Thursday Night Thunder Results 11/12/2005

[Bailey]

Thursday November 10, 2005
Bell Time: 9pm EST
From The SBC Center in San Antonio, TX.

<The screen opens with the Valor logo.The screen switches to a voice that sounds very much like James Earl Jones and images from Valor begin to reel through.>

Voice: In life there is change.

<There is a flash of lightning, and a sped up image of the sun setting appears and fades out.>

Voice: It has been an inevitability since the dawn of time.

<Lightning flashes and a sped up image of storm clouds forming fades in and out.>

Voice: What was forged by legends...

<Lightning flashes and an image of Brandon Bailey, Eric Hardcastle, ZMaster, and Immune appears then fades out.>

Voice: Now molded by today's heroes...

<Lightning flashes again, and an image of Ron Tibbs, Shane Quickenbosh, Will Dinero and The Creeper fades in and out.>

Voice: Will be owned by those who will shape our future.

<Lightning flashes, and an image of Voodoo, Pryme, Havok, Martin Paine, Johnny Arsenic, and Anthony Shadows fades in and then out.>

Voice: Valor...Courage and boldness, as in battle; bravery.

<Flash of lightning and image of Immune winning the Valor North American Title.>

Voice: Valor...Exceptional or heroic courage when facing danger.

<Flash of lightning and an image of Brandon Bailey winning the Valor World Title.>

Voice: A storm's brutality is only surpassed by it's beauty.

<A reel of images begin flashing on the screen showing highlights from the Cage of Horrors match. Then highlights from the Will Dinero vs Shane Quickenbosh Iron Man match.>

Voice: Tonight...That storm has arrived...A storm like no other...Fueled by desire...Fueled by hate...The thunder will roll...Are you prepared?

<An image of multiple strikes of lightning hitting an unknown area is shown.>

<The screen fades to black. Suddenly, two bolts of lightning strike from the center of the arena ceiling onto the stage. Pyros explode all over the stage, the Thursday Night Thunder theme song plays "Take it Away" by The Used and the camera cuts to ringside, where David Black and Larry Legend are seated.>

D: WE ARE LIVE AND READY FOR ACTION HERE SAN ANTONIO! Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to this edition of Thursday Night Thunder! I'm your host David Black, with my ever so boisterous partner, Larry Legend!

L: Davey-Boy, it's good to be back in the Lone Star State. You know Davey-boy, they say everything is bigger in Texas. So maybe you can get some bigger cajones and stop being such a puss...

D: What a night we have in store for you! Three big matches, one including...

L: Including the Valor World Heavyweight Champion! Ass-sphincter, tonight is going to be HUGE!!!

D: What did you just call me?!

L: Ass-sphincter says what?

D: What?!

L: HA HA! MORON!

D: I'm not going to indulge in your childish games, Legend! Besides, Steve Bond is already in the ring ready to announce our first match!

<In Ring>

SB: Ladies and Gentlemen, the first match of the evening is scheduled for 1 fall, with a 15 minute time limit. First, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 200lbs. He is a member of ATM...JOHNNY ARSENIC!!!

<As the song begins to play the lights in the arena turn to red and white.The red light spots Arsenic as the white light flashes.Arsenic wears silver shinny pants w/ black stripe on the side.The letters Arsenic are on his buttocks...He wears a red/white jacket with a Maple Leaf on the back of the jacket representing Canada. Arsenic has brown long hair with blonde streaks.Arsenic enters the ring by sliding into the ring and goes to the nearest corner and stands on the sencond rope looking at the crowd in disgust.>

L: Where the hell is his music?! Damn Ca...

D: DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! You almost cost me my pension at the Young Lions Cup because of that mouth of yours!!!

L: Don't tell me what do Black! You do know my foot's bigger in Texas too!

<In Ring>

SB: His opponent, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 220lbs...PRYME!!!

<"Did my Time" from Korn accelerates out of the PA system as the fans come to their feet. Pyro Missiles hit the ramp as Pryme steps out from the back of the curtain, when the explosion clears Pryme jumps through the smoke and runs down the ramp smacking the hands of the excited fans. Pryme then slides into the ring and run to the turnbuckle and throw his hands straight up into the air and then jumps down and walks to the nearest ropes and pulls on them and begins stretching until the bell rings.>

L: What the hell was up with that little girl? I told you before Davey-Boy, I don't do creepy little girls.

D: And you shouldn't, or else you'd go to jail. HA!

L: Real funny Ass Wart! I have a better chance of going to jail after I make you lick your own...

D: THERES THE BELL!

Johnny Arsenic vs. Pryme

D: Arsenic and Pryme face off. Arsenic talking trash, Pryme showing no emotion. Arsenic pushes Pryme, Pryme pushes back. Arsenic goes for the right hook...Blocked by Pryme who connects with a right of his own. Another right by Arsenic...blocked again by Pryme who follows up with series right hands.

L: Pryme is fired up.

D: Pryme with an Irish whip, reversed by Arsenic...Pryme off the ropes...Spin Wheel kick by Pryme! Arsenic down, but Pryme not stopping. Whips Arsenic to the far corner. Pryme walks up...

L: WHOOO!!!

D: Knife edge chops by Pryme....Arsenic drops in the corner to the mat. Pryme chokes him with his boot and then backs up. Arsenic still down...Pryme charges...DROPKICK to the chest of Johnny Arsenic!

L: Ouch!

D: Arsenic in pain and rolling around on the mat. Pryme picks him up, side headlock.

L: Pryme really squeezing the brains out of Arsenic.

D: Arsenic fighting out with punches to the gut. Now back elbows...Pryme lets go...Arsenic now with knife edge chops...Pryme reeling...Arsenic Irish whip...Pryme off the ropes...backbody dr...

L: SUNSET FLIP BY PRYME!

D: Ref makes the count...

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D: Kickout!

L: That was a close one!

D: Arsenic up quickly...CLOTHESLINE...Arsenic is down hard after that discus clothesline by Pryme! Pryme picks Arsenic back up...rear waist lock...reversed by Arsenic...reversed by Pryme...Pryme now with a shot to the back of Arenic's head...

L: Those hurt Davey-Boy. Shots like that can knock you out.

D: Arsenic dazed...Pryme...Release German Suplex!

L: Arsenic lands on his feet!

D: Pryme turns...

L: DISHONERABLE DISCH...

D: Drop kick to the knee!!! Pryme had the move scouted and nails Arsenic with a dropkick to the knee of his planted leg. Arsenic down hard. Pryme picks Arsenic up...DDT.

L: He just got planted! Arsenic not looking too good tonight.

D: Pryme now climbing the top ropes...Arsenic still down...Pryme leaps...and hits a flying elbow drop. Cover...

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L: Kickout! WHOOO! Come on you lousy bastard!

D: Pryme back to his feet and picks Arsenic back up. Irish whip...Arsenic off the ropes...DUCKS A CLOTHESLINE...Arsenic off the ropes again...

L: Spinebuster! Arsenic is getting his ass handed to him tonight!

D: Yes he is. He definitely could use some help.

L: Speak of the Devil! Here comes TM!

D: TM?

L: Tyme and Meg!

D: Meg gets the refs attention...

L: Damn she's hot! I wonder if she knows that things are bigger in Texas?

D: STOP IT!

L: YOu're lucky that's all I said! HEY! Tyme slides a chair to Arsenic!

D: Pryme not paying attention and neither is the ref. Both men being distracted by Meg. Arsenic grabs the chair...Pryme turns...

L: WWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

D: Viscious chair shot! The ref didn't see it! Arsenic slides the chair out of the ring and covers Pryme!

L: TURN AROUND REF!

D: He's still distracted by Meg who is now leaving. The ref sees the pin...


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D: KICKOUT BY PRYME!

L: WHAT THE FU...

D: Pryme is up, Arsenic can't believe it! He's in the refs face now. Ref still say a 2 count only. Arsenic focuses back on Pryme. He picks Pryme up...Pryme Pushes off...

L: PRYMETY...

D: CAUGHT! Arsenic caught the leg of Pryme as he was going for that superkick! Arsenic spins him around...

L: DISHONERABLE DISCHARGE!!!

D: It's automatic after that!

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SB: The winner of the match by pinfall...JOHNNY ARSENIC!!!

[Bailey]

L: ATM IS BACK...and they're stomping the hell out of Pryme!

D: Somebody stop this!

L: Meg is stopping it?!

D: No she isn't! She just stomped on Pryme's crotch and kicked him out the ring! What a B...

L: BABE! Damn I'm in love!

D: Pryme won't forget this. I'm sure there will be hell to pay before it's all said and done. Pryme is a great athelete, and put on a great show!

L: Yeah! That's what I'm talking about Davey-Boy! That's the way to end a match!

D: Although I don't approve of the after match antics, it was still a great showing of resiliency by Johnny Arsenic. He took a beating, but the distraction of Meg and Justin Tyme allowed him to get his bearings, and squeak out a win.

L: Squeak out a win my ass Davey-boy! That was calculated efficiency by ATM.

D: Are you crazy?! Arsenic barely won that match!

L: Nobody asked for your 2 cents David. Now shut the hell up and keep it moving!

D: I really can't stand you sometimes.

L: Really? I can't stand you all the time. So here's a straw,suck it up, and call the next match!

D: Fine...I apologize for that folks. We're moving on to our next match, Havok vs Martin Paine.

L: I can't stand Havok. He's an outcast that wants people to like him...I wouldn't mind taking Paine's place by kicking his ass too!

D: Steve Bond...IF YOU WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!

<In Ring.>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, the second match of the evening is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. First, hailing from Anderson, IN and weighing in at 225lbs...HAVOK!!!

<Lights go out and the stage lights up while Crazy Train is blarring out of the PA system, and then the light leaves the stage and travels through the fans and out from the fans comes Havok jumping from out the fans ring barrier and Havok slides into the ring and then leanes up against the ropes and awaits his opponent to enter the ring.>

L: LOSER!!!

M: How mature of you.

SB: His opponent, hailing from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada and weighing in at 203lbs..."THE EXTREMIST" MARTIN PAINE!!!

<The arena goes dark as "God Gave Me Style" by 50 Cent hits. The crowd go crazy as Martin Paine begins to walk out. Fog fills the entrance ramp as he walks to both sides, ala Edge. He comes down the middle ramp and takes his time down it, slapping a few fans hands as possible. He enters the ring and begins to taunt the fans as he poses for them, and then throwing whatever T-shirt he's wearing into any part of the crowd.>

L: AWW YEAH!!! The first Valor Jr. Heavyweight Champion is in the house!

D: Are you trying to talk street Larry?

L: You got jokes son?! Well check this, BIATCH! How about I just ram my shoe so far up yo ass that I make you taste leather for a week?!

D: You're a mess!

L: And you're a punk bitch David...now zip it and call the match!

Havok vs "The Extremist" Martin Paine

<Paine plays to the fans as Havok stares over at him. The ref calls for the bell to ring, both men start to circling the ring before moving in a locking up, they push each other back and forth before Paine slips behind Havok getting him in an arm lock, he holds it for a second before Paine slips behind him and locks his arm, Havok rolls out of it and kicks him away. Havok step back as Paine runs at him knocking him down with a forearm. Havok climbs to his feet as Paine runs at him again, but Havok slips under Paine’s feet. Paine stops on the ropes, he turns around as Havok hits him with a Hurricanrana, into a pin and leans back, pulling up Paine's legs. The ref counts one…two…Paine kicks out.
Both men climb to their feet as they start to exchange punches, Paine gets the upper hand and whips Havok into the corner, he runs in looking to throw his body into him, but Havok slips out of the way. Paine lands in the turnbuckle and turns around as Havok hits him with a chop across the chest. Paine throws one back, but before anything can start Havok knees Paine in the gut, and then throws him to the floor. Paine crawls away as Havok climbs the turnbuckle showing off to the crowd. He wastes too much time as Paine runs towards him, leaps up to the ropes, and hits Havok with a top rope armdrag, knocking him and Havok out of the ring and onto the barricade. Havok leans against the barricade holding his head and jaw trying to recover. Paine rolls into the ring, looks around for a moment before getting his focus back, he see Havok still on the outside, he runs back towards the far ropes, bounces off, cartwheels, and does a springboard Tope Con Hilo to the outside. Havok can't get out of the way, and both men fly into the crowd and take out the first few people in the front row before hitting the concrete. Havok staggers away as the ref starts to count them out, the count reaches six before he rolls into the ring and out again, finally getting his bearrings. He walks over to where Paine is, pulls him up and pulls him out of the stands, and tosses him back back into the ring.
Havok hits a standing senton and he then mounts the turnbuckle. While Paine is climbing to his feet, Havok wastes no time in jumping off the turnbuckle and attempting a top rope Hurricanrana, but Paine catches him and counters with a sitdown powerbomb. He goes for the cover as the ref counts one…two…thr-
Havok kicks out. Paine can’t believe it as he moves to the ref that it was three, the ref continues to say it was two and Paine returns to Havok, he picks him up kneeing him in the gut, then hits a shining enziguiri. Paine picks Havok up, whips him to the corner, and follows up with a flying forearm smash. Havok stumbles out of the corner, Paine grabs him and tosses Havok to the outside. Paine climbs out after Havok and the ref starts the ten count. Havok now to his feet and begins to start trading blows with Paine. Paine gets the upper hand while the ref's count is at 5. Paine goes for an Irish whip, but it's countered by Havok, and Paine goes barreling into the ring steps. The refs count is at 8, Havok slides in, Paine crawls to the ring apron, but the ref reaches 10 before he can climb in.>

SB: Ladies and Gentlemen...The winner by countout...HAVOK!!!

[Bailey]

L: What the hell kind of punk ass win was that?!

D: It was a smart move on the part of Havok. Great win!

L: Just like an outcast, can never do things the normal way. LOSER!!! Damn I wish I was in the ring with Havok. I'd kick his ass, make him cry, and take his manager for my own.

D: Then do it tough guy!

L: Shut your hole!

D: YOU SHUT YOUR HOLE!!! <Now Embarrassed> I...I...I apologize. I don't know what came over me.

L: ...Your balls finally dropped Davey-Boy! It's about damn time too!

D: That was not professional, and I apologi...

L: Hey it's President Steven Lynch!

D: It is! He's walking to the ring now with a microphone and a...CONTRACT?! What's that for!?

L: Shut up and maybe we'll find out!

<In Ring.>

SL: San Antonio, I want to first thank you for coming out tonight, and I hope you're enjoying the show. I know we have a main event to get to, so I won't waste your time with formalities.

<Crowd Pops.>

SL: I thought you might like that. Some of you may be wondering what it is that I have in my hand. These pieces of paper comprise the main event contract for Deadly Encounter, this months pay per view.

<Crowd Pops.>

SL: Now before I go any further, I need some of San Antonio's finest to fill the ring.

<About 20 uniformed officers of the SAPD step into the ring and surround President Lynch. They go into at-ease and President Lynch continues...>

SL: Thank you Gentlemen. Now...I want to call out the challenger, and #1 contender for the Valor World Heavyweight Championship..."THE PRODIGAL MESSIAH" ERIC HARDCASTLE!

<The lights dim down and "Paperthin Hymn" by Anberlin explodes into the arena. The fans jump to their feet, as they know who's trademark music that is. From behind the curtain out walks "The Prodigal Messiah" Eric Hardcastle. Hardcastle with a bottle of water in his hand, marches down the aisle with Brittney Bailey walking behind him. He slides in underneath the bottom rope and walks to the camera side and climbs the ropes. He extends his right arm into the air and crowd erupts. Pyros explode from the 4 ring posts. Hardcastle climbs down to the center of the ring with his arms outstretched and his body leaned back, he looks to the heavens. Pyros shoot up from behind him, one at a time. Hardcastle, with clenched fist, pounds his heart and he points to the sky.>

<Crowd Explodes>

SL: Good to see you again Eric, and thank you for not bringing Brittney with you. Not sure what might happen tonight.

<Eric smirks.>

SL: Now, Eric, this is how we're going to do this. I'm going to have you sign the contract first, then I'll call down Bailey to sign the contract in front of you. Ok?

EH: Sounds good. Where do I sign?

<Lynch hands Eric the contract and a pen. Eric signs the contract, using Steven Lynch's back as a writing surface. Once he finishes, the crowd pops. Lynch and Hardcastle shake hands, and the Valor President Continues.>

SL: Thank you Eric. Now, the reigning Valor World Heavyweight Champion...BRANDON "THE ASSASSIN" BAILEY!

<A single spot light hits the entrance way as Saliva's "King of My World" blares throughout the arena. As Brandon walks out slowly with both arms raised showing the Valor World Championship Belt. Once the music really starts going, Brandon slowly walks to the ring with a scowl on his face and argues with a few fans. Brandon then climbs under the bottom rope, slumps in the closest corner, and scowls at Hardcastle.>

<Crowd boos heavily.>

SL: Cheerful as ever eh Brandon? All jokes aside, I need you to sign this contract to make the match official. These officers of the law will have no qualms about restraining you if you try anything Bailey.

<Brandon spits on one of the officer's shoes, stands up from the corner, and pulls a microphone out from his jacket. He scowls at Steven Lynch and Hardcastle, brings the microphone to his mouth, and says...>

BB: ........No.

<Crowd Boos>

<President Lynch is taken aback at the reply. Hardcastle grabs the mic out of Lynch's hand and says...>

EH: So you finally admit it? You finally show your true colors, huh Bailey? You're too scared? Are you afraid to step into the ring with me now?

<Brandon smirks and says...>

BB: Ya' always been an emotional idiot Eric. Ya' not smart like me. Ya' rely too much on ya' heart, and not enough on ya' wits. Ya' see, while you've been bangin' my $lu+ of a sista', I was readin' up on my rights as tha' Valor World Champion.

<Crowd Boos.>

EH: So the hell what?!

BB: I was hopin' you'd ask that. Ya' see, as Valor World Champion, I have what's called "First Right." Do ya' know what "First Right" is Eric? By that look on ya' face, I can see that ya' don't. Well then, why don't ya' explain it ta' him Lynch?

<Eric quickly turns to a now pale President Lynch and pushes the mic onto his chest. President Lynch slowly brings the mic to his lips, nervously clears his throat, and says...>

SL: Well...Eric..."First Right" basically says that the reigning Valor World Heavyweight Champ has the First Right of Refusal.

EH: What? What the hell is that?!

SL: It means that Brandon can refuse any championship match that doesn't meet his qualifications. If he doesn't feel that the match is earned, then he has the right to refuse the match.

<Crowd Boos>

EH: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ANYBODY THAT RIGHT?!

SL: He can't stop the match indefinitely, but he can postpone it for up to a month if he sees fit. It is a clause to protect the Champion and uphold the Valor Heavyweight Title's Prestige.

<Hardcastle is visibly pissed and goes eye to eye with President Lynch. He stares him down for a moment, but the SAPD slowly close in. Bailey, still in the corner, is laughing hysterically. Suddenly, Eric turns and jumps at Brandon. Lynch scurries out of the ring, while Bailey and Hardcastle start trading right hand bombs. The SAPD attempt to break up the fight. About 10 offciers restrain Hardcastle as he continues to struggle in an attempt to get his hands on Bailey. Brandon calms down, grabs a mic, and says...>

BB: I'll foreva' be one step ahead of ya' Eric! HA HA HA!!

<Brandon spits in Eric's face and says...>

BB: Get tha' piece o' trash outta' my ring!!!

<Fans Boo Heavily.>

<The officers drag Eric Hardcastle out of the ring and into the back.>

<Ringside>

L: TALK ABOUT BRAINS! Tha' Champ is a true Man's Man!

D: Are you kidding me?! What's going to become of the PPV? There's no main event now! Eric Hardcastle is being denied his dream for at least another month!

L: Who cares?!

D: I care! And so do the fans!

L: The fans can all kiss my ass! I think Bailey carries the sentiment!

D: I don't know how this is going to get cleared up, but we've got to finish this night up. Juba is already headed to the ring!

<In Ring>

SB: Now making his way to the ring, from Long Island, NY and weighing in at 278lbs...JUBA!!!

***Main Event***
Non Title
Juba vs. "The Assassin" Brandon Bailey(C)

<Bell rings and Juba charges. Brandon catches him with a drop toe hold, quickly gets up, and drops the leg on the back of the head of Juba. Juba gets up holding his face, Brandon pokes him in the eyes, knees him in the stomach, and hits the Chicago Face Buster. Brandon goes for the cover...One...Two...Three!>

SB: The winner by pinfall...BRANDON "THE ASSASSIN" BAILEY!!!

<Ringside>

L: WHAT THE FU...

D: IT'S A NEW RECORD!!!! 20 SECONDS FLAT!!! BRANDON WINS IN 20 SECONDS FLAT!!!

L: HOW THE FU...

D: What a wild closing! I sure hope the VWA Board can sort this out! Until they do, for my speechless partner Larry Legend, I'm David Black! GOOD NIGHT!!!

L: WHAT THE FU...

<Fade out>

[juba]

ok now i dont know who made the card but i have told in the GD that i was on vacation till tonight and i would not be able to roleplay for anythign till i get back. now i come home and fine that i have lost to brandon bailey in 20 seconds. im sorry but this is a low blow and i am pretty upset about it.

[Hardcastle]

juba said:

ok now i dont know who made the card but i have told in the GD that i was on vacation till tonight and i would not be able to roleplay for anythign till i get back. now i come home and fine that i have lost to brandon bailey in 20 seconds. im sorry but this is a low blow and i am pretty upset about it.

I never saw anything in general discussion about it, # 1. # 2, as stated in a previous Fireside Chat......the rule is you are to contact me or Brandon Bailey......NOT POST ON THE BOARD!!!! And # 3, you didnt rp for the PPV or pretty much for the past 5 matches you have had. You had a high profile match at a PPV and you no showed. Sorry man, that is one of those cardinal rules.

[juba]

hardcastle said:

juba said:

ok now i dont know who made the card but i have told in the GD that i was on vacation till tonight and i would not be able to roleplay for anythign till i get back. now i come home and fine that i have lost to brandon bailey in 20 seconds. im sorry but this is a low blow and i am pretty upset about it.

I never saw anything in general discussion about it, # 1. # 2, as stated in a previous Fireside Chat......the rule is you are to contact me or Brandon Bailey......NOT POST ON THE BOARD!!!! And # 3, you didnt rp for the PPV or pretty much for the past 5 matches you have had. You had a high profile match at a PPV and you no showed. Sorry man, that is one of those cardinal rules.

well i have forgotten to contact you but since both of you do post in the GD almost everyday i would think you would see it. check page 44 if u want proof. and as far as the other no shows i have said i was sorry i had said school has been getting the better then me and what should i focuss on more school work or e-fed. as i stated on page 44 of the GD i was sorry for all of the no shows and after my vacation witch i stated the dates i would be gone i would be able to roleplay for what ever you put me in

[Bailey]

Sorry Juba, but you supposedly read the Fireside Chat Posted 10/19/2005 that states what is expected of each member of Valor. If you don't remember, here's your response:

juba said:

i i captain

Remember that? If not, look at the Fireside Chat listed MUST READ 10/19/2005. Your acknowledgement negates your whole argument. So anything you use as a rebuttal still puts you in the wrong because you agreed to the terms. Sorry, but even the staff members have the same rules. We no show, we also get the short end of the stick. One no show means you still might save face. 2 no shows is a big issue and you get beaten cleanly. 3 no shows means you're no longer active, and you agree to have your character used as seen fit. Sorry, but those are the terms that you agreed to.

[juba]

so what now im fired?

[Hardcastle]

juba said:

so what now im fired?

I'm not big on firing people unless they are just a pain in the ass. But you are personally destroying your own character. We cant book you into storylines, b/c we cant trust you will show. You need to make an effort and earn the trust back. You have the tools to be a top guy in the company. You lack the discipline to make it there. Good luck!

[The eXtremist]

I wasn't surprised by the ending to me and Havok, as we both put out some really good quality RP's. Good Thunder as usual Brandon.