Post by Wade Mason on Nov 17, 2009 14:17:39 GMT -5
Welcome to Animosity Eleven! I am your host as always, Stan Brooks, and with a huge co-main event and a shot for the Onslaught main event at stake, we should get right to the action!
*LOUD boos as one Jack Darling comes out from behind a dressing room door. On his way to the ring, Harvey Clayton comes stumbling into the scene with his trademarked wild turkey 101. Swishing it around his cheeks like mouth wash, he gargles, and spits barely missing Darling.*
“YA BITCH! YA FUCKING KILLED MY NIGGA NORTON”
Darling smirks, “Is he dead? Let me know where NOT to send flowers.”
“YA FUCKIN’ THINK YA’RE FUNNY?”
“Excuse me! Excuse me, coming through.”
A man appears rushing through the pair with a package and wearing a U.P.S. uniform on.
“Are you, Mr. Jack-Off Darling?”
“Oh, how cute, let me guess... Francis?”
“This package was just directed for me to deliver this to you, sir.”
Darling takes the package and begins to unravel it. Lifting the box to his face, he says “It seems like nothing's in here? Heh. Figures.”
“FAAAALCON PUNCH!”
The U.P.S. deliveryman punches his hand directly into the box which surprisingly slips itself perfectly onto Darling’s head. Sending him back against the wall. Instantly, Darling is heard coughing horrifically out of exhaustion. A face leans next to Darling's left ear and smiles before mumbling,
“Don’t punch me with a box of fresh shit, bro.”
Darling soars from the floor after the man, and Norton chuckles as Clayton and the U.P.S. man lock him in a double half-nelson.
“DON’T FUCKING PUNCH ME WITH A BOX OF FRESH SHIT, BRAH!”
Norton approaches and ferociously head butts the box of manure into Darlings face. Darling's body reacts as if he was a vegetable.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”-Reina screams as she charges into the scene.
The four stare down before slowly turning away and disassembling. Reina rushes over to Jack who lifts the box and snarls at the mess.
"Uggh."
Reina just cusses some more.
Russell Franchise vs. V
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Here's a huge opening match on Animosity - a qualifier for the Onslaught main event. V is a week off from his debut where he got a flash pin from Shane Magnus, but he still has a chance to make an impression against the Volitionary Champion. Franchise, on the other hand, is hoping that his long title reign and his great performance in the main event at Retribution will help him vault to a spot in the TGW World Title match and a chance to knock Teresa Quaranta off before she can get comfortable with the title. The match starts off as violently as you might expect - V makes a dive towards Franchise, rolls him off his feet, and lays some punches directly into his chest. Franchise covers up and tries to avoid, but when that doesn't work he bridges out of the mount, it doesn't stop V from following up with a bunch of stomps to the chest, drawing boos from the crowd.
Franchise rolls over, and slumps against the ropes, and V charges in with a running elbow that has Franchise limping - but V might hae advanced too soon, as he moves into follow up, Franchise lets out with a big clothesline. V gets up - just in time for another clothesline, and then he's up in time for a second - Franchise throws V into the ropes and dives off with an impressive shoulder block, flattening him in the middle of the ring.
Franchise pulls him up into a nasty elbow but makes a big mistake when he goes to the well a second time - V catches the elbow and transfers the hold into a crossface chickenwing for a minute, but when Franchise shifts his momentum and body weight, V steps aside and traps the extended arms of the ex-NFL player, hitting him with a series of headbutts until the ref breaks the hold. Franchise slowly gets to his feet, eliciting a smile from the mysterious newcomer. They circle again, and again Franchise's straight up approach doesn't take him places - V waits for his spot, ducks the big punches, and gradually cuts him down with kicks to the leg, then forces him into a sleeper hold. It's only on for a few seconds, as Franchise maneuvers his way to his feet, shoots a few elbows, and comes off the rope with a big boot - V steps aside and starts to wrench the grounded leg into some sort of weird submission hold - but Franchise shows his quickness, rolling out of the submission and kicking him off - Franchise kips up and flattens V with a clothesline. The A-Game seizes the oppurtunity, lifing him and pulling out a Russian Leg Sweep for two.
The ball is still in Franchise’s court - he calls for V to get up and when he drives a knee into V's head with a venomous look. He repeats this a few times before getting into a three point stance and going for the Game Changer - V grabs the arm and lifts him into a running Argentine for two. V with an Irish whip into the turnbuckle - as he goes for a running strike, Franchise grabs the leg and hits a suplex for two. Nice technical ability from Franchise as he tries a leg scissors, V steadily gets to his feet and breaks the hold where the leverage is weakest and dives onto him - Franchise rolls around and tries to suplex him - V keeps his body centered low to the ground, making him harder to lift , then spins into a discus punch.
V lifts Franchise into the Rexall - Franchise slides out of it and goes for the Franchise tag - V floats out and hooks the arm for a second time, hitting the Rexall for the pin and the title shot at Onslaught.
Winner: V
[/right] Franchise is in disbelief after V picks up the win. V climbs out of the ring and starts to head to the back, leaving the Volitionary Champion hanging his head. Just before Franchise starts to head to the back, "Stay Alive" by Trapt starts to play and out walks Wade Mason. Mason looks almost perplexed as he begins to speak.
Mason: So, straight and to the point is the only way I can think of doing this. On Saturday, a package arrive at my doorstep. I opened up, thinking it was something personal that I had been waiting on. Well I was wrong. Russell, inside was a drug test result, that you had taken last Monday night. They found drugs in your system, Russ. Clearly all kinds of violations. As of this moment, Russell Franchise is hereby stripped of the TGW Volitionary Title.
The fans can't believe it and Franchise has a mixture of expressions on his face. And slowly, all of them turn to anger.
A familiar area, a familiar interviewer, a familiar couple of subjects,watching the end of the match on a monitor, and a familiar championship title.
"Uh, I'm Kirsten Shelley, here with Reina Morgan and the TGW World Champion - another member of the Blacklist is going to the TGW Title match at Onslaught. Teresa, I know you've been very praising of V since he arrived -"
Teresa just looks at her.
"And it seems like you know more about him than anyone here does..."
More looking.
"So with the TGW Title being on the line..."
And more looking.
"Were you... were you rooting for him to pick up that win over Russell Franchise, or were you hoping that you wouldn't have to face -"
Teresa starts to say something, and Reina shoves her hand into the camera. "Bitch, if you don't -"
The feed abruptly cuts.
Jake Norton vs. Q
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Norton circles the ring grin and all waiting for Q to appear through the curtain. The arena lights shut off completely. Every single one of them. “Emerge” by Fischerspooner blasts off from the surround system, and yet no fabulous Q like entrance is made. The announcer begins to repeat himself after introducing Q several times, making it very noticeable that Q isn’t appearing through the curtains. The lights turn back on as Norton waits hanging himself over the top ropes glaring at the entrance ramp. The referee quietly approaches Norton and raises his hand declaring him the winner of the match.
“Where the fuck is Q?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Norton, but you win by default.”
“I don’t want a little cheap victory win. I want Queef boy to fucking appear right now.”
“I’m sorry sir, but the rules clearly state that-”
Norton strikes the referee with a right hand and quickly applies his devastating Eraser maneuver on the helpless ref. Security rushes the ring and Norton faces the guards down with a microphone.
"I guess this is a draw by disqualification or something. Q! Q, I don't have for-fucking-ever! We are gonna do this EVERY WEEK until you show the fuck up!"
Security finally rushes the ring, and we cut away -
To two familiar looking young workers walking the halls backstage. The crowd gives a little pop for Tommy O and Noah Johnson, last seen getting their heads stomped on by The High Class.
Tommy O: This sucks.
Noah Johnson: This really sucks. First we lose to the Blacklist, then Cronix beats the hell out of us the next week, and our contracts? Pay-Per-Appearance. If we don't get ourselves another match, we're gonna be eating more cheap Ramen - I'm sick of Ramen. I want nice stuff, like Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches where the peanut butter and the jelly are in the same jar so when you spread it you get the same amount of peanut putter and... Tommy what the hell is that?
He frowns and holds it up.
Tommy O: Scribblenauts? I figured the DS would console me while we mourn over the shredded remains of our professional wrestling career, and so far -
Noah slaps the Nintendo out of his hands, and Tommy's instantly in his face.
Noah Johnson: This isn't the time for funfilled portable entertainment.
Tommy O: You mess with my Nintendo, you mess with my emotions, man.
Noah Johnson: Look, who bought you a PS2 when Vice City came out so you wouldn't feel left behind.
Tommy O: You were.
Noah Johnson: Who recommended that wrestling school to you?
Tommy O: You did.
Noah Johnson: Who was there for you when Kaede dumped you? In a totally nonsexual way. Wait, don't even answer that. Look, we need to get revenge on Cronix and RU Trippin, we need to get paid.
Tommy O: And I need to get a new DS.
Noah slaps him on the head as the cameras fade...
Have you checked out TGW Online recently? Here is something you may have missed in the past week!
Two anticipated newcomers. Two independent legends. One thrilling debut bout.
[Highlights from French Montana's time in the New Jersey underground are contrasted with The New Breed's extensive experiences against talent from around the world.]
One, drawing controversy wherever he goes.
"Mason, a rebellion is brewing..."
The other, faded from the limelight. And loving it.
"Right now, you are just a sad man outside of an abortion clinic, holding up a white picket sign, calling people sinners and claiming to be the saint.
What trash."
One made his way through the bright lights of international competition.
I knew the second I gazed my eyes upon your greasy hair and your sunglasses that look like 1974 shit on your face. What the hell is wrong with you?
One stole his spotlight from the dirtiest gutters in America.
...Is this a soap opera? I feel like I'm aging watching this circus and its many, oddities. Mason, I swear to (insert whatever you believe in here), I hope you're clinically insane. Tell me this isn't your normal operation. Cease and desist orders?! Impromptu Championship matches without your knowledge? And, your other Champion was a no show in the main fuckin' event? There is no structure, there is no focus, there is no discipline, and there is no direction.
But tonight, in our co-main event of the evening, these two men will have one thing in common.
My significance radar isn't exactly buzzing.
Now go the way of Che Guevara, and die.
Animosity.
French Montana vs. Jake Venom
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While tonight's co-main eventers are new to TGW, they certainly need no introduction to hardcore wrestling fans - Venom and Montana have occupied seperate circles in the world of fighting, and True Glory is proud to bring them together for the first time TONIGHT.
The unmistakable screeching sound of electric guitars from "D'you Know What I Mean" by Oasis hits the speakers as the lights dim to dark... The fans rise to their feet in a HUGE mixed reaction. The snare pops from the music and the lights turn to a gray and black mixture as the television camera goes to complete black and white. As the music continues, out steps the man know as French Montana. Several fireworks and exploding devices continuously set off for a 10 second period. The loud noise causes some of the fans to cover and plug their ears. The music continues as Montana casually walks down the ramp with a swagger of an invincible man. His look is careless as he rarely acknowledges a fan except to stare an chuckle at their sneers. His true fans sing along with the music as Montana slowly and methodically works his way to the ring. Never seeming in a rush as he reaches the steps of the ring, he slowly looks to the sky, points and mumbles something to himself... Then in one leap hits the top turnbuckle to cause yet another 10 second round of fireworks and exploding devices to set off... Slyly he confidently poses his chiseled frame to a chorus of cheers and boos from the crowd as they know French Montana has entered the ring.
Green strobe lights flicker in the arena before falling to complete darkness and an image of a full needle is displayed on the big screen. The needle empties into someone's arm, and when it finally hits empty, the lights in the arena begin flashing. “I Was Once” rifts open up, and some fans being to cheer, others boo at the the man approaching. Jake Venom emerges from the curtain, not slapping anybody's hands or anything, but giving a slight nod to the crowd as a few people are already making bowing motions to Venom on his debut. He takes a pull of his smoke and throws it onto the ground. Then he casually makes his way into the ring, and goes up to the far turnbuckle, and pulls himself ontop of it, and holds both of his arms in the air.
There's already a dueling chant as these two meet in the ring. Staring down Venom, who is pacing back and forth with a grin, Montana approaches with his nose up and ready to throw down.
No time's wasted - as soon as the bell rings, Montana unleashes a ferocious backhand.
Venom’s grin disappears as the pugnacious Jake comes alive. Jake reacts with a quick palm like jab to the chest, shoving French backwards against the ropes. After dropping down unto his knee, he nails a head butt into French’s gut. Saliva forces its way from the inside of French’s mouth, but with enough motivation from his opponent, he sends his knee strongly against Venom’s lower jaw. Jake returns fire, and for about thirty seconds, the two trade fire, barely bothering to put up defenses or give each other an inch, looking to have the pride of making their opponent back down.
Venom's the man who gets that privledge, hitting big rights that back the cocky musician into the corner and slump him over.
Jake flies backwards, hitting the mat and leaving enough time open for French to nail a Split-Legged Moonsault from the turnbuckle. Venom forces himself to move out of the way, but he still catches impact from Montana’s knee’s crushing down upon his spine. Montana smacks himself chest first into the mat laying both men down for a ten count. The ref doesn’t know what to do because Wade hasn’t actually paid him to actually make “ref like” decisions before.
The audience begins the count for him until finally both men rise from the mat slowly and steadily. Montana surprisingly swings around for the “Fix Your Face!” combination, striking Venom with a vicious right elbow. Luckily due to Venom’s instability, his body reacts with a hammer punch straight to the side of Montana’s neck stopped the set-up finisher from being applied.
Venom with a waist lock take down but Montana with a hammer lock. Venom with another waist lock take down but French tries for a front face lock. French with a head butt and hard Irish whip. Venom with kicks to the head and a slap as well. French with a belly-to-back suplex for a near fall. French and Venom exchange thunderous punches but Venom with the advantage followed by a clothesline and an overhead belly-to-belly throw to French.
French blocks the running knee and he tries for a spear but Venom slaps French and sends him into the corner. Venom misses a big boot when French holds on to the ropes but he does not miss a second time and Venom gets a near fall. French with a flying clothesline for a near fall. Venom backs into the corner and French misses the running boot. French hits a springboard drop kick and Venom splashes himself onto the “stupid spics who are they’re talking about tacos” announcers table. French seizes the opportunity to jump straight up onto the turnbuckle, soars through the air and executes a stunning modified cross-body five-star frog splash on Venom sending both through the announcer’s table!!
*Holy fuck! Holy fuck!*
Montana barely is moving around trying to bring both himself and Venom to the inside of the ring. Shoving Venom’s broken down body into the ring, Montana crawls his way to the top turnbuckle once more in hopes of finishing Venom for good. After a few second delay of Montana balancing himself along the edgy ropes, Venom charges the turnbuckle and hits a monkey flip. Venom mounts French and deliberately punches the living shit out of French and then with a few chops, knees to the head, and a knee drop combination.
Venom with the abdominal stretch to French, and Montana quickly begins to pass out. Venom orders the ref to check if Montana’s unconscious, but the ref, like a fucktard, begins to panic and bite his nails. Venom releases the hold on French and approaches the ref with hands tightly clutched around his collar - Referee Fucktard sticks his hands in the air as a "Fuck Him Up, Venom" chant starts - finally Venom orders him to make a decent count for once. Shockingly, Montana rolls Venom up for pin count with a grasp on his tights.
*1...2..3!*
Winner: French Montana [Via Pinfall]
[/right]Montana's already out of the ring cracking up at the chaos - it's pretty obvious tot he people in the front rows that Venom had his tights pulled AND a foot on the ropes. What the hell is going on with these refs?
AJ Adams walks down the hallway in the backstage area when shouting is heard. He turns just in time to receive a shove from Russell Franchise.
Franchise: It's your fault! Ya tried to be big bad against Darling last week and it cost me my title. I heard ya drugged me and I don't plan on you slidin' by!
By this time, Russell and AJ are nose to nose, tension in the air, and tempers ready to explode. A few backstage hands pull the two apart as Russell swings at AJ, connecting with a slap across the face. AJ just smiles before telling hi that he has a match to win tonight, turning and leaving.
Jack Darling & Teresa Quaranta Vs. Shane Magnus & V
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And here, ladies and gentlemen, is our second main event - and lets hope it's a little more conclusive than the first, eh?
Adams and Darling start the match off, and after jawing back and forth, they get into an aggressive tie-up once the bell rings, signaling the start of the match. Darling takes the early advantage, pushing Adams into a corner before the ref breaks them up. Darling holds his hands up and smiles, and once the ref moves aside, he grabs AJ's arm and rips him forward with an armdrag - then he does that stupid fucking pose everyone hates. Darling ties up with Adams again and backs Adams into another corner. Darling breaks the hold and begins to punch and kick away at Adams. Darling throws a haymaker and Adams ducks underneath him and catches Darling in a side headlock take-down. Darling gets to his feet and throws a series of elbows to the back of the neck, shoving Adams in his corner, and making the tag to Quaranta.
Quaranta whips Adams into a turnbuckle, but once again AJ's agility pays off as he does a handstand, flips over and attempts a roll-up. Two count! Adams wrings Quaranta's arm and makes the tag to Shane Magnus. Magnus reverses a whip by Quaranta - draws her back forward and lands a crisp knee to the face. The crowd cheers as he lands a punch, and another - Teresa rolls out of the way and scrambles to her own corner, making the tag to Darling. Darling charges in, but Magnus overwhelms his opponent with a series of chops. He winds up and slams Darling’s head hard into the corner turnbuckle several times, as AJ counts to ten along with the crowd. Magnus rolls into a very complicated looking rolling modified grapevine thingy and almost gets the win. With both of them reeling, Darling rakes Magnus’s eyes and makes the tag to the TGW Champion, who strikes with a running knee to the side of the head. Quaranta kicks away at Magnus, taking him down, and then pulls him into an Irish Whip with a little too much slack on it - Magnus reverses smoothly and throws his palm squarely into her chest, knocking her to the floor.
She slowly stands up, looking enraged, but Shane just smiles and shrugs - Quaranta tries to punch him, but Magnus gets an inside cradle and almost picks up the three count. Magnus traps Quaranta in an armbar and even gets her shoulders to the mat a few times. Finally, he pulls her up and perfectly times an attempted chop, stepping back from it and hitting a twisting neckbreaker for a two count. Magnus makes the tag to Adams, and he bursts through with a big clothesline. Adams floats through an attempted fireman’s carry and hits a vertical suplex on Quaranta - Darling runs in, trying to break AJ's momentum, and he eats a vertical suplex too - the third part of the Trifecta goes to Quaranta as she rises - she kicks her leg out and blocks the roll, so Adams brings her to the top rope - and Reina Morgan grabs his foot before he can finish his offense! He swings at her, and she backs away laughing - and it's just enough room for Teresa to fly off with a knee to AJ's head that makes the crowd wince in sympathy.
Darling gets in and stomps AJ, who's slumped in the corner, and he distracts the ref so Quaranta can choke him with the tag rope. Another tag in to Quaranta who lands the Buzzard Knee drop for 2, and follows up with another cover that gets a two. And another one. AJ rises and knocks Teresa down with a big forearm, and before Darling can interfere, he hammers him with a discus clothesline that sends the Bastard flying off the apron! Reina rises up and goes for his eyes, but AJ grabs the ropes and leans back, shouldering her in the stomach and sending her to the canvas with a thud. Having fought off most of the Blacklist by himself, he starts for his own corner but falls to a drop toehold for Quaranta who grabs him by the legs and frantically tries to hold him down while Darling gets back on the apron. Slowly and surely she drags him just enough for Darling to make a blind tag, and gets a pair of 2 counts off an elbow drop to the back. Darling takes Adams over to the middle rope and hangs him up on it, Quaranta distracts the referee while Reina slaps him across the face. Darling pulls him out of the ropes and goes for the Death Via Darling superkick, but Adams somersaults under the kick and hits a nice Pele Kick!
Adams hits a nice hip toss, and when Darling gets back up, he gets another one! Adams pummels Darling, bashing his head into the turnbuckle. He lifts Darling to his feet, only to rock him back into the corner with repeated European uppercuts, before running a forearm across Darling's face and hiting a nice dropkick to Darling in the corner before making the tag to Magnus.
The two smartly proceed to batter Darling in the corner with a barrage of stomps to the corner before the referee breaks them up - Magnus turns to Quaranta and gives her a big wink that draws laughter from the crowd. He then lifts Darling to his feet, before twisting him into an abdominal stretch. Adams makes a blind tag, climbs the ropes, and lands a vicious flying knee into Darling’s ribs. Adams tags Shane Magnus back in, and he's clearing house here. Huge back suplex on Darling, Quaranta interrupts and goes for a punch - The System ducks and lands the Light of the World lungblower! Darling tries to hit an Unprettier or something like it on Magnus, but he reverses it and throws him out of the ring. Quaranta reverses a Peacemaker attempt and shoves Magnus right into the referee and follows up with a jumping roundhouse to Magnus' skull after. Adams has had enough, and as order breaks up in the ring, he attacks Quaranta with a flying clothesline. Magnus grabs his skull but goes to the top rope, takes a deep breath, hits a flying elbow on Darling that sends the first few rows to their feet. Magnus sets up Darling for the CBS to the floor, but Reina cheap shots Magnus from behind. With the ref still down, she grabs a pair of chairs - Quaranta and Darling prepare to hit a conchairto on Magnus, but Magnus ducks down at just the right moment and Quaranta and Darling slam the chairs into each other.
Adams crawls through the ropes and grabs Darling, who's pretty much Kayoed from the blow and drags him into the ring, goes for the cover - and is politely informed that he isn't the legal man. AJ slaps the mat in frustration and goes out of the ring, drags out Shane, placing him on top of the former eWo champion. The ref counts one -
Two -
And Darling kicks out - the ref drags AJ back to his corner as Reina ushers Teresa up the stairs to the to the turnbuckle. Magnus slowly rises and hits a backbreaker to Darling for two. Magnus goes for a double ax handle, but Darling punches him in mid-air and Magnus twirls to the ground. Both men are sluggish on the ground, and the crowd is cheering for Magnus to get up. Magnus catches Darling and slaps him around the back. Darling elbows him aside and tries climbing to the top rope, but Adams knocks him down. Magnus takes to the top rope himself and hits an old school flying elbow for two.
Getting tired of fooling around, Magnus lifts Darling into the Western Decline - Darling frantically fights out of it and lands on both feet - Magnus goes for a crossface, and Darling instinctually rolls out and goes for the Death Via Darling - but his exhaustion takes most of the momentum out of the move - Magnus blocks it and goes for the Peace Maker again, Darling scoops his leg, whips him around, and lands the Death Via Darling! The ref counts to three, but is quickly distracted by a loud thumping noise on the back side of the ring -
The thus is broken up by yelling on the parts of Quaranta and Adams, who looks like he's locked in the Cruelty's Heart - the ref calls for the bell, but it's probably not that meaningful to AJ, who's still fighting the hold on the outside. Security's not wasting anytime rushing down the ring, Reina's charging to meet them and we fade to black!