Post by Bailey on Oct 6, 2005 15:08:06 GMT -5
Thursday October 6, 2005
Bell Time: 9pm EST
From The Mark G. Etess Arena in Atlantic City, NJ.
Bell Time: 9pm EST
From The Mark G. Etess Arena in Atlantic City, NJ.
<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 Sin City Saint, Saku, 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, Juba, Chad Roberts, 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 The Creeper winning the Valor North American Title.>
Voice: Valor...Exceptional or heroic courage when facing danger.
<Flash of lightning and an image of Brandon Bailey 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 Eric Hardcastle vs Ron Tibbs Falls Count Anywhere match. Then highlights from the Will Dinero vs Shane Quickenbosh 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: Unbelieveable! Ladies and Gentlemen, the storm has arrived in Valor! Welcome to Thursday Night Thunder! I'm your host David Black and with me is my ringside partner Larry Legend!
L: New show, new announcers, this is great!
D: You're telling me! President Lynch has really gone out of the way to provide the fans with another action packed show of their favorite Valor stars in the same week.
L: Well, not all of their favorites Davey-boy, but whether or not the fans like them, the action will definitely be here on Thunder.
D: No arguments there. People we have an action packed show tonight, with three great matches. The booking committee determined that with a new show, why not showcase new talent?!
L: And that's what we have! Six of the newest Valor superstars to hit the company are going to put it all on the line tonight.
D: That's right Larry...and if I'm not mistaken, five of them are in the upcoming Young Lions Cup Tournament. So consider this a preview of sorts.
L: WOW! I'll be able to be the first YLC Bracketologist in Valor now!
D: What?
L: Bracketologist...you know.
D: Yeah I know, but that's only reserved for March Madness.
L: Says who?
D: Good point.
L: I know. I'm a genius remember?
D: Well genius, your tshirt is on backwards.
L: Huh? Oh...ah...That's how geniuses dress...we're ecclectic.
D: Whatever. You couldn't even spell ecclec...Hold up folks...I'm getting word that something is taking place in the back. We're taking you there now.
<The camera switches to a view of the locker room. Havok is standing there in a tattered brown shirt and blue jean shorts. He's frantically going through his bag when Juba walks in with a smirk on his face.>
Juba: Watchya' doing there Havok?
HavoK: Nothing that concerns you.
Juba: Looks like you're looking for something.
Havok: I am.
Juba: Maybe I can help.
Havok: No...I'm fine.
Juba: No, I want to help. Have you checked the locker for whatever you're looking for?
Havok: Huh? No...I haven't actually. Thanks for the suggestion.
Juba: No problem.
<Havok opens up the locker in front of him and Juba immediately shoves him into it and closes the door. As Havok bangs on the door and screams to be let out, Juba leans on the locker and laughs.>
Juba: Dumbass! That was too easy!
<Juba walks off laughing, leaving Havok trapped in the locker banging on the door to get someone's attention. The camera now goes back to the announce position.>
D: Why the hell did he do that?!
L: Remembering your high school days Davey-Boy?
D: No, but that was uncalled for! Everyone knows that Havok was bullied just like that in high school.
L: True...but it was funny as hell to me; that's all I ask for.
D: Hopefully someone will get Havok some help soon. Right now we have our first match on Thunder! Steve Bond is in the ring to announce the participants.
L: Lay it on us Steve!
<In the ring>
SB: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest on Thursday Night Thunder is scheduled for one fall. It has a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Long Island, NY. He weighs in at 278 lbs.....JUBA!!!
<"Welcome Burden" by disturbed plays and smoke apears. Once the smoke clears Juba just stands there looking into the ring. He then runs into the ring and begins to fight.>
L: Who's he swinging at?
D: Beats me.
<In the ring>
SB: His opponent, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 200 lbs...JOHNNY ARSENIC!!!
<"Until Is Sleeps" by Metallica plays 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 shiny 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: I wonder if he's Canadian?
D: Yup. Valor is a hotspot for intercontinental talent. Time to call the action...
<The bell sounds as both men pace around the ring, seconds later they lock up with Juba taking control by winning a test of strength to then boots Arsenic in the chest and lifts him into the air dropping him back with a Military Press Slam. Juba grabs a handful of Arsenic's hair, whips him to the ropes, and follows up with a big boot that almost takes off Arsenic's head. Juba grabs Arsenic and forces him into the corner and gives him a series of knife edge chops. Arsenic clutches his chest after the 4th chop and falls to the mat. Juba picks him up again and sets up for a brainbuster, but Arsenic reverses it into a small package...2 count. Juba quickly gets up and clotheslines Arsenic, dropping him to the mat again. Juba puts the boots to Arsenic and picks him up again. Juba performs an Irish Whip, and hits a huge powerslam. Cover...2 count. Juba picks up Arsenic by the hair, but Arsenic hits a thumb to the eye, blinding Juba. Arsenic hits Juba with a series of forearms, and then snap mares him over. Arsenic sits Juba up, he then runs to and bounces off the ropes, and hits Juba in the face with a dropkick. Arsenic then hits two quick legdrops and makes he cover...2 count. Arsenic picks Juba up by the hair, and whips him to the far corner. With a head of steam, Arsenic hits a flying forearm, and Juba collapses to the mat and rolls over on his back. Arsenic climbs to the top ropes, hits an elbow drop, and goes for the cover...2 count again. Frustrated, Arsenic whips Juba to the ropes and goes for a drop kick, but Juba counters by holding on to the ropes. Juba gathers himself, and kicks Arsenic in the ribs a few times. He then picks him up and hits a brainbuster. Juba goes for the pin...Arsenic grabs the bottom rope. Juba sets up for the powerbomb, but when Juba lifts Arsenic up, Arsenic rolls over his back into a sunset flip pin...2 count. Juba and Arsenic both get up and Juba goes for the clothesline again, but Arsenic ducks under, runs to the ropes, bounces off, and tries to hit a crossbody, but Juba catches him, and swings Arsenic into the Black Hole Slam. He goes for the cover...2 count...>
D: What the Hell?! Havok is coming ringside!
L: How'd he get out?!
<Havok climbs the turnbuckle, and as Juba gets up, Havok hits him with a missle dropkick in the back. The referee rings the bell and Steve Bond announces...>
SB: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner by disqualification...JUBA!!!
<Havok starts to wail on the fallen Juba, and Arsenic gets up. He hears the results, and pulls Havok off of Juba. Havok pushes Arsenic and continues to pound on Juba. Arsenic pulls Havok off of Juba again and slaps him. Havok slaps Arsenic back, and they start trading blows. Juba gets up and grabs both Havok and Arsenic, but is met with two fists to the face. Arsenic and Havok continue to fight. Juba recovers, and jumps into the melee. Security runs down and breaks up the fight.>
D: WOW! Emotions run high here on Thunder! Havok no longer taking the abuse he dealt with in his adolescense!
L: Whoop his ass! Whoop his ASS!
D: Larry...do all geniuses act like this?
L: Sure do.
D: Whatever...Well what an opening matchup. Time to get to the action for our second match of the night! Shane O'Riley and Chad Roberts!
L: Two more Canadians!!! Jeez!!!
D: What is it with you and Canadians?
L: They get free healthcare...I'm jealous.
D: Figures. Steve Bond is back in the ring...Take it away Steve!
<In the ring.>
SB: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest on is scheduled for one fall. It has a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 220 lbs...SHANE O'RILEY!!!
<"Rollin" by Limp Bizkit plays and Shane walks down to the Ring with a Canadian Flag. The fans Boo as he continues to walk he eventually gets in the Ring and waves the Flag and waits for his opponent.>
L: See?!
D: See what?
L: I'm not the only person who's not a fan of Canadians! The fans are booing.
D: Ugh.
L: What?
D: Nothing.
<In the ring>
SB: His opponent, hailing from British Columbia, Canada. Weighing in at 225lbs..."THE REAL DEAL" CHAD ROBERTS!!!
<"Ironman" by Black Sabbath plays as Chad walks out with a leather jogging suit on, which at the front has neat cursive writing spelling The Real Deal. On the back it was a Canadian flag and above it says Chad and below it, it says Roberts. He sort of comes out like Christian until he gets in the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. He then wipes his chest with both hands and then wipes both shoulders at different times with one hand.>
L: Fans are booing again Davey-Boy! They're not all humanoids like Mean Mike says they are.
D: Whatever. The match is starting genius.
<The bell rings and both men stare eachother down for a few moments. O'Riley motions that he's the better of the two and Roberts laughs. O'Riley turns slightly to his right and decks Roberts with a right hook. Roberts falls down clutching his left cheek and gets up slowly. O'Riley motions that he's the best again, and kicks Roberts in the stomach. O'Riley then grabs Roberts by the hair and trunks, and throws him shoulder first into the ring post. O'Riley quickly picks Roberts up and locks an armbar. He sinches it in, does an armbar takedown, and goes for a quick legdrop. O'Riley then gets back up and plays to the crowd who boo him unmercifully. Chad Roberts gets up, spins O'Riley around, and slaps the taste right out of his mouth. Stunned, O'Riley stumbles into the nearest corner, and Roberts follws him in with another hard slap. Roberts then whips O'Riley to the far corner. O'Riley hits hard and stumbles out right into the arms of Chad Roberts. Roberts hits a belly-to-belly overhead suplex and O'Riley clutches his back on pact. Roberts picks O'Riley up, hits a snap suplex, and goes for the pin...2 count only. Roberts puts the boots to O'Riley and goes to pick him up, but is met with a stiff right hand to the gut. O'Riley hits Roberts in the gut again, and then hits a jawbreaker. O'Riley grabs the stunned Roberts and hits a suplex, then another, and one more. O'Riley goes for the pin...2 count only. O'Riley grabs Roberts by the hair and smacks him a couple of times. Roberts wakes up and connects with a series of right hands. Roberts goes for the haymaker punch, but O'Riley ducks and grabs a rear waist lock. O'Riley then hits Roberts with a German Suplex, and another, and another. On the third German, O'Riley bridges for the pin...kickout at 2. O'Riley picks Roberts up and hits a vertical suplex. He then climbs the turnbuckle and goes for a Moonsault, but misses as Roberts rolls out of the way. ROberts and O'Riley both get up and start trading blows. O'Riley gets the better hand, and spins Roberts around with a right hook. Roberts starts to retreat to the corner, and as O'Riley grabs the back of Roberts' head, Roberts hits O'Riley with a mule kick that the ref doesn't see. As O'Riley doubles over in pain, Roberts climbs the turnbuckle and hits the Canadian Slice legdrop off the second turnbuckle. O'Riley hits the mat face first and his forehead is busted open. Robert's motions that it's over, and climbs outside the ropes and stands on the edge of the ring. He grabs the top rope with both hands and hits The Greatness Plunge, a sling-shot legdrop. Roberts goes for the pin...and gets the win.>
SB: Ladies and Gentlemen...The winner by pinfall..."THE REAL DEAL" CHAD ROBERTS!!!
D: Wow! Another top notch match from two top notch stars!
L: I'll say. I might be jealous of the Canadians' health plan, but they can wrestle their asses off!
D: Oh stop it!
L: what?! It's the truth!
D: I'm ignoring you now....People, I've just been given the word that this is Shane O'Riley's last match in Valor. He will still take part in the Young Lions Cup, but will no longer be a Valor star due to scheduling conflicts. We wish him the best!
L: You wish him the best...I say one less Canadian in Valor. I swear...we lose one, we get two!
D: Would you stop it!? They are great talents, and have been for years in this business!
L: Sooooooooorrrrrrrrrrry! Jeez...This is America...Freedom of Speech! Third Ammendment!
D: Third Ammendment?! It's the Fir...nevermind. It's hopeless.
L: You're right...it's hopeless to outsmart a genius, so let's get to the main event!
<In the ring>
SB: Ladies and Gentlemen! Your Main Event this evening is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit! First, hailing from San Jose, CA, and weighing in at 210lbs...VOODOO!!!
<"Feel So Numb" from Rob Zombie plays. The lights go out and then a big splash of fireworks hit the stage and out of the smoke comes Voodoo, running from one side of the ramp to the other looking at the fans, like they aren’t anyone, then slides into the ring and goes to the top turnbuckle and raises his arms and spits out water as a fire pyro shoots from the turnbuckle. He jumps down and looks at the entrance way waiting for his opponent.>
L: What's up with everyone spitting water nowadays? What happened to people spitting fire?
D: Good question...never thought of that.
L: That's why I'm the genius, and you're not.
SB: His opponent. Hailing from Las Vegas, NV, 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: Looks like a WESSSYYYYYYYYDE match!
D: ...
L: What?
<Bell rings and Voodoo and Pryme circle each other as Voodoo mouths off. Voodoo starts telling the booing crowd to shut up. Pryme shrugs and charges him ... right into a drop toe hold. Pryme goes face first into the mat. Pryme holds his face as Voodoo shows off to the crowd. Voodoo turns back towards the match as Pryme nips up and hits a dropkick to his chest. Voodoo falls sitting and Pryme runs off the ropes with another dropkick to the face. leaps up and taunts as the crowd cheers in approval. Pryme quickly jumps to the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault onto Voodoo who gets his knees up. Pryme bounces off holding his gut. Voodoo stands up and does a quick leg drop. While Pryme clutches his throat, Voodoo grabs Pryme’s legs and falls back with a slingshot. Pryme goes sailing smack into the turnbuckle and falls back onto Voodoo's knees. Pryme grabs his back and Voodoo gets up and him to his feet. Voodoo pushes Pryme to the corner and rushes in, but Pryme side steps him, using Voodoo's own momentum to ram him into the corner. Voodoo stumbles back and Pryme grabs his waist. He tries a release German Suplex but Voodoo lands on his feet. Pryme gets up and quickly turns, but gets caught with a standing dropkick to the knee. Voodoo grabs Pryme's leg and spins into a knee lock ala Tiger Mask. Voodoo does it one more time, and locks in a Texas Cloverleaf in the middle of the ring. Pryme inches to the ropes and forces Voodoo to release the hold. Voodoo picks Pryme up and hits a snap suplex. He bounces off the far ropes and hits a rolling senton onto to Pryme. Voodoo then picks Pryme up, whips him to the far ropes, but Pryme counters with a Toreador. Voodoo quickly gets back up and Pryme catches him with a hurricanrana. Pryme climbs to the outside apron and hits a slingshot senton onto Voodoo. Pryme picks Voodoo up by the hair and whips him to the far corner. He charges in, hits a flying forearm, and follows up with a face buster. Voodoo rolls over on his back and Pryme covers...
...2 count only. Pryme picks Voodoo up, but Voodoo rakes Pryme's eyes and hits a desparation jawbreaker. Voodoo picks Pryme back up and whips him to the far ropes, catches Pryme with a Quebradora Congiro backbreaker, and goes for the pin...
...2 count. Voodoo picks Pryme up, but Pryme counters with a series of knife edge chops. Voodoo backs up to the ropes and holds on to keep his balance. Pryme backs up, charges in, and hits a crossbody that takes both men out of the ring. The referee starts the 10 count and gets to 8 before both men climb back into the ring. Voodoo and Pryme both get up at the same time and trade right hands. Pryme kicks Voodoo in the gut and plants him with a dangerous DDT. Pryme then climbs the top ropes and goes for a flying elbow drop, but Voodoo moves out of the way. Voodoo climbs the top rope now and goes for the Sinner's Rebellion, but misses as Pryme rolls out of the way. Pryme then uses the corner ropes to pull himself up and signals for the end. Voodoo staggers to his feet, turns, and gets hit with Prymetyme. Pryme falls on top of Voodoo and...gets the pin.>
SB: Ladies and Gentlemen! The winner by pinfall...PRYME!!!
D: Helluva' match! That was one helluva' match!
L: I agree! They pulled some moves out that I've never seen before!
D: But I thought you were a genius?!
L: Even geniuses have some shortcomings Davey-boy. Hell, Einstein failed arithmatic in school!
D: OK...Genius. Hey...something's happening in the ring!
<In Ring>
<Voodoo staggers to his feet with a crazed look on his face. He grabs his hair with both hands and starts to scream. Voodoo goes to the nearest turnbuckle, kicks it, and grabs the referee by the shirt. Voodoo yells at the ref and pushes him down. Voodoo then attacks Pryme from behind, and kicks him out of the ring. Voodoo grabs the mic from Steve Bond and says...>
Voodoo: That's it! I'm sick of this! I was screwed! I kicked out and you know it! That was a fast count! This is not fair! I was screwed!
<Voodoo throws the mic down and starts to stomp and kick the bottom turnbuckle again before rolling out of the ring and yelling that he's sick of this.>
L: What the hell was that all about?
D: Got me? It looked like a fair match to me. A fair match that Pryme won.
L: I agree...but you do have to watch these refs sometimes. Damn zebra stripes!
D: That's it...I've had all I can stand for one evening. People, on behalf of Valor, Larry Legend, and myself David Black, we thank you for tuning in to Thursday Night Thunder!
L: What did I say?
<Fade out>
lol
The Real Deal Chad Roberts!!! Awesome sig Credit to: Brandon "The Assasin" Bailey
