Post by AJ Adams on Feb 10, 2010 5:44:48 GMT -5
It's time for Animosity 17 and I am your TrueGlory.com recapper, Stan Brooks. Tonight promises to be an exciting night as Rush Kegan takes Natasha Molotov in our main event. Also, we hear from TGW's Creative Director, Michael Echkhard, who has some sort of major announce mt that promises to change the future of TGW forever. Let's get right into tonight's show!
Jac Morgan Vs. Onyx Nightfur
The bell sounds just as Onyx and Morgan meet in the center of the ring. They lock up however Nightfur is at an immediate disadvantage, Morgan has nearly six inches and 60 pounds on her, so he easily over powers the slender high flyer into a side headlock. She is struggling to get out of the hold, but Morgan locks it in tighter the more she fights back. He has the hold on for a moment, before Onyx uses her martial arts skills and delivers a side takedown that sends them both to the mat - but Morgan getting the more punishing side of it.
Onyx seems dazed at first, but she shakes it off quickly and delivers an assortment of elbows to Morgan before he can recover. She drops elbows down onto his upper chest and head area, than uses her speed to springboard off the ropes in an attempted moonsault. Morgan isn't out of it enough, however, and is able to roll out of the way. Onyx cradles her chest as Morgan makes his way to his feet slowly. Onyx is just getting to her feet as Morgan paces around the ring attempting to regain his composure.
Jac ends up meeting Onyx while she is on her knees and lifts her into the air with ease. He body slams her hard onto the mat, but doesn't give up there. He grabs her by the head and pulls her back to her feet, once again lifting her into the air - but propping her onto his shoulder this time. He is able to hold her with ease given her size and Morgan calls out to the crowd in which he gets a mixed response. He takes a few leaping steps and tries for a powerslam, but Onyx manages to slide off his shoulder and push him hard into the turnbuckle. She seems out of it but is making the best of the situation and charges at Morgan who is stunned in the corner, the momentum pushed him back but not for long as Nightfur uses a modified bulldog technique and slams Morgan's head into the top turnbuckle which sends him flying backwards into the center of the ring.
Knowing she has the upperhand, Onyx keeps up the pace and props herself up on the second turnbuckle and quickly leaps into the air, looking for a 360 moonsault! She connects and it's all over!
Winner: Onyx Nightfur [Pinfall]
Nightfur impresses with a great victory over Jac Morgan
Tonight was the busiest night of the week. The creative director wasn't fond of the calls he was receiving from every neck of the woods. Didn't these people have their own lives to live? He understood their concerns, but a few conversations were enough. More was just annoying. An overwhelming amount was offering a splitting headache, and to think this was sometime after the opening of the show.
"... yes, I understand-- ... please sir, calm down. I'm getting to the bottom of this. Norton won't go unpunished-- damn, hold on. ... Hello? ... I am taking care of the situation as we speak, ma'am. Good bye. ... Sir, are you still there? I'm sorry, I've been getting calls all week... Hello? Hello...? God damnit..."
Echkhard hung up one of the many phones and another one went off. He sighed and pulled the cord, cutting off the rings. Enough was enough! When his cell phone let off the "I Dare You" by Shinedown ringtone, he took it out and flipped it open pessimistically.
"... help me. I've just about had it up to here with complaints."
The expression on his face turned from restless to intrigued in a matter of seconds, sitting up on his seat and taking extra care to listen to the person on the other line. Sadly the camera couldn't pick up a word.
"... I was beginning to think you'd never ask, Travis. Tell you what. We'll organize the little date-- ... oh, it's not a date? Are you sure about that? ... Fine, it's not a date. A get together, how's that sound? ... Thought you'd like that better. But yeah, I'm game on Friday. ... See you then."
He hung up, only for another phone to arise to the calling. Grinding his teeth, he snaked a hand towards it and picked it up.
"Fuck off, I'm taking care of it! ... Oh shi-- sorry boss, I didn't mean...! ... yeah, okay. Thanks for reminding me amidst the chaos. ... Apologies once again. Take care."
With a click of another hang up, he exhaled sharply and leaned back against the chair. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm down, but unexpected of this progress, he let out a scream. It had to go.
Fruit Basket Vs. Billy Tallent
Fruit Basket awaits in the ring as the music for Tallent hits and the fans are ready for the next match. The lights go out in the arena and as they come back up, Tallent is seen crawling from behind the curtain. He's blooded and Fruit Basket looks on confused. Jake Norton is behind Fruit Basket and she has no idea! She turns and it leveled with a chair shot that echoes throughout the arena! Norton drops the chair as Echkhard and the security guards comes out from the back. Norton jumps out of the ring and starts to leave through the crowd.
Norton is just out of control.
The feed cut to the parking lot where a black Audi R8 pulled up. The engine cut and out stepped an older, bald man in an expensive looking suit. He took a moment to admire his surroundings, the filthy parking lot, before shutting his car door. The crowd buzzed in the arena, speculating about this man's identity as he buttoned his suit jacket and made his way to the nearest door. He only made it a few steps from his car when his attention was turned backed to it. There was a sudden smash and he whirled around to see a younger man standing on top of his car, with a crow bar through the windshield.
“Why did you have to go and come here Hank? I told you what would happen if you did.” the younger man asked, as the older man began to return to his car, cautiously. The two clearly knew each other, that much was evident, but the crowd grew impatient - they didn't know either of them.
“I came here, because...this is not the place for you.” the older man, apparently named Hank said with a calm and collected voice. The younger man shot down and retrieved his crowbar. The crowd expecting the next shot to show Hank missing a portion of his skull but the younger man was just as cautious in his movements as Hank. The younger man began to approach him wielding the crowbar with bad intentions.
“It’s you who shouldn’t be here old man. You need to let go.” The younger man said moving forward, holding his weapon with two hands. With this, the elderly man grabbed the young man's arms and tried to force him back against the car whilst shouting, “You took everything from me! You and the rest of them! I won’t let you do the same thing here. I won’t!”
He finally got the younger man up against the car and tried to choke him but the younger man responded with an amused grin. “What you think you can put me down old man? C’mon Hank. You’ve seen what I’ve been doing, you know I’m beyond you.” He said with a chuckle. Hank then smacked him with a hard left, taking the smirk off of the kid’s face.
“Know your place Matthew. This will not continue. I won’t let it. I know how it’ll happen. The rest of them will be here soon.” Hank said but then received a crowbar shot to the knee. Matt then grabbed him by the shoulders and sent him head first through the driver side window of his Audi.
“You’re goddamn right they will be.” Matt said. He then walked off, out of the parking lot, lighting a cigarette and leaving the audience baffled as to what they just witnessed and how they should feel about it.
The cameras find Bull talking to the woman recognizable as “Alaska Williams” they seem to be yelling at each other. Bull quickly opens the door to his locker room and pushes “Alaska Williams” into the room right as The Kegan and Rush Kegan come around the corner. Bull shuts the door behind him and plays stupid.
Bull Kegan: Oh, Hi fellas.
The Kegan: You ready for this?
Bull Kegan: Course.
Rush Kegan: Word on the street says Cage isn’t even in the building.
The Kegan: Yep, that’s what they’re sayin.
Bull shakes his head as Rush lights up a smoke.
Bull Kegan: Guess we’ll be facin’ one woman instead of two?
The Kegan: That’s right.
Bull nods down the hallway and stops Rush before he can enter the locker room.
Rush Kegan: I need to get a beer.
Bull Kegan: No, um, I dropped a stinker inthere—you don’t wanna go in there.
Rush tries but Bull stops him again.
Rush Kegan: I don’t fuckin care, c’mon.
Bull Kegan: Enter that room and I’ll break yer fucken face.
Rush Kegan: Fine big guy…
The Kegan: Quit fucking around—let’s go.
The Keganation head down the hallway as the camera turns to the door showing the lettering “KEGANATION” on the door as the scene fades out.
Jack Goddard Vs. The Poet
*Goddard stormed down to the ring as Poet awaited. Poet tried to jump Goddard and take advantage but he on;y was able to land a handful of lefts and rights. Goddard speared Poet into the turnbuckle and started to assault Poet with a flurry of left and right jabs. Goddard backed up and charged, connecting with Fourth Street. Poet staggered forward, allowing Goddard to hit the Dead Money [Killswitch] and it was all over.*
Winner: Jack Goddard [Pinfa;;]
[/right]In the creative director's office, Michael Echkhard was still just about overwhelmed with complaints. Boy did he want to cut every line and get some damn peace around here. Unfortunately, it was his job to see things through. At least there would be a bit of a break when he would make a special announcement in a moment or two. Running a hand through his hair, his other hand clasped the phone and cradled it against his left cheek, fingernails almost scratching the brown strands.
Michael Echkhard: "... yes, yes, I will double security. No, triple it. I ain't goin to let another 'Magnum Shot By A Magnum' incident happen again, ma'am. ... I'm aware of the consequences, don't fret. ... Thank you for not suing."
Once he hung up the phone, he leaned back against his chair and sighed.
Michael Echkhard: "I'm gonna throw a lawsuit at the gun-totin son of a bitch when I see him..."
Just as Echkhard thought he may have a moment to himself, there was a knock on his office door followed by an uninvited entry. A swirl of red hair poked around the open door, Natasha Molotov. The creative director's face went from stern to soft and back to unreadable in a split second.
Natasha Molotov: "Word on the street is we have some stuff to talk about... I guess..."
Natasha seemed out of it, not her normal self. She hasn't had any bad run-ins with the new creative director, matter of fact - she's had none at all. The meekness is quite out of character from the rising TGW star. Eckhard wasn't at all surprised to see her. After all he requested her summonings in his office when possible. Although his face was unreadable, his mood was getting away from the dark.
Michael Echkhard: "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. We're actually on the same grounds, you and I. Take a seat. Like anything to drink?"
Natasha made her way around the chair across from Echkhard and sat. She took a second to make herself comfortable, shifting in her seat before looking up with a smile.
Natasha Molotov: "My guess is you don't condone hard alcohol before a match, huh boss?"
The word "boss" escaped her lips in almost a snarky manner, and he almost found himself laughing, only allowing a chuckle.
Michael Echkhard: "Depends on the amount of abuse. Course we wouldn't like anyone to pull a Kaori Shikagami, but that's another story for another time."
He shifted in his seat, rose onto his feet and made his way towards the coffee machine. Ah, technology, a favorite love. He pressed a button to power it on, pouring into the pot without a hitch, and pressed forward with their conversation in wait.
Michael Echkhard: "So we've got two situations... your health and the Keganation. Pick your poison, Ms. Molotov."
The smile faded from Natasha's face and her eyes met the floor. She shrugged and than brought her head back and let out a loud sigh.
Natasha Molotov: "Depending on who you ask, that could be considered one situation...."
Her voice trailed, a poor attempt at humor, it was obviously she wasn't interested in speaking about her health just yet. She had just met her new boss for the first time right now, so a "warming up" period was needed before they got into personal issues.
Natasha Molotov: "The Kegans always make for interesting conversation, I suppose."
Her voice was still unsure and wavering a little. Her demeanor showed she was trying to snap out of it, but failing. Echkhard noticed the slow faltering trait in her usually eccentric personality, even with his back in her direction, and turned to face her right when the coffee pot was full.
Michael Echkhard: "Right. They're not our favorite people in the world and we both know this. Can't ignore the fact that they're pretty dominant in the company right now, and I'm almost sure it won't lead to good things. The scene's getting a bit too chaotic and we need some order real soon."
A twist back to the pot and he relinquished it from the machine, withdrawing two cups and pouring both just to the brim. He set the pot aside, took the cups and carefully made his way back to the desk, setting one cup before her. As Echkhard rounded his desk, she took a sip of the coffee and nodded in approval.
Natasha Molotov: "Dominance is relative, Boss."
Echkhard made himself comfortable in his chair, coffee in hand. He sat back as if waiting to hear Natasha's thoughts, giving her his undivided attention.
Natasha Molotov: "Yeah, maybe Bull got the best of the last week but it happens, right? I think we both know I have what it takes to get over on them... I was just.. Off."
Her voice faltered for a second, going back to last week was a strike to her ego and admitting defeat wasn't something she was fond of.
Natasha Molotov: "They're in control right now but that's only because there's a whole slew of them. It isn't because they actually have earned a position of dominance, sheer numbers have given them the upper hand. No one is fighting back. I get thrown into matches with them two weeks in a row while everyone else just kinda skates by them for the most part. Let's be honest for a second...."
Echkhard had gotten an earful, shifting uncomfortably a few times, he finally cut Natasha off.
Michael Echkhard: "I know. That doesn't seem fair to you, does it? And while I'd love to physically beat the hell out of them boys, I can't. My job and my bad knees won't let me."
Those accursed knee braces... even though they were just about a part of him, he ignored them for the time being and grinned.
Michael Echkhard: "But that doesn't mean you have to fight this alone, Ms. Molotov..."
Echkhard seemed to peak Natasha's interest. She sat up straight, shoulders back, and was almost glaring at her boss. She seemed to take a minute to absorb what he was getting at, but she knew.
Natasha Molotov: "I have a lot of confidence in my ability, I do. Believe me. But fighting this fight alone would be impossible. Given the gravity of the situation, I think with the help of a few choice individuals - the we can add some balance to the chaos the Kegans are creating.."
Molotov took another sip of coffee before pulling her hair back, she leaned to one side and made herself more comfortable. Being the creative director had its perks - the chairs in his office were huge and Natasha was swimming in the one she was sitting in. She rested her head on one hand and looked intently towards Echkhard. His grin slipped into a quivering little smile, taking a sip of his own coffee.
Michael Echkhard: "I've got your number, so don't be surprised if you get a call from me this week. A little bit of teamwork and friend searchin is gonna go a long way, believe you me. In fact, I think I might have an idea for candidate number one. But I can't jump to conclusions just yet. Just have to wait and see."
Just before he could say another word, one of the phones on his desk rang with disturbance. Rolling his eyes, he picked it up, only to hang up less than half a second after.
Michael Echkhard: "Later, then?"
Natasha nodded and got up from the chair in one slow movement, she seemed to be overly comfortable. Coffee in hand, she rounded the desk and sat on the edge of it - off to the side of Echkhard.
Natasha Molotov: "I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of eachother, Mr. Echkhard. A whole lot."
She patted him on the shoulder and headed towards the door, only to stop in her tracks about half way there.
Natasha Molotov: "Oh, my health issues.. I'm fine. The doctors... They were.. Uh.."
She paused, unsure where to go with it. She probably should have just kept her mouth shut, Echkhard didn't even bring her health back to attention.
Natasha Molotov: "They misdiagnosed me. Nothing to worry about! Gotta match to get to, keep me posted!"
She hurried out the door so fast a few drops of coffee hit the carpeting in Eckhard's new office.... he couldn't help but keep his smile. The girl was certainly a gift wrapped mystery. Maybe he'd take a little more interest and investigate some more. It was irrelevant if it was part of his job description or not.
Michael Echkhard: "Too bad... ah well, the show must go on."
Another ringing. Another hangup. Another sip of good ol joe.
Nikko TaDa Vs. Livewire Vs. Oleander White[/center[
Before the bell even it sounds, TaDa and White seem to be forming some sort of gameplan - leaving Livewire across the ring to fend for himself. TaDa and Oleander don't come across as a match made in heaven, but they both realize it could be to their advantage to work together in order to over power LiveWire who is the biggest in stature in this match up.
The bell finally sounds. White and TaDa charge from their side of the ring and both connect with dropkicks to Livewire, which sends him over the top rope and crashing to the mats on the outside. The ref doesn't even get a chance to count due to Oleander and Niko turning on each other almost instantly.
Niko and Oleander are exchanging blows at a pace that is hard to follow with. The two are going blow for blow and don't seem to notice anything else going on around them. Livewire has made his way back to his feet, but has opted to stay on the outside of the ring and let his two opponents work eachother down.
Oleander finally breaks from the striking exchange and throws a kick to TaDa's mid section. It doesn't seem to do much damage as Niko returns with a kick of his own - however Oleander kicks it. A smile crosses TaDa's face and he jumps attempting an Enziguri but Oleander ducks it causing TaDa to hit the mat face first. Oleander tries to capitalize but TaDa spins over quick and mule kick's White into the corner.
Meanwhile, Livewire has seen his opening and got back onto the ring apron. White happen to end up in the corner he was standing near, and he used the advantage to land a flipping snapmare, which sends White to the center of the ring. TaDa seemed to be surprised like he forgot that Livewire was apart of the match, but he shook that quickly and charged in - only to be met with a drop toe hold which sent him straight into the turnbuckle.
Being well rested, Livewire didn't waste a second and landed a couple hard elbows to TaDa's kidneys - but given the situation, it also gave White time to recover. Not being one to waste having her opponents back - Oleander seized the chance to land a charging shoulder to Livewires back - which caused a pile up in the turnbuckle.
Seemingly undecided on how to approach the pile up - Oleander took a step back which may have been a grave mistake. TaDa started throwing elbows which were connecting with the side of Livewire's head, and than finally used all his strength to shove off the ropes which caused a chain reaction which sent Livewire crashing back into Oleander.
White looks for a roundhouse kick on Livewire but he ducks it, her foot connecting right in the side of the head of TaDa. TaDa rolls out of the ring as White spins around back towards Livewire. He drops her with a drop toe hold onto the ropes. He hits the combo of the 305! (619/West Coast Pop) and covers! TaDa can't get to them in time and it's over!
Keganation made their way to the ring first and seemed ready for a brutal match. Cage was set to come out next and he was no where to be found. Blake made her way out and she seems terrified. She waits on the the stage before making her way down the ramp very slowly, by herself. She gets in the ring and we are set.
The Kegan gets out of the ring and Jessica takes a deep breath, absent her partner. Bull easily gets the upper-hand on Jessica and pushes her face-first onto the mat. Jessica rolls around on the mat, holding her face, until she feels him picking her up by her hair. Bull tosses Jessica into the ropes, where she bounces off, and runs back at him, He goes for a clothesline but Jessica ducks under it, runs at the opposite ropes, propels off those and jumps up, knocking Bull down with a dropkick. Jessica and Bull make it to their feet at the same time and Jessica tries to run at spear him, but gets caught, and DDTed down to the mat. Jessica lays on the mat, Until Bull grabs her hair and pulls her to her feet again. Seeing that Jessica isn't able to fight back much, he looks over at The Kegan whos screaming at him to drill her again. Bull walks over to The Kegan and tags him in instead.
The Kegan gets in the ring and screams "Hold her!" at his brother. Reluctantly Bull holds Jessica's arms, who starts screaming and shaking her head. The Kegan kicks Jessica in the gut, and Bull lets her go. Bull gets out of the ring shaking his head and The Kegan grabs Jessica's head and brings his knee up, while lowering Jessie's head, slamming his knee into her face. Jessie falls to the mat, and appears lifeless. Bull is leaning on the ropes, almost looking concerned. Jessica starts to stir a little bit, and The Kegan smirks. He reaches down and grabs Jessie's hair, pulling her up. Her then lifts Jessica into his arms and slams her down to the mat with a sidewalk slam. The Kegan walks over to Bull and tries to tag him, but Bull won't take it. In the meantime, Jessica somehow gains enough strength to make it to her feet as the Kegans are arguing.
The Kegan turns around and Jessica jumps into the air to attempt another dropkick, Although it backfires. The Kegan grabs Jessica's legs, causing her to fall to her back onto the mat. Jessica screams and tries to get away, knowing whats coming. The Kegan turns Jessica onto her stomach and applies The Kegan Experience. Jessica instantly starts slamming her hands onto the mat, and the ref calls for the bell.
The Kegan, wrenches back on Jessie's legs who continues to scream. Suddenly, Hes knocked to the mat by French Montana who just entered the ring. Jessie lays in the ring, clutching her legs as French and Kegan exchange blows. Bull Kegan makes his way into the ring, and over to Jessica. As he leans over Jessica he too gets pushed away, But by Alyson Starr`Cage! The 2 exchange words with Bull pointing down at Jessie as "see if shes okay" is heard from him. At this point, French throws The Kegan over the rope and outside the ring. Bull turns to see French's attention on him, and drops down, rolling out of the ring. Alyson kneels down by Jessie, checking on her as French climbs onto the middle rope, pointing at the Kegan's screaming at them, as they back up the ramp.
Backstage Wade Mason stands infront of a TGW backdrop with TGW interviewer, Kirsten Shelley.
Shelley: Mr Mason, well honestly you asked me to meet you here.
Mason: You're right, I just wanted to send out a few messages of my own before Echkhard goes out there and gets to have all the fun. You see, I have some control over a few things around here still and one of those things is I guarantee that Jake Norton will have air time next week and will be given time to speak. People are going crazy wondering just how Norton isn't in jail. Simple, I made a few phone calls to the right people. It of course was all part of a show and Magnum is fine.
Shelley: Reports have Magnum in critical condidtion.
Mason: Reports can be wrong. Also, I can shed some light as to who will be facing French Montana in just the matter of 2 weeks at Corrupted Dreams. Next week, the main event will feature a fatal four way match to determine one of the contenders. I say one because French Montana will also be back in action for TGW. French will go one-on-one with Rush Kegan. Montana wants one of the Kegans so bad, he'll get one. If Rush can pull off a victory, he will be added to the title match at Corrupted Dreams.
Shelley: Thank you Mr. Mason.
Mason has started walking away because he heard Echkhard's music playing out at ringside.
By the time a camera returned to ringside, Michael Echkhard was already standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand. Majority of the fans cheered, but there were a selective few who opposed with boos. Not that it bothered him. He brought the mic up and began to speak right after "I Will Survive" by Cake faded away.
"So a lot of you have been waiting for this moment. The major announcement that's livened up the crowds across the states, perhaps the world. But allow me to touch on the rumors of the TGW Tag Championships. To put it all in a nutshell, we're still workin' on em. They could be set into place next week, Corrupted Dreams, a month from now or longer. I don't know yet. As soon as I've got something, I'll let you know."
Of course the reactions were bright and hopeful in terms of the tag team division and their promising gold. It was almost unbearable to wait for them, but it had to be done. Echkhard continued as soon as it was quiet enough.
"Now let's get onto the major announcement, shall we? My boss, whose identity I won't reveal just yet, has finalized all the decisions and we've come to a conclusion in terms of Animosity's future."
The fans settled down enough so they could hear this clearly. It was just as important to them as it was the wrestlers and staff members who worked for this company.
”Since day one of TGW, Monday night has been an explosive night. It has brought you all of the action of it's stars. So much has happened since that first show and there are many more to come. Animosity is going to be getting a.. --makeover so to speak. When a new owner a new direction is approaching. Monday night will no longer be exciting for the TGW fans."
Echkhard is cut off by an assortment of boo's, the fans fearful.
”Don't worry, we aren't closing. Starting next week Animosity will come to you live from this very arena on it's new night. Tuesday nights will be the new home for TGW's Animosity!”
He allowed a wild grin to race across his face from ear to ear. While his music hit and the crowds were electric with mixed reactions, he made his way out of the ring and up the ramp, careful with the weight on his knees. No, perhaps his shoulders.
The cameras catch up with Bull Kegan—he’s got a towel over his shoulders and he’s still in his trunks. He’s storming to his locker room. He throws the door open and stomps inside.
Bull Kegan: What the fock are ye doing here?
“Alaska Williams”: I promised I’d explain so here I am—ready to explain.
Bull pushes “Alaska” up against the wall of his locker room—he pulls her up off the ground so that they’re face to face.
Bull Kegan: Alrite—explain.
“Alaska Williams”: First off let me say that you’re quite strong. But…
“Alaska” kicks Bull right in the kneecap which frees her from his grasp. He stumbles back and favors his knee.
“Alaska Williams”: I’m not a fan of being man-handled.
Bull Kegan: Fair ‘nuff. Still, I want my explanation.
“Alaska” smirks; she walks over to the nearby couch and has a seat, she leans back into the couch.
“Alaska Williams”: Nice digs, by the way… So… Where do you want me to begin?
Bull Kegan: A name for starters.
“Alaska Williams”: Yes, the name…
“Alaska” chuckles.
“Alaska Williams”: Ok so it was a Palin reference. I knew if I came out with my real name you’d immediately know why I was following you… Since we’re here now though… I suppose, I’ll tell you the truth.
Bull shakes off the knee injury and pulls up a folding chair to sit across from “Alaska.”
“Alaska Williams”: My name is Shyla Clemmens.
Bull Kegan: Oh fer fucks sakes.
He stands up and starts walking to the door.
Shyla Clemmens: I told you.
Bull Kegan: Anything but that, I’d a settled for ye bein a Jones before a goddamn Clemmens.
Shyla Clemmens: Ha. If I were a Jones I’d be in a different skin color—don’t you think?
She beckons to him.
Shyla Clemmens: First you’re going to have to get rid of that camera man… Then I have an offer for you.
Bull Kegan: This better be good.
Bull turns to the camera…
Bull Kegan: Ye hear the woman—take a hike.
Bull pushes the camera man out the door and slams it behind him—the camera focuses on the “KEGANATION” on the door before it fades to black.
[/right]Before the bell even it sounds, TaDa and White seem to be forming some sort of gameplan - leaving Livewire across the ring to fend for himself. TaDa and Oleander don't come across as a match made in heaven, but they both realize it could be to their advantage to work together in order to over power LiveWire who is the biggest in stature in this match up.
The bell finally sounds. White and TaDa charge from their side of the ring and both connect with dropkicks to Livewire, which sends him over the top rope and crashing to the mats on the outside. The ref doesn't even get a chance to count due to Oleander and Niko turning on each other almost instantly.
Niko and Oleander are exchanging blows at a pace that is hard to follow with. The two are going blow for blow and don't seem to notice anything else going on around them. Livewire has made his way back to his feet, but has opted to stay on the outside of the ring and let his two opponents work eachother down.
Oleander finally breaks from the striking exchange and throws a kick to TaDa's mid section. It doesn't seem to do much damage as Niko returns with a kick of his own - however Oleander kicks it. A smile crosses TaDa's face and he jumps attempting an Enziguri but Oleander ducks it causing TaDa to hit the mat face first. Oleander tries to capitalize but TaDa spins over quick and mule kick's White into the corner.
Meanwhile, Livewire has seen his opening and got back onto the ring apron. White happen to end up in the corner he was standing near, and he used the advantage to land a flipping snapmare, which sends White to the center of the ring. TaDa seemed to be surprised like he forgot that Livewire was apart of the match, but he shook that quickly and charged in - only to be met with a drop toe hold which sent him straight into the turnbuckle.
Being well rested, Livewire didn't waste a second and landed a couple hard elbows to TaDa's kidneys - but given the situation, it also gave White time to recover. Not being one to waste having her opponents back - Oleander seized the chance to land a charging shoulder to Livewires back - which caused a pile up in the turnbuckle.
Seemingly undecided on how to approach the pile up - Oleander took a step back which may have been a grave mistake. TaDa started throwing elbows which were connecting with the side of Livewire's head, and than finally used all his strength to shove off the ropes which caused a chain reaction which sent Livewire crashing back into Oleander.
White looks for a roundhouse kick on Livewire but he ducks it, her foot connecting right in the side of the head of TaDa. TaDa rolls out of the ring as White spins around back towards Livewire. He drops her with a drop toe hold onto the ropes. He hits the combo of the 305! (619/West Coast Pop) and covers! TaDa can't get to them in time and it's over!
Winner: Livewire
Keganation [Bull Kegan & The Kegan] Vs. Jessie Blake & David Cage
Keganation made their way to the ring first and seemed ready for a brutal match. Cage was set to come out next and he was no where to be found. Blake made her way out and she seems terrified. She waits on the the stage before making her way down the ramp very slowly, by herself. She gets in the ring and we are set.
The Kegan gets out of the ring and Jessica takes a deep breath, absent her partner. Bull easily gets the upper-hand on Jessica and pushes her face-first onto the mat. Jessica rolls around on the mat, holding her face, until she feels him picking her up by her hair. Bull tosses Jessica into the ropes, where she bounces off, and runs back at him, He goes for a clothesline but Jessica ducks under it, runs at the opposite ropes, propels off those and jumps up, knocking Bull down with a dropkick. Jessica and Bull make it to their feet at the same time and Jessica tries to run at spear him, but gets caught, and DDTed down to the mat. Jessica lays on the mat, Until Bull grabs her hair and pulls her to her feet again. Seeing that Jessica isn't able to fight back much, he looks over at The Kegan whos screaming at him to drill her again. Bull walks over to The Kegan and tags him in instead.
The Kegan gets in the ring and screams "Hold her!" at his brother. Reluctantly Bull holds Jessica's arms, who starts screaming and shaking her head. The Kegan kicks Jessica in the gut, and Bull lets her go. Bull gets out of the ring shaking his head and The Kegan grabs Jessica's head and brings his knee up, while lowering Jessie's head, slamming his knee into her face. Jessie falls to the mat, and appears lifeless. Bull is leaning on the ropes, almost looking concerned. Jessica starts to stir a little bit, and The Kegan smirks. He reaches down and grabs Jessie's hair, pulling her up. Her then lifts Jessica into his arms and slams her down to the mat with a sidewalk slam. The Kegan walks over to Bull and tries to tag him, but Bull won't take it. In the meantime, Jessica somehow gains enough strength to make it to her feet as the Kegans are arguing.
The Kegan turns around and Jessica jumps into the air to attempt another dropkick, Although it backfires. The Kegan grabs Jessica's legs, causing her to fall to her back onto the mat. Jessica screams and tries to get away, knowing whats coming. The Kegan turns Jessica onto her stomach and applies The Kegan Experience. Jessica instantly starts slamming her hands onto the mat, and the ref calls for the bell.
Winners: The Keganation [Submission]
The Kegan, wrenches back on Jessie's legs who continues to scream. Suddenly, Hes knocked to the mat by French Montana who just entered the ring. Jessie lays in the ring, clutching her legs as French and Kegan exchange blows. Bull Kegan makes his way into the ring, and over to Jessica. As he leans over Jessica he too gets pushed away, But by Alyson Starr`Cage! The 2 exchange words with Bull pointing down at Jessie as "see if shes okay" is heard from him. At this point, French throws The Kegan over the rope and outside the ring. Bull turns to see French's attention on him, and drops down, rolling out of the ring. Alyson kneels down by Jessie, checking on her as French climbs onto the middle rope, pointing at the Kegan's screaming at them, as they back up the ramp.
Backstage Wade Mason stands infront of a TGW backdrop with TGW interviewer, Kirsten Shelley.
Shelley: Mr Mason, well honestly you asked me to meet you here.
Mason: You're right, I just wanted to send out a few messages of my own before Echkhard goes out there and gets to have all the fun. You see, I have some control over a few things around here still and one of those things is I guarantee that Jake Norton will have air time next week and will be given time to speak. People are going crazy wondering just how Norton isn't in jail. Simple, I made a few phone calls to the right people. It of course was all part of a show and Magnum is fine.
Shelley: Reports have Magnum in critical condidtion.
Mason: Reports can be wrong. Also, I can shed some light as to who will be facing French Montana in just the matter of 2 weeks at Corrupted Dreams. Next week, the main event will feature a fatal four way match to determine one of the contenders. I say one because French Montana will also be back in action for TGW. French will go one-on-one with Rush Kegan. Montana wants one of the Kegans so bad, he'll get one. If Rush can pull off a victory, he will be added to the title match at Corrupted Dreams.
Shelley: Thank you Mr. Mason.
Mason has started walking away because he heard Echkhard's music playing out at ringside.
By the time a camera returned to ringside, Michael Echkhard was already standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand. Majority of the fans cheered, but there were a selective few who opposed with boos. Not that it bothered him. He brought the mic up and began to speak right after "I Will Survive" by Cake faded away.
"So a lot of you have been waiting for this moment. The major announcement that's livened up the crowds across the states, perhaps the world. But allow me to touch on the rumors of the TGW Tag Championships. To put it all in a nutshell, we're still workin' on em. They could be set into place next week, Corrupted Dreams, a month from now or longer. I don't know yet. As soon as I've got something, I'll let you know."
Of course the reactions were bright and hopeful in terms of the tag team division and their promising gold. It was almost unbearable to wait for them, but it had to be done. Echkhard continued as soon as it was quiet enough.
"Now let's get onto the major announcement, shall we? My boss, whose identity I won't reveal just yet, has finalized all the decisions and we've come to a conclusion in terms of Animosity's future."
The fans settled down enough so they could hear this clearly. It was just as important to them as it was the wrestlers and staff members who worked for this company.
”Since day one of TGW, Monday night has been an explosive night. It has brought you all of the action of it's stars. So much has happened since that first show and there are many more to come. Animosity is going to be getting a.. --makeover so to speak. When a new owner a new direction is approaching. Monday night will no longer be exciting for the TGW fans."
Echkhard is cut off by an assortment of boo's, the fans fearful.
”Don't worry, we aren't closing. Starting next week Animosity will come to you live from this very arena on it's new night. Tuesday nights will be the new home for TGW's Animosity!”
He allowed a wild grin to race across his face from ear to ear. While his music hit and the crowds were electric with mixed reactions, he made his way out of the ring and up the ramp, careful with the weight on his knees. No, perhaps his shoulders.
The cameras catch up with Bull Kegan—he’s got a towel over his shoulders and he’s still in his trunks. He’s storming to his locker room. He throws the door open and stomps inside.
Bull Kegan: What the fock are ye doing here?
“Alaska Williams”: I promised I’d explain so here I am—ready to explain.
Bull pushes “Alaska” up against the wall of his locker room—he pulls her up off the ground so that they’re face to face.
Bull Kegan: Alrite—explain.
“Alaska Williams”: First off let me say that you’re quite strong. But…
“Alaska” kicks Bull right in the kneecap which frees her from his grasp. He stumbles back and favors his knee.
“Alaska Williams”: I’m not a fan of being man-handled.
Bull Kegan: Fair ‘nuff. Still, I want my explanation.
“Alaska” smirks; she walks over to the nearby couch and has a seat, she leans back into the couch.
“Alaska Williams”: Nice digs, by the way… So… Where do you want me to begin?
Bull Kegan: A name for starters.
“Alaska Williams”: Yes, the name…
“Alaska” chuckles.
“Alaska Williams”: Ok so it was a Palin reference. I knew if I came out with my real name you’d immediately know why I was following you… Since we’re here now though… I suppose, I’ll tell you the truth.
Bull shakes off the knee injury and pulls up a folding chair to sit across from “Alaska.”
“Alaska Williams”: My name is Shyla Clemmens.
Bull Kegan: Oh fer fucks sakes.
He stands up and starts walking to the door.
Shyla Clemmens: I told you.
Bull Kegan: Anything but that, I’d a settled for ye bein a Jones before a goddamn Clemmens.
Shyla Clemmens: Ha. If I were a Jones I’d be in a different skin color—don’t you think?
She beckons to him.
Shyla Clemmens: First you’re going to have to get rid of that camera man… Then I have an offer for you.
Bull Kegan: This better be good.
Bull turns to the camera…
Bull Kegan: Ye hear the woman—take a hike.
Bull pushes the camera man out the door and slams it behind him—the camera focuses on the “KEGANATION” on the door before it fades to black.
Rush Kegan Vs. Natasha Molotov
*In the main event, the fans were treated to a very back and forth match between Rush and Molotov. Rush seemed to have a pretty good advantage over Molotov for most of the match. About midway, French Montana made his way down the ramp and sat at the announcers table. Rush watched his opponent for next week make his way down and Molotov took the chance to regain the advantage. She started to battle back and landed a few big impact moves that made Rush start to stagger. She connected with the Plan B and went for the cover but only got two.
Rush started to battle back, hitting a few cheap eye rakes to stun Molotov. Rush tried to connect with the Yellow Brick Road but Molotov shoved Rush off and met him with a superkick! She climbed the ropes and doved, hitting Rush with the Comrade B for the win.
Winner: Natasha Molotov
[/right]As Molotov left up the ramp, French Montana slid into the ring and Rush met him, chest to chest. The two ready to go, the fans chanting for a fight. Rush told him to save his strenght for next week, that French would need it. French just smiled as we faded to black.