Post by Bailey on Dec 2, 2005 10:45:06 GMT -5
Thursday December 01, 2005
Bell Time: 9pm EST
From The Target Center in Minneapolis, MN.
<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, and Will Dinero fades in and out.>
Voice: Will be owned by those who will shape our future.
<Lightning flashes, and an image of Pryme, Havok, Martin Paine, Pohatu, Ryan Young and Ethan Toxic fades in and then out.>
Voice: Valor...Courage and boldness, as in battle; bravery.
<Flash of lightning and image of ZMaster winning the Valor North American Title.>
Voice: Valor...Exceptional or heroic courage when facing danger.
<Flash of lightning and an image of Eric Hardcastle 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 Hell on Earth 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: WELCOME TO ANOTHER EDITION OF THURSDAY NIGHT THUNDER!!! I'm your host David Black alongside my partner Larry Legend!
L: Minnesota...the home of one of the toughest Son's of Bitches on this planet...Verne Gagne!
D: Verne Gagne, of course, is the man who trained wrestling greats such as Ric Flair, The Iron Sheik, Ricky "The Dragon" Steamboat, Seargent Slaughter, and the list goes on and on!
L: He was a tough, mean, and nasty bastard, but he got the job done! My kind of guy!
D: I'll bet. Well folks, we're fresh off of one the greatest pay per views ever aired...Deadly Encounters! What a show!
L: Yeah! There was hate and blood spilt the whole evening, and I loved it! The cherry on top was the way Mean Mike paid me back for that bar tab he owed me!
D: Did you take it out of his hide like promised?
L: Didn't have to.
D: So he gave you the money?
L: Nope Davey-Boy, Patrick has his own way of doing things. He paid me in his own unique way, but I'll let him tell it on Sunday.
D: That...sounds...a little...odd.
L: If that's a supposed to be the opinion of a fence straddling sissy, then I could care less how it came off! Try being a smart ass again Black! Just try me!
D: ...
L: I didn't think so.
D: How about we get started here?
L: Yeah...how 'bout we?
D: Okay...Ummm...We have three big matches tonight on Thunder! A double re-debut, a debut, and what should be a great Main Event!
L: I'm only interested in the second match. Two heavyweights on this card, and both a brawlers...I love it!
D: Well, without further adeu, let's go to the ring where our own, Steve "Don't Call Me James" Bond, is in the ring!
<In the ring>
SB: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest for the evening is scheduled for one fall and has a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Boone, Iowa. He stands 6'0" and weighs in at 215lbs..."THE ELECTRIC ENIGMA" POHATU!!!
<As the odd sounding opening of Faint by Linkin' Park, the lights in the arena dimmed down, the lights inside the actual entrance starting to flash between yellow, electric blue, and bright white. As the lyrics first started up, a figure was seen slowly moving out on the entrance, his movements not thingyy, yet at the same time showing a certain inner-confidence. The figure stepped out fully onto the stage and turned, his back now fully to the entrance, no one except the people that were right up against the stage able to see his face. The figure reached up, adjusting his upper clothing before finally snapping his head back, the lights returning to normal to show Pohatu standing there in his regular wrestling attire, a certain glint in his eyes that showed he was ready for the upcoming match up.Pohatu whipped off his vest and chucked it out into the audience, a brief scuffle happening because of it briefly before the vest finally disappeared into the sea of bodies, Pohatu starting his trek down the ramp as the vest finally disappeared. At about midway down the ramp he paused, glancing from side to side, no emotion seen on his face as he did so. He slowly raised his hands up into the air, hooking his thumbs and rolling his hands around, making the image of a phoenix with his hands. He then snapped his hands down, his fingers briefly taking the shape of lightning bolts on the way down. Pohatu continued his trek down the ramp, pausing again as he reached the main ring area. He glanced over at the announcers, his eyes then travelling to the time keepers, the cruiserweight seeming to be making sure everything was in place. Pohatu walked over to the steel steps that were on the corner to the left of him, slowly walking up them, placing his hand on the steel post as he reached the apron. Pohatu stared into the center of the ring for a few seconds before grabbing the top rope with one hand, stepping up the ropes and vaulting over the top rope. He landed smoothly inside the ring, leaning against the corner turnbuckles briefly before walking out into the center of the ring, raising one arm up into the air to briefly taunt the audience, lowering it just as quickly. He walked over to the corner furthest from the audience, slowly stretching out as he waited for the beginning of the match.>
D: Pohatu being met with a mixed reaction.
L: Who cares? The midget shouldn't have left in the first place!
SB: And his opponent, hailing from New York, New York. He stands 6'1" and weighs 220lbs..."THE HOTSHOT" RYAN YOUNG!!!
<The arena gets dark all of a sudden and the fans look around, they know whats happening, its just a matter of waiting for it. Suddenly the arena is illuminated by red pyros flashing up from the rop of the ramp. As the lights slowly come back on 'One of a Kind' by Breaking Point hits and they know whats coming. Ryan Young walks out from the back with a hood covering his head. The back of his jacket has 'Hotshot' written in red, flame letters. He looks around at the crowd then flips the hood off of his head and looks at the fans in the front. He slowly begins to make his way down the ramp and slides under the ropes. He points up at the fans in the upper section of the arena and he lets out a cocky grin. He goes to the ropes facing the ramp and he uses a hand gesture to let his opponent know hes ready. Then he anxiously awaits for him to make his way down to the ring.>
D: Same response for Young.
L: Once again I missed the part where I said I actually gave a rats ass. These two guys left during a time when the Jr. Heavyweight division was really picking up steam. Who's to say they won't up and leave again?
D: Good point. All we can do is enjoy them while they're here in Valor.
L: You're too damn nice Davey-Boy! You need to call a spade a spade and stop d***in' around with the truth!
D: I'll just ignore that comment because the ref has just called for the bell and this match is underway.
L: The last time these two faced, Young came out on top after a back and forth match. Even though they deserve an ass kickin' by yours truly, they put on a show.
D: I concur...Both men lockup and its Ryan Young who emerges with a sideheadlock. Pohatu trying to find the counter here. Pohatu pushes Young off...no, Young is going to hold onto the headlock.
L: Strange to say, but Ryan Young is going to have the power advantage in this match. It's only 5 pounds and 1 inch, but in wrestling that can make all the difference.
D: But Pohatu has the slight quickness advantage. Pohatu still caught up in this sideheadlock...now finally gets the Irish whip...Hotshot hits the ropes...Pohatu ducks down, step over and Hotshot from the far side...Japanese Arm Drag by Pohatu! Young back up and Pohatu with a dropkick to the face of Young that makes him roll out to the floor.
L: Ryan Young is gonna slow this tempo down. Not gonna play Pohatu's ga...
D: CORKSCREW PLANCHA!!!!!!!!!!!
L: WHOOP!!! Young side stepped him.
D: Pohatu misses, Young grabs him and tosses him back into the ring. Young now...Tope Atomico and he makes the cover...
1...
2......
D: Pohatu with a late kickout.
L: Almost 2-0 for Young on Pohatu!
D: Pohatu sitting up and Young connects with a dragon kick to the back. Young off the ropes...dropkick to the side of the head and Pohatu slumps over over. Young with another cover...
1...
2......
D: Kickout again!
L: Pohatu not giving up like a P***Y!
D: I see that new censor we have in place is working just fine!
L: Censor this gooch baby! <Flips David Black off>
D: You're sick! Young with Pohatu now...NO! Pohatu with a forearm and another! Pohatu off the ropes...but Young connects with a high knee right to the face that kills that bit of momentum. Young climbing to the top rope...450!!!...Pohatu rolls out of the way, but Young lands on his feet! Young turns and Pohatu connects with a dropkick and another...DROPSAULT! Pohatu regaining some momentum and backs Young into the far corner...hard chop! Pohatu with the Irish whip...reversed by Young and Pohatu springs to the second rope...Backflip over a charging Young...Young turns...Pohatu leaps...HURRICANRANA!
L:Talk about a momentum shift!
D: Pohatu now...Standing Senton...The cover...
1...
2......
D: Young's shoulder slides up!
L: That was almost redemption for the Oompa Loompa!
D: Ref says a 2 only. Pohatu can't believe it. Pohatu back to work though. He picks Young U...INSIDE CRADLE BY YOUNG!!! Pohatu rolls it back and now he has the inside cradle! Roll back by Young...and they finally roll out of it. Pohatu is up and charges...Drop toe hold by Young. Pohatu back up...Young connects with the spin heel kick! Young quickly jumps on top for the cover, but Pohatu has his foot on the rope already. Ref waving off the pinfall.
L: Why is that stupid rule there in the first place? It's the cheap way out...no real man would use the ropes!
D: What about the first Valor World Champion Brandon Bailey? He did it.
L: That's different. He had a belt on the line, and he's a thinking man's wrestler. These two are all flash and no substance.
D: You're really dense sometimes you know? Anway...Young with Pohatu...the scoop...POHATU COUNTERS! He rolls up Young into a School Boy Pin...Young pushes off and Pohatu to his feet...Young turns...kick to the gut by Pohatu. He grabs Young...BRAINBUSTER!!!! This could be it. No, Pohatu signaling for the end here! Pohatu springs to the top rope...
L: LNST!!!
D: For the uninformed fans that's...LIGHTNING NEVER STRIKES TWICE!!! That devastating shooting star head butt! Cover...
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2......
L: KICKOUT! Talk about heart!
D: Pohatu can't believe it! Young slow to get up and is met with a kick to the gut by Pohatu...DDT coming up...countered... Young with a ddt of his own...no...runs up the ropes and swings...TORNADO DDT!!! Both men are down and this capacity crowd can only stand and continue to cheer this phenomenal action on!
L: Both men putting on a clinic of heart right now.
D: Both now to their feet. Forearm by Young and Pohatu retaliates. Young with another and Pohatu delivers one of his own. Its a strike fest now. Young forearm, forearm, forearm. Pohatu shakes it off and returns, forearm, forearm, forearm. Young with a swinging right...Pohatu ducks...Reverse headlock...Inverted DDT!!! Young is somehow right back up and Pohatu with a kick to the gut. FISHERMAN BUSTER!!! Pohatu back up. He rolls Young on to his stomach...
L: ROARING THUNDER SUBMISSION!!!
D: Young can't breathe but he's trying to hold on...The referee is checking...............
L: He can't hold on much longer. Pohatu really wrenching it in!
D: YOUNG PASSES OUT! HE PASSED OUT! The ref calls for the bell!
SB: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner by submission..."THE ELECTRIC ENIGMA" POHATU!!!
