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PRESENTS
TAP OUT WRESTLING 21: NOMAD VS POENA II
Date: 2nd June 2024
Venue: Lansky Ballrom, The Sands Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada
Attendance: 10000 (SOLD OUT!!!)
Voice: Tonight, sees the end of an era that upset the odds from the start….
Tap Out 1
Jason Long vs Close Collins
He looks downwards to pick his time when Collins is exposing his belly trying to get up… BUT CLOSE COLLINS HAS A TON OF CORE STRENGTH AND HE SITS ALL THE WAY UP FROM THE POSITION! COLLINS PUNCHES LONG IN THE BREADBASKET TO STUN THE IRISHMAN, THEN A SECOND TIME BEFORE REACHING UP AND LAUNCHING LONG ACROSS THE RING, KEEPING HOLD OF THE TOP ROPE WITH HIS LEGS!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Steve Morrison: SPIDER GERMAN SUPLEX!
Cross Recoba: That’s the problem with high risk. Sometimes it pays off, sometimes it doesn’t.
Steve Morrison: You have to marvel at the strength of Close Collins.
Cross Recoba: My scouting network picks only the best.
Collins hauls himself up to the top rope and turns, keeping a close eye on Jason Long. He breathes in deeply and LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE, TRAVELLING FORWARDS BUT FLIPPING BACKWARDS AS HE LANDS FLUSH ACROSS JASON LONG’S CHEST!
ONE!
T.. NO! COLLINS FLOATS OVER RATHER THAN COVER AND LOCKS IN A HALF NELSON BLOOD CHOKE!
Steve Morrison: THE KATAHAJIME! LAST CALL! LAST CALL!
The referee gets down to check on Long whose eyes are bulging as Collins fidgets around with the judo choke, wiggling around to find the perfect position to keep his facelocking arm right over Jason’s carotid artery. Long feels himself fading..
AND TAPS.
Laura Messier: The winner of the match, by submission, CLOOOOOSE COOOOOLIIIINS!
The crowd bursts into a round of applause for both men's efforts in the match.
Steve Morrison: A victory for the debuting Collins.
Cross Recoba: I think this guy has a bright future in the industry. Jason Long is a hell of a competitor and it’s a great achievement to overcome him in your first match.
Steve Morrison: We shall have to wait and see.
Jason Long vs Close Collins
He looks downwards to pick his time when Collins is exposing his belly trying to get up… BUT CLOSE COLLINS HAS A TON OF CORE STRENGTH AND HE SITS ALL THE WAY UP FROM THE POSITION! COLLINS PUNCHES LONG IN THE BREADBASKET TO STUN THE IRISHMAN, THEN A SECOND TIME BEFORE REACHING UP AND LAUNCHING LONG ACROSS THE RING, KEEPING HOLD OF THE TOP ROPE WITH HIS LEGS!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Steve Morrison: SPIDER GERMAN SUPLEX!
Cross Recoba: That’s the problem with high risk. Sometimes it pays off, sometimes it doesn’t.
Steve Morrison: You have to marvel at the strength of Close Collins.
Cross Recoba: My scouting network picks only the best.
Collins hauls himself up to the top rope and turns, keeping a close eye on Jason Long. He breathes in deeply and LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE, TRAVELLING FORWARDS BUT FLIPPING BACKWARDS AS HE LANDS FLUSH ACROSS JASON LONG’S CHEST!
ONE!
T.. NO! COLLINS FLOATS OVER RATHER THAN COVER AND LOCKS IN A HALF NELSON BLOOD CHOKE!
Steve Morrison: THE KATAHAJIME! LAST CALL! LAST CALL!
The referee gets down to check on Long whose eyes are bulging as Collins fidgets around with the judo choke, wiggling around to find the perfect position to keep his facelocking arm right over Jason’s carotid artery. Long feels himself fading..
AND TAPS.
Laura Messier: The winner of the match, by submission, CLOOOOOSE COOOOOLIIIINS!
The crowd bursts into a round of applause for both men's efforts in the match.
Steve Morrison: A victory for the debuting Collins.
Cross Recoba: I think this guy has a bright future in the industry. Jason Long is a hell of a competitor and it’s a great achievement to overcome him in your first match.
Steve Morrison: We shall have to wait and see.
Voice: Home to household names and creator of its own…
Tap Out Wrestling 2
Jackalope/Adrien Cochrane vs Brad Kane/Tommy Strychnine
With both his opponents down, Jackalope goes straight for the ring apron and pumps up the crowd with some trademark bouncing on the ring apron before he slings himself up onto the top rope and bounces off into a beautiful forward travelling backflip, catching Tommy Strychnine around the neck as he falls…
AND BRAD KANE SPINS AND BACKFISTS JACKALOPE MID-MOVE, INTERCEPTING HIS FINISH WITH ONE OF HIS OWN! KANE SLINGS STRYCHININE INTO THE CORNER TO BLOCK ADRIEN COCHRANE FROM ENTERING AND COVERS…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jackalope/Adrien Cochrane vs Brad Kane/Tommy Strychnine
With both his opponents down, Jackalope goes straight for the ring apron and pumps up the crowd with some trademark bouncing on the ring apron before he slings himself up onto the top rope and bounces off into a beautiful forward travelling backflip, catching Tommy Strychnine around the neck as he falls…
AND BRAD KANE SPINS AND BACKFISTS JACKALOPE MID-MOVE, INTERCEPTING HIS FINISH WITH ONE OF HIS OWN! KANE SLINGS STRYCHININE INTO THE CORNER TO BLOCK ADRIEN COCHRANE FROM ENTERING AND COVERS…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Voice: The birthplace of feuds that span over years…
Tap Out Wrestling 3
Nomad vs Poena
The referee again is forced to physically separate the two combatants physically. Poena IMMEDIATELY squares up to him. Referee Quinn points to the badge on his shirt and Poena, his face crimson with anger, loudly seethes, emitting a low growling noise. Quinn jabs his finger out accumulatively at Poena… AND POENA GRABS HIS HAND.
Steve Morrison: Oh no. Nonononononononono.
Cross Recoba: I don’t like where this is going one bit.
The crowd goes silent, deathly silent as Poena twists the referee’s hand round so the fingers are pointing upwards. He places one hand around the index and middle fingers, the slides the restraining hand up to grab the pinkie and ring. No one is making a sound. And then…
SNAP!
Poena decides to attempt to spit the referee’s hand apart by its centreline. The 6’5 referee drops to the mat HOWLING in pain. Poena turns back to NOMAD and goes straight for a full mount, laying in lefts and rights. NOMAD sweeps the legs and takes top position, laying in hammerfist after hammerfist, Mark Coleman style. Poena flips the pile again, going utterly HAM with wild, untamed strikes. NOMAD sweeps again and with top position starts laying down short forearms, driving his overdeveloped flexor digitorum repeatedly into Poena’s nose. The referee rolls out of the ring, holding his hand and limply signals for the bell.
DINGDINGDING!
Laura Messier: The winner of this match by DISQUALIFICATION, NOOOOOOOMAAAAAAAAAAAAD!
The two combatants in the ring aren’t letting a little thing like the match being stopped halt their little spree of violence. Punches and headbutts and forearms and elbows are thrown and keep being thrown until the surprisingly effective casino security comes out to separate the pair.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Nomad vs Poena
The referee again is forced to physically separate the two combatants physically. Poena IMMEDIATELY squares up to him. Referee Quinn points to the badge on his shirt and Poena, his face crimson with anger, loudly seethes, emitting a low growling noise. Quinn jabs his finger out accumulatively at Poena… AND POENA GRABS HIS HAND.
Steve Morrison: Oh no. Nonononononononono.
Cross Recoba: I don’t like where this is going one bit.
The crowd goes silent, deathly silent as Poena twists the referee’s hand round so the fingers are pointing upwards. He places one hand around the index and middle fingers, the slides the restraining hand up to grab the pinkie and ring. No one is making a sound. And then…
SNAP!
Poena decides to attempt to spit the referee’s hand apart by its centreline. The 6’5 referee drops to the mat HOWLING in pain. Poena turns back to NOMAD and goes straight for a full mount, laying in lefts and rights. NOMAD sweeps the legs and takes top position, laying in hammerfist after hammerfist, Mark Coleman style. Poena flips the pile again, going utterly HAM with wild, untamed strikes. NOMAD sweeps again and with top position starts laying down short forearms, driving his overdeveloped flexor digitorum repeatedly into Poena’s nose. The referee rolls out of the ring, holding his hand and limply signals for the bell.
DINGDINGDING!
Laura Messier: The winner of this match by DISQUALIFICATION, NOOOOOOOMAAAAAAAAAAAAD!
The two combatants in the ring aren’t letting a little thing like the match being stopped halt their little spree of violence. Punches and headbutts and forearms and elbows are thrown and keep being thrown until the surprisingly effective casino security comes out to separate the pair.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Voice: Pitting enemies together…
Tap Out Wrestling 4
Poena/NOMAD vs Erin Gordon/Brad Kane
With NOMAD down from the devastating combo, Brad Kane knows he needs Erin’s help again to win the match. Erin is standing, slowly, still clutching her back. BK stands and carefully positions himself to a side of where Poena will end up standing and looks at Erin while he pumps his fist like a shotgun. Erin slowly, carefully walks over to the other side and Brad audibly counts, “ONE, TWO…” and on THREE both Kane and Gordon spin in opposite directions, SMASHING POENA IN THE FACE IN HIGH QUALITY STEREO!
Steve Morrison: BK BACKFIST AND NOR’EASTER!
Poena drops to the mat and Kane turns to Erin, about to tell her to make the pin… but while all of that was going on, NOMAD has had time to get himself standing and HE CHARGES AT THE BACKFISTING DUO WITH A BRUTAL, SAVAGE, FEROCIOUS, TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE DOUBLE LAAAAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOO FROM HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL! NOMAD surveys the situation and knowing who the legal pair are he hoists POENA off the mat and HITS HIS OWN PARTNER WITH A POP UP DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ON TOP OF ERIN’S PRONE BODY! NOMAD dives on top of Brad Kane as Poena is left in a kind of improvised back press on the squished Erin Gordon…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*DING* *DING* *DING*
Poena/NOMAD vs Erin Gordon/Brad Kane
With NOMAD down from the devastating combo, Brad Kane knows he needs Erin’s help again to win the match. Erin is standing, slowly, still clutching her back. BK stands and carefully positions himself to a side of where Poena will end up standing and looks at Erin while he pumps his fist like a shotgun. Erin slowly, carefully walks over to the other side and Brad audibly counts, “ONE, TWO…” and on THREE both Kane and Gordon spin in opposite directions, SMASHING POENA IN THE FACE IN HIGH QUALITY STEREO!
Steve Morrison: BK BACKFIST AND NOR’EASTER!
Poena drops to the mat and Kane turns to Erin, about to tell her to make the pin… but while all of that was going on, NOMAD has had time to get himself standing and HE CHARGES AT THE BACKFISTING DUO WITH A BRUTAL, SAVAGE, FEROCIOUS, TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE DOUBLE LAAAAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOO FROM HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL! NOMAD surveys the situation and knowing who the legal pair are he hoists POENA off the mat and HITS HIS OWN PARTNER WITH A POP UP DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ON TOP OF ERIN’S PRONE BODY! NOMAD dives on top of Brad Kane as Poena is left in a kind of improvised back press on the squished Erin Gordon…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*DING* *DING* *DING*
Voice: Forcing people to go beyond their limit to stand out…
Tap Out Wrestling 5
Tommy Strychnine vs Wildcat Capone
Staggering back, the Rocker is helpless to stop Capone hitting a lifting tackle that takes him into the corner.
Steve Morrison: Almost a rugby tackle there as he dumps Tommy into the turnbuckles!
Cross Recoba: Wildcat needs this offensive play to work as I can’t see him being able to hit another one of this intensity.
Capone connects with alternating rights and lefts to the jaw of Strych and finishes with a headbutt.
Steve Morrison: That sickening thud goes right through you.
Cross Recoba: It is, however, highly effective.
Rearing back, CAPONE LANDS A HUGE SPLASH IN THE CORNER!
Steve Morrison: Wildcat has a rhythm going…
Lifting his opponent to the top-rope, Wildcat follows….
Cross Recoba: Is he going to put an exclamation mark on the match?
TOP ROPE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!!!!!
Steve Morrison: TOP-ROPE TO PIMP A BUTTERFLY!!
He hooks the leg…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
“Big” John Quinn calls for the bell.
Laura Messier:: The winner of this match, as a result of a pinfall…WILDCAT….CAPONE!!!!
“Bitch don’t kill my vibe” by Lemar starts to play across the ballroom. Quinn grabs the hand of Capone to raise it. Tommy is still flat on his back as he sees his tournament hopes fade.
Steve Morrison: A lifeline for Adrien!
Cross Recoba: And a great debut for Wildcat!
Tommy Strychnine vs Wildcat Capone
Staggering back, the Rocker is helpless to stop Capone hitting a lifting tackle that takes him into the corner.
Steve Morrison: Almost a rugby tackle there as he dumps Tommy into the turnbuckles!
Cross Recoba: Wildcat needs this offensive play to work as I can’t see him being able to hit another one of this intensity.
Capone connects with alternating rights and lefts to the jaw of Strych and finishes with a headbutt.
Steve Morrison: That sickening thud goes right through you.
Cross Recoba: It is, however, highly effective.
Rearing back, CAPONE LANDS A HUGE SPLASH IN THE CORNER!
Steve Morrison: Wildcat has a rhythm going…
Lifting his opponent to the top-rope, Wildcat follows….
Cross Recoba: Is he going to put an exclamation mark on the match?
TOP ROPE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!!!!!
Steve Morrison: TOP-ROPE TO PIMP A BUTTERFLY!!
He hooks the leg…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
“Big” John Quinn calls for the bell.
Laura Messier:: The winner of this match, as a result of a pinfall…WILDCAT….CAPONE!!!!
“Bitch don’t kill my vibe” by Lemar starts to play across the ballroom. Quinn grabs the hand of Capone to raise it. Tommy is still flat on his back as he sees his tournament hopes fade.
Steve Morrison: A lifeline for Adrien!
Cross Recoba: And a great debut for Wildcat!
Voice: Home to Icons…
Tap Out Wrestling 6
Jack Diamond vs Close Collins
Really feeling it now, Close Collins stands incredibly quickly and just throws Jack Diamond face first into the corner. Diamond slumps on the ropes and Collins follows up by charging in at him and planting a leaping forearm right into the back of Jack Diamond’s skull. Close grabs Diamond about the waist and plants him on the top turnbuckle, looking to end this match the most definitive way possible. CLOSE SCURRIES UP THE ROPES AND PROPELS JACK DIAMOND OFF WITH A SPIDER GERMAN SUPLEX!
Steve Morrison: CLOSER! CLOSER! CLOSER!
...BUT JACK DIAMOND OVER ROTATES AND FLIPS OUT OF THE MOVE! CLOSE COLLINS IS UNAWARE OF WHAT IS HAPPENING BEHIND HIM AS HE STARTS TO DRAW HIS BODY UP.. AND JACK DIAMOND REACHES UP AND SNAGS CLOSE’S HEAD IN A HANGMAN’S NECKBREAKER POSITION! JACK JUMPS FORWARD AND SITS OUT DRIVING THE BACK OF CLOSE’S HEAD AND THE TOP OF HIS NECK INTO JACK’S SHOULDER!
Steve Morrison: INVERTED STACKED DECK! INVERTED STACKED DECK!
AND KNOWING FULL WELL HOW TO PIN SOMEONE OFF A MOVE THAT DRAGS YOUR OPPONENT OUT OF THE CORNER JACK GRABS BOTH OF CLOSE’S LEGS AND APPLY A JACKKNIFE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jack Diamond vs Close Collins
Really feeling it now, Close Collins stands incredibly quickly and just throws Jack Diamond face first into the corner. Diamond slumps on the ropes and Collins follows up by charging in at him and planting a leaping forearm right into the back of Jack Diamond’s skull. Close grabs Diamond about the waist and plants him on the top turnbuckle, looking to end this match the most definitive way possible. CLOSE SCURRIES UP THE ROPES AND PROPELS JACK DIAMOND OFF WITH A SPIDER GERMAN SUPLEX!
Steve Morrison: CLOSER! CLOSER! CLOSER!
...BUT JACK DIAMOND OVER ROTATES AND FLIPS OUT OF THE MOVE! CLOSE COLLINS IS UNAWARE OF WHAT IS HAPPENING BEHIND HIM AS HE STARTS TO DRAW HIS BODY UP.. AND JACK DIAMOND REACHES UP AND SNAGS CLOSE’S HEAD IN A HANGMAN’S NECKBREAKER POSITION! JACK JUMPS FORWARD AND SITS OUT DRIVING THE BACK OF CLOSE’S HEAD AND THE TOP OF HIS NECK INTO JACK’S SHOULDER!
Steve Morrison: INVERTED STACKED DECK! INVERTED STACKED DECK!
AND KNOWING FULL WELL HOW TO PIN SOMEONE OFF A MOVE THAT DRAGS YOUR OPPONENT OUT OF THE CORNER JACK GRABS BOTH OF CLOSE’S LEGS AND APPLY A JACKKNIFE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Voice: Driver of obsessions…
Tap Out Wrestling 7
Jack Diamond vs Poena
Quinn once more warns Poena but he looks nothing other than puzzled by the admonishment. He pounces on Diamond and spins him as he thrusts him atop the turnbuckle.
Steve Morrison: This looks bad…
Poena scales the turnbuckles.
Cross Recoba: If Jack ever needed to pull something deep out of his locker, now is the time…
Scooping The Icon onto his shoulder, he perches on the top rope.
Steve Morrison: This isn’t even a match-ender, this could take Jack out of the End of Days tournament too!
Cross Recoba: There isn’t much room to escape at this point…
He takes a step back…MODIFIED TOP ROPE SHOULDER BREAKER!!!
Steve Morrison: OH MY GOD! Diamond has just been obliterated with that move!
Jack Diamond vs Poena
Quinn once more warns Poena but he looks nothing other than puzzled by the admonishment. He pounces on Diamond and spins him as he thrusts him atop the turnbuckle.
Steve Morrison: This looks bad…
Poena scales the turnbuckles.
Cross Recoba: If Jack ever needed to pull something deep out of his locker, now is the time…
Scooping The Icon onto his shoulder, he perches on the top rope.
Steve Morrison: This isn’t even a match-ender, this could take Jack out of the End of Days tournament too!
Cross Recoba: There isn’t much room to escape at this point…
He takes a step back…MODIFIED TOP ROPE SHOULDER BREAKER!!!
Steve Morrison: OH MY GOD! Diamond has just been obliterated with that move!
Voice: Father of epics…
Tap Out Wrestling 8
Jack Diamond vs Jason Long
ot wanting to waste a second of time, Jack quickly grabs Jason Long around the waist and hoists him up onto the top rope. The Ace of Spades reaches up and locks up Jason Long’s head. JACK DIAMOND DRAGS JASON LONG OFF THE TOP ROPE IN A THREE QUARTER FACELOCK, CRASHING THE IRISHMAN INTO THE MAT…
Steve Morrison: STACKED DECK!
...BUT JASON LONG KNOWS HOW TO TAKE THE MOVE! HE SWINGS HIS LEGS FORWARDS WITH THE MOMENTUM OF BEING HAULED OFF THE ROPES AND THROWS HIS LEGS AROUND JACK DIAMOND’S BODY TO BLOCK THE IMPACT OF THE STACKED DECK!
Steve Morrison: NO!
Cross Recoba: WHAT… A… COUNTER!
With Jason Long stuck to his back like a limpet, Jack Diamond simply falls backwards, splatting Jason Long’s body onto the mat in an uncomfortable back press…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO! LONG GETS A SHOULDER UP! Long wriggles to reposition higher up Jack Diamond’s body as The Ace of Spades grits his teeth and gets slowly to a knee. Then to another knee. Bearing the full weight of Long, Jack JUST FLOPS BACKWARDS TO THE MAT, CRASHING JASON LONG DOWN AGAIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO! JASON LONG GRABS ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE AS THE PAIR ARE STILL NOT FAR ENOUGH AWAY FROM THE CORNER!
Steve Morrison: OH MY GOD THAT WAS CLOSE!
It’s back to the well once more as Jack Diamond stresses and strains, Long not giving up the vice-like grip despite being repeatedly dropped flat on the mat. Diamond slowly, ever so slowly peels in his other foot before staggering backwards, Long’s weight feeling like a 400lb behemoth to the tired Ace of Spades. Jack tries to jump backwards again…
BUT JASON LONG REACHES UP AND AROUND AND SNAGS JACK DIAMOND’S HEAD! DIAMOND JUST DROPS TO HIS KNEES IN ANGUISH AS JASON LONG STARTS TO APPLY PRESSURE WITH A HEAVILY MODIFIED DRAGON SLEEPER! JACK DIAMOND COLLAPSES SIDEWAYS TO THE MAT, LONG GRASPING HIM, COBRA LIKE…
Steve Morrison: SANCTIFICATION! SANCTIFICATION! SANCTIFICATION!
Diamond is fading, and fading fast. Long’s eyes are almost glazed over, his focus purely on holding on to the submission rather than the noise and everything else going on.
JACK DIAMOND IS OUT OF OPTIONS!
JACK!
TAPS!
OUT!
Steve Morrison: JACK TAPS! JASON LONG HAS WON T|HIS ABSOLUTE WAR!
Jack Diamond vs Jason Long
ot wanting to waste a second of time, Jack quickly grabs Jason Long around the waist and hoists him up onto the top rope. The Ace of Spades reaches up and locks up Jason Long’s head. JACK DIAMOND DRAGS JASON LONG OFF THE TOP ROPE IN A THREE QUARTER FACELOCK, CRASHING THE IRISHMAN INTO THE MAT…
Steve Morrison: STACKED DECK!
...BUT JASON LONG KNOWS HOW TO TAKE THE MOVE! HE SWINGS HIS LEGS FORWARDS WITH THE MOMENTUM OF BEING HAULED OFF THE ROPES AND THROWS HIS LEGS AROUND JACK DIAMOND’S BODY TO BLOCK THE IMPACT OF THE STACKED DECK!
Steve Morrison: NO!
Cross Recoba: WHAT… A… COUNTER!
With Jason Long stuck to his back like a limpet, Jack Diamond simply falls backwards, splatting Jason Long’s body onto the mat in an uncomfortable back press…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO! LONG GETS A SHOULDER UP! Long wriggles to reposition higher up Jack Diamond’s body as The Ace of Spades grits his teeth and gets slowly to a knee. Then to another knee. Bearing the full weight of Long, Jack JUST FLOPS BACKWARDS TO THE MAT, CRASHING JASON LONG DOWN AGAIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO! JASON LONG GRABS ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE AS THE PAIR ARE STILL NOT FAR ENOUGH AWAY FROM THE CORNER!
Steve Morrison: OH MY GOD THAT WAS CLOSE!
It’s back to the well once more as Jack Diamond stresses and strains, Long not giving up the vice-like grip despite being repeatedly dropped flat on the mat. Diamond slowly, ever so slowly peels in his other foot before staggering backwards, Long’s weight feeling like a 400lb behemoth to the tired Ace of Spades. Jack tries to jump backwards again…
BUT JASON LONG REACHES UP AND AROUND AND SNAGS JACK DIAMOND’S HEAD! DIAMOND JUST DROPS TO HIS KNEES IN ANGUISH AS JASON LONG STARTS TO APPLY PRESSURE WITH A HEAVILY MODIFIED DRAGON SLEEPER! JACK DIAMOND COLLAPSES SIDEWAYS TO THE MAT, LONG GRASPING HIM, COBRA LIKE…
Steve Morrison: SANCTIFICATION! SANCTIFICATION! SANCTIFICATION!
Diamond is fading, and fading fast. Long’s eyes are almost glazed over, his focus purely on holding on to the submission rather than the noise and everything else going on.
JACK DIAMOND IS OUT OF OPTIONS!
JACK!
TAPS!
OUT!
Steve Morrison: JACK TAPS! JASON LONG HAS WON T|HIS ABSOLUTE WAR!
Voice: Hotter than fire…
Tap Out Wrestling 9
Deep in the bowels of the arena, Jackalope wakes up to find himself tied to a chair. He looks around to see Skulltaker by the door and Isabella von Krauss standing in front of a luggage rack that has been decked out with symbols. Isabella has a book in one hand and a blade in the other. She turns around to smile at Jackalope.
Isabella von Krauss: I’m glad that you have finally rejoined us.
Jackalope: This is a mistake. It won’t listen to you. It will just destroy this world! Stop this madness!
Isabella just licks her lips, her eyes bright with madness.
Isabella von Krauss: You don’t know how powerful I am! I forced the Von Krausses to accept me. I can force a world-destroying monster to be subservient to me!
Jackalope: You are wrong. Esmeralda found you amusing, not a threat!
Isabella von Krauss: That’s what you think!
She turns her back to him and begins speaking in a language that has been dead for eons. The inside of the luggage cart begins to form an energy sheen like a film across the opening of the rack. Isabella sets the book down and walks over to the struggling Jackalope.
Isabella von Krauss: The stage is set, Jackalope. All I need to open the way to your home is the key…
Jackalope: You fucking idiot! It will not listen to you!
She slowly runs the blade across Jackalope’s chest, drawing blood that coats the knife. She takes the blade and walks back over to the luggage rack to flick the blood at the energy veil. There is a sound like the rending of flesh as the veil tears itself open to reveal a burnt out landscape that might have been a city once. A roar echoes in the distance, coming closer as it is drawn by the energy of the portal. Isabella drops the knife.
Isabella von Krauss: I will be Queen of a Multiverse, Jackalope. QUEEN!
She drops the blade and steps through the portal to the other side. We do not see the monster that destroyed the world, just a shadow that overcomes everything. Isabella looks up, grinning madly.
Isabella von Krauss: I have worked long and hard to come to this place! Serve me and we shall rule the multiverse together!
There is a roar and a stream of fire that descends upon Isabella, completely engulfing her in its destructive power. She screams in a mixture of horror and pain before going silent. The fire goes away and not even a charred corpse remains.
Deep in the bowels of the arena, Jackalope wakes up to find himself tied to a chair. He looks around to see Skulltaker by the door and Isabella von Krauss standing in front of a luggage rack that has been decked out with symbols. Isabella has a book in one hand and a blade in the other. She turns around to smile at Jackalope.
Isabella von Krauss: I’m glad that you have finally rejoined us.
Jackalope: This is a mistake. It won’t listen to you. It will just destroy this world! Stop this madness!
Isabella just licks her lips, her eyes bright with madness.
Isabella von Krauss: You don’t know how powerful I am! I forced the Von Krausses to accept me. I can force a world-destroying monster to be subservient to me!
Jackalope: You are wrong. Esmeralda found you amusing, not a threat!
Isabella von Krauss: That’s what you think!
She turns her back to him and begins speaking in a language that has been dead for eons. The inside of the luggage cart begins to form an energy sheen like a film across the opening of the rack. Isabella sets the book down and walks over to the struggling Jackalope.
Isabella von Krauss: The stage is set, Jackalope. All I need to open the way to your home is the key…
Jackalope: You fucking idiot! It will not listen to you!
She slowly runs the blade across Jackalope’s chest, drawing blood that coats the knife. She takes the blade and walks back over to the luggage rack to flick the blood at the energy veil. There is a sound like the rending of flesh as the veil tears itself open to reveal a burnt out landscape that might have been a city once. A roar echoes in the distance, coming closer as it is drawn by the energy of the portal. Isabella drops the knife.
Isabella von Krauss: I will be Queen of a Multiverse, Jackalope. QUEEN!
She drops the blade and steps through the portal to the other side. We do not see the monster that destroyed the world, just a shadow that overcomes everything. Isabella looks up, grinning madly.
Isabella von Krauss: I have worked long and hard to come to this place! Serve me and we shall rule the multiverse together!
There is a roar and a stream of fire that descends upon Isabella, completely engulfing her in its destructive power. She screams in a mixture of horror and pain before going silent. The fire goes away and not even a charred corpse remains.
Voice: Pusher of limits…
Tap Out Wrestling 10
Jack Diamond vs Poena II
Again, as Jack stands he moves his left arm in slow, deliberate movements, attempting to increase the blood flow through Poena’s match long target to speed up removing any numbness contained within. Poena is, again, a little slow to get up so The Icon uses every free second available to recover before slipping behind The Twisted Genius and grabbing a one armed back waistlock. Jack ducks his body low, allowing his legs to do the extra work as he ARCHES BACKWARDS AND HIT POENA WITH A GOD DAMNED ONE ARM GERMAN SUPLEX! Jack rolls over to cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO! Poena kicks out.
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Jack Diamond vs Poena II
Again, as Jack stands he moves his left arm in slow, deliberate movements, attempting to increase the blood flow through Poena’s match long target to speed up removing any numbness contained within. Poena is, again, a little slow to get up so The Icon uses every free second available to recover before slipping behind The Twisted Genius and grabbing a one armed back waistlock. Jack ducks his body low, allowing his legs to do the extra work as he ARCHES BACKWARDS AND HIT POENA WITH A GOD DAMNED ONE ARM GERMAN SUPLEX! Jack rolls over to cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO! Poena kicks out.
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Voice: A haven for wrestling…
Tap Out Wrestling 11
Spike Kane vs Random McConalogue
Steve Morrison: He’s calling for the Spike Impaler.
Breathing heavily, possibly through exertion, possibly because he’s just breathing in the atmosphere, Spike grabs Random around the waist and hoists her up, looking to drive the Infrequent Flyer down into the mat in an uncomfortably savage fashion. SPIKE KANE SITS OUT, DRIVING RANDOM DOWN VERTICALLY WHILE TURNING HIS OWN BODY ROUND IN MID AIR TO PANCAKE THE POOR RANDOM WITH THE SPIKE IMPALER…
...AND RANDOM SLIPS LOOSE AS SPIKE FALLS AND SNAPS HER LEGS ROUND HIS LOOSE ARM!
Steve Morrison: ARMBAR!
Cross Recoba: Armbar!
Steve Morrison: ArmBAR!
Cross Recoba: ARMbar!
RANDOM, AS QUICK AS A FLASH STEPS UP, OVER AND THROUGH, CRADLING SPIKE WITH LA MAGISTRAL!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
Steve Morrison: RANDOM WINS! OUT OF ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE! LA MAGISTRAL TAKES IT.
Spike Kane vs Random McConalogue
Steve Morrison: He’s calling for the Spike Impaler.
Breathing heavily, possibly through exertion, possibly because he’s just breathing in the atmosphere, Spike grabs Random around the waist and hoists her up, looking to drive the Infrequent Flyer down into the mat in an uncomfortably savage fashion. SPIKE KANE SITS OUT, DRIVING RANDOM DOWN VERTICALLY WHILE TURNING HIS OWN BODY ROUND IN MID AIR TO PANCAKE THE POOR RANDOM WITH THE SPIKE IMPALER…
...AND RANDOM SLIPS LOOSE AS SPIKE FALLS AND SNAPS HER LEGS ROUND HIS LOOSE ARM!
Steve Morrison: ARMBAR!
Cross Recoba: Armbar!
Steve Morrison: ArmBAR!
Cross Recoba: ARMbar!
RANDOM, AS QUICK AS A FLASH STEPS UP, OVER AND THROUGH, CRADLING SPIKE WITH LA MAGISTRAL!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
Steve Morrison: RANDOM WINS! OUT OF ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE! LA MAGISTRAL TAKES IT.
Voice: Champion of the underdog…
Tap Out Wrestling 12
Jack Diamond vs Tommy Strychnine
Jack lifts Tommy to the top turnbuckle as the crowd noise hits a crescendo. He reaches back to grab the head of Strych. TOMMY HEADBUTTS HIM AND GRABS HIS HEAD!
Steve Morrison: Strych’s battling to stay in this!
THE CHALLENGER DRAGS JACK BACK AND LIFTS
Cross Recoba: Surely not…
….SUPER INVERTED USHIGOROSHI!!!
Steve Morrison: HOLY DRIVER FROM THE TOP!!!!
Jack Diamond vs Tommy Strychnine
Jack lifts Tommy to the top turnbuckle as the crowd noise hits a crescendo. He reaches back to grab the head of Strych. TOMMY HEADBUTTS HIM AND GRABS HIS HEAD!
Steve Morrison: Strych’s battling to stay in this!
THE CHALLENGER DRAGS JACK BACK AND LIFTS
Cross Recoba: Surely not…
….SUPER INVERTED USHIGOROSHI!!!
Steve Morrison: HOLY DRIVER FROM THE TOP!!!!
Voice: Mother of break-neck action…
Tap Out Wrestling 13
The Icons (Jack Diamond (#1) & Jason Long (#3) vs Close Collins (#6) / Jackalope (#4)
Long lines up his shot as Jack Diamond drags Close Collins up to a seated position. He slaps his knee and charges in, raising his knee aimed straight at Close’s head… AND ON INSTINCT ALONE CLOSE FLATTENS HIMSELF TO THE MAT! LONG AND DIAMOND CRASH TOGETHER INTO A CRUMPLED MESS! Close begins desperately scrabbling towards his own corner but Jason Long picks himself up quickly and grabs Collins by his legs… AND CLOSE COLLINS FLIPS HIS BODY OVER AND PROPELS LONG AWAY WITH NO SMALL FORCE! COLLINS REACHES OUT AND TAGS IN JACKALOPE!
Steve Morrison: Here we go, boys, Jackalope is fresh, feisty and fired up.
Cross Recoba: The problem with isolating one opponent in a tag match? You leave the other one resting up.
Vaulting over the top rope, ‘Lope hits the ground running and as Jack Diamond turns to face him, Kid Cryptid spins past him, hitting a full-paced Sling Blade, sending The Ace down to the mat.
Jason Long stands, facing the other way as The Chaos Bunny rushes past him, spinning into a driving facebuster. With a manic gleam in his eyes, Jackalope beckons for the Icons to both stand up before leaping and arcing his leg through the air, catching Jack Diamond with his leading leg, which Long ducks ONLY TO BE HIT FROM AN IMPOSSIBLE ANGLE BY JACKALOPE’S TRAILING LEG!
Steve Morrison: SLING BLADE! HOLD OUT PISTOL! FLYING ROUNDHOUSE KICK AND UNLUCKY RABBIT’S FOOT!
The Icons (Jack Diamond (#1) & Jason Long (#3) vs Close Collins (#6) / Jackalope (#4)
Long lines up his shot as Jack Diamond drags Close Collins up to a seated position. He slaps his knee and charges in, raising his knee aimed straight at Close’s head… AND ON INSTINCT ALONE CLOSE FLATTENS HIMSELF TO THE MAT! LONG AND DIAMOND CRASH TOGETHER INTO A CRUMPLED MESS! Close begins desperately scrabbling towards his own corner but Jason Long picks himself up quickly and grabs Collins by his legs… AND CLOSE COLLINS FLIPS HIS BODY OVER AND PROPELS LONG AWAY WITH NO SMALL FORCE! COLLINS REACHES OUT AND TAGS IN JACKALOPE!
Steve Morrison: Here we go, boys, Jackalope is fresh, feisty and fired up.
Cross Recoba: The problem with isolating one opponent in a tag match? You leave the other one resting up.
Vaulting over the top rope, ‘Lope hits the ground running and as Jack Diamond turns to face him, Kid Cryptid spins past him, hitting a full-paced Sling Blade, sending The Ace down to the mat.
Jason Long stands, facing the other way as The Chaos Bunny rushes past him, spinning into a driving facebuster. With a manic gleam in his eyes, Jackalope beckons for the Icons to both stand up before leaping and arcing his leg through the air, catching Jack Diamond with his leading leg, which Long ducks ONLY TO BE HIT FROM AN IMPOSSIBLE ANGLE BY JACKALOPE’S TRAILING LEG!
Steve Morrison: SLING BLADE! HOLD OUT PISTOL! FLYING ROUNDHOUSE KICK AND UNLUCKY RABBIT’S FOOT!
Voice: and break-neck impact…
Tap Out Wrestling 14
Aiden Merric vs Alexander von Blankenship
A sadistic smile appears on the face of von Blankenship.
Steve Morrison: What does he have planned?
THREE!
Merric is peeled from the guardrail by AVB who scoops him onto his shoulder.
Cross Recoba: I have an idea…
FOUR!!
He lifts him up….CRUCIFIX DRIVER ONTO THE APRON!!!!!
Steve Morrison: BLACK OUT DRUNK ONTO THE APRON! A MOVE RIGHT FROM HIS FATHER’S PLAYBOOK!
Crowd: YOU KILLED MERRIC! HOLY SHIT! YOU KILLED MERRIC! HOLY SHIT!
YOU KILLED MERRIC! HOLY SHIT! YOU KILLED MERRIC! HOLY SHIT!
Aiden Merric vs Alexander von Blankenship
A sadistic smile appears on the face of von Blankenship.
Steve Morrison: What does he have planned?
THREE!
Merric is peeled from the guardrail by AVB who scoops him onto his shoulder.
Cross Recoba: I have an idea…
FOUR!!
He lifts him up….CRUCIFIX DRIVER ONTO THE APRON!!!!!
Steve Morrison: BLACK OUT DRUNK ONTO THE APRON! A MOVE RIGHT FROM HIS FATHER’S PLAYBOOK!
Crowd: YOU KILLED MERRIC! HOLY SHIT! YOU KILLED MERRIC! HOLY SHIT!
YOU KILLED MERRIC! HOLY SHIT! YOU KILLED MERRIC! HOLY SHIT!
Voice: Titans fight…
Tap Out Wrestling 15
Nomad & Thespian vs Raiden Ishimori & Aiden Merric
RAIDEN MAKES THE SAVE WITH A BASEMENT DROPKICK!
Steve Morrison: ISHIMORI JUST ABOUT KEEPS HIS TEAM IN IT!!
Cutting Ishimori off, NOMAD throws him over the ropes before he can exact any further offense on his partner and follows him to the outside.
Cross Recoba: But will he pay the price for it?
Both legal men start to get to their feet but it’s the Thespian who is quicker out the blocks as he leaps towards Merric…MONKEY FLIP!!!
Steve Morrison: Huge elevation!
Aiden rises, staggering back as he does so. He hits the ropes and lurches forward…THESPIAN WITH THE CROSS-BODY BLOCK!!!
Steve Morrison: Can he get the pin he-
IT’S CAUGHT!!! URANAGE BACKBREAKER!! HAYMAKER!!!!
Steve Morrison: TRAP TRICK!!!
Crowd: COME ON, THEO! LET’S GO MERRIC! COME ON, THEO! LET’S GO MERRIC! COME ON, THEO! LET’S GO MERRIC! COME ON, THEO! LET’S GO MERRIC! COME ON, THEO! LET’S GO MERRIC! COME ON, THEO! LET’S GO MERRIC!
Smelling blood, Merric hooks his arms around the waist of Thespian and grabs the wrist as he does so. He pulls the cord…RIPCORD LARIAT NEARLY DECAPITATES THE MASKED WRESTLER!!!
Steve Morrison: TARGET NEUTRALIZED!!!
Merric collapses into a pin…
ONE…
TWO…
NOMAD PULLS MERRIC OFF OF THESPIAN….A SICKENING LARIAT OF HIS OWN CONNECTS WITH THE BACK OF MERRIC’S HEAD!!!
Steve Morrison: NOMAD JUST FLOORED HIM WITH A NEVERMIND LARIAT!!!
Nomad & Thespian vs Raiden Ishimori & Aiden Merric
RAIDEN MAKES THE SAVE WITH A BASEMENT DROPKICK!
Steve Morrison: ISHIMORI JUST ABOUT KEEPS HIS TEAM IN IT!!
Cutting Ishimori off, NOMAD throws him over the ropes before he can exact any further offense on his partner and follows him to the outside.
Cross Recoba: But will he pay the price for it?
Both legal men start to get to their feet but it’s the Thespian who is quicker out the blocks as he leaps towards Merric…MONKEY FLIP!!!
Steve Morrison: Huge elevation!
Aiden rises, staggering back as he does so. He hits the ropes and lurches forward…THESPIAN WITH THE CROSS-BODY BLOCK!!!
Steve Morrison: Can he get the pin he-
IT’S CAUGHT!!! URANAGE BACKBREAKER!! HAYMAKER!!!!
Steve Morrison: TRAP TRICK!!!
Crowd: COME ON, THEO! LET’S GO MERRIC! COME ON, THEO! LET’S GO MERRIC! COME ON, THEO! LET’S GO MERRIC! COME ON, THEO! LET’S GO MERRIC! COME ON, THEO! LET’S GO MERRIC! COME ON, THEO! LET’S GO MERRIC!
Smelling blood, Merric hooks his arms around the waist of Thespian and grabs the wrist as he does so. He pulls the cord…RIPCORD LARIAT NEARLY DECAPITATES THE MASKED WRESTLER!!!
Steve Morrison: TARGET NEUTRALIZED!!!
Merric collapses into a pin…
ONE…
TWO…
NOMAD PULLS MERRIC OFF OF THESPIAN….A SICKENING LARIAT OF HIS OWN CONNECTS WITH THE BACK OF MERRIC’S HEAD!!!
Steve Morrison: NOMAD JUST FLOORED HIM WITH A NEVERMIND LARIAT!!!
Voice: Dynasties get cut off…
Tap Out Wrestling 16
Cut Throat Chaos vs The Throw Show
Forgoing the pin, Hunter staggers to his corner and tags in Daigo. Daigo immediately stalks his prey. He gets the rising Close with a German Suplex! He rolls through and tries for a second but Close runs into his own corner where a blind tag is made. Daigo yanks him back and hits a Chaos Theory German Suplex. He laughs as he now eyes up his prone foe. He climbs to the top rope. Close kips up! He sprints to the corner as Tuff enters the ring! Close leaps to the top rope with Daigo! SLAP! Hooked up! TUFF PLEX OFF THE TOP ROPE! Tuff catches Daigo as he sails and slams him to the mat with a snap powerbomb, Daigo’s head bouncing off the mat hard. Tuff tiredly leans forward for the cover. Close tries to count … but Tyrell isn’t counting.
Cross Recoba: Holy hell! A modified avalanche version of the Belly to Belly Bomber from Throw Show!
Steve Morrison: Why isn’t Tyrell counting the pin? HUSTLE UP LAD OUR BOYS ARE WINNING!
Cut Throat Chaos vs The Throw Show
Forgoing the pin, Hunter staggers to his corner and tags in Daigo. Daigo immediately stalks his prey. He gets the rising Close with a German Suplex! He rolls through and tries for a second but Close runs into his own corner where a blind tag is made. Daigo yanks him back and hits a Chaos Theory German Suplex. He laughs as he now eyes up his prone foe. He climbs to the top rope. Close kips up! He sprints to the corner as Tuff enters the ring! Close leaps to the top rope with Daigo! SLAP! Hooked up! TUFF PLEX OFF THE TOP ROPE! Tuff catches Daigo as he sails and slams him to the mat with a snap powerbomb, Daigo’s head bouncing off the mat hard. Tuff tiredly leans forward for the cover. Close tries to count … but Tyrell isn’t counting.
Cross Recoba: Holy hell! A modified avalanche version of the Belly to Belly Bomber from Throw Show!
Steve Morrison: Why isn’t Tyrell counting the pin? HUSTLE UP LAD OUR BOYS ARE WINNING!
Voice: Sportsbooks get spurned…
Tap Out Wrestling 17
Sam Sawyer vs Random McConalogue
Random gets to her feet and is immediately in danger but ducks the high kick to the head leaving Sawyer to swing around…POISON RANA FROM RANDOM!!!
Steve Morrison: HYPERSPACE BYPASS!!
NO!
SAWYER THROWS HER FORWARD!
Cross Recoba: Great scouting from Sam!
HUGE SLAP TO THE FACE CONNECTS FROM SAWYER!!
Steve Morrison: GET FUCKED!!!
LARIAT!!!!!!!!!!!
Steve Morrison: FIRE WITH FIRE LARIAT NIGH-ON DECAPITATES RANDOM!!!
Sawyer makes the cover:
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Rhod calls for the bell!
Sam Sawyer vs Random McConalogue
Random gets to her feet and is immediately in danger but ducks the high kick to the head leaving Sawyer to swing around…POISON RANA FROM RANDOM!!!
Steve Morrison: HYPERSPACE BYPASS!!
NO!
SAWYER THROWS HER FORWARD!
Cross Recoba: Great scouting from Sam!
HUGE SLAP TO THE FACE CONNECTS FROM SAWYER!!
Steve Morrison: GET FUCKED!!!
LARIAT!!!!!!!!!!!
Steve Morrison: FIRE WITH FIRE LARIAT NIGH-ON DECAPITATES RANDOM!!!
Sawyer makes the cover:
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Rhod calls for the bell!
Voice: The Dirtsheets get their darlings…
Tap Out Wrestling 18
Wildcat Capone vs Cliff Clinton?
NO!!! WILDCAT DUCKS…CLIFF TURNS AROUND…STONE PITBULL HEADBUTT TO THE MIDSECTION OF THE VETERAN!!!
Cross Recoba: ZIDANE INSPIRED HEADBUTT!
WHIPPERSNAPPER!!!
Steve Morrison: CHIN CHECK!
Wildcat Capone vs Cliff Clinton?
NO!!! WILDCAT DUCKS…CLIFF TURNS AROUND…STONE PITBULL HEADBUTT TO THE MIDSECTION OF THE VETERAN!!!
Cross Recoba: ZIDANE INSPIRED HEADBUTT!
WHIPPERSNAPPER!!!
Steve Morrison: CHIN CHECK!
Voice: The fans get their heroes…
Tap Out Wrestling 19
Tommy Strychnine vs Aiden Merric
CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!!!!
Crowd: LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
The Champion makes the cover…
Steve Morrison: CONTRACT FULFILLED!!!!
ONE!!
Crowd: ONE!!!!
TWO!!!
Crowd: TWO!!!!!
THRE-
Crowd: THREE!!!!
NO!!! STRYCH WEAKLY CLUTCHES THE BOTTOM ROPE WITH HIS HAND!!!!
Cross Recoba: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!
Merric can’t believe it!
Steve Morrison: I don’t think ANYONE believes it!!
The Champion grabs Strych…TOMMY RAKES HIS EYES!!! KOTARO CRUSHER!!!!
Steve Morrison: Strychnine REFUSING to be put down!
Tommy gets to his feet, his hand instinctively holding his knee as he rises.
Cross Recoba: He’s running out of having much input in that case!
Strych climbs through the ropes.
Steve Morrison: He’s going for it…
Merric gets up but his legs and brain seem to be on different pages!
Cross Recoba: He’s one bad impact on that knee from Quinn throwing the match out!
Tommy steels himself before FLIPPING HIMSELF OVER THE ROPES…BUCKSHOT LARIAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Steve Morrison: NOVEMBER RAINMAKER!!!!
MERRIC CUTS HIM OFF WITH A WESTERN LARIAT THAT TURNS TOMMY INSIDE OUT!!!!
Steve Morrison: CONTRACT FULFILLED OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Merric makes the pin…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!!
“Big” John Quinn calls for the bell!!!
Tommy Strychnine vs Aiden Merric
CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!!!!
Crowd: LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
The Champion makes the cover…
Steve Morrison: CONTRACT FULFILLED!!!!
ONE!!
Crowd: ONE!!!!
TWO!!!
Crowd: TWO!!!!!
THRE-
Crowd: THREE!!!!
NO!!! STRYCH WEAKLY CLUTCHES THE BOTTOM ROPE WITH HIS HAND!!!!
Cross Recoba: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!
Merric can’t believe it!
Steve Morrison: I don’t think ANYONE believes it!!
The Champion grabs Strych…TOMMY RAKES HIS EYES!!! KOTARO CRUSHER!!!!
Steve Morrison: Strychnine REFUSING to be put down!
Tommy gets to his feet, his hand instinctively holding his knee as he rises.
Cross Recoba: He’s running out of having much input in that case!
Strych climbs through the ropes.
Steve Morrison: He’s going for it…
Merric gets up but his legs and brain seem to be on different pages!
Cross Recoba: He’s one bad impact on that knee from Quinn throwing the match out!
Tommy steels himself before FLIPPING HIMSELF OVER THE ROPES…BUCKSHOT LARIAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Steve Morrison: NOVEMBER RAINMAKER!!!!
MERRIC CUTS HIM OFF WITH A WESTERN LARIAT THAT TURNS TOMMY INSIDE OUT!!!!
Steve Morrison: CONTRACT FULFILLED OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Merric makes the pin…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!!
“Big” John Quinn calls for the bell!!!
Voice: And all of it ends…
Tap Out Wrestling 20
NOMAD & Random McConalogue vs Poena & Raiden Ishimori
Random rolls to her feet and charges in, BOOTING RAIDEN IN THE FACE AS HE GETS TO HIS KNEES!
Steve Morrison: SHOE EVENT HORIZON!
Random covers…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… RAIDEN RAISES A SHOULDER!
A stand. A look to the crowd. A coin flip taunt. Random stands and locks Raiden in an inverted facelock…
Steve Morrison: DICEROLL!
...BUT RAIDEN MUSCLES VERTICAL AND HOISTS MCCONALOGUE INTO A TOMBSTONE POSITION! WITH A CONFIDENT SNAP HE THROWS RANDOM UPWARDS AND ROTATES 90 DEGREES, CATCHING HE BODY FLAT AND SNAGGING HER IN THE WRIST CLUTCH MID-FLIGHT! RAIDEN SWITCHES THE MOMENTUM AND DROPS HER HEAD FIRST TO THE MAT!
Steve Morrison: CLIMHAZZARD!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
NOMAD & Random McConalogue vs Poena & Raiden Ishimori
Random rolls to her feet and charges in, BOOTING RAIDEN IN THE FACE AS HE GETS TO HIS KNEES!
Steve Morrison: SHOE EVENT HORIZON!
Random covers…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… RAIDEN RAISES A SHOULDER!
A stand. A look to the crowd. A coin flip taunt. Random stands and locks Raiden in an inverted facelock…
Steve Morrison: DICEROLL!
...BUT RAIDEN MUSCLES VERTICAL AND HOISTS MCCONALOGUE INTO A TOMBSTONE POSITION! WITH A CONFIDENT SNAP HE THROWS RANDOM UPWARDS AND ROTATES 90 DEGREES, CATCHING HE BODY FLAT AND SNAGGING HER IN THE WRIST CLUTCH MID-FLIGHT! RAIDEN SWITCHES THE MOMENTUM AND DROPS HER HEAD FIRST TO THE MAT!
Steve Morrison: CLIMHAZZARD!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Voice: Tonight…
The voiceover fades out as the shot fades into clips from earlier in the day.
Boxes are led out by numerous staff at The Sands, each box barely containing the reams of paper within them. A principality’s Net Zero ambitions could be met if these sheets only existed virtually and not physically.
The drones continue to file out at a pace mocked by those on the gallows walk, watched by men who only wave them onto the multitude of vehicles waiting to take the papers to their final resting place far from here.
In the background, barely visible, stands Cross Recoba and Alberto Costello. Neither man seems to wear any emotion on their face. Their expressions tell you these boxes could contain a decade’s worth of old menus as much as they could be millions in unreclaimed markers from the casino.
We cut.
It’s now much later in the day, the sun has started its descent as the light dims and men in suits, presumably ones purchased in Virginia as much as they could be from Washington but undeniably containing a warrant or four inside their blazer pockets.
On the outskirts, keeping a safe distance, lie the real villains in the piece - the media. They hover, they eavesdrop, and they strategise. Is this the best position? What stone is left unturned? How much could a Peabody add to my next negotiation?
Feeding a frenzy of people too bored in their regular lives to question the morality of a fair trial the press prevents, the journalists perform the macabre ritual that signifies every on-site update.
Smile.
Thanks.
Location.
Summary update.
Regurgitate the known in a way that makes you appear as if you know the truth.
Rinse.
Wash.
Repeat.
Sign-off until you find out what the accused had for breakfast.
Cut for one last time.
The last players in this, the fans of the accused.
Adorned in Tap Out shirts, they hold pictures of Recoba as he beat Fox or retained against DT, they plead as if the court of public opinion worked both ways.
Crowd: FREE RECOBA! *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAPCLAPCLAP* FREE RECOBA! *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAPCLAPCLAP* FREE RECOBA! *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAPCLAPCLAP* FREE RECOBA! *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAPCLAPCLAP* FREE RECOBA! *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAPCLAPCLAP*
The poor relations of those from Washington stand a respectful distance, ready to leap forward for an infraction. One fan wears a Wrestle: UK shirt, his stance on the matter would change slightly if Recoba were in charge - an easy infraction spotted, an order to charge.
A poor relation steps forward, his hands in the air and his only weapon a megaphone.
Cop: Those with tickets, make your way inside. Those without them, disperse or face the consequences!
With that, dear viewer, what will you choose?
We fade into a capacity crowd as they roar into life. The camera pans through the crowd as we see a selection of signs:
I PAID $5 TO GET THIS CAR SIGN PAST SECURITY!
DOWN WITH PIGEON CRUELTY IN PROMOS!
I’M ON THE JURY!
DINO BONES WAS ROBBED
NOMAD (c) vs Poena
The atmosphere is electric. Poena and NOMAD begin staring daggers into each other, their gazes locked. The noise is low, humming as the pair take one step towards each other. Then a second. No hint of flinching, Referee Big John Quinn takes a visible step backwards towards the ropes to allow the two combatants the maximum possible space. The chain slackens as they take one more step into the fray. The noise raises a little louder, anticipating the violence to come. Another step forwards. The two are within striking range but neither wants to be the first to throw down. Instead NOMAD lowers his head and the pair stand forehead to forehead, NOMAD’s steely gaze meeting Poena’s wild eyed expression, both men jaw jacking, exchanging nothing but the harshest words. The crowd are fit to burst and begin a chant at the enormity of the situation.
Crowd: THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!
Steve Morrison: This whole crowd is feeling it tonight, Cross.
Cross Recoba: Not a move exchanged but you’d get very short odds on this turning out to be awesome.
Poena is the first to break the tension and lashes NOMAD’s chest with a stinging knife edge chop which looks like it could have felled a reasonable sized tree. With nary a change in his expression, NOMAD rears back and fires his forearm into Poena’s jaw, snapping it backwards and giving the crowd a sight of The Dark Messiah’s leering grin as he turns his head slowly back around. The Sanctified One loads up another chop and swings his arm again, angling his arm a little higher, possibly going for the collar clad throat of the Violent Wanderer. NOMAD shows his intelligence in the striking game by stepping in, making the strike hit with less momentum and lower and following in with his head, clashing forehead to forehead with the Unsainted Zealot. Poena does not flinch and the pair return to verbal insults, brows touching.
Crowd: TAP-OUT WREST-LING! TAP-OUT WREST-LING!
Steve Morrison: We’ve got a crowd here that’s hot for our final match!
Cross Recoba: Nuclear. That’s why I booked this as the final headline. These two guys are not just the definition of main event wrestlers. They’re the two guys you first think of when the words Tapout Wrestling are raised in a conversation.
This time it’s NOMAD who moves first, rearing his hand back, balling his fist and looking to throw a fastball right over home plate. Poena sways to dodge, serpentine as ever and The Violent Wanderer whiffs over The Sanctified One’s right shoulder. Poena reaches out and snags the arm, sliding up to the wrist and applying a little torque to it. Stomping his foot hard to plant his body weight firmly down on the canvas, NOMAD avoids being Irish Whipped before stepping in and through to relieve the pressure. Using his superior stature and innate power advantage, NOMAD leverages Poena backwards, bending the Sanctified One’s back into an unnatural arch. With his almost inhuman flexibility Poena slithers through and to a side, retaking the hold’s advantage and causing NOMAD to overbalance a little. Sensing this may be his moment, the Avatar of Anguish attempts to sling NOMAD away but the Washington native repositions his feet smartly, do see do reverses the whip attempt and sends Poena rushing towards the ropes. NOMAD grabs the chain that connects the pair by the neck and jerks it, pulling Poena backwards with an acute sharpness and sending The Dark Messiah crashing to the mat.
Crowd: LET’S GO NO-MAD! LET’S GO NO-MAD!
Steve Morrison: The Dog Collar stipulation coming into play for the first time.
Cross Recoba: You have to game plan differently for a match like this. You have to have a record of what works a hell of a lot better with you chained to your opponent. You doubly need to know what works a hell of a lot worse. And you need to keep that all in mind mid fight.
NOMAD walks over to the fallen Poena and drags him off the mat by the chain. He immediately applies a tight headlock and fires a couple of stiff upwards knees into The Dark Savior’s chest, driving a little air out of Poena’s lungs. Gritting his teeth, the Violent Wanderer slowly turns the headlock over until the pair are back to back, Poena’s head trapped against NOMAD’s massive trapezius muscle and the with a jolt, The Violent Wanderer sits down, cracking Poena’s neck with the momentum. The Violent Wanderer slides his body over into a back press and hooks a leg…
ONE!
TWO!
T… Poena slides out of the back press and the count is broken.
Crowd: TWOOOOO!
Steve Morrison: Early pinfall attempt off that neckbreaker. Only a two count though.
Cross Recoba: You have to respect NOMAD. He may come across as a brawler who aims to turn every wrestling match into a bar fight but his execution is so crisp it makes him so much more of a wrestler than you’d expect.
Another chain assisted haul up leaves a slightly groggy looking Poena right in the sights of NOMAD. The Washington native rears back his mighty arm and smashes his forearm right into the face of the Sanctified One, causing it to snap back in an awkward fashion. Again the arm goes back and this time the crowd are behind James Sloane as they know what’s coming…
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAA...
NOMAD smashes Poena across the face with the full force of his radius bone…
Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAH!
And another raise of the arm
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAA...
And another full force smash into Poena’s skull…
Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
This time the arm is fully raised, fist balled up like some defiant protester standing proud against the face of authority.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…
This time NOMAD contorts his whole body to get the maximum power behind his blow as he winds his arm round and connects with Poena’s chin with a fast upwards motion.
Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!
Poena falls to the mat and NOMAD is quick to follow him down, shifting straight into a lateral press, hooking the leg expertly…
ONE!
TWO!
THR…Poena bucks and gets his shoulders off of mat level.
Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOOOO! LET’S GO NO-MAD! LET’S GO NO-MAD!
Steve Morrison: European Uppercut! Only a two count though.
Cross Recoba: But wrestling is about momentum and it’s all with NOMAD right now. Poena is going to have to pull something out of his bag of tricks to avoid getting steamrollered.
The level of focus in NOMAD’s expression seems almost unreal. No frustration, no malice just an opponent and a job that needs doing. He stands up, planting his feet firmly, grabbing Poena by the hair to hoist the smaller competitor up with him. The Violent Wanderer slides an arm out across Poena’s throat and reaches round to grab him by the waist before lifting and swivelling his hips and turning in a tight circle and falling forwards to drop Poena back first onto the mat. NOMAD stays down, already being in a pin position and awaits the referee’s count…
ONE!
TWO!
THR.. Poena slithers away so he no longer has the arm applying downward pressure on him.
Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOOO!
Steve Morrison: Uranage! Lifting Belly to Belly style!
Cross Recoba: That would be the proper way to do a Ura-Nage, judo style. Simple. Effective.
NOMAD’s grim visage hasn’t changed a lick as he stands, reaching down to deadlift Poena off the mat. After adding in a forearm shot or two to keep The Sanctified One unsteady, NOMAD turns Poena around and ducks under The Repentant’s arm, setting him up for a back suplex at best. NOMAD lifts Poena up a little, looking to send him crashing down backwards to the mat and Poena uses a little animal cunning, a little exploitation of the lack of rules in this match to lift his leg up sharply and connect the back of his shin bone RIGHT INTO NOMAD’S BALLS! NOMAD drops to the canvas knees first and Poena uses the space created to suck a little wind, composing himself after the recent spate of action.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Steve Morrison: LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW!
Cross Recoba: When nothing is off the table, you use all the tools in your arsenal to shift the momentum in a match. There’s no need to wrestle clean when you have a guy you hate chained to your neck about to dump you on your head.
With his graceful yet sinister movements Poena slides away to create a little space between himself and his opponent, allowing NOMAD to stand before twisting his body round and firing off a sickening kick into The Violent Wanderer’s rib cage, the crack of bone on bone blending into the slightly more subdued noise of the casino audience. A sicking smile forms on Poena’s face as he snags NOMAD’s head as it instinctively bends forward and The Dark Messiah, showing an unexpected reserve of power, lifts Sloane up as if for a vertical suplex but changes momentum at the apex, dropping NOMAD down ribs first into the canvas.
Crowd: LET’S GO NO-MAD! POE-NA SUCKS! LET’S GO NO-MAD! POE-NA SUCKS!
Steve Morrison: That is one gourd that has been well and truly busted.
Cross Recoba: Poena is a man who likes to methodically take you apart. And in a match where you have something round your neck, potentially restricting your air flow, doing everything you can to drive air out of your opponent's lungs is a hell of a plan.
Poena grabs a handful of chain in his hand as he stands and smiles. He looks down at NOMAD lying face first on the mat and pulling the chain taut Poena hauls The Violent Wanderer off the mat by the neck. Not up to his feet, just high enough to get a good arc to wing through. Poena’s eyes glaze over a little and he rocks his head backwards before charging in at full speed and kicking NOMAD HARD in his bent over chest. Sloane flies backwards in an arc to land in a crummpled heap on his back and The Sanctified One drops to cover him…
ONE!
TWO!
TH…. NOMAD recombobulates himself enough to raise a shoulder.
Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Steve Morrison: PEEEEEEEEEEEE KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Cross Recoba: And without any stutter step in the run up.
That wild eyed look, that one special look Poena gives when he KNOWS he’s about to inflict some serious pain. He slithers down to the legs of NOMAD and wraps them up in an Indian Deathlock, standing in the move once Sloane’s legs are trapped. Then he leans over and lets a large pile of the chain, which is quite slack given the pair’s proximity, fall into a pile around where NOMAD’s face is. The crowd noise dies down a little as the expectation for the next move comes. Poena reaches down and slaps The Violent Wanderer’s sides to make his arm drop loose before reaching down to grab them both and lift NOMAD’s head off the mat. Poena pauses, lets the moment hang in the air before STEPPING OUT OF THE DEATHLOCK RIGHT ONTO THE BACK OF NOAD’S HEAD, SMASHING IT INTO THE CHAIN PILE!!!
Crowd: YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!
Steve Morrison: CURB STOMP! Did you see the way NOMAD’s head impacted with the unforgiving steel chain?
Cross Recoba: I FELT it. These matches give you so much scope for extra violence and these are the right two wrestlers to use that freedom fully.
NOMAD peels himself off the mat, his forehead bleeding, chain marks dug into his world weary face. Poena grabs Jams Sloane by the back of his hair and drags him up, hitting some nasty overhead elbows to widen the cut. He then slips round behind and delivers a beautiful high angle German Suplex which spikes NOMAD on his neck. Poena holds for a pin…
ONE!
TWO!
THR.. NOMAD squirms and lifts a shoulder.
Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Poena floats over and fires some punches right into the pooling blood on NOMAD’s brown the stands, beckons Sloane up to his knees before charging in and hitting a low angle spike huracanrana! Poena shoots the half…
ONE!
T… Not even a two count as NOMAD begins to let his adrenaline surge as he tastes that metallic viscous red liquid drip into his mouth.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOONE!
This time NOMAD is the first to his feet but his Repentant opponent is up quickly too. Jusding the length of the chain so he can get the best possible run up, Poena charges in, jumps onto NOMAD’s broad shoulders and spins around, dragging James Sloane’s head down to the mat as he falls forward and DROPPING NOMAD RIGHT ON THE POINT OF HIS HEAD WITH A POISONED RANA!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
AND NOMAD STANDS RIGHT BACK UP AS IF THE BLOW HAD DONE NOTHING AT ALL! HE WAITS ON POENA TO STAND AND WASTES HIM WITH A FULL FORCE BLOW FROM AN EXTENDED ARM, DELIVERING AN EVIL, VICIOUS, NASTY, THE MOST VIOLENT WANDER YOU CAN TAKE WITH ONLY FOUR STRIDES, STRAIGHT FROM THE MOUTH OF HELL ITSELF DIABOLO LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! POENA COLLAPSES! NOMAD COLLAPSES! BIG JOHN QUINN STARTS TO COUNT AS BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
Steve Morrison: THE DIABLO LARIAT! SHADES OF VA’AIGA!
Cross Recoba: Kia ora, big man!
ONE!
Crowd: FIGHT FOR-EV-ER! FIGHT FOR-EV-ER!
TWO!
Both men look exhausted on the mat.
THREE!
Steve Morrison: Cross, it's been a pleasure working with you. But we have ten thousand colour commentators in this building tonight and this action speaks for itself. I think the great Tapout fans should be allowed to make their own minds up about this action.
FOUR!
Crowd: TAP-OUT WREST-LING! TAP-OUT WREST-LING!
FIVE!
Cross Recoba: That, Steve, is the smartest thing you've said in twenty one shows. Producers, cut our mics and fetch me a god damn bottle of Laphroaig.
SIX!
Crowd: LET’S GO NO-MAD! LET’S GO POE-NA!
SEVEN!
Poena starts to stir and flips over onto his belly, stalking NOMAD’s position.
EIGHT!
Inching ever closer….
NINE!
...before sliding an arm over NOMAD’s body causing Big John to abort his count and start a fresh one for the pinfall…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO! NOMAD BUCKS POENA OFF!
Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
BOTH MEN GET BACK TO THEIR FEET AND WALK UP TO EACH OTHER PRESSING FOREHEAD TO BLOODY FOREHEAD LIKE A SLASHER MOVIE VERSION OF THE SIGHT FROM EARLIER IN THE MATCH!
Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!
With a battle cry that would strike fear into the hearts of lesser men, NOMAD balls up his fist and arcs down a thundering overhand right, knocking Poena backwards with the force of the blow. All subtlety disappears briefly from Poena’s game as he fires back with a punch of his own, aiming his knuckle point right at the cut on NOMAD’s forehead. The Violent Wanderer immediately fires back. As does the Repentant. NOMAD fires off one huge strike which staggers Poena back a few steps. The Preacher of Pain simply smiles, wrings his hands to get an even coating of crimson smeared over then a WALLOPS NOMAD with a massive punch. Sloane turns away with the force of the blow but as Poena stops to lick a little of NOMAD’s blood off his own knuckles…
Crowd: YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!
...NOMAD has enough time to wrap his fist with a little slack chain from between the pair and turns into a HUGE CHAIN ASSISSTED DISCUS PUNCH! Poena drops to the floor after that blow and NOMAD covers and hooks a leg…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… The Sanctified One has enough of his wits about him to kick out. Now a cut has appeared on Poena’s face, opened by that chain assisted punch.
Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Crowd: LET’S GO NOMAD! LET’S GO NOMAD!
NOMAD grabs Poena by the waist as he forces the pair to stand. He slides his left arm up into a half Nelson, wraps the chain around Poena’s neck twice and pins it with that hand before sliding his right hand up, pressing the chain tight with both sides of his hands as he interlocks his fingers, completing the Full Nelson hold. James Sloane weaves his head as Poena flicks backwards, attempting to reverse headbutt himself free. NOMAD uses Poena’s momentum against him as he hoists the Sanctified One up, choking him out a little as he wheels and lays out, dragging the Minister of Mayhem down with the Ledbetter Neckbreaker. A slide into a back press leads to another count from Big John…
ONE!
TWO!
TH.. Poena slithers out and desperately loosens the chain around his neck.
Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Rolling to his feet, NOMAD jerks the chain around Poena’s throat to hoist him up, The Dark Messiah spluttering and coughing. Ducking his shoulders, NOMAD hoists Poena up into a Fireman’s Carry and through the blood streaming down his face, lets out a wild shout…
NOMAD: COME ON!
Crowd: FUCK HIM UP NO-MAD, FUCK HIM UP! *clap clap*
Before swinging Poena down to a side, slightly behind him with the aid of the chain and sitting out… DROPPING POENA RIGHT ON HIS HEAD AND NECK WITH THE MALACHOR. There is an audible gasp from the crowd but NOMAD does not care as he leans into a back press…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…… NO! POENA SOMEHOW GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
NOMAD takes zero time to act, stands, measures EXACTLY the length of chain he wants and hauls Poena up into a back waistlock. Sloane pushes Poena away and then yanks the chain to drag him back in, LEAPING UP AND DRAGGING POENA’S HEAD DOWN TO SMASH KNEE TO SKULL WITH THE NIHILUS! Poena is dead weight and just drops to the mat and NOMAD covers..
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…. POENA KICKS OUT TWO POINT NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE!
Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Crowd: FIGHT FOR-EV-ER! FIGHT FOR-EV-ER!
Both wrestlers lay, faces covered in crimson. You can plot where the wrestlers have been in the match by the trails of blood staining the canvas. NOMAD moves first, crawling towards the ropes, slowly levering himself up one rope at a time. Thinking Nihilus IV, The Violent Wanderer adjusts his knee pad and beckons Poena to get to one knee. Slowly, ever so slowly, the Demon of the Ninth Deep begins to rise and turns to face his opponent, with just the subtlest placing of two fingers on his mandibular nerve. NOMAD charges in… AND POENA PRESSES THE FINGERS DOWN, CAUSING A THICK MIST OF BLOOD TO SHOOT FROM HIS MOUTH, COATING NOMAD’S FACE AND TEMPORARILY BINDING HIM! AN AMAZINGLY GORY AMAZING GRACE!
Crowd: YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!
Poena quickly wraps his fist in chain as as the Violent Wanderer becomes the Aimless Wanderer in his blinded state, The Repentant whirls around and connects with the back of his chained fist to the side of NOMAD’s skull. Like a mighty oak tree, NOMAD falls over onto the mat and Poena takes the few seconds spare to slide out of the ring. Firstly he grabs a chair and slides it under the bottom rope. Then a second. NOMAD is frantically try to clear his eyes.
Crowd: WE WANT TA-BLES! WE WANT TA-BLES!
And Poena is all too maniacally happy to oblige as the next thing to go into the ring is what the crowd want. Following that, Poena digs and finds a tiny yellow can and a tiny brown box and slides them into the corner. Finally, just as The Child of a Greater God Than Yours feels NOMAD is moving by the jolt on the chain he grabs one more chair and with one hand he PROPELS NOMAD TOWARD THE ROPES WITH A SHARP PULL AND WITH THE OTHER, SPLATS THE CHAIR INTO HIS FACE!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Quickly, Poena slides back into the ring and covers…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NOMAD KICKS OUT!
Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
With some sense of urgency, some need to follow up, Poena stands and grabs the two chairs that are laying on the canvas. He stands one up then grabs the second and sets it facing the opposite direction so the backs of the chairs are touching. NOMAD is stirring and Poena has to scuttle over to grab the head of the Violent Wanderer before NOMAD has any time to recover. Poena takes a tight front facelock and drapes one of NOMAD’s arms over his own back before lifting him up into a suplex position, turning slightly and JUST DROPPING NOMAD OUT OF THE AIR, SPINE FIRST INTO THE TOPS OF THE TWO CHAIRS WITH A THUNDEROUS CLATTER! Poena drops to hook a leg…
ONE!
TWO!
TH… NOMAD KICKS OUT!
Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Poena stands, wraps the chain around NOMAD’s neck and DDTs him STRAIGHT ONTO THE PILE OF CHAIRS! Another quick cover…
ONE!
TWO!
T… NOMAD KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Stomping away, Poena is trying to do anything to put NOMAD away and the final four, five stomps SPLAT THE BACK OF NOMAD’S HEAD INTO THE CHAIR PILE! Another cover…
ONE!
TW…..! NOT EVEN A TWO COUNT!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
With a wild eyed look through the blood, Poena makes a slashing sign over his own throat. He pulls NOMAD up by the neck and again hooks in a front facelock. He lifts NOMAD up into a suplex but this time reaches up and crosses The Violent Wanderer’s legs in midair. The Dark Saviour extends a knee and DROPS NOMAD SKULL FIRST ONTO IT WITH THE ANATHEMA!
AND NOMAD POPS STRAIGHT BACK UP! HE’S ON HIS FEET BEFORE POENA CAN EVEN GATHER HIMSELF! NOMAD GRABS POENA IN A FRONT FACELOCK, INVERTS HIM, EXTENDS A KNEE AND DROPS POENA ONTO IT! NIHILUS V!
AND POENA POPS STRAIGHT BACK UP!
Crowd: FIGHT FOR-EVER! BOTH THESE GUYS! FIGHT FOR-EVER! BOTH THESE GUYS!
Both men are standing. They lock bloodied gazes for the briefest of moments and then as if as one mind, both men bend down and grab a chair. They swing and there is a EAR SPLITTING crash of steel on steel. They swing again, another clash. And again. And again. Then Poena lets up and as NOMAD puts his whole effort behind a swing, Poena sways, snakelike as ever to dodge the blow and add some momentum into his own next swing which CONNECTS FLUSH WITH NOMAD’S FOREHEAD AND CRUMPLES HIM TO THE MAT! Poena turns and as if dragging a sack of grain, hauls NOMAD’s prone body towards the corner. Death Personified, Poena dumps NOMAD on the top turnbuckle and sets up the table…
Crowd: PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE!
...before grabbing the lighter fluid and matches, squirting the whole tin onto the table…
...and the crowd go silent…
...lighting a match…
...and dropping it onto the table, setting off a huge conflagration.
You could hear a pin drop in the arena. Everyone knows something huge is about to happen. Poena climbs to the second turnbuckle and applies a side headlock. He starts to invert NOMAD and reaches up to cross his legs, thinking avalanche Anathema. But as he reaches up, NOMAD just manages to get a leg out and uses his famous knee strikes in the most unorthodox way to bring his patella down onto Poena’s head. NOMAD gets back to his seated position and rocks Poena with a forearm. Poena fires back. NOMAD strikes again. Poena fires back. NOMAD flicks his wrist to wrap a length of chain around his arm and smashes it into Poena and the Repentant has to lean forwards and grab the ropes so as not to fall backwards. And NOMAD… grabs those outstretched arms, leans forwards and butterflies them behind Poena’s back…
…
…
…
BEFORE JUMPING OFF AND DRIVING POENA HEAD FUCKING FIRST THROUGH THE FLAMING FUCKING TABLE!!! SCORCHED EARTH ‘91! SCORCHED POENA! SCORCHED EVERYTHING!
Crowd: HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK!
NOMAD COVERS!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!
Fire crews rush the ring and spray the whole corner down with as much extinguishing CO2 as they can manage. Laura Messier makes the call from ringside.
Laura Messier: The winner of this match and your FINAL TAPOUT WRESTLING CHAMPION! THE VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOLENT WAAAAAAAAAANDERER, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD.
Big John Quinn tosses the bet down to NOMAD as the EMTs tend to him. The smoke begins to clear. Poena is… gone. Not gone to get medical treatment. Not gone off on a gurney like a wrestler should have to after that match, after that finish. GONE gone. NOMAD cradles the belt like his child and smiles through the caked on blood.
Crowd: THANK YOU TAP-OUT! THANK YOU TAP-OUT! THANK YOU TAP-OUT! THANK YOU TAP-OUT! THANK YOU TAP-OUT! THANK YOU TAP-OUT! THANK YOU TAP-OUT!
Steve Morrison: That might have been the ONLY way to sign off tonight! WHAT. A. MATCH!
Cross Recoba: It had everything but then both matches tonight delivered well beyond what even the biggest Tap Out Wrestling fan imagined!
Steve Morrison: Then that brings us to the time-honored tradition. Cross, who is your match of the night?
Cross Recoba: It’s close but it has to be that main event. It had everything and it stood out even after following on from our opening m-
Steve Morrison: Fans, Cross has stepped out from the booth but I’m still here. Poena and NOMAD pick up that last Match of the Night bonus but we’d still love to hear what you thought was your Move of the Night. The company might be shutting down but I can tell you that your votes are the only ones that determine who gets that last bonus check in the company!
We cut to ringside where fans are being quickly corralled out of the way and to the exits.
Another cut, Feds have started to wheel out vast cases that are assumed to include money. One last gasp from a grizzled grandmother on the slot machine, she puts in her quarter and pulls the lever.
The Feds escort the grandmother out as the dials stop spinning.
JACKPOT.
The grandmother reaches out forlornly as the quarters pile out of the machine while she is carried out by the arms by Agents. A Fed puts a bag under the increasing windfall to seize the money.
Back to the announce booth and Steve Morrison.
Steve Morrison: We’ve got to wrap this up. I’m Steve Morrison, you’ve been watching Tap Out Wrestling and thank you to every person who tuned in, took part in our polls, and sent in any fan mail, suggestions, or came down here to The Sands to watch us live! Good night!
CREDITS
Eight Man Tag Match - Bailey
Main Event - Teeps
Main Event Graphic - Kris
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