Post by Bailey on Oct 15, 2005 8:34:41 GMT -5
Thursday October 13, 2005
Bell Time: 9pm EST
From The Bryce Jordan Center in University Park, PA.
Bell Time: 9pm EST
From The Bryce Jordan Center in University Park, PA.
<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 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 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.>
DB: Welcome to Thursday Night Thunder! I'm David Black, and with me as always is my tag team partner, Larry Legend!
LL: Thanks Davey-Boy! Glad to be here tonight.
DB: As am I. We're coming at you live from The Bryce Jordan Center in University Park, PA. That's right, home of the Penn State Nittany Lions!
LL: Did you know that Penn State's football team is now a top ten team again? How the hell did that happen?! They were at the bottom of the Big Ten for the last few years.
DB: Well, I don't know how that happened, but in many ways Valor was the same way. People didn't give us much of a chance when we were struggling, but look at us now!
LL: Yeah, just like the Jeffersons, we're moving on up!
DB: You can say that again partner!
LL: Okay, if you insist. Just like the Jeffer...
DB: Nevermind, let's get ready for our first match of the night.
LL: Yessir! Two top tier Jr. Heavyweights make their Valor debut tonight against eachother. Should be good stuff Davey-Boy!
DB: No more waiting; Steve Bond is already in the ring.
[In ring]
SB: Ladies and gentlemen the first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. First, hailing from Boone, IA and weighing 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 cocky, 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 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 turnbuckls briefly before walking out into the center of the ring, raising one arm up into the air.>>
LL: Wow...flashy entrance for a new guy.
SB: His opponent, hailing from New York, NY, and weighing in at 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 top 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. Young is now in front of the ring 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 turnbuckles and stands on the second rope and raises his fists in the air, playing with the crowd. He hops down from one then trots to the one across from it.>>
***Double Debut***
<<Both men waste no time locking up. Pohatu hits Young with a side headlock takeover and locks in the hold. Young quickly slips out, hits Pohatu with a forearm shiver, and irish whips him to the far corner. Pohatu springs to the top turnbuckle, backflips over the charging Young, and then hits a dropkick. Pohatu picks YOung up, whips him to the ropes, and nails a hurricanranna. Pohatu quickly gets up, bounces of the near ropes, and hits a corkscrew legdrop. Pin attempt...2 count. Pohatu picks Young up again, but is met with a series of right hands that daze him. Young bounces off the far ropes, ducks a discus clothesline, bounces off of ropes again, and hits a Toredor that carries Pohatu out of the ring. Young runs forward and hits a Tope Con Hilo on to Pohatu. The ref starts the 10 count and gets to 8 before both men climb back into the ring. Young maintains the momentum with a few forearm shivers, then an irish whip, and goes for a hurricanrana, but Pohatu counters with a powerbomb. Pin attempt...2 count. Pohatu picks Young up, whips him to the far corner,and hits a monkeyflip tossing Young to the other side of the ring. Pohatu goes to the near corner and hits a tucked moonsault. Pin attempt...2 count. Frustrated, Pohatu kicks Young a few times and picks him up. Pohatu whips Young to the ropes, and its a flapjack but doesn't let go of the leg, and rolls into a one legged boston crab. Young crawls to the ropes and Pohatu releases the hold. Pohatu pulls Young up, but is met with a thumb to the eye and then a desperation DDT. Young gets up and hits a standing shooting star press for the pin...2 count. Young tries to pick Pohatu up, but is surprised by a jaw breaker. Pohatu signals for the end and climbs the top turnbuckle. He signals to the crowd again and goes for Lightning Never Strikes Twice, a shooting star headbutt...MISS. Young rolls out of the way and Pohatu lands face first. Young staggers to his feet and picks up a limp Pohatu. He bodyslams him and climbs the top rope. Young signals for the end but Pohatu gets up and tries to hit a superplex. Young blocks, hits Pohatu with a few rib shots, and pushes him down. Pohatu falls from the top ropes, Young signals, and hits The Hotshot 450. Pin...1, 2, 3.>>
SB: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match by pinfall..."The Hotshot" Ryan Young!!!
LL: Damn Davey-Boy! Helluva' match! Those two know how to put on a show!
DB: I concur!
LL: Huh?
DB: I concur...You do know what that means...genius?
LL: Uhhh...Yeeeeaaaah! Of course I do!
DB: Enlighten me Larry.
LL: Love to, but we have to get back to the ring!
DB: Good save.
[In Ring]
SB: The next match is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. First, 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.>>
LL: Havok is pumped this week's match due to the actions of Juba last week.
DB: Here's a video showing what happened to set up this match...
[Replay from last week's Thunder]
<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.>
[End of video]
LL: Hilarious.
DB: Well, Juba thought so too. He may be singing a different tune tonight.
LL: Speaking of Juba...Here he comes! Get out of the ring Bond!
[In ring]
<<Smoke apears. once the smoke clears Juba just stand there looking into the ring. he then runs into the ring and begins to fight.>>
***Grudge Match***
<<Juba fires off a series of lefts and rights on Havok's jaw. Juba pushes Havok against the ropes and drives his knee into Havok's stomach. Juba performs an irish whip and takes Havok down with a viscious shoulder tackle. Jub bounces off the near ropes, drops a big elbow drop ala Jimmy Valentine, and goes for the early pin...1 count. Juba nails Havok with a few punches, picks him up, and bodyslams him back down. Juba hits a falling fist drop and covers again...1 count. Juba picks Havok back up, whips him to the far ropes, goes for a big clothesline, but Havok ducks under, Juba spins around and Havok catches him with a hurricanrana. Havok tees off on Juba with a few straight right hands. Havok picks Juba up, whips him to the far ropes, and hits a dropkick. Havok then hits a standing senton bomb and goes for the pin...2 count. Havok picks Juba up, hits a few forearm shivers, and pushes Juba into the corner. Havok climbs up and goes for the 10 count punch, but only gets to 7 before Juba counters with a Manhattan Drop, then a clothesline. Juba picks up Havok, whips him to the ropes, and connects with a powerslam and pin combo...2 count. Juba picks Havok up and whips him to the ropes again, but Havok counters with a flying head scissors. Juba gets up and leans on the ropes for support, but Havok hits another flying crossbody that takes both men out of the ring. While the ref begins the 10 count, Havok attempts to whip Juba into the steel rails, but Juba counters by whipping Havok into the ring post. Juba breaks the count by rolling in and out of the ring. He punches Havok a few times and walks away. Juba then charges at Havok and goes for a clothesline, but Havok rolls into the ring and Juba's arm hits the ringpost. As Juba tries to recover from the pain, Havok lines up, bounces off the far ropes, and dives out of the ring with a Tope Suicida. Havok throws Juba back into the ring and attempts to pick him up from the mat, but Juba gets in a low blow that the ref misses. Juba grabs the stunned Havok and hooks up, setting up for the stalling suplex salm. Juba gets Havok up, but Havok counters into a sunset flip...1, 2, 3.>>
SB: The winner by pinfall...HAVOK!
DB: Retribution Larry! Havok stuns Juba! He gets a victory over one of the many demons that tormented him as a youth!
LL: I concur!
DB: So you do know what it mea...Hey! Is that a dictionary?!
LL: Ummm...uhhh...Hey Look! It's Johnny Arsenic!
DB: Nice try bu...Hey...it is Arsenic!
<<Arsenic slides into the ring and hits Havok from behind. He begins to stomp away at Havok and Juba joins in. Arsenic now tells Juba something and then goes back to stomping away on Havok. Juba climbs out of the ring and grabs the Spanish announce table. He slides it into the ring, grabs a chair, and climbs in. Arsenic picks Havok up, knees him, and irish whips him towards the waiting Juba. Havok ducks under the swinging chair from Juba, stops, and nails Juba with a superkick that smashes the chair into Juba's face. Arsenic turns around, charges, but gets caught with a drop toehold into the chair. Havok grabs the chair, pick up Arsenic, and Hank Aarons Arsenic's face with the chair. Havok sets the table up and rolls Arsenic on top of it. He then climbs the top ropes with the chair, plays to the crowd, and hits an Arabian Face Buster on to Johnny Arsenic , through the table. While Havok gathers himself, Juba is already up and hits him in the back with another chair; Havok collapses. Juba picks Havok up, grabs the second chair with his free hand, and prepares to deliver a one man con-chair-to. Suddenly, an unknown woman jumps the guardrail from the seats, and begins to plead to Juba for mercy on Havok. Juba hesitates, and then gets caught with a lowblow from the mysterious woman. As Juba writhes in pain, the woman helps Havok up, and walks him to the back.>>
DB: OH MY GAWD!!! THE CARNAGE!!!
LL: Okay Joey Styles.
DB: Sorry, but Havok cleaned house, had his clocked cleaned, and then got saved by some fan!
LL: Who the hell was she?
DB: I don't know, but I'm damn sure we'll find out soon enough.
LL: Look at the two bodies in the ring. Juba can never have kids, and Arsenic has to be broken in half! Why are the refs even trying to clean up that mess?
DB: They're trying to clean it up for the Main Event.
LL: Oh yeah! That's going to be a good one!
DB: I'll say! Two sides of the coin fans! Voodoo is miserable and can only be satisfied with the torment of others. Dinero is loving life and enjoys every minute he spends in the ring.
LL: Who do ya' think will win Davey-Boy? My money is on...Money!
DB: Honestly, I don't know. I just want to see a good competitive match. Steve Bond is back in the ring..Go Steve!
[In Ring]
SB: Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight' Main Event is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit. First, Hailing from San Jose, CA and weighing in at 220lbs...VOODOO!!!
<<The lights go out and purple fog covers the entrance way, the music hits and at the up beat point of the song pyros crash in the center of the entryway (bubba boys) then Voodoo makes his way out throwing his hands in the air as the fans boo, and then he throws his hands down in disappointment/ Makes his way to the ring and does a frontflip over the top rope, and then walks over to the turnbuckle and looks around at the crowd pointing out certain people and then flips them off.>>
LL: Miserable as usual.
DB: Yep.
SB: His opponent, hailing from Fort Knox, TN and weighing in at 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 entranceway 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 the ring, hops on the turnbuckle tightrope walks top the middle of the top rope, turns towards crowd and does a tucked backflip to the middle of the ring. He stands there with his right arm raised, still smiling.>>
LL: He looks like a million bucks!
DB: He sure does. As matter of fact, I'd say he looks like a Billion bucks!
LL: That sucked Davey-Boy. Leave the comments to me from now on.
***Main Event***
<<Voodoo wants to tie up with Dinero and Dinero just smirks. Dinero walks over and locks hands with Voodoo and catches knee in the gut. Dinero doubles over in pain, but instead of Voodoo taking the offensive, he just points and laughs that he tricked him. Dinero stands straight up and nods a few times…then punches Voodoo right in the face. Dinero delivers another blow and shoves him into the turnbuckle. He goes to punch him again but Voodoo ducks down and rolls behind. Dinero turns around and catches Voodoo’s foot as he goes for a superkick. Dinero shoves the foot to the side and Voodoo goes for a rebound spinning-on-his-heel kick but Dinero ducks under that and kicks out Voodoo’s leg right from under him, sending him to his knees. Dinero then kicks Voodoo in the shoulder and then goes for a Yakuza kick to Voodoo’s face, but Voodoo bends all the way back then gets to his feet swiftly. Voodoo kicks Dinero in the gut and hooks his head for a DDT. Dinero holds on and lifts Voodoo into the air as if going for a northern lights suplex, but then Voodoo swings his weight and hits a thunderous Tornado DDT to Dinero. Voodoo is up to his feet in a jiffy and Dinero gets up to his feet shaking his head and trying to recompose himself. Voodoo charges and goes for a clothesline but Dinero ducks right under and Voodoo springboards off the ropes for a springboard moonsault, but Dinero catches him and gets him into a piledriver position. Dinero gets himself set to drop Voodoo but then Voodoo’s ankle smack into the sides of Dineros face. He then wraps up and hits an inverted hurricarana sending Dinero on his back. Dinero stumbles up to his feet and gets up against the turnbuckle as Voodoo charges. Dinero wakes and back elbows Voodoo as soon as he gets there. Dinero then goes for a clothesline but Voodoo ducks down. Dinero turns around and kicks Voodoo in the gut then hits an Glimmering Warlock. Voodoo stands straight up for few seconds then finally falls to the ground. Voodoo tries to push himself up and Dinero steps onto Voodoo's back and looks to the crowd. Dinero then stomps on the back of Voodoo’s head and finally jumps off his back. Dinero grabs Voodoo and pulls him up. He locks him up and lifts him up into a full nelson and hits a snap dragon suplex. Voodoo holds his head in pain as Dinero gets to his feet and holds his arms in the air. Voodoo tries pulling himself up using Dinero’s legs and Dinero picks him up then dusts Voodoo off. Dinero hits a forearm across the face. He pushes Voodoo against the ropes, but Voodoo counters and throws Dinero instead. Dinero hits the ropes and flies off with a flying forearm smash. Dinero nips up and Voodoo is stumbling to his feet. Dinero climbs through the ropes then jumps up and springboards off the top. He attempts a springboard hurricanrana as Voodoo gets up, but Voodoo counters by hitting a sitdown powerbomb on Dinero. Dinero gets to his hands and knees as Voodoo stumbles around, still trying to regain composure. He then charges Dinero but gets caught with a drop toe hold knocking into the mat. Dinero gets up and hits a leg drop to the back of Voodoo's head. He then picks Voodoo up and preps him for the Stock Market Drop, but Voodoo counters and pushes Dinero down. Dinero sits up, but is immediately caught with a drop kick to the face. Voodoo picks up Dinero and walks him towards the corner. Voodoo attempts a back suplex, but Dinero rolls over and locks in The Depression. Voodoo tries to fight out, but Dinero has it locked on tight. Voodoo's eyes start to close and the ref grabs Voodoo's hand. He lifts it in the air...drops. The ref grabs Voodoo's hand again and lifts it in the air...drops. The ref lifts Voodoo's hand again...stays up. Voodoo, still locked in the hold, runs towards the turnbuckle in an attempt to break the hold, but Dinero locks it in even tighter. After a few moments, Voodoo's body goes completely limp, and the ref calls for the bell.>>
SB: Ladies and Gentlemen! The winner by submission..."The Money Man" Will Dinero!!!
LL: Whooo! Never bet against Money Davey-Boy!
DB: I didn't, but I wasn't disappointed...That was a great match!
LL: Hold up! It's not over yet...Voodoo is back on his feet!
<<Voodoo gets up with a crazed look on his face. He looks left and right at the crowd, then at the celebrating Dinero. Voodoo charges and hits Dinero in the back with a running knee. Voodoo picks Dinero up, hits a quick Brainbuster, then follows up with a Sinner's Rebellion 450 splash. Voodoo climbs the ropes again and hits another. As Dinero clutches his midsection in pain, Voodoo climbs the turnbuckle again for another. Suddenly, "Lightning Quick" Shane Quickenbosh darts from the back.>>
DB: It's Quickenbosh!!!
LL: What's he doing here?! He wasn't even scheduled...Hell, he supposed to be in California now!
<<Voodoo sees Quickenbosh and quickly leaves the ring as Shane slides in. Voodoo circles around he outside just pointing and talking smack, while Shane attends to the fallen Dinero.>>
LL: Quickenbosh saved Dinero? Go figure!
DB: That's because he's a true class act! ladies and gentlemen, we're out of time! Thanks again for tuning into Thursday Night Thunder! For Larry Legend, I'm David Black! Goodnight!
[Fade Out]
. Once again, I apologize for that, hope you enjoy. Any feedback is appreciated as usual.
