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Post by grundy on Sept 30, 2015 23:31:34 GMT -5
We find ourselves backstage with Christina Lam.
"Hello 777 Championship Wrestling fans! Christina Lam here hoping to get a word with some of our top stars just days before our premiere Pay Per View event, Gold Rush!"
Christina looks around and we catch a glimpse of what might be Commander Brad Lockwood heading down a hallway but with the determined stride of the man, we can't be too sure and Ms. Lam can't be quick enough to verify it let alone catch him for an interview.
There is a sudden commotion and some shouting off in the distance that catches Ms. Lam's attention and she motions for the cameraman to do an about-face towards it. Upon complying to her suggestion, the camera catches a handful of 777's security guards engaging with a fairly resistant and persistent fellow trying to get into the building.
Ms. Lam begins a hasty beeline toward the altercation, her cameraman in tow.
The man attempting to slither past the security is a rotund fellow with a shaved head and goatee clad in a suit that looks like was made out of your grandma's sofa.
"Excuse me! What's seems to be the situation here?"
One of the security guards motions for her to stop.
"Ms. Lam, please, nothing to-"
"Ms. Lam, hello! Hello and good day to you, Ms. Lam! 'Very' Barry Gouda! Please, call off your dogs and let a man have but a piece of your time!"
"Um, they're not my dogs, Mr. Gouda, and I, uh, I don't really have the authority to-"
"Authority be damned, Ms. Lam, you're got a mic, a camera, and now you have an opportunity. You can wander the halls and chase after disinterested talent or you can wave off these goons and get that elusive exclusive! 'Very' Barry Gouda is but a few feet in front of you so I strongly suggest you strike while the iron is piping hot!"
Hesitating for a moment, Christina nods her head and waves toward the guards.
"Give us some space and a minute."
The guards reluctantly oblige and withdraw a short distance.
"Thank you kindly, Ms. Lam, ever so kindly. Ms. Lam, a minute is all I need. All I want. What I'd like you to do is this: record what I have to say and then show this footage to just one man-"
"We're live, Mr. Gouda."
"Fair enough. I hope he's watching but if he's not, please, all i ask is you show this footage to him."
"To whom?"
"Grundy."
"...alright, I suppose I can see that he somehow sees it, Mr. Gouda."
"He must, Ms. Lam, he must, I insist and implore and gladly beg on my knees if you like."
"You don't need to beg, Mr. Gouda, it's just that...Grundy's...well, he's...you can't just-"
"Yes, yes, I know very well what you're trying to say, Ms. Lam, but I assure you all that will soon be a thing of the past."
"...how do you mean?"
"May I have my minute to speak?"
"You're already talking."
"To Grundy, Ms. Lam, I would like only a minute to speak to him directly...as directly as speaking into a camera can be, that is."
"Alright, Mr. Gouda, I will give you your minute and then I think I should ask you to leave."
"Absolutely fair. if you please..."
He motions for her to step aside and she obliges. The camera focuses on him alone.
"Hello, Grundy, my name is 'Very' Barry Gouda. Go ahead, say it a few times:
'Very' Barry. 'Very' Barry. 'Very' Barry.
Pretty fun, huh?
Now, does 'Very' Barry Gouda sound like anything to you?
Maybe 'very, very good', hm?
That's no coincidence, Grundy, because that's exactly what I am and that's exactly how things could be for you.
I've been watching, Grundy, I've been watching you and seeing how it is for you and unlike the rest of these folks, I'd like to offer you a chance for things to be good.
Very good.
Very, very good.
'Very' Barry Gouda.
Heh, you see how that works?
Now I know, I know that there's only one person you listen to, one person you trust, one person above all else that matters most, that means the world to you, that you'd do anything for, that you love with all your heart...
...your mother.
Your one and only beloved Mama.
Grundy, I think that's wonderful. Admirable. Downright touching, I must say.
I don't want to tamper with that, I don't want to mess with such a beautiful thing, no, sir, not in the slightest.
But let me tell you how I see it, Grundy, let me just put it out in clear and simple terms for you:
You need help.
Your Mama's doing a damn fine job, don't get me wrong, but this is a business and Grundy, it doesn't seem like business is in your blood.
Now, what is in your blood is a whole host of things that lend themselves well to this line of work: size, strength, toughness, and I daresay just a little bit of bloodlust, hm? Heh.
But it's obvious, Grundy, it's obvious that Mama may be doing her best and you may be doing your best but you need help.
There's no shame in admitting that.
And I'm here to offer it.
I want to make life better for you and your dear mother.
A hundred fold.
A thousand fold.
When I look at you, I see the American Dream.
I see a strong, loving mother working hard to raise her son right.
And I see a son full of gratitude for everything she does, eager and determined to achieve his potential and make her proud.
Together, they want to get the most out of life, they want to rise up and live well, a life of happiness and success.
And dammit if that doesn't stir something within me, Grundy.
I want to facilitate that dream. I want to make that dream a reality.
Not for myself, no.
For you, Grundy. For you and for Mama.
And hell, for Froggy Froggy Froggy, too.
And for America.
Let me help you, Grundy.
Let me help you.
That's all I ask."
With that, he pulls a business card from his coat pocket and extends it to Christina.
"Kindly see that he gets this, Ms. Lam..."
"I, um...I'm honestly not even sure he can read..."
"Then kindly read it for him, Ms. Lam.
Let me tell you something, Ms. Lam, this Grundy is a special boy.
Mama knows what she's talking about and contrary to what you might believe, Mama didn't raise no fool.
Oh no, Ms. Lam, she raised what I do believe to be the most dangerous, destructive, dominating redneck tyrannosaur this business has ever seen.
But the family lacks business savvy.
Mama might want the poor boy to just stuff all his cash in the mattress but a mattress full of cash only amounts to sleepless nights.
We're in Vegas, baby, and gambling done smart is investing.
Truth be told, Ms. Lam, if Quentin Ohmega really wants to see 777 Championship Wrestling shine like a diamond, drowning in success, then he may just want to give his own personal nudge of encouragement to Grundy as it pertains to shaking the hand of 'Very' Barry Gouda.
I'll give you a few extra cards, Ms. Lam, pass them along to Ms. Redd and Mr. Ohmega for me, will you? And please, keep one for yourself.
Now, I'll gladly be a good egg and see myself out before you even have to ask.
Thank you ever so kindly for your time and again, I insist that you ensure my offer reaches Grundy."
"I'll do what I can, Mr. Gouda. Thank you."
With that, Gouda straightens his tie and pivots on a heel toward the door through which he entered.
As he exits the building, Christina turns back towards the camera.
"I...I'm not really sure what to say other than 'Well, that was interesting'."
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Post by Admin on Oct 2, 2015 19:49:03 GMT -5
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 Ali: Salut, everyone! And welcome to Gold Rush, the first Pay-Per-View event for 777 Championship Wrestling! We are going to see the semi-finals and finals of a long running tournament to crown the first ever 777 Heavyweight Champion. As always, I am Ali Hakim-Mann, your play-by-play commentator keeping you up to date on all the action.Rumble: And homies, homos, hoes, and everyone else, I’m Thomas “Rumble” Sullivan, and I am going to be the one keeping it real up in this piece. Gold Rush Tournament Semi-Final Match: Candee Thrasher v. Grundy “Making her way to the ring, worth approximately $700.00, accompanied by Carla, Candee Thrasher!” “Making his way to the ring, worth approximately $1957, accompanied by Froggy Froggy Froggy, Grundy!” Candee seems at a huge disadvantage here as the backwoods brute stalks her. Grundy lurches forward to grab her, but Candee rolls forward and away. Grundy turns and once more shoots for the Convicted, but she once more rolls out of the way. A third attempt by Grundy, but Candee slides under the giant’s legs. She uses this placement to try to bring Grundy to his knees with a drop toehold, but Grundy doesn’t move. Candee’s legs are wrapped around the ankles of the giant, but he is going nowhere. He reaches down and grabs Candee’s green hair and lifts her high into the sky. Carla yells at Grundy to stop on the outside, but Grundy is a man possessed, a dangerous glint in his eye. The referee starts to count the choke, yelling for Grundy to stop, but the backwoods brute ignores the ref as Candee kicks and struggles. In desperation, she gets a thumb into Grundy’s eye, and that’s enough to stop the big man’s choke. He drops Candee, who scrambles to her corner. Candee keeps up the assault now, leaping to the top rope and screaming at Grundy to get his attention. As he looks towards her, she leaps off with a flying clothesline. But it doesn’t take the big man down. She tries again, but this time Grundy catches her. A short-arm STO later, and Candee is laid out in the middle of the ring. Grundy goes down for a pin attempt. Ali: ONE!Ali: And Candee gets her shoulder up.Still seemingly blinded, Grundy stumbles to his feet. Candee runs the ropes, ducking a clothesline. She bounces off, rolling under another clothesline. Off the ropes again, and Grundy telegraphs a backbody drop. Candee capitalizes with a double knee lift right into the backwood brute’s face. That’s enough to take him down! Rumble: Thatta girl! Keep that big idiot blinded and confused. Ali: Purposely going for a concussion or blinding your opponent is a dirty tactic.Rumble: No, it is a dirty tactic to not have the two of them in different classes. She shouldn’t have to fight a man like Grundy. Ali: I agree, but only because I think a poor sport like her should be forced in their own class so the real sportsmen can wrestle on their own.Rumble: How incredibly boring. With Grundy off his feet, Candee continues her onslaught. Stomps on Grundy’s hands and feet and knees and forehead keep the big man grounded. She gets down on the mat and puts a knee in the middle of the brute’s shoulders as he sits up, then applies a crossface to his eyes, right across his mask. The enormous Grundy flails about wildly, reaching for the ropes to no avail as Candee laughs, a smile on her face. “FROGGY! MAMA!” Grundy yells for support. The crowd is yelling and cheering for Grundy, but every time he almost breaks out of the hold, Candee digs an elbow right into his eyes. The ref asks Grundy if he gives up, but he shakes his head and yells “NO!” More stomps, more pressure across the eyes of Grundy, and even more laughter from the Convicted Thrasher. Carla turns away, unable to watch as her sister’s prison tactics has her in firm control of Grundy. Grundy, frustrated and screaming, starts to slam his hand into his own head. A fist to the temple, over and over, every now and again smashing Candee in the wrist. Candee asks the referee “what the hell is he doing?” but Grundy just keeps hitting himself, over and over, until he forces Candee to let go of her crossface. Grundy crawls to his corner, looking for solace from his stuffed manager. Candee continues to stomp and drop elbows on the giant, who winces and whines with each attack. As he lays on his stomach, yelling to Froggy Froggy Froggy for solace, Candee has had enough. She slides out of the ring and grabs the frog plush. “This is what you want? Is this what controls you, giant? Here, fetch it then.” And she tosses the frog up the entrance ramp, landing awkwardly like a man in a car crash. She then slaps Grundy in the face. The referee begins to count her out, but she rolls back in the ring. Grundy rolls out of the ring and crawls for his Froggy Froggy Froggy. The ref has to do another count. Rumble: We haven’t had a count-out yet. How does Ohmega want to deal with this non-wins? Ali: For statistics purposes, and for the tournament, a count-out counts as a non-decision for the counted out, not a complete loss, but as a win for their opponent. If Grundy gets counted out, while it won’t be a full lose, it will still propel Candee forward in the tournament.Rumble: Good. Go get your stupid frog, you Appalachian madman. 1
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Grundy crawls and stumbles to his frog, sitting neck first on the entrance ramp. 3
4 Candee struts around the ring, responding to fans booing her and cheering Grundy on. 5 Grundy reaches his Froggy Froggy Froggy and cradles the plush. 6 Candee puts her feet up in the corner and lounges, conducting the referee’s count like a beautiful symphony to her ears. Grundy sits, his ear next to the plush. 7
8 With a nod, Grundy stands, putting Froggy Froggy Froggy safely in his overall front. 9 Grundy comes barreling down the ramp and sliding into the ring just before the ten-count finishes! He goes straight for Candee and smashes a forearm down onto the turnbuckle Thrasher just was, nearly ducking out of the way and rolling under Grundy’s reach. Grundy runs the ropes. Candee tries to leapfrog over the backwoods brute, but he catches her and spins out with an enormous sit-out choke bomb! Candee gets to her feet, only to eat an enormous boot from a furious Grundy that turns her end over end. Candee spits a little blood, her lip getting busted open. Grundy grabs the Convicted Thrasher and choke-throwing her across the ring. Candee lands hard and slides out of the ring ad Grundy revs up. GRIND ‘EM UP, GRUNDY, GRIND ‘EM UP! GRIND ‘EM UP, GRUNDY, GRIND ‘EM UP! GRIND ‘EM UP, GRUNDY, GRIND ‘EM UP! Carla comes to Candee’s side, consoling her and trying to offer some advince, but Candee shrugs her sister off. Candee gets back in the ring and takes a series of forearm clubs from Grundy. He lifts her onto his shoulder, looking for the Woodchipper! Candee counters by digging her fingers into Grundy’s eyes once again. Grundy drops to a knee and Candee lands safely, ignoring the referee who is in her face, reminding her the rules. Ali: Looks like if she does that again, Candee can expect to have this match thrown out and Grundy receiving a win.Rumble: Travesty.
Ali: Rumble, honestly, do you believe actions like that should be rewarded?Rumble: I think it is the referee’s call, and he is being fair. Giving her warnings, and not judging her legitimate offensive tactics because of his high-brow, ridiculous sense of morality. Wins and losses, that is what matters. Survive. Destroy. And Candee knows what she is doing. She is surviving. Grundy stumbles some, trying to get some relief from his mask. Candee smiles, runs the ropes, and returns with a ferocious spear that takes the big man off his feet! Candee tries to cover, but Grundy shoves her off before the one-count. She blows the hair out of her face, pulls Grundy up, then runs the ropes, hitting a second spear. She then pulls him up again, hitting a third! Each one more powerful than the former, the final one crashes Grundy to the mat with Candee already on top of him. She pulls up his leg. Ali: ONE!Ali: TWO!Rumble: I’d let her lay on me any time. Ali: THREE! What an incredible upset, as Candee Thrasher moves on in the Gold Rush, still undefeated! Can someone actually beat this woman?Rumble: I hope not. Winner by pinfall -- Candee Thrasher!! Gold Rush Tournament Semi-Final Match: Lucas Thrope v. PPV “Making his way to the ring, worth approximately $1500, Lucas Thrope!” “Making his way to the ring, worth approximately $2480, Platinum Peter Vincent.” The match begins with both men circling each other. A quick lock-up, and PPV has Thrope hip tossed to the mat and pins him! Ali: ONE!Rumble: PPV, my man, is trying to end this match quick, knowing he’s got more matches if he wins in the future. Ali: TWO! And Lucas gets a shoulder up.PPV pulls Lucas up, but Lucas turns it into small package of his own, pinning Vincent. Ali: Looks like both men are using the same logic, with Thrope using the small package! ONE!Ali: TWO! And PPV powers out.The two get to their feet. PPV whips Thrope into the ropes. He telegraphs a back body drop, and Lucas rolls over PPV. Thrope off the ropes again, but PPV catches him with a big wheelbarrow suplex. Down on the mat, PPV delivers a series of forearm clubs and headbutts to Lucas. Thrope responds by biting PPV’s forehead. PPV, astonished, gets to his feet and Lucas kips up. Once more, they run the ropes, but once again, PPV catches Lucas with a wheelbarrow suplex. Rumble: Great move. PPV, now with the advantage, scoops Lucas up for a slam, but not before gorilla pressing him twice, then tossing him to the mat. PPV then grabs Lucas and ties his legs up with the Steel Trap, a texas cloverleaf. Ali: Looks like the Platinum medalist has the One Man Wolfpack caught in—Without struggling, Lucas goes ahead and taps out. The ref stops the match, and PPV celebrates, but the crowd booes as Lucas rolls out of the ring, perfectly fine. Ali: What the hell was that?Rumble: He tapped out. Ali: There is no way that move was anywhere near damaging enough to cause Lucas to stop. He could have tried to grab the ropes, or countered it in some way. Why would he just … give up like that? A million dollars is one the line.Rumble: I don’t know. Lucas didn’t really seem like himself tonight regardless. Best to let the better man move ahead than waste his time. Ali: I suppose.Lucas Thrope leaps the barricade and exits the arena through the audience as PPV celebrates in the ring, pumping his arms and flexing for the audience, who boo relentlessly, unhappy at the turn of events. Winner by submission -- Platinum Peter Vincent!! Gold Rush Tournament Semi-Final Match: Brad Lockwood v. K3yla “Making his way to the ring, worth approximately $1400, Brad Lockwood.” “Making her way to the ring, worth approximately $0.00, K3yla!” K3yla and Lockwood immediately lock-up, but K3yla has the advantage. Headlock, converted to wristlock, converted to hammerlock, converted to keylock, ended with a german suplex lock-up. She can’t lift the Commander, who fights against her, so she runs him forward into the ropes, then the two roll back, K3yla ending the roll with a German Suplex, bringing Lockwood down on the back of his head. K3yla smiles, clapping with the crowd as she jumps up to the top rope. Rumble: What is that idiot doing up there?
Ali: I believe the crowd knows the answer.G.E.D.
G.E.D.
G.E.D. K3yla looks about confused before smiling and winking to the camera, then leaping off, driving her elbow right into Lockwood’s sternum. She hooks his leg and counts confidently with the crowd. Ali: ONE!Ali: TWO!Ali: THREE! And it looks like K3yla has finally shut the Commander up with a definitive one-two-three.Rumble: Poppycock. That doesn’t mean anything. Ali: It means that K3yla has won and is moving forward in record time, and Lockwood is out of the race.Winner by pinfall -- K3yla!!
Loser's Luck: Cassidy Nova v. Miles Infinity “And making his way to the ring, worth approximately $850, accompanied by Meredith Geffen, Cassidy Nova!” “Making his way to the ring, worth approximately $1200, Miles Infinity!” ((Miles Infinity's music))Cassidy Nova wastes not a single ounce of time, locking up with Infinity, then pulling the Connection back in a … ballroom dip?
Rumble: What is Cassidy doing?
Ali: I believe he’s combining his own ballroom skills with whatever new skills he has learned from this mysterious trainer he has begun working with.
As Infinity, not comfortable with being dipped, tries to fight out of it, Cassidy rolls and smashes the Connection’s forehead into the mat with a rolling STO. The crowd lights up, as does Meredith on the outside and Cassidy, feeling confidant. He lifts Infinity up onto the second rope, looking out over the crowd. The Connection is dazed, barely balancing there. Nova gets to the top rope, grabs Infinity as if to hit a stunner, but then backflips over him, hitting his amazing Supernova shiranui!
Ali: My word! An incredible maneuver. And Cassidy has the pin. ONE!
Rumble: Look, wake me up when we are watching something that matters.
Ali: TWO!
Ali: THREE! And Cassidy Nova has won the Loser’s Luck match! Winner by pinfall -- Cassidy Nova!! “Well, well, there we have it. Two losers, both with bad luck. And we now can see who has the worst luck, and who is the real loser. I’m sorry to say, Miles, but I had high hopes for you. But it looks like today is your lucky day, as you are going to go on vacation. Where? I don’t care. But don’t come back here until November.”
Ali: And with that, we understand what Ohmega meant by “Loser’s Luck.” The winner keeps his job, and his earning potential, and the loser, Miles Infinity in this case, is suspended for a month.
Rumble: Good. I bet he’ll see a better future for himself by then.
Ali: One can only hope. Gold Rush Tournament Semi-Finals Match: Platinum Peter Vincent v. K3yla As the bell rings, the two wrestlers circle each other. K3yla puts up a hand for a classic Greco-roman lock-up. Vincent almost locks up, but ducks behind K3yla, looking for a suplex. K3yla counters with a wristlock. PPV scrambles and jukes, countering into a hammerlock, wrenching K3yla’s arm behind her back. K3yla slaps her shoulder, then ducks under the taller Lockwood, putting him in a hammerlock. She then drops, catching PPV with a drop toehold. They both kip up and both give a dropkick to the other, both dropkicks missing. One the ground, Vincent takes advantage with a headlock, but K3yla flips over, inverting it to get her head loose from PPV’s grip and putting him into an STF.
Ali: Incredible series of maneuvers and K3yla ends the series in control of the “wrestling royalty” Platinum Peter Vincent.
PPV stretches and crawls forward, looking for the ropes, before getting his foot underneath him and rolling K3yla onto her back for a pin attempt.
Ali: ONE! And K3yla is forced to break her hold.
As K3yla and Vincent get to their feet, PPV shoots on her, locking his hands around her waist. K3yla delivers some back elbows, but PPV holds firm and lifts her onto his shoulders before bringing her down with authority and a wheelbarrow suplex. He follows it up with a DDT, but he catches her on the rebound up and combines it with a one-handed bulldog. He grabs her by the hair and yells in her face, “You think you can wrestle?! You think you are worth my time?! Get out of my ring,” before he lifts her overhead, gorilla pressing her above him, showing off his incredible strength, before tossing her out of the ring. He turns to the ref. “Count her out.”
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Rumble: Dominance. Unadulterated dominance. That’s what you want in a champion. That’s why PPV is going to win.
Ali: He is certainly confidant.
K3yla starts to rise on all fours, getting back to her feet. Vincent huffs, rolls out of the ring, and delivers a scoop slam onto the apron, to which the crowd booes. The referee yells at Platinum Peter Vincent, who ignores him, whipping K3yla into the ring steps. He then rolls back into the ring. “Count. Her. Out.”
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K3yla stirs, trying to get to her feet. PPV sits confidently in the corner, watching. K3yla stands.
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And K3yla rolls back into the ring. PPV gets up and casually walks over to the struggling K3yla, stomping on the downed wrestler. The stomps become more often and more vicious. PPV does not let up his onslaught, holding the ropes for support until the referee gets between the two and shoves PPV back. He rears back to assault the ref, but thinks better of it, calming down. The ref continues to yell at PPV, who puts up his hands and waits for the chiding to be over. K3yla gets enough time to muster up her strength and get to her feet. Once she is, she stumbles a bit, but looks prepared to lock up with Vincent again in the center of the ring.
He laughs. K3yla continues to motion to “come on” and throws up her hands to lock up, but PPV refuses, continuing to laugh. K3yla pushes forward, hands still up. “Come on!” Vincent rolls his eyes and finally agrees to lock up. Vincent quickly puts a knee into K3yla’s stomach, then shoots around her as before, locking his hands around her waist. He lifts K3yla up for another suplex, but K3yla blocks it with a leg. Vincent tries again, but K3yla blocks it once more, then lifts her legs up around PPV’s waist before using all her weight to pull forward and go into a wheelbarrow hold, which she then flows straight into a front lock bulldog DDT. K3yla crawls over for the cover!
Ali: ONE!
Ali: TWO!
Rumble: Come on, come on, not like this!
Ali: THR—NO! PPV at the last second gets a shoulder up.
K3yla, with the crowd behind her, starts to rev up and get back into the offense. She runs the ropes and hits Platinum Peter Vincent with a clothesline. Hitting the ropes and another clothesline. She then tries to whip PPV, who counters, but K3yla counters that and lifts him up onto her back! She puts him in the Gory Special in the middle of the ring! Vincent has nowhere to go as the referee asks him if he submits. PPV shakes his head and grits his teeth as K3yla hunkers down, trying to put as much pressure on him as she can. He keeps shaking his head and refusing, but he taps out! He taps out on K3yla’s hip! K3yla drops the hold, emotions overwhelming her. PPV turns, sees the ref couldn’t see him tap out, then kick K3yla in the back of the head! K3yla drops like a sack of flour, and the crowd booes and hisses the “platinum medalist”.
Ali: Call this match! That man tapped out.
Rumble: The ref didn’t see it. It is always legal if the ref doesn’t see it.
Ali: This is an outrage, this match should be over.
PPV is now a man with a mission. He lifts K3yla and gorilla presses her. Once, twice, thrice, four times, he continues to benchpress her above his head over and over before finally slamming her onto the mat. He then lifts her up, and does it all again, three more gorilla presses before slamming her to the mat. He cockily pins her.
Ali: This is despicable. The ref starts to count the pin. ONE!
Ali: TWO!
PPV purposefully breaks the pin attempt himself. The crowd is a chorus of rage, which the platinum medalist soaks in, gloating over his new position of power. He picks up K3yla and hits his DDT-bulldog combination once again. He goes down for a cover … but changes his mind, pulling K3yla up and shaking his head.
Rumble: That’s what I want to see! Platinum Peter Vincent isn’t happy enough to just beat K3yla. He has to prove something. Probably to that idiot Lex Lightkicker.
Ali: That’ll be hard to do, considering everyone at home and everyone with instant replay can see that he has already tapped out.
Rumble: Really? Looks like he is doing it fine now, and the match is still going.
K3yla, groggy, puts up a little offense with a left jab, the crowd cheering “Yes!” PPV touches his nose, not happy with being hit in the face, and responds with a slap, and the crowd responds “No!” K3yla gets back up and hits another jab. “Yes!” And PPV responds with a closed fist shot to her head. They continue to trade blows. “No!” “Yes!” “No!” “Yes!” “Yes!” “YES!” K3yla is getting back her momentum, but it is cut short by another wheelbarrow suplex from PPV. He signals that this match is over, lifts K3yla up and brings her crashing to the mat with the Platinum Drill.
Ali: This looks to be over, no one has kicked out of the Platinum Drill. ONE!
Ali: TWO!
Ali: THREE ---- NO! NO! At the last possible second, the ref sees K3yla’s foot on the ropes!
Rumble: No, PPV, wait, don’t …
Platinum Peter Vincent gets up and celebrates the nearly three-count, not realizing what happened. K3yla, just barely able to stir, gets a surge of adrenaline and grabs PPV with a drop toe-hold she converts into a Muta Lock! She has it locked in, center of the ring. PPV struggles, trying to free himself, but K3yla bounds up and down, cranking back on his legs and head, stretching his neck back. Finally … PPV has to submit.
Winner by pinfall -- K3yla!!
Ali: Incredible match, and the right wrestler won.
Rumble: Poppy cock! Ridiculous. I demand every kind of recount, re-check, and re-do!
Ali: I think all those things will show PPV tapping out earlier.
Rumble: … Do it all, but show it from the other side! That was a three-count!
Ali: And K3yla continues in the Gold Rush tournament.
As K3yla leaves to the back, slapping hands with fans along the entrance ramp, PPV yells at the ref and motions for something. A crewhand around the ring hands PPV a microphone. “You all may have been cheering for her, and that’s fine. I should have won, but that’s fine. I’ll win the title in the future. You see, I’ve been a little preoccupied. Someone has been on my mind. And next week on Jackpot, I’ll show you all my OWN ‘exposé.’”
Ali: What do you think he’s talking about?
Rumble: Don’t you pay attention to the dirt sheets?
Ali: Of course not. They are drek.
Rumble: Well, then you’ll need to wait and see next week like everyone else. Gold Rush Tournament Semi-Finals Match: Grundy v. K3yla Grundy along with Froggy Froggy Froggy wait in the ring as K3yla composes herself. She looks up and thanks the giant man, putting forward a hand to shake. He looks down and cocks his head, like an animal that doesn’t understand. He then reaches for K3yla’s face for a mandible claw. K3yla ducks under and counters with a backhand chop. Followed by another. Wanting to waste no time, K3yla goes behind Grundy, rushes him forward into the ropes, then rolls back with him, rolling him into a pin.
Ali: Grundy’s shoulders are down, and K3yla is trying to end this quickly. ONE!
Grundy explosively breaks out of the roll-up. K3yla, a house of fire, goes back to the backhand chops. Chops and more chops. Grundy, tired of the onslaught, rears back for a clothesline. But K3yla ducks it, and hooks Grundy’s arm! She then lifts him high on her back with a Gory Special.
Ali: Incredible resilience and strength shown by K3yla.
Rumble: I don’t understand why Grundy doesn’t just unleash on her. When you are a giant like that, you don’t need to worry about what the crowd, the ref, or your stupid frog has to think.
K3yla tries as she can to really do some damage to Grundy, but he is just too big for her, and eventually his weight makes her stumble down to a knee, breaking the hold. Grundy, unhappy, roars at K3yla, throwing her into the ropes. On the return, he tosses her high up in the air and brings her crashing down with a sitout chokebomb! Grundy smiles and tries to pin K3yla, but she rolls away and kips up. K3yla has a lot of fire left, and isn’t ready to finish her fight here. Backhand chops to Grundy are all but igored by the Backwoods Brute, but she keeps chopping away at him. Grundy grabs K3yla’s shoulder then delivers a big headbutt that sends K3yla to the mat. Grundy revs up for the Woodchipper, looking to finish K3yla. He picks her up by her hair … but K3yla reverses it! She throws her legs around Grundy’s head and drives him to the mat with a leglock DDT! And she floats over into another Muta Lock! Grundy is clearly wincing in pain, his tall body being cranked by the fierce wrestler he is facing.
Rumble: K3yla ended PPV with this move just a few minutes ago. Grundy is going to have to do something. Grab the ropes. Bite her arm. Do something!
Grundy roars and crawls his way across the ring, getting his long arm out to the bottom rope, forcing the referee to break the hold. As K3yla, groggy, tries to find some way to keep Grundy down, the backwoods brute shows incredible skill by rolling K3yla up for a pin with a schoolboy.
Ali: ONE!
Ali: And K3yla grabs the bottom rope herself.
Grundy and K3yla, now both to their feet, have the crowd roaring in anticipation. K3yla tries to whip Grundy into the ropes, but he counters. He pulls her towards him for a short-arm clothesline, but she ducks it, hitting the ropes. On the rebound, Grundy almost catches her with a big boot, but she slides underneath him and counters with a drop toe hold. K3yla locks in an STF. Grundy feels the effects of the STF as K3yla applies the pressure, pulling his head back as far as she can. Grundy desperately tries to make his way to the ropes, but he can’t see. He pulls himself forward, struggling, but can’t find respite. He yells “MAMA!” but only the crowd’s cheers for K3yla answer him back. It becomes too much, and the backwoods brute taps out.
Ali: Another impressive win by K3yla! She is on her way to face Candee, the only person who has beaten her in 777 Championship Wrestling.
Rumble: That’s right. And since Candee hasn’t lost a single time in the tournament, K3yla is going to have to beat her TWICE. No way she can do that, not after having to deal with Lockwood, PPV, and Grundy in one day.Winner by submission -- K3yla!! Jeremy Cleetus v. Truman “Making his way to the ring, worth approximately $1000.00, accompanied by "The Iron Horse" Jim Steed, Jeremy ‘the Pain Conductor’ Cleetus!”
“Making his way to the ring, worth approximately $924, Truman!” Jim Steed smiles big in his friend’s corner. He is confident in Cleetus, which is more than can be said for Amy Atom, who stands at the top of the ramp, watching.
Truman stands at the ring ropes, yelling at Amy on the ramp. Words can’t be made out, but Amy responds with a “I’m only trying to help you, Truman!” He keeps yelling, and Jeremy Cleetus just stands in the center of the ring, smiling and laughing. Eventually Truman turns around, only to be grabbed by Cleetus in the bear hug submission he used in the very first episode of Jackpot on Truman! Truman struggles, but Cleetus crushes the life out of him, slowly and surely.
Amy runs to the ring, slamming her hands on the apron and almost making her way into the ring, but Jim Steed catches her around the waist and pulls her back before she can get all the way in the ring. Truman tries to fight back with some elbow to Cleetus’ thick neck, but the “Pain Conductor” ignores it and just laughs, bouncing up and down and crushing Truman, until he has to submit.
Ali: And like that, Truman submits and Jeremy Cleetus is victorious!
Rumble: What a whirlwind.
Ali: It’s true. Cleetus’ career has been a shocking one.
Rumble: What? No, for Truman! If he and Amy don’t get on the same page, she may just leave him. And I know I certainly would love her company.
Cleetus and Jim Steed celebrate in the ring, a big bear of a man and a horse-faced Iron Man athlete. Truman slowly walks to the back, Amy Atom following behind him, silent.
Winner by submission -- Jeremy Cleetus!! Gold Rush Tournament Finals: Candee Thrasher v. K3yla -- K3yla must beat Candee Thrasher twice K3yla wastes no time and gives Candee a kick in her gut, then throws her into the Gory Special!
Ali: K3yla has been a house of fire tonight with her submission skills.
Rumble: Submissions don’t mean jack.
Ali: Rumble … why are you also so antagonistic?
Rumble: Shut up.
Candee Thrasher winces in pain as K3yla hulks up, pulling down on her arms, the muscles in her biceps rippling with awesome. Carla on the outside looks concerned, and seems to ask Candee something, but Candee vehemently shakes her head, refusing to give up. With a little effort, Candee gets her arm free, which she then uses to switch the hold, now putting K3yla in an armbar. K3yla has to break the Gory special. Candee runs the ropes. K3yla leapfrogs. Candee off on the return, but K3yla cartwheels and leg sweeps, sending Candee to the mat. K3yla is a house of fire, using this advantage to put Candee in the Muta Lock.
Ali: A true technician, K3yla has made multiple men tap out to the Muta Lock.
Rumble: Come on, Candee-baby, you gotta get out of this!
The Convicted struggles to break free, but is unsuccessful as K3yla wrenches back on her neck. Candee yells and scrambles to the ropes, but it looks like she may not be able to get there. Carla, worried for her sister, runs to the referee and yells at him. He argues with her for just a second, but shrugs and throws his fist.
Ali: K3yla has gotten the first fall. Now things are even.
Rumble: In no way are things “even,” Ali. Carla threw in the towel for her sister.
Ali: That’s what managers do, Rumble.
Rumble: Who says she’s a manager? She comes out and supports other wrestlers, and now makes her own sister lose.
Candee ducks out of the ring as K3yla takes a moment to breath. The two twins start to yell, with Candee clearly wanting Carla to leave. Carla throws her hands down, “FINE!” and she walks to the back as the bell sounds for the second fall.
Candee, not noticing is in danger of getting counted out!
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K3yla rolls out of the ring, then rolls back in, stopping the count. She runs out to Candee, putting a hand on her shoulder. Candee, infuriated, decks K3yla with a haymaker. Candee casually rolls into the ring and waits as the referee now counts again.
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K3yla starts to stir, and you can see that she got busted open as some blood is in her hair and on her forehead.
K3yla tries to make her way to the ring, groggy.
She’s at the ring steps.
And K3yla tumbles between the ropes, making it in just in time. Candee Thrasher takes her time getting to her opponent, before kneeling down and thumbing K3yla in the eye, before smashing the back of her head into the mat repeatedly until the referee pulls Thrasher off. Candee gets back down and pulls K3yla up for a pin.
Ali: ONE!
K3yla, clearly a little hot, shoves Candee Thrasher off and breaks out of the pin. She gets to her feet quickly, and before Thrasher can do anything, she knocks her upside the head with a European uppercut. Followed by another. And a third, that knocks Candee off her feet. K3yla roars as the crowd cheers, giving her much needed energy. Candee Thrasher catches K3yla by surprise with a Leg Sweep, but K3yla leaps over Candee and rolls her up for a pin attempt.
Ali: ONE! And K3yla looks upset as Candee Thrasher kicks out of the pin.
Candee Thrasher gets the upperhand with a haymaker that brings K3yla to her knees. And another, punching right on the open wound at K3yla’s hairline. On the third, K3yla catches Candee’s fist, then counters with a leg sweep and a float-over DDT. As Candee gets to her feet, K3yla is a house of fire with European uppercut after uppercut, pushing Candeee back into a corner. From there, K3yla hooks Candee’s head and does a running turnbuckle bulldog-DDT. K3yla goes for a pin, but Candee knocks K3yla feet out from under her. Both women on their knees, Candee backhand chops K3yla. K3yla returns it. Candee gives another. K3yla returns with her own. Candee looks to give K3yla another eye rake, but k3yla kips up and kicks Candee right in the temple. Candee drops. K3yla looks about surprised, before pointing to the top turnbuckle and slapping her elbow.
Ali: I think k3yla is ready to end this once and for all with a G.E.D.
Rumble: Come on Candee, be playing possum! Pop up and take her out!
K3yla climbs to the top and leaps off, dropping her elbow right in Candee’s gut with the G.E.D.! The ref slides into place as K3yla hooks Candee’s leg.
Ali: ONE!
Rumble: GET UP, CANDEE, GET UP!
Ali: TWO!
Rumble: No, it can’t be her, it can’t be k3yla, get up!
Ali: THREE!! K3yla is the first every 777 Heavyweight Champion!
WINNER and FIRST 777 Heavyweight Chamion -- K3yla!! Fireworks go off and K3yla’s music plays as confetti and fake $7 bills rain down over the crowd! An emotional K3yla has her hand raised as the fans celebrate with her. Quentin Ohmega makes his way down with the 777 Heavyweight Championship belt. He passes Candee Thrasher and shakes her hand, whispering something in her ear, before heading into the ring. K3yla, tearfilled and stained a little red with blood, smiles big, the accomplishment not lost on her. Ohmega hands her the belt and lifts her hand high. He then leaves the ring, letting K3yla celebrate.
But …
The lights go black as the music plays. From the entrance ramp, a single full moon rises with fog, until a huge flash of white light and a …
Appears in the fog. It howls as K3yla looks on, mystified. With a burst of speed, the wolf-furry races down to the ring and enters in the ring … before he slams into K3yla with full force. With her down on the mat, the wolf slams K3yla’s head into the mat over and over again. The furry lifts K3yla high above its head, howling, before falling onto its back and bringing k3yla crashing down with a devastating gutbuster.
Ali: What the hell is going on? Who is that?
From there, the wolf throws K3yla into the ropes, then catches her with a Lou Thesz press and ferociously beats on her. The wolf rears back and howls, then drags the first every 777 Heavyweight Champion to the turnbuckles, lifts her up, and puts her in a Tree of Woe. From there, the wolf animalistically runs on all fours to the corner, before rushing back and baseball sliding into K3yla’s face, then choking her down.
Ali: That … that looks like … we’ve seen that maneuver before!
As the pulls the furry wolf back, the wolf rips off his head … revealing Lucas Thrope! He howls in the corner as the credits roll.
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