Double Elimination Gold Rush Tournament 2nd Seed Match Platinum Peter Vincent v. El Technico IV
Double Elimination Gold Rush Tournament 3rd Seed Match Grundy v. Riesgo
Double Elimination Gold Rush Tournament 4th Seed Match Candee Thrasher v. Lucas Thrope
Jeremy Cleetus’s First Match EVER Jeremy Cleetus v. Unknown
Double Elimination Gold Rush Tournament Losers 1st Seed Match Brad Lockwood v. the loser of the 2nd Seed Match (Platinum Peter Vincent or El Technico IV)
Double Elimination Gold Rush Tournament Losers 2nd Seed Match Miles Infinity v. the loser of the 3rd Seed Match (Grundy v. Riesgo)
Double Elimination Gold Rush Tournament 1st Seed Match Truman v. K3yla
Jackpot ep. 2 will air September 18th, 2015, at 8pm EST-ish.
Post by jeremycleetus on Sept 13, 2015 2:21:14 GMT -5
A group of men stand in a semicircle in a primarily white room. The camera is only catching the men from the waist down, jeans mostly, with some wires dangling down their sides. Behind them is a red couch with a desk next to it, complete with a lamp you'd find in your middle of the road hotel rooms. A few more pairs of jeans wander into the shot, some of them kneeling down to fix the desk and straighten the cushion on the couch.
"This right?" "Yeah, he said he wanted it to look like a 'normal house vibe,' kind of thing." "We could have just done this in the hallway. Nobody is even going to know we're at the performance center."
An excited boom can be heard as an echo through the hallway behind the camera. The pairs of jeans position themselves toward the figure behind the tripod.
"Is this the room?!" "Yes, we sat it up just like you asked." "It's perfect! You guys did a wonderful job!" "Alright, cool, so let's get this underway, we were thinking of having the ceiling lights off and the lamp on, to mess with the shading, it'll make you look even bi-"
The camera jostles a bit as an enormous pair of overalls excitedly hobbles to the couch, but not first without turning to make sure the camera doesn't topple over. He sits on the couch, finally getting his whole figure into frame. He smiles delightedly as he looks around the room. He pulls out a cigar.
"Woah, hey, we probably shouldn't be smoking in here. It's a little tight and it may interfere with the shot." "Oh, no, I wasn't gonna smoke it. I was just gonna hold it between my teeth. Makes me look like a mean son of a bitch, doesn't it?"
He clamps an unlit, uncut cigar between his teeth. It takes a bit of positioning to make sure it didn't fall to the floor, because of the constant smile. He places his arm up on the couch as if the love of his life was right next to him.
"Okay, so, Mr.Cleetus," "Naw naw, Mr.Cleetus was my father. Still is at that. Call me Jeremy. Oh! Jeremy 'The Pain Conductor' Cleetus." "Sorry, Jeremy 'The Pain Conductor' Cleetus, what I was going to ask was. How do you feel about Ohmega?" "He's great! I'm so grateful for Ohmega! For many reasons. Most of all for not throwing my big black ass in jail, AugHahaAhHaHaHahaHA! Oh man. But no, really, that's a bold move. Had that been at my job and I done something like that they'd torn me down for sure." "So how do you feel about your upcoming match?" "I've seen some big folks around here! God knows I wouldn't wanna be in the ring with that Troll or Grundy, mostly cause I don't want them making me look like a Tonka Truck in comparison, AugHahAhahAHA! I feel like anyone one of these folks could probably give me a handful. I've battled some fellas before. But once I got a hold of 'em we just stopped at the nearest station and let the law take 'em in. Looks like I don't get that advantage this time, AugHahAhahHaHA! I'm excited though, Full Steam Ahead! That's some train humor." "Of course it is. It's nice that you're excited though! So how do you feel about being signed to 777?" "It's a little weird. I mean, how'd you get to be where you are? Interviewing superstars and calling the shots for a crew. I know you didn't get that overnight. That's hard work. That's how I got my job as a conductor. But for this?...Hell, all I did was protect someone who seemed like they were hurting. And, I don't know, it just didn't seem fair when they were beating her up like that. I know it was. I knew it then too, it wasn't illegal or nothing. But I just got mad. I didn't wanna be. I never wanna be. My poppa always says, 'Mad Men and Milestones Never Mix,' and I live by that. Then they just passed a contract on me. Which, God Bless 'em and all, but I don't think I've earned much of anything so far. I don't have a lot of formal training. Security work every now and again, but how far is being big and being able to hold someone down gonna get you? Because it really shouldn't have gotten me this far. At least not this fast. I mean...They even gave me a signing bonus...Damn... I've made more money my first day here than some of the other guys on the roster. People actually fought out there and I've already got this money... "And what are you planning on doing with the bonus?"
Jeremy looks down to the floor for a minute. He takes the cigar out of his mouth and scratches his head with his free hand, distress in his eyes. He reaches into the front pocket of his overalls and pulls out a wad of cash. He flicks the cash against the tips of his large fingers, letting each bill in the cluster brush by. He finally stops fidgeting and looks up at the camera with his smile back in full force.
"I guess I'd keep doing what got me this job, wouldn't I?" "Well what's that, Jeremy?" "Seems like I've got a knack for trying to even things out. I am the Pain Conductor, after all. I conduct pain. I control it. I can give you less, or give you more. Trains don't move at only one speed!" "I'm not quite sure I follow."
Jeremy stands up from the couch leaving the shot staring at the lower half of his overalls, bills still in his hand, tapping them against his fingers. He lumbers behind the camera, as more pairs of jeans shuffle around to accommodate him. A duo of men grab desk and the lamp and haul it off to the side, and a trio come for the couch. As the camera gets bumped again, a large dark hand grabs it to keep it still, while also accidentally covering half the lens with his palm.
"That was a pretty good take, Jeremy. Anything else you need?" "Could you deliver all 500 of this to Jim Steed? I heard somebody made a mess of that boy. I'm here to clean up."
Jim Steed, back in the 777 Casino housing for the wrestlers, stands tall, his back to the camera, looking out over Las Vegas from his room's balcony.
"It has been a rough week. I got blasted from behind. I got a concussion and seven staples ... or was it eight? I had to sit back and watch other people have the shots I worked hard for and trained for. I had a little part of my dream slip away from me, because of someone else. I'm not even sure who. And then, I'm handed this."
The Iron Horse holds up a wad of cash. "I do not in any way deserve this. But it was donated to me by an incredibly nice fella, though naive. There is a lot of bad news going on right now for me. I'm not cleared to wrestle yet. I don't know when I will be able to. But here is a man who got an extraordinary opportunity, and he shares it with me. He is betting his bonus on me coming back, and evening the odds on whoever got me. So that is what I'm going to do for him."
Jim Steed yells out the window and up into the heavens: "I'm placing all of this money down on Jeremy Cleetus to win his first ever match! You hear me?!"
As Jim's voice reverberates in the night air of Las Vegas, from above a pleasant rumbling laugh answers back. Jim turns in and smiles at the camera. "Jeremy's room is right above mine. I didn't mean to be flowery with my speech. I mean that I literally could see that nice man up on the balcony above me, looking down and waving and smiling. You know, be all kindly."
Post by candeethrasher on Sept 13, 2015 11:18:25 GMT -5
"You gotta watch your back." Candee sits on a dark chair, filing her nails. Carla sits in the background, barely seen, her body hunched over a notebook, writing. As her sister speaks, you can hear the faint rustle of pencil on paper, the swoosh of pages turning. Candee finishes her nail, smirks at the camera. "That's the first thing you learn, before you learn how to walk. You learn to watch your fucking back. If you're lucky, like Carla, you got somebody to watch your back from the beginning. But everybody ain't as lucky as Carla. You're born into a world that's out to get you. You grow up to look out for yourself. You trust somebody and they might turn on you one day. Nobody is faithful, nobody loves you more than you love you. You watch your fucking back." She pauses, shakes her hair off her shoulders and leans in. "These are the rules. There are always rules, even in chaos, there are always rules. Respect. Look out for your crew. Do what you gotta do to win. Watch your back. You can't break these goddamn rules. Some assholes wanna break 'em, say they ain't important. You break the rules, you lose something. Sometimes it's something small, like losing a toe. Sometimes it's something big, like losing respect. You break these rules, you ain't gonna come back." Carla stopped writing. The room is quiet except for a slight buzzing from a fly, circling around Candee as she speaks. "Jim Steed didn't follow the rules. He didn't watch his back." She smiles, leans back. "I'ma take down all you assholes. One by one, in the ring and out of the ring. You don't believe me? Go to his room, take one look at horse-man and you'll know that I ain't playin'. Kayla, you might be on top for now, but it's gonna go down soon. I'ma say that again, but a little slower and shorter so your dumb ass can understand: I'ma make you my bitch." The fly continues to buzz. "Lucas. You're next, hombre. I'll see you Friday." In one swift movement she thrusts out her palm, squashing the fly in her fist. "That is, if you make it to Friday."
Last Edit: Sept 13, 2015 11:48:48 GMT -5 by candeethrasher
Post by dream2i49 on Sept 13, 2015 14:33:10 GMT -5
Over the Jackpot Logo we hear a voiceover:
Our own Christina Lam caught up with Kayla backstage shortly after her amazing Battle Royal win. Let's hear what she had to say.
We now see Christina Lam standing, mic in hand, in front of a 777 logo in what appears to be a backstage area.
Well folks, we have made it halfway through our first dynamic episode of Jackpot and it has been even more exciting and shocking than anticipated. I'm in the perfect spot to talk to each of our talent as they leave the arena and I'm going to try to catch - Yes! There she is!
Camera turns to show K3yla coming down a descending hallway, apparently from the arena. There are a few other people visible in the area, a wrestler or two, the sound guy, a janitor. K3yla is reeling a little but with a huge grin on her face.
Kayla! Can we get a word, please! What are you feeling right now after this, your first hard-fought win in 777 Championship Wrestling?
Christina has guided K3yla to stand right in front of the logo with her and the camera settles on the shot.
Christina Lam, I feel like I did what I came hear to do and that people in the 777 universe have had their chance to see what the KLovers have seen for years now. I know what I'm doing in that ring and no matter what anyone else says or does, I will keep fighting, I won't give up. I mean, you've gotta understand-
She turns from Christina and looks directly into the camera
I'm a wrestler guys! That's just what I am. I'm a wrestler!!
She punches Christina in the shoulder, probably a little too hard, and heads off, still grinning.
Well, there you have it folks. Kayla has positioned herself as the person to beat. But, things have only just begun. We'll see where things go from here.
Post by Miles Infinity on Sept 13, 2015 22:14:39 GMT -5
Miles Infinity is sitting cross-legged in the center of the ring from Episode 1 of Jackpot--obviously having not changed out of his wrestling clothes, but added a rainbow head-dress piece to his clothing ensemble. Crew members are working around him: cleaning up the stands, wrapping up cords, sweeping, doing a number of things that would be far easier if Miles Infinity wasn't in the center of the ring, but yet, there he was--eyes shut, head down.
∞ Miles ∞ I don't want to talk about it, you guys... I mean, I really don't want to talk about it. Sometimes fate has plans for you that you'd call disrespectful, unfair, or just down-right mean-spirited. But it is just that: fate. And to not talk about it would be an injustice to the entire system I've put my faith into. There is a higher power out there that controls my destiny. Your destiny. K<3yla's destiny. Werewolf boy and Masky's destiny. We're all connected by one central fate and tonight it took a big, steamy, mystical, spiritual, oh Lordy, despicable, shit right on Miles Infinity.
Miles lets out a sigh and his head piece depressingly falls apart across his face. He doesn't bother moving it. His mouth is still free.
∞ Miles ∞ I sit before you as shit. Shit that has seen a brighter tomorrow. A, dare-I-say without sounding cliche, cleaner tomorrow. Baby, we're dookie free tomorrow. And I hate talking like that, but Miles Infinity knows that tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next day has to be better for him. My fate, for my mother, for my father, for all the lives that depend on someone CONNECTED to the OTHER SIDE, depends on my tomorrow being brighter.
I tasted the ground. I tapped out to the ground, but not once did I lay on my back and let someone hold me down on the ground. I never just went out for a 3-count, because Miles Infinity goes beyond any counting system you believe in. My mind is outside of time. I know this. I know what to expect. When I focus. And I am focused.
Miles Infinity stands up proudly, his head piece falling completely into a scarf and the ring crew working as his unapproved (and impatient) audience.
∞ Miles ∞ Next week I will face Grundy. He will lost to Riesgo. The universe I connect with assures that. Will I defeat him? That is on me and my ability to perform better than shit. But it will be Grundy and I must be fully prepared. Next time we speak I will be in your head, Grundy. I will know you better than you know yourself. We will connect.
"The worse thing you could've possibly done is make that man mad!"
Amy Atom leaned against his locker room door as we could hear the slamming and crashing of things. The camera pans closer, but immediately pulls back as Amy hisses at it.
"Big boss man is gonna lay a fuckin golden egg, crack it open, and throw a bill of MY table on how much THIS (nods at door) destruction is gonna cost us! Ridiculous. You don't treat a man like Truman like a novice. He's not some rookie you just throw over the top rope in some silly carnival ride match! This isn't the fucking fair! NO ONE WINS A TEDDY BEAR, K3YLA! These are REAL monsters you're dealing with in this company! And what happens when you piss off REAL monsters?"
Everything goes quiet behind her.
"Complete destruction... he warned you about your obsession with second chances and holding hands. Well, you gave them too many chances. Too many chances to anger a monster and they did exactly that. Is this what you wanted? You big CEO's in your suits and boats. You want to watch your roster drown in Truman's anger? Be prepared. You've set this all up perfectly. You saw what happened to Brad. Truman crushed him. Motionless. Defeat. I'll be surprised if you hear from him again. He'll drag his ass around this arena, but he'll never talk smack again. We killed that. And now your golden girl?"
Amy Atom is putting all her weight against the door, her arms and legs shaking in fear and her eyes beginning to swell up in tears. She tries to talk tough, to throw threats, but she is scared to death of what'll happen that door opens. She's quickly reaching a breaking point...
"You've thrown away your old face of the military. Now you'll throw away your girl. Truman will devour her. She belongs at 777 because she has gotten through on nothing, but luck. Truman does NOT belong here, but he is here because he must conquer all challenges put before him. He will conquer, he will take that belt, smeer it with his mark, and leave it burning in your trash... right next to the Golden girl and her pretty little smile."
:THUMP: Amy's voice breaks and the tears freely flow. Her spirit is broken. But she still turns to the camera, one last time.
"Enjoy that heart in your name for a few more days, K3yla... Truman is coming to eat."
The door swings open and the camera man scatters off, leaving the camera just at the feet of Truman.
"Truman... Truman... babe... where is your face? Go put your face on..."
"No." he slowly moves forward, "I want to wear Cleetus. I want his face when I crush K3yla..."
Post by lucasthrope on Sept 14, 2015 2:15:25 GMT -5
(Lucas is outside. Something in his hand is reflecting the street lights that surround him.)
"What'd I tell you? See. Darkest Day. I don't lie. You know that now, right? Supposed to see the future, right? Phase of the moon is all you need to check. Or I guess your neck, wouldn't you? Tapped to a choke. Didn't think I had that one outright. I thought the ropes would be my biggest enemy in that one. It sure wasn't Miles. Heard he sat in that ring, remembering. It's like I said. Everyone here is going to suffer the embarrassment, spending their days remembering who beat them. What beat them. You can't take all of me down. Infinity. Endless. Sure was over quick though? Heh."
...
"New phase. Old one died and a new one rises, right? You can see it eek out just a bit. Only a corner or so at this point, but it's going to become full. You won't be able to ignore it once it reaches that level. You can drive all night down these roads. Up and down. Stop in any of the bars. Clubs and shit, right? You can stop at all of those. But get a glimpse out of the windows and even the pollution in this place can't cover up the full moon. Nice and bright. You'll see it. Only way to not is to close your eyes. Heh, drive up and down the roads of life, right? Eyes Closed. You can ignore it, but it can't save you now. Might end up crashing. Right. Into. Another. Tree. Heh. Of Woe. Choke them right out? Make them hit that mat again."
...
"Thrasher. Candee. She's the next to be embarrassed, right? A real mean chick. Still plays by respect though. Heh, another leash, isn't it?"
(Lucas opens his palm. A dog collar with a tag that says "Jojer".)
"Prison, heh. People always say Prison is really hard. I just don't know. In Prison, you're always expecting the worst, right? You're surrounded by people who you know for a fact are capable of some bad stuff. Hell, they're in Prison, right? Got there for a reason, didn't they? You always know. Always know that there is somebody who could kill you at any moment. Almost sounds soothing. That constant knowledge. Sure sounds better than people. People you know, you've known for years. People who are supposed to be 'kind,' or 'never hurt a fly,' coming at you out here. Just out here, or back there, where you could never know. No. You don't know. You keep yourself locked up to keep yourself protected. I get that, I know. Pack Mentality. People got your back. You've got your back. Always gotta watch your back, right? You watching your back is going to distract you from what's right in front of you, isn't it? Heh. Nobody loves you more than you love you. You can't know yourself until you've hated yourself. Until you've become an embarrassment. Consider it a favor, right? Heh, this is for you. You've got your friends. Only one of you can feed though, right?"
(Lucas puts his collar on. "Jojer" glows like the soft glint of the moon.)
"I know what I am. You keep yourself tied down with your alliances, regardless of their ferociousness. I'll teach you the definition of ferociousness! I'm the whole pack, Candee. Better watch all angles aside from just the one, right? Front, Back, side to side, up and down the road. Eyes closed, right? Can't ignore it. It's gonna start shining."
Post by Platinum Peter Vincent on Sept 14, 2015 13:41:45 GMT -5
Well, well...well.
It would seem that everyone's favorite loud-mouthed lightweight has been suspiciously silent in the wake of 777's first set of matches. No commentary, no ringside review, no spoilers, no nothing.
The most notable silence, to me at least, centers around my own personal, damn-near hand-delivered invitation for Mr. Lightkicker to join me in the ring for a little... discourse. Frankly, I find this a tad bit rude.
Now, Lex, I don't blame you for not wanting to do MY job. In fact, I personally believe that was one of the smartest decisions you've ever made. But, please, for the fans, you could at least do YOURS.
We find 777 Championship Wrestling's backstage interviewer, Christina Lam, standing by. She greets her viewers with a hushed whisper:
"Good afternoon, 777 fans, I'm here at the Performance Center with the unenviable task of trying...hoping to get a word with The Backwoods Brute, Grundy. We've gotten word that he was just spotted heading down around this corner, so...so, I guess I'm going to....I'm going to see if I can do this..."
She straightens her spine and breathes deeply, trying her best to maintain composure and muster courage. After a few moments of hesitation, she slowly walks toward the corner of the hallway, motioning for the camera to follow. The camera moves slightly past her, far enough to spot the bearded man-child slumped against a large storage crate about ten feet ahead. Gripping Froggy Froggy Froggy in his gloved hands, he appears to be quietly speaking to the plushie. Christina takes a few cautious steps toward him, holding her microphone out as far from herself as possible.
"Uh-ex-excuse me, Mr....uh, Grundy..."
A slight manipulation with his fingers causes Froggy Froggy Froggy's head to turn towards her, startling a very tense Christina. She gasps and stumbles back a step. Grundy grins and giggles gleefully.
"Heh. Maybe, heh...maybe you, heh, maybe you don't talk to Grundy, maybe you don't, heh. Maybe you talk to Froggy Froggy Froggy, maybe that's what you do, you talk to him and not to Grundy, hehheh!"
"Well, um, I mean....ok, Froggy Froggy Froggy? What do you think about how Grundy did on the first episode of Jackpot? He didn't win the Battle Royal but he had a very impressive win over the monstrous Troll and continues on in the Gold Rush Tournament..."
She holds the microphone out a few inches from the stuffed frog's face. There is nothing but an awkward silence for several seconds. Then the laughter Grundy has been trying to restrain begins to bubble out.
"Grundy got you! Heehaha! Grundy got you good! Heheh!"
Christina lets out a forced nervous laugh.
"Oh, yeah, you sure did!"
For a second, while the two laugh, there is a sense of relief for Christina. But that relief is short lived as Grundy suddenly strikes himself in the face! Again and again! Christina yelps and recoils. He flings Froggy Froggy Froggy against the opposite wall before latching onto his own jaw with the Mandible Claw!
He suddenly throws himself to the side, sending the crate toppling onto the concrete! He trembles in the fetal position, whimpering softly. Christina Lam looks around with wide-eyed confusion and fright, uncertain of how to proceed or whether she should just flee. She takes a few steps to her left, reaching down to pick up Froggy Froggy Froggy, then a few steps back to hold him out toward the hulking heap of a man on the floor.
His gloved hand reaches out...
...and in a flash, is around her throat! The big man is on his feet with a quickness, towering over her. The cameraman, Jack Grumbling, quickly sets his camera on another crate and rushes at the menacing masked mountain man.
"LET HER GO!"
He throws himself at Grundy, succeeding in breaking his grasp on the lady, only to find himself in the grips of the burly behemoth!
"MEAT BAG! BAG OF BONES AND MEAT! SKIN SACK! GRIND HIM UP, GRUNDY BOY!"
With that bellow, Grundy hoists Jack up on his shoulder! He looks to be attempting to give him the Woodchipper right onto the concrete floor!
"NO!"
Christina throws Froggy Froggy Froggy into the big man's face, distracting him enough to grab hold of Jack's arms and pull him down. The two of them hastily bolt from the scene...
...leaving Grundy standing alone in the hallway, his body heaving with each breath. He shakes his head. And again. Like a dog. As if he were trying to shake something out of it. He stares down at his hands, clenching and unclenching them. He words as a near whisper...
Post by CommanderLockwood on Sept 16, 2015 20:29:52 GMT -5
Christina Lam Stood backstage with her crew waiting for the next person she would be interviewing. It was her first time talking with The Commander. She didn’t seem to be shaken by the idea. She heard someone approaching.
Lockwood came down the hall wearing his usual work out attire. Blue shorts with a white stripe down each side and white tank top with “The Commander” in blue across the back. He towered over Lam as he stopped in front of her.
“Mr. Lockwood, you have been oddly quiet since your defeat at the premiere of the championship; what do you want to say?”
He looks down at her calmly.
“I lost the battle - I accept that. K3yla found a weakness when I was distracted, she made a tactical decision, acted on it, and won by any means necessary. I would have done the same thing.”
Surprised by this response she continues. “I expected you to be at least a little upset. In light of this newfound respect for her will you be letting go of your rivalry.”
Lockwood Chuckles. “Not a chance, I am angrier than ever. My rage has fueled me this week. I have pushed myself harder than ever. The world will see this week. It really won’t matter who I fight. I will not relent. When my feet hit that mat I will attack my opponent with every ounce of my rage. Every throw will shake the stadium. The cries of pain from my locks will echo off the walls. The arena will fall silent as I walk out of the ring and my opponent lays there - silently.”
“Yes but what about K3yla?
“What about her?! Her time will come and when it does she will lose the war.”
Post by dream2i49 on Sept 16, 2015 22:36:24 GMT -5
K3yla steps back, having just turned on the camera. She is again in a living room in front of a curtained window which backlights her. We can only partially make out her face but her figure is clear: strong shoulders, thick legs, hands on her hips but her head slightly down as if in contemplation.
K3yla (flatly, without lifting her head): Hey out there, all you KLovers. I promised you another episode and, here it is. I'm sorry I didn't get it done sooner but, with all the... excitement leading up to the first episode of Jackpot...
She shakes her head, then looks up to the camera.
K3yla (with more energy but unsmiling): Last Friday was one of the best nights of my life. I did exactly what I set out to do. I kept a promise to myself and to all of you. And I won the Battle Royal just like I said I would.
She takes a step closer to the camera
K3yla (with an edge): I did it even though Brad "The Commander" Lockwood said I couldn't. I did it even though he and Truman both tried to take me out with... douchebag moves. I did it because I'm a wrestler.
I'm not a genius. I'm not a douchebag. I'm not a psycho killer. I'm a wrestler.
She squats to look directly into the camera. She finally raises her voice and, in spite of the poor lighting, her frown is visible.
K3yla: And as a wrestler, I've got another promise to make.
I'm gonna win again this week.
I'm gonna win even though Amy Atom says I'm gonna get hurt. I'm gonna win even though Truman thinks he is scary. I'm gonna win even though both of them and Brad "The Commander" Lockwood think I will lose.
I promise I'm gonna beat Truman.
K3yla stands slowly. We can see her side and her clenched fist.
K3yla: And by now you can tell, I keep my promises.
The image is darkened entirely by K3yla's body as she turns off the camera.
Ali: Salut, everyone! And welcome to 777 Championship Wrestling’s Jackpot! I am Ali Hakim-Mann, your play-by-play commentator keeping you up to date on all the action.
Rumble:And I’m Thomas “Rumble” Sullivan, homies, homos, and hoes. Ready to see Truman bring it!
Ali:Absolutely. If you missed it, let me take you back to last week on Jackpot, where we had two astounding showings by the two incredible wrestlers we will see in tonight’s Main Event, Truman and K3yla.
Rumble:Whatever, that’s in the past. And tonight, we’ll see a lot of action as all the best, and my personal favorites, move forward in the Gold Rush tournament.
Ali:Let’s not keep anyone waiting any longer and go to Garrett “Gridlock” Dalton in the ring.
Standing center of the ring, microphone hanging from the catwalks high above, Garrett “Gridlock” Dalton begins to explain the rules. “The next two matches are the 2nd and 3rd seed rounds of the Gold Rush tournament to crown the first ever 777 Heavyweight Champion. The losers of these two matches will compete again later in the evening in the first round of the Loser’s bracket.”
Gold Rush Double Elimination Tournament 2nd Seed Match: Platinum Peter Vincent v. El Technico IV
“Making his way to the ring, worth approximately $420, Platinum Peter Vincent.”
Ali:You may notice, Rumble, that some folks have less Net Worth than last week. That means that over the week they may have had to pay fines or they may have made some bets. While Net Worth is public information at all times, what bets are being made and on whom those bets are made is completely private.
As the bell rings, a fire comes into PPV’s eyes and he immediately goes on the offensive. He roughly manhandles El Technico IV, whipping him into the ropes, then laying him flat with the Gold Rush death valley driver! As El Technico is reeling, Platinum Peter Vincent pulls his thumb across his throat, lifts the luchadore up vertically for a few seconds, before finishing him with the Platinum Drill!
Ali:ONE! Ali:TWO! Ali:And three, this is over.
Winner by pinfall in 0:23 --- Platinum Peter Vincent!!
Rumble:Holy hell in a hand grenade, that’s what I’m talking about!
Ali: Another impressive showing by Platinum Peter Vincent and another victory in under thirty seconds. What a way to open this second episode of Jackpot, right here on the DiY Network. This means that PPV will advance in the Gold Rush tournament, and El Technico IV will have another chance later on tonight versus Brad Lockwood.
Grundy towers over the luchadora, but she refuses to backdown, going toe to toe with the Backwoods Brute. He smiles down at her, clearly enjoying her brash confidence. He then hears a voice no one else can hear and his demeanor changes on a dime, as he tries to smash her with an overhead doublefist slam. Riesgo dodges and rolls out of the ring, but the Backwood Brute is on her trail, rolling out after her. She runs around the corner, diving over the steel steps, giving her enough time to slide into the ring, run the ropes and launch herself back over the top with a huge corkscrew plancha, taking the big man Grundy off his feet! She celebrates inside the ring as the referee starts the 10-count.
1. 2. 3. 4, and Grundy is back in the ring. Where is met by Riesgo, who uses all her acrobatic skills to plant him with a moonsault STO combination! She once more celebrates, only to be caught by the big man Grundy, who grabs her by her ear and throws her across the ring.
Rumble:Grundy hit that move full force! That’s what she gets for celebrating like a fool. The match is nowhere near being over.
Riesgo rises to her feet quickly and leaps over the ropes. Grundy trundles forward, but Riesgo launches herself with a slingshot corkscrew crossbody, knocking the big man to the ground. As Riesgo leans over to pull him to his feet, Grundy smashes his forehead into hers with a devastating headbutt that sends the luchadora reeling. Riesgo tries to mount some offense, but Grundy is to his feet and hits the Forearm Club. Grundy hits Riesgo with that Ear-grab choke throw.
Instead of taking advantage, Grundy gets distracted and falls to his knees, consulting with Froggy Froggy Froggy in the corner. Riesgo climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps, doing some damage to the distracted Grundy with a Diving Senton. As Riesgo tries to gain the advantage, Grundy grabs her by her ear once more. She tries to fight out of it, but Grundy tosses her across the ring with a third choke throw. Riesgo tries to take a breather, but Grundy doesn't let up and instead hits Riesgo with a Headbutt.
Grundy tries for a submission, getting Riesgo in the Mandible Claw. Riesgo feels the effects of the Mandible Claw as Grundy applies the pressure. Riesgo reaches out and grabs the ropes and the referee breaks the hold.
Ali: Grundy is going for a pin here on Riesgo.
Rumble: Riesgo might not be completely worn out yet.
Ali: Grundy has Riesgo's shoulders pinned to the mat and the referee starts the count. ONE!
Ali: Riesgo gets a shoulder up and breaks out of the pin attempt!
Riesgo delivers a quick kick to Grundy’s thighs, bringing him to the mat, then leaps up to the top rope and hits Grundy with that Diving Senton. Grundy gets hit with a second Moonsault STO combination by Riesgo as she fights back, using her incredible athleticism to make the giant do what she wants. But Grundy shoves Riesgo to the mat and puts all her weight on her in a forcible pin. Ali: ONE! Ali: TWO! Ali: Grundy can't keep Riesgo down as Riesgo is able to kick out … then reverse it with a small package! Riesgo has Grundy’s shoulders to the mat! Ali: ONE! Ali: Grundy shoots a shoulder up and gets out of Riesgo's pin attempt, breaking out of the small package. That doesn’t deter Riesgo as she flips over Grundy for a Jack-knife pin!
Rumble: This is futile, how many times does Grundy have to kick out for Riesgo to give up and go with a new tactics?
Ali: ONE! Ali: Grundy forcibly shoves Riesgo off of him to break the pinfall count.
Riesgo, full of fire and determination, kicks Grundy in the shoulder then leaps into the air, landing on Grundy with a standing shooting star press. Grundy’s shoulders are down and she hooks the leg for a pin. Ali: ONE! Ali: TWO!
Rumble: I’m not a huge fan of Grundy’s, but he’s got a to kick out here or this one could be over!
Ali: THREE---NO!! Grundy kicks out at the absolute last second.
Both wrestlers get back to their feet. Grundy whips Riesgo into the ropes, but she reverses. Grundy runs, lurching forward for a big boot, but Riesgo leap frogs. Grundy comes back and catches Riesgo from behind with a second big booth, throwing her to the mat. As Grundy reaches for her, she counters with a schoolboy roll-up.
Ali: Riesgo has Grundy's shoulders pinned to the mat and the referee starts the count. ONE! And Grundy kicks out at one.
Grundy grabs Riesgo by the ear again, but instead of throwing her, he just puts all his weight on her, pinning her down to the mat. Riesgo wiggles out before a count of one. Riesgo runs the ropes, but Grundy catches her by surprise with a Short-arm STO. The Backwoods Brute confers with Froggy Froggy Froggy and nods, revving his arm like holding a chainsaw, signaling for the Woodchipper. Riesgo gets to her feet and continues to fight, throwing forearms and kicks, but Grundy grabs her and choke throws her once again. Grundy runs to her, but she responds with a Dropsault! She follows it up with another!
Rumble: I hate to admit it, but Riesgo does one of the best Dropkicks that I have ever seen.
Riesgo, riding high on momentum, is shut down but Grundy’s incredible sky high sitout chokebomb. Ali:I don’t know why Grundy isn't going for the Woodchipper here.
Rumble:Maybe Froggy Froggy Froggy has different plans?
Grundy hits Riesgo with that Running Big Boot. Riesgo is reeling and Grundy smiles. The fans are torn, loving both competitors, as chants of “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!” fill the 777 Arena. Grundy tries to take advantage, but in desperation, Riesgo catches him with another Moonsault STO combination. She is unable to take advantage, though, as Grundy smashes Riesgo right in the face with a forearm club. Riesgo falls, blood coming from her nose and the referee calls for the bell.
Winner by Referee Stoppage in 8:22 --- Grundy!!
Ali:Riesgo may be bleeding, but she looks like she still wants to fight.
Rumble:The ref made the right call. She has a second match tonight because of the manhandling Grundy gave her, better to have her still able towalk and take an hour to heal up her face.
Ali:And with that win, Grundy moves on to the next round of the Gold Rush tournament.
Candee Thrasher catches Lucas Thrope by surprise with a Leg Sweep in the opening seconds of the match. Carla turns away, disproving of her sister’s underhanded actions. As Lucas tries to stand, Candee laughs and hits another leg sweep.
Rumble:Fantastic! Mortal Kombat tactics!
As Candee gloats, Lucas fills with animalistic rage and pounces, doing some damage to Candee Thrasher with that Lariat Takedown. Lucas picks Candee up and tosses her into the ropes. He drops to the ground as she tries to hit a double knee lift, but on the return she catches him, crashing her knees into the side of his head. Keeping her momentum, Candee Thrasher climbs to the top rope and leaps off, taking down Lucas Thrope with that Flying Clothesline. Lucas fires back with a Lariat Takedown, followed by a double knee lift of his own.
Ali:These two are possibly the most evenly matched wrestlers in 777. Both incredibly skilled brawlers, they are trading blows tit for tat.
Rumble:*snicker* you … you said … *snicker*
Ali:Ugh, shut up, Rumble.
Candee Thrasher attempts to take a breather in the corner, sitting and listening to what Carla has to say, but Lucas Thrope doesn't let up and instead hits Candee Thrasher with a Running Facewash. Candee stumbles into the center of the ring. Lucas runs the ropes, and Candee ducks him, then crashes into his head with another Double Knee Lift. Candee Thrasher tries to counterattack, but to no avail as Lucas Thrope hits the Haymaker. Candee Thrasher gets hit by the One Man Wolfpack with a Running Backfist. Firmly feeling in control, Lucas lets up his onslaught, only for Candee to take advantage, catching Thrope by surprise with a Flying Clothesline. Lucas Thrope tries to counter, but to no avail as Candee Thrasher hits another Flying Clothesline. Before can take comfort in her offense, she gets smashed by a Lariat Takedown by Lucas Thrope. Candee Thrasher takes down Lucas Thrope with a blatant Eye Rake. The referee scolds her as she just smiles, pretending she didn’t do anything. Ali:Deplorable. If she keeps that up, I hope the referee disqualifies her and throws this match out.
Lucas stumbles in the middle of the ring, trying to get his sight unhindered, allowing Candee to take the advantage and catches Lucas by surprise with a Flying Clothesline. The One Man Wolfpack is seriously handicapped now, and the Convicted Thrasher lays him out with a haymaker. Lucas Thrope gets hit with that Corkscrew Elbow Drop and then pinned to the mat by Candee Thrasher.
Ali: ONE! Ali: TWO! Ali: THREE! With her dirty tactics, Candee Thrasher gets the win and moves forward in the Gold Rush tournament.
Winner by pinfall in 6:54 --- Candee Thrasher!!
Debut Match of Jeremy ‘the Pain Conductor’ Cleetus
“Making his way to the ring, worth approximately $0.00, accompanied by Jim Steed, Jeremy ‘the Pain Conductor’ Cleetus!”
Ali: This is a happy fan turned professional, all in a single week. He also kindly gave all his bonus money from signing to Jim Steed, who promptly bet it all on Cleetus to win!
Rumble:Gag me.
Ali: I don’t know what your problem is.
Rumble: My problem is, this is competition. And betting on a loser fan turned NEVER-HAS-WRESTLED-EVER wrestler to WIN is … insulting. Especially considering his opponent.
Ali: His opponent wasn’t made public.
Rumble: That doesn’t mean that I don’t know who he is. And there is no way Cleetus is going to be able to beat MY man …
“Making his way to the ring, worth approximately $1100, Troll!”
Jeremy Cleetus looks a little lost, but the fans’ support and Jim Steed in his corner gives him some confidence. Cleetus puts up his hands to lock up, but Troll steps forward and headbutts him instead. Jeremy reels back and the fans boo as Troll laughs. Troll takes down Jeremy Cleetus with that Shoulder Tackle. But Jeremy Cleetus has clearly learned some things in his first week of being a wrestler, and catches Troll in a backslide pin!
Ali: Jeremy Cleetus has Troll's shoulders pinned to the mat and the referee starts the count. ONE!
Rumble: I don't know if going for a pin right now is a smart move by Jeremy Cleetus.
Ali: Jeremy Cleetus can't keep Troll down as Troll is able to kick out.
Troll catches Jeremy Cleetus by surprise with a Headbutt. Jeremy Cleetus tries to counter, but to no avail as Troll hits the Big Boot. Troll takes down Jeremy Cleetus with that Headbutt. The Pain Conductor hits the mat hard. Troll attempts to gloat, but Jeremy Cleetus doesn't let up and instead hits Troll with a Clothesline that knocks him off his feet! Jeremy Cleetus goes for the cover on Troll and hooks the leg as Jim Steed cheers and yells in his corner.
Ali: ONE! Ali: Troll gets a shoulder up and breaks out of the pin attempt.
Rumble:Troll isn’t going to be beat. Period.
Jeremy Cleetus does some damage to Troll with that Forearm Club. But Troll does his own backslide pin.
Ali: ONE! Ali: TWO! Ali: Troll can't keep Jeremy Cleetus down as Jeremy Cleetus is able to kick out.
Jeremy Cleetus, with some encouragement from his corner, whips Troll into a neutral corner. He then reaches up into the sky and pulls down an invisible whistle. “CHOO CHOO!” Jeremy then runs full force into Troll, colliding with him in a Turnbuckle Splash. Jeremy Cleetus follows that up with a Big Boot. Another whip into the corner, and another Turnbuckle Splash by Jeremy Cleetus. Then another. Jeremy Cleetus goes for one more, but Troll explodes out of the corner with a big boot. Troll tries to grab the Pain Conductor, but Cleetus answers back with a Forearm Club. He then takes Troll down with a clothesline. And another. Cleetus celebrates with Jim Steed as Troll is wobbly on his feet. “All Aboard!” Ali: Jeremy Cleetus could be getting ready to go for the The Loco-Motive, an impressive Crucifix Bomb that the Pain Conductor has been working on as a big finish. The question will be if he can lift Troll over his head.
Jeremy Cleetus softens Troll up with a Forearm Club, followed by a turnbuckle splash. He then shoves Troll’s head between his legs and the crowd gives out an enormous “CHOO CHOO!” Then the giant is flipped onto Cleetus’ shoulders! He runs and tosses the Norwegian strongman with the Loco-Motive!
Ali: Good night, Troll! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Rumble:Noooooooooooo!
Winner by pinfall in 5:39 --- Jeremy Cleetus!!
Jim Steed jumps into the ring, celebrating with Jeremy Cleetus, still in shock at his first match. Troll rolls out of the ring as the fans begin to chant:
CHOO-CHOO CHOO-CHOO CHOO-CHOO
The enormous smile on ‘the Pain Conductor’ makes it all the better as he lifts Jim Steed up on his shoulder and the two new friends celebrate Jeremy’s big win with the crowd.
Ali: Rumble, you have to admit –
Rumble: I have to admit nothing. Letting a man who SHOULD BE IN PRISON wrestle and attack another man from behind is … is … disrespectful at best … and … a felony, period. Where are the cops?
Ali: I bet quite a few are celebrating with the rest of the 777 Arena for Jeremy Cleetus’ big win!
Gold Rush Tournament Loser’s Bracket 1st Match – Brad Lockwood v. El Technico IV
“Making his way to the ring, worth approximately $500, Brad Lockwood.”
The bell sounds, and Lockwood is a fury or rage and pain! A flurry of European uppercuts from behind sends El Technico reeling into a corner, where the Commander locks up around the luchadore’s waist and smashes him to the mat with a German suplex. Without letting go, he hits a second. Then a third. Then a fourth! Before El Technico can react, Lockwood yells and throws his hands to his sides, then sets El Technico IV in a suplex with a hooked leg.
Ali: Brad Lockwood calls this the M.O.A.B., and it is one of the finest fisherman suplexes in the industry.
Rumble: Perfect is what I’d call it.
Keeping the luchadore’s leg tight in, Lockwood hits a perfect fisherman’s suplex, bridging out on impact. Ali: ONE! Ali: TWO!
Rumble: This one is done.
Ali: THREE! Brad Lockwood has picked up the victory, and El Technico IV is the first to be officially removed from the Gold Rush tournament. Not a great day for the high flying sensation.
Winner by pinfall in 1:56 --- Brad Lockwood!!
As the referee lifts Lockwood’s hand, he rips it away and continues his assault on El Technico! He drops a series of elbows and vicious kicks on El Technico. He then rolls out of the ring, pulling El Technico with him, and whipping him into a barricade. He continues his onslaught with more dropped knees and elbow drops, viciously attacking the luchadore as referees starts to run out. Lockwood slides the luchadore between the ringpost and the ring steps and viciously kicks the steps into the trapped El Technico’s back as Garrett “Gridlock” Dalton gets his hands on Lockwood, putting him in a hammerlock and the referees take El Technico out from his entrapped spot. Lockwood is escorted to the back, but shakes off everyone and yells incoherently at the crowd, who boo him mercilessly.
Ali: Disgraceful. Utterly absurd. Second week in a row that Lockwood has attacked one of his competition on the outside. That kind of brutal action is –
Rumble: Exactly what we are looking for!
Ali: How can you even begin to say that with a straight face, Rumble?
Rumble: It’s true. Lockwood is a man to be reckoned with. And he took advantage of a man who wasn’t on his game today.
Ali: He smashed the ring steps into El Technico’s ribs and spine! That is certainly going to give him some kind of fine.
As El Technico is helped to his feet, the arena cheers him on. Battered and bruised, but able to walk out on his own is a small victory, but one the fans relentlessly cheer the luchadore on for.
Riesgo gets hit with an European Uppercut by Miles Infinity to start the match. Miles Infinity is caught unaware by Riesgo’s offense, though, as she trips him, hops on top of the top rope, and hits him with a Diving Senton. She then hops up and hits Miles with a second one. Riesgo attempts to celebrate with the crowd, but Miles Infinity doesn't let up and instead hits Riesgo with a Face-breaker DDT. Miles Infinity tries for a Backhand Chop on Riesgo and is successful. Miles whips Riesgo into the ropes. Rebound, leapfrog. Rebound, and Miles telegraphs the back body drop, so Riesgo flips around him in classic lucha style, eventually hitting a crucifix pin.
Ali: Riesgo showing her incredible skills as a luchadora and has Miles Infinity's shoulders pinned to the mat. ONE!
Ali:Miles Infinity shoves Riesgo off and breaks out of the pin.
Miles Infinity gets out of the ring for a second to breath, but that just lights a fire under Riesgo, who leaps out of the ring with a Corkscrew Plancha. Riesgo follows that up with a Dropkick. She rolls Miles into the ring, claps a few times to get the audiences clapping, then hits her patented Shooting Star Press. She hooks the Connection’s leg.
Ali: ONE!
Ali: Riesgo looks upset as Miles Infinity kicks out of the pin.
Miles Infinity goes for the cover on Riesgo and hooks the leg.
Rumble: I don't think that Miles Infinity has done enough damage to Riesgo yet.
Ali: ONE!
Ali: Miles Infinity can't keep Riesgo down as Riesgo is able to kick out.
Riesgo does some damage to Miles Infinity with that Dropkick. Miles Infinity gets hit with a Dropkick by Riesgo as he runs the ropes, trying to get some momentum. Riesgo catches Miles Infinity by surprise with a Dropsault, judging by the look of shock on his face. As Riesgo pulls Miles up for some move, he schoolboys her with a roll-up.
Ali: ONE!
Ali: Riesgo gets a shoulder up and breaks out of the pin attempt!
Riesgo measures up Miles Infinity and hits the Diving Senton. Miles Infinity attempts to take a breather on the outside once again, but Riesgo doesn't let up and instead hits Miles Infinity with a Diving Senton over the top rope. They both roll back into the ring, where Miles is able to take advantage and hits the Bridging German Suplex and catches Riesgo in a pin.
Rumble: That Bridging German Suplex is damaging enough, but then turning it straight into a pinning combination can catch your opponent off-guard.
Ali: ONE! And Riesgo gets a shoulder up and breaks out of the pin attempt.
Ali: Miles Infinity is going for a pin here on Riesgo.
Rumble: The Connection is looking desperate.
Ali: ONE! And Riesgo gets out quickly. But that doesn’t stop Miles who once again rolls Riesgo up. ONE!
Ali: Riesgo kicks out of the pin attempt.
Riesgo does some damage to Miles Infinity with that Dropsault. Riesgo leaps to the top rope and yells out “ESTAS MUERTO!” She is getting ready for her finishing maneuver, a belly-to-back wheelbarrow facebuster. Riesgo catches Miles Infinity by surprise with a Dropkick, then a second one. Riesgo sets Miles Infinity up and …
Ali: Yes! Riesgo hits the Estas Muerto!
Ali: Miles Infinity is out cold. The referee is going to award this match to Riesgo, no pinfall necessary.
Winner by referee stoppage in 5:38 --- Riesgo!!
Ali: What an upset! Riesgo continues in the tournament after a knockout win by Grundy earlier on this evening.
Rumble: I hate to say it, but Infinity should have seen this coming.
Ali: I don’t think anyone could have expected this kind of turn around, Rumble.
Rumble:If Infinity really does have a “connection” to higher powers and planes of understanding, he should have seen that he has zero chance of winning the 777 Heavyweight title now!
Ali: Either way, Riesgo moves on in the Gold Rush tournament, and Miles Infinity is out.
K3yla playfully starts the match with a cartwheel. Amy Atom scoffs at the theatrics, but K3yla follows it up with a leg sweep that gets Truman on the mat. K3yla goes for an early pin attempt.
Ali: ONE! And Truman gets the shoulder up.
K3yla measures up Truman and hits the Backhand Chop, to which the crowd responds with a loud “WOOOOOOOOOOO!” K3yla then does another cartwheel leg sweep. Tired of her theatrics, Truman pops up and crushes K3yla with a backbreaker. K3yla fires back with a Backhand Chop that send Truman to the mat. She gets down with him and locks in an STF. Truman feels the pressure as K3yla has that STF locked in. Truman is trying to reach for the ropes. Finally, Truman reaches out and grabs the ropes and the referee breaks the hold, warning Amy Atom to back-off since she was getting close to interfering.
The crowd starts to chant for K3yla: “YOU CAN WRESTLE *clap clap clapclapclap* YOU CAN WRESTLE”. She smiles a big dopey smile, and ducks a clothesline from Truman. She uses his momentum to get him on her back and lift him up, applying the Gory Special.
Rumble: That Gory Special might be too much for Truman at this stage in the match. That Gory Special isn't fun to be in. Truman has got to grab onto the ropes and get out of this hold before too much damage is done.
K3yla attempts to do some damage to Truman with the Gory Special. Truman is finally able to use his size to break out of the move with some elbows, forcing K3yla to let go of the submission. Truman catches K3yla by surprise with a Forearm Club. K3yla is dazed after that Forearm Club. Truman is going for a pin.
Ali: ONE! And K3yla kicks out.
K3yla immediately fires back on Truman and locks in an inverted STF, otherwise known as the Muta Lock. Truman struggles to break free, but is unsuccessful as K3yla cranks back on his head.
Rumble: Amy, do something! If Truman can't get out of that Muta Lock it can do some permanent damage.
Truman continues to struggle, pulling himself towards the ropes, inch by inch, every pain and every stretch bending the masked mauler backwards. Truman desperately reaches for the ropes, but can't seem to make it. Just as he looks sure to tap out, Amy Atom throws in the towel, submitting for her man.
Ali: And in an enormous upset, the referee calls for the bell and K3yla is going to win this one by submission.
Winner by submission in 3:33 --- K3yla!!
Rumble: This is terrible! This is a travesty! This is … this is … the worst!
Ali: Amy Atom seems to have thrown in the towel for her man, Truman, leaving K3yla with an incredible victory!
Rumble: You know what, that’s right. This isn't terrible. This isn't travesty. This is TACTICS. Amy must have known that it was easier to win this tournament from the Loser’s bracket than to try to keep dealing with people with momentum. That’s the only thing that makes any sense! Big fish, small pond. And Truman is a DAMN big fish. He’ll meet K3yla and her stupid KLovers again, and that time he’ll destroy her!
Ali: We are supposed to try to at least pretend to be unbiased, Rumble.
Rumble: Fuck that. K3yla deserves –
Ali: Deserves to be treated like a winner, and a wrestler, which she has absolutely proven here in 777! We’ll see you all next week, right here on DiY Network, for the last Jackpot episode before the Gold Rush PPV! And watch your language, Rumble.
Truman and Amy Atom walk off slowly, Truman holding his back and Amy hugging his torso, yelling at K3yla who continues to celebrate with the crowd to end the show!