Thursday Night Thunder Results 12/08/2005

[Bailey]

Thursday December 08, 2005
Bell Time: 9pm EST
From The Carver-Hawkeye Arena in Iowa City, Iowa

<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 Havok fades in and out.>

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

<Lightning flashes, and an image of Pryme, Martin Paine, Pohatu, Ryan Young and Matt Mayhem 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 Thursday Night Thunder!!! I'm David Black alongside my co-host Larry Legend!

L: It's good to be in Party City Davey-Boy!

D: Party City?

L: You heard me right...Party City!

D: Minneapolis?

L: Yes Minneapolis...The home of the Orgy Party Boat Vikings! I should've never stopped playing football! I mean look at them now! They were on the verge of a disaster season, then they have an orgy, and now have a chance at the playoffs!!!

D: ...

L: I know. I'm at a loss for words too. Party City Davey-Boy! We're smack dab in the middle of it!

D: Unbelievable...People I've just gotten word that President Steven Lynch is on his way down to the ring to make an important announcement concerning the Valor World Champion "The Prodigal Messiah" Eric Hardcastle.

<"Wings of A Butterfly" by HIM plays and President Steven Lynch walks down to the ring with a microphone in hand. He climbs in to the ring, motions for the music to cut and waits for the crowd to quiet down.>

SB: I want to thank all of you for your continued support of Valor Wrestling Alliance.

<Crowd Pops>

SB: Although I would love to be standing here with a happy message, alas, I come before you with a heavy heart.

<Crowd is silent>

SB: Some of you may have already heard that Eric Hardcastle's Father unexpectedly passed away last week. He is currently at home with his family, and I would appreciate a moment of silence as a sign of respect...

<Crowd is completely silent>

SB: Thank you. Eric Hardcastle is not exactly sure when he would be back competing in Valor and suggested that the World Title be vacated.

<Crowd Boos>

SB: The Valor Executive Board shared the same sentiments and have decided to allow Eric Hardcastle to continue being the Champion until his return.

<Crowd Pops>

SB: As long as he returns to the ring in a reasonable amount of time, there will be no changes to the Valor title picture. Once again I thank you for your respect and your support. Enjoy the show tonight!

<The crowd pops as Steven Lynch walks to the back.>

D: We wish the family of Eric Hardcastle all the best and we offer our condolences.

L: While it's no secret that I'm not a big Hardcastle fan, I feel for him, and hope to see him back in the ring again.

D: Well, the show must go on, and we're about to kick off an action packed Thunder with a Jr. Heavyweight tag match. All four men are already in the ring, and we're ready to rock!

L: This is a match up that I have no interest in, so I'm going to the bathroom.

D: YOu can't just lea...<Sighs>

D: All four men in the ring and Paine and Young are going right at one another from the get go! They are brawling all over the ring! Rights, lefts, rights, lefts...a kick to the gut by Young...He picks Paine up...POWERBOMB! The quick cover...




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D: Broken up by Hank "Loverboy" Williams! Young back up with Paine...neckbreaker by Young and down goes Paine again. Ryan Young with the tag to Jackyl....Jackyl climbs the top ropes...Hotshot with the armbar onto Paine...Missle dropkick by Jackyl! The cover...




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D: Another break up by Loverboy.

L: I'm back...what did I miss?

D: An early brawl.

L: DAMMNIT!

D: Jackyl with Paine...DDT and follows with a quick leg drop. Paine having a hard time tonight early.

L: They're wrestling again? <Closes eyes> Wake me when they're done.

D: <sighs> Jackyl dragging Paine and isolating him in the corner...tags into Young...TOPE ATOMICO! Young with the cover...




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D: Another save by Loverboy! He's itching to get in the ring.

L: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

D: <Shakes head in disgust> Young picks Paine up...Powerbomb position...Running Sitout Powerbomb ala the great Jushin "Thunder" Liger! Paine in real trouble now. Young taunting Paine now and Loverboy doesn't like it!

L: Zzzzzzzzzzzzz...Mommy I don't want to go to school...Zzzzzzzzzzzz....

D: Loverboy storms into the ring and tosses Young out of the ring and knocks Jackyl off the ring apron! He's now dragging Paine over to his corner...Loverboy climbs back out...Paine makes the tag! Loverboy measuring Jackyl up...Spaceman Plancha!!! He just leveled Jackyl!

L: Huh?

D: You're missing a fast match here.

L: Who cares? They're lightweights.

D: Loverboy back in the ring...so is Young. Trading knife edge chops now...Young with the upperhand...kick to the gut by Hotshot...Powerbo...HURRICANRANA!!! Loverboy with the counter! Young back up...Loverboy already off the ropes...Hip-O-Mesa! Young in trouble now. Paine still hurting from the early beating and is no help right now. Meanwhile, Jackyl is out of it after he was just hit by a flying 200lbs of "Love."

L: <Sarcastically> Well Whoopie!!!

D: Young back up now...LOverboy with the Irish whip to the corner...YOung in hard. Loverboy charges...Young gets the foot up and catches him in the face. Loverboy dazed...Young with a front face lock and sits on the top turnbuckle while still holding on. It looks like a Tornado DDT...No, Loverboy with a punch to the stomach! Another, and another...Big Right Hand to the jaw by the little guy! Young is stunned...Loverboy climbs up...This could be the big set up...

L: Good...this matc needs to end now.

D: DESTINATION HEARTBREAK!!! The top rope Dragonranna by the Loverboy!

L: The cover...




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D: And that's it! An impressive debut for the youngster!

L: <Sarcstically> Yay! Now let's get the oompa-loompa's out of the ring!

D: They're moving now. Hank Williams put on a great showing, but the bigger story, I think, is the the now 2 straight losses by Martin Paine.

L: He's got a title shot already...so he's chillin' right now. Don't get your panties in a bunch Davey-Boy.

D: I don't wear panties...I go commando.

L: You wouldn't know commando unless one was trying to bend you ov...

D: OKAY! Ready for our next match?!

L: Why deny it Davey-Boy? Everyone already knows.

D: <Embarrassed> Steve Bond is in the ring to announce the next match.

[Bailey]

SB: First, introducing from Clarksburg, West Virginia. He weighs in at 263lbs...MATT MAYHEM!!!

<The VWA fans sit in anticipation for the next match.As they wait the anticipation and excitement rises and rises and before they can take it no longer "Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains hits.The lights dim and green pyro shoots up from the entrance way as Matt Mayhem steps out onto the stage. Mayhem is wearing his usual black tights,green knee pads,green boots,black elbow pad on the left arm,black wrist tape,his trademark black and green face paint,and ofcourse his leather vest with Mayhem written in a green firey font. As Mayhem stands at the top of the ramp he scans the crowd for a few moments before raising his arms into the air.After a few seconds he lowers his arms and heads down the aisle at a slow pace while the fans chant "Mayhem". By the time he reaches the end of the aisle the chants have grown louder.He stops directly at the end of the aisle and he throws his arms into the air one last time as green pyro again shoots out at the top of the entrance way.Mayhem then throws his leather vest into the crowd where some lucky fan catches it. Mayhem then runs and slides into the ring where he jumps up onto the nearest turnbuckle and looks around at the fans before jumping down and waiting for his opponent.>

L: Mayhem is a powerful guy who can really take over a match. Havok is no competition for this amount of power.

D: Don't be too sure. Havok is one of Valor's most resilient talents and is not to be taken lightly.

L: You're an idiot Black. If Mayhem had a mean streak, he'd destroy Havok in 3 minutes.

SB: And his opponent. From Anderson, Indiana 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 leans up against the ropes and awaits the bell to ring.>

L: Did you see the way he went off on his Grandmother the other day?

D: Yes I did. It's not typical of Havok...maybe the stress of a title shot is already getting to him?

L: What the hell are you talking about?! That's the type of edge that Havok needs to win the title!

D: Both men ar...no its a right jab by Havok and another. He Irish whips Mayhem into the ropes to the far side and here comes Mayhem...BIG CLOTHESLINE! Down goes Havok, but he's right back up...and down again from another clothesline. Mayhem with Havok now...Irishwhip...Havok off the near side...POWERSLAM!!!

L: That's what I'm talking about! Use your size to your advantage.

D: Good poing Larry. Havok is down and we have a cover...




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D: Kickout!!

L: Look at that slow count.

D: Havok is going to step to the outside and take a break for a moment here.

L: Smart plan. Havok is going to take a timeout and regroup, but it's pointless to delay the inevitible.

D: Mayhem comes out and gives chase. Havok back in and here comes Mayhem...stomp to the head by Havok. Another stomp. He has Mayhem up...Russian Leg Sweep. Now Havok off the ropes...Bret Hart style elbow drop! Havok hooks the leg and the cover...




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D: A kickout by Mayhem.

L: Count slower! Look at this crooked referee. He counts fast for the lightweight and slow for the big man!

D: Look like an on the pace count to me, partner.

L: Who asked you?!

D: Matt just has too much left in the tank to let himself get pinned right there. Havok with Mayhem now...whips him off to the far side...Drop Toe Hold and down goes Mayhem. Havok off the ropes...LEG DR...Mayhem rolls out of the way!! Matt Mayhem gets out of the way and Havok is hurting now. Mayhem now with Havok...Combo Punches that back Havok into the corner. Mayhem steps back and crushes Havok with a Running Shoulder Block. Mayhem is on fire now!!

L: YEAH! Crush the midget!

D: Mayhem has Havok...poke to the eye by Havok! He grabs the stunned Mayhem...Irish whip to the far side...Reversed! Mayhem with another Shoulder Bl...no, Havok is going to take a powder.

L: Look at the fear of the midget! He realizes that there's just too much of a size difference.

D: Out to the floor goes Havok and Mayhem is trying to leave the ring, but the ref is going to hold him back. Mayhem just lifts the ref and places him to the side! Mayhem dives over the top rope and out onto Havok!!! Both men are down and the ref is going to begin his count...




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L: Come on Mayhem. Get up!!




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D: Both men are now duking it out right on the far side of the ring. They are headed up the ramp now.




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D: The referee is to 7 already. If these 2 arent careful, we are gonna see a double countout.




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D: Havok just kicked Mayhem in the jewels and is now sprinting to the ring!





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L: No way he's going to make it!

D: He's in!!!




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SB: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner by countout...HAVOK!!!

L: That little bastard!

D: It was a questionable move by the normally fair playing Havok, but it won him the match.

L: Good point Davey-Boy. Havok did what was necessary of him to win. GOOD JOB PIP-SQUEEK!

D: YOu have no morals do you?

L: Shut it!

D: It's pointless...Anyway. Havok picks up a big win here over a phyiscally dominating Matt Mayhem.

L: Mayhem impressed me once again. I can't wait to see what else this big man can do.

D: Me neither! It looks like we're ready for our next match of the evening and Steve Bond is already in the ring.

[Bailey]

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada. He weighs 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 his opponent comes to the ring.>

L: Pryme looks very focused here tonight.

D: He'll have to be. Tibbs ain't fooling around. I spoke with him this week and Tibbs wants to get back on track in Valor.

SB: And his opponent, from Asbury Park, New Jersey. He weighs in at 275lbs..."THE MAN" RON TIBBS!!!

<"Bombtrack" by Rage Against the Machine starts to play. The guitar riffs set the mood as the crowd knows who's about to come out. Once the beat drops, white pyros explode and "The Man" Ron Tibbs jumps out from the back shouting and beating his chest. He walks to the ring hitting his chest with his left then right hand while gritting his teeth. Ron Tibbs rolls under the ropes, climbs the nearest corner, beats his chest, and shouts at the top of his lungs.>

D: Ok, the referee will need eyes in the back of his head for this one.

L: I agree. Tibbs does what it takes to win, and I love it.

D: The bell sounds and Pryme and Tibbs are standing right in the middle of the ring, looking at one another.

L: Big stare down Davey-boy. I got goosebumps.

D: A slap by Tibbs. Tibbs slaps Pryme right across the mouth and Pryme with a poke to the eye!! A retaliation. Pryme with a stiff right hand and another. A knee to the gut and there is an Irish whip...reversed by Tibbs...Pryme comes off the ropes and ducks Tibbs' clothesline attempt...forearm to the back. Right into the kidneys by Pryme. Pryme now with Tibbs...tosses him over the top rope and Tibbs is right here in front of us.

L: Well, it aint science. But I dont think we are going to see science. I think we are going to see a stright up nasty fight.

D: You might be right Larry. Pryme has come out and the referee has already lost control. Pryme with Tibbs...smashes his face right into our announce table. Pryme with a right hand and a thumb to the eye by Tibbs. Pryme is slowed. Tibbs charges...backbody drop by Pryme!!! Tibbs hits the concrete hard. They better watch the referee's count. We already had one countout tonight.

L: Pryme rolls in the ring.

D: And back out. He stops the count and now he is coming over towards us. Oh no!!

L: Pryme is removing the monitors and clearing the table. I think there is going to be a table spot.

D: We might want to clear out here. Pryme is going over to Tibbs...LOW BLOW!!!! Tibbs nails the low blow and Pryme folds like an accordian.

L: Now Tibbs rolls in to break the count.

D: Tibbs back out and he has Pryme...tosses him back in the ring. Tibbs is going to the top rope now?!

L: What the hell is he doing?! Pryme is getting to his feet now.

D: Pryme using the ropes to get up...TIBBS OFF THE TOP...Double Axe Handle! Tibbs goes to make the cover...




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D: Kickout by Pryme.

L: This one is far from over.

D: Tibbs with Pryme now...a stiff right to head and another and another. Tibbs is firing off punches and the ref is getting on him. Tibbs with Pryme...Short Arm Clothesline. Pryme is down hard. Tibbs off the ropes...knee to head and another cover...




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D: Shoulder comes up again.

L: Pryme is weakening. Only the shoulder this time.

D: Pryme was dominating early on, but the physical conditioning of Tibbs overpowering Pryme now. I think Tibbs wants it a little more, not take anything away from Pryme, but Tibbs is a wrecking ball.

L: Well...I don't usually say this, but I agree. Tibbs is a Hoss!!!

D: That could change here if Pryme can mount a comeback. Tibbs has Pryme...Irish whip to the near side...SPINEBUSTER!!! He might have him, right here.

L: Helluva' move!

D: But Tibbs doesn't make a cover. No. He's flexing?! Showing off to the crowd, posing. Big mistake. You cant do this with an unorthodox wrestler like Prym. I dont like this.

L: Who gives a rats ass about what you like?!

D: Tibbs now with Pryme...right hand to the bread basket by Pryme! Here he comes, and another shot..Rake of the eyes by Tibbs. Tibbs now has Pryme and lifts him up and puts him on the top rope. Tibbs having words with members of the crowd...he climbs up now...PRYME LOWBLOW!!!

L: Cheat to win...Do what ya' gotta' do to win!

D: The referee is admonishing Pryme as Tibbs tumbles from the top. Pryme leaps...Guillotine Leg Drop . Both men are down.

L: I cant take this, Davey-boy. These guys need to get back outside of the ring and start spilling some blood.

D: Well, the match isn't over yet. Both men need to win this one. Pryme is getting up first and now Tibbs. Tibbs kick to the gut. And another. Tibbs going to the DDT...backbody drop by Pryme! No quit in him tonight. Everytime you think Tibbs has him, Pryme comes right back. Tibbs back up...charges...Pryme side steps him...Tibbs turns...PRYMETYME SUPERKICK!!!

L: And Pryme has some kick to his step now...Literally!

D: A second wind perhaps. Pryme with the cover...




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D: KICKOUT! Tibbs is somehow still alive!

L: Tibbs kicked out because he's a HOSS!

D: Pryme can't believe it and is in the refs face now pleading for a three count. Tibbs slowly getting to his feet and Pryme sees him. Tibbs finally on his feet, although he's pretty out of it right now. Pryme with a kick to the gut and a side headlock...Tibbs picks him up!

L: Back body drop on the way!

D: ...NO! Tibbs just tossed Pryme out of the ring!!! He just landed back first onto the floor!

L: Do whatever it takes to win!

D: I know I know...Tibbs falls to the mat still trying to regain his composure while Pryme is in some serious pain on the floor right now. Tibbs now climbs out and picks Pryme up...Bearhug! Tibbs really wrenching it in now!

L: I'm all for torturing a man while he's down, but doing it outside won't get the win.

D: Very true. Tibbs realizes the ref's count is at 8 and tosses Pryme back into the ring. Tibbs now climbs in and Pryme is still in a considerable amount of pain. Tibbs with Pryme...scoops him up...Coming Of Age!

L: Those three consecutive back breakers can really put some discs out of place.

D: Pryme really hurting now and Tibbs is not stopping. He picks Pryme up...Irish whip...Backbody drop and Pryme hits his lower back hard. Tibbs feeling it now...drops the knee to the lower back of Pryme. Tibbs picks Pryme up...SMALL PACKAGE!!!




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L: KICKOUT!

D: Both men up quickly...Pryme turns...

L: REALITY CHECK!!!

D: Pryme just got leveled! Tibbs with the cover...




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SB: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner by pinfall..."THE MAN" RON TIBBS!!!

D: Great match by both men, but the raw power of Ron Tibbs was just too much for Pryme.

L: I told you Tibbs was a Hoss! When you're 275lbs of power and aggression, you can't be beat by some small package roll up! Pryme deserved to get leveled like he did.

D: While I disagree with you on most things, I can't argue with that logic.

L: I know you can't because you're too much of a wimp to argue with me.

D: <Sighs> There's no point in addressing that right now. I've just been given word that President Steven Lynch is on his way back out to the ring with an announcement regarding Holiday Havoc!!!

<"Wings of A Butterfly" by HIM plays and President Steven Lynch walks down to the ring with a microphone in one hand and a manilla envelope in the other. He climbs in to the ring, motions for the music to cut and waits for the crowd to quiet down.>

SL: I hope everyone is enjoying Thunder tonight.

<Crowd Pops>

SL: Well I'm glad to hear it. I'm going to cut right to the chase. I know all you Valor fans have been waiting to see who is going to be participating in the 5 Man North American Title #1 Contenders Gauntlet at Holiday Havoc.

<Crowd Pops>

SL: In this envelope, I have the names of the first two participants in that very match. They were chosen completely at random, and this will be the first time that I've seen who they are.

<Crowd Pops>

SL: So without further ado...The first two participants in the Gauntlet are..."The Man" Ron Tibbs...

<Crowd Pop>

SL: ...And Pryme!!!

<Crowd Pops>

SL: Talk about coincidence! Well, I wish both men the best of luck, and I hope all of you enjoy the main event. Thank you.

<The crowd pops again as the Valor President walks out of the ring and to the back.>

D: Coincidence is right! We just saw Tibbs and Pryme in a great match on Thunder...Just imagine those two at a Pay Per View for a title shot!

L: I love it! They just put on a brawl fest, and I can't wait to see them in a gauntlet match in 3 weeks!

D: Me neither partner! We'll be talking more about the gauntlet and other matches in teh coming weeks, but right now we have a huge main event!

L: Yeah whatever. I love the heat between Pohatu and Dinero, but I can't stand the wrestling. I want to see a fight plain and simple.

D: You never know what may come of the match Larry. Steve Bond is already in the ring for the introductions.

[Bailey]

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Boone, Iowa. He stands 6'0" and weighs 215lbs...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.>

SB: And his opponent. From Fort Knox, Tennesesee. He stands 6'0" and weighs 220lbs..."THE MONEY MAN" WILL DINERO!!!

<"Silver and Cold" by AFI starts and the lights go down low. A trail of green dollar bill signs lead from the entrance way to the ring. Two pyros blast gold confetti in the air and "The Money Man" jogs out with a smile on his face. He slowly walks all the way to thering, hops on the turnbuckle tight rope walks top the middle of the toprope, turns towards crowd and does a tucked back flip to the middle ofthe ring. He stands there with his right arm raised, still smiling.>

D: These two men have very similar build; they matchup really well. Dinero being more technically sound and Pohatu better in the air.

L: Remind me to figure out when I started caring about technical skills and arial feats. All I care about is pain, hate, and destruction.

D: The ref has called for the bell and we are underway. Both men step to the center of the ring and stand face to face. Pohatu reaches out to shake Dinero's hand, but The Money Man smacks his hand away.

L: Dinero said he was tired of Pohatu, and it's about time he got serious with this kid.

D: Pohatu shrugs it off. Lockup center of the ring and Dinero with a standing switch into a waist lock. Pohatu looking for the counter...dropping his body weight and reaching for the left leg. He has Dinero in an ankle lock and Dinero quickly makes itto the ropes and breaks the hold.

L: The ropes need to be replaced with barbed wire or something to keep people from using it as a crutch. Be a man and break the hold yourself!!!

D: Another lockup and Pohatu with the sideheadlock. Dinero looking for the counter. Dinero lifts Pohatu up...Pohatu springs off the top rope and holds onto the sideheadlock.

L: Dinero not looking too sharp here...Besides, I thought Pohatu said this was going to be a fight? Where the hell are the punches?! What the hell is up with all this wrestling?!

D: I guess Pohatu decided to tak a page out of Dinero's playbook by staying on the ground and keeping a cooler head. Dinero back to a vertical base and shoots Pohatu off...down goes Dinero and Pohatu off the far side...Dinero up and a leap frog...Pohatu off the near side...beautiful hip toss by Dinero! Pohatu up quickly...charges...Dinero with a Japanese arm drag! Pohatu back up againg...and another Japanese arm drag! Dinero drops the leg and synches in a side head scissors.

L: UGH! More wrestling! I haven't seen a single punch tonight!

D: Pohatu squeezes out and gets back up...Dinero up and charges...Pohatu with a roundhouse kick...caught by Dinero! Dinero now with an ankle lock and Pohatu scurries to the ropes and he breaks the hold. You can't outwrestle Dinero. If Pohatu wants to win this, he needs to get to the sky.

L: Screw that, he needs to just punch his face in and kick him in that basketball he calls a head!

D: Both men lockup again...hammerlock by Pohatu...Dinero searching for an escape...snap mare...Pohatu lands on his feet! Pohatu off the ropes...dropkick to the face of Dinero! The pace quickens now. Pohatu with Dinero's leg and forces him to stand up...Dinero hopping on one foot...Dragon Screw Leg Whip! Pohatu quickly into a figure 4...INSIDE CRADLE!!!




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L: Kickout by Pohatu!

K: Timely escape by Pohatu. Both men up and Pohatu with a discus clothesline!!! Pohatu not happy about the near fall there. He was almost pinned.

L: FINALLY A PUNCH!!!

D: Pohatu now with Dinero...snap suplex. Pohatu going up top...PHOENIX SPLASH!!! Pohatu with the cover...




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L: Shoulder comes up in the nick of time. Close count.

D: Dinero back up and Pohatu with a step enzigur...CAUGHT BY DINERO!!! Dinero with the Dragon Screw Leg Whip of his own!!! Pohatu up though and Dinero catches him with a dropkick. Pohatu down and Dinero bounces off the ropes...measuring up...Falling Fist Drop! Dinero with Pohatu now...Double Underhook Back Breaker! He makes the cover...




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L: Now Pohatu's shoulder comes up. Another close count. I need to see some blood here and not all of this wrestling crap! COME ON!!!

D: Dinero grabs Pohatu...brainbuster and Dinero now signaling for the Three Social Classes. Dinero up and Pohatu rolls out of the way! Dinero with a belly flop but is on one knee. Pohatu...SHINING WIZARD!!! Down goes Dinero! Pohatu now with a Standing Senton and a cover...




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L: Shoulder slides up again! DAMMNIT! I want this match to hurry up and end!

D: You're nuts! The falls are getting closer and closer while this match keeps getting better and better!

L: Who asked for your opinion, fence straddler?!

D: Whatever...Pohatu springs to the top rope...but Dinero leaps up! SUPER TIGER BOMB!!! Dinero caught Pohatu napping! Pohatu is up slowly and Dinero with the kick to the gut...STOCK MARKET DR...COUNTERED!!! Pohatu with the arm twist and into an INVERTED DDT!!! The quick cover...




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D: Dinero using his strength and bridges out...rotates...He's got Pohatu in the Tombstone Pile Driver position! Pohatu fighting it...REVERSED! Dinero now fighting...REVERSED BY DINERO! The Money Man just slid straight down and escaped! Pohatu charges quickly with the clothesline...Dinero ducks and bounces off the opposite ropes...Pohatu leap frogs and now bounces off of the ropes...DOUBLE CROSSBODY!!! Both men are down!

L: What a collision! Maybe this match isn't so bad.

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L: Both men up at 7!

D: Dinero attempts a right hand...Caught by Pohatu...kick to the gut...Fisherman Suplex! The pin...




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L: Dinero escapes!!! WOW!!! What a match!!! I mean...Throw a damn punch!!!

D: The crowd comes to their feet. Dinero up and charges with a clothesline...ducked by Pohatu. DISCUS CLOTHES...COUNTERED! Dinero with a Fireman's Carry...Pohatu on his shoulders...DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!!


L: HOLY SHI...

D: Pohatu pops right back up!!! Dinero turns...kick to the gut by Pohatu...STOCK MARKET DROP?!?!?! Pohatu with the cover...




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L: THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE!!!

D: NO!!! FOOT!!! DINERO's FOOT IS ON THE ROPE!!! Pohatu tried to beat Dinero with his own move! Talk about embarassing!

L: The only thing embarassing tonight has been the excessive use of rope breaks!

D: Pohatu can't believe it, neither can the fans! Pohatu with Dinero...Powerbomb! Pohatu now signaling for the end here. He hops to the top ropes...Dinero quickly gets up and falls onto the ropes! Pohatu just stradled on the turnbuckle now!

L: Yep...that's gonna' need some ice tonight.

D: Dinero climbs to the top ropes with Pohatu...hooks the arm...SUPERPLEX!!! Dinero rolls into the cover...




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L: THAT'S IT! I think...

D: That is it! Dinero wins a very very close match here tonight! Pohatu took him to the limit again, but this time The Money Man pulls out the win!

<In Ring>

SB: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner by pinfall..."THE MONEY MAN" WILL DINERO!!!

L: It's about damn time this match was over. I was getting really anxious to see some blood here in this feud, but I got nothing! That's why I don't like Jr. Heavyweights Davey-Boy.

D: Well I love them, and these two may meet again in the future! I just hope we're around to call the match. Well everyone, that's going to do it for Thursday Night Thunder! I'm David Black, for my partner Larry Legend...GOOD NIGHT!!!

<Fade Out.>

[Valor CEO]

Gotta love the results, every match was to the pin point of the end of the match. had me edging to the end of my seat. Great job to the rookie loverboy and martin paine, goo job to ron tibbs on an impressive come back, great job to havok to pull off a huge win over an upcoming star of valor...Mayhem, and a big congrats to dinero on a stunning main event. thanks everyone for leaving notice or rping, we really appreciate it. great job bailey on the results.

Immune

[The eXtremist]

Lovely as always Bailey.

[pohatu]

Soooo close. Man! Great results, as always. I'll get you next time, Dinero!

[peavey]

Yes!I lost to Havok,thank god now i can cut the promo i had the idea for.WOOO!