hit the PA system as Derecho celebrated in the middle of the ring among the cheers from the fans. As vicious as Derecho was in this match, the people were still behind him, supporting Derecho's comeback to the Underground Division. As Derecho stood in the ring with his hand raised in the air, a smirk came over his face as he looked down at Mike Extreme.
Maybe this is where he belonged all along. Perhaps the Underground is the real home for Derecho.
Derecho took one step forward, as he began to exit the ring when..
LIGHTS OUT!
The crowd wondered what was going on. All of a sudden, the jOltvision illuminated. It was as if someone had tuned into Nataional Geographic as it depicted a tiger ripping apart its prey in the middle of an open field. The video was graphic, yet grainy. The video them ignited into flames and then to black where the words faded in...
"My prey has been sighted. It's only a matter of time."
The words faded to black and the arena lights came back on. Derecho looked around and found no one but the referee and a downed Mike Extreme. Derecho shook his head and exited the ring. As he made his way to the back, he looked around, expecting a surprise attack, but alas, he found none. He disappeared behind the curtain with this mystery unresolved.
The scene opens up in a local medical facility. We see Jon Le Bon in the hospital bed, pushing the call button repeated for a nurse. Frantically, a nurse runs into the room, immediately asking if Le Bon is okay."Oh, I'm fine.. I just wanted to know when lunch was.", said Le Bon.
The nurse looked quite annoyed by this and responded.
"You know... you only have to push the button once. Pushing it multiple times like that makes us think there is an emergency in here. If there's no emergency, pushing the button only once is enough to alert us that you need some sort of attention.
Le Bon tilted his head to the side for a moment.
"This is kind of an emergency.. I need food. I've had my stomach pumped for HOURS yesterday and because of that.. I lost all of the delicious meatloaf I made for myself on Thanksgiving. It has left my nutrient factory empty and voided. In case you haven't noticed, there is a recession going on in this country.. a lot of people are already out of work and I don't want to lay off the labor force inside of my nutrient factory.. I'm trying to PREVENT the national unemployment rate from rising.. so I need something like a steak for them to work on! I'm not paying them to sit around and do nothing you know!"
The nurse had a priceless look on her face as she stood there in bewilderment. She could say nothing in response to what she had just heard. She merely turned and walked away stiffly.
"And garlic sweet potatoes, too.. and don't forget the A1! Rockstars need seasoning and flavor, too!"
Le Bon sat quietly in the bed and stared out the window with a smile on his face as the golden rays of sunshine basked Le Bon in their glory. Le Bon then made a face of annoyance and then frantically pressed the call button once again. From out in the hall, you could audibly hear, what we could presumably be the first nurse say..
"It's your turn.. go check on that nutball."
Sure enough, a second nurse walked into the room with a smile on her face. She was rather attractive this time.
"Did you need someething, sweetie?" asked the nurse which immediately got some whistles from the live crowd.
"Yeah.. that glowing ball in the sky is pissing me off. It's trying to give me cancer and many other assorted skin conditions. A rockstar such as myself has to look in his best form. My fans demand it of me."
The nurse walked over and closed the drapes, shutting the sunlight out of the room.
"Anything else, sweetie?" asked the nurse.
"Now it's too dark.. I might get rickets!" said Le Bon, "Also, where's my steak and potatoes?"
"We put the order in. Your food should arrive shortly. Just lay back, get some rest, and you'll have your dinner before you know it, okay?"
Le Bon pulled down his rose-colored hipster sunglasses and gave the nurse a once over.
"Can I have some beer, too? This way the next time you come in here, you'll be ten times hotter than you already are?"
The nurse couldn't keep her composure any longer and stormed out of the room. Le Bon wasn't satisfied with his question going unanswered and frantically pressed the call button once again.
"You go in there this time. That guy is impossible!"
All of a sudden, a 6'5" 300lb mass of black muscle stood in the doorway, his frame eclipsing any light from coming into the room. Le Bon's eyes widened as the camera switched point of views to outside the door.
"I saw you pushed the button. Don't worry.. I'm going to take good care of you."
The door closed and the scene faded to black.
Waymoth Turnbull vs West Texas Terrorists
It was more than evident that the fans were enjoying themselves. It had been a night completely crammed with action! However, it wouldn’t be before long, that that enjoyment was going to soon turn into sheer resentment as “Believers” by !Mayday! pounded its way through the speakers. It was time for the Black Faction to make another appearance. In unison, the crowd let their voices be heard as loudly as possible as they jeered the tag team tandem of the group; The West Texas Terrorists. In tow was the second in command of the Black Faction, Landon Stevens, cocky as ever.
The twins made their way from behind the curtain, hyping each other up as they stomped their way towards ringside. Landon walked slowly behind the two, reaching out to fans before quickly taking his hand away and laughing. He sang the praises of the WTTs as they entered into the ring – as the fans only showed their dislike even more for the trio.
“We already know that while this is meant to be a Handicap Match featuring the twins against Waymoth, we can’t help but to think that Landon will find his way into the ring at some point,” Nathan Powers stated with confidence.
As the jeering continued, Landon called for a microphone from ringside.
TAP!>
TAP!
TAP!
The feedback from the microphone didn’t exactly help in the matter of getting the fans to calm down, but Landon knew it wouldn’t. He just wanted to continue to irritate them even further.
“It would seem to me that, the Black Faction has them a bit of an immigration problem!” Landon laughed knowing he had just struck a nerve of the fans from across the world.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Landon gave the crowd a moment before continuing, “Now, Waymoth, while the Black Faction is in no way, shape or form, the INS, we don’t mind doing their job for them! You should’ve stayed back in Jamaica, or Haiti, or wherever the fuck it is you came from because obviously you weren’t built tough enough to make it out here!”
The twins nodded their heads in approval.
“Earlier tonight,” Landon smirked, “I once again proved why this group never needed you in the first place. Hell, that’s what they got me and the boys here for! I placed you right on your back, just like Aran did when he paid off your debt. Now, you’re finding yourself returning with some kind of sense of foolish entitlement? Ha!”
“In fact, we already know how this is going to end, so rather than waste time, bring your ass out here so the twins here can get to stompin’ that chest cavity of yours in!”
Chants of “Way-moth Turn-bull!” began to echo through the arena. They were ready for this contest. It wouldn’t be before long where the calls were met with a response.
Black out!
“Survivor” by Mavado soon played and it was the energy that surged through the arena was electrifying! The Ice, Gold and Green strobe lights and smoke filled the arena, fogging the entrance just enough for a shadowy figure to be seen making his way from the back.
“There’s the big man!” Michael Burhman screamed in excitement, “This is gonna’ be a good one!”
Waymoth had stopped atop the entry way. He hadn’t moved since he gotten to the stage.
“Yuh know Landon, yah mout’ ah run like faucet…all day, all mi’ here from yuh is talk-talk-talk-talk, and ah gah say big man, just like ery’body inna dis buildin’, ah sick of it! So ratha talk bout it, ah tink its high time dat somebody do some’tin about it!
It was at that the moment, that the lights returned to their full illumination and Waymoth was finally revealed on stage – wielding not one, but two, rusty machete blades!
“Dey say that you should never cut off ya own nose to spite yuh face,” Waymoth grinned evily as he began to twirl the blades, “So ah decided to instead cut off ya lip dem and feed em’ to dey dog. As long as it mean it gon’ shut rassclot up!”
Waymoth took bounced in place before he taking off running towards the ring with blades in hand! Landon and the Terrorists scrambled to the outside to avoid the rampage of a mad man rocking rusted pieces of sharpened metal!
“AH WHERE YAH GO!?” Waymoth screamed, pointing the blade in Landon’s direction, “Wha’ppen, where all de chat ah go?!”
The Black Faction had regrouped outside on the apron, Landon demanding that the twins take a charge towards the West Indian Obsidian.
It wasn’t happening.
Nathan Powers: “They don’t really think he’d actually do anything with those things, do they?”
Michael Burhman: “You never know Nate, I’ve only see ‘Belly’ like once, and that’s enough for me to believe that he would!”
Nathan Powers: “You’re basing this on what you saw in a movie from the 90s?”
Michael Burhman: “Look...We work for a place where one guy always carried a shovel around to smack people with, and you think THIS is far fetched?!”
Waymoth wasn’t playing when it came to the damage he could inflict with his blades. He wanted them to make that move. He wanted them act like the Gods they thought they were. Waymoth even went as far as sitting on the middle rope to create a space for them to return, all the while still allowing the blades to feel like an extension of his own arms. He dared them to stop foot back in the squared circle but none of the three budged. Life was something that all three seemed to care very dearly about!
This wasn’t a time for bravery. This was going to be a time for rethinking the plan of action they had in place when it came to facing the behemoth known as Waymoth Turnbull.
Waymoth backed up off the ropes and then leaned over them as he watched the Faction make their way back to the locker-room area. The match never got underway but Waymoth smiled at the “victory” and it was evident the fans were all for what potential bloodshed there could have been.
“Survivor” by Mavado queued back up onto the speakers as Waymoth pandered to the crowd, throwing his fist (w/blade in hand) into the air.
Seated inside the office of Damien Lee were a set of two women who looked mighty proud of themselves. In on one chair was Persephone, one of the few former Starlet Champions in the company’s history. In the other chair was her somewhat reluctant but effective ally, “The Heiress” Sarah Winterton. “My darling did you see what we did to Charlotte on Intense?” Sarah giggled. “That was spot-on brilliant! That harlot had no idea what was coming her way.”
Persephone grinned. “That stupid bitch thinks that she’s better than everybody else around here. She thinks that she’s in a class of her own when really, all she is is a stupid streetwalker who doesn’t deserve that prize.”
“Ahem!”
Damien looked at both women.
“Are you two done?”
“Yes,” Persephone grinned.
Winterton nodded. “I assume that you’re here to give us our rightful title matches, darling? We need to finally liberate this belt from the disease-infested clutches of that uncouth Charlotte once and for all and I can’t be the hero this division needs without the Starlet Title, dear.”
“No. In fact, I have half a mind to suspend the both of you. It’s one thing to come out and attack somebody from behind, but you, the Starlets… you made Charlotte BLEED. She needed seven stitches in her head because of that belt shot you delivered.”
“Charlotte brought that on herself,” Sarah protested. “She stole MY MOVE at Rise of the Legends and she should be arrested for impersonating a respectable lady! But no punishment has befallen her!”
“Well,” Damien said. “I asked you here because despite my personal opinion of you two, the Starlet division has been thriving. However… you two won’t be the only ones getting opportunities. In previous matches, Charlotte HAS defeated you both in separate title matches.”
That fact didn’t set well with the ladies, but they let Damien finish his sentence.
“So I’ve signed a match for Intense on Sunday. I’m going to be making a triple threat elimination match and the winner WILL be facing Charlotte at Wired for the Starlet Championship.”
“Thank you, darling!” Winterton beamed as she stood up and shook Lee’s hand. “You will not regret making me the new bastion of greatness that these ladies need.”
“Wait,” Persephone objected. “You can keep all that fluffy shit to yourself. I am getting that title shot and I WILL be the Starlet Champion again!”
That’s when a thought crossed the ladies’ minds almost simultaneously.
“Wait,” Winterton asked. “Who’s the third woman?”
“A woman that’s been wanting to get back in the game. She’s been working hard training and now she’s ready to come back to the active roster. She’s young, she’s hungry and quite frankly, she could rip most of the Starlets in half like a scrap of paper! Go ahead and come in!”
That’s when he tapped and coming into the room was another of jOlt’s long-tenured Starlets. A third-generation Texan powerhouse that was hellbent on tasting her own first title also. The woman was DARYN THOMPSON and the crowd gave her a respectable cheer as she came in and tipped her glasses. The physically imposing Daryn approached both Winterton and Persephone, who had cross looks on their faces.
“Ladies. Be seein’ ya out there on iNtense,” she said.
“You?” Sarah jerked a thumb at her. “Miss Thompson, need I remind you that I HUMBLED you in my debut match in jOlt! Who do you think you are, anyway?”
“Oh, who do I think I am, prissy bitch?”
She held out one hand towards Sarah Winterton before she brought down another hand and SLAPPED Persephone across the face! The crowd applauded her actions as Winterton jumped at the sight of the Starlet Powerhouse coming into the office.
“That’s true. Y’all did get the jump on me, Sarah,” Thompson said. “But if you remember in the Starlet Title tournament, ah made it just as far as you did…the semis. I took some time off, trained, now I’m back and Ah’m takin’ that belt at Wired!”
Damien Lee looked at an angry Persephone, a concerned Winterton, and a confident Thompson.
“Ladies… make this division proud!”
They all shared a quick glance at one another. One of these three women would get their shot at Wired and the other two would be on the outside looking in.
The House (c) vs Cross the Hood
The House were about to come out for the second time this evening and this time, they were set to defend the jOlt Tag Team Titles against the members of Cross The Hood; the biggest standout team currently racking up big victories on The Hype. Cross The Hood were a pair of brawlers from Brooklyn, New York with a penchant for tag teaming.
Folks like Jon Le Bon and Jeremy Ryan had graduated from The Hype and were already the talk of some of jOlt’s more recent shows. If Cross The Hood could score the big upset tonight and win the Tag Team Titles in their debut they would most certainly not only turn heads but they would also set a new standard for any of the young Hype hopefuls that want to get to the top of the jOlt cards.
“Ready To Go” by David Whitaker played up and the fans turned their heads to the ringside area where the aforementioned Hype hopefuls stepped up to the big show for the first time here on Warriors. They were the six-foot two, two-hundred and forty-four pound Jackson Cross along with the six-foot four and two-hundred fifty two pound Machida Hood and the crowd was giving them a good reception. They had been a very successful team on The Hype and didn’t look nervous at all despite giving up a lot of weight to their Tag Team Champion opponents.
Jackson and Machida each approached the ring and climbed inside where they stood on either turnbuckle to take in a positive reception. The brawlers then jumped off and slammed elbows together in a sign of respect. They were very ready.
The entire entrance staging area and ceiling overhead were set alight with a barrage of casino theme lighting, igniting a massive pop from the crowd. The jOltvision screens danced with the running footage of a set of hands, performing card tricks before casting a handful of card stoward the screen. The cards led to the unified wrestling exploits of the promotion’s respectable agile and mobile super heavyweight tandem before the Nevada bred former jOlt Tag Team Champions appeared from the backstage area. The obese fan favorite extended his arms outward and nodded while his muscular counterpart anxiously greeted the masses in an enthusiastic fashion. Walking from one end to the other, the power lifter rejoined his partner as the reigning jOlt Starlet Champion had her hands raised by both men.
Carrington: “...And making their way to the ring; accompanied by their manager & the reigning jOlt STARLET CHAMPION, CHARLOTTE...From Las Vegas, Nevada...Weighting in at a total combined weight of 777 pounds...they are the team of ADAM ROEBUCK & DERRICK HUBER!!!...They are THE!!! HOUSE!!!
The burly Roebuck lumbered his way down the ramp as both Charlotte & Huber began greeting the fans in the front row before rounding the ring. Roebuck stormed his way up the ring steps and passed through the ropes as Derrick gave his lady a kiss before following suit. Adam Roebuck was seen clapping his hands to jumpstart the crowd as their musical theme dissipated.
The bell rang and it was Derrick Huber coming face to face with Jackson Cross. The two men started out and it looked like Cross was ready for a fight when he stopped in front of Huber. The Oddsmaker extended a hand and held it out. The House were big monsters, but they fought honorably. Cross looked to Machida in the corner and then back to Huber before he took it and shook it.
After the sign of respect, he grabbed Huber and tried to take the bigger man down with a waist lock when Huber elbowed his way out. Huber wasn’t going to win any contests based on technical expertise, but he was going to win in strength and whipped Cross into the ropes. He came back and swung with a clothesline that missed, but Cross’s shot with a clothesline didn’t. The blow stunned Huber so Cross came off the ropes a second time. He landed the blow against Huber and again he stopped. So Cross then hit the ropes a third time when Huber caught him with a grip of his own and threw him over with a big belly to belly overhead throw. He hurried over to Cross and went for the cover.
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Cross kicked out quickly and that impressed Huber. He picked up the youngster and grabbed the arm before he jabbed a couple of elbows to the arm to work him over. Cross fought back and tried the whip across the ring only for him to get reversed and sent into the corner. Huber charged when Cross quickly went off the ropes sending Huber into the corner. Cross hit off the ropes and came back with a running dropkick to the side of the head! Now it was Cross’s turn to go for the cover.
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Huber kicked out and the Hype rookies were showing some promise. Derrick was picked up by Cross and he managed to tag him into the corner where the bigger Machida Hood was ready to get in on the action. Cross connected with a seated jawbreaker and Machida followed that up with a big jumping right hook that caught him in the face.
Roebuck was a little surprised at the rookies for getting the better of the bigger Huber for the moment as Machida Hood jumped into the action. He pummeled Huber with a big collection of rights and tried to get into the corner but Huber fought back with few headbutts. He pummeled him in the head with the headbutts before making the tag into big Adam Roebuck. Huber whipped him into the ropes and Roebuck caught him just as Huber took off. He came down and the two men connected with their double-team sidewalk slam/elbow drop combination…
THE DEAD MONEY~!
Huber rolled out of the ring while Roebuck went into the cover on Machida Hood.
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And the fall was broken up by Jackson Cross! He came to the save of his tag team partner and was sent back to his corner while Roebuck glanced down at Machida. He picked up the big Brooklyner and tossed him into the corner with both hands. The four-hundred sixty-pound Big Bucks picked him up and launched Machida Hood into the ropes. When the brawler came back he was shot into the air with a huge back body drop!
After an impressive start, things weren’t looking too good for the members of Cross The Hood, but they were far from done. Hood rolled across the ring and Cross tagged in to try and take the fight the bigger Roebuck. With relentlessness on his side, he came and fired off on the big guy with a flurry of fists that mostly stunned The Las Vegas Leviathan. He charged off the ropes and when he came back, Adam goozled him. He lifted him up for a chokeslam when Cross elbowed him in the face to fight his way out.
Cross went low and took the legs out from Roebuck with a pair of dropkicks to the knee to bring the big guy down to his knees. When he charged off the ropes he came back only to run into a big mountain called Roebuck courtesy of the Double Ace Flush~!
He was caught and dropped across the knee before being tossed backwards in a standing fallaway slam variation. Roebuck had ragdolled Cross and now it was his time to go for the finish.
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Just barely, Cross kicked out! Adam had a look of disbelief across his face, but the young Cross wasn’t going to give up; not when he and Hood had a big opportunity like this.
“Come on, Jackson,” Machida slapped a turnbuckle to get the fans going. Roebuck picked him up and tried to lock him upside down in a Canadian backbreaker submission hold.
The hold was painful and Cross was in a very bad position now, but that didn’t stop him from trying. Some fans even cheered for the Hype star as he tried to fight his way out. He elbowed the face of the Las Vegas Leviathan only to take on a big swing himself. Finally, Hood had seen enough and came into the ring to break up the submission with a solid kick to the back of Roebuck.
Huber grimaced as both members of Cross the Hood were ready to fight back. Machida ran off the ropes and connected with a very solid big boot that sent Roebuck stumbling backwards into the corner. Now seeing his chance, Derrick Huber tagged into the ring and came at Machida with a home run swing Moneyline… missed?
Cross the Hood have the moves of The House scouted! Machida picked up Huber with some effort and he lifted him up in the fireman’s carry position. Cross was still nursing a sore back, but he pulled it together just enough for Cross The Hood to come back and connect with an awesome Samoan drop and neckbreaker combination on Huber! The fans were shocked and Hood went to the cover to finish things!
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Close, but no cigar!
One mistake by Huber nearly cost the powerhouses their jOlt Tag Team Titles, but Huber had more fight in him than that. The crowd even showed a little appreciation for Cross The Hood as they were taking the fight to the big men. Jackson Cross left the ring while Machida Hood begged for Huber to get up.
He grabbed Derrick Huber by the arm and tried to whip him as he stood only for Huber to suddenly shift the momentum and send him into the corner. He charged at Hood with a splash and only ate a big kick for his troubles before he headed to the second rope…
TIME TO GET FREE~!
The diving European uppercut caught Huber right on the button and now it was Hood’s chance to finish things. He was about ready to pick him up and set Huber up for his STO backbreaker called The Project 347 but Roebuck charged into the ring and bowled him over.
This match was heading to high-impact territory real quick as Roebuck quickly dragged him to the corner so that way he could tag in. He stepped back inside the ring again and hoisted him up over the shoulder. When it looked like the Bad Hand was coming up, Hood slipped back out and landed behind him so he could tag in Cross.
Jackson Cross jumped into the ring where they both surrounded Roebuck. Jackson stunned the big guy with a jumping thrust kick to the side of the head just as Machida came out from behind to clobber him with a big lariat. The combination blows to the head brought Roebuck down to his knees. Finally Cross ran off the ropes and connected with a very pointed running knee to the face. That had to be all.
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And the save was made by Derrick Huber this time!
Cross The Hood were giving the powerhouses more than they could handle tonight, but The House weren’t done yet. Huber fought Cross in the ring and continued to drill him upside the head with a couple of rights. Cross tried to cut him off with a kick of his own only to come back with a big kick, but he caught him by the leg and powered him up into the SPREAD BET~!
Huber had driven him down to the ground but when he was back to his feet once again the legal Hood made him pay with a running kick to the face that sent him shooting into the ropes.
Machida had his chance and rushed him into the corner until he ducked out of the corner and sent him crashing hard into the buckles. Cross was out of the equation and now Roebuck was back up as he and Huber stood behind him. Hood was in a very bad position as he stumbled backwards and into the grip of Adam Roebuck. The jOlt Tag Team Champions set him up in the ring and powered him up. THe crowd cheered knowing what move was coming next as the set him up in the double powerbomb position
BUST~!
The ring shook from the thunderous impact as Machida Hood was dropped with the modification of a double-team powerbomb simply called The Bust. Roebuck hooked the legs of the big guy.
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That was a close one and Cross The Hood had given both members of The House everything they could handle, but at the end of the night the two big men had proven that they could hold the belts for a reason.
Roebuck and Huber were handed their titles and with their second major title defense in the books, Charlotte stood by and cheered on her men as they watched a disappointed Cross crawl over to help Machida up.
After several tense moments between the two teams, Huber and Roebuck approached both members of Cross the Hood and tapped Cross on the back in a sign of respect while Roebuck offered up a courteous nod. The two men left the ring and raised their titles while Charlotte raised her own Starlets Championship! She had her own contender to look forward to after a triple threat match later, but she was ready as well.
Somewhere, Red and Ted were no doubt watching this match, ready and waiting for a chance to strike.
