Post by Chris Page on Dec 18, 2023 18:39:34 GMT -5
Our scene opens to the outside of the venue where we see Artemis and her muse Donatello exiting their rental, but lo and behold they have brought a guest with them. Hopping out from the back passenger seat is legendary conspiracy theorist ALEX JONES!
CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The iconic lightning rod of controversy has a thick ream of paper with him and the trio heads toward the backstage entrance doors, but are met by WGWF’s interview aficionado, Denise Essex.
DENISE ESSEX: Artemis and Donatello, can I please get a quick word with you, especially with your guest here tonight?
Artemis, clad in artistic multi-colored clothing and the Interim Intercontinental Championship wrapped neatly around her capable waist, smiles and nods.
ARTEMIS: Of course you may.
Artemis gestures to Alex Jones while Donatello styles in front of the camera.
DENISE ESSEX: Alex, you’ve come out over social media supporting Artemis and her campaign to expose Candice and Chris Page for a litany of wrongdoings, not just against her but also against others as well, but what brings you here to San Antonio, tonight, specifically?
Alex looks pumped up and animated, waving the thick ream of papers in the air like it’s the gospel of Christ.
ALEX JONES: I’m here to support one of the few brave ones left in the world of sports and entertainment. Most people in her position would toe the line and just accept being held down, bullied, and mistreated by some of the most evil people in this spectrum. I see a lot of Artemis in me. She’s not afraid to tackle the truth and use it to expose Candice and Chris Page. I have in my hands right here all the documentation I’ve uncovered that PROVES Candice and Chris Page are part of the Illuminati. It PROVES that Candice Page is a skinwalker fresh from Skinwalker Ranch in Utah. Artemis, Donatello, and I are going to Candice’s office right now where I’ll confront her with these facts and watch the fear rise in her shapechanger face. She will have no choice but to CEASE and DESIST her rampant persecution and unfair treatment of this national treasure we have in Artemis. Candice WILL overturn the match stipulation so that it is a fair match against Devlin Knight!
Once more Alex Jones waves the ream of papers in the air like a preacher does a Bible.
DENISE ESSEX: Wow these are HUGE developments and strong allegations!
ARTEMIS: Not allegations. It’s the truth. Candice is dead set on humiliating me in my home state, this great state of Texas that’s been so good to me. I’d like to also officially announce that Alex Jones is my Public Relations Officer. He will handle all my PR stuff from now on since I am the current Interim Intercontinental Champion and am in the limelight both in the ring and out of it. I’ve already transcended the mere in-ring prowess. I’m a beacon of truth that shines bright outside of the sport and therefore need allies to help me battle the evils of those who spread rumors and misinformation about me and my cause. Thank you for your unbiased reporting, Denise. You’re one of the good ones. Now if you’ll excuse me, time to make Candice squirm.
Denise smiles at the compliments and moves aside, but as the trio tries to enter the doors, they are suddenly pushed back by a platoon of San Antonio Police officers making their way out. The cops surround them as a man in a business suit, with slick hair and a shaved face, steps forward.
MAN IN SUIT: Not so fast, ladies and Gentlemen. I’m Hugh Janus. I’m one of the lawyers for WGWF and by proxy legal counsel for Mr. and Mrs. Page. That’s a nice stack of paperwork you have there, Mr. Alex Jones. I have some papers myself.
Hugh hands Alex the papers.
HUGH JANUS: I’ll speed it up for you, Mr. Jones. Those are Barred from Entry orders. A lesser version of a trespassing order. The owners of the building as well the Pages themselves have declared you to be removed from the building due to your outbursts and incitements against them, their company, and the arena itself. In other words, you’ve been served.
Alex launches into one of his infamous red-faced, cussing, wild-eyed fits. He’s yelling and flipping out.
Artemis and Donatello try calming him down but it doesn’t work, and soon the iconic conspiracy theorist is forcibly carted away by the police officers. When the camera pans back, we find Artemis and Donatello looking quite fussed and pouty-lipped.
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The crowd immediately starts to boo as “Enemy” by Godsmack hits the speakers. Mac has a microphone in hand, and signals the production team to kill his music.
MAC BANE(singing): It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere I go.
Mac continues to sing as he walks down to the ring and then up to the ring steps and finally into the ring. The crowd had grown louder as he sang with a cacophony of boos and throwing wadded up paper and cups, some still with beer in them. Now in the ring, he brings the microphone up.
MAC BANE: Now then, I have a match a little later tonight but I wanted to show you all something. I wanted to show how benevolent I can be when I choose to. Roll the footage.
With everyone's attention drawn to the Tron, Mac smiles. On the Tron we see Mac entering the children's home smiling and waving to the kids who wave and smile back. He enters the common room where a big red bag sits and stands by it.
MAC BANE: Hi Kids, I have a special surprise for you all.
Murmuring breaks out among the kids and the staff who are all still smiling, polite fake smiles.
MAC BANE: I know that Cholo spends time here with you guys from time to time. He’s such a good man isn’t he?
The kids all shout yes in unison causing Mac to smile.
MAC BANE: I knew that was true. He’s a good person, but he can’t always be here and it’s probably been a while since he was last here, isn’t that right?
More murmuring and slight frowns from the staff.
MAC BANE: That’s okay, his friend, good old Uncle Mac is here to make up for that.
Heads all came up looking at the big Texan hopefully.
MAC BANE: That’s right, I’ve brought Christmas gifts for everyone!
The scene on the Tron fades.
The crowd boos him as he laughs.
MAC BANE: I only have one gift left to give out and that’s to Cholo himself. So let’s get him on out here so I can give him his gift.
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, black unbutton guayabera, white slacks and black loafters. Despite his usual good looks, something is clearly very different. He doesn’t have the World Heavyweight championship with him nor does he hold his usual Mezcal cocktail in his hand. He doesn’t take his time like he usually does to soak in the love from the fans, and instead makes his way to the ring with a purpose.
“THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome YOUR Heavyweight Champion of the World…. “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA!
Once at ringside, he gets a mic handed to him and then goes up the steel steps and after wiping his shoes, always respecting the ring, he gets inside. He looks at Mac with a distrustful look on his face, and as his music dies down, he speaks.
CHOLO: Mac, let’s cut to the crap. We know you are not a giving man… We know there isn’t one good bone in your body… and the fact that you visited the very first shelter Cholo ever built and just brought gifts to everyone, lets Cholo know that you are up to something… Unfortunately, Cholo could not find out exactly what else you did down there, despite speaking to every staff that interacted with you… Despite Cholo talking to each child that got a gift from you… Despite his security team not finding any foul footage. They all say all you did was bring gifts and spend time with the children but Cholo and everyone in this arena knows better… Before last Monday you had spent zero hours being a charitable person… So let’s hear it Mac… but you can forget your little gift to Cholo, because he doesn’t want anything from you… Just tell Cholo and this wonderful people what it is you ar up to.
Bane places his hand over his heart in a mock feeling of being wounded.
MAC BANE: Cholo, Giovanni Santanna you wound me. To think that I was up to something no good when all I did was pass out gifts. But wait, that’s right, you said cut the crap. So, let’s do just that. When I told you that this went way beyond a wrestling ring, I guess you thought I was just blowing smoke. Nah, my man, you should have covered your bases, but you didn’t. See, I found out that you didn’t build shit, son. You’ve been leasing that building all this time. The owner of that property and that building was only too happy to sell it to me. It saved him from having to file for bankruptcy.
The crowd sits in stunned silence at first but then the boos start raining down and Mac smiles in response. He hands Cholo a piece of paper. He immediately begins opening it.
MAC BANE: Giovanni Santanna, also known as Cholo, you’ve been served. Those are your eviction papers. Good luck relocating those kids, so sad.
Cholo reads it and can’t believe his eyes. He folds it up and looks at Mac with a mixture of shock, anger and sadness.
CHOLO: You’re evicting Cholo’s kids for Christmas?!
MAC BANE: Oh God no! I’m not a monster! Have them out by Friday, need the building before the weekend. Thanks champ!
Mac pats Cholo mockingly on his shoulder as he exits the ring. Cholo is left standing there, crumpling the paper as he makes a fist. Too stunned to move, to retort, to say anything. The crowd too is in shock, completely silent that you could probably hear a pin drop.
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Backstage the camera flows through locker rooms to garner excitement before the next advertising break. Wrestlers wave or scowl door by locker room door within on screen alignment. At the end of the hall just before the cut, a loud blood-curdling scream echoes throughout WGWF arena hallways. Producers keep it live while checking the docket, unsure if a promo was added to the cue menu. Before they can cut the shot, it finds an eerie door left half open... inside, a female hand with polished nails emerging from a tin tub at the foot of the bed. Submerged in several feet of tiny snakes.
Staff rush in, pulling her hand then torso out of the infested tub. They get her out still breathing. Security guys rush in fending the serpents off with extended arm stun guns. Medical people greet the staffer who pulled her out in the hallway. They move the hair from her face, Patience Tempur!! WGWF Television Champion, Jenny Myst's sidekick and publicist! Her eyes twitch open. One paramedic pulls foam out of her mouth. Bites line her legs and abdomen, her flowery dressed covered in grimy scale slime. She whispers to the paramedic.
They quickly get her onto a gurney rolling up outside the door. Ms.Tempur is rolled away, the staffers head over the Jenny's locker room to convey the bad news. Media people urge everyone to keep quiet until they have more details, then turn around seeing the camera with the blinking light still on. The producers toss off their headsets in anger.
The paramedic reflects on the words whispered in his ear. Jenny comes rushing down the hallway, she grabs the paramedic by the shirt, lifting him onto the wall, after others relayed the message that she said something to him. A dark figure with blue eyes peaks around the diagonally opposite hallway corner from under a snakeskin hood. Myst squints, putting her fist through ;the wall next to the paramedic's head in warning posture. The paramedic stutters under the gun to get the words out, Jenny twists tighter on his shirt... he finally spits out...
"Ma'm, PLEASE- SHE- SHE... said...
'DON'T TELL HIM WHERE SHE IS.'
That's it! I SWEAR! PLEASE?!!"
Jenny drops the medical peon. She turns toward the hallway behind her, sensing someone there. She hears a slither, looking down just in time to catch the tail of a snake whipping around the corner. She runs to the hall, to find... nothing is there. Jenny squints in bafflement. Wondering if she needs a new publicist, and if she is being watched.
She marches back to her room in anger. Oblivious to the welfare of her fallen publicist. What a bitch.
In the boiler room, the serpent works muscularly down the steps to the drainage hatch floor. A light reveals the certainty that it is the colors of Damien, he slithers into the corner, where Jake 'The Snake' Roberts waits with a fresh canvas bag. His snake eyes are completely serious consumed with a sense of urgency. Sliding into the bag, DIII is greeting his master... Jake pulls the drawstring, petting his muse through the bag, he lifts it up carefully, murmuring "trust me" under his breath.
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Post Smash events after SEX defended their titles admirably versus the Lone Wolves, and two masked men attacked them; revealing the Cable attacks came from the team of Reno and Chaos, aka Iconoclast. Brawl opens with sprawling golden streams circling the area, converging with red streams from the other side... into a gigantic golden stage spotlight. "Golden Age" by Woodkid ramps up to its melodic apex…
Pedro the Panda stumbles through the curtain in his naked bowtie motif while holding a small bucket. He waves at some fans, now standing in the spotlight, growling at others, the hate builds as fans know what comes next. Two more spots appear. Silhouettes of Reno and Chaos appear on either side of Pedro in shadow tunnels. Reno's is gold with his extended arms challenging the status quo. Pedro gives jazz paws toward his mentor, before pivoting back to the second red shadow tunnel, where a seething crouched Chaos surely lurks. Blackout. Lights up… shadow tunnels down with each still in their pose. Golden glitter is tossed on the ramp by their bear security attaché to christen the entranceway of Iconoclast.
Pedro delivers snarky chomps at mean fans, stopping just as fast, smiling for photos for the ones who give him carrots. Reno and Chaos look at one another, then both step out of their circular enclosures. They follow Pedro to the ring, up the steps, and onto the apron. Trekking side to side with trademark smirks and postures for the massive Brawl audience. Pedro sucks in his gut, getting through the ropes, straightening his bowtie, then holding the ropes for Chris Chaos. Gabe spring pops over the top, fans pop, while the Icons take opposing turnbuckles. Posing on the second ropes, then looking back at each other with a menacing gaze. Looking to have zero regrets for their recent attacks. Pedro aggressively grabs two microphones for his team from a ring hand. Handing off the gold sparkle bucket, then bowing backward to a knee with a mic hand extended toward each icon.
CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The iconic lightning rod of controversy has a thick ream of paper with him and the trio heads toward the backstage entrance doors, but are met by WGWF’s interview aficionado, Denise Essex.
DENISE ESSEX: Artemis and Donatello, can I please get a quick word with you, especially with your guest here tonight?
Artemis, clad in artistic multi-colored clothing and the Interim Intercontinental Championship wrapped neatly around her capable waist, smiles and nods.
ARTEMIS: Of course you may.
Artemis gestures to Alex Jones while Donatello styles in front of the camera.
DENISE ESSEX: Alex, you’ve come out over social media supporting Artemis and her campaign to expose Candice and Chris Page for a litany of wrongdoings, not just against her but also against others as well, but what brings you here to San Antonio, tonight, specifically?
Alex looks pumped up and animated, waving the thick ream of papers in the air like it’s the gospel of Christ.
ALEX JONES: I’m here to support one of the few brave ones left in the world of sports and entertainment. Most people in her position would toe the line and just accept being held down, bullied, and mistreated by some of the most evil people in this spectrum. I see a lot of Artemis in me. She’s not afraid to tackle the truth and use it to expose Candice and Chris Page. I have in my hands right here all the documentation I’ve uncovered that PROVES Candice and Chris Page are part of the Illuminati. It PROVES that Candice Page is a skinwalker fresh from Skinwalker Ranch in Utah. Artemis, Donatello, and I are going to Candice’s office right now where I’ll confront her with these facts and watch the fear rise in her shapechanger face. She will have no choice but to CEASE and DESIST her rampant persecution and unfair treatment of this national treasure we have in Artemis. Candice WILL overturn the match stipulation so that it is a fair match against Devlin Knight!
Once more Alex Jones waves the ream of papers in the air like a preacher does a Bible.
DENISE ESSEX: Wow these are HUGE developments and strong allegations!
ARTEMIS: Not allegations. It’s the truth. Candice is dead set on humiliating me in my home state, this great state of Texas that’s been so good to me. I’d like to also officially announce that Alex Jones is my Public Relations Officer. He will handle all my PR stuff from now on since I am the current Interim Intercontinental Champion and am in the limelight both in the ring and out of it. I’ve already transcended the mere in-ring prowess. I’m a beacon of truth that shines bright outside of the sport and therefore need allies to help me battle the evils of those who spread rumors and misinformation about me and my cause. Thank you for your unbiased reporting, Denise. You’re one of the good ones. Now if you’ll excuse me, time to make Candice squirm.
Denise smiles at the compliments and moves aside, but as the trio tries to enter the doors, they are suddenly pushed back by a platoon of San Antonio Police officers making their way out. The cops surround them as a man in a business suit, with slick hair and a shaved face, steps forward.
MAN IN SUIT: Not so fast, ladies and Gentlemen. I’m Hugh Janus. I’m one of the lawyers for WGWF and by proxy legal counsel for Mr. and Mrs. Page. That’s a nice stack of paperwork you have there, Mr. Alex Jones. I have some papers myself.
Hugh hands Alex the papers.
HUGH JANUS: I’ll speed it up for you, Mr. Jones. Those are Barred from Entry orders. A lesser version of a trespassing order. The owners of the building as well the Pages themselves have declared you to be removed from the building due to your outbursts and incitements against them, their company, and the arena itself. In other words, you’ve been served.
Alex launches into one of his infamous red-faced, cussing, wild-eyed fits. He’s yelling and flipping out.
Artemis and Donatello try calming him down but it doesn’t work, and soon the iconic conspiracy theorist is forcibly carted away by the police officers. When the camera pans back, we find Artemis and Donatello looking quite fussed and pouty-lipped.
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The crowd immediately starts to boo as “Enemy” by Godsmack hits the speakers. Mac has a microphone in hand, and signals the production team to kill his music.
MAC BANE(singing): It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere I go.
Mac continues to sing as he walks down to the ring and then up to the ring steps and finally into the ring. The crowd had grown louder as he sang with a cacophony of boos and throwing wadded up paper and cups, some still with beer in them. Now in the ring, he brings the microphone up.
MAC BANE: Now then, I have a match a little later tonight but I wanted to show you all something. I wanted to show how benevolent I can be when I choose to. Roll the footage.
With everyone's attention drawn to the Tron, Mac smiles. On the Tron we see Mac entering the children's home smiling and waving to the kids who wave and smile back. He enters the common room where a big red bag sits and stands by it.
MAC BANE: Hi Kids, I have a special surprise for you all.
Murmuring breaks out among the kids and the staff who are all still smiling, polite fake smiles.
MAC BANE: I know that Cholo spends time here with you guys from time to time. He’s such a good man isn’t he?
The kids all shout yes in unison causing Mac to smile.
MAC BANE: I knew that was true. He’s a good person, but he can’t always be here and it’s probably been a while since he was last here, isn’t that right?
More murmuring and slight frowns from the staff.
MAC BANE: That’s okay, his friend, good old Uncle Mac is here to make up for that.
Heads all came up looking at the big Texan hopefully.
MAC BANE: That’s right, I’ve brought Christmas gifts for everyone!
The scene on the Tron fades.
The crowd boos him as he laughs.
MAC BANE: I only have one gift left to give out and that’s to Cholo himself. So let’s get him on out here so I can give him his gift.
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, black unbutton guayabera, white slacks and black loafters. Despite his usual good looks, something is clearly very different. He doesn’t have the World Heavyweight championship with him nor does he hold his usual Mezcal cocktail in his hand. He doesn’t take his time like he usually does to soak in the love from the fans, and instead makes his way to the ring with a purpose.
“THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome YOUR Heavyweight Champion of the World…. “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA!
Once at ringside, he gets a mic handed to him and then goes up the steel steps and after wiping his shoes, always respecting the ring, he gets inside. He looks at Mac with a distrustful look on his face, and as his music dies down, he speaks.
CHOLO: Mac, let’s cut to the crap. We know you are not a giving man… We know there isn’t one good bone in your body… and the fact that you visited the very first shelter Cholo ever built and just brought gifts to everyone, lets Cholo know that you are up to something… Unfortunately, Cholo could not find out exactly what else you did down there, despite speaking to every staff that interacted with you… Despite Cholo talking to each child that got a gift from you… Despite his security team not finding any foul footage. They all say all you did was bring gifts and spend time with the children but Cholo and everyone in this arena knows better… Before last Monday you had spent zero hours being a charitable person… So let’s hear it Mac… but you can forget your little gift to Cholo, because he doesn’t want anything from you… Just tell Cholo and this wonderful people what it is you ar up to.
Bane places his hand over his heart in a mock feeling of being wounded.
MAC BANE: Cholo, Giovanni Santanna you wound me. To think that I was up to something no good when all I did was pass out gifts. But wait, that’s right, you said cut the crap. So, let’s do just that. When I told you that this went way beyond a wrestling ring, I guess you thought I was just blowing smoke. Nah, my man, you should have covered your bases, but you didn’t. See, I found out that you didn’t build shit, son. You’ve been leasing that building all this time. The owner of that property and that building was only too happy to sell it to me. It saved him from having to file for bankruptcy.
The crowd sits in stunned silence at first but then the boos start raining down and Mac smiles in response. He hands Cholo a piece of paper. He immediately begins opening it.
MAC BANE: Giovanni Santanna, also known as Cholo, you’ve been served. Those are your eviction papers. Good luck relocating those kids, so sad.
Cholo reads it and can’t believe his eyes. He folds it up and looks at Mac with a mixture of shock, anger and sadness.
CHOLO: You’re evicting Cholo’s kids for Christmas?!
MAC BANE: Oh God no! I’m not a monster! Have them out by Friday, need the building before the weekend. Thanks champ!
Mac pats Cholo mockingly on his shoulder as he exits the ring. Cholo is left standing there, crumpling the paper as he makes a fist. Too stunned to move, to retort, to say anything. The crowd too is in shock, completely silent that you could probably hear a pin drop.
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Backstage the camera flows through locker rooms to garner excitement before the next advertising break. Wrestlers wave or scowl door by locker room door within on screen alignment. At the end of the hall just before the cut, a loud blood-curdling scream echoes throughout WGWF arena hallways. Producers keep it live while checking the docket, unsure if a promo was added to the cue menu. Before they can cut the shot, it finds an eerie door left half open... inside, a female hand with polished nails emerging from a tin tub at the foot of the bed. Submerged in several feet of tiny snakes.
Staff rush in, pulling her hand then torso out of the infested tub. They get her out still breathing. Security guys rush in fending the serpents off with extended arm stun guns. Medical people greet the staffer who pulled her out in the hallway. They move the hair from her face, Patience Tempur!! WGWF Television Champion, Jenny Myst's sidekick and publicist! Her eyes twitch open. One paramedic pulls foam out of her mouth. Bites line her legs and abdomen, her flowery dressed covered in grimy scale slime. She whispers to the paramedic.
They quickly get her onto a gurney rolling up outside the door. Ms.Tempur is rolled away, the staffers head over the Jenny's locker room to convey the bad news. Media people urge everyone to keep quiet until they have more details, then turn around seeing the camera with the blinking light still on. The producers toss off their headsets in anger.
The paramedic reflects on the words whispered in his ear. Jenny comes rushing down the hallway, she grabs the paramedic by the shirt, lifting him onto the wall, after others relayed the message that she said something to him. A dark figure with blue eyes peaks around the diagonally opposite hallway corner from under a snakeskin hood. Myst squints, putting her fist through ;the wall next to the paramedic's head in warning posture. The paramedic stutters under the gun to get the words out, Jenny twists tighter on his shirt... he finally spits out...
"Ma'm, PLEASE- SHE- SHE... said...
'DON'T TELL HIM WHERE SHE IS.'
That's it! I SWEAR! PLEASE?!!"
Jenny drops the medical peon. She turns toward the hallway behind her, sensing someone there. She hears a slither, looking down just in time to catch the tail of a snake whipping around the corner. She runs to the hall, to find... nothing is there. Jenny squints in bafflement. Wondering if she needs a new publicist, and if she is being watched.
She marches back to her room in anger. Oblivious to the welfare of her fallen publicist. What a bitch.
In the boiler room, the serpent works muscularly down the steps to the drainage hatch floor. A light reveals the certainty that it is the colors of Damien, he slithers into the corner, where Jake 'The Snake' Roberts waits with a fresh canvas bag. His snake eyes are completely serious consumed with a sense of urgency. Sliding into the bag, DIII is greeting his master... Jake pulls the drawstring, petting his muse through the bag, he lifts it up carefully, murmuring "trust me" under his breath.
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Post Smash events after SEX defended their titles admirably versus the Lone Wolves, and two masked men attacked them; revealing the Cable attacks came from the team of Reno and Chaos, aka Iconoclast. Brawl opens with sprawling golden streams circling the area, converging with red streams from the other side... into a gigantic golden stage spotlight. "Golden Age" by Woodkid ramps up to its melodic apex…
Pedro the Panda stumbles through the curtain in his naked bowtie motif while holding a small bucket. He waves at some fans, now standing in the spotlight, growling at others, the hate builds as fans know what comes next. Two more spots appear. Silhouettes of Reno and Chaos appear on either side of Pedro in shadow tunnels. Reno's is gold with his extended arms challenging the status quo. Pedro gives jazz paws toward his mentor, before pivoting back to the second red shadow tunnel, where a seething crouched Chaos surely lurks. Blackout. Lights up… shadow tunnels down with each still in their pose. Golden glitter is tossed on the ramp by their bear security attaché to christen the entranceway of Iconoclast.
Pedro delivers snarky chomps at mean fans, stopping just as fast, smiling for photos for the ones who give him carrots. Reno and Chaos look at one another, then both step out of their circular enclosures. They follow Pedro to the ring, up the steps, and onto the apron. Trekking side to side with trademark smirks and postures for the massive Brawl audience. Pedro sucks in his gut, getting through the ropes, straightening his bowtie, then holding the ropes for Chris Chaos. Gabe spring pops over the top, fans pop, while the Icons take opposing turnbuckles. Posing on the second ropes, then looking back at each other with a menacing gaze. Looking to have zero regrets for their recent attacks. Pedro aggressively grabs two microphones for his team from a ring hand. Handing off the gold sparkle bucket, then bowing backward to a knee with a mic hand extended toward each icon.
They dismount at the same time. Walking in to take the mics and pet Pedro on his snout for being such a good boy. The first boom pad rises to the lips of Gabe Reno. Fans murmur and boo him relentlessly chanting "X-W-F!" Alluding to his departure being less than cordial. Reno smirks, shimmying his arms up and down to keep the energy up. Chaos grins toward Pedro, pulling a spare celery stick out of his back pocket for Pedro to munch on. Reno speaks into the boom-pad of his mic finally; the vapor of hatred burns momentarily off.
'𝕽adical' Gabe Reno
"Ya know, I don't mind being the most hated man in wrestling.
It fits the bill.
Getting the job done is all that matters here…
boos, cheers, toss your fucking sodas…
Pedro will catch them, just hope that he doesn't catch you too."
It fits the bill.
Getting the job done is all that matters here…
boos, cheers, toss your fucking sodas…
Pedro will catch them, just hope that he doesn't catch you too."
Boos again rain down on the former Universal Champion, as his counterpart holds his own mic up to speak,
pacing behind his cohorts with something specific on his mind.
pacing behind his cohorts with something specific on his mind.
Chris 'Chaotic One' Chaos
"You know, Gabe- we attacked the WGWF Tag Team Champions on Smash…"
A chorus of chants for Star Lord and SEX ignite throughout the arena. Reno nods playfully to rub it in.
Pedro slides out of the ring to ask a fan for some Fanta to wash down the celery.
Pedro slides out of the ring to ask a fan for some Fanta to wash down the celery.
Chris 'Chaotic One' Chaos
"Making points is what Icons are supposed to do. I guess SEX hasn't taught you that lesson?"
Fans chant "GET LOST LOSERS!" over and over in relentless squalor.
Chris 'Chaotic One' Chaos
"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU WANT!
WE RUN SHIT IN THE TAG DIVISION FROM HERE ON OUT!
You want a fucking Starlord!? I'm Chaos in any galaxy!!"
((calming to stay on track, flinging his hair behind him))
"He found that out though, didn't he?
SO DID… his lame… ass… partner."
((turning toward Gabe in gesture))
"WE ARE THE LIFEBLOOD.
WE ARE WRESTLING.
SEX?! A fun story..."
"in its last- chapter-."
He grins wide at the camera, tormenting the haters with pure salon quality confidence. Pedro is in the lap of a family who looks terrified in the front row. Playing panda games on an iPad with a little girl. WGWF security approaches him, in fear for their safety, but his growl scares them back. The little girl's parents grow wider eyed, covered with smelly unkempt crotch fur and a lethal predator.
'𝕽adical' Gabe Reno
"WEEE aren't here to please yoOOOou.
WEEE have a SEX headache.
WEEE are here to teach.
A long lesson in history, followed by a shitload of handling adversity, then dismembering and dismantling your SEX Education program… BUT- it doesn't stop with them. We used Cable masks for a reason. We have other goals and bars to set, then to raise further than they've ever existed in WGWF. We are the oversight; we are the correctors of the carnival bullshit going on in back. We are the radical chaos that inflicts its will on the roster of either show in an unforgiving... brutal fashion..."
WEEE have a SEX headache.
WEEE are here to teach.
A long lesson in history, followed by a shitload of handling adversity, then dismembering and dismantling your SEX Education program… BUT- it doesn't stop with them. We used Cable masks for a reason. We have other goals and bars to set, then to raise further than they've ever existed in WGWF. We are the oversight; we are the correctors of the carnival bullshit going on in back. We are the radical chaos that inflicts its will on the roster of either show in an unforgiving... brutal fashion..."
Fans gasp just as the Iconoclast die has been cast.
"AND THERE'S NOT A GODDAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!"
Chanters pivot to "YOU WERE FIRED, YOU WERE…"
Looking at crowd members, pointing at his dick.
'𝕽adical' Gabe Reno
"I was FIRED. FOR A REASON. REMEMBER THAT.
Maybe- don't leave the backdoor unlocked next time, Brawl.
You never know who might show up- or fuck around and take over,
BITCH."
On screen the producers hit a cue,
ending this still image before break.
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CENTURION: Chris Chaos is looking to right that misstep from last Brawl--
DERRICK DIAMOND: I think we both know that’s not going to happen tonight. He might have the guts and the heart, but Spencer Adams has been on one hell of a tear recently.
It’s clear Chris Chaos doesn’t have any respect for his opponent, shrugging off any sign of sportsmanship. He even turns away, mocking the wrestler by yelling out at the crowd. When the bell rings, Spencer Adams explodes from the corner of the ring and hits a high-impact clothesline, absolutely obliterating Chaos to a huge pop from the crowd! Chaos staggers back up, savvy enough to dodge when Adams tries to snatch him in for a grapple and this time he’s on the offense with a quick wrist lock and some speedy shoulder blocks that drive Adams back into the corner. Spencer elbows his way out of that grip and sends Chaos off across the ring, only to catch him on the rebound with a running knee to the gut – AVALANCHE DDT!
CENTURION: Chris Chaos took every bit of that DDT! Ouch!
Spencer gets Chaos to his feet, setting him up for a belly-to-back suplex, but Chaos reverses to get behind him, suplexing Spencer over instead! Spencer rolls through it, getting to his feet, but Chaos is on the attack now, coming at Adams to get a half nelson bulldog, planting him once more! The impact stuns Adams, keeping him down for a few moments. Chaos stands up, looking out at the booing audience, as if daring any of them to step into the ring with him. He smirks, turning back to Spencer and pulling him up, only to get struck as Adams spins out of it with a back fist, knocking Chaos backwards! Spencer then uses the space, jumping into Chaos and getting a zig zag that causes Chaos to fall onto his back!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Chaos was getting some momentum going there, but Adams then took it right back!
Adams makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Kick out by Chaos.
CENTURION: Near fall by Adams. Spencer’s got that fighting spirit, you can’t give him any opportunity to get going again.
Before Chaos can get back up, Spencer’s all over him like a fat kid on a bag of Skittles and he unloads some quick elbow strikes before sending Chaos packing to the ropes again. He hooks and rebounds, looking for a heavily telegraphed lariat but Spencer nails him in the face with a back elbow and then follows up with an arm wrench and a hook kick to even the score. Spencer feints, avoiding Chaos’ attempt to grapple before locking in a hammerlock in the process. Chaos tries a back elbow, which Spencer ducks and that’s a huge mistake because the momentum spins Chaos around, and Adams brings him to the canvas with an arm drag takedown. Knee drop to the arm! Chaos’ legs kick as he holds his arm close, feeling the burn from the damage inflicted.
CENTURION: For every move, Spencer Adams has a counter!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Telling you, we might be looking at our next Intercontinental Champion right here.
With one arm, Adams drags Chaos back up, shooting him towards the ropes. He lowers his head as Chaos comes in, but Chaos is able to stop and kick Adams’ head back up, stunning him. As Adams staggers back, Chaos is quick to charge right at him, spearing him to the canvas!
Chaos make the cover hooking the leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Spencer kicks out while Gabe Reno barks out at the referee calling for a faster count. Chaos begins hammering away at Adams on the mat, letting out all his fury at how this contest had been going, as the referee tries to order him to back off. Chaos just shoves the referee away from him, going back to pummeling Adams as the crowd boos his actions. Chaos doesn’t seem to care, though, as he’s got Spencer down for the time being.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Chaos needs to be careful, a disqualification here would cost him his shot at the Intercontinental Title.
CENTURION: It looks to me like Chaos wants to make sure Adams doesn’t get that shot, either!
The referee begins a 5 count, threatening to throw this contest out. Chaos finally stops and gets up, glaring at the referee, before telling him to do his job. He then grabs the legs of the stunned Adams, turning him over in an inverted Sharpshooter submission, working the limbs of his foe! Adams is struggling against the hold, trying to find a way to break free, as the referee comes over to check on him. He asks Adams if the man gives up, but Spencer refuses, shaking his head grimly before beginning to drag himself towards the ropes. For all of Chaos’ efforts, he can’t stop Adams’ momentum, as the rope break is achieved. It takes Chaos just shy of 5 seconds to finally let go.
CENTURION: Make him break the hold faster, ref!
DERRICK DIAMOND: As much as I hate it, that WAS within the legal limits. Technically.
Chaos has gotten Spencer further up on the ropes now, using his leg to choke Adams by jamming his throat into the lower rope. We get another 5 count, with Chaos breaking it right at the last moment. Another warning from the referee goes unheeded, as Chaos is energized now. He pulls Adams up, mocking him some more, before spinning the wrestler back down with a neckbreaker. He puts an arm on him, very nonchalantly.
1…
2…
And Adams easily gets a shoulder up, annoying Chaos. He latches onto Adams, dragging him up as he talks about how Adams is a sniveling coward and beyond pathetic. This seems to be a mistake, though, as Adams reaches out with his arms and grabs Chaos around the shoulders, dropping with a jawbreaker that stuns Chris, staggering him backwards!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That’s one way to shut a guy up!
Instead of using the time to recover, Spencer goes on the offensive again. He shoves Chaos to the ropes, dropping him with a spinning back kick to the gut. As he staggers back, Adams nails him with a running dropkick. Chaos goes down but doesn't stay there, immediately popping back to his feet only to be dropped again by a missile dropkick! The crowd’s hyped, on their feet and getting into the action as Spencer Adams backs off a little, giving Chaos some space to regroup. The moment he starts to rise, Adams comes flying in with that deadly Koppo Kick. Chaos staggers back up, right into a second one and the crowd LOVES it! Adams darts in to grab Chaos up – EYE RAKE!
DERRICK DIAMOND: OH COME ON, REF! ARE YOU BLIND?!
CENTURION: I think that’s a prerequisite for being a referee in any wrestling company…
Spencer staggers back, trying to clear his watering eyes. Chaos takes full advantage, latching onto Adams by the head and twisting him for an impaler DDT! Adams’ head bounces painfully on the canvas, with Chaos quick to turn him over for the cover.
1…
2…
THRE….
DERRICK DIAMOND: Another kick out by Adams at the final moment!
Chaos is quick to turn it to the side, applying a crossface submission as he works Adams over, trying to keep the acrobatic wrestler down on the mat. The referee checks on Adams again, but Spencer says no, so Chaos angrily starts banging Adams’ head into the mat! He then gets up, glaring out at all the ticked off fans in the audience, having no use for them at this point. He then comes back to a recovering Adams, stomping on his right hand as he tries to get up! Spencer groans and falls back to a seated position, holding his hand, as Chaos triumphantly gloats above him.
CENTURION: Adams may never play the piano again.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Did he play the piano before this match?
CENTURION: How should I know? That’s more your department than mine, Derrick.
Chaos takes a few seconds too long to mount fresh offense, enjoying the situation as it stands, and the moment he darts in, looking for a single-leg takedown, Spencer shuts that down, forcing him back in the corner with a series of stiff chops that end up in a back-and-forth slugfest before the official puts a stop to that with a warning. Adams begs off and the moment the referee turns away, Chaos goes for a low blow – near miss and Spencer dumps him back with another stiff Koppo Kick! He goes for another but Chaos manages to avoid and Spencer immediately regroups, driving a knee to the guts of Chaos, before a whip into the ropes leads to a short-armed lariat! Koppo Kick! AND ANOTHER! The crowd is electric as Spencer hoists Chaos up for a fireman’s carry slam! BOOMSHAKALAKA!
CENTURION: I don’t think Chris Chaos knows what day it is anymore, let alone how to get out of this dangerous predicament.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I don’t know about that. He’s not out of the running yet. I think I just saw him moving. Is he trying to roll over? Holy hell, he doesn’t know when to quit!
Adams turns to the enthusiastic crowd, spreading his arms out to embrace their cheers. Chaos pushes up with his arms, getting up to all fours and the moment he does, Adams spins around and nails a textbook 99 Problems (Kinshasa)! Chris Chaos collapses on the canvas and Adams dives in for the cover, hooking the leg deep!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Gabe Reno pulls the referee out of the ring stopping the count!
CENTURION: COME ON! RENO PULLED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING!
The referee admonishes Gabe Reno who holds up both hands while backing away from the referee. Adams is beside himself as he gets back to a vertical base seeing what’s transpired.
DERRICK DIAMOND: For all extensive purposes this one should be over and Spencer Adams should be moving on to the Elimination Chamber!
With the referee admonishing Reno who goes out of his way to hold the attention we see Chris Chaos crawl up behind Spencer and land a low blow! The crowd erupts with boos as we see Spencer crumble to the mat. Chaos crawls toward the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet where he calls for Dead Man’s Trigger. The referee slides back into the ring unknown of the low blow landed.
CENTURION: Chaos is sizing up Adams!
Suddenly the crowd ERUPTS! Gabe Reno comes around the ring to the foot of the ramp looking up toward the curtain as Chris Chaos turns his attention toward the top of the ramp when we see the WGWF World Tag Team Champions emerge locking eyes with the two men who assaulted them a week ago on Smash!
DERRICK DIAMOND: S.E.X. is here!
In the ring with the distraction Spencer Adams rolls up Chaos with a school boy.
1!!
2!!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND ADVANCING TO FIRST DANCE: SPENCER ADAMS
Match Time: 14:11
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Adams quickly escapes out to the floor as the bell ringing gets the attention of Radical who immediately slides into the ring and gets in the referee’s face. Adams raises his arms as he gets himself up the ramp.
CENTURION: Adam’s found a way! Spencer Adams has qualified for the Elimination Chamber at First Dance.
Chaos and Radical lock eyes with the Sports Entertainment Xpress and spout off remarks not caught on the cameras.
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The scene transitions to the North Pole, where an 80s disco-themed party is in full swing. Elves groove to Earth, Wind, and Fire, while Santa, clad in a glittering, oversized jacket, contemplates a Rubik's cube in his rocking chair. As the music crescendos, the lively atmosphere is interrupted by distant chatter.
The camera focuses on KC Cooper and Pax Egan, bedecked in matching silver disco outfits, approaching Santa with an eager smile, cradling reindeers in their arms.
Santa Claus: “Did you ever finish wrapping those gifts?”
The girls sheepishly reveal their distraction, showcasing the reindeer paws with scrunchies attached to them.
Pax Egan: “We were halfway done when we kind of got distracted and decided we wanted to play with the reindeers. They are so cute. I wish we could take one home.”
KC laughs, then suggests a wild idea.
KC Cooper: “I got an even better idea. We show up to a wrestling event with one.”
Santa Claus: "Now, girls, you know the reindeer must stay with me at all times. You don’t want them to be in any sort of danger, do you?”
Pax Egan: “Ay I guess you are right. There are some mean people out there. Should we finish up those presents then, KC?”
The duo agrees, understanding the potential risks, and they leave to finish wrapping gifts.
~~MOMENTS LATER~~
KC and Pax sit beneath the Christmas tree amidst a sea of wrapped and unwrapped gifts. Labeled packages bear names like The Ramseys, Cholo, Spencer Adams, and Pogo and Stiches, who happened to be on the WGWF roster. While they wrap up their task for today, KC places a big bow neatly on each gift and smiles, feeling the same Christmas spirit as she did when she was a young child.
KC Cooper: “I hope we are allowed to do this every year. It feels good to give to others without expecting anything in return. I just hope everyone likes their gifts and is not a total Grinch about it.”
Pax Egan: “You can’t expect everyone to be nice. We’ll encounter assholes no matter where we go, but I think I know two people who might just enjoy their gifts.”
KC looks at her with curiosity, trying to understand her thought process.
KC Cooper: “Oh? Is it someone that we know?”
Pax giggles, teasing her a bit with suspense before revealing who they are.
Pax Egan: “Pogo and Stitches! Look, hear me out. I know we don’t exactly know them too well, but they seem fun, and I feel like we would all get along. We could even find them and hand them their gifts personally at the next WGWF Brawl show. What do you think, Paxy? Please say yes. I mean, look at how our meeting with John Cable went .It’ll be just as memorable.”
KC Cooper: “Okay, but if they try anything-”
Pax interrupts, and hugs her.
Pax Egan: “They won't, I can promise you that. Now shall we indulge in milk and cookies and dance the night away to celebrate?"
KC nods, and the duo carefully place all the gifts inside a big bag before scattering to locate the plate of cookies and cold milk to satisfy their cravings.
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A simulated sunset brings the arena in darkness, the opening notes of Ennio Morricone’s immortal western theme “Ecstasy of Gold” begins to ring out over the arena as storm clouds on the tron begin to rumble with thunder and lightning simulating one of those Texas desert nights. As the song builds up, out steps Bobby Ray Willis who is flanked on either side by his girlfriend Doll E. and her brother Cooper. Bobby Ray pays no attention towards the crowd as he strides down the aisle with his leather assless chaps, which are thankfully being worn over jeans. Looks like he’s giving the WGWF censors the night off… so far. Bobby Ray stands on the outside of the ring for a moment taking a long deep breath, he lifts his black Stetson hat from his head and pulls out a picture of Clint Eastwood which he gives a little kiss towards before handing everything over to Cooper. Bobby Ray then runs his hands through his perfect looking blonde hair, Doll E nearly loses it right there with pure ecstasy as does this.
Derrick Diamond: Bobby is ready, or at least as ready as he is going to get.
Centurion: He is a silly man, with a silly outlook. He better start getting serious, quickly, or Jenny Myst is going to tear him apart.
Derrick Diamond: Speak of the devil.
Alexa walks out onto the ramp, Miriam around her waist. In her hands is Amby, her doll, as it is a good luck charm and she doesn’t go anywhere without it.
"And introducing next, from Las Vegas, Nevada……..she is the WGWF Television Champion……..Jenny Myst!"
Jenny’s eyes lock on Bobby and his cohorts in the ring. She has a deadly serious expression on her face. Coming out behind her are a hoard of servers donned in white coats and bakers hats, all pitching in to carry a giant Sponge Cake and three different colors of Hawaiian Punch to the ring. She glances at them as they pass her, but her expression doesn’t waiver.
Derrick Diamond: Jenny is unnervingly calm during this charade. Between Bobby and his shenanigans, and now this. This is shaping up to be the most unorthodox contract signing we’ve ever seen!
Centurion: With these two–we may not be able to air this on cable.
Jenny walks up the steps and into the ring, looking at the table and then up at Candace. The wait staff has placed the the big cake in on the table along with various colored Solo cups to hold the punch. Before Jenny makes her way to the table, she bends down and lifts up the apron, looking under the table. Satisfied with what she sees, she takes her belt off and holds it over her head.
Derrick Diamond: You gotta think she’s looking for Dubois, he’s gotta be in her mind somewhere.
Centurion: You give her far too much credit.
Candice: Jenny, Bobby, please take a seat at the table, and we can get one of our Main Events set for the Pay Per View.
Jenny, whose eyes are now locked onto Bobby with laser focus, props Miriam up on the table and pours a cup of Green Hawaiian Punch for herself. She takes a sip, and as if she was an entirely different person, her expression changes. She now hosts a big smile, and waves at Bobby’s cohorts, Candace and the crowd. Candace seems at ease now that the tension has lifted, for the moment.
Candice: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have sitting before me the WGWF Television Champion and her number one contender, Bobby Ray Willis! These two are going to sign the contract for their match at First Dance, with the champion, Jenny, having chosen the stipulation!
Jenny tilts her head with a sick smile, looking at Willis and company.
Candice: So, if you both would sign that would be—-
Jenny: WAIT!
She brings the mic to her black painted lips.
Jenny: Ms. Candace…..if we’re gonna do this, we should do it the right way. What kind of organization are you running here?!
But before Jenny or Candice can get another word in, Bobby Ray taps the microphone that he has in his hands. He has a bit of a shock at first that it actually worked, but then a sly smile grows across his face as he’s got everyone’s attention.
Bobby Ray: Before we get all out of control or whatnot, I’d like to say first off that while that sponge cake does look delicious I am on a zero sugar diet. Secondly, I was not made aware of any sort of stipulation being added to this match… as Coop over here did not pre-read this contract for me.
Jenny moved the clipboard and handed it to Candace just as Coop attempted to pick up the clipboard containing the contract. She bring the mic back to her mouth, annoyed.
Jenny: “Hey! You need to wait like everyone else! Now….where were we………..oh yeah……cake and juice.”
She snaps her fingers as WGWF staff flood the ring. They start to cut the cake and pour juice in cups. She directs traffic. Bobby sits back, his arms folded, with a huge eye roll.
Jenny: “Make sure they get some too……..Boberto and rudy mc-rude pants.”
They cut cake and put it on plates for her opponent and his crew.
Jenny: “Even those two talking heads down there……make sure they get some cake too.”
Derrick Diamond: We’re getting cake?! Score! Best contract signing ever!
Centurion: Have you actually ever tried sponge cake? It’s quite dry.
Derrick: You’re just a hater.
The two announcers are given their cake, their solo cups of Hawaiian punch.
Jenny: “Okay! Is everyone all set?! Beautiful! You can’t have a contract signing without cake and juice, it's like a rule. So…..okay, let's get down to business.”
She puts a piece of cake in her mouth with a fork, a smile across her black painted lips.
Candice: Okay…..so……like I was saying, The champion does have the right to choose the stipulation. She didn’t tell me one until the very last second. Typical. She DID however, get me one, so the contract has been amended to include said stipulation.
Coop rubs Bobby’s shoulders, telling him it's okay.
Jenny pulls out a Staples EASY Button and slams it on the table. Bobby looks perplexed.
Candice: Do you want to inform your opponent of the stipulation you’ve chosen?
Jenny giggles, and claps.
Jenny: “Let me put this a way that this half surfer half hillbilly can understand.”
She clears her throat.
Jenny: “Bro, we got this new gimmick, yo. It's called the "Button of Doom," and bro -- let me tell you, it's amazing.
So you've got this big button at the top of the ramp, bro -- and when you press the button, it randomly selects the type of match you'll be fighting in. So you hit the button at the start, bro, and it pops up on the titan tron that you'll be fighting in a tables match. But, get this bro, in the middle of the match you can run up to the top of the ramp and hit the button AGAIN to change the type of match midway through. Press the button, bro -- boom, it's now a ladder match. Opponent runs up the ramp and hits button, boom -- bro, now we got a falls count anywhere match. Opponent doesn't like that so hits the button again, bro -- boom, now it's No. Holds. Barred. Button of Doom, bro. It's gonna draw big money.”
Derrick Diamond: WOW! That may be the first time we’ve ever had a match like this in WGWF history! The television champ is revolutionizing the television division! Just like she said she would!
Centurion: Are you done?
Bobby is pissed that Coop didn’t tell him about this beforehand. He is yelling at Coop, claiming Coop fucked him. Coop is arguing his case but Bobby isn’t trying to hear it. While this fracas is going on, Jenny pulls a purple crayon out of her bra. She shows the crayon to Candace, and grabs the clipboard. Jenny signs it.
Derrick Diamond: It’s signed by the champ! Signed in Crayon!
Coop and Bobby seem to realize this, and compose themselves. He sits back down. Jenny has a more serious look on her face, her head tilted to the side. She offers the crayon to Bobby, and he slaps it out of her hand. The crowd “Oooooo’s”. Jenny snarls a little.
Bobby Ray is handed an off-colored orange crayon from Cooper instead, with his other hand he clears the plate of sponge cake away from his face and slides the contract over to him. He goes to sign the contract, but hesitates at the last moment.
Bobby Ray: “We don’t do purple crayons where I come from, Jenny. We only do burnt orange crayons here in Texas, baby! And here’s another thing we do around here, we remember things long after they’ve happened. Two weeks ago, you sprayed pepper spray into my face in the middle of this here ring… I give you credit for the creativity, but I must warn you that it is not a mistake I intend on ever having repeated again. So, a big button match is fine with me whatever that means… you’re the champ you call the shots, for now. But I want you to remember one thing before this all goes down on January 21st… even when I was one hundred percent blind, I still nearly landed this loaded left hand. Had that landed? You’d have another dent in that brain of yours, which from my point of view puts you a little too close to having a fully scrambled egg up there. So, I’ll sign your little contract. I give you your stipulation, but count them days down because that title you’re serving cake and drinks to is coming home with me and it too will go on a strict diet.”
Bobby Ray puts burnt orange crayon to paper as the crowd cheers for the University of Texas shout-out.
Candice: It’s official! Jenny Myst vs. Bobby Ray Willis at First Dance for the Television Title!
Jenny: Bobby….Bobby Bobby Bobby……you have no idea what you’re in for at First Dance. I will die in that ring before I let someone take my Miriam from me. I don’t have a plan, because I don’t need one. This match is about surviving and adapting to an ever-changing landscape. It is about being outside of your comfort zone, about pushing yourself to a level you never thought possible before. For always being ready. For expecting…….the unexpected………”
She whips a canister out of her bra. Pepper Spray. She sprays towards Bobby with a quick draw, and he ducks at the last moment, rolling out of the ring. Coop, however, wasn’t so lucky. He got a face full of mace and began to scream and grab at his eyes. Jenny stands up with lightning speed, and grabs Coop.
PINK PERFECTION! (Twist of Fate).
THROUGH THE TABLE!
Spongecake and Juice fly everywhere as the red faced Coop is unconscious. Jenny gets down in the mess and hooks the leg,
She mouths, as the crowd counts along…………
“One”
“Two”
“Three”.
She rolls off, and hits the Easy Button.
“That was easy.”
She has a serious stare that turns into a sideways grin as she stares at Bobby, who's having a conniption fit walking backwards up the ramp.
Derrick Diamond: The Television Champ with a message to her challenger here! It’s gonna be a Button of Doom match at First Dance! My lord what else are we going to see tonight!
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The bell sounds as we are underway. Stitches and Hixx make their way to the middle of the ring but before they lock up Stitches throws both hands up asking for a moment. Stitches digs into his tights and pulls out a balloon. Stitches stretch the balloon and blows it up and makes a quick balloon poodle for Hixx and hands it to her.
CENTURION: Did Stitches just make a balloon animal to start this match?
DERRICK DIAMOND: It certainly appears so.
Hixx looks at the balloon animal but is decked with a right hand by Stitches sending Latoya down to the mat. Stitches steps on the balloon animal popping it to boos from the crowd before he begins stomping away at the downed Hixx. Stitches picks Latoya up and take her back into the ropes where he fires her across the ring, Hixx bounces off the far side, and baseball slides between the legs of Stitches!
Hixx is back to her feet and catches Stitches with a boot to the midsection.
Hixx under hooks the arms and lands a beautiful butterfly suplex that Hixx floats over into a cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Stitches escapes with a kick out as Hixx transitions into a rear chin lock.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Latoya didn’t take too kindly to that cheap shot by Stitches.
CENTURION: Not at all but right now she’s in firm control with that rear chin lock.
The referee is in perfect positioning to ask Stitches to submit, Stitches refuses and begins working his way to one knee before stepping back up to his feet and is able to turn the chinlock into a side headlock which he is then able to look for a Side Suplex! Hixx flips over the back of Stitches and lands on her feet. Stitches spins around and into a scoop-up by Hixx before she lands a fallaway slam! Stitches rolls to the outside to create some distance as the crowd pops huge for Latoya. Pogo runs around the ring, tripping over his own two feet as he falls to the floor before getting back up and checking on Stitches.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The hetero-lifemate of Stitches is right be his side.
Inside the ring Hixx starts sizing up Stitches who is beginning to get to his feet. She bounces off the far side gaining a full head of steam as she looks for a suicide dive between the top and middle rope only to see Pogo shove Stitches out of the way causing Hixx to crash and burn. Boos echo throughout the arena.
CENTURION: Looks like Pogo made the save for his buddy on that one or Hixx would have taken his head off.
Pogo rallies Stitches who is back to his feet. Stitches picks Hixx up and hurls her back into the ring. Stitches slides into the ring and quickly gets to his feet where he picks Hixx up and positions her for a Powerbomb. Stitches hoists Hixx up in the air but takes her up into a Crucifix and lands a beautiful Crucifix Powerbomb! Stitches holds for the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Hixx escapes with a kickout.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Hixx got the shoulder up!
Stitches gets to both knees and looks over at the referee who shows him two fingers. Stitches gets to his feet where he picks Latoya up and takes her back into a corner. Stitches starts laying shoulder blocks to the midsection before bringing Latoya out from the corner and throwing her through the ropes and out to the floor. Stitches distract the referee as we see Pogo come up to Hixx as she gets to her feet and kicks her in the shin!
CENTURION: Why is Pogo getting involved? He’s not even tall enough to ride the ride.
Pogo runs away from Hixx before the referee turns around and starts to lay the count to Latoya. Stitches blows past the referee and steps out to the apron of the ring where he leaps off with a double axe handle only to have Latoya catch him with a right hand to the gut! The crowd pops for Latoya as she takes Stitches and drives him face-first off the ring apron! Hixx drives Stitches into the apron a second time before hurling him into the steel steps!
Pogo comes back around the ring only to have Hixx spin around catching him trying to sneak up on her!
Pogo immediately spins around and runs around the ring with Latoya Hixx giving chase after him! Pogo comes all the way around the ring and when he cuts the corner where Stitches is we see Stitches pop up with a lariat to Hixx spinning her inside out on the floor!
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Pogo factor strikes again!
The crowd boos intently as Stitches and Pogo laugh with each other before Stitches pickles Hixx up and hurls her back into the ring. Stitches slide back into the ring under the bottom rope and gets back to his feet. Stitches picks Latoya up and takes her back into the ropes. Stitches shoots Hixx across the ring, Hixx bounces off the ropes and ducks under another lariat attempt by Stitches and it’s Latoya who does a front handspring into the ropes and catches Stitches with a flying back elbow! The crowd roars for Latoya as Stitches gets back to his feet and is met with a boot to the midsection followed by a swinging neckbreaker! Latoya rolls out to the ring apron under the bottom rope where she pulls herself up to her feet and begins climbing up to the top rope.
CENTURION: Hixx is headed up to the top rope!
DERRICK DIAMOND: She’s going to fly!
Stitches starts to make his way back to his feet where he looks around but when he finds Latoya in midair and it’s too late as she hits a Missile Dropkick! Hixx makes the cover on Stitches hooking the near leg.
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THRE…
Stiches kicks out of the near fall to a gasp from the crowd before they start screaming in favor of Latoya!
CENTURION: Just a two count!
Hixx gets back to her feet where she backs up against the ropes sizing up Stitches who begins to roll over to his chest where he pushes himself up off the mat but before Latoya can make any move Pogo climbs on the apron and latches onto Hixx’s right ankle. Latoya pulls Pogo into the ring and attempts to kick him off her but Pogo is pugnacious as he holds onto the ankle. The referee interjects and removes Pogo but it’s too late because when Latoya spins around Stitches gouges her in the eyes followed by a Side Russian Leg Sweep!
Stitches floats over into the cover.
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THRE…
Hixx kicks out again to a thunderous ovation from the crowd.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Hixx is still got fight in her as she escapes with a kick out.
Pogo is beside himself on the floor while we see Stitches getting back to his feet. Stitches reaches down to pick Latoya up only to have Hixx counter with an inside cradle!
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2!!
THRE…
Kick out by Stitches! Both Stitches and Hixx are back to their feet where they take each other down with a double clothesline! The referee starts laying the count to both Stitches and Hixx.
CENTURION: Stitches and Hixx are both down and out here! The referee is laying his count!
Both participants begin to stir at the referee’s six count. The count is broken by the eight count as both Hixx and Stitches are back up to a vertical base with Stitches swinging with a right hand! Hixx blocks and counts with a spin kick to the gut doubling over Stitches. Hixx bounces off the ropes only to be scooped up by Stitches and driven down into the mat with a TOMBSTONE Piledriver!
DERRICK DIAMOND: KILLJOY!
Stiches makes the cover hooking the leg.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: STITCHES
Match Time: 8:54
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Pogo waddles up the steps to the ring apron where he steps under the middle rope joining Stitches in the ring giving him a big hug as he gets to his knees.
CENTURION: Stitches picks up the win tonight on Monday Night Brawl.
Stitches gets to his feet where he holds Pogo and suddenly slams Pogo on top of Hixx! Pogo pops back up to his feet where he and Stitches begin stomping away at Latoya Hixx! The crowd breaks out into boos!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Okay Clown’s R Us, you’ve made your point!
The attack on Hixx continues until Stitches picks Hixx up and hurls her out to the floor. Clowns are Us have a laugh at the expense of Hixx as the scene fades.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: I am getting word that The Fortunate Ones are backstage and have forced some of the Monday Brawl Cameramen to follow them.
CENTURION: THIS IS NOT THEIR SHOW! Can someone please get them out of here before I lose my shit.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Looks like you already have with your red cheeks wanting to be Jesse Wayne Heiman so bad.
CENTURION: You really need some help.
You can see Clyde Newton pushing one of the cameramen to follow as Amber does the same. Shaun Hart is leading the way and Big E is in the back. The Fortunate Ones have these poor cameramen surrounded as they are led down the hallway. No sight of J Mont until you get to the end of the hallway. Standing there like a million bucks, J Mont is talking to some guy who looks to be a stand by wrestler incase of any injuries.
J MONT: So, Amber tells me that you are related to someone here on Monday Night Brawl.
AMBER MANSLEY: And don’t lie to Joe either.
CLYDE NEWTON: I never seen this piece of shit before.
J MONT: Easy guys because this right here might be another way to piss off Chris.
As the guy is standing there, you can tell he is fearing for his life and does not want to make the wrong move because he knows what The Fortunate Ones are capable of.
MAN: I don't want trouble for myself or my family.
J MONT: Then it’s really simple. If you just admit that you are related to Chris, we can move on and I can find some work for you. Not on this shitty B Show, but in other avenues with all my resources.
MAN: Me and Chris haven't spoken in a long time, and i came here tonight to maybe finally have a conversation with him.
J MONT: You don't need Chris for anything. As a matter of fact, just tell all of us here right now, on Live TV who you are and what you really think of Chris Page.
The man takes a deep breath because this may save his life and get his future rolling.
MAN: My name is…………PAUL PAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PAUL PAGE: And Chris is my piece of shit cousin who only looks out for himself and no one else. He will use anyone he can until he doesnt need them, and then throw them away like a piece of trash. I cannot wait to see you J Mont slap the shit out of Chris.
J MONT: And you will. I will make sure Paul you have a front row seat for you and a guest. And I am sorry that your last name is Page and that you have a relation to him.
AMBER MANSLEY: I thought John Cable was ugly. But Chris is worse and has more wrinkles on his face then…….
CLYDE NEWTON: Great, there is another douchebag Page in this world. First you had Chris, who then turned Candice into Page and now this Paul guy.
J MONT: It’s all good. Paul here is going to give us some more information about Chris that we are going to use to bury him once and for all.
J Mont puts his arm around Paul Page as they walk down the hallway talking to one another. The Fortunate Ones follow as the cameramen are finally left at peace as they watch this Hostile Takeover walk away for now.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Paul Page? I wonder why Chris has never mentioned him before.
CENTURION: What a coincidence Paul Page shows up tonight when J Mont and The Fortunate Ones happen to be here and in the same hallway.
DERRICK DIAMOND: First you hate The Fortunate Ones. Now you hate this Paul Page guy. Who do you like?
CENTURION: Everyone not affiliated or associated with The Fortunate Ones.
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Scene cuts to a luxury box overseeing the arena in San Antonio where we find Tristan Slater kicked back watching tonight’s show. We see Denise Essex sitting behind Tristan with a microphone in her hand as the crowd cheers wildly.
DENISE ESSEX: Tristan Slater, two weeks ago you punched your ticket to the now-announced Elimination Chamber Match for the vacant WGWF Intercontinental Championship featuring five other combatants; one of which is claiming to be the Interim Intercontinental Champion.
Tristan starts laughing while we now hear the crowd chanting loudly, “SLATER! SLATER! SLATER!” causing Tristan to stand up and give the crowd his best Living Legend Larry Zbyszko which pops the crowd before he sits back down.
TRISTAN SLATER: Lively bunch tonight.
DENISE ESSEX: Absolutely.
TRISTAN SLATER: Denise, you’re one hundred percent correct when you say I’ve taken that next step toward claiming the one Championship that has eluded me in my WGWF career, the Intercontinental Championship, and I know that I will be locked inside that Chamber with five other participants that are all looking to leave with that coveted Championship. The last thing this is going to be is easy, and if anyone thinks that this is going to be a walk in the park for any of us then might I suggest you’re more deluded than J Mont.
We hear some laughter from the crowd.
TRISTAN SLATER: By the close of tonight the field of six will be settled and we will all know just who all have eyes on “precious”.
DENISE ESSEX: What are your thoughts on Artemis claiming themselves as Interim Intercontinental Champion?
TRISTAN SLATER: Is that all we gotta do? Cause shit, if that’s the case…
Tristan reaches down out of view of the cameras and pulls up his own WGWF Intercontinental Championship drawing a huge ovation from the crowd as he places it on his lap.
TRISTAN SLATER: What’s stopping me from doing the same thing? Nothing. I find it amusing that she feels the need to make herself feel more important knowing that she’s walking into a match that she isn’t going to win. The difference between me and her outside of what’s hanging between my legs is that I don’t need to use props to feel better about myself or my position in this company. It’s like J Mont running around claiming to be a network executive when the WGWF doesn’t air on NETWORK television! Splat Television doesn’t employ J Mont, I mean I can call and ask.
Denise starts to slump down in her seat which catches Tristan’s eye.
TRISTAN SLATER: Do you need me to take that?
Tristan grabs the microphone and the camera takes a shot of him.
TRISTAN SLATER: This isn’t a game for children, it’s not a game for posers, and it’s not a game for soft feelings. The actions of anyone who claims to be an interim anything is anything other than MID at best.
Tristan uses his free hand to take the Intercontinental Championship off his lap and hurls it on the floor before gazing intently into the camera.
TRISTAN SLATER: Sunday Night, January 21st, El Paso, Texas, my destiny is going to be fulfilled because if I’m not good at anything else, I’m good at betting on myself and coming out on top. None of you are going to be safe, and we are all going to pay the price for what it means to leave Monday Night Brawl’s First Dance wearing the WGWF Intercontinental Championship.
The crowd roars as Tristan reclines back and kicks his feet back up. The scene fades back to elsewhere.
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We are at ringside as Centurion and Derek Diamond are preparing themselves for the next match, when suddenly the Titan Tron’s Brawl Logo changes to the VIP room backstage. There we see Goth’s spokesperson Reverend Jebediah seated in a lounge chair, while sipping from a glass of Scotch.
Jebediah: Welcome my brothers and sisters!! Let us all be rejoiced for tonight’s Qualifying Match for the vacated Intercontinental championship!
The crowd boos as the reverend pauses as to take another sip from the glass of Scotch, soaking in the reaction from the crowd as if they were all chanting Amen or Hallelujah.
Jebediah: I know my brother’s and sisters!! For way too long have we been graced with mediocracy!! For way too long have you been had to sit through parodies of what others believe society wishes to embrace as their own!!! And with society I obviously mean the mindless fools that you are!!!!
The boos increases from the crowd as they are also starting to chant that Jebediah sucks, but= the Reverend has the biggest smile upon his face.
Jebediah: Take this town for instance!! A town that is sports minded!! A town that has a legendary NBA team that has won five NBA championships!!!!
The mood of the crowd suddenly changes as they are cheering for the reference to the five-time NBA champions the San Antonio Spurs. The cheers increases as the shot of the VIP area widens as we see The Coyote suddenly walk up to the reverend.
Jebediah: Isn’t this lovely?? The Coyote has been so kind to join me for this special moment, allowing me to prove a point!!
The Coyote waves towards the crowd as they all react with cheers as Jebediah addresses the mascot.
Jebediah: Isn’t it ironic that a legendary organization as the Spurs have been known as a winning organization! An organization that had more than 20 winning seasons!! A team that used to be a championship contender for over 20 years!!!
The crowd cheers as the Coyote starts to use the infamous Go Spurs Go sign as he turns it around so that the crowd starts the chant. Only to have Jebediah kick him in the back, causing the Coyote to fall forward out of the shot as the crowd boos the reverend.
Jebediah: I said USED TO!! Because lets be fair!! The best thing that has ever happened to this organization was Kawhi Leoorard forcing his way out of this organization and win a championship with the Toronto Raptors!!
Crowd: Booo!
Jebediah: This team has been having losing seasons for years now!! Hell, it is amazing that they recently broke an 18 game losing streak by beating a great champion in LeBron James!!!
Crowd: BOOOO!
Jebediah: I know that deep down in your hearts you know that what I preach is true!! But tonight you will be graced with a winner!! A champion!! A leader when the Messiah Of Pain takes center court against Austin Ramsey! And we should be rejoiced that he will bring back the domination of a Tim Duncan, the characteristic nature of a Manu Ginobili!! And unlike Gregg Popovic having eternal youth!
Crowd: You suck! You Suck!
Jebediah: No people, I am here to tell you all that tonight will be the night that Goth will go on a warpath of setting you all free!! It’s just a shame that he has to start with a dump like San Antonio, Texas! But I guess we have to begin somewhere!
The crowd boos even louder as Jebediah takes a sip from his Scotch and smiles as he waves a finger towards the camera.
Jebediah: Oh no!! Apparently you do not understand that unlike your beloved basketball team that I am doing you all a favour!! That I am preaching the truth to you all!! Telling you that only HE can judge you fat overweight people!! It’s like how Charles Barkley always manages to hit the sensitive spots when it comes down to your San Antonio women!!!
We see the Coyote slowly rise up again, shaking his head as he has heard the remarks being made by Jebediah and intends to hit him with the Go Spurs Go sign across the back of his head. Only to have Jebediah throw the final remainder of the glass of Scotch in it’s eyes as this blinds him.
Jebediah: Ugh, such a waste of a good glass of Scotch. But just like The Messiah Of Pain, I am willing to sacrifice something good for the benefit of those who are the filth of our society today!! But thankfully I am merely the spokesperson of the man that WILL BE your next Intercontinental champion!! Who is willing to take on all of your sins, only to show you non-believers! To finally open your eyes and allow you to understand what a great and patient man he truly is!!!
Crowd: Boo!
Jebediah: Boo me all you want!! My skin is thick!! Because I walk in HIS shadow and HE has promised to protect me as well as anyone he will hurt in order to heal!! He is a game changer!! Look what HE has done to one Joe Montuori!! Look what HE is going to do to Austin Ramsey! And then embrace the possibilities of how HE is going to change all of your lives!! And I will be there throughout every single step of the way!!!
With that Jebediah grabs his glass of Scotch and raises it in the air to toast towards a wild crowd boos as the shot fades.
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We see Goth and Austin Ramsey stand opposed each other inside the ring, circling each other while keeping distance as both wrestling veterans are aware of each other’s strengths and weaknesses. Both circle each other for a few moments, Goth hesitantly extends his arms in an attempt to lock hands with Austin, but pulls back at the final moment before getting to one of the neutral corners and pushes his upper body through the ropes when Austin comes closer to him, forcing the official to get between them as to separate both wrestlers.
Centurion: For someone that has proclaimed that he has strong intentions to hurt Austin he sure as hell is trying to do the opposite.
Derek Diamond: He is just trying to sucker him in to make a mistake, something I am sure will ultimately happen.
The crowd boos the antics of Goth, who is watching Austin back off from him as he slowly moves his upper body through the ropes once more to fully stand inside the ring. He slaps both of his shoulders as he walks from the corner as he is about to lock hands once more, but again backs off again as he repeats the same move once more that causes the official to get between them. This time trying to push Austin away as he is getting close to face to face with Goth, the momentarily distraction gave Goth the opportunity to poke Austin in the eye with his thumb as he leans over the bend forward official. Austin staggers backwards as we see Toddrick Tabor Ramsey complain about it to deaf man’s ears as Goth follows the sudden move up with some heavy blows to the face of Austin. This causes him to back off into the corner before being whipped against the opposite turnbuckles by Goth, who then follows it up with a running clothesline that drops Austin.
Centurion: Oh my, Goth really knew that Austin would fall for that.
Derek Diamond: The oldest tricks in the book are usually still very effective Cent
Goth lifts Austin’s chin up to a standing position before driving the back of his elbow against the side of Austin’s head. He repeats the move a few more times before setting Austin up for a hip toss out of the corner before placing his hands across the chin while driving his knee between the shoulder blades as Austin desperately tries to break the chin lock that Góth has on him by attempting to pry his fingers between those of Góth. Goth relentlessly holds his head with one hand, while blasting series of forearm shots across the chest before locking his hands once again in the chin lock.
Centurion: So far it is all Goth dictating the match.
We see Austin slowly attempting to get to his feet, forcing the knee to be removed from his back as Goth maintains the grip upon his head. Austin finally gets to his feet as he drives series of elbows against the midsection of Goth before running the ropes. Goth follows him up with a clothesline but Austin ducks, running towards the other side of the ring and comes off with a flying forearm shot that staggers Goth into the ropes. Austin quickly gets to his feet and executes a Cross Body Block that sends both Goth and himself over the top rope to the outside. Goth falls awkwardly to the outside while Austin manages to land on top of him as he quickly gets up and high fives Toddrick to much of the happiness from the crowd. He then turns around towards Goth, grabbing him by his arm as he pushes him spine first into the ring apron before taking a few steps backward as he sets himself up for a Super Kick to the chin as the impact of the move forces Goth’s spine to push backwards while hitting the ropes behind him giving Goth a whiplash reaction to the back and his neck. Austin follows it up by whipping Goth into the security railing before charging in on him and executing a Monkey Flip that sends Goth falling upon his back upon the concrete padded floor before rolling in and out of the ring as this causes the ten count to be stopped as the official was at a count of seven.
Derek Diamond: I know Austin is a fighter, but this is a qualifying match for a possible title shot!! He could have just taken a count out victory over a capable veteran like Goth.
Centurion: I agree with you on that one Derek, but I guess the pride of Austin tells us that he wants to beat Goth.
He slowly rolls Goth back into the ring before hopping on the apron himself, measuring Goth for a bit as he sets himself up to climb the nearest turnbuckles and sets himself up for a Frog Splash on top of Goth, who has gotten his knees up at the last moment as this causes Austin to crash and burn.
Derek Diamond: I think his thoughts could be back upon whether he just should have taken a count out victory instead!!
Goth slowly gets up, shaking his head for a few moments before turning his attention towards Austin with a growl upon his face. Sitting down upon the chest of Austin while driving closed fists into the face of Austin as Austin is desperately trying to cover his face up with both arms but to no evail. Goth then decides to blatantly choke Austin out by placing both hands across the throat of Austin as the official warns him before using the ten count on him
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4!!!
Goth relinquishes the hold, staring daggers at Austin as the former tag team champion is coughing while trying to get some oxygen back into his body. Goth gets up, grabs him by the arm as he pulls him up to his feet before executing a fierce Snap Suplex that drops Austin hard upon the canvas as he sits up while instinctively reaching for the corner as this is what he is used to in tag team competition. Goth slowly gets to his feet before delivering a massive kick to the spine of Austin before getting in front of him and sets himself up for a kick against the exposed chest. But Austin ducks, forcing Goth spin around in a circle before rolling him up for a pin attempt.
Centurion: Rollup!!!
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Thr…
Goth kicks out at the final moment, getting up with an angry look on his face as he gets face to face with the official and starts to argue with him about something that he claims to be an illegal move of Austin. Austin who has gotten to his feet and has gotten behind Goth, jumping up in the back of Goth as he executes a Back Stabber before getting on top of him for a cover
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Centurion: NO!!! How did Goth kick out??!
The look on Austin’s face shows the same question as the camera zooms in on him, the crowd sees a replay of the move upon a split screen in the arena’s Titan Tron as they also cannot believe it. Austin looks up at the official with a puzzled look on his face, asking him if it wasn’t a count of three but the official waves it off. Austin looks over at Toddrick, searching for some direction before turning his attention back to Goth. Who is slowly starting to stir as he has gotten himself instinctively upon his side as in making it impossible for Austin to pin him. Austin grabs him by the arm as he uses all of his might to get the much larger and heavier Goth back to his feet as he sets him up for a Slam. But Goth manages to thwart it, using his weight and size to his advantage as he lands behind Austin. Pushing him into the turnbuckles before executing a Small Package as he then extends his arm towards the middle rope to gain some extra leverage as the official goes down for the three count
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Centurion: He is holding the ropes ref!!!!
2!!!!
Centurion: Damnit look up!!!
The official suddenly notices it before his hand could have hit the canvas for the third and final time, warning Goth about it as Goth looks up in shock and starts to get to his knees while putting his hands together in a prayer like fashion while looking at the official with a very innocent look on his face.
Derek Diamond: I almost would believe him if I had not known better!!
The official is shouting at Goth, as Goth gets to his feet and suddenly pulls the official in front of him as Austin charges in on him. This causes Austin to collide with the official while the official gets squashed between them and is out as Goth delivers a low blow to Austin Ramsey before using this distraction to his advantage and hits his homage to Rick Rude.
Centurion: Sinful Confessions!!
Goth gets on top of Austin, hooking both legs as there is no official around to make the pin while the crowd is booing the tactics of Goth.
Derek Diamond: No referee!
Goth counts the pin himself before getting off Austin and making his way over to check on the referee who is slowly starting to stir. Goth turns back and goes after Austin and begins to pick him up for a second Sinful Confessions but we get a low blow answer from Austin to Goth! Austin follows up with BUCKLE UP! Austin rolls Goth over making the cover! The referee slowly crawls into position.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND ADVANCING TO THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER: AUSTIN RAMSEY
Match Time: 15:23
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As the camera cuts to the back we see Devlin Knight walking out of his locker as he’s on his way to the ring for his match against Artemis but as he makes his way through the hallway, he is approached by Jordan Reed who extends his hand out for a handshake and Devlin reciprocates the gesture.
Jordan Reed: Hey Devlin I'm not going to hold you up too much because I know you've git a big back in a few minutes but I just wanted to take the time to introduce myself and let you know I think it's honorable what you're doing around here.
Devlin Knight: Oh hey, Jordan Reed right? Thanks, I've realized that way too much toxicity passes through the doors these days, so something needs to be done about it... And I've seen what you've shown you can do up against Milk Mason and Coding Rhodes recently, gotta say man you're definitely going to fit right in.
Jordan gives Devlin a nod.
Jordan Reed: Appreciate that man, means a lot coming from a veteran like you and I just hope I can keep doing good around here and I know you don’t need it, but if you ever need some help with anything just give me a call.
Devlin Knight: As much as I appreciate that man and believe me, we could actually do with all the help we can get against these goons, but I'd rather not see J Mont and TFO take out someone trying to find their footing here because of me… Same as I told Jetta over on Smash. Just keep doing what you're good at and growing here Jordan, it won't take long at all.
Jordan nods with understanding and with a smile gives Knight another handshake.
Jordan Reed: Appreciate the word advice, I’ll let you get going now and good luck in your match.
Knight gives a nod and then takes his leave and as he vanished out of frame, Jordan goes to turn around but to only be smashed in the face with a steel chair from Rhodes that sends him to the concrete floor and Mason comes out of nowhere with a chair of his own and smash Jordan in the back with it.
CR: You thought it was over country boy?!
Coding drives the chair into the back of Jordan and as he rolls around in pain, Mason stomps him repeatedly over and over again until Coding picks Jordan up and holds his hand behind his back and let’s Mason give him hard punches to the face and ribs as he talks smack.
MM: You thought we was just going to let you and Rub get away with embarrassing us? You thought it was just going to be that easy for you.
Mason gives Jordan one hell of a haymaker and then a few more punches to the ribs and then Coding let’s him go so he can fall to the ground and then they begin to walk off but Mason stops and looks over at a table th has some equipment on it and then looks at Coding with a wink and they walk over towards Jordan and make him get back up on his feet and then Mason and Coding lift Jordan up in a powerbomb position and then walks him over towards the table.
MM: Night night BITCH!!!!
They drive Jordan through the table and some of the equipment falls on him as the table crashes and breaks in half, burning Jordan under it as security and referees finally come to his aide but the Damage is already done as Mason and Rhodes walk off with a smirk and laugh at what they have done. Security and the referees meanwhile check on Jordan but he’s not responsive and the security picks up his radio to call for medical.
Security: Yes we are going to need medical attention and probably EMTs to take Jordan to the hospital, he’s in pretty bad shape.
A few minutes later EMTs arrived on the scene and have put Jordan on a stretcher and got ready to load him up as Ruby Darling came running up with a concerned look on her face.
Ruby Darling: What the hell happened here?!
Ruby looks at an unconscious Jordan with concern in her eyes and then anger as she speaks to a security guard.
Ruby Darling: WHO DID THIS?!
The security guard hesitates for a moment from intimidation but then answers her.
Security Guard: It was Coding and Mason.
Ruby's eyes light up like an exploding sun as they close the doors to the Ambulance truck and drive off toward the hospital.
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Since the brand split, Monday Night Brawl can be thankful for one group that has been keeping their ratings at a very high level. Not as high as Smash of course. The Fortunate Ones, week in and week out just do the damn thing. They come. They see. They conquer. All this talk, every week about all these wrestlers that are going to stop us and end us is pretty funny. Everyone knows that we are going to show up in style every Monday Night and yet, no one has had the balls to step up. And WE can bet money that tonight is going to be no different. Damage, what a joke. Fred Debonair has lost his mind and identity. Chris Page, just pissed that they didn't call 067 so he could win Bingo. The Fortunate Ones are and will always be the measuring stick of the WGWF
And with that, you can see in the back of the arena, the party has started already. Amber Mansley, Clyde Newton, Shaun Hart and The Smash World Champion Enigma are in the back.
DERRICK DIAMOND: What a sad day this looks to be.
CENTURION: Why is that?
DERRICK DIAMOND: I see The Fortunate Ones in the back already minus J Mont.
CENTURION: That’s the best news I have heard all week long.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Network Exec. is gonna can your ass soon. All this on air evidence of you downing him is going to cost you your job.
CENTURION: I will believe that when I see it.
On that note, Centurion better pray because he is about to see the man whose middle name is Ratings. The sound of a Quicksilver custom Exhaust can be heard and if you know anything about cars, you know this is the most expensive exhaust in the market today. A ceramic coated sport exhaust which benefits by retaining heat better which in turn decreases the engine bay temperatures and aids in performance. Maybe this is something Chris Page needs in the bedroom to keep Candice happy. Then you have Laser cut flanges that fit perfectly to the OEM Catalysts. And to top it off, the quad square tips and matte black finish.
You see a Rolls Royce Phantom in a custom 2 tone blue and black pulling up to the back where The Fortunate Ones stand. The exhaust has Amber holding her ears. Clyde has his phone out getting a video of this. Shaun Hart looks on in excitement. And Enigma just stands there tall as this does not phase the big man at all. As the car approaches them, the Rolls Royce emblem stands out in a Pure Silver. This luxury, one of a kind Rolls Royce stops, and you can't help but take in how beautiful this car looks. When the door swings open, you already know who it is.
J Mont steps out wearing a custom 3 piece suit, straight from Italy. He doesn’t look like he is here to fight tonight, but instead conduct business.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yes, he is here. And do you see that car?.
CENTURION: Probably a rental from Hertz.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Since when does Hertz rent out Rolls Royce? You're a moron Cent. You're just mad that you bought a 2016 Hyundai Elantra from the dealership and did not purchase the warranty or gap and got nailed with a 14 percent interest rate.
CENTURION: Keep smoking that J Mont weed Derrick!
J Mont walks up to the rest of The Fortunate Ones with a smile on his face.
J MONT: The meeting went great with the network. And the meeting with HIM also went great as well. Things are coming together faster than we all thought. We are the talk of the whole industry in and out of the ring. When the word wrestling gets mentioned, The Fortunate Ones are the first to be brought up. Not the ugly ass large luchador in John Cable. Not the Dirty Grandpa in Chris Page. Not the Gheorghe Muresan wanna be whose only claim to fame is being tall in Damage. And for christ sakes, has anyone seen Fred yet?
CLYDE NEWTON: I saw Fred on the Cartoon Network, but Wilma was pissed at him.
AMBER MANSLEY: I was scrolling through Netflix the other night, and came across Drop Dead Fred.
SHAUN HART: Didn’t Fred do it all for the NOOKIE?
Enigma stands on, with no comment while J Mont shakes his head but cannot help but smirk. Fred Debonair is still missing, even after all the efforts last Monday Night with the missing signs.
J MONT: You all know we have the biggest target on us right now, but that's what we want. We are the WGWF. We are Monday Night Brawl. We are Monday night Smash. We are Wrestling. Without The Fortunate Ones, the WGWF will be in the same category as BLOCKBUSTER, RADIO SHACK, TOYS R US and SPORTS AUTHORITY. Shut down and out of business. Chris and Candice Page should be kissing our asses for keeping this company at the top. At least on Smash, Jonathan Barrows lets us do our thing because he knows what's best for business.
The Fortunate Ones start to get loud and rowdy. The party is starting here on Monday Night Brawl. J Mont then walks towards his Rolls Royce, but on the passenger side and opens the door. He grabs a briefcase and a stack of papers it looks like. As he shuts the door, you can hear the voice of Clyde.
CLYDE NEWTON: Who the hell do you think you are? Dan Fielding from that TV show Night Court?
AMBER MANSLEY: Get him a trench coat and call him Columbo.
J MONT: How about you 2 get a room at the Motel 6 and please turn the light off.
SHAUN HART: I have the MY6 which is their loyalty program if you need to use it for the upgrade.
J MONT: Do I even need to ask why you stay at the Motel 6?
Enigma shakes his head as the rest of The Fortunate Ones bust out in laughter. They are all having a great time and cracking jokes, but it’s about that time to enter the arena and crack some skulls and break some spirits.
J MONT: Last Monday night it was the Missing Fred signs. Tonight, I have a special sign with 100 copies just for that asshole Chris Page.
J MONT: And this applies to anyone else who has a problem with The Fortunate Ones. And don’t worry John, I want to make sure you get a special shout out. So Fuck You John Cable and your fake ass, tax evasion New Breen Foundation.
J Mont fists pumps Clyde, then Shaun. Gives a hug to Amber, then shakes the hand of Enigma as The Fortunate Ones are about to enter the arena and do what they always do. Take the show over.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Fortunate Ones are here to save Monday Night Brawl tonight and I am all for it.
CENTURION: I'm starting to think you are a part of the group.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I wish I was because then I wouldn't have to deal with your dumbass anymore. I cannot wait to see what J Mont has in store for us tonight.
CENTURION: Someone needs to steal that briefcase and crack it over the head of J Mont!
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The bell sounds as we are underway.
CENTURION: It’s all or nothing for these two tonight, the winner will enter the Elimination Chamber Last, and the loser must go the distance by starting first.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I can only imagine that if Artemis, your interim Intercontinental Champion, somehow comes up short here it’s going to be Candice’s fault.
The crowd rallies behind Devlin causing Artemis to turn her attention toward the crowd to quiet them down. Knight runs up behind Artemis and rolls her up with a schoolboy!
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2!!
THRE…
Artemis escapes with a kick out to a gasp from the crowd as she is quickly back to her feet as is Devlin Knight who shows her inches with his fingers.
CENTURION: Artemis cannot turn her back on someone like Devlin Knight, the cagey veteran.
Knight and Artemis spout off at each other while they circle before looking to lock up. Artemis slips around into a back waistlock, Knight reverses positioning with a standing side switch into his own back waistlock which he transitions into a side headlock. Knight cranks on the head of Artemis before snapping her over to the mat with her shoulders down.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Artemis escapes the pinning attempt with a head scissors. The referee slides into position asking Knight to surrender, he refuses and works his way to both knees before yanking his head free where he pops up to his feet and looks for a penalty kick! Artemis evades and rolls Knight up with a School Girl.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Knight escapes with a kick out and both Artemis and Knight are back to their feet with a stalemate to a pop from the crowd. Donatello shouts out from the floor getting the attention of Knight and when Delvin spins back toward Artemis she lands a flying knee strike under the jaw that rocks Knight back into the ropes!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That momentary distraction from Donatello paid dividends.
Artemis lands a Paintbrush Barage of slaps across the face of Knight before bringing him out to the ring with a snap mare takeover and drives a stiff kick to the spine! Artemis drops down to the mat making the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Knight pops the shoulder to a pop from the crowd.
CENTURION: Artemis with a near fall.
Artemis locks in a rear chin lock on Knight. The referee starts asking Devlin to surrender, but he refuses. The crowd begins rallying behind Knight as he starts working his way back to his feet he turns into the chin lock and backs Artemis up against the ropes he breaks free with an Irish Whip, and Artemis bounces off the far side and into a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam!
Knight makes the cover with a hook of the leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Artemis pops a shoulder off the mat to a huge gasp. Donatello starts cheering on Artemis from her corner as he pounds on the mat.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Neither Artemis nor Devlin can make a big mistake. Positioning is crucial inside the Elimination Chamber. You have to think the less damage you take only enhances your chances of leaving as the new Intercontinental Champion.
CENTURION: The stakes are very high with this one for these two pieces of talent, that’s for sure.
Devlin gets to one knee before stepping up to his feet. Knight picks Artemis up and laces her across the chest with a knife-edge chop echoing throughout the arena as it knocks Artemis back into a neutral corner. Knight runs forward and connects with a Step-Up Enziguri! Knight is back to his feet as we see Artemis stagger out from the corner and into a Roaring Elbow strike from Knight that drops Artemis!
Knight makes another cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Artemis pops her shoulder at the last possible second to a louder gasp from the crowd. Knight questions the count and is shown two fingers by the referee.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I wouldn’t waste a lot of time questioning the referee instead of trying to find the victory.
Devlin steps back up to his feet where he picks Artemis up and takes her up in the air with a Fireman’s Carry! Artemis manages to slip down the back and shove Devlin forward into the ropes, Knight bounces off the ropes and into a standing Spin Wheel Kick which sends Knight down to the mat.
Artemis strikes a pose before dropping a beautiful knee drop across the sternum of Knight!
CENTURION: Pose of Prometheus!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Cover by Artemis!
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2!!
THRE…
Knight escapes with a kick out to a pop from the crowd.
CENTURION: Just a two!
Artemis finds her way back to her feet where she picks Devlin up and locks in a front face lock before dropping him with a DDT!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Artemis is pulling off whatever offense she can. She’s at a huge disadvantage when it comes to size and strength.
Artemis gets back to her feet where she runs toward the ropes and lands a Lionsault! Artemis makes another cover with a hook of the leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Another kick out from Knight!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Knight finds another escape!
Artemis cuts her eyes at the referee while holding up three fingers. She steps back up to her feet before picking Devlin up. Artemis rocks Knight with a series of forearm shots before shooting him across the ring and into a set of turnbuckles. Artemis charges in after him only to eat a reverse elbow that rocks Artemis back out to the center of the ring. Devlin explodes out from the corner with a front flip DDT to Artemis that brings the crowd to their feet!
CENTURION: ROCK N’ ROLLA by Knight!
Devlin rolls Artemis over and makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Artemis is close enough to the ropes to drape her foot across the bottom rope and in the eyesight of the referee stopping his count. Devlin rolls off the cover as we see Donatello come around the ring and pull Artemis out to the floor.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Donatello pulls the Interim Intercontinental Champion out to the floor.
CENTURION: Are you seriously playing into all that?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Has anyone disputed it?
CENTURION: Tristan earlier tonight, Devlin in promotions for this match. Take your pick.
Knight rolls out to the floor coming up behind Donatello and Artemis where he drives their heads together!
DERRICK DIAMOND: COCONUTS!
We get a split screen of Tristan Slater in his luxury box watching on intently as Devlin hurls Artemis back into the ring under the bottom rope before going full screen on the action. Knight climbs up on the ring apron but as he starts to step through the top and middle rope it’s Artemis who kicks the bottom rope up into the groin of Knight! Knight crumbles into the ring and starts working his way back to his feet as we see Artemis run toward the ropes and springboard off with a spinning shining wizard to Knight!
Artemis makes the cover hooking both legs back!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
KNIGHT KICKS OUT!
CENTURION: It doesn’t get closer than that without the bell ringing, sweet baby Jesus that was close!
The crowd begins to rally behind Knight as they chant his name in unison while Artemis gets back to her feet. She reaches down picking Devlin up and rocks him with a stiff European Uppercut that sends Knight back into a neutral corner. Artemis charges in but it’s Devlin who throws up a big boot; however, Artemis catches the boot and brings Devlin hopping out toward the center of the ring on one foot.
Knight lands a jumping Enziguri to the back of Artemis’s head!
Devlin begins getting back to his feet where he catches Artemis with a Superkick which sends her bouncing off the ropes and into a Fireman’s Carry by Knight who follows it up with a Go To Sleep! The crowd pops huge for the move!
DERRICK DIAMOND: KNIGHT-KNIGHT!
Devlin drops down into the cover hooking the near leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Artemis pops a shoulder off the mat to a huge gasp from the crowd.
CENTURION: Just a two!
The crowd is solidly behind Devlin as he works his way back to a vertical base. We get another shot of Tristan Slater watching on from the luxury booth as Knight reaches down picks Artemis up and takes her back into the ropes. Knight shoots Artemis across the ring where she latches onto the top rope and Donatello pulls her out to the floor under the bottom rope. Donatello checks on Artemis asking if she’s Okay while in the ring Delvin charges toward the ropes with a baseball slide dropkick, and Donatello shoves Artemis out of the way and eats the baseball slide dropkick for Artemis!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Donatello just sacrificed himself for Artemis!
The referee rolls out to the floor to check on Donatello and suddenly the crowd erupts with loud boos as JOE MONTUORI hops the barrier and slides into the ring behind Devlin! Mont spins Knight around and lays him out with a JKO!
CENTURION: That rat bastard J MONT!
J Mont slips back out to the floor and escapes through the crowd as Artemis sees it all and quickly slides into the ring where she is screaming at the referee while making a cover on Knight and hooking the leg. The referee slides back into the ring seeing the cover!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND ENTERING THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER LAST: ARTEMIS
Match Time: 16:34
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Artemis quickly rolls out to the floor where a loopy Donatello is getting back to his feet as he confusingly asks her who won.
DERRICK DIAMOND: J Mont with a huge assist has helped Artemis secure the final entry spot in the Elimination Chamber at Monday Night Brawl’s First Dance Pay-Per-View!
CENTURION: And in the process he has made sure that Devlin Knight starts it! I smell some collusion!
Artemis gets out of dodge after she grabs her Interim Intercontinental Championship to massive boos from the crowd.
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CENTURION: Chris Chaos is looking to right that misstep from last Brawl--
DERRICK DIAMOND: I think we both know that’s not going to happen tonight. He might have the guts and the heart, but Spencer Adams has been on one hell of a tear recently.
It’s clear Chris Chaos doesn’t have any respect for his opponent, shrugging off any sign of sportsmanship. He even turns away, mocking the wrestler by yelling out at the crowd. When the bell rings, Spencer Adams explodes from the corner of the ring and hits a high-impact clothesline, absolutely obliterating Chaos to a huge pop from the crowd! Chaos staggers back up, savvy enough to dodge when Adams tries to snatch him in for a grapple and this time he’s on the offense with a quick wrist lock and some speedy shoulder blocks that drive Adams back into the corner. Spencer elbows his way out of that grip and sends Chaos off across the ring, only to catch him on the rebound with a running knee to the gut – AVALANCHE DDT!
CENTURION: Chris Chaos took every bit of that DDT! Ouch!
Spencer gets Chaos to his feet, setting him up for a belly-to-back suplex, but Chaos reverses to get behind him, suplexing Spencer over instead! Spencer rolls through it, getting to his feet, but Chaos is on the attack now, coming at Adams to get a half nelson bulldog, planting him once more! The impact stuns Adams, keeping him down for a few moments. Chaos stands up, looking out at the booing audience, as if daring any of them to step into the ring with him. He smirks, turning back to Spencer and pulling him up, only to get struck as Adams spins out of it with a back fist, knocking Chaos backwards! Spencer then uses the space, jumping into Chaos and getting a zig zag that causes Chaos to fall onto his back!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Chaos was getting some momentum going there, but Adams then took it right back!
Adams makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Kick out by Chaos.
CENTURION: Near fall by Adams. Spencer’s got that fighting spirit, you can’t give him any opportunity to get going again.
Before Chaos can get back up, Spencer’s all over him like a fat kid on a bag of Skittles and he unloads some quick elbow strikes before sending Chaos packing to the ropes again. He hooks and rebounds, looking for a heavily telegraphed lariat but Spencer nails him in the face with a back elbow and then follows up with an arm wrench and a hook kick to even the score. Spencer feints, avoiding Chaos’ attempt to grapple before locking in a hammerlock in the process. Chaos tries a back elbow, which Spencer ducks and that’s a huge mistake because the momentum spins Chaos around, and Adams brings him to the canvas with an arm drag takedown. Knee drop to the arm! Chaos’ legs kick as he holds his arm close, feeling the burn from the damage inflicted.
CENTURION: For every move, Spencer Adams has a counter!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Telling you, we might be looking at our next Intercontinental Champion right here.
With one arm, Adams drags Chaos back up, shooting him towards the ropes. He lowers his head as Chaos comes in, but Chaos is able to stop and kick Adams’ head back up, stunning him. As Adams staggers back, Chaos is quick to charge right at him, spearing him to the canvas!
Chaos make the cover hooking the leg.
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2!!
THRE…
Spencer kicks out while Gabe Reno barks out at the referee calling for a faster count. Chaos begins hammering away at Adams on the mat, letting out all his fury at how this contest had been going, as the referee tries to order him to back off. Chaos just shoves the referee away from him, going back to pummeling Adams as the crowd boos his actions. Chaos doesn’t seem to care, though, as he’s got Spencer down for the time being.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Chaos needs to be careful, a disqualification here would cost him his shot at the Intercontinental Title.
CENTURION: It looks to me like Chaos wants to make sure Adams doesn’t get that shot, either!
The referee begins a 5 count, threatening to throw this contest out. Chaos finally stops and gets up, glaring at the referee, before telling him to do his job. He then grabs the legs of the stunned Adams, turning him over in an inverted Sharpshooter submission, working the limbs of his foe! Adams is struggling against the hold, trying to find a way to break free, as the referee comes over to check on him. He asks Adams if the man gives up, but Spencer refuses, shaking his head grimly before beginning to drag himself towards the ropes. For all of Chaos’ efforts, he can’t stop Adams’ momentum, as the rope break is achieved. It takes Chaos just shy of 5 seconds to finally let go.
CENTURION: Make him break the hold faster, ref!
DERRICK DIAMOND: As much as I hate it, that WAS within the legal limits. Technically.
Chaos has gotten Spencer further up on the ropes now, using his leg to choke Adams by jamming his throat into the lower rope. We get another 5 count, with Chaos breaking it right at the last moment. Another warning from the referee goes unheeded, as Chaos is energized now. He pulls Adams up, mocking him some more, before spinning the wrestler back down with a neckbreaker. He puts an arm on him, very nonchalantly.
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And Adams easily gets a shoulder up, annoying Chaos. He latches onto Adams, dragging him up as he talks about how Adams is a sniveling coward and beyond pathetic. This seems to be a mistake, though, as Adams reaches out with his arms and grabs Chaos around the shoulders, dropping with a jawbreaker that stuns Chris, staggering him backwards!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That’s one way to shut a guy up!
Instead of using the time to recover, Spencer goes on the offensive again. He shoves Chaos to the ropes, dropping him with a spinning back kick to the gut. As he staggers back, Adams nails him with a running dropkick. Chaos goes down but doesn't stay there, immediately popping back to his feet only to be dropped again by a missile dropkick! The crowd’s hyped, on their feet and getting into the action as Spencer Adams backs off a little, giving Chaos some space to regroup. The moment he starts to rise, Adams comes flying in with that deadly Koppo Kick. Chaos staggers back up, right into a second one and the crowd LOVES it! Adams darts in to grab Chaos up – EYE RAKE!
DERRICK DIAMOND: OH COME ON, REF! ARE YOU BLIND?!
CENTURION: I think that’s a prerequisite for being a referee in any wrestling company…
Spencer staggers back, trying to clear his watering eyes. Chaos takes full advantage, latching onto Adams by the head and twisting him for an impaler DDT! Adams’ head bounces painfully on the canvas, with Chaos quick to turn him over for the cover.
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THRE….
DERRICK DIAMOND: Another kick out by Adams at the final moment!
Chaos is quick to turn it to the side, applying a crossface submission as he works Adams over, trying to keep the acrobatic wrestler down on the mat. The referee checks on Adams again, but Spencer says no, so Chaos angrily starts banging Adams’ head into the mat! He then gets up, glaring out at all the ticked off fans in the audience, having no use for them at this point. He then comes back to a recovering Adams, stomping on his right hand as he tries to get up! Spencer groans and falls back to a seated position, holding his hand, as Chaos triumphantly gloats above him.
CENTURION: Adams may never play the piano again.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Did he play the piano before this match?
CENTURION: How should I know? That’s more your department than mine, Derrick.
Chaos takes a few seconds too long to mount fresh offense, enjoying the situation as it stands, and the moment he darts in, looking for a single-leg takedown, Spencer shuts that down, forcing him back in the corner with a series of stiff chops that end up in a back-and-forth slugfest before the official puts a stop to that with a warning. Adams begs off and the moment the referee turns away, Chaos goes for a low blow – near miss and Spencer dumps him back with another stiff Koppo Kick! He goes for another but Chaos manages to avoid and Spencer immediately regroups, driving a knee to the guts of Chaos, before a whip into the ropes leads to a short-armed lariat! Koppo Kick! AND ANOTHER! The crowd is electric as Spencer hoists Chaos up for a fireman’s carry slam! BOOMSHAKALAKA!
CENTURION: I don’t think Chris Chaos knows what day it is anymore, let alone how to get out of this dangerous predicament.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I don’t know about that. He’s not out of the running yet. I think I just saw him moving. Is he trying to roll over? Holy hell, he doesn’t know when to quit!
Adams turns to the enthusiastic crowd, spreading his arms out to embrace their cheers. Chaos pushes up with his arms, getting up to all fours and the moment he does, Adams spins around and nails a textbook 99 Problems (Kinshasa)! Chris Chaos collapses on the canvas and Adams dives in for the cover, hooking the leg deep!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Gabe Reno pulls the referee out of the ring stopping the count!
CENTURION: COME ON! RENO PULLED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING!
The referee admonishes Gabe Reno who holds up both hands while backing away from the referee. Adams is beside himself as he gets back to a vertical base seeing what’s transpired.
DERRICK DIAMOND: For all extensive purposes this one should be over and Spencer Adams should be moving on to the Elimination Chamber!
With the referee admonishing Reno who goes out of his way to hold the attention we see Chris Chaos crawl up behind Spencer and land a low blow! The crowd erupts with boos as we see Spencer crumble to the mat. Chaos crawls toward the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet where he calls for Dead Man’s Trigger. The referee slides back into the ring unknown of the low blow landed.
CENTURION: Chaos is sizing up Adams!
Suddenly the crowd ERUPTS! Gabe Reno comes around the ring to the foot of the ramp looking up toward the curtain as Chris Chaos turns his attention toward the top of the ramp when we see the WGWF World Tag Team Champions emerge locking eyes with the two men who assaulted them a week ago on Smash!
DERRICK DIAMOND: S.E.X. is here!
In the ring with the distraction Spencer Adams rolls up Chaos with a school boy.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND ADVANCING TO FIRST DANCE: SPENCER ADAMS
Match Time: 14:11
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Adams quickly escapes out to the floor as the bell ringing gets the attention of Radical who immediately slides into the ring and gets in the referee’s face. Adams raises his arms as he gets himself up the ramp.
CENTURION: Adam’s found a way! Spencer Adams has qualified for the Elimination Chamber at First Dance.
Chaos and Radical lock eyes with the Sports Entertainment Xpress and spout off remarks not caught on the cameras.
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The scene transitions to the North Pole, where an 80s disco-themed party is in full swing. Elves groove to Earth, Wind, and Fire, while Santa, clad in a glittering, oversized jacket, contemplates a Rubik's cube in his rocking chair. As the music crescendos, the lively atmosphere is interrupted by distant chatter.
The camera focuses on KC Cooper and Pax Egan, bedecked in matching silver disco outfits, approaching Santa with an eager smile, cradling reindeers in their arms.
Santa Claus: “Did you ever finish wrapping those gifts?”
The girls sheepishly reveal their distraction, showcasing the reindeer paws with scrunchies attached to them.
Pax Egan: “We were halfway done when we kind of got distracted and decided we wanted to play with the reindeers. They are so cute. I wish we could take one home.”
KC laughs, then suggests a wild idea.
KC Cooper: “I got an even better idea. We show up to a wrestling event with one.”
Santa Claus: "Now, girls, you know the reindeer must stay with me at all times. You don’t want them to be in any sort of danger, do you?”
Pax Egan: “Ay I guess you are right. There are some mean people out there. Should we finish up those presents then, KC?”
The duo agrees, understanding the potential risks, and they leave to finish wrapping gifts.
~~MOMENTS LATER~~
KC and Pax sit beneath the Christmas tree amidst a sea of wrapped and unwrapped gifts. Labeled packages bear names like The Ramseys, Cholo, Spencer Adams, and Pogo and Stiches, who happened to be on the WGWF roster. While they wrap up their task for today, KC places a big bow neatly on each gift and smiles, feeling the same Christmas spirit as she did when she was a young child.
KC Cooper: “I hope we are allowed to do this every year. It feels good to give to others without expecting anything in return. I just hope everyone likes their gifts and is not a total Grinch about it.”
Pax Egan: “You can’t expect everyone to be nice. We’ll encounter assholes no matter where we go, but I think I know two people who might just enjoy their gifts.”
KC looks at her with curiosity, trying to understand her thought process.
KC Cooper: “Oh? Is it someone that we know?”
Pax giggles, teasing her a bit with suspense before revealing who they are.
Pax Egan: “Pogo and Stitches! Look, hear me out. I know we don’t exactly know them too well, but they seem fun, and I feel like we would all get along. We could even find them and hand them their gifts personally at the next WGWF Brawl show. What do you think, Paxy? Please say yes. I mean, look at how our meeting with John Cable went .It’ll be just as memorable.”
KC Cooper: “Okay, but if they try anything-”
Pax interrupts, and hugs her.
Pax Egan: “They won't, I can promise you that. Now shall we indulge in milk and cookies and dance the night away to celebrate?"
KC nods, and the duo carefully place all the gifts inside a big bag before scattering to locate the plate of cookies and cold milk to satisfy their cravings.
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A simulated sunset brings the arena in darkness, the opening notes of Ennio Morricone’s immortal western theme “Ecstasy of Gold” begins to ring out over the arena as storm clouds on the tron begin to rumble with thunder and lightning simulating one of those Texas desert nights. As the song builds up, out steps Bobby Ray Willis who is flanked on either side by his girlfriend Doll E. and her brother Cooper. Bobby Ray pays no attention towards the crowd as he strides down the aisle with his leather assless chaps, which are thankfully being worn over jeans. Looks like he’s giving the WGWF censors the night off… so far. Bobby Ray stands on the outside of the ring for a moment taking a long deep breath, he lifts his black Stetson hat from his head and pulls out a picture of Clint Eastwood which he gives a little kiss towards before handing everything over to Cooper. Bobby Ray then runs his hands through his perfect looking blonde hair, Doll E nearly loses it right there with pure ecstasy as does this.
Derrick Diamond: Bobby is ready, or at least as ready as he is going to get.
Centurion: He is a silly man, with a silly outlook. He better start getting serious, quickly, or Jenny Myst is going to tear him apart.
Derrick Diamond: Speak of the devil.
Alexa walks out onto the ramp, Miriam around her waist. In her hands is Amby, her doll, as it is a good luck charm and she doesn’t go anywhere without it.
"And introducing next, from Las Vegas, Nevada……..she is the WGWF Television Champion……..Jenny Myst!"
Jenny’s eyes lock on Bobby and his cohorts in the ring. She has a deadly serious expression on her face. Coming out behind her are a hoard of servers donned in white coats and bakers hats, all pitching in to carry a giant Sponge Cake and three different colors of Hawaiian Punch to the ring. She glances at them as they pass her, but her expression doesn’t waiver.
Derrick Diamond: Jenny is unnervingly calm during this charade. Between Bobby and his shenanigans, and now this. This is shaping up to be the most unorthodox contract signing we’ve ever seen!
Centurion: With these two–we may not be able to air this on cable.
Jenny walks up the steps and into the ring, looking at the table and then up at Candace. The wait staff has placed the the big cake in on the table along with various colored Solo cups to hold the punch. Before Jenny makes her way to the table, she bends down and lifts up the apron, looking under the table. Satisfied with what she sees, she takes her belt off and holds it over her head.
Derrick Diamond: You gotta think she’s looking for Dubois, he’s gotta be in her mind somewhere.
Centurion: You give her far too much credit.
Candice: Jenny, Bobby, please take a seat at the table, and we can get one of our Main Events set for the Pay Per View.
Jenny, whose eyes are now locked onto Bobby with laser focus, props Miriam up on the table and pours a cup of Green Hawaiian Punch for herself. She takes a sip, and as if she was an entirely different person, her expression changes. She now hosts a big smile, and waves at Bobby’s cohorts, Candace and the crowd. Candace seems at ease now that the tension has lifted, for the moment.
Candice: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have sitting before me the WGWF Television Champion and her number one contender, Bobby Ray Willis! These two are going to sign the contract for their match at First Dance, with the champion, Jenny, having chosen the stipulation!
Jenny tilts her head with a sick smile, looking at Willis and company.
Candice: So, if you both would sign that would be—-
Jenny: WAIT!
She brings the mic to her black painted lips.
Jenny: Ms. Candace…..if we’re gonna do this, we should do it the right way. What kind of organization are you running here?!
But before Jenny or Candice can get another word in, Bobby Ray taps the microphone that he has in his hands. He has a bit of a shock at first that it actually worked, but then a sly smile grows across his face as he’s got everyone’s attention.
Bobby Ray: Before we get all out of control or whatnot, I’d like to say first off that while that sponge cake does look delicious I am on a zero sugar diet. Secondly, I was not made aware of any sort of stipulation being added to this match… as Coop over here did not pre-read this contract for me.
Jenny moved the clipboard and handed it to Candace just as Coop attempted to pick up the clipboard containing the contract. She bring the mic back to her mouth, annoyed.
Jenny: “Hey! You need to wait like everyone else! Now….where were we………..oh yeah……cake and juice.”
She snaps her fingers as WGWF staff flood the ring. They start to cut the cake and pour juice in cups. She directs traffic. Bobby sits back, his arms folded, with a huge eye roll.
Jenny: “Make sure they get some too……..Boberto and rudy mc-rude pants.”
They cut cake and put it on plates for her opponent and his crew.
Jenny: “Even those two talking heads down there……make sure they get some cake too.”
Derrick Diamond: We’re getting cake?! Score! Best contract signing ever!
Centurion: Have you actually ever tried sponge cake? It’s quite dry.
Derrick: You’re just a hater.
The two announcers are given their cake, their solo cups of Hawaiian punch.
Jenny: “Okay! Is everyone all set?! Beautiful! You can’t have a contract signing without cake and juice, it's like a rule. So…..okay, let's get down to business.”
She puts a piece of cake in her mouth with a fork, a smile across her black painted lips.
Candice: Okay…..so……like I was saying, The champion does have the right to choose the stipulation. She didn’t tell me one until the very last second. Typical. She DID however, get me one, so the contract has been amended to include said stipulation.
Coop rubs Bobby’s shoulders, telling him it's okay.
Jenny pulls out a Staples EASY Button and slams it on the table. Bobby looks perplexed.
Candice: Do you want to inform your opponent of the stipulation you’ve chosen?
Jenny giggles, and claps.
Jenny: “Let me put this a way that this half surfer half hillbilly can understand.”
She clears her throat.
Jenny: “Bro, we got this new gimmick, yo. It's called the "Button of Doom," and bro -- let me tell you, it's amazing.
So you've got this big button at the top of the ramp, bro -- and when you press the button, it randomly selects the type of match you'll be fighting in. So you hit the button at the start, bro, and it pops up on the titan tron that you'll be fighting in a tables match. But, get this bro, in the middle of the match you can run up to the top of the ramp and hit the button AGAIN to change the type of match midway through. Press the button, bro -- boom, it's now a ladder match. Opponent runs up the ramp and hits button, boom -- bro, now we got a falls count anywhere match. Opponent doesn't like that so hits the button again, bro -- boom, now it's No. Holds. Barred. Button of Doom, bro. It's gonna draw big money.”
Derrick Diamond: WOW! That may be the first time we’ve ever had a match like this in WGWF history! The television champ is revolutionizing the television division! Just like she said she would!
Centurion: Are you done?
Bobby is pissed that Coop didn’t tell him about this beforehand. He is yelling at Coop, claiming Coop fucked him. Coop is arguing his case but Bobby isn’t trying to hear it. While this fracas is going on, Jenny pulls a purple crayon out of her bra. She shows the crayon to Candace, and grabs the clipboard. Jenny signs it.
Derrick Diamond: It’s signed by the champ! Signed in Crayon!
Coop and Bobby seem to realize this, and compose themselves. He sits back down. Jenny has a more serious look on her face, her head tilted to the side. She offers the crayon to Bobby, and he slaps it out of her hand. The crowd “Oooooo’s”. Jenny snarls a little.
Bobby Ray is handed an off-colored orange crayon from Cooper instead, with his other hand he clears the plate of sponge cake away from his face and slides the contract over to him. He goes to sign the contract, but hesitates at the last moment.
Bobby Ray: “We don’t do purple crayons where I come from, Jenny. We only do burnt orange crayons here in Texas, baby! And here’s another thing we do around here, we remember things long after they’ve happened. Two weeks ago, you sprayed pepper spray into my face in the middle of this here ring… I give you credit for the creativity, but I must warn you that it is not a mistake I intend on ever having repeated again. So, a big button match is fine with me whatever that means… you’re the champ you call the shots, for now. But I want you to remember one thing before this all goes down on January 21st… even when I was one hundred percent blind, I still nearly landed this loaded left hand. Had that landed? You’d have another dent in that brain of yours, which from my point of view puts you a little too close to having a fully scrambled egg up there. So, I’ll sign your little contract. I give you your stipulation, but count them days down because that title you’re serving cake and drinks to is coming home with me and it too will go on a strict diet.”
Bobby Ray puts burnt orange crayon to paper as the crowd cheers for the University of Texas shout-out.
Candice: It’s official! Jenny Myst vs. Bobby Ray Willis at First Dance for the Television Title!
Jenny: Bobby….Bobby Bobby Bobby……you have no idea what you’re in for at First Dance. I will die in that ring before I let someone take my Miriam from me. I don’t have a plan, because I don’t need one. This match is about surviving and adapting to an ever-changing landscape. It is about being outside of your comfort zone, about pushing yourself to a level you never thought possible before. For always being ready. For expecting…….the unexpected………”
She whips a canister out of her bra. Pepper Spray. She sprays towards Bobby with a quick draw, and he ducks at the last moment, rolling out of the ring. Coop, however, wasn’t so lucky. He got a face full of mace and began to scream and grab at his eyes. Jenny stands up with lightning speed, and grabs Coop.
PINK PERFECTION! (Twist of Fate).
THROUGH THE TABLE!
Spongecake and Juice fly everywhere as the red faced Coop is unconscious. Jenny gets down in the mess and hooks the leg,
She mouths, as the crowd counts along…………
“One”
“Two”
“Three”.
She rolls off, and hits the Easy Button.
“That was easy.”
She has a serious stare that turns into a sideways grin as she stares at Bobby, who's having a conniption fit walking backwards up the ramp.
Derrick Diamond: The Television Champ with a message to her challenger here! It’s gonna be a Button of Doom match at First Dance! My lord what else are we going to see tonight!
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The bell sounds as we are underway. Stitches and Hixx make their way to the middle of the ring but before they lock up Stitches throws both hands up asking for a moment. Stitches digs into his tights and pulls out a balloon. Stitches stretch the balloon and blows it up and makes a quick balloon poodle for Hixx and hands it to her.
CENTURION: Did Stitches just make a balloon animal to start this match?
DERRICK DIAMOND: It certainly appears so.
Hixx looks at the balloon animal but is decked with a right hand by Stitches sending Latoya down to the mat. Stitches steps on the balloon animal popping it to boos from the crowd before he begins stomping away at the downed Hixx. Stitches picks Latoya up and take her back into the ropes where he fires her across the ring, Hixx bounces off the far side, and baseball slides between the legs of Stitches!
Hixx is back to her feet and catches Stitches with a boot to the midsection.
Hixx under hooks the arms and lands a beautiful butterfly suplex that Hixx floats over into a cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Stitches escapes with a kick out as Hixx transitions into a rear chin lock.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Latoya didn’t take too kindly to that cheap shot by Stitches.
CENTURION: Not at all but right now she’s in firm control with that rear chin lock.
The referee is in perfect positioning to ask Stitches to submit, Stitches refuses and begins working his way to one knee before stepping back up to his feet and is able to turn the chinlock into a side headlock which he is then able to look for a Side Suplex! Hixx flips over the back of Stitches and lands on her feet. Stitches spins around and into a scoop-up by Hixx before she lands a fallaway slam! Stitches rolls to the outside to create some distance as the crowd pops huge for Latoya. Pogo runs around the ring, tripping over his own two feet as he falls to the floor before getting back up and checking on Stitches.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The hetero-lifemate of Stitches is right be his side.
Inside the ring Hixx starts sizing up Stitches who is beginning to get to his feet. She bounces off the far side gaining a full head of steam as she looks for a suicide dive between the top and middle rope only to see Pogo shove Stitches out of the way causing Hixx to crash and burn. Boos echo throughout the arena.
CENTURION: Looks like Pogo made the save for his buddy on that one or Hixx would have taken his head off.
Pogo rallies Stitches who is back to his feet. Stitches picks Hixx up and hurls her back into the ring. Stitches slides into the ring and quickly gets to his feet where he picks Hixx up and positions her for a Powerbomb. Stitches hoists Hixx up in the air but takes her up into a Crucifix and lands a beautiful Crucifix Powerbomb! Stitches holds for the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Hixx escapes with a kickout.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Hixx got the shoulder up!
Stitches gets to both knees and looks over at the referee who shows him two fingers. Stitches gets to his feet where he picks Latoya up and takes her back into a corner. Stitches starts laying shoulder blocks to the midsection before bringing Latoya out from the corner and throwing her through the ropes and out to the floor. Stitches distract the referee as we see Pogo come up to Hixx as she gets to her feet and kicks her in the shin!
CENTURION: Why is Pogo getting involved? He’s not even tall enough to ride the ride.
Pogo runs away from Hixx before the referee turns around and starts to lay the count to Latoya. Stitches blows past the referee and steps out to the apron of the ring where he leaps off with a double axe handle only to have Latoya catch him with a right hand to the gut! The crowd pops for Latoya as she takes Stitches and drives him face-first off the ring apron! Hixx drives Stitches into the apron a second time before hurling him into the steel steps!
Pogo comes back around the ring only to have Hixx spin around catching him trying to sneak up on her!
Pogo immediately spins around and runs around the ring with Latoya Hixx giving chase after him! Pogo comes all the way around the ring and when he cuts the corner where Stitches is we see Stitches pop up with a lariat to Hixx spinning her inside out on the floor!
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Pogo factor strikes again!
The crowd boos intently as Stitches and Pogo laugh with each other before Stitches pickles Hixx up and hurls her back into the ring. Stitches slide back into the ring under the bottom rope and gets back to his feet. Stitches picks Latoya up and takes her back into the ropes. Stitches shoots Hixx across the ring, Hixx bounces off the ropes and ducks under another lariat attempt by Stitches and it’s Latoya who does a front handspring into the ropes and catches Stitches with a flying back elbow! The crowd roars for Latoya as Stitches gets back to his feet and is met with a boot to the midsection followed by a swinging neckbreaker! Latoya rolls out to the ring apron under the bottom rope where she pulls herself up to her feet and begins climbing up to the top rope.
CENTURION: Hixx is headed up to the top rope!
DERRICK DIAMOND: She’s going to fly!
Stitches starts to make his way back to his feet where he looks around but when he finds Latoya in midair and it’s too late as she hits a Missile Dropkick! Hixx makes the cover on Stitches hooking the near leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Stiches kicks out of the near fall to a gasp from the crowd before they start screaming in favor of Latoya!
CENTURION: Just a two count!
Hixx gets back to her feet where she backs up against the ropes sizing up Stitches who begins to roll over to his chest where he pushes himself up off the mat but before Latoya can make any move Pogo climbs on the apron and latches onto Hixx’s right ankle. Latoya pulls Pogo into the ring and attempts to kick him off her but Pogo is pugnacious as he holds onto the ankle. The referee interjects and removes Pogo but it’s too late because when Latoya spins around Stitches gouges her in the eyes followed by a Side Russian Leg Sweep!
Stitches floats over into the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Hixx kicks out again to a thunderous ovation from the crowd.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Hixx is still got fight in her as she escapes with a kick out.
Pogo is beside himself on the floor while we see Stitches getting back to his feet. Stitches reaches down to pick Latoya up only to have Hixx counter with an inside cradle!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Kick out by Stitches! Both Stitches and Hixx are back to their feet where they take each other down with a double clothesline! The referee starts laying the count to both Stitches and Hixx.
CENTURION: Stitches and Hixx are both down and out here! The referee is laying his count!
Both participants begin to stir at the referee’s six count. The count is broken by the eight count as both Hixx and Stitches are back up to a vertical base with Stitches swinging with a right hand! Hixx blocks and counts with a spin kick to the gut doubling over Stitches. Hixx bounces off the ropes only to be scooped up by Stitches and driven down into the mat with a TOMBSTONE Piledriver!
DERRICK DIAMOND: KILLJOY!
Stiches makes the cover hooking the leg.
1!!
2!!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: STITCHES
Match Time: 8:54
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Pogo waddles up the steps to the ring apron where he steps under the middle rope joining Stitches in the ring giving him a big hug as he gets to his knees.
CENTURION: Stitches picks up the win tonight on Monday Night Brawl.
Stitches gets to his feet where he holds Pogo and suddenly slams Pogo on top of Hixx! Pogo pops back up to his feet where he and Stitches begin stomping away at Latoya Hixx! The crowd breaks out into boos!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Okay Clown’s R Us, you’ve made your point!
The attack on Hixx continues until Stitches picks Hixx up and hurls her out to the floor. Clowns are Us have a laugh at the expense of Hixx as the scene fades.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: I am getting word that The Fortunate Ones are backstage and have forced some of the Monday Brawl Cameramen to follow them.
CENTURION: THIS IS NOT THEIR SHOW! Can someone please get them out of here before I lose my shit.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Looks like you already have with your red cheeks wanting to be Jesse Wayne Heiman so bad.
CENTURION: You really need some help.
You can see Clyde Newton pushing one of the cameramen to follow as Amber does the same. Shaun Hart is leading the way and Big E is in the back. The Fortunate Ones have these poor cameramen surrounded as they are led down the hallway. No sight of J Mont until you get to the end of the hallway. Standing there like a million bucks, J Mont is talking to some guy who looks to be a stand by wrestler incase of any injuries.
J MONT: So, Amber tells me that you are related to someone here on Monday Night Brawl.
AMBER MANSLEY: And don’t lie to Joe either.
CLYDE NEWTON: I never seen this piece of shit before.
J MONT: Easy guys because this right here might be another way to piss off Chris.
As the guy is standing there, you can tell he is fearing for his life and does not want to make the wrong move because he knows what The Fortunate Ones are capable of.
MAN: I don't want trouble for myself or my family.
J MONT: Then it’s really simple. If you just admit that you are related to Chris, we can move on and I can find some work for you. Not on this shitty B Show, but in other avenues with all my resources.
MAN: Me and Chris haven't spoken in a long time, and i came here tonight to maybe finally have a conversation with him.
J MONT: You don't need Chris for anything. As a matter of fact, just tell all of us here right now, on Live TV who you are and what you really think of Chris Page.
The man takes a deep breath because this may save his life and get his future rolling.
MAN: My name is…………PAUL PAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PAUL PAGE: And Chris is my piece of shit cousin who only looks out for himself and no one else. He will use anyone he can until he doesnt need them, and then throw them away like a piece of trash. I cannot wait to see you J Mont slap the shit out of Chris.
J MONT: And you will. I will make sure Paul you have a front row seat for you and a guest. And I am sorry that your last name is Page and that you have a relation to him.
AMBER MANSLEY: I thought John Cable was ugly. But Chris is worse and has more wrinkles on his face then…….
CLYDE NEWTON: Great, there is another douchebag Page in this world. First you had Chris, who then turned Candice into Page and now this Paul guy.
J MONT: It’s all good. Paul here is going to give us some more information about Chris that we are going to use to bury him once and for all.
J Mont puts his arm around Paul Page as they walk down the hallway talking to one another. The Fortunate Ones follow as the cameramen are finally left at peace as they watch this Hostile Takeover walk away for now.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Paul Page? I wonder why Chris has never mentioned him before.
CENTURION: What a coincidence Paul Page shows up tonight when J Mont and The Fortunate Ones happen to be here and in the same hallway.
DERRICK DIAMOND: First you hate The Fortunate Ones. Now you hate this Paul Page guy. Who do you like?
CENTURION: Everyone not affiliated or associated with The Fortunate Ones.
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Scene cuts to a luxury box overseeing the arena in San Antonio where we find Tristan Slater kicked back watching tonight’s show. We see Denise Essex sitting behind Tristan with a microphone in her hand as the crowd cheers wildly.
DENISE ESSEX: Tristan Slater, two weeks ago you punched your ticket to the now-announced Elimination Chamber Match for the vacant WGWF Intercontinental Championship featuring five other combatants; one of which is claiming to be the Interim Intercontinental Champion.
Tristan starts laughing while we now hear the crowd chanting loudly, “SLATER! SLATER! SLATER!” causing Tristan to stand up and give the crowd his best Living Legend Larry Zbyszko which pops the crowd before he sits back down.
TRISTAN SLATER: Lively bunch tonight.
DENISE ESSEX: Absolutely.
TRISTAN SLATER: Denise, you’re one hundred percent correct when you say I’ve taken that next step toward claiming the one Championship that has eluded me in my WGWF career, the Intercontinental Championship, and I know that I will be locked inside that Chamber with five other participants that are all looking to leave with that coveted Championship. The last thing this is going to be is easy, and if anyone thinks that this is going to be a walk in the park for any of us then might I suggest you’re more deluded than J Mont.
We hear some laughter from the crowd.
TRISTAN SLATER: By the close of tonight the field of six will be settled and we will all know just who all have eyes on “precious”.
DENISE ESSEX: What are your thoughts on Artemis claiming themselves as Interim Intercontinental Champion?
TRISTAN SLATER: Is that all we gotta do? Cause shit, if that’s the case…
Tristan reaches down out of view of the cameras and pulls up his own WGWF Intercontinental Championship drawing a huge ovation from the crowd as he places it on his lap.
TRISTAN SLATER: What’s stopping me from doing the same thing? Nothing. I find it amusing that she feels the need to make herself feel more important knowing that she’s walking into a match that she isn’t going to win. The difference between me and her outside of what’s hanging between my legs is that I don’t need to use props to feel better about myself or my position in this company. It’s like J Mont running around claiming to be a network executive when the WGWF doesn’t air on NETWORK television! Splat Television doesn’t employ J Mont, I mean I can call and ask.
Denise starts to slump down in her seat which catches Tristan’s eye.
TRISTAN SLATER: Do you need me to take that?
Tristan grabs the microphone and the camera takes a shot of him.
TRISTAN SLATER: This isn’t a game for children, it’s not a game for posers, and it’s not a game for soft feelings. The actions of anyone who claims to be an interim anything is anything other than MID at best.
Tristan uses his free hand to take the Intercontinental Championship off his lap and hurls it on the floor before gazing intently into the camera.
TRISTAN SLATER: Sunday Night, January 21st, El Paso, Texas, my destiny is going to be fulfilled because if I’m not good at anything else, I’m good at betting on myself and coming out on top. None of you are going to be safe, and we are all going to pay the price for what it means to leave Monday Night Brawl’s First Dance wearing the WGWF Intercontinental Championship.
The crowd roars as Tristan reclines back and kicks his feet back up. The scene fades back to elsewhere.
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We are at ringside as Centurion and Derek Diamond are preparing themselves for the next match, when suddenly the Titan Tron’s Brawl Logo changes to the VIP room backstage. There we see Goth’s spokesperson Reverend Jebediah seated in a lounge chair, while sipping from a glass of Scotch.
Jebediah: Welcome my brothers and sisters!! Let us all be rejoiced for tonight’s Qualifying Match for the vacated Intercontinental championship!
The crowd boos as the reverend pauses as to take another sip from the glass of Scotch, soaking in the reaction from the crowd as if they were all chanting Amen or Hallelujah.
Jebediah: I know my brother’s and sisters!! For way too long have we been graced with mediocracy!! For way too long have you been had to sit through parodies of what others believe society wishes to embrace as their own!!! And with society I obviously mean the mindless fools that you are!!!!
The boos increases from the crowd as they are also starting to chant that Jebediah sucks, but= the Reverend has the biggest smile upon his face.
Jebediah: Take this town for instance!! A town that is sports minded!! A town that has a legendary NBA team that has won five NBA championships!!!!
The mood of the crowd suddenly changes as they are cheering for the reference to the five-time NBA champions the San Antonio Spurs. The cheers increases as the shot of the VIP area widens as we see The Coyote suddenly walk up to the reverend.
Jebediah: Isn’t this lovely?? The Coyote has been so kind to join me for this special moment, allowing me to prove a point!!
The Coyote waves towards the crowd as they all react with cheers as Jebediah addresses the mascot.
Jebediah: Isn’t it ironic that a legendary organization as the Spurs have been known as a winning organization! An organization that had more than 20 winning seasons!! A team that used to be a championship contender for over 20 years!!!
The crowd cheers as the Coyote starts to use the infamous Go Spurs Go sign as he turns it around so that the crowd starts the chant. Only to have Jebediah kick him in the back, causing the Coyote to fall forward out of the shot as the crowd boos the reverend.
Jebediah: I said USED TO!! Because lets be fair!! The best thing that has ever happened to this organization was Kawhi Leoorard forcing his way out of this organization and win a championship with the Toronto Raptors!!
Crowd: Booo!
Jebediah: This team has been having losing seasons for years now!! Hell, it is amazing that they recently broke an 18 game losing streak by beating a great champion in LeBron James!!!
Crowd: BOOOO!
Jebediah: I know that deep down in your hearts you know that what I preach is true!! But tonight you will be graced with a winner!! A champion!! A leader when the Messiah Of Pain takes center court against Austin Ramsey! And we should be rejoiced that he will bring back the domination of a Tim Duncan, the characteristic nature of a Manu Ginobili!! And unlike Gregg Popovic having eternal youth!
Crowd: You suck! You Suck!
Jebediah: No people, I am here to tell you all that tonight will be the night that Goth will go on a warpath of setting you all free!! It’s just a shame that he has to start with a dump like San Antonio, Texas! But I guess we have to begin somewhere!
The crowd boos even louder as Jebediah takes a sip from his Scotch and smiles as he waves a finger towards the camera.
Jebediah: Oh no!! Apparently you do not understand that unlike your beloved basketball team that I am doing you all a favour!! That I am preaching the truth to you all!! Telling you that only HE can judge you fat overweight people!! It’s like how Charles Barkley always manages to hit the sensitive spots when it comes down to your San Antonio women!!!
We see the Coyote slowly rise up again, shaking his head as he has heard the remarks being made by Jebediah and intends to hit him with the Go Spurs Go sign across the back of his head. Only to have Jebediah throw the final remainder of the glass of Scotch in it’s eyes as this blinds him.
Jebediah: Ugh, such a waste of a good glass of Scotch. But just like The Messiah Of Pain, I am willing to sacrifice something good for the benefit of those who are the filth of our society today!! But thankfully I am merely the spokesperson of the man that WILL BE your next Intercontinental champion!! Who is willing to take on all of your sins, only to show you non-believers! To finally open your eyes and allow you to understand what a great and patient man he truly is!!!
Crowd: Boo!
Jebediah: Boo me all you want!! My skin is thick!! Because I walk in HIS shadow and HE has promised to protect me as well as anyone he will hurt in order to heal!! He is a game changer!! Look what HE has done to one Joe Montuori!! Look what HE is going to do to Austin Ramsey! And then embrace the possibilities of how HE is going to change all of your lives!! And I will be there throughout every single step of the way!!!
With that Jebediah grabs his glass of Scotch and raises it in the air to toast towards a wild crowd boos as the shot fades.
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We see Goth and Austin Ramsey stand opposed each other inside the ring, circling each other while keeping distance as both wrestling veterans are aware of each other’s strengths and weaknesses. Both circle each other for a few moments, Goth hesitantly extends his arms in an attempt to lock hands with Austin, but pulls back at the final moment before getting to one of the neutral corners and pushes his upper body through the ropes when Austin comes closer to him, forcing the official to get between them as to separate both wrestlers.
Centurion: For someone that has proclaimed that he has strong intentions to hurt Austin he sure as hell is trying to do the opposite.
Derek Diamond: He is just trying to sucker him in to make a mistake, something I am sure will ultimately happen.
The crowd boos the antics of Goth, who is watching Austin back off from him as he slowly moves his upper body through the ropes once more to fully stand inside the ring. He slaps both of his shoulders as he walks from the corner as he is about to lock hands once more, but again backs off again as he repeats the same move once more that causes the official to get between them. This time trying to push Austin away as he is getting close to face to face with Goth, the momentarily distraction gave Goth the opportunity to poke Austin in the eye with his thumb as he leans over the bend forward official. Austin staggers backwards as we see Toddrick Tabor Ramsey complain about it to deaf man’s ears as Goth follows the sudden move up with some heavy blows to the face of Austin. This causes him to back off into the corner before being whipped against the opposite turnbuckles by Goth, who then follows it up with a running clothesline that drops Austin.
Centurion: Oh my, Goth really knew that Austin would fall for that.
Derek Diamond: The oldest tricks in the book are usually still very effective Cent
Goth lifts Austin’s chin up to a standing position before driving the back of his elbow against the side of Austin’s head. He repeats the move a few more times before setting Austin up for a hip toss out of the corner before placing his hands across the chin while driving his knee between the shoulder blades as Austin desperately tries to break the chin lock that Góth has on him by attempting to pry his fingers between those of Góth. Goth relentlessly holds his head with one hand, while blasting series of forearm shots across the chest before locking his hands once again in the chin lock.
Centurion: So far it is all Goth dictating the match.
We see Austin slowly attempting to get to his feet, forcing the knee to be removed from his back as Goth maintains the grip upon his head. Austin finally gets to his feet as he drives series of elbows against the midsection of Goth before running the ropes. Goth follows him up with a clothesline but Austin ducks, running towards the other side of the ring and comes off with a flying forearm shot that staggers Goth into the ropes. Austin quickly gets to his feet and executes a Cross Body Block that sends both Goth and himself over the top rope to the outside. Goth falls awkwardly to the outside while Austin manages to land on top of him as he quickly gets up and high fives Toddrick to much of the happiness from the crowd. He then turns around towards Goth, grabbing him by his arm as he pushes him spine first into the ring apron before taking a few steps backward as he sets himself up for a Super Kick to the chin as the impact of the move forces Goth’s spine to push backwards while hitting the ropes behind him giving Goth a whiplash reaction to the back and his neck. Austin follows it up by whipping Goth into the security railing before charging in on him and executing a Monkey Flip that sends Goth falling upon his back upon the concrete padded floor before rolling in and out of the ring as this causes the ten count to be stopped as the official was at a count of seven.
Derek Diamond: I know Austin is a fighter, but this is a qualifying match for a possible title shot!! He could have just taken a count out victory over a capable veteran like Goth.
Centurion: I agree with you on that one Derek, but I guess the pride of Austin tells us that he wants to beat Goth.
He slowly rolls Goth back into the ring before hopping on the apron himself, measuring Goth for a bit as he sets himself up to climb the nearest turnbuckles and sets himself up for a Frog Splash on top of Goth, who has gotten his knees up at the last moment as this causes Austin to crash and burn.
Derek Diamond: I think his thoughts could be back upon whether he just should have taken a count out victory instead!!
Goth slowly gets up, shaking his head for a few moments before turning his attention towards Austin with a growl upon his face. Sitting down upon the chest of Austin while driving closed fists into the face of Austin as Austin is desperately trying to cover his face up with both arms but to no evail. Goth then decides to blatantly choke Austin out by placing both hands across the throat of Austin as the official warns him before using the ten count on him
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Goth relinquishes the hold, staring daggers at Austin as the former tag team champion is coughing while trying to get some oxygen back into his body. Goth gets up, grabs him by the arm as he pulls him up to his feet before executing a fierce Snap Suplex that drops Austin hard upon the canvas as he sits up while instinctively reaching for the corner as this is what he is used to in tag team competition. Goth slowly gets to his feet before delivering a massive kick to the spine of Austin before getting in front of him and sets himself up for a kick against the exposed chest. But Austin ducks, forcing Goth spin around in a circle before rolling him up for a pin attempt.
Centurion: Rollup!!!
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Thr…
Goth kicks out at the final moment, getting up with an angry look on his face as he gets face to face with the official and starts to argue with him about something that he claims to be an illegal move of Austin. Austin who has gotten to his feet and has gotten behind Goth, jumping up in the back of Goth as he executes a Back Stabber before getting on top of him for a cover
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Thre…
Centurion: NO!!! How did Goth kick out??!
The look on Austin’s face shows the same question as the camera zooms in on him, the crowd sees a replay of the move upon a split screen in the arena’s Titan Tron as they also cannot believe it. Austin looks up at the official with a puzzled look on his face, asking him if it wasn’t a count of three but the official waves it off. Austin looks over at Toddrick, searching for some direction before turning his attention back to Goth. Who is slowly starting to stir as he has gotten himself instinctively upon his side as in making it impossible for Austin to pin him. Austin grabs him by the arm as he uses all of his might to get the much larger and heavier Goth back to his feet as he sets him up for a Slam. But Goth manages to thwart it, using his weight and size to his advantage as he lands behind Austin. Pushing him into the turnbuckles before executing a Small Package as he then extends his arm towards the middle rope to gain some extra leverage as the official goes down for the three count
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Centurion: He is holding the ropes ref!!!!
2!!!!
Centurion: Damnit look up!!!
The official suddenly notices it before his hand could have hit the canvas for the third and final time, warning Goth about it as Goth looks up in shock and starts to get to his knees while putting his hands together in a prayer like fashion while looking at the official with a very innocent look on his face.
Derek Diamond: I almost would believe him if I had not known better!!
The official is shouting at Goth, as Goth gets to his feet and suddenly pulls the official in front of him as Austin charges in on him. This causes Austin to collide with the official while the official gets squashed between them and is out as Goth delivers a low blow to Austin Ramsey before using this distraction to his advantage and hits his homage to Rick Rude.
Centurion: Sinful Confessions!!
Goth gets on top of Austin, hooking both legs as there is no official around to make the pin while the crowd is booing the tactics of Goth.
Derek Diamond: No referee!
Goth counts the pin himself before getting off Austin and making his way over to check on the referee who is slowly starting to stir. Goth turns back and goes after Austin and begins to pick him up for a second Sinful Confessions but we get a low blow answer from Austin to Goth! Austin follows up with BUCKLE UP! Austin rolls Goth over making the cover! The referee slowly crawls into position.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND ADVANCING TO THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER: AUSTIN RAMSEY
Match Time: 15:23
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As the camera cuts to the back we see Devlin Knight walking out of his locker as he’s on his way to the ring for his match against Artemis but as he makes his way through the hallway, he is approached by Jordan Reed who extends his hand out for a handshake and Devlin reciprocates the gesture.
Jordan Reed: Hey Devlin I'm not going to hold you up too much because I know you've git a big back in a few minutes but I just wanted to take the time to introduce myself and let you know I think it's honorable what you're doing around here.
Devlin Knight: Oh hey, Jordan Reed right? Thanks, I've realized that way too much toxicity passes through the doors these days, so something needs to be done about it... And I've seen what you've shown you can do up against Milk Mason and Coding Rhodes recently, gotta say man you're definitely going to fit right in.
Jordan gives Devlin a nod.
Jordan Reed: Appreciate that man, means a lot coming from a veteran like you and I just hope I can keep doing good around here and I know you don’t need it, but if you ever need some help with anything just give me a call.
Devlin Knight: As much as I appreciate that man and believe me, we could actually do with all the help we can get against these goons, but I'd rather not see J Mont and TFO take out someone trying to find their footing here because of me… Same as I told Jetta over on Smash. Just keep doing what you're good at and growing here Jordan, it won't take long at all.
Jordan nods with understanding and with a smile gives Knight another handshake.
Jordan Reed: Appreciate the word advice, I’ll let you get going now and good luck in your match.
Knight gives a nod and then takes his leave and as he vanished out of frame, Jordan goes to turn around but to only be smashed in the face with a steel chair from Rhodes that sends him to the concrete floor and Mason comes out of nowhere with a chair of his own and smash Jordan in the back with it.
CR: You thought it was over country boy?!
Coding drives the chair into the back of Jordan and as he rolls around in pain, Mason stomps him repeatedly over and over again until Coding picks Jordan up and holds his hand behind his back and let’s Mason give him hard punches to the face and ribs as he talks smack.
MM: You thought we was just going to let you and Rub get away with embarrassing us? You thought it was just going to be that easy for you.
Mason gives Jordan one hell of a haymaker and then a few more punches to the ribs and then Coding let’s him go so he can fall to the ground and then they begin to walk off but Mason stops and looks over at a table th has some equipment on it and then looks at Coding with a wink and they walk over towards Jordan and make him get back up on his feet and then Mason and Coding lift Jordan up in a powerbomb position and then walks him over towards the table.
MM: Night night BITCH!!!!
They drive Jordan through the table and some of the equipment falls on him as the table crashes and breaks in half, burning Jordan under it as security and referees finally come to his aide but the Damage is already done as Mason and Rhodes walk off with a smirk and laugh at what they have done. Security and the referees meanwhile check on Jordan but he’s not responsive and the security picks up his radio to call for medical.
Security: Yes we are going to need medical attention and probably EMTs to take Jordan to the hospital, he’s in pretty bad shape.
A few minutes later EMTs arrived on the scene and have put Jordan on a stretcher and got ready to load him up as Ruby Darling came running up with a concerned look on her face.
Ruby Darling: What the hell happened here?!
Ruby looks at an unconscious Jordan with concern in her eyes and then anger as she speaks to a security guard.
Ruby Darling: WHO DID THIS?!
The security guard hesitates for a moment from intimidation but then answers her.
Security Guard: It was Coding and Mason.
Ruby's eyes light up like an exploding sun as they close the doors to the Ambulance truck and drive off toward the hospital.
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Since the brand split, Monday Night Brawl can be thankful for one group that has been keeping their ratings at a very high level. Not as high as Smash of course. The Fortunate Ones, week in and week out just do the damn thing. They come. They see. They conquer. All this talk, every week about all these wrestlers that are going to stop us and end us is pretty funny. Everyone knows that we are going to show up in style every Monday Night and yet, no one has had the balls to step up. And WE can bet money that tonight is going to be no different. Damage, what a joke. Fred Debonair has lost his mind and identity. Chris Page, just pissed that they didn't call 067 so he could win Bingo. The Fortunate Ones are and will always be the measuring stick of the WGWF
And with that, you can see in the back of the arena, the party has started already. Amber Mansley, Clyde Newton, Shaun Hart and The Smash World Champion Enigma are in the back.
DERRICK DIAMOND: What a sad day this looks to be.
CENTURION: Why is that?
DERRICK DIAMOND: I see The Fortunate Ones in the back already minus J Mont.
CENTURION: That’s the best news I have heard all week long.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Network Exec. is gonna can your ass soon. All this on air evidence of you downing him is going to cost you your job.
CENTURION: I will believe that when I see it.
On that note, Centurion better pray because he is about to see the man whose middle name is Ratings. The sound of a Quicksilver custom Exhaust can be heard and if you know anything about cars, you know this is the most expensive exhaust in the market today. A ceramic coated sport exhaust which benefits by retaining heat better which in turn decreases the engine bay temperatures and aids in performance. Maybe this is something Chris Page needs in the bedroom to keep Candice happy. Then you have Laser cut flanges that fit perfectly to the OEM Catalysts. And to top it off, the quad square tips and matte black finish.
You see a Rolls Royce Phantom in a custom 2 tone blue and black pulling up to the back where The Fortunate Ones stand. The exhaust has Amber holding her ears. Clyde has his phone out getting a video of this. Shaun Hart looks on in excitement. And Enigma just stands there tall as this does not phase the big man at all. As the car approaches them, the Rolls Royce emblem stands out in a Pure Silver. This luxury, one of a kind Rolls Royce stops, and you can't help but take in how beautiful this car looks. When the door swings open, you already know who it is.
J Mont steps out wearing a custom 3 piece suit, straight from Italy. He doesn’t look like he is here to fight tonight, but instead conduct business.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yes, he is here. And do you see that car?.
CENTURION: Probably a rental from Hertz.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Since when does Hertz rent out Rolls Royce? You're a moron Cent. You're just mad that you bought a 2016 Hyundai Elantra from the dealership and did not purchase the warranty or gap and got nailed with a 14 percent interest rate.
CENTURION: Keep smoking that J Mont weed Derrick!
J Mont walks up to the rest of The Fortunate Ones with a smile on his face.
J MONT: The meeting went great with the network. And the meeting with HIM also went great as well. Things are coming together faster than we all thought. We are the talk of the whole industry in and out of the ring. When the word wrestling gets mentioned, The Fortunate Ones are the first to be brought up. Not the ugly ass large luchador in John Cable. Not the Dirty Grandpa in Chris Page. Not the Gheorghe Muresan wanna be whose only claim to fame is being tall in Damage. And for christ sakes, has anyone seen Fred yet?
CLYDE NEWTON: I saw Fred on the Cartoon Network, but Wilma was pissed at him.
AMBER MANSLEY: I was scrolling through Netflix the other night, and came across Drop Dead Fred.
SHAUN HART: Didn’t Fred do it all for the NOOKIE?
Enigma stands on, with no comment while J Mont shakes his head but cannot help but smirk. Fred Debonair is still missing, even after all the efforts last Monday Night with the missing signs.
J MONT: You all know we have the biggest target on us right now, but that's what we want. We are the WGWF. We are Monday Night Brawl. We are Monday night Smash. We are Wrestling. Without The Fortunate Ones, the WGWF will be in the same category as BLOCKBUSTER, RADIO SHACK, TOYS R US and SPORTS AUTHORITY. Shut down and out of business. Chris and Candice Page should be kissing our asses for keeping this company at the top. At least on Smash, Jonathan Barrows lets us do our thing because he knows what's best for business.
The Fortunate Ones start to get loud and rowdy. The party is starting here on Monday Night Brawl. J Mont then walks towards his Rolls Royce, but on the passenger side and opens the door. He grabs a briefcase and a stack of papers it looks like. As he shuts the door, you can hear the voice of Clyde.
CLYDE NEWTON: Who the hell do you think you are? Dan Fielding from that TV show Night Court?
AMBER MANSLEY: Get him a trench coat and call him Columbo.
J MONT: How about you 2 get a room at the Motel 6 and please turn the light off.
SHAUN HART: I have the MY6 which is their loyalty program if you need to use it for the upgrade.
J MONT: Do I even need to ask why you stay at the Motel 6?
Enigma shakes his head as the rest of The Fortunate Ones bust out in laughter. They are all having a great time and cracking jokes, but it’s about that time to enter the arena and crack some skulls and break some spirits.
J MONT: Last Monday night it was the Missing Fred signs. Tonight, I have a special sign with 100 copies just for that asshole Chris Page.
J MONT: And this applies to anyone else who has a problem with The Fortunate Ones. And don’t worry John, I want to make sure you get a special shout out. So Fuck You John Cable and your fake ass, tax evasion New Breen Foundation.
J Mont fists pumps Clyde, then Shaun. Gives a hug to Amber, then shakes the hand of Enigma as The Fortunate Ones are about to enter the arena and do what they always do. Take the show over.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Fortunate Ones are here to save Monday Night Brawl tonight and I am all for it.
CENTURION: I'm starting to think you are a part of the group.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I wish I was because then I wouldn't have to deal with your dumbass anymore. I cannot wait to see what J Mont has in store for us tonight.
CENTURION: Someone needs to steal that briefcase and crack it over the head of J Mont!
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The bell sounds as we are underway.
CENTURION: It’s all or nothing for these two tonight, the winner will enter the Elimination Chamber Last, and the loser must go the distance by starting first.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I can only imagine that if Artemis, your interim Intercontinental Champion, somehow comes up short here it’s going to be Candice’s fault.
The crowd rallies behind Devlin causing Artemis to turn her attention toward the crowd to quiet them down. Knight runs up behind Artemis and rolls her up with a schoolboy!
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THRE…
Artemis escapes with a kick out to a gasp from the crowd as she is quickly back to her feet as is Devlin Knight who shows her inches with his fingers.
CENTURION: Artemis cannot turn her back on someone like Devlin Knight, the cagey veteran.
Knight and Artemis spout off at each other while they circle before looking to lock up. Artemis slips around into a back waistlock, Knight reverses positioning with a standing side switch into his own back waistlock which he transitions into a side headlock. Knight cranks on the head of Artemis before snapping her over to the mat with her shoulders down.
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THRE…
Artemis escapes the pinning attempt with a head scissors. The referee slides into position asking Knight to surrender, he refuses and works his way to both knees before yanking his head free where he pops up to his feet and looks for a penalty kick! Artemis evades and rolls Knight up with a School Girl.
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THRE…
Knight escapes with a kick out and both Artemis and Knight are back to their feet with a stalemate to a pop from the crowd. Donatello shouts out from the floor getting the attention of Knight and when Delvin spins back toward Artemis she lands a flying knee strike under the jaw that rocks Knight back into the ropes!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That momentary distraction from Donatello paid dividends.
Artemis lands a Paintbrush Barage of slaps across the face of Knight before bringing him out to the ring with a snap mare takeover and drives a stiff kick to the spine! Artemis drops down to the mat making the cover.
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THRE…
Knight pops the shoulder to a pop from the crowd.
CENTURION: Artemis with a near fall.
Artemis locks in a rear chin lock on Knight. The referee starts asking Devlin to surrender, but he refuses. The crowd begins rallying behind Knight as he starts working his way back to his feet he turns into the chin lock and backs Artemis up against the ropes he breaks free with an Irish Whip, and Artemis bounces off the far side and into a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam!
Knight makes the cover with a hook of the leg.
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THRE…
Artemis pops a shoulder off the mat to a huge gasp. Donatello starts cheering on Artemis from her corner as he pounds on the mat.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Neither Artemis nor Devlin can make a big mistake. Positioning is crucial inside the Elimination Chamber. You have to think the less damage you take only enhances your chances of leaving as the new Intercontinental Champion.
CENTURION: The stakes are very high with this one for these two pieces of talent, that’s for sure.
Devlin gets to one knee before stepping up to his feet. Knight picks Artemis up and laces her across the chest with a knife-edge chop echoing throughout the arena as it knocks Artemis back into a neutral corner. Knight runs forward and connects with a Step-Up Enziguri! Knight is back to his feet as we see Artemis stagger out from the corner and into a Roaring Elbow strike from Knight that drops Artemis!
Knight makes another cover.
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THRE…
Artemis pops her shoulder at the last possible second to a louder gasp from the crowd. Knight questions the count and is shown two fingers by the referee.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I wouldn’t waste a lot of time questioning the referee instead of trying to find the victory.
Devlin steps back up to his feet where he picks Artemis up and takes her up in the air with a Fireman’s Carry! Artemis manages to slip down the back and shove Devlin forward into the ropes, Knight bounces off the ropes and into a standing Spin Wheel Kick which sends Knight down to the mat.
Artemis strikes a pose before dropping a beautiful knee drop across the sternum of Knight!
CENTURION: Pose of Prometheus!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Cover by Artemis!
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THRE…
Knight escapes with a kick out to a pop from the crowd.
CENTURION: Just a two!
Artemis finds her way back to her feet where she picks Devlin up and locks in a front face lock before dropping him with a DDT!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Artemis is pulling off whatever offense she can. She’s at a huge disadvantage when it comes to size and strength.
Artemis gets back to her feet where she runs toward the ropes and lands a Lionsault! Artemis makes another cover with a hook of the leg.
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THRE…
Another kick out from Knight!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Knight finds another escape!
Artemis cuts her eyes at the referee while holding up three fingers. She steps back up to her feet before picking Devlin up. Artemis rocks Knight with a series of forearm shots before shooting him across the ring and into a set of turnbuckles. Artemis charges in after him only to eat a reverse elbow that rocks Artemis back out to the center of the ring. Devlin explodes out from the corner with a front flip DDT to Artemis that brings the crowd to their feet!
CENTURION: ROCK N’ ROLLA by Knight!
Devlin rolls Artemis over and makes the cover.
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THRE…
Artemis is close enough to the ropes to drape her foot across the bottom rope and in the eyesight of the referee stopping his count. Devlin rolls off the cover as we see Donatello come around the ring and pull Artemis out to the floor.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Donatello pulls the Interim Intercontinental Champion out to the floor.
CENTURION: Are you seriously playing into all that?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Has anyone disputed it?
CENTURION: Tristan earlier tonight, Devlin in promotions for this match. Take your pick.
Knight rolls out to the floor coming up behind Donatello and Artemis where he drives their heads together!
DERRICK DIAMOND: COCONUTS!
We get a split screen of Tristan Slater in his luxury box watching on intently as Devlin hurls Artemis back into the ring under the bottom rope before going full screen on the action. Knight climbs up on the ring apron but as he starts to step through the top and middle rope it’s Artemis who kicks the bottom rope up into the groin of Knight! Knight crumbles into the ring and starts working his way back to his feet as we see Artemis run toward the ropes and springboard off with a spinning shining wizard to Knight!
Artemis makes the cover hooking both legs back!
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THRE…
KNIGHT KICKS OUT!
CENTURION: It doesn’t get closer than that without the bell ringing, sweet baby Jesus that was close!
The crowd begins to rally behind Knight as they chant his name in unison while Artemis gets back to her feet. She reaches down picking Devlin up and rocks him with a stiff European Uppercut that sends Knight back into a neutral corner. Artemis charges in but it’s Devlin who throws up a big boot; however, Artemis catches the boot and brings Devlin hopping out toward the center of the ring on one foot.
Knight lands a jumping Enziguri to the back of Artemis’s head!
Devlin begins getting back to his feet where he catches Artemis with a Superkick which sends her bouncing off the ropes and into a Fireman’s Carry by Knight who follows it up with a Go To Sleep! The crowd pops huge for the move!
DERRICK DIAMOND: KNIGHT-KNIGHT!
Devlin drops down into the cover hooking the near leg.
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THRE…
Artemis pops a shoulder off the mat to a huge gasp from the crowd.
CENTURION: Just a two!
The crowd is solidly behind Devlin as he works his way back to a vertical base. We get another shot of Tristan Slater watching on from the luxury booth as Knight reaches down picks Artemis up and takes her back into the ropes. Knight shoots Artemis across the ring where she latches onto the top rope and Donatello pulls her out to the floor under the bottom rope. Donatello checks on Artemis asking if she’s Okay while in the ring Delvin charges toward the ropes with a baseball slide dropkick, and Donatello shoves Artemis out of the way and eats the baseball slide dropkick for Artemis!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Donatello just sacrificed himself for Artemis!
The referee rolls out to the floor to check on Donatello and suddenly the crowd erupts with loud boos as JOE MONTUORI hops the barrier and slides into the ring behind Devlin! Mont spins Knight around and lays him out with a JKO!
CENTURION: That rat bastard J MONT!
J Mont slips back out to the floor and escapes through the crowd as Artemis sees it all and quickly slides into the ring where she is screaming at the referee while making a cover on Knight and hooking the leg. The referee slides back into the ring seeing the cover!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND ENTERING THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER LAST: ARTEMIS
Match Time: 16:34
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Artemis quickly rolls out to the floor where a loopy Donatello is getting back to his feet as he confusingly asks her who won.
DERRICK DIAMOND: J Mont with a huge assist has helped Artemis secure the final entry spot in the Elimination Chamber at Monday Night Brawl’s First Dance Pay-Per-View!
CENTURION: And in the process he has made sure that Devlin Knight starts it! I smell some collusion!
Artemis gets out of dodge after she grabs her Interim Intercontinental Championship to massive boos from the crowd.
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The locker room door swung open with a creak, and Dubois entered the dimly lit space, his body still pulsating with the adrenaline of the brutal match he had just fought. The deafening cheers from the crowd were now replaced by a haunting silence that seemed to amplify the echoes of his footsteps. As Dubois pushed open the heavy door, the lingering scent of sweat and adrenaline filled the air. His muscles ached, and beads of sweat trickled down his face as he scanned the room for his manager, Jake "The Snake" Roberts. As Dubois made his way through the maze of equipment and discarded wrestling gear, he spotted Jake seated in a worn-out chair in the far corner of the room. However, something was off. Jake's usual air of confidence and watchful demeanor was replaced by a slouched figure, head tilted back, and an unmistakable sound of light snoring escaping his lips.
Dubois couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, a mix of concern and frustration creasing his forehead. He approached the slumbering figure cautiously, the sharp echoes of his footsteps cutting through the quiet. The dim light revealed Jake's disheveled appearance – tie askew, jacket crumpled, and a sticky note conspicuously attached to his chest.
Dubois approached with a mix of concern and irritation, the need to debrief and strategize after the match compelling him to wake Jake. As he reached for the note, a peculiar feeling crawled up his spine. The note, written in purple crayon, simply read, "Look up."
Dubois hesitated for a moment, glancing around the room as if expecting something to jump out at him. Then, he shifted his gaze upward, only to discover a thin string hanging from the ceiling just above Jake's chair. An air of suspense filled the room as Dubois reached up, gingerly tugging the string.
A gasp escaped him as a surreal sight unfolded. Descending from the ceiling, a group of snakes – Jake's trademark companions – were suspended by the string. Yet, something was horribly wrong. These snakes, usually a symbol of Jake's menacing presence, were twisted and manipulated into a macabre arrangement. Their bodies were bent at unnatural angles, and worst of all, each snake was headless.
Before Dubois could fully comprehend the grotesque scene, a single droplet of blood splattered onto his forehead. He recoiled, wiping the warm liquid from his skin. His eyes widened in horror as he looked up again, realizing that the snakes were bleeding. Blood dripped from their headless bodies, creating a chilling and morbid spectacle. Purple spray paint adorned one wall.
Dubois felt a shiver run down his spine. The back of the sticky note he had peeled off read, "Look over." With trepidation, he turned his gaze towards the locker room wall. There, written in what appeared to be snake blood, were the words that left him cold.
As the blood continued to drip from the snakes above, Dubois was left to grapple with the unsettling reality that the darkness within the wrestling world extended beyond the ring and into the shadows of his own locker room.
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The picture switches over to a shot of the famous River Walk in San Antonio. Pedestrians are moving on either side of the river, heading to all the restaurants and stores along its wake. There are also small cruises going down the river, tourist traps that always generate big business. The drone zooms in, showing that one of the cruises only has a single passenger. We can now see Peter Vaughn as he looks up, taking in the view.
PETER VAUGHN: You know, it doesn’t matter how many times you leave, it’s always nice to return to your home state. And being out here with fellow Texans always feels so good. It’s just… better here.
Vaughn turns and looks out at all the people going by, even as the boat captain dutifully continues forward, doing his job.
PETER VAUGHN: I look out at all these people, and I think “These are my people”. These are the guys that had my back when I fought all sorts of wars in 2023. When I won the West Coast Rumble, and held the WGWF World Heavyweight Title for 253 days this past year, they were my supporters. Or so I thought.
The wrestler looks down for a second, before glancing back at the camera.
PETER VAUGHN: But they do say you’re forgotten quickly, don’t they? Because they voted Cholo the Wrestler of the Year. Cholo. My friend. Over me. And then I wonder, why was I concerned about their opinions? Why was I having the greatest year of my career in their name? When it should all be… about me.
Vaughn laughs to himself, shaking his head.
PETER VAUGHN: So I’ve decided that 2024, I’m focusing more on myself. I’m not going to be making other wrestlers famous. I’m going to be destroying them, removing them from the board. And then, maybe at the end of the year, everyone will look around and think… who else can I vote for? And the board will be clear, won’t it? And I suppose I might as well start with the guy who’s ‘courageously’ calling me out.
With that, Vaughn sits forward, staring directly into the camera.
PETER VAUGHN: So, CJ Phoenix. The Luminary of Despair. I bet that looks good on a t-shirt, doesn’t it? Silly name, but I digress. It’s funny, CJ. I was just going about my business, taking care of that rookie who shouldn’t have been in the ring with me, when we locked eyes, and you immediately took it personally. How insane is that? You’re so unsure of yourself that the mere fact of someone staring at you caused you to demand a match? You’ve got some serious anxiety issues, brother, and you should look into that.
With a smirk, Vaughn drops a hand down into the water, letting his fingers trace through the river for a few moments. He watches as the ripples expand, shooting around his fingers as they keep moving.
PETER VAUGHN: You may not realize it, CJ, but you’ve started something. Small actions can have massive consequences. You decided that, because I dared to look in your general direction, you’d call me out. You seem to think that makes you a big shot. It really makes you a fool. Because I’m always looking for an outlet to relieve some… stress. You want to put the target on yourself willingly? I’m all for it.
Vaughn leans forward, now glaring into the camera lens.
PETER VAUGHN: So you can jot this into your little stalker notebook of yours. I Accept.
With that, Vaughn gets up and heads to the front of the boat.
PETER VAUGHN: Let me off here.
BOAT CAPTAIN: But sir, we haven’t finished the…
PETER VAUGHN: NOW.
Seeing Vaughn’s face, the captain gets the boat closer to the edge of the river, where a small platform is located. Vaughn hops out easily, walking away, as the captain watches him go. We return to the arena.
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The two men connect in the middle of the ring, locking up with the classic collar-and-elbow and immediately breaking apart as Dubois shoves Urijah away. He drives a quick forearm into the face, but Cain shakes it off, firing right back with a solid European uppercut. There’s almost a moment of respect that passes between the two before Dubois slaps his own chest, as if beckoning for Cain to do his best chop. Of course, he obliges, only for Dubois to step in, hook that arm and turn that into a judo toss! He follows up with a hard knee to the back of the head and Urijah rolls out of the ring to escape more punishment. Dubois showboats, getting a shake of the head from his manager for being overly cocky before Cain slides back in. They lock up again, taking it to the ropes where Urijah gives the shove break this time. They trade waist locks a few times with Dubois working to keep body control with some reversals and stiff kicks but Urijah soaks it all up.
CENTURION: We’re off to a hell of a start here!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Are you kidding me? Where’s the blood and guts?
CENTURION: Both of these two CAN wrestle—
DERRICK DIAMOND: They can, sure. But it’s almost Christmas. Let’s add a little festive spirit!
Back in the ring, Urijah goes for a suplex but Dubois blocks and slides behind, only to eat an elbow to the face for his trouble. Dubois staggers back and Urijah nails him with a dropkick to the knee before locking in a heel hook – gorgeous double-arm DDT and the momentum seems to have shifted into Cain’s favor. Low blow sends Cain staggering back and Dubois capitalizes with a snapmare. Thinking that’s enough, Dubois spins him over for a suplex but Urijah blocks the attempt, getting a pop from the crowd for the tenacity. Dubois switches to trying for a slam but Urijah STILL blocks the attempt! Urijah tries a snapmare but Dubois blocks it! Urijah boots him to the stomach and tries again but still… no… dice. Urijah switches to a suplex. NO! He runs off the ropes but gets caught by a basement dropkick from Dubois. Urijah crumples and Dubois starts laying the boots into Cain, sending him crawling toward the corner. A running bulldog attempt ends with Dubois crashing into the ringpost as Cain gets out of the way and he rolls back into a small package!
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2!!
THR—NO!
DUBOIS KICKS OUT!
CENTURION: Urijah Cain almost punched his ticket to First Dance right there!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Not sure how much more punishment either of these two can take. Jesus. This is insane!
Dubois pulls Urijah in, looking for a DDT but it’s blocked! Urijah battles back, connecting with a spinning backfist after slipping out of Dubois’ grasp. He staggers back and Dubois clips his knee, sending him down hard. Urijah sits up quickly only to get blasted in the face with a kick – NO! HE CATCHES HOLD OF THE LEG AND RIPS DUBOIS OFF HIS FEET! ANOTHER SMALL PACKAGE! NO! REVERSAL IMMEDIATELY!
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2!!
KICKOUT!
ANOTHER HOOK AND THIS TIME CAIN’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!
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2!!
NO!
CENTURION: HOLY SHIT! That was insane!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Get up, Dubois!
Urijah stirs first, getting up only to have Dubois dive in, nailing a back elbow staggering Cain backward and allows Dubois to come out from the corner with a boot to the midsection and proceeds to land a CANADIAN DESTROYER!
CENTURION: PEACE OUT PILEDRIVER!
Dubois makes the cover.
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2!!
THRE…
DERRICK DIAMOND: JUST A TWO COUNT!
Dubois snatches Cain in close, transitioning to a headlock before Urijah reverses into one of his own. Dubois tries punching his way free but can't get a suplex to counter. Instead, he rides Urijah down into the mat where he floats into a rear naked choke, only to have Cain get an immediate rope break. Dubois takes his time breaking the hold, getting the crowd restless! Back up, they start pummeling each other yet again – both of them look like they’re about to fall over from exhaustion but neither wants to give up. Urijah capitalizes with a quick front kick before nailing Raising Cain! He drops for the cover!
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2!!
THR—NO!
CENTURION: This is sheer pandemonium!
DERRICK DIAMOND: And Dubois is bleeding! HELL YES!
Dubois rolls out to the floor, spitting blood. He recovers just in time to eat a Joshi-style missile dropkick from the apron. Urijah slams him down on the floor and stalks around for a bit before rolling back into the ring. Back in, Urijah heads up top for the missile dropkick and then follows up with a Yakuza kick in the corner. Dubois catches him for a half-hatch suplex, but Cain won't stay down. Dubois sends him into the corner, firing in some hard kicks, and mounting for some punches before Cain crumbles. Dubois heads to the top but Urijah spinwheel kicks him into a crotch spot on the turnbuckle and then starts working on his knee with a few strikes. Urijah goes for a superplex off the top and for a moment they’re struggling for position and chopping the hell out of each other but eventually Dubois wins the exchange and blocks – HOLY SHIT! High-impact corkscrew DDT from the top and it’s absolute perfection!
DERRICK DIAMOND: YOU GOT THIS, DUBOIS!
CENTURION: Get up, Urijah!
Dubois dives in for that cover.
1!!
TW— NO!
Somehow, Urijah Cain kicks out and the crowd can’t believe what they’re seeing. Neither can Dubois and he loses his shit, stomping a mudhole on Cain before hauling his dazed body back up. Dubois looks for the Peace Out Piledriver but Cain blocks it and reverses into a STIFF BRAINBUSTER! They're both down, unmoving as the crowd goes ballistic, some “THIS IS AWESOME!” chants rippling across the packed crowd. Urijah’s the first to stir and when Dubois staggers up he nails him with a superkick and then snatches him in for a Fatal Deviation – NO! DUBOIS GOT THE ARMS UNDERHOOKED FOR THAT DEADLY SNAKEBITE.
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CENTURION: WHAT AN INSANE ENDING!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND ADVANCING TO FIRST DANCE: DUBOIS
Match Time: 8:04
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Dubois has his arm raised in victory before running his hands across his chest. We get a split screen of Tristan Slater in his luxury box before going full screen on Dubois.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Elimination Chamber at First Dance is officially set. Artemis, Tristan Slater, Devlin Knight, Spencer Adams, Austin Ramsey, and Dubois. One of those six will be leaving as the new Intercontinental Champion.
CENTURION: What a loaded lineup Monday Night Brawl’s First Dance is shaping up to being, that’s for damn sure.
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The crowd is shocked and stunned at what they’ve just witnessed, before Ruby’s music even has a chance to play she comes storming down to the ring. She steps between the ropes and reaches for a microphone. Ruby paces around the ring like a caged tiger as she thinks over her words.
Ruby: I had thought about what I wanted to say but that’s gone out the window now. Now I’m going to call out two of the most cowardly men on the roster, if you can even actually call them men!
Ruby spins around and walks to the corner post closest to the ringer announcer's table and spoke.
Ruby: Shut up both of you! Calling this as if you really know what it’s like. You two know nothing, now zip it before I put you both through the table!
Ruby turns back to the main camera, her dark brown eyes blaze like the sun as she tries to compose herself.
Ruby: I just witnessed one of the most heinous acts committed. Coding Rhodes and Milk Mason! The two of you make me sick! You guys better hope that Jordan is going to be okay because if he isn’t? The two of you are going to regret it.
The crowd begins to boo and as Ruby looks around she sees Milk and Coding walking down the steps through the crowd.
Coding: Ruby, Ruby, Ruby. Milk and I are more than just enhancement talent as you have referred to us as. Milk and myself are rising stars in this company and in the industry.
Ruby: I never actually said that but in all honesty that’s what you are. Simple enhancement talent.
Milk Mason: Ruby, in case you haven’t noticed you’re out numbered right now once we get into that ring.
Ruby: And do you honestly think that frightens me Milk? I literally took my first steps in a wrestling ring. I had you so tied up in the ring during my very first match I might add that you were running in circles! Now get in here!
Ruby tossed her mic off to one side and held her hands up, ready to fight. Milk Mason and Coding Rhodes jumped over the barricade with Milk almost landing on his face and they slid into the ring ready to pounce. Ruby ducked a swing from Coding and took down Milk with a thez press and wailed away on him. Coding yanked her off of Milk and whipped her into the corner and she hit the turbuckles hard. Once Coding had Ruby curled up on her side, Milk jumped up and joined in to get his kick or two in. Suddenly two women dressed in wrestling gear came running down the ramp and they slid into the ring. It was Jenny Myst and JD Smith coming to the aid of Ruby! JD went after Coding while Jenny grabbed Milk and bitch slapped him as hard as she could across the face. She hit him so hard that he rolled right out of the ring to get away from her! Jenny then turned her attention to Coding and helped JD beat him up, she slid out of the ring momentarily and reached under the ring and grabbed a couple of kendo sticks before rolling back under the bottom rope and tossing one of the kendo sticks to JD who had Coding in a head lock but let go quick enough to catch the kendo stick. Milk Mason was already backing up the ramp when Coding Rhodes decided that he’d had enough as well and that they had made their point and that neither Jordan or Ruby would be interfering in their business anytime soon. As the camera faded to black, JD and Jenny Myst are seen helping Ruby out of the ring and up the ramp as she favors her left elbow and she is busted open above her eyebrow and her nose is bleeding profusely.
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The scene fades backstage to the WGWF Monday Brawl Interview set to find Denise Essex standing by.
DENISE ESSEX: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time is none other than “Chronic” Chris Page!
The crowd pops huge as the camera pans back revealing the owner of the WGWF standing next to Denise suited and booted.
DENISE ESSEX: Mr. Page, boy oh boy do you have a lot going on when it comes to the WGWF, and when it comes to the Fortunate Ones.
Denise holds the microphone in front of the lips of Chris Page.
CHRIS PAGE: There is always a lot going on when your name is Chris Page, and Denise you’re one thousand percent correct when you bring up The Fortunate Ones but we’re going to put a pin in the balloon of those egos in seven short days… but tonight, haha, doesn’t have a damn thing to do with the attention whores.
Denise appears confused by the statement.
DENISE ESSEX: There are rumors that you’re here tonight to issue some kind of challenge, and if it’s not against the Fortunate Ones then who is it for?
Chris directs his attention toward to the camera as he responds.
CHRIS PAGE: I thought you’d never ask.
Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: In our business, every company wants to be Number One or they think they are Number One. It’s okay to admit that, even when numbers speak differently you are all still entitled to believe whatever fantasies you wish if it helps you sleep better at night because when it comes to THIS profession, when it comes to running an organization, and when it comes to producing QUALITY programming it’s not a secrete that you’ve got your eyes locked on the benchmark.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: … but…
There is a slight pause by Page.
CHRIS PAGE: There is another company out there that has been making waves, and has been for the last year. That company is Thunder Pro Wrestling.
Chris shifts his attention toward Denise.
CHRIS PAGE: You mentioned challenge, right?
Denise draws the microphone to her lips.
DENISE ESSEX: That’s the rumor.
Chris nods while Denise places the microphone back in front of Chris’s lips. Chris turns his attention back toward the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: Alexander Marshall.
The crowd quiets down.
CHRIS PAGE: You can protect your International Champion all you like…
Chris raises his hands up into view of the camera revealing the Porter Games briefcase.
CHRIS PAGE: That only lasts so long.
Chris lowers the briefcase out of view of the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: This is about so much more now, because if you got the balls why don’t you put your money where your mouth is? You see, I happen to be an expert at beating the crap out of the masses at any kind of wrestling event on the planet. Not only do I believe in myself, but I also believe in MY company. I’m here tonight to issue Alexander Marshall AND Thunder Pro Wrestling a challenge for an interfederation Pay-Per-View Event!
The crowd explodes!
CHRIS PAGE: Bring your International Title, bring your American Title, bring your Prestige Title, and bring those Duo’s Title because I’ll be bringing all of mine. The ball is in your court, Alex.
Chris looks to walk off the set but is called back by Denise.
DENISE ESSEX: Chris, anything to say to J Mont?
Without hesitation Chris responds.
CHRIS PAGE: Who?
Chris rolls his eyes before turning his back and leaving Denise with the microphone in hand.
DENISE ESSEX: Back to you guys at ringside.
“Not just yet.”
The camera stays on the interview set as Candice Page enters the screen.
CANDICE PAGE: I’ve got a few things that I need to address because it seems we’ve got ourselves a J Mont problem that just doesn’t seem to end. I was hoping that it wouldn’t come to this but it’s clear that I can’t have a show without the other brand trying to infringe on it. I don’t care what “network” you work for because I assure you it has nothing to do with the WGWF. Effective immediately, if YOU are NOT a Monday Night Brawl contracted talent then you will be banned from the buildings.
The crowd roars loudly.
CANDICE PAGE: Take your attention whore ass to Monday Night Smash where you belong because there is no room for the weak on Monday Night Brawl… that’s probably why I didn’t draft the Fortunate Ones under any circumstance.
Some laughter is heard from the crowd.
CANDICE PAGE: Moving forward, unless I invite you… you’re not welcome. Show up and try me… I quadruple dog dare you. Now you can pitch it back to ringside.
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The bell has rang as we see Toddrick squaring off against the number one contender for the World Title in Mac Bane. A man that she has had a history with as Mac Bane had beaten her and Austin for the tag titles in their epic confrontation before attacking Austin. This has taken a spin in their relationship as their son had become a part of the story as well. Toddrick tries to stay away from Mac Bane’s larger reach as she uses her speed in her advantage. Mac Bane tries to corner Toddrick before attempting to grab hold of her as he moves forward towards her, only to have Todrick sidestep him and kicks him in the back of his knee as this forces him to drop down momentarily to a knee.
Centurion: This is what Todrick has got to do to have a shot against Mac, hit and run. She cannot match strength with him.
Todrick backs off, allowing Mac Bane to slowly rise back to his feet as giving him a signal towards the number one contender to Cholo’s belt that she isn’t some easy opponent to take down. Mac nods his head, shows a sinister smile as he circles the ring as Todrick is doing the same. Neither of the two are taking each other’s eyes off of each other as Mac Bane ultimately tries to corner Todrick once more and moves in on her like earlier. Again Todrick sidesteps and goes for the back of Mac’s knee once again, only this time Mac had it scouted as he moves backwards to meet her with a back elbow to the side to her head. This staggers Todrick as Mac charges in on her, whipping her into the turnbuckles before executing a running Avalanche into her back, causing her to be dropped to her knees by the sudden impact of the massive frame of Mac Bane.
Derek Diamond: Good Grief!! Talking about a bull charging in on you!!!
Centurion: Yeah, luckily for Toddrick this bull has left his horns back home!!
Mac Bane starts to put the boots to Todrick, ignoring the official’s warnings before the start of the five count.
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4!!!
Mac backs off, staring down the official in an attempt to intimidate him before turning his attention back to Todrick Tabor Ramsey as he grabs her by the arm and pulls her up to her feet. He then sets her up for an Irish Whip into the opposite turnbuckles, having her hit the turnbuckles with authority as he follows it up with a running clothesline from behind, only to have Todrick to jump the turnbuckles before executing a Back Elbow upon the charging Mac Bane. She connects to his jaw, causing the big man to stagger backwards as the sudden impact had taken him off guard. Todrick follows it up with a spinning heel kick to the midsection of Mac Bane before executing a scissor kick to the back of Mac Bane’s neck. This causes him to drop face first upon the canvas as Todrick rolls him over and hooks his left leg for the cover
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Tw…
Mac Bane kicks out with authority, pushing Toddrick off of him as she lands upon her feet with he realization that there is a lot more fight inside of Mac Bane as he slowly gets to his feet. Todrick doesn’t waste any time as she runs the ropes and comes off charging with a running knee to the face of Mac Bane as he has gotten to a knee. This sends him falling upon his back as Todrick runs the ropes and executes a Springboard Moonsault on top of Mac Bane as this time she hooks both legs.
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2!!
Thr..
Mac manages to get his shoulder off the canvas as Todrick gets to her feet and puts the boots to Mac Bane, causing the crowd to cheer her on as they know the backstory between the two and applaud her.
Centurion: Mac Bane is getting a taste of his own medicine!!!
Derek Diamond: Doctor Todrick tells him to take these ass kicking three times a day!!!
Todrick lets out a scream of frustration that has been building inside of her, turning her attention towards the turnbuckles as she climbs the second turnbuckle before setting herself up for a Double Axhandle upon the slowly rising Mac Bane. Mac quickly gets to her feet when she jumps off the turnbuckles, catching her by the waist before driving her spine first into the turnbuckles before driving series of massive forearms into her midsection. Showcasing his animalistic nature as he grabs her by the head and drops her with one vicious forearm shot to the temple. He then grabs her up by the waist, sets her up for a Powerbomb position and drops her spine and back first into he turnbuckles with a Buckle Bomb before lifting her up again and drives her spine firs tinto the middle of the ring with a Powerbomb before going for an arrogant cover.
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2!!!
Thr….
Todrick manages to get her shoulder off the canvas, showing the impact of the powermoves has on her as she shows a painful look upon her face. Mac shakes his head, grabbing her by the head as he starts to drive closed fists to the side of her face, ignoring the official as he then follows it up by choking Toddrick out as the official starts to use the five count against him.
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4!!!
Mac Bane lets go as he grabs Todrick by the head as he pulls her up to her feet, drags her towards the corner before setting her up for an Irish Whip. Sending her crashing into the turnbuckles as she hits her back into the turnbuckles as Mac Bane charges in on her. Todrick manages to sidestep before hitting Mac with a Pele Kick to the face, this causes him to stagger backwards before Todrick hits a Spinning Neck Breaker as now both competitors are now on their backs in the middle fo the ring as they are both spent as the official starts to use the ten count on both of them
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3!!!
We see Todrick slowly roll over to her side, sweat is pouring from her face as she is trying to catch her breath while trying to get to her knees as Mac Bane pushes himself over to his side
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6!!!
Mac is trying to push his upper body off the canvas as he is on his hands and knees now while Todrick gets to her feet. She runs the ropes and comes off the ropes as she prepares herself to execute a Stomp to the back of Mac Bane’s head. But Mac moves out of the way at the final moment, the sudden movement catches Todrick off guard as she hits the canvas hard with her foot before slowly and awkwardly turns around to Mac Bane. Who comes off the ropes with a Clothesline From Hell that sends Todrick inside out and hits the canvas hard after having being spun 360 degrees into the air. Mac Bane goes for the cover as soon as he manages to turn towards her, spending a second or so before the official starts the three count
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2!!!
Thr…
Centurion: Incredible!!!!
Derek Diamond: I think that one second delay may have cost Mac Bane!!!
Mac Bane starts to scream at Todrick, lifting her up to her feet and sets her up for a big time Powerbomb and drops her hard in the middle of the ring before going for the cover
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2!!!
Thr…
And again Todrick manages to kick out, causing Mac Bane t look in shock and horror at the same time as he realizes that he could not put Todrick down once again.
Derek Diamond: I love Todrick’s will to never give up, but I am not so sure whether this was so smart of her. This could have only angered Mac Bane some more!!!
And indeed Mac Bane is frustrated, screaming to the entire arena that he is going to finish it right here and right now. He lifts her up again, we can see that Todrick can barely stand upon her feet as he sets her up for another Powerbomb as he lifts her in the air. There we suddenly see Todrick show some life as she manages to escape his grip and lands behind him, dropping Mac Bane with a Neck Breaker as she had managed to grab his head on the way down as once again both competitors are spent in the middle of the ring as the official starts to use another ten count on them.
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3!!!
Centurion: I wonder who is going to be the one that will start to move this time!!!
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6!!!
We see both competitors slowly start to turn, moving to their sides as they are trying to find some sort of balance to get back to their feet.
7!!!
Both get to their feet before the count of eight, Mac goes for a clothesline that Toddrick ducks as she runs the ropes. She then comes off the ropes with a Flying Forearm that staggers Mac Bane into the ropes as Toddrick senses victory. She runs to the turnbuckles close to Mac and executes a heel kick off the turnbuckles to the side of his head that causes Mac to drop down to a knee. Sensing that the tide is turning towards her direction causes her to run the ropes and go for a high knee to the face of Mac Bane. Only to be caught off guard by Mac, who gets up to his feet and catches Todrick before dropping her hard with a clothesline. He then goes for the cover as he places both of his feet upon the middle rope for extra leverage as the official does not see it
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: MAC BANE
Match Time: 16:23
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Mac Bane immediately rolls out of the ring, holding his arms in the air in victory as he looks over at Todrick Tabor Ramsey with a sickening smile upon his face.
Centurion: Mac just stole another win!!!!
Bane escapes out to the floor as we see Austin Ramsey blow past Bane and slide into the ring where he attempts to calm down Todrick who is completely beside herself while pleading her case to the referee which goes nowhere. Mac Bane stands at the top of the ramp as we get a tight shot of a sick smirk.
Centurion: Are we looking at the face of the next WGWF World Heavyweight Champion come the close of First Dance? How low will Mac Bane stoop if it means getting his hands on the World Heavyweight Championship?
Monday Night Brawl ends with Mac yelling into the camera.
MAC BANE: SORRY ABOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!
Brawl fades.
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Match Credits: Enigma, Goth, Chris Page
Graphics: Clyde Newton and Chris Page
Segments: Mac Bane, Cholo, The Fortunate Ones, Jenny Myst, Bobby D. Willis, Cassette Collective, Tristan Slater, Dubois, Gabe Reno, Chris Chaos, Chris Page, Jordan Reed, Ruby Darling, and I think that’s it.
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The picture switches over to a shot of the famous River Walk in San Antonio. Pedestrians are moving on either side of the river, heading to all the restaurants and stores along its wake. There are also small cruises going down the river, tourist traps that always generate big business. The drone zooms in, showing that one of the cruises only has a single passenger. We can now see Peter Vaughn as he looks up, taking in the view.
PETER VAUGHN: You know, it doesn’t matter how many times you leave, it’s always nice to return to your home state. And being out here with fellow Texans always feels so good. It’s just… better here.
Vaughn turns and looks out at all the people going by, even as the boat captain dutifully continues forward, doing his job.
PETER VAUGHN: I look out at all these people, and I think “These are my people”. These are the guys that had my back when I fought all sorts of wars in 2023. When I won the West Coast Rumble, and held the WGWF World Heavyweight Title for 253 days this past year, they were my supporters. Or so I thought.
The wrestler looks down for a second, before glancing back at the camera.
PETER VAUGHN: But they do say you’re forgotten quickly, don’t they? Because they voted Cholo the Wrestler of the Year. Cholo. My friend. Over me. And then I wonder, why was I concerned about their opinions? Why was I having the greatest year of my career in their name? When it should all be… about me.
Vaughn laughs to himself, shaking his head.
PETER VAUGHN: So I’ve decided that 2024, I’m focusing more on myself. I’m not going to be making other wrestlers famous. I’m going to be destroying them, removing them from the board. And then, maybe at the end of the year, everyone will look around and think… who else can I vote for? And the board will be clear, won’t it? And I suppose I might as well start with the guy who’s ‘courageously’ calling me out.
With that, Vaughn sits forward, staring directly into the camera.
PETER VAUGHN: So, CJ Phoenix. The Luminary of Despair. I bet that looks good on a t-shirt, doesn’t it? Silly name, but I digress. It’s funny, CJ. I was just going about my business, taking care of that rookie who shouldn’t have been in the ring with me, when we locked eyes, and you immediately took it personally. How insane is that? You’re so unsure of yourself that the mere fact of someone staring at you caused you to demand a match? You’ve got some serious anxiety issues, brother, and you should look into that.
With a smirk, Vaughn drops a hand down into the water, letting his fingers trace through the river for a few moments. He watches as the ripples expand, shooting around his fingers as they keep moving.
PETER VAUGHN: You may not realize it, CJ, but you’ve started something. Small actions can have massive consequences. You decided that, because I dared to look in your general direction, you’d call me out. You seem to think that makes you a big shot. It really makes you a fool. Because I’m always looking for an outlet to relieve some… stress. You want to put the target on yourself willingly? I’m all for it.
Vaughn leans forward, now glaring into the camera lens.
PETER VAUGHN: So you can jot this into your little stalker notebook of yours. I Accept.
With that, Vaughn gets up and heads to the front of the boat.
PETER VAUGHN: Let me off here.
BOAT CAPTAIN: But sir, we haven’t finished the…
PETER VAUGHN: NOW.
Seeing Vaughn’s face, the captain gets the boat closer to the edge of the river, where a small platform is located. Vaughn hops out easily, walking away, as the captain watches him go. We return to the arena.
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The two men connect in the middle of the ring, locking up with the classic collar-and-elbow and immediately breaking apart as Dubois shoves Urijah away. He drives a quick forearm into the face, but Cain shakes it off, firing right back with a solid European uppercut. There’s almost a moment of respect that passes between the two before Dubois slaps his own chest, as if beckoning for Cain to do his best chop. Of course, he obliges, only for Dubois to step in, hook that arm and turn that into a judo toss! He follows up with a hard knee to the back of the head and Urijah rolls out of the ring to escape more punishment. Dubois showboats, getting a shake of the head from his manager for being overly cocky before Cain slides back in. They lock up again, taking it to the ropes where Urijah gives the shove break this time. They trade waist locks a few times with Dubois working to keep body control with some reversals and stiff kicks but Urijah soaks it all up.
CENTURION: We’re off to a hell of a start here!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Are you kidding me? Where’s the blood and guts?
CENTURION: Both of these two CAN wrestle—
DERRICK DIAMOND: They can, sure. But it’s almost Christmas. Let’s add a little festive spirit!
Back in the ring, Urijah goes for a suplex but Dubois blocks and slides behind, only to eat an elbow to the face for his trouble. Dubois staggers back and Urijah nails him with a dropkick to the knee before locking in a heel hook – gorgeous double-arm DDT and the momentum seems to have shifted into Cain’s favor. Low blow sends Cain staggering back and Dubois capitalizes with a snapmare. Thinking that’s enough, Dubois spins him over for a suplex but Urijah blocks the attempt, getting a pop from the crowd for the tenacity. Dubois switches to trying for a slam but Urijah STILL blocks the attempt! Urijah tries a snapmare but Dubois blocks it! Urijah boots him to the stomach and tries again but still… no… dice. Urijah switches to a suplex. NO! He runs off the ropes but gets caught by a basement dropkick from Dubois. Urijah crumples and Dubois starts laying the boots into Cain, sending him crawling toward the corner. A running bulldog attempt ends with Dubois crashing into the ringpost as Cain gets out of the way and he rolls back into a small package!
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2!!
THR—NO!
DUBOIS KICKS OUT!
CENTURION: Urijah Cain almost punched his ticket to First Dance right there!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Not sure how much more punishment either of these two can take. Jesus. This is insane!
Dubois pulls Urijah in, looking for a DDT but it’s blocked! Urijah battles back, connecting with a spinning backfist after slipping out of Dubois’ grasp. He staggers back and Dubois clips his knee, sending him down hard. Urijah sits up quickly only to get blasted in the face with a kick – NO! HE CATCHES HOLD OF THE LEG AND RIPS DUBOIS OFF HIS FEET! ANOTHER SMALL PACKAGE! NO! REVERSAL IMMEDIATELY!
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2!!
KICKOUT!
ANOTHER HOOK AND THIS TIME CAIN’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!
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2!!
NO!
CENTURION: HOLY SHIT! That was insane!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Get up, Dubois!
Urijah stirs first, getting up only to have Dubois dive in, nailing a back elbow staggering Cain backward and allows Dubois to come out from the corner with a boot to the midsection and proceeds to land a CANADIAN DESTROYER!
CENTURION: PEACE OUT PILEDRIVER!
Dubois makes the cover.
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2!!
THRE…
DERRICK DIAMOND: JUST A TWO COUNT!
Dubois snatches Cain in close, transitioning to a headlock before Urijah reverses into one of his own. Dubois tries punching his way free but can't get a suplex to counter. Instead, he rides Urijah down into the mat where he floats into a rear naked choke, only to have Cain get an immediate rope break. Dubois takes his time breaking the hold, getting the crowd restless! Back up, they start pummeling each other yet again – both of them look like they’re about to fall over from exhaustion but neither wants to give up. Urijah capitalizes with a quick front kick before nailing Raising Cain! He drops for the cover!
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2!!
THR—NO!
CENTURION: This is sheer pandemonium!
DERRICK DIAMOND: And Dubois is bleeding! HELL YES!
Dubois rolls out to the floor, spitting blood. He recovers just in time to eat a Joshi-style missile dropkick from the apron. Urijah slams him down on the floor and stalks around for a bit before rolling back into the ring. Back in, Urijah heads up top for the missile dropkick and then follows up with a Yakuza kick in the corner. Dubois catches him for a half-hatch suplex, but Cain won't stay down. Dubois sends him into the corner, firing in some hard kicks, and mounting for some punches before Cain crumbles. Dubois heads to the top but Urijah spinwheel kicks him into a crotch spot on the turnbuckle and then starts working on his knee with a few strikes. Urijah goes for a superplex off the top and for a moment they’re struggling for position and chopping the hell out of each other but eventually Dubois wins the exchange and blocks – HOLY SHIT! High-impact corkscrew DDT from the top and it’s absolute perfection!
DERRICK DIAMOND: YOU GOT THIS, DUBOIS!
CENTURION: Get up, Urijah!
Dubois dives in for that cover.
1!!
TW— NO!
Somehow, Urijah Cain kicks out and the crowd can’t believe what they’re seeing. Neither can Dubois and he loses his shit, stomping a mudhole on Cain before hauling his dazed body back up. Dubois looks for the Peace Out Piledriver but Cain blocks it and reverses into a STIFF BRAINBUSTER! They're both down, unmoving as the crowd goes ballistic, some “THIS IS AWESOME!” chants rippling across the packed crowd. Urijah’s the first to stir and when Dubois staggers up he nails him with a superkick and then snatches him in for a Fatal Deviation – NO! DUBOIS GOT THE ARMS UNDERHOOKED FOR THAT DEADLY SNAKEBITE.
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CENTURION: WHAT AN INSANE ENDING!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND ADVANCING TO FIRST DANCE: DUBOIS
Match Time: 8:04
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Dubois has his arm raised in victory before running his hands across his chest. We get a split screen of Tristan Slater in his luxury box before going full screen on Dubois.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Elimination Chamber at First Dance is officially set. Artemis, Tristan Slater, Devlin Knight, Spencer Adams, Austin Ramsey, and Dubois. One of those six will be leaving as the new Intercontinental Champion.
CENTURION: What a loaded lineup Monday Night Brawl’s First Dance is shaping up to being, that’s for damn sure.
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The crowd is shocked and stunned at what they’ve just witnessed, before Ruby’s music even has a chance to play she comes storming down to the ring. She steps between the ropes and reaches for a microphone. Ruby paces around the ring like a caged tiger as she thinks over her words.
Ruby: I had thought about what I wanted to say but that’s gone out the window now. Now I’m going to call out two of the most cowardly men on the roster, if you can even actually call them men!
Ruby spins around and walks to the corner post closest to the ringer announcer's table and spoke.
Ruby: Shut up both of you! Calling this as if you really know what it’s like. You two know nothing, now zip it before I put you both through the table!
Ruby turns back to the main camera, her dark brown eyes blaze like the sun as she tries to compose herself.
Ruby: I just witnessed one of the most heinous acts committed. Coding Rhodes and Milk Mason! The two of you make me sick! You guys better hope that Jordan is going to be okay because if he isn’t? The two of you are going to regret it.
The crowd begins to boo and as Ruby looks around she sees Milk and Coding walking down the steps through the crowd.
Coding: Ruby, Ruby, Ruby. Milk and I are more than just enhancement talent as you have referred to us as. Milk and myself are rising stars in this company and in the industry.
Ruby: I never actually said that but in all honesty that’s what you are. Simple enhancement talent.
Milk Mason: Ruby, in case you haven’t noticed you’re out numbered right now once we get into that ring.
Ruby: And do you honestly think that frightens me Milk? I literally took my first steps in a wrestling ring. I had you so tied up in the ring during my very first match I might add that you were running in circles! Now get in here!
Ruby tossed her mic off to one side and held her hands up, ready to fight. Milk Mason and Coding Rhodes jumped over the barricade with Milk almost landing on his face and they slid into the ring ready to pounce. Ruby ducked a swing from Coding and took down Milk with a thez press and wailed away on him. Coding yanked her off of Milk and whipped her into the corner and she hit the turbuckles hard. Once Coding had Ruby curled up on her side, Milk jumped up and joined in to get his kick or two in. Suddenly two women dressed in wrestling gear came running down the ramp and they slid into the ring. It was Jenny Myst and JD Smith coming to the aid of Ruby! JD went after Coding while Jenny grabbed Milk and bitch slapped him as hard as she could across the face. She hit him so hard that he rolled right out of the ring to get away from her! Jenny then turned her attention to Coding and helped JD beat him up, she slid out of the ring momentarily and reached under the ring and grabbed a couple of kendo sticks before rolling back under the bottom rope and tossing one of the kendo sticks to JD who had Coding in a head lock but let go quick enough to catch the kendo stick. Milk Mason was already backing up the ramp when Coding Rhodes decided that he’d had enough as well and that they had made their point and that neither Jordan or Ruby would be interfering in their business anytime soon. As the camera faded to black, JD and Jenny Myst are seen helping Ruby out of the ring and up the ramp as she favors her left elbow and she is busted open above her eyebrow and her nose is bleeding profusely.
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The scene fades backstage to the WGWF Monday Brawl Interview set to find Denise Essex standing by.
DENISE ESSEX: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time is none other than “Chronic” Chris Page!
The crowd pops huge as the camera pans back revealing the owner of the WGWF standing next to Denise suited and booted.
DENISE ESSEX: Mr. Page, boy oh boy do you have a lot going on when it comes to the WGWF, and when it comes to the Fortunate Ones.
Denise holds the microphone in front of the lips of Chris Page.
CHRIS PAGE: There is always a lot going on when your name is Chris Page, and Denise you’re one thousand percent correct when you bring up The Fortunate Ones but we’re going to put a pin in the balloon of those egos in seven short days… but tonight, haha, doesn’t have a damn thing to do with the attention whores.
Denise appears confused by the statement.
DENISE ESSEX: There are rumors that you’re here tonight to issue some kind of challenge, and if it’s not against the Fortunate Ones then who is it for?
Chris directs his attention toward to the camera as he responds.
CHRIS PAGE: I thought you’d never ask.
Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: In our business, every company wants to be Number One or they think they are Number One. It’s okay to admit that, even when numbers speak differently you are all still entitled to believe whatever fantasies you wish if it helps you sleep better at night because when it comes to THIS profession, when it comes to running an organization, and when it comes to producing QUALITY programming it’s not a secrete that you’ve got your eyes locked on the benchmark.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: … but…
There is a slight pause by Page.
CHRIS PAGE: There is another company out there that has been making waves, and has been for the last year. That company is Thunder Pro Wrestling.
Chris shifts his attention toward Denise.
CHRIS PAGE: You mentioned challenge, right?
Denise draws the microphone to her lips.
DENISE ESSEX: That’s the rumor.
Chris nods while Denise places the microphone back in front of Chris’s lips. Chris turns his attention back toward the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: Alexander Marshall.
The crowd quiets down.
CHRIS PAGE: You can protect your International Champion all you like…
Chris raises his hands up into view of the camera revealing the Porter Games briefcase.
CHRIS PAGE: That only lasts so long.
Chris lowers the briefcase out of view of the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: This is about so much more now, because if you got the balls why don’t you put your money where your mouth is? You see, I happen to be an expert at beating the crap out of the masses at any kind of wrestling event on the planet. Not only do I believe in myself, but I also believe in MY company. I’m here tonight to issue Alexander Marshall AND Thunder Pro Wrestling a challenge for an interfederation Pay-Per-View Event!
The crowd explodes!
CHRIS PAGE: Bring your International Title, bring your American Title, bring your Prestige Title, and bring those Duo’s Title because I’ll be bringing all of mine. The ball is in your court, Alex.
Chris looks to walk off the set but is called back by Denise.
DENISE ESSEX: Chris, anything to say to J Mont?
Without hesitation Chris responds.
CHRIS PAGE: Who?
Chris rolls his eyes before turning his back and leaving Denise with the microphone in hand.
DENISE ESSEX: Back to you guys at ringside.
“Not just yet.”
The camera stays on the interview set as Candice Page enters the screen.
CANDICE PAGE: I’ve got a few things that I need to address because it seems we’ve got ourselves a J Mont problem that just doesn’t seem to end. I was hoping that it wouldn’t come to this but it’s clear that I can’t have a show without the other brand trying to infringe on it. I don’t care what “network” you work for because I assure you it has nothing to do with the WGWF. Effective immediately, if YOU are NOT a Monday Night Brawl contracted talent then you will be banned from the buildings.
The crowd roars loudly.
CANDICE PAGE: Take your attention whore ass to Monday Night Smash where you belong because there is no room for the weak on Monday Night Brawl… that’s probably why I didn’t draft the Fortunate Ones under any circumstance.
Some laughter is heard from the crowd.
CANDICE PAGE: Moving forward, unless I invite you… you’re not welcome. Show up and try me… I quadruple dog dare you. Now you can pitch it back to ringside.
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The bell has rang as we see Toddrick squaring off against the number one contender for the World Title in Mac Bane. A man that she has had a history with as Mac Bane had beaten her and Austin for the tag titles in their epic confrontation before attacking Austin. This has taken a spin in their relationship as their son had become a part of the story as well. Toddrick tries to stay away from Mac Bane’s larger reach as she uses her speed in her advantage. Mac Bane tries to corner Toddrick before attempting to grab hold of her as he moves forward towards her, only to have Todrick sidestep him and kicks him in the back of his knee as this forces him to drop down momentarily to a knee.
Centurion: This is what Todrick has got to do to have a shot against Mac, hit and run. She cannot match strength with him.
Todrick backs off, allowing Mac Bane to slowly rise back to his feet as giving him a signal towards the number one contender to Cholo’s belt that she isn’t some easy opponent to take down. Mac nods his head, shows a sinister smile as he circles the ring as Todrick is doing the same. Neither of the two are taking each other’s eyes off of each other as Mac Bane ultimately tries to corner Todrick once more and moves in on her like earlier. Again Todrick sidesteps and goes for the back of Mac’s knee once again, only this time Mac had it scouted as he moves backwards to meet her with a back elbow to the side to her head. This staggers Todrick as Mac charges in on her, whipping her into the turnbuckles before executing a running Avalanche into her back, causing her to be dropped to her knees by the sudden impact of the massive frame of Mac Bane.
Derek Diamond: Good Grief!! Talking about a bull charging in on you!!!
Centurion: Yeah, luckily for Toddrick this bull has left his horns back home!!
Mac Bane starts to put the boots to Todrick, ignoring the official’s warnings before the start of the five count.
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4!!!
Mac backs off, staring down the official in an attempt to intimidate him before turning his attention back to Todrick Tabor Ramsey as he grabs her by the arm and pulls her up to her feet. He then sets her up for an Irish Whip into the opposite turnbuckles, having her hit the turnbuckles with authority as he follows it up with a running clothesline from behind, only to have Todrick to jump the turnbuckles before executing a Back Elbow upon the charging Mac Bane. She connects to his jaw, causing the big man to stagger backwards as the sudden impact had taken him off guard. Todrick follows it up with a spinning heel kick to the midsection of Mac Bane before executing a scissor kick to the back of Mac Bane’s neck. This causes him to drop face first upon the canvas as Todrick rolls him over and hooks his left leg for the cover
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Tw…
Mac Bane kicks out with authority, pushing Toddrick off of him as she lands upon her feet with he realization that there is a lot more fight inside of Mac Bane as he slowly gets to his feet. Todrick doesn’t waste any time as she runs the ropes and comes off charging with a running knee to the face of Mac Bane as he has gotten to a knee. This sends him falling upon his back as Todrick runs the ropes and executes a Springboard Moonsault on top of Mac Bane as this time she hooks both legs.
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2!!
Thr..
Mac manages to get his shoulder off the canvas as Todrick gets to her feet and puts the boots to Mac Bane, causing the crowd to cheer her on as they know the backstory between the two and applaud her.
Centurion: Mac Bane is getting a taste of his own medicine!!!
Derek Diamond: Doctor Todrick tells him to take these ass kicking three times a day!!!
Todrick lets out a scream of frustration that has been building inside of her, turning her attention towards the turnbuckles as she climbs the second turnbuckle before setting herself up for a Double Axhandle upon the slowly rising Mac Bane. Mac quickly gets to her feet when she jumps off the turnbuckles, catching her by the waist before driving her spine first into the turnbuckles before driving series of massive forearms into her midsection. Showcasing his animalistic nature as he grabs her by the head and drops her with one vicious forearm shot to the temple. He then grabs her up by the waist, sets her up for a Powerbomb position and drops her spine and back first into he turnbuckles with a Buckle Bomb before lifting her up again and drives her spine firs tinto the middle of the ring with a Powerbomb before going for an arrogant cover.
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2!!!
Thr….
Todrick manages to get her shoulder off the canvas, showing the impact of the powermoves has on her as she shows a painful look upon her face. Mac shakes his head, grabbing her by the head as he starts to drive closed fists to the side of her face, ignoring the official as he then follows it up by choking Toddrick out as the official starts to use the five count against him.
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4!!!
Mac Bane lets go as he grabs Todrick by the head as he pulls her up to her feet, drags her towards the corner before setting her up for an Irish Whip. Sending her crashing into the turnbuckles as she hits her back into the turnbuckles as Mac Bane charges in on her. Todrick manages to sidestep before hitting Mac with a Pele Kick to the face, this causes him to stagger backwards before Todrick hits a Spinning Neck Breaker as now both competitors are now on their backs in the middle fo the ring as they are both spent as the official starts to use the ten count on both of them
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We see Todrick slowly roll over to her side, sweat is pouring from her face as she is trying to catch her breath while trying to get to her knees as Mac Bane pushes himself over to his side
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Mac is trying to push his upper body off the canvas as he is on his hands and knees now while Todrick gets to her feet. She runs the ropes and comes off the ropes as she prepares herself to execute a Stomp to the back of Mac Bane’s head. But Mac moves out of the way at the final moment, the sudden movement catches Todrick off guard as she hits the canvas hard with her foot before slowly and awkwardly turns around to Mac Bane. Who comes off the ropes with a Clothesline From Hell that sends Todrick inside out and hits the canvas hard after having being spun 360 degrees into the air. Mac Bane goes for the cover as soon as he manages to turn towards her, spending a second or so before the official starts the three count
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2!!!
Thr…
Centurion: Incredible!!!!
Derek Diamond: I think that one second delay may have cost Mac Bane!!!
Mac Bane starts to scream at Todrick, lifting her up to her feet and sets her up for a big time Powerbomb and drops her hard in the middle of the ring before going for the cover
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2!!!
Thr…
And again Todrick manages to kick out, causing Mac Bane t look in shock and horror at the same time as he realizes that he could not put Todrick down once again.
Derek Diamond: I love Todrick’s will to never give up, but I am not so sure whether this was so smart of her. This could have only angered Mac Bane some more!!!
And indeed Mac Bane is frustrated, screaming to the entire arena that he is going to finish it right here and right now. He lifts her up again, we can see that Todrick can barely stand upon her feet as he sets her up for another Powerbomb as he lifts her in the air. There we suddenly see Todrick show some life as she manages to escape his grip and lands behind him, dropping Mac Bane with a Neck Breaker as she had managed to grab his head on the way down as once again both competitors are spent in the middle of the ring as the official starts to use another ten count on them.
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3!!!
Centurion: I wonder who is going to be the one that will start to move this time!!!
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6!!!
We see both competitors slowly start to turn, moving to their sides as they are trying to find some sort of balance to get back to their feet.
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Both get to their feet before the count of eight, Mac goes for a clothesline that Toddrick ducks as she runs the ropes. She then comes off the ropes with a Flying Forearm that staggers Mac Bane into the ropes as Toddrick senses victory. She runs to the turnbuckles close to Mac and executes a heel kick off the turnbuckles to the side of his head that causes Mac to drop down to a knee. Sensing that the tide is turning towards her direction causes her to run the ropes and go for a high knee to the face of Mac Bane. Only to be caught off guard by Mac, who gets up to his feet and catches Todrick before dropping her hard with a clothesline. He then goes for the cover as he places both of his feet upon the middle rope for extra leverage as the official does not see it
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: MAC BANE
Match Time: 16:23
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Mac Bane immediately rolls out of the ring, holding his arms in the air in victory as he looks over at Todrick Tabor Ramsey with a sickening smile upon his face.
Centurion: Mac just stole another win!!!!
Bane escapes out to the floor as we see Austin Ramsey blow past Bane and slide into the ring where he attempts to calm down Todrick who is completely beside herself while pleading her case to the referee which goes nowhere. Mac Bane stands at the top of the ramp as we get a tight shot of a sick smirk.
Centurion: Are we looking at the face of the next WGWF World Heavyweight Champion come the close of First Dance? How low will Mac Bane stoop if it means getting his hands on the World Heavyweight Championship?
Monday Night Brawl ends with Mac yelling into the camera.
MAC BANE: SORRY ABOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!
Brawl fades.
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Match Credits: Enigma, Goth, Chris Page
Graphics: Clyde Newton and Chris Page
Segments: Mac Bane, Cholo, The Fortunate Ones, Jenny Myst, Bobby D. Willis, Cassette Collective, Tristan Slater, Dubois, Gabe Reno, Chris Chaos, Chris Page, Jordan Reed, Ruby Darling, and I think that’s it.