Date: December 16, 2013
Arena: Wells Fargo Center
City: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
BOOM! BA-BOOM! BOOOOM!
Pyro explodes all throughout the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia as Madness hits the air! A wild, craning shot of tonight’s excited crowd appears on the X-Tron, and the crowd goes wild!
Tonight is going to be one hell of a night here on Monday Night Madness! The camera scours across the arena hyping the night. It turns to ringside and to the far right corner we can see a group of fans standing and cheering as someone makes there way to the seat front row on the right. He walks down the aisle as the fans cheer nearby.
It's Scott Charlotte!! He is holding up a ticket in his right hand showing everyone in attendance that he has a right to be there. He walks up to his chair, sits and puts his feet up on the barricade. He relaxes in his payed seating and Monday Night Madness is ready to begin as all the fans, including Charlotte, are booming with excitement.
JOEY STYLES: “We are LIVE in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! SOLD OUT! These folks have been waiting for Madness to come back around, and we are here! I am Joey Styles, your voice of Madness, and boy, do we have a show for you tonight!
The lesbian lovers Liz Hathaway and Jenna Silver face each other down, and for our MAIN EVENT, we have an appearance from the king himself, Theo Pryce, as he and NAZI take on Olive Pendershore and Tri Bute! What a card! Let’s get right to it with our opening match! Three newbies, but only one walks out a winner!”
| The lights suddenly go out. A clap of thunder is heard throughout the arena. |
JOEY STYLES: “Well, I guess this isn’t anything new, per se…”
Suddenly, the lights flicker back on, and The Phantom Stranger has appeared in the ring! The mysterious newcomer tips his hat to the audience, and stands aloft in a dignified pose, awaiting his opponents.
| “Fecal Parturition” by Grand Belial’s Key plays. |
The music strikes, and an unusually tall, horridly muscular man emerges from the back. This must be Morbid Angel, a rather imposing newbie. The monstrous man charges down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He takes a menacing step toward The Phantom Stranger, who does not even flinch, but rather, keeps his dignified pose. Morbid Angel forgets about him for now, and mounts the turnbuckle in wait of their final opponent.
| “Everybody Move” by Tech N9ne plays. |
The final member of this match, TJ Thunder, makes his way down to the ring, clearly enjoying the atmosphere of the arena, as fans are pumped to get the show underway. He climbs into the ring, and the ref signals for the bell.
The Phantom Stranger
- vs -
Morbid Angel
- vs -
TJ Thunder
Triple Threat Standard Rules
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Morbid Angel wastes no time in starting it up, as he charges Thunder, kicking the poor guy in the gut. Thunder doubles over, and Morbid lifts him up onto his shoulder, only to bring him back down with a simple body slam. The Phantom Stranger moves in now, catching Morbid with a dropkick. Morbid manages to stay on his feet, however, and catches Stranger as the man gets back up from the drop. A few punches to the head later, Morbid whips Stranger into the ropes. But on the rebound, Stranger flies into Morbid with a crossbody!
Stranger picks Morbid up, and follows up with a bulldog. Thunder is back up now, and hits Stranger with some jabs to the back of the head before wrapping Stranger up in a standing rear chinlock. Stranger pushes Thunder away, and Thunder bounces off the ropes, only to be met by a kick to the gut, followed by a piledriver! Thunder’s head smacks into the mat! Pin by The Phantom Stranger!
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Broken up by Morbid Angel with an axe handle to the back of Stranger’s head!
Morbid grabs Stranger and pulls him into a side headlock before ramming some one-inch punches into the crown of Stranger’s head! Stranger begins struggling, but suddenly…
The lights go out.
Stranger has escaped from Morbid Angel’s headlock! He’s on the top rope! Dives off! A flying legdrop bulldog across the back of Morbid Angel’s neck! Stranger pins!
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Kick-out! Morbid Angel stays alive!
Stranger rises to his feet, but TJ Thunder’s been waiting for him! Stranger receives a few punches across the face. Thunder whips Stranger into the ropes. Stranger bounces back, and Thunder goes for a spear!
The Phantom Stranger has reversed it! A powerbomb! Thunder slams into the mat!
JOEY STYLES: “Now
that’s what I call a reversal! Amazing counter from this newcomer, The Phantom Stranger!”
With Stranger in control, Thunder is scooped up. Stranger DDTs the T-Pain-lookin’ fella into the mat and tosses in a headlock.
CROWD: “REST HOLD! REST HOLD! REST HOLD!”
JOEY STYLES: “A crowd of smarky smarks here tonight. If they only knew.”
The “rest hold” is suddenly disrupted by Morbid Angel, who delivers a sick big boot to Stranger’s face! The Phantom Stranger rolls away as Morbid snatches Thunder from the floor and begins delivering a series of punches to the face as the crowd counts along!
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Thunder drops to the floor, and Morbid Angel screams to the empty heavens above!
MORBID ANGEL: “Got ist tot!”
JOEY STYLES: “I’m being told by our Network Information Center that this phrase translates to God is dead – a reference to the nihilist-slash-existentialist German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche. Also, this is apparently a finisher coming up.”
Morbid rips Thunder to his feet with a handful of hair, and lifts TJ Thunder into the rack! Got ist tot! God is dead! Thunder screams out in agony as Morbid pulls back, nearly snapping the poor guy in half! Is he going to tap?!
NO! The Phantom Stranger suddenly emerges from out of nowhere with a dropkick to Morbid’s chest, sending the massive German man tumbling over the top rope! He slams into the floor as TJ Thunder is dropped inside the ring! Thunder climbs onto his knees, but he’s met by the Phantom Stranger, who suddenly lifts him up into a powerbomb facebuster! The Bestrayal! And the pin!
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| WINNER: The Phantom Stranger |
JOEY STYLES: “An impressive victory for this newcomer, who—wait, what’s going on?”
The lights of the arena go off and The Phantom Stranger starts to levitate in the ring as his black eyes turn white. Various mystic symbols start appearing throughout the surface of the ring. Flames begin to shoot out from the tops of the four turnbuckles and then a vicious thunder is heard and the fallen TJ Thunder suddenly disappears. The Phantom Stranger levitates back onto his feet. And then, all at once, everyone in the ring disappears. Like magic.
We switch to backstage, where there is an uncomfortable standoff occurring. In Paul Heyman’s office, there stands five different people. On one side of the desk, Paul Heyman sits, surrounded on either side by his golden boy, LJ Havok, and his secretary, Sly. On the opposite side stands Morgan Eldred, with his personal bodyguard/assistant, the masked Cato the Elder.
MORGAN ELDRED: “I have but one warning, Mr. Heyman. With the Black Circle’s presence in the building, we must remain alert, but appear aloof.”
PAUL HEYMAN: “You act as though I’ve never dealt with the Black Circle before, Eldred. You forget that Luca Arzegotti was the European Champion for quite some time. I’ve been dealing with the Black Circle longer than you’ve even heard of Monday Night Madness!”
MORGAN ELDRED: “Yes, I understand, Mr. Heyman, but—“
There comes a sudden commotion from the front door of the office – a banging, of sorts. Then, there is a much larger bang.
NAZI: “Achtung!”
The door suddenly breaks inward, having been kicked in by the powerful boot of the Aryan race! In marches Nazi, Theo Pryce, and John Madison. Nazi immediately takes guard duty at the shattered door while the King, Theo Pryce, and Madison trudge up to Heyman’s desk, shoving Eldred and Cato aside.
THEO PRYCE: “Nice digs ya got here, Heyman. Pity your limo ain’t looking quite as posh.”
PAUL HEYMAN: “I’d watch your tone, Mr. Pryce.”
THEO PRYCE: “And what are you going to do about it? Jiggle your jowls at me?”
Heyman closes his mouth, clearly trying to bite his tongue. Best not to go bothering the boss’s favourites. Havok and Sly shift uncomfortably as Madison mounts Heyman’s desk as though she/he were an old school jazz singer, and Heyman’s desk the piano for the bar. With legs in the air, Madison grabs for Heyman’s tie, but Heyman scoots his chair back and away from Maddy.
THEO PRYCE: “Aw, don’t play hard to get, Paul. We just came by to let you all get a glimpse at us. Rare honor for you all. I mean, even though you’re administration, you have to make leeway for us. I find that particularly hilarious. Try to get the crowd all warmed up for when NAZI and I curb stomp the living shit out of Tri Bute and Pendershore. Do me a favor and send Olive up to our room afterwards. I’ll need some good old fashioned…old fashioned.”
With that, The Black Circle make their exit, but not before NAZI shoots Eldred a hateful stare. German-English dynamic at work. With the door still hanging by the hinges as the Black Circle rounds the corner, Eldred turns to Heyman.
MORGAN ELDRED: “Now, about that warning…?”
Heyman sighs.
PAUL HEYMAN: “Do you have a plan?”
Eldred smirks in response.
MORGAN ELDRED: “Always.”
The camera cuts to the merchandise stands hyping the sales of many wrestlers merch. Fans cover the camera as it moves. They cheer with excitement, some chant "XWF", others chant "Madison" and a select few near The Black Circle merchandise tent are chanting another name.
In the front of the line is none other than Scott Charlotte who has bought a ticket to see Monday Night Madness tonight. He hands money to the clerk and is given a Black Circle jacket which he immediately puts on. He turns around and shows the fans who boo the shirt. He gives them a confused look.
SCOTT: “What? Is Black not my color?”
The fans standing around him erupt in a loud, "NO!"
SCOTT: “You're right, but
doesn't pay enough to keep the heat on in this place. Who knows, might still be too cold, but I'll warm it up later.”
The camera cuts away quickly trying to hide the fact that Scott is still here, but the production staff aren't doing a very good job of it from the looks of it.
As we come back from commercial break, we are treated to a overhead shot of the arena and the thousands that have came in tonight to see XWF's finest. Suddenly we John appear in the rafters. He is overlooking the entire arena with a gleam in his eye. The camera zooms in as we see the US title draped over his shoulder.
JOHN AUSTIN: There have been many great United States champions in this wacky world of professional wrestling. Guys like Ric Flair, Harley Race, Terry Funk and Stan Hansen have been US champions but you see there is no-one as great and powerful as US champ than me. I sit atop of the arena and I look down off the mountain awaiting for the challengers step forward for my title. I don't care if it is someone from Warfare or Madness, I will defend this title against whoever steps forward. Be warned that if you do accept the challenge, you meet your fate with the devil himself!
John begins to laugh like a buffoon as we go back to ringside...
JOEY STYLES: “Well, even though he’s Warfare’s champipn, John Austin clearly hasn’t forgotten his roots here on Madness! Quite the ominous warning for any would-be challengers! While we meditate on these words, let’s move into our next match!”
| “This is War” by Thirty Seconds to Mars plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “And here comes Miss Liz Hathaway! She’s been in on some big stuff lately, notably, leading the charge against Smoke Man and Shane
, but ultimately coming up short. I hope to see some more big things from this competitor!”
JOEY STYLES: “And here comes the T&A of Madness, Jenna Silver! We saw our resident porn star make an appearance in the recent gauntlet match, where she very nearly took victory, but unfortunately, ended up flat on her back. As usual, I guess.”
Liz Hathaway
- vs -
Jenna Silver
Standard Rules
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Before Jenna can make a sexy move, Liz is on her! (I worded that poorly!)
Liz catches Silver in a side headlock, but Silver backs into the ropes and shoves Liz away. Liz rebounds off the opposite ropes with a crossbody, slamming Silver into the mat. They’re both back on their feet in seconds, and Liz ducks a clothesline from Silver before countering with a dropkick, sending the ex-porn star skidding across the mat!
Liz marches over and pulls Silver up by the hair before tossing in another side headlock. Silver suddenly squirms out behind, and German suplexes Liz right onto her neck! Ouch! An early bridging pin from Silver!
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Liz kicks-out!
Silver goes to scoop Liz up, but Liz suddenly counters with a sharp kick to the head! She rolls, grabbing Silver’s leg and pulling the porn legend into a single leg Boston crab! Silver yelps out in a combination of agony and ecstacy, causing some confused boners in the audience. Liz wrenches back on Silver’s leg, and the sexy starlet reaches desperately for the rope!
Reaches!
Fingertips…
And grabs the rope! The ref forces Liz to let go, and Hathaway begrudgingly tosses Silver’s leg aside.
Jenna makes it to her feet with the ropes, and Liz rushes at her! Silver ducks, pulling the top rope down with her! Liz spills over the top rope and—
Skins the cat! She grabs the top rope and flips herself back into the ring, only for Silver to give her a kick to the midsection for all her effort! Silver follows up with a butt smash, planting her bodacious booty right into Liz’s face! Hathaway fall back, and Silver takes advantage, mounting the fallen Liz and begins an assault of open hand slaps to the face! Silver finally dismounts and taunts to the crowd, who give her some light cheers and male-oriented whoops!
Liz struggles onto her knees, trying to disregard the stinging pain across her face. Silver approaches, and Liz delivers a stiff jab to Silver’s abdomen, followed by another! Silver suddenly kills her momentum with a knee lift into Liz’s chin, smacking Hathaway’s open mouth shut! Liz rolls backward onto her feet, albeit with no real energy. Silver acts quickly, hitting Liz with a buzzsaw kick to the side of the head! Hathaway goes down like a sack of lead hammers, and Silver pins!
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Kick-out! Silver growls in frustration, and smirks to herself. An idea! She climbs to the top turnbuckle!
JOEY STYLES: “Madness is about to get some high-flying action here!”
As Liz finally reaches her feet, Silver leaps and soars like a shapely eagle (how disturbing)!
A dropkick! Dropkick from Liz Hathaway on Silver’s descent! The two roll about on the mat, drained of all momentum! The lovers, pitted against one another, can’t seem to come to a conclusion here! The ref begins his double count!
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Liz on her feet!
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10-Nope! Silver, up on her feet at the last moment! Liz rushes over with a quick clothesline, dropping her girlfriend to the mat! Liz follows with a quick elbow drop! Now with some energy to spare, Liz climbs up to the top turnbuckle! Here we go! She jumps off for the Lizsanity!
And Silver rolls out of the way at the last second, causing Liz to smack flat into the mat, bouncing like a rubber ball! Silver climbs to her feet, and Liz bounces up to hers, stumbling over into Silver!
Long Kiss Goodnight! Liz hits the mat, out cold!
Silver hooks the leg!
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Liz kicks out! How in the world?!
Silver sighs, picks up Liz’s head, and gives her a kiss. Liz groans, and Silver rolls her up once more.
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JOEY STYLES: “Well, I suppose Jenna Silver gets to be the shaft tonight, so to speak. …actually, there isn’t much subtlety to that. Jenna Silver wears the dildo tonight.”
| More Human Than Human by White Zombie |
JOEY STYLES: “And of course Theo Pryce would have to make an appearance before his scheduled match. Let’s hope he’s sober enough to make it to the ring without incident.”
Theo Pryce makes his way out from behind the curtains, walks back and forth under the XWFtron and pulls out a microphone.
THEO PRYCE: “Ladies and Gentlemen of Philadelphia, great game by your Eagles yesterday…oh wait that’s right, they got smacked by the pathetic Minnesota Vikings, seems about right, a team of failures representing a city of failures.”
The crowd explodes in a chorus of boos. Clearly Pryce knew just what to say to the Philly faithful.
THEO PRYCE: “Now let’s get down to business. Last week I offered Peter Gilmour, the 1 Billion time XWF Xtreme a chance to face me in the ring with my “Crown” on the line. All he had to do, besides accepting of course was to win a match under the stipulations I chose. The first of which would be that yours truly would be the official guest referee. The second stipulation, that the match would be a singles match. The next stipulation, the match must end in either a tap out or count out, there will be no count outs. I don’t care if I have to make the count in the parking lot of a Burger King because Gilmour suddenly got a craving for a Whopper. And I’m not talking about Rose Smith’s cock either. But now, the part that you all have been waiting for, who will Peter Gilmour be facing? As I said last week it would not be a member of The Black Circle. In fact, I even thought that I would do the Kingly thing and offer my subjects a chance to decide. I posted a little poll backstage and gave the rest of the XWF roster the chance to pick who Gilmours opponent would be, thus sparing me the need to waste my time and effort having to figure it out. And now…for the results…”
Theo Pryce reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper.
JOEY STYLES: “This guy sure does love to hear himself talk.”
THEO PRYCE: “Well that’s interesting. It says here that the Egyptian Snow Pharaoh has beaten out Griffin MacAlister and John Raide. Interesting choice. But you know, fuck that. Fuck the XWF Roster and their choice. And while I have no doubt that the Egyptian Snow Pharaoh and Peter Gilmour would be a match for the ages, I said that I wanted a match that Gilmour could win. And the day I let the XWF decide anything for me will be the day I put a bullet in my brain. So let me think…ahhh…..yes. I know.
Peter Gilmour you wanna be tough guy prick, your opponent will be none other than Luca Arzegotti. That’s right Luca you little rat faced
, next week on Warfare you and Peter Gilmour will square off and I will be there to officiate over it. Consider this an early Christmas present from me to you. I do hope your boy Sid is allowed out of the house to help you out because if not it’s going to be a long night for you I promise you that. Oh and as for you Gilmour, you better bring you’re A game, while Luca is not ESP, he isn’t some throwaway asshole like Eli James either. See you fuckers next week.”
The camera is back at ringside ready for the next match as the booming voice of Scott Charlotte can be heard chanting, "Down With
!" The fans catch wind of this and some are hesitant to chant. A few smarks nearby who know Scott join in with him. The chants become louder and louder as the bell rings for the next match.
| “Shut ‘em Down” by Public Enemy plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “And here comes SEX’s muscle, Ray Peterson! This man is the epitome of human genetics – a veritable freak of muscular nature!”
| “HIDEYAFACE” by Prefuse 73 plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “The return of Tommy Wish! Hopefully, every lady in the building has their shoes on, because apparently, Wish’s big weakness is uh…okay, maybe the Admin Network’s Info Center shouldn’t catalogue these types of things…”
Ray Peterson
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Tommy Wish
Standard Rules
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Ding ding.
The two men stare each other down for a few moments before Peterson and Wish lock up, but Peterson being the stronger of the two wins the tie up battle and takes Wish by theb ack and hits him with a German suplex. Wish hits the mat – hard! Ray stands up and flexes for the crowd; he gets some reaction out of them but not much. Ah, but he’s made a foolish move and has his back to Wish, who is up now.
SMACK!
Wish has slapped the big guy in the back of the head!
Peterson turns around, his face filled with anger but is met with a flurry punches which causes him to stumble backwards. Wish keeps his attack up and has Peterson’s back to the corner turnbuckle! Wish climbs onto the second rope and unleashes a fury of punches!
The crowd starts to count:
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NO! Ray Peterson grabs Wish's final fist and counters with a horrid POWERBOMB!
This time Peterson doesn’t take the time to taunt his opponent and follows up with a storm of stomps before picking Wish up. He hooks Wish’s arms around him and throws him over his head with a Belly-To-Belly suplex!
JOEY STYLES: “What power from the Beast of Straight Edge Xtreme!"
Peterson walks over to the downed Tommy Wish and grabs him by his head. Tommy Wish sends a punch to Peterson's jaw which makes the behemoth let go of Wish, who follows up with more punches and, using all of his strength, he picks up the heavy hitter and slams him down with a spinebuster!
But Wish isn’t done, and locks Peterson in the famous Sharpshooter!
JOEY STYLES: “Oh! The move made famous by Bret "The Hitman" Hart, but will it be enough?"
The sharpshooter is locked in tight! Wish pulls back on Peterson's legs! The ref keeps asking Peterson if he wants to quit, but Peterson won’t have it! He shakes his head as pain runs down his legs and lower back! He looks around, spots the ropes, and, using his upper body strength, starts to crawl toward them! Wish can’t believe it! Peterson’s pulling him!!
Peterson is inches away now! He reaches out with his skillet of a hand!
He’s so close! He can almost touch it!
Reach
Reach
Reach....
Peterson gets a hold of the ropes! The ref starts to pat Tommy's back to tell him Peterson’s got the ropes. Wish grunts his annoyance and lets go of the hold. The ref tells him to back up a few steps so he can check on Peterson, but the big man pushes the ref away and uses the ropes to get himself to his feet. Tommy Wish, not wanting to wait, charges the big man who is now facing the imcoming Wish. Tommy throws a clothesline and hits Peterson…
But nothing happens. Peterson stands his ground as the blow bounces off his pectorals, and Wish goes down hard on his ass. It feels like he hit a brick wall! Wish blinks a few times and gets back up. He runs back at the ropes and bounces off them to give him some extra power. Yet, what he doesn’t notice is that Peterson has done the exact same and now the two are headed right toward one another!
SPEAR!!!!
Peterson hits the spear and goes for the cover!
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Just in time, Tommy Wish kicks out the powerhouse's destructive spear! Unbelievable!
Peterson gets to his feet, dragging Wish up by the arm. The massive man taunts to the crowd, and they eat it up! “Time to finish this,” he cries! Tossing Wish under his arm, Peterson lifts him up onto his shoulder for the Dominator!
No! Wish hooks his arm over Peterson’s head and drops the big man down with a sudden counter move! The Hideyaface (implant DDT)! Incredible counter! Wish drapes his arm over Peterson and the ref counts!
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KICKS OUT! Peterson’s still in this! Wish rolls over onto his back, utterly exhausted! What will it take to put this big guy out?!
After a few moments, Wish is on his feet, occasionally stomping away at Peterson’s sore head and neck! Finally, Wish manages to drag Peterson to his feet, and pulls the monster’s head under his arm. Wish figures he’ll put Peterson away with another Hideyaface! The crowd roars!
Suddenly, Peterson explodes outward, shoving Wish away! Wish bounces off the ropes, and runs right into…
ANOTHER SPEAR! God damn! Wish is damn near torn in half! Peterson hooks the leg!
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Returning from commercial, the camera cuts to the Gorilla Position, just behind the main curtain at the top of the ramp. Much to everyone’s surprise, Heyman and Eldred stand shoulder-to-shoulder, appearing to even be compatriots! What in the world?
Eldred nods to Heyman, who shrugs.
PAUL HEYMAN: “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
MORGAN ELDRED: “Trust me, Mr. Heyman. I have been in the heat of some dangerous situations, but this? This is that line. The line where peace may turn to war – where men must decide whether to stand and assume their roles as the downtrodden, or stand with their backs to the walls and claim their rightful place as men. And today, we earn our gonads.”
PAUL HEYMAN: “What? The fuck does that mean?”
MORGAN ELDRED: “It’s a British colloquialism.”
PAUL HEYMAN: “No, it’s not!”
But before Eldred can retort with something clever, his eye is suddenly drawn to Tri Bute and Olive Pendershore, who are getting in position for their entrances. Eldred and Heyman quickly approach the two, and Eldred shakes their hands with a fervor.
MORGAN ELDRED: “Right, do make me proud out there tonight, yes?”
TRI BUTE: “You got it, future boss-man.”
Olive stares at Eldred’s outstretched hand for a moment before rolling her eyes.
OLIVE PENDERSHORE: “Yeah, whatever.”
Heyman claps his hand on Eldred’s shoulder. The camera moves slightly to reveal Heyman’s other hand has his cell phone pressed to his ear.
PAUL HEYMAN: “I’m gonna go ahead and get my lawyer on the phone now. Should I give yours a ring?”
Eldred sighs.
MORGAN ELDRED: “Yeah, I’d…I’d do that…”
| “When the Lights Go Out” by The Black Keys plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “Now, we get underway with our Main Event! First up is Olive Pendershore! Not gonna lie, I like the cut of this girl’s jib. She’s snarky, sarcastic, and all-around disinterested. Quite an interesting break from the usual psychopaths on this show!”
| “Part of Your World” by Darren Criss plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “And her partner from…the future! Tri Bute, one third of the trios tag champs, will be looking to get his future hands on a win over the prestigious Black Circle!”
| The National Anthem of Nazi Germany plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “Deutschland ueber alles! Here comes NAZI, our November star of the month. This guy’s been on a roll, and his Aryan rage cannot be contained, it seems!”
| “More Human Than Human” by White Zombie plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “Ah, and the king himself, Theo Pryce! Jeez, he’s a king, a CEO of a Fortune 500 company…what can’t he do? Alongside him is former king John Madison…or should I say, former queen? I don’t really know anymore.”
MAIN EVENT
Olive Pendershore & Tri Bute
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Theo Pryce & NAZI
w/John Madison
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The bell rings, and it is Tri Bute against NAZI, locking up in the middle of the ring! NAZI gives a quick kick to Bute’s midsection, followed by some clubbed fist punches to Bute’s back after he bends over. NAZI grabs Bute by the tights and rams him shoulder first through the turnbuckles into the ring post! With Bute groaning in pain, NAZI does a little goose stepping and a “HEIL” chant breaks out!
Bute moves out of the corner, right into a stiff forearm to the kidneys from NAZI, followed by a sudden big boot to the back of the head! Bute goes down, and NAZI goose-steps over to his friendly corner to tag in Theo Pryce!
Pryce leaps over the top rope and strolls confidently over to Tri Bute, grabbing the future star by the head. Bute suddenly unleashes two elbows to Theo’s midsection, taking the king by surprise! But not for long, as Pryce shoots back with a karate chop to Bute’s neck! Pryce follows up by locking in a sleepr hold and hitting a sleeper slam!
On the mat, Theo locks in a rear chinlock, but Bute power out and onto his feet, catching Theo with a rolling backfist! Bute bounces off the ropes, spins, and nails Theo with a sudden lariat! Both men hit the mat, and the crowd begins pounding the floor with stomps, urging the two to continue. Tri Bute explodes out, tagging in Olive Pendershore, who springboards off the apron and catches a rising Theo with a flying clothesline! She kips-up to her feet next to the ropes and urges Theo to get up. But while the ref is busy making sure Tri Bute gets to the apron, NAZI suddenly comes up behind Olive on the apron and tugs on her hair, slamming Pendershore to the mat! A chorus of boos and some cheers from the crowd!
Theo, back in control, crawls over to Olive and locks in an arm bar! But Olive is much too close to the ropes and grabs them, forcing Theo to release the hold, albeit after the ref’s 4 count. Theo backs off for a moment, allowing Olive to get to her feet, still groggy from her head smacking the mat. Theo charges, and catches Olive with a rising knee, causing the gal to flip over his leg and slam into the canvas. He grabs her in a side headlock as she stands, but she shoves Theo away, and he bounces off the ropes, only to be caught by a sudden double-knee facebuster! Olive goes for a pin!
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Theo kicks out! NAZI leans over the ropes, extending his hand for Theo’s tag, but Olive drags the king away, and instead tags in Tri Bute, who leaps off the top turnbuckle with a legdrop onto Theo’s outstretched arm! Theo writhes about in pain, and when he reaches his knees, he’s met by the bottom of Bute’s big boot! Bute picks up the king and lifts him into a standing fireman’s carry. After a few spins, Bute slams Theo down! A pin!
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Theo kicks out, and happens to kick Bute in the face while doing it! Bute rolls off to the side, allowing Theo to tag in his Aryan compatriot.
NAZI bursts into the ring with a running punt to Tri Bute’s face! Bute is forcibly sent into the corner, where he attempts to stand, only to be crushed by a running splash from the big German! Bute stumbles out of the corner, and falls face-first onto the mat.
Scott Charlotte is seen in the crowd yelling profanity at NAZI and Theo Pryce. He takes off his Black Circle jacket then pulls out a lighter. He motions and calls for Pryce and NAZI to look over as he sets the jacket ablaze. The crowd pops for this as well as the fans nearby clear away from the fire. Scott laughs as he drops the flaming jacket on the ground. He jumps over the barricade.
SCOTT: “Let me put that out for you!”
He unzips his pants and begins to piss all over The Black Circle jacket. Enraged, The Black Circle steps out of the ring to attack him. Scott quickly zips up his pants and hops the barricade. He runs through the crowd as the cheer. Theo has just commanded security to give chase while they finish the match. They comply and rush after Scott as he has now made his exit up the steps. The fans are cheering and laughing over Scott seemingly becoming a firefighter in one night. As he runs Scott chants.
SCOTT: “DOWN WITH
!! DOWN WITH
!!”
He rushes through the tunnel as security is close behind. The fans begin a moderate "Down With Carter" chant as most are unsure what to make of Scott Charlotte. Some maybe afraid to chant anything against
and his Black Circle. The moment of distraction is gone as the camera returns to the ring for the match at hand.
The momentary distraction is just enough to allow Olive Pendershore a running start off the apron, as she catches NAZI in the temple with a flying knee strike! Theo fights back with some elbows to Olive’s face, causing her to back off and allow Theo to roll his partner back into the squared circle. With NAZI still down, Tri Bute crawls to his feet and approaches the fallen national socialist. But NAZI suddenly springs to life, rolling Tri Bute into a small package!
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2
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Kickout at the last second! Both men are down, breathing heavily. Both partners outstretch their hands, but NAZI reaches Theo first! Pryce rushes into the ring and pulls Tri Bute away from Olive’s hand, running the potential tag. Theo drops an elbow into the crook of Bute’s leg before performing a knee pull, hoping to take the “rolling” out of Tri Bute’s usual rolling moveset. Theo then follows up with some fist drops to the back of Bute’s head. Grabbing Bute by the boot, Theo drags the future man into the corner and sets him up into a tree of woe. With NAZI holding him upside down, Bute has nowhere to go! Theo lifts Tri Bute’s head, and snaps it down into a reverse semi-elevated DDT!
JOEY STYLES: “Oh, my god! Tri Bute’s neck might be broken! …wait, he’s got future bones. Maybe it’s not broken…”
Either way, Theo goes for the pin!
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2
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Broken up by Olive, who hammers her fist into Theo’s back, forcing him off of her partner!
This causes some blood to boil, and NAZI charges into the ring, hitting Olive with a Sieg Heil Spear. He lifts her up by the hair and shoves a white power finger in her face, scolding her “shitty attitude.” He gives her a sudden kick in the ribs, and lifts her up over his shoulders in a crucifix position! He approaches the ropes!
JOEY STYLES: “No, no, no!”
Yes! The Iron Cross (Celtic powerbomb)! Right over the ropes! Olive smashes back-first into the floor below, and is out like a light! NAZI, under the ref’s direction, rolls out of the ring to continue his assault on the already-broken Pendershore!
Inside the ring, both Tri Bute and Theo Pryce are just about on their feet. Bute sees his moment, as NAZI is preoccupied with sadistic torture, and rolls toward Theo, catching the king by the throat! A Torrential Tri Bute! He lifts Theo into the air!
…
And Theo adjusts mid-air, spinning out of the chokeslam and catching Tri Bute on the way down! Money Talks (RKO)!!!
Theo hooks the leg of Tri Bute!
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3!
| WINNERS: Theo Pryce & NAZI |
While the match is over, the damage isn’t, as NAZI and Theo continue to hammer down on their beaten opponents with stomps and punches galore! A veritable beatdown! NAZI with a boot choke on the fallen Olive Pendershore! Theo mounts Tri Bute for some closed-first punches to the forehead! This is a fucking sadistic beatdown!
Suddenly…
The crowd pops! What’s this? Liz Hathaway and LJ Havok are rushing down the ramp! They slide into the ring and begins brawling with the king, Theo Pryce! NAZI and John Madison leap back into the ring to assist their Black Circle comrade! The brawl continues with punches being thrown on both sides!
Then, Paul Heyman (with phone still glued to his ear), and Morgan Eldred appear on the ramp! They glance down at the battle – Eldred with a slight grin and Heyman with a fearful glance. They are suddenly shoved aside by Eldred’s massive assistant, Cato the Elder, who charges down to the ring to join in on the brawl as the GM’s look on.
JOEY STYLES: “Oh, man! This means war! Madness has erupted into a civil war tonight, as the Madness roster continues the battle against the Black Circle! What the hell could this mean for the Administration Network? I am not sticking around to see what Shane
has to say about this! I’ve been Joey Styles, your voice of Madness, and I am getting out of here before I get handed a pink slip!”
Madness fades out to the sight of the brawl continuing all across the outside floor. Black Circle vs. Madness.
THANKS TO:
Paul Heyman
Michael McBride
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