Post by Chris Page on Dec 4, 2023 18:37:17 GMT -5
No. 99 by Joey Bada$$ hits the PA and the American Airlines Center goes ballistic as Spencer Adams marches through the curtain, a bitter smirk plastered across his face as he lets a mic dangle from his right hand.
CENTURION: We heard we were getting Spencer Adams at the top of the program and the man is here and in the flesh.
DERRICK DIAMOND: You know there’s a lot on his mind tonight, Cent.
Badmon dips through under the ropes and into the ring, not taking to the pageantry as he normally would and instead, looking a bit more miffed than usual as he stands center of the canvas.
Spencer Adams: Dallas, Texas..
Crowd: Baaaadmon! Baaaaadmon! Baaaaadmon!
Spencer Adams: Can I talk my shit?
The crowd pops hard as we cut through various sections.
Spencer Adams: Last week-
Money by Pink Floyd hits and cheers one-eighty to jeers. Triple M comes to the stage flanked by Denir Acar.
Centurion: Should’ve known.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Spencer’s new crew is here in the building, folks.
CENTURION: I don’t know that Spencer would agree with that sentiment.
Mr. Mark Morgan: Speeeencer Adams! My man! Boy, does it feel good to see your face! Now, I know you’re a little bit upset about how things went down a couple weeks back, but it’s all gravy, baby! Ya didn’t beat Denir, no, but you still came away a winner, cause Mr. Mark is here to get you to where you got to be! We’re goin’ all the way to championship gold!
Spencer rhetorically mouths “we” back in response as Mark comes face to face with The Badmon. He seems to ponder the thought for a minute before turning back and decking Mark with the box corner on the microphone.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Goddamn!
Mark drops and rolls out of the ring, gripping at his forehead as Denir charges ahead but is stopped by a shout from Mark prompting him to stand down. As Denir rolls out of the ring to help his boss the rest of the way to his feet, No. 99 hits once more with Triple M and Denir backing up the ramp once more.
CENTURION: Well, I think we were gonna hear from Spencer Adams.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Mark promised a championship in the future, but I don’t think Spencer sees his new corner crew as part of that equation!
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As the bell sounds, Stitches comes forward, offering a handshake to Slater. He refuses, possibly suspecting a joy buzzer of some kind, and instead bats Stitches’ hand away. Annoyed, Stitches tries again, saying to take his hand, but Slater just lashes out with a right hand, catching Stitches in the side of the head! Stitches staggers away, even as an upset Pogo jumps up on the apron. He runs back and forth, complaining about Slater’s actions, as the referee orders him back down. But Slater ignores him completely, going back after Stitches with a few more shots, driving him backwards towards the corner.
CENTURION: It doesn’t look like Slater has any interest in Pogo’s antics. That could be a smart idea, or it could backfire later in the match.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Leave the little one on the outside. He’s safer out there anyway… unless he gets too close to the fans. They’re unpredictable.
After landing a few slicing knife edge chops to Stitches’ chest, Slater brings him back out of the corner, lifting him up in his arms. But Stitches fights free of Slater’s grasp, landing behind him and wrapping up Slater. He manages to lift Slater up, delivering a belly-to-back suplex! The crowd pops at this display of strength, even as Stitches pops back up to his feet. Pogo can be seen still moving along the apron, extremely happy with what Stitches pulled off. As Slater works back to his feet, Stitches charges at him, hitting a clothesline to take Slater back down. A second clothesline lands seconds later, with Slater slower to get up after the impact. This allows Stitches to move in, locking up Slater and taking him over with a Russian leg sweep! With that, Stitches makes the cover, his ever-lasting smile pasted on his face as he hangs on…
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And Slater is able to kick himself out of it long before the third hand begins on its way down. Stitches takes a moment to talk to the referee, seemingly signaling that he should be smiling, before turning back to the recovering Slater and locking onto him. He goes to whip Slater towards the ropes, but Slater reverses, with Stitches being the one taking the ride. He rebounds, coming back possibly for another lariat, but Slater catches his arm on the way in and flips him, delivering a Japanese armdrag! Stitches sits up, holding his back in pain, as Slater quickly pushes himself back to his feet. He grabs hold of Stitches’ head, hauling him up, before landing a reverse DDT to plant Stitches hard into the mat! He goes for the pin, as Pogo anxiously watches from outside…
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TH- and Stitches gets free in time!
CENTURION: An impressive back-and-forth display there by both wrestlers.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I’ll be honest, I was expecting more balloons and whoopie cushions, but so far, this one’s been pretty… normal.
CENTURION: Let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth.
As Stitches tries to pull himself together, Slater is back on his feet, clearly wanting to end this one and move forward towards the Intercontinental Title. He grabs hold of Stitches’ leg, applying a single-leg Boston crab submission! Stitches fights against the pain, trying to pull himself towards the ropes, as Slater cranks back on the hold. He yells back towards Stitches, asking if he’s laughing now. Stitches struggles forward, getting closer to the ropes, but they’re still out of reach. Pogo, though, has come over, looking scared over what’s happening to Stitches. He reaches out, grabbing onto Stitches’ arm, as if to pull him towards the ropes. Instead, Slater pulls them back, dragging Pogo more into the ring!
The referee, startled, comes over, ordering Pogo to get out. Pogo, for his part, seems unsure of how he even got in there, saying he was just trying to help out Stitches. As the referee explains this isn’t allowed, Slater releases the submission, throwing Stitches’ leg down. He turns and stalks over, glaring at Pogo, who looks at him nervously. Pogo then darts behind the referee, using him as a shield! Slater steps around, as if trying to get to the smaller clown, but Pogo is careful to keep the referee between them at all times, with the ref himself looking utterly bewildered by what’s going on. Slater tells him to get out of the way, wanting to take care of business, but he’s unaware of Stitches suddenly pushing up behind him, grabbing hold of a startled Slater from behind and rolling him up! The ref stops shielding Pogo and drops down…
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2!!
THR-And Slater is able to kick out before it’s too late!
CENTURION: They almost put one over on the veteran!
DERRICK DIAMOND: You think that was all planned?
CENTURION: I don’t know. I mean, we’ve seen that Pogo takes baths in the kitchen sink because the bathtub is filled with chocolate. I’m not sure he thinks that far ahead. Then again, maybe it’s all a smokescreen.
DERRICK DIAMOND: A… clownscreen?
CENTURION: No. That’s stupid. A smokescreen is perfectly fine.
Both wrestlers are back on their feet now, with Slater swinging wildly at Stitches, only to miss and stumble past him. Stitches uses his momentum from the dodge, coming back at Slater with a discus punch that puts the veteran on the mat! Stitches watches as Slater struggles to get back up, pointing down at him and sharing a brief laugh with the referee… at least, he tries, as the ref isn’t getting involved. Stitches then steps in, locking up Slater and preparing to set him into place for a crucifix powerbomb! But Slater is able to block it, using his size advantage. He instead lifts a surprised Stitches up, backdropping him to the mat! As Stitches pulls himself back up, Slater’s right there, giving him a boot, followed by landing a cradle piledriver!! He says it’s over, covering the painted-faced clown, as the fans look on…
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THR-No! Stitches is able to get his shoulder off the mat in time!
Seemingly surprised, Slater pulls himself up, staring down at the clown he sees beneath him. Slater shakes his head, wondering what’s happened to his WGWF, before grabbing Stitches by his green hair and yanking him up. He grabs hold of Stitches’ arm, trying to twist him around so that he can drop down with the Canadian Crossface submission!! But as they spin around in a circle, Stitches is able to blindly reach out and grab the ropes before falling, hanging on as Slater tries to lock in the hold. The referee correctly orders the break, with Slater looking a little frustrated at not putting the man away. In the meantime, Pogo has come over next to Stitches, checking on him from the apron.
DERRICK DIAMOND: We really need the ref to do his job and keep Pogo back.
CENTURION: For his own protection?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Or Slater’s safety. Something tells me there’s a lot more to this Pogo “The Happy Clown”.
Slater, seeing Pogo again close to the action, moves over there, as if to kick him off the apron. Seeing Slater coming, though, Pogo quickly hops off, landing on the outside as he hops back and forth, as if daring Slater to come and chase him, like a game of tag. Slater rubs his head as if feeling a headache coming on, before reaching down and grabbing Stitches off the canvas. But Stitches has recovered enough to get a throat punch in, staggering Slater against the ropes. Stitches then catches him on the rebound, managing to lift Slater up and back down hard with a brainbuster!! It’s a heavy impact, with Stitches managing to get himself on top to hang on for the pin, grasping at Slater’s leg to bring it closer.
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THR-No! Slater kicks out!
Sitting up, Stitches shakes his head, and then looks out at Pogo, who seems to be signaling something to do with a frog, judging by his gestures. Stitches nods, agreeing with his partner, as he heads towards the turnbuckle. He climbs up top, getting into position as he turns to look over at the still-downed Slater. He raises his arms, ready for the Big Top Drop!! The fans are on their feet, wanting to see this move take flight, and Stitches obliges, leaping off with the splash… and he hits nothing but canvas, as Slater is able to roll out of the way in time!! Stitches rolls in agony, feeling the pain from his midsection due to the miss, as Pogo looks on from outside, looking horrified and pointing at Slater, as if saying that he wasn’t supposed to move!
CENTURION: I guess Pogo thinks it’s illegal to avoid a finishing maneuver like that.
DERRICK DIAMOND: He’s got a lot to learn about the WGWF, as almost no one will just sit there and take the abuse!
CENTURION: Almost no one?
DERRICK DIAMOND: I mean, I’m still here, aren’t I?
With Stitches still struggling to recover, Slater pulls himself to his feet. He staggers over to the clown, pulling him up and throwing him into the turnbuckle nearby. He then delivers a running knee to the face, followed by a headlock and a bulldog, planting Stitches on the canvas! Stitches is stunned, laying there, as Slater signals it’s time to end this charade. He leans over Stitches… and the green-haired wrestler pulls him down into a cover, clutching at his head to keep him down!!
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And Slater shoves himself free! He gets up, furious, as Stitches struggles to rise as well, using the nearby ropes for support. He turns towards Slater, but Slater is ready, botting Stitches in the gut and turning him into the proper position. Slater then leaps over him, delivering the Flip Piledriver!!! The crowd cheers for the popular move, as Stitches hits hard. Slater, after taking a deep breath, turns and makes the cover on the stunned clown, grabbing both legs for good measure.
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THREE!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: TRISTAN SLATER
Match Time: 10:48
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Slater gets up, taking a moment to rest on his knees before rising to his feet. He steps away from Stitches, even as Pogo slides in to check on him, concerned.
CENTURION: A big victory for Tristan Slater, as he moves one step closer to his goal: the Intercontinental Championship!
DERRICK DIAMOND: A strong fight from Stitches tonight, but the veteran managed to avoid the Big Top Drop, and it was all downhill after that.
Slater glances over at Pogo, as if considering a running boot that would make Charlie Brown jealous. But instead, he turns and leaves the ring, his work concluded, leaving Pogo to continue to try and help Stitches pull himself together.
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The cameras and Titantron have shifted to the back of the arena which could only mean two things. Either there is a big brawl happening or an arrival of some sort.
CENTURION: I swear to god. If i think it is who i think it is, i am going to lose my shit!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: I hope it’s them so you can lose your shit. You're a hater Cent!
With all the attention on the back of the arena, you can hear the sound of multiple performance engines. And when the cameras pick up the arrival, it looks like it could be a commercial for skittles. You have an assortment of different color Ferraris and Lamborghinis pulling up. Either Monday Night Brawl is being greeted personally by Dak Prescott, Tony Pollard, Cee Dee Lamb and Micah Parsons, or we have another unwanted arrival.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Fuck the Cowboys, this has to be J Mont and The Forunate Ones!
CENTURION: I'm not a Cowboys fan, but I would do anything for it to be one of them or even Vanilla Ice who is from Dallas.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Ice Ice Baby!
CENTURION: For once, i will say this. Stick to Broadcasting because your singing sucks.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I'm not that bad Cent!
CENTURION: You're worse than the SHE BANGS guy from American Idol.
While Cent and Derrick argue who can deep throat better with their voices, the luxury performance vehicles all park on a slant side by side. There are 4 of them which means at least 4 people have arrived in style tonight. As the first door opens up, you can see the man that made one of the biggest power moves last week and joined up with The Fortunate Ones in Clyde Newton. The second car door opens up and out walks, dressed like a model of course, Amber Mansley. As the third door opens, you can see a monster of a man struggling to get out and when he finally does, it's Enigma who has to reach in to grab his Smash World Title. And finally, the last door opens and out walks the father of the year who looks like he is having a relaxed night tonight. Dressed in all black for comfort from the sweat pants to the tee shirt. The Fortunate Ones have arrived in style on a show they don't even work for.
DERRICK DIAMOND: All right, stop, collaborate and listen, The Fortunate Ones are back with a brand new mission.
CENTURION: You are not Vanilla Diamond. Please shut it and please someone shut these guys up too.
Before The Fortunate Ones enter the arena, you can see Clyde Newton go to the passenger side of his Ferrari and grab a small box. J Mont is laughing as is Amber. Big E is holding in the laughter, but we all know he wants to bust out laughing. Clyde holds up one of the papers from the box and it's a missing person picture.
WHERE IS FRED?
While Enigma and Amber are on the lookout and talking, J Mont walks over to meet Clyde. They both grab half the box each of the missing Fred pictures.
J MONT: We are gonna find Fred. And I hope the people in Dallas aren't as dumb as Mac Bane and help us find Fred.
CLYDE NEWTON: I miss Fred. Hope we can find him!
J Mont and Clyde start to walk around the back of the arena. Hanging up the missing Fred posters on walls, doors, and windows. They are even now walking towards the designated parking area for employees and personnel. Car by Car, Mont and Newton are placing these missing Fred posters on the windshields of the cars. Placing them under the wiper blades, you can see every car having these plastered on them as well as the walls and windows. You cannot miss these signs of Where is Fred? Mont and Newton are laughing. Amber and Enigma walk over and now The Fortunate Ones are in a group huddle. 4th down and 1, at the goaline.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I wonder if they wasted their time putting one on your windshield. I can see J Mont laughing at your 2001 Hyundai Elantra, manual transmission with no AC.
CENTURION: You wish you were on my level.
As the group breaks the huddle, you can see Mont has a towel in his hand now. No idea where it came from, but Newton, Amber and Enigma are looking around to make sure the coast is clear. And then all of a sudden, all you hear is windows shattering left and right. Glass flying everywhere.
John Kreese has nothing on J Mont. The difference here is that J Mont had a towel on his hand to protect from busting it open and damaging his knuckles and nerves. As J Mont walks away from the crime scene, you can see Clyde walk to the area and drop a JOHN CABLE MASK ON THE GROUND!
The Fortunate Ones are laughing as they haven't even entered the arena yet, but already causing issues and drama in the back. First with all the Where is Fred posters all over the place. Then the broken windows on cars where a John Cable mask was left at the crime scene.
J MONT: We have arrived as a family.
CLYDE NEWTON: I hope someone finds Fred.
AMBER MANSLEY: I hate Dallas. Hope we get out of here. Stupid ass Flat Landscape and the urban sprawl. Not to mention COCKROACHES are a part of the daily life here. Now I see why Mac Bane lives in Texas.
ENIGMA: I'm ready to enter the arena and handle business and get out of here like Amber.
As The Fortunate Ones are heading towards the backdoor to enter the arena, you can see a mob of officers heading their way. J Mont looks over to Clyde, who looks at Amber who looks at Enigman.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Thank god J Mont has the best lawyers money can buy.
CENTURION: Finally, that asshole is getting what he deserves and is taking down his friends in the process as well.
The cops are getting closer and J Mont has a look on his face like this night just got bad.
J MONT: Clyde, did you pay your child support?
CLYDE NEWTON: I don't have any that I am aware of.
AMBER MANSLEY: Fuck the POLICE!
Enigma just stands there with the family, adjusting the Smash Championship over his shoulder. J Mont sees the cops are about to be there graciously.
OFFICER PICKLESTEIN: We need a moment with you folks.
OFFICER BONNER: We were called here about some criminal activity of cars being broken into.
OFFICER COBBLEDICK: And we were told there were 4 individuals in the area of where this happened.
OFFICER GROSSWEINER: What do you all have to say about this?
Of course you know what happens next!
Everyone in The Fortunate Ones starts to crack up because, come on now. Those last names will make anyone break out into laughter.
J MONT: Is Cobbledick a side dish for you on Thanksgiving?
CLYDE NEWTON: Bonner and Grossweiner together? That makes no sense to me.
AMBER MANSLEY: Weren’t you in that movie How High Officer Picklestein?
Almost getting Enigma to break into laughter, the big man holds it in, but the cops don't seem too amused by the actions and words of The Fortunate Ones.
OFFICER PICKLESTEIN: How about we just take you down to the precinct and we just figure this all out?
J MONT: And how about I call up Chief Edgardo Garcia and tell him you are harassing us before work.
The officers looked shocked at the name J Mont just throughout there at them. Talk about having your hands and money in everything. Maybe J Mont is the MAN and cannot be stopped.
OFFICER COBBLEDICK: We are just trying to get to the bottom of this incident. That is all. We do not need to bring Mr. Garcia into this.
OFFICER GROSSWEINER: If it wasn't you, did you see anyone who did this?
CLYDE NEWTON: When I was walking by the cars, I saw a mask on the ground. Maybe the criminal dropped his mask when he was running away.
The officers and The Fortunate Ones walk over to where Clyde was talking about. The officer sees the mask, and puts on the glove and picks it up. Looking at the mask wondering what the hell that is.
AMBER MANSLEY: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
OFFICER COBBLEDICK: What is the problem young lady?
AMBER MANSLEY: That is John Cable’s mask. I didn't know he was here tonight. I think he is stalking you Big E.
Enigma shakes his head because John Cable has a death wish if he is stalking Big E. The police start to write this information down.
J MONT: Don’t forget. That is JOHNATHAN CABLE. Also known as THE FAKE BEAST. He lives in Jacksonville Florida now but from Oil City, PA. He is about 6’5 and 255 pounds or so. Maybe a little lighter now that he lost his mask.
AMBER MANSLEY: What an ugly fuck. Even 37 bottles of Jack Daniels, I wouldn't touch his demented ass.
CLYDE NEWTON: We are about to go to work officers, anything else?
The officers let The Fortunate Ones off the hook as they head towards the back door once again. J Mont, walking away, has that sinister smirk on his face. You fuck with Big E, you get served. You fuck with his family, you get served. John Cable is about to get his, courtesy of The Fortunate Ones as he is now under investigation for the broken in cars. J Mont, then looks around and throws away the towel he was using earlier.
J MONT: Always good to have friends in higher places. Time to take out the trash. That includes Flash Rotten, Chris Page and anyone else that gets in our way. Enigma has Cable, so he is no threat.
AMBER MANSLEY: What about Candice Page tonight?
J MONT: I will handle Candice. She will never do anything to hurt Baby G which means she will not do a damn thing to me.
AMBER MANSLEY: You are truly the master of the mind games.
J MONT: You are a quick learner like Clyde. Before you know it, it will be second nature for you.
J Mont puts his arm around Big E to remind him that he is one of his best friends in and out of the business. J Mont waves his arms and The Fortunates Ones have finally made it inside the arena.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Man, things are about to get Wild tonight. Maybe Nick Cannon will show up again and we can have an edition of Wild N Out.
CENTURION: If J Mont has the police on his payroll, what is next?
DERRICK DIAMOND: 51 percent of the network. The Police on his payroll. The best faction in the industry. I'm team Mont all day long.
CENTURION: I hate that guy so much.
Now inside the arena it was time to create some havoc as Clyde Newton quickly went to work. With a large steel chain in his hand he hooked it up to the bottom of a vending machine. With obvious destruction on his mind he tied the chain link tightly and clipped it in place. Turning to J Mont he withered something.
CLYDE NEWTON: Can you hold the door open for me for a second.
Moments later we can hear the roaring sound of an engine idling in the parking lot. With the rotation of the tires being heard outside, the chain begins to get tighter. It wasn't long before the vending machine came crashing quickly through the open doors with glass shattering and candy flying everywhere. The machine managed to avoid J Mont who was smiling as the four of them engaged in some free candy paid and bought for courtesy of the Brawl brand. Reaching down himself Clyde Newton picked up a Mars bar with the black packaging and red writing.
CLYDE NEWTON: I grabbed the nut free chocolate bar because it reminds me of Brawl. Yo Mont, what kind did you want?
He shouted from across the hallway.
J MONT: Give me a Snickers bar because that is the number 1 candy bar in all of America and I only have the best in my life. And if you see any Strawberry Bon Bons, give those to Candice Page since she just wants to sit on her ass all day as General Manager and Let Chris Page run the show into the ground. Peggy Bundy might as well be her new name.
CLYDE NEWTON: Maybe M&M peanut? She is used to carrying all the nuts of Brawl in bite sized pieces.
AMBER MANSLEY: You guys are crazy, but I love it. Is there a Butterfinger laying around?
Enigma, standing there like the monster among men looks on as his Smash World Title sits on his shoulder. You can tell he wants to ask for a piece of chocolate, but he is keeping that to himself right now until J Mont acts like Patrick Mahomes and launches a Kit Kat Bar towards Big E, who catches it with one hand like he is Odell Beckham Jr.
J MONT: Nice catch Big man, now it's time to ONCE AGAIN take over Monday Night Brawl or as everyone knows it. THE B SHOW!!!!
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The bell sounds as the crowd pops for Reed who explodes out of his corner and drives Milk Mason back into his corner and comes right back out with him with a Belly to Belly overhead Release suplex! Mason pops back up to his feet where a running lariat mows him down! Mason gets back to his feet where he walks into an inverted Atomic Drop that’s followed with Mason being sent over the top rope and out to the floor with a second lariat to a roar from the crowd!
CENTURION: Jordan Reed is firing on all cylinders in the opening moments as he sends Mason over the top rope and out to the floor!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Revenge has to be on the mind of Reed following the post-match attack by Mason and Rhodes just two weeks ago!
Reed doesn’t wait for Mason to get back in the ring as he takes to the floor to a louder ovation. Mason gets to one knee before being snatched by the hair where Reed then takes a back waistlock and delivers a German Suplex on the floor! The crowd roars for Reed as he reaches his feet and lets out a primal scream which only riles the crowd more in his favor. Reed picks Mason up and hurls him back into the ring before sliding into the ring after him. Reed gets to his feet where he picks Mason up and delivers a backbreaker! Jordan snatches both legs of Milk Mason and looks out toward to the crowd garnering another ovation before he steps through and turns Mason over executing a Sharpshooter!
CENTURION: Reed has a Sharpshooter locked in!
The referee slides into position asking Mason to give up. Milk refuses as he shakes off the referee when suddenly the crowd erupts with loud boos with a CODING RHODES appearance as Rhodes hits the ring and blasts Reed from behind!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Coding Rhodes from behind blasts Reed!
The crowd boos intently as Rhodes stops away at a downed Reed until he’s joined by Mason and a double team begins with various stomps down on Reed with the referee powerless to do anything about it.
CENTURION: There’s nothing the referee can do because there aren’t any disqualifications!
Mason picks Reed up off the mat where he and Rhodes take him back into the ropes and shoot him across the ring with a double Irish Whip, Reed bounces off the ropes and into a Double Lariat from Mason and Rhodes which sends Reed to the mat. Mason doesn’t waste time in executing the sloppiest Figure Four Leg Lock we’ve ever seen!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Mason has what looks like a Figure Four, but I’m not really sure.
The referee starts asking Reed to surrender as we see Rhodes stomping away at the right knee while Mason cranks on the pressure of the Figure Four!
CENTURION: Rhodes stomps at the knee while Mason, well… tries to be a professional wrestler.
The crowd pops huge as sprinting toward the ring is…
CENTURION: RUBY DARLING!
Darling hits the ring and gets to her feet where Rhodes charges toward her only to be sent over the top rope and out to the floor with a back body drop from Darling! Ruby drops down to the mat and rolls out to the floor giving chase to Rhodes around the ring! Inside the ring, Mason still has a half-assed Figure Four locked in on Reed who begins to roll over and reverses the pressure! The referee starts asking Mason to surrender but Milk releases the hold to save the match. Out on the floor Rhodes and Darling have separated to the corners of the participants. Ruby cheers on Jordan as he and Mason are getting back to their feet.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Huge shoutout to Ruby Darling for evening the odds and not allowing Milk Mason and Coding Rhodes to have their way for Jordan Reed!
Mason swings with a forearm smash, followed by a second and then a third before Mason bounces off the ropes only to be hoisted up in the air and driven into the mat with a vicious Spinbuster Slam! The crowd roars as Reed pops back up to his feet where he rallies the crowd! Reed stalks Milk Mason who begins to push himself up off the mat and back to his feet! Reed comes up from behind and plants Milk Mason with an Olympic Slam!
CENTURION: COUNTRY STRONG by Jordan Reed!
The crowd is on fire for Reed as he pops back up to his feet and calls for the Ankle Lock!
DERRICK DIAMOND: TAP OR SNAP!
Reed like a pitbull latches onto the right ankle of Mason and starts cranking on the Ankle Lock! Coding Rhodes climbs up on the apron distracting the referee as Milk Mason starts tapping out! The boos ring out from all over the building!
CENTURION: Come on! This is twice Coding has gotten involved and twice he’s saved Mason who is literally tapping out right now!
Coding starts to enter the ring which brings Ruby Darling sliding into the ring under the bottom rope where she gets to her feet and just as Coding Rhodes looks to break up the submission it’s Ruby Darling cutting him off with a Spear! The crowd roars louder and louder as we see Reed drop down to the mat and lock in a knee bar with the ankle lock still locked in!
Mason begins tapping out a second time with the referee in position who calls for the bell!
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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: JORDAN REED
Match Time: 6:34
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Reed releases the hold and gets to his feet where the referee and Ruby Darling raise his arms in victory.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Jordan Reed gets the submission and the victory when the odds are on an even playing field. Ruby Darling showed up right on time to keep Coding Rhodes at bat for Reed to make his statement.
CENTURION: I’m all for some united fronts with The Fortunate Ones running around. This is sure to be the start of an incredible journey for Jordan Reed.
Before Jordan can celebrate his win any further Coding Rhodes slides into the ring with a chair in hand and waffles Reed across the back with a chair shot that sends Reed through the ropes and out to the floor! Darling is spun around and jabbed in the midsection by Rhodes before being waffled across the back!
The referee immediately calls for the bell!
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CENTURION: The referee has called for the bell and this NO Disqualification match is underway!
Coding calls for Mason who is pulling himself up to his feet using the ropes. The boos ring out as Mason limps over and joins Rhodes in putting the boots to Ruby Darling!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Here we go again with these two!
Coding hands the chair to Mason before he picks Ruby up off the mat. Coding holds Ruby by both arms for Milk Mason who bangs the chair against the mat. Mason raises the chair high in the air! Reed slides into the ring and gets to his feet where he yanks the chair from Mason’s hands! Reed tosses the chair and spins Mason around where drives a boot in the midsection before hurling him out to the floor! Ruby breaks free from Rhodes grasp and spins around taking a back waist lock on Coding. Ruby hoists Rhodes into the air and drives him down into the mat where she floats over into a front face lock.
Reed rolls out to the floor and starts hammering away on Mason!
CENTURION: Reed is beating Milk Mason up the ramp! Shoutout to Reed and Darling for having each other’s backs tonight and not letting Milk Mason and Coding Rhodes have their way.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I like Ruby’s chances now that Milk Mason is not a factor.
Ruby releases the front face lock and gets back to her feet. She picks Rhodes up and follows it up with a body slam! Darling drops an elbow across the chest of Rhodes and makes the cover.
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THR…
Coding escapes with a kick out.
CENTURION: Ruby Darling is still learning her way in the wrestling industry. She’s got a huge upside, but you have to wonder if her lack of experience is going to cost her here even with a level playing field.
Ruby gets back to her feet where she picks Coding up off the mat and shoots him into a neutral corner. Ruby charges in after Rhodes and eats a reverse elbow. Darling staggers backward and Rhodes explodes out from the corner with a Spear! Rhodes makes the cover.
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THRE…
Darling kicks out to a pop from the crowd! Rhodes immediately rolls out to the floor taking full advantage of the No DQ Stipulation as he tosses the ring apron back and pulls out a table.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Rhodes is bringing a table into the equation.
Rhodes slides the table into the ring before sliding under the bottom ropes. Rhodes gets to his feet and starts stomping away at Darling several times to give himself time to turn and set up the table in the ring.
CENTURION: If Coding Rhodes puts Ruby Darling through that table he very well could secure his first victory.
Rhodes turns his attention back toward Darling and picks her up off the mat. Rhodes looks to drive Ruby face first off the table! Darling blocks with her hands, drives an elbow into his ribs of Rhodes, and reverses the positioning as she drives Rhodes face-first off the table! Ruby snatches Rhodes by the throat and looks for a Chokeslam! She hoists Rhodes up in the air but he thumbs Ruby in the eye! The crowd boos as Ruby drops Rhodes who lands on his feet and drives a boot into the midsection of Darling! Coding looks to hoist Darling up for a Suplex through the table!
Darling blocks the attempt!
Rhodes looks for a second Suplex attempt and counters with a knee into the midsection breaking Rhodes grasp. Darling snatches Rhodes by the throat and delivers a Chokeslam through the table! The crowd roars as Darling drops down making the cover hooking the inside leg.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: RUBY DARLING
Match Time: 5:45
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The crowd pops huge as Ruby gets her arm raised in victory! Ruby celebrates the victory as the scene fades back to the General Manager’s office to reveal Candice Page watching from a television monitor as we get a pop from the crowd.
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Candice sits behind her desk pivoting her attention toward the camera as she begins to make her address.
CANDICE PAGE: I wish I could sit here and say that I’m not surprised to see The Fortunate Ones; once again on Monday Night Brawl, Number One never acknowledges Number Two which is why I haven’t put a pin in this entire situation; attention whores will always be attention whores.
Candice smirks as she continues.
CANDICE PAGE: I want the Monday Night Brawl roster to know that a plan is in place, and when the time is right the Fortunate Ones will be dealt with accordingly. Now, that’s out of the way let’s shift our focus to where it matters and that’s on OUR product, and the WGWF Intercontinental Championship.
Candice pauses for a moment before she states.
CANDICE PAGE: As we all know we are in the midst of a series of Qualifying Matches for the Intercontinental Championship, in which Artemis and Tristan Slater have earned their spots in that particular match. The question then becomes what kind of match do we have to crown a New Champion in? Now, I’ve been thinking long and hard about what we’re going to do… and then it hit me. We’re going to do something that hasn’t been done in the WGWF in years.
The crowd starts to come alive as Candice continues.
CANDICE PAGE: On January 21st the WGWF Intercontinental Championship will be determined… Inside the ELIMINATION CHAMBER!
The Dallas crowd explodes at the match announcement!
CANDICE PAGE: Six will enter… One will emerge as the new Intercontinental Champion. Best of luck to those involved, and one thing for certain… whoever leaves with the Title is going to have earned it!
The scene fades back to ringside.
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Shaun Hart walks out on stage with a smirk on his face as he wears a tailor-made red blazer suit with some black shades to match. He stands up there soaking in all the attention he generates from the fans before making his way down the ramp and gets the fans more wild up as he puts his hands to his ear and tells them he can't hear them as he laughs in a couple of their faces before walking up the steel steps and stepping into the ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Brawl has just gone Hollywood!
CENTURION: The self-proclaimed greatest Hollywood actor and showman makes his way to a Brawl ring after shocking the World on Smash last week when he showed up out of nowhere to land a hand to his old friend Jmont.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yes he did but he payed for it by taking a shot to the ribs with a barbed wire bat from Devlin Knight.
Shaun gets a microphone from a staff at ringside and twirls it around in his hand as he walks around the ring with a smirk on his face as he looks out to the booing fans in attendance.and then begins to to put a single finger to his mouth to make them shush and then lifts the microphone up to his mouth.
Shaun Hart: THANK YOU FOR SHOWING ME RESPECT!!! Because I do not start talking until I am giving your undivided attention and I suggest you to listen up because I have a lot of important things to say and I will start by saying that the controversy that happened on Smash is exactly why I showed up to help my good friend and the GREATEST WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION that this company has ever seen in JOE MONTOURI!!!!!!
THE FANS GIVE A LOUD CHORUS OF BOOOS!
CENTURION: And deservingly so, the fans disagree with Shaun Hart.
DERRICK DIAMOND: They can disagree but Shaun has a point.
Shaun Hart: Disagree all you want but what I say holds truth and he would be on his way to becoming one of the greatest Tag Champions with The Fortunate Ones if it wasn't for that Son of a BITCH, Flash!!! I knew he was a snake slithering in the grass and that's why I made sure to be there to help Joe out but what I didn't calculate was that a man going through a midlife crisis and yes I'm talking about you Fred…
Shaun pauses and then smirks.
Shaun Hart: My apologies, it's Devlin these days right? Of course, it is because just like your son you are just as off-the-wall crazy as him, so I wasn't surprised to learn you cracked under pressure and wanted to change your identity but of course that didn't change your stupidity, because coming for The Fortunate ones is a big mistake and one you will answer for but you made another mistake that you will answer for right now, So Dev get your ass out here right now!!!!
CENTURION: Shaun has some balls to call out a man who took a barbed wire to him.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Shaun has never been scared of a fight , he just doenst fight fair one could say.
The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Coheed’s “Welcome home” smashes through the speakers and Devlin Knight appears up on the top of the ramp. He's not dressed to wrestle yet as his match comes up in the Main Event, currently he's wearing a pair of black Huarache sneakers, denim jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He takes a breath as the crowd continues to cheer and walks back and forth at the top of the ramp, tapping his temple as he pulls a microphone from his back pocket as the music dies off…
Devlin Knight: So let me get the straight Shaun, because knowing you for some time now I know you're not stupid, so you must be playing wilfully ignorant… First and foremost, let's get to the point of “changing my name” shall we? As I said we've known each other for a number of years now and you know my story, hell all the Wrestling dirt sheets know my story, the fans in the arenas and on social media know my story… I haven't “changed my name” doofus! I've reverted back to my given name at birth.
The crowd go wild and cheer Devlin’s name as he chuckles to himself and shakes his head before bringing the microphone back up.
Devlin Knight: And so, according to you I've made a mistake, coming for The Fortunate Ones? Why would you suggest that, Shaun? Why would you suggest the one man who's already punched J Mont’s clock and who we both know would stand the test of time with both Amber Mansley and Enigma in the ring, is making a mistake? Better yet actually Shaun, you say I've made a mistake I'm gonna answer for right now? Well let's get that off your chest first, shall we?
Shaun acts like he's asleep as he lays against the ropes and then shakes his head with a smirk.
Shaun Hart: I'm sorry you got a little boring there as usual but let's get down to the facts, you don't care about doing what's right. You are doing all this because of jealousy because you had to watch in IIW as Joe made it to the top of the mountain you never could reach and then you had to watch him rise to another mountain you haven't been able to reach, capturing both the IIW and WGWF World Championships while you are just runner up each time. Tell me Devlin how does it feel to be repeatedly second best in each promotion you're in with Joe?
Devlin smirks as he rocks the mic in his hand.
Devlin Knight: Oh Shaun I genuinely thought you were better than that, but you're just like Joseph eh? You have to mask your inadequacies with jokes, humor, mockery… You remember in IIW I never went for the World Title right? I took the UK belt and gave it worth, like I do with every belt I acquire…Did I manage to take the WGWF World Title on my return? No, I didn't, but is J Mont currently the Champ? No, he isn't… And remember something else Shaun, J Mont became the WGWF Title at a time when yours truly wasn't even active! Ask Joseph who's been on top when we've met inside the ring in WGWF too, eh? And maybe pull that tongue back from your Messiah just a bit! But first tell me what else the glorious J Mont can do, Shaun??
Shaun smirks for a moment, knowing he has Devlin exactly where he wants him…
Shaun Hart: I bet Joe could walk into a room with you and nail your lady!
Devlin doesn't say a word in response to that, the crowd go ape shit as he drops the mic and begins to stalk down to the ring, but before he hits the halfway mark, Shaun Hart holds his hand up as if to halt him.
Shaun Hart: You be wise to stop right there before you catch another charge!
Devlin, caught off guard by the comment, comes to a stop and looks at Shaun with a puzzled look.
Devlin Knight: The hell you talking about Shaun?
Shaun smirks and then lets out a laugh.
Shaun Hart: You see last week on Smash you assaulted me with a barbed wire bat and I didnt appreciate that, especially since I wasn't a contracted star with the WGWF yet, so which means you put your hands on an innocent civilian, so I made the right calls and have The Dallas Police Department here to arrest you!!!!
CENTURION: He can't be serious!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Judging by the amount of police coming out I'll say he's serious as a heart attack.
Devlin shouts at Shaun that this is bullshit as the Dallas Police Officer put his hands behind his back and reads him his rights as they put the cuffs on him as Shaun just laughs at the situation.
Shaun Hart: Enjoy your night in lock up Devlin.
Shaun keeps laughing but before the police can take Devlin away, Candice Page comes out on stage with a microphone in her hand.
Candice Page: Shaun what the hell do you think you are doing? Devlin is in an important Main Event match tonight and I call bullshit on these charges!
Shaun rolls his eyes.
Shaun Hart: You can call bull shit all you want but if you try to stop this arrest I’ll sue this company for everythings it's got and if you think I'm bluffing you better call Chris so he can tell you I have enough money to go to war in a courtroom!
Candice looks at Shaun and then at Devlin before walking over to speak to one of the officers for a moment and then turns her attention back to Shaun.
Candice Page: The arrest is legit but after this I want you out of my damn building!
She then looks at Devlin.
Candice Page: I’ll call Chris but in the meantime just sit tight and will find a way to get you bailed out in time for the match.
Devlin nods his head before giving Shaun one more last death stare before being escorted out by the police as Shaun just smiles as the camera cuts to a commercial break.
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Cameras cut to the backstage area where CJ Phoenix is standing with a notepad in hand, eyes focused on the paper as he scribbles between observations on surroundings and those who pass by. The audience can be heard popping in the background for CJ. Their volume picks it up as Spencer Adams steps into frame, grabbing CJ’s attention instantly.
Spencer Adams: My guy.
The two bring it in for an embrace, much to the delight of those in attendance.
CJ Phoenix: Lot to soak in here, man.
Spencer Adams: It’s everyone else that needs to be taking notes on The Luminary.
Mark Morgan: Haha! King Shiiiiiit reunion! I LOVE it!
The pair turn as does the camera with Mark, still favoring his forehead, approaches the two with Denir by his side.
Mark Morgan: Listen, I know I’m only contracted to this guy, but any friend of Spencer’s is a friend of ours. You need somebody to do the dirty work, you let me know and we are at your service.
CJ Phoenix: Thaaaaanks..
Mark nods and walks past the duo, rambling on in Denir’s ear as they fade from the frame. CJ turns back to the pad, tapping the pen against the side in contemplation.
Spencer Adams: Here, I got you.
Spencer takes the pen and pad from CJ and scrawls a quick run of characters across the paper before turning it to the camera.
DICKHEADS
He returns the materials and daps up his long term tag partner leaving CJ to address the camera.
Phoenix: Hello, world. I know you're all wondering what's with this notebook. Am I some kind of health inspector checking for safety violations? Nahhhh. Scouting talent to be a manager? Nope not quite. I've been taking this time to get a better feel for this place. A better understanding of the people on and off the roster. Last Brawl I sat by the commentary booth and got a solid sample of what to expect here. A lot of good talent. A bit of animosity here and there. Some sleazy car salesman trying to snake his way into Spencer's favor, and now he's seeking favor with me as well. Needless to say I've learned a lot already. However, there is one thing that caught my attention about the previous show that I'm here to address tonight.......
The Luminary of Despair slowly raises his head until his eyes line up with the camera lens.
Phoenix: Peter Vaughn.
The crowd boos at the sound of his name.
Phoenix: Of all the people that came out to the ring for one reason or another a couple of weeks ago, you went out of your way to stare me down after your match. Something that no one else did. You looked at me as if my mere presence bothered you. Have you taken issue with me, Vaughn? Because I'll upgrade that issue to a whole damn manga if you wanna throw down.
CJ closes his notebook. He pushes himself off the wall and steps closer to the camera.
Phoenix: I know the people have been anxious to see me in a WGWF ring again ever since Summer Madness. And since you seem to want to fight me so badly, how about we give everyone what they want. January. First Dance. CJ Phoenix vs Peter Vaughn.
The cheers from the audience return.
Phoenix: Consider this both a challenge and a chance for you to turn back, because if you go through with this, I won't be held liable for the damage I inflict on you or the despair that I leave you in.
He opens up his notebook once more and walks off as the camera fades.
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Jenny Myst preps her dynamic costume look for her typical half rave/half crazy motif. Surrounded by candles for prematch ambiance and mood setting. She glimpses at herself in the dressing room mirror. Wondering internally about Peter's match loyally for her huge tag bout just moments away, but shrugs off the concerns as a flashback hits. Remembering being covered in blood last Brawl. Her eyes boil. After her very privacy was violated by some Iconic asshole trying to make a statement. Myst punches the mirror. It breaks in a segmented web. The Television Champion sighs deeply.
She looks up to get a grip on the situation. The mirror is whole again. Unbroken. She gasps. In the reflection... she sees a bloody version of herself.
SHE SCREAMS!!!
Covering her eyes at first, then peaking through fingers subtly to reveal the seemless following of bloody Jenny has just as a regular reflected doppelganger. They peer through fingers at one another. Jenny moves her arms. Eventually building the courage to get nose to nose from the established comfort of controlled security. Unafraid of another Iconic ploy.
But it's false security.
Bloody Jenny grabs her head through the mirror!!! She struggles to wiggle free! Bloody Jenny releases a red mist. Myst jerks her head away but inhales some of it. Coughing to exhale the bloody intrusion, swinging at the mirror wildly. She closes her eyes. Clinching hard, knowing it can't be real. Through her same fingers she peaks out again. Her dressing room is back to normal. The mirror is back to the segmented pieces she broke in reality moments before. She touches her neck in relief. Still feeling weird like she exhales something. Jenny chalks it up to a vivid flashback and daydream. She gathers herself, putting her Championship around her perfect waist. Heading to guerilla for the tag match entrances.
The camera follows her out, then spins around... slowly approaching the dressing room door. It steady cams into the bathroom, where the segmented broken mirror pieces seem to spell...
"I NF EC T ED"
A suffocating fleeting tone takes over. In the corner of the room is a coiled Snake. The same one that ruined the Dubois family in the shadow of the crescent moon. Its tail rattles in striking posture.
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As the bell sounds, Bobby Ray Willis steps forward… and is immediately pushed back by Goth’s hand, as he shakes his head. Willis argues, wanting to start things, but Goth is adamant that he’s beginning. Meanwhile, Vaughn turns to Myst, with Myst claiming to have won the right to choose backstage. Vaughn just shrugs and goes to the apron, with Myst turning back to Goth with a sly grin on her face. She walks right up to Goth, raising her arms, feeling extremely confident. She trash talks him, reminding him that he’s never been able to beat her. She then slashes out a chop, slicing it across Goth’s chest, before laughing. Goth, though, barely flinches from it. He just stares at Myst, waiting for her to try again. She does so, swinging, and Goth catches her arm, quickly bringing her in with a short-arm clothesline!
Myst pops back up, looking stunned, but Goth doesn’t back down at all, knowing how dangerous Myst can be. He quickly delivers a snap suplex, driving Myst down, then does it again, and then a third time, throwing Myst around to take the early advantage. He then pulls Myst back up, this time locking her in an abdominal stretch. Behind him, Willis is stomping with happiness, as he seems to want to get tagged in. But Goth is more intent on inflicting damage early, as he works over Myst in the submission. Vaughn, watching from the ropes, seems to consider things, before stepping through into the ring. Goth immediately drops the hold, turning towards Vaughn, ready to go, as the ref quickly gets between them. The two men just do a staredown, though, before Vaughn steps back to the ropes.
CENTURION: There’s a lot of history between many of these competitors. Goth and Myst have battled many times, while Goth and Vaughn have been stablemates.
DERRICK DIAMOND: That makes Bobby Ray Willis the dark horse, as none of these wrestlers have worked much with him.
CENTURION: Well, right now, Goth seems more confident in himself than his partner, as he’s got no interest in tagging in Willis yet.
As Goth goes back to Myst, pulling her up, he doesn’t take his eyes off Vaughn, who is standing on the apron, listening to the referee’s warning. Unfortunately for Goth, Myst is ready, as she lashes out with a thumb to the eye, blinding the Messiah of Pain! Goth stumbles back, trying to clear his vision, even as Myst sets herself, still with a dark smile on her face. She runs forward, leaping onto Goth and spinning around him, getting a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown on the big man. With Goth down in front of her, Myst grabs at the leg, cradling him back to make the pin attempt…
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And Goth immediately kicks out, having plenty left in the tank. This doesn’t seem to both Myst, as she hops right up and stomps away on Goth’s head, taking glee at keeping the larger man down. As Goth struggles to get up, rising up on his hands and knees, Myst drops both knees into his back, knocking him back down. Myst then turns and looks over at Willis, who appears ready to shed all his clothes and get in there. Myst raises an eyebrow, not impressed, before grabbing hold of Goth in a reverse chin lock. She works to hold him there, making him face his partner, as she strains backwards in the submission hold, trying to keep Goth in position while wearing him down.
CENTURION: I’ve known Jenny Myst for a long time. She is one of the most unpredictable wrestlers in the game.
DERRICK DIAMOND: She definitely enjoys every bit of pain she can inflict in there, making her extremely dangerous. Is it weird that Vaughn might actually be the less lethal of the two?
CENTURION: These days, I’d rather fight Vaughn.
Goth is refusing to stay down to the submission, as he starts fighting his way up to his feet. Myst hangs on for just a few seconds too long, finally releasing it and running to the ropes to charge back at him. But Goth catches her in mid-leap, lifting Myst easily off the canvas and delivering a thunderous spinebuster that shakes the ring!! With Myst down, Goth quickly twists around and makes the cover, ensuring that his eyes can be on Vaughn as he tries for the pin. The ref slides into position next to them, hitting the mat…
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But Myst is able to push her shoulder off the canvas, keeping this one going. Goth, shaking his head, hauls Myst up again, lifting her onto his shoulder as he takes a few steps back, preparing for a big maneuver… and then he feels the slap in his back, as Bobby Ray Willis reaches over and tags himself in! Goth turns, stunned, as Willis steps into the ring, smiling at him. He waves Goth closer, reaching up and grabbing a still-dazed Myst off his shoulder, then slamming her down on the canvas! With Goth having no choice, he heads to the apron, as Willis goes off the ropes and drops an elbow, before making the cover, grabbing for a handful of tights as he does so…
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TH-no, Myst pushes him off, staying in it.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I don’t think Goth appreciated that move from Willis. He wanted to be in control of this contest.
CENTURION: I honestly expected the dysfunction to be more on the side of Myst and Vaughn…
DERRICK DIAMOND: Well, it’s early in the match yet. All of these wrestlers might turn on each other eventually.
Willis has Myst up now, yanking her by the hair as he drags her towards a neutral corner. He bangs Myst’s head into the turnbuckle, seemingly having a great time as he knocks her senseless. As Myst hangs in the corner, Willis backs away, raising his hands up in the air and using them to mock-aim at the Television champion. He then runs forward, leaping up with a racing knee attack… and Myst pulls herself out of the way, with Willis crashing into the turnbuckle instead!! Willis falls backwards, clutching at his leg, as Goth angrily pounds on the top rope, upset. In the meantime, Myst starts rolling to her side, getting closer to her corner. She looks up at Vaughn, who slowly extends a hand towards her. She slaps it, bringing the former two-time World Champion into the contest.
In the corner, Willis gets himself up, limping slightly, but Vaughn is already coming in at full speed, leaping onto Willis and twisting around him for a tilt-a-whirl DDT! He spikes Willis into the mat, then pops up, immediately rushing over to the turnbuckle. As Willis starting to pull himself up again, Vaughn is in mid-flight from the second turnbuckle, scoring a diving double axehandle shot that knocks Willis back to the ground! But Vaughn isn’t done there, as he quickly goes through the ropes to the apron, lining himself up before springboarding himself back into the ring with a corkscrew splash, crashing down onto Willis for the attempted pin! The ref dives into place, as Goth contemplates stepping through the ropes for the save…
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And Willis is able to kick out on his own, pushing Vaughn off of him.
CENTURION: Vaughn does look like he has a new sense of determination lately, after losing the gold for the second time.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yeah, he’s bringing a lot of fire into the contest, although that could be because he wants to finish early and get out of here. You never know with that guy.
Vaughn is on top of Willis now, delivering the Insult To Injury face wipe into the mat. Willis pushes him off, looking upset at anyone trying to mess with his perfect blonde hair. He staggers up, as Vaughn sets himself nearby. He runs in, leaping up onto Willis for a hurricanrana… and then slips right off, being sent hard back to the mat!! Vaughn rolls away, stunned, as Willis looks at him for a moment, then laughs, slapping at his well-oiled chest. He starts bragging about having taken a World Champion down, then notices that Vaughn is already using the ropes to get to his feet. Seeing this, Willis spins and tags in Goth quickly, telling him to take charge and not half-ass it.
After giving Willis an aggrieved look, Goth steps through the ropes and walks over towards Vaughn, who sees him coming. The two men look at each other, acknowledging their history and their competitive natures. They nod to each other… and then start slugging each other, going straight into a wild brawl that brings the fans to their feet! A few seconds into it, Goth gets control, landing several shots in a row, before pushing Vaughn into the corner. He starts landing a few forearm shots, but Vaughn is able to catch him and reverse it, getting Goth in the corner and landing some sizzling chops to the chest. But Goth returns the favor, getting Vaughn in there, and begins blistering Vaughn’s chest with his own chops, as both men are putting everything they’ve got into the shots.
CENTURION: This is what people came to see! Vaughn and Goth going full tilt against each other!
DERRICK DIAMOND: They may be friends, but wrestling comes first, and there’s too much riding on this contest!
The two wrestlers are continuing to go at it, with Vaughn using the turnbuckle to kick Goth away from him. He then goes up to the second ‘buckle again and leaps off, trying for another axehandle, but this time Goth catches him, lifting Vaughn up and delivering a release German suplex that flings Vaughn halfway across the ring! With Vaughn hurting, Myst hops on the ropes, stretching his direction, but he’s too far away, as Goth cuts him off. He picks up Vaughn, setting him up for an atomic drop into the corner, but Vaughn slips off the back, landing behind Goth and quickly grabbing him with both arms and legs over his back, dragging Goth backwards into a crucifix-style pin!
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And Goth is able to kick out, getting his weight free in time. Both wrestlers get up, with Vaughn kicking Goth in the stomach, then grabbing him by the head. He points towards the turnbuckle, wanting a tornado DDT, but as Vaughn pulls them that direction, Goth puts on the brakes, instead throwing Vaughn forward into the turnbuckle! Vaughn, with cat-like reflexes, lands on the ropes instead of hitting. He springs back off, somersaulting around towards his opponent… but Goth catches him in mid-air, twisting him around and delivering the Goth Plex!!! The crowd cheers the massive maneuver, as Goth makes the cover, hanging onto Vaughn’s legs…
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And Jenny Myst is in there, kicking Goth in the head to break up the pin attempt!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That could have been the end of this one, but Myst is watching out for her partner!
CENTURION: Either that, or Myst just was itching to kick Goth in the head again.
DERRICK DIAMOND: That’s also a possibility…
The referee moves to try and get Myst out of there, even as Willis comes quickly into the ring. He grabs hold of Goth, quickly pushing the man towards their corner, and slaps his hands together loudly. As the ref turns back around, Willis drops onto Vaughn, applying a knee directly into his spine, while cranking back on his head. The referee steps forward, questioning Willis being in there, but he shakes his head, saying it was a legal tag. Vaughn, meanwhile, starts to fight against the hold, pulling away at Willis’ fingers, so Willis releases it and gets up, quick to step onto the back of Vaughn’s knee in hopes of doing some more damage to the ligaments there.
Willis then turns to Myst, rubbing a hand across his greased-up body and directing it at her with a flick of his wrist. Myst, for her part, doesn’t even look away, as she looks ready to destroy the man. In the meantime, Willis goes back to Vaughn, hauling him up and getting the smaller wrestler in his arms, before tossing Vaughn with a fallaway slam! Vaughn rolls near the ropes, stunned, as Willis gets to his feet. He looks extremely confident now, pointing over at Goth, who appears to want to be tagged in. But Willis ignores him, going over to Vaughn and calling for Greetings From Texas!! He whips the dazed Vaughn into the ropes, then goes for the lariat… but Vaughn goes under it, rebounding off the ropes behind them. Willis spins, trying again, but Vaughn goes under a second time… then springs to his left, reaching out desperately and slapping Myst’s hand!
CENTURION: Vaughn makes the hot tag to Myst!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Vaughn knew his best chance was to get the fresher wrestler in, and he sacrificed it all in that dive towards her!
Vaughn, having hit the ropes, rolls off the apron to the floor, even as Myst charges inside, intent on making it count. Willis turns, his eyes widening at what just happened. He steps back, as if considering tagging Goth back in, but Myst is already on him, leaping onto him and flipping over, landing the Glitter Blizzard!! The crowd pops at the maneuver, as Myst hangs on, trying to keep Willis down for the count…
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TH-And Willis kicks out!
Both wrestlers pop up, with Myst staying on the offensive with a series of forearm shots, stunning the larger man. She then lands a legsweep, putting Willis onto the mat, before going for the Blissful Curb Stomps! But Willis is able to block it, shoving Myst away before getting to his feet. Myst comes right back at him, but Willis counters with an eye rake, earning a threat from the referee. Willis doesn’t care, though, as he picks Myst up and throws her down with a bodyslam. He points at her, upset at her attacks on him, waiting for her to rise up before he quickly takes her back down again with a roll-up, again clutching at the tights to keep her down…
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THR-and Vaughn is back in, getting the flying stomp to break up the pin!
CENTURION: This one’s been a wild one!
DERRICK DIAMOND: And it’s only getting wilder, as I think the referee is starting to lose control!
The ref is yelling at Vaughn to get out of the ring, but it’s too late, as Goth has already come in, and the two men are again swinging away at each other. They fall back to the side, fighting through the ropes, as the ref gets caught up with them, all three of them falling outside to the floor!! In the ring, Myst is getting up, confused at what’s happening. Behind her, Willis has reached into his trunks, pulling out a set of brass knuckles!! He wraps them around his hand, waiting as Myst readjusts her bra, facing away from him. She turns, as Willis charges in, his hand ready to swing… and Myst blasts him in the face with pepper spray, blinding him!!!
As Willis stumbles back, gasping, his manager, Cooper, jumps up on the apron, only to immediately get sprayed himself!! He falls down, off the apron, as Myst turns back to Willis, who blindly lashes out with the brass knuckles, grazing across the barely-dodging forehead of Myst. She responds, getting behind him and twisting him down into a cover, now clutching at the trunks herself!! At that very moment, the ref comes back into the ring, fed up with Goth and Vaughn, and dives in to do his job, making the count…
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JENNY MYST & PETER VAUGHN
Match Time: 16:04
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Willis kicks out almost at the very same time as the third count, but the referee still signals for the bell, saying this one’s over. He also notices the brass knuckles sitting on the ground, picking them up and wondering where they came from. Willis, meanwhile, is yelling about his eyes, saying that he was cheated, while Myst has already rolled out of the ring. Nearby, Goth and Vaughn have stopped fighting at the bell, turning towards the ring, neither one actually knowing what happened at first until they hear the announcement.
CENTURION: It got dirty there at the end, but for now, Myst gets the upper hand over the #1 contender to her title!
DERRICK DIAMOND: I’d say Myst and Vaughn make a very interesting team. We’ll have to see if they partner up again in the future.
CENTURION: As for Goth and Willis, I don’t think Goth looks very happy with what happened.
Goth is shaking his head, furious at what just transpired. Willis, for his part, has gotten some water from his girlfriend, Doll E, and is cleaning out his vision. Myst is dancing up the aisleway, pleased, with Vaughn rubbing the back of his neck as he follows.
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Before we can get to the next match or the next segment, Artemis’s muse, Donatello, jogs down the aisle to the ring, being engulfed with both jeers and cheers. Mostly jeers. He has an object inside a silk cloth bag and immediately hops into the ring.
Centurion: Oh not this guy. We heard Artemis has a big announcement and I guess it’s time for that.
Derrick Diamond: Have some class. Artemis is one of the few who have stood up to the Fortunate Ones so I have some respect for her even though my boy J Mont is gonna tear her ass up if she keeps clout chasing him.
Centurion: I don’t think the Fortunate Ones care. They have bigger fish to fry anyway. I do respect her for putting on a banger of a match against Toddy last Brawl.
Inside the ring Donatello greets everyone with a smile and bow.
Donatello: Thank you for that warm welcome, Dallas! How bout them Cowboys huh? That Dak Preston sure knows how to slam-dunk those touchdowns. One of the best sports-ball players in the world right now.
The crowd pops loudly for their team and Dak, who is sitting front row looking confused at Donatello. They’re not so much cheering for Donatello.
Donatello: Alright, alight, alright. Let’s get into what you all come out here to see tonight. As spoken of in the news articles online, Artemis does indeed have a special thing prepared that will make you all happy. So let me introduce you to the first person to punch their ticket to First Dance.. Hailing from Paris right here in TEXAS…………your homestate hero……. THE ARTISTE…. ARTEMIS!
“No Easy Way Out” by Robert Tepper plays and the fans inside the American Airlines Arena give a respectable cheering reaction as the Artiste produces herself in artistic fervor and attire.
She trots to the ring with an aura of confidence about her, as anybody would coming off a win against the great Todrick Ramsey. She ascends the steps and is regarded into the ring by parted ropes held by her muse. She immediately takes center stage and extends her arms in basking of the praise she so richly deserves.
CROWD: AR-TE-MIS! AR-TE-MIS! AR-TE-MIS!
She signals and her music stops. She plays to the home-state fans and bows.
Artemis: Thank you for that wonderful home-state welcome. It fills me with warmth and resolve. I can think of no better place to make this much-anticipated announcement that I’ve had brewing for the past week. There’s also no other person than my cherished muse, Donatello, to do the honors. So, shall we?
Donatello joyfully removes the silk cloth from the object previously hidden, and it is revealed to be…….
(Like this but even prettier)
Donatello: Dallas, Texas I introduce to you your NEW interim WGWF Intercontinental Champion…………. Leader of the Renassaince …. ARTEMIIIIIIIIIIIIS!
The arena erupts with cheers as Donatello wraps the belts around Artemis’ waist and snaps it shut. He then does a little happy dance and the two hug.
Centurion: I’m pretty sure this is BS. I expect Candice to have a say-so in this. She might come out and put an end to this right now.
Derrick Diamond: I don’t think so. She doesn’t want that smoke from Artemis. That belt is custom-made too. It looks so good on her. It’s so artsy and glam. I bet it glows in the dark. Shame my homies in the Fortunate Ones are gonna take it from her when they see her.
Artemis: This company needs to have an Intercontinental Champion even if it’s in the interim until First Dance. I refuse to have this prestigious title lie vacant on the side, being depreciated even more than it was during Cholo’s lengthy but uneventful reign. The belt design was garish, to be honest, so I applied my artistic brilliance to it and had it made into something worth the eye to behold. Thank you, thank you.
She blows a kiss to the cheering fans who seem rather pleased with her logic and reasoning.
Artemis: It’s not like Candice was going to do anything with it except keep it on a shelf until First Dance. Especially when I’m involved after all of the mistreatment and abuse of power she has brought against me. Candice can always come down here and try to take it off of me, but I don’t think she will since she’s more comfortable using her stroke of pen power these days. She is old, you know? So many wrinkles she needs to be ironed.
Centurion: She better watch it. Candice always has one good fight left in her and if Artemis isn’t careful she might get spanked for all these conspiracy theories and trash-talking to the Pages.
Derrick Diamond: You gotta admit Artemis has been making some sense with some of her conspiracy stuff. I don’t think it's all true but there are some things she’s said that do have some merit.
The crowd again responds surprisingly well to her comments.
Artemis: It’s called taking the initiative. Something the Afro Two-Shoes doesn’t understand even as a world champion now. While he’s playing neutral to the faction that is vowing to destroy this place, I am hereby making a challenge, once again, to the Fortunate Ones. I know you’re here. Last Brawl I laid down a gauntlet match challenge and it has not been answered. I, as the current interim Intercontinental Champion, am willing to put this title on the line right here right NOW! So, gather the courage and get down here now!
The crowd goes crazy with the challenge and wants it to happen.
Centurion: OK, I have my reservations about her still, but what she is doing is admirable if not stupid. She is biting off more than she can chew barking so loud at the Fortunate Ones.
Derrick Diamond: I can’t wait for my crew to come out here and get busy with it. Come on, J Mont. Get the crew assembled and add another belt to the gang!
30 seconds pass. Nothing.
45 seconds pass. Nothing.
Artemis sits Indian-style in the ring and motions for them to come.
1 minute passes. Nothing.
The crowd jeers.
Another full minute passes. Nothing.
Finally, Artemis gives up.
Artemis: How can a collection of so many talented wrestlers not find a speck of courage between them to take me on? Well, my Texas family, I did what I could. Blame them for being cowards. Blame Candice for abusing her power and not booking me to compete tonight. I made her mad when I beat her henchman Todrick. Speaking of Toody. I need to clear something up. I’ve been ridiculed for needing to “cheat” against her to win despite my no-cheating code of ethics. Yes, unfortunately, my muse did something I don’t normally approve of. I was upset with him for a little bit afterward. Upon rethinking things, I’m not sorry at all, and I commend Donatello for beating Austin to the punch. Yes, Austin and Toddy are members of CCPE, which is known to have seedy people in it and often they are prone to flipping on a dime or doing dastardly things. Donatello didn’t trust Austin to play fair, so he beat him to it.
Centurion: Yeah, right. Bullshit.
Derrick Diamond: She makes sense. Imagine if Donatello wasn’t around to beat Austin to the punch.
Centurion: Just because Artemis has a vagina and a pulse doesn’t mean you take her side on everything and be a simp.
Derrick Diamond: Hey! She has more than a vagina and a pulse. She has breasts and an artistic mind.
Centurion: You need help.
Artemis nods as the fans cheer and give their voiceful opinions about it.
Artemis: Well, sorry for the let-down about competing. Blame Candice. Please also donate to the charity I created. It’s for me. Candice has abused her power so much that she’s withholding portions of my pay, so I’m in dire straights financially right now. We’re sleeping out of fleabag motels and sometimes in our car. Go to my GoFundMe page and donate, please. I plan on using the funds to get on my feet and to also file a lawsuit against the Pages so that all my matches will now be officiated by female referees, since there’s not enough female representation in that sector, and also because the male referees are always checking out my ass during my matches instead of doing their jobs. Thank you for being part of the Renaissance and God bless every single soul out there! MUAH!
She blows a huge kiss to the fans and they catch the kiss and kiss back. Her music plays, she bows, and they exit the ring.
Centurion: What a farce. Artemis has now started ANOTHER conspiracy against the Pages. This time it’s that they intentionally don’t employ female referees. I can’t keep up with the conspiracies she’s drummed up so far. One thing you the fans should know is a fact is that Artemis is NOT the interim IC champion. This isn’t the UFC or boxing. We don’t do placeholder stuff here. Derrick, I’m surprised you haven’t cut me off. I’m ragging on one of your favs right now.
Derrick Diamond: Shhh! I’m trying to donate to Artemis’s GoFundMe. Take us to the next match or something.
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CENTURION: Well ladies and gentlemen we will go ahead and go down to the ring for our next contest live here on Monday Night Brawl!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Ohhhh yeah time for some Latoya Hixx BABEEEEE!!!
CENTURION:You are also aware Uriah Cain is in this match as well right Derrick?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yes, but I mean I don’t really find him nearly as attractive, but I guess it’s cool that you do bud! I’m glad you finally told me, I kinda always figured?
CENTURION: Wait wha?...NO BLOCK HEAD! IN the name of all that is holy what the hell did I do in my past life to make me deserve this? You are incorrigible!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That’s not true Cen I happen to be very brave!
CENTURION: …Mrs. Candice Page this is what you give me to work with!
DERRICK DIAMOND: So whats with all the small talk we gunna get this friggin show on the road or what?
Rise from the ASHES begins to blare over the PA system as the fans all stand in unison ready to welcome on of Brawl’s newest stars…But as the song plays no one emerges from behind the curtain. The fans are all looking around confused as the announcers try to avoid the awkwardness of dead air…
CENTURION: Well I wonder what in the hell this is all about? Sorry folks but presently we aren’t exactly sure of Latoya’s Hixx’s whereabouts…But this is Monday Night Brawl so she could literally be anywhere!
DERRICK DIAMOND: If she went to SMASH I’ll most likely take it personally!
CENTURION: Well here comes her opponent perhaps he may know something…
RX by Saliva blares over the PA system as the crowd still confused about where Latoya Hixx is, the collective attention of everyone in the arena shoots towards the entrance ramp as we see Uriah Cain emerge from behind the curtain with a shit eating grin plastered across his face, as well as what appears to be a broken broomstick in his hand that he immediately discards the moment he stepsout pinto the stage.
The fans give him a mixed reaction as he takes his time making his way to the ring.
CENTURION: Yeah this guy definitely knows something I’d bet all your money on it DERRICK!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: No can do bro, SUBWAY aint free and neither is Taco Bell for that matter! But yeah I’m thinkin this dude is lookin pretty SUS here as well!
CENTURION:I mean you all saw the moment he made his way onto the entrance ramp, he threw something away, looked like some kind of stick…maybe a broken broom handle?
DERRICK DIAMOND: OR like a wicked BOW STAFF?
CENTURION: I highly doubt it was a bow staff!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That’s too bad…be a whole lot cooler if it was!
CENTURION: SO you are saying it would be cool because if Uriah Cain is responsible for Latoya Hixx absence he more than likely used the “wicked bow staff” to take her out?
DERRICK DIAMOND: NO I did not say that!! I would never say that about a respectable, classy, and beautiful person such as Latoya Hixx, and I will not hear another slanderous word!
CENTURION: OK, they were your words but whatever!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Look Cen how about you just shut up and let’s hear what Uriah Cain has to say?
CENTURION: Yes and of course he already has a mic! Look at that shit eating grin plastered across his face. He DID IT…I KNOW HE DID!
The music is cut off as Uriah Cain runs his hand across his throat calling for the music to be cut. The fans let out a loud boo for the delay in action as Uriah Cain holds up his hands mouthing for the fans to TAKE IT EASY, before he places the mic up to his lips and begins to speak.
Uriah Cain: GOOD EVENING WGWF BRAWL FANS, are WE ENJOYING THE SHOW HERE TONIGHT?
…He gets a pop as the audience gives a resounding answer that they are enjoying themselves so far. Uriah Cain holds the mic away from his mouth as he laughs and points to some fans in the crowd causing a ruckus. Uriah Cain then quickly turns his attention to the official standing in the ring. Cain walks over and puts his hand on the ref’s shoulder and begins to speak once again.
Uriah Cain: Sorry Mr. Ref sir I don’t know your name, and I probably won’t remember it if you tell me so let’s not waste any more time than we already have on silly pleasantries, because I come before you this evening bearing some…unfortunate news! I was told by a very close source of mine that Latoya Hixx will not be able to make it to the match here this evening. I heard she wasn’t feeling very well…Something to the effect of having a splitting headache, in and out of consciousness, and maybe even a little diarrhea…But that last one is just hearsay so please don’t quote me on it. Now on behalf of the entire WGWF roster, I would like to humbly apologize for this! But I mean to be fair if you do want to blame someone for not giving you your money worth then feel free to heap it all on Ms. Latoya Hixx, I mean, who knows if she is really even sick right…?
Then almost as if on que the jumbotron above the entrance ramp immediately cuts backstage where we see very frantic medical professionals doing everything they can to check on Latoya Hixx who had indeed been attacked backstage. We see the sweep part of a broken broom not far from where Latoya was laid out just a few moments ago.But as we can all clearly see for ourselves she has completely regained consciousness, and is doing everything she can to get these medics out of her face so she can get down to the ring to hand someone a much over due receipt. One of the nurses is trying to shine a light in her eyes checking for a concussion, but Latoya Hixx grabs her by the back of the head and HEADBUTTS her. The nurse hits the ground almost instantly…and is immediately met with an ENORMOUS POP from the live audience as Latoya Hixx shoves her way passed the two other medics who threw their hands up and let her pass. The camera stays with her all the way from the med station all the way to the gorilla position where she nods at the tech guys and they play her music live. The camera then quickly cuts back to Uriah Cain who at this point is about MID-Temper Tantrum as the fans are all over him.
SHE’s GUNNA KILL YOU
SHE’S GUNNA KILL YOU
SHE’s GUNNA KILL YOU
Cain puts his hands over his ears and shakes his head as Latoya Hixx has a death stare locked onto Uriah Cain as she slowly makes her way down to the ring. You can tell she is still hurt, as she is walking with a slight limp. But the look on her face is one of pure and absolute rage as Uriah Cain holds his hands up as Latoya gets within a step of the steel ring steps. We can hardly overhear Uriah urging Latoya to be calm and rational, but she and the fans are having NONE OF IT!
CENTURION: And HERE SHE COMES, and boy oh boy does she look PISSED?!?
DERRICK DIAMOND:: Yeah how much would someone have to pay you to switch places with Uriah Cain right now?
CENTURION: I’m not sure but it had better be a lot, because when you go sneaking around trying to take short cuts sometimes it comes back to bite you in the ass sooner rather than later!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Don’t you threaten us with a good time SIR! But look at Cain you can tell he was well on his way to his first victory here on BRAWL, but instead he still has to wrestle the match and she is at least ten times more pissed then she normally would be!
CENTURION: But let’s be fair and point out Latoya utterly and violently refused medical attention. She could very well have a concussion or something for all we know. I think Latoya should get in there and do everything she can to end it quickly, because the only person in the world right now that knows whether or not she is OK…is Latoya Hixx herself!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yeah, but look at her man she is too furious to be injured!
CENTURION: Mixed paint chips into your popcorn again didn't they?
The ref is pleading with Latoya Hixx to seek proper medical care, but she is having none of it as she steps through the ropes and lunges towards Cain, but the ref was able to keep the two of them apart. The ref demands Cain back into the corner on the opposite side of the ring as the ref asks Latoya if she is willing to go through with this, as for the first time since she made her way out to the arena Latoya’s gaze turns to the ref as we see her mouth the words
“RING THE GOT DAMN BELL
DERRICK DIAMOND: YESSSS SIR YOU HEARD THE LADY!!!
CENTURION: And it looks like we are doing this after all!, I really do hope Latoya made the right decision because if she made the wrong one it could cost her everything!
DERRICK DIAMOND: ACTION, DRAMA, and at least one really dashing and charming commentator make up the recipe that is Monday Night BRAWL…THE STANDARD of WGWF competition!
CENTURION: Takin shots at the other show are ya?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Well I just think they should RECOGNIZE! They wanna beef, aint no chickens over here DUDE!
CENTURION: NOPE, and there is the bell HERE WE GO!!!
As ref motions for the bell to be rung the fans let out a huge pop as it looks like both competitors are going to start from opposite corners, but Uriah Cain runs over while the ref is checking Latoya for illegal objects. Latoya sees this and is able to move herself and the ref out of the way before Uriah Cain can clobber one or both of them. Uriah Cain falls onto his knees as he was looking a hard clothesline. But he quickly shoots himself up to his feet but right at the precise moment Cain’s face becomes visible to Latoya Hixx she backs up and then comes forward damn near taking Cain’s head off his shoulders with a PICTURE PERFECT SUPERKICK!!!! Cain falls down on the canvas as the fans pop loudly once again.
Latoya Hixx doesn’t give Cain a moment to breathe as she pounces on him using her knees to pin his shoulders down, the ref drops down to make the count
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Hixx YANKS CAIN’S HEAD OFF THE MAT AND SHE IS HAMMERING HIM WITH WILD FOREARM SHOTS TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! The ref is pleading with Latoya to allow Uriah Cain back to his feet, and she refuses…Until the ref reaches the count of 4. She then throws her hands up and stands up and motions for Uriah Cain to get back up on his feet. He looks up at Latoya Hixx with disdain as he quickly gets back to his feet. The ref keeps Latoya back until Cain signals he is ready and then the ref gets out of the way and we are off to the races again.
CENTURION: And HERE WE GO AGAIN! Cain needs a new game plan and fast!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Easier said than done hombre!!! Latoya Hixx appears to be in the zone!!!
CENTURION: But still I have to wonder if she really is ok?...Once the adrenaline wears off she may find she is seriously injured or…
DERRICK DIAMOND: OK OK Bill Nye cool it with the hypotheticals…Sure she got her bell rung, but this is what she does for a living, wasn’t the first time and if I had to hazard a guess I’d say it won’t be the last either!
CENTURION: For her sake I sure do hope you are right!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Trust ME CEN…I have a 6th sense about these kinds of things!
Both competitors emerge from their separate corners and begin circling each other once more. Latoya is the first to make contact as she nails Uriah Cain right in the midsection with a spinning back kick. Cain doubles over as Latoya Hixx grabs Cain by both of his ears rares her head back and then thunderously slams it forward into the bridge of Uriah Cain’s nose. The fans let out a collective gasp as the sound of that hit echoed throughout the entire arena.Cain hits the canvas hard as Latoya Hixx looks to continue her assault but after she takes her first step she hesitates almost as if she forgot what she was doing. She took her eyes off of Uriah Cain in the process and now he wasn’t where she left him. Hixx’s eyes survey everything in front of her and he is no where to be found. By the time it dawns her where her opponent is it’s too late as Uriah Cain firmly wraps his arms around LAtoya Hixx’s wasit and plants his legs looking for a German suplex, but Latoya blocks it. SHe throws a quick back elbow and then goes into a standing backswitch. No Latoya has Noah Cain by his waist. SHe plants her legs and tries to lift, but before she can get it up, she doesn’t even see Cain’s elbow flying toward her face.
The blow lands and makes a sound everyone in the arena hears. Uriah Cain got every bit of that back elbow smash, and he can tell something is clearly wrong with Latoya Hixx as she appears to be very disoriented. She does her best to shake the cobwebs loose, but when she looks up she sees Uriah Cain lunging towards her as he ABSOLUTLEY CLOCKS Latoya Hixx with a vicious ROARING ELBOW. We see Latoya’s eyes rolls into the back of her head as her knees buckle and give out, but before she can fall to the canvas Uriah Cain grabs a dazed Latoya Hixx shoves her head underneath his armpit and then falls backwards drilling her head first into the canvas. The sound LAtoya Hixx’s makes when it hits the canvas causes those close enough to see to look away or squint their eyes. Latoya Hixx now is on the mat in LA LA LAND. The fans are giving Uriah Cain the business as he drops down hooks LAtoya’s leg and shoves his forearm in her face for good measure as the ref drops down to make the count while everyone in the arena is on their feet in disgust as we hear them count along with the ref’s hands as it smacks the canvas
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: URIJAH CAIN
Match Time: 9:43
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The arena lights dim, and a hush falls over the crowd in anticipation. The opening chords of their new entrance theme begin to play, the rhythm pulsating through the speakers, setting a tone of excitement and energy. The music is a perfect blend of intensity and melody, with a beat that gets the crowd instantly pumped up.
Suddenly, the stage erupts in a dazzling display of pyrotechnics. Red and purple flames shoot up, synchronized with the beat of the music, creating a stunning visual effect. As the flames die down, spotlights converge on the entrance ramp, where Austin and Todrick stand, ready to make their grand entrance.
Austin is clad in a sleek, new wrestling gear that perfectly embodies his persona. His outfit is predominantly black, with striking red accents highlighting his muscular build. The gear has a modern, edgy design, with angular patterns and sharp lines, giving him a fierce and formidable appearance. His boots and knee pads are a bold red, complementing the rest of his attire. The overall look exudes power and intensity, perfectly capturing Austin's in-ring style and personality.
Beside him, Todrick is a vision in her new gear, which masterfully combines her favorite colors of purple, red, and magenta. Her attire is both elegant and fierce, with a design that emphasizes her agility and strength. The fabric has a shimmering quality, catching the light as she moves, creating a mesmerizing effect. Her top is a deep purple, fitting snugly to showcase her athletic physique, while her wrestling bottoms are a vibrant mix of red and magenta, with intricate patterns that add a touch of flair. Her boots, a glossy magenta, complete the ensemble, making her look both regal and ready for battle.
Together, they stride down the ramp with confidence and charisma, their chemistry and unity evident in every step. The crowd erupts in cheers, the energy in the arena reaching a fever pitch. Fans hold up signs and banners, showing their support for the beloved duo.
As they reach the ring, Austin helps Todrick onto the apron before climbing in himself. They stand in the center of the ring, arms raised, soaking in the crowd's adoration. Their presence is commanding, their energy infectious, and it's clear to everyone in attendance that they are a force to be reckoned with.
The music fades, but the excitement lingers in the air. Austin and Todrick are ready to face the eyes viewing them in the ring, their new dynamic entrance a declaration of their renewed vigor and unwavering determination. The Ramseys have arrived, and they're here to deliver a message.
The energy in the arena was electric, a buzz of anticipation as Austin and Todrick Ramsey stood in the center of the ring at Monday Night Brawl. The crowd erupted into cheers as Austin grabbed a microphone, ready to address their fans and the wrestling world.
Austin’s voice resonated through the arena. "Wrestling has always been more than a sport to me. It's been a journey, a battle, a way to prove myself. The world may have overlooked me in the past, but I've shown that I'm a force to be reckoned with. Congratulations to Cholo on his victory, but don't get too comfortable. I'll be back, and the story might end differently next time."
Todrick then took the mic, her presence commanding and confident. "Wrestling, to me, is about passion, resilience, and artistry. It's about proving your worth, not just to the world, but to yourself. Artemis, you brought your A-game, and for that, I commend you. But understand, this is far from over. Next time we meet, the outcome will be different."
She emphasized their strength as a team and as individual wrestlers. "We've faced setbacks, but don't let them define us. We're stronger and more united than ever, and we're unstoppable with the love and support of our family and our Rockstars. Also, I want to send a special shoutout to our number-one fan, Jessie Hart. Your support means the world to us. I’m sorry you had your ultimate fan experience ruined by the only person in the story who is the villain but doesn’t know it. We are going to make it up to you."
Austin continued, addressing his personal journey. "Artemis talked about my mental illness; it’s true, I had multiple personalities. I've taken hits, both physically and mentally. But with Toddy by my side and the love of my family, I've found balance. She's my light in the darkness; together, we're unbreakable. She always knows how to find me when I’m lost."
Todrick then stepped forward, her eyes fiery. "Artemis, if you think this rivalry is over, think again. I want you to win that IC title, and you better stay ready so you don’t have to get ready. Because when we meet again, this ring and that ass is going to turn that ring into MY canvas."
Austin smiles at his wife as the crowd shows their appreciation for her sassy attitude. They have everyone hooked. “Real talk, I’ve been knocked down, but I refuse to stay down. This fight, this journey in the ring, it's not just about titles. It's about proving to everyone of you, to ourselves and our family, that we have what it takes. We are the heart and soul of this business, and we’ll fight, claw, and rise to the top, time and time again!”
The crowd roared in response, hanging onto every word. Todrick then stepped forward, her energy matching Austin’s. “And let me make one thing crystal clear,” she declared, her voice ringing out. “Every challenge, every opponent, only makes us stronger. We’ve weathered storms before, and we’ll do it again. Artemis, girl, you struck a nerve, I’m a fighter, and baby girl, we will fight. You want me at my best? You got it!”
Austin took over, his tone shifting to a more personal note. “I want to take a moment to publicly acknowledge the backbone of the Ramsey family, our son, Daniel. Your support, your belief in us, it’s what keeps us going. You brought us back, reminded us of who we are. The new gear, the new theme, that’s all you, and we couldn’t be more grateful. But most importantly, you reignited our resilience, our fire. You reminded us that setbacks are just setups for comebacks.”
Todrick nodded, her expression softening as she spoke of their son. “Daniel, you’ve been our rock. You stepped up when we needed you the most. You’ve shown us that our legacy is not just in the past victories but in the strength we draw from each other. We are resilient, not just because of our own will, but because of the love and support we have as a family.”
Austin took Todrick's hand in his. "Speaking of family, we say this Rockstars, don't worry, you'll see us in both singles and tag action. Right now, we're cheering on Edward Grado and Samuel Chatman “The Lone Wolves”, I don’t get the name but…”
Todrick shakes her head and playfully pops Austin on the arm. He shrugs and laughs.
“They are continuing the family legacy in the tag team division. They are going to bring those tag titles to Monday Night Smash. This is just the beginning for the entire family,” Austin proclaimed. “The Show Stealerz are here to stay, in singles, in tag team action; just know that we have an unbreakable bond and a spirit that pushes us in war. We’re about to set this ring on fire with passion and resilience like you’ve never seen before!”
Austin and Todrick stood in the center of the ring, commanding the crowd's undivided attention. As they dropped their mics and their music hit, the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause. The Show Stealerz had spoken, and their message was clear, they were down but far from out, ready to rise and conquer once again.
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MAIN EVENT:
WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFYING MATCH
DEVLIN KNIGHT vs CHRIS CHAOS vs ENCHANTRA
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The referee calls for the opening bell as Chris Chaos and Enchantra are in the ring with no Devlin Knight present.
CENTURION: It doesn’t look like Devlin Knight is going to make it back from jail to compete in this Intercontinental Championship Qualifying match.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I hate to say it but Knight lost his cool and laid hands on someone not under contract or under a working agreement with the WGWF. I don’t like it but there isn’t a lot we can do about it now.
Chaos is seemingly licking his chops as the bell sounds. Enchantra and Chaos circle each other in the ring before locking up with a collar-elbow tie-up Chaos quickly transitions into a side headlock and snaps Enchantra over to the mat with a side headlock takeover. Enchantra’s shoulders hit the mat.
1!!
2!!
TH…
Enchanta counters out of the pinning predicament with a head scissors. Enchantra cranks on the pressure of the head scissors, Chaos starts working his way to his knees where he can pull his head free and both participants are back to their feet with a stalemate standoff.
CENTURION: Neither Chaos nor Enchantra can take a firm upper hand in the opening moments.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yeah but this one is just getting started really.
Enchantra and Chaos circle each other and lock up a second time. Chaos uses his size and strength to muscle Enchantra back into a neutral corner. Chris holds Enchantra back against the buckles forcing the official to lay the count to Chaos. Chris looks to break away at the three count but sucker punches Enchantra in the jaw! Chaos starts throwing a series of reverse elbows to the temple of Enchantra before bringing her out of the corner with a front face lock and snaps her over with a suplex!
Chaos floats over into a cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Enchantra pops a shoulder off the mat. Chaos immediately starts hammering away with right hands to the forehead of Enchantra drawing louder boos from the crowd while the referee lays the five count to him.
CENTURION: People sleep on Chris Chaos, but the truth is he’s a vicious and ruthless as they come.
Chaos holds up both hands at the referee’s four count before getting to one knee and then stepping up to his feet. Chaos reaches down picking Enchantra up off the mat. Chaos fires Enchantra into the ropes, Enchantra bounces off the near side ducking under a Chaos lariat! Chris spins around and is met with a boot to the midsection that doubles over Chaos! Enchantra lands a Twist of Fate!
Enchantra makes the cover with a side press and a hook of the leg!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Chaos escapes with a kick out!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Enchantra with a near fall coming off that Twist of Fate!
CENTURION: With the lineage of Chris Chaos in Professional Wrestling that would have been the biggest upset of the year! Enchantra cannot take her foot off the gas! If you get Chaos in trouble you must capitalize.
Enchantra gets back to her feet where she picks Chris up and delivers a spin kick to the gut doubling Chaos over where she follows up with a standing Diamond Dust! Enchantra quickly makes another cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Chaos escapes with another kick out.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Enchantra with another near fall on Chaos.
Enchantra makes it back to her feet where she picks Chaos up and rocks him with several forearm smashes and takes him back into the ropes, Enchantra looks for the Irish Whip and sends Chaos across the ring and into the ropes, Chaos latches onto the top rope! Enchantra charges forward only to have Chaos sidestep and send Enchantra over the top rope where she lands on the ring apron! Chaos spins around and blocks a right hand from Enchantra before countering with a headbutt across the bridge of the nose! Chaos takes several steps back and charges forward delivering a running Mafia Kick to the face of Enchantra sending her sailing off the apron and crashing down to the floor.
Chaos drops down to the mat and rolls out to the floor.
CENTURION: This one has spilled out to the floor!
Chaos picks Enchantra up and drives her back into the ring apron lower back first! Chaos follows up with a stiff right hand before taking Enchantra toward the steel steps where he looks to drive her face first! Enchantra puts on the brakes with her hands and counters with a series of short elbows to the ribs and manages to counter the positioning where she looks to drive Chaos into the top portion of the steps! Chaos puts on the brakes with his hands and counters the positioning before finally driving Enchantra into the steel steps.
Chaos stomps away at Enchantra before picking her up off the floor and hurling her into the ring.
Chaos slides into the ring getting back to his feet where he picks Enchantra up and drives her back into a neutral corner with a shoulder block. Chris drives several shoulders to the midsection before hoisting Enchantra up to a seated position on the top rope. Chaos decks Enchantra with a stiff forearm shot before stepping up on the middle rope where he looks to lock in a front face lock!
Chaos looks for a Superplex!
Enchantra latches onto the top rope blocking the attempt. Chaos tries to deliver it a second time and again Enchantra blocks via latching onto the top rope. Enchantra slips down between the legs of Chaos and brings him out from the corner with a Running Liger Bomb! Enchantra makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Chaos escapes with a kick out to a massive gasp from the crowd!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Another near fall for Enchantra!
CENTURION: One of these two will be moving on to First Dance, the question is who?
Enchantra begins working her way back up to her feet where she reaches down picking Chaos up off the mat. Enchantra takes Chaos back into the ropes where she shoots him across the ring, Chaos bounces off the far side ducking under a lariat from Enchanta, Chaos bounces off the near side, and when Enchantra spins around she’s split in half by a spear!
Suddenly we hear a loud siren on display.
We get a split screen where a Police Squad Car is pulling into the building with sirens blaring! The squad car is thrown in park and the passenger side door swings open revealing DEVLIN KNIGHT! The driver’s door swings open revealing Chris Page has the driver of the squad car!
CHRIS PAGE: GO!
The crowd roars loudly as Devlin Knight walks with a purpose toward the gorilla position as he is unbuttoning his shirt and removing it along the way!
DERRICK DIAMOND: DEVLIN KNIGHT HAS BEEN BAILED OUT AND IS BACK!
Attention draws toward the top of the ramp where Knight emerges through the curtain! In the ring, Chaos crawls into the cover on Enchantra!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Devlin Knight reaches ringside and pulls Chaos off the cover and out to the floor! Knight hurls Chaos right shoulder first into the steel steps! Knight slides into the ring where he is behind Enchantra who rolls over and begins to push herself up off the mat and slowly getting back to her feet and she spins around where Devlin drives a boot to the midsection and plants her into the mat with his Tiger Driver 91!
CENTURION: DEVIL’S KNIGHT!
Devlin makes the cover on Enchantra!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Chris Chaos pulls the referee out to the floor breaking the count! Chaos slides into the ring and is back to his feet where he drills Knight with a Superkick that sends Devlin down to the mat!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Chaos pulled the referee out to the floor and saved this match for himself by taking Devlin’s head off with a Superkick!
Chaos sizes up Enchantra as he begs for her to get back to her feet. Enchantra rolls toward the ropes and begins pulling herself up to a vertical base. Enchantra staggers backward before slowly spinning around where she walks right into THE DEAD MAN’S TRIGGER! Chaos gets back to his feet where he sees Devlin getting back to his feet. Chaos charges toward Knight who sends him sailing over the top rope and out to the floor with a back body drop!
Knight makes the cover on Enchantra! The referee slides back into the ring making the count!
1!!
2!!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND ADVANCING TO FIRST DANCE: DEVLIN KNIGHT
Match Time: 14:23
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The crowd erupts with a massive ovation as Devlin scores the win!
CENTURION: Knight has advanced to the Intercontinental Championship Elimination Chamber match at First Dance even with being arrested earlier tonight!
Chris Chaos is beside himself on the floor where he kicks the ring steps out of frustration before making his exit up the ramp while Devlin Knight has his arm raised in victory.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Devlin Knight joins Artemis and Tristan Slater as half of the field have earned their shots inside the Chamber.
The crowd erupts with boos as J MONT, MANSLEY, ENIGMA, and NEWTON hit the ring with Shawn Hart barking orders from the floor! The Fortunate Ones pounce on Devlin Knight!
CENTURION: Why the hell are these Smash talents still here!
Newton and Mansley stomp away at Devlin while Enigma and J Mont taunt the crowd! Mansley picks up Devlin Knight and holds him by the arms for Newton to fire away with piston-like right hands! Shawn Hart climbs up on the apron screaming out further instructions. Shawn drops down to the floor and tosses the ring apron where he pulls out his Barbedwire Baseball Bat!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Hart has his own Barbed Wire Baseball bat!
J Mont takes his free shots at Devlin while we see Shawn climb up on the ring apron and step through the ropes with the barbed wire baseball bat.
The house lights do dark to a huge ovation! The clock counts down to zero before the lights come back up revealing CHRIS PAGE standing in the center of the ring between Shawn Hart and Devlin Knight!
CENTURION: Chris Page has Devlin’s back once again! But this is a dangerous situation!
Page turns and catches Clyde running in with a punt to the groin taking him down before turning his attention toward Enigma. The crowd roars loudly as the Monster Machine stares a hole through Page and allows J Mont to spin Page around and drop him with a JKO! The crowd roars with boos as Mont pops back up to his feet where Mansley shoves Devlin Knight forward into a JKO from J Mont!
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Fortunate Ones have left a mark on Chris Page and Devlin Knight.
The crowd erupts with boos as J Mont strikes a trademark pose while throwing his arms out in the air. Mansley and Enigma are seen helping Clyde up to his feet. Shawn Hart stands over Devlin with the barbed wire baseball bat. Hart spouts off at Knight and lays the bat at his head. J Mont motions for the Fortunate Ones and collectively they exit the ring and begin making their way up the ramp.
CENTURION: If nobody is going to step up this is exactly what you’re going to see every Monday Night. The Fortunate Ones can care less about what show or who they’re running over. This is getting way out of control.
Cameras get a tight shot of Enigma, J Mont, Newton, Mansley, and Shawn Hart at the top of the ramp admiring their handy work. A voice can be heard calling out through the PA system.
“BARROWS!!”
The crowd pops huge as the voice belongs to Chris Page. We get a shot of the ring where Page is seated in a corner looking up at the top of the ramp at The Fortunate Ones while holding a microphone in one hand and his neck with the other.
CHRIS PAGE: Next week I’m coming to SMASH… I’m not coming as an owner, I’m coming as a TALENT.
J Mont and The Fortunate Ones laugh at the words spoken by Chris Page before leaving and making their way back through the curtain. The scene fades.
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The crowd roars as Candice Page stands in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand.
CANDICE PAGE: With the first-ever Monday Night Brawl exclusive Pay-Per-View on the horizon, First Dance, all eyes are going to be locked on what I believe is going to be a Main Event for the ages. The WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, “Cholo” Giovanni Santana will be defending the title against Mac Bane in his hometown of El Paso, Texas.
The crowd roars loudly.
CANDICE PAGE: Tonight, both Champion and Challenger, will be in this ring at the same time. I promise no fireworks.
Candice winks.
CANDICE PAGE: Introducing first, he is the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, he is “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANNA!
The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by J Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play, getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana looking as good as ever, with the World Heavyweight championship wrapped tightly around his waist. He holds his usual Mezcal cocktail in his hand and is flashing that million-dollar smile of his as he stands there, soaking in all the love from the fans.
“THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome YOUR Heavyweight Champion of the World…. “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA!
He makes his way to the ring, having a few exchanges with the fans, all in good fun. Once at ringside, he puts his drink down on the apron, takes off the World title and just like he used to do with the IC title, he picks a kid on the crowd and puts it over his shoulder. He asks the kid if he can hold it for him and the kid nods and then goes crazy with excitement. Cholo then jumps up on the apron, grabs his drink and after wiping his shoes, always respecting the ring, he gets inside. He walks towards the middle nodding his head to the beat of the catchy song, making his afro wave back and forth. All the fans get into it, especially the ladies and Cholo points and winks to some. He gets a mic handed to him and as his music dies down, he speaks.
CHOLO: QUE PASA DALLAS, TEXAS?!
The crowd cheers loudly.
CHOLO:Y DONDE ESTA MI GENTE LATINA?!
A great portion of the crowd cheers loudly, thanks to Texas having a large Latino community. .
CHOLO: Cholo has said it before, and he will always say it… His hometown may be 9 hours from here, but all of Texas is Cholo’s country, he doesn’t care what Mac Bane says!
The crowd cheers loudly though you can tell there are some Bane sympathizers in attendance, with his hometown of Port Arthur being a lot closer than Cholo’s.
CHOLO: Yes, good ol’ Mac Bane… let’s get right into it why don’t we mi gente? Here is a man who Cholo thought he was cool with… A man whom Cholo thought he had a bond with after embarking in a mission to hell with… But Cholo should have known better, as a man like Bane, who is that familiar with hell, simply can’t be trusted.
Cholo paces around the ring, deep in thought, thinking about his next words, sipping his Mezcal, the crowd watches intently, quietly, until someone yells: “I LOVE YOU CHOLO!” Cholo looks up and smiles.
CHOLO: Cholo loves you too.
Cheers again from the Texas faithful.
CHOLO: Look there is a lot to unpack from what Mac Bane said last night… All the accusations he made, all the statements he made, for which most he is wrong about… and Cholo wants to address every one of the lies he listed but Cholo wants to do it to his face. So, Mac, since this is a face off, bring your ugly mug out here.
Candice Page raises her microphone.
CANDICE PAGE: I agree, so MAC BANE, come on down and look your opponent for First Dance in the eye!
The crowd immediately starts to boo as “Enemy” by Godsmack hits the speakers. Candice and Cholo turn their attention toward the ramp yet there isn’t a Mac Bane showing himself. The music fades away as Cholo questions Candice who shrugs not knowing what exactly is going on.
CHOLO: Don’t want to face Cholo after all Mac? Cholo knows you didn’t get scared all of the sudden because he knows you fear no man… But whatever the reason you are choosing not to come out here, it doesn’t matter… You probably want to play mind games with Cholo, but he doesn’t lose his cool, ever, and he isn’t about to start now so wherever you are Mac, Cholo hopes you are listening intently… He is getting pretty tired of all of Cholo’s opponents claiming that they are the reason why Cholo has been as successful as he has… One claims that they opened the door to Cholo becoming IC champion… Other claims that thanks to him, Cholo became famous…. Another that thanks to him, Cholo was made great again… Other claims that thanks to him, Cholo is now legendary…
Cholo steps up to the camera and points.
CHOLO: and now we have you Mac, claiming that Cholo won the cup because it was by your design. That all the fans here tonight and the ones watching at home, have you to thank for Cholo being the World Champion. That you gave them someone to worship… Let Cholo start there… He is not a religious man, and he is definitely NOT a saint… He should definitely go to church more and do like Terry Marshall and say his prayers, but Cholo is not a man to be worshiped… These people love Cholo because long before he was World Champion and long before he was Intercontinental Champion, he was simply a man who worked his ass off match after match and he earned their love and respect.
Cholo pauses as the crowd started a “Cholo” chant… He nods as he listens to the fans while Candice looks on lightly clapping her hands in support of Cholo… After a few more seconds, Cholo continues.
CHOLO: Thank you mi gente… You see Mac, these people were behind Cholo long before you were in the picture, and they will be behind Cholo long after you are gone… and they will be behind him whether he is the World Champion or not.
The crowd cheers loudly
CHOLO: You didn’t even know the world title was going to be on the line, no one knew… Every word you speak is factless… You sit in a throne of lies pendejo… and neither Cholo, nor the fans are going to fall for any of them… The honest truth is that you and all of Cholo’s other opponents have one thing in common: you all have taken an “L” in his rise to the top… and it is thanks to his ability, his desire, his passion, his drive and his heart plus all these people behind him that are the reasons why he stands in front of you as the unpinned, unsubmitted World… Heavyweight… Champion.
Some soft singing can be heard over the speakers. .
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year…”
Attention is drawn to the WGWF Tron which lights up revealing black combat boots.
“With the kids jingle belling, And everyone telling you, "Be of good cheer!"
Cameras start to pan up catching jeans.
It's the most wonderful time of the year”
Boos ring out from all over as we get a shot of Mac Bane.
MAC BANE: Cholo, Candice…. Guys, I wish I could have been there tonight because I’d love nothing more than to show Cholo how cruel the world can be.
It’s unknown where Mac Bane is as he stands with his back to a brick foundation off a busy side street.
MAC BANE: But then I remembered I didn’t need to be there to establish that point; and truthfully, this was an opportunity that I couldn’t pass up; you understand, right?
Cholo looks to raise his microphone but is cut off by Mac Bane.
MAC BANE: Trust me when I say I think we’ve heard enough of the Cholo bullshit.
The live crowd begins a “CHOLO!” chant that starts to fill the in Dallas, Texas.
MAC BANE: What you fail to realize Mr. Santana, is we haven’t even begun playing our game. Everything up until now has been nothing short of foreplay so that we can get the engines running, and to show you pieces of what you’re up against while leaving just enough for the imagination to play with. You see, when a man has enough power he can walk into a room full of screaming people and talk quietly and everyone will listen. I never fancied myself as a “good” guy because I’ve always been willing to go to deeper, darker places if it meant shutting the mouths of those who puff out their chests and want to stake claims at being the man.”
Mac Bane leans toward the lens of the camera tapping on it while he continues.
MAC BANE: We all saw how I refused to let go at the Cannabis Cup, and if you’re delusional enough to think for one second that had I gone ahead and broken your leg you’d be standing here with that strap of gold over your shoulder; well, then Santa Claus must be real and pigs have started to fly. This is a mental game, Cholo, and deep down inside you know that I could have snuffed you out… but that would have been too easy.
CHOLO: So you want to build up Cholo so you can be the one to knock him down, is that it Mac? Cholo was already flying high when you and him met for the first time, you could have been the one to finally end the unbeaten streak… Pin my shoulders to the mat, but the fact remains that you couldn’t do that and want to hide behind a DQ finish from the truth… which is you are not better than Cholo, and as a matter fact, you aren’t better than Adams and Knight either, and you knew this so you took the easy way out. Like Cholo said, you tried to break him, and you failed. Now you want to play mind games to break him mentally, but you will fail there as well Mac.
Mac Bane lets out a deep, calculated breath.
MAC BANE: Our deal far exceeds the wrestling ring, and what you’re about to understand is that I’m a man of action. I wish I was there, but I had to be here…”
The camera pans backward revealing the name of the building. “Ena’s & Armando’s Home For Children”. Cholo’s eyes grow wide with shock. He looks at Candice, looking for an answer but he doesn’t find one.
CHOLO: What the hell are you doing there Mac?!
MAC BANE: It’s the most wonderful time of the year…There'll be much mistletoeing, And hearts will be glowing when loved ones are near…It's the most wonderful time of the year.
Mac sings to himself as he enters Ena’s & Armando’s Home for Children, with the door to the establishment closing Cholo begins arguing with Candice but again Candice tells him she had no idea Mac wasn’t going to be here or be there. He apologies and hands her the mic and then quickly exits the ring and starts to hail tail it up the ramp. Cameras follow our WGWF World Heavyweight Champion as he blows through the curtain and past the gorilla position to an awaiting vehicle. Cholo gets in the backseat and tells the driver to “GO!” before slamming the door shut. The vehicle speeds out of the arena which brings Monday Night Brawl to a close.
CENTURION: We heard we were getting Spencer Adams at the top of the program and the man is here and in the flesh.
DERRICK DIAMOND: You know there’s a lot on his mind tonight, Cent.
Badmon dips through under the ropes and into the ring, not taking to the pageantry as he normally would and instead, looking a bit more miffed than usual as he stands center of the canvas.
Spencer Adams: Dallas, Texas..
Crowd: Baaaadmon! Baaaaadmon! Baaaaadmon!
Spencer Adams: Can I talk my shit?
The crowd pops hard as we cut through various sections.
Spencer Adams: Last week-
Money by Pink Floyd hits and cheers one-eighty to jeers. Triple M comes to the stage flanked by Denir Acar.
Centurion: Should’ve known.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Spencer’s new crew is here in the building, folks.
CENTURION: I don’t know that Spencer would agree with that sentiment.
Mr. Mark Morgan: Speeeencer Adams! My man! Boy, does it feel good to see your face! Now, I know you’re a little bit upset about how things went down a couple weeks back, but it’s all gravy, baby! Ya didn’t beat Denir, no, but you still came away a winner, cause Mr. Mark is here to get you to where you got to be! We’re goin’ all the way to championship gold!
Spencer rhetorically mouths “we” back in response as Mark comes face to face with The Badmon. He seems to ponder the thought for a minute before turning back and decking Mark with the box corner on the microphone.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Goddamn!
Mark drops and rolls out of the ring, gripping at his forehead as Denir charges ahead but is stopped by a shout from Mark prompting him to stand down. As Denir rolls out of the ring to help his boss the rest of the way to his feet, No. 99 hits once more with Triple M and Denir backing up the ramp once more.
CENTURION: Well, I think we were gonna hear from Spencer Adams.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Mark promised a championship in the future, but I don’t think Spencer sees his new corner crew as part of that equation!
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As the bell sounds, Stitches comes forward, offering a handshake to Slater. He refuses, possibly suspecting a joy buzzer of some kind, and instead bats Stitches’ hand away. Annoyed, Stitches tries again, saying to take his hand, but Slater just lashes out with a right hand, catching Stitches in the side of the head! Stitches staggers away, even as an upset Pogo jumps up on the apron. He runs back and forth, complaining about Slater’s actions, as the referee orders him back down. But Slater ignores him completely, going back after Stitches with a few more shots, driving him backwards towards the corner.
CENTURION: It doesn’t look like Slater has any interest in Pogo’s antics. That could be a smart idea, or it could backfire later in the match.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Leave the little one on the outside. He’s safer out there anyway… unless he gets too close to the fans. They’re unpredictable.
After landing a few slicing knife edge chops to Stitches’ chest, Slater brings him back out of the corner, lifting him up in his arms. But Stitches fights free of Slater’s grasp, landing behind him and wrapping up Slater. He manages to lift Slater up, delivering a belly-to-back suplex! The crowd pops at this display of strength, even as Stitches pops back up to his feet. Pogo can be seen still moving along the apron, extremely happy with what Stitches pulled off. As Slater works back to his feet, Stitches charges at him, hitting a clothesline to take Slater back down. A second clothesline lands seconds later, with Slater slower to get up after the impact. This allows Stitches to move in, locking up Slater and taking him over with a Russian leg sweep! With that, Stitches makes the cover, his ever-lasting smile pasted on his face as he hangs on…
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And Slater is able to kick himself out of it long before the third hand begins on its way down. Stitches takes a moment to talk to the referee, seemingly signaling that he should be smiling, before turning back to the recovering Slater and locking onto him. He goes to whip Slater towards the ropes, but Slater reverses, with Stitches being the one taking the ride. He rebounds, coming back possibly for another lariat, but Slater catches his arm on the way in and flips him, delivering a Japanese armdrag! Stitches sits up, holding his back in pain, as Slater quickly pushes himself back to his feet. He grabs hold of Stitches’ head, hauling him up, before landing a reverse DDT to plant Stitches hard into the mat! He goes for the pin, as Pogo anxiously watches from outside…
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TH- and Stitches gets free in time!
CENTURION: An impressive back-and-forth display there by both wrestlers.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I’ll be honest, I was expecting more balloons and whoopie cushions, but so far, this one’s been pretty… normal.
CENTURION: Let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth.
As Stitches tries to pull himself together, Slater is back on his feet, clearly wanting to end this one and move forward towards the Intercontinental Title. He grabs hold of Stitches’ leg, applying a single-leg Boston crab submission! Stitches fights against the pain, trying to pull himself towards the ropes, as Slater cranks back on the hold. He yells back towards Stitches, asking if he’s laughing now. Stitches struggles forward, getting closer to the ropes, but they’re still out of reach. Pogo, though, has come over, looking scared over what’s happening to Stitches. He reaches out, grabbing onto Stitches’ arm, as if to pull him towards the ropes. Instead, Slater pulls them back, dragging Pogo more into the ring!
The referee, startled, comes over, ordering Pogo to get out. Pogo, for his part, seems unsure of how he even got in there, saying he was just trying to help out Stitches. As the referee explains this isn’t allowed, Slater releases the submission, throwing Stitches’ leg down. He turns and stalks over, glaring at Pogo, who looks at him nervously. Pogo then darts behind the referee, using him as a shield! Slater steps around, as if trying to get to the smaller clown, but Pogo is careful to keep the referee between them at all times, with the ref himself looking utterly bewildered by what’s going on. Slater tells him to get out of the way, wanting to take care of business, but he’s unaware of Stitches suddenly pushing up behind him, grabbing hold of a startled Slater from behind and rolling him up! The ref stops shielding Pogo and drops down…
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THR-And Slater is able to kick out before it’s too late!
CENTURION: They almost put one over on the veteran!
DERRICK DIAMOND: You think that was all planned?
CENTURION: I don’t know. I mean, we’ve seen that Pogo takes baths in the kitchen sink because the bathtub is filled with chocolate. I’m not sure he thinks that far ahead. Then again, maybe it’s all a smokescreen.
DERRICK DIAMOND: A… clownscreen?
CENTURION: No. That’s stupid. A smokescreen is perfectly fine.
Both wrestlers are back on their feet now, with Slater swinging wildly at Stitches, only to miss and stumble past him. Stitches uses his momentum from the dodge, coming back at Slater with a discus punch that puts the veteran on the mat! Stitches watches as Slater struggles to get back up, pointing down at him and sharing a brief laugh with the referee… at least, he tries, as the ref isn’t getting involved. Stitches then steps in, locking up Slater and preparing to set him into place for a crucifix powerbomb! But Slater is able to block it, using his size advantage. He instead lifts a surprised Stitches up, backdropping him to the mat! As Stitches pulls himself back up, Slater’s right there, giving him a boot, followed by landing a cradle piledriver!! He says it’s over, covering the painted-faced clown, as the fans look on…
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THR-No! Stitches is able to get his shoulder off the mat in time!
Seemingly surprised, Slater pulls himself up, staring down at the clown he sees beneath him. Slater shakes his head, wondering what’s happened to his WGWF, before grabbing Stitches by his green hair and yanking him up. He grabs hold of Stitches’ arm, trying to twist him around so that he can drop down with the Canadian Crossface submission!! But as they spin around in a circle, Stitches is able to blindly reach out and grab the ropes before falling, hanging on as Slater tries to lock in the hold. The referee correctly orders the break, with Slater looking a little frustrated at not putting the man away. In the meantime, Pogo has come over next to Stitches, checking on him from the apron.
DERRICK DIAMOND: We really need the ref to do his job and keep Pogo back.
CENTURION: For his own protection?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Or Slater’s safety. Something tells me there’s a lot more to this Pogo “The Happy Clown”.
Slater, seeing Pogo again close to the action, moves over there, as if to kick him off the apron. Seeing Slater coming, though, Pogo quickly hops off, landing on the outside as he hops back and forth, as if daring Slater to come and chase him, like a game of tag. Slater rubs his head as if feeling a headache coming on, before reaching down and grabbing Stitches off the canvas. But Stitches has recovered enough to get a throat punch in, staggering Slater against the ropes. Stitches then catches him on the rebound, managing to lift Slater up and back down hard with a brainbuster!! It’s a heavy impact, with Stitches managing to get himself on top to hang on for the pin, grasping at Slater’s leg to bring it closer.
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THR-No! Slater kicks out!
Sitting up, Stitches shakes his head, and then looks out at Pogo, who seems to be signaling something to do with a frog, judging by his gestures. Stitches nods, agreeing with his partner, as he heads towards the turnbuckle. He climbs up top, getting into position as he turns to look over at the still-downed Slater. He raises his arms, ready for the Big Top Drop!! The fans are on their feet, wanting to see this move take flight, and Stitches obliges, leaping off with the splash… and he hits nothing but canvas, as Slater is able to roll out of the way in time!! Stitches rolls in agony, feeling the pain from his midsection due to the miss, as Pogo looks on from outside, looking horrified and pointing at Slater, as if saying that he wasn’t supposed to move!
CENTURION: I guess Pogo thinks it’s illegal to avoid a finishing maneuver like that.
DERRICK DIAMOND: He’s got a lot to learn about the WGWF, as almost no one will just sit there and take the abuse!
CENTURION: Almost no one?
DERRICK DIAMOND: I mean, I’m still here, aren’t I?
With Stitches still struggling to recover, Slater pulls himself to his feet. He staggers over to the clown, pulling him up and throwing him into the turnbuckle nearby. He then delivers a running knee to the face, followed by a headlock and a bulldog, planting Stitches on the canvas! Stitches is stunned, laying there, as Slater signals it’s time to end this charade. He leans over Stitches… and the green-haired wrestler pulls him down into a cover, clutching at his head to keep him down!!
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And Slater shoves himself free! He gets up, furious, as Stitches struggles to rise as well, using the nearby ropes for support. He turns towards Slater, but Slater is ready, botting Stitches in the gut and turning him into the proper position. Slater then leaps over him, delivering the Flip Piledriver!!! The crowd cheers for the popular move, as Stitches hits hard. Slater, after taking a deep breath, turns and makes the cover on the stunned clown, grabbing both legs for good measure.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: TRISTAN SLATER
Match Time: 10:48
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Slater gets up, taking a moment to rest on his knees before rising to his feet. He steps away from Stitches, even as Pogo slides in to check on him, concerned.
CENTURION: A big victory for Tristan Slater, as he moves one step closer to his goal: the Intercontinental Championship!
DERRICK DIAMOND: A strong fight from Stitches tonight, but the veteran managed to avoid the Big Top Drop, and it was all downhill after that.
Slater glances over at Pogo, as if considering a running boot that would make Charlie Brown jealous. But instead, he turns and leaves the ring, his work concluded, leaving Pogo to continue to try and help Stitches pull himself together.
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The cameras and Titantron have shifted to the back of the arena which could only mean two things. Either there is a big brawl happening or an arrival of some sort.
CENTURION: I swear to god. If i think it is who i think it is, i am going to lose my shit!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: I hope it’s them so you can lose your shit. You're a hater Cent!
With all the attention on the back of the arena, you can hear the sound of multiple performance engines. And when the cameras pick up the arrival, it looks like it could be a commercial for skittles. You have an assortment of different color Ferraris and Lamborghinis pulling up. Either Monday Night Brawl is being greeted personally by Dak Prescott, Tony Pollard, Cee Dee Lamb and Micah Parsons, or we have another unwanted arrival.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Fuck the Cowboys, this has to be J Mont and The Forunate Ones!
CENTURION: I'm not a Cowboys fan, but I would do anything for it to be one of them or even Vanilla Ice who is from Dallas.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Ice Ice Baby!
CENTURION: For once, i will say this. Stick to Broadcasting because your singing sucks.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I'm not that bad Cent!
CENTURION: You're worse than the SHE BANGS guy from American Idol.
While Cent and Derrick argue who can deep throat better with their voices, the luxury performance vehicles all park on a slant side by side. There are 4 of them which means at least 4 people have arrived in style tonight. As the first door opens up, you can see the man that made one of the biggest power moves last week and joined up with The Fortunate Ones in Clyde Newton. The second car door opens up and out walks, dressed like a model of course, Amber Mansley. As the third door opens, you can see a monster of a man struggling to get out and when he finally does, it's Enigma who has to reach in to grab his Smash World Title. And finally, the last door opens and out walks the father of the year who looks like he is having a relaxed night tonight. Dressed in all black for comfort from the sweat pants to the tee shirt. The Fortunate Ones have arrived in style on a show they don't even work for.
DERRICK DIAMOND: All right, stop, collaborate and listen, The Fortunate Ones are back with a brand new mission.
CENTURION: You are not Vanilla Diamond. Please shut it and please someone shut these guys up too.
Before The Fortunate Ones enter the arena, you can see Clyde Newton go to the passenger side of his Ferrari and grab a small box. J Mont is laughing as is Amber. Big E is holding in the laughter, but we all know he wants to bust out laughing. Clyde holds up one of the papers from the box and it's a missing person picture.
WHERE IS FRED?
While Enigma and Amber are on the lookout and talking, J Mont walks over to meet Clyde. They both grab half the box each of the missing Fred pictures.
J MONT: We are gonna find Fred. And I hope the people in Dallas aren't as dumb as Mac Bane and help us find Fred.
CLYDE NEWTON: I miss Fred. Hope we can find him!
J Mont and Clyde start to walk around the back of the arena. Hanging up the missing Fred posters on walls, doors, and windows. They are even now walking towards the designated parking area for employees and personnel. Car by Car, Mont and Newton are placing these missing Fred posters on the windshields of the cars. Placing them under the wiper blades, you can see every car having these plastered on them as well as the walls and windows. You cannot miss these signs of Where is Fred? Mont and Newton are laughing. Amber and Enigma walk over and now The Fortunate Ones are in a group huddle. 4th down and 1, at the goaline.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I wonder if they wasted their time putting one on your windshield. I can see J Mont laughing at your 2001 Hyundai Elantra, manual transmission with no AC.
CENTURION: You wish you were on my level.
As the group breaks the huddle, you can see Mont has a towel in his hand now. No idea where it came from, but Newton, Amber and Enigma are looking around to make sure the coast is clear. And then all of a sudden, all you hear is windows shattering left and right. Glass flying everywhere.
John Kreese has nothing on J Mont. The difference here is that J Mont had a towel on his hand to protect from busting it open and damaging his knuckles and nerves. As J Mont walks away from the crime scene, you can see Clyde walk to the area and drop a JOHN CABLE MASK ON THE GROUND!
The Fortunate Ones are laughing as they haven't even entered the arena yet, but already causing issues and drama in the back. First with all the Where is Fred posters all over the place. Then the broken windows on cars where a John Cable mask was left at the crime scene.
J MONT: We have arrived as a family.
CLYDE NEWTON: I hope someone finds Fred.
AMBER MANSLEY: I hate Dallas. Hope we get out of here. Stupid ass Flat Landscape and the urban sprawl. Not to mention COCKROACHES are a part of the daily life here. Now I see why Mac Bane lives in Texas.
ENIGMA: I'm ready to enter the arena and handle business and get out of here like Amber.
As The Fortunate Ones are heading towards the backdoor to enter the arena, you can see a mob of officers heading their way. J Mont looks over to Clyde, who looks at Amber who looks at Enigman.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Thank god J Mont has the best lawyers money can buy.
CENTURION: Finally, that asshole is getting what he deserves and is taking down his friends in the process as well.
The cops are getting closer and J Mont has a look on his face like this night just got bad.
J MONT: Clyde, did you pay your child support?
CLYDE NEWTON: I don't have any that I am aware of.
AMBER MANSLEY: Fuck the POLICE!
Enigma just stands there with the family, adjusting the Smash Championship over his shoulder. J Mont sees the cops are about to be there graciously.
OFFICER PICKLESTEIN: We need a moment with you folks.
OFFICER BONNER: We were called here about some criminal activity of cars being broken into.
OFFICER COBBLEDICK: And we were told there were 4 individuals in the area of where this happened.
OFFICER GROSSWEINER: What do you all have to say about this?
Of course you know what happens next!
Everyone in The Fortunate Ones starts to crack up because, come on now. Those last names will make anyone break out into laughter.
J MONT: Is Cobbledick a side dish for you on Thanksgiving?
CLYDE NEWTON: Bonner and Grossweiner together? That makes no sense to me.
AMBER MANSLEY: Weren’t you in that movie How High Officer Picklestein?
Almost getting Enigma to break into laughter, the big man holds it in, but the cops don't seem too amused by the actions and words of The Fortunate Ones.
OFFICER PICKLESTEIN: How about we just take you down to the precinct and we just figure this all out?
J MONT: And how about I call up Chief Edgardo Garcia and tell him you are harassing us before work.
The officers looked shocked at the name J Mont just throughout there at them. Talk about having your hands and money in everything. Maybe J Mont is the MAN and cannot be stopped.
OFFICER COBBLEDICK: We are just trying to get to the bottom of this incident. That is all. We do not need to bring Mr. Garcia into this.
OFFICER GROSSWEINER: If it wasn't you, did you see anyone who did this?
CLYDE NEWTON: When I was walking by the cars, I saw a mask on the ground. Maybe the criminal dropped his mask when he was running away.
The officers and The Fortunate Ones walk over to where Clyde was talking about. The officer sees the mask, and puts on the glove and picks it up. Looking at the mask wondering what the hell that is.
AMBER MANSLEY: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
OFFICER COBBLEDICK: What is the problem young lady?
AMBER MANSLEY: That is John Cable’s mask. I didn't know he was here tonight. I think he is stalking you Big E.
Enigma shakes his head because John Cable has a death wish if he is stalking Big E. The police start to write this information down.
J MONT: Don’t forget. That is JOHNATHAN CABLE. Also known as THE FAKE BEAST. He lives in Jacksonville Florida now but from Oil City, PA. He is about 6’5 and 255 pounds or so. Maybe a little lighter now that he lost his mask.
AMBER MANSLEY: What an ugly fuck. Even 37 bottles of Jack Daniels, I wouldn't touch his demented ass.
CLYDE NEWTON: We are about to go to work officers, anything else?
The officers let The Fortunate Ones off the hook as they head towards the back door once again. J Mont, walking away, has that sinister smirk on his face. You fuck with Big E, you get served. You fuck with his family, you get served. John Cable is about to get his, courtesy of The Fortunate Ones as he is now under investigation for the broken in cars. J Mont, then looks around and throws away the towel he was using earlier.
J MONT: Always good to have friends in higher places. Time to take out the trash. That includes Flash Rotten, Chris Page and anyone else that gets in our way. Enigma has Cable, so he is no threat.
AMBER MANSLEY: What about Candice Page tonight?
J MONT: I will handle Candice. She will never do anything to hurt Baby G which means she will not do a damn thing to me.
AMBER MANSLEY: You are truly the master of the mind games.
J MONT: You are a quick learner like Clyde. Before you know it, it will be second nature for you.
J Mont puts his arm around Big E to remind him that he is one of his best friends in and out of the business. J Mont waves his arms and The Fortunates Ones have finally made it inside the arena.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Man, things are about to get Wild tonight. Maybe Nick Cannon will show up again and we can have an edition of Wild N Out.
CENTURION: If J Mont has the police on his payroll, what is next?
DERRICK DIAMOND: 51 percent of the network. The Police on his payroll. The best faction in the industry. I'm team Mont all day long.
CENTURION: I hate that guy so much.
Now inside the arena it was time to create some havoc as Clyde Newton quickly went to work. With a large steel chain in his hand he hooked it up to the bottom of a vending machine. With obvious destruction on his mind he tied the chain link tightly and clipped it in place. Turning to J Mont he withered something.
CLYDE NEWTON: Can you hold the door open for me for a second.
Moments later we can hear the roaring sound of an engine idling in the parking lot. With the rotation of the tires being heard outside, the chain begins to get tighter. It wasn't long before the vending machine came crashing quickly through the open doors with glass shattering and candy flying everywhere. The machine managed to avoid J Mont who was smiling as the four of them engaged in some free candy paid and bought for courtesy of the Brawl brand. Reaching down himself Clyde Newton picked up a Mars bar with the black packaging and red writing.
CLYDE NEWTON: I grabbed the nut free chocolate bar because it reminds me of Brawl. Yo Mont, what kind did you want?
He shouted from across the hallway.
J MONT: Give me a Snickers bar because that is the number 1 candy bar in all of America and I only have the best in my life. And if you see any Strawberry Bon Bons, give those to Candice Page since she just wants to sit on her ass all day as General Manager and Let Chris Page run the show into the ground. Peggy Bundy might as well be her new name.
CLYDE NEWTON: Maybe M&M peanut? She is used to carrying all the nuts of Brawl in bite sized pieces.
AMBER MANSLEY: You guys are crazy, but I love it. Is there a Butterfinger laying around?
Enigma, standing there like the monster among men looks on as his Smash World Title sits on his shoulder. You can tell he wants to ask for a piece of chocolate, but he is keeping that to himself right now until J Mont acts like Patrick Mahomes and launches a Kit Kat Bar towards Big E, who catches it with one hand like he is Odell Beckham Jr.
J MONT: Nice catch Big man, now it's time to ONCE AGAIN take over Monday Night Brawl or as everyone knows it. THE B SHOW!!!!
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The bell sounds as the crowd pops for Reed who explodes out of his corner and drives Milk Mason back into his corner and comes right back out with him with a Belly to Belly overhead Release suplex! Mason pops back up to his feet where a running lariat mows him down! Mason gets back to his feet where he walks into an inverted Atomic Drop that’s followed with Mason being sent over the top rope and out to the floor with a second lariat to a roar from the crowd!
CENTURION: Jordan Reed is firing on all cylinders in the opening moments as he sends Mason over the top rope and out to the floor!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Revenge has to be on the mind of Reed following the post-match attack by Mason and Rhodes just two weeks ago!
Reed doesn’t wait for Mason to get back in the ring as he takes to the floor to a louder ovation. Mason gets to one knee before being snatched by the hair where Reed then takes a back waistlock and delivers a German Suplex on the floor! The crowd roars for Reed as he reaches his feet and lets out a primal scream which only riles the crowd more in his favor. Reed picks Mason up and hurls him back into the ring before sliding into the ring after him. Reed gets to his feet where he picks Mason up and delivers a backbreaker! Jordan snatches both legs of Milk Mason and looks out toward to the crowd garnering another ovation before he steps through and turns Mason over executing a Sharpshooter!
CENTURION: Reed has a Sharpshooter locked in!
The referee slides into position asking Mason to give up. Milk refuses as he shakes off the referee when suddenly the crowd erupts with loud boos with a CODING RHODES appearance as Rhodes hits the ring and blasts Reed from behind!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Coding Rhodes from behind blasts Reed!
The crowd boos intently as Rhodes stops away at a downed Reed until he’s joined by Mason and a double team begins with various stomps down on Reed with the referee powerless to do anything about it.
CENTURION: There’s nothing the referee can do because there aren’t any disqualifications!
Mason picks Reed up off the mat where he and Rhodes take him back into the ropes and shoot him across the ring with a double Irish Whip, Reed bounces off the ropes and into a Double Lariat from Mason and Rhodes which sends Reed to the mat. Mason doesn’t waste time in executing the sloppiest Figure Four Leg Lock we’ve ever seen!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Mason has what looks like a Figure Four, but I’m not really sure.
The referee starts asking Reed to surrender as we see Rhodes stomping away at the right knee while Mason cranks on the pressure of the Figure Four!
CENTURION: Rhodes stomps at the knee while Mason, well… tries to be a professional wrestler.
The crowd pops huge as sprinting toward the ring is…
CENTURION: RUBY DARLING!
Darling hits the ring and gets to her feet where Rhodes charges toward her only to be sent over the top rope and out to the floor with a back body drop from Darling! Ruby drops down to the mat and rolls out to the floor giving chase to Rhodes around the ring! Inside the ring, Mason still has a half-assed Figure Four locked in on Reed who begins to roll over and reverses the pressure! The referee starts asking Mason to surrender but Milk releases the hold to save the match. Out on the floor Rhodes and Darling have separated to the corners of the participants. Ruby cheers on Jordan as he and Mason are getting back to their feet.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Huge shoutout to Ruby Darling for evening the odds and not allowing Milk Mason and Coding Rhodes to have their way for Jordan Reed!
Mason swings with a forearm smash, followed by a second and then a third before Mason bounces off the ropes only to be hoisted up in the air and driven into the mat with a vicious Spinbuster Slam! The crowd roars as Reed pops back up to his feet where he rallies the crowd! Reed stalks Milk Mason who begins to push himself up off the mat and back to his feet! Reed comes up from behind and plants Milk Mason with an Olympic Slam!
CENTURION: COUNTRY STRONG by Jordan Reed!
The crowd is on fire for Reed as he pops back up to his feet and calls for the Ankle Lock!
DERRICK DIAMOND: TAP OR SNAP!
Reed like a pitbull latches onto the right ankle of Mason and starts cranking on the Ankle Lock! Coding Rhodes climbs up on the apron distracting the referee as Milk Mason starts tapping out! The boos ring out from all over the building!
CENTURION: Come on! This is twice Coding has gotten involved and twice he’s saved Mason who is literally tapping out right now!
Coding starts to enter the ring which brings Ruby Darling sliding into the ring under the bottom rope where she gets to her feet and just as Coding Rhodes looks to break up the submission it’s Ruby Darling cutting him off with a Spear! The crowd roars louder and louder as we see Reed drop down to the mat and lock in a knee bar with the ankle lock still locked in!
Mason begins tapping out a second time with the referee in position who calls for the bell!
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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: JORDAN REED
Match Time: 6:34
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Reed releases the hold and gets to his feet where the referee and Ruby Darling raise his arms in victory.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Jordan Reed gets the submission and the victory when the odds are on an even playing field. Ruby Darling showed up right on time to keep Coding Rhodes at bat for Reed to make his statement.
CENTURION: I’m all for some united fronts with The Fortunate Ones running around. This is sure to be the start of an incredible journey for Jordan Reed.
Before Jordan can celebrate his win any further Coding Rhodes slides into the ring with a chair in hand and waffles Reed across the back with a chair shot that sends Reed through the ropes and out to the floor! Darling is spun around and jabbed in the midsection by Rhodes before being waffled across the back!
The referee immediately calls for the bell!
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CENTURION: The referee has called for the bell and this NO Disqualification match is underway!
Coding calls for Mason who is pulling himself up to his feet using the ropes. The boos ring out as Mason limps over and joins Rhodes in putting the boots to Ruby Darling!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Here we go again with these two!
Coding hands the chair to Mason before he picks Ruby up off the mat. Coding holds Ruby by both arms for Milk Mason who bangs the chair against the mat. Mason raises the chair high in the air! Reed slides into the ring and gets to his feet where he yanks the chair from Mason’s hands! Reed tosses the chair and spins Mason around where drives a boot in the midsection before hurling him out to the floor! Ruby breaks free from Rhodes grasp and spins around taking a back waist lock on Coding. Ruby hoists Rhodes into the air and drives him down into the mat where she floats over into a front face lock.
Reed rolls out to the floor and starts hammering away on Mason!
CENTURION: Reed is beating Milk Mason up the ramp! Shoutout to Reed and Darling for having each other’s backs tonight and not letting Milk Mason and Coding Rhodes have their way.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I like Ruby’s chances now that Milk Mason is not a factor.
Ruby releases the front face lock and gets back to her feet. She picks Rhodes up and follows it up with a body slam! Darling drops an elbow across the chest of Rhodes and makes the cover.
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THR…
Coding escapes with a kick out.
CENTURION: Ruby Darling is still learning her way in the wrestling industry. She’s got a huge upside, but you have to wonder if her lack of experience is going to cost her here even with a level playing field.
Ruby gets back to her feet where she picks Coding up off the mat and shoots him into a neutral corner. Ruby charges in after Rhodes and eats a reverse elbow. Darling staggers backward and Rhodes explodes out from the corner with a Spear! Rhodes makes the cover.
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THRE…
Darling kicks out to a pop from the crowd! Rhodes immediately rolls out to the floor taking full advantage of the No DQ Stipulation as he tosses the ring apron back and pulls out a table.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Rhodes is bringing a table into the equation.
Rhodes slides the table into the ring before sliding under the bottom ropes. Rhodes gets to his feet and starts stomping away at Darling several times to give himself time to turn and set up the table in the ring.
CENTURION: If Coding Rhodes puts Ruby Darling through that table he very well could secure his first victory.
Rhodes turns his attention back toward Darling and picks her up off the mat. Rhodes looks to drive Ruby face first off the table! Darling blocks with her hands, drives an elbow into his ribs of Rhodes, and reverses the positioning as she drives Rhodes face-first off the table! Ruby snatches Rhodes by the throat and looks for a Chokeslam! She hoists Rhodes up in the air but he thumbs Ruby in the eye! The crowd boos as Ruby drops Rhodes who lands on his feet and drives a boot into the midsection of Darling! Coding looks to hoist Darling up for a Suplex through the table!
Darling blocks the attempt!
Rhodes looks for a second Suplex attempt and counters with a knee into the midsection breaking Rhodes grasp. Darling snatches Rhodes by the throat and delivers a Chokeslam through the table! The crowd roars as Darling drops down making the cover hooking the inside leg.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: RUBY DARLING
Match Time: 5:45
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The crowd pops huge as Ruby gets her arm raised in victory! Ruby celebrates the victory as the scene fades back to the General Manager’s office to reveal Candice Page watching from a television monitor as we get a pop from the crowd.
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Candice sits behind her desk pivoting her attention toward the camera as she begins to make her address.
CANDICE PAGE: I wish I could sit here and say that I’m not surprised to see The Fortunate Ones; once again on Monday Night Brawl, Number One never acknowledges Number Two which is why I haven’t put a pin in this entire situation; attention whores will always be attention whores.
Candice smirks as she continues.
CANDICE PAGE: I want the Monday Night Brawl roster to know that a plan is in place, and when the time is right the Fortunate Ones will be dealt with accordingly. Now, that’s out of the way let’s shift our focus to where it matters and that’s on OUR product, and the WGWF Intercontinental Championship.
Candice pauses for a moment before she states.
CANDICE PAGE: As we all know we are in the midst of a series of Qualifying Matches for the Intercontinental Championship, in which Artemis and Tristan Slater have earned their spots in that particular match. The question then becomes what kind of match do we have to crown a New Champion in? Now, I’ve been thinking long and hard about what we’re going to do… and then it hit me. We’re going to do something that hasn’t been done in the WGWF in years.
The crowd starts to come alive as Candice continues.
CANDICE PAGE: On January 21st the WGWF Intercontinental Championship will be determined… Inside the ELIMINATION CHAMBER!
The Dallas crowd explodes at the match announcement!
CANDICE PAGE: Six will enter… One will emerge as the new Intercontinental Champion. Best of luck to those involved, and one thing for certain… whoever leaves with the Title is going to have earned it!
The scene fades back to ringside.
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Shaun Hart walks out on stage with a smirk on his face as he wears a tailor-made red blazer suit with some black shades to match. He stands up there soaking in all the attention he generates from the fans before making his way down the ramp and gets the fans more wild up as he puts his hands to his ear and tells them he can't hear them as he laughs in a couple of their faces before walking up the steel steps and stepping into the ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Brawl has just gone Hollywood!
CENTURION: The self-proclaimed greatest Hollywood actor and showman makes his way to a Brawl ring after shocking the World on Smash last week when he showed up out of nowhere to land a hand to his old friend Jmont.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yes he did but he payed for it by taking a shot to the ribs with a barbed wire bat from Devlin Knight.
Shaun gets a microphone from a staff at ringside and twirls it around in his hand as he walks around the ring with a smirk on his face as he looks out to the booing fans in attendance.and then begins to to put a single finger to his mouth to make them shush and then lifts the microphone up to his mouth.
Shaun Hart: THANK YOU FOR SHOWING ME RESPECT!!! Because I do not start talking until I am giving your undivided attention and I suggest you to listen up because I have a lot of important things to say and I will start by saying that the controversy that happened on Smash is exactly why I showed up to help my good friend and the GREATEST WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION that this company has ever seen in JOE MONTOURI!!!!!!
THE FANS GIVE A LOUD CHORUS OF BOOOS!
CENTURION: And deservingly so, the fans disagree with Shaun Hart.
DERRICK DIAMOND: They can disagree but Shaun has a point.
Shaun Hart: Disagree all you want but what I say holds truth and he would be on his way to becoming one of the greatest Tag Champions with The Fortunate Ones if it wasn't for that Son of a BITCH, Flash!!! I knew he was a snake slithering in the grass and that's why I made sure to be there to help Joe out but what I didn't calculate was that a man going through a midlife crisis and yes I'm talking about you Fred…
Shaun pauses and then smirks.
Shaun Hart: My apologies, it's Devlin these days right? Of course, it is because just like your son you are just as off-the-wall crazy as him, so I wasn't surprised to learn you cracked under pressure and wanted to change your identity but of course that didn't change your stupidity, because coming for The Fortunate ones is a big mistake and one you will answer for but you made another mistake that you will answer for right now, So Dev get your ass out here right now!!!!
CENTURION: Shaun has some balls to call out a man who took a barbed wire to him.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Shaun has never been scared of a fight , he just doenst fight fair one could say.
The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Coheed’s “Welcome home” smashes through the speakers and Devlin Knight appears up on the top of the ramp. He's not dressed to wrestle yet as his match comes up in the Main Event, currently he's wearing a pair of black Huarache sneakers, denim jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He takes a breath as the crowd continues to cheer and walks back and forth at the top of the ramp, tapping his temple as he pulls a microphone from his back pocket as the music dies off…
Devlin Knight: So let me get the straight Shaun, because knowing you for some time now I know you're not stupid, so you must be playing wilfully ignorant… First and foremost, let's get to the point of “changing my name” shall we? As I said we've known each other for a number of years now and you know my story, hell all the Wrestling dirt sheets know my story, the fans in the arenas and on social media know my story… I haven't “changed my name” doofus! I've reverted back to my given name at birth.
The crowd go wild and cheer Devlin’s name as he chuckles to himself and shakes his head before bringing the microphone back up.
Devlin Knight: And so, according to you I've made a mistake, coming for The Fortunate Ones? Why would you suggest that, Shaun? Why would you suggest the one man who's already punched J Mont’s clock and who we both know would stand the test of time with both Amber Mansley and Enigma in the ring, is making a mistake? Better yet actually Shaun, you say I've made a mistake I'm gonna answer for right now? Well let's get that off your chest first, shall we?
Shaun acts like he's asleep as he lays against the ropes and then shakes his head with a smirk.
Shaun Hart: I'm sorry you got a little boring there as usual but let's get down to the facts, you don't care about doing what's right. You are doing all this because of jealousy because you had to watch in IIW as Joe made it to the top of the mountain you never could reach and then you had to watch him rise to another mountain you haven't been able to reach, capturing both the IIW and WGWF World Championships while you are just runner up each time. Tell me Devlin how does it feel to be repeatedly second best in each promotion you're in with Joe?
Devlin smirks as he rocks the mic in his hand.
Devlin Knight: Oh Shaun I genuinely thought you were better than that, but you're just like Joseph eh? You have to mask your inadequacies with jokes, humor, mockery… You remember in IIW I never went for the World Title right? I took the UK belt and gave it worth, like I do with every belt I acquire…Did I manage to take the WGWF World Title on my return? No, I didn't, but is J Mont currently the Champ? No, he isn't… And remember something else Shaun, J Mont became the WGWF Title at a time when yours truly wasn't even active! Ask Joseph who's been on top when we've met inside the ring in WGWF too, eh? And maybe pull that tongue back from your Messiah just a bit! But first tell me what else the glorious J Mont can do, Shaun??
Shaun smirks for a moment, knowing he has Devlin exactly where he wants him…
Shaun Hart: I bet Joe could walk into a room with you and nail your lady!
Devlin doesn't say a word in response to that, the crowd go ape shit as he drops the mic and begins to stalk down to the ring, but before he hits the halfway mark, Shaun Hart holds his hand up as if to halt him.
Shaun Hart: You be wise to stop right there before you catch another charge!
Devlin, caught off guard by the comment, comes to a stop and looks at Shaun with a puzzled look.
Devlin Knight: The hell you talking about Shaun?
Shaun smirks and then lets out a laugh.
Shaun Hart: You see last week on Smash you assaulted me with a barbed wire bat and I didnt appreciate that, especially since I wasn't a contracted star with the WGWF yet, so which means you put your hands on an innocent civilian, so I made the right calls and have The Dallas Police Department here to arrest you!!!!
CENTURION: He can't be serious!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Judging by the amount of police coming out I'll say he's serious as a heart attack.
Devlin shouts at Shaun that this is bullshit as the Dallas Police Officer put his hands behind his back and reads him his rights as they put the cuffs on him as Shaun just laughs at the situation.
Shaun Hart: Enjoy your night in lock up Devlin.
Shaun keeps laughing but before the police can take Devlin away, Candice Page comes out on stage with a microphone in her hand.
Candice Page: Shaun what the hell do you think you are doing? Devlin is in an important Main Event match tonight and I call bullshit on these charges!
Shaun rolls his eyes.
Shaun Hart: You can call bull shit all you want but if you try to stop this arrest I’ll sue this company for everythings it's got and if you think I'm bluffing you better call Chris so he can tell you I have enough money to go to war in a courtroom!
Candice looks at Shaun and then at Devlin before walking over to speak to one of the officers for a moment and then turns her attention back to Shaun.
Candice Page: The arrest is legit but after this I want you out of my damn building!
She then looks at Devlin.
Candice Page: I’ll call Chris but in the meantime just sit tight and will find a way to get you bailed out in time for the match.
Devlin nods his head before giving Shaun one more last death stare before being escorted out by the police as Shaun just smiles as the camera cuts to a commercial break.
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Cameras cut to the backstage area where CJ Phoenix is standing with a notepad in hand, eyes focused on the paper as he scribbles between observations on surroundings and those who pass by. The audience can be heard popping in the background for CJ. Their volume picks it up as Spencer Adams steps into frame, grabbing CJ’s attention instantly.
Spencer Adams: My guy.
The two bring it in for an embrace, much to the delight of those in attendance.
CJ Phoenix: Lot to soak in here, man.
Spencer Adams: It’s everyone else that needs to be taking notes on The Luminary.
Mark Morgan: Haha! King Shiiiiiit reunion! I LOVE it!
The pair turn as does the camera with Mark, still favoring his forehead, approaches the two with Denir by his side.
Mark Morgan: Listen, I know I’m only contracted to this guy, but any friend of Spencer’s is a friend of ours. You need somebody to do the dirty work, you let me know and we are at your service.
CJ Phoenix: Thaaaaanks..
Mark nods and walks past the duo, rambling on in Denir’s ear as they fade from the frame. CJ turns back to the pad, tapping the pen against the side in contemplation.
Spencer Adams: Here, I got you.
Spencer takes the pen and pad from CJ and scrawls a quick run of characters across the paper before turning it to the camera.
DICKHEADS
He returns the materials and daps up his long term tag partner leaving CJ to address the camera.
Phoenix: Hello, world. I know you're all wondering what's with this notebook. Am I some kind of health inspector checking for safety violations? Nahhhh. Scouting talent to be a manager? Nope not quite. I've been taking this time to get a better feel for this place. A better understanding of the people on and off the roster. Last Brawl I sat by the commentary booth and got a solid sample of what to expect here. A lot of good talent. A bit of animosity here and there. Some sleazy car salesman trying to snake his way into Spencer's favor, and now he's seeking favor with me as well. Needless to say I've learned a lot already. However, there is one thing that caught my attention about the previous show that I'm here to address tonight.......
The Luminary of Despair slowly raises his head until his eyes line up with the camera lens.
Phoenix: Peter Vaughn.
The crowd boos at the sound of his name.
Phoenix: Of all the people that came out to the ring for one reason or another a couple of weeks ago, you went out of your way to stare me down after your match. Something that no one else did. You looked at me as if my mere presence bothered you. Have you taken issue with me, Vaughn? Because I'll upgrade that issue to a whole damn manga if you wanna throw down.
CJ closes his notebook. He pushes himself off the wall and steps closer to the camera.
Phoenix: I know the people have been anxious to see me in a WGWF ring again ever since Summer Madness. And since you seem to want to fight me so badly, how about we give everyone what they want. January. First Dance. CJ Phoenix vs Peter Vaughn.
The cheers from the audience return.
Phoenix: Consider this both a challenge and a chance for you to turn back, because if you go through with this, I won't be held liable for the damage I inflict on you or the despair that I leave you in.
He opens up his notebook once more and walks off as the camera fades.
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Jenny Myst preps her dynamic costume look for her typical half rave/half crazy motif. Surrounded by candles for prematch ambiance and mood setting. She glimpses at herself in the dressing room mirror. Wondering internally about Peter's match loyally for her huge tag bout just moments away, but shrugs off the concerns as a flashback hits. Remembering being covered in blood last Brawl. Her eyes boil. After her very privacy was violated by some Iconic asshole trying to make a statement. Myst punches the mirror. It breaks in a segmented web. The Television Champion sighs deeply.
She looks up to get a grip on the situation. The mirror is whole again. Unbroken. She gasps. In the reflection... she sees a bloody version of herself.
SHE SCREAMS!!!
Covering her eyes at first, then peaking through fingers subtly to reveal the seemless following of bloody Jenny has just as a regular reflected doppelganger. They peer through fingers at one another. Jenny moves her arms. Eventually building the courage to get nose to nose from the established comfort of controlled security. Unafraid of another Iconic ploy.
But it's false security.
Bloody Jenny grabs her head through the mirror!!! She struggles to wiggle free! Bloody Jenny releases a red mist. Myst jerks her head away but inhales some of it. Coughing to exhale the bloody intrusion, swinging at the mirror wildly. She closes her eyes. Clinching hard, knowing it can't be real. Through her same fingers she peaks out again. Her dressing room is back to normal. The mirror is back to the segmented pieces she broke in reality moments before. She touches her neck in relief. Still feeling weird like she exhales something. Jenny chalks it up to a vivid flashback and daydream. She gathers herself, putting her Championship around her perfect waist. Heading to guerilla for the tag match entrances.
The camera follows her out, then spins around... slowly approaching the dressing room door. It steady cams into the bathroom, where the segmented broken mirror pieces seem to spell...
"I NF EC T ED"
A suffocating fleeting tone takes over. In the corner of the room is a coiled Snake. The same one that ruined the Dubois family in the shadow of the crescent moon. Its tail rattles in striking posture.
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As the bell sounds, Bobby Ray Willis steps forward… and is immediately pushed back by Goth’s hand, as he shakes his head. Willis argues, wanting to start things, but Goth is adamant that he’s beginning. Meanwhile, Vaughn turns to Myst, with Myst claiming to have won the right to choose backstage. Vaughn just shrugs and goes to the apron, with Myst turning back to Goth with a sly grin on her face. She walks right up to Goth, raising her arms, feeling extremely confident. She trash talks him, reminding him that he’s never been able to beat her. She then slashes out a chop, slicing it across Goth’s chest, before laughing. Goth, though, barely flinches from it. He just stares at Myst, waiting for her to try again. She does so, swinging, and Goth catches her arm, quickly bringing her in with a short-arm clothesline!
Myst pops back up, looking stunned, but Goth doesn’t back down at all, knowing how dangerous Myst can be. He quickly delivers a snap suplex, driving Myst down, then does it again, and then a third time, throwing Myst around to take the early advantage. He then pulls Myst back up, this time locking her in an abdominal stretch. Behind him, Willis is stomping with happiness, as he seems to want to get tagged in. But Goth is more intent on inflicting damage early, as he works over Myst in the submission. Vaughn, watching from the ropes, seems to consider things, before stepping through into the ring. Goth immediately drops the hold, turning towards Vaughn, ready to go, as the ref quickly gets between them. The two men just do a staredown, though, before Vaughn steps back to the ropes.
CENTURION: There’s a lot of history between many of these competitors. Goth and Myst have battled many times, while Goth and Vaughn have been stablemates.
DERRICK DIAMOND: That makes Bobby Ray Willis the dark horse, as none of these wrestlers have worked much with him.
CENTURION: Well, right now, Goth seems more confident in himself than his partner, as he’s got no interest in tagging in Willis yet.
As Goth goes back to Myst, pulling her up, he doesn’t take his eyes off Vaughn, who is standing on the apron, listening to the referee’s warning. Unfortunately for Goth, Myst is ready, as she lashes out with a thumb to the eye, blinding the Messiah of Pain! Goth stumbles back, trying to clear his vision, even as Myst sets herself, still with a dark smile on her face. She runs forward, leaping onto Goth and spinning around him, getting a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown on the big man. With Goth down in front of her, Myst grabs at the leg, cradling him back to make the pin attempt…
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And Goth immediately kicks out, having plenty left in the tank. This doesn’t seem to both Myst, as she hops right up and stomps away on Goth’s head, taking glee at keeping the larger man down. As Goth struggles to get up, rising up on his hands and knees, Myst drops both knees into his back, knocking him back down. Myst then turns and looks over at Willis, who appears ready to shed all his clothes and get in there. Myst raises an eyebrow, not impressed, before grabbing hold of Goth in a reverse chin lock. She works to hold him there, making him face his partner, as she strains backwards in the submission hold, trying to keep Goth in position while wearing him down.
CENTURION: I’ve known Jenny Myst for a long time. She is one of the most unpredictable wrestlers in the game.
DERRICK DIAMOND: She definitely enjoys every bit of pain she can inflict in there, making her extremely dangerous. Is it weird that Vaughn might actually be the less lethal of the two?
CENTURION: These days, I’d rather fight Vaughn.
Goth is refusing to stay down to the submission, as he starts fighting his way up to his feet. Myst hangs on for just a few seconds too long, finally releasing it and running to the ropes to charge back at him. But Goth catches her in mid-leap, lifting Myst easily off the canvas and delivering a thunderous spinebuster that shakes the ring!! With Myst down, Goth quickly twists around and makes the cover, ensuring that his eyes can be on Vaughn as he tries for the pin. The ref slides into position next to them, hitting the mat…
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But Myst is able to push her shoulder off the canvas, keeping this one going. Goth, shaking his head, hauls Myst up again, lifting her onto his shoulder as he takes a few steps back, preparing for a big maneuver… and then he feels the slap in his back, as Bobby Ray Willis reaches over and tags himself in! Goth turns, stunned, as Willis steps into the ring, smiling at him. He waves Goth closer, reaching up and grabbing a still-dazed Myst off his shoulder, then slamming her down on the canvas! With Goth having no choice, he heads to the apron, as Willis goes off the ropes and drops an elbow, before making the cover, grabbing for a handful of tights as he does so…
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TH-no, Myst pushes him off, staying in it.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I don’t think Goth appreciated that move from Willis. He wanted to be in control of this contest.
CENTURION: I honestly expected the dysfunction to be more on the side of Myst and Vaughn…
DERRICK DIAMOND: Well, it’s early in the match yet. All of these wrestlers might turn on each other eventually.
Willis has Myst up now, yanking her by the hair as he drags her towards a neutral corner. He bangs Myst’s head into the turnbuckle, seemingly having a great time as he knocks her senseless. As Myst hangs in the corner, Willis backs away, raising his hands up in the air and using them to mock-aim at the Television champion. He then runs forward, leaping up with a racing knee attack… and Myst pulls herself out of the way, with Willis crashing into the turnbuckle instead!! Willis falls backwards, clutching at his leg, as Goth angrily pounds on the top rope, upset. In the meantime, Myst starts rolling to her side, getting closer to her corner. She looks up at Vaughn, who slowly extends a hand towards her. She slaps it, bringing the former two-time World Champion into the contest.
In the corner, Willis gets himself up, limping slightly, but Vaughn is already coming in at full speed, leaping onto Willis and twisting around him for a tilt-a-whirl DDT! He spikes Willis into the mat, then pops up, immediately rushing over to the turnbuckle. As Willis starting to pull himself up again, Vaughn is in mid-flight from the second turnbuckle, scoring a diving double axehandle shot that knocks Willis back to the ground! But Vaughn isn’t done there, as he quickly goes through the ropes to the apron, lining himself up before springboarding himself back into the ring with a corkscrew splash, crashing down onto Willis for the attempted pin! The ref dives into place, as Goth contemplates stepping through the ropes for the save…
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And Willis is able to kick out on his own, pushing Vaughn off of him.
CENTURION: Vaughn does look like he has a new sense of determination lately, after losing the gold for the second time.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yeah, he’s bringing a lot of fire into the contest, although that could be because he wants to finish early and get out of here. You never know with that guy.
Vaughn is on top of Willis now, delivering the Insult To Injury face wipe into the mat. Willis pushes him off, looking upset at anyone trying to mess with his perfect blonde hair. He staggers up, as Vaughn sets himself nearby. He runs in, leaping up onto Willis for a hurricanrana… and then slips right off, being sent hard back to the mat!! Vaughn rolls away, stunned, as Willis looks at him for a moment, then laughs, slapping at his well-oiled chest. He starts bragging about having taken a World Champion down, then notices that Vaughn is already using the ropes to get to his feet. Seeing this, Willis spins and tags in Goth quickly, telling him to take charge and not half-ass it.
After giving Willis an aggrieved look, Goth steps through the ropes and walks over towards Vaughn, who sees him coming. The two men look at each other, acknowledging their history and their competitive natures. They nod to each other… and then start slugging each other, going straight into a wild brawl that brings the fans to their feet! A few seconds into it, Goth gets control, landing several shots in a row, before pushing Vaughn into the corner. He starts landing a few forearm shots, but Vaughn is able to catch him and reverse it, getting Goth in the corner and landing some sizzling chops to the chest. But Goth returns the favor, getting Vaughn in there, and begins blistering Vaughn’s chest with his own chops, as both men are putting everything they’ve got into the shots.
CENTURION: This is what people came to see! Vaughn and Goth going full tilt against each other!
DERRICK DIAMOND: They may be friends, but wrestling comes first, and there’s too much riding on this contest!
The two wrestlers are continuing to go at it, with Vaughn using the turnbuckle to kick Goth away from him. He then goes up to the second ‘buckle again and leaps off, trying for another axehandle, but this time Goth catches him, lifting Vaughn up and delivering a release German suplex that flings Vaughn halfway across the ring! With Vaughn hurting, Myst hops on the ropes, stretching his direction, but he’s too far away, as Goth cuts him off. He picks up Vaughn, setting him up for an atomic drop into the corner, but Vaughn slips off the back, landing behind Goth and quickly grabbing him with both arms and legs over his back, dragging Goth backwards into a crucifix-style pin!
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2!!
And Goth is able to kick out, getting his weight free in time. Both wrestlers get up, with Vaughn kicking Goth in the stomach, then grabbing him by the head. He points towards the turnbuckle, wanting a tornado DDT, but as Vaughn pulls them that direction, Goth puts on the brakes, instead throwing Vaughn forward into the turnbuckle! Vaughn, with cat-like reflexes, lands on the ropes instead of hitting. He springs back off, somersaulting around towards his opponent… but Goth catches him in mid-air, twisting him around and delivering the Goth Plex!!! The crowd cheers the massive maneuver, as Goth makes the cover, hanging onto Vaughn’s legs…
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2!!
And Jenny Myst is in there, kicking Goth in the head to break up the pin attempt!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That could have been the end of this one, but Myst is watching out for her partner!
CENTURION: Either that, or Myst just was itching to kick Goth in the head again.
DERRICK DIAMOND: That’s also a possibility…
The referee moves to try and get Myst out of there, even as Willis comes quickly into the ring. He grabs hold of Goth, quickly pushing the man towards their corner, and slaps his hands together loudly. As the ref turns back around, Willis drops onto Vaughn, applying a knee directly into his spine, while cranking back on his head. The referee steps forward, questioning Willis being in there, but he shakes his head, saying it was a legal tag. Vaughn, meanwhile, starts to fight against the hold, pulling away at Willis’ fingers, so Willis releases it and gets up, quick to step onto the back of Vaughn’s knee in hopes of doing some more damage to the ligaments there.
Willis then turns to Myst, rubbing a hand across his greased-up body and directing it at her with a flick of his wrist. Myst, for her part, doesn’t even look away, as she looks ready to destroy the man. In the meantime, Willis goes back to Vaughn, hauling him up and getting the smaller wrestler in his arms, before tossing Vaughn with a fallaway slam! Vaughn rolls near the ropes, stunned, as Willis gets to his feet. He looks extremely confident now, pointing over at Goth, who appears to want to be tagged in. But Willis ignores him, going over to Vaughn and calling for Greetings From Texas!! He whips the dazed Vaughn into the ropes, then goes for the lariat… but Vaughn goes under it, rebounding off the ropes behind them. Willis spins, trying again, but Vaughn goes under a second time… then springs to his left, reaching out desperately and slapping Myst’s hand!
CENTURION: Vaughn makes the hot tag to Myst!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Vaughn knew his best chance was to get the fresher wrestler in, and he sacrificed it all in that dive towards her!
Vaughn, having hit the ropes, rolls off the apron to the floor, even as Myst charges inside, intent on making it count. Willis turns, his eyes widening at what just happened. He steps back, as if considering tagging Goth back in, but Myst is already on him, leaping onto him and flipping over, landing the Glitter Blizzard!! The crowd pops at the maneuver, as Myst hangs on, trying to keep Willis down for the count…
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2!!
TH-And Willis kicks out!
Both wrestlers pop up, with Myst staying on the offensive with a series of forearm shots, stunning the larger man. She then lands a legsweep, putting Willis onto the mat, before going for the Blissful Curb Stomps! But Willis is able to block it, shoving Myst away before getting to his feet. Myst comes right back at him, but Willis counters with an eye rake, earning a threat from the referee. Willis doesn’t care, though, as he picks Myst up and throws her down with a bodyslam. He points at her, upset at her attacks on him, waiting for her to rise up before he quickly takes her back down again with a roll-up, again clutching at the tights to keep her down…
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2!!
THR-and Vaughn is back in, getting the flying stomp to break up the pin!
CENTURION: This one’s been a wild one!
DERRICK DIAMOND: And it’s only getting wilder, as I think the referee is starting to lose control!
The ref is yelling at Vaughn to get out of the ring, but it’s too late, as Goth has already come in, and the two men are again swinging away at each other. They fall back to the side, fighting through the ropes, as the ref gets caught up with them, all three of them falling outside to the floor!! In the ring, Myst is getting up, confused at what’s happening. Behind her, Willis has reached into his trunks, pulling out a set of brass knuckles!! He wraps them around his hand, waiting as Myst readjusts her bra, facing away from him. She turns, as Willis charges in, his hand ready to swing… and Myst blasts him in the face with pepper spray, blinding him!!!
As Willis stumbles back, gasping, his manager, Cooper, jumps up on the apron, only to immediately get sprayed himself!! He falls down, off the apron, as Myst turns back to Willis, who blindly lashes out with the brass knuckles, grazing across the barely-dodging forehead of Myst. She responds, getting behind him and twisting him down into a cover, now clutching at the trunks herself!! At that very moment, the ref comes back into the ring, fed up with Goth and Vaughn, and dives in to do his job, making the count…
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THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JENNY MYST & PETER VAUGHN
Match Time: 16:04
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Willis kicks out almost at the very same time as the third count, but the referee still signals for the bell, saying this one’s over. He also notices the brass knuckles sitting on the ground, picking them up and wondering where they came from. Willis, meanwhile, is yelling about his eyes, saying that he was cheated, while Myst has already rolled out of the ring. Nearby, Goth and Vaughn have stopped fighting at the bell, turning towards the ring, neither one actually knowing what happened at first until they hear the announcement.
CENTURION: It got dirty there at the end, but for now, Myst gets the upper hand over the #1 contender to her title!
DERRICK DIAMOND: I’d say Myst and Vaughn make a very interesting team. We’ll have to see if they partner up again in the future.
CENTURION: As for Goth and Willis, I don’t think Goth looks very happy with what happened.
Goth is shaking his head, furious at what just transpired. Willis, for his part, has gotten some water from his girlfriend, Doll E, and is cleaning out his vision. Myst is dancing up the aisleway, pleased, with Vaughn rubbing the back of his neck as he follows.
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Before we can get to the next match or the next segment, Artemis’s muse, Donatello, jogs down the aisle to the ring, being engulfed with both jeers and cheers. Mostly jeers. He has an object inside a silk cloth bag and immediately hops into the ring.
Centurion: Oh not this guy. We heard Artemis has a big announcement and I guess it’s time for that.
Derrick Diamond: Have some class. Artemis is one of the few who have stood up to the Fortunate Ones so I have some respect for her even though my boy J Mont is gonna tear her ass up if she keeps clout chasing him.
Centurion: I don’t think the Fortunate Ones care. They have bigger fish to fry anyway. I do respect her for putting on a banger of a match against Toddy last Brawl.
Inside the ring Donatello greets everyone with a smile and bow.
Donatello: Thank you for that warm welcome, Dallas! How bout them Cowboys huh? That Dak Preston sure knows how to slam-dunk those touchdowns. One of the best sports-ball players in the world right now.
The crowd pops loudly for their team and Dak, who is sitting front row looking confused at Donatello. They’re not so much cheering for Donatello.
Donatello: Alright, alight, alright. Let’s get into what you all come out here to see tonight. As spoken of in the news articles online, Artemis does indeed have a special thing prepared that will make you all happy. So let me introduce you to the first person to punch their ticket to First Dance.. Hailing from Paris right here in TEXAS…………your homestate hero……. THE ARTISTE…. ARTEMIS!
“No Easy Way Out” by Robert Tepper plays and the fans inside the American Airlines Arena give a respectable cheering reaction as the Artiste produces herself in artistic fervor and attire.
She trots to the ring with an aura of confidence about her, as anybody would coming off a win against the great Todrick Ramsey. She ascends the steps and is regarded into the ring by parted ropes held by her muse. She immediately takes center stage and extends her arms in basking of the praise she so richly deserves.
CROWD: AR-TE-MIS! AR-TE-MIS! AR-TE-MIS!
She signals and her music stops. She plays to the home-state fans and bows.
Artemis: Thank you for that wonderful home-state welcome. It fills me with warmth and resolve. I can think of no better place to make this much-anticipated announcement that I’ve had brewing for the past week. There’s also no other person than my cherished muse, Donatello, to do the honors. So, shall we?
Donatello joyfully removes the silk cloth from the object previously hidden, and it is revealed to be…….
(Like this but even prettier)
Donatello: Dallas, Texas I introduce to you your NEW interim WGWF Intercontinental Champion…………. Leader of the Renassaince …. ARTEMIIIIIIIIIIIIS!
The arena erupts with cheers as Donatello wraps the belts around Artemis’ waist and snaps it shut. He then does a little happy dance and the two hug.
Centurion: I’m pretty sure this is BS. I expect Candice to have a say-so in this. She might come out and put an end to this right now.
Derrick Diamond: I don’t think so. She doesn’t want that smoke from Artemis. That belt is custom-made too. It looks so good on her. It’s so artsy and glam. I bet it glows in the dark. Shame my homies in the Fortunate Ones are gonna take it from her when they see her.
Artemis: This company needs to have an Intercontinental Champion even if it’s in the interim until First Dance. I refuse to have this prestigious title lie vacant on the side, being depreciated even more than it was during Cholo’s lengthy but uneventful reign. The belt design was garish, to be honest, so I applied my artistic brilliance to it and had it made into something worth the eye to behold. Thank you, thank you.
She blows a kiss to the cheering fans who seem rather pleased with her logic and reasoning.
Artemis: It’s not like Candice was going to do anything with it except keep it on a shelf until First Dance. Especially when I’m involved after all of the mistreatment and abuse of power she has brought against me. Candice can always come down here and try to take it off of me, but I don’t think she will since she’s more comfortable using her stroke of pen power these days. She is old, you know? So many wrinkles she needs to be ironed.
Centurion: She better watch it. Candice always has one good fight left in her and if Artemis isn’t careful she might get spanked for all these conspiracy theories and trash-talking to the Pages.
Derrick Diamond: You gotta admit Artemis has been making some sense with some of her conspiracy stuff. I don’t think it's all true but there are some things she’s said that do have some merit.
The crowd again responds surprisingly well to her comments.
Artemis: It’s called taking the initiative. Something the Afro Two-Shoes doesn’t understand even as a world champion now. While he’s playing neutral to the faction that is vowing to destroy this place, I am hereby making a challenge, once again, to the Fortunate Ones. I know you’re here. Last Brawl I laid down a gauntlet match challenge and it has not been answered. I, as the current interim Intercontinental Champion, am willing to put this title on the line right here right NOW! So, gather the courage and get down here now!
The crowd goes crazy with the challenge and wants it to happen.
Centurion: OK, I have my reservations about her still, but what she is doing is admirable if not stupid. She is biting off more than she can chew barking so loud at the Fortunate Ones.
Derrick Diamond: I can’t wait for my crew to come out here and get busy with it. Come on, J Mont. Get the crew assembled and add another belt to the gang!
30 seconds pass. Nothing.
45 seconds pass. Nothing.
Artemis sits Indian-style in the ring and motions for them to come.
1 minute passes. Nothing.
The crowd jeers.
Another full minute passes. Nothing.
Finally, Artemis gives up.
Artemis: How can a collection of so many talented wrestlers not find a speck of courage between them to take me on? Well, my Texas family, I did what I could. Blame them for being cowards. Blame Candice for abusing her power and not booking me to compete tonight. I made her mad when I beat her henchman Todrick. Speaking of Toody. I need to clear something up. I’ve been ridiculed for needing to “cheat” against her to win despite my no-cheating code of ethics. Yes, unfortunately, my muse did something I don’t normally approve of. I was upset with him for a little bit afterward. Upon rethinking things, I’m not sorry at all, and I commend Donatello for beating Austin to the punch. Yes, Austin and Toddy are members of CCPE, which is known to have seedy people in it and often they are prone to flipping on a dime or doing dastardly things. Donatello didn’t trust Austin to play fair, so he beat him to it.
Centurion: Yeah, right. Bullshit.
Derrick Diamond: She makes sense. Imagine if Donatello wasn’t around to beat Austin to the punch.
Centurion: Just because Artemis has a vagina and a pulse doesn’t mean you take her side on everything and be a simp.
Derrick Diamond: Hey! She has more than a vagina and a pulse. She has breasts and an artistic mind.
Centurion: You need help.
Artemis nods as the fans cheer and give their voiceful opinions about it.
Artemis: Well, sorry for the let-down about competing. Blame Candice. Please also donate to the charity I created. It’s for me. Candice has abused her power so much that she’s withholding portions of my pay, so I’m in dire straights financially right now. We’re sleeping out of fleabag motels and sometimes in our car. Go to my GoFundMe page and donate, please. I plan on using the funds to get on my feet and to also file a lawsuit against the Pages so that all my matches will now be officiated by female referees, since there’s not enough female representation in that sector, and also because the male referees are always checking out my ass during my matches instead of doing their jobs. Thank you for being part of the Renaissance and God bless every single soul out there! MUAH!
She blows a huge kiss to the fans and they catch the kiss and kiss back. Her music plays, she bows, and they exit the ring.
Centurion: What a farce. Artemis has now started ANOTHER conspiracy against the Pages. This time it’s that they intentionally don’t employ female referees. I can’t keep up with the conspiracies she’s drummed up so far. One thing you the fans should know is a fact is that Artemis is NOT the interim IC champion. This isn’t the UFC or boxing. We don’t do placeholder stuff here. Derrick, I’m surprised you haven’t cut me off. I’m ragging on one of your favs right now.
Derrick Diamond: Shhh! I’m trying to donate to Artemis’s GoFundMe. Take us to the next match or something.
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CENTURION: Well ladies and gentlemen we will go ahead and go down to the ring for our next contest live here on Monday Night Brawl!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Ohhhh yeah time for some Latoya Hixx BABEEEEE!!!
CENTURION:You are also aware Uriah Cain is in this match as well right Derrick?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yes, but I mean I don’t really find him nearly as attractive, but I guess it’s cool that you do bud! I’m glad you finally told me, I kinda always figured?
CENTURION: Wait wha?...NO BLOCK HEAD! IN the name of all that is holy what the hell did I do in my past life to make me deserve this? You are incorrigible!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That’s not true Cen I happen to be very brave!
CENTURION: …Mrs. Candice Page this is what you give me to work with!
DERRICK DIAMOND: So whats with all the small talk we gunna get this friggin show on the road or what?
Rise from the ASHES begins to blare over the PA system as the fans all stand in unison ready to welcome on of Brawl’s newest stars…But as the song plays no one emerges from behind the curtain. The fans are all looking around confused as the announcers try to avoid the awkwardness of dead air…
CENTURION: Well I wonder what in the hell this is all about? Sorry folks but presently we aren’t exactly sure of Latoya’s Hixx’s whereabouts…But this is Monday Night Brawl so she could literally be anywhere!
DERRICK DIAMOND: If she went to SMASH I’ll most likely take it personally!
CENTURION: Well here comes her opponent perhaps he may know something…
RX by Saliva blares over the PA system as the crowd still confused about where Latoya Hixx is, the collective attention of everyone in the arena shoots towards the entrance ramp as we see Uriah Cain emerge from behind the curtain with a shit eating grin plastered across his face, as well as what appears to be a broken broomstick in his hand that he immediately discards the moment he stepsout pinto the stage.
The fans give him a mixed reaction as he takes his time making his way to the ring.
CENTURION: Yeah this guy definitely knows something I’d bet all your money on it DERRICK!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: No can do bro, SUBWAY aint free and neither is Taco Bell for that matter! But yeah I’m thinkin this dude is lookin pretty SUS here as well!
CENTURION:I mean you all saw the moment he made his way onto the entrance ramp, he threw something away, looked like some kind of stick…maybe a broken broom handle?
DERRICK DIAMOND: OR like a wicked BOW STAFF?
CENTURION: I highly doubt it was a bow staff!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That’s too bad…be a whole lot cooler if it was!
CENTURION: SO you are saying it would be cool because if Uriah Cain is responsible for Latoya Hixx absence he more than likely used the “wicked bow staff” to take her out?
DERRICK DIAMOND: NO I did not say that!! I would never say that about a respectable, classy, and beautiful person such as Latoya Hixx, and I will not hear another slanderous word!
CENTURION: OK, they were your words but whatever!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Look Cen how about you just shut up and let’s hear what Uriah Cain has to say?
CENTURION: Yes and of course he already has a mic! Look at that shit eating grin plastered across his face. He DID IT…I KNOW HE DID!
The music is cut off as Uriah Cain runs his hand across his throat calling for the music to be cut. The fans let out a loud boo for the delay in action as Uriah Cain holds up his hands mouthing for the fans to TAKE IT EASY, before he places the mic up to his lips and begins to speak.
Uriah Cain: GOOD EVENING WGWF BRAWL FANS, are WE ENJOYING THE SHOW HERE TONIGHT?
…He gets a pop as the audience gives a resounding answer that they are enjoying themselves so far. Uriah Cain holds the mic away from his mouth as he laughs and points to some fans in the crowd causing a ruckus. Uriah Cain then quickly turns his attention to the official standing in the ring. Cain walks over and puts his hand on the ref’s shoulder and begins to speak once again.
Uriah Cain: Sorry Mr. Ref sir I don’t know your name, and I probably won’t remember it if you tell me so let’s not waste any more time than we already have on silly pleasantries, because I come before you this evening bearing some…unfortunate news! I was told by a very close source of mine that Latoya Hixx will not be able to make it to the match here this evening. I heard she wasn’t feeling very well…Something to the effect of having a splitting headache, in and out of consciousness, and maybe even a little diarrhea…But that last one is just hearsay so please don’t quote me on it. Now on behalf of the entire WGWF roster, I would like to humbly apologize for this! But I mean to be fair if you do want to blame someone for not giving you your money worth then feel free to heap it all on Ms. Latoya Hixx, I mean, who knows if she is really even sick right…?
Then almost as if on que the jumbotron above the entrance ramp immediately cuts backstage where we see very frantic medical professionals doing everything they can to check on Latoya Hixx who had indeed been attacked backstage. We see the sweep part of a broken broom not far from where Latoya was laid out just a few moments ago.But as we can all clearly see for ourselves she has completely regained consciousness, and is doing everything she can to get these medics out of her face so she can get down to the ring to hand someone a much over due receipt. One of the nurses is trying to shine a light in her eyes checking for a concussion, but Latoya Hixx grabs her by the back of the head and HEADBUTTS her. The nurse hits the ground almost instantly…and is immediately met with an ENORMOUS POP from the live audience as Latoya Hixx shoves her way passed the two other medics who threw their hands up and let her pass. The camera stays with her all the way from the med station all the way to the gorilla position where she nods at the tech guys and they play her music live. The camera then quickly cuts back to Uriah Cain who at this point is about MID-Temper Tantrum as the fans are all over him.
SHE’s GUNNA KILL YOU
SHE’S GUNNA KILL YOU
SHE’s GUNNA KILL YOU
Cain puts his hands over his ears and shakes his head as Latoya Hixx has a death stare locked onto Uriah Cain as she slowly makes her way down to the ring. You can tell she is still hurt, as she is walking with a slight limp. But the look on her face is one of pure and absolute rage as Uriah Cain holds his hands up as Latoya gets within a step of the steel ring steps. We can hardly overhear Uriah urging Latoya to be calm and rational, but she and the fans are having NONE OF IT!
CENTURION: And HERE SHE COMES, and boy oh boy does she look PISSED?!?
DERRICK DIAMOND:: Yeah how much would someone have to pay you to switch places with Uriah Cain right now?
CENTURION: I’m not sure but it had better be a lot, because when you go sneaking around trying to take short cuts sometimes it comes back to bite you in the ass sooner rather than later!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Don’t you threaten us with a good time SIR! But look at Cain you can tell he was well on his way to his first victory here on BRAWL, but instead he still has to wrestle the match and she is at least ten times more pissed then she normally would be!
CENTURION: But let’s be fair and point out Latoya utterly and violently refused medical attention. She could very well have a concussion or something for all we know. I think Latoya should get in there and do everything she can to end it quickly, because the only person in the world right now that knows whether or not she is OK…is Latoya Hixx herself!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yeah, but look at her man she is too furious to be injured!
CENTURION: Mixed paint chips into your popcorn again didn't they?
The ref is pleading with Latoya Hixx to seek proper medical care, but she is having none of it as she steps through the ropes and lunges towards Cain, but the ref was able to keep the two of them apart. The ref demands Cain back into the corner on the opposite side of the ring as the ref asks Latoya if she is willing to go through with this, as for the first time since she made her way out to the arena Latoya’s gaze turns to the ref as we see her mouth the words
“RING THE GOT DAMN BELL
DERRICK DIAMOND: YESSSS SIR YOU HEARD THE LADY!!!
CENTURION: And it looks like we are doing this after all!, I really do hope Latoya made the right decision because if she made the wrong one it could cost her everything!
DERRICK DIAMOND: ACTION, DRAMA, and at least one really dashing and charming commentator make up the recipe that is Monday Night BRAWL…THE STANDARD of WGWF competition!
CENTURION: Takin shots at the other show are ya?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Well I just think they should RECOGNIZE! They wanna beef, aint no chickens over here DUDE!
CENTURION: NOPE, and there is the bell HERE WE GO!!!
As ref motions for the bell to be rung the fans let out a huge pop as it looks like both competitors are going to start from opposite corners, but Uriah Cain runs over while the ref is checking Latoya for illegal objects. Latoya sees this and is able to move herself and the ref out of the way before Uriah Cain can clobber one or both of them. Uriah Cain falls onto his knees as he was looking a hard clothesline. But he quickly shoots himself up to his feet but right at the precise moment Cain’s face becomes visible to Latoya Hixx she backs up and then comes forward damn near taking Cain’s head off his shoulders with a PICTURE PERFECT SUPERKICK!!!! Cain falls down on the canvas as the fans pop loudly once again.
Latoya Hixx doesn’t give Cain a moment to breathe as she pounces on him using her knees to pin his shoulders down, the ref drops down to make the count
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Hixx YANKS CAIN’S HEAD OFF THE MAT AND SHE IS HAMMERING HIM WITH WILD FOREARM SHOTS TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! The ref is pleading with Latoya to allow Uriah Cain back to his feet, and she refuses…Until the ref reaches the count of 4. She then throws her hands up and stands up and motions for Uriah Cain to get back up on his feet. He looks up at Latoya Hixx with disdain as he quickly gets back to his feet. The ref keeps Latoya back until Cain signals he is ready and then the ref gets out of the way and we are off to the races again.
CENTURION: And HERE WE GO AGAIN! Cain needs a new game plan and fast!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Easier said than done hombre!!! Latoya Hixx appears to be in the zone!!!
CENTURION: But still I have to wonder if she really is ok?...Once the adrenaline wears off she may find she is seriously injured or…
DERRICK DIAMOND: OK OK Bill Nye cool it with the hypotheticals…Sure she got her bell rung, but this is what she does for a living, wasn’t the first time and if I had to hazard a guess I’d say it won’t be the last either!
CENTURION: For her sake I sure do hope you are right!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Trust ME CEN…I have a 6th sense about these kinds of things!
Both competitors emerge from their separate corners and begin circling each other once more. Latoya is the first to make contact as she nails Uriah Cain right in the midsection with a spinning back kick. Cain doubles over as Latoya Hixx grabs Cain by both of his ears rares her head back and then thunderously slams it forward into the bridge of Uriah Cain’s nose. The fans let out a collective gasp as the sound of that hit echoed throughout the entire arena.Cain hits the canvas hard as Latoya Hixx looks to continue her assault but after she takes her first step she hesitates almost as if she forgot what she was doing. She took her eyes off of Uriah Cain in the process and now he wasn’t where she left him. Hixx’s eyes survey everything in front of her and he is no where to be found. By the time it dawns her where her opponent is it’s too late as Uriah Cain firmly wraps his arms around LAtoya Hixx’s wasit and plants his legs looking for a German suplex, but Latoya blocks it. SHe throws a quick back elbow and then goes into a standing backswitch. No Latoya has Noah Cain by his waist. SHe plants her legs and tries to lift, but before she can get it up, she doesn’t even see Cain’s elbow flying toward her face.
The blow lands and makes a sound everyone in the arena hears. Uriah Cain got every bit of that back elbow smash, and he can tell something is clearly wrong with Latoya Hixx as she appears to be very disoriented. She does her best to shake the cobwebs loose, but when she looks up she sees Uriah Cain lunging towards her as he ABSOLUTLEY CLOCKS Latoya Hixx with a vicious ROARING ELBOW. We see Latoya’s eyes rolls into the back of her head as her knees buckle and give out, but before she can fall to the canvas Uriah Cain grabs a dazed Latoya Hixx shoves her head underneath his armpit and then falls backwards drilling her head first into the canvas. The sound LAtoya Hixx’s makes when it hits the canvas causes those close enough to see to look away or squint their eyes. Latoya Hixx now is on the mat in LA LA LAND. The fans are giving Uriah Cain the business as he drops down hooks LAtoya’s leg and shoves his forearm in her face for good measure as the ref drops down to make the count while everyone in the arena is on their feet in disgust as we hear them count along with the ref’s hands as it smacks the canvas
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: URIJAH CAIN
Match Time: 9:43
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Cain scores the victory as he gets his arm raised on his Monday Night Brawl debut.
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The arena lights dim, and a hush falls over the crowd in anticipation. The opening chords of their new entrance theme begin to play, the rhythm pulsating through the speakers, setting a tone of excitement and energy. The music is a perfect blend of intensity and melody, with a beat that gets the crowd instantly pumped up.
Suddenly, the stage erupts in a dazzling display of pyrotechnics. Red and purple flames shoot up, synchronized with the beat of the music, creating a stunning visual effect. As the flames die down, spotlights converge on the entrance ramp, where Austin and Todrick stand, ready to make their grand entrance.
Austin is clad in a sleek, new wrestling gear that perfectly embodies his persona. His outfit is predominantly black, with striking red accents highlighting his muscular build. The gear has a modern, edgy design, with angular patterns and sharp lines, giving him a fierce and formidable appearance. His boots and knee pads are a bold red, complementing the rest of his attire. The overall look exudes power and intensity, perfectly capturing Austin's in-ring style and personality.
Beside him, Todrick is a vision in her new gear, which masterfully combines her favorite colors of purple, red, and magenta. Her attire is both elegant and fierce, with a design that emphasizes her agility and strength. The fabric has a shimmering quality, catching the light as she moves, creating a mesmerizing effect. Her top is a deep purple, fitting snugly to showcase her athletic physique, while her wrestling bottoms are a vibrant mix of red and magenta, with intricate patterns that add a touch of flair. Her boots, a glossy magenta, complete the ensemble, making her look both regal and ready for battle.
Together, they stride down the ramp with confidence and charisma, their chemistry and unity evident in every step. The crowd erupts in cheers, the energy in the arena reaching a fever pitch. Fans hold up signs and banners, showing their support for the beloved duo.
As they reach the ring, Austin helps Todrick onto the apron before climbing in himself. They stand in the center of the ring, arms raised, soaking in the crowd's adoration. Their presence is commanding, their energy infectious, and it's clear to everyone in attendance that they are a force to be reckoned with.
The music fades, but the excitement lingers in the air. Austin and Todrick are ready to face the eyes viewing them in the ring, their new dynamic entrance a declaration of their renewed vigor and unwavering determination. The Ramseys have arrived, and they're here to deliver a message.
The energy in the arena was electric, a buzz of anticipation as Austin and Todrick Ramsey stood in the center of the ring at Monday Night Brawl. The crowd erupted into cheers as Austin grabbed a microphone, ready to address their fans and the wrestling world.
Austin’s voice resonated through the arena. "Wrestling has always been more than a sport to me. It's been a journey, a battle, a way to prove myself. The world may have overlooked me in the past, but I've shown that I'm a force to be reckoned with. Congratulations to Cholo on his victory, but don't get too comfortable. I'll be back, and the story might end differently next time."
Todrick then took the mic, her presence commanding and confident. "Wrestling, to me, is about passion, resilience, and artistry. It's about proving your worth, not just to the world, but to yourself. Artemis, you brought your A-game, and for that, I commend you. But understand, this is far from over. Next time we meet, the outcome will be different."
She emphasized their strength as a team and as individual wrestlers. "We've faced setbacks, but don't let them define us. We're stronger and more united than ever, and we're unstoppable with the love and support of our family and our Rockstars. Also, I want to send a special shoutout to our number-one fan, Jessie Hart. Your support means the world to us. I’m sorry you had your ultimate fan experience ruined by the only person in the story who is the villain but doesn’t know it. We are going to make it up to you."
Austin continued, addressing his personal journey. "Artemis talked about my mental illness; it’s true, I had multiple personalities. I've taken hits, both physically and mentally. But with Toddy by my side and the love of my family, I've found balance. She's my light in the darkness; together, we're unbreakable. She always knows how to find me when I’m lost."
Todrick then stepped forward, her eyes fiery. "Artemis, if you think this rivalry is over, think again. I want you to win that IC title, and you better stay ready so you don’t have to get ready. Because when we meet again, this ring and that ass is going to turn that ring into MY canvas."
Austin smiles at his wife as the crowd shows their appreciation for her sassy attitude. They have everyone hooked. “Real talk, I’ve been knocked down, but I refuse to stay down. This fight, this journey in the ring, it's not just about titles. It's about proving to everyone of you, to ourselves and our family, that we have what it takes. We are the heart and soul of this business, and we’ll fight, claw, and rise to the top, time and time again!”
The crowd roared in response, hanging onto every word. Todrick then stepped forward, her energy matching Austin’s. “And let me make one thing crystal clear,” she declared, her voice ringing out. “Every challenge, every opponent, only makes us stronger. We’ve weathered storms before, and we’ll do it again. Artemis, girl, you struck a nerve, I’m a fighter, and baby girl, we will fight. You want me at my best? You got it!”
Austin took over, his tone shifting to a more personal note. “I want to take a moment to publicly acknowledge the backbone of the Ramsey family, our son, Daniel. Your support, your belief in us, it’s what keeps us going. You brought us back, reminded us of who we are. The new gear, the new theme, that’s all you, and we couldn’t be more grateful. But most importantly, you reignited our resilience, our fire. You reminded us that setbacks are just setups for comebacks.”
Todrick nodded, her expression softening as she spoke of their son. “Daniel, you’ve been our rock. You stepped up when we needed you the most. You’ve shown us that our legacy is not just in the past victories but in the strength we draw from each other. We are resilient, not just because of our own will, but because of the love and support we have as a family.”
Austin took Todrick's hand in his. "Speaking of family, we say this Rockstars, don't worry, you'll see us in both singles and tag action. Right now, we're cheering on Edward Grado and Samuel Chatman “The Lone Wolves”, I don’t get the name but…”
Todrick shakes her head and playfully pops Austin on the arm. He shrugs and laughs.
“They are continuing the family legacy in the tag team division. They are going to bring those tag titles to Monday Night Smash. This is just the beginning for the entire family,” Austin proclaimed. “The Show Stealerz are here to stay, in singles, in tag team action; just know that we have an unbreakable bond and a spirit that pushes us in war. We’re about to set this ring on fire with passion and resilience like you’ve never seen before!”
Austin and Todrick stood in the center of the ring, commanding the crowd's undivided attention. As they dropped their mics and their music hit, the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause. The Show Stealerz had spoken, and their message was clear, they were down but far from out, ready to rise and conquer once again.
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MAIN EVENT:
WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFYING MATCH
DEVLIN KNIGHT vs CHRIS CHAOS vs ENCHANTRA
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The referee calls for the opening bell as Chris Chaos and Enchantra are in the ring with no Devlin Knight present.
CENTURION: It doesn’t look like Devlin Knight is going to make it back from jail to compete in this Intercontinental Championship Qualifying match.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I hate to say it but Knight lost his cool and laid hands on someone not under contract or under a working agreement with the WGWF. I don’t like it but there isn’t a lot we can do about it now.
Chaos is seemingly licking his chops as the bell sounds. Enchantra and Chaos circle each other in the ring before locking up with a collar-elbow tie-up Chaos quickly transitions into a side headlock and snaps Enchantra over to the mat with a side headlock takeover. Enchantra’s shoulders hit the mat.
1!!
2!!
TH…
Enchanta counters out of the pinning predicament with a head scissors. Enchantra cranks on the pressure of the head scissors, Chaos starts working his way to his knees where he can pull his head free and both participants are back to their feet with a stalemate standoff.
CENTURION: Neither Chaos nor Enchantra can take a firm upper hand in the opening moments.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yeah but this one is just getting started really.
Enchantra and Chaos circle each other and lock up a second time. Chaos uses his size and strength to muscle Enchantra back into a neutral corner. Chris holds Enchantra back against the buckles forcing the official to lay the count to Chaos. Chris looks to break away at the three count but sucker punches Enchantra in the jaw! Chaos starts throwing a series of reverse elbows to the temple of Enchantra before bringing her out of the corner with a front face lock and snaps her over with a suplex!
Chaos floats over into a cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Enchantra pops a shoulder off the mat. Chaos immediately starts hammering away with right hands to the forehead of Enchantra drawing louder boos from the crowd while the referee lays the five count to him.
CENTURION: People sleep on Chris Chaos, but the truth is he’s a vicious and ruthless as they come.
Chaos holds up both hands at the referee’s four count before getting to one knee and then stepping up to his feet. Chaos reaches down picking Enchantra up off the mat. Chaos fires Enchantra into the ropes, Enchantra bounces off the near side ducking under a Chaos lariat! Chris spins around and is met with a boot to the midsection that doubles over Chaos! Enchantra lands a Twist of Fate!
Enchantra makes the cover with a side press and a hook of the leg!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Chaos escapes with a kick out!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Enchantra with a near fall coming off that Twist of Fate!
CENTURION: With the lineage of Chris Chaos in Professional Wrestling that would have been the biggest upset of the year! Enchantra cannot take her foot off the gas! If you get Chaos in trouble you must capitalize.
Enchantra gets back to her feet where she picks Chris up and delivers a spin kick to the gut doubling Chaos over where she follows up with a standing Diamond Dust! Enchantra quickly makes another cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Chaos escapes with another kick out.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Enchantra with another near fall on Chaos.
Enchantra makes it back to her feet where she picks Chaos up and rocks him with several forearm smashes and takes him back into the ropes, Enchantra looks for the Irish Whip and sends Chaos across the ring and into the ropes, Chaos latches onto the top rope! Enchantra charges forward only to have Chaos sidestep and send Enchantra over the top rope where she lands on the ring apron! Chaos spins around and blocks a right hand from Enchantra before countering with a headbutt across the bridge of the nose! Chaos takes several steps back and charges forward delivering a running Mafia Kick to the face of Enchantra sending her sailing off the apron and crashing down to the floor.
Chaos drops down to the mat and rolls out to the floor.
CENTURION: This one has spilled out to the floor!
Chaos picks Enchantra up and drives her back into the ring apron lower back first! Chaos follows up with a stiff right hand before taking Enchantra toward the steel steps where he looks to drive her face first! Enchantra puts on the brakes with her hands and counters with a series of short elbows to the ribs and manages to counter the positioning where she looks to drive Chaos into the top portion of the steps! Chaos puts on the brakes with his hands and counters the positioning before finally driving Enchantra into the steel steps.
Chaos stomps away at Enchantra before picking her up off the floor and hurling her into the ring.
Chaos slides into the ring getting back to his feet where he picks Enchantra up and drives her back into a neutral corner with a shoulder block. Chris drives several shoulders to the midsection before hoisting Enchantra up to a seated position on the top rope. Chaos decks Enchantra with a stiff forearm shot before stepping up on the middle rope where he looks to lock in a front face lock!
Chaos looks for a Superplex!
Enchantra latches onto the top rope blocking the attempt. Chaos tries to deliver it a second time and again Enchantra blocks via latching onto the top rope. Enchantra slips down between the legs of Chaos and brings him out from the corner with a Running Liger Bomb! Enchantra makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Chaos escapes with a kick out to a massive gasp from the crowd!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Another near fall for Enchantra!
CENTURION: One of these two will be moving on to First Dance, the question is who?
Enchantra begins working her way back up to her feet where she reaches down picking Chaos up off the mat. Enchantra takes Chaos back into the ropes where she shoots him across the ring, Chaos bounces off the far side ducking under a lariat from Enchanta, Chaos bounces off the near side, and when Enchantra spins around she’s split in half by a spear!
Suddenly we hear a loud siren on display.
We get a split screen where a Police Squad Car is pulling into the building with sirens blaring! The squad car is thrown in park and the passenger side door swings open revealing DEVLIN KNIGHT! The driver’s door swings open revealing Chris Page has the driver of the squad car!
CHRIS PAGE: GO!
The crowd roars loudly as Devlin Knight walks with a purpose toward the gorilla position as he is unbuttoning his shirt and removing it along the way!
DERRICK DIAMOND: DEVLIN KNIGHT HAS BEEN BAILED OUT AND IS BACK!
Attention draws toward the top of the ramp where Knight emerges through the curtain! In the ring, Chaos crawls into the cover on Enchantra!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Devlin Knight reaches ringside and pulls Chaos off the cover and out to the floor! Knight hurls Chaos right shoulder first into the steel steps! Knight slides into the ring where he is behind Enchantra who rolls over and begins to push herself up off the mat and slowly getting back to her feet and she spins around where Devlin drives a boot to the midsection and plants her into the mat with his Tiger Driver 91!
CENTURION: DEVIL’S KNIGHT!
Devlin makes the cover on Enchantra!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Chris Chaos pulls the referee out to the floor breaking the count! Chaos slides into the ring and is back to his feet where he drills Knight with a Superkick that sends Devlin down to the mat!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Chaos pulled the referee out to the floor and saved this match for himself by taking Devlin’s head off with a Superkick!
Chaos sizes up Enchantra as he begs for her to get back to her feet. Enchantra rolls toward the ropes and begins pulling herself up to a vertical base. Enchantra staggers backward before slowly spinning around where she walks right into THE DEAD MAN’S TRIGGER! Chaos gets back to his feet where he sees Devlin getting back to his feet. Chaos charges toward Knight who sends him sailing over the top rope and out to the floor with a back body drop!
Knight makes the cover on Enchantra! The referee slides back into the ring making the count!
1!!
2!!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND ADVANCING TO FIRST DANCE: DEVLIN KNIGHT
Match Time: 14:23
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The crowd erupts with a massive ovation as Devlin scores the win!
CENTURION: Knight has advanced to the Intercontinental Championship Elimination Chamber match at First Dance even with being arrested earlier tonight!
Chris Chaos is beside himself on the floor where he kicks the ring steps out of frustration before making his exit up the ramp while Devlin Knight has his arm raised in victory.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Devlin Knight joins Artemis and Tristan Slater as half of the field have earned their shots inside the Chamber.
The crowd erupts with boos as J MONT, MANSLEY, ENIGMA, and NEWTON hit the ring with Shawn Hart barking orders from the floor! The Fortunate Ones pounce on Devlin Knight!
CENTURION: Why the hell are these Smash talents still here!
Newton and Mansley stomp away at Devlin while Enigma and J Mont taunt the crowd! Mansley picks up Devlin Knight and holds him by the arms for Newton to fire away with piston-like right hands! Shawn Hart climbs up on the apron screaming out further instructions. Shawn drops down to the floor and tosses the ring apron where he pulls out his Barbedwire Baseball Bat!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Hart has his own Barbed Wire Baseball bat!
J Mont takes his free shots at Devlin while we see Shawn climb up on the ring apron and step through the ropes with the barbed wire baseball bat.
The house lights do dark to a huge ovation! The clock counts down to zero before the lights come back up revealing CHRIS PAGE standing in the center of the ring between Shawn Hart and Devlin Knight!
CENTURION: Chris Page has Devlin’s back once again! But this is a dangerous situation!
Page turns and catches Clyde running in with a punt to the groin taking him down before turning his attention toward Enigma. The crowd roars loudly as the Monster Machine stares a hole through Page and allows J Mont to spin Page around and drop him with a JKO! The crowd roars with boos as Mont pops back up to his feet where Mansley shoves Devlin Knight forward into a JKO from J Mont!
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Fortunate Ones have left a mark on Chris Page and Devlin Knight.
The crowd erupts with boos as J Mont strikes a trademark pose while throwing his arms out in the air. Mansley and Enigma are seen helping Clyde up to his feet. Shawn Hart stands over Devlin with the barbed wire baseball bat. Hart spouts off at Knight and lays the bat at his head. J Mont motions for the Fortunate Ones and collectively they exit the ring and begin making their way up the ramp.
CENTURION: If nobody is going to step up this is exactly what you’re going to see every Monday Night. The Fortunate Ones can care less about what show or who they’re running over. This is getting way out of control.
Cameras get a tight shot of Enigma, J Mont, Newton, Mansley, and Shawn Hart at the top of the ramp admiring their handy work. A voice can be heard calling out through the PA system.
“BARROWS!!”
The crowd pops huge as the voice belongs to Chris Page. We get a shot of the ring where Page is seated in a corner looking up at the top of the ramp at The Fortunate Ones while holding a microphone in one hand and his neck with the other.
CHRIS PAGE: Next week I’m coming to SMASH… I’m not coming as an owner, I’m coming as a TALENT.
J Mont and The Fortunate Ones laugh at the words spoken by Chris Page before leaving and making their way back through the curtain. The scene fades.
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The crowd roars as Candice Page stands in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand.
CANDICE PAGE: With the first-ever Monday Night Brawl exclusive Pay-Per-View on the horizon, First Dance, all eyes are going to be locked on what I believe is going to be a Main Event for the ages. The WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, “Cholo” Giovanni Santana will be defending the title against Mac Bane in his hometown of El Paso, Texas.
The crowd roars loudly.
CANDICE PAGE: Tonight, both Champion and Challenger, will be in this ring at the same time. I promise no fireworks.
Candice winks.
CANDICE PAGE: Introducing first, he is the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, he is “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANNA!
The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by J Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play, getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana looking as good as ever, with the World Heavyweight championship wrapped tightly around his waist. He holds his usual Mezcal cocktail in his hand and is flashing that million-dollar smile of his as he stands there, soaking in all the love from the fans.
“THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome YOUR Heavyweight Champion of the World…. “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA!
He makes his way to the ring, having a few exchanges with the fans, all in good fun. Once at ringside, he puts his drink down on the apron, takes off the World title and just like he used to do with the IC title, he picks a kid on the crowd and puts it over his shoulder. He asks the kid if he can hold it for him and the kid nods and then goes crazy with excitement. Cholo then jumps up on the apron, grabs his drink and after wiping his shoes, always respecting the ring, he gets inside. He walks towards the middle nodding his head to the beat of the catchy song, making his afro wave back and forth. All the fans get into it, especially the ladies and Cholo points and winks to some. He gets a mic handed to him and as his music dies down, he speaks.
CHOLO: QUE PASA DALLAS, TEXAS?!
The crowd cheers loudly.
CHOLO:Y DONDE ESTA MI GENTE LATINA?!
A great portion of the crowd cheers loudly, thanks to Texas having a large Latino community. .
CHOLO: Cholo has said it before, and he will always say it… His hometown may be 9 hours from here, but all of Texas is Cholo’s country, he doesn’t care what Mac Bane says!
The crowd cheers loudly though you can tell there are some Bane sympathizers in attendance, with his hometown of Port Arthur being a lot closer than Cholo’s.
CHOLO: Yes, good ol’ Mac Bane… let’s get right into it why don’t we mi gente? Here is a man who Cholo thought he was cool with… A man whom Cholo thought he had a bond with after embarking in a mission to hell with… But Cholo should have known better, as a man like Bane, who is that familiar with hell, simply can’t be trusted.
Cholo paces around the ring, deep in thought, thinking about his next words, sipping his Mezcal, the crowd watches intently, quietly, until someone yells: “I LOVE YOU CHOLO!” Cholo looks up and smiles.
CHOLO: Cholo loves you too.
Cheers again from the Texas faithful.
CHOLO: Look there is a lot to unpack from what Mac Bane said last night… All the accusations he made, all the statements he made, for which most he is wrong about… and Cholo wants to address every one of the lies he listed but Cholo wants to do it to his face. So, Mac, since this is a face off, bring your ugly mug out here.
Candice Page raises her microphone.
CANDICE PAGE: I agree, so MAC BANE, come on down and look your opponent for First Dance in the eye!
The crowd immediately starts to boo as “Enemy” by Godsmack hits the speakers. Candice and Cholo turn their attention toward the ramp yet there isn’t a Mac Bane showing himself. The music fades away as Cholo questions Candice who shrugs not knowing what exactly is going on.
CHOLO: Don’t want to face Cholo after all Mac? Cholo knows you didn’t get scared all of the sudden because he knows you fear no man… But whatever the reason you are choosing not to come out here, it doesn’t matter… You probably want to play mind games with Cholo, but he doesn’t lose his cool, ever, and he isn’t about to start now so wherever you are Mac, Cholo hopes you are listening intently… He is getting pretty tired of all of Cholo’s opponents claiming that they are the reason why Cholo has been as successful as he has… One claims that they opened the door to Cholo becoming IC champion… Other claims that thanks to him, Cholo became famous…. Another that thanks to him, Cholo was made great again… Other claims that thanks to him, Cholo is now legendary…
Cholo steps up to the camera and points.
CHOLO: and now we have you Mac, claiming that Cholo won the cup because it was by your design. That all the fans here tonight and the ones watching at home, have you to thank for Cholo being the World Champion. That you gave them someone to worship… Let Cholo start there… He is not a religious man, and he is definitely NOT a saint… He should definitely go to church more and do like Terry Marshall and say his prayers, but Cholo is not a man to be worshiped… These people love Cholo because long before he was World Champion and long before he was Intercontinental Champion, he was simply a man who worked his ass off match after match and he earned their love and respect.
Cholo pauses as the crowd started a “Cholo” chant… He nods as he listens to the fans while Candice looks on lightly clapping her hands in support of Cholo… After a few more seconds, Cholo continues.
CHOLO: Thank you mi gente… You see Mac, these people were behind Cholo long before you were in the picture, and they will be behind Cholo long after you are gone… and they will be behind him whether he is the World Champion or not.
The crowd cheers loudly
CHOLO: You didn’t even know the world title was going to be on the line, no one knew… Every word you speak is factless… You sit in a throne of lies pendejo… and neither Cholo, nor the fans are going to fall for any of them… The honest truth is that you and all of Cholo’s other opponents have one thing in common: you all have taken an “L” in his rise to the top… and it is thanks to his ability, his desire, his passion, his drive and his heart plus all these people behind him that are the reasons why he stands in front of you as the unpinned, unsubmitted World… Heavyweight… Champion.
Some soft singing can be heard over the speakers. .
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year…”
Attention is drawn to the WGWF Tron which lights up revealing black combat boots.
“With the kids jingle belling, And everyone telling you, "Be of good cheer!"
Cameras start to pan up catching jeans.
It's the most wonderful time of the year”
Boos ring out from all over as we get a shot of Mac Bane.
MAC BANE: Cholo, Candice…. Guys, I wish I could have been there tonight because I’d love nothing more than to show Cholo how cruel the world can be.
It’s unknown where Mac Bane is as he stands with his back to a brick foundation off a busy side street.
MAC BANE: But then I remembered I didn’t need to be there to establish that point; and truthfully, this was an opportunity that I couldn’t pass up; you understand, right?
Cholo looks to raise his microphone but is cut off by Mac Bane.
MAC BANE: Trust me when I say I think we’ve heard enough of the Cholo bullshit.
The live crowd begins a “CHOLO!” chant that starts to fill the in Dallas, Texas.
MAC BANE: What you fail to realize Mr. Santana, is we haven’t even begun playing our game. Everything up until now has been nothing short of foreplay so that we can get the engines running, and to show you pieces of what you’re up against while leaving just enough for the imagination to play with. You see, when a man has enough power he can walk into a room full of screaming people and talk quietly and everyone will listen. I never fancied myself as a “good” guy because I’ve always been willing to go to deeper, darker places if it meant shutting the mouths of those who puff out their chests and want to stake claims at being the man.”
Mac Bane leans toward the lens of the camera tapping on it while he continues.
MAC BANE: We all saw how I refused to let go at the Cannabis Cup, and if you’re delusional enough to think for one second that had I gone ahead and broken your leg you’d be standing here with that strap of gold over your shoulder; well, then Santa Claus must be real and pigs have started to fly. This is a mental game, Cholo, and deep down inside you know that I could have snuffed you out… but that would have been too easy.
CHOLO: So you want to build up Cholo so you can be the one to knock him down, is that it Mac? Cholo was already flying high when you and him met for the first time, you could have been the one to finally end the unbeaten streak… Pin my shoulders to the mat, but the fact remains that you couldn’t do that and want to hide behind a DQ finish from the truth… which is you are not better than Cholo, and as a matter fact, you aren’t better than Adams and Knight either, and you knew this so you took the easy way out. Like Cholo said, you tried to break him, and you failed. Now you want to play mind games to break him mentally, but you will fail there as well Mac.
Mac Bane lets out a deep, calculated breath.
MAC BANE: Our deal far exceeds the wrestling ring, and what you’re about to understand is that I’m a man of action. I wish I was there, but I had to be here…”
The camera pans backward revealing the name of the building. “Ena’s & Armando’s Home For Children”. Cholo’s eyes grow wide with shock. He looks at Candice, looking for an answer but he doesn’t find one.
CHOLO: What the hell are you doing there Mac?!
MAC BANE: It’s the most wonderful time of the year…There'll be much mistletoeing, And hearts will be glowing when loved ones are near…It's the most wonderful time of the year.
Mac sings to himself as he enters Ena’s & Armando’s Home for Children, with the door to the establishment closing Cholo begins arguing with Candice but again Candice tells him she had no idea Mac wasn’t going to be here or be there. He apologies and hands her the mic and then quickly exits the ring and starts to hail tail it up the ramp. Cameras follow our WGWF World Heavyweight Champion as he blows through the curtain and past the gorilla position to an awaiting vehicle. Cholo gets in the backseat and tells the driver to “GO!” before slamming the door shut. The vehicle speeds out of the arena which brings Monday Night Brawl to a close.