A/N: Hey, guys! It's Mr. Ruff, once again. Sorry to keep y'all waiting, but here is part one of the first MIP show. I hope you all enjoy it. I love forward to hearing feedback about the show. I want to keep improving as a writer for it. Well, here you go. It's the show.
Opening Segment:
The camera feed opens to the inside of the Dallas Sportatorium. The crowd is at max capacity (4,500) as the show finally gets on the road after months of anticipation. The moment has finally come. Max Impact Pro has just begun.
"MIP! MIP! MIP!" The raucous crowd yells in anticipation.
The camera pans to the ring, where we see a slim-thick, curvaceous woman, wearing a red dress that hugged her curves and a black pair of Louboutins, standing in the middle ring with a microphone. The woman stands at about 5'2" with caramel-colored skin and hazel eyes. Her flowing black hair has red highlights in them. She flashes a wide smile before she begins.
"Welcome, ladies and gentleman." She beams. "I am Alexis Garcia, and welcome to the newest promotion within the Wrestling Federation Alliance, Max Impact Pro!"
"MIP! MIP! MIP! MIP!" The crowd replies in earnest.
"Tonight, you all will be experiencing and witnessing the talents of dynamic up and coming stars in the WFA." Alexis continues. "Before that, I must introduce you all to our esteemed owner, Mr. Ronald Wilson Jr!"
Baby, imma boss, do what I want
Stacks on deck, I can buy what I want
"Stacks on Deck" by C-Loc blares throughout the arena as the crowd cheers at the sight of the former reality TV star-turned fitness mogul coming from the back and walking toward the ring with a blue silk bag in hand. The bag is very reminiscent of the very bag that Theodore Long held when he was about to crown JBL as the "Smackdown!" Champion. He walks up the stairs and enters the ring through the second rope. Ronald goes over to Alexis and hugs her before going to the ropes to receive a mic from the ringside attendant. He rejoins Alexis in the middle of the ring before he beams a big smile of his own. He lets out a sigh to calm his nerves.
"Thank you, Alexis, for the introduction." He says while nodding to the ring announcer. "Dallas! We are back, baby!" Ronald exclaims as the crowd continues their MIP chants. "We are putting Dallas back on the wrestling map. We got some of the best and brightest talents here in all of wrestling tonight, so we are gonna be putting on a show. Before I can get into it allat, I gotta give thanks. I want to thank each and every single one of you who encouraged me on my journey to get to this point. I want to thank each and every single one of you who purchased a ticket to watch our first show live. I want to thank each and every person watching at home on BET. I want to thank Black Entertainment Television for airing us on their network and streaming us on BETPlus. I want to thank the Wrestling Federation Alliance for giving us their backing and support in our mission of bringing more top-notch wrestling to the American masses."
"DUB F A! DUB F A! DUB F A!" The crowd pops at the mere mention of the WFA, the federation that houses many great promotions like ACW, ICW, & BLOW, and talents such as Jason Sabre, Detrick Cyrus, and Native Beast. Ronald waits for the crowd to die down a bit before continuing his spiel.
"I want to thank my momma and my daddy for supporting me throughout the years. And most importantly, I want to thank God Almighty for never leading me astray and giving me the vision for MIP." Ronald speaks. "I made it my mission to scout out some of the best talents from around the world and bring them here to compete in MIP. Now, we finally have made it to our first ever show! We have a great card here for you tonight. And I know y'all must be wondering what the fuck is in this bag that I'm holding."
"TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!" The crowd is practically begging to see what is in the bag.
"Alright, alright, guys!" Ronald coalesces. "You want me to take it out? Aight, then, I'm bout to take it out for y'all. Alexis, hold my mic." Alexis walks over and gets handed the mic from Ronald. Ronald plays around with the blue silk bag for a couple of moments before pulling out the MIP World Heavyweight Championship (the original 2007 TNA World Heavyweight Championship belt with the MIP logo) to the excitement of the crowd.
"Look at that beauty," Alexis says as Ronald raises the belt above his head as if he is Mark Henry. He takes the belt and stands on Bret's rope at each of the turnbuckles so everyone in the crowd could get a long look at the most coveted title in Max Impact Pro. Ronald comes down from the final turnbuckle and holds the belt in his left hand before getting his mic back from Alexis.
"This right here is the MIP World Heavyweight Championship. And tonight we will be crowning our first-ever champion in the main event in the first-ever Gold! Rush! Gauntlet!" Ronald announces to a loud pop from the crowd.
Icon by Jaden Smith (Instrumental)
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait a good, gahdamn minute!" A wild Ced appears on the rampway with a mic in hand. Dressed in an all-black suede suit with a black shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned and a gold chain with suede black loafers, the hazel brown-skinned man with a black taper fade quickly makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring. Standing at 6'3", his physique is very much like that of the mythical Hercules. "What the hell do you mean that the title will be contested in the Gold Rush Gauntlet? Wilson, you promised me a fucking world title match upon my debut!"
"Woah, woah, my boy." Ronald gets a bit defensive. "I thought we were friends, my man, my pal. Remember, I won't lie to you, man. You definitely have a world title match tonight because you will be facing 15 other men in the Gold Rush Gauntlet."
"Why the fuck are you so insistent about this damn battle royal?" Ced angrily replies. "You don't fucking crown your first ever champion in a battle royal! It's a fucking stupid idea."
"Well, that might be the case in your eyes and in the eyes of other promoters, Mr. Harvey, but I am not traditional, my man," Ronald explains in a mocking tone. "It's my promotion, so we're gonna be doing things my way. Matter fact, I'll be out of your crosshairs after the Gauntlet. I will personally put the strap on you myself if you win."
"You know what, Ronnie? Fuck you for bringing me here to compete in a damn battle royal, but I will indulge you." Ced accepts his reality. "And most importantly, I will be the one standing tall in the end, and I will hold you to your promise."
I'm livin' innat 21st Century
Doing something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero needs his theme music
"Mi amigo, I wouldn't be too sure of yourself." The voice of Freddy Escobar rang throughout the arena. The 6'0" and 230-pound cousin of Chavo Guerrero, Jr. has a mic and is walking through the crowd in a "La Rebelion" shirt and blue jeans. The fans gasp at the sight of "The Prince" in the crowd and cheer as he jumps over the guardrail to slide into the ring. "While the idea may be stupid as hell, pendejo, I just can't wait to kick your ass and be proclaimed as a world champion, once more."
"Alfredo, if you don't know the rules of a battle royal, let me remind you." Ced gruffly retorts. "You might beat my ass, but as long as I throw your little ass over the top rope, I won."
"Don't get too cocky, Ced," Freddy warns with a dangerous gleam in his eye. "You may call yourself the 'King', but the people know who is the real monarch of pro wrestling." The crowd lets out some oohs with that.
"Gentleman, gentleman. Let's be cordial, right now. I have one final surprise!" Ronald says with a chuckle as he comes between the two "royals" of the wrestling industry.
"Surprise? What other bullshit you got up your sleeve, Wilson?" Ced venomously inquires as he comes nose to nose with Ronald.
"Surprise? I can't wait to see this." Freddy jokes.
"Anthony Dre! Come on down!" Ronald announces with a smile on his face to the crowd's amusement as "Bad Reputation" plays throughout the Sportatorium.
I like to live a little
I like to drink a little
I like to smoke a little
A small pyro display goes off as the 6'0" and 220-pound frame of Anthony Dre confidently strolls down the ramp. The elder statesman of the business is wearing an open black leather jacket (with OVER in large letters on the back and front) to show off his abs that he finally has, skinny jeans, black Air Force Ones, & a hat that says (you guessed it), 'OVER'. He approaches a lady sitting at ringside. "Hey baby, touch my abs." The woman immediately falls over in pure adoration of The Dre. The ladykiller briskly walks into the ring and immediately goes to shake hands with Ronald, who handed the world title belt to Alexis as The Dre entered the ring. Ced is seething at this. Why the hell is Anthony Fucking Dre here? Alexis hands her mic over to The Dre.
"The Dre knows what you guys are all wondering." Anthony Dre begins. "Yes, The Dre will be going over and claiming another world championship to stake The Dre's undisputed claim as the G.O.A.D. The Greatest of All Dres!"
"Dre, I'm happy you came, but-" Ronald replies.
"Dre, if you don't get your geriatric, wannabe relevant ass out of here!" Ced interrupts before eating a "Dre Kick" (Superkick) from Mr. Ten Stars.
"The Dre doesn't care. So as The Dre was saying, The Dre will prove that he is the real GOAT of Pro Wrestling! Not those jabronis Ric Flair, Hulk Hogan, and Jason Sabre!" The Dre continues.
"Anthony-" Ronald tries to speak up.
"Dre, I think you lost your mind, hermano." Freddy laughs while Ronald slowly grows in pissedtivity at the interruptions.
"The Dre doesn't appreciate your insolence." THE REALEST BEST BOUT MACHINE sharply says before delivering another "Dre Kick" to "The Prince". Ronald just facepalms at this as The Dre continues his speech. "The Dre will be-"
"DRE, YOU'RE NOT GONNA BE IN THE FUCKING GAUNTLET!" Ronald yells as he gives up.
"What do you mean The Dre isn't in the Gauntlet?" "Hollywood" Anthony Dre questions.
"You're not gonna be in the Gauntlet because you're supposed to be the special guest referee to help crown the first-ever champion," Ronald explains before facepalming once more. Once he removes his hand from his face, he eats a "Dre Kick".
"The main event sucks without The Dre in it, but The Dre accepts." Anthony Dre says in resignation before rolling out the ring.
The camera pans to ringside, where we meet our commentary team. SItting on the right is a slightly tanned and short (5'6") but stockily built Caucasian man in a navy-colored suit with a tan button-down shirt, a navy tie, and shiny brown dress shoes. Middle-aged, his balding head has short brown hair along the sides of it, which highlights his male pattern baldness on the top. Despite this, his smile could light up a dim room. By his side, there sat an even older and taller (6'1") gentleman that is wearing a grey t-shirt that said "The 90s Were The Best", bootcut jeans, and brown cowboy boots. His faded beige brown skin tells us he has been around the block a few times and refuses to let go of the grey cornrows he has at the top of his head. A scowl seems to be permanently etched on his face.
"Well, good evening, ladies and gentleman. We are here in the Dallas Sportatorium, home of the hottest new promotion in the WFA, Max Impact Pro!" The man on the right exclaims. "I am your play-by-play man, Orville Moore. And I am joined by the "Mississippi Mouthpiece" Jackson Corley."
"Thank you for the introduction, Orville," Jackson responds.
"You heard it here, first, folks," Orville continues. "Tonight, in our main event, we will be crowning our first-ever World Heavyweight Champion in the Gold Rush Gauntlet. 16 men enter this over the top rope gauntlet match. The final two men left standing in the ring will then have a match, where only pinfalls or submissions will get you the title."
"While I would prefer that Mr. Wilson going with a tournament, I can't wait to see what paperweight of a contender is going to be the World Champion," Jackson remarks, echoing the earlier sentiments of Ced. "I don't understand why you would bring in a star the caliber of Anthony Dre and not put him in the match!"
"It's the land of opportunity, Jackson! Any young star that we have here could potentially become our first-ever world champion."
"You are not wrong, Orville, but seasoned veterans such as Ced and Freddy Escobar should be the betting favorites going in."
"Now, let's go back to the ring. The action is about to begin." Orville remarks as the cameras refocus on Alexis Garcia in the middle of the ring.
6 Man Tag: Rey Pantera Jr, B.W. Wilson, & George Rogers vs The A-Listers (Adam Star & Vincent Lothario) & Zack Mercer
"This first match is a 6 man tag team match scheduled for one fall!" Alexis announces to the delight of the crowd.
Cualquiera Diria by Orlean
"Introducing first, from Juarez, Mexico, weighing in at 197 pounds, Rey Pantera Jr!" The crowd pops as a 5'7'' luchador jumps onto the stage. Built fairly lean and toned, the brown-skinned man is wearing a black panther mask (modeled after Tiger Mask), dark blue tights with black accents, wing-tipped black boots, and a black hoodie with the words 'Lucha Legacy' in the back in street graffiti. He high fives many fans on the way to the ring before slingshotting himself in the ring and sitting criss-cross applesauce.
"This kid is electric! He is absolutely limitless in his potential!" Orville exclaims as Pantera makes his entrance.
"I remember this kid's daddy from way back in the day. He has the talent and capabilities to go even farther than his father, Rey Pantera Sr!" Jackson shares his partner's excitement.
"You can already argue he's already surpassed him with 4 world title reigns with 3 as the CMLL World Heavyweight Champion and a run with AAA's Mega Championship," Orville gushes. "He's even had an acclaimed stint in New Japan Pro-Wrestling with a single IWGP Intercontinental Championship run and 2 reigns as the IWGP Junior Heavyweight Champion."
Doin what I wanna do, ackin how I wanna ack
Come how I wanna come, stunt how I wanna stunt
Bitch, I ack errywhere I go
"His partner, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, weighing in at 215 pounds, "The Lethal Weapon" B.W. Wilson!" The song gets the crowd excited as a 5'11" golden brown-skinned man with black cornrows swaggers his way down to the ring. He's wearing black tights with silver stripes going down the outseam, silver knee pads over his tights, black boots, and silver tape wrapped over his hands and wrists. He slides underneath the bottom rope and climbs atop one of the turnbuckles. He looks out to the crowd like Christian looking at his peeps before backflipping off the turnbuckle.
"This man was one of the top young amateur wrestling prospects a few years ago. He was an All-American at Penn State." Orville states, showcasing some research on this young man.
"He's in the big leagues, now, sonny. A year on the independents, and, now, he's in the Alliance." Jackson has also done his homework.
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death's construction
"And their partner, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing in at 204 pounds, "The Southern Dragon" George Rogers!" The 5'10" George walks onto the stage with his head down. He's wearing a black beanie, an open black sleeveless leather jacket, black sleeveless shirt, with his logo on the center of the front (the word 'Rogers' over two crossing kendo sticks), black skinny jeans, with knee-pads over them, & the bottom of the jeans tucked into jet black wrestling boots. When the beat kicks in, he rips off the beanie to reveal short thick dark umber brown hair. A short cedar brown beard covers his chin to complement his mustache of the same hue. He briskly walks to the ring before rolling under the bottom rope and squatting in his team's corner.
"I don't care for his hardcore schtick. His shelf life is gonna be much shorter than anybody else," Jackson utters.
"While he may be the style you love, Jackson, you cannot deny he's one of the best young brawlers to come out of the United Kingdom," Orville replies in defense of "The Southern Dragon".
Hollywood Hills, pocket full of shells
Sunset drag and I haven't even slept all day
Zone in, something's gotta give
Might as well live it up until the fat lady sings
"Their opponents, from Hollywood, California. Weighing in at a combined 375 pounds, "The Submission Magician" Adam Star and "The Cassanova" Vincent Lothario, The A-Listers!" In a cloud of smoke, the A-Listers magically appear on the stage. On the left, Adam, a 5'9" Caucasian man with tanned skin, short light brown hair, and a toned body, waves a wand. He's wearing a black top hat with a purple star on it, a purple magician tailcoat, a bowtie, white cuffs on his wrists, black trunks with purple stars on them, black knee pads with a purple star on each knee pad, and black wrestling boots. On the right, Vincent, a 5'10" caucasian man with a golden spray tan, long blonde hair, and washboard abs, tells his partner to stop. He is wearing a black pair of shades, a black leather jacket that says "Cassanova" in white text on the back, purple tights with a black waistband, black wristbands, and black wrestling boots. They strike a pose for the benefit of those with flash photography. They continue their strut to the ring before sliding into the ring. They flash another pose before they go wait in their corner for their partner.
"These two young men are one of the tag teams that are in high demand on the California independent scene," Orville informs.
"Must be in high demand for dumbasses that want a bootleg Houdini and a cheap Leonardo DiCaprio impersonation!" Jackson jokes.
"The Beaten Path" by Dale Oliver
"And their partner, from Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing at 220 pounds, "The Ace of Spades" Zack Mercer!" The crowd pops as the Las Vegas Ace walks out onto the stage. Zack raises his index fingers and middle fingers in the air as the lights of the arena come back on. He walks down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans in the front row. Once he reaches the ringside area, he looks around at the crowd. He walks around the ringside area to the ring and gets up onto the ring apron similar to The Miz. He holds onto the middle rope while he raises his index finger and middle finger with his other hand. He gets up to his feet and enters the ring before going over to the turnbuckle and doing his pose.
"That's a true star, right there," Jackson declares. "He looks like a million bucks and wrestles like it, too!"
"The Ace of Spades has been a champion in almost every promotion he's been in from TNA/Impact as a former World Heavyweight Champion, Television Champion, and X-Division, to Ring of Honor as a former Triple Crown Champion, to Pro Wrestling Guerrilla, and even in New Japan as a former IWGP Intercontinental Champion and IWGP Heavyweight Champion." Orville remarks in awe at the accomplishments of Mercer.
The two teams speak amongst themselves in their respective corners before the bell rings. Rey Pantera Jr and Zack Mercer, the two veterans of the six, stay in the ring and circle one another before engaging with a classic collar elbow tie-up, battling for strength. Mercer's size gave him an advantage allowing him to take control. He gets behind Pantera and locks in a waist hold. Mercer picks up the luchador and just dumps him onto the mat in a display of strength.
"These two have had wars in New Japan over the Intercontinental Title," Jackson mentions.
"Seems like Mercer has learned to keep Pantera grounded." Orville studies.
Zack Mercer turns his back to Pantera looking out at the crowd raising his arms as he laughs getting a mixed reaction from the crowd. Pantera, sensing weakness, immediately rolls him up with a school boy.
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"You're not getting The Ace of Spades on a roll-up!" Jackson proclaims.
"Mercer can't get too cocky. You give Pantera an inch, he'll gladly take it a whole mile." Orville calmly states.
Almost immediately, they both pop back up to charge at each other. Pantera catches Mercer with an arm drag. They get up again with Mercer catching Pantera with an arm drag, this time. They get up once more with Mercer going for a clothesline that Pantera ducks before dropkicking the back of the former ROH World Champion. Mercer hits the mat before rolling to the outside. Pantera runs as if he's going for a suicide dive, which makes Mercer brace for impact, only to look and see he's being laughed at by his opponents from Pantera's feinting. Pantera points to his temple and shakes his head at the "Las Vegas Ace" as he rejoins him in the squared circle.
"Pantera playing mind games with Mercer," Orville says.
"That was a staple of their feuds in New Japan and ROH." Jackson comments.
The two WFA veterans go to lock up again, but, this time, Mercer boots him in the gut to take over and throw him in his team's corner. Mercer delivers a back elbow, which causes Pantera to sink in the corner. He stomps on "El Rey Azteca" a few times before tagging in Vincent Lothario. Mercer picks up Pantera and puts him in an abdominal stretch before Vincent punches him in the gut. Mercer gets on the apron as Vincent wrenches Pantera's arm before dropping him with a side Russian leg sweep. He follows this up with a knee drop. He picks up the diminutive luchador and places him back in the corner. Lothario then chokes Pantera with his boot before tagging in Adam Star.
"You gotta ground him and cut the ring in half. These two idiots look like an actual tag team." Jackson speaks.
"You may not like them, but they are an effective pair together. I know you can admit that." Orville retorts.
The two briskly work together to suplex Pantera. Adam Star picks up Vincent Lothario to do an assisted leg drop on the masked man. Vincent rolls out the ring before Adam pins Pantera without hooking either leg.
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2.2 (KICKOUT)
"Ooh, a near fall at 2. Pantera has got to make it back to his corner!" Orville notes.
"The Houdini Hard-On has got him right where he wants him," Jackson watches, intently.
Star puts a grounded headlock on the luchador. B.W. and George cheer on their teammate as he powers up from the mat and starts to move towards the middle of the ring while still in the headlock. He elbows "The Submission Magician" before Adam lets go of the hold, but brings back in for a waist lock. Adam picks up his foe for a release German suplex, but Rey Pantera flips to land on his feet. Adam goes towards Pantera, who drops him with a dropkick to his left leg. Pantera scurries to his corner to tag in George Rogers before rolling out to recover.
"By God, that kid is slicker than cat piss!" Jackson marvels at Pantera's athleticism.
"He made the tag to Rogers!" Orville calls.
"Great, another fucking idiot gets in the ring!"
Like a bat out of hell, The Southern Dragon races into the ring and delivers a shoulder block to Adam. The magician gets back up to eat another shoulder block. Star gets back and throws a wily punch at Rogers, who ducks it and counters with a huge german suplex. Rogers then knocks off Lothario before running back to Adam Star for a Lou Thesz press to deliver some mounted punches. Zack Mercer runs into dropkick his fiery opponent in the back of the head, who slumps back to the canvas. The referee gets in Mercer's face to get him back to the corner while Adam Star crawls back to his corner to tag him back in. Rogers crawls to tag in B.W. Wilson, simultaneously.
"The Lethal Weapon" runs in and ducks a massive lariat attempt like he's in The Matrix. Wilson german suplexes Mercer and rolls through. He back suplex lifts Mercer into a "Lethal Dosage" (Lumbar Check). While he's still bent over, Lothario climbs up the top rope and lands the "Famouser" (Leg drop bulldog) on B.W. Wilson, who rolls towards his team's corner. Rey Pantera runs in to attack Lothario, who counters with a wheelbarrow, but Pantera counters that into a stunner. Lothario flops to the outside of the ring like a fish. Pantera celebrates a bit before Mercer catches him with an "Ace of Spades" (Superkick). Pantera falls into the waiting arms of Adam Star, who drops him on his bean with a "Star Seer" (Brainbuster) before leaving out of the ring. George Rogers grabs the magician and throws him into the ring steps. Mercer takes it all in and smiles. He's waiting for B.W. Wilson to get up. Like Shawn Michaels, he's tuning up the band for another "Ace of Spades". He goes in closer for the strike, but George Rogers comes in and turns him around for a boot to the gut. Rogers gets him up for a big time "Hardcore Heaven" (Brainbuster).
"This match is breaking down into chaos!" Orville proclaims.
"This is turning into a fucking car crash," Jackson chimes in.
Rogers covers him, but the referee refuses to count because he isn't the legal man. Rogers is livid at this realization before Lothario runs in for an impactful "Academy Award Kick" (Claymore). Lothario gets back in his team's corner to get the tag from a disheveled Zack Mercer. Lothario smells blood in the water as he stalks B.W. Wilson, who gets to his feet to take another boot to the gut. Lothario gets him for the "Box Office Bomb" (sitout powerbomb), but "The Lethal Weapon" counters with a well-timed hurricanrana, which drapes Lothario over the middle rope. Pantera runs in to deliver a tiger feint kick. Pantera runs the apron after Wilson gives him the tag. He climbs to the top. He leaps and connects with the "Panther's Roar" (Imploding 450 Splash). Pantera hooks both legs.
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DING DING DING
"And your winners!" Alexis proclaims to the roaring crowd. "The team of Rey Pantera Jr, B.W. Wilson, and George Rogers!" The three men join together in the ring to raise each other's hands in celebration.
"What a way to end our first match!" Orville exclaims.
"These people are just in love with Pantera and company." Jackson remarks.
"They're gonna be doing great things, here, in MIP!"
Adam Star crawls into the ring as they leave to check on his partner, who was pinned. Zack Mercer looks towards the trio making their way to the back with disdain as the cameras cut to commercial.
Bombshell Showcase: Whiskey Oshima (w/ T.D. Carson) vs Venus Justice (w/ Apollo Justice)
"This match will be scheduled for one fall!" Alexis proclaims into the mic. "This will be a part of our Bombshell Showcase!"
Redneck honey jiggled the bait
I took the worm and man I ate
Killed my number out at the farm
Then they sent me back with more ink on my arm
"Introducing first, from the Land of Asia. Being accompanied to the ring by "The Beverly Hills Dynamo'' T.D. Carson & weighing in at 125 pounds, "The Closer" Whiskey Oshima!" A 5'7" hawkishly beautiful Asian woman walks out from the back. Her long and silky black hair is in a ponytail and accentuates her dark eyes and olive gold skin. She is wearing a black leather jacket, a gold chain around her neck, a pair of red, fingerless biker gloves, which are studded along the knuckles and wrists with silver, a white tank top, black leather tights, black knee pads, bright red belt, and a pair of black pull-on Boots, trimmed by a trio of hanging golden chains along the shaft of the leather. Next to her, a well-built Texas gentleman with long, sun-darkened blond hair walks alongside her. The two make their way down the ramp before T.D. starts to slow up to give the spotlight to Whiskey. Reaching the ring quickly, she makes her way around to the steps with a slower pace, silently steeling herself for battle before marching up the stairway to the apron and ducking under the top rope to enter the ring. Now within the squared circle, she rids herself of her entrance gear, before choosing a corner at random for one last stretch while her theme is brought to a close.
"The Dynamo Dipshit has graced us with his presence. I was 5 times the manager he is back in my day." Jackson decries Carson.
"This isn't about your glory days, Jackson!" Orville gets him back in check. "Whiskey Oshima has traveled the globe for the past several years after training under the legendary Chris Sabin and Drew Gulak. Stops in Impact and WhatCulture Pro Wrestling has yielded her a couple of tag team title runs in those two companies, and, now, she wants to assert herself as one of the top contenders within our Bombshell Division."
Don't stop, don't stop, we're in luck now
Don't stop, there's so much to be found
We can find paradise
All we have to do is go, go free your soul!
"And her opponent, from San Diego, California. Being accompanied by her husband, Apollo Justice, and weighing in at 131 pounds, "The Protector of Peace" Venus Justice!" Out comes a 5'4" caucasian woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, a toned body, and a pink mask that covers the top half of her face. She is wearing a sleeveless jumpsuit that is pink from the shoulders to just above the waistline and black in the rest of the suit, pink gloves, and pink boots. A toned 5'9" caucasian man with short red hair walks beside her. He is wearing a green mask that covers the top half of his face. He also has on a sleeveless jumpsuit that is green from the shoulders to just above the waistline and black in the rest of the suit, green gloves, and green boots. The duo poses for the fans before Venus takes off down the ramp, high fiving several fans along the way. She rolls into the ring and runs over in a circle before running into the middle and posing once again.
"Shane Helms called. He just told me he's about to sue us for gimmick infringement." Jackson decries once more at the Justices.
"These two have been staples of the California independent scene for the past several years," Orville replies. "I wouldn't underestimate Venus Justice in this bout."
The women lock eyes with each other. Venus stretches a bit. Whiskey just stares through her soul with the zeal of a hitman. 'End this quickly, Whiskey! We have meetings!" T.D. Carson yells from ringside.
The two women meet in the middle. 'I am the Protector of Peace. I look forward to having a great match with you.' Venus confidently says to her opponent before offering a handshake. After a couple of unnerving moments, she pulls back her hand when Whiskey continues to stare her down without saying a word. They lock up with a collar and elbow tieup. Venus gains the early advantage by getting behind "The Closer". She delivers a forearm club to the back of the taller woman, who no sells it as she turns around. Venus throws a punch, but Whiskey blocks it before delivering a stiff one to the chin of the wannabe superhero.
"Whiskey is one of the best strikers in the industry," Orville states.
"I wouldn't get in a kicking contest with her. Her field goals would be good from 65 yards," The Mississippi Mouthpiece agrees.
Whiskey takes control of the wrist and hits a side kick to the gut. She wrenches the arm of her opponent and yanks it, causing a good deal of pain to her smaller opponent. With control of the arm, she takes Venus to her knees. Whiskey viciously shoot kicks Venus in the chest. 'Just a shot of Whiskey knocks 'em down!' The McMoney Man laughs on the outside. Whiskey shoot kicks Venus in her back. Venus falls face first onto the mat. Whiskey stomps on her back a couple of times before stepping back to take aim.
"Whiskey is sizing her up!" Orville yells in anticipation.
"That girl is finna get booted all the way to Hong Kong," Jackson mutters with a hint of concern in his voice.
Venus rises to her hands and knees before noticing Whiskey coming to boot her with a soccer kick. She dodges it but eats shit when Whiskey comes back with an axe kick. Venus's head bounces off the canvas, and she rolls over on her stomach. 'Cmon, honey! Get up! You can do it!' Apollo calls out to his prone wife. Whiskey smirks as she continues to play with Venus, just playfully kicking her side and legs. She brutally stomps on Venus's stomach. Whiskey taps the side of Venus's temple with the tip of her boot. She jumps up to deliver a brutal stomp, but Venus rolls out the way to dodge. However, Whiskey connects with a swiping back kick. 'Go ahead and take it home, baby!' T.D. Carson yells once more. The time for games are over.
"T.D. Carson wants this done, early," Orville states. "Venus doesn't even stand a chance."
"Whiskey is just toying with her like Michael Madsen in a warehouse." Jackson hyperboles.
Venus rolls back onto her stomach and gets to her hands and knees. Whiskey shoot kicks her in the side again. Venus gets on her hands and knees, again, but she eats the canvas once again when Whiskey brings the "H.U.R.T." (Step-Up Double Foot Stomp) to her. Whiskey rolls her opponent on her back. She places one foot on her to pin. The referee goes for the count.
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DING DING DING
"And your winner, Whiskey Oshima!" Alexis Garcia announces to a shocked crowd. Venus rolls over to her corner, where Apollo tends to her. T.D. Carson slides into the ring and raises Whiskey's arm in triumph.
"Whiskey Oshima makes quick work of Venus Justice. This definitely has to put her at the top of the ladder in our Bombshell Division," Orville rationalizes.
"Venus didn't even stand a chance. She just ran into a buzzsaw," Jackson remarks.
"Apollo is going to carry her up the ramp as we go to commercial break."
Interview Segment
We return from commercial break to see a bright-eyed young man with a mic in hand. He has caramel brown skin and chocolate brown eyes. He is wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with a pair of Air Jordan 1 sneakers with a button-up shirt, a suit vest with a tie, and a pair of gold glasses that went with his gold diamond earrings and gold watch on his wrist.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to MIP. I'm Jordan Stone, and I'm here with "The Pinnacle of Perfection" Deon Blade." The interviewer speaks as a milk chocolate brown-skinned man confidently walks into the frame with his head down to showcase his 360-degree spinning waves. He is wearing a black t-shirt that says "The Pinnacle of Perfection" in bold, gold lettering. His ring gear consists of grey tights with "BIG" going down his right leg and "TIME" going down his left leg in black lettering, black tape wrapped around his hands and wrists, a black elbow pad on his right arm, and a grey arm sleeve on his left arm. To complete his attire, he has a grey headband and black boots. "Now, Deon, ahead of your match tonight with James Norton, what are your thoughts?"
"What are my thoughts?" Deon chuckles a bit. To him, what is this question? He flashes a smile to show off his pearly whites. "What are my thoughts? My thoughts are that I am being completely disrespected by Ronald Wilson and the rest of his harebrained management."
"Disrespected?" Jordan replies, visibly confused. "How are you being disrespected by Mr. Wilson? He's giving you the chance to possibly be the first-ever Max Impact Pro World Heavyweight Champion!"
"That. That is how I'm being disrespected." Deon retorts as he wags his finger in the interviewer's face. "How am I being given a fair chance at being the champion when I'm not already in the Gold Rush Gauntlet? I have to have a 'qualifying match' just to get in while you have others like Freddy Escobar, who might not even be in the company come Friday at 5:00 pm, simply given a spot. Ronald Wilson is just giving away spots to everyone while he puts me in a 'qualifying match'. It's a slap in the face to somebody as perfect as I am."
"Well, if you defeat James Norton, you'd be guaranteed to have a good shot at the title," Jordan reminds Deon. "If you win, you'd be awarded the final spot in the Gold Rush Gauntlet."
"That may be correct, but why am I being put in the ring with this nobody? This washout from the NBA?" Deon flippantly asks.
"Deon, I wouldn't just write off a man as physically gifted and athletic as James Norton." Jordan cautions. "Former All-American basketball player from the University of Maryland. At 6'9" and 300 pounds, he is a physical marvel that you can't sleep on."
"Save that 'oh, he's 6'11", he's 7 foot' bullshit for someone who actually gives a damn. I've been cutting my teeth on the underground for the past 6 years and proving my worth in this damn business. And you think I'm gonna give a second thought to somebody who couldn't bang down low in the post? He's soft. S-O-F-T soft! Just because he's bigger doesn't mean he's anywhere near the caliber of athlete that I am. If they wanted me to work to get into the Gauntlet, they should have put me against Brett Halloway or James Black. Not some 2K generic Darko Milicic that management brought in to try to get some mainstream appeal. Now, Jordan, I must go and show all of you that bigger isn't better and send that draft bust back to developmental." Deon storms off towards the entrance.
Jordan looks on. "Well, it's back to you, Orville and Jackson."
"Deon Blade is certainly confident heading into his bout with James Norton," Orville observes.
"He believes his own bullshit!" Jackson criticizes. "He's got his head up on his ass cuz he dominated in backyard mudshows."
"While that may be true, it doesn't hurt to have confidence going in."
Gold Rush Gauntlet Qualifier: Deon Blade vs James Norton
"This match is scheduled for one fall. Whoever wins this match will be the final entrant in the first Gold Rush Gauntlet!" Alexis announces.
Bankroll after bankroll, big money!
I like it
Bankroll after bankroll
A million dollars on my mind, hunnid G's at a time, nigga!
Deon Blade, the man who just left his interview, comes out to "Bankroll" by Boosie Badazz. He cockily saunters down the ramp to little reaction from the crowd. "Introducing first, from Jackson, Mississippi. Weighing in at 262 pounds, "The Pinnacle of Perfection" Deon Blade!" Alexis announces to the crowd, who still have yet to care about this braggadocious newcomer. Deon takes his time as his music continues to play before hopping on the turnbuckle. He peels off his shirt to reveal a large tiger head tattoo on his back and the rest of his chiseled figure to the delight of a couple of female audience members before throwing his shirt into the crowd. He points at somebody in the crowd before he beats his own chest repeatedly. He screams something incoherent before hopping down from the turnbuckle.
"An MVP cosplayer!" Jackson mumbles. "How inspired!"
"He's certainly nobody to sneeze at. A former 4 star football recruit at linebacker, who chose to go into wrestling instead," Orville reveals.
"He can talk the talk. Let's see if he can back it up is all I'm saying." Jackson says.
When you're standing next to me
It's the feeling that you get
Everything you ever had
It's all about me, it's all about the power
"And his opponent, from Rockville, Maryland. Weighing in at 300 pounds, James Norton!" A familiar looking 6'9" Caucasian male with short brown hair, bushy eyebrows, strong jawline, chest hair, and a physique reminiscent of Zeus himself came out to a solid reaction from the crowd. He has a tattoo on his left shoulder of two roses, one on top of the other, with a vine with thorns in between each rose. He makes his way to the ring wearing sunglasses and a gold vest to go along with his gold trunks. The goofy grin set on his face almost makes you forget that he's an ungodly behemoth of muscle and athleticism. He stops to flex and pose to the delight of many before taking off his sunglasses and handing them to a little girl sitting in the front row. He climbs up the steps before entering the ring over the top rope.
"Certainly an impressive figure. He's a relative newcomer in the business, but he makes up for it with a lot of raw, physical ability," Orville divulges.
"It takes a lot of ability to make it to the NBA, but it takes even more to become a big time player in this business," Jackson adds.
The two men meet in the middle of the ring. James looks down towards his opponent before offering a handshake to the apathy of Deon, who smugly smacks James's hand away.
The two lock up in a collar and elbow tie up before Deon kicks James in his knee to gain an advantage to secure a side headlock takedown. He lets go of the side headlock. 'Ain't so easy, ain't it?' Deon taunts James with a laugh before James gets back up. They go to lock up again, but Deon kicks James in his midsection before double underhooking his arms. Deon goes to work with some knees to James to set up a butterfly suplex that James blocks by overpowering him and charging them both into the nearby turnbuckle. James drives his shoulder into Deon's midsection a few times before the ref steps in to break it up.
James steps away to allow Deon out of the corner, which allows James to uppercut Deon and grab him by the nape of his neck for a biel throw. Deon crashes hard and favors his back a bit before getting up. James scoops up Deon for a body slam and sends him back down hard on the mat. James runs the ropes for a leg drop with some nice elevation to be met with nobody home as an opportunistic Deon slides out of the ring to get a breather and formulate a game plan. The ref starts a count.
"It looks like the rookie is giving the loudmouth a run for his money," Jackson chuckles.
"Deon Blade has to find a game plan if he wants to be crowned as the first world champion in MIP!" Orville chimes in.
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Deon slides back in the ring as James gets to his feet. Deon runs the ropes and delivers a jumping shoulder block to the former All-American, which puts him back on the mat. When James gets back on his feet, Deon delivers another kick to James's midsection before wrenching his left arm to transition into a side Russian leg sweep. Deon continues on the offensive by keeping the big man on the mat with a Davey Boy Smith chin lock and a knee in his back. He holds on to the rest hold for about 10 seconds before loosening his grip to deliver a few vicious crossface punches. Deon grabs James by his short hair to get him up for an open hand slap to the face of the former power forward. This fires up James to deliver a series of punches to Deon, who bounces off of the ropes into a big flapjack. James turns Deon over for a pin with a hook of the leg.
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"Ooh, a kickout at 2, right there. James Norton seems to have control of this match," Orville remarks.
"Blade must have thought this was Alabama versus a little directional school from Wyoming!" Jackson laughs.
James stands over his downed opponent and laughs at him. 'Look at you.' James jokes before being surprised with an inside cradle from the crafty Deon.
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The two get back to their feet after James's kickout. James goes for a clothesline, but Deon ducks and gets behind James. He lifts James up for an impactful German suplex. 'Welcome to the Asylum, bitch!' Deon snaps at James. Deon goes to Irish whip James, who reverses to make Deon run the ropes into a stiff big boot. Deon tries to shake off the cobwebs from that shot. He gets back up in time to duck a clothesline attempt from James. Both men run the ropes and almost decapitate each other with stiff clotheslines. The referee goes to check on both men.
"They almost just took each other's heads off, man, gahdamn!" Jackson claims.
"Big double down right there. Who's gonna get up first for the advantage?" Orville questions.
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Both men get up once more and come together like magnets. They both start to viciously punch one another until James gets the advantage with a few uncontested shots. He brings Deon in tight for a hug before throwing with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Deon crawls over to the corner to lift himself up, which indirectly sets up James for a big corner splash. James backs up as Deon staggers into a bruising sidewalk slam from James. James hooks the near leg as the referee goes down to count.
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James claps his hands in frustration. He picks up Deon before delivering a stiff right hand to the arrogant bastard, who continues to stagger around a bit before James gets him up on his shoulders in a backbreaker rack. Deon regains his bearings and starts to jab James with his elbow as James attempts the "BFG" (Cesaro's UFO/spinning backbreaker rack). James starts to spin but slows down as Deon wriggles out after a couple of elbow strikes to James's head. Deon grabs James by the tights for an O'Connor rollup.
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"Another near fall there. Who is going to slip up first?" Orville questions, once more.
"He almost had the big guy with the tights," Jackson adds.
Deon turns to see a charging James before he counters with a snap scoop powerslam. 'BFB. Big Fucking Bust.' Deon taunts the man on the mat with a hearty laugh, beckoning James to get up. Another boot to the midsection catches James as Deon tries to get the 300 pounder over his head for a delayed vertical suplex. He gets James's feet off the ground, but James continues to sandbag to block the attempt. James knees Deon and chucks him overhead once more with a toss suplex. Deon gets up and eats a massively stiff discus lariat from the University of Maryland standout. James runs the ropes again and hits a leg drop. James rolls away to stalk his opponent. Deon slowly gets up with assistance from the ropes. He turns around to be greeted with a hand to his throat. James tries to go for "Hang Time" (Chokeslam) and lifts up the smaller man, but Deon keeps up with the elbows to be put back down. Deon runs at and surprises the big man with the "Box Office" (a jumping reverse STO/Paydirt). He rolls James over and hooks the leg.
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Deon is frustrated with the kickout. 'I'm finna put you out to pasture, Boxer,' the arrogant bastard tells his much larger foe. Deon gets James in position for the finish, the "Main Attraction" (spinning sitout lifting double underhook facebuster/Angel's Wings). It's a foregone conclusion, but the inexperienced giant manages to overpower his more seasoned opponent again with a big back body drop. James is on one knee while Deon struggles to recover in the corner. The former NBA power forward turns around and sets his sights on his opponent. Like a bull in Barcelona seeing red, he charges at the man in the corner for a splash, only to be met with a turnbuckle. He grabs his chest in pain and staggers towards the middle of the ring as Deon flies at him for an emphatic "FInal Feature" (The Pounce). He hooks the leg again.
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DING DING DING
"And your winner, "The Pinnacle of Perfection" Deon Blade!" Alexis proclaims to a booing crowd. The referee raises the arm of Deon, who then snatches his arm back. He climbs the turnbuckles and beats his chest.
"What a devastating finishing manuever?!" Orville marvels. "James Norton was like a receiver going over the middle of the field."
"Didn't know what hit him," Jackson finishes. "And, now, that dipshit, Deon Blade, has the best odds at becoming the first-ever MIP World Heavyweight Champion in our main event, tonight."
"That's right, folks. Deon Blade has secured the final spot in the Gold Rush Gauntlet," Orville explains, once more. "Remember folks, it's 16 men. Over the top rope gauntlet rules. Final two men in the ring will get to face each other in a match at the end. Winner via pinfall or submission will be crowned as the first-ever MIP World Heavyweight Champion."
"I hope it isn't this guy." Jackson decries again as the broadcast goes to commercial break.
Interview Segment
The cameras open back to bright eyed Jordan Stone, once more. This time, he is joined by an elated T.D. Carson and a stonefaced Whiskey Oshima.
"Ms. Oshima, you truly made an impact upon your debut here in MIP." Jordan gives praise to "The Closer". "Do you have any words for any of those in the locker room?"
Whiskey just stares at the interviewer. No words jump from her tongue as silence permeates through the room, which makes Jordan slightly uncomfortable. The Carson Dynasty Duke laughs before speaking on her behalf. "I will keep this brief for y'all. My associate Whiskey Oshima is the deadliest woman on the roster. What that was out there was just a taste of the punishment that she will deliver upon any unfortunate soul that is brave enough to step in the ring with her. Now, we must be on our way." The duo leaves as the cameras shift back to the ring.
"Despite that brief interview, I'm pretty certain that they will be watching this next matchup," Orville speaks up.
"Those two would be fools not to," Jackson cautions. "Anything and everything can happen here in MIP."
"You're not kidding, Mr. Corley. I think you can't get too cocky when it comes to anybody on this roster." Orville adds.
Bombshell Showcase: Cookie vs Valeria Rodriguez
"This next contest is scheduled for one fall!" Alexis Garcia exclaimed into the microphone. "This is the second part of our Bombshell Showcase!"
Here I am, once again
Feeling lost but now and then
I breathe it in to let it go
The crowd pops as "Make It Shine" by Victoria Justice sounds out through the Sportatorium. "Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida. Weighing in at 125 pounds, Cookie!" As Alexis introduced her, a woman, who stood at about 5'3", appeared on the stage to some fanfare from the crowd. She has tanned skin, shoulder length brown hair, light brown eyes, a small button nose, & a slim and toned body. She wears a red sleeveless singlet with short black trunks, black wrist tape, tan colored stockings, and black boots. She walks towards the ring while holding a basket full of fortune cookies. Cookie tosses the fortune cookies at the crowd as she skips to ringside. Before rolling into the ring, she handed the basket, which still has 3 fortune cookies left, to the timekeeper. She begins to stretch as she waits for her opponent.
"Cookie is one of the rising stars in our sister promotion, BLOW," Orville explains. "She's a scrappy talent that will fight to the very end."
"She's a great story and all, Orville, but her opponent is something special," Jackson claims.
See Your Hands (Instrumental)
"And her opponent, from Hollywood, California. Weighing in at 187 pounds, "The Puerto Rican Glamazon", Valeria Gonzalez!" A 5'11" woman with a nice brown tan walks out onto the stage. The men in the audience all let out a collective wolf whistle at the sight of her. Her long brown hair is tied up in a ponytail, atop her round head. Her ring attire consists of a white leather brassiere, black fingerless gloves, black leather pants, and black wrestling boots. Valeria flexes her muscles as her music plays. She cracks her knuckles and then strolls to the ring. Once she gets into the ring, she turns her back to the hard cam before flexing her muscles again and then putting her hands on her hips.
"One of the most physically imposing women in the business, today, Valeria has been alongside Adam Star and Vincent Lothario during their tremendous run on the independent circuit," Orville proclaims.
"Why did you have to remind me of those two idiots?" Jackson comments.
"They're all in the same stable, Jackson," Orville replies.
The two women lock eyes with each other and size each other up before the referee signals for the bell to be rung. The two lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Valeria immediately overpowers Cookie and backs her into the turnbuckle. She delivers an elbow to the side of Cookie's head before stepping back to kick her opponent in her midsection. Valeria backs out to size Cookie up once more before charging at Cookie in the corner. Cookie recovers to deliver an elbow of her own as a counter to Valeria's charge. Valeria is stunned before Cookie catches her with a low roundhouse kick to Valeria's knee. Cookie gets out of the corner before Valeria turns to face her once again in the middle of the ring.
"Cookie gotta stick and move. Stick and move," Jackson says as he does his worst impersonation of a boxer.
"Valeria easily outclasses her in the strength and power department. It'll be interesting to see how she fares," Orville remarks.
They lock up again with a collar and elbow tie up before Valeria once again gains the advantage on her smaller opponent with a side headlock. She stands firm with the hold as Cookie tries to elbow her way out of it to no avail. However, they get close enough to the ropes for Cookie to use her momentum to get Valeria to break the hold and run the ropes. They meet in the middle, where Valeria overpowers her once more with a shoulder block. Valeria laughs as Cookie is on the ground, wincing, before grabbing by Cookie's hair to pick her back up. She takes control of Cookie's wrist and wrenches it as Cookie writhes in pain. Valeria yanks Cookie's arm before pulling her in for a short armed lariat that turns Cookie inside out as she lands face down on the canvas.
"That was vicious," Orville oohs and ahs at the bump.
"She looked like Tony Hawk on his skateboard," Jackson adds on top of that.
Valeria admires her handiwork and smiles as Cookie slowly rolls onto the apron. Valeria approaches her and grabs her by the hair once more to pick her. She gets Cookie in a front facelock and hooks her right arm around her neck. Cookie tries to fight out of it with her free arm, but she gets overpowered again by Valeria, who lifts her up in the vertical suplex position. Valeria walks to the middle of the ring with Cookie in the air. She performs a couple of half squats before Cookie is able to connect with a knee to Valeria's head. She drops down to reverse the suplex into a tornado DDT. Both women are downed, but Cookie crawls on top of Valeria, but doesn't hook the leg.
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"That was a great display of strength by Valeria-" Orville starts.
"But an even better counter from Cookie!" Jackson interrupts.
Valeria presses Cookie off of her. The two recover and stand up. Valeria charges into an arm drag from Cookie. Valeria gets up and charges into another arm drag. Valeria is slower to get up this time, but right on time for Cookie to hit a spinning heel kick on the Glamazon. The Glamazon rolls out of the ring to collect herself. Cookie plays to the crowd a bit before she slingshots herself over the top rope into a crossbody on Valeria as she turns around. The crowd pops as Cookie gets back up and picks Valeria back up to roll her back in the ring. Cookie slides in to make the pin again.
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"That's not going to keep Valeria down," Orville shakes his head.
"She's doing her best, but she's gonna have to do much more to keep her down," Jackson agrees.
Valeria kicks out and rolls onto her stomach. While the pin didn't yield the result she wanted, Cookie focuses on the task at hand. Valeria turns to Cookie letting out a barrage of strikes to her chest and midsection. Cookie delivers several knife-edged chops to Valeria before irish whipping her to run the ropes. On the rebound, Cookie throws a running crossbody at Valeria, who is taken to the mat with it. However, Valeria rolls through with it and holds Cookie up in position for a fallaway slam before transitioning her to the fireman's carry position. Cookie tries to elbow her much stronger opponent to get free but to no avail. Valeria then presses her up to hold her in the military press. She walks around confidently with Cookie before dropping her with a powerslam. She stands tall over Cookie, who is rolling around in pain.
"That is power on display!" Orville exclaims.
"This could be the beginning of the end, Orville!" Jackson declares.
Valeria waits until Cookie rolls onto her back to place a single foot on her for a nonchalant, cocky pin. The referee goes down to make the count, but Valeria takes her foot off to stomp Cookie on her chest. She moves around to Cookie's stomach to stomp her a couple more times before moving down and stomping on Cookie's ankle. Cookie continues to writhe in pain as Valeria continues to stalk her prey. Cookie gets hoisted in the air by Valeria for the "Glam Slam" (Chickenwing facebuster) before reversing into a "Cookie Cutter" (RKO) out of nowhere. Both women are downed once more. The referee waits for a moment before he starts his count.
"WHAT A REVERSAL!" Orville pops alongside the crowd.
"YOU GOTTA COVER HER, KID!" The normally nonchalant Jackson has been taken with the pop.
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Cookie crawls over to Valeria again, which causes the referee to stop the count. Cookie rolls Valeria over to cover her. She hooks the leg.
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"She was so close!" Orville exclaims, again. "Just a millisecond away from winning!"
"She's gotta be thinking what do I have to do to end it?" Jackson voices.
Cookie can't believe that Valeria kicked out of the Cookie Cutter! She looks over to the top turnbuckle before the gears in her head start to turn. She drags Valeria closer to be in place. Cookie goes up to the top rope before doing the Sign of the Cross. She goes for the "Cookie Crush" (360 Splash), only to be met by the canvas as Valeria moves out of distance. Cookie is dazed as Valeria recovers before her. The opening is there. Cookie grabs onto the bottom rope to get up before she turns into a "GORE!" (Spear) from Valeria. Valeria drags her into the middle of the ring and covers with the hook of the leg.
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DING DING DING
"And your winner, "The Puerto Rican Glamazon" Valeria Gonzalez!" Alexis exclaims to the crowd. Valeria's music blares throughout the Sportatorium as her arm is raised by the referee. Cookie lies there lifeless as Valeria stoically stares down at her before she rolls out of the ring to head to the back.
"And in the end, Valeria stands tall over Cookie!" Orville makes the call.
"If I'm Cookie, I can't be disappointed with myself. She put up a hell of a fight against a much bigger opponent," Jackson chimes in.
"I couldn't agree any more, Jackson. And, now, all that we have left is our main event. The Gold Rush Gauntlet to crown the first-ever Max Impact Pro World Heavyweight Champion!" Orville continues to plug the main event.
"It's 16 men. Over the top rope gauntlet rules. Anthony Dre as the special guest referee. Last two men in the ring will have a standard match, where only by pinfall or submission are winner could be had. And he will be crowned as the first-ever Max Impact Pro World Heavyweight Champion!" It's Jackson's turn to explain the rules now.
"And, we'll be right back with that main event with words from our sponsors!" Orville announces as the broadcast goes back to commercial break.
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