Owens: Welcome to Full Throttle! Joining me as always is Rosco Reed. Rosco, we've got a heck of a show lined up tonight.
Reed: That's right Tim. Tonight we will see Ken Fuqua defend his G-2 Heavyweight Championship for the first time against Fnord. We'll also see Nightmare take on Chris Alvarez and Chris West takes on Joe Muddin.
Owens: Everyone is looking forward to the main event but let's not forget our opening contest as Rhett Malcom takes on Razorblade!
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In the early part of this match Rhett Malcom’s youth and exhuberance as won him dominance over Razorblade.
Malcom has Razor down on the mat in a waist lock and he’s working away with ground attack to play to his amateur strengths. Razor is resolute however and has all the pluck and intuition that you would expect from a veteran and former World Champion like himself. Razor does his best to withstand all of Malcom’s attempts to lock him into some kind of submission hold or another and stays on his back so that Malcom cannot pin him.
Owens: Smart strategy by the veteran Razorblade he’s slowly edging himself to the ropes while Malcom expends energy in trying to somehow get an advantage. Malcom is really good but Razor is just far more experienced here.
Razor makes his way to the ropes and Referee James Clifton calls for a break. The break is clean, Razor rises to his feet and looks over at the young man. Razor goes for a swift kick but Malcom grabs the leg and takes him over with a capture suplex! He goes for the cover but sees Razor has rolled once more onto his back. Malcom tries to roll him over but gets elbowed in the face and staggers backwards.
Reed: I think this might be a test too far too soon for young Rhett! Razorblade is a two time former World Champion, he’s headlined Pay-Per-Views, fought men in bloody wars and was trained himself by a legendary English wrestler named ‘Butcher’ Billy Ray who no doubt showed him all the tricks he knew!
Owens: Indeed he is a very experienced wrestler but we also must remember he has only recently made his comeback and just like Rhett Malcom has to prove he has what it takes, Razorblade is out here proving he still has what it takes!
Malcom was unhappy at the elbow and complains to Referee Clifton, who doesn’t pay him much heed. Still enraged Malcom starts firing lefts and rights at Razor and then thinking he’s dazed Malcom comes flying off the ropes towards him only to be caught by a Clean Shave!
Owens: Clean Shave! Right out of nowhere!
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2…
3!!!
Kingston: The winner of this match… Razorblade!
Razor stands tall as Rhett Malcom lies on the mat dazed and not sure what just happened.
Owens: Rhett Malcom showed a lot of promise tonight! He kept Razor grounded and showed he really had some great technical skill. However in the end Razor’s experience is what won out, wouldn’t you say Rosco?
Reed: I agree Tim. Malcom got too caught up in trying to put it away early and then the elbow from Razorblade seemed to anger the young man and although we saw a lot of desire and fire from the kid, he might still have a ways to go!
Razor makes his way to the back as we cut to a break with a shot of Rhett Malcom lying on the mat pondering his defeat.
Kyle Williams is working in his office when Jimmy Chisel enters and leans over Williams’ desk.
Chisel: Why did you book Fnord to face Ken Fuqua tonight? Fnord is no where near worth the shot! Gable hasn’t even laid claim to his rematch yet!
Williams looks up from the papers he’s been reading and makes a soft spoken response.
Williams: Fnord just so happens to be another of those people you’ve undervalued Jimmy. He’s been one of the top ranked wrestlers in G-2 and you’ve ignored him. So he gets the chance to shine tonight.
Chisel: Against your golden boy?
Williams rises to his feet both men now only separated by the desk.
Williams: Ken Fuqua isn’t my ‘goldenboy’ he’s exactly what he says he is ‘G-2’s Franchise Player’. I’m sure he’s capable of beating Fnord…
Chisel: And if Fnord wins?
Williams doesn’t respond he just smiles in a way that lets Chiz know what he’s thinking.
Chisel: Well I’d guess two can play at this game.
The sounds of an engine backfiring are heard as the camera fades in on the G-2 parking lot. Its sunny, not a single cloud in the sky. Off in the distance, we see a rundown mobile home slowly trying to find parking spot, before parking in a handicap spot. An American flag is duct taped to the side of the camper, and the camera slowly begins to move in closer to the side door. Just then, the door that is held on by an old bungie cord flies open and nearly falls off its hinges. Joe Muddin steps in the door frame. He speaks to an unseen person.
Muddin: Ah’ll be back soon. Ah gotta take care of some stuff.
The camera zooms out as in the background you see Chris West hiding behind a couple parked cars. He has a steel chair in his hands. And as Muddin steps out of his home and turns to walk towards the G-2 entrance, West gets up stalks quickly toward him.
Insane: Turn around!!
Muddin spins, surprised, and West clocks him across the mullet with a stiff chair shot. Muddin crumples to the ground and grabs his head. West quickly moves towards the entrance to the G-2 Studio, opening the door and entering. Muddin grabs the side of his camper and slowly pulls himself to his feet. He sees the camera and looks toward it.
Muddin: AH’M GOING TO MAKE THAT BOY SQUEAL LIKE A PIG!!!
The first camera fades to another within the backstage area of the G-2 Studio. There, we see West checking the back door. He's still holding the chair as Mike Trent steps up.
Trent: Why did you just attack Joe Muddin in the parking lot??
West quickly looks at Trent.
Insane: Muffin you mean??
West cracks a half smile.
Insane: He parked in a Handicap spot. And even though he’s already semi-retarded, I thought I would help him out some more. Give him a real reason to park in there!
West laughs as he quickly moves away from the back door. Trent looks into the camera and rolls his eyes.
Trent: I guess that’s a good enough of a reason.
Trent turns and walks away from the camera, mumbling to himself.
Trent: Why did I waste my time with West again??
The camera fades to black.
The anticipation is high as 'Dragula' by Rob Zombie kicks off and the majority of the crowd get to their feet to welcome Duros who appears from behind the curtain to a massive ovation. Through the flashing white and black lights he makes his way to the ring and slides under the rope. As the lights and music fade he gets handed a mic and sits on the top turnbuckle, waiting for the crowd noise to die down. He wears no face paint through not wrestling tonight but the same aura is given off as usual as he keeps his emotions hidden.
Owens: I am not complaining but Duros wasn't scheduled here tonight. What's on his mind?
Reed: G-2 doesn't like rule breakers, Owens, don't encourage it!
Owens: You do know who our Heavyweight Champion is, right?
Duros: It seems after recent events G-2 may be in a state of turmoil. The Infection still lurks behind closed doors, no-one knows where Logan Gable has disappeared too. And Ken Fuqua is your new G-2 Heavyweight Champion, though he certainly is not mine.
The crowd jeer and cheer the names mentioned respectively but the final mention of Ken Fuqua leaves sour taste in the atmosphere.
Reed: They can jeer him all they want but they have to follow him now, and that includes Duros!
Duros: And to top it off I appear to be in a nightmare. Or to be more accurate, in Nightmare's own nightmare. That is what I need to get off my chest and the real reason I am out here. More than once you have claimed to be your own nightmare and last week is when I started to believe you. I know you are not deaf, you heard my warnings all week of what would happen if you turned on me and you naively ignored it all, don't you remember what happened last time you got into waters too deep to handle? Don't fret, I won't embarrass you by reminding anyone who doesn't.
A loud cheer from everyone who does remember the match catches Duros off his guard.
Duros: They don't need reminding anyway and I suspect you don't either. I also know you are in the back tonight preparing for a match so this time you have no excuses. But this isn't a warning. I cannot simply let last week lie and remain untreated. I know that, the people all around us know it and more to the point, you know it. This time you have a declaration of war. That is not meant to simply scare you. I actually don't care whether you take it into that endangered head of yours. I simply wanted to confirm the whispers. And the spoils?
Looking down to his shoulder and gazing upon the G-2 Openweight Championship, Duros nods in recognition of the spoils he just mentioned.
Duros: But don't get excited as saying you want it is one thing, and taking it into your own possession is another. If you interrupt someone enough times you cannot complain when he finally tuns his attention solely on you, releases all the frustration onto you, whilst you have to sit back and see what he has on his mind! Though it does not take a physic to know what occurs next.
Duros hops down from sitting on the top turnbuckle and paces slowly up and down the ring before stopping bringing the mic to his mouth once more.
Duros: Welcome to a whole new realm, Nightmare, welcome to my world.
Dropping the mic in front of the audience, who didn't realize the poignancy of the message made Duros' visit shorter than they expected, as 'Dragula' is heard again. He slides under the bottom rope and makes his way up the aisle with the screaming fans reaching out to touch him, but it seems it would take a tornado to break his focus right now. Turning around, the camera flashes capture his G-2 Openweight Championship over his shoulder as he acknowledges the fans before heading behind the curtain.<.font> Owens: Nightmare better watch over his shoulder, keep one eye open when he sleeps and all of the others. Owens: Coming up next we have Nightmare taking on Chris Alvarez. Alvarez made an impressive debut last week with a victory over Tyler Graves. He might have his hands full this evening when he takes on Nightmare who has been chasing after Duros’ coveted Openweight Championship. It's been a high speed affair with Chris Alvarez using his speed to maintain distance from Nightmare's strength, in an entertaining game of cat and mouse, and frustrating him whilst doing so. We join the match after Nightmare has just captured Alvarez and is determined not to let him go again. Owens: Nightmare left his mark last week but let's see how he fares tonight against Chris Alvarez. Nightmare kicks Alvarez's gut and clubs him on the back before kneeing him to the face as he falls into the corner. Bringing Alvarez to his feet Nightmare delivers a powerful right, whipping him into the opposite corner, following it in but getting an elbow to the face to for his trouble. Before he turns around Alvarez sets him up for a reverse DDT, dropping Nightmare's back onto his knee. Reed: Smart play by Alvarez. He got in a hit and immediately pounced and against Nightmare that appears to be a good tactic! Alvarez picks up Nightmare who shoves him and looks on with a rabid grin. Nightmare's haymaker is ducked as Alvarez delivers a couple kicks, running off the ropes and returning with a jumping calf kick but Nightmare catches him, crashing him into canvas with a modified power slam. Owens: A good build up by Alvarez but Nightmare is hard to predict. He can break out in an instant and Alvarez will learn that. Nightmare lifts and locks in Alvarez's arms and begins head butting him over and over again rapidly. A hazed Alvarez spins and gets floored with a short running clothesline. Walking in and dropping a knee to the face Nightmare hooks the leg. 1... Alvarez gets the shoulder up! Nightmare gets to his feet and stomps away, picking Alvarez up and lifting him onto his shoulder for a body slam, but Alvarez slides behind and knocks Nightmare over the ropes with a dropkick. Owens: Have a nice trip! Alvarez uses the top rope to launch himself outside but Nightmare breaks him with a mammoth spear! Nightmare regains his senses before whipping Alvarez, who smoothly reverses it, but he is still woozy and gets overpowered and clatters into the barrier himself. Nightmare stands with a dangerous look before sliding into the ring breaking Barnes' count. Reed: Wham, bam and thank you ma'am, that's gonna hurt in the morning! Nightmare lifts Alvarez for a suplex but holds him high facing the ropes before dropping Alvarez's stomach onto the top. As he hangs there, Nightmare rebounds off the ropes returning with a ruthless low dropkick to the face. He pulls Alvarez mid-ring on his knees, putting his arms behind his own knees and locking his hands around Alvarez's chin. Wrenching back, as Barnes gets in Alvarez's face for any signs, Nightmare applies a camel clutch. Reed: What's this? He appears to a technical side to boot! The strain is evident on Alvarez's face, struggling to crawl to a rope. As soon as he is making progress Nightmare jumps up and down onto his back, reapplying the camel clutch as the crowd chant Alvarez on. He uses the motivation and finally positions himself before, with what looks like his last drop of energy, stands and falls backwards on Nightmare who releases the hold. They both lay there as Barnes begins the count. Owens: Even you have to appreciate that show of character, Reed, however stubborn you may be at times. They rise simultaneously and Nightmare chops Alvarez's chest, irish whipping him but Alvarez doesn't let go, pulling him in for a spinebuster. He goes for a pin. 1... 2…. Kick out! Looking pumped Alvarez eagerly provokes Nightmare, who cannot defend himself early enough from a merciless belly to belly suplex, but Nightmare doesn't budge and sends Alvarez for around trip instead. Reed: Nightmare may have the edge can he can't seem to put Alvarez down like, in Nightmare's eyes not mine, a dog. Alvarez rushes to hop a foot onto the second rope and bounces back with a leg drop. He picks Nightmare up and stuns him with an elbow before running off the rope for a cross body, but Nightmare catches and throws him for a fall away slam. Smugly getting up, he effortlessly drags Alvarez up by the hair and holds him there, mouthing off to him, before Alvarez drops down and brings Nightmare for a small package! 1... 2.... Nightmare breaks free! Reed: Close call but he hasn't done enough to keep this man fallen yet. But the majority of the crowd have united against Nightmare here. They lock up as Nightmare pushes Alvarez into the corner. Nightmare climbs up a couple turnbuckles and rains down blows. Barnes is about to break it up but Alvarez walks forward and pains Nightmare with an atomic drop. He readies himself and hits an unsuspecting Nightmare with a Hurricanrana, or so he thinks, as Nightmare shouts out as he pulls Alvarez back into a power bomb position, falling backwards as his face slams against the mat. Owens: What impact! He calls that Night Terror! 1... 2.... 3!!!
Reed: Whoa, whoa, don't get too excited, Owens. If there is one thing we know about Duros it is that he never rushes into anything. He calculates and schemes before acting and this is the was just the starting pistol.
Owens: Whatever way you look at it the stakes have been raised for sure now. What else will happen tonight?
Reed: Duros defeated Nightmare two weeks ago on a huge Full Throttle to retain the championship. Nightmare warned Duros it wasn’t over and during their tag team match last week against Chris West and X-Treme Dream, Nightmare turned on Duros giving him Sweet Dreams when Duros was going to finish West off.
Owens: If I was Nightmare I would be keeping an eye over each shoulder as his actions will not go unpunished by The Orphic.
Reed: Knowing Duros Nightmare has made himself a target from now, and that can make him vulnerable, he has to concentrate on Alvarez alone or else he may go home unhappy.
Owens: He needs to control the anger I think. It took control last week and it may very well rear its ugly head again.
Reed: He was the last man standing in his team, Owens, what more do you want?
Reed: Real unbiased, Owens! Now shut up so Nightmare can kick open a can of whoop ass!
Owens: Quite the wordsmith next to me.
Owens: Like you have always said to me it depends on the outcome. Alvarez has proved himself a slippery character and still has something to give.
Reed: I admit, I thought it was game over and Alvarez has proved me wrong. But can he keep it going? That camel clutch has taken a lot out of him.
Owens: Smooth as ever but I agree. Alvarez has hung on and resisted the wave so far.
Owens: I think their minds were made up last week on that one.
Kingston: The winner of this match, Nightmare!
Barnes raises Nightmare's hand to jeers but the crowd voice their concerns even louder as he snatches his hand away and begins stomping on a helpless Chris Alvarez.
Owen: Someone get him out of here before he causes some real damage.
He seems to snap as an intimidated Barnes exits the ring and Nightmare waits for Alvarez, spitting out bits of saliva with every breath. As Alvarez dazedly walks into Nightmare he gets scooped up onto his shoulders.
Reed: Alvarez has been through the Night Terror, he wants to send him home with some Sweet Dreams! He is certainly making a statement recently!
Owens: This is completely unprovoked and uncalled for. What the hell?...
Suddenly the curious murmurs arise around the place as the lights shut off. After a few moments they return as the exact same set up remains, but someone is standing in front of Nightmare. He raises his head to reveal himself as Duros, staring back at Nightmare's shocked eyes with an intense glare for the first time face to face since the betrayal last week, as the crowd go into overdrive.
Owens: It's Duros!
Nightmare drops Alvarez and reels his arm back for a haymaker as Duros releases a devilish grin and the lights go back off. Again they return but Duros has disappeared from sight. Nightmare moves his head every which way frantically trying to find him but turns into a waiting Chris Alvarez, who throws lefts and rights until Nightmare is by the ropes before clotheslining him over to a huge ovation. Nightmare slams the ground and gets up in a rage and after failing to locate Duros anywhere in the room looks up at a joyous Alvarez in the ring snarling.
Owens: He may have got the victory but in contrast to last week he was not the last man standing this time around. Duros appears to have gotten even with Nightmare but I have a feeling his isn't over.
Reed: I won't bet against that. It started off as a contest to see who the better man was for the G-2 Openweight Championship but has developed into much, much more now.
Fnord is sitting on a metal folding chair starring off into the unknown. You are wondering what must be going through his head, as he’s just a couple hours away from his biggest match in his career. Fnord is wearing a t-shirt with The Punisher logo on it and his ratty jeans that he wrestles in. Just then the door slams as the camera zooms out. You’re within the Infection locker room. West is standing looking down at Fnord. West is wearing his blue jeans and his Infection t-shirt. West looks down at Fnord.
West: Whatcha looking at?
Fnord snaps to and looks up at West.
Fnord: Nothing. Just thinking.
West: Scary...
West cracks a smile as he grabs a chair and sits next to Fnord. West turns his head and looks directly at Fnord.
West: Lets put all the jokes and comedy aside for a couple minutes here, Fnord. Over an hour from now you’ll be making your way down that alley and standing in the middle of that ring waiting for the Franchise to make his way down to the ring with your G-2 Championship.
West turns his chair and faces Fnord.
Owens: What the... A green digital timer appears on the screen and starts counting down from 10. Owens: Now who could this be? As the timer hits zero green lights blind the studio and 'Killing in the Name Of' by Rage Against the Machine blares through the the loudspeakers as "Countdown" Kory Matthews steps out from the entrance way wearing his traditional Armani suit, green Armani silk shirt, black tie, green tinted Oakley sunglasses, and green Italian leather shoes. Owens: By god it's... Reed pulls out a Countdown Clique membership card and starts freaking out like a high school girl at a Jonas Brothers concert. Tim Owens: There's something wrong with you. Kory walks down the ramp towards the ring shaking hands with random fans, he then slides into the ring and looks around the studio smirking at the fans. He then motions to one of the guys by the ring to toss him a mic. After catching it he raises the mic to his lips but doesn't say anything as if savoring the feel of the mic in his hand. Kory: Ladies, Gentlemen, I.... am Kory Matthews. Some of the crowd goes wild at this point but mostly there is a confused silence throughout the G-2 studio. Kory looks around and clears his throat a little confused and puts the mic back up to his lips. Kory: I'm sorry, this mic must not be on. I said my name is Kory Matthews... The few individuals that cheered the first time start up a small "Countdown" Chant. Kory has a look of complete and utter disbelief on his face. Reed: I don't think Kory is getting the reaction he was looking for. Kory shakes his head again and then suddenly arches his back and raises the mic to his lips... Kory: AT LAST... THE COUNTDOWN HAS BEGUN IN GALVESTON... The crowd pops and Kory smiles, finally getting the reaction he was looking for. Kory: And the G-2 shall never be the same, for in this moment... this moment right here... G-2 has become one of the big boys. I'm somewhat suprised it hasn't happened earlier, with the arrivals of Darek DeAngleo, Fnord, Duros, Fuqua, and although I am somewhat ashamed to say it... Chris West. Owens: An impressive list of talent indeed. Kory: But it is the arrival of the Evolution of Amazing that will make this company succeed. I am the present and future of this organization. I will be the man who brings the hundreds and hundreds of Galvestons... The crowd pops again at the mention of the city's name. Kory: Into these seats. Week after week the earth shall shake and the simple quite of this city shall be shattered by the chants of... The crowd now completely entranced by the charismatic Kory Matthews begins to chant loudly. Crowd: Countdown... Countdown... Countdown... Kory smiles and soaks in what may be a temporary adoration, but adoration none the less. He then raises the mic back to his lips and looks towards the entrance way. Kory: Ken Fuqua, it seems to me that a man of your stature should be able to win a title with out help of a foreign object. Yet it seems "The Franchise" is nothing but a front for a weak, pathetic, useless hack. This is why, I am officially putting you on notice Ken. The countdown has begun, and I guarantee when the clock strikes zero you will be laying in the middle of ring bleeding, and The Evolution of Amazing will be the G-2 Wrestling Champion. The crowd pops again starting up the Countdown chant as Kory drops the mic in the middle of the ring and walks over to one of the turnbuckles he climbs up to the top and raises both hands, causing the crowd to pop again even louder. Owens: Strong words from Kory Matthews there. His first appearance into G-2 and he's already basically challenged the Champion Ken Fuqua. Without warning, Matthews' celebration is cut short when "Cowboys From Hell" blares over the PA system. Wasting no time, Fuqua appears on the stage dressed to kill and with the Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. To his left is Kyle Williams. He wears a cheesy grin to match his suit and holds a microphone. Owens: Matthews is new here to G-2 but it appears he's going to get a crash course in the way things run around here. Williams: Mr. Matthews, let me be the first to publicly welcome you to G-2 wrestling! Although I'm sure you're going to make quite a splash here, I think there are a few things you should consider. Number one... this man right here is Ken Fuqua. A chorus of boo's is heard throughout the arena as Ken steps forward and makes sure people note the championship hanging from his shoulder. He grabs the microphone as the boo's keep coming. Fuqua: When I heard you had come aboard here at G-2, I was a bit skeptical. But then I came around and realized that not everybody can be on my level. There has to be a clear cut hierarchy on the roster and I'm happy you came in to fill that opening slot. It takes a lot of courage to come in and admit that you absolutely suck. A 'Countdown' chant overcomes the audience once again as Ken lowers the mic. He smiles, knowing full well that he's pushing buttons. He addresses his so-called challenger again. Fuqua: This is how it's gonna be Kory. I'm going to leave now. And so are you. Except I'll be back out here, in that ring. I'm wrestling in the main event here tonight and when I obliterate that moron Fnord, I hope that you had the chance to sit back, take notes and re-evaluate whether you really want to challenge me for this title. And if that's still an avenue you wish to blindly walk down, I can't be held responsible for my actions. Plain and simple. Ken hands the microphone off to Kyle Williams before leaving the stage. Williams: You might not regret that decision now Kory. But after tonight, I wouldn't blame you if you ended up setting your sights a little lower to someone more suited to your abilities. Now, if you'll kindly clear the ring, I've got a match scheduled to take place right.. about.. now. Williams shoots Matthews a cheesy grin and a thumbs up before leaving the stage. Matthews shakes his head and hops out of the ring, slapping a few hands as he heads away from the ring. West rushes at the corner and looks for a big body splash and ends up slamming into an empty corner. Muddin slips between West’s legs and immediately dropkicks him into the corner to keep him at bay. West staggers backward as Muddin comes off the ropes and takes West down with a bulldog. Owens: What an assault from Muddin! Muddin quickly hops up and pumps the crowd by throwing a fist in the air. He turns around and is immediately taken down with a hard lariat from West. With Muddin in a pile on the mat, West climbs on top of him and begins laying in to him with elbow strikes to the head. With the referee warning West to stop, he does so. Climbing off, he quickly locks in an arm bar and tries to break it before Muddin somehow manages to grab the bottom rope. Reed: Saved by the rope! The referee threatens West with disqualification if he doesn’t release the hold. The Hardcore Legend is irate and climbs to his feet and gets right in the face of the referee. Muddin slides under the ropes and tries to shake the cobwebs loose as West continue to fight with the referee. O’Neil warns West to follow the rules and he blows Gordon off. Turning, he spots Muddin outside the ring and smiles devilishly before hopping out and giving chase. Owens: Chris West is certainly not fond of authority. He’s just going to have to bite his tongue if he wants to avoid a disqualification! 2…. 2…. 3!!!
West: Here tonight you’re finally getting that shot we’ve been trying to get. You’re getting the chance of a lifetime, and I know you Wes.
Fnord jumps to his feet interrupting West.
Fnord: What did you just call me? Did you just call me Josh?
Fnord grabs West by the shirt and pulls him up to his feet.
West: No man, I said Wes. Your name is Wes.
Fnord lets go of West and sits back down on the chair. West sits down as well and continues what he was saying.
West: I know you. You are not the kinda of person to waste a chance like this. You’re going to take the ball away from Fuqua and run with it. Not if, but when you are able to pin or make him submit the glass ceiling will burst. You better watch your feet, as glass will be all around your feet. You’re going to be the champ.
West gets up.
West: Did you hear me!? You’re going to be the champ.
West pulls Fnord up and gets right into his face.
West: YOU CAN DO THIS!!
West slaps Fnord and you can see Fnord start to change. His eyes light up with fire and a psychotic grin starts to grow over his face.
West: YOU CAN F’N DO THIS!!
West goes to slap Fnord again, but Fnord blocks it. Fnord gets up and looks West right in the face.
Fnord: Trust me, West. I won’t be walking out of this Studio without the G-2 Heavyweight Championship and Ken Fuqua in a bloody mess.
West cracks an evil smile.
West: Good, as I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.
Fnord sits back down onto the chair.
West: Tonight is the night that Infection changes the face of G-2… For…
West turns to the camera.
West: ...Ever.
West opens up the locker room door. He grabs the cameraman and forces him out of the locker room. You’re outside of the Infection locker room.
West: Now, lets leave the champ alone... Ok?!
West enters back into the locker room and slams the door.
As we come back from commercial break the arena goes dark.
Reed: Kory Matthews....I dont believe it!
Owens: He doesn't seem to be impressing this crowd much.
Reed: And the crowd seems to have embraced him as a Favorite. This should be interesting.
Reed: Courtesy of Ken Fuqua and Kyle Williams.
Reed: Tim, it’s been one helluva night so far and it’s only gonna get better.
Owens: You can say that again! We’ve a got a pay-per-view caliber main event slated to take place as Fnord challenges ‘The Franchise’ Ken Fuqua for his Heavyweight Championship.
Reed: I don’t know about you Tim but I don’t I’ll be thrilled either way after that match. It’s Fuqua or Fnord. Who is the lesser of two evils?
Owens: I couldn’t agree more Rosco. We’ll find out the answer to that tonight. For now, let’s get to the ring as Joe Muddin takes on the ‘Hardcore Legend’ Chris West!
Chris West is a complete animal and wastes no time in pummeling Muddin. Luckily, Muddin makes up for his size by outwitting the Canadian big man and manages to spare his self from serious pain. A near fall comes early on as West nails Muddin with the Hard Ass DDT, but Muddin managed to kick out, only further infuriating West. Coming into the match, West has just hurled Muddin into the corner with an Irish whip.
Reed: That boy is on a roll!
Owens: Chris West is trying to rip his arm off!
Muddin sees West following behind him and picks up his pace, jumping over the stairs before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. West rushes in behind him and it gives Muddin the opportunity he’s looking for as he begins hammering on West with double axe handle shots. He rolls West over and attempts a STF but West is too strong and, knowing what is coming, bites Muddin’s fingers before he can lock the hold in.
Owens: Chris West just bit Joe Muddin! Surely that’s got to earn a second warning from Gordon O’Neil! One more and Chris West will be disqualified!
Reed: He’s walking the line here tonight.
O’Neil warns West and he tries to argue the decision. Muddin shakes the pain away and grabs West, pulling him into a school boy.
1…
West gets the shoulder up and is on his feet, chasing Muddin around the ring.
Owens: Muddin almost beat West with that school boy!
Reed: That’d be twice in a row that Muddin won with a school boy roll up.
Muddin tries to drop out of the ring but West catches him by the seat of his overalls. The crowd boo’s West as he pulls Muddin close and drives a forearm into Muddin’s face. He lifts Muddin into the air like a rag doll and holds him for a moment, letting the blood rush to his head.
Owens: Westitis! This match is over!
West falls to the mat, driving Muddin’s head into the mat. The crowd begins to shower West with jeers as he sits up and looks out at them, taunting them. Climbing to his knees, he rolls the lifeless Muddin over and hooks his leg.
1…
Kingston: The winner of this match… Chris West!
West stands tall and rejects the referee’s offer to raise his arm in victory. “Turn The Page” begins to play as he begins to stomp at Muddin’s lifeless form. The bell sounds and the referee tries to stop him.
Owens: What the hell?! Somebody needs to stop this monster!
O’Neil does his best to stop West, but it has no effect. Suddenly, the boo’s turn into cheers as Razorblade slides under the bottom rope and stuns West with a series of lefts and rights before sending him over the top rope with a clothesline.
Reed: Razor makes the save.
Owens: Razorblade just took out the trash!
Muddin struggles to his feet as Razor sends West packing. The fans cheer him on as he turns around, bumping into Muddin. The injured Thrillbilly instantly goes on the offensive, getting into fighting position. Razor offers his hand, leaving Muddin looking bewildered. The two eventually share a handshake before exiting the ring to the cheers of the G-2 faithful.
Owens: Joe Muddin was on the losing end here tonight, but thanks to Razorblade, he gets to walk out on his own.
Reed: That West is a loose cannon. Somebody is bound to put him in his place eventually.
We come back from commercial break and we are backstage with Mike Trent.
Trent: Ladies and gentlemen, would you please help me welcome the current General Manager of G-2… Kyle Williams!
Jeers fill the arena as Kyle Williams enters the picture with a devious smirk on his face. He holds a rolled up piece of paper in his hand.
Trent: Tonight Ken Fuqua defends the G-2 Heavyweight Champion for the first time against Fnord. Do you have any concerns that Ken Fuqua will not retain the championship?
Williams: You know there is a reason that I backed Ken Fuqua as G-2 Champion. When I looked over the roster there was only one man that screamed ratings and that was The Franchise. Since he has been in this promotion he has done nothing but raise G-2's ratings. A lot of people might not agree with the tactics he used but it doesn’t change the fact that without Ken Fuqua, G-2 doesn't have the ulitmate antagonist. That is what people pay to see. Look at what he has done. He beat Duros’ trainer to bloody pulp. He has assaulted Logan Gable numerous times, sending him to the hospital on three occasions. He put the so-called “People's Champion” in the hospital three times! But yet, people still underestimate him.
Williams tries to contain his laughter as he Trent looks concerned about his intentions.
Williams: No need to worry yourself Mike Trent, the only act of violence I had in me was against Logan Gable. Back to the question you posed me though. No… I don’t have any doubt in Ken Fuqua tonight. Fnord is one tough bastard but he isn’t tough enough to take down a man willing to put people out of action. Fnord talks a big game but so far in G-2 he hasn’t amounted to a hill of beans.
Trent: There was a name you mentioned that everyone is dying to hear your thoughts on. What about Logan Gable?
The crowds goes insane when Trent mentions the former champion’s name. Williams smirk has fade as he obviously doesn’t like the fans cheering for Loan Gable. As the crowd dies down Williams speaks.
Williams: Let me tell you something about Logan Gable and let me tell Logan Gable something. He might be hiding out dodging visits from Irving Goldberg but sooner or later he is going to have to show that cowardly face of his. No sneak attacks or jumping Ken Fuqua in the parking lot under my watch. Logan Gable, I am ordering you to report to Full Throttle next week. You have a match lined up against an up and comer. I figure since you won’t be getting that rematch that you probably think you deserve it’s time to humble you a little bit. You've been unchallenged at the top for too long. Ken Fuqua proved your time was up when he beat you in the middle of the ring two weeks ago. So when you come back next week, prepare to have to work your way from the ground up. No more handouts from Jimmy Chisel and no more short cuts. You get to start off in the opening match next week.
Trent: I hate to interrupt but isn’t Logan Gable guaranteed a rematch?
Williams: Oh he’ll be in for a bit of a surprise when he tries to play that card. As far as we are concerned he hasn't earned that right yet. If Logan Gable fails to show up next week… I will be forced to recommend that you be suspended indefinitely!
The crowd is irate at what the General Manager has planned for Logan Gable. He soaks in the displeasure of he crowd as Trent tries his best not to get on Williams’ bad side.
Trent: If you don’t mind me asking. Who will Logan Gable be facing next week?
Williams: I am glad you asked Trent. I have combed over the roster looking for someone with a bright future. Someone that had main event written all over them but just hadn't been given a chance by Jimmy Chisel to prove themself. I have found that man and I think he could be the next Openweight Champion if given the opportunity. Logan Gable I hope that you are one hundred percent next week. If you are not, you might find yourself taking a huge loss against a man that I might try to build this company around. Next week, you meet your maker when you step in the ring with the one and only… Rod Lightning!
Trent: Rod Lightning?
Williams: Rod Lightning! Future Hall of Famer! Just remember Gable… if you don't show up for your match against “The Mircale Maker” next week, your ass is gone! Best of luck next week and I look forward to seeing you.
Kyle Williams walks out of the shot laughing hysterically. Trent looks on confused and disappoint as the fans show their outrage to the announcement.
Owens: Kyle Williams just set an ultimatum for Logan Gable. If he doesn’t show up and wrestle next week, he will be suspended indefinitely. The biggest puzzle is why Kyle Williams isn’t granting Logan Gable his rematch and why he is making him compete against Rod Lightning of all people.
Reed: A bigger question is when did Rod Lightning get the nickname “Miracle Maker”? Williams and Fuqua obviously have something up their sleeve if they are denying Gable his guaranteed rematch. I feel bad for old Rod if Gable does show up. I have to figure that Gable will be looking to make an example of someone. I would not want to be in the Miracle Maker’s shoes right now.
Owens: The question still remains. Where is Logan Gable and will he show up for his match next week?
Backstage Jimmy Chisel tracks down the referee for tonight’s main event Tim Barnes in front of a locker room door and greets him cheerfully by putting his arm round him.
Chisel: Hey Timmy! How’d you like the night off!?
Tim Barnes isn’t quite sure how to respond, but the promise of a night off or at least off early doesn’t sound bad to him.
Tim Barnes: Sure, Mr. Chisel, but Terry isn’t here to do the main event and we’re short on refs tonight!
Chiz beams into Tim’s face.
Chisel: Don’t you worry ‘bout that Timmy! I’ve got it covered!
He begins to rush Tim Barnes off almost pushing him away.
Chisel: There’s a limo in the parking lot, there’s a bottle of champagne on ice in the back, it was for Ken Fuqua but Timmy, I’m going to let you have it. Go on and show your wife a good time tonight! On me!
Chiz stuffs some money into the referees hand before finally pushing him off camera. He then knocks on the locker room door. It opens and Ivan Petrov steps out in a referees shirt.
Chisel: We’re all set…
Ivan and Chiz walk off and we cut to commercial.
Owens: We have had a rollercoaster of a ride so far tonight and now it is time for the main event. Ken Fuqua defends his newly one G-2 Heavyweight Championship against Fnord.
Reed: Leading up to SuperShow V Fnord had been a serious winning streak. After his disqualification in his tag match against Ivan Petrov and Jake Hammerstein, Fnord hasn’t been able to get back to those winning ways. It will be interesting to see if desire and hatred is enough to give Fnord the edge he needs.
Both competitors have been on edge given the change in officials. Ivan Petrov has done his best to call it right down the middle but the both Ken Fuqua and Fnord have kept their guard up and questioned his every action. We join as Ken has Fnord down on the mat.
Owens: I tell you Rosco, this match is definitely interesting. It is one of the few times that there isn’t a clear crowd favorite.
Reed: They seem like they are hesitant to cheer for either and you can’t really blame them. Fnord and The Infection have terrorized G-2 for quite some time now and then you have Ken Fuqua who along with Kyle Williams just stole the G-2 Heavyweight Championship from Logan Gable. On top of all that they have to deal with Ivan Petrov who has been assigned as the new official after Jimmy Chisel gave Tim Barnes the “night off”.
Owens: That’s one way of putting it. I call it bribery.
Ken Fuqua clamps down with a reverse chinlock as he drives his knee into Fnord’s spine. Fnord tries to power out of the hold but Ken Fuqua will have none of it as he pulls back on Fnord’s neck even more. Fuqua eases up on the hold as he gets to a standing base while keeping Fnord on the canvas. ‘The Franchise’ drops down driving the knee back into the spine of Fnord and causing his neck to whiplash from the impact. Ken Fuqua goes for the cover. 1…
2….
Fnord easily gets his shoulder up.
Owens: Ken Fuqua thus far wrestling a very smart match. He has been keeping Fnord grounded and like we just witnessed he went for a quick cover to catch Fnord by surprise.
Reed: Sound strategy by the current Heavyweight Champion but he is going to need to turn it up if he’s looking to put Fnord away. You have to think Ivan Petrov is loving this.
Ken Fuqua stares down Ivan Petrov before he brings Fnord to his feet. Fuqua grabs Fnord by the wrist and attempts to shoot him to the ropes. Fnord counters the hold and ‘The Franchise’ hits the ropes following the reversal of the Irish Whip. As Fuqua rebounds the two collide shoulder first. Neither man budges. They briefly stare each other down before Fnord hits the ropes as he comes back towards ‘The Franchise’, Fuqua ducks and Fnord is forced to leap over him and head towards the opposite ropes. As he comes back towards the middle of the ring he is sent up and over by a knee to the midsection from Ken Fuqua.
Owens: So far it has been all Ken Fuqua. He is really on top of his game tonight. Fnord is going to have to dig down deep if he wants to dethrone the newly crowned champion.
Fuqua drops down once again covering up Fnord. 1… Ken motions for Ivan to make quicker counts but his request falls upon deaf ears. Ken Fuqua brings Fnord up and takes him back down to the mat with a snap mare. Fuqua gains some speed and charges toward Fnord with a running Yakuza kick! With the challenger down, Fuqua takes it upon himself to relentlessly stomp on Fnord. Ivan Petrov if forced to step in and break it up. Fuqua warns Ivan Petrov but the replacement referee stands his ground. The two man stand face to face with neither budging. Ken Fuqua smirks before turning his attention back to Fnord. Owens: Ken Fuqua has been all over Fnord so far. Now he is trying to intimidate Ivan Petrov. Sorry Ken but Ivan isn’t going to back down that easily. ’The Franchise’ brings Fnord up to his feet and sends him to the corner. He charges in after him but is met with a forearm from Fnord. As Ken stumbles backwards from the blow, Fnord comes out of the corner and connects with another huge forearm. Fnord throws a barrage of Fnord forearms at the champion before bouncing off the ropes. As he comes back he levels Ken Fuqua with a huge lariat! A decent amount of the crowd cheers for Fnord as he makes his way over and goes for the pin. 1… Owens: Fnord finds himself back in this match following a huge lariat from the challenger. There is a small “Fnord” chant from the crowd as the two men get to their feet. Ken Fuqua goes to grab Fnord but is caught with an inverted atomic drop. With Fuqua stunned Fnord grabs him by the side and drops him with a sidewalk slam. He brings Ken back up and sends him crashing down to the mat with a belly to back suplex. 1… Fnord doesn’t ease up as he pulls Fuqua up and delivers a jumping Piledriver! 1… Fnord still isn’t done. He brings Ken Fuqua back up once more and hoists ‘The Franchise’ high in the air before spiking him down to the canvas with a Brainbuster! 1… Owens: Tough break for Fnord. Three near falls and he still can’t put The Franchise away! Fnord brings Ken Fuqua up to his feet and attempts to lift him up for the Fnord Flop. Fuqua drops down to his knees to block the hold. There is a rumble amongst the crowd as a man dressed in blue jeans and a black t-shirt hops the railing and slides into the ring. Owens: It looks like a fan is getting a bit too hyped up over this main event. We are going to need security down here to escort him out of the building. Ivan Petrov moves out of the way as S.G. Martins enters the ring. As Fnord is able to lift Fuqua up for the Fnord Flop Martins sprints across the ring and levels Fnord with a clothesline! Petrov immediately calls for the bell.
2….
Fnord easily kicks out once again.
Reed: It’s good to see someone stand their ground in the face of Ken Fuqua. The Franchise will stop at nothing to get his way. Even if that means laying out Ivan Petrov or any other official, much like he did to Terry French two weeks ago.
2….
Kick out!
Reed: For Fnord to win he is going to need to take the fight to Ken Fuqua and throw everything he has at him.
2….
Kick out!
2….
No!
2….
No!
Reed: He has the right idea though. If he doesn’t stay on Ken Fuqua and gives him just an inch, Fuqua will turn it against him. He has to keep on Fuqua if he wants to win this match.
Reed: I might be wrong on this one but doesn’t that man look a lot like former Openweight Champion S.G. Martins?
Owens: Wait. That is S.G Martins! What is he doing here? We haven’t seen him here since his loser leaves match with Ken Fuqua back on June 26th. Do something Ivan!
Kingston: Your winner of the match by disqualification… Fnord!
’Hurt’ by Nine Inch Nails begins to play as the crowd boos S.G. Martins. Martins stands around the ring waiting for something. As Ken Fuqua gets to his feet, Martins charges at him and tackles him through the ropes. The two men begin exchanging blows much to the crowds delight.
Owens: S.G. Martins makes a shocking appearance after being gone from G-2 for quite some time. He comes in and costs Fnord the match but now he’s brawling with Ken Fuqua. What is going on?
Reed: I think you just hit the nail on the head. Martins wasn’t trying to cost Fnord the match, he was trying to cost Ken Fuqua the victory. He got Fnord disqualified simply to spite Ken Fuqua who caused his G-2 career to come to an abrupt end. If he attacked Fuqua, Fnord would have been disqualified and Ken would have gotten the victory. He just caused Ken a win! All this also makes me think that Ivan Petrov purposely allowed this to happen due to his bad blood with Fnord.
Ivan Petrov exits the ring as Fnord begins to stir. Fnord stands in the ring absolutely furious as Ken Fuqua and S.G. Martins have begun to battle through the stands. Fnord turns his attention to Ivan Petrov. He shouts at Ivan and demands he come into the ring and feel his frustration. Ivan slowly backs up and turns to the entrance ramp. 'Voices' by Rev Theory plays over the sound system and there is a mixed reaction from the fans.
Owens: It’s TC Styles. What is he doing out here?
The fans wait patiently as TC Styles steps through the entrance way with his trademark hood on. He holds a microphone as Fnord looks on confused.
Styles: You thought you were rid of me didn’t you Fnord? You thought that you would just keep on as if nothing had changed. Well you are wrong my friend. But just in case you forgot… I am TC Styles!
The fans have warmed up and Fnord stands in the ring yelling at Styles and daring him to get into the ring.
Styles: Now back to you! Last week you came out and you were running your mouth about how I took my ball and went home. Let me remind you that I am the reason that you and West have even gotten into main events. Yet you talk about me like I’m some type of nobody. You two aren’t an Infection… I am The Infection!
Owens: TC Styles is riled up and he is letting Fnord have it.
Styles: You will never be rid of me Fnord. Not as long as I still have breath in my body. So I tell you what. Next week, you and me. I’ll give you some time to think about it Fnord! Prepare to get Infected! Oh and you can thank Ivan Petrov for my appearance this week. See you soon Fnord!
Ivan Petrov smiles from ringside as ‘Voices’ plays once again. The crowd is on their feet chanting for TC Styles as Fnord is absolutely livid.
Owens: In one of the most unexpected moves in history, Ivan Petrov has brought TC Styles out to challenge Fnord. Will Fnord accept the challenge?
Reed: There are other questions that need to be answered as well. Why was S.G Martins here? Will Logan Gable show up for his match next week? How will Chisel feel about Ivan bringing out TC Styles?
Owens: Hopefully we will find out the answers to these and more, on next weeks Full Throttle!