JWA Glory Episode 203 - Openweight Championship Match

[Kip Whistler]

It's another exciting episode of JWA Glory and another exciting Openweight Championship match! Newly crowned champion Pierre The Enormous puts the title on the line against The Greatest Wrestler OF DOOM! While DOOM has proven to be a surprisingly exceptional tag team partner, can he shine on his own? Will Pierre be able to hold onto his first singles championship here in JWA? We're about to find out!

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Last week Red Pirate Rogers defeated Conor Caine in a No Holds Barred match where, if Rogers won, Caine would have to submit to an Independent Medical Examination in order to determine what, exactly, Dr. Zamboni had been treating him with. Caine has done this, and tonight we will have the big reveal of what the IME has turned up. Surely Caine's nearly superhuman recovery and power is due to some kind of medical malfeasance.

And how will this revelation impact the other members of Domination, Inc.? Mack Caliber continues to be "Heartbroken", but we really don't know much about what's going on with Omega Satyros. If Caine has been using some kind of underhanded tactics to gain an advantage, will that bring our tag team champions closer together, or push them apart?

Slashmaster has made his intentions known - he wants a match at Guts & Gory with Bayou Burl. Last week we saw that Slashmaster had seemingly infiltrated Burl's Butterfly Room, which Burl considers his safe sanctuary. We do not know what happened after Burl fled from the ring upon realizing this - perhaps we'll find out this week?

It would seem that a match between Artemis and Lady Diana Gallus is in the cards for Guts & Gory. Clearly things between these two need a resolution. All that's left, aside from the match, would be to make it official. Hopefully we can get that taken care of this week.

World Heavyweight Champion Duke Mongoose didn't seem too thrilled with the idea of either Mack Caliber or Penguino being his first challenger at Guts & Gory. We know that Caliber is currently going through his own issues, but we haven't heard anything from Penguino since he lost the Openweight Title. We hope to hear from him during tonight's broadcast.

Who is this King of Games who recently appeared on our screens? What game is he playing? We know that Thumper Moore III has accepted his challenge to a match, and they'll face off here on Glory in two weeks. 

Speaking of Thumper Moore, his search for a tag team partner continues, though last week he insinuated that he might be looking to team up with Red Pirate Rogers. For my money, that would be a formidable team indeed!

We are rapidly approaching Guts & Gory, which means that we are also headed toward the J-1 Pinnacle Tournament! More details will be made available in the coming weeks.

For now, let's start the show! Get out there and work your gimmick!

[Pierre The Enormous]

*Rapture by Ross Bugden plays as I lumber my way to the ring and I scratch my back with the ring ropes*

[ariel67]

in the parking lot

toni cruiser sees me going to my car

Toni: king of games, could you tell us your strategy to beat Thumper Moore?

king of games: I'm sorry but I won't fight I told Kip to reconsider and now I'm going home goodbye.

I walk away while Toni Cruiser looks at the camera, somewhat confused by my decision.

[Artemis]

"Break My Soul" by Beyonce hits, and Lady Gallus makes her way out to the ring. She's still bandaged up but seems to be in usually good spirits.

Beeman: We've got a couple of oversized behemoths in the main event and the big news around Conor Caine and Domination Inc. Who asked for her to be opening up the festivities tonight?

LeRay: Not how that works Sean, now hush, she's getting ready to talk.

Gallus: I'll admit, not how I was planning to next address the JWA faithful. But I finally picked up on something. I've figured Artemis out. You see, a week and a half ago, I got on Mania and was hoping to put her behind me as I looked ahead for the J-1. Part of putting her behind me, or course, was dropping her name from my own. I chose that name to honor someone I respected as a friend. I dropped it when I lost that respect. But then she attacked me, and then she hopped into her shattered temple or whatever she's calling that OSHA violation of a room and addressed me in a way I wouldn't have expected. She called me Diana. It's not like she's broken so much she forgot that, when she had her big return interview with Ryan Regret, she made sure to point out back in Ohio I went as "Lady Ingrid Gallus". And yet, she's calling me Diana. And that was the last piece to this puzzle for me.

Beeman: Now what is she talking about?

A vocal section of the crowd behind Beeman loudly shushed him, giving LeRay and Ingrid a good chuckle.

Gallus: Yes, her doing that really made crystal clear exactly why she can't bring herself to just move on with her life. Because, in that shattered domain of her fragile psyche, when she looks in those busted mirrors, she doesn't see a face she recognizes as her own, she doesn't see Diana Galanis. I've seen Diana Galanis, many of the more dedicated viewing audience has seen Diana Galanis. But at this time, she doesn't see that when she looks in the mirror. I truly think she sees me. In me she sees everything that she could've been. The "Indy Burnout". The "Glorified Secretary". The "Always a Bridesmaid, Never a Bride". The "Jessie Wild"...

Her tone shifts in the middle of the list as Beeman stifles a laughter at the seemingly self-deprecating descriptions.

Gallus: ...The mentally stable best friend. The trusted confidant. The calm-collected competitor. The content, happy woman. She isn't happy, she isn't content. I may not have the success she currently boasts, but I can look in the mirror, see myself, and be proud of how far I've come. This current situation is unmanageable for either of us. So, with Guts and Gory around the corner, I'll give you this. We each pick one stipulation for this match. I pick Loser Leaves Town

Beeman: Is this woman insane, or just completely idiotic. Why would she risk her spot in this company like this...

Gallus: If you win, I walk out of this company with my head held high, knowing that I can be proud of what I've done here, spending a wonder six months living a dream I had assumed impossible for me to achieve. But, if I win, you step out of this company, with no one on the national market looking to bring your cancerous disposition into their locker rooms. You will keep smacking your head on the same doors you've had to walk out of, desperate for one last chance you will not deserve. I know your pride won't dare let you lower yourself to the point of working independent shows. The gyms and bingo halls. Hell, even they might not see money in bringing you back. And then, just maybe, you'll look in the mirror and see Diana Galanis for the first time in years. Maybe you'll see that at rock bottom, the only place to go is up. Maybe you'll try to get help. As your longest termed friend, there's a part of me that can't help but want to help you, Diana. But, Artemis, you are no Diana. I want to see Diana get better. But Artemis, I want to see you crumble.

[Thumper Moore III]

Oct 1, 2024 17:36:32 GMT -5 ariel67 said:

in the parking lot

toni cruiser sees me going to my car

Toni: king of games, could you tell us your strategy to beat Thumper Moore?

king of games: I'm sorry but I won't fight I told Kip to reconsider and now I'm going home goodbye.

I walk away while Toni Cruiser looks at the camera, somewhat confused by my decision.

Toni enters the building followed by the cameraman and almost runs directly into the giant chest of Thumper Moore.

TONI: Thumper, it appears that your match next week is off. What is your reaction to this development?

THUMPER: Disappointment. Frankly, Toni, I see this online all the time. People flap their gums behind the veil of anonymity the internet provides. They make statements that they’d never make to someone’s face. And then I ask them to come to a convention where I’m signing, but they never do. Back home in Texas, we call folks like that “All Hat and No Cattle”.

TONI: Do you think this is the last we’ll see of The King of Games?

THUMPER: I hope not. I hope he’ll reconsider, because it’s been a while since I’ve had the opportunity to beat someone up, and I’d love to take out a coward keyboard warrior like him.

[“The Relentless” Conor Caine]

We come back from commercial to Mick LeRay standing in the middle of the ring with a mic in one hand and a black folder in the other. As the crowd settles down from a rowdy, good natured "Mick! Mick! Mick!" chant, Le Ray begins...

LERAY: Ladies and gentlemen, I have in my hands the results to Conor Caine's Independent Medical Examination and I wish to invite Caine to the ring now to hear the results and face the consequences of any infractions he may have committed against JWA wellness policies.




Conor Caine (mic in hand), Omega Satyros, Black Cat and, eventually, "Heartbroken" Mack Caliber also step on to the stage; all four men march to the ring, ignoring the negative reception. Satyros, Cat and Caliber take their places at the back of the ring while Conor steps to LeRay in the center to hear his fate, as the fans chant "Cheater!"

LERAY: Conor Caine, following your loss to Red Pirate Rogers last week, you were given a full Independent Medical Examination, where you were assessed for injuries and given a full blood workup, including checks for any banned pharmaceuticals. The results, which I have here, have been verified and I can now announce that the results say you are...

The entire studio seems to take an inhalation of breath, but Conor doesn't flinch, continuing to stare LeRay down.

LERAY: Completely clear!

The audience is in shock: we cut between an array of disbelieving faces in the crowd, then to the confused members of Domination Inc. Even Sean Beeman is gobsmacked.

BEEMAN: He's clear?! Of everything?? I -uh- I mean, of course he's clear of everything!!! This can't be right...

LERAY (in-ring): The results say you have no injuries - your knee is completely healed from your surgery almost one year ago - and, more astoundingly, you tested negative for any banned substances. In fact, your bloods were completely clean! As it stands, hard as it is to believe, you have violated no JWA wellness policy and are officially cleared to compete.

The crowd's "Cheater" chant starts again as the rest of Domination Inc look around in confusion. Conor remains looking at LeRay, giving away no reaction.

LERAY: I can assure the fans in attendance that no cheating took place in this medical examination! The tests are clear: Conor Caine didn't cheat. Furthermore Conor, a check of your medical history revealed that Dr Zamboni is not, and has never been, your physician. You never switched doctors or received any treatment from Zamboni. It appears that everything you've been doing here - for months - has all been some kind of ruse on the company. But what's the extent Conor, how much have you been lying to everyone - and why?

Conor Caine takes a deep breath and lifts his mic...

CAINE: Why? Because you needed a bad guy, that's why. You all needed somebody to really hate, like deep down to your bones despise. That's what these fans needed, and that's what the locker room needed: an arch antagonist to stir things up, and give everybody someone to rally against. That's why I did it.
LERAY: Wait, are you saying this has all been... an act? You haven't truly been the bad guy out here jumping wrestlers and, apparently, taking drugs?? It was all an act? All of you guys?!
CAINE: You're almost completely right, Mick: it was an act. I took no pleasure in the heinous things I did to guys like Red Pirate Rogers, DOOM, my hero Arizona Chance, or Thumper Moore; but I felt it was needed, to bring the best out of the company. But where you're wrong is that we weren't all in on it. Nobody knew what I was doing. Omega, Cat and Mack were all in the dark about my true intentions, so they're hearing this for the first time... which is why I think now's a good time for you leave, Mick. I'll answer all your questions another time, but right now I'm certain Domination Inc have some feelings about all this, and they're gonna want to get it out of their systems...

LeRay hesitantly leaves the ring as Conor turns to face an advancing Domination Inc.

[The Greatest Wrestler OF DOOM]

Sorry I somehow didn’t realize I had a match this week.

The Greatest Professional Wrestler of DOOM storms the ring to “Accordion” and immediately stands off against the massive Champion.

LeRay: DOOM has taken to the ring faster than usual and he looks to be all business here tonight.

Beeman: He didn’t even steal a kid’s cola. That’s the only thing I liked about this guy.

LeRay: Well, he has certainly not got the size advantage for once. Is it possible Pierre has gotten even bigger since claiming the gold?

Beeman: I really don’t know what’s going to happened between these two lumbering oafs.

The bell rings and DOOM immediately unloads a heavy forearm that staggers Pierre. But the Enormous One responds with a frying pan sized chop right back at DOOM!

[Omega Satyros]

Omega and Mack are stunned, silent as Conor turns around. Black Cat is the first to act, moving from his position outside the ring to grab a chair, driving it into the back of his knee. Conor buckles and Black Cat smacks him across the back with it. The fans are in stunned silence of their own, not sure how to react to Conor's reveal.

Beeman: Damnit Conor, how could you do this to them?

LeRay makes his way back to the announce table by the time Omega snaps from the stun. Black Cat pulling Conor Caine up to his feet. The two plant Conor Caine with a pair of super kicks. Omega is shouting incoherently at Conor Caine.

LeRay: What does this mean for The Alpha & Omega as the Tag Team Champions?

Beeman: Conor can vacate his half of the title. Omega doesn't deserve to lose his glory just becasue Conor the Turncoat wants to be all high and mighty about himself now.

Omega is stomping frenziedly at his tag champion partner. He's pulling aggrievedly at the back of his mask, losing all composure. Mack rolls out of the ring, continuing to collect his own thoughts as Black Cat hits a shooting star press before locking Conor Caine in Pagan Ways. 

LeRay: Refs, officials, somebody come out here and break up this assault!

Refs rush the ring, trying to pry Omega and Black Cat from Conor Caine, none of them step between Mack's path to him. Black Cat seizes Conor's tag belt as refs begin dragging him and Omega from the ring.

[Pierre The Enormous]

*As DOOM and I are exchanging chops I get the upper hand and think to myself 'power moves aren't the way to go this week... gotta bust out some submissions...' I get DOOM to the mat with a knee and put him in a Romero Special*

[“heartBROKEN” Mack Caliber]

Oct 2, 2024 8:21:50 GMT -5 Omega Satyros said:

Omega and Mack are stunned, silent as Conor turns around. Black Cat is the first to act, moving from his position outside the ring to grab a chair, driving it into the back of his knee. Conor buckles and Black Cat smacks him across the back with it. The fans are in stunned silence of their own, not sure how to react to Conor's reveal.

Beeman: Damnit Conor, how could you do this to them?

LeRay makes his way back to the announce table by the time Omega snaps from the stun. Black Cat pulling Conor Caine up to his feet. The two plant Conor Caine with a pair of super kicks. Omega is shouting incoherently at Conor Caine.

LeRay: What does this mean for The Alpha & Omega as the Tag Team Champions?

Beeman: Conor can vacate his half of the title. Omega doesn't deserve to lose his glory just becasue Conor the Turncoat wants to be all high and mighty about himself now.

Omega is stomping frenziedly at his tag champion partner. He's pulling aggrievedly at the back of his mask, losing all composure. Mack rolls out of the ring, continuing to collect his own thoughts as Black Cat hits a shooting star press before locking Conor Caine in Pagan Ways. 

LeRay: Refs, officials, somebody come out here and break up this assault!

Refs rush the ring, trying to pry Omega and Black Cat from Conor Caine, none of them step between Mack's path to him. Black Cat seizes Conor's tag belt as refs begin dragging him and Omega from the ring.

I roll back into the ring, where I find Conor on his back. I casually walk his direction while the security team holds back Omega and Black Cat. I lower to one knee, grab Conor by the back of the head and hold it up with my fist raised, then drop his head as a huge smile crosses my face. My fist turns into a finger-wag, and then I stand and golf clap. It was an incredible ruse he pulled off, which deserves applause.

And retribution. I take two steps and punt him in the face, knocking Caine cold. I use my fingers to force Caine’s face into a smile. I begin laughing, coldly, maniacally, take my tattered tux shirt off and drape it across his face as blood begins to seep through the fabric, leaving a bloody smily face on the shirt. I allow the oncoming security to easily pin me in a corner as I continue to laugh hysterically.

[The Greatest Wrestler OF DOOM]

DOOM kicks and wheezes and panics in pain as Pierre looks for him to tap.

Beeman: Did he just say “I quit?”

LeRay: I don’t think the Lucha Pirate knows the meaning of the word quit.

Beeman: I actually believe you.

DOOM manages to hook to the bottom rope and referee Tasha West calls for the break. Pierre obliges.

Beeman: Can I just ask how exactly we selected a 110 pound official to call this match between guys that weight nearly a rom combined?

Pierre gives DOOM space to recover. DOOM shoves off the rope and fires a hard Polish hammer to Pierre, which takes the bigger man down to a knee. DOOM rakes his eyes and comes off the rope charging with a feet barely off the ground cross body block. Both men comes down hard on the mat.

[Pierre The Enormous]

*As I shake the cobwebs out of my noggin Tasha begins counting and I grab DOOM's leg and put him in a stretch muffler*

[Duke Mongoose]

(Toni Cruise is continuing her roving backstage reporter duties when she comes across Duke Mongoose coming out of the tanning room. He appears to be completely nude aside from the JWA World Heavyweight Championship which is covering his nethers, and a pair of comically oversized sunglasses)

Toni: Duke! My God!

Duke: TONI SPUMONI! (looks down) OH! Big Daddy Duke is dressed under here, don't you worry. I always wear a Speedo in the tanning bed. Gotta protect The Little Mongoose from harmful UV rays, don't cha know.

Toni: Thank goodness. Since I've got you here, I might as well ask your thoughts on who your first challenger will be. We just saw Mack Caliber, along with Omega Satyros and The Black Cat, turn on Conor Caine. We haven't heard anything from your old tag team partner and perpetual nemesis Penguino either.

Duke: This makes me sad, Toni. Normally when we crown a new champion there's a line around the block to get an opportunity. Big Daddy Duke finally captures the richest prize in the game and now nobody wants it.

Toni: I figured someone like you would welcome not having to defend your title.

Duke: Don't get me wrong, Toni, I would love to never have to defend this belt, but what kind of champion would I be? You can't get the winner's share of the purse if you don't have any matches. And a long title reign with no defenses makes you a paper champion - just like Almight Dolla's 50 year title reign! Who did she beat? Exactly.

Toni: I'm sure if no one steps up, Mr. Whistler will nominate a challenger for you.

Duke: Mr. Whistler? Kip's Dad? Didn't they make a documentary about him or something?

Toni: I'd rather not discuss that.

Duke: Me neither. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think someone needs to call their grandmother.

(Duke casually walks over to the parking lot door, still practically nude, and exits the building)

Toni: Mick, Sean - back to you at ringside.

[Red Pirate Rogers]

Oct 2, 2024 11:29:40 GMT -5 “heartBROKEN” Mack Caliber said:

Oct 2, 2024 8:21:50 GMT -5 Omega Satyros said:

Refs rush the ring, trying to pry Omega and Black Cat from Conor Caine, none of them step between Mack's path to him. Black Cat seizes Conor's tag belt as refs begin dragging him and Omega from the ring.

... My fist turns into a finger-wag, and then I stand and golf clap. It was an incredible ruse he pulled off, which deserves applause.

And retribution. I take two steps and punt him in the face, knocking Caine cold. I use my fingers to force Caine’s face into a smile. I begin laughing, coldly, maniacally, take my tattered tux shirt off and drape it across his face as blood begins to seep through the fabric, leaving a bloody smily face on the shirt. I allow the oncoming security to easily pin me in a corner as I continue to laugh hysterically.

After the security removes Mack from the ring and Conor tries to climb up to his feet, there's a commotion by the entrance. No cannon blast. No music. No spotlight, but the cameras do see Red Pirate Rogers walking to the ring, without any expression on his face.

LeRay: Hard to say what Rogers is going to do here...he prides himself on not fighting when it's not called for, but he may have suffered more at the hands of Domination Inc. and especially Conor Caine than anyone else.
Beeman: I know what I want him to do! I want him to say that he rigged the examination!
LeRay: So Conor would be a cheater?
Beeman: No...I mean...uh...would you be quiet LeRay, I'm trying to listen!
LeRay: No one's saying anything.

It's true, Rogers has climbed into the ring where Caine is on his knees in the corner, slowly getting up. Rogers looks disgusted at Caine, stares down at his feet, and then positions himself as Caine pulls up to standing.

Beeman: I knew it! He's going to give Conor a Cutlass Kick after he's already been beaten up by better stronger opponents. He's a creep, but he's a clever one!

Conor turns and sees Rogers, Rogers stands still, and Caine throws up his hands as if to accept the receipt. But Rogers walks up, and the camera sees him speak to Caine.

RPR: "Helluva work, man. Had me all the way." (They stand silent for a moment.) "Don't ever do it again." With that Rogers reaches out a hand and gestures to help Caine to the back.

LeRay: Red Pirate Rogers, once again showing genuine class to opponents and friends alike.
(Sean Beeman is crying)
Beeman: Why is he such a-- (Cut to commercial)

[Slashmaster]

The show opens with with the eerie tones of Slashmaster's entrance theme filling the arena as the crowd’s murmur turns into anxious silence. Slashmaster, a towering figure of menace, strides down the ramp. His mask reflects the arena lights in a menacing gleam as he makes his way into the ring. The fans know what’s about to happen—another victim awaits.

Inside the ring stands his opponent, a masked wrestler wearing gear eerily reminiscent of the Manhattan Mauler, the bruiser Bayou Burl used to be before his transformation into the whimsical but unsettling host of The Butterfly Room. The crowd reacts with curiosity and a hint of disbelief, murmuring about the symbolism of what’s to come.

Mick LeRay: "This masked wrestler looks like... I don’t believe it! He looks like the Manhattan Mauler from years ago. Could this be Bayou Burl’s way of mocking Slashmaster?"

Sean Beeman: "I’m not sure it’s Burl under that mask, LeRay. Burl’s got more sense than to step into the ring with Slashmaster right now. But whoever it is, they’ve got a death wish!"

The referee signals for the match to begin, and before the echo of the ring bell fades, Slashmaster charges like an unleashed beast. The masked wrestler barely has time to react.

Slashmaster slams into his opponent with a devastating shoulder block that sends him flying into the corner. The crowd gasps as the masked wrestler crumples under the sheer force of the hit. There’s no mercy in Slashmaster’s eyes—just cold, unrelenting fury.

Mick LeRay: "Slashmaster wasting no time! He’s going right for the kill!"

Slashmaster stalks over, grabs the masked wrestler by the throat, and yanks him to his feet like a ragdoll. Without hesitation, Slashmaster hoists him into the air for a brutal chokeslam that shakes the ring. The masked figure lies motionless on the mat, barely stirring.

Sean Beeman: "Oh, that’s it. This poor guy’s finished! Slashmaster’s not here to play games—he’s making a statement to Bayou Burl!"

Slashmaster stares down at the fallen body, but he isn’t done yet. He lifts the masked wrestler to his feet, locking his arms in a vicious double-underhook. The fans rise to their feet, knowing what’s coming next. With terrifying strength, Slashmaster lifts his opponent and drives him down with his signature move—the Hatchet. The masked wrestler’s body folds upon impact, and he lies motionless in the center of the ring.

Mick LeRay: "That’s it! The Hatchet! This match is over!"

Slashmaster calmly places a boot on the chest of his opponent for the pin. The referee quickly drops to the mat and counts.

Referee: "One… two… three!"

The bell rings, but Slashmaster doesn’t even glance at the ref or the crowd. Instead, he kneels down beside the motionless body of the masked wrestler. The crowd watches in tense silence as Slashmaster grabs the mask and slowly peels it off, revealing a nondescript face—definitely not Bayou Burl.

Mick LeRay:"It wasn’t Burl under the mask, but that doesn’t seem to matter to Slashmaster! This was a message!"

Slashmaster lifts the mask high in the air, staring at it like a predator eyeing its next prey. Then, without a word, he drops it on the fallen wrestler’s chest and looks directly into the camera, sending a clear, chilling message to Bayou Burl.

For years you walked amongst us.

Pretending you were just another wrestler.

Hiding your true self beneath a mask.

Burl... this is your fate.

You can wear any mask you want.

You can hide.

But I will find you...

And you will fall, just like this.

The camera lingers on Slashmaster’s ominous figure as his music hits once more, the chilling notes vibrating through the arena as the scene fades to black. Slashmaster exits the ring, leaving the fallen wrestler and the mask behind, another victim claimed as he moves one step closer to Bayou Burl.