Post by CallMeRobert on Feb 11, 2022 13:45:05 GMT -5
Black screen
MARSHALL GREENE V/O: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of ALL ages! We’ve seen many things happen in our first three shows. What can happen tonight? My name is Marshall Greene AND THIS IS PURSUIT…OF…THEEEEEEE…RIIIIIIING!!!
♫Ladies and Gentlemen, please
Would you bring your attention to me?♫
No longer a blank screen, our view is an aerial shot of North Brother Island in New York City, New York.
♫For a feast for your eyes to see,
An explosion of catastrophe.♫
The view moves down towards the buildings on the island. Some are the older buildings that have been there for decades, while others are freshly built sets to be used for the show.
♫Like nothing you’ve ever seen before,
Watch closely as I open this door.♫
The obvious drone begins to zip around the structures to be used for Episode four.
♫Your jaws will be on the floor,
After this you’ll be begging for more.♫
We zip around Paul Quinton, the Host of Pursuit Of The Ring, standing outside the entrance to the main building of the show.
♫Welcome to the show♫
He nods to the camera as it gets closer to him.
♫Please come inside♫
Paul pulls back and smacks the drone, causing it to begin spinning and the screen blacks out.
♫LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!♫
We cut to clips from the last show’s matches, starting off with Brunhilde Leichenberg grabbing Tibbagu in a bear hug and super=plexing him over the ropes in the battle royal main event.
♫BOOM! (DO YOU WANT IT?)♫
Cut to show The Cooler TJ hit Jasiah Andrew Scott with the ‘Hip Train’.
♫BOOM! (DO YOU NEED IT?)♫
Next we see Chelsea ocking on ‘Spark Out’, making Lena Soulas tap.
♫BOOM! (LET ME HEAR IT?)♫
Followed by a shot of Kit Darling’s thumb, pinning down Omar King’s thumb.
♫LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!♫
Trailed by a large shot of Hudson, Jakeem Kobra, Hated R, and Jobber Joe standing in the middle of the ring during the Main Event.
♫BOOM! (DO YOU WANT IT?)♫
Then to Jasiah Andrew Scott shoving a buffalo ball into his mouth.
♫BOOM! (DO YOU NEED IT?)♫
Interrupted by Chelsea Kennedy standing at the top of the Avalanche mountain.
♫BOOM! (LET ME HEAR IT?)♫
Kit Darling getting her tie-breaker question right while Jasiah Andrew Scott hangs his head in the background.
♫LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!♫
Final shot has the words ‘A NEW PLAYER HAS JOINED THE GAME…’ running the full length across the top. We see Hailey Storm standing in front of a green screen that is showing a room in her house, in Hollywood, California. But the odd part about the room, is the Hated R memorabilia all around the room. From posters with hearts drawn over the eyes, to bed spreads, to Funko Pops, to Hated R stuffed plushies. She smiles and bats her eyelashes, folding her hands together and kicking up her left leg slightly, before our screens cut to the Pursuit Of The Ring logo.
A new scene comes into view as we find ourselves on a three-quarter enclosed soundstage. The large ‘Pursuit Of The Ring’ logo display hangs on the background as we see a man walk onto the burnt orange empty set, dressed in a pair of dress pants and a purple dress shirt with the Project: Underground logo on the left side of the chest. He walks onto the empty side of the room and flashes a big ol’ toothy grin.
PAUL QUINTON: Here we are, on our FOURTH episode of Pursuit Of Honor. I want to thank you all for joining us today. Just like the past three shows, we will place our entertainers-slash-contestants up against each other in three different challenges: A trivia challenge, a physical challenge, and a specialty challenge. The winner of each of these challenges will not only gain a point towards the final season standing…but gains an advantage later in the show, during the wrestling match portion of our little shindig. At THAT time…everyone will be involved in a match of some sorts. The winners of the three earlier challenges will get to choose one person they would like to face one-on-one. The winner of those wrestling matches gets an additional two points, while the losers LOSE a point. As for the rest of the people who didn’t win a challenge and weren’t handpicked? Well they will face off in a large battle royal to see who gets that two point advantage AND who will receive that negative one point disadvantage. Gotta be sick and tired of my long-winded explanation by now.
Paul tilts his head to the side, slightly.
PAUL QUINTON: Because I’m tired of explaining it.
Paul turns and walks towards the right of the screen, stopping at his own pedestal. As he picks up a stack of cue cards and taps them on the table top.
PAUL QUINTON: Every show we will begin with a trivia challenge for all of our contestants. I will read off a question and then give the contestants time to write down an answer. The timer will go off, the contestants will reveal the answers, and the person with the most correct at the end of the challenge will receive a point on the standings board and will get to choose their opponent for their match later in the evening.
Paul turns towards the cast members.
PAUL QUINTON: In honor of the Winter Olympics, Nǐ hǎo, my little misfits. How’s it hanging?
TIBBAGU: Low and to the left.
PAUL QUINTON: You, sir, are disgusting. Get off my set.
TIBBAGU: But-
PAUL QUINTON: I said go!
TIBBAGU: Aw, MAN!!!
Tibbagu’s pedestal goes dark as he slowly walks away, before stopping in front of everyone.
TIBBAGU: Anyone want to come with me?
Crickets.
TIBBAGU: …any one?
More crickets.
TIBBAGU: Fine then!
Before Tibbagu can continue, circus music begins playing through the set.
Tibbagu takes in a deep breath and lets out a sigh, slowly walking off set in the process. The moment he is off scene, the music cuts out.
PAUL QUINTON: Now that the walking erection is not here to distract us, let’s get to our trivia…shall we?
PAUL QUINTON: Question number Yī! How many Razzies did the movie ‘The Last Airbender’ win?
A soft melody plays in the background for a bit, as the sound of white boards being picked up and written on echo through the set. Before the music ends, all twelve remaining contestants place their boards down.
PAUL QUINTON: Time’s up! With the twenty-tens only ending a couple years ago, I’m curious to see how many of you retained any of the information.. First, let me re-ask the question for those watching at home.. How many Razzies did the movie ‘The Last Airbender’ win?
We cut over to the contestants, sliding past Tibbagu’s empty pedestal, to Jasiah Andrew Scott. But before he can talk, we get a small clip of an interview earlier in the day. Jasiah is leaning back in his chair, arms folded over his chest, and his focus down at the floor
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: You were tied for the lead, Jasiah. You, Tibbagu, and The Cooler TJ…all sitting at three points each.
JAS: I don’t want to talk about it.
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: Then you and Kit Darling have to go to a tie-breaker in the trivia challenge.
JAS: Ben…plea-
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: You were eliminated during Avalanche, by getting hit with a boulder just FEET from the finish.
JAS: Ben…I am ask-
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: Then you go on to eat the most during the Fear Factor eating portion.
JAS: The only highlight of my night. But Ben-
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: Only to fall to Cooler TJ in your match.
JAS: I’m only asking you one more time, please stop talking about it.
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: And now? Now you are two points out of first, while The Cooler TJ, Brunhilde, and Chelsea all stand in first with four points…Kit Darling is a point ahead of you with three…and you sit here with two points through three shows. How does that make you feel?
Jasiah Andrew Scott looks up from the floor, anger in his eyes.
JAS: It makes me feel like shit, okay? Does that make you feel better? Are you happy to know that I’m depressed? Jesus FUCK, Ben. How else do you think it makes me feel? Like glitter and fucking rainbows? Like puppies and kittens?
Jasiah stands to his feet.
JAS: They should at least get Aurora Biggs out here to interview us. Even if she asked your dumb as shit questions, at least she has a pair of cans for us to stare at.
And with that Jasiah storms out of the interview room. We cut back to the trivia set.
PAUL QUINTON: Woah, feisty. What did you write, Anger Management?
Jasiah lifts his board to show he wrote ‘5?’
*DING*
PAUL QUINTON: CORRECT! The Last Airbender ron Razzies for Worst Picture, Worst Director, Worst Supporting Actor, Worst Eye-Gouging Misuse of Three-D, and Worst Screenplay. How about you there, Mr Belvedere?
Hudson lifts his white board to show what he wrote, but we cut to the interview room before we can see it.
HUDSON: There were some rumors you wanted to address right sir?
AL IAN: Yes, there have been rumors going around about me being a lizard creature from the center of the earth, but I can assure you I am not from the center of the earth. Its the opposite, if anything.
HUDSON: What?!
AL IAN: And by that I mean I'm from the surface like everyone else.
Al Ian nervously laughs.
HUDSON: For a moment there I thought you were saying you were from space or something, That'd be a little crazy master.
AL IAN: You're absolutely right! That would be crazy! I would never say such a thing, ha ha... ha…
We cut back to the trivia stage to see Hudson just drew a question mark.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Well, can’t really answer wrong if you don’t answer at all, right Hudson?
Hudson nods his head as he lowers his white board.
PAUL QUINTON: Moving on down to our next contestant, but favorite…the bold…the beautiful…Brunhilde Leichenberg!
Brunhilde stands there, head slightly tilted up as she takes in the accolades. Before anything else can be said, we fade to the interview room.
BRUNHILDE LEICHENBERG: NEIN!
And just like that, we cut back to the trivia set.
PAUL QUINTON: What?
BRUNHILDE LEICHENBERG: BRUNHILDE NOT WANT TO INTERVIEW. NOT FEEL GOOD. BAD SAUERBRATEN.
PAUL QUINTON: What did you write there, my poor little sickling?
Brunhilde lifts her board to show she wrote ‘5’
*DING*
PAUL QUINTON: HOT DAMN!
Brunhilde nods her head with confidence.
PAUL QUINTON: Another piece of useless knowledge they want me to spout, is that The Last Airbender was nominated for three more Razzies: Worst Supporting Actress, which went to Jessica Alba for four horrible movies …Worst Screen Couple, which went to the ENTIRE cast of Sex And The City Two…and Worst Prequel, Remake, Rip-off, or Sequel, which ALSO went to Sex And The City Two. Next in our line of contestants, is everyone’s least favorite of the cast.
Before even cutting to the pedestal, we instantly go to a recording from earlier in the day. The scene starts with Chelsea Kennedy sitting in the lounge and looking very exhausted from waking up in the morning. She’s having coffee and drinking it, trying to wake up. We hear static noise come in and it’s Chelsea on the couch, looking tired as she begins to talk
CHELSEA KENEDY: Last week, I was able to get the momentum going for me. I won my match and won the first challenge, but I am starting to wonder about something. Why does Paul hate my guts? What more do I have to give to make him respect me? I am tired of this. I am tired of his bias towards me. He doesn’t show any bias towards anyone else, only me. I don’t know what fight I have left in me.
The static cuts out as we see Chelsea get up and go into the kitchen. We hear Chelsea’s voice again.
CHELSEA KENEDY: Another day, another showdown and let’s see how much crap Paul puts me through today.
We cut back to the trivia set where we see a pissed off looking Chelsea Kennedy.
CHELSEA KENEDY: You think I am going to fail this? This decade I know more about than ANYONE HERE!
PAUL QUINTON: Well you have yet to show me you know anything in the previous three trivia challeng-
CHELSEA KENEDY: SHUT UP!!
She eyes Paul
CHELSEA KENEDY: Are you afraid that I’m going to win? ADMIT IT!
PAUL QUINTON: Listen her, young lady. You will respect the host. If not, you can follow Tibbagu and his large crocodile tears to the back.
CHELSEA KENEDY: Seriously? Are you THAT desperate? You can’t take me out of this because I know everything!
PAUL QUINTON: Oh, I can’t? Host rules. Get off my set.
In a fit of rage, Chelsea pushes her pedestal forward…causing it to crash down onto the stage. Security steps into view, but Chelsea flips them the bird…as well as Paul…before exiting on her own terms.
PAUL QUINTON: The nerve of this generation! No respect for authority. No respect for their elders. And they wonder why their world has gone to shit?
The camera slides over to Jakeem Kobra.
PAUL QUINTON: How about you, my slithery friend?
Before Jakeem can flip his board, we cut to the back where we see Jakeem sitting next to Aurora. He begins signing to her as she begins to translate.
AURORA BIGGS: I have twenty years of experience in this business, and yet when I try to search for my old matches, I can't find anything. No one seems to remember the old promotion I worked for, even though it was globally recognized. It's almost as if it never existed at all. I've heard some of my fellow competitors talking about this, as if my storied past is all in my mind. They think I'm crazy. Can you imagine that? Brunhilda thinks I'm crazy?
Jakeem stops signing for a moment, taking in a deep breath before continuing on.
AURORA BIGGS: Also, someone should tell Cooler TJ Thompson that just because I'm mute, it does not mean I'm deaf. If he makes one more Bollywood joke, I'm going to give him a Sicilian Necktie. Long story short, I'm not crazy. The wrestling wars against the armies of Hell were real...weren't they?
And with that, we cut back to the stage where Jakeem is holding his board up to show he wrote down ‘Five’.
*DING*
PAUL QUINTON: While I’m happy to see you got the answer right…I’m more worried about these wars against the armies of Hell.
Cooler TJ, who seems a bit embarrassed by finding out Kobra can hear his Bollywood jokes…slowly lifts his board up to reveal what he wrote…but instead we cut to our usual interview room.
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: We’re back again with our friend, Cooler TJ. Welcome back and congratulations on obtaining two points last episode.
COOLER TJ THOMPSON: Thanks! I told you I couldn’t lose, and I meant it. These hoes still don’t stand a chance.
Benjamin pulls a picture out of his pocket of what looks like TJ snorting a copious amount of cocaine.
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: Our PH team of scientists did some research, and managed to find this picture of you snorting coke in your own dimension. That made a lot of our viewers wonder if you had a drug addiction before entering the competition. Any truth in that?
COOLER TJ THOMPSON: Oh shit. Snitches. Listen, Benny. In my world…substances are totally legal! I’m not addicted at all! I can quit any time I want, trust me! You tell them they don’t need to worry about me. Even if I’m hooked or not…look at the score! These results speak for themselves. If anything, these drugs are helping me pummel the competition!
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: That might actually be true. But the real question people want to ask is did you bring any of those substances with you?
COOLER TJ THOMPSON: I have my ways. I may or may not have a dealer that brings me coke in a submarine every week. It’s a pretty cushy deal, not gonna lie. Hey, you want me to give you his number?
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: …Maybe. Hey, turn those cameras off for a second.
The camera cuts out and we find ourselves back in the trivia area. Cooler TJ holds up his board to show he wrote ‘Five’.
*DING*
PAUL QUINTON: CORRECT! How ‘bout your partner in crime?
HAILEY STORM (whisper soft): …uwu…
Hated R nods his head, before we fade to him sitting in the interview room.
HATED R: So I know y'all been followin' the Hated R train for a few weeks now. SIKE! Y'all been followin' me since I blessed this Earf with my dopeness. But anyway, y'all been watchin' me KILL IT on PotR. I be on my Frodo Bagginz ish, B. I got this whole thing on lock. And right now, y'all can best believe I'm bringin' so much heat to the rest of this competition that these cats ain't gonna' know what smacked they ass. I'm bringin' nothin' but straight hits from now on. They might be the latest, the greatest but R be The Hatedest. And that's what? BARS! Deuce me.
We cut back to the set and Hated R is holding up his board that reads ‘Fourive’.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: What?
HATED R: Hated scratched down five, B. Don’t be hatin’.
PAUL QUINTON: No, you wrote Fourive…like you couldn’t figure out if you wanted to write four or five down.
HATED R: But it say five.
PAUL QUINTON: No…it says Fourive. If you didn’t have the O-U-R in there, it would say five.
Hated R looks at his board, then erases the our with his finger, before turning it around and showing Paul it now says ‘F ive’.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Nope, still doesn’t work homie.
HATED R: Ya’ll play too much. Bunch-a haters.
Hated R steps out from behind his podium and starts walking away.
HATED R: Can’t believe ya’ll kicking R off set. It’s straight trash.
PAUL QUINTON: No one…kicked you…
Paul watches Hated R walk away, a bit confused.
HAILEY STORM: HATED!!! WAIT!!!
Hailey jumps out from behind her pedestal and runs after the Hated R superstar.
PAUL QUINTON: Our newcomer, Hailey Storm…everybody…
Both Hated R and Hailey’s pedestal lights turn off.
PAUL QUINTON: Jesus Christ TJ, I swear you’ve been sharing some of the Earth Two cocaine around here.
COOLER TJ THOMPSON: It’s that good shit.
PAUL QUINTON: I’ll take your word for it. How about you, Steve Jobs?
Jobber Joe lifts his white board up with a sad look on his face, but it shows the word ‘Five’...but it’s written in Lena Soulas’s handwriting.
*DING*
PAUL QUINTON: And you got it correct!
Jobber Joe surprisingly looks at his white board as Lena holds up her board…only for us to cut to the interview room.
LENA SOULAS: You know how hard it is to tell people about yourself? It feels like I am applying for a job and the big bad wolf sits in front of me. Staring hungry like I carry a picnic basket. Which I might even do, you never know.
Lena is seen sitting comfortably in the plush orange velvet covered chair.
LENA SOULAS: I already introduced you to the basics the other time, so what else is there to know? When I was younger I had a talent that my parents were really proud of. Using the right termini, I can remember things extremely well. I don’t wanna say I have a photographic memory. Now I can imagine some of you screaming: YAY, that's so cool. Dudes and Dudettes, it can be. But not always.
She cocks her head to the side, her normal smile fading away for a moment.
LENA SOULAS: It can be pretty lame when you remember everything about a situation. The way someone looks at you when they don’t like you. How they whisper when they think you don’t notice. And unless you work in the true crime scene, you really don’t want this. So for a long time I tried my best to dim it down. That was till I started to wrestle and ran into my husband. Why?
Lena smiles.
LENA SOULAS: Because he taught me how helpful this can be. I can memorize almost every step my opponent takes. It is like a little fortune cookie lives inside of you, shouting directions. Sure it gives you headaches too, but they are worth it.
The smile gets brighter.
LENA SOULAS: Why do I tell you this? Very simple. Lena Soulas stands for those that receive the odd look. Those that never seem to fit anywhere. Because believe me, I never did in the first place. I had to fight for my place and you can too. If they tell you that you are odd and not belonging, tell them you are special and outshine them all.
Lena does a virtual high-five towards the camera.
LENA SOULAS: At the end of the day you only have one enemy. And that is: Yourself. So kick your own bum and be a positive example for those that can’t be.
We fade back to the trivia to show the words ‘Mmmmm, raspberries’ in Jobber Joe’s handwriting, on Lena’s board.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Me thinks there is something fishy about this. But who am I to question, right?
LENA SOULAS: Nothing fishy at all, Paul. Joseph got it right and I got it wrong.
Lena turns to Kit.
LENA SOULAS: How about you, Darling?
Kit turns her white board around to show she wrote ‘WTF is a Razzie?’
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: What about you, Omar?
We slide over to Omar King, but quickly cut to a segment filmed earlier in the day. We go over to Aurora Biggs who is standing by ready to interview “The King Of Murder City”, “Killshot” Omar King. Omar is standing there looking fresh as he looks over at Aurora and winks as she flashes a smile back at him.
AURORA BIGGS: Hello everyone. Joining me right now is the recent addition to Pursuit Of The Ring, Omar King. He made his debut on the last show and I must say he did look good out there. What are your thoughts on the last show Mr. King?
OMAR KING: How ya doin’ gorgeous, first of all?
The confidence swagger about Omar is clear to see as Aurora blushes a little.
AURORA BIGGS: I’m good, Mr. King.
OMAR KING: Ya can call me Omar. To answer ya question though, imma take someone's head off tonight. Ya can all doubt me but ya all don’t realize that imma shoot and imma not miss. Ya will bow down to the King or it’s off with ya head. The last show was fixed from the start. The host is a jerk off for starters. If he disrespects me one more time imma hit him so hard he is gonna look like a stroke victim. Damn! Did I just hurt some of ya fuckin’ snowflakes' feelings with that? GOOD!
The cocky smirk on Omar King’s face is clear to see. Aurora is unsure of what she is going to say next but brings her microphone up to her mouth.
OMAR KING: Sorry darlin’. Just let me finish what imma about to say and ya can ask me whatever ya want to next. I haven’t come to Pursuit Of The Ring to make friends. None of ya are worthy enough to be anyway. If any of ya are gonna get ya feelin’s hurt by what imma say, ya better go talk to Valkyrie cause ya feelin’s are about as relevant as her existence. Oh no! Did I go too far again? Please don’t Blood Eagle me. Whatever am I gonna do now? Hahaha! Ya already know and if ya don’t ya about to find out. Imma not give a flyin’ fuck about any repercussions that may come my way. I’m Omar MOTHERFUCKIN’ King and imma do and say whatever I want. Paul ya big ball bag, put some respect on my name or imma kick ya so hard ya be shakin’ like an epileptic. Now, my sweet Aurora, ya welcome to ask me whatever ya wanted to next.
There is still a cocky grin on the face of Omar as Aurora is a little shocked at what Omar just said but politely smiles at him.
AURORA BIGGS: So, moving on. Tell me what winning and losing mean to you.
OMAR KING: As ya already know imma not happy about how the last show went. Imma fuckin’ superstar and POTR are fuckin’ lucky to have me. I ain’t about to let anyone see me as a loser. Any BS like the last show imma throw the rule book out and imma show ya the way of The King Of Murder City. Imma also show ya why they call me Killshot too. Just remember that when I shot, imma not miss. That’s something ya all gonna have to get use to whether ya like it or not. As for winnin’, ya find that out later when ya come celebrate with me Aurora, I’ll show ya what a real man is capable of and not some viagra takin’ wannabe Hugh Hefner like Paul. Thinkin’ bout it, imma hearin’ from that pig that he dribbles over that his just as dead as Hugh Hefner is in that department, only Hefner is stiffer now imma guessin’. If ya have any other questions ya better ask me before imma get cut off air cause of the Karen’s gettin’ butt hurt from what imma sayin’ rather than their Lil Petey butt plugs.
The laughter from Omar echoes throughout as Aurora stays as professional as she can trying to hide a little smile.
AURORA BIGGS: Last but not least. Who are the three people you want to face in the matches if you were to win the challenges?
OMAR KING: Brunhilde, just so I can see the look on Paul’s face when imma give his bitch a better poundin’ than he ever will. Secondly, I’d say Hated R. He is just an absolute joke to mankind. The dude looks like he's been smokin’ on a crack pipe and got his tattoos from Burt his husband in prison. Last but not least that bloody freaky lookin’ alien thing that calls itself Kit Darling. Don’t worry, imma sure ya daddy Indy will look after ya if ya have the unfortunate luck of me knockin’ ya teeth down ya throat so you have to give birth to them. Anyway, imma see ya later sweet cheeks, imma go dine like a King does before imma have to deal some more with these peasants. Ya know where my locker room is if ya need some good pipe, just call me Omar The Plumber.
As Omar walks past Aurora he winks at her as she stands there unsure whether she is flattered by that or just shocked by it. We then cut back to the set, where we see Paul smirking.
PAUL QUINTON: So, Kanye, what did you write for us?
OMAR KING: What did ya’ call me?
PAUL QUINTON: Ears clogged because of your ego? I called you Kanye. You know, Mr. ‘Imma let you finish’.
OMAR KING: Oh hell nah. That’s it.
Omar steps out from behind his pedestal, but is instantly met by security.
PAUL QUINTON: Such hostility.
OMAR KING: I’m ‘bout to break my hostility off in your lilly-white ass of yours.
PAUL QUINTON: Why don’t you take some time to cool off, hot ‘shot’.
OMAR KING: It’s Killshot…and you finna learn it.
Security quickly leads Omar off set as Paul smirks. Omar’s pedestal light goes out.
PAUL QUINTON: What an interesting first question. Tibbagu, Chelsea, Hated R, Omar, and Hailey all found their own little ways to eliminate themselves from the challenge. But with eight remaining, Jasiah, Bru, Jakeem, TJ, and Joe are in the lead with one apiece.
PAUL QUINTON: Question number two: What music legend passed away in January of twenty-sixteen?
The music plays softly as some instantly begin writing down an answer…while others have to visibly think for a moment.
PAUL QUINTON: During the same month, we also lost one of the greatest actors of our time. Mr. Alan Rickman passed away four days after this music legend.
The music ends.
PAUL QUINTON: Alrighty…who feels confident about this one?
A majority of the contestants hold up their hands.
PAUL QUINTON: Then let’s have some fun, shall we? If you get this one wrong, you are INSTANTLY eliminated! It’s so much nicer to burn through the questions quicker. Plus this way I can get back to sippin’ some whiskey and thinkin’ about a ravishing little brunette. JASIAHA…SHOW-ME-WHAT-YOU-GOT!!!
Jasiah flips his board over to show he wrote ‘BIG KAP’
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Big Kapp died in February, Jasiah. ELIMINATED!!! What about you, Big H?
As Jasiah’s light turns out, Hudson holds up his board to show he wrote ‘David Bowie’
*DING*
PAUL QUINTON: AND BOOM! Hudson gets it right!
KIT DARLING: PEACE OUT!
Everyone turns to look to see Kit Darling stepping out from behind her pedestal.
PAUL QUINTON: Where are you going, young lady?
KIT DARLING: We got it wrong and the baby wants nachos.
Kit walks off set, eliminating herself in the process.
PAUL QUINTON: Oooookay. How about you Ms Leichenberg?
Brunhilde smiles as she turns her board around to show she ALSO wrote ‘David Bowie’.
*DING*
PAUL QUINTON: And the eye candy hangs round a bit longer! Jakeem?
Jakeem slowly turns his white board around to show he wrote ‘Marion James’.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Sooo close. Marion left the mortal coil on December thirty-first of twenty-fifteen. So you would have gotten it with a technicality, because our writers have shit the bed with the wording of this question!
Jakeem slowly walks off as his light turns off.
PAUL QUINTON: What about TJ? Are you going to tell me it’s like Doctor Dre who died, or Mic Jagger? Maybe even Steven Tyler!
COOLER TJ THOMPSON: What kinda funny shit you smoking, homie?
TJ flips his board around to show he wrote ‘David Bowie’
*DING!*
COOLER TJ THOMPSON: Jagger died in the 80s! And who is Steven Tyler?
PAUL QUINTON: I will ignore that for now. What about you Jobby Josephine?
Jobber Joe spins his board around to show he wrote nothing down…but he is smiling big.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: It would have probably been wrong anyway. Lena?
Jobber Joe looks confused at his empty board as Lena turns her board around to show she wrote ‘David Bowie’.
*DING!*
PAUL QUINTON: And just like that, we are down to Hudson, Brunhilde, TJ, and Lena!!! Let’s keep up with this elimination question run!!!
PAUL QUINTON: Question number three: In February of what year, did Jay Leno host his last episode of 'The Tonight Show'?
Music. Writing. Pens down. End music.
PAUL QUINTON: So let’s get to it! Hudson, buddy, what did you write?
Hudson lifts his white board up to show he wrote ‘2012’
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Almost there, bud. But I am sorry, you are eliminated! Brunhilde?
Brunhilde smiles big as she holds up her board to show she wrote ‘2014’.
*DING*
PAUL QUINTON: STAYIN’ IN THE GAME!!! TJ?
Cooler TJ nods his head with a smug look on his face, turning his board around to show ‘2014’.
*DING*
PAUL QUINTON: FUCK YEAH!!! LENA?
Lena turns her board around to show she wrote ‘2015’.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Oh…Lena…I’m so sorry…
Lena’s light turns off
PAUL QUINTON: Onto question four, with only Brunhilde and TJ still alive in this one. How long can either of them hold on?
PAUL QUINTON: Question four: According to "Billboard" and "Rolling Stone" magazines, which legendary band had the highest-grossing concert tour of 2011?
The soft melody fills the air, as does the sound of markers on white board. The caps click onto the marker, milliseconds before the melody ends.
PAUL QUINTON: Let’s do this as the same time. ON the count of three. One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Brunhilde and TJ both turn their boards around to reveal their answers. Brunhilde wrote ‘U2’ while TJ wrote ‘UB40’
*DING*
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: AND BRUNHILDE WINS!!!
TJ sighs as Brunhilde lifts her muscular arms into the air. Confetti drops down onto her as we cut to her interview session. The usual interview room somewhere, shortly after Brunhilde’s magnificent victory in yet another challenge. Of course, she isn’t seated politely in the provided chair. Hell, she doesn’t even seem to be paying attention to the off-screen interviewer.
Instead, she stomps back and forth from one side of the room to the other. In one hand, she has a miniature German flag - made of stiff paper - on one of those little white sticks. For all the flourish and enthusiasm she waves it with, you’d think it was a full-sized fabric flag.
But that wouldn’t have fit as nicely into her luggage; and she had plenty of workout supplements to pack in the limited space allowed. Maybe next time she can intimidate someone into bringing an extra bag.
As she waves the tiny flag around, she bellows out the German National Anthem.
BRUNHILDE LEICHENBERG: EINIGKEIT UND RECHT UND FREIHEIT…
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: Um... Brunhilde? Please, we don’t have all...
BRUNHILDE LEICHENBERG: ...FUR DAS DEUTSCHE VATERLAND...
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: ...day... So if you could just put down the flag and come take a seat...
BRUNHILDE LEICHENBERG:...DANACH LASST UNS ALLE STREBEN...
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: ...David Hasselhoff.
At the mention of this sacred name - that of the greatest German hero in the modern era - Brunhilde suddenly snaps to attention. She stops her singing, clicking her heels together and stiffening her spine into something resembling a military 'at attention' stance.
BRUNHILDE LEICHENBERG: YES..? I’M SORRY, I DIDN’T REALIZE WE WERE DISCUSSING DAS ÜBERMENSCH HASSELHOFF.
The interviewer groans wearily, clearly feeling like they continue to draw the short straw every time they’re tasked with speaking to this frightening woman. But still - like a true professional - they soldier on.
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: ..that’s fine. So as I was saying, you’ve won another challenge. Any idea who you plan on picking for an opponent?
Brunhilde’s eyes immediately darken after hearing this question; her face’s triumphant expression melts away into something far more grave and intense, like she were about to discuss SERIOUS business.
BRUNHILDE LEICHENBERG: CHELSEA IS VERY RUDE TO NICE QUESTION ASKING MAN. I WOULD LIKE TO CRUSH HER SPINE IN MY ARMS AND MAKE HER APOLOGIZE ONCE SHE IS CAPABLE OF SPEAKING AGAIN AND ALSO PERHAPS I WILL PULL OUT HER STUPID STUPID HAIR AND MAYBE I MIGHT REMOVE A TOOTH OR TWO WITH MY INDEX FINGER AND THUMB OH OH AND ALSO I SHA-
She’s just rambling at this point, but Brunhilde remains calm while rattling off exactly how she plans to punish Chelsea for her rudeness to a fine man like Paul Quinton. Eventually, the interviewer clears his throat loudly to get her attention. She stops, looking somewhat embarrassed when she realizes she was off on a bit of a rant.
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: ..thank you, Brunhilde. That’ll do for now.
Back from commercial and we find ourselves in a large room with a pool in the middle. In the pool itself are twelve large poll/pedestals sticking up from the water, with a small area for people to stand on…which we do see all of our Pursuit Of The Ring contestants standing on them (Minus Kit Darling). In the middle is a thirteenth pole, with a arm sticking out that is just long enough to sweep over the pedestals the cast is standing on. We cut over to Paul Quinton, who is standing with Kit Darling, in front of a wall with the POTR logo on it.
PAUL QUINTON: Welcome back, folks…to our PHYSICAL Challenge of the evening. Joining me for our announcing, is young alien, Kit Darling.
KIT DARLING: We can’t compete due to the life forming in our abdomen, but we can sure laugh publicly about the misfortunes soon coming to our fellow contestants.
PAUL QUINTON: That’s right. So while they teeter on taking a ten foot dip, let’s go over the idea of this game for those who haven’t seen it before.
As Paul continues to talk, a video comes up showing how this challenge was completed during Takeshi’s Castle.
PAUL QUINTON: The Wipeout Sweeper. Our contestants must stay standing while the foam-covered arm in the middle spins around, attempting to knock them off their pedestal. If the arm hits you and you fall off your ledge, into the water, you are eliminated! Last person standing wins the challenge.
*HORN*
The spinner arm starts moving, slowly inching towards the contestants…picking up speed rather quickly.
Tibbagu jumps over the arm.
Jasiah jumps over the arm.
PAUL QUINTON: The contestants taking advantage of the slower movement on this first go around.
Hudson jumps over the arm.
Brunhilde jumps over the arm.
KIT DARLING: It’s noticeably getting faster. Brunhilde made it over, but she was almost caught off guard.
Chelsea jumps over the arm.
JakeemKobra jumps over the arm.
PAUL QUINTON: It’s only going to get faster from here.
Cooler TJ jumps over the arm.
Hated R jumps over the arm.
KIT DARLING: This is kind of bo-
Kit stops talking as Jobber Joe, who was too busy talking to Lena, takes the sweeper arm to the back of his calves. He walls backwards, taking the brunt of the fall to the middle of his back on the pedestal, before sliding off and falling the ten feet into the water below.
*BUZZER*
KIT DARLING: JOBBER JOE IS ELIMINATED!!!
Lena, still a little surprised by watching Joe fall to his watery doom, just barely manages to jump over the sweeper arm.
Omar King jumps over the arm with a cocky smile.
And with her eyes locked on Hated R, Hailey jumps over the arm.
PAUL QUINTON: And on our FIRST rotation, we have an elimination! Jober Joe is out and that leaves us with eleven as the arm is getting quicker.
Tibbagu jumps, but just barely misses the arm on his way down.
Jasiah on the other hand, isn’t so lucky. He jumps, but his timing is off as the top of his feet catch arm and sends him face first into the pedestal. With a slight bounce he falls back, arms wildly reaching to grab anything…but there is nothing to grab as he falls into the water.
*BUZZER*
KIT DARLING: Another elimination as Jasiah takes a dip.
Hudson clears the arm.
Brunhilde TRIPS OVER THE ARM!!!
PAUL QUINTON: NO!!!!
Brunhilde grabs onto the pedestal and PULLS herself back up, carefully standing back to her feet.
Meanwhile, both Chelsea and Jakeem have cleared the faster moving arm.
KIT DARLING: That was a close one for the Überfrau.
TJ jumps over the arm, as Hated R barely has any time to jump himself…but he manages.
Lena hops over it with ease.
PAUL QUINTON: Well, while I wouldn’t mind seeing her we-
KIT DARLING: OKAY! We get it…you want to bone her!
Omar clears the bar, still wearing his cocky smile.
Haily, still staring at Hated R, misjudges the timing and pulls a Jasiah…smacking her face off the platform and falling backwards into the water below.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: She wasn’t keeping her eyes on the prize.
KIT DARLING: We don’t think she has the same idea what a prize is, as you do.
The arm starts sweeping around again, but raises up about a foot.
PAUL QUINTON: Oh, that’s right. Did I forget to mention that the arm will start slowly rising too? My bad.
Tibbagu gets a good look at the new height and clears it with ease.
Hudson, not expecting it to be too hard, jumps, but clips the arm as it speeds by. The force causes him to pull away from the pedestal and just be thrown out into open air…before he splashes down into the water below.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: And there goes Hudson.
*BUZZER*
KIT DARLING: AND THERE GOES BRUNHILDE!!! The arm was too high and she couldn’t clear it!
PAUL QUINTON: DAMMIT!
Chelsea Kennedy prepares herself, but jumps to late as she bounces off the arm and goes flying down to the water.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Maybe that will clean her act up? Eh?
KIT DARLING: That wasn’t funny at all.
Cooler TJ manages to jump over the sweeping arm.
But Hated R, too busy looking at the females swimming in the water below, gets pegged and falls into the drink himself.
*BUZZER*
KIT DARLING: And there goes Hated!
Lena just barely clears the arm.
Omar, too busy laughing at Hated R still, is caught off guard as the arm gets faster and rises up a another half a foot, catching him just above the knees and causing him to fall into the water.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: And there goes ‘The King’. And with the arm making his preparations by rising another half a foot…only Tibbagu, Kobra, TJ, and Soulas are left!!!
The arm spins around and Tibbagu manages to BARELY clear jumping over it.
Jakeem jumps, but it still catches him, carries him over the water, and drops him in.
*BUZZER*
KIT DARLING: Jakeem Kobra has been eliminated!
Cooler TJ drops flat to the ground, letting the arm sweep over him.
KIT DARLING: Is that allowed?
PAUL QUINTON: They only have to avoid falling in, so I think that’s fine.
Lena, still trying to comprehend TJ’s move…can’t decide whether to jump or drop…instead gets smashed into the water below.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: And there goes Lena. So now, it is a battle between Tibbagu and Cooler TJ!!!
Tibbagu clears the bar…BUT LOSES HIS FOOTING AS HE LANDS ON THE EDGE OF THE PEDASTAL!!!
*BUZZER*
KIT DARLING: And Tibbagu is out!
PAUL QUINTON: All TJ has to do is clear it and he wins.
Cooler TJ contemplates what to do, but again drops down onto his stomach…the bar safely passing over him.
*HORN*
The arm slows down and stops as we cut to the back interview room.
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: You pulled it off again! You can’t seem to stop winning as you put yourself in position for even more points in the match portion of the event tonight. What do you have to say to your competition?
COOLER TJ THOMPSON: I did! The competition? I just wanna apologize for not giving you bums a chance. Except you, Hated R. You did nothing wrong. I know y’all are out here busting your asses, and still can’t hang with the goat. That’s tuff. Maybe you’ll have better luck next season when I’m not around to body you.
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: There are still a ton of episodes to go! There’s still a chance that you slip.
COOLER TJ THOMPSON: I know, bro. But is there really a chance? I don’t think so. Barring any interruptions from people that look like me, I feel like nobody’s stopping your boy.
BENJAMIN BROADWATER: Fair enough! Once again you have a chance to choose your opponent. Who’s it gonna be?
COOLER TJ THOMPSON: Well the last time I was in a match, Jah made the wrong choice to face me. I don’t think I’m gonna be making any wrong choices. Whoever it is won’t be doing anything to me.
And with that, we fade to commercials.
Coming June 2022
Coming back from the commercial break, we find ourselves on a new set…one with a single bowling lane. We see Paul standing off to the right, with all thirteen contestants to the right of him.
PAUL QUINTON: Welcome back to the FINAL Challenge of the evening. We saw earlier in the night, where Brunhilde proved to be the most knowledgeable, while TJ showed us he was the most athletic…or luckiest, you choose on your own. But now…we are about to see who is our best…bowler?
Tibaggu steps up to the lane, with a bright blue bowling ball.
PAUL QUINTON: So here is how we will go. Each contestant will have an opportunity to step up and try their best. BUT…unless they hit a strike…they will be ELIMINATED! Whomever is the last one standing, wins tonight’s Speciality Challenge! Also…keeping with the idea of additional points…for every strike a contestant bowls, they get an additional point added to their Point Standings!
The lane fires up and places ten pins down from Tibbagu.
PAUL QUINTON: And away…we…go…
Tibbagu lines up his feet, holds the ball in front of him…then starts walking forward. He brings the ball back and launches it forward…
*CRASH*[/b]
PAUL QUINTON: AND THAT’S A STRIKE!!! Tibbagu continues on…AND gets that extra point.
Jasiah steps up with an green bowling ball. He pulls back and launches forward. He slips slightly on his throw and the ball careens to the left and slams into the gutter.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Oh, too…bad. Jasiah with a gutterball, eliminating himself from the challenge!
Jasiah shakes his head in disbelief as he walks away and Hudson comes up with purple ball.
PAUL QUINTON: Our resident Archbishop Duke of Earl Count Bon-bon the Third…
Hudson launches the ball and hits slightly to the right of center…causing a 2-8-10 split.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: I’m sorry, Hudson. But even though I’m sure you could pick up the spare…you need a strike to continue on. You are eliminated.
Next up, Brunhilde steps up with an orange ball. She lurches forward and unleashes the ball…but it hooks towards the end and only take out the 9 and 10 pin.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Sad day, Bru-baby. With only two pins, you have been eliminated. Tibbagu holding strong as three others have stepped up and failed to match his bowling masterpiece.
Chelsea Kennedy walks up, red bowling ball in her hands.
PAUL QUINTON: Let’s see what you’ve got there, Chels.
Chelsea turns slowly and looks at Paul, taken back that he didn’t call her names or insult her. She quickly turns back towards the pins, steps forward and launches the ball down the lane…only for it to veer off to the left and barely clip the 7 pin.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Oh, Ms Kennedy, I am sorry. You have been eliminated! And Tibbagu stands strong as the only surviving contestant!
Jakeem Kobra steps up with a blue ball, steps forward and throws his ball down the lane.
*CRASH*[/b]
PAUL QUINTON: AND JAKEEM JOINS TIBBAGU IN ROUND TWO!!!
Jakeem smiles as he steps out of the lane, only for Cooler TJ to step up with a green ball.
COOLER TJ THOMPSON: I got this.
TJ shimmies his way to the front of the lane…places the bell on the ground…and rolls it as hard as he can towards the pins. It hits the first pin…but only manages to knock down four of them.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: I’m sorry, TJ. That just isn’t enough. You are eliminated from this challenge.
Hated R comes up to the lane with a purple ball and a pair of shades on.
HATED R: This how homies do it back home.
Hated R spins around, stops and underhands the ball towards the pins. It picks up speed as it shoots down the lane.
*CRASH*[/b]
PAUL QUINTON: Holy shit. Wasn’t expecting that.
As Hated R walks away with confidence, Jobber Joe steps up…focused on the pins. He lurches forward with his orange ball and throws it. It starts going to the right, but just as it threatens the edge of the gutter, it cuts to the left and SLAMS into the pins.
*CRASH*[/b]
PAUL QUINTON: Daaaaamn! That was a beautiful hook!
Jobber Joe smiles as Lena is up next, holding a red ball. She slowly steps forward, builds up some steam and rolls the ball hard down the lane.
*CRASH*[/b]
PAUL QUINTON: AND ANOTHER STRIKE!!! Tibbagu went from being alone, to now having Jakeem, Hated, Joe, AND Lena right there with him. Three strikes in a row here, people. What about you, Kit?
Kit nonchalantly walks over to the lane with a blue ball. She stands at the head of the lane, swings the ball back, then swings it forward…letting it go. The ball rolls down the lane and slams into the pins, just left of center.
*CRASH*[/b]
PAUL QUINTON: FOUR IN A ROW!!! GET ‘EM, KING! GIVE ME FIVE!
Omar King eyes up Paul, with a scowl on his face and a green ball in his hand. He turns and jumps forward, letting the ball go and everyone watches as it slowly moves to the right and only takes out two pins.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Oh, well shit. There goes our streak. Mr. King, you have been eliminated.
Omar shakes his head in disbelief as Hailey steps up with a purple ball.
HAILEY STORM: This is for you, Hated R.
Hailey winks at Hated R and steps forward, pushing the ball out like a basketball. It hits the lane hard, but continues going forward and picking up speed.
*CRASH*[/b]
PAUL QUINTON: How the hell did you do that with that approach?
HAILEY STORM: Love and adoration.
PAUL QUINTON: Okay. Well after our first round, Tibbagu, Jakeem, Hated R, Jobber Joe, Lena, Kit, and Hailey…all make it to the next throw. So without enough diddling our ding-a-lings…let’s get to it.
Tibbagu steps up and aims with a fresh rack of pins waiting for him at the end. He steps forward and unleashes a fireball down the lane.
*CRASH*[/b]
PAUL QUINTON: ANOTHER STRIKE! So even if you don’t win this challenge…that’s two extra points you’ve earned!
Jakeem follows suit, aiming the ball down the lane. He steps forward and rolls the ball…
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: ALMOST…that seven-ten split is a killer my friend. You have been eliminated.
Kobra walks off feeling completely destroyed as Hated R steps up.
HAILEY STORM: YOU CAN DO IT!
Hated R pulls back, steps forward, and throws his ball down the lane. It hits the pins hard and nine of them fall instantly…with the tenth one slightly rocking…before settling upright.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Oh boy. That’s another elimination.
Jobber Joe pats Hated on the shoulder as they walk past each other. And with a confidence Jobber Joe has never had on the show, he picks up his ball and cups it one one hand. He studies the pins…aims…and LAUNCHES the ball down the lane.
*CRASH*[/b]
PAUL QUINTON: He’s like a fucking protige!!!
Lena claps for Joe and gives him a high five as she takes her turn. She rolls her ball down the lane…but just like Jakeem, only pulls off a seven-ten split.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: What a killer! Sorry Lena, you have been eliminated!
Kit Darling steps up to the head of the lane again…still holding her ball with both hands and sort of SHOVING it down the lane. But the ball stays focused before slamming into the pins at the other side.
*CRASH*[/b]
PAUL QUINTON: Don’t know how you’re doing it…but you’re doing it, Kit. Tibbagu, Joe, and Kit moving on, with one person left to go.
Hailey steps up and blows a kiss towards Hated R before turning and launching the ball like a three point shot again. But this time, the ball ricochets off the lane and out of it entirely.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Yep, your luc wasn’t going to last forever. Sorry Hailey, you are eliminated. Which leaves us with Tibbagu, Joe, and Kit in round three. This challenge can be a HUGE turn around for someone. Because right now, the winner is getting AT LEAST three points. If none of you three hit a strike…we will award the win to who has knocked down the most pins for this round. Tibbagu, you’re up bud.
Tibbagu calmly steps up, then jumps forward and throws his ball…but slips slightly with his plant foot. The ball makes its way down the lane, hits the pins, but leaves the 4 and 7 pins standing.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: Yikes, Tibbagu with eight. So let’s see if either of the next two can do better.
Jobber Joe, with that laser focus, steps up again. He calmly steps forward and HURLS his ball down the lane…jutting his back leg out as he does. The ball flies down the lane…
*CRASH*[/b]
PAUL QUINTON: TURKEY!!! JOBBER JOE…THE IDIOT SAVANT WITH A BOWLING TURKEY!!! Tibbagu has now been eliminated. Can Kit match the roll Joe is on?
Kit Darling steps up and with a deep breath and a grunt, pushes the ball down the lane. It goes almost in slow motion as everyone watches it slight move to the right…hitting the pins almost straight on. The sounds of pins crashing echo and everyone watches as wooden pins go flying.
But the 5 pin stands untouched.
*BUZZER*
PAUL QUINTON: AND JOBBER JOE WINS THE CHALLENGE!!!
A quick cut to the back where we see the creepy Jobbe Joe in the interview room.
JOBBER JOE: HA HA, HA! I WON! FINALLY, MY FIRST WIN IN YEARS! On top of that though, my groin hurts, the underwear is too tight. But, I got the W though.
Fade to commercial.
Coming back from the last commercial break, we find ourselves in the familiar place of a large gymnasium. A ring is set up with Marshall Greene standing in the middle of it, microphone in hand.
MARSHALL GREENE: Ladies and gentlemen. Our first match-up of the night! Brunhilde Leichenberg has challenged CHELSEA KENNEDY!!!
BRUNHILDE (2-1-0) vs CHELSEA KENNEDY (2-1-0)
DING! DING! DING!
In what could have been dubbed as the Favorite Child vs the Hated Child, Chelsea and Brunhilde gave it everything they had and it showed that they are two of the more talented ones in the ring. Chelsea used her speed to zip around Brunhilde a lot, but it was Brunhilde’s strength that tipped the scales and a ‘Schildmaid’ left Chelsea on the ground in pain.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
MARSHALL GREENE: And your winner by pinfall…BRUNHILDE LEICHENBERG!!!!!!
Another cut away…another empty ring.
MARSHALL GREENE: Next up…we have The Cooler TJ THompson. She has challenged JAKEEM KOBRA.
THE COOLER TJ THOMPSON (2-1-0) vs JAKEEM KOBRA (1-2-0)
DING! DING! DING!
Jakeem was slippery as usual, but TJ has been on fire lately. Barely avoiding some nasty moves by Jakeem and a ‘Lockjaw’ attempt, Cooler TJ used some of that Earth 2 genius and dropped himself on Jakeem with a ‘Hip With The Drip’ coffin drop.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
MARSHALL GREENE: And your winner by pinfall…THE COOLER TJ THOMPSON!!!!!!
Once again, we fade away to an empty ring.
MARSHALL GREENE: Next up…we have Jobber Joe who has placed his challenge against…Hudson…
JOBBER JOE (0-2-0) vs HUDSON (0-3-0)
DING! DING! DING!
The smarts that led Jobber Joe to earn this match choice…obviously did not carry over as he picked one of the BIGGER men of Pursuit Of The Ring. And Hudson made simple work of Joe, burying the small man into the mat with ‘Proper Etiquette’ that nearly broke the man in half.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
MARSHALL GREENE: And your winner by pinfall…HUDSON!!!!!!
Final cut away..final empty ring.
MARSHALL GREENE: Our final match of the night is a battle royal between the individuals who did NOT win a challenge earlier and have NOT been challenged to a match.
TIBBAGU (1-1-0) vs JASIAH ANDREW SCOTT (1-2-0) vs HATED R (1-1-0) vs LENA SOULAS (1-1-0) vs OMAR KING (0-1-0) vs HAILEY STORM (0-0-0)
DING! DING! DING!
Again, a six person Battle Royal graced our screens. Omar and Hated R quickly worked together, tossing out Jasiah Andrew Scott…but with Hated R gloating over the elimination, Omar flipped him over the ropes. Turnabout is fair play, because Omar turned around to catch a surprise strike by the love-sick Hailey Storm…who, with a running start, clotheslined Omar King out of the ring and followed with him. Both Omar and Hailey fell to the floor on the outside…eliminating both of them. Tibbagu couldn’t help but watch the young Storm on the outside, his eyes lighting up as he watched her outfit hug all her curv- LENA SOULAS JUST DROPKICKED TIBBAGU FROM BEHIND AND HE WENT FLYING OVER THE ROPES!!!
DING! DING! DING!
MARSHALL GREENE: And your winner by elimination…LENA SOULAS!!!
The crowd of stagehands cheered as Lena’s smile lit up the area. Paul clapped along with them, as he stood in the crowd.
PAUL QUINTON: Week number four is complete! We saw Brunhilde show her superior twenty-tens knowledge, Cooler TJ show he can avoid the long arm of the law, and Jobber Joe pulled his best Pete Weber impersonation. We will be taking part in a special battle royal at The Crowning in a hair more than a week…then in two weeks we will get to see how much knowledge everyone has about movies, a Physical Challenge where we see just how hot things can get, and a Specialty Challenge to bring out their inner Bear Grylls.. See you all on February twenty-fifth. GOODNIGHT!!!
The camera pans out as the stagehand continues cheering around Paul, as he gets farther and farther away from the camera. Until it finally just fades out to the Project: Honor logo.
