House Party (April 27, 2020) - Full Show

Kyle Scott Introduction
Babaganoush: Please welcome your Wrestling is Reddit World Champion, Kyle Scott!

Kyle bursts through the curtain with the WiR World Championship around his waist as an unfamiliar song begins to play. Gonzo the pony follows in suit, a red flag draped over his back.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!

Paisner: There he is Mark, after 6 years and god knows how many sabbaticals, Kyle Scott is here, and he has the WiR World Championship with him.

Woodbridge: That's right Pais, it's something nobody in the crowd here tonight ever wanted to see, but you have to give it to Kyle, he's a persistent shitbag, and eventually that gets you the gold.

Paisner: You can say that again.

Kyle wastes no time making his way to the ring, instantly cutting the music as he climbs through the ropes. He stands square in the middle of the ring, he stares straight at the camera proudly displaying his newly won belt.

Kyle: Here I am folks. Your new World Champion. I did tell you all this was going to happen, and did you listen to me? No. I told you all Brendan Byrne was a mad man, and did you listen to me? No. I TOLD you all that this title was rightfully mine, and now it is.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Crowd member: I love you Gonzo!

Kyle: I will stop at nothing to keep this title around my waist, and out of the hands of that chauvinist, fascistic pig Allen Paisner, his gluttonous partner...

Paisner: You've lost a lot of weight since he last saw you.

Woodbridge: Yeah and you can't be a fascist right? Because... you know...

Kyle: ...and all the other vultures that want to take this victory from you. I once sought to bring this company to its knees, but now, I rule this company, and with yourhelp, and you know who you are, we'll change it for good.

Paisner: That's a man who stabbed every single one of his allies in the back, who would ever trust him?

Woodbridge: I dunno Pais there's a lot of dumbass BLEEP in this company.

Paisner: You can't really say that Mark but you're not wrong.

Kyle: You see, this title around my waist represents more than just a decade of hard work and perseverance by a lowly member of the proletariat. It represents a new era for professional wrestling. This new era, comrades, is our era. The working man's era, and I am the Working Man's Champion. And as your champion, I'd like to do something I've waited a long time to do, ladies and gentlemen, WELCOME. TO. HOUSE PARTY!

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufWCvrtCoVE The House Party Theme plays as we open the show! Where we cut to Javier, ready to kick it off!]

Bok Choy & Hugo Ironblood vs. Dustin Devlin & Marshal Wheeler
Babaganoush: The following contest is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit! Your referee is Mia So Hung! Introducing first…

“Rock ‘n Roll Train” plays first and rookie Hugo Ironblood comes roaring from behind the curtain. He’s given a really warm reception, being a New York State boy, and a lot of this crowd is apparently composed of football fans. His partner Bok “Big Boy” Choy is out next as a Miyachi song plays and the crowd give plenty of love to the import from Ibaraki as well. The team is billed at an unreal 831 pounds, and Woodbridge notes he’s seen 5-a-side matches where teams didn’t way that much total.

Their antagonists come out, “Iron Man” playing an indifferent-to-the-crowd Marshal Wheeler out - Wheeler gets into his corner and waits, cold-blooded, preparing himself to give a beating. Finally “Feeling Good” plays and to a bit of smoke and red strobe effects, a smirking Dustin Devlin shows himself into the ring, and shows off a bit by backflipping over the top rope in. The crowd are not fans of him. Paisner lightly admonishes Woodbridge when he suggests this is because Devlin is Canadian, and all Canadians are evil.

Starting off are Devlin and Choy, the smaller man clearly outmaneuvering the larger Choy, but sorely needing to - every time Choy lays a hand on Devlin it gets him off his feet. The giant bear paw swipes, which the ex-rikishi is totally capable of, send Devlin flying three times! Devlin even gets caught up in one of Choy’s GIANT belly-to-belly suplexes for a close nearfall in the opening minutes. Devlin, meanwhile, is hitting more often, but only with jabs and snap kicks that make Choy stagger, at most. Frustrated at his striking not really piercing the man-mountain’s armor, Devlin tags in his partner Wheeler, hoping Wheeler’s proven mixed martial arts experience will do the trick.

Wheeler surprises Choy with a huge left hook to the body that sends Choy careening into the ropes, but when Wheeler tries to capitalize from this with a double leg takedown he only succeeds in making his sumo-trained opponent drop to one knee. Still, that’s enough to hit Choy with a brutal knee to the face, allowing Wheeler to tag Devlin back in. Devlin fires off a huge springboard splash to the larger man, now on his hands and knees, for a near-fall!

...Or it surely would have been, if Devlin had figured out a way to get Choy rolled over onto his back. Frustrated at the immovable giant, Devlin tags Wheeler back in, and Wheeler starts to apply his Lifeblood rear naked choke, but before the MMA fighter can get it locked in properly, Choy starts fighting to his feet! The crowd are chanting for Choy, and Wheeler is using all of his strength to pull Choy back down, but his size is just too much and he drags Wheeler back to his home corner, tagging in a fresh and fired-up Hugo Ironblood. Ironblood starts wailing on Wheeler with punches and powerslam variations, then hits a brainbuster for a nearfall, but as he tries to get the dazed Wheeler up for a full nelson slam, Wheeler frees one arm, then the other, and hits Ironblood right in the head with a nasty spinning back elbow! This gives him a chance to go behind and wrap him up in a waistlock, and it’s clear Ironblood’s weakness in this match is not being QUITE as big as the other big boy - Wheeler is able to hit rolling German suplexes for a nearfall! But Hugo kicks out valiantly and summons up enough fighting spirit to hit a headbutt once he’s back on his feet - a headbutt that makes Wheeler think he needs a break!

Wheeler scrambles back to his corner and tags in Devlin, who manages to get the tilt-a-whirl Helicopter DDT on Ironblood for a quick nearfall, but that’s still not enough - and Devlin takes one two many roperuns as he goes for a spear. Ironblood lays him out with a chokeslam and quickly tags Choy back in, while running to the other side of the ring to prevent Wheeler from breaking up the pin that’s about to come - Choy hits Devlin with a crowd-pleasing Big Boy Splash for the 1, 2, 3 in 12 minutes, 18 seconds.

Hugo and Choy enjoy the fans chanting for them as they exit under their music, while Devlin and Wheeler simply look resentful, Devlin clutching his midsection as he limps away.

Commercial

Santiago Martinez Interview
We come back from the break to a scene backstage in which Chad Hammocks stands ready to introduce his next guest.

Hammocks: Ladies and gentlemen, once again we are joined by the Independent Champion, Santiago Martínez!

Santiago walks into frame, wearing a white tee with some sweatpants, while carrying the famed white belt over his shoulder. The two men greet each other with an elbow bump.

Martínez: Chad, my dude, what's popping?

Hammocks: I'm doing great, thanks for asking!

Martínez: You know? I need you to come back to my stream one of these days! I feel like we have so much to talk about! Once again, gang, it's twitch-dot-teevee-slash-CoolSkorpion84, 2.5K concurrents, we have a lot of fun, a lot of variety, so hit up that follow and join the gang! How about that?

Hammocks: Well, thank you for the ad... I know we have a lot to discuss on stream. So how's the leg doing?

Sparky gives Chad a side-eye stare, but he breaks into a smile for a second.

Martínez: Okay dude... It's not ideal, but hey, I'm still standing and I'm still here! I'm strapped up and not in the fun way, I've got some Forest Gump-looking contraptions on my knees, so I'll try to stay out of trouble tonight. How's your leg?

Hammocks: I was in pain for a couple of days, nothing a little CBD couldn't fix. laughs So... Dick Dover, huh?

Martínez: Dick Dover indeed... I've got to give it to him, he definitely showed what he's made of. Sure, he might be made of a jet black mass of cruelty and sadism, but he showed it! He obviously showed that he's a talented wrestler and a great contender... Just not good enough to get that W he was looking for.

Hammocks: How did you feel after the match?

Martínez: A little tired, to be honest, but I was proud of what I'd done. It was a tough one, but I stayed true to myself, true to what I know and true to what I believe. Unlike the last time, I kept it under control and most importantly, it got me where I needed to go.

Hammocks: So, what's next for Santiago Martínez?

Martínez: Well, I don't know how to answer that... I feel like there are a ton of potential challengers right now and...

???: A ton, you say?

The identity of the interrupting voice is revealed as Joey McCarty appears, standing to the right of Hammocks.

Hammocks: Uhh, ladies and gentlemen, this is Joey McCart-

McCarty: They know who I am! You just said that there were a ton of contenders for your title, but I don't think that's the case, Sparks. There's only one real challenger in this company and he's standing right in front of you.

Martínez: Chad, I had no idea you wanted to wrestle...

McCarty: Don't try to be a snarky bastard in front of me, Sparky, that's what I do! You might have defeated Dick Dover last week, but you're far from being a real champion!

Martínez: Don't you have a title you have to regain?

McCarty: Now listen, you can either keep on doing what you did last month: facing off against washed up hacks and bottom tier wrestlers so you can look good in front of these rubes, or you can do something different, something good, for a change. You can hobble your way to the ring step through those ropes and fight someone who actually deserves to be called a champion.

Martínez: Here's the thing, Joey, there's something you need to know. I have a little problem: I'm physically incapable of backing out from a fight. I don't know what makes you think that all of a sudden I'm not a real champion, but if you want to get clowned on a livestream in front of thousands of people, I'm all for it.

McCarty: Huh... Even easier than expected. See you next week then! That way I'll give you enough time to kiss your title goodbye, Santi.

Martínez: Uhhh... That doesn't cut it for me, Joe, sorry...

McCarty: What? You need extra time? You need another week so your wittle knee can get better? I'm 100% ready, mate, I can do this anytime and anywhere!

Martínez: Joey, you laid down the challenge, so for the sake of sportsmanship, I should be the one choosing the time and place for it...

McCarty: That makes no sense, two weeks is more than enough time for you to get better from a bruised knee! No excuses!

Martínez: So I'll give you 25 minutes to get ready.

McCarty: Don't try to hide-wait, WHAT? 25 minutes? Get ready for what?

Martínez: For the match, numbnuts! You win, you're the number one contender. You lose, you get lost. Is that good enough for you, Mr. Anytime and Anywhere?

McCarty: Argh... You're gonna regret pissing me off, Sparky. Don't forget that I know you were a part of what happened to me a couple of weeks ago, and I want my revenge...

Martínez: What? I don't know what you're talking about. I was not involved in that...

McCarty: You might've fooled these fuckers into thinking you've changed, but you can't fool me! You know I'm the real threat to your reign, and you wanted to help take me out in advance! But your mission failed, just like you will when I become the next Indy Champion! Make sure you keep that title clean and shiny, cause the next Triple Crown Champion likes it that way.

Joey walks out of frame, staring daggers at Santiago along the way.

Hammocks: Well... It seems like you have a match tonight, huh?

Martínez: I didn't do that, Chad. Joey might think I attacked him two weeks ago, but he couldn't be further away from the truth... Tonight, though? That's gonna be a different story.

A Suspicious Car is Spotted
We cut from there and we’re getting a drone shot of the surrounding area of Fairport. In the shot is a shitty old Honda Civic, parked haphazardly beside the building.

Paisner: We are live in Fairport, New York for tonight’s edition of House Party.

Woodbridge: Look how that fuckin asshole parked. You see that?

Paisner: Is that… It must be, nobody drives Honda Civics like that anymore, except…

Woodbridge: Criminals?

Paisner: I gotta make a phone call…

Chip Rutgers vs. Mercenaire
Babaganoush: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL with a 30-minute time limit! Your referee is Mia So Hung!

“Sandstorm” plays and Chip Rutgers rides his BMX bike to the ring to mild cheering, convinced that today will be his day. Probably not though. Then “The Fall III”, the awesome tinkly progressive rock theme of Mercenaire, plays - the man himself seems pretty shady but his music rules so he gets a mixed reaction.

The match itself - well, it’s a quick affair. Chip goes for pocket sand, Merc kicks his hand away. This repeats three times before Mercenaire is just absolutely exhausted with it and hits a spinning backfist-gut kick-rising knee combo - his signature Remise - before getting on the top rope, jumping high into the air, and hitting a crispy-looking Atterisage Lunaire moonsault for the pin. The whole rigmarole takes exactly 1 minute.

D&B Backstage
Mark Dutch and Louis Blackwater are walking around backstage, kicking around an empty tea dispenser they stole from catering.

Dutch: I’m sooo booooored. We haven’t been booked in two weeks! Why are we even here? I wish we had someone’s ass to kick.

Blackwater: We just gotta make the most out of it. Um… We could…

He spots a wooden broom and grabs it.

Blackwater: We could play baseball.

Dutch: With… that thing?

Dutch points to the metal bucket. Blackwater shrugs.

Blackwater: Could be fun.

Dutch: Eh.. we’ll see.

Dutch goes to open the door which opens to the side of the building. He runs into a sketchy looking albino man wearing ill-fitting clothes on the other side of the door, startled but clearly trying to play it cool.

Man: Sorry, I’ll get out of your way!

Blackwater: WAIT!!

The albino man looks a bit confused and worried. Blackwater gives Dutch a “you thinking what I’m thinking?” look and Dutch subtlety nods.

Man: I’m just trying to - I’ll get out of your hair.

Blackwater: Nah, dude, you seem cool. What’s your name?

The man tries to walk away.

Man: Sorry I gotta -

Dutch grabs him by the shirt and yanks him back.

Durch: He asked you a question, boy. Not answering is very rude.

The man gulps, a drip of sweat falling off his forehead.

Man: D-d-d.. Bill Fish?

Blackwater explodes with a single laugh. Dutch smirks.

Dutch: Your name is Bill Fish. Isn’t that interesting. Bill Fish was uglier than you are, and you’re not winning any prices with that face.

“Bill Fish” squirms as Dutch holds him by the collar.

”Bill Fish:” Let me go I don’t want any trou-

Suddenly, Bill Fish swings an elbow at Dutch and escapes his clutches.

Blackwater: HEY!

“Bill Fish” starts to make a run for it towards a Honda Civic parked weirdly at the side of the building, but Blackwater trips him with the broom handle.

Blackwater: WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BILL?

The albino man gets to his feet and swings at Blackwater but he ducks it. Dutch sneaks up behind the man and shoves the tea dispenser bucket on top of the man’s head, blinding him. Blackwater swings the wooden mop like Babe Ruth in the 9th.

WHACK

The bucket, flies off the man’s head as he drops straight to the ground, completely out cold.

Blackwater: Oh fuck that felt good.

Dutch: I like unnecessary violence.

Suddenly, a flock of cop cars come swarming around the side of the building, surrounding the Honda Civic. Blackwater starts to panic but Dutch is calm as ever.

Blackwater: Fuck is that my parole officer?!

Dutch: You don’t have a parole officer anymore.

Blackwater: Right.

Dutch: May he rest in peace.. in the Bahamas after his retirement.

A bunch of cops exit their cars at the same time and come running up to D&B and the completely limp “Bill Fish,” in a heap on the ground. Blackwater seems paranoid and Dutch seems on guard. One of them pulls out handcuffs.

Officer 1: You’re under arrest!

Dutch: You ain’t got no proof. We want our attorneys!

The officer gets on his knees and handcuffs the unconscious man. Blackwater looks so relieved and Dutch puts his guard down, still eying the police officer.

Officer 2: Did you two have anything to do with this?

Blackwater: NO!

Dutch: How come?

Officer 1: Because this man is Darnell Walmsley, a wanted escapee and we’ve been on his trail for days.

Blackwater: IT WAS WE GOT HIM IT WAS DEFINITELY US.

The officer tries to lift Darnell but he’s dead weight.

Officer 1: Jesus, what happened to him?

Dutch: He.. slipped and fell.

A second and third officer take Darnell away together, one grabbing his legs and the other his shoulders. They heave him into the back of one of the cop cars.

Officer 1: Well I cant thank you enough, fellas.

Blackwater: Um, will there be some kind of reward for, you know, our efforts?

Officer 1: Oh, definitely. Cash and more. You deserve it. You’re heroes!

Blackwater and Dutch both get a twinkle in their eyes.

Blackwater: Cash…

Dutch: Hero…

Officer 1: Uh, right. So stay right here, boys, one of my officers is gonna take down your information.

D&B are both starry-eyed, thinking of their glory-to-be. Everyone is gonna love them now.

Maverick and Stephen Romero Backstage
We cut to the back, where we see Maverick backstage, sitting by himself as he ties his wrestling boots, and takes a swig out of a water bottle right beside him for hydration, then a swig out of a mr pibb can also next to him for refreshment. Before then, we hear the locker room door open. Maverick turning his head, as we see Stephen Romero walk into the room, already clad in his ring gear, as Mav’s face lights up with a smile, standing up and stretching out his arms to greet Romero with a hug.

Maverick: Hey man! It’s been a while! How you doin-

As Maverick is about to go in with the hug, Romero unexpectedly to him stretches out his arm in front of him, and keeps Maverick at bay. Maverick looking confused by Romero’s actions.

Romero: I’m not here to exchange pleasantries. I can’t be friends with you with what you’ve done.

Maverick: Wha…..what do you mean?

Romero: What do I mean? You cost Byrne the world title, then attacked him after faking him out! What the hell do you mean asking me that?

Maverick: Hey! What? Cool off man, it might’ve not looked the best, but I had my reasons. There's a lot here that you don't understand Stephen, my intentions weren’t what you seem to think they are man!

Romero: I don’t give a fuck about your intentions I give a fuck about your actions! And you talk about your intentions like they’re any good just because you weren’t actively trying to play the role of “bad guy”. You’re our longest ever reigning world champ! Whatever reasons you have for your actions could damn well be covered by winning at the rate that you do! Those weren’t the actions of a man who needed to do something devious to get by, those were the actions of a damned coward!

Maverick: What?! No! It’s not like that, please let me explain, I don’t think you understa-

Romero: I understand everything that I need to, no explanation makes up for what you did. Now, if you really still care about what people think of you since you’re this invested in trying to make it up to me. Then I recommend thinking long and hard about what all those who looked up to you felt when you attacked Byrne and shook hands with that bastard Krieger. Saying you didn’t mean to break hearts doesn’t fix them. I’ll see you in the ring later, I hope you come to your senses by then since I know you can be better than this. Until you do, there aren’t enough words to describe how disappointed I am in you.

Maverick tries to get out words, but seems choked up and unable to say anything, as Romero turns, and walks away, closing the door behind him as he leaves. Leaving Maverick alone, a dejected look on his face, as he sits back down, wrestling boots only half tied, staring at the floor.

Commercial

Dick Dover vs. Kaitlyn Casey Jones
We come back from break, where we see Javier yet again, ready for more action.

Babaganoush: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL with a 30-minute time limit! Your referee is Ivan Itchicock!

“Prisoner of Society” plays first to resounding boos - yes, it’s Dick Dover’s music, and the ref-turned-wrestler-turned (or maybe just always was) bastard does not have a lot of fans among WiR’s crowds. He cracks fat jokes, bald jokes, and short jokes at randoms in the crowd and generally has a laugh as he stalls outside the ring for a bit before getting in.

A song with surf-rock guitar in it called “I’m Yer Dad” plays - this would be Kaitlyn Casey Jones’s new theme, and Kait comes out strutting, possibly actually drunk, and decides to take the stairs up to the ring. Once in, though, she focuses on Dover, and shoots in for him right after the bell sounds, hitting him with a pop-up hoping for an immediate GIA, but Dover manages to just land on his feet and more than that, counter with a falling elbow to the head from above. Dover then lands his own spinning spinebuster on Kait for a nearfall.

Recovering from that - and possibly sobering up - Kait comes up with a gameplan, trying to exploit her strength advantage over Dover. They fight each other for a belly-to-belly hold and Kait gets it, ducking under Dover’s arm and flipping him with a northern lights suplex that he quickly kicks out of, making Kait respond with a fallaway slam that she rolls over, putting Dover onto his hands and knees and making him the perfect target for the Under the Knife scissors kick, scoring a nearfall. She pounds on Dover with elbows, a scoop slam, and finally a powerbomb for another nearfall, and then suddenly breaks away from him to go for Knee Hao. Dover, though, avoids Kait’s knee trembler with a leg pick and twists around to get a bow and arrow stretch - he puts it on only weakly as his head is still spinning, but although Kait escapes rather fast, she’s still lost her momentum, and Dover has recovered somewhat.

Dover takes it slow, baiting Kait into a lockup, feinting, and hitting a jumping bulldog, following up with a backbreaker and then a surfboard stretch. Kait powers out of that, but her back is clearly the worse for wear. Her dander up, she gets Dover up for another powerbomb, but her hurting back makes her unsteady and she slams him down relatively weakly; she turns him over for another Under the Knife, but Dover is ready for this and catches and whips Kait’s leg. She does her best to roll through but Dover catches her with a belly-to-back suplex, and when she barely kicks out of that bridge, he reaches between her legs and gives her the ol’ schoolboy clutch for a sudden pinfall win at 9 minutes 22 seconds.

Dover gets a hearty boo as he grins and jaws his way out under his music, while a fuming Kait won’t even look the commentators in the face as she leaves, refusing help from the ref and timekeeper.

Maverick Promo
We cut back to the ring, as the camera pans across the crowd, and we suddenly hear a familiar tune.

KILLING IN THE NAME OF!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

The music plays across the speakers for a few moments, until we see Maverick slowly step through the curtain, wearing his usual wrestling gear, with a plain grey T-shirt. He has a mic in hand and a scowl across his bearded face. Maverick stands at the top of the stage, and looks out into the sea of fans, relentlessly booing the hell out of him.

Paisner: Our main event isn’t until a bit later in the show, but it looks like Maverick is coming out now!

Woodbridge: And he’s got a mic in hand, perhaps we may get some answers as to what we saw at the RVD Memorial Show!

Maverick walks down the ramp, not slapping any fans hands like he usually would. Some fans actually start throwing debris at Maverick, like empty styrofoam cups and crumpled hot dog wrappers. Mav does his best to dodge these as he walks down the aisle.

Paisner: In case you missed the iPPV and are wondering why Maverick is walking out to a chorus of boos, during the main event, Maverick made his presence and was seemingly trying to help former WiR Champ Brendan Byrne by fending off Victor Ivanov, but Mav’s presence momentarily distracted Byrne and cost him the WiR World Title!

Woodbridge: And to make matters worse, after the match was over Mav then lifted Brendan Byrne high in the air and dropped him on his neck onto a chair, with a seemingly even MORE vicious version of the Assault Driver!

Paisner: Mav then shook hands with none other than Charlie Krieger! Revealing that the bounty that was on Byrne’s head all this time was placed by none other than Krieger himself. Krieger was the mastermind behind all the unexpected attacks on Byrne over the past few weeks, and Maverick was the one who finally cashed in and got the job done!

Maverick rolls into the ring, and stands in the middle of the ring as his music fades away. The music fades and the sound of boos replaces it quickly. Maverick stands basking in the audience’s jeers.

Crowd: YOU-SOLD-OUT! YOU-SOLD-OUT! YOU-SOLD-OUT!

Mav starts to slowly lift the mic up to his mouth, but the crowd boos loudly as he does so.

Crowd: BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Mav lowers the mic, not wanting to speak as the audience loudly boos the hell out of him. Amongst the boos, we start to hear a chant start to pick up, and it gets louder and louder.

Crowd: BREN-DAN BYRNE! BREN-DAN BYRNE! BREN-DAN BYRNE!

Mav quickly lifts the mic up.

Maverick: Do you people like Brendan Byrne?

Crowd: YYYEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Maverick: Well fear not! Brendan Byrne may not be out here right now, but even better than him, MAVERICK is here live and in living color!!!

Crowd: BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Woodbridge: Man, this crowd is really letting Mav have it!

Maverick has a smirk on his face, but the more the crowd boos, the more the smirk turns to a scowl.

Maverick: But that’s not good enough for you people, is it? I’M not good enough for you people anymore, apparently! After what I did at the iPPV, you people decided to put all your cute little labels on me, like you have ANY fucking idea what happened. Hell, even my “friend” Stephen Romero has started calling me out like HE has any idea what happened.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!!!

Maverick: Well I’ll tell you ALL what happened! Yeah, I dropped Brendan Byrne on his neck, and I sent his ass to the hospital, but now here’s the part you DON’T know. For the past few months, I’ve been living with no consistent source of income. During WiR’s recent hiatus I was making decent money taking an indy booking here and there, and I was getting by decently, but one day, Rosco got very sick.

The crowd starts going a bit more silent, a more respectful and solemn mood in the venue.

Maverick: Yeah, Rosco the Pig, my dearest friend, he got very sick. But he was treatable, with the right medicine. I was told Rosco should make a full recovery if he takes this medicine for about 3 months. Only problem is that the medicine was quite expensive. I was able to afford it though…..until recently. Money was going out far faster than it was coming in, and before long, Rosco would be without the medicine he needed, and he may very well have died as a result. I’m not even sure the regular WiR pay would’ve been enough to help me cover the costs of his medication.

Maverick scratches the back of his head for a second before continuing. The camera cuts to members of the crowd, who look concerned over Rosco’s status.

Maverick: I wasn’t just gonna let Rosco die, so I seeked opportunity. Before long, opportunity came knocking at my door, and that opportunity was none other than Charlie Krieger.

Crowd: BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Maverick: Krieger laid it all out to me, and after it was all said and done I had an offer that I couldn’t refuse. I’d soon have the money to afford the rest of Rosco’s medication, and THEN some. All I had to do was make Brendan Byrne lay where he once stood. I did my part, I shook his hand, and I got my payment later that night.

The crowd is 50/50 on Mav. One half seems to be sympathizing with his desire to help Rosco, but the other half is still booing and scorning Mav for his actions.

Maverick: I had originally planned for that to be the end of it, but…….but I talked to Krieger a couple hours before the iPPV started. I told him that after I attacked Byrne, I would be done. I’d continue to fight not for money, but for the people, like I always had before. And that’s when Krieger told me, “As soon as you drop Byrne, the fans will turn their back on you. They won’t give you a chance to explain yourself, they’ll just label you a monster without thinking twice.”

Maverick’s serious expression turns into an exasperated smile.

Maverick: I didn’t WANT to believe him. I DIDN’T believe him! I didn’t think the MavNation, who’ve been with me through all the ups and downs, would just denounce me without even thinking twice about it! But after tonight, it’s ABUNDANTLY clear that Charlie Krieger was right about you people!

Crowd: BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Maverick: For 5 YEARS I fought for you people, the WiR fans. I fought for YOU, but not a single damn one of you cared to fight for ME! You people booed the shit out of me before I even had a chance to speak!

Mav looks out into the crowd, pointing at a few individuals out of the bunch.

Maverick: And for the lot of you that are actually sympathizing with my intentions of helping Rosco, you can wipe those solemn looks off your faces and start booing me too, because you sappy motherfuckers were the same motherfuckers literally throwing trash at me 5 minutes ago! Each and every one of you people can blow it out your ass!!!

Crowd: BBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

The entire crowd is now back to booing Mav, as Mav basks in the reaction.

Maverick: The MavNation is DEAD, and you can all thank yourselves for killing it! I’m done fighting for you people! You people were a burden, and I’m DONE carrying that burden!

Crowd: ASSSSHOLE!!! ASSSSSHOLE!!! ASSSSSHOLE!

Maverick: I’m not fighting for the people, and I’m damn sure not fighting for free! So tonight, me and Hank Harrison are gonna beat Romero and Saunders, then I’m gonna hit the pay window, get the winner's share of the purse, and get away from you god-forsaken people as soon as possible!

Crowd: BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Mav steps through the ropes out of the ring, and starts to walk up the aisle. The crew plays Maverick’s musicover the speakers again as he walks, but Maverick suddenly stops and raises the mic again.

Maverick: HOLD ON! NO! NO! CUT THAT MUSIC! CUT THAT DAMN MUSIC!

The sound crew quickly cuts Mav’s music off.

Maverick: That music is now a relic from the past. That was the “old” Mav’s music! You may as well just burn that CD now!

Crowd: BBOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Woodbridge: C’mon! Rage Against the Machine is awesome!

Maverick: I feel like a new man, and later tonight, you’ll hear a more fitting track for yours truly.

Maverick drops the mic on the stage, and walks through the curtains while the crowd continues to boo.

Paisner: Unbelievable stuff. I never thought I’d ever see this day, but The MavNation is dead, and Maverick is one of the most hated men in WiR.

Woodbridge: And we’ll see him again in our main event tonight! Stay tuned fans! More House Party to come!

Commercial

Nelson Butterfly vs. Tyler Dylan
Babaganoush: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL with a 30-minute time limit! Your referee is Harry Undersach!

“The Anomaly” plays and everyone cheers, because everyone likes SPECIALIST! Nelson Butterfly comes out flexing and looking relatively confident and cheerful, possibly motivated by the sheer appreciation of the crowd. He hangs out in the ring and waits for Tyler, who gets just as much booing as Nelson got cheering. “Up Against the Wall” plays the noted self-merch-wearer out and Tyler comes to the ring with some pep in his step, eyeing Nelson up and down.

The bell rings and Tyler goes for the test of strength; he actually gets THROWN by Nelson, prompting cheers, but as Nelson goes for the double underhook Tyler slips out and hits a knee to the gut followed by a snap DDT - he can’t even get a pinfall attempt, though, as Nelson’s re-caught one of his arms in one underhook and struggles to get the other. The two are locked together in Nelson’s double underhook embrace as Tyler desperately runs forward and rams Nelson’s back into the turnbuckles to try to escape, but Nelson simply won’t let go!

Coming off the buckles, Nelson, still clinging with his favorite hold, flips Tyler up with a double underhook suplex and rotates him into a cutter for an Unravel the Chrysalis nearfall. Paisner notes just how uncomfortable Tyler seems with an unconventional style like Nelson’s, and that it could be his undoing this match. Kicking out, Tyler tries to fight back with elbows, but once Nelson’s able to block, though he is rocked by the strikes, he can easily put the double underhook on Tyler once again. Tyler spins out and tries to take Nelson to the ground with a German suplex attempt but gets a slip-through arm drag for his troubles, and when Tyler gets his feet back under him and goes for a roundhouse kick Nelson sweeps his leg and puts one underhook on the fallen Tyler, pulling Tyler’s torso out straight, and applying the other, then bridging for his Paralympic Hell submission hold! Tyler only escapes by getting his foot on the ropes and when Nelson immediately gives the rope break, Tyler rakes his opponent’s face to boos and an admonishment from Harry Undersach.

Tyler’s arms are still recovering but his legs still work, so he goes for a jumping knee and then a hurricanrana for a nearfall, but Nelson obviously knows his way around pin escapes from somewhere, so he kicks out at a count of 2. Having gotten one arm to work properly, Tyler puts a quick front facelock on and jumps as high as he can to hit a leaping DDT on Nelson for another nearfall. Clearly fired up or impatient, Tyler lifts Nelson for a Blue Thunder Bomb - but drops him, the double underhook siege of before being too much for him to get the back suplex lift. Nelson uses the opportunity to go for another arm drag but a pissed Tyler rakes Nelson’s face again hard, leading Undersach to tell him he’ll get a DQ if he tries anything like that again. He gives an exaggerated “What did I do wrong” display before nailing Nelson in the face with a savate kick, and then putting the standing headscissors on him into Smells Like Victory, the Canadian destroyer being enough for the pinfall win in 10 minutes, 13 seconds.

Tyler celebrates like he’s won a major match as he leaves, and Nelson merely tries to shake it off.

Buster Braggadocio Backstage
We cut to backstage as Buster Braggadocio saunters through a hall, running a pick through his afro as he has something loud playing in a pair of black airpods. The camera follows as he turns a corner and bumps into a stone faced brute in Soviet apparel and a mask to match.

Buster: Watch where you’re going, commie cracka.

The man turns around and the stone face has become an incredulous one as Buster stops, turns around, and takes out one airpod to get in his face, but before anything becomes of it, Ernesto Vargas appears between the two.

Ernesto: Che, che, tranquilízate! It’s all good, Buster!

Buster takes off his eyeglasses and strokes his chin as he stares deeply into the eyes of Ernesto.

Buster: Have we met before, grease fountain?

Ernesto: If we haven’t, the name’s Ernesto. This is Viktor Ivanov. Good to meet you. We are big fans.

Buster gives a skeptical eyebrow raise as he looks over to Ivanov, who has reformed his face back to the stone cold expression he had before. Buster looks back at Ernesto and gives him a look up and down before putting his glasses back on.

Buster: Cool, keep your gorilla gringo out of my way then, yea?

Buster begins to turn around, but Ernesto grabs his shoulder.

Ernesto: Just wanted to say, we like the message that you put out. Buenas ondas, y’know? And,

Ernesto leans into Buster’s ear.

Ernesto: Keep up the good work, Comarada.

Ernesto walks away and Ivanov follows without a word as Buster is left speechless, cautiously watching them leave until they are out of sight as the scene fades to black.

Commercial

Santiago Martínez vs. Joey McCarty
Javier: The following contest is scheduled for one fall -

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Javier: And it has a 30 minute time limit. Your referee for this contest is Harry Undersach!

Crowd: HE’S SO HARRY! clapclapclapclapclap

Javier: Introducing first, from Woodstock, Ontario, Canada - He weighed in tonight at 229 pounds - JOEY MCCARTY!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Tommy’s Planet starts to play as Joey walks out from behind the curtain.

Paisner: Joey basically bullied his way into a #1 contendership match, and it seems like he’s prepared for this match - well as best as he can be on 30 minutes’ notice!

Woodbridge: Santiago has a hurt knee, and Joey’s more than capable of taking advantage of that.

Joey hits himself in the head twice, psyching himself up, before walking down the ramp, ignoring the fans roasting him. He slides into the ring, and gets up, before placing his head into the turnbuckle and muttering something. After a moment of silence, he hops to the second rope, and raises his arms high, as the crowd booes him down, before hopping off and bouncing from foot to foot.

Javier: And his opponent, fighting out of Coral Gables, Florida, by way of Medellín, Colombia - he weighed in tonight at 184 pounds, your Independent Champion, SANTIAGO MARTINEZ!

Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

Martinez’s theme plays as Sparky hops out from backstage, raising both arms into the air. He seems mostly unbothered by his injured leg, as he makes his way down the ramp.

Paisner: Santiago coming off an impressive victory over a surprisingly resilient DIck Dover, and he looks ready to take on the world today.

Woodbridge: You can say that, but one of the first rules of wrestling is not to let your opponent see where you’re hurting. Joey knows that leg is injured, but Sparky isn’t going to let him see it.

Santiago walks up the steps with maybe a little bit more gingerness than usual, before wiping his boots off and stepping between the ropes. The two face off, and Harry Undersach pats both of them down for foreign objects, before calling for the bell.

DING DING DING

Joey starts off hot, taking a series of brawling fists to Santiago and sending Santiago reeling. Joey keeps up the onslaught before taking Sparky’s leg out with a chop block! Santiago, who seemed fine to this point, clutches his knee, obviously not fully recovered from the damage Dover dealt to it!

Paisner: Ooh, sick move from Joey there, immediately going to that bad leg!

Woodbridge: We’ve met Joey before - if he sees a shortcut he can take he’s going to take it.

Joey, having found his target, starts to work Santiago over with stomps and knee drops. Sparky rolls away and pulls himself to his feet, keeping distance from Joey, and hitting him with a few quick kicks to the gut. These daze Joey, and Sparky is able to fight back into the match with a quick clothesline!

Sparky knows his strength right now is the ground game, something Joey’s never proven adept at, and he does his best to ground the larger man with a headlock! Joey fights back to vertical from the grounded headlock, only for Sparky to transition into a smooth tiger spin and bring Joey face-down to the mat! Sparky goes to the hammerlock, trying to wear Joey down, and succeeds for a while, but Joey’s free arm scythes Sparky’s bad leg and puts him right back to square one!

Joey tries to go right back to the leg work, but Sparky’s ring awareness is enough that he instantly rolls out of the way! Sparky gets up to his feet with obviously a little bit of effort, and Joey stalks him, looking for a quick attack on the knee, but Sparky goes for a flash Slingblade! Joey saw the match last week, or was just quick on the uptake, though - he heaves Sparky up into the air and drops him into a kneebreaker on his bad leg!

Paisner: SLINGBLA - NO! - Joey with a sickening kneebreaker, and I’m sure Santiago is regretting going for the aerial move!

Woodbridge: Joey knows how to focus on an injury with the best of them, and even though he’s no technician, he knows how to hurt you.

Sparky hits the mat in agony, and Joey’s quickly on top of him, looking for the sharpshooter that would definitely put the champ out of this match!

...

NO! Sparky slides up and pulls Joey into a small package!

1!

2!

3!

Joey kicks out, but it’s a moment too late!

DING DING DING

Sparky rolls over, clutching his knee, and Joey immediately pops up, arguing with Undersach about the count. Undersach stands firm, however, and Joey takes a step away, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

Javier: And your winner, at a time of 9:35, SANTIAGO MARTINEZ!

Paisner: Joey seemed to have the advantage for a lot of that match, Mark!

Woodbridge: And look at him, Allen - He’s not happy!

Joey powders out, and goes up the ramp, sulking, while Santiago holds his leg in agony!

Joey passes the curtain, and a large figure slides into the ring!

Crowd: WOOOOOOO!

Santiago rolls over, grabbing the ropes, and pulls himself into a sitting position to see the intimidating form of Dragon standing across from him! Sparky pulls himself up, but it’s already too late, as Dragon turns him inside out with a discus big boot!

Paisner: ZEPELLI’S REVENGE! Andrew Garcia making a statement!

Woodbridge: He feels like Santiago and him have unfinished business, Allen - and he’s giving him a reciept!

Dragon looks down at Santiago coldly, before stepping out of the ring and walking backstage.

Paisner: Well - It’s probably time for a commercial break after that, while we make sure Santiago is okay.

Commercial

Hank Harrison & Maverick vs. Stephen Romero & Mason Saunders
We cut back to the ring, where we see Javier with microphone in hand, ready to announce the action.

Javier: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team match, set for one fa-

However, before Javier can finish announcing, the creepy, ominous sounds of Yonkers by Tyler The Creator come through the speakers. Where we then see Austin Balandran step through the curtains, dressed in a perfectly fitted white and gold suit. With his butler Bernardo behind him, carrying a small table with white tablecloth draped over it, and a gold plate with a fancy steak dinner on it. Served with a side of asparagus.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Paisner: Balandran coming down to the ring? The hell does he have planned?

Woodbridge: Likely to gloat more in Romero’s face Allen! Romero’s already coming in with questions about both his physical and mental health, so if Balandran is making a presence at ringside, the odds for Romero and Saunders are already out of their favor as Romero could easily be distracted the whole match.

Balandran with Bernardo makes his way down the entrance, responding to the jeers with a simple cocky smile, as he gets to ringside, and walks around over to the announcer’s table, Bernardo setting the fancy table with the dinner down by the comparatively shabby announcer’s table. Balandran sitting down, and Bernardo excusing himself to the back, as Paisner begins to say-

Paisner: So, I guess you’ll be joining us for this match Balandra-

But before he can finish his sentence, Balandran without even really acknowledging Paisner’s existence as a person, grabs Paisner’s headset to take it for himself.

Paisner: Hey hey what the-!

Balandran casually gets the headset off of Paisner, and puts it on himself.

Balandran: Hello viewers! For no particular reason, this match seemed interesting to me, so I thought I would drop by to give my thoughts!

Paisner: (faintly coming in over Woodbridge’s mic) Could you have at least bought your own headset, you certainly have the money!

Woodbridge nudges Paisner, motioning to him that they can share the mic on his headset, and so Woodbridge and Paisner scoot in very close to each other to make this set up work. We also see Woodbridge try to sneak his hand across the table to steal one of Balandran’s asparagus, but Balandran slips Woodbridge’s hand away, foiling the attempt. As Javier returns to announcing after the interruption.

Javier: The following is a tag match set for one fall, with a 60 minute time limit, and it is tonight’s MAIN EVENT!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Jaunty piano chords begin to play, as "The Way We Get By" by Spoon plays Hank Harrison out onto the entranceway. He adjusts his white glove, as he makes a slow, menacing walk down to the ring.

Javier: Introducing first, from Houston, Texas. Weighing in at 300 pounds, “Heavy” Hank Harrison!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Paisner: Down comes Hank Harrison, and tonight could be a wonderful opportunity for him, so far his only victory is against Chip Rutgers, in matches against higher level competition he has yet to pick up a win. So tonight could be a huge statement for him with a victory, and on paper, he’s got about the best tag team partner you could ask for!

Harrison continues to head down to the ring, jawing off with some fans as he does so, before eventually making it to the ring apron, stepping over the ropes into the ring, and awaiting his tag team partner.

A voice incredibly insistent on you knowing they have money comes through the speakers, repeating the word many times before Maverick comes out onto the entranceway to the sounds of "Whales (Remix)" by Hail Mary Mallon. Stepping through the curtain with a certain swagger, a smirk on his face as he raises his fists in the air soaks in the reaction of the crowd.

Crowd: BBBOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Paisner: Well, I guess there's his new music!

Woodbridge: And if it wasn't clear before, Mav's got money on his mind!

Mav lowers his fists, and walks down the aisle with fury, shooting the crowd a look of contempt as he walks quickly down to the ring, trying to blaze by the jeers from the fans.

Javier: And introducing next, his tag team partner, From Dallas, Texas. Weighing in at 225 pounds, MAVERICK!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Balandran: Now here’s one of few men I can say I ADMIRE! He wasn’t born into the wealth of a rich man like me, but when you know as much as I do, you can tell when someone’s born with the mind of a rich man, and that’s exactly what we saw from Maverick! Taking the chance to make himself some damn money, and not letting it slip out of his fingers no matter the backlash! I mean by god, listen to that music! It’s not very classy, but 1st generation wealth can act like that as they pick up those habits before gaining wealth, but still, the attitude that music oozes! Exactly what you wanna see from someone! Someone who understands that it’s always about the money! Everything else be damned!

Maverick quickly gets down to the ring, giving the fans nothing but a look of hatred burning in his eyes, as he gets to the ring, and rolls in. He walks over to ring announcer Javier Babaganoush, shaking his head "no" as he yanks the mic from Javier's hand.

Maverick: No no no! That was the ring introduction of the OLD Maverick! For god sakes, Javi!

Mav hands the mic back to Javier, and whispers some new instructions in his ear, before motioning for him to try again.

Javier: ...Cough cough....introducing his tag team partner, from Dallas, Texas. Weighing in at 225 pounds, BIG…...MONEY…...MAVERICK!!!!

Mav stands on the turnbuckle, posing with his hands up as the crowd lets him have it.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Balandran: Ha ha! Big Money Mav! I love it!

Mav hops off the turnbuckles, and gets over to his tag corner, and says something to Harrison, Harrison then stepping onto the apron as Mav stays in the ring, not even entertaining the possibility of letting anyone else but him start off this match, as then, they await their opponents.

"Psychobilly Freakout" by Reverend Horton Heat sounds throughout the venue, as Mason Saunders comes out from behind the curtain, smile on his face, a noticeably energy and excitement in his step, and a beer in his hand. He notices fans in the front row also with beer in their hands, points at them, as he and the fans synchronize chugging their beers!

Javier: Introducing next, from Port Gibson, Mississippi, weighing in at 242 pounds, Mason Saunders!

Crowd: YEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Balandran: Awfly crass use of alcohol! You should savor it not just down it instantly! What a waste! How are you supposed to ever appreciate your drink when you down it like that?

Woodbridge: That ain’t your thousand dollar wine Balandran, I love beer but there’s not really all the subtleties to appreciate in it like with the stuff you drink!

The camera pans around briefly, where we see Balandran with a look of disgust on his face watching a low class, dad bod, beer swigging country boy walking around. As we then cut back to Saunders, who makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with fans, taking pictures with those close to the guardrail who ask for one.

Paisner: I wonder how many who were formerly fans of Maverick may gravitate now to Saunders? Maverick was never as farm boy type of southern as Saunders, but they fit into a similar sort of charm!

Woodbridge: And they could especially gravitate towards Saunders if he picks up a win here tonight, as that’ll give him one when having to go against someone as good as Maverick! And things may be looking rather positive, as while he and Romero have wildly different game plans, just being in each other’s presence and taking a liking to each other builds some solid foundational chemistry, which he and Romero did when Romero visited him! And that tiny bit of chemistry can be a BIG, BIG difference in a match with all singles wrestlers teaming up, as just that tad bit of chemistry can still easily be infinitely more than what your opponents have with each other.

Saunders gets to the ring apron, stepping up onto it, and through the ropes. As he then runs the ropes, awaiting his tag team partner.

We then hear "Animal" by Fever 333 pump through the sound system, as Stephen Romero comes out onto the entranceway. We notice a bandage near the top of his head, presumably from taking that last hockey stick strike to the head a week prior. But if he’s hindered much by the pain he’s still in, he’s doing a solid job of not showing it, as he comes out with a determined look on his face. He looks out to the crowd, closing his eyes for a second and taking the atmosphere in, before beginning to make his way down to the ring.

Javier: And introducing next, his tag team partner. From Sacramento, California. Weighing in at 320 pounds, Stephen Romero!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Paisner: Romero now down to the ring, and we see that bandage at the top of his head. And while Saunders seems to have helped him get out of his mental rut, we have to wonder what kind of physical condition he’s in-

Balandran: Awful condition! I fucked him up! He lost!

Paisner: Hey, you didn’t exit that match on your own two feet either, certainly you can’t be feeling much better.

Balandran: Okay, that may have been a bit harsh, but which scenario seems more like what winners do? Sit down with a gorgeous steak dinner, cooked to a perfect medium rare, basted in butter because you EARNED your indulging by claiming victories and showing why you deserve it, a side of fresh greens cooked by only the top chefs in the country that’ll make you consider going vegan, all while partaking in a favorite past time of theirs. Or nearly getting diabetes and gnawing on pig bones in a small farmhouse with a backwaters hick? Which one sounds like the thing that WINNERS do huh?

Romero steps down to the ring, slapping hands with fans as he makes his way down, before nearing the ring apron, and turning his eyes to Maverick, a look of intensity flaring in Romero’s eyes…..before he turns his head a bit and notice’s Balandran’s presence at ringside. Said look of intensity turning into a “aw for fuck sakes this guy?” kind of look in an instant. Balandran gives a cheeky wave a smile to Romero, Romero simply responding with a death glare shot at Balandran, before he steps onto the ring apron, and over the ropes into the ring. He takes a moment to re-focus on the men in the ring, as he and Saunders then discuss for a moment, before the two men fist bump, and Saunders heads over to the apron. Leaving Maverick and Romero alone together in the ring, as Wong calls for the bell to be sounded!

DING DING DING

As soon as the bell rings, Maverick fueled by anger charges out of the corner right at Romero! But Romero sees this coming, moving out of the way! Maverick hits the corner with his back hard! Romero taking advantage of the whiplash suffered from Mav charging right into a corner to turn around, and take Mav’s head off with a vicious european uppercut! Maverick dropping down instantly to being seated in the corner!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Paisner: Maverick blinded by rage at the fans turning against, trying to take it out on a former friend who did so as well. But wearing his heart on his sleeve perhaps a bit too much, as Romero saw it coming a mile away!

Balandran: Romero with a great uppercut to Big Money Maverick, at worst the 4th best uppercut in this match!

Romero yells at Maverick, motioning and daring for Maverick to come at him again. As Maverick holds at his jaw for a moment, before standing himself back up, as he jaws back to Romero, before shooting his own uppercut into Romero’s chin! Sending Romero back for a moment, but not stunning him for long as Romero shoots back with a second uppercut! Flooring Maverick to the mat!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Balandran: Another solid hit from Romero, one he could’ve really needed when he fought me, could’ve hurt me a bit more to make it less a decisive loss!

Maverick holds at his jaw some more, as he lies on the ground, frustrated look on his face, as Romero dares Maverick to get up again! Maverick then does indeed push himself to his feet, as Romero calls for Maverick to try again! Maverick approaches Romero with his arms raised, ready to strike again!.......before stepping his foot forward, and stomping on one of Romero’s feet!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Romero hops up, holding at his foot, as Maverick uses the opening to lay in an uncontested uppercut! Then another! And another! And another! And another! Forcing Romero back into the ropes, as Maverick then goes to run the ropes, and comes back to try and lariat Romero over the ropes! But Romero manages to move out the way! Sending Maverick through the middle rope, and tumbling to the outside!

Paisner: Maverick sent now to the outside, and as we saw to it’s fullest potential when Romero faced Balandran, the outside can be a dangerous place! Places to get trapped with barricades and tables, surfaces harder than the ring itself, both these men will want to be super careful out here!

Romero follows Maverick to the outside, going to pick him up, but as he does, Balandran stands up from his table, and begins to shout at Romero! Romero gets caught up in this, jawing back to Balandran as he holds Maverick halfway up, but as Romero is caught up with Balandran, Maverick takes the chance to grab the back of Romero’s head, and tosses Romero head first into the announcer’s table! Romero’s head bouncing off violently!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Balandran: What fantastic awareness and strategy from Maverick! Awareness he’s in a dangerous place on the outside of the ring, which while dangerous for him, is just as dangerous for Romero, and using nothing but pure environmental awareness to spot the opportunity and drive Romero’s head into the table!

Romero is stunned on the table, as Maverick takes Romero’s head, and slams it into the table again! And again! And again! Before letting Romero limply drop to the floor, as he then places a boot on Romero’s head, and spreads his arms out to the crowd!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Paisner: Maverick taking advantage of the distraction Balandran created with pure viciousness, and just soaking in the boos from the crowd!

Balandran: I was taking the opportunity to tell him it was a good match last week! He shouldn’t have took his focus off Maverick long enough to let that happen! Entirely on Romero!

We hear Wong begin a count, but Maverick entirely ignores it, as he stomps into the upper chest of Romero! Pressing his boot down again and again!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!

Maverick continues to stomp down with fury, until eventually, we see Saunders storm off his tag corner, and comes rushing in at Maverick! Maverick notices just in time, as he stops stomping Romero, and retreats back into the ring!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Maverick gets to the center of the ring, as he signals for Saunders to come into the ring with him, and Saunders, eager for a fight, goes to slide in!.....but Maverick capitalizes by stomping on Saunders before he can stand up!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Balandran: Genius maneuver from Maverick! One of the major flaws with people trying to be goody two shoes is allowing their opponents openings. I’m not naming names of course, but I think you know the type of person i’m talking about, maybe even a specific person. But if you care about winning, which you damned well should as what else here matters, shutting down any potential opening is key to victory!

Maverick then picks Sauders up, and whips him into the ropes! Looking to catch Saunders with a back elbow, but Saunders ducks under! Saunders continues to run the ropes as he comes back, and sends Maverick across the ring with a forceful shoulder block! Maverick sliding across the mat as he hits it!

Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

Maverick scrambles for the ropes to pull himself up, but as he does so, Saunders comes at him with a big boot to the face! Knocking Maverick over the ropes, Mav just barely catching himself on the apron, pulling himself back up to his feet, as Saunders runs the ropes again, and goes to knock Maverick off the apron with a lariat! But at the last moment, Maverick manages to drop himself from the apron, as Hank Harrison runs in to connect an elbow strike to the side of Saunder’s head! Stunning Saunders, as he falls mostly down, only supported by his arm catching on the second rope.

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Woodbridge: Saunders getting aggressive against Maverick, but didn’t take heed he was attacking near his opponents tag corner, and that those opponents are more than willing to toss out shots even if they’re not the legal man!

Saunder’s eyes go wide from the sudden hit, as Harrison steps into the ring, mildly adjusts Saunders so his neck is against the second rope, before standing up onto Saunder’s back and using it to choke him out!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Saunders then slumps to the mat, holding at his throat as he tries to catch his breath. Harrison gets back over to Saunders, picking him up, and tossing him into a corner! Where he then shoots off a rough knife edge chop into the chest of Saunders!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Saunders grimaces in pain, as Harrison then shoots off another hard knife edge chop! Then a third! And a fourth! And a fifth! The slap of the chop sounding throughout the venue, and reddening the chest of Saunders! Once Harrison relents for a moment, Saunders hunches over clutching at his chest, but does not get much rest, as Harrison grabs Saunders and whips him into the opposite corner! Harrison then follows Saunders as he whips him, meaning as soon as Saunders hits the corner, he’s met with a clubbing lariat from Harrison!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Saunders grimaces, as Harrison runs back to his corner, but suddenly, Saunders manages to find the spirit within him, and dashes out the corner to meet Harrison when he reaches his corner, and club him with his own lariat!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Paisner: What force from Saunders, and what resilience too! Managing to eat a clubbing lariat, but finding it within him to respond with one of his own!

Harrison sinks in the corner a bit, holding at his chest, as Saunders grabs the ropes and catches his breath for a moment, before charging back off to the opposite corner! But just as he pursued Harrison, Hank manages to rush out the corner, and club Saunders as he reaches his corner as well! Sweat flying off of Saunder’s chest from the impact, as the reddening of his chest only gets deeper!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Woodbridge: Harrison may be seen as not as honorable of a man, but that doesn’t mean he has no spirit of his own!

Saunders clutches at his chest, as Harrison lays in a stiff forearm to the head of Saunders! Then sends in a second! And a third! Saunders sinks down a bit in the corner, as Harrison yells at him, asking “that all you got?”...before Saunders shows that is not all he has, as he pushes himself up, and launches his own forearm into the face of Harrison!

Crowd: YEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Saunders recoils, holding at his face for a moment, before looking up in anger, and coming back with another forearm to Saunders!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!

Saunders is sent back into the corner for a moment, but manages to gather himself, as he steps forward with another forearm in response! Striking the mouth with force!

Crowd: YEAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Harrison holds around his mouth for a moment, trying to make sure nothing was knocked loose. As Saunders dares Harrison to take another swing!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Balandran: Switch it up on him! Rake the eyes or something!

Harrison then looks at Saunders with a intensity in his eyes, before swinging his arm for another forearm shot!....but stopping mid-motion as Saunders gets his guard up, and instead going for the eyes to rake them!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Balandran: Ha! He did it! I knew I saw something in this kid!

Saunders holds at his eyes from the pain of them being scratched, as Harrison takes the opportunity to kick Saunders in the gut, doubling him over, before hooking Saunder’s head, and quickly tossing him down with a snap suplex! Floating right into the cover!

1!

2! No! Kickout from Saunders!

Harrison then wastes no time, picking Saunders back up, whipping him into the ropes, and as Saunders comes back, Harrison scoops him up over his shoulders, and spins Saunders around to bring him down hard with a tilt-a-whirl powerslam!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHH!

Paisner: The Hangover! Saunders might be used to actual hangovers, but I'm not sure he's used to this! The cover from Harrison!

1!

2!

No! Romero comes rushing into the ring, and breaks it up!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Balandran: What is Wong doing? That's the non-legal man interfering with action in the ring! Reprimand him!

As Romero breaks up the action, Maverick comes into the ring, and starts wildly swinging with punches at Romero! Romero returns the brawling back, as the two lay in punch after punch to each other!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Balandran: Romero and Maverick going toe to toe! Wish I could have seen this from Romero last week!

Romero and Maverick keep up the brawl, before we see Harrison try to make his way into the brawl! Coming in to punch Romero himself and make it two on one!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Harrison and Mav clubber down on Romero, forcing him into a knee, as Harrison and Mav then look at and nod at each other, before going to run the ropes! But as they come back, suddenly, we see Saunders come to, and Romero come to at the same time! Kicking Harrison and Maverick in the gut respectively, before they hook both their heads, as Saunders lifts Hank, Romero lifts Maverick...and they both keep them there!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOO!

Paisner: By god the strength of both these men! Both of these are 200 plus pound men, and they're held up like it's nothing!

Balandran: Truly is remarkable strength from Romero especially, he can hold Maverick up longer than he can last in the ring with me!

The crowd begins to count "1! 2! 3! 4! 5!" As Romero and Saunders keep their opponents held up in the air! Their strength showing no signs of giving way!

Crowd: 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!

Before they both drop down at the same time, bringing both Maverick and Harrison down hard to the mat!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Saunders then takes Harrison, rolling him out the ring, and getting our himself, as Romero drags Maverick to the center of the ring, and yells out-

Romero: You wanna see more shit like that?

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Romero smirks, as he is about to start spinning Maverick around, before suddenly, something flies by Romero's head, an asparagus spear! Romero is confused and goes to investigate, where he notices something on the outside, Balandran’s plate with his side of asparagus, as Balandran looks away and whistles as if he’s innocent!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Romero shouts at Balandran in anger from the ropes, Balandran ignoring Romero as if he just did nothing. Romero eventually gives up getting any response from Balandran, as he goes to back off, but before he can even turn around, suddenly Mav comes up from behind and catches Romero in a schoolboy!

1!

2!

3!

No! Romero out at 2.9!

Paisner: Maverick nearly steals it! Off the distraction from Balandran!

Balandran: Hey! Why are you accusing me? It just slipped out of my hands, nothing I could do about it!

Paisner: It slipped out of your hands to fly across ringside, into the ring, and happened to nearly hit Romero?

Balandran: I have strong hands Paisner!

The two men scramble to their feet, as the smaller man in Maverick is quicker to his feet, quickly grabbing Romero’s head, then going to twist around for a cutter-

Paisner: CHAINSAW MASSACR- NO! Romero pushes Maverick off!

Maverick turns back around after being pushed away, as Romero then spins around to decapitate him with a discus lariat! But Maverick ducks under that! Slipping behind Romero, as he gets his head under Romero’s legs, and lifts him up into an electric chair! As Maverick reaches for Romero’s head!

Paisner: NO-NO-NO! MAVERICK LOOKING TO DROP ROMERO WITH HIS NEW ELECTRIC CHAIR DRIVER!

Romero manages to struggle out though! Elbowing the top of Maverick’s head, very quickly forcing Mav to drop him, as Romero then grabs Mav in a waistlock from behind, but Maverick backs himself up to try and get a hold of the ropes to make himself harder to lift, but the momentum just sends Romero and Maverick through the middle rope and tumbling to the outside!

Crowd: WOAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The two spill out of each other’s grasp as they fall through, both rolling over onto their hands and feet, as they dizzily get to their feet as Romero tosses a punch at Maverick’s head! Then Maverick tosses one at Romero’s head! Then Romero responds with another one of his own! Then Mav with a second one of his as well! Then Romero with a third punch, then Maverick with his third punch! Then Romero with his fourth punch! Then Maverick with his!......kick to the knee.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Balandran: Maverick learning from the best! Taking my strategy against Romero and applying it here!

Woodbridge: That’s a pretty common strategy against big men actuall-

Balandran: Learning from the best!

Romero clutches at his knee, as Maverick grabs him, and goes to toss him into the barricade! However, Romero manages to reverse, and sends Maverick crashing into the barricade instead!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Maverick grunts out in pain as he hits the barricade, his back tensing up, as he’s slumped against it. Romero meanwhile shakes out the bit of pain of his knee from it being kicked, as he sees Maverick slumped against the barricade, and senses an opportunity, as he rushes off to the opposite barricades!

Paisner: Romero on the opposite end of ringside from Maverick….and I don’t think any of the possibilities here are gonna end that well!

Romero eyes down Maverick from across the aisle, as he squats down for a second, takes a deep breath, before charging across ringside! But suddenly, we see Balandran’s table sliding from the announcer’s table area to right in Romero’s path! Romero having to hit the breaks to not run into it, as he just looks to his side with a “are you fucking serious right now” kind of expression, at a Austin Balandran sitting in his chair, who keep avoiding eye contact.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Paisner: Balandran what the hell was that?

Balandran: I think this venue has been on a slight angle, must’ve just took a long time for the table to eventually build up enough force to slide down a shallow angle!

Romero however, does not buy this theory from Balandran, as he walks over to the table, grabs it, half eaten steak dinner at all, and uses his force to flip it right on Balandran!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Paisner: Romero done with Balandran! Tossing his table and steak right onto him! That surely his to stain his pristine white and gold suit!

Romero has a smirk on his face from tossing Balandran’s table on him, as he notices by now Maverick has gotten off the barricade, and is crawling away, as Romero then walks over to pursue Maverick. But as he does, Balandran crawls out of the rubble he was just forced under, steak stains on his mostly white suit, as in his rage, he runs up behind Romero, and kicks him in the balls! Romero falling to the ground clutching at his crotch, as Wong immediately calls for the bell!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

DING DING DING

Javier: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners via disqualification, at a time of 17:36, Mason Saunders, and Stephen Romero!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Balandran just lays in stomps to the side of the downed Romero, while we notice Harrison and Maverick taking the opportunity to get out of there and head to the back!

Paisner: Balandran provoking Romero all match, and completely losing it when Romero finally responds! What a disappointing end to this match, and what a scumbag move from Balandran!

Balandran is eventually satisfied with his stomps, as he goes over to the rubble of the table area, where he sees something, the gold plate he was eating on, and picks it up!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Paisner: Oh no...we saw this last month when Balandran smashed a gold plate over Romero’s head to start this whole thing, is he gonna do it again!

Balandran grabs Romero, bringing Romero up to his knees, as Balandran get a demented smile on his face, lifting up the plate over his head, ready to bring it down…...before Mason Saunders comes running in! Balandran seeing Saunders coming after him, and dropping the plate, hopping the barricade, and hightailing it out of there through the crowd!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Woodbridge: Saunders not having any of it! Balandran scattering out of there the second someone physically able to resist him comes into the fold!

Balandran rushes out through the crowd, and disappears through one of the crowd entrances. As Romero falls onto his hands and knees, looking exhausted, before looking up at Saunders, as Saunders reaches out a hand, Romero accepting, as Saunders helps him up!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Saunders gets Romero’s arm slinged around him, as he supports Romero to the back. Both men drenched in sweat and welts on their bodies, as they eventually reach the top of the entranceway. Saunders waving out to the crowd, acknowledging their support for a Romero too tired and hurt to do so, as they then walk through the curtain, and disappear.

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