Post by Wade Mason on Feb 17, 2010 6:34:45 GMT -5
Ladies and gentlemen, I am Stan Brooks and this is..--
'Askepios' by The Mars Volta his before we even go through the standard opening and the camera sharply switches itself from off-air to 'LIVE!' as the arena erupts in boos. This was the moment True Glory Wrestling was waiting for, the arrival of the 'Outlaw' known none other then Jake Norton. He appears through the curtain wearing a fine ashen suit, hair worn shattered (with a bang draped above his right eyebrow), and with a fashionable 'peace' glasses (which one can only assume, Jake is mocking Lennon's protest for peace).
Jake's grin was worn so sinisterly that it gave off a presence which just drew more hatred from the audience. The crowd only grew louder as the 'get the fuck out' chants became very noticeable for the viewers at home. It surely wouldn't surprise if this caused problems for the True Glory Management's contract with it's cable holders. He stood patiently on the ramp soaking in every second of hatred the audience would deliver, with his head hung and a slight smile made visible for the camera on the right to display on the screen above.
Jake Norton: "Are you folks done yet?"
This just fueled the fire under the beasts stomach. Chairs flew at the stage from the front rows that were nearest to the stages opening, and security did their best to remove audience member's 'protesting' against Norton's segment. Norton pointed at the camera directed towards him from the right with a grin, and, without turning away, pointed at the chairs being thrown aggressively towards him. He attempted to shout out something towards the camera by saying something along the words of: "Look what I can do on television!". What a asshole.
Jake Norton: "Alright people, let's settle down. You people surely shouldn't hate me that much. I mean, seriously? All I have done is shot a nigger. Whoops, I meant 'nigga'. Gotta keep that gangsta and not racist. Wait, I shouldn't be saying that on television or especially LIVE-ON-AIR!? Damn, I should seriously read the rules around here. But anyways, yeah. No more racism from me, no lie. I promise I will stick strictly to beating women like Chris Brown jokes. Ah shit. I just got back onto the black topic again. What the hell is wrong with me guys?!"
A anonymous fan jumps over the barricade, who apparently looks to be African-American. He charges after Norton and spears him directly onto the ramp. The audience shouts into cheers and chants 'Fuck him up!!' *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap*. And unfortunately for Norton, security doesn't seem to be reacting to the situation under Michael Echkhard's orders. The fan is quickly tossed off Norton immediately after spearing him, and the fan struggles to get back onto the offensive on Norton. But abruptly, the fan is receiving punches in the gut from the raising Outlaw. Norton jumps up and whips out his trademarked magnum, only to hear thousands of shrieking sounds of terror from the audience. Complete silence overtakes the crowd as he shouts 'Kneel!', and the fan drops down to his knees slowly. Tears seemingly rush from his eyes, as everyone knows Norton would definitely kill him. Norton pulls the trigger and a gun shot is echoed through the audience.
A runny color of brown flows from the pants of the fan. This is fucked.
Jake Norton: "Be happy I like to carry blanks. Watching 'heroic' assholes shit yourselves after realizing you fucked with the wrong bull is priceless."
Norton nails the fan with his finishing blow 'Anguish'. The victimized fan ricochets off the ramp and onto the floor beneath him covered in his own shit. The audience is hauntingly silent. There is no reaction whatsoever now. I believe Norton has made that impact yet again where we should just learn not to fuck with him. It's pretty clear now..
Jake Norton: "Sigh. Finally I have a bit of privacy to let my emotions out to you, the viewers at home, who are willing to listen to me."
Jake Norton: "So, True Glory Wrestling closed some time ago, and the last memory anyone has of me is wanting this piece of shit place to die. Well, it actually did die. Wither you agree, disagree, semi-agree, or whatever you have collected and have set your opinionated mind to be; it doesn't matter what has been said or how we say it. We are still continuing this awful 'Glorious' shenanigans to this day. And not only that, but all my old buddies from Absolute Pro are just.. they just have disappeared. Now, what the hell is Norton going to do without Teresa, Darling, and the guy who would just show up to events and say hi/goodbye; Reno Drake? Dude, this place isn’t what it used to be. It’s actually a hell of a lot more pathetic, ten times more depressing, and just needs to crawl back up Mason’s ass and send him into bankruptcy so we can live happily ever after. But fucking no. We have so new jackass buy out Mason’s fed by two percent, and the ’glorious’ federation lives on.”
Jake Norton: “Yay! I get to watch French Montana run amok and act crucial for this companies success. That guy should have just learned that after going to the CWC invitation, nobody truly cares who the fuck he is. I wouldn‘t hire him after that even if I was getting a free blow job from Megan Fox (if that meant anything. Been there, done that.), but this Echkhard has him fighting for the World Championship after upon losing the match he was suppose to defend our ‘glorious’ federation from.. Well, exactly from what again? All he did was add more embarrassment to our ‘True Glory’ name. And that explains why the only reason we are so glorious is for the amount of balls our company officials has been able to lick these past couple of weeks. I’m truly amazed they have managed to keep this boat afloat after all the inane shit I’ve driven this cruise into.
Jake Norton: “But enough ruining your guy’s ‘epic’ World Championship scene, because, I should be actually selling the main event for the ‘Corrupted Dreams’ next week. But hey, I am a honest guy after all. And truthfully, I wouldn’t buy the pay-per-view. You guys can save your valuable money by watching it online or something by trolling u-streams, if you guys aren’t busy jerking it to redtube videos of course. Since you all are wrestling fans, you most likely haven’t seen a cunt before.”
“Wut?” blows up instantly breaking up Norton’s dialogue.
Jake Norton: “Look guys, I’m just playing my role here. Whoops, can I say that? Ah, nobody is even paying attention to this anyways. But any who, I was directed to come out here to give a explanation for my recent actions over the past several weeks. I honestly don’t believe any of you need to know. Just say I like to be spontaneous, and you can blame the new owner of this federation for my random actions. I’m also going to get extremely lame and dab a bit of cheese on this speech by saying, 'until the owner reveals himself and hands over the fed to Wade, people will die.' *Norton licks his teeth* 'Something-something-something man of my word. Mu-ha-ha-ha. Ga-ga-ha-ga.' I know I definitely did that right. Do not criticize my awesomeness."
A section of the crowd laughs at the comment, but it is not made noticeable for the viewers at home. Quite interesting True Glory didn’t broadcast that.
Jake Norton: “The fun part begins here though. Michael, I just want to give a shout out to you. At Corrupted Dreams, I will have my comeback match but unfortunately you are not allowed to decide who I face. Matter of fact, you will never be allowed to make a match, direct a match, or demand a match with the wrestler known as Jake Norton. You see, Wade Mason still has control over all the old contracts who were originally here before the ‘new breed’ era that you see standing before you today. Technically, French Montana is under Mason’s control just like me. So just remember little buddy ole pal, as long as Mason has a ounce of control over his federation, you are messing with the wrong bull. I will force you, your boss, and your mother to kneel down on both knees with arms tied behind your backs, and taste the fucking curb. I don’t think you want that. Especially not your mother. I heard she is a really lovely lady and took it upon myself to met her, and let me tell you she is too innocent for such a hellish act of violence. Just thought I should let you know this.”
The audience finally breaks into huge eruption of ‘Fuck Him Up Echkhard!!’. Norton yells for the microphone to be pumped up louder so he can finish off his speech.
Jake Norton: “Michael… Tonight.. My opponent.. Corrupted Dreams.. Fatal-Four.. World Champ.. Mine!”
Norton exit’s the stage as the scene dies out. This was definitely one of True Glories strangest segments ever executed live.
Let's try this again shall we? I am Stan Brooks and I am your TrueGlory.com recap host. This is TGW Animosity 18 and we are just one week away from Corrupted Dreams, LIVE from Denver! Tonight we will find out who will face French Montana for the vacant TGW Title. Speaking of French, he is in action tonight against Rush Kegan and if Rush can pull out a victory tonight, he will be added to the TGW Title match.
Now, it's time for a little news that has caught up with me today as I was going backstage. I was able to catch up with Wade Mason and asked him on the status of the TGW Volitionary Championship and he only shared a few words. Mason promised that by next months Pay Per View we would have a Volitionary Champion. The past few weeks has been about trying to find out who fit into which title scene and how things would play out.
The camera turned backstage near the locker rooms to Nikko TaDa, who was currently having some sort of an affair with his sensei and former superstar, Kaori Shikagami. Kaori had her bamboo stick in her right hand and smacked it against the wall.
Kaori Shikagami: If you want to act like a human being then you will cooperate with me. If you want to act like an animal then I will treat you like one.
Nikko at the moment didn't know what to say as he didn't bother to look his sensei straight in the eyes. Kaori slammed her bamboo stick against the wall again.
Kaori Shikagami: Look at me when I'm talking to you, you lazy punk.
Anger began to fill The Oni Tamago as he lifted up his right hand and ended up slapping his sensei across the face.
Nikko TaDa: You're the lazy punk. I've been busting my ass training with you and all you do is yell and scream at me like a bitchy cheerleader.
Kaori Shikagami: I'm the bitchy cheerleader? Try looking at yourself in the mirror and we'll see who's the bitchy cheerleader.
Nikko TaDa: Bring it, bitch. Let's step outside.
They continued to argue back and forth where everyone can hear them.
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Meanwhile the camera whirled in another direction. Its attention was captured by the creative director Michael Echkhard whom aimlessly strayed along. He looked like he needed a cup of coffee. Badly. It didn't help that all the commotion within the hall between TaDa and Shikagami was only getting louder, and quite frankly Echkhard was on the verge of breaking someone's skull in...
The bitterness on his face when he swung his head up was far too apparent, thin lips stretching as he approached them.
Michael Echkhard: If you two are going to fight or make out, do it in the ring and away from my office. I can't fuckin' concentrate on my work and I haven't slept for days.
TaDa turned to The Creative Director. He didn't seem to care much about the "Making out" comment, but Shikagami on the other hand was getting offended by all of this. She would never in a million years make out with a guy like Nikko, especially since he's her pupil. TaDa took a step forward.
Nikko TaDa: You should tell Shikagami Sensei that, Mr. Echkhard. Although, if she weren't my sensei in the first place, I would so make out with her, but otherwise, no, because she's been torturing me with that fucking stick of hers and all she does is yell and bitch at me.
Kaori shook her head and made gagging noises as she faced TaDa.
Kaori Shikagami: Ugh... yuck. First off, I am not your so called "toy". Second, I am only harsh on you so you don't go down that same fucking road I did. If you want to change, then start acting like it.
Their arguing continued to grow ever more heated than before. Echkhard sighed and slammed his fist against the wall, causing them to jump and shut up.
Michael Eckhard: Not here. Elsewhere. Or am I going to have to call security to separate the both of you? You're actin' like children. But allow me to tell you somethin'. Y'know the saying "if you want to help others, you must help yourself first"?
His gaze fell upon Shikagami, sharper than the tip of an arrow.
Michael Echkhard: You need to apply that to your insane excuse called a life. That's why you're doing a poor job trainin' him.
Then his glare met TaDa's eyes.
Michael Echkhard: Of course that doesn't excuse you from being a mouth-runnin', ego-hungry son of a bitch either...
Shikagami and TaDa looked at each other for a moment and then back at Echkhard.
Kaori Shikagami: You do have a point right there. The only way I can get him to seek redemption is if I am able to help myself by opening up more to him instead of yelling at him all the time.
She turned to her pupil.
Kaori Shikagami: We will talk later. Right now, you have a match coming up so you need to get ready for that.
After she dismissed herself,TaDa seemed surprised about her emotion at that very moment. He had never seen her that way before. He looked over where she had gone.
Nikko TaDa: Sensei...
He shook his head. For once in a long time, he started to feel bad inside which was a rare thing. He knew Echkhard was right about one thing, in order to help others they had to help themselves first. He needed to learn to stop running his mouth all the time.
Although the event was touching for TaDa and Shikagami, Echkhard... well the bastard yawned, perhaps out of tiredness but maybe out of sheer boredom. Who knows? He placed a hand on his hip and tried not to let himself snooze off in the middle of the hall, retrieving a Hersheys kiss and popping it into his mouth.
Michael Echkhard: Right, if you excuse me, I'm gonna fetch myself a cup of coffee before I smash someone's face against a wall...
With a twist on his heels he turned the opposite direction and disappeared around the corner.
[Last Chance Match]
Tallent vs. Morgan
The crowd was strongly behind Morgan. They did some nice back and forth opening sequences early. Tallent began using his Chicago style on Morgan, who reversed several unique moves. Tallent nailed him with a European uppercut, but Morgan nailed him with several clobbering elbows and a flying forearm. Morgan tossed Tallent to the floor and when he returned to the apron, snapped him over the ropes. Morgan went for the Tower of London, but Tallent escaped. Tallent took out Morgan’s legs and began focusing on his shoulder, driving him shoulder first into the corner. Tallent followed it up with a modified arm-bar. Morgan tried to make a comeback but snapped into a DDT for a two count.
Tallent tied up Morgan in a master-lock and scissor-legged Morgan's leg with his own. Morgan broke free and nailed a series of forearm shots, followed by a clothesline. He nailed an inverted atomic drop and a flying forearm. Morgan hit a flying body-pressed off the top rope for a two count. Tallent nailed a catapult into the corner but Morgan stopped himself and clocked Tallent with a back elbow. He ascended to the top but Morgan cut him off and nailed a super-plexed. Morgan covered Tallent for a two count.
Morgan kicks Tallent in the head, sending him outside and into the barricade. Morgan follows to the outside where he kicks away at Tallent’s leg. Back in the ring and Morgan continues to work over Tallent's leg with a stiff kick and a leg bar. Morgan hits a running kick to Tallent's knee before choking away at him in the corner. Morgan wraps Tallent’s leg up in the ropes, just wrenching away at his knee. Morgan locks in a modified half crab, but Tallent makes it to the ropes, forcing him to break the hold. Morgan continues his assault on Tallent's knee, hanging it up in the ropes and kicking away. Morgan climbs up to the second rope, but Tallent hits a beautiful spinning kick sending Morgan to the floor. Tallent follows out with a front flip Senton from the top rope out to the floor and on top of Morgan.
Tallent sends Morgan back into the ring and goes up top for a shotgun missile dropkick, Tallent tries for the cover but Morgan kicks out at two. Tallent sends Morgan into the corner, but he eats Morgan’s boot twice. Morgan goes for a cross body, but Tallent ducks and locks in another modified single leg Boston crab. Tallent modifies the hold again into a modified STF with a couple of head-butts for a introductory of blood into the match. Morgan quickly taps out as the referee singles for the bell, and the fans give a amazing approval with a round of applause to both men.
Winner: Billy Tallent [Submission]
Word has been given that Ayres, Townsend, and Lynd have been put on probation effective immediately and are suspended. Tallent and Morgan have not only kept their jobs, but put on a amazing performance that proves they will be going somewhere in the True Glory federation. This is the place to be.
Matt Vaux vs. Shyla Celemmen
Referee Chris Anderson calls for the match to start, and Vaux along with Shyla reach in for a hand-shake and respectfully shake one another hands. Both then switch over to the classic taunting of circling around one another before provoking a ‘test of strength’ battle. Shyla breaks up the challenge once noticing she was losing, and appeared not interested by folding her arms and spitting at the boots of Vaux. Vaux quickly charged in for a headlock which was sharply countered by Shyla’s elbow’s punch to his gut. After the hold is released, Vaux left a opening for Shyla to spring off the ring ropes, but surprisingly Vaux counters a springboard attempt from Shyla by Clotheslining her over the ropes. Remarkably she manages to hang on the apron with her back to him, and he brings her back in with an inverted suplex.
After several minutes of strong offense from Vaux, Shyla attempts a Kung Fu strike but Vaux blocks it and laughs before nailing her with the Rules of Attraction (Vaux irish whips the opponent but holds on and pulls them back in for a devastating rising knee to the chin.) The impact made from Vaux’s signature completely decimated Shyla’s momentum, and the fans excitement quickly overturned into Matt’s favor. Shyla was practically on the verge of blacking out, but she continued to use all the strength she could give to keep standing back up.
Vaux mocked her attempts at fighting back by allowing her to swing a few punches, and the foolish girl would continuously run up against the top turnbuckle as if she would be able to strike Vaux with a devastating blow. Vaux was aware of his surroundings, being the professional ring general that he is, and swiftly and gradually shoves Chris Anderson into the turnbuckle causing her balance to screw up her signature move. In the process, Vaux leaps onto the turnbuckle for a beautiful belly-to-back overwhelming German Suplex that appeared to just have murdered the once spirited wrestler that was Shyla Celemmens.
Vaux rose for a round of applause as he dragged her by the hair on over to the corner turnbuckle. After laying her out perfectly across the turnbuckle like a plastic mannequin, Vaux backs up across the right hand side of the ring. Mockingly, he smirks at the laid out Shyla by folding his arms and spits at her laid out body as she did before. Shockingly to everyone’s approval, Vaux charges across the ring by baseball sliding straight into the crotch of Shyla. The fans scream into approval of “This is Awesome!” *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap*
Vaux kicks Shyla’s agonizingly body over to the center of the ring where he can pin her. Within seconds, his body is found covered over Shyla’s thumping chest as the referee counts the one-two-three.
Winner: Matt Vaux [Pinfall]
Chris Anderson reaches for the hand of Vaux as he accepts the hand raise, and smirks at the broken challenger that lays before him. He spits at her again, before hearing the blasting “My Own Summer” tune by the famous Deftones band. Appearing from all corners of the ring is the Keganation, and they taunt Matt Vaux who steadily targets one of the Kegan’s. The Kegan, Rush, and Bull all entire the ring attacking Vaux only to be greeted by ferocious blows and jabs by the courageous fighter.
Down goes Rush, Bull bounces into the turnbuckles, but Kegan catches Vaux off guard with a chop block to the back of his thigh. The numbers game has already caught up with Vaux as all 3 Kegans start to stomp into the newcomer. The Kegan pulls Vaux to his feet and he tries to battle back! Vaux lands a hard right hook to Bull and tackles Rush into the turnbuckle, followed with a flurry of lefts and rights. Vaux turns and spears The Kegan into the ground as he charges. Vaux is fired up! He turns and is smacked right in the jaw by a superkick from Rush! Rush pops to his feet and pulls Vaux right along. Rush lands a few headbuts to Vaux, before feeding him to Bull who comes running in with a big boot.
The Kegan is in the corner and unties the padding on the top rope. Rush pulls Vaux to his feet and rams him head first into the exposed metal post. Vaux is starting to bleed a little from his head and the Kegans start to leave, happy with themselves.
Jessica Blake vs. Onyx Nightfur
Blake applied a headlock, but Nightfur broke out of it, only to be shoulder-blocked down. Nightfur leapfrogged a charging Blake, then hit a boot in a corner, and a rana that sent Blake to the floor. Nightfur went for a baseball slide, but Blake caught it and swung Nightfur into the security wall. Blake rammed Nightfur into the ring apron. Nightfur crawled back into the ring and Blake catapulted her into the bottom rope. Blake stomped Nightfur, then delivered a vertical suplex for a two count. Blake applied a cross-face chicken-wing, but Nightfur elbowed out of it. Blake put Nightfur on the top rope for a back super-plex, but then Nightfur elbowed Blake to the mat, then hit a top rope Senton of her own. Nightfur ran the ropes, but Blake grabbed her in a tilt-a-whirl back-breaker.
Blake kicked Nightfur in the head, then put her in the corner and choked her with her boot. Blake rammed her face first into a turnbuckle, then drop-kicked her to the floor. Nightfur got on the apron and Blake went to Suplex her back in, but Nightfur floated over and hit some punches. She went for a backdrop and Blake drove a knee into her head, then drop-kicked her on the mat. Blake applied a double chicken-wing, but Nightfur kicked out of it, then drop-kicked the knee of a charging Blake, sending her through the ropes and to the floor. Nightfur dove off the top rope and hit Blake with a Senton on the floor.
Nightfur rolled Blake back in the ring and hit a springboard body-press for a two count. Nightfur leapfrogged Blake, then used a head-scissors to send her into a turnbuckle. Nightfur then spring-boarded off one rope, dropping into an Arabian Press off another, for a two count. Nightfur went for a Quebrada moonsault, but Blake caught it and power-slammed Nightfur for a phenomenal (lol wut?) two count. Blake missed a charge in the corner, and Nightfur hit a top rope moonsault on a standing Blake for a two count. Nightfur went for a rana, but Blake dropped her to the mat and hooked her legs, applying the figure four leg-lock in the center of the ring. Nightfur struggled and made the ropes for a break.
Blake charged Nightfur, who sidestepped her and sent her over the top rope. Blake landed on the apron, and Nightfur kicked her so she would fall over the middle rope. Blake went for a springboard slingshot, but Blake dropped to the floor to dodge it, then clotheslines Nightfur from the apron. Blake went to the top rope, but Nightfur crotch punched her. The audience have been fucking amazed how many times people have been punched in the vagina today. Nightfur went for a top rope rana, but Blake blocked it and super-bombed her to the mat, then put her feet on the ropes, but only got a two count. Blake went for a modified cross-body, but Nightfur moved out of the way. Nightfur hits a spinning wheel-kick for a two count. Nightfur dropkicked Blake into bronco buster position on the middle section ropes. Blake blocked the move and went for the Torture Rack, but Nightfur spun out of it and hit a tornado DDT for a two count.
Nightfur began kicking Blake's legs. Nightfur went for a monkey flip, but Blake caught her with a stroke as she came off the ropes. Blake crawled onto Nightfur, but Nightfur kicked out at BARELY at two. Blake applied the figure four headlock again, but Nightfur, after struggling for many seconds to the lower ropes, breaks the submission maneuver. Blake slammed Nightfur and went to the middle rope, but missed a leg-drop attempt. Blake missed a splash in the corner, and Nightfur hit her with a innovative formation of ‘Whisper In The Wind’ for a two count.
Nightfur hit a series of clotheslines, then a reverse atomic drop and a double leg-drop between Blake's legs. Nightfur dropkicked Blake in the face and got a two count, then hit a gourd-buster. Nightfur went to the top rope and was seemingly building incredibly momentum off of her offense, but Blake rolled to the floor. Nightfur jumped off the apron and hit Blake with a clothesline on the floor. Back in the ring, Nightfur drop-kicked Blake into a corner and then went for an elevated kick, but Blake sprung up and grabbed Nightfur for her devastating ‘head cracker’. Down went Nightfur, and Blake collapses on night fur for a one-two-three pin-count.
Winner: Jessica Blake [Pinfall]
Switching backstage, Wade Mason is standing against the TGW Backdrop and beside him, Kirsten Shelley. Shelley smiles and turns her attention to Mason who is adjusting his suit.
Shelley: Mr Mason, for the second week in a row you've just asked me for a moment to speak so... --What's up?
Mason: Well Ms. Shelley, I thought I'd take this time to steal yet another announcement from Echkhard and the new owner. Next month TGW will crown it's Volitionary Champion in an 8 man tournament starting March 9th. The following week will be the second round, and so on. The finals however will be set for the March Pay Per View, Hysteria. So, over the next few weeks we will be seeing a few exciting matches as all matches will be faced under the Volitionary rules.
Shelley: But, there isn't a champion to decide what the rules of the match would be.
Mason smirks, just waiting for Shelley to say something about it.
Mason: I'm glad you said something. Each match rules will be selected by, me.
Mason smiles and walks away after the announcement and Shelley turns into AJ Adams standing near by. Adams grins and walks into the shot.
Adams: Russell Franchise, come out come out where ever you are. You heard the man, the Volitionary title is coming soon and I know how bad you want it. I KNOW you want in that tournament so set up, bring you A game. What happened to being the constant of TGW? What happened to being the big dog? Or was it all just bark?
I might not be active on the TGW roster, I might have got screwed out of the CWC tournament, but I still have more dedication in this company. I stood up for it's name, I'm willing to bust my ass for this company, but you have just vanished. At least I'm here.
Nikko TaDa Vs. Oleander White
The match starts off at a fast pace with each competitor using their speed to try and gain the quick victory. TaDa hits White with a monkey flip, however White lands on her feet. TaDa charges and walks right into a tilt-a-whirl slam as the fans pop. TaDa grabs for his back as White is surprised that she was able to get it. White starts to run off the ropes as TaDa starts to stir. She meets a rising TaDa with a dropkick to the face and sends TaDa rolling out of the ring. Nikko rolls to his knees and looks into the ring, letting out a deep sigh.
White gets herself ready as each catch their breath. One of the fans yells something at TaDa, catching his attention and White charges the ropes and swan dives over the top! TaDa tries to move out of the way but is taken out. The fans are loving the match and cheer on. Both competitors are to their feet and the referee has already reached 6. White climbs in just before TaDa and both are to their feet, exchanging blows. White ducks a spinning elbow from TaDa and attempts a standing dropkick. TaDa pushes White away and drops her with a leg drop to the back of the head as she tries to rise.
TaDa leaps up and locks in a guillotine choke, trying to end the match. White fights back hoping to escape. The referee asks her is she gives, White refusing. White pulls herself to the bottom rope forcing a break. The damage has clearly been done, White holding onto the ropes for dear life to get a few moments to regain herself. TaDa tries to pull White to the center of the ring but she doesn't let go. Nikko grins and charges the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope and connecting with a splash on the back of White.
TaDa covers. One – two –kickout!
TaDa pulls White to her feet and hits a suplex, pulling her to her feet again. TaDa hits the ropes and ducks under the arm of White. Here comes TaDa again and White dropkicks his knee, sending TaDa face first into the mat. TaDa is on a knee, White setting up for the Chooser of the Slain [Front Flipping Piledriver] as the fans are going wild to see it. White calls for it but TaDa hits a backdrop before she can hit the move. White rolls to her feet and eats a kick to the face from TaDa. TaDa lifts her up and drops her with the Devil's Reject [Reverse Tornado DDT] and covers. This time getting the 3.
Winner: Nikko TaDa [Pinfall]
Natasha Molotov Vs. Bull Kegan Vs. Livewire Vs. Jack Goddard
The bell rings and everyone stands off with a old western feeling stare-down. Livewire hits first with a knee to the Bull’s damaged gut by Vaux from earlier, and right hands to his chest. Goddard comes off the second rope with a firearm on Bush, but Molotov applies a surprising side headlock. Livewire off the ropes with a shoulder block. Livewire run the ropes, Livewire leaps a few times and drops Bull with an elbow. Livewire with a splash in the corner. And meanwhile in the other side of the ring, we witness Goddard receive a clothesline out to the floor by Molotov.
Molotov goes to DDT Goddard onto the steel steps on the outside, but Goddard counters and lifts her in mid-air and slams her spine first into the rail. Jack dumps Molotov back to the floor in front of the audience who ruthlessly growl against Goddard as the camera switches back over to the action going on in the ring.
Bull has overturned Livewire’s offense during the off-time camera view by applying a full-nelson on Livewire, but Livewire charismatically hypes the crowd into cheering for him. Bull realizes that Livewire has found a weak spot in his submission maneuver, and decided to swing Livewire backwards into a beautiful Full-Nelson Suplex as the crowd ‘WOWs’ in amazement.
On the other side of the ring, Molotov knocked Goddard off the top and into the fan barrier outside. Molotov springs forth back onto the turnbuckle, taunts the wrecked Goddard down below, and soars in mid-air and over the barricade nailing Jack’s shoulder blades with her astonishing leg drop. “ You Still Got It!” echoes its way over a satisfied audience, commenting on Molotov’s death-defying attack. She practically nuked Goddard, and he appears to be out cold. Molotov is found being helped over the barricade now by a few excited fans.
Back in the ring, Bull has exposed the turnbuckle and begins smashing Livewire’s head into the exposed metal. Livewire is definitely unconscious and his body collides with the mat for a pin-count. Molotov catapults off the ropes for a flying elbow drop landing on Bull’s skull. An angry Bull takes Molotov down with an arm drag, but Molotov fights out with a head-scissors. Bull floats over into another arm bar and continues to work on Molotov, trying to wear her down. Molotov fights out and locks in a rear chin lock, but Bull fights out, though he quickly falls victim to a shoulder block. Bull knocks Molotov over and goes right back to work on Molotov's arm. An entire three minutes of back and forth amateur wrestling was applauded by a section of wrestling fans, definitely worth noting in this match.
Molotov counters out of the arm hold with a pretty inventive flying arm drag, but when she goes for a dropkick, Bull avoids it. Bull tries for a spinning back kick, but Molotov sends him out to the apron. Goddard is back in the ring and he surprises Molotov with a beautiful dropkick. Goddard slams Molotov’s head into the corner and beats on her for a bit before hitting a punt between Molotov’s gut.
Goddard sends Molotov to the floor where she lands straight on top of her head. Bull grabs a chair and he sits Molotov in it, Goddard grabs another and goes to hit Molotov but the ref takes it away. While the ref has his back turned, Bull picks up Molotov and Bullbusters her through the chair. Bull immediately tosses her back in the ring and demands the ref to follow for the count, and Goddard tosses the evidence into the crowd. Livewire jumps onto Bull to break the count before it could even begin.
Goddard slides back into the ring and beats on Livewire in the corner before he hits Livewire with a big spin kick; sending him directly over the top rope. The action spills to the outside, Bull tries for a running tiger-bomb across the barricade, and successfully nails it onto the matting below. Goddard is battling Molotov with right uppercuts and left jabbed counters, but Molotov unexpectedly pulls out a huge super-kick to jaw of Jack Goddard . Goddard crashes into the steels steps and ring posts as he not only falls, but Molotov also drops for oxygen. The referee is checking on the damaged bloody pair.
Inside the ring, Livewire doesn't fall for it and he hits a fireman's carry neck-breaker. Livewire follows that up by taunting Bull until he rises to hit a springboard back-flip into an inverted DDT, Livewire drops down onto Bull Kegan for the three count but the referee is too busy checking on Molotov on the outside. The fans scream and holler for the referee to get back into the ring. Suddenly, Jake Norton appears through the crowd and rushes inside of the ring.
Jake Norton: “Aw shit, I promised myself I wouldn’t do anymore more nigger jokes this evening. But hey man, you are just easy picking.”
Norton viciously beats the holy hell out of Livewire as the crowd chants “This is bullshit!”. Norton picks up Livewire and tosses him outside of the ring, and begins to brawl with the damaged bloodied down wrestler. Norton drags Livewire down into the crowd as Bull Kegan is laid out in the ring, and Molotov slowly ascends herself up to the turnbuckle looking to soar onto Bull Kegan, perhaps?!
Molotov is seen standing on top of the turnbuckle, but suddenly French Montana appears on the center of the stage and catches her eye. She jumps down and approaches the center ropes glaring and shouting at the ‘face of true glory’. But to a dirty surprise, Goddard rolls her up, old fashioned school boy style, and grabs the ropes with his right hand above the referee’s head as he makes the epic ‘one-two-three’ count.
Winner: Jack Goddard
The camera then switches backstage to where Livewire and Jake Norton are seen fighting through out the entire parking lot area. Livewire has just slammed Norton onto the hood of a Cadillac, and Norton just quickly responded by low-blowing Livewire from behind with his leg. Someone needs to control these animals.
We switch back to ringside and Molotov is furious! Montana watches from the top of the ramp as Goddard and Molotov shout back and forth at each other. Before things could get out of hand, TGW's Creative Director Michael Echkhard is out to the stage.
Echkhard: French, I don't know why you're out here but it's clear to me that your presence here changed the outcome of the match in some way. Goddard, yes you won and I can't take that away from you. What I can do is make a decision about next week. French, your match is next and if Rush wins, he is put into the TGW Title match next week, just as stated last week. We all know that Jack Goddard just earned his right to be in the match as well, however, someone just got screwed and I'm not allowing that on my watch. Natasha Molotov, you have a victory over both French AND Jack so...--Considered yourself one of the contenders for the TGW Title next week at Corrupted Dreams.
Goddard and Molotov have a stare off as we cut to a promo involving TGW stars, promoting Corrupted Dreams.
French Montana Vs. Rush Kegan
Rush charges French from behind as he made his way to the ring and the two started to exchange lefts and rights outside of the ring. French tosses Rush into the barricade and charges but Rush moves. Rush lands a hard suplex on the outside of the ring and stands over Montana. Matt Vaux runs down the ramp and attacks Rush from behind. This match is not going to get under way.
Vaux tosses Rush into the ring and follows. The two men start to exchange blows as they roll on the mat. Here come the other Kegans! French meets Bull first and they are going at it! The Kegan hits the ring and starts to help out his brother Rush.
Outside the ring, French is starting to gain the upper hand before he is leveled with a running forearm by Jack Goddard! Natasha Molotov is right behind him and starts to attack Bull and Goddard.
In the ring, Vaux hits a few headbutts on Rush. Everyone battles as chaos fills the arena as we close!