Post by Wade Mason on Nov 11, 2009 15:06:41 GMT -5
Welcome to the 10th edition of TGW's Animosity! I am your host, Stan Brooks, and we have another great show lined up. Tonight's main event will pit the TGW Volitionary Champion, Russell Franchise, against a member of the Blacklist, Jack Darling. The winner of the match will win a spot into the Championship Scramble match at Onslaught. A rumbling going on backstage is that AJ Adams is in the building, despite being given the night off to rest and recover from recent injuries.
The camera abruptly switches backstage and Wade Mason is standing in his office, yelling.
Mason: “What do you mean you signed off on it!?!?”
Standing against the wall of his office, Chris Anderson, one of the TGW Commissioners, stood and smile. He loosened his red tie and undid the top button of his shirt.
Anderson: “I know you are excited for the title match at Onslaught, but I mean come on – really? You want True Glory to be about real wrestling, competition, and making splashes. Half of the world thinks your champion is a joke, therefore making your title a joke. So, if he can make it past what was set forth, then he REALLY deserves that title.”
Mason: “Get out of my office.”
Anderson chuckles and walks out, Mason shoving the door as he left. He reaches into his inside jacket pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He dials a number and sighs heavily.
Mason: “Find Blazenwing. If you see him get him into my office.”
I'm not sure what just happened there but that is the first time we've seen Chris Anderson on a TGW camera and it appears he just got on the bad side of Wade Mason. All we know is it's something involving our TGW Champion, David Blazenwing.
Well, I'm not sure how to introduce this. The team that took on the Blacklist last week is standing in the middle of the ring to start our show.
"Your attention please!"
The crowd's attention turns to Wilson Cronix, RU Trippin', Tommy O, and Noah Johnson, who are standing in the middle of the ring. Cronix has the microphone.
"Just one week ago, Wade Mason signed the four of us to TGW! He told us... we had a bright future. He told us that we were going to develop inside of one of the best upcoming companies in the wrestling world. But as everyone watching might have seen last week, things didn't turn out that way."
He shakes his head and the crowd gives some mild murmurings of sympathy.
"I was humiliated! I was sneak attacked! I had burning black mist spat into my eyes, I had years taken off of my bright career! But I've some a little... examination. And I know what went wrong. I know why those big mouth clowns in the Blacklist survived last week. I UNDERSTAND the roadblock to building our legacy as the best in the world today." Cronix swivels around and boots Tommy O in the gut, following up with a spinning neckbreaker. "IT WAS YOU!"
By now, RU Trippin', who took the pinfall last week, is already on top of Noah Johnson, pummeling him with hard lefts and rights. Cronix picks up the mic as Trippin pulls Johnson into a spinning sitout sideslam.
"That was the RU 486, the most devastating move in wrestling - EVER. And I am MATTHEW Cronix - real name, Wade Mason, that's a goddamn shoot! And I am the best technical wrestler IN THE WORLD, the best high flyer IN THE WORLD, and the most extreme man, you guessed it, IN THE WORLD. Collectively -"
They stop, booting Tommy and Noah out of the ring. "Collectively, we are The High Class, the most Blazin' Amazin' alliance that professional wrestling has EVER seen. And we will not ever be stopped like that again by anyone. Micheal Hyde? You're a creep! You're a weirdo! What the hell are you doing here? You don't belong here, oh no! Darren Moore? You're a fathead reject in tights and we're gonna be here long after you've flamed out? Q, you obvious homosexual, I will turn your asshole inside out and make you wear it like a hat if I see you backstage! Alyson Starr - you can take those flippy moves of yours and *BEEEEEEEP* on my *BEEP* while your daddy watches and gives me a high five! Timmy C and you other generic nobody, all the way up to whoever's world champion for the next two weeks... you're on notice! The High Class will NOT be denied. And if you don't like THAT?"
He hands the mic over, and RU smiles. "...then you must be trippin'."
The classic opening to Jimi Hendrix's Purple Haze hits as this new team leaves - Tommy O and Noah Johnson are still trying to recover on the outside...
That was, interesting to say the least. I personally haven't heard of any official signing of these four men but who knows.
Alyson Starr Vs. Darren Moore Vs. Jake Norton
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Starr stops about halfway down the ramp and looks in at Norton and Moore standing toe-to-toe. Suddenly the two men start trading blows - Starr shrugs her shoulders, rolls in and rolls out, and the bell rings officially bringing a start to this match. Starr continues to watch on in the aisle as Norton and Moore fight it out in the ring . Inside the ring, Moore hits a stinging suplex on Maniac and rolls into a mount, delivering a flurry of punches. Norton tries to bridge up, bu the pushing motion creates a gap in his defense, and Moore tries to roll into an armbar. Norton rolls out before the hold can get locked in and backs away as Starr sneaks up onto the turnbuckle.
Norton manages to duck out of the way of an incoming elbow and backhands Starr, sending her flying back onto the floor. Moore with a huge uppercut - he slings him towards the center of the ring and goes for the cover, only gets two. Both men pull themselves up, and Norton tries for a punch but Moore just walks through it with a big belly to belly suplex.
Moore takes his time on the way over and lays in with fully wound up kicks to Norton's back. After another cover, he pulls Norton up and hits a big forearm that backs him into the ropes, then follows the combo with a spinning kick that sends Norton through the ropes. Moore keeps the pressure up, dragging Norton's leg to the ringpost and ramming it in. With Norton still in agony on the outside, Moore comes back in, drapes it over the ring ropes, and sits on it, stretching it painfully. Before he can do much more with it, Starr enters the fray, whipping him around and hitting a combination of punches. Moore throws a heavy haymaker, and Starr ducks, tripping him up and hitting a standing moonsault for a two count.
Moore throws Alyson Starr upwards, hits a shinbreaker and transfers to a Texas cloverleaf - of course there wouldn't be much luck with Norton picking away and waiting, and he breaks the hold with a sloppy lariat before Starr can even think about registering the pain, let alone tapping. Starr thanks him by kicking him in the knee... Norton looks at her long and hard - and then dumps her over the top rope again. Norton decides he needs to get some momentum and goes to work on Moore's back, finally lifting him into a bodyslam, transferring into a cross-knee backbreaker, then rolling it for a possible submission. Moore, after about 15 seconds doesn't give in, so Norton picks him back up, but his knee buckles and he drops The Iceman - and has just enough time to curse before Moore comes with a hard sweep kick to the knee, then ANOTHER one that sends Norton on his back. Norton rolls over to get some wind, but Starr shoves him in the back, and falls into Moore who hits a big Fisherman's Suplex for two.
Norton kicks out and rolls Moore for two. Norton gets up, walks off some of the knee pain, then picks Moore up, backs him into the corner face first, and shoulderblocks his back a couple of times, then knees him in the back a couple of times. Norton hooks his head into a reverse DDT position, but ends up eating a flying kick from Starr who gets a big burst of applause from the crowd. Alyson, sensing she might need help getting the win here, starts to undo the turnbuckle - but quickly draws the ref's attention. With the ref was busy chewing Starr out, Norton hits a modified C-4 on Moore and goes for the pin! Norton holds him there for a few seconds, but by the time the ref gets back over it's only a two count. Norton curses, shoves the ref out of the way and grabs Starr. Starr reverses and slides behind him, but Norton hits the back elbow, flips her around, and hits the Anguish on Starr and leaves the ring.
What the hell?
He's halfway up the ramp, but making an odd gesture to the ref. Finally getting it, he checks Starr's hand - and she's clearly out cold. The ref calls for the bell and awards the victory to Norton!
Winner: Jake Norton [Via KnockOut]
[/right]Moore is shocked at this turn of events and gives Norton a nasty look, clearly expecting to have gone all the way to the finish with him. Norton licks his lips and gives Moore a deranged smile before leaving through the curtain.
Wade Mason is shown, sitting behind his desk, when a knock comes on his door. He seems to have calmed down for thetime being as he bids the knocker to enter, and a man with white hair, looking to be in his late fifties enters the room. He's a rather stately looking Caucasian gentleman, and he's carrying a very expensive looking attache case. Mason stands up from his chair, and introduces himself.
"Hi, I'm Wade Mason. What can I do for you?"
The older man smiles kindly, and replies. "Hi, Mr. Mason. You're just the man I was looking for."
With that, the man sets the case on Mason's desk, and opens it, removing an envelope, which he hands to Mason. Mason opens it, and reads it silently. As he reads, his expression changes, his face becoming dark with anger for the second time tonight. As he finishes, he looks up at the man, who stands there calmly, and says two words.
"Get out."
The man, manages a weak smile, but doesn't move to leave just yet.
"I am instructed, sir, to report to my employer whether or not you intend to adhere to the contents of the letter."
Mason rolls his eyes, and rubs his temples in frustration. For long moments, he doesn't speak. Then, finally, he replies.
"I don't suppose I have much of a choice, do I?"
The old man nods, his grandfatherly smile never leaving his face.
"Then I bid you farewell, Mr. Mason."
The old man exits the office, and Mason re-takes his seat, looking over the letter once again, and appearing quite upset as the shot fades.
The camera shows Jake Norton walking down the halls after his match against Moore and Starr. He stops as Kirsten Shelley walks up to him.
Shelley: Jake, just wanted to get a few thoughts about the match you just had, and to ask about why you attacked Jack Darling last week with a tazer.
Norton: Look, it's simple, I--
He doesn't get much farther, as while he's speaking, a door opens behind him, and Jack Darling jams a tazer into Norton's neck. The man drops, twitching and convulsing, and Darling stands over him.
Darling: Miss me, bitch?
He bends down and jams the tazer in between Norton's legs, causing the man to jerk upright, while Shelley screams in the background.
Darling: You have no earthly idea who you're fucking with, do you?
He withdraws the tazer, and Norton slumps over, groaning in pain, body still twitching. Darling then jams the device into his kidneys, causing him to arch and let out a scream.
Darling: Come on, Norton. You like making pithy quotes, don't ya? Isn't this the part where you shout "DON'T TAZE ME, BRO?"
The tazer jams forward again.
Darling: "DON'T TAZE ME, BRO!"
He jams it a third time, then pulls back, grimacing and waving a hand in front of his face.
Darling: Goddamn, did you shit your pants, Jake?
He grabs him by the hair and hooks him under the arm, dragging him upright enough to hurl him into the room he'd emerged from. That finished, Darling pulls the door almost shut, then extracts a tear gas canister from his belt.
Darling: You shit your goddamn pants, Jake!
He pulls the pin on the canister, then tosses it into the room with Norton before slamming the door and snapping off a key in the lock.
Darling: Well, why don't you cry about it, Jakey?
He turns around, and sees a terrified Kirsten Shelley looking at him. Darling slowly approaches her, leans forward and speaks two simple words:
Darling: Fuck off.
She does, the cameraman following, as coughing and retching noises emanate from the tear gas-filled room.
Coming into view is the TGW Champion, David Blazenwing. He has just recently walked into the building as he is still carrying his bags. He is heading down the hallway of the Google Arena and to the dressing rooms. He stops dead in his tracks as Reina Morgan is standing down the hallway. The two lock eyes and Dave is ready to defend himself.
He gets slammed into the wall nearest him from behind. Teresa Quaranta turns him around as Blazenwing is knocked for a loop, she lands a spinning back elbow, and DBlaze falls backwards. A referee is pushed into the scene by Chris Anderson, before he walks away. Blazenwing charges Quaranta and the two begin to exchange lefts and rights. DB smashes Quaranta's head off a nearby table, following it up with a suplex onto the table. She falls off the other side and throws a bottle of open water in the face of the Champion to just startle him for a brief moment. Quaranta jumps over the table and lands a hard kick to the head! DB hits the wall behind him hard but doesn't back down. He looks for a clothesline but she ducks it, then lands a serious of knees to the gut. She pushes DBlaze around with a few more hard knees before finally jumping up and hitting a double knee to the head, the Devil's Advocate!
Quaranta catches her breath for a brief moment, allowing Blazenwing to regain himself and he lands a hard kick to the gut. He steps back and charges for the Full Effect, but Quaranta saw it coming and ducks! She trips him up and locks in the Death of the Future! Blazenwing refuses to give up and he flails about, trying to get free. He reaches back and grabs a nearby platter, once holding food, and nails Quaranta in the head. She lets go of the hold, the tray only doing minor damage with it so thin. Blazenwing is to his feet however and hits a hard right. He tries for a left she locks up his arm and hits an armdrag, sending DBlaze through the table that was by them! Quaranta covers!
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3!
Winner: And NEW TGW Champion, Teresa Quaranta [Via Pinfall]
[/right]I can't believe it! This is what Anderson was talking about! He signed some sort of match between Quaranta and Blazenwing without Mason knowing, nor did Blazenwing. We have a new champion but even more controversy surrounds it than ever before.
Darren Moore is seen walking around the backstage area, just having changed into his streetclothes. Harvey Clayton comes strolling into the scene with a bottle of Wild Turkey 101. Harvey’s eyes are parched red and could be compare to the seize of a lemur’s as he immediately cracks into laughter at the sight of Moore. Darren, unaffected by Harvey’s intoxicated attitude, proceeds to walk on through him.
“WHA DA FUK DA YA TINK YA GOIN’?”
Moore glares him a good look in the eyes as he steps toe to toe with the drunken fool.
“OH, OH IC. ICEBURR GOTTA PROBLEM WIT MEH?! BITCH, YA TINK ‘CAUSE YA EAT AT SUBWAY YA ASS CAN TOUCH TIS?”
Harvey flexes his muscles out of arrogance. Moore rolls his eyes which only frustrates the alcoholic more.
“FUK THAT, FUK THAT! BITCH, YA GONNA GET IT TONIGHT. WATCH, YA GONNA DIE. NORTON WILL KILL YA, CAUSE WHA CAN A PUPPY DOG BITCH LIKE YA GET FROM THIS MATCH? NOTHING! YA A FAILURE BOII. A FUKIN’ FAILURE.”
Clayton obviously hadn't seen how the events of Moore's first match had played out. Clayton pokes and prods at Moore and it hit a nerve.
“One more word, and I might just have to beat you just like your bitch of a boyfriend.”
Harvey carefully and clumsily mumbles.
“Puppy dog BIT-”
Moore grabs Harvey’s whiskey and sprays it into Harvey’s eyes. Clayton howls out of pain as he hesitates to remove the liquid with his sweaty palms. Moore punts Harvey in the stomach causing him to tumble enough for Moore to nail his devastating high angled pedigree. Harvey cracks the cement and lays unconscious. Moore assembles himself and just glares at the camera with his emotionless eyes.
“You’re next.”
Hyde Vs. Q Vs. Eklund
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Hyde and Q tie up and shove a bit before letting go and tying up again. Q drops down for a leg trip, then headlock's Hyde from behind while still holding in the clinch on the left leg. Hyde stomps on Q's foot, gets to his feet, and is nailed with an armdrag takedown by Q that sends him across the ring. Not one to miss an open shot, Eklund finally makes his move, charging the painted man. Hyde reacts quickly, dumping him overboard, giving Q a sarcastic round of applause and advancing on him with a series of heavy punches that Q just barely manages to evade.
They tie up again, and Hyde goes behind with a hammerlock. Q tries to twist out of it, and does, getting Hyde into an armwringer. Hyde drops down and takes down Q with a fireman's carry, then scissorlocking Q's head. Q slips out and dives forward into a grounded side headlock, after a few seconds, Hyde slips out and pulls Q in a side headlock of his own. Q rises up, and hits Hyde with a back suplex, then in an impressive show of agility, bridges the move for fast two count. Both men spring up, and Hyde nets an armdrag takedown into an armbar. Q slowly works to his feet, reverses the armwringer into a short-arm clothesline - Hyde ducks. When they turn around - they both run into a big clothesline from Erik Eklund to the delight of the crowd, who just love to see a wrecking machine go to work.
Eklund wasting no time as he picks Hyde up by the neck and throws him into the turnbuckles and connects with a devastating series of chops - he lifts him into a brainbuster, but amazingly Hyde punches his way out of it, lands under Eklund and hits a snap dropkick to the back of the knees. The two of them trade right hands blows, Hyde standing and Eklund kneeling, CHARGE BY Q, and he leapfrogs the Viking and splashes Hyde, rolling him up for two - another impressive show of agility from the eccentric athlete. His reward? Some cheering and a boot to the chest from an angry viking biker motherfucker.
Eklund follows up with a couple of forearm strikes across the face and ribs of Q, then tries for a bodyslam, but Q slides behind him, shoves him into the ropes and gets a two count on a rollup. Eklund rises and is hit with an armdrag from Q, then a diving tackle to the knee - Hyde finishes that combo,
getting on the second rope then dropping with a flying elbow right onto Eklund's knee.
Hyde then dropped 3 successive elbows onto Eklund's knee before going for a spinning toehold. Eklund grits his out and kicks forward, increasing the wear on his leg, but getting Hyde off him and into the ropes...Hyde bounces back and is caught and transferred into another brainbuster, but Eklund's leg gives out and Hyde falls on top of Duncan - it gets a two count before Q breaks the pin. The two of them trade whips before Q dumps Hyde overboard and goes to work on Eklund's leg - that's gonna hurt his mobility, and his ability to use that devastating power game.
Q now takes that leg and goes for an excruciating Dragon Screw, and Micheal Hyde reaches the top rope! Neither of them see it until Hyde collides with the big dropkick to the back of Eklund's knee that sends him colliding into the ref and shooting to the ground in pain. Hyde slowly gets up - and gets the pink mist from Q! Hyde rolls out of the ring completely disoriented as Q pulls the Mexican Surfboard on Eklund - it's Hyde's signature move! And Eklund taps out, ending the hostilities at least for this week.
Winner: Q [Via Submission]
[/right]Q leaves the ring with one of the first smiles we've seen from him in a while, Hyde's out at ringside, kicking chairs and cursing with a big smearing of pink on top of the paint he's ALREADY got, and Double E is clutching his leg
"Hey!"
The camera shakes as it's run down the hallway, and Kirsten Shelley runs along with it, closing in on Teresa Quaranta, who's pacing the halls with Reina Morgan, who's out this week with a minor shoulder injury.
And the TGW Title.
"Talk to me."
Reina turns on her with a snarl. "Can't you see we're a little busy? Go bug Jake Norton or something."
Teresa taps Reina on the shoulder. "It's fine. Make it fast."
Shelley smiles and pivots towards the camera. "We're here with the new TGW champion, you just -"
"You know, when I said that David Blazenwing wouldn't make it to Onslaught I thought that he'd get a bunch of lumps on his head or something that ruined his motor functions or something. But what do you know - typical David Blazenwing. As much as he likes to pose and preen and make proclamations about HIS COMPANY everytime something falls into his lap he managed to evaporate like an ice cube in a microwave over once some actual talent stepped into the ring. And when I said that November 30th would mark the end of TGW all these viewers know and love, even I didn't expect Christmas to come before Thanksgiving. So to all of the Taco Bell eating, Google loving limpwristed LOSERS here in San Diego - here's your headline. Your latest walk on hero was a failure, just like AJ Adams, just like Cody Only, just like the next one will be - you now have a new champion, and you'll have plenty of time to get used to her, because I'm not going to drop it after two weeks like the last three chuckleheads."
"Well.. that's what I wanted to ask you about. The Onslaught Pay-Per-View... it's still coming up."
Teresa's face falls with the sudden realization.
"There's still going to be a roughly 2 hour long falls count anywhere defense the night of the show. And there's still a series of qualifying matches and a battle royal to determine competitors for a five way Scramble match in the main event. Are you worried about -"
"What - what kind of question is that? Of course I'm not worried? No."
"And that first qualifying match is tonight and it's going to feature your own partner in the Blacklist... Jack Darling."
The crowd cheers, probably more at the first chance at internal dissent than any real like of The Bastard. Teresa looks at Reina... and then back at the interviewer. "I see what you're trying to do. I get your question and I don't like it -"
"You're now in the crosshairs of the entire roster - is it going to be harder for the Blacklist to put up a united front now that one of you actually has the -"
Teresa gives Shelley a hard shove into the wall and storms off with Reina. Shelley winces at the blow, but after a few seconds she turns to the camera.
"Did we get all that?"
Wade Mason is shown, standing in the ring, a microphone in his hand. He does not look best pleased. He is holding a piece of paper in his hand, and is muttering something to himself, before raising the microphone, and beginning to speak to the crowd.
Mason: Ladies and Gentlemen....earlier, I was visited by a man, who brought me a legal document. It is a Cease And Desist Order from the state of Nevada, and it appears to be legitimate, though I can promise we WILL check the validity of it a soon as possible. Although I can't imagine a more dickish move, it seems that-
At that moment, the voice of Freddie Mercury erupts over the PA, the lyrics....unmistakable. "HERE I AM!!! I'M THE MASTER OF YOUR DESTINY!!! I AM THE ONE, THE ONLY ONE - I AM THE GOD OF KINGDOM COME - GIMME THE PRIZE!!! JUST GIMME THE PRIZE!!"
The crowd erupts at the first note, and all eyes, along with the camera, focus on the entryway. Moments later, eight men dressed in black suits come out from the back, and line the aisle. A brief moment later, a strikingly attractive woman dressed in a solid black skirt and matching top, walks out.
The crowd, unfamiliar with this woman, doesn't quite know how to react to her. She stops, holding her hand out as one of the men accompanying her places a microphone in it.
Woman: Likely, you all do not know who I am. There will be time for introductions in a moment. Mr. Mason, please, read the order.
Mason: I was just about to, actually. At any rate, here goes....
"To: Wade Mason, True Glory Wrestling
Re: Order to Cease And Desist
In regard to copyright protection, The corporation Scott Free Enterprises has demonstrated that they own copyrights on two (2) phrases that have recently been used, without remuneration or consent, on both True Glory Wrestling programming, to wit, the televised show Animosity, and also on the True Glory Wrestling website. (http://trueglory.proboards.com/index.cgi)
On October 18, 2009, a video vignette was posted by a professional wrestler, publicly known as AJ Adams, and released for view by the public on the True Glory Wrestling Website. This vignette has been demonstrated to contain a phrase that is copyright protected by Scott Free Enterprises. This phrase was spoken by the professional wrestler known to the public as AJ Adams, and was used without permission. This phrase is the intellectual property of Scott Free Enterprises, and is/has been used with permission by the wrestler, publicly known as Scott Free.
Also, on November 2, 2009, the professional wrestler, publicly known as Jake Norton, spoke a phrase on the televised program Animosity that has been demonstrated to this court to be copyright protected, owned by Scott Free Enterprises, without remuneration or consent. This phrase is the intellectual property of Scott Free Enterprises, and is/has been used with permission by the wrestler, publicly known as Scott Free. As owner/operator of True Glory Wrestling, it is maintained that Wade Mason is responsible for these instances. Pursuant to the federal copyright act, such use is unlawful. Accordingly, you are notified to cease use of the above named works and/or intellectual property.
The copyright code provides for substantial statutory damages and other remedies for infringement.
Should you require any additional information, please contact us in writing.
Yours very truly,
Lucius Fox
Free, Denham & Fox LLP"
As he finished the document, Mason appears very agitated. He looks up the aisle, to where the woman stands waiting. After a moment, he begins to speak once again into the mic.
Mason: You know, it's not like I control what comes out of other people's mouths, Mrs. Free.
Woman: You may call me Emma, Mr. Mason. And as for your level of control, I suggest you heighten it a good deal. The level of legal torment that Scott Free Enterprises can bring to bear on your company is likely more than you can afford. Our resources are nearly limitless, Mr. Mason....are yours?
Mason: Emma...I-
Emma West-Free: It's not very complicated, Mr. Mason. You either prevent your employees from infringing on the intellectually property created by my late husband, and owned by the company he founded, or you will pay the price. I have no qualms about putting this....company...out of business. Do not try me.
At that, Wade throws up his hands in exasperation, and Mrs. Free turns and leaves.
Backstage, Shane Magnus turns a corner of the hallway and walks right into a chest to chest shove by none other than AJ Adams. Magnus smiles and goes to speak, but Adams interrupts him.
“I've been sitting at home this week hearing you spew shit from your mouth about me worried about my look rather than putting up a fight. You want to see a show of resistance against the Blacklist? After your match, make sure you're near a TV or hell, standing on the stage. Just make sure you get to see the main event tonight. I'll show you what I fucking care about.”
Adams walks past Magnus and the two men hit shoulders and leave with the tension in the air.
The Blacklist [V & Teresa Quaranta] Vs. Shane Magnus
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The match had been turned into a handicap 2 on 1 match because David Blazenwing couldn't make it to the ring after what happened backstage. Magnus and V start the match with a traditional lock up, each trying to get the upper hand. Magnus swings around and tries to lock in a hammerlock but V is able to slide right out of it into one of his own. Magnus drops to his knees and hits a snapmare on V, following it up with a sleeper hold of sorts. Magnus applies more pressure to the hold but V tries to stand. He hits a few elbows to Magnus, who finally breaks the hold, and get dropped with a snap suplex. V turns around and tags in the new TGW Champion, Teresa Quaranta.
Quaranta climbs in the ring and is immediately met with a right jab from Magnus. Magnus tries to battle the Blacklist himself but Quaranta connects with a hard knee to the gut. She backs up and lands a hard kick to the shins, making Magnus reach down, falling right into a knee to the head. Quaranta smiles down at him and goes to lift him, but Magnus hits an elbow to the head of the champ. He follows it up with a northern lights suplex and tries to a bridged pin!
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2./ V is there to break it up.
Magnus gets a hard stomp to the gut before getting lifted to his feet by V. V then sends him hard into the corner and charges, connecting with a hard spear. The referee gets V out of the ring but the damage had been done. Quaranta lifts Magnus to the top rope, looking for some sort of suplex. Magnus comes to and shoves the champ from the top rope! He waits for her to get to her feet and flys, hitting a axe handled smash. He gets the crowd behind him as he lifts Quaranta back to her feet, sending her off the ropes, and meeting her with a Double A spinebuster! Magnus goes to keep the momentum going by pulling her back up again, but is hit with a drop toe hold, falling flat on his face.
Quaranta crawls to the corner and makes the tag to V! Magnus is back up and the two begin to exchange lefts and rights. The crowd starts to go nuts as David Blazenwing makes his way down to the ring and pulls Quaranta off the apron! He stands to land a few hard shots but Quaranta battles back. The two start to fight up the stage and finally behind the curtain. V is busy watching his partner leave and finally turns around, and right into a Peace Maker from Magnus! Cover!
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Winner: Shane Magnus [Via Pinfall]
[/right]Have you checked out TGW Online recently? Here is something you may have missed in the past week!
It's obvious to anyone with a lick of sense that The Blacklist is Jack Darling's show. He's 'Scooby', you guys are just the 'Doo', if you follow. Don't get too offended, but it's pretty obvious. Darling is obviously the man with the power in your group. After this Monday, he'll be the only one of you that has avoided having to get in the ring with me. So yeah, he's the man with all the stroke amongst the four of you. All you, V and Morgan are? Jack Darling's ass kissers. That's right. He says "jump!", you three ask "How high, Mr. Darling?" He says "stop!", you chime right in, "Hammer time!" And best believe, Teresa, that if Jack Darling stops too quickly, he's gonna have to have your head removed from his rectum.
Russell Franchise Vs. Jack Darling
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With it being time for the main event, we will find out who will take the first spot in the Championship Scramble match at Onslaught. Jack Darling waits in the ring and Russell Franchise is announced, but doesn't show. They announce him for a second time but still nothing. The referee is about to award the match to Darling when AJ Adams' music hits and me makes his way to the ring. He hands the referee a piece of paper and the match is announced as Darling and Adams.
The fans are going nuts as Adams stretches out and the two finally lock up. Darling gets the kick upper hand by hitting a hard elbow to the bandaged head of Adams that sends him staggering. Darling comes firing with lefts and rights but Adams throws up his forearms to block. Darling doesn't hesitate and lands a hard kick to the gut on Adams, followed up by an European uppercut. Adams hits off the ropes but fires right back with a hard clothesline, sending Darling bouncing off the mat. He pops back up and is hit with a belly to belly suplex. Darling rolls to his feet and lands a stiff kick to the head of Adams as he tries to stand. The fans “oooo” as Adams falls over.
Darling laughs and pulls Adams to his feet and sends him off the ropes. Darling looks for a lariat but Adams ducks under and hits a lungblower backbreaker! Adams doesn't go for the cover and pulls Darling up, looking for the Last Call. Darling drops Adams with a spinebuster instead and rolls to a knee. Adams is shaken, looks like he hit his head hard. Adams climbs his to his feet and walks into the Death Via Darling II! Adams leg starts to shake and he grabs his head in pain. The ref calls for the bell!
Winner: Jack Darling [Awarded Match, Adams not fit to continue]
[/right]Darling stands over Adams as we fade to black.