JWA Glory Episode 196 - Omega Satyros vs. Thumper Moore III

[Thumper Moore III]

LERAY: Moore’s hand in the air— he may tap. His hand hits the mat— he presses up and reaches the rope. Rothburn Sallie begins to count— Omega releases the hold at four, but how much damage has been done to Thumper’s back, neck, and knee?

BEEMAN: I wouldn’t think much. Putting a man that girthy in a submission is like trying to twist a redwood. There’s only so far it will bend.

LERAY: Thumper pulls himself up by the ropes, Omega with a flying knee which staggers the big man. Omega runs for another, Thumper follows— POUNCE! Omega flies over the top rope, over the barricade but he’s caught by Mack Caliber and avoids the nasty collision with the concrete! Mack sets down Omega—who dodges a second tope con hilo attempt from Thumper, who crashes into the barricade and sends Caliber and his popcorn flying! Omega narrowly avoids disaster twice, and he goes to work stomping the back of the thick neck of Thumper Moore.

BEEMAN: He has to attack the legs. They’re the weak point, not that size XXXL neck.

LERAY: Thumper slowly regains his balance despite the barrage of blows— he retaliates with a huge Beal throw, and Omega can’t avoid the concrete this time. Thumper rolls into the ring, exhausted, and lays down as Rothburn Sallie reaches a count of six, seven…

[Bayou Burl]

Aug 7, 2024 14:29:53 GMT -5 Thumper Moore III said:

Aug 7, 2024 13:53:25 GMT -5 Bayou Burl said:

Much the same as last week, after the opening message from commentary, the titantron flashes to the title screen of Burl's Butterfly Room. Then it cuts to Burl, standing in the middle of the room once again.

“Hi kids! I’m so glad to see you again for another great episode of Burl’s Butterfly Room! I know you’ve been chomping at the bit to hear the end of the story, and I can’t wait to tell it to you! So no point in beating around the bush, how about we just get straight into it.”


Through the power of editing, Burl appears to leap straight up out of frame, and the camera cuts once again to the chair as he lands in it. The Wall Of Forgotten Friends still behind him with the pictures from last week.


“Ah! Right, now where were we…Let’s see…I debuted…I got my butt kicked..me and my only friend deserted each other…I ran the company into the ground…Ah ha! I remember now!"

Burl flicks to the right page

"So, after I destroyed my wrestling promotion, the JWA were there to pick up my slacks. And more than that - they wanted me to work for them alongside many of those who had busted their guts for me! I took them up on their generous offer of course, but I wanted a fresh start. So I went away to New York and worked my butt off to become super strong! And I returned as….The Manhattan Mauler!"


The children cheer as Bayou gestures back to the picture of his old self.


“I had a chip on my shoulder after I lost my job. I came back much bigger, much nastier and much meaner…But beneath all that…I was still a talentless fraud! You see, back then I thought that now I had a moustache and some big strong muscles I could do no wrong. Some of the people I'd screwed over in the old company disagreed though, and that's why my JWA Career would start how it intended to go on - with me looking up the lights after Yuppie VP beat me in my first match back!"

canned laughter


"But I was still too cocky to see the signs...To see all my flaws...And I pinned all the blame of the company collapsing onto other people when really it was mostly my fault!”


Two more pictures join the Wall of Forgotten Friends: The Hindu Mafia - Voodoo Winston and The Godfather.


“And so at the first ever Fortune and Gloryyy PPV I fought these people in my own backyard of New York to enact my revenge, but they still beat me! No matter, because then I got another big opportunity when I competed in the first ever J1! I won my first match....And then went 0 in 3 for the rest, finishing joint last in my group! Through all that I was reminded that I didn't have the talent to make it on my own. So I began to team up with people again, people who also didn't feel like they were doing as well as they should've been!”

Two final people join the wall: The Niz and Chief Buffalo.


“And it worked! I became a three time JWA tag team champion! But there was one final issue! I was an awful teammate! I could never quite stay committed enough to my teammates to get the job done, whether it was not showing up to defend the belts without reason or even spending a week or two in the slammer! That meant that we would always lose the belts pretty quickly each time we got ‘em. My longest reign with the tag titles was 2 months...”


A womp, womp, womp sound effect plays as the camera zooms in on Burl's face as he shakes his head.


“So…After all these repeated failures, I decided it was time to go. It was time to stop embarrassing myself and I left the JWA with a legacy of failure and a career you could sum up in a single paragraph. Then sitting at home one day, I realised something."


Bayou suddenly stops speaking as the camera zooms in on his face. For the first time his cheery persona seems to drop and he takes on a more sombre tone.


“All these people behind me on the wall: Jerk, Yuppie, Shock, Winston, Godfather, Niz, Buffalo…All of them were more talented than me… Yet they and countless other stars have all been forgotten by the world…So a failure like me was destined to be left behind too."


Clips of The Manhattan Mauler’s 3 tag title reigns all ending flash on the screen


“I couldn’t let that happen…I was terrified of it…I began searching for anything to help me...And then I found something. Something great….Something…Frightening. Something people will never forget."

the camera suddenly zooms back out and Bayou takes on his upbeat persona once more

“The end! What a story, and it isn't even finished yet! Thank you all for coming to the Butterfly Room again kids, Uncle Burl will see you all again next week! And don't forget my Butterflies! We never really die….as long as we’re remembered. See you all next week for more fun! Bye bye! Cheerio kids! See ya!!”


The camera pans out before the title screen for the Butterfly Room appears once again. The titantron fades to black

OOC: Holy smokes man. Inject this straight into my veins.

OOC: I try my best 

[Artemis]

"Don't Fear The Reaper" By Blue Oyster Cult sounds and fans turn to the entrance ramp, only to find the JerkTron light up on a sit-down interview with Artemis sat across from Ryan Regret.

Ryan: It's great to see you again Artemis, and I thank you for granting me the right to do this interview.

Artemis: Of course, it's not like anyone on the JWA staff deserves this exclusive. Now, let's get the questions started.

Ryan: The biggest question on my mind at least is why did you turn on someone who everyone expected for you to view as a friend and ally?

Artemis: Oh well it's simple, she betrayed me first.

Ryan: How did she betray you first?

Artemis: She condemned me to 3 months locked up involuntarily in that ward. She introduced herself to JWA as a "kind, friendly alternative to Artemis" while simply doing me wrong. 

Ryan: And how did you first meet her?

Artemis: We started out in the Ohio independent scene together. We were the Ladies in Waiting to the scene's top woman, Queen Amana. I know you know all about her, but I doubt these fans would, if only because her biggest point in pride, and her biggest fault, was her stubborn refusal to "bend the knee to the big leagues" as she put it. The scene was abuzz with speculation over which of her Ladies in Waiting would ascend to her throne once she retired from full-time action. Ultimately that spot went to Stella Dove. It didn't go to me because I, unlike my mentor, was willing to give the big leagues a chance. It didn't go to her because she was the "Jessie Wild" of the team, and didn't last long in the business before she came back to me and asked to be a part of my team.

Ryan: Which, given that you two were still friends at the time, you happily accepted, right?

Artemis: Of course. And how does she repay that generosity? By locking me up after one slight outburst, strolling in here like I sent her, taking my spot on the roster, taking my title shot, failing so badly in my spot that they recycled the whole division into the Openweight division, and most insulting of all, taking my own name.

Ryan: Ah yes, I thought there was a bit of a weird ring to "Diana Gallus"

Artemis: Of course, as you know, back in Ohio we were "Lady Diana Galanis" and "Lady Ingrid Gallus." Don't get me wrong, "Lady Diana" rolls of the tongue so much better than "Lady Ingrid" but she made it clear, she was jealous and wanted to take everything from me. So, I will take everything from her, starting with her little crush.

Ryan: I'd love to continue this interview, but we're just about out of time. Thanks again for having me here for this Artemis.

Artemis: Thank you for being a worthy interviewer.

[Thumper Moore III]

LERAY: Satyros rises and rolls in to the ring. He sees Moore and grabs an arm bar— Moore stirs and gains a knee. Omega holds on— Moore elevates Omega— Sanctus Espiritus! Omega just bounced so high he went between the first and second ropes to the outside! Sallie is counting again, and Thumper is laying on his back exhausted. Six, seven… Omega starts to stir, but his horn is caught on something under the ring! He can’t get free! Nine… ten! There’s the bell and Thumper Moore is victorious via countout!

BEEMAN: That’s unfair!

LERAY: Omega is finally able to stand, and he emerges with a string of chairs attached to his horn. Sallie helps him extricate himself as both men argue for the match to continue. I don’t think we’ve seen the last of these two, as neither had the satisfaction of beating each other down to prove dominance. For Savvy Sean Beeman, I’m Mick LERAY, and this has been JWA Glory.

[“The Relentless” Conor Caine]

Before Glory goes off the air, we cut back to Catering where Conor Caine re-enters, chair in hand, still hunting Doom. He looks across the room and shock comes across his face.

CAINE: What the hell do you think you're doin-- oh, it's you...

We pull back to see Kip Whistler at the buffet table, nonchalantly helping himself to Conor's Charcuterie Board. He doesn't look up to address Conor directly.

CAINE: Have you seen Doom? Been looking for his sorry ass all night.
WHISTLER: Doom wasn't booked for tonight, he never came in.

Conor rolls his eyes as his shoulders slump - all that running around for nothing. He goes to leave but pauses as Kip calls to him, still not looking Conor's direction.

WHISTLER: You're to present yourself for a full medical at your earliest convenience.

Conor looks around flummoxed, he opens his mouth to argue but can only manage an exasperated huff and storms out. Kip savours the taste of his cracker and cheese, somehow more pleasant than before.

Fade to black.