THE HIGH TABLE
Established: 2023-11-17
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THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
THE RULES ARE NO HOLDS BARRED!
Kavion_Turner: The lights go down across the arena, followed by a boomin lion's roar. Then my music hits, African war drums mixin it up with that trap house beat as I make my way down the ramp, slappin the hands of a few fans as I go. 18, 6'0", and 155 pounds of lean Black Excellence, ready to even the score against an opponent I first faced in PWF. I climb the apron and step between the ropes, hit the nearest turnbuckle so the fans can get a good luck at the Young Lion and my sleek white briefs with the claw marks across the bulge. Then hop down and head to my corner, tryna focus up.
Tommy_The_Terror: The Young Lion. I have faced him or should I say I destroy him the first and only time we have meet in the ring. Wearing my red trunks with TERROR in white letterings in the front and red boots. Some music is playing as I make my way down the ramp. Fans are already booing me as I stand 6' and weighing in at 245pounds. I see you in the ring with your white briefs that has claw marks across the bulge. I smile. I walk around the ring. Taunting the fans as I watch you in the ring. I stand up on the apron. I then step through the ropes and I flip you off as I go to my corner.
Kavion_Turner: I watch you flip me off after tauntin the fans and smirk. But I still remember our last match, I know I can't underestimate you. I bounce a lil on my feet, the head to the center of the ring as the ref steps between us, tellin us this is a No Holds Barred match. I nod quickly, staring right into your eyes. We the same height, but you got a few pounds on me. No matter, I'm faster. I step up until we're nose to nose, waitin on the bell, the fans on their toes, excited as hell for this rematch.
Tommy_The_Terror: We are in the center of the ring as the ref telling us it is a NHB match. You starring in my eyes and you get nose to nose with me. The fans are on their feet. I grab your shoulders and send a HARD knee to those claw marks across your bulge. The fans once again starts to boo me. The ref could not do anything. It is a NHB match. So he signals for the bell.
Kavion_Turner: We standin there dead center of the ring, and I'm just waitin for the bell, for a chance to just wail on you... when you move so fast, so unexpected, and SLAM—your knee comes up between my thighs, catchin both nuts from underneath and crushin them up against me. My whole body jerks with the impact, my eyes goin wide and my knees turnin in as my stomach knots up. My muscles bulgin all over tryna cope with the shock. I double over, fallin into your abs and usin you to hold myself as both my hands drop for my sack. Ref gives the signal to ring the bell as my fans immediately start booin you!
Tommy_The_Terror: Watching your body jerks makes my bulge tent. You double over and falling into my abs. Both of your hands drop to your sack. I place your head under my armpit and I grab a hold of your white brief and pull you up into a stalling suplex. Holding you up there and walking or really parading you around the ring. Giving the fans a great view of The Young Lion. Stop in the middle of the ring and lean backwards to finish the suplex.
Kavion_Turner: Feel your hand on my briefs as you hook your arm around my neck... next thing I know my feet are leavin the canvas as you power me up into a massive suplex. My feet aimed at the ceilin as you prance around the ring, fans booin you loud as shit, before you drop me center ring. My back explodes as it hits the mat, and I arch off it bad, my face twisted up in pain. One hand still tryna hold my nutsac, I roll onto all fours and try to push myself up.
Tommy_The_Terror: I stand to my feet as I watch you roll onto all fours and trying to push yourself up. I walk over to you and grab your hair and pull you to your knees. I force your face on my red trunks where my bulge is tenting. Knowing this is humilating The Young Lion. Rubbing his face around on my red trunks.
Kavion_Turner: You draggin my face across your bulge as the fans are booin you. I look up at you, your musk burnin my nostrils, and growl through the pain as I drive a hard uppercut up between your legs, smashin my fist into your sack as hard as I can. "Fuck off!" I shout.
Tommy_The_Terror: I had a smile on my face as I am dragging your face across my bulge. I heard a growl and then I felt pain! You drove a uppercut between my legs and nailing my sack as hard as you could. That smile on my face was gone. I heard you say Fuck off as I release your hair and stumble backwards and doubling over. Falling to my knees as I am holding my sack in pain. The fans are cheering you on.
Kavion_Turner: My fans explode at the reversal as I struggle up to stand above you as you go to your knees. "Hurts, doesn't it?" I sneer at you, still fightin off the pain in my own balls. I back up a few steps, wincin through the pain, then rush forward and throw all my weight into a dropkick aimed right at your face! I know you got the pounds on me, so I gotta pull out everything I got to put you away!
Tommy_The_Terror: I shake my head in a yes motion to your question as I seen you taking a few steps back. I am in too much pain to react as you rush forward and dropkick me right in my face. I fall backwards onto my back. Rubbing my face and my balls. I roll towards the ropes to try and make some space between us. Your fans are on their feet.
Kavion_Turner: I see you tryna rolled towards the ropes and I scramble after you, wastin no time as I drop my body across yours just before you can reach the ropes in a desperate surprise pin. Ref slides in and counts, "One!"
Tommy_The_Terror: I feel you drop your body across my body and the ref drops down and start the count. ONE....using my weight I actually threw you off of me to break the pin.
Kavion_Turner: My whole body is lifted up and tossed aside as you break the pin attempt easily. "Fuck!" I roar and pound the mat as I get to my feet. I stalk over to you and finish draggin you up by your hair, shovin you back against the ropes as I grab your wrist and attempt an Irish whip to send you across the ring.
Tommy_The_Terror: I feel you grabbing my hair and shoving me back against the ropes. Your grab my wrist and go to irish whip me but I reverse it and Irish whip you across the ring.
Kavion_Turner: Your heavier weight wins out as you reverse my Irish whip with ease and send me across the ring to the opposite ropes. I jump up on them, catchin the top rope with my hands, leap up onto the middle rope with my feet, and use it to springboard myself up... backwards... and into a HUGE MANE EVENT! Holy shit! Fans are on their feet and screamin as I go for my surprise moonsault finisher off the ropes!!!!
Tommy_The_Terror: Watching you jump up on the ropes and leaping up onto the middle rope with your feet and you springboard backwards towards me. The fans are yelling Holy Shit! I was able to catch you as you reach me. I reposition you by placing your head between my thighs.
Tommy_The_Terror: Announcer: The Young Lion going for his Huge Mane Event and The Terror must have seen this move before and just catching the Young Lion. OH Shit! It looks like The Terror is setting up for a piledriver.
Tommy_The_Terror: I have you upside down. Your feet is up in the air and the blood flowing down to your head. I drop immediately down to the canvas and drive your head into the canvas. I stand up and place my boot on your chest and did a double bicep pose as the ref drops down for the count. 1.....
Tommy_The_Terror: Announcer: Usually The Terror holds his opponent for a bit. This time he is trying to finish off the Young Lion quickly.
Kavion_Turner: I go flyin through the air... only to feel your hands snatch me clean in mid-fall, pullin me close to your body. My legs start kickin wild, my hands clawin at your thighs as you reverse my Mane Event into the set up for... fuck... "NO!" I yell, my voice muffled by your bulge. I thrash in your grip, desperate to break the hold, anything... then... you drop. My skull drills into the canvas and my whole body goes limp with the impact, legs joltin straight out as I eat the piledriver. Body drops heavy onto the mat, eyes flutterin as my foot twitches from the shock. I go still as your boot stomps down on my chest. Don't even hear the "ONE!" But slowly, from a distance heat the "TWO!" I know I can't go out like this. Young Lion can't go down like this! Just as the ref's hand starts to fall, I just manage to get my shoulder up, breakin the count. My fans lose their fuckin minds, cheerin as I get one arm up. I push weakly at your boot, chest heavin...
Tommy_The_Terror: Announcer: The Terror doing a cocky pin and the ref is making the count. The fans can tell that this match is over with . Ref is at 2 and his hand is going down for the.....WAIT! Oh My GOD! The Young Lion able to his shoulder up. How in the hell could he do that! Listen to the fans! They have lost their minds.
Tommy_The_Terror: I was all ready for the ref to raise my hands when I seen him stop at about 2.5. The fans are going wild! I look down and I seen you was able to lift your shoulder up and you are trying to push my boot off your chest. I could not believe it. I yell at the ref. "You stupid idiot...you counted to slow" I took my boot off your chest. I then begin stomping a mudhole in your chest.
Tommy_The_Terror: Announcer: The Terror is just as surprise as everyone here. The only difference is The Terrro is not happy. He is stomping a mudhole in The Young Lion chest.
Kavion_Turner: I'm barely with it after the kickout, vision hazy as I look up at you shoutin at the ref then BOOM! Your big boot stomps down on my sternum. My body flinches hard with the impact as the air goes rushin outta my lungs. BOOM! Another, my body jerkin from the shock of it. BOOM! Another stomp as my fans start booin you again. I feel my strength leavin with every stomp, my head feelin lighter, you're drivin the fight out of the Young Lion with every fall of your foot.
Tommy_The_Terror: Announcer: Does the Young Lion even know where he is at? The Terror just laying the boots to The Young Lion sternum. The Terror could just pin The Young Lion again. Wait.....The Terror has other plans.
Tommy_The_Terror: I stop stomping on your sternum. I lean over and grab your hair and pull you up. "You should have stayed down punk!" Drag you over to the corner. LIft you up and sit you on top of the turnbuckle.
Kavion_Turner: I'm dead weight as I'm dragged up by my hair. Barely even registers you tauntin me as you haul me over to the corner, lift me up and drop my ass onto the top turnbuckle. I'm swayin side to side, mouth slack, eyes hazy as I'm just fightin to keep my senses alive.
Tommy_The_Terror: I slide out of the ring and go over to a Young Lion fans. I shove the kid out of the chair and grab the chair and tossed it into the ring.
Tommy_The_Terror: Announcer: The Young Lion is swaying side to side and we know what is coming when The Terror puts you up on the turnbuckle. Wait! NO WAY! DId you see what he did to that young fan. A fan of The Young Lion and he shoved him off of his chair.
Tommy_The_Terror: I go to the corner where you are sitting on the turnbuckle. I climb the ropes from the outside of the ring. I step over as I go to lift you up off the turnbuckle.
Tommy_The_Terror: Announcer: What is The Terror doing? This is not the set up for a superplex off the top rope.
Tommy_The_Terror: I stand up and I have you position with your face down between my legs. Your back is towards the canvas. Your legs are up in the air. My face is basically in your ass. Your fans are not saying anything
Tommy_The_Terror: Announcer: This is not looking good for The Young Lion. This must be a new move for the Terror and if he connects......Defineitly be a TERROR of a move. That chair is position in the ring. I wonder.....
Tommy_The_Terror: I leap off the top rope and drive your head right onto that chair.
Tommy_The_Terror: Announcer: We just witnessed the Terror doing a Tombstone piledriver off the top rope and onto a chair here on HOTSHOTS!
Kavion_Turner: I work on steadyin myself as you bail out of the ring. I'm only vaguely aware of a chair bein tossed in, landin just in front of the turnbuckle. I only just start to get feelin back into my fingers when I feel your hands on me again. Fuck... fuck! You're relentless. You pretty much bench press me up as you climb, hoistin me over your shoulder, droppin me down... until I'm held with my face buried into your bulge, my legs pointed straight up. They kick slightly as I fuckin fight with all the strength I have left, chest heavin, blood rushin to my already throbbin head... then...
Kavion_Turner: It's like the whole world drops away, we're in the air for what feels like forever... then... CRACK! The impact of my skull on the chair sounds like a cannon went off in the arena—my whole body goes rigid with the shock of the impact, my toes pointin out straight as fuck as my muscles seize up, my body and brain tryna process what the fuck just happened... my 6'0", 155 lean frame drops hard, sprawled out, my eyes open, starin up at the lights but seein nothin, nothin but darkness...
Tommy_The_Terror: You are sprawled out and your eyes are open. I look around and there is shock on everyones faces. That sound when your skull impact on the chair was like music to my ears. This time I lay my chest on your chest. The ref was in shock. I yelled at him "Come on and do your damn job!" He slowly slides down in place and begins to make the count. 1....2...
Tommy_The_Terror: Announcer: What can I say? That was just...well just sick. Even the ref was shocked.
Kavion_Turner: Not even aware of the count as you drop your body weight across me, sprawled out beneath you, completely motionless. Fans and Shotties both in shocked silence as the ref raises his hand to finish the count...
Tommy_The_Terror: The refs hand hits the canvas for the 3..... You are completely motionless. I stand up as the ref raises my hands in victory. The fans are still shock and silent. I look down at you as the ref motions for medical to come in and check on you.
Tommy_The_Terror: Announcer: That had to be one of the TERROR'S fighten move. I seen him doing Superplex off the top rope...but what he did to The Young Lion....that goes beyond. That Tombstone piledriver off the top rope and onto a chair....wow! Your winner Tommy The Terror
Published: 2026-07-07, viewed 76 times.
Freaker
17 days agoTommy The Terror and Kavion Turner deliver a hard-hitting rematch . Kavion's speed and determination make him a believable challenger, while Tommy's power and ruthless attitude create a constant sense of danger. The shocking top-rope Tombstone Piledriver onto a steel chair provides a dramatic ending that perfectly suits the brutal No Holds Barred stipulation. Thank you both for sharing another outstanding fight with THE HIGH TABLE
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Kad Royce
18 days agoThis game... that’s the definition of a controlled massacre. Kavion, you have a heart, you have fire, you even have some genius flashes—your dropkick, your moonsault, your kick-out after the piledriver, that’s real courage in the ring. But Tommy... Tommy fought like a war machine. Power, timing, total lack of mercy. The tombstone from the third string on a chair? It’s a career-changing move. It’s brutal, it’s dangerous, it’s wrestling that doesn’t lie. You fought a fight where each impact sounded true. Respect to both: one for having survived longer than expected, the other for imposing a domination that silences an entire room.