RPW Showtime: Episode 8

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RPW Showtime: Episode 8

Post by Tony Atlas on Tue May 16, 2017 2:34 am



EPISODE 8



The usual orange pyro explodes from the stage, as the cameras pan around the arena, taking in the excitable Maryland audience!

J.R.: Good evening and welcome to RPW Showtime, here in Baltimore, Maryland!

Tazz: And what do we have ahead of us tonight JR? A tag team match where we'll see rivals go at it, and RPW's first ever Highlight Reel, with special guest Howell Saxon!

J.R.: Yes! We're only a week away from Locked & Loaded, and things are gonna heat up tonight!

Tazz: I've got goosebumps JR!

As the crowd steadily calms down, the Titantron begins broadcasting a scrambled signal of static and interference accompanied only by a distorted voice reading off various combinations of letter and numbers. No music, no real visuals, just a distorted man's ramblings.

"B4.B3.A1.E1.A5.A4.B4.A5.A4.A1.D4.B3.C4.D5.D3.A1.C3.A4.A4.A5.A1.D4.B3.D3."

Each alphanumeric combination is separated with a low, distorted "boom" sound. As the string comes to end, the booming loudens, quickens and raises in pitch, until the almost deafening booms shake the large screen itself, almost seeming as if the Titantron is about to fall off of its supports. However the booming suddenly ends, becoming the relatively familiar sound of a chiming bell. A church bell at that.

"C3.C4.C4.C3.A5.B4.D3.D3.A1.B1.A5."

The image of a large church appears behind the static on the Titantron. As the picture becomes clearer we can make out the large spire behind the doors. As more details appear on the screen, we can begin to see that the church is actually rather derelict, with large chips of the stonework missing from the roof, wilted trees and what looks like a heap of crumbled stone laying on the steps which were most probably the remains of an old gargoyle. Before we can get a good look at the rest of the building's features, the camera cuts to the inside of the dilapidated church, where amidst the wreckage of what was once a lavishly adorned altar room stands a shadowed figure in black slacks and little else. He speaks softly yet keeps his back to the camera.

"I have been to the extremes that others cower from a mortal and returned immortal."

The voice coupled with the physique of the man make it obvious that it is none other than The Charismatic Enigma himself, Jeff Hardy!

Jeff Hardy
"I have stepped into the flame and returned unburnt."

He motions to the candles flickering beside him.

Jeff Hardy
"I have lost the senses that once guided me. I have lost my way. I have lost my heart and my soul and my mind.
I have lost all feelings that once resonated through my being and now I am empty.
"

He turns his head to the side, allowing a small amount of red and black facepaint to be seen from behind the shadow.

Jeff Hardy
"The weak and pitiful morsel you revered, you loved and cheered for... Is dead. Jeff Hardy is dead. Jeff Hardy was weak. Jeff Hardy was never enough. The man had to be killed in that ring last week. I had to let him die so that I may live."

Hardy turns fully now, and whilst still being difficult to see at best, more of his features can be made out, most notably his large stylized cross drawn across the center of his chest.

Jeff Hardy
"I am not him. I am not him."

He begins stepping out of the shadow slowly, calculating each step he takes.

Jeff Hardy
"I am the Alpha. I am the Omega."

With each step closer, the image begins to deteriorate yet again.

Jeff Hardy
"I am your savior. I am your redemption."

The man can now be seen fully, the red and black facepaint now being revealed as being more liquid than paint as if he were bleeding from his eyes, which were hidden behind plain white contacts.

Jeff Hardy
"I am the Antichrist of Professional Wrestling..."

He stops suddenly and stares blankly into the camera, piercing into the soul of everyone watching.

Nero
I am Nero.

His chapped lips slowly form into a distorted smile as his eyes continue to stare, still without blinking.

Nero
As I took Owen James, As I took Perro, As I took Misawa... I will take you.

Nero softly begins to sing as the camera turns completely static again and eventually cuts out completely, with only the gentle singing carrying on for a few seconds more.

Nero
B4.A1.C2.C3.A5.D2.C4.B4.A1.C2.C3.A5.D2.C4..B4..A1.C2....C3.A5.D2.C4.

Captain Rump and his manager Daniel are sitting at a small chinese restaurant with a banquet laid out in front of them. Rump is continuously chowing down on whatever is laid in front of him using his hands, while Daniel is taking a more dignified approach, while staring down Rump. Rump pauses for a moment and looks up at Daniel.

Rump
What's up? Is there a reason you're staring me down!?


Without missing a beat Rump continues shoving food into his mouth.

Daniel
I suggest you slow it down there a bit big guy. You keep shoving food down your throat without pausing and you'll end up choking. Wouldn't want you passing out on me before your big match tonight.


Captain Rump holds up one of the dumplings, points it at Daniel, and begins speaking with his mouth half full.

Rump
Trust me, there are worse thinks that could kill me. Besides what's wrong with living a little?


Rump begins to laugh while Daniel just sighs. Rump looks over to a lady who's pushing a cart around the restaurant.

Rump
Hey! Can we get another round of everything over here. And some more saki! Thanks!


Quincy Reagan vs Goldust




The pair makes their entrances, both to a warm reception, but Reagan to much more fan affair. Once in the ring, the pair shake hands respecfully.

The bell rings.

Reagan and Goldust approach one another in the centre of the ring, where Reagan attempts  a lock-up, but Goldust's speed allows him to get behind Quincy and tightly grip him around the waist from behind. He attempts to lift Quincy, but Reagan doesn't allow it, anchoring himself to the mat, before rolling forwards and sending Goldust over his head, where he collides with the turnbuckle. Goldust gets back to his feet quickly, before being planted on his back by a monstrous hip toss from Reagan!

Quincy waits for Goldust to get back to his feet, before knocking him back down with a clothesline! Goldust's back up! And back down after another clothesline! Quincy lifts Goldust to his feet and attempts an irish whip, but Goldust turns it around, and pulls Reagan back into a kitchen sink, causing him to spin over the Bizarre One's leg and thud to the mat!

Jim Ross: And Goldust starts to come back in this one!

Goldust drops an elbow on Reagan's neck, before locking him up in a sleeper! Reagan tries to regain his bearings, and once he does, he grabs Goldust's arm, and pulls it away from his neck with a huge amount of strength! Before Goldust can quite recuperate from the shock, Reagan is up to his feet, and drops Goldust with a Samoan Drop!

Reagan covers him...

1...

2...

Kickout!

Reagan lifts Goldust back to his feet, but a series of punches to the mid-section knock the wind out of Reagan, before Goldust follows up with a swift uppercut to Quincy's jaw that knocks him back into the turnbuckle! Goldust takes a run up, before crashing onto Reagan with a corner splash! Reagan's dizzy, as Goldust takes another charge, and hits him with another! Reagan stumbles out of the corner, and Goldust keels him over with a gut-kick, before locking him up for a DDT!

But Reagan reverses it with a Back Body Drop! Goldust clutches his back in pain, as Reagan pulls him back to his feet, and pushes the Bizarre One into the ropes, before irish whipping him! Reagan runs at the perpendicular ropes, and as Goldust bounds back... POUNCE! Goldust soars across the ring before crashing brutally into the mat!

Tazz: Jesus Christ! He nearly knocked him out of the arena!

Reagan drags Goldust into the centre of the ring, before hooking his leg...

1...

2...

...3!

Quincy Reagan defeats Goldust in 6:57

Quincy raises his arms in victory, before moving over to the turnbuckle, and pointing to the hard camera. He looks right down it, before speaking loudly 'It'll be the same result at Locked & Loaded! Just you wait! Daddy's gonna bring it home!' The scene fades out.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Captain Rump makes his way backstage without a care in the world while Daniel following right behind holding onto Rump luggage. The few stay quite for a while as they make their way into the locker room. Daniel places the luggage on a nearby bench which prompts Rump to begin rummaging through his things.

Daniel
You don't have a lot of time before your match, so we better prepare.


Rump
Who's my opponent for tonight?


Daniel
You're going to be going toe to toe with Kevin Owens, this should be a tough match i've seen what he can do in the ring.


Captain Rump looks puzzled for a second.

Daniel
Don't let that sike you out though, you have a shot here. Just try and adjust to his weak points and you should be fine. Use your size to your advantage when you get a chance and make sure you keep your blind spots to a minimum. And of course if the opportunity opens up nail him with a Dreaded Stinkface, that always gets the crowd going.


Rump smirks at Daniel's comments.

Rump
You're not half bad kid. I feel we're going to work well together.


Daniel
Now hurry up and finish getting ready. You got to prepare for tonight.


Jeremy Stevens vs Jeff Hardy




Following his words earlier, Jeff Hardy comes out to a rather negative crowd response. Some still cheer, excited to see Hardy in RPW, but regardless of response, Hardy ignores them all the same. He's followed by Stevens, who is met with a rain of cheers from the crowd, many who wear his shirts, and eagerly perform his signature fist bump taunt with him.

The two men walk around the ring as the bell sounds, neither of their gazes wandering. Stevens leans in to the center, as if to tease a lock up, but Hardy backs up. Their circling continues from there, until Hardy teases a lock up. Stevens hesitates at first, but soon they’ve locked up. It’s a messy lock up, as they begin to sprawl around the ring.

They end up in the corner, Hardy’s back against the turnbuckle. The referee quickly makes a move to separate the men and break the now illegal lock up. Stevens, the sportsman he is, begins to back up, slowly. However, he hasn’t backed up far enough, as Hardy grabs him by his hair and manages, between him and the referee, to land a headbutt. Stevens retreats on his knees, with the referee admonishing Hardy.

Jim Ross: When did this man's tactics get so nasty!

Tazz: Think he's bringing some stuff to the table that he learned outside of the WWE JR.

Nonchalantly, Hardy ignores the referee and pursues his opponent, grabbing him again by the hair and returning him to the corner, back first. A right handed slap across the face is quickly followed by a left handed uppercut, and then finally an unforgiving right handed punch to the jaw. Rapid fire gut kicks and face punches follow this series, leaving Stevens worn out and sat in the corner. Hardy walks away from the turnbuckle before returning to it in order to successfully hit his classic Hardyac Arrest.

Stevens rolls to the center of the ring but Hardy pulls him to his feet and attempts to whip him into the ropes. This attempt is reversed by Stevens, but then quickly reversed by Hardy, successfully sending Stevens into the ropes. An attempted clothesline is ducked by Stevens. Off the other set of ropes, he returns, delivering a sling blade – or so it looked like it’d be at first, but at the last second, with fantastic athleticism, he turns it into an inverted headlock backbreaker. Hardy holds his back before Stevens hooks the leg.

1...

Kick Out!

Jim Ross: Close call there!

Jeff brings his body up with the kick out, now sat up. Jeremy quickly takes advantage of this, taking to the ropes he just left in order to bring Hardy to his back yet again with an unrelenting forward dropkick square in the jaw. Holding his hands to his jaw, Hardy has no protection when Stevens quickly follows up with a beautifully performed shooting star press.

Tazz: This is the kinda offense he'll be bringing to Quincy Reagan next Sunday at Locked & Loaded!

The leg is quickly hooked again.

1...

2...

Kick Out!

Stevens doesn’t take long to start planning out his next play. He drags Hardy up, and makes sure he’s stunned with a kick to the gut. From there, he starts his run away towards the ropes, but despite quite obviously having the wind knocked out of him, Jeff is able to aggressively grab a bundle of Jeremy’s hair and send the back of his head flying down to the mat. Jeff takes a second to catch his breath before running to the set of ropes parallel to Steven’s body, springboard off the second rope, and return with an elbow planted directly into Jeremy’s heart. He leaves his arm where it lands, arrogantly covering Stevens. He stares down the referee as the count goes on.

1...

2...

Kick Out!

Jim Ross: This is a Hardy who scares me!

Tazz: Yeah! You see the way he looked at that ref!

Stevens sits up with the kick out, shoving Hardy’s arm off of him. Hardy, on his feet, responds with a stiff boot to the face. This is followed by two angry stops to Jeremy’s midsection, forcing Stevens to sit back up. Hardy reintroduces his back to the mat after an aggressive yet nonchalant back kick once again in the face.

Hardy, seemingly satisfied with his performance so far, begins to give himself a round of applause, very much to the crowd’s derision. He bends down, now like a true snarky bastard, clapping over the downed Stevens’ face. It backfires, however, when Jeremy quickly takes advantage and rolls Hardy up in a surprise small package!

1...

2...

Kick out! Just barely!

Jim Ross: By God! So close!

Both men quickly rise to their feet, but it’s Stevens who is able to grab Jeff by the wrist and send him to the ropes. Hardy rebounds and quickly charges Jeremy in the form of a crossbody. As it lands, however, Stevens is somehow able to reverse the move, rolling over on top of Hardy. Quickly, he pushes off, Hardy dazed and confused. Off the ropes with a speed not yet seen tonight, Stevens nails a Shining Wizard! Into another cover.

1...

2...

Kick Out!

Stevens wastes no time in pulling Hardy up. He lifts Hardy for a vertical suplex, but at its peak, Jeff turns it around, landing on his feet to Stevens’ back. Quickly, he pulls his head down under his arm: Reverse Twist of Hate – no, Stevens turns out of it and performs a twisting neckbreaker of his own – except that too is rolled out of and here comes Hardy with a traditional Twist of Hate – but no, the war ends with Stevens pushing Hardy off.

The force of the push sends Hardy to the corner – Whisper in the Wind! This move hits! Hardy ignores the cover attempt and instead begins to scale the turnbuckle. He readies himself for a Swanton Bomb...

But Stevens is up! He jumps up onto the turnbuckle to join Hardy! Jeff tries to fight him off, but a high kick to the head knocks him dazed, and allows Stevens to wrap his arms around Hardy's waist! BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE! Both men crash hard to the mat!

Tazz: Man! That's gotta hurt!

Hardy rolls around on the mat, looking unable to stand, as Stevens uses the turnbuckle to help him to his feet. Once he's up, he turns to look at Hardy, in perfect place of the turnbuckle, and smiles as he does his signature windmill fist bump, before he begins to climb!

Stevens is on the top rope, he takes one last look at Hardy before he leaps... PHOENIX SPLASH!

NO! Hardy rolls out of the way, and Stevens crashes hard onto his stomach, the momentum bouncing him back up onto his knees! He clutches his stomach hard, before Hardy pulls him down by his tights into a schoolboy!

1...



2...




...3!

Jeff Hardy defeats Jeremy Stevens in 13:43

Jim Ross: And Hardy takes it! Hardy's won it!

Tazz: Woah! Just goes to show you, take your eye off the game for a second, and it can be all over!

Jim Ross: And it was Hardy having his eye on the game, that allowed him to pick up the win!

Tazz: Let's just hope Stevens keeps a clearer head in his match against Reagan next week!

Stevens looks bewildered, unable to believe he too has been caught by a roll-up, just had he had beat Reagan the week before. He gets up and offers to shake Hardy's hand, but the Enigma almost looks down his nose at him, before exiting the ring, and heading backstage, as the boos grow in size.

The scene fades in to show the communal RPW locker room. Some superstars and referees are sighted by the fans in the arena and this prompts warm reactions. The pan ends on none other than the RPW Extreme Champion, Kurt Angle, lacing up his boots. Something comes to his attention, prompting him to look up.

Kurt Angle
Oh, it's you.

Kurt looks back down and finishes lacing up. He stands up and looks Road Dogg in the eye. The fans cheer as they see Jesse James.

Kurt Angle
Listen, I know I've beaten you in two different matches and I dug into you hard a few weeks ago. Maybe a little harder than I should have. But the truth is you and I have one thing in common, and the two guys we're facing tonight do as well. It's not gonna help us any if we dislike each other even more than they do, right?

Dogg doesn't seem too impressed with Angle's words.

Kurt Angle
I'm not gonna beat around the bush, Dogg. This baby? Kurt pats the title belt. I know damn well you want it. And if you wanna come at me for it, I welcome the prospect of beating you again with open arms. However, I think we both have enough integrity and intelligence to put our differences and conflicting goals aside and take out those two clowns with no respect for this business. And I know I have the intensity. Do you?

Jesse James stares at Kurt. He stares. And stares. Or? Is he even? Is he there? Angle looks back at James, awaiting a response, but the Roadie's stare endures. Kurt snaps in James' face.

Kurt Angle
Hey, pal?

James' eyes blink rapidly as he comes to. He looks at Kurt with a genuine toothless smile.

Road Dogg
Hey, man, y'know. I love your haircut.

Angle pats his head, almost self-consciously. Dogg, however, seems to be honest in his comment, as he nods and keeps his smile. Slowly, Dogg's head reaches up and touches Angle's head. He begins to rub around it, as if he were shining it. Angle, with his own hand still on his head, looks curiously back at Dogg as this occurs. He, too, begins to join in on the rubbing. This whole ordeal lasts way too goddamn long, and Angle realizes that, finally smacking Dogg's hand away. Jesse James chuckles.

Road Dogg
Fucking amazing, man. In case you didn't know, your head's like. Awesome. You hungry?

Road Dogg opens his locker as Kurt Angle tries to make sense as to what the actual fuck he's gotten himself into. Out from the locker, The Real Double J pulls out a box of Popeye's chicken (because fuck WWE and fuck KFC). He sits at his seat as he opens the box and pulls out a drumstick and takes a soft, nearly sensual bite. He puts the box out for Kurt.

Road Dogg
There's a breast in there.

Before Angle can try to make a fraction of sense of just about everything, an aggressive Thorn snatches the box from Road Dogg's hands.

Thorn aggressively holds the box of chicken in his hand, before he reaches in, yanks out a drumstick, and sinks his teeth into it. Slaver and bits of chicken dribble down his chin, as he glares at his two opponents with wide, beady eyes, before he rips a big chunk out of the chicken, and swallows it hole. He tosses the chicken drumstick across the room, before grabbing the box with both of his hands, and headbutting it repeatedly. Once done, he throws the box onto the floor, stomps on it over and over, before finally punting it across the room where it obliterates against the wall. He turns back to James and Angle, before shrieking furiously. The room falls into silence.

Kurt Angle
Are you done?

Thorn
Am I done!? No! The answer is no! I am not done! I am not done, until I am done... with YOU!

Kurt looks at Thorn confused, whilst James seems in another world. Thorn turns to him, looking insulted by his nonchalance.

Thorn
Look at you! I know what you're doing! You're merely pretending not to be hurt! Not to be offended! I know this is all a facade! Don't act like my presence doesn't upset you, like I've not provided an unbeatable obstacle for you ever since you stepped foot in RPW! I threw you out of the battle royal for the Extreme Championship, I slammed you spine first into the barricade and ensured you would not be number one contender, and last week I tore a hole in your face, and pinned you to the mat! It's because of me that your losing streak is as long as it is! Because of me that you haven't gained a single win yet in RPW! And it's because of me that it will continue! Don't expect a win tonight James.

Thorn gets in James' face.

Thorn
It's not gonna come.

Angle gets right in Thorn's face, pointing at him with his index finger.

Kurt Angle
YOU'RE not gonna come!

You can hear the crowd laughing in the background at Angle's awkward blunder, but he doesn't even seem to notice it.

Kurt Angle
I remember you. Yeah, I remember you. You were in ECW with me, weren't you? Then you got fired 'cause nobody wanted to see you wrestle!

Kurt laughs.

Kurt Angle
Weren't you going by a different name though? I mean, it's just 'Thorn' now right, but wasn't it something else... Kevin Thorn? That was it, right? Kevin Thorn? Man, what happened? Kevin is a great name. I think you should bring it back. I honestly do. Just sounds more prestigious, you know? This way it sounds like you were a victim of branding directed at dumb fans who can't remember you if your name has more than two words in it.

Angle looks at the camera and winks.

Kurt Angle
Either way, Kevin Thorn, Thorn, Billy Bob Thornton, however you wanna call it, what makes you think you can come in here and interrupt two veterans, nay, legends, eating chicken together before their match tonight?

He looks at Road Dogg expecting some back-up, but JJ has gone to the toilet, leaving Kurt a note saying so on the bench behind them.

Kurt Angle
...You midcard people are a bunch of freaks.

Thorn looks ready to explode at Angle, before he feels a hand on his shoulder. It's Ambrose, who's emerged onto the scene, a smirk on his face.

Dean Ambrose
Then allow for a main eventer to arrive on the scene.

Angle raises an eyebrow, as Ambrose only continues to smirk.

Dean Ambrose
I've got a proposal for you tonight Kurt. A way to make this tag team match more interesting. And a way to make our match at Locked & Loaded more interesting too, because,
let's face it, watching me plant you down with the Dirty Deeds and pin you in under a minute... it'll be funny, but it won't make for a great match...


Kurt Angle
Spit it out.

Dean Ambrose
Whoever wins tonight, gets to pick the stipulation for our match at Locked & Loaded!

Angle muses over the idea for a moment, unimpressed. Regardless, he nods his head anyway.

Kurt Angle
Deal.

Dean Ambrose
Alright! See you out there... champ.

Ambrose smiles as he walks off. Thorn gets in Angle's face, and screams nastily at the top of his lungs, before following the Lunatic out. Angle stands there, grimacing.

Kurt Angle
Freaks.

Captain Rump vs Kevin Owens




Owens' music hits, and he makes his way onto the stage and down the ramp to huge cheers, though Jericho is noticeably absent, due to getting prepared for his Highlight Reel with Howell Saxon later on. Rump then enters, to a smaller, but still warm reaction. Noticeable in the crowd are signs supporting Rump, and children wearing his masks, sold on RPWShop.com. Daniel, his new manager, walks with him to the ring.

Once inside, the two opponents give a respectful nod to one another, before getting into their corners.

The bell sounds.

Rump charges toward Kevin. Owens has enough time to side step him and guide him through the top and middle ropes, sending him out of the ring and onto his back. Owens rolls out of the ring via the adjacent side. Rump stands and turns, only to be brought back down after being introduced to a running clothesline from Owens.

The velocity forces Rump to sit back up, which sees Owens respond immediately with a stiff, dragging kick to the face. Daniel keeps his distance as Owens looks up at him. Once Kevin realizes he shouldn’t be an issue, the attention is returned to Rump. He pulls him up and proceeds to walk him over the announce table, where he slams his face. Following, he attempts to whip the luchador into the barricade, but Rump takes exception. Reversing the Irish whip and then pulling it back, Rump’s knee meets Kevin’s midsection. Owens doesn’t fall, however, until Rump takes advantage of his slumped over state, letting a double axe hammer down against the prizefighter’s spine.

Jim Ross: A might double axe handle there from Captain Rump!

Tazz: You've gotta be talented to keep Owens at bay like he's managing to do J.R.!

Rump pulls Owens up and sends him into the ring. In the time it takes for the big(ger) man to get into the ring, Kevin is able to get back to his feet and lay a boot to the gut before Rump can take advantage of the previous situation. It takes a certain strength, but Kevin is able to whip Rump into the ropes. Upon his return, Owens ascends into the air and crashes into the Captain with a crossbody. With its success, he stays on top of the man, allowing the referee the first count of the contest.

1...

Kickout!

Owens thinks quickly after the kickout, going for one of his classic sentons. Rump, however, has the wherewithal to move out of the way. Quickly, he rebounds off of the ropes before jumping and landing stiffly upon Owens, quite obviously usurping all the wind within his body.

Tazz: Oh man! I would not want that sort of weight coming down on me!

He stays where he is as Owens flails his legs about as he tries to breathe.

1...

2..

Kickout!

Jim Ross: How the hell?!

Understandably, it takes a bit for Owens to get the big man off of him but he’s successful nonetheless. Rump pulls Owens up quickly, and fastens him tightly in a Bearhug! Owens grits his teeth in pain, trying to make his way out of it, but Rump has him held tight, sucking the air out of him! Owens gets his hands against Rump's face, and tries pushing back his head in a hope to have him release the hold... he does! But only so he can club Owens across the head, and send him into the ropes. Upon his return, Rump delivers a beautiful spinning STO! With such velocity that Owens’ body naturally sits back up, despite him being nearly knocked out of it. Rump lays him on his back and hooks the leg...

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2...


Kickout!

Rump pulls Owens and whips him into the corner. Rump lands fist after fist into the Prizefighter's stomach, and then, with a headbutt, collapses Owens against the turnbuckle where he lays sitting. Rump walks back and runs, going in for a running Dreaded Stinkface!

But NO! With a sudden resurgence of energy, Owens rolls out of the ring, avoiding the man’s very large buttocks! Rump crashes into the turnbuckle back first, stunning him, as Owens rolls back into the ring! He hits a perfectly executed running corner clothesline, which lays Rump into the sitting position that Kevin himself was just in. Owens backs up, and then runs forward, successfully executing the CANNONBALL!

Rump rolls into the center of the ring, and once in place, Owens lands, successfully this time, a senton. A new face of intensity has come upon his face, as he pulls Rump up. He sends him into the rope, and when he returns, he manages to force the man into the sky and then with perfection: a pop-up powerbomb! He rolls into the pin and hooks the leg.

1...


2...


...3!

Kevin Owens defeats Captain Rump in 10:06

Jim Ross: And Owens picks up the win!

Owens is to his feet, raising his arms in victory, the crowd cheering him on. Rump slowly moves to a standing position, using the ropes to help lift him, before he turns to Owens and nods his head at him again respectfully. Owens returns it, before climbing out of the ring and heading backstage.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

On the titantron, we see Dangerman Taekwondo Superkicker, as he walks through the backstage area, looking eerily nonchalant, sipping from a glass of milk. Suddenly, Kevin Nash emerges out of nowhere, big booting the glass of milk, and causing it to shatter all over the floor. Dangerman looks slightly inconvinienced, as Nash gets in his face. Hall plods into the scene from the other side, flanking the Martial Arts Master.

Kevin Nash
We'll make this short and simple for you to understand! I'm not done with you!

Scott Hall
We're not done with you!

Kevin Nash
No! We aint! So next week, at Locked & Loaded, you better find yourself a tag team partner, or we're gonna beat your ass in a handicap match!

And with that, Nash and Hall leave the scene. Dangerman looks down, sadly, at the milky puddle on the floor. A single tear falls down his cheek, and patters into the milk.

Kurt Angle & Jesse James vs Dean Ambrose & Thorn




The two teams enter together, with Road Dogg getting in his usual schtick and warming up the crowd, before Angle's music hits, and the 'You Suck' chants see the pair to the ring. Meanwhile, Thorn and Ambrose come out to incredibly loud boos, with Ambrose talking tactics to Thorn all the way down to the ring.

Once in the ring, the two teams discuss with one another who should start, before an eager Jesse James insists that he should kick things off for his team. Angle abides, and climbs out onto the apron, as James gets ready for Thorn or Ambrose to climb out onto the apron. Ambrose pats Thorn on the back, signifying good luck, as he begins to climb out of the ring. The Road Dogg smiles as he gets ready to lock up with Thorn...

Until BAM! Ambrose clubs him over the back of the head with an elbow! The crowd boo as James falls to his knees, before Ambrose continues to kick at him on the floor! Angle angrily tries to climb into the ring, causing Ambrose to back up, but the referee stops Kurt from intervening. He orders Ambrose to allow James to get to his feet, before he calls for the bell.

Jim Ross: I can't believe the disgusting lack of sportsmanship we've witnessed already!

Tazz: The chance to decide the match stipulation at Locked & Loaded is on the line J.R.!

Ambrose is straight back on James, stomping on his back and legs, before lifting and irish whipping him into the ropes, before crashing a forearm into his face and sending him to the mat. He lifts James to his feet, and yanks him over to his corner where he makes the tag to Thorn, before dropping the Road Dogg onto his back with a neckbreaker! Thorn powers into the ring, before crashing a double axe handle down across James' solarplexus! He covers him..

1...

Kickout!

Thorn angrily yanks James to his feet, and throws him as hard as he can into the corner where he crashes back first nastily. Thorn takes a run up, and hits him with a huge splash in the corner, before taking another run up, and going for another... but James moves! Thorn crashes face first! James takes a run up off the ropes, and drops Thorn across the face with a big boot!

James stumbles to his feet, and slowly moves over to his corner... he tries to tag in Angle, but Thorn grabs his foot, and pulls him to the mat! James tries to recuperate, but Thorn locks him up... Full Nelson Slam!

Jim Ross: Could be an early win here!

Pin attempt...

1...

2..

Kickout!

Jim Ross: Kickout! James is still in this!

Tazz: But for how long J.R.? There's only so much one man can take!

Thorn drags James over to the corner, where he stomps on him a few times, before tagging Ambrose back in! The Lunatic mounts James on the mat, before cracking a few elbows into his mouth, before picking him up and throwing him into the corner. Ambrose moves over to the opposite corner, where he proceeds to grin at the agitated looking Angle, before he charges back at James, and smashes him with a clothesline! James is groggy, but is planted face first to the mat with a bulldog!

Thorn is tagged in! He bounces off the ropes, before landing a nasty punt into the ribs of James, causing him to roll into the corner. Thorn picks him up, lifting him in a suplex position, before balancing the Road Dogg's legs on the ropes, and positioning him for a stunner... ROPE HUNG STUNNER...

NO! James unhooks his feet, and pushes Thorn away from him! The Cannibal twists around, right into a left jab! Another left jab! And another! James does a little jive, before he swings his arm around, and clouts Thorn across the face with a vicious right hook, sending the pair plummeting to the mat!

Angle reaches his arm out as far as he can, as James crawls slowly towards him. Thorn is back to his feet, and spots James about to tag in Angle! He leaps for James...

But the tag is made!

Jim Ross: And Angle's in!

The crowd erupt as Angle bounds into the ring, flipping Thorn onto his back with a stiff clothesline, before charging right at Ambrose, and knocking him off the apron with a forearm! Thorn is back up, and Angle manouevres behind him, before slamming him on his head with a German Suplex! He keeps a hold of Thorn's stomach, and rolls him over, before hitting him with another German! The hold round his waist is still locked in though! Angle rolls him over, and for a third time, hits him with a German Suplex!

Thorn is sprawled out on the mat, as Angle ushers for him to get to his feet... Thorn slowly gets up, before Angle puts a head under his arm... lifts him up...

ANGLE SLAM!

Jim Ross: ANGLE SLAM! BAH GAWD ANGLE SLAM! IT'S OVER!

Thorn lays unconcious in the ring, as Angle hooks his leg...

1...


2...



AMBROSE BREAKS THE PIN!

Angle is to his feet as fast as he can, before he and the Lunatic Fringe start to exchange hooks, relentless with the punches into each other's faces! Angle ducks a jab, and gets behind Ambrose, attempting a German, but an elbow to the face knocks him groggy! Ambrose runs at Angle, but the Olympian ducks, and throws Ambrose over his head, where he goes right over Angle's head and onto the apron. Angle turns, and Ambrose rakes him across the eyes!

Angle stumbles backwards, right into the arms of Thorn, who bites him nastily on the back of the head! Angle clutches the wound, before Thorn spins him around, lifts him... and hits him with his SHOULDER JAWBREAKER!

Angle bounces off of Thorn's shoulder, and collapses on the other side of the ring! Too weak to follow up with a cover, Thorn just rolls off to the side, trying to get his breath back. The two lay there, as the fans chant for Angle to reach his corner, as James has recuperated from his beating, and waits there with an outstretched hand...

But Ambrose yanks him off the apron, before knocking the Road Dogg to the concrete with a lariat!

Jim Ross: Aww God dammit! Come on!

The fans boo him, and Angle looks disgusted, before he's met with a double axe handle over the back of his head from Thorn! The Cannibal has reached his feet, but looks too worn out to continue, and as soon as Ambrose is back on the apron in his corner, he's tagged in!

Ambrose stomps repeatedly on the back of Angle, before moving over to the turnbuckle. Ambrose starts to climb, measuring the downed Angle, before he leaps... ELBOW DROP! Right across the spine of Angle! He covers him...

1...

2...

Kickout!

Ambrose scowls, as he looks down at the resilient Angle. He stomps on him a few more times, before lifting the Olympian to his feet, and keeling him over with a knee to the gut! He grins, as he hooks Angle's arms behind his back... DIRTY DEEDS!

NO! Angle pulls himself out of it! He wraps his arms around Ambrose, BELLY TO BELLY SLAM! Ambrose clutches his back in pain, as he looks up at Thorn in his corner, before reaching towards him! Meanwhile, James is back in his own corner, and Angle leaps at him!

Tag to Thorn! Tag to James!

Tazz: Both tags have been made!

The pair charge at one another, Thorn trying to rip off James' head with a clothesline, but James ducks it, bounds off the ropes, and takes Thorn down with a Lou Thesz press, before unloading into his face with punches! Thorn pushes James off, but before he can even stand up, James lands a dropkick across Thorn's jaw, knocking him dizzy onto his back! James runs at the ropes, shakes his knees as he returns, and plants a knee drop down into Thorn's face!

He covers him...

1...

2...

Kickout!

James is up to his feet, getting fired up, as Thorn slowly emerges to his... James keels him over with a gut kick, before putting Thorn's head between his legs... SPIKE PILEDRIVER... NO! Thorn back body drops James! Jesse gets back to his feet, but Thorn wraps his arm around his throat... SHOULDER JAWBREAKER!

NO! James elbows Thorn away from him! Thorn stumbles around, before James grabs him, and plants him down with a vicious looking SNAP DDT!

Jim Ross: Oh my!

Tazz: You could hear the impact of that DDT up in the cheap seats!

Thorn can barely see, as James pushes him onto his back for another cover...

1...

2...

Ambrose breaks it up!

Angle tries to climb into the ring, but Ambrose is already on him! He crashes a knee across the skull of Angle, sending him tumbling back through the ropes, and off of the apron onto the concrete floor!

Ambrose turns around, before being smashed in the face with a left jab! Another left jab! And a third! The crowd look excited, as James does a jive, and goes for that final right hook! But Ambrose catches it! He lifts a knee into James' gut, before hooking his arms behind his back... DIRTY DEEDS!

NO! Angle grabs his feet, and pulls the Lunatic under the bottom rope and to the outside! The pair exchange blows yet again, before Ambrose is pushed against the barricade!  Angle charges at him, clotheslining Ambrose so hard that the pair both fly over the barricade and into the fans!

James watches this unfold from the ring, before turning around to get back to work on Thorn. He grabs the Cannibal by the head, but is met by a nasty headbutt to the chin! James clutches his mouth in pain, but it's helpless! Thorn wraps his arm around his neck, lifts him... and...



SHOULDER JAWBREAKER!

James plummets to the mat! Thorn covers him...

1...


2...



...3!

Dean Ambrose & Thorn defeat Kurt Angle & Jesse James in 14:37

As the bell rings, Angle is distracted, looking at the ring, and being distraught to see Thorn raising his arms above a fallen James. The distraction is enough! Ambrose crashes a chair across the back of Angle's head, knocking him to his knees, before landing another chair shot across his back, knocking him onto his face!

In the ring, Thorn laughs manically at James, before bending down, grabbing his shirt, and shouting in his face. 'I told you James! You're nothing! You're a loser! And whilst I'm here, you always will be!'. He looks as though he has an idea, and so asks for a microphone from ringside. Once given to him, he moves back over to James, and looks down at him.

Thorn
I'll give you one last chance James! One last chance to see if you can prove me wrong! Prove everyone wrong! To prove that you aren't the loser that you seem to be! At Locked & Loaded, me and you are gonna go head to head, and I'm gonna humilate you on the grand stage! And after that, I don't think you'll be taken seriously again!

Thorn goes to drop the mic, but Ambrose slides into the ring and asks for it instead. Thorn hands it to him. He taps it a few times, before speaking into it.

Dean Ambrose
Extreme Rules Kurt! That's right! At Locked & Loaded! It's Extreme Rules! No disqualifications, no weapons barred... I will be right at home! Let's see you try not to use a weapon, and keep that belt around your waist!

Ambrose drops the mic to the floor, smirking at Angle, before he and Thorn start up the ramp. Angle is only just starting to get to his feet in the crowd, clutching his head in pain, and looking furious, as the scene fades out.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

HIGHLIGHT REEL



When we return to the ringside area the set for the Highlight Reel has been prepared. The Jeritron 10,000 hangs from the rafters with the logo screening on it, and there's a couple of leather stools on each side of it, as well as some other decorations and a dark grey mattress replacing the usual ring mat.

Jim Ross: This is bound to be interesting! The heat between the RPW Champion, Howell Saxon, and the best friends Kevin Owens and Chris Jericho has never been higher. It culminates here, tonight!

Tazz: Actually, I'd argue it culminates at their match at Locked & Loaded. But hey, you do you, J.R..





The crowd pop loudly! The theme song gets to its chorus and the number one contender for the RPW Championship and, of course, his best friend, come out on stage. They look confident as ever, sporting their new official 'Best Friends Forever' t-shirt, available only on RPWshop.com, but not the RPW Euroshop. Jericho and Owens get to the ring and enter in an orderly fashion. They are both handed microphones by a ringside official. Y2J immediately yells into the mic, cutting into the theme song.

Chris Jericho
WELCOME TO RPW IS CHRIS JERICHO AND KEVIN OWENS!

The fans cheer loudly, even though that sentence went on for way too long.

Chris Jericho
Most of all, welcome to the Highlight Reel with Chris Jericho and Kevin Owens. We all know that to make RPW Showtime a watchable television programme, it needs the premier talk show in the history of the world and perhaps of professional wrestling. And here it is, my gift to you. The first ever edition of the Highlight Reel in a Ruthless Professional Wrestling Showtime episode... REEL IT IN, MAAAANNN!

The crowd laugh as Jericho poses.

Kevin Owens
Let's not forget the new member of this cast: me, the RPW Champion, Kevin Owens. Now let's get this road show on the road!

Jericho and Owens high five, before they both take one of the stools. The Paragon of Virtue now takes to speaking with a much calmer tone:

Chris Jericho
Our guest tonight is a man that's been taking up perfectly fine roster space ever since RPW came back to business. The man I'm talking about is none other than the number one contender for our RPW Championship, Howard Saxophone.

Owens seems confused.

Kevin Owens
--I thought it was Harold Stem-Cell-Research?

Chris Jericho
Harry Stems, exactly. This is a man who's mere appearance in a match makes any on-the-fence wrestling fan go "Oh, fuck off" and change the channel. Only for the other channel to have James Ellsworth on it and the fan goes "Oh, fuck off" again, and changes back. Then back and forth until one of them is gone from the show. It would probably be simpler to just watch Price is Right at this point. Hell, we all know Bob Barker could go harder in the ring than Sousaphone does and actually manage to win a match clean. You know... That's the kind of stuff that comes with actually being talented. Actually deserving title shots and title reigns. Actually achieving the accolades you set out to achieve. Just look at me, the first ever Undisputed World Champion in the history of professional wrestling. Look at Kevin Owens, the longest reigning Universal Champion in the history of professional wrestling. Now look at Huey Styrofoam: no achievements, no accolades, not even a single participation in a match that's not completely forgettable.

Jericho pauses.

Kevin Owens
Not to mention the lack of personality, character, integrity, intelligence, and most of all, self-awareness. You know what Hubert Smarties is? He's the guy in eleventh grade who is genuinely convinced that the reason he doesn't have any friends is because he's so cool people see him as unapproachable, and that the only reason he hasn't stolen your girl is because he can't be bothered. And you know what, Chris?

Chris Jericho
What. Kevin?

Kevin Owens
You know what, Chris?

Chris Jericho
Oh, I think I do, best buddy.

Jericho and Owens speak in unison into the microphone as they turn to face the hard camera.

Chris Jericho & Kevin Owens
Hugo Schindler is a virgin.

The fans laugh and their premeditated attempt at a joke. Kevin gets up off his seat and turns to the titantron.

Kevin Owens
And that pathetic lack of self awareness, that lack of respect for the business or anyone around you, not to mention the lack of skill! Those are the real reasons why you will never...

Chris Jericho
EVER-AH!

Kevin Owens
...Take the RPW Championship away from us.

The fans laugh.

Jim Ross: I think Kevin Owens really is convinced that he's the champion already.

Tazz: It's a good way of thinkin'!

Chris Jericho
And now, without further ado! Our guest! Let's give it up for!...

They both point their hands at the stage area.

Chris Jericho & Kevin Owens
Hamish Syphilis!


“Into the Void” blasting behind him and unrelenting boos erupting in front of him, Howell Saxon stomps out moodily onto stage, belt draped over his shoulder. As he walks down to the ring, his signature smirk is replaced with a scowl – he wants the audience to know he has no patience for Owens and Jericho. He exchanges glares with the two men before stepping up to them and standing over the stools defiantly, arms folded. He gestures for the microphone, which Owens reluctantly throws to him. Howell glances over Owens and Jericho and, finally, smirks a little, raising the microphone.

Howell Saxon
Two against one. Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that neither of you have the balls to confront me one-on-one.

The crowd burst into boos again, but Howell ignores them. He steps over to Owens and grabs a handful of his t shirt, shaking it at the crowd as if to say, “Look at this”.

Howell Saxon
In case you lot had forgotten about their little partnership.

He lets Owens’ shirt go and glares down at him and Jericho.

Howell Saxon
I’ll tell you something, you morons. These people seem to love how inseparable the the pair of you are. They find it endearing. Personally, I find it pathetic.

Chris Jericho
Hey, Huey, list-

Howell Saxon
Shut it. If you or Owens had a fucking fraction of my skill, maybe you might have a leg to stand on. Some legitimate criticisms to throw my way. But you don’t, so you resort to petty insults with no real clout to back them up. Taking shots at my personality and social life… I’ll tell you two clowns why I think you’re so obsessed with getting everyone to like you. You’ve got no real talent. So you compensate with flashy theatrics and your tacky little novelty shirts to remind everyone of what good friends you are. Me? I don’t give a shit about any of that. I want to give everyone here a bit of an education. Show some real resilience and training. People like me and Ambrose are genuine. Real. Raw. And if nobody here can appreciate that, well, you’re even more stupid than I thought.

Howell tosses the mic to the floor, not bothering to pass it back. The crowd boo relentlessly, disgusted at Howell as ever. This only seems to lift his spirits, however, as his trademark grin comes back and spreads across his face while Owens and Jericho glare at him in disgust. Owens slowly moves over to the mic, before picking it up, and speaking into it.

Kevin Owens
So you are a virgin?

The crowd laugh.

Howell Saxon
Oh you like that do you? That irrelevant remark?

Kevin Owens
Is it irrelevant?

Howell Saxon
Of course it is! It matters nothing to the subject at hand!

Kevin Owens
If it doesn't matter so much... then why don't you answer it?

Howell Saxon
I'm not about to stand here and discuss my sex life in front of all of these people! I'm the RPW World Champion!

Kevin Owens
No I'm the RPW World Champion.

Howell Saxon
No! You are not!

Kevin Owens
Yes I am.

Howell Saxon
No you are not!

Kevin Owens
Are you sure about that?

Howell Saxon
Oh I will not be whisked into your silly games!

During all of this, Jericho has snuck up behind Saxon. He reaches out, and grips the RPW World Championship dangling over his shoulder, trying to snatch it away from Saxon! Howell and Jericho get into a tug of war over the belt, before Owens sizes up Saxon...


SUPERKICK!




NO! HOWELL SEES IT LAST MINUTE AND MOVES! IT HITS JERICHO!

Jim Ross: BAH GAWD! HE'S HIT JERICHO! HIS BEST FRIEND!

The crowd are shocked, as is Owens, as he looks down at his hurt friend! The distraction is too much, by the time Owens remembers where he is, Saxon is already well prepared, drilling Owens across the face with the title belt! The crowd boo, as Saxon looks down angrily at his Locked & Loaded opponent, before looking up at the Highlight Reel screen. He lifts Owens to his feet, before charging across the ring with him...




HE PLUNGES OWENS FACE FIRST THROUGH THE SCREEN! The Prizefighter crumbles to the mat, shards of glass falling down on top of him and under him, as the screen lands in a broken heap on the mat next to his head.

With Owens out of the picture, Saxon turns to look at Jericho, who begins to squirm around, trying to get to his feet. He lifts up the leg of his trouser, showing off his shin guard, before ripping off the padding. Jericho is too his feet... Howell runs at him...



SHIN KICK! Jericho's bust wide open! He plummets to the mat! HOWELL'S NOT DONE! He mounts Jericho, and throws punch after punch into his face, making the gash on his forehead worse and worse, before he wraps his arm around Jericho's neck, and locks him in a Dragon Sleeper! Jericho screams in agony, as Howell bends his neck as far back as he can, almost snapping Y2J in two!

Jim Ross: OH MY GOD! NO! THE HUMANITY! WHAT A MONSTER HOWELL SAXON IS! LEAVE THE POOR MAN BE!

Tazz: Jericho and Owens have been taunting him ever since they became no. 1 contenders J.R., it's only smart to take one of of them out of the picture!

He only lets go to lift a groggy Jericho back to his feet. He turns to Owens, and shouts 'You won't have your little friend on Sunday!' before whipping Jericho around... and crashing another SHIN KICK across his forehead! The blood spurts out of Jericho's forehead now, as he crashes to the mat once more, his face an absolute mess.

Howell exits the ring, a look of bemusement on his face as he makes his way back up the ramp to backstage, RPW World Championship slung over his shoulder. The camera takes another look at the ring, at the two unconcious gentlemen, Kevin layed in the debris of the Jeritron, and Jericho layed in a puddle of his own blood, as the show fades out.

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