Post by Jonathan Barrows on Feb 26, 2024 18:26:36 GMT -5
As the black screen takes over, the anticipation builds. The picture slowly comes into view, showing an isolated wrestling ring, seen as if on a rotating scale. It turns in front of us, with flashes of light beginning to erupt all around it. The music begins to come in, mixing with the visual effects.
We start to hear celebrity voices speaking, as the flashes begin to show wrestling maneuvers taking place..
”When I see these guys write all this macho stuff I want to smash their heads.” - John Turturro
In one flash to the side, we see Jestyr Seryous, aka Johnny Stylez, taking down a wrestler with the Bedtime Story. He smiles, before fading away, as we shift to the side, where Lexi Gold lands the Ego Buster, rolling into the pin before disappearing again. Flying through the air, we see Samuel Chatman deliver the Wolf’s Howl, crushing his opponent into the canvas.
”I've always wanted to smash a guitar over someone's head. You just can't do that with a piano.” - Elton John
The flashes are coming quicker and quicker now. Corey Bull angrily tosses his foe with the Downward Spiral. .Gideon King puts a man to sleep with Checkmate. Synn plants an adversary with Bram Stoker, knocking them unconscious. Edward Grado dances through the light, before getting clocked from behind by Seth Stevens, who angrily continues the assault.
”When you see me smash somebody's skull, you enjoy it.” - Mike Tyson
On one side of the ring, we see The Fortunate Ones, with J-Mont standing proudly in the center. Clyde Newton raises the X-Division Championship over his head, while Amber Mansley grins ferociously at the competition. Sonya Benson and Shaun Hart exchange a smirk. On the other side, we see Johnathan “The Beast” Cable, Damage, and Ragnarok all standing separately, yet all are glaring over at The Fortunate Ones, ready to tear them apart.
”It’s time to unleash the destruction. Once again, welcome to Monday Night Smash.” - Jonathan Barrows
The last show shows Enigma appearing in the middle of the ring, sending a violent crack of light slashing in all directions as he wears the Smash Heavyweight Championship proudly. He is ready for all challengers to come his way, as wrestlers begin to climb the ropes on all sides. The war is joined, as the screen suddenly erupts in flames. When it finally dies down, we see the cheering sold-out crowd in the CFG Bank Arena in Baltimore, Maryland. Signs range from “It’s Unfortunate TFO Is Here!” to “I’m Ready For Ragnarok!”, as the camera moves along the ringside fans. We finally get around to the announce table, where our normal broadcasters are waiting.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hello, everyone at home! Welcome to an incredible night of professional wrestling! Welcome to Monday Night Smash!
CJJ: It’s good to be back, Patrick!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Back? Where did you go?
CJJ: No, I mean… we’re back on Smash.
PATRICK MATHEWS: But we didn’t go anywhere. It’s been the standard two weeks.
CJJ: Has it really? With all the shows and chaos coming out of them, I’d swear it had been a couple of months.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Nope, not at all! And tonight, we’re looking at one of the biggest Smash shows of the year so far, as both the Smash Heavyweight Title and the X-Division Title are on the line here tonight!
CJJ: Wooo, The Fortunate Ones are defending their belts!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Er… remember, CJJ, Enigma has left The Fortunate Ones…
CJJ: He’s going to come to his senses, Patrick. I just know it in my giblets.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I… well, okay then. We’ve also got a Smash Heavyweight Title #1 Contenders match lined up, as well as a Grudge match between Edward Grado and Seth Stevens!
CJJ: Grado should really let this one go. He’s completely outclassed by Stevens, and everyone knows it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t think many feel that way at all, CJJ.
CJJ: Then they’re all wrong.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Regardless, tonight is going to be an amazing night, and we’ve got so much to get to, let’s stop talking and get there!
CJJ: Personally, I think ratings would spike if we kept talking, but since I don’t want to get sore vocal chords, I’ll concur. Let’s get going!
When we cut to the parking lot we see the sight of three gargantuan monster trucks pulling up, their engines so loud people are covering their ears, even Denise Essex who has gotten the scoop already and is here to narrate us has to cover her ears up too.
DENISE ESSEX: *having to yell* HOLY CRAP FOLKS! IT LOOKS LIKE THE FORTUNATE ONES ARE ARRIVING IN STYLE AGAIN! HOPEFULLY THEY WILL LET ME GET A QUICK WORD WITH THEM.
The trucks come to a stop but remain idling, however the noise isn’t as loud anymore. Upon closer look we see a giant flag standing proudly upright in the back of Mont’s monster truck.
In contrast to the behemoth vehicles, an Uber Plus pulls up and out jumps Shaun Hart, Norris, and Smith. The trio are carrying various items and begin unpacking them. They barely have a chance to get settled when Denise is upon them looking for the scoop.
DENISE ESSEX: What is the meaning of these trucks? They can barely fit in here. And what’s all this other stuff?
SHAUN HART: I’m glad you asked those questions, so let’s get this over quickly. My friends and I are gonna play a game.
He gestures and Norris pulls out a hilariously small RC toy truck featuring Page.
SHAUN HART: Newton, J Mont, and Amber are gonna chase this little booger here *points to the Page tiny wiener truck* and whoever deals the deceive crushing of it wins the game. It’s gonna be fun fun fun!
Shaun motions and Smith takes the toy truck into the middle of the parking lot and sits it down. From here, Norris steps in and gives the countdown.
NORRIS: On your mark! Get set! GO!
There’s not near enough room to accommodate the three massive trucks but they gun the gas anyway and begin CRUSHING cars left, right, and center… just demolishing vehicles like they’re nothing.
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Mont runs over one very special vehicle - John Cable’s 1997 Ford Windstar!
The little weiner Page-mobile darts in between rows of vehicles, under them, goes around them. Amber almost cuts it off but the damned thing is small and agile, getting around just in the nick of time.
PATRICK MATHEWS: The property damage is going to go through the roof on this one!!
CJJ: But what a way to start the show!!
CJJ: I got word that something AMAZING is about to go down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I have a feeling this is where you kiss the ass of someone and the best time for me to take a #2 break.
CJJ: Haters gonna hate Patrick. If you could afford cable, you would have seen what happened to your man crush Page inside that Hell in a Cell.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well……………….
CJJ: Just what I thought. You have nothing to say. Just sit back and SOAK IT ALL IN!
After the Pyros and Firework show comes to an end, the smoke begins to clear up. The Spotlight hits the center of the entrance way. The Titantron Lights Up. The fans are on their feet and all zoned in on the Titantron.
LIGHTS!
CAMERA!
ACTION!
The Titantron shows a Flashback from Monday Night Brawl. A moment in the wrestling industry that will never be forgotten. A moment that will go down as one of the greatest endings of all time. So many people won a lot of money that night. Monday Night Brawl finally kept up in the ratings with Smash thanks to The Hell in the Cell Match. The Flashback airs!
J Mont steps up to the middle rope before being pulled to the top rope! Page has the sleeper locked in on the top rope when Mont manages a massive JKO off the top rope driving Page face-first into the barbed wire wrapped chair in the ring! Mont and Page lay on the mat to a thunderous “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chant directed toward both men who have laid it all on the line!
CENTURION: What a battle! What a war!
The referee is powerless to do anything as both Mont and Page lay motionless. The referee is in shock. Finally J Mont starts to stir first and rolls Page over where he drapes the arm over the chest of Page! The referee drops down into position.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JOE MONTUORI
Match Time: 49:21
The Titantron goes to a blank screen as the flashback comes to an end. The fans are BOOING because they know that it's only a matter of time before J Mont comes out. Colorful lasers are shooting all over the arena with the Spotlight still setting on the entranceway.
CJJ: We have finally rid ourselves of Page. The Fortunate Ones are stronger than ever right now.
PATRICK MATHEWS: They lost Enigma. They are weaker than ever.
CJJ: It’s only a matter of time before J Mont goes after Enigma because I believe he is next in line for a Smash World Title shot. He has beaten Page TWICE in a row NOW!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Of course you would think that.
Then the song “YOUR THE BEST AROUND” By Joe Esposito Hits! From the back, comes out, the one and only, J Mont. But he is not alone. J Mont is waving a TPW Flag at the top of the entrance way.
Talk about total disrespect to the WGWF. To the Owners. To the management team. To the talent in the back. The fans are letting J Mont know how they feel, but once again, this is what the man loves and thrives off of. The Pyros from behind are coming to an end, but the song continues to play. J Mont, dressed down today to most, but if you know anything about style, J Mont is wearing million dollar jeans. The Secret Circus Jeans are diamond encrusted which match the rolex he is wearing. The bling bling is on full throttle tonight. And to top it off, he is wearing a TPW Tee Shirt as well.
The fans are holding signs over the railings to get J Mont’s attention. The kids are yelling PG comments at J Mont. Some of the parents are telling him he sucks. Some of the wives are trying to get his number.
CJJ: These fans better be careful. J Mont is a man who could snap at any time as we seen and make an example out of one of them.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Someone needs to step up and take Mont out. And some of these parents need to Sue Mont til he is dead broke.
J Mont is halfway down the ramp because if you know J Mont, he takes his sweet ass time to get to the ring. There is no going over the speed limit with Mont. He loves the hate. He loves the attention. He loves doing it on his time. As J Mont observes the fans, he sees a little girl holding a Lexi Gold Doll over the railing. J Mont smirks into the camera and walks towards the little girl. J Mont drops the TPW Flag and Without hesitation, J Mont grabs the doll, and rips the head off the body.
J Mont then throws the head about 40 rows up and hands the headless Lexi Gold Doll back to the little girl who starts to cry like Candice Page did when she saw her hubby take that JKO that might have ended his career. The father is being held back by security but J Mont is telling them to let him through. And just a couple steps later, J Mont notices another young kid holding a John Cable action figure. J Mont shakes his head and now approaches the young fan. Snatching the John Cable action figure, J Mont throws it as hard as he could onto the floor as the action figure breaks into about 5 pieces. J Mont picks up the head of John Cable and hands it back to the young fan who looks on in shock and horror. J Mont is laughing like the devil right now.
CJJ: They need to do a better job of making these action figures. They are both cheap, but we all know that Lexi is a cheap date and that Cable can't afford anything worth a damn.
PATRICK MATHEWS: They both have plenty of money, and J Mont just ruined the night for 2 young fans. I am surprised the WGWF still has fans because of J Mont.
J Mont picks the TPW Flag back up from the ground and begins to wave it some more. Step by step, J Mont gets closer to the metal steps as he finally makes his way up. J Mont turns around and holds his arm in the air to signify he is the best. Now, entering the ring through the middle rope, J Mont climbs the first turnbuckle he sees and as he gets up to the top, he poses for all the fans who in turn, let out one of the loudest BOO chants in recent memory. J Mont waves the TPW flag some more for the fans. Finally, J Mont hops down off the turnbuckle and reaches through the ropes where he is handed a mic.
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
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The fans won't let J Mont get a word in right now, but that's ok because J Mont is digesting all the hate. This is filling his tank and it's only a matter of time before the fans get tired of Booing and bored of saying it.
4 MINUTES LATER
The BOOS have finally died down. The TPW flag is placed onto the mat and J Mont raises the mic to his mouth.
J MONT: 198 Locktown Flemington Road in Jersey is where my bestie is tonight and will not be with us. She is busy getting things ready at her new Church and Graveyard for all the bodies and souls that The Fortunate Ones will be burying there. Sonya already has her first 2 bodies to bury in Chris and Candice Page. Sonya is very ecstatic about this too and I cannot wait til she can shovel the dirt on those 2 pieces of shit. We even had a custom TOMB made for the Page’s as well.
J MONT: When you put myself and Sonya together, you are talking about 2 of the greatest minds in the industry today. Everyone is trying to keep up with the Joneses in the real world. But in the wrestling world, everyone is trying to keep up with The Fortunate Ones. Everyone wants to be a HEEL right now, but until someone can do and top what myself and Sonya do for this industry, you will all be stuck with us for a very long time. You have the WGWF HEEL of the Year in Sonya. You have the TPW HEEL of the Year in Myself. That is a recipe that no one will ever be able to duplicate.
CJJ: J Mont for President in 2024!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s the end of the world as we know it!
J MONT: And speaking of TPW, I find it funny that the WGWF was scared to have me on the team because I am a so-called loose cannon that no one really likes. Shit, even Marshall over in TPW hates me but he knew having me on team TPW was the best move for business. And guess what? TPW Won because of me. I lit the fire under my team. They think I walked out on them, but all I did was get them more motivated and fueled to win. OK, maybe I took out JUNKO, but that stupid little Japanese girl had it coming. She said something to me in Japanese and I handled business. But, that is not the point right now. I gave the WGWF THE MATCH. I gave them THE WIN and they choked worse than the 49ers in the Super Bowl. They had a 5 on 3 advantage and they still lost. Great Job Candice, Chris and Barrows on picking a team. You had a better chance of throwing Coding Rhodes, Milk Mason, John Gable, John Blade and Flash Rotten as a team vs TPW then the worthless pieces of shit you picked. Sorry Clyde, that wasn't towards you. The other 4 are the reasons WGWF Lost. How do you lose a 5 on 3 match? How do you let a little egg roll get the pin on you? How do you lose when the best man in the whole match walks away? WGWF is pathetic and without The Fortunate Ones, you might as well shut the doors like Blockbuster.
CJJ: I bet you still use VHS tapes since you cannot afford Amazon Prime.
PATRICK MATHEWS: They need to shut the door on you and open it up for someone else.
J MONT: Tonight is a night for celebrations. Clyde Newton is the X Division Champion. Amber Mansley has a surprise for everyone that is going to get her back on track. Sonya Benson stuck it to Chris and Candice Page. Team TPW Won. I beat Page not once, but TWICE in a row. And to put all the doubters to sleep, I won the HELL IN A CELL with no help or interference. There is nothing Page can say now. He lost AGAIN! This is my show now. I am the KING of WGWF even though TPW won.
J Mont is waving the TPW flag again as the fans don't seem pleased with this at all. J Mont drops the flag again and gets back to business.
J MONT: But while The Fortunate Ones are on top of the world and things are going great, this is where the haters come out and run their mouths. Trying to hop onto our cotails because they can't do it themselves. We have 5 million followers on social media while they have 35. Point is, everyone wants to know what The Fortunate Ones are doing and what is next. No one gives 2 shits about what anyone else is doing. If there is a match involving The Fortunate Ones, you can bet your ass that everyone is invested in it. I mean, just look at Monday Night Brawl again. The advertisements PAID FOR by The Fortunate Ones is the reason that everyone on that roster is getting their monthly salary check. If we didn't do that, I am sure the checks would have bounced and chaos would have occurred. The Hell in the Cell Match was the highest rated segment in the whole show. You are welcome Candice.
J Mont turns his neck to the left, then to the right. He fixes his TPW tee shirt.
J MONT: So, since TPW won, they deserve a shout out. Thunder in Paradise 3, coming to you in Hawaii is where in the Main Event, you will see J Mont take on Junko, in the Trilogy match. No ropes. Electric Barbed Wire Match. The end of this feud, once and for all. The World Title is not the Main Event. The SEX CUP finals is not the Main Event. J MONT IS THE MAIN EVENT! Maybe you idiots will realize that I am best for business as is The Fortunate Ones. And it looks as if Wrestle Wars lost it’s Main Event for Night 2 since Candice Page jumped the gun and thought she could get one over on me since Dubois relinquished the Intercontinental Title before the show started on Monday. Booking me and Page in our Hell in a Cell to save the show Monday Night. The plan backfired and it showed just how bad Monday Night Brawl Needs some Mont in their life.
The fans do not agree with that comment by Mont.
J MONT: I guess this is as good as time to fill you all in on the big news involving myself and the WGWF.
APRIL 19th 2024
J MONT: This date is very important because that is when my contract with WGWF expires at midnight which means i will not be on Wrestle Wars, so that means one of the biggest PPV’s of the year is going to go to shit. Now, I had a match booked with Chris Page, even with no contract on hand, but that was personal and I was willing to take that risk to prove my point. There is no one else on this roster worth doing that for. Maybe if Enigma wants to stand face to face with me and put that Smash World Title on the line, I might consider an additional 2 days on my contract, but other than that, everyone else is a big TURD. I feel bad for Barrows because he is going to have to deal with AGENT BENSON if he wants to resign me. He knows he needs me and he knows what he has to do to get me to sign on the dotted line and stay on Smash. I know all you fans are going to miss me!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
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J MONT: See, you are already missing me. But, enjoy the next month and half because I know I am. I am going to do what I want, when I want. The Fortunate Ones are going to take over both shows and there is no one that can stop us. Not even Monday Night Brawl, the B Show. Not even the faction they put together to stop us. They are the C Faction. The Fortunate Ones are the A PLUS faction and Smash is the A show because of that. If you don't agree with that, you can just kiss my ass because I don't care. I know who has run their mouth about me and they don't warrant their names being mentioned here tonight. But one thing that all these assholes have in common is that they can all get a big
FUCK YOU!!!!!
J MONT: I'm not scared, let alone want to waste my time with a bitch who hides behind a mask. I don't need to waste my time with a guy who doesn't even know who he really is. I don't have time for a girl with blonde hair who is as dumb as Kelly Bundy. I don't care about a guy who is on the Rag. And I know there is plenty more. You all need to get off my dick because this is all MIA’S! If you have a problem with this, tough shit. It’s always my way and that will not change. And, one more time, why would I want to waste my time with people who couldn't even win a 5 on 3 match? I am onto bigger and better things with my career as my time in the WGWF winds down before my contract expires. No matter the bull shit you spew out of your mouths, that will not invoke me to give you the spotlight and attention you are craving. J Mont and The Fortunate Ones dictate when someone gets our attention and a chance for fame. For now, you all can FUCK OFF and kiss my ass. I am on top of the world, and I am going to enjoy the Main Event and watch Clyde regain his X division championship!
J Mont drops his mic and picks the TPW flag back up. Waving it to the left and right. Back and Forth. THe WGWF fans are throwing anything they can into the ring. J Mont is dodging multiple items coming his way. The ring looks like a dumpster that was pushed over.
CJJ: These fans have no respect for the best in the business.
PATRICK MATHEWS: He is promoting and throwing TPW into the face of everyone affiliated with WGWF. THat is a big no no in the industry.
CJJ: J Mont made a statement tonight, if you paid attention.
PATRICK MATHEWS: He better worry about all the people he doesn't seem to care about right now that want his head on a stick.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Our first contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 10-minute time limit. Introducing first, standing 6’3” and weighing 260 lbs, from Boston, Massachusetts, here is “THE SURGEON OF THUGANOMICS” JOHN BLADE!!
The Time is now hit's to play as he walks out on stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans. He salutes and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his Chain to the ref to begin to fight.
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent, making his WGWF debut… standing 6’3” and weighing 230 lbs, from Kanazawa, Japan, here is “THE COLD-HEARTED ANGEL” KENJI MIYAMOTO!!
Black Tide’s “Warriors of Time” hits the sound system with the beginning “woooo-ooooo-ooooh” being sung by the crowd as the screens at the top of the ramp light up with scenes of anime that slowly transition to footage of our man in action in the ring and back again. Reginald Blake steps out from the backstage area, smiles and gestures behind him as “The Cold-Hearted Angel” Kenji Miyamoto steps out from behind the curtain dressed in a pair of jeans, t-shirt and a pair of sneakers, giving a small head nod bow to the left side of the arena, then the right.
The crowd erupt into cheers as Kenji holds a hand up in acknowledgment making his way down the aisle, following behind Blake who's speaking positive affirmations into the camera that's tracking them to the ring. Kenji climbs the steel steps and looks up at the crowd, hopping onto a turnbuckle from the outside whilst pyros begin to explode, the response from the crowd growing exponentially. He jumps back down, wiping his feet on the apron and springboarding himself into the ring as the music slowly fades out with Blake walking around the outside of the ring and Kenji taking himself to a corner, to await the bell.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We are kicking things off with Blade vs Miyamoto.
CJJ: Why do I feel like Blade and Grado would make for a great team?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Because you’re an idiot.
The bell sounds as Blade and Kenji circle each other. Blade looks for the lock-up but it’s Kenji who ducks out of the way. Blade spins around and is met with a series of palm strikes followed by a spinning back fist that sends Blade back into the ropes. Kenji comes forward and shoots Blade across the ring with an Irish Whip, Blade bounces off the ropes where he ducks under a swinging lariat by Miyamoto! Blade bounces off the near side and catches Kenji with a running shoulder block that sends him to the mat! Both men get back to their feet and Blade lands a spinning belly-to-back suplex driving Kenji into the mat! Blade pops back up to his feet throwing his right hand up in the air! Blade bounces off the ropes looking for a five-knuckle shuffle but Miyamoto rolls out of the way sending Blade driving his fist into the mat.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Kenji avoids one of the five moves of doom!
Kenji gets back to his feet followed by Blade. Kenji drives a boot to the midsection and takes Blade back into the ropes where he fires him across the ring, Blade bounces off the ropes and into a running sling blade by Kenji. It’s Kenji who makes the cover.
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THRE…
Blade escapes with a kick out.
CJJ: Just a two for Miyamoto.
Kenji gets back to his feet where he picks Blade up off the mat and scoops up Blade before driving him down into the mat with a Mitchinoku Driver! Miyamoto rolls out to the ring apron and gets to his feet where he scales the turnbuckles and heads to the top rope.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Miyamoto is going to fly!
Kenji sizes up Blade and leaps off the top rope with a Leg Drop that Blade avoids as he rolls out of the way sending Miyamoto crashing and burning! Blade scurries to his feet where he stomps away at Miyamoto before picking him up off the mat. Blade unloads with a series of right hands before planting a boot to the midsection and dropping Miyamoto with a DDT!
Blade rolls Kenji over making the cover and hooking the near leg.
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THRE…
Miyamoto pops a shoulder off the mat.
CJJ: Kenji losing to Blade is like J Mont losing to Grado, it’s something that will never be forgotten.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I thought you were a J Mont supporter?
CJJ: I am, but even I can admit that was funny.
John Blade gets to his feet where he picks up Kenji from the mat and levels him with a stiff forearm smash which sends Miyamoto back into the ropes only to see Kenji explode off the ropes with a pump kick to the chest of Blade! Blade is sent sailing backward into the ropes. John bounces off the ropes and into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker by Miyamoto!
Kenji presses the cover.
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THRE…
Blade kicks out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Another kick out by Blade. Dude is surprising me.
CJJ: He’s not only surprising you, but he’s also surprising all the ECWF… um… I mean WGWF fans as well.
Kenji gets back to a vertical base where he picks Blade up off the mat and shoot him into a neutral corner! Kenji charges in after Blade who throws a reverse elbow to the jaw of Miyamoto that staggers him backward and out toward the center of the ring. Blade comes out from the corner and takes Kenji up into the air with a Fireman’s Carry where he looks to plant him with the Attitude Adjustment!
Kenji floats over landing on his feet!
Blade charges with a lariat, Kenji ducks which sends Blade bouncing off he ropes and into a Superkick to the right knee taking it out from under Blade dropping John to his left knee. Kenji bounces off the ropes smashing Blade under the jaw with a V-Trigger!
Miyamoto makes the cover hooking the near leg.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: KENJI MIYAMOTO
Match Time: 5:12
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PATRICK MATHEWS: A great debut for Kenji Miyamoto, and we might have another star on our hands!
CJJ: Hey, the WGWF only signs stars! Mostly…
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think we can expect big things from Kenji in the coming months.
Miyamoto gets his hand raised by the referee, looking over at Blade, as we cut away.
SYNN is sitting in the locker room, rocking back and forth, the match with Stylez looming. Her locker room is quiet, and lit only by a candle in the corner of the room.......that burns with a red flame.
Her black eyes stared a hole into the camera as she licked her lips, muttering something to herself.
Then, she jumps as a cell phone rings from somewhere. The one thing about being human she hated most...communicating.
She pulls the phone out of her gym bag, and looks at it. The screen illuminates her painted face.
Synn presses the answer button, but doesn't say anything. The voice on the other line speaks.
“I’ve been waiting for you. I respect your energy and ability. You’re new to our family and I’d love to show you just how tough things really are around here."
Synn's lip curls into a snarl. That snarl curls into a grin.
"Don't hunt what you can't kill."
She hangs up the phone, and throws it across the room. Her breathing increases.......she begins to shake. Into her arm, with her fingernail on her right hand, she carves RAGNAROK into her left forearm. It starts to bleed.
A cackle fills the scene as blood drops on the floor and the camera fades.
The Titantron lights up and you can hear a voice!
Voice: This following advertisement has been brought to you and paid for by THE FORTUNATE ONES!
The Titantron is showing a small individual in a mask, standing outside the ring, holding the ropes.
Voice: The newest member of Monday Night Brawl because they are the B SHOW of the WGWF is………..JOHN GABLE from OIL CITY, PA!!!!
CJJ: HAHA! J Mont is a mastermind!
PATRICK MATHEWS: All he is doing is starting more fires, when he already has a bunch he needs to put out.
The interior of the CFG Bank Arena has been sold out for the Monday edition of the Smash episode in WGWF. Baltimore, Maryland, has been a population that supports professional wrestling for a long time. WGWF has always been the home for that type of entertainment. With the audience's help, the entire arena has been sold out for this night, with the primary camera panning around to show the different demographics of their supporters. To speak more about the upcoming segment, the camera transitions the broadcast to the commentary team, Patrick Mathew and CJJ.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Welcome back to Monday Night Smash. I've been told that we have a scheduled segment with a Fortunate One member, "The Influence" Amber Mansley. Last week, she lost against Synn, but after her talk with Joe Montouri, she marched into our general manager's office and demanded to speak with him at once. Many are interested to see why she's so fired up suddenly, but there have been rumors that she has her sights set on a certain champion.
CJJ: In case you haven't noticed, Patrick, Amber Mansley is the reason for this very moment on Smash. She is the star of this episode and The Fortunate Ones are her family. They only want her to push herself into some very uncomfortable environments. Joe Montouri is a man who understands how this business works and he's taken her under his wing which is a blessing not many young rookies get.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, like I said, Amber Mansley requested- no. She doesn't have this time to speak her mind, so let's hear what she has to say.
"Break It Down" by Lil' Debbie plays from the venue's interior surround systems, and the audience of Baltimore immediately begins to boo by the sound of the music playing. Amber Mansley walks out from the backstage area to center stage inside the CFG Bank Arena standing on the stage with a microphone in her hand. She looks around to the rest of the losers chanting their usual insults to her but she looks completely confident in the sea of hatred. Of course, she's sporting a one piece body suit of glowing pink color with sparkling glitter to give it that shining effect once the spotlight singles her presence out as the rest of her environment becomes pitch black from the lights fading to black.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing at this time, representing The Fortunate Ones, "The Influence" Amber Mansley!
Amber walks down to the ring strutting her hips and standing tall on her Jimmy Choo high heels. She poses for the audience before walking over to the steel steps then walking along the ropes to wipe her feet. She moves through the ropes to enter inside the ring and receives a microphone from a ringside crew member. Once her music fades away, the audience continues to boo Amber Mansley but she paces back and forth clearly something on her mind is bothering her.
AMBER MANSLEY: You know I've had a long time to think. Two weeks to be exact of exactly what I wanted to do in WGWF. Joe was right. Where is the fire that I had? I've been too comfortable and I've allowed for people who should have never been on my level get one over me.
She shakes her head and closes her eyes when the audience continues to boo her.
AMBER MANSLEY: I don't need any of your comments right now. You think I got this far by listening to idiots like you?
Her rage infuriates the audience even more.
AMBER MANSLEY: No, I'm The Influence. Everything I do creates history and changes the landscape of this business. I'm the trendsetter here and speaking of setting trends, it's time I do something no one has ever thought of before. The Fortunate Ones has always been known to be involved in charitable work. Although we are at the pinnacle of this industry, we still do our good deeds and give back to the community.
CJJ: What a role model.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh bother...
AMBER MANSLEY: So tonight from Baltimore, I am giving the chance to a local talent who has been e-mailing my marketing team nonstop. Now now, I understand that I am the hottest star in this business but my staff deserve a little modicum of respect, no? Either way, Baltimore, give it up for your very own Kayla Nookson!
The audience applauds the young 20-year old rookie who stands in a corner waving her hands in appreciation of the audience supporting her. Amber claps and smiles happy to give another girl a shot until she drops the microphone and takes off in a charge before leaping high in the air to give her signature Running Bicycle Kick that plows her down to the canvas. Amber stands over her and kicks off her heels, removes her earrings and drops down to her right knee to start a series of punches down on her skull.
CJJ: That's right Amber! How dare she harass you and your staff! Teach her a lesson in respect!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What lesson is this? Amber is beating on a defenseless woman all for what?!
Amber rolls out of the ring and walks over to the ringkeeper's section. She shoves Memphis off of her chair and picks up the steel chair before holding it in her grasp. She walks over to the ring and referees run down from backstage to ringside attempting to stop Mansley from getting into the ring but they fail. Amber slides into the ring and holds the chair in her hands before swinging it over to clobber it on the head of Kayla who falls to the mat on her face unconscious and busted open from the chair. Amber drops the dented chair and medical rush into the ring to immediately check on the young girl's condition.
CJJ: Boom Shacka Lacka! Right on the money maker!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh my God! Amber Mansley nearly bent that steel chair over that gir's head in half. My God, we're going to get sued for sure now...
While the personnel are busy tending to the girl's medical condition, Amber picks up the microphone and holds the steel chair in her other hand.
AMBER MANSLEY: Oh and I almost forgot, consider this my official entry for the Blood Bath Championship.
Amber drops down the chair and "Break It Down" by Lil' Debbie replays from the venue's surround systems. The audience continues to boo Amber the moment she poses for the camera and she looks across the ring to medical helping the poor woman still bleeding from the chair shot.
CJJ: Yes! That's how you declare yourself for the WGWF Blood Bath Championship! This is exactly what Joe Montouri has been saying. Amber has that killer instinct in here and being bloodhound is exactly what she needs to be.
PATRICK MATHEWS: The Fortunate Ones once again showing why they are the most disgraceful stable in WGWF history. Absolutely no shame and no class whatsoever. I hope our general manager disciplines Amber Mansley because it was too far she went tonight.
SMASH comes back with Johnny Stylez already in the ring.
"Yen" by Splipknot hits. The arena goes dark and a mist begins to engulf the landscape.
"You're the sin that I've been waitin' for
The hands around my throat
It's all I can think about
The smell of sweat and blood"
CJJ: Here she comes!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This woman gives me the creeps.
CJJ: I think that's what she's shooting for.
SYNN walks out onto the ramp, a deadpan expression as she stares at the ring, tilting her head side to side. She slowly walks to the ring like impending death, before sliding into the ring under the ropes and slithering to the middle.
This is the first time we see a smile, a twisted and demonic one. The demon pops up and goes to the corner and waits for her opponent or licks her lips at her opponent if they are already in the ring.
CJJ: The former OCW World Champion has her work cut out for her here. Stylez is no joke.
PATRICK MATHEWS: They are both lunatics, and this one will not be for the faint of heart!
As the bell tolled, the wrestlers circled each other, eyes locked in a deadly dance of anticipation. Johnny Stylez struck first, lunging forward with lightning speed, aiming a vicious clothesline at SYNN's head. But she was ready, ducking beneath the blow and countering with a devastating kick to Stylez's gut. He staggered backward, clutching his midsection in pain, but quickly regained his composure, launching himself back into the fray with renewed ferocity.
The match descended into a brutal back-and-forth, each competitor trading blows with bone-crushing force. SYNN unleashed a flurry of strikes, her fists a blur of motion as she battered Stylez from pillar to post. But he refused to stay down, fighting back with all the tenacity of a cornered animal. The crowd was on their feet, caught in the grip of the savage spectacle unfolding before them. An uppercut from Stylez bloodies her lip.
CJJ: She's bleeding, Pat!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The demon queen has been busted open here, as Stylez draws first blood!
Stylez gained the upper hand, seizing SYNN by the hair and hurling her across the ring with a savage toss. She crashed to the mat with a sickening thud, but before Stylez could capitalize on his advantage, she was back on her feet, a wild grin on her blood-smeared face. With a primal roar, she charged forward, meeting Stylez head-on in a collision of flesh and fury.
The two wrestlers grappled fiercely, each struggling to gain the upper hand. Stylez unleashed a barrage of strikes, his fists raining down on SYNN like a hailstorm of pain. But she refused to yield, fighting back with every ounce of strength she possessed. Stylez charges, and Synn hits a drop toe hold, driving his face into the matt. She immediately picks him up and hits a suplex. The ring trembled beneath their combined weight, the canvas slick with sweat and blood as the battle raged on.
CJJ: These two are trying to kill each other in that ring! I've never seen two competitors go at it like this in their FIRST match against each other!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Synn is bleeding from the mouth pretty steadily here! That uppercut may have done more damage than initially thought!
SYNN seized her moment, driving Stylez to the mat with a thunderous spinebuster that echoed through the arena like a clap of thunder. She wasted no time, mounting him with savage ferocity, raining down blows upon his defenseless form with merciless abandon. The crowd roared their approval, swept up in the frenzy of violence unfolding before them.
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2!
Kickout by Stylez!
Stylez refused to go down without a fight, summoning reserves of strength he didn't know he possessed. With a desperate surge of energy, he threw SYNN off of him, sending her sprawling across the ring with bone-jarring force. He rose to his feet and stared at her bloodied and bruised face. A feral glint in his eyes as he advanced on his fallen opponent.
SYNN met his gaze with a defiant snarl, rising to her feet with grim determination. The two wrestlers stared each other down, the tension between them palpable as they prepared for the final showdown. With a primal scream, they launched themselves at each other, locked in a deadly embrace that would determine the outcome of the match.
In a breathtaking display of skill and strength, SYNN executed an arm drag, trapping Stylez in a vicious cloverleaf submission hold. With a knee driven into his back, she wrenched him mercilessly, his screams of agony echoing through the arena. But Stylez refused to submit, his will to win driving him to endure the pain no matter the cost.
The match descended into chaos as SYNN and Stylez traded blows with increasing ferocity, each refusing to back down an inch. They exchanged holds and submissions, each maneuver executed with precision and skill, but neither could gain a decisive advantage. SYNN locked Stylez in a brutal armbar, but he refused to submit, gritting his teeth against the pain as he struggled to break free.
CJJ: These two bringing a new level of intensity to smash!
With a sudden burst of strength, Stylez powered out of the hold, launching himself at SYNN with a savage roar. He drove her into the corner of the ring, raining down blows upon her with relentless fury, but she fought back with every ounce of strength she had. With a mighty shove, she managed to break free, staggering back into the center of the ring, blood streaming down her face from her mouth.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Nobody bleeds like that from the mouth, CJ! Synn may have some internal bleeding here!
The sight only seemed to fuel SYNN's determination as she launched herself at Stylez with renewed ferocity. She unleashed a flurry of strikes, each one landing with bone-crushing force, but Stylez refused to go down without a fight. With a sudden twist, he grabbed SYNN by the waist and hoisted her into the air, slamming her down onto the mat with a thunderous powerbomb that shook the entire arena.
CJJ: Good lord, the impact. She may be a freak but at the end of the day, she is a female. Her anatomy has gotta be rattled here!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Massive powerbomb by the clown and it could be curtains for the demon here!
The crowd gasped in horror as SYNN lay sprawled on the canvas, her body wracked with pain.
Stylez hooks the leg.
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CJJ: It's over!
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Looks like it
3-----SYNN GETS A SHOULDER UP!
CJJ: HOW IN THE WORLD DID SHE KICK OUT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maybe she isn't human!
With a primal scream, she rose to her feet, her eyes blazing with determination as she faced off against Stylez once more. The two wrestlers locked eyes, the tension between them palpable as they prepared for the final showdown.
With a sudden burst of speed, SYNN charged forward, catching Stylez off guard with a lightning-fast series of strikes that left him reeling. She seized him by the arm and whipped him into the ropes, but before he could react, she was upon him, trapping him in a cloverleaf! The crowd held its breath as she transitioned seamlessly into a cradle DDT, driving his head into the mat with bone-crushing force.
CJJ: OUT OF NO WHERE
PATRICK MATHEWS: HERE IT COMES!
With a sudden twist, SYNN transitioned seamlessly into a cradle DDT, driving Stylez's head into the mat with bone-crushing force.
BRAM STOKER!!!!!!!
Synn falls into a cover...
CJJ: PIN HIM! PIN THE CLOWN!
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CJJ: YES!
2!
PATRICK MATHEWS: YES!
3!
DING DING DING
The crowd held its breath as the referee counted the pin, each second ticking by in agonizing suspense. And then, with a thunderous roar, the final count came: one, two, three.
SYNN collapsed to the mat, battered and bloody but victorious.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: SYNN
Match Time: 12:42
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Synn gets the win, but neither wrestler is looking like they're in good shape after that contest!
CJJ: I think we're going to need a couple of stretchers out here! And maybe an ambulance!
The medics rush into the ring, checking on both wrestlers, as the cameras cut away to an actual commercial break.
We return to the arena, as the cameras focus on the announce table.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I am just being told over my headset that we need to turn our attention to the titantron momentarily.
CJJ: What in the world could possibly be happening now?
The sound of metal clinked together as the voice of Clyde Newton takes over the arena.
CLYDE NEWTON: You tried to shackle me confined by restrictions. Did you think I was going to forget that you tried to diminish my chances of walking away with the X-Division title held high?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I guess he could only be speaking about one person.
The image has finally caught up to the audio as we see Clyde Newton sitting in an unknown location somewhere within the confines of the arena. It was quite difficult to make out where he was sitting due to the dark lighting surrounding him except for the lonely light illuminating just his facial expressions.
CLYDE NEWTON: I will say it was a crafty decision to subject me to handcuffs but… You really think this is the first time I have ever worn them? I grew up in the streets surrounded by nothing but criminal activity on every corner. I didn't grow up wealthy so you are damn right we needed to take a few things here and there we couldn’t afford.
CJJ: Not sure where he is going with this but the fans are letting him hear it.
YOU SUCK NEWTON, SCREW YOU.
YOU SUCK NEWTON, SCREW YOU.
YOU SUCK NEWTON, SCREW YOU.
They rained down disapproval from the highest peak of the stadium making sure he knew what they thought.
CLYDE NEWTON: You will never stand in the champions way Damage that I can promise. If you have something to say you know where the fuck to find me. Just follow the dollar signs…
Suddenly, a huge pop raises from the crowd as Damage makes his way through the crowd. Damage is dressed in all black Shirt and Jeans. He jumps over the the barricade to the delight of the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well Here comes the Untamed Demon.
Damage reaches the ring and climbs over the apron and gets inside the ring by stepping over the top rope. Damage has a microphone in his hand and he raises his hand with the microphone and starts to speak.
DAMAGE: WOW!... Mr. Clyde, One week I missed my presence at smash, I think you have grown balls to speak about me and your accomplishments. Appreciable, Now Why don’t you collect the balls that you have grown last week and walk down the hallway and get inside the ring and face the Untamed Demon eye to eye and say the same things that you said…
CJJ: This is getting Interesting… Now!
The crowd gives a huge pop for this as Damage pauses as his cold eyes are still locked on Clyde Newton on the titantron. He paces back and forth as he recollects some words.
DAMAGE: The fact of the matter is Mr. Clyde, at Last chance you are a champion all because of one man and you have to say your thanks to your Boss, Mr. Joe Montouri. Guess what Mr. Clyde, Mr. Joe is Marked man, I don;t care whether Mr. Chris has finished him with or not, I will get my vengeance at the right place and right time. Now coming back to you, Mr. Clyde, Why don’t you collect the balls that you claim and put the championship on the line at wrestle wars in a Chamber of Horrors Match?
The crowd starts to chant “NEWTON GOT NO BALLS” all over the arena as a small smirk comes and vanishes from the face of Damage, to which only aggravates the anger in the face of Clyde Newton on the Titantron.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is becoming a kind of personal issue here. Now the question is, will Newton accept the challenge?
DAMAGE: Guess what? Mr. Clyde, I will give you this whole week to accept the challenge, Inform me when you are man enough to accept my challenge.
NEWTON GOT NO BALLS.
NEWTON GOT NO BALLS.
NEWTON GOT NO BALLS.
They rained down chants from the highest peak of the stadium making sure he knew what they thought. As Damage places the microphone down on the apron and get down the ring by stepping over the top rop and jumps the barricade and vanishes among the crowd
The Titantron lights up and you can hear a voice!
Voice: This following advertisement has been brought to you and paid for by THE FORTUNATE ONES!
The Titantron is showing a blonde hair woman who looks to be a total mess and someone that no man wants a piece of.
Voice: The newest member of Monday Night Brawl because they are the B SHOW of the WGWF is………..LEXI FOLD from Los Angeles, CA!
CJJ: Trailer Park Trash is what I see there.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Call the Fire Dept. These fires that The Fortunate Ones are lighting will need help being put out.
We cut back to the Smash interview area where the crowd pops huge to find Denise Essex standing by with Edward Grado.
DENISE ESSEX: Joining me at this time is none other than Edward Grado!
Edward screams out at the top of his lungs.
EDWARD GRADO: VICTORY!
The yell from Grado takes Denise Essex by surprise.
DENISE ESSEX: You haven’t won yet, Edward. The match hasn’t happened.
Confused by this, Edward asks.
EDWARD GRADO: It hasn’t?
DENISE ESSEX: No Edward, it hasn’t. I was trying to get your comments before you finally get your hands back on Seth Stevens in what is being billed as a grudge match.
EDWARD GRADO: Oh? A grudge match? What’s that?
Denise merely shakes her head.
DENISE ESSEX: It’s a special match stipulation set up by GM Barrows.
EDWARD GRADO: Don’t like that…
Suddenly Edward hears the sweet sounds of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” which immediately grabs his attention as he starts to strut ass toward the gorilla position leaving Denise Essex standing with her microphone in hand.
DENISE ESSEX: I guess it’s back to ringside.
We fade out to the entry ramp where the crowd erupts upon Edward Grado dancing through the curtain.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sing it loud! Sing it proud! It’s… GRAAAADDDDDOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Seth Stevens is suddenly seen running down the ramp with a steel chair in hand! The crowd erupts with boos as Seth runs down the ramp and waffles Grado across the back with the chair! The music fades out as Grado crumbles to the floor at ringside. Seth begins waffling Grado with repeated shots from the steel chair before sliding the chair into the ring. Seth drops to one knee tosses the ring apron back, and pulls out a trash can. Seth hurls it in the ring over the top rope before turning his attention back toward a downed Grado.
CJJ: YES! Seth is putting this chump in his place!
Stevens picks Grado up and tosses him into the ring under the bottom rope before sliding into the ring and getting to his feet. The referee tries to intervene but Stevens lays him out with a Superkick! The crowd erupts with loud boos toward Stevens as he picks up the Steel Chair once again. Edward begins pushing himself up off the mat and back to one knee before stepping up to a vertical base. Edward spins around where Stevens cracks him over the head with a vile chair shot that dents the seat of the chair and drops Grado where he stands.
Stevens cuts his eyes across the massive crowd that boo him for his actions.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stevens is relentless in this assault, but why? Why go this far?
CJJ: Grado asked for this, remember? Maybe someone should tell him that he probably shouldn’t pick fights with guys that can whip his ass.
Stevens looks down at a busted open Edward Grado and he’s not finished. Seth places Edwards head in between the seat of the chair for a Pillmanizer. Stevens backs up into a neutral corner and hops up on the middle ropes.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Don’t do it, Seth!
Seth leaps off the middle rope with a stomp down on the legs of the chair crushing Edward’s neck in the process! The crowd roars with loud boos as we see EMT’s and Trainers immediately slide into the ring checking on Grado. Seth reaches down picking up Edward’s fannypack. The crowd boos loudly as Seth hoists it up in the air like it’s a major prize while the EMT’s and Trainers start to carefully work on Edward getting the chair from around his neck.
Seth makes his way over to the trash can. He grabs it and sets it on it’s bottom.
Stevens holds the Fannypack over the trash can before dropping it down into the can. He digs into back pocket pulling out a small tube of something before pouring it into the can. Stevens reches into his front pocket and pulls out a book of matches. Seth strikes a match and tosses it into the can causing the contents inside to catch fire. A stretcher makes it to ringside and Grado is loaded up as we cut away after this vile action by Seth Stevens.
In the backstage area, Lexi Gold roams the hallway, searching for John Cable. She's dressed casually, sporting a cropped from her merchandise t-shirt, along with leather leggings and heels. As she nears her locker room, she spots a figure approaching from a distance, causing her to stop in her tracks. It was as though she had encountered a ghost. As the figure gets closer, you can smell the Dolce and Gabbana cologne and see the shine from the Rolex on the wrist. It can only mean one man.
J Mont: Ahhhh. Lexi. Lexi. Lexi. One of the few women in this business I never expected to cross me.
Lexi crosses her arms and looks him in the eye.
Lexi Gold: “Ah, so you did catch what I said about you in the ring after all. It’s about damn time. What I said shouldn’t have surprised you. I mean, you know the kind of person I am and what I stand for. Creating too many fires in an attempt to burn down this company like you’ve been doing is not one of them.”
J Mont smirks at Lexi and does an impersonation of a firefighter shooting water on the fire.
J Mont: What surprised me the most Lexi was the fact you would just throw away a friendship with my wife Mia to work with all the people who have no business even being here in the WGWF. One by One i am going to eliminate all the dead weight, but I am doing that ON MY TIME. I don’t listen to anyone or do what anyone says. If you want to join forces with the enemy, then I will give you the common courtesy right now and apologize for what will happen to you. But remember you chose the sides, i didn’t. Anyone not with The Fortunate Ones will be in the fire and burn.
She shakes her head, feeling a surge of anger course through her veins listening to his words.
Lexi Gold: “That’s your problem J Mont, you don’t listen. You are so self-absorbed that you don’t care about the harm you are causing to everyone around you. Unlike some people here, I’m not scared of you. Trust me, I’ve been face-to-face with demons before and they are far more intimidating than you. You’re so eager to play with fire. Well, I’m ready to join the game.”
J Mont starts to laugh because of a thought that came to his head.
J Mont: Maybe I need to call up Mike Mason and ask him how to make some SnakeSkin Boots. Because you are really looking for an ass kicking if you want to get in my way Lexi. I'm not here for laughs with you about Scrunchies or Dolls. I am here in the WGWF for Money and Power, which we have in The Fortunate Ones. You hitched yourself to the wrong team. You guys are acting like the 49ers thinking you are about to win the big game, then POOF…..it's over with. The better team wins, which is The Fortunate Ones. Myself, Clyde, Amber And my bestie Sonya are one of the best factions of all time in this industry. I cannot believe there are people stupid enough to even try to stop us. Guess, that makes you stupid too since you joined the losing team.
Lexi Gold: “Wait, wait, let me know if I heard you correctly. You are considering calling up Mike Mason. A guy who tucked his tail between his legs and vanished from the company, because he couldn’t cut it as a wrestler anymore, yet I’m the stupid one, huh? If you are going to threaten me, at least use someone of name value.”
J Mont looks around, then lets out a burst of laughter.
J Mont: Poor Lexi. You don't realize right now that I am saving your life. My bestie Sonya wants to stomp a mudhole into your face. She wants to rip the head off of every doll you have. She wants to shave your head bald and feed you your blonde hair till you shit it out of yourself. I told Sonya to hold off until I actually had a conversation with you. But from the looks of things, it sounds as if I should tell Sonya that it's time to play ball. Better yet, maybe me and Sonya will hold your arms behind your back so that John Blade can get a real good Romeo kiss on you. At least he doesn't hide behind a mask.
Without uttering another word, she delivers a hard slap across his face for his disrespectful comments towards her. J Mont looks at Lexi and laughs because she has no idea who is not too far away. From OUTTA NOWHERE, here comes Mia. Lexi takes off down the hallway, leaving the King and Queen to figure out their next chess move.
J Mont: Guess Lexi doesn’t want to play the game. You are the real Queen Babe. She is just a TRASHY BITCH!
J Mont and Mia lock lips as the cameras shift away.
CJJ: Lexi just signed her own death certificate.
Patrick Matthews: Mia is not a wrestler. Lexi is going to show her who the true Queen is.
CJJ: All hail QUEEN MIA!!!!
Patrick Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen incase you are just now joining us earlier in the evening there was a rather brutal matchup that took place between one of the newest sensations on the SMASH roster in Synn and that arrogant ass-clown Je$TyR SeRyOu$ that as I’m sure many of you have guessed at this point ended in wild fashion!
CJJ: YEAH BOTH OF THEM COULD BE…SeRyOu$Ly HURT!!! HAHAHAHA
Partrick Matthews: Wait…stop no what are you doing? It’s not even funny when HE says it!
CJJ: Patrick you should really learn to laugh man you are gunna give yourself a conniption…Wait does that mean if you croke and I have to do your job too, does that mean I’ll get two pay checks?
Patrick Matthews: A little reverence or at the very least respect DINKUS, because we are about to cut backstage where both Synn and Johnny Stylez also known as Jestyr Seryous are being loaded into the back of an ambulance where both will seek further medical attention for what we can only assume at this point are serious injuries, and we here on behalf of the entire SMASH team sincerely send them both nothing but our very best wishes! These men and women come out here every night and put it all on the line for the sake of our entertainment and when stuff like this happens to say it is unfortunate is a very big understatement!
CJJ: So wait two seconds ago Johnny Stylez was an ass-clown and now you are keeping him in your prayers? Patrick you are the very reason most wrestlers hate wrestling fans…You are such a HATER!
Patrick Matthews: CJJ FOR GODS SAKES MAN THIS ISN’T ABOUT ME OR YOU! Two of our biggest up and comers are seriously hurt, is it too much to ask that you take even just a moment and for once in your life try and be…
CJJ: SeRyOu$?
Patrick Matthews: Oh MY…SHUT UP! Wait…Ladies…Ladies and gentlemen we need to cut backstage right now we are told something is going down, LIKE RIGHT NOW!!!
Suddenly we cut backstage where we see the on staff medical team pushing the stretchers that are holding the severely injured bodies of Synn and Je$TyR SeRyOU$. Two men wheel the stretchers in front of the parked ambulance that already has it’s red lights on and flashing. THe man pushing Jestyr’s stretcher walks up to the back of the ambulance after a few moments of waiting for the doors to open. THe man walks up rolls his eyes and mutters a few curses under his breathe as he then balls his hand into a fist and pounds on the back of the ambulance.
After the third hard pound suddenly the door violently swings open catching the EMT off guard and smacking him right in the face. THe man falls backwards clutching at his face, and by the time he looks forward to see what’s going on he sees the well known associate of Je$TyR SeRyOU$, adult film star Peyton Preselee who has adopted the name Ms. BeHaVe as of late. Her face is painted up just like Je$TyR’s and she is holding a black tactical shotgun as she motions for the EMT’s to back their silly asses up or something bad will happen.
Over Behave’s shoulder we are able to see the driver of this here ambulance handcuffed to the steering wheel with duct tape over his mouth. We then hear the live audience gasp as we see Je$TyR SeRyOu$ and SyNN sit up almost simultaneously after BeHaVe cuts both of their straps enough to where they can sit up and finish freeing themselves.
Jestyr gets to his feet first as we hear the audience erupt in a chorus of boos as he looks directly into the camera and flashes that trademark arrogant smirk that just turns ur F’n stomach! HE then walks right passed the small medical team of three dudes who are standing there practically pissing themselves as Ms. BeHaVe is on crowd control with that shotgun.
Jestyr brushes passed what the WGWF passes off as medical professionals and grabs the collar of the camera man and jerks him closer towards the ambulance. We see the camera make quick and erratic jerking motions as we see Jestyr throw him towards the back of the ambulance as Synn makes it to her feet. She looks at the innocent people standing around with their hands raised trying so hard not to urinate themselves. You can tell by the look on her face she doesn’t exactly approve of this shit, so the look she shoots Je$TyR is an icey one. Jestyr immediately notices and chuckles to himself. He shakes his head with a wild look in his eyes as he says…
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: This was always the plan MiSS MaM! If you wanna do what we talked about this is the way we do it! As promise no one will be…SeRyOu$Ly HuRT!
Jestyr then once again looks dead into the camera and offers a slight wink as we cut back out to a perfect shot of Je$TyR SeRyoU$ on one side and Synn on the other. Je$TyR then with a sense of urgency pleads…
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: SO what’s it GuNNa Be MaM??? YoU IN OR YOU OUT? If you leave fine have fun being boring biding your time for one of them to cut you a break none of em wanna cut you…Or you can come with me, and I promise you FIREWORKS, followed by lots and lots of trouble to get into…? So IN OR OUT cause time is kinda a factor here mi lady?
Synn’s lip curls into a snarl. She had gotten the shit end of the stick for FAR too long. She grabs the shotgun away from Peyton and opens her mouth, sticking it inside. Ms. Behave’s eyes go wide, but Je$tyr stands there, grinning. Synn looks at Peyton and her finger dances ever so slightly on trigger.
Synn then whips the shotgun barrel out of her mouth and grabs the former porn star around the shoulders, shoving the barrel against her head. Ms. BeHave screams.
Je$tyr Seryou$: HEY, WOAH!!! YOU BeTTeR TaKe It Ea$y THeRe MaMa, that there’z the only BeHaVe I GoT! And I have no phuckin clue where I could find another! SO HoWZ BoUT WE TaKe A MoMeNT WE CLeaRLy DONT GoT and DiSKuSS THIS, HuH?
Synn slowly takes the barrel of the gun down and smiles. She licks Peyton’s face before patting her on the head. She walks over and sits down, Indian style, in the back of the ambulance.
SYNN: So……where to?
Jestyr shoots a look of pure excitement with a goofy ass smile at Ms. BeHaVe who does NOT appear to be amused as the clown says…
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: HA! Told you she wouldn’t punk out! YoU OWe Me THREE BOXES OF GUSHERS!..And you better pay up twat I WILL PHUCK YOU UP!
Synn: CLOWN!!!
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: OHHH RIGHT MY BAD!...Yeah well we are going where I told you we was…Like literally 45 seconds from here!...Look right over there!
Camera pans out to show the row of monster trucks driven to the arena by JMONT’s GiRL SCoUT TRooP most of you assbags refer to as
Camera then cuts back inside the ambulance where Jestyr unlocks the cuffs of the driver, opens the door and uses his foot to shove the driver outside where Behave tells him to stay on the ground. Jestyr then plops down in the front seat as SYnn takes her seat shotgun and they look at these larger than life monster vehicles, and Synn is shaking her head NOT HAPPY about this shit either. Je$TyR on the other hand you can tell by the way his eyes are darting from one thing to the other as his wicked grin seems to creep across his face more and more with each tick of every tock. Jestyr senses Synn’s unease so, of course he makes the wrong move and opens his mouth.
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: Something troubling you DeaR???
Synn: Yes, actually. Something is troubling me dearly……..
Synn cocks her head, looking at the trucks in front of them.
Synn: Why haven’t you shared any gushers?!
She cocks the shotgun and talks towards the Monster trucks.
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: Well I need ole “BaD BeT” BeHaVe over there to pay up, and well as a token of our new partnership you can go ahead and call at least one of them boxes as your own!...Anything else? Cause I like to think I’m really…I dunno, approachable I think? Yeah THAT’S THE ONE!
Synn looks over at BeHave, then back at the clown.
Synn had, for her entire career, fought for good. Fought to destroy bullies, and to clean rosters of their trash. She just had a ‘different’ way of going about it. The Fortunate Ones were bullies, but she couldn’t fight this fight alone. She looks at the only man on the roster who just may be crazier than her, who had pushed her, physically, further than she had ever been……….
Sometimes, you need to fight fire with fire.
Synn: I’ll get the gas cans.
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: No NeeD THeRe MaMa, see the moment those D-BaGZ drove up in these gaudy monstrosities I knew we were gunna need to switch to plan B, and thanks to MuRPHy’Z LaW when you are pulling off a caper such as this you always need a plan B, and most times D & C but today B was more than enough cause see…If they didn’t have their heads so far up J-NoTSOFULLmonty’s rear end they would have paid closer attention to small little details like SeCuRiTy, cause uhhh…
Scene then switches to earlier in the evening. We see the members of the FoRTuNaTe ONEZ exit their vehicles and give each other high fives as this evening they seem particularly proud of themselves, which makes all of this much more enjoyable. After a few moments we see Je$TyR and BeHaVe sneak up and begin to plant wireless explosives all around the trucks mostly near the fuel tanks. The scene then quickly cuts back inside the ambulance where Je$TyR fires up one of his prerolled blunts and takes a hit French inhaling it and then blowing the smoke from his nostrils as he attempts to pass it to Synn as he continues…
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: SO yeah, so here we are. One small push of a button…THIS BUTTON more specifically..
Jestyr’s freehand reaches over as we see another one of those EASY BUTTONS. There is a purple post-it note attached to it. It says
Synn looks at him curiously as he nods in her direction bidding her take the blunt and the EASY button. She looks at him and almost laughs to herself as she…Synn takes the easy button as Jestyr pulls the blunt back hitting it once more than pretty much forces her to take it. Jestyr puts both hands on the steering wheel and cranks the engine, it roars on as ROCK IS DEAD BY MARYLIN MANSON begins blaring over the speakers as Jestyr faintly turns it down as he explains.
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: Look I know this aint your usual cup of tea, so I went ahead and took care of the particulars on this one. You and I share similar frustrations, that we don’t have to take. SO here is how we are gunna play this, K…You go ahead and press that button. Incase you doubt me in anyway the first time you press it should tell you everything you need to know…So go ahead press it!’
Synn looks at Je$TyR almost with confusion as she presses the EASY button firmly once. The button lights up and we hear a little jingle followed by the INFAMOUS
Then suddenly a hologram image of “Jake FROM STATE FARM” shoots right outside the passenger side window. Synn looks at him with confusion as Jestyr slowly rolls down the window, once its down Jestyr yells somethin at Jake…
Jake FROM STATE FARM: How can I help ya Johnny?...Or Jestyr?
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: Either will suffice Jake, we’re homies! Now if you would please…Tell my new AMiGo HeRe what happens if she presses that Ea$y BuTToN TWICE?
Jake FROM STaTe FaRM: Um…It goes BOOM? I thought you made a POST-IT?
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: NO! NOT WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENS DIPWAD! Like what happens to those overpampered tallywhackers who “RENTED” all this twisted steel and redneck sex appeal over there?
Jake From State Farm: Ohhh they are FUCKED! JMONT is the only one who could afford the insurance!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: All we needed to know Jake…Thanx BUD! Tell MAHOMES I hope he gets dandruff!
Jake From State FARM: You one…
Jestyr presses the EASY button ending the image. The light remains on which means all Synn has to do to makes MiCEZ out of these Monster TRUCKS is push that easy button. SO as Jestyr hands her back the detonator he says…
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: SO…If you are ready, because if you do this there won’t be any turning back! We will be in this thing! But like I told ya, if you wanna beat these BITCHES first you have to beat them at THEIR OWN PHUCKING GAME! THen there won’t be any excuses when we inform them it’s been CHESS NOT CHECKERZ this whole time!
Synn: I have one more question before I give you my answer.
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: Fair enough, HIT ME!
Synn: Why keep the ambulance?
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: Cause well we needed a get away car. And well like I said when one commits a crime the first, second, and third thing they should always consider is if, when, and how they are going to get away with it…And well, who the phuck is gunna pull over an ambulance with it’s lights on weaving in and out of traffic?...SO the coast is clear dear…You want this fight it’s yours to pick! Fire with fire?
Synn nods, licking her lips. She presses the button.
Johnny tells Behave to shoot everyone, so she puts the shotgun in one dudes face pulls the trigger…….
…….and it squirts water. They laugh and drive off.
It stops a little ways down……..
Synn: “Ive pushed this button like a hundred times and its not…I think it’s bro…”
…The Monster Trucks…Well what used to be monster trucks is now a smolering pile of uninsured car parts…WoMp WoMp!!!
Patrick Matthews: DEAR GOD HELP US ALL!!!
CJJ: Them two? Together? Like on the same team? THAT’S GUNNA BE SO AWESOME!!
Patrick Matthews: I dunno, looks and sounds like one ToXiK ass relationship to me!
CJJ: Yeah but an awesome one!
Patrick Matthews: Guess we’ll have to wait and see…Did you see the size of that explosion?
CJJ: Yeah it’s how I arrived at the conclusion OF AWESOME!!! You’re right they probably are ToXiK!!!
MEMPHIS BELLE The next match is scheduled for one fall, and it will be for the WGWF X-Division Championship!
As the crowd pops, knowing this is the first of two title defenses tonight, Memphis continues.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing first, the challenger…
The guitar riffs of “Hail to the King” tear through the arena and the roof absolutely blows off the place. The lights dim, and then the stage lights, white and red, start to move with the beat of the drum. As the drums play together and the music starts to flow, the lights stop beating and stay on as a large figure appears. The figure is draped in a leather duster with a hood over his head. He steps to the ramp leading to the ring and flips the hood off his head as the chorus says, “Hail to the King.” As the music continues, he starts his march to the ring, the fans who love him in a frenzy, and those who hate him hiding from the rabid fans. Men, women, and children bow to him and jab their hands into the air to the rhythm of the music. Bull stops and stares into the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Coming to the ring, he stands 6’ 10” and weighs in at 385 pounds….from the Great Northwoods of Michigan…this is THE BASTARD COREY BULL!
Bull raises his hands above his head in an X and an explosion rocks the top of the stage and a mushroom cloud floats to the top of the arena as Bull climbs onto the apron and steps over the top rope.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull made it to the final match for the X-Division Title, but shenanigans took the victory away from him.
CJJ: Are you going to say that about every non-TFO competitor in that match? NOT ALL OF THEM COULD HAVE WON, MAN!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maybe not… but the winner should have been fairly decided, and I bet right now, Corey’s thinking about revenge…
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, his opponent… standing 5’10” and weighing 210 lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, representing The Fortunate Ones…
Newton waits on his turn to walk out from the back as his theme song “Look In My Eyes” hits on the sound system, hyping him up. He makes his way out, pushing the black curtain out of the way as he walks to the top of the stage, raising up the X-Division Championship. He then hits his signature dance to entertain the booing crowd, before he makes his way down the ramp and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. He makes himself at home inside the ring, waiting for the match to start.
CJJ: Look at that proud champion! What a representative for The Fortunate Ones!
PATRICK MATHEWS: All I see is a man who needed help from most of TFO to grab that championship.
CJJ: It was a multi-wrestler match, Patrick! Which meant that anything goes!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’d love to see Newton go… along with J-Mont, Mansley, and the rest…
CJJ: So damn cynical, Patty…
The bell rings, as Bull does a quick stretch of his arm muscles on the top rope. But Newton is already racing in, seizing the opportunity. He jumps onto Bull’s back, surprising him, and yanking him down into a pinning opportunity, clutching at the back of Bull’s outfit for extra leverage!!
1!!
2!!
THR-Bull Kicks out! He pops to his feet, furious, but Newton is already trying a plan B, springing off the middle rope and flipping into Bull, knocking him to the ground and hanging onto his legs for another cover!
1!!
2!!
And Bull throws Newton off of him! He jumps up, enraged, and throws a big boot at Newton’s face. But Newton ducks under it, hitting Bull’s standing leg instead with his shoulder and knocking him over for a third time! Newton then jumps on top, while throwing his legs onto the middle rope, shifting his weight even higher!!
1!!
And the ref stops, seeing Newton’s blatant attempt and calling off the pin! He chastises Newton, who doesn’t seem to care, as he rolls out of the ring to avoid the steaming Corey Bull!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The champ tried to steal this one three times in a row!
CJJ: He went for pins, Patrick! What do you want him to do, the Charleston? He wants to win this and lock down his first successful defense!
PATRICK MATHEWS: How about he do it without trickery or deceit?
CJJ: Where’s the fun in that?
Newton is tapping his head, knowing that he almost got away with one, as he walks around the ring. Bull, hearing the ref starting his 10 count, realizes that Newton could easily just stay out there and get counted out, retaining the belt. So Bull slides out of the ring and begins jogging around it, heading for the champ. Newton, seeing him coming, hurries forward and slides into the ring. Bull follows, but then immediately pulls himself back, avoiding the attempted Newton stomp! Newton bounces backwards, favoring his stomping foot, as Bull comes right back in. He grabs Newton from behind, locking him into a full nelson, then begins slinging Newton back and forth, releasing some of his anger! With Newton being treated like a rag doll, there’s nothing he can do, as Bull finishes it with an overhead suplex, driving Newton down and hanging on for the bridge…
1!!
2!!
TH-and Newton is able to kick out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is why you don’t want to anger someone like Corey Bull!
CJJ: Maybe Newton wanted to get into his head, and mess with his mental game? You ever think of that, Patrick?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Whatever his reasons, Newton is regretting his decision right about now!
Both wrestlers are back up now, with Bull keeping his grip on Newton. He delivers a fierce headbutt, stunning the champion, before then getting Newton into the air and landing a pendulum backbreaker!! Newton drops to the canvas, in agony, as Bull pulls himself back up. He leans over Newton, telling him that he brought this all on himself due to his actions at Last Chance. Bull then drags Newton up, shooting him towards the corner. Newton jumps up, though, able to land on his feet on the middle turnbuckle, before leaping off with a splash… but Bull catches him, quickly turning it into a forward powerslam, smashing Newton into the canvas!! Bull stays on top for the pin, looking like he thinks this one is over…
1!!
2!!
But Newton kicks out, showing it’ll take more than that to put him down! Bull shakes his head, then drags Newton upwards, grabbing him around the throat. He lifts Newton into the air, no, Newton breaks free of his grip and falls back to his feet. Before Bull can react, snaps off the Street King superkick, knocking Bull onto his back!! Newton drops to his knees for a second, before diving on top of Bull for the cover…
1!!
2!!
TH-and Bull kicks out of it!
CJJ: Did you see that kick?? Newton needs to stick to his educated feet, so he can cut Bull down to size!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It was an impressive kick. Do you think he learned that in the armed forces?
CJJ: Somehow I think that kick came later on… but who really knows?
As Bull gets to his feet, trying to shake the cobwebs off, Newton comes running at him, hitting a running knee that drives Bull back into the corner. Sensing an opportunity, Newton runs forward, but slides right past Bull, landing outside on the floor. He reaches through, grabbing Bull’s legs and yanking them out from under him. Bull, realizing the danger he’s in, tries to pull free, but it’s too late, as Newton quickly slams Bull’s left leg against the steel!! Newton doesn’t stop there, pulling the leg back and banging it multiple times more, as if trying to break the leg right off!! The ref is shouting warnings, as Bull desperately tries to pull free, but Newton is ignoring both of them. He locks in a figure four around the post, dropping backwards!! Bull is in tremendous pain, even as the ref begins his 5 count…
1!!
2!!
3!!
4!!
Just before the 5 count, Newton releases the hold, sliding back down to the outside mat. Bull painfully pulls his legs free of the turnbuckle, rolling to his side as he clutches at his left knee. Newton, meanwhile, gets up on the outside, once again signaling how intelligent he is.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull’s leg is in terrible shape now! He might have torn a ligament or two!
CJJ: Oh, boo hoo, tell him to just walk it off, Pat. C’mon, Clyde, put this one away now!
Newton comes into the ring, standing over the hurting Bull, mocking him by doing a little dance in front of him. He smirks, asking Bull if this feels any different from last time. In response, Bull suddenly reaches out, grabbing Newton by the ankle! He tries to yank Newton down, but Newton frantically pulls away, stumbling backwards. He looks down at his leg, then glares at Bull, running in and booting him in the side! Bull slumps over, with Newton turning to his side, in order to drop an elbow right into Bull’s side! Newton pops back up, dropping a second elbow, then a third, before finally leaping up with a double foot stomp on the downed wrestler. Newton then drops his weight onto Bull, wanting this one to be over…
1!!
2!!
TH-But Bull pushes Newton off of him, not ready to let this one end!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull’s still got a lot of fight left in him!
CJJ: Yeah, but it’s all in the upper half! He should just tap out and survive to fight another day!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Corey Bull is not the type to surrender, CJJ. He’ll fight to the bitter end!
CJJ: It’s going to be bitter alright!
Newton is shaking his head as he goes over to Bull’s injured leg, grabbing hold of it. He taunts Bull, asking if he really wants him to do more damage. Bull flips him off, with Newton smirking before kicking the leg, adding to Bull’s pain. He then twists into the leg, wanting to apply another submission hold. But Bull is able to reach up and grab Newton from behind, yanking him backwards into a pinning combination!! Newton’s legs kick frantically as the ref slides in…
1!!
2!!
THR-and Newton manages to kick out! He gets to his feet, breathing heavily, knowing that one was close. Angrily, he turns to Bull and goes to stomp on Bull’s injured leg… but Bull uses the other leg to sweep Newton’s feet, dropping him into Bull’s grasp. Immediately, Bull applies a variation of a Kokina Clutch, wrapping his arms around Newton’s throat and squeezing tightly, as Newton’s face quickly turns red from the strain!
CJJ: Hey! That’s a choke!! THAT’S A CHOKE, REF!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think the ref, like most of us, sees that as a submission hold, CJJ.
CJJ: Well, you’re all wrong! Damn it! Do something, Clyde!!!
Newton seems to be fading in the improvised hold, as the referee moves in to check on him. His arm is raised and drops once… but on the second attempt, the arm stays up, as Newton fights to stay conscious. He manages to bring his boot down onto Bull’s hurting leg, causing the break of the hold! Newton rolls to the side, gasping, as Bull rolls in the other direction, towards the ropes. He grabs hold, pulling himself up, limping but still able to get up as he turns towards the recovering Newton. The champ, seeing him, begs off, but Bull isn’t listening. He grabs hold of Newton, lifting him up and hitting a Samoan slam!! Newton has the wind knocked out of him, as Bull makes another cover…
1!!
2!!
THR-No! Newton is able to kick out! Bull pulls himself up, grabbing hold of Newton as well. He locks onto Newton’s throat, thinking about the Kingsbury Run of chokeslams, but Newton response by once again kicking the injured leg, allowing him to break free! Newton then runs to the ropes and comes back, smashing into Bull’s stomach with Brooklyn’s Finest (Spear)!!! Bull tumbles back into the ropes, laying there, as Newton scrambles to cover him. But the referee doesn’t count, pointing to the fact that Bull is partially under the ropes! Newton, complaining to the referee, works hastily to pull Bull further away, trying to clear both his arm and leg. He finally manages it, getting on top for the cover and demanding that the ref count quickly…
1!!
2!!
THRE-NO!!!
CJJ: Damn it! The ref should have just counted!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But that wouldn’t be following the rules!
CJJ: The #1 Rule should be, do whatever The Fortunate Ones tell you to do!!
Newton is still arguing with the referee, blaming him for being incompetent. The ref doesn’t seem to appreciate it, ordering Newton to get back to work. Newton pushes the ref aside, with the ref briefly considering a DQ, although he knows that Newton wouldn’t mind that result, so he lets it slide. Meanwhile, Newton has brought the hurting Bull up, grabbing hold of his leg, wanting a leg DDT. He goes to deliver it, but Bull pulls free, instead nailing Newton with a double-fisted axehandle shot!! Newton stumbles back to the ropes, allowing Bull to charge forward and knock him over the top with The Boot Check!!! Newton falls to the outside, stunned, but Bull is down as well, his leg obviously aching from the move. Bull looks at it as if it was more an annoyance than anything, hitting his leg a couple of times before pushing himself back to his feet.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull put Newton down, but he needs hm in the ring if he wants to become the X-Division Champion!
CJJ: Quick, Clyde! Crawl under the ring! You can make it!
Outside, Newton is trying to pull himself up, looking dazed from the boot he took. He doesn’t notice that Bull has rolled himself out to the floor behind him. As Newton turns around, Bull grabs him by the head, banging it into the edge of the apron!! Newton pops up, seeing stars, but Bull isn’t done. He slams Newton’s head a few more times, before finally rolling him back into the ring. He follows, stopping the ref’s count, as he manages to get back to his feet. His limp is still pronounced, but he’s working through it, as he pulls Newton off the canvas and into the air, landing a Blue Thunder Bomb!! The crowd pops as Bull stays on the cover, hanging onto one leg as the ref counts.
1!!
2!!
THREE-NO!!! Newton’s shoulder shoots off of the canvas at the last second!
PATRICK MATHEWS: So close!! We almost had a new champion there!!
CJJ: Ref, c’mon! Don’t forget to say One Mississippi between each count, so you don’t count that fast!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That sounds ridiculous, man.
CJJ: You’re right. What’s a longer word than Mississippi??
Bull pushes himself back up to his feet, still favoring his injured leg. He’s letting adrenaline do all the work, though, as he grabs hold of a weary Newton, dragging him upwards. He yells at Newton, reminding him about D.E.A.T.H., before grabbing him around the throat! Newton fights against it, trying to block the chokeslam, as the referee moves in, telling Bull that he’s got to break the ‘choke’ or use it right away. Bull shoves Newton away, pushing him into the referee, who stumbles backwards but stays on his feet, grabbing hold of the ropes for support. Meanwhile, Bull steps in and grabs a scrambling Newton, shooting him towards the ropes, wanting The Downward Spiral!! But as Newton comes back, he spins into a discus punch… and Bull goes down, hard!!
CJJ: What a punch!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait, what’s that on Newton’s hand??
CJJ: You’re seeing things, Patrick, see, he’s putting it away!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He’s WHAT??
Newton is clearly hiding something back into his gear, before the referee can see it. Bull, for his part, is rocked, but still trying to find a way back to his feet. Newton, seeing this, comes in hard, grabbing hold of Bull’s head and landing the Fetal Ending!! Bull pops back up, staggered, but shockingly not down yet, so Newton hops up and lands a SECOND Fetal Ending!! This time, Bull crashes backwards like a chopped-down tree, landing on his back, as Newton scrambles over him to make the pin, hanging on tightly to keep him down…
1!!
2!!
THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: CLYDE NEWTON
Match Time: 18:21
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait a second, Newton cheated! He used something to hit Bull with, like brass knuckles!
CJJ: Can you say that with 100% certainty, Patrick? Don’t leave yourself open to a liable suit now.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is ridiculous! We have it on film! Somebody roll that clip back!
CJJ: Uh, er, no, we don’t need to do that, guys. Let’s just move on with the fact that Clyde Newton is still your X-Division Champion!
Despite CJJ’s protests, we do see a replay that clearly shows something hidden in Clyde Newton’s hand, wrapped around his fist. But there’s nothing that can be done, as we switch back to the live shot, where Newton is proudly out of the ring, raising up the X-Division Title and mocking the booing fans near him. Bull has sat up inside, rubbing his jaw, and looking annoyed. We break away.
His match was coming up soon but Ragnarok stood in the ring to address the crowd and lets them know what was on his mind.
Ragnarök: Thank you everyone for the warm Monday Night Smash welcome. I do not need to introduce myself for all you know I'm Ragnarök. I'm the guy that everyone wants to see and makes this company money and that's a Bonafide fact. However, I know you guys still have some reservation about me and not sure if I have turned away from my wicked ways and that's fair. Now if you recall last week, I stood backstage calling out J-Mont and of course I heard nothing back from him yet and not sure it will ever happen. He is too busy loving himself and build a empire of his own only to see it crashing down and being betrayed by his so-called friends. So, it got me thinking who I can call out next that will actually answer the call.
The crowd chants ENIGMA ENIGMA ENIGMA
Ha! that is a great suggestion, but I won't have time to call Enigma out because tonight after I win, I'll be seeing him at WrestleWars but that would be quite bold of me. Maybe y'all would like a preview of that match next Smash I'll leave that up to the man that runs the show. Anyway, this guy in my opinion is greater than Enigma. He has been called the G.O.A.T for a damn reason. He has battled every monster of this industry and survived to tell the story. Our journeys might have been very different, but we share one common desire to always push ourselves to the limit. This man just like myself is calling it quits at the end of this year after an impressive run. I respect the man known as Chris f****** Page and I am throwing out an invite for a battle with Ragnarök. You can pick the place, time and stipulation if you choose to accept of course. I'll be waiting I know you're a busy man and unlike J-Mont you won't make it a habit to run.
He tosses the mic into the crowd and rolls out of the ring and backstage to finish getting ready.
The Titantron lights up and you can hear a voice!
Voice: This following advertisement has been brought to you and paid for by THE FORTUNATE ONES!
The Titantron is showing a man who looks like a bum sitting on the ground, all beat up with a candle on his cupcake celebrating the big win of J Mont over Chris Page.
Voice: The newest member of Monday Night Brawl because they are the B SHOW of the WGWF is………..FRED KNIGHT from Sedona, AZ.
CJJ: Barrows letting all this talent go to Brawl. I think it's a good move on his part.
PATRICK MATHEWS: DUMBASS!!!!
Somewhere far, far away from the arena in a trailer park just outside Texarkana, Texas, the good side of Texarkana, to you and me, there is something strange going on with Bobby Ray Willis. There’s been a lot of strange things going on with him as of late, but this is the strangest of the strange and this is the reason that has kept him away from a WGWF ring, strangely.
Across the back of the couch rests a number of empty NyQuil bottles, amongst the discarded cartons of juices. You’ve got to keep a balance or something. From a sudden sleep awakens Bobby Ray Willis knocking into some of the bottles and cartons that surround him. His normally amazing looking hair is matted to one side and suffering from about the biggest case of bed head that has ever existed. He tears the sleeping eye mask from his face as he yells loudly across the trailer.
BRW: “This ain’t working, none of this is working!
That’s when Doll E Pardon makes her way into the room, she immediately gets a whiff of the stale air which has probably been filled with a funk that matches Bobby Ray’s appearance at this point. She looks to have it up to her absolute limit at this point with this whole thing.
DOLL E: “Good, maybe now it’s time for you to go on back to work and stop chasing this crazy idea of people in masks having it out for you. You’ve turned the extra bedroom into a combination Clint Eastwood-atorium and conspiracy theorist parade of pictures, it’s creepy in there. And since you’ve taken up residency on the couch, Cooper’s been sleeping in the car because he’s afraid to sleep in that room."
Bobby Ray doesn’t seem to be paying all that much attention to her.
BRW: “I can’t get back there… I can’t get to the place where the three people were. The next moment I get there I’m going to just rip the mask off of one of them.”
DOLL E: “Now you’re speaking crazy again, Bobby Ray.”
BRW: “Oh, it’s not crazy, Doll E. It’s what I’m going to do, it’s what I have to do. So many possible conspirators that are holding me back from achieving glory in WGWF. How can I possibly ever return to work at that place knowing that I have to look over both of my shoulders at all times?
Huh?
Impossible. One hundred percent impossible, Doll E. And look at this.”
That’s when Bobby Ray stands up, his entire lower half down to his knees has now been completely blurred out. You honestly cannot even tell at this point if he’s wearing shorts or letting everything just swing in the breeze. Doll E doesn’t have that much of a reaction, but then again she never really does.
DOLL E: “Great, back to this again. I can see everything.”
BRW: “No, no you can’t. It’s all been edited for TV. Get it? The WGWF Censors are just toying with me at this point. I’ve tried every possible thing on the internet in order to get back to that place in my dreams. I’ve eaten more fiber, I’ve listened to pink noise, white noise, blue noise… I’ve avoided eating heavy metals, I’ve done relaxation techniques and even went all in on that lucid dreaming thing. I’ve tried just about every single sleeping aid on the market.”
DOLL E: “Yeah, that blue noise was strange.”
Bobby Ray looks defeated as he shakes one of the bottles of NyQuil hoping for something magical to happen.
BRW: “Nothing’s worked. Well… one thing’s worked.”
Doll E looks a little confused for a second, but then her eyes get narrow.
DOLL E: “No, you’re not going to do that ever again. The doctor said that you’re lucky to still be standing after the last time, and we still haven’t gotten the stain out of the carpet. Bobby Ray Willis, you promise me that you’ll not attach that car battery back up to your nipples again. Promise me.
Promise.”
With her finger in the face of Bobby Ray, Bobby Ray nods his head and agrees. Doll E walks out of the room as the camera pans down showing that just above the blurry part that is probably his crack Bobby Ray has his fingers crossed. We fade to black.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the WGWF Smash Heavyweight Title #1 Contendership! Introducing first…
The lights in the arena go dark and music begins to play in the arena. The commentary team buzzes with anticipation, and when the bass drops, Samuel is propelled in the air and lands on the stage. His hat is glowing neon purple with a wolf on the front as well as the bandanna that covers the lower half of his face. He has on a sleeveless sweatshirt with the same glowing wolf. The short tights have the glowing wolf on the backside. His thick custom kick pads over his boots have the wolf to complete a custom look. Some of the people viewing him on their screen jeer him, but for the most part, he is still getting a mixed reaction.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’2” and weighing 187 lbs, from Miami, Florida, here is “THE LONE WOLF” SAMUEL CHATMAN!!
Samuel remained squatted down until after the pause in the bass and stood up and spun around and jumped in the air but landed as if mocking the audience and waves them off. He walks down the ramp with a scowl on his face and heads for the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and folds his arms while swaying his shoulders back and forth with the beat before sitting on the turnbuckle and extending his hand for a microphone. The arena remains dark with the singular spotlight on him. The music dies down, and Samuel howls in the air as he flashes his pearly white smile at the fans.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We haven’t seen Chatman in action since he was screwed out of the X-Division Title match at Last Chance by The Fortunate Ones.
CJJ: Oh, come on, he had the same chance to escape as everyone else did.
PATRICK MATHEWS: He got handcuffed to the steel asylum!
CJJ: A lot of people got handcuffed that day!
MEMPHIS BELLE: And his opponent…
The arena goes dark. The crowd is immediately excited, knowing that this is a homecoming for Ragnarok. He comes up from underneath the staging area before an explosion of fire lights the ramp up. The explosion knocks the lights back on as he stands at the top of the ramp before walking down.
MEMPHIS BELLE: standing 6’4” and weighing 276 lbs… from Baltimore, Maryland… here is RAGNAROK!!!
The crowd gives an extra cheer for the announcement of their city, as cheap heat is always a boost. Ragnarok gets up on the apron and acknowledges them, before heading into the ring to face Chatman.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ragnarok is looking to seize tonight’s opportunity, as he continues his final run in the wrestling business here tonight.
CJJ: He’s had some big wins since announcing that this is his final year in the business. But a victory tonight would be the biggest yet.
The bell sounds as Ragnarok and Sam Chatman stare across the ring from each other.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Here we go! Ragnarok and Chatman with the winner moving on to WrestleWars and challenging for the Smash Title.
CJJ: Huge opportunity for one of these two men.
Ragnarok and Chatman come out from their corner and circle each other before locking up center ring. Ragnarok drives Chatman back into the ropes using his size and strength. The referee lays the count to Ragnarok who gives a clean break at the four count. Ragnarok backs out toward the center of the ring where he calls out Chatman.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Chatman might need to rethink going straight up against Ragnarok.
Sam comes off the ropes where he and Ragnarok circle each other a second time before locking up. They jockey for position before Ragnarok drives Chatman back into a neutral corner. The referee once again lays the five count to Ragnarok who backs away at the four count. Ragnarok spouts out at Chatman. Sam nods his head and he comes out from the corner as they circle each other a third time and look to lock up but this time Chatman ducks under and takes a back waist lock and hoists Ranarok up in the air before driving him down into the mat. Chatman floats over into a front face lock before driving a series of knees into the forehead of Ragnarok. Chatman releases his front face lock and pops back up to his feet allowing Ragnarok to get to his knees where Chatman tells him to bring it to applause from the crowd.
CJJ: Both Chatman and Ragnarok are trying to establish some dominance in the opening minutes.
Ragnarok steps up to his feet. Chatman and Ragnarok circle each other and look to lock up only Ragnarok drives a boot into gut of Chatman! Ragnarok opens up with a series of right hands driving Chatman back into the ropes. Ragnarok shoots Chatman across the ring, Chatman bounces off the ropes ducking under a lariat from Ragnarok! Ragnarok spins around and is scooped up by Chatman and slammed down to the mat! Chatman looks to follow up with a standing moonsault only to have Ragnarok pull up his kness and drive them into the gut of Chatman! Ragnarok quickly locks the head and neck and transitions into an Inside Cradle.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Chatman kicks out to a gasp from the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ragnarok nearly scored the victory and the contenders for the Smash Title.
Ragnarok gets back to his feet picking Chatman up off the mat. Ragnarok drives Sam back into a neutral corner and begins to unload with a series of reverse elbows to the temple before popping Chatman in the mouth with a stiff right hand. Ragnarok hoists Chatman up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Ragnarok looks for a right hand but Chatman blocks and pulls Ragnarok into a front face lock where he peels off a Tornado DDT spiking Ragnarok head first into the mat!
Chatman manages a cover with a hook of the leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Ragnarok escapes with a kick out. Chatman doesn’t waste time in locking in a rear chin lock. The referee slides into position checking for a choke before asking Ragnarok to surrender. We see Ragnarok waving off the referee.
CJJ: Ragnarok refuses to surrender as Chatman continues to crank on the head and neck.
Ragnarok begins working his way back to his feet where he turns into the chin lock and looks for a Belly to Back Suplex, Sam Chatman flips over the back of Ragnarok landing on his feet! Ragnarok spins around blocking a right hand attempt by Chatman and it’s Ragnarok who drives a knee across the midsection before snatching Chatman by the throat! Ragnarok hoists Sam up in the air and drives him down into the mat with a Chokebomb!
Ragnarok makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Chatman pops a shoulder off the mat to a pop from the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Such a huge opportunity for both of these men, but only one is going to move forward and take on Enigma for the Smash Championship at the biggest show of the year for the WGWF.
Ragnarok gets to both knees and begins unloading with right hands to the forehead. The referee lays the count to Ragnarok who throws both hands up in the air at the referee’s four count. The official admonishes Ragnarok as he steps up to his feet. Ragnarok picks Chatman up off the mat and hurls him out to the floor.
CJJ: Ragnarok is taking it to the floor!
Ragnarok steps out to the ring apron and drops down to the floor as he stomps away at Chatman. Ragnarok reaches down picking up Chatman who he looks to fire him into the ring steps! Sam Chatman reverses and it’s Ragnarok that is sent crashing into the steel steps! Chatman looks to take advantage as he makes his way toward Ragnarok and begins stomping on him. Chatman picks Ragnarok up and drives him face-first off the ring apron. Chatman rolls Ragnarok back into the ring and climbs up on the ring apron. Sam Chatman springboards off the top rope with a picture-perfect Frog Splash crashing down on top of Ragnarok. The crowd roars as Chatman makes the cover with a hook of the leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
A huge gasp as Ragnarok escapes with a kick out at the last second.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ragnarok manages to kick out!
CJJ: It doesn’t get closer than that without the bell ringing.
Chatman begins getting back to his feet where he reaches down picking up Ragnarok. Chatman drives Ragnarok back into a neutral corner with a shoulder block. Chatman drives several shoulders to the midsection before he hoists Ragnarok up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Sam steps up to the middle ropes before stepping up to the top rope. Chatman looks for a Hurrincanrana! Ragnarok counters with a Powerbomb off the middle rope which drives Chatman violently in the mat! Ragnarok doesn’t release! He picks Chatman back up and drives a second powerbomb! Ragnarok maintains his grip hoists up Chatman and drives him down with a third powerbomb before stacking his shoulders to the mat.
1!!
2!!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: RAGNAROK
Match Time: 10:14
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PATRICK MATHEWS: And just like that, Ragnarok is set to face the winner of Enigma and Damage for the Smash Heavyweight Title!
CJJ: Those powerbombs are absolutely sick… but can Ragnarok deliver them on someone like Enigma? And Damage is even larger…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, he’s going to have his opportunity, main-eventing one night of WrestleWars!
Ragnarok gets up, looking like he expected this result all along. He is pumped, giving a yell to the crowd, as we cut away from the ring.
"Hello. My name is Hanari Carnes.
We start to hear celebrity voices speaking, as the flashes begin to show wrestling maneuvers taking place..
”When I see these guys write all this macho stuff I want to smash their heads.” - John Turturro
In one flash to the side, we see Jestyr Seryous, aka Johnny Stylez, taking down a wrestler with the Bedtime Story. He smiles, before fading away, as we shift to the side, where Lexi Gold lands the Ego Buster, rolling into the pin before disappearing again. Flying through the air, we see Samuel Chatman deliver the Wolf’s Howl, crushing his opponent into the canvas.
”I've always wanted to smash a guitar over someone's head. You just can't do that with a piano.” - Elton John
The flashes are coming quicker and quicker now. Corey Bull angrily tosses his foe with the Downward Spiral. .Gideon King puts a man to sleep with Checkmate. Synn plants an adversary with Bram Stoker, knocking them unconscious. Edward Grado dances through the light, before getting clocked from behind by Seth Stevens, who angrily continues the assault.
”When you see me smash somebody's skull, you enjoy it.” - Mike Tyson
On one side of the ring, we see The Fortunate Ones, with J-Mont standing proudly in the center. Clyde Newton raises the X-Division Championship over his head, while Amber Mansley grins ferociously at the competition. Sonya Benson and Shaun Hart exchange a smirk. On the other side, we see Johnathan “The Beast” Cable, Damage, and Ragnarok all standing separately, yet all are glaring over at The Fortunate Ones, ready to tear them apart.
”It’s time to unleash the destruction. Once again, welcome to Monday Night Smash.” - Jonathan Barrows
The last show shows Enigma appearing in the middle of the ring, sending a violent crack of light slashing in all directions as he wears the Smash Heavyweight Championship proudly. He is ready for all challengers to come his way, as wrestlers begin to climb the ropes on all sides. The war is joined, as the screen suddenly erupts in flames. When it finally dies down, we see the cheering sold-out crowd in the CFG Bank Arena in Baltimore, Maryland. Signs range from “It’s Unfortunate TFO Is Here!” to “I’m Ready For Ragnarok!”, as the camera moves along the ringside fans. We finally get around to the announce table, where our normal broadcasters are waiting.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hello, everyone at home! Welcome to an incredible night of professional wrestling! Welcome to Monday Night Smash!
CJJ: It’s good to be back, Patrick!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Back? Where did you go?
CJJ: No, I mean… we’re back on Smash.
PATRICK MATHEWS: But we didn’t go anywhere. It’s been the standard two weeks.
CJJ: Has it really? With all the shows and chaos coming out of them, I’d swear it had been a couple of months.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Nope, not at all! And tonight, we’re looking at one of the biggest Smash shows of the year so far, as both the Smash Heavyweight Title and the X-Division Title are on the line here tonight!
CJJ: Wooo, The Fortunate Ones are defending their belts!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Er… remember, CJJ, Enigma has left The Fortunate Ones…
CJJ: He’s going to come to his senses, Patrick. I just know it in my giblets.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I… well, okay then. We’ve also got a Smash Heavyweight Title #1 Contenders match lined up, as well as a Grudge match between Edward Grado and Seth Stevens!
CJJ: Grado should really let this one go. He’s completely outclassed by Stevens, and everyone knows it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t think many feel that way at all, CJJ.
CJJ: Then they’re all wrong.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Regardless, tonight is going to be an amazing night, and we’ve got so much to get to, let’s stop talking and get there!
CJJ: Personally, I think ratings would spike if we kept talking, but since I don’t want to get sore vocal chords, I’ll concur. Let’s get going!
When we cut to the parking lot we see the sight of three gargantuan monster trucks pulling up, their engines so loud people are covering their ears, even Denise Essex who has gotten the scoop already and is here to narrate us has to cover her ears up too.
DENISE ESSEX: *having to yell* HOLY CRAP FOLKS! IT LOOKS LIKE THE FORTUNATE ONES ARE ARRIVING IN STYLE AGAIN! HOPEFULLY THEY WILL LET ME GET A QUICK WORD WITH THEM.
The trucks come to a stop but remain idling, however the noise isn’t as loud anymore. Upon closer look we see a giant flag standing proudly upright in the back of Mont’s monster truck.
In contrast to the behemoth vehicles, an Uber Plus pulls up and out jumps Shaun Hart, Norris, and Smith. The trio are carrying various items and begin unpacking them. They barely have a chance to get settled when Denise is upon them looking for the scoop.
DENISE ESSEX: What is the meaning of these trucks? They can barely fit in here. And what’s all this other stuff?
SHAUN HART: I’m glad you asked those questions, so let’s get this over quickly. My friends and I are gonna play a game.
He gestures and Norris pulls out a hilariously small RC toy truck featuring Page.
SHAUN HART: Newton, J Mont, and Amber are gonna chase this little booger here *points to the Page tiny wiener truck* and whoever deals the deceive crushing of it wins the game. It’s gonna be fun fun fun!
Shaun motions and Smith takes the toy truck into the middle of the parking lot and sits it down. From here, Norris steps in and gives the countdown.
NORRIS: On your mark! Get set! GO!
There’s not near enough room to accommodate the three massive trucks but they gun the gas anyway and begin CRUSHING cars left, right, and center… just demolishing vehicles like they’re nothing.
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Mont runs over one very special vehicle - John Cable’s 1997 Ford Windstar!
The little weiner Page-mobile darts in between rows of vehicles, under them, goes around them. Amber almost cuts it off but the damned thing is small and agile, getting around just in the nick of time.
PATRICK MATHEWS: The property damage is going to go through the roof on this one!!
CJJ: But what a way to start the show!!
CJJ: I got word that something AMAZING is about to go down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I have a feeling this is where you kiss the ass of someone and the best time for me to take a #2 break.
CJJ: Haters gonna hate Patrick. If you could afford cable, you would have seen what happened to your man crush Page inside that Hell in a Cell.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well……………….
CJJ: Just what I thought. You have nothing to say. Just sit back and SOAK IT ALL IN!
After the Pyros and Firework show comes to an end, the smoke begins to clear up. The Spotlight hits the center of the entrance way. The Titantron Lights Up. The fans are on their feet and all zoned in on the Titantron.
LIGHTS!
CAMERA!
ACTION!
The Titantron shows a Flashback from Monday Night Brawl. A moment in the wrestling industry that will never be forgotten. A moment that will go down as one of the greatest endings of all time. So many people won a lot of money that night. Monday Night Brawl finally kept up in the ratings with Smash thanks to The Hell in the Cell Match. The Flashback airs!
J Mont steps up to the middle rope before being pulled to the top rope! Page has the sleeper locked in on the top rope when Mont manages a massive JKO off the top rope driving Page face-first into the barbed wire wrapped chair in the ring! Mont and Page lay on the mat to a thunderous “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chant directed toward both men who have laid it all on the line!
CENTURION: What a battle! What a war!
The referee is powerless to do anything as both Mont and Page lay motionless. The referee is in shock. Finally J Mont starts to stir first and rolls Page over where he drapes the arm over the chest of Page! The referee drops down into position.
1!!
2!!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JOE MONTUORI
Match Time: 49:21
The Titantron goes to a blank screen as the flashback comes to an end. The fans are BOOING because they know that it's only a matter of time before J Mont comes out. Colorful lasers are shooting all over the arena with the Spotlight still setting on the entranceway.
CJJ: We have finally rid ourselves of Page. The Fortunate Ones are stronger than ever right now.
PATRICK MATHEWS: They lost Enigma. They are weaker than ever.
CJJ: It’s only a matter of time before J Mont goes after Enigma because I believe he is next in line for a Smash World Title shot. He has beaten Page TWICE in a row NOW!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Of course you would think that.
Then the song “YOUR THE BEST AROUND” By Joe Esposito Hits! From the back, comes out, the one and only, J Mont. But he is not alone. J Mont is waving a TPW Flag at the top of the entrance way.
Talk about total disrespect to the WGWF. To the Owners. To the management team. To the talent in the back. The fans are letting J Mont know how they feel, but once again, this is what the man loves and thrives off of. The Pyros from behind are coming to an end, but the song continues to play. J Mont, dressed down today to most, but if you know anything about style, J Mont is wearing million dollar jeans. The Secret Circus Jeans are diamond encrusted which match the rolex he is wearing. The bling bling is on full throttle tonight. And to top it off, he is wearing a TPW Tee Shirt as well.
The fans are holding signs over the railings to get J Mont’s attention. The kids are yelling PG comments at J Mont. Some of the parents are telling him he sucks. Some of the wives are trying to get his number.
CJJ: These fans better be careful. J Mont is a man who could snap at any time as we seen and make an example out of one of them.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Someone needs to step up and take Mont out. And some of these parents need to Sue Mont til he is dead broke.
J Mont is halfway down the ramp because if you know J Mont, he takes his sweet ass time to get to the ring. There is no going over the speed limit with Mont. He loves the hate. He loves the attention. He loves doing it on his time. As J Mont observes the fans, he sees a little girl holding a Lexi Gold Doll over the railing. J Mont smirks into the camera and walks towards the little girl. J Mont drops the TPW Flag and Without hesitation, J Mont grabs the doll, and rips the head off the body.
J Mont then throws the head about 40 rows up and hands the headless Lexi Gold Doll back to the little girl who starts to cry like Candice Page did when she saw her hubby take that JKO that might have ended his career. The father is being held back by security but J Mont is telling them to let him through. And just a couple steps later, J Mont notices another young kid holding a John Cable action figure. J Mont shakes his head and now approaches the young fan. Snatching the John Cable action figure, J Mont throws it as hard as he could onto the floor as the action figure breaks into about 5 pieces. J Mont picks up the head of John Cable and hands it back to the young fan who looks on in shock and horror. J Mont is laughing like the devil right now.
CJJ: They need to do a better job of making these action figures. They are both cheap, but we all know that Lexi is a cheap date and that Cable can't afford anything worth a damn.
PATRICK MATHEWS: They both have plenty of money, and J Mont just ruined the night for 2 young fans. I am surprised the WGWF still has fans because of J Mont.
J Mont picks the TPW Flag back up from the ground and begins to wave it some more. Step by step, J Mont gets closer to the metal steps as he finally makes his way up. J Mont turns around and holds his arm in the air to signify he is the best. Now, entering the ring through the middle rope, J Mont climbs the first turnbuckle he sees and as he gets up to the top, he poses for all the fans who in turn, let out one of the loudest BOO chants in recent memory. J Mont waves the TPW flag some more for the fans. Finally, J Mont hops down off the turnbuckle and reaches through the ropes where he is handed a mic.
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
The fans won't let J Mont get a word in right now, but that's ok because J Mont is digesting all the hate. This is filling his tank and it's only a matter of time before the fans get tired of Booing and bored of saying it.
4 MINUTES LATER
The BOOS have finally died down. The TPW flag is placed onto the mat and J Mont raises the mic to his mouth.
J MONT: 198 Locktown Flemington Road in Jersey is where my bestie is tonight and will not be with us. She is busy getting things ready at her new Church and Graveyard for all the bodies and souls that The Fortunate Ones will be burying there. Sonya already has her first 2 bodies to bury in Chris and Candice Page. Sonya is very ecstatic about this too and I cannot wait til she can shovel the dirt on those 2 pieces of shit. We even had a custom TOMB made for the Page’s as well.
J MONT: When you put myself and Sonya together, you are talking about 2 of the greatest minds in the industry today. Everyone is trying to keep up with the Joneses in the real world. But in the wrestling world, everyone is trying to keep up with The Fortunate Ones. Everyone wants to be a HEEL right now, but until someone can do and top what myself and Sonya do for this industry, you will all be stuck with us for a very long time. You have the WGWF HEEL of the Year in Sonya. You have the TPW HEEL of the Year in Myself. That is a recipe that no one will ever be able to duplicate.
CJJ: J Mont for President in 2024!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s the end of the world as we know it!
J MONT: And speaking of TPW, I find it funny that the WGWF was scared to have me on the team because I am a so-called loose cannon that no one really likes. Shit, even Marshall over in TPW hates me but he knew having me on team TPW was the best move for business. And guess what? TPW Won because of me. I lit the fire under my team. They think I walked out on them, but all I did was get them more motivated and fueled to win. OK, maybe I took out JUNKO, but that stupid little Japanese girl had it coming. She said something to me in Japanese and I handled business. But, that is not the point right now. I gave the WGWF THE MATCH. I gave them THE WIN and they choked worse than the 49ers in the Super Bowl. They had a 5 on 3 advantage and they still lost. Great Job Candice, Chris and Barrows on picking a team. You had a better chance of throwing Coding Rhodes, Milk Mason, John Gable, John Blade and Flash Rotten as a team vs TPW then the worthless pieces of shit you picked. Sorry Clyde, that wasn't towards you. The other 4 are the reasons WGWF Lost. How do you lose a 5 on 3 match? How do you let a little egg roll get the pin on you? How do you lose when the best man in the whole match walks away? WGWF is pathetic and without The Fortunate Ones, you might as well shut the doors like Blockbuster.
CJJ: I bet you still use VHS tapes since you cannot afford Amazon Prime.
PATRICK MATHEWS: They need to shut the door on you and open it up for someone else.
J MONT: Tonight is a night for celebrations. Clyde Newton is the X Division Champion. Amber Mansley has a surprise for everyone that is going to get her back on track. Sonya Benson stuck it to Chris and Candice Page. Team TPW Won. I beat Page not once, but TWICE in a row. And to put all the doubters to sleep, I won the HELL IN A CELL with no help or interference. There is nothing Page can say now. He lost AGAIN! This is my show now. I am the KING of WGWF even though TPW won.
J Mont is waving the TPW flag again as the fans don't seem pleased with this at all. J Mont drops the flag again and gets back to business.
J MONT: But while The Fortunate Ones are on top of the world and things are going great, this is where the haters come out and run their mouths. Trying to hop onto our cotails because they can't do it themselves. We have 5 million followers on social media while they have 35. Point is, everyone wants to know what The Fortunate Ones are doing and what is next. No one gives 2 shits about what anyone else is doing. If there is a match involving The Fortunate Ones, you can bet your ass that everyone is invested in it. I mean, just look at Monday Night Brawl again. The advertisements PAID FOR by The Fortunate Ones is the reason that everyone on that roster is getting their monthly salary check. If we didn't do that, I am sure the checks would have bounced and chaos would have occurred. The Hell in the Cell Match was the highest rated segment in the whole show. You are welcome Candice.
J Mont turns his neck to the left, then to the right. He fixes his TPW tee shirt.
J MONT: So, since TPW won, they deserve a shout out. Thunder in Paradise 3, coming to you in Hawaii is where in the Main Event, you will see J Mont take on Junko, in the Trilogy match. No ropes. Electric Barbed Wire Match. The end of this feud, once and for all. The World Title is not the Main Event. The SEX CUP finals is not the Main Event. J MONT IS THE MAIN EVENT! Maybe you idiots will realize that I am best for business as is The Fortunate Ones. And it looks as if Wrestle Wars lost it’s Main Event for Night 2 since Candice Page jumped the gun and thought she could get one over on me since Dubois relinquished the Intercontinental Title before the show started on Monday. Booking me and Page in our Hell in a Cell to save the show Monday Night. The plan backfired and it showed just how bad Monday Night Brawl Needs some Mont in their life.
The fans do not agree with that comment by Mont.
J MONT: I guess this is as good as time to fill you all in on the big news involving myself and the WGWF.
APRIL 19th 2024
J MONT: This date is very important because that is when my contract with WGWF expires at midnight which means i will not be on Wrestle Wars, so that means one of the biggest PPV’s of the year is going to go to shit. Now, I had a match booked with Chris Page, even with no contract on hand, but that was personal and I was willing to take that risk to prove my point. There is no one else on this roster worth doing that for. Maybe if Enigma wants to stand face to face with me and put that Smash World Title on the line, I might consider an additional 2 days on my contract, but other than that, everyone else is a big TURD. I feel bad for Barrows because he is going to have to deal with AGENT BENSON if he wants to resign me. He knows he needs me and he knows what he has to do to get me to sign on the dotted line and stay on Smash. I know all you fans are going to miss me!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
J MONT: See, you are already missing me. But, enjoy the next month and half because I know I am. I am going to do what I want, when I want. The Fortunate Ones are going to take over both shows and there is no one that can stop us. Not even Monday Night Brawl, the B Show. Not even the faction they put together to stop us. They are the C Faction. The Fortunate Ones are the A PLUS faction and Smash is the A show because of that. If you don't agree with that, you can just kiss my ass because I don't care. I know who has run their mouth about me and they don't warrant their names being mentioned here tonight. But one thing that all these assholes have in common is that they can all get a big
FUCK YOU!!!!!
J MONT: I'm not scared, let alone want to waste my time with a bitch who hides behind a mask. I don't need to waste my time with a guy who doesn't even know who he really is. I don't have time for a girl with blonde hair who is as dumb as Kelly Bundy. I don't care about a guy who is on the Rag. And I know there is plenty more. You all need to get off my dick because this is all MIA’S! If you have a problem with this, tough shit. It’s always my way and that will not change. And, one more time, why would I want to waste my time with people who couldn't even win a 5 on 3 match? I am onto bigger and better things with my career as my time in the WGWF winds down before my contract expires. No matter the bull shit you spew out of your mouths, that will not invoke me to give you the spotlight and attention you are craving. J Mont and The Fortunate Ones dictate when someone gets our attention and a chance for fame. For now, you all can FUCK OFF and kiss my ass. I am on top of the world, and I am going to enjoy the Main Event and watch Clyde regain his X division championship!
J Mont drops his mic and picks the TPW flag back up. Waving it to the left and right. Back and Forth. THe WGWF fans are throwing anything they can into the ring. J Mont is dodging multiple items coming his way. The ring looks like a dumpster that was pushed over.
CJJ: These fans have no respect for the best in the business.
PATRICK MATHEWS: He is promoting and throwing TPW into the face of everyone affiliated with WGWF. THat is a big no no in the industry.
CJJ: J Mont made a statement tonight, if you paid attention.
PATRICK MATHEWS: He better worry about all the people he doesn't seem to care about right now that want his head on a stick.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Our first contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 10-minute time limit. Introducing first, standing 6’3” and weighing 260 lbs, from Boston, Massachusetts, here is “THE SURGEON OF THUGANOMICS” JOHN BLADE!!
The Time is now hit's to play as he walks out on stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans. He salutes and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his Chain to the ref to begin to fight.
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent, making his WGWF debut… standing 6’3” and weighing 230 lbs, from Kanazawa, Japan, here is “THE COLD-HEARTED ANGEL” KENJI MIYAMOTO!!
Black Tide’s “Warriors of Time” hits the sound system with the beginning “woooo-ooooo-ooooh” being sung by the crowd as the screens at the top of the ramp light up with scenes of anime that slowly transition to footage of our man in action in the ring and back again. Reginald Blake steps out from the backstage area, smiles and gestures behind him as “The Cold-Hearted Angel” Kenji Miyamoto steps out from behind the curtain dressed in a pair of jeans, t-shirt and a pair of sneakers, giving a small head nod bow to the left side of the arena, then the right.
The crowd erupt into cheers as Kenji holds a hand up in acknowledgment making his way down the aisle, following behind Blake who's speaking positive affirmations into the camera that's tracking them to the ring. Kenji climbs the steel steps and looks up at the crowd, hopping onto a turnbuckle from the outside whilst pyros begin to explode, the response from the crowd growing exponentially. He jumps back down, wiping his feet on the apron and springboarding himself into the ring as the music slowly fades out with Blake walking around the outside of the ring and Kenji taking himself to a corner, to await the bell.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We are kicking things off with Blade vs Miyamoto.
CJJ: Why do I feel like Blade and Grado would make for a great team?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Because you’re an idiot.
The bell sounds as Blade and Kenji circle each other. Blade looks for the lock-up but it’s Kenji who ducks out of the way. Blade spins around and is met with a series of palm strikes followed by a spinning back fist that sends Blade back into the ropes. Kenji comes forward and shoots Blade across the ring with an Irish Whip, Blade bounces off the ropes where he ducks under a swinging lariat by Miyamoto! Blade bounces off the near side and catches Kenji with a running shoulder block that sends him to the mat! Both men get back to their feet and Blade lands a spinning belly-to-back suplex driving Kenji into the mat! Blade pops back up to his feet throwing his right hand up in the air! Blade bounces off the ropes looking for a five-knuckle shuffle but Miyamoto rolls out of the way sending Blade driving his fist into the mat.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Kenji avoids one of the five moves of doom!
Kenji gets back to his feet followed by Blade. Kenji drives a boot to the midsection and takes Blade back into the ropes where he fires him across the ring, Blade bounces off the ropes and into a running sling blade by Kenji. It’s Kenji who makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Blade escapes with a kick out.
CJJ: Just a two for Miyamoto.
Kenji gets back to his feet where he picks Blade up off the mat and scoops up Blade before driving him down into the mat with a Mitchinoku Driver! Miyamoto rolls out to the ring apron and gets to his feet where he scales the turnbuckles and heads to the top rope.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Miyamoto is going to fly!
Kenji sizes up Blade and leaps off the top rope with a Leg Drop that Blade avoids as he rolls out of the way sending Miyamoto crashing and burning! Blade scurries to his feet where he stomps away at Miyamoto before picking him up off the mat. Blade unloads with a series of right hands before planting a boot to the midsection and dropping Miyamoto with a DDT!
Blade rolls Kenji over making the cover and hooking the near leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Miyamoto pops a shoulder off the mat.
CJJ: Kenji losing to Blade is like J Mont losing to Grado, it’s something that will never be forgotten.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I thought you were a J Mont supporter?
CJJ: I am, but even I can admit that was funny.
John Blade gets to his feet where he picks up Kenji from the mat and levels him with a stiff forearm smash which sends Miyamoto back into the ropes only to see Kenji explode off the ropes with a pump kick to the chest of Blade! Blade is sent sailing backward into the ropes. John bounces off the ropes and into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker by Miyamoto!
Kenji presses the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Blade kicks out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Another kick out by Blade. Dude is surprising me.
CJJ: He’s not only surprising you, but he’s also surprising all the ECWF… um… I mean WGWF fans as well.
Kenji gets back to a vertical base where he picks Blade up off the mat and shoot him into a neutral corner! Kenji charges in after Blade who throws a reverse elbow to the jaw of Miyamoto that staggers him backward and out toward the center of the ring. Blade comes out from the corner and takes Kenji up into the air with a Fireman’s Carry where he looks to plant him with the Attitude Adjustment!
Kenji floats over landing on his feet!
Blade charges with a lariat, Kenji ducks which sends Blade bouncing off he ropes and into a Superkick to the right knee taking it out from under Blade dropping John to his left knee. Kenji bounces off the ropes smashing Blade under the jaw with a V-Trigger!
Miyamoto makes the cover hooking the near leg.
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2!!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: KENJI MIYAMOTO
Match Time: 5:12
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PATRICK MATHEWS: A great debut for Kenji Miyamoto, and we might have another star on our hands!
CJJ: Hey, the WGWF only signs stars! Mostly…
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think we can expect big things from Kenji in the coming months.
Miyamoto gets his hand raised by the referee, looking over at Blade, as we cut away.
SYNN is sitting in the locker room, rocking back and forth, the match with Stylez looming. Her locker room is quiet, and lit only by a candle in the corner of the room.......that burns with a red flame.
Her black eyes stared a hole into the camera as she licked her lips, muttering something to herself.
Then, she jumps as a cell phone rings from somewhere. The one thing about being human she hated most...communicating.
She pulls the phone out of her gym bag, and looks at it. The screen illuminates her painted face.
Synn presses the answer button, but doesn't say anything. The voice on the other line speaks.
“I’ve been waiting for you. I respect your energy and ability. You’re new to our family and I’d love to show you just how tough things really are around here."
Synn's lip curls into a snarl. That snarl curls into a grin.
"Don't hunt what you can't kill."
She hangs up the phone, and throws it across the room. Her breathing increases.......she begins to shake. Into her arm, with her fingernail on her right hand, she carves RAGNAROK into her left forearm. It starts to bleed.
A cackle fills the scene as blood drops on the floor and the camera fades.
The Titantron lights up and you can hear a voice!
Voice: This following advertisement has been brought to you and paid for by THE FORTUNATE ONES!
The Titantron is showing a small individual in a mask, standing outside the ring, holding the ropes.
Voice: The newest member of Monday Night Brawl because they are the B SHOW of the WGWF is………..JOHN GABLE from OIL CITY, PA!!!!
CJJ: HAHA! J Mont is a mastermind!
PATRICK MATHEWS: All he is doing is starting more fires, when he already has a bunch he needs to put out.
The interior of the CFG Bank Arena has been sold out for the Monday edition of the Smash episode in WGWF. Baltimore, Maryland, has been a population that supports professional wrestling for a long time. WGWF has always been the home for that type of entertainment. With the audience's help, the entire arena has been sold out for this night, with the primary camera panning around to show the different demographics of their supporters. To speak more about the upcoming segment, the camera transitions the broadcast to the commentary team, Patrick Mathew and CJJ.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Welcome back to Monday Night Smash. I've been told that we have a scheduled segment with a Fortunate One member, "The Influence" Amber Mansley. Last week, she lost against Synn, but after her talk with Joe Montouri, she marched into our general manager's office and demanded to speak with him at once. Many are interested to see why she's so fired up suddenly, but there have been rumors that she has her sights set on a certain champion.
CJJ: In case you haven't noticed, Patrick, Amber Mansley is the reason for this very moment on Smash. She is the star of this episode and The Fortunate Ones are her family. They only want her to push herself into some very uncomfortable environments. Joe Montouri is a man who understands how this business works and he's taken her under his wing which is a blessing not many young rookies get.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, like I said, Amber Mansley requested- no. She doesn't have this time to speak her mind, so let's hear what she has to say.
"Break It Down" by Lil' Debbie plays from the venue's interior surround systems, and the audience of Baltimore immediately begins to boo by the sound of the music playing. Amber Mansley walks out from the backstage area to center stage inside the CFG Bank Arena standing on the stage with a microphone in her hand. She looks around to the rest of the losers chanting their usual insults to her but she looks completely confident in the sea of hatred. Of course, she's sporting a one piece body suit of glowing pink color with sparkling glitter to give it that shining effect once the spotlight singles her presence out as the rest of her environment becomes pitch black from the lights fading to black.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing at this time, representing The Fortunate Ones, "The Influence" Amber Mansley!
Amber walks down to the ring strutting her hips and standing tall on her Jimmy Choo high heels. She poses for the audience before walking over to the steel steps then walking along the ropes to wipe her feet. She moves through the ropes to enter inside the ring and receives a microphone from a ringside crew member. Once her music fades away, the audience continues to boo Amber Mansley but she paces back and forth clearly something on her mind is bothering her.
AMBER MANSLEY: You know I've had a long time to think. Two weeks to be exact of exactly what I wanted to do in WGWF. Joe was right. Where is the fire that I had? I've been too comfortable and I've allowed for people who should have never been on my level get one over me.
She shakes her head and closes her eyes when the audience continues to boo her.
AMBER MANSLEY: I don't need any of your comments right now. You think I got this far by listening to idiots like you?
Her rage infuriates the audience even more.
AMBER MANSLEY: No, I'm The Influence. Everything I do creates history and changes the landscape of this business. I'm the trendsetter here and speaking of setting trends, it's time I do something no one has ever thought of before. The Fortunate Ones has always been known to be involved in charitable work. Although we are at the pinnacle of this industry, we still do our good deeds and give back to the community.
CJJ: What a role model.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh bother...
AMBER MANSLEY: So tonight from Baltimore, I am giving the chance to a local talent who has been e-mailing my marketing team nonstop. Now now, I understand that I am the hottest star in this business but my staff deserve a little modicum of respect, no? Either way, Baltimore, give it up for your very own Kayla Nookson!
The audience applauds the young 20-year old rookie who stands in a corner waving her hands in appreciation of the audience supporting her. Amber claps and smiles happy to give another girl a shot until she drops the microphone and takes off in a charge before leaping high in the air to give her signature Running Bicycle Kick that plows her down to the canvas. Amber stands over her and kicks off her heels, removes her earrings and drops down to her right knee to start a series of punches down on her skull.
CJJ: That's right Amber! How dare she harass you and your staff! Teach her a lesson in respect!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What lesson is this? Amber is beating on a defenseless woman all for what?!
Amber rolls out of the ring and walks over to the ringkeeper's section. She shoves Memphis off of her chair and picks up the steel chair before holding it in her grasp. She walks over to the ring and referees run down from backstage to ringside attempting to stop Mansley from getting into the ring but they fail. Amber slides into the ring and holds the chair in her hands before swinging it over to clobber it on the head of Kayla who falls to the mat on her face unconscious and busted open from the chair. Amber drops the dented chair and medical rush into the ring to immediately check on the young girl's condition.
CJJ: Boom Shacka Lacka! Right on the money maker!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh my God! Amber Mansley nearly bent that steel chair over that gir's head in half. My God, we're going to get sued for sure now...
While the personnel are busy tending to the girl's medical condition, Amber picks up the microphone and holds the steel chair in her other hand.
AMBER MANSLEY: Oh and I almost forgot, consider this my official entry for the Blood Bath Championship.
Amber drops down the chair and "Break It Down" by Lil' Debbie replays from the venue's surround systems. The audience continues to boo Amber the moment she poses for the camera and she looks across the ring to medical helping the poor woman still bleeding from the chair shot.
CJJ: Yes! That's how you declare yourself for the WGWF Blood Bath Championship! This is exactly what Joe Montouri has been saying. Amber has that killer instinct in here and being bloodhound is exactly what she needs to be.
PATRICK MATHEWS: The Fortunate Ones once again showing why they are the most disgraceful stable in WGWF history. Absolutely no shame and no class whatsoever. I hope our general manager disciplines Amber Mansley because it was too far she went tonight.
SMASH comes back with Johnny Stylez already in the ring.
"Yen" by Splipknot hits. The arena goes dark and a mist begins to engulf the landscape.
"You're the sin that I've been waitin' for
The hands around my throat
It's all I can think about
The smell of sweat and blood"
CJJ: Here she comes!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This woman gives me the creeps.
CJJ: I think that's what she's shooting for.
SYNN walks out onto the ramp, a deadpan expression as she stares at the ring, tilting her head side to side. She slowly walks to the ring like impending death, before sliding into the ring under the ropes and slithering to the middle.
This is the first time we see a smile, a twisted and demonic one. The demon pops up and goes to the corner and waits for her opponent or licks her lips at her opponent if they are already in the ring.
CJJ: The former OCW World Champion has her work cut out for her here. Stylez is no joke.
PATRICK MATHEWS: They are both lunatics, and this one will not be for the faint of heart!
As the bell tolled, the wrestlers circled each other, eyes locked in a deadly dance of anticipation. Johnny Stylez struck first, lunging forward with lightning speed, aiming a vicious clothesline at SYNN's head. But she was ready, ducking beneath the blow and countering with a devastating kick to Stylez's gut. He staggered backward, clutching his midsection in pain, but quickly regained his composure, launching himself back into the fray with renewed ferocity.
The match descended into a brutal back-and-forth, each competitor trading blows with bone-crushing force. SYNN unleashed a flurry of strikes, her fists a blur of motion as she battered Stylez from pillar to post. But he refused to stay down, fighting back with all the tenacity of a cornered animal. The crowd was on their feet, caught in the grip of the savage spectacle unfolding before them. An uppercut from Stylez bloodies her lip.
CJJ: She's bleeding, Pat!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The demon queen has been busted open here, as Stylez draws first blood!
Stylez gained the upper hand, seizing SYNN by the hair and hurling her across the ring with a savage toss. She crashed to the mat with a sickening thud, but before Stylez could capitalize on his advantage, she was back on her feet, a wild grin on her blood-smeared face. With a primal roar, she charged forward, meeting Stylez head-on in a collision of flesh and fury.
The two wrestlers grappled fiercely, each struggling to gain the upper hand. Stylez unleashed a barrage of strikes, his fists raining down on SYNN like a hailstorm of pain. But she refused to yield, fighting back with every ounce of strength she possessed. Stylez charges, and Synn hits a drop toe hold, driving his face into the matt. She immediately picks him up and hits a suplex. The ring trembled beneath their combined weight, the canvas slick with sweat and blood as the battle raged on.
CJJ: These two are trying to kill each other in that ring! I've never seen two competitors go at it like this in their FIRST match against each other!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Synn is bleeding from the mouth pretty steadily here! That uppercut may have done more damage than initially thought!
SYNN seized her moment, driving Stylez to the mat with a thunderous spinebuster that echoed through the arena like a clap of thunder. She wasted no time, mounting him with savage ferocity, raining down blows upon his defenseless form with merciless abandon. The crowd roared their approval, swept up in the frenzy of violence unfolding before them.
1
2!
Kickout by Stylez!
Stylez refused to go down without a fight, summoning reserves of strength he didn't know he possessed. With a desperate surge of energy, he threw SYNN off of him, sending her sprawling across the ring with bone-jarring force. He rose to his feet and stared at her bloodied and bruised face. A feral glint in his eyes as he advanced on his fallen opponent.
SYNN met his gaze with a defiant snarl, rising to her feet with grim determination. The two wrestlers stared each other down, the tension between them palpable as they prepared for the final showdown. With a primal scream, they launched themselves at each other, locked in a deadly embrace that would determine the outcome of the match.
In a breathtaking display of skill and strength, SYNN executed an arm drag, trapping Stylez in a vicious cloverleaf submission hold. With a knee driven into his back, she wrenched him mercilessly, his screams of agony echoing through the arena. But Stylez refused to submit, his will to win driving him to endure the pain no matter the cost.
The match descended into chaos as SYNN and Stylez traded blows with increasing ferocity, each refusing to back down an inch. They exchanged holds and submissions, each maneuver executed with precision and skill, but neither could gain a decisive advantage. SYNN locked Stylez in a brutal armbar, but he refused to submit, gritting his teeth against the pain as he struggled to break free.
CJJ: These two bringing a new level of intensity to smash!
With a sudden burst of strength, Stylez powered out of the hold, launching himself at SYNN with a savage roar. He drove her into the corner of the ring, raining down blows upon her with relentless fury, but she fought back with every ounce of strength she had. With a mighty shove, she managed to break free, staggering back into the center of the ring, blood streaming down her face from her mouth.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Nobody bleeds like that from the mouth, CJ! Synn may have some internal bleeding here!
The sight only seemed to fuel SYNN's determination as she launched herself at Stylez with renewed ferocity. She unleashed a flurry of strikes, each one landing with bone-crushing force, but Stylez refused to go down without a fight. With a sudden twist, he grabbed SYNN by the waist and hoisted her into the air, slamming her down onto the mat with a thunderous powerbomb that shook the entire arena.
CJJ: Good lord, the impact. She may be a freak but at the end of the day, she is a female. Her anatomy has gotta be rattled here!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Massive powerbomb by the clown and it could be curtains for the demon here!
The crowd gasped in horror as SYNN lay sprawled on the canvas, her body wracked with pain.
Stylez hooks the leg.
1
CJJ: It's over!
2
PATRICK MATHEWS: Looks like it
3-----SYNN GETS A SHOULDER UP!
CJJ: HOW IN THE WORLD DID SHE KICK OUT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maybe she isn't human!
With a primal scream, she rose to her feet, her eyes blazing with determination as she faced off against Stylez once more. The two wrestlers locked eyes, the tension between them palpable as they prepared for the final showdown.
With a sudden burst of speed, SYNN charged forward, catching Stylez off guard with a lightning-fast series of strikes that left him reeling. She seized him by the arm and whipped him into the ropes, but before he could react, she was upon him, trapping him in a cloverleaf! The crowd held its breath as she transitioned seamlessly into a cradle DDT, driving his head into the mat with bone-crushing force.
CJJ: OUT OF NO WHERE
PATRICK MATHEWS: HERE IT COMES!
With a sudden twist, SYNN transitioned seamlessly into a cradle DDT, driving Stylez's head into the mat with bone-crushing force.
BRAM STOKER!!!!!!!
Synn falls into a cover...
CJJ: PIN HIM! PIN THE CLOWN!
1!
CJJ: YES!
2!
PATRICK MATHEWS: YES!
3!
DING DING DING
The crowd held its breath as the referee counted the pin, each second ticking by in agonizing suspense. And then, with a thunderous roar, the final count came: one, two, three.
SYNN collapsed to the mat, battered and bloody but victorious.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: SYNN
Match Time: 12:42
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Synn gets the win, but neither wrestler is looking like they're in good shape after that contest!
CJJ: I think we're going to need a couple of stretchers out here! And maybe an ambulance!
The medics rush into the ring, checking on both wrestlers, as the cameras cut away to an actual commercial break.
We return to the arena, as the cameras focus on the announce table.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I am just being told over my headset that we need to turn our attention to the titantron momentarily.
CJJ: What in the world could possibly be happening now?
The sound of metal clinked together as the voice of Clyde Newton takes over the arena.
CLYDE NEWTON: You tried to shackle me confined by restrictions. Did you think I was going to forget that you tried to diminish my chances of walking away with the X-Division title held high?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I guess he could only be speaking about one person.
The image has finally caught up to the audio as we see Clyde Newton sitting in an unknown location somewhere within the confines of the arena. It was quite difficult to make out where he was sitting due to the dark lighting surrounding him except for the lonely light illuminating just his facial expressions.
CLYDE NEWTON: I will say it was a crafty decision to subject me to handcuffs but… You really think this is the first time I have ever worn them? I grew up in the streets surrounded by nothing but criminal activity on every corner. I didn't grow up wealthy so you are damn right we needed to take a few things here and there we couldn’t afford.
CJJ: Not sure where he is going with this but the fans are letting him hear it.
YOU SUCK NEWTON, SCREW YOU.
YOU SUCK NEWTON, SCREW YOU.
YOU SUCK NEWTON, SCREW YOU.
They rained down disapproval from the highest peak of the stadium making sure he knew what they thought.
CLYDE NEWTON: You will never stand in the champions way Damage that I can promise. If you have something to say you know where the fuck to find me. Just follow the dollar signs…
Suddenly, a huge pop raises from the crowd as Damage makes his way through the crowd. Damage is dressed in all black Shirt and Jeans. He jumps over the the barricade to the delight of the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well Here comes the Untamed Demon.
Damage reaches the ring and climbs over the apron and gets inside the ring by stepping over the top rope. Damage has a microphone in his hand and he raises his hand with the microphone and starts to speak.
DAMAGE: WOW!... Mr. Clyde, One week I missed my presence at smash, I think you have grown balls to speak about me and your accomplishments. Appreciable, Now Why don’t you collect the balls that you have grown last week and walk down the hallway and get inside the ring and face the Untamed Demon eye to eye and say the same things that you said…
CJJ: This is getting Interesting… Now!
The crowd gives a huge pop for this as Damage pauses as his cold eyes are still locked on Clyde Newton on the titantron. He paces back and forth as he recollects some words.
DAMAGE: The fact of the matter is Mr. Clyde, at Last chance you are a champion all because of one man and you have to say your thanks to your Boss, Mr. Joe Montouri. Guess what Mr. Clyde, Mr. Joe is Marked man, I don;t care whether Mr. Chris has finished him with or not, I will get my vengeance at the right place and right time. Now coming back to you, Mr. Clyde, Why don’t you collect the balls that you claim and put the championship on the line at wrestle wars in a Chamber of Horrors Match?
The crowd starts to chant “NEWTON GOT NO BALLS” all over the arena as a small smirk comes and vanishes from the face of Damage, to which only aggravates the anger in the face of Clyde Newton on the Titantron.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is becoming a kind of personal issue here. Now the question is, will Newton accept the challenge?
DAMAGE: Guess what? Mr. Clyde, I will give you this whole week to accept the challenge, Inform me when you are man enough to accept my challenge.
NEWTON GOT NO BALLS.
NEWTON GOT NO BALLS.
NEWTON GOT NO BALLS.
They rained down chants from the highest peak of the stadium making sure he knew what they thought. As Damage places the microphone down on the apron and get down the ring by stepping over the top rop and jumps the barricade and vanishes among the crowd
The Titantron lights up and you can hear a voice!
Voice: This following advertisement has been brought to you and paid for by THE FORTUNATE ONES!
The Titantron is showing a blonde hair woman who looks to be a total mess and someone that no man wants a piece of.
Voice: The newest member of Monday Night Brawl because they are the B SHOW of the WGWF is………..LEXI FOLD from Los Angeles, CA!
CJJ: Trailer Park Trash is what I see there.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Call the Fire Dept. These fires that The Fortunate Ones are lighting will need help being put out.
We cut back to the Smash interview area where the crowd pops huge to find Denise Essex standing by with Edward Grado.
DENISE ESSEX: Joining me at this time is none other than Edward Grado!
Edward screams out at the top of his lungs.
EDWARD GRADO: VICTORY!
The yell from Grado takes Denise Essex by surprise.
DENISE ESSEX: You haven’t won yet, Edward. The match hasn’t happened.
Confused by this, Edward asks.
EDWARD GRADO: It hasn’t?
DENISE ESSEX: No Edward, it hasn’t. I was trying to get your comments before you finally get your hands back on Seth Stevens in what is being billed as a grudge match.
EDWARD GRADO: Oh? A grudge match? What’s that?
Denise merely shakes her head.
DENISE ESSEX: It’s a special match stipulation set up by GM Barrows.
EDWARD GRADO: Don’t like that…
Suddenly Edward hears the sweet sounds of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” which immediately grabs his attention as he starts to strut ass toward the gorilla position leaving Denise Essex standing with her microphone in hand.
DENISE ESSEX: I guess it’s back to ringside.
We fade out to the entry ramp where the crowd erupts upon Edward Grado dancing through the curtain.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sing it loud! Sing it proud! It’s… GRAAAADDDDDOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Seth Stevens is suddenly seen running down the ramp with a steel chair in hand! The crowd erupts with boos as Seth runs down the ramp and waffles Grado across the back with the chair! The music fades out as Grado crumbles to the floor at ringside. Seth begins waffling Grado with repeated shots from the steel chair before sliding the chair into the ring. Seth drops to one knee tosses the ring apron back, and pulls out a trash can. Seth hurls it in the ring over the top rope before turning his attention back toward a downed Grado.
CJJ: YES! Seth is putting this chump in his place!
Stevens picks Grado up and tosses him into the ring under the bottom rope before sliding into the ring and getting to his feet. The referee tries to intervene but Stevens lays him out with a Superkick! The crowd erupts with loud boos toward Stevens as he picks up the Steel Chair once again. Edward begins pushing himself up off the mat and back to one knee before stepping up to a vertical base. Edward spins around where Stevens cracks him over the head with a vile chair shot that dents the seat of the chair and drops Grado where he stands.
Stevens cuts his eyes across the massive crowd that boo him for his actions.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stevens is relentless in this assault, but why? Why go this far?
CJJ: Grado asked for this, remember? Maybe someone should tell him that he probably shouldn’t pick fights with guys that can whip his ass.
Stevens looks down at a busted open Edward Grado and he’s not finished. Seth places Edwards head in between the seat of the chair for a Pillmanizer. Stevens backs up into a neutral corner and hops up on the middle ropes.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Don’t do it, Seth!
Seth leaps off the middle rope with a stomp down on the legs of the chair crushing Edward’s neck in the process! The crowd roars with loud boos as we see EMT’s and Trainers immediately slide into the ring checking on Grado. Seth reaches down picking up Edward’s fannypack. The crowd boos loudly as Seth hoists it up in the air like it’s a major prize while the EMT’s and Trainers start to carefully work on Edward getting the chair from around his neck.
Seth makes his way over to the trash can. He grabs it and sets it on it’s bottom.
Stevens holds the Fannypack over the trash can before dropping it down into the can. He digs into back pocket pulling out a small tube of something before pouring it into the can. Stevens reches into his front pocket and pulls out a book of matches. Seth strikes a match and tosses it into the can causing the contents inside to catch fire. A stretcher makes it to ringside and Grado is loaded up as we cut away after this vile action by Seth Stevens.
In the backstage area, Lexi Gold roams the hallway, searching for John Cable. She's dressed casually, sporting a cropped from her merchandise t-shirt, along with leather leggings and heels. As she nears her locker room, she spots a figure approaching from a distance, causing her to stop in her tracks. It was as though she had encountered a ghost. As the figure gets closer, you can smell the Dolce and Gabbana cologne and see the shine from the Rolex on the wrist. It can only mean one man.
J Mont: Ahhhh. Lexi. Lexi. Lexi. One of the few women in this business I never expected to cross me.
Lexi crosses her arms and looks him in the eye.
Lexi Gold: “Ah, so you did catch what I said about you in the ring after all. It’s about damn time. What I said shouldn’t have surprised you. I mean, you know the kind of person I am and what I stand for. Creating too many fires in an attempt to burn down this company like you’ve been doing is not one of them.”
J Mont smirks at Lexi and does an impersonation of a firefighter shooting water on the fire.
J Mont: What surprised me the most Lexi was the fact you would just throw away a friendship with my wife Mia to work with all the people who have no business even being here in the WGWF. One by One i am going to eliminate all the dead weight, but I am doing that ON MY TIME. I don’t listen to anyone or do what anyone says. If you want to join forces with the enemy, then I will give you the common courtesy right now and apologize for what will happen to you. But remember you chose the sides, i didn’t. Anyone not with The Fortunate Ones will be in the fire and burn.
She shakes her head, feeling a surge of anger course through her veins listening to his words.
Lexi Gold: “That’s your problem J Mont, you don’t listen. You are so self-absorbed that you don’t care about the harm you are causing to everyone around you. Unlike some people here, I’m not scared of you. Trust me, I’ve been face-to-face with demons before and they are far more intimidating than you. You’re so eager to play with fire. Well, I’m ready to join the game.”
J Mont starts to laugh because of a thought that came to his head.
J Mont: Maybe I need to call up Mike Mason and ask him how to make some SnakeSkin Boots. Because you are really looking for an ass kicking if you want to get in my way Lexi. I'm not here for laughs with you about Scrunchies or Dolls. I am here in the WGWF for Money and Power, which we have in The Fortunate Ones. You hitched yourself to the wrong team. You guys are acting like the 49ers thinking you are about to win the big game, then POOF…..it's over with. The better team wins, which is The Fortunate Ones. Myself, Clyde, Amber And my bestie Sonya are one of the best factions of all time in this industry. I cannot believe there are people stupid enough to even try to stop us. Guess, that makes you stupid too since you joined the losing team.
Lexi Gold: “Wait, wait, let me know if I heard you correctly. You are considering calling up Mike Mason. A guy who tucked his tail between his legs and vanished from the company, because he couldn’t cut it as a wrestler anymore, yet I’m the stupid one, huh? If you are going to threaten me, at least use someone of name value.”
J Mont looks around, then lets out a burst of laughter.
J Mont: Poor Lexi. You don't realize right now that I am saving your life. My bestie Sonya wants to stomp a mudhole into your face. She wants to rip the head off of every doll you have. She wants to shave your head bald and feed you your blonde hair till you shit it out of yourself. I told Sonya to hold off until I actually had a conversation with you. But from the looks of things, it sounds as if I should tell Sonya that it's time to play ball. Better yet, maybe me and Sonya will hold your arms behind your back so that John Blade can get a real good Romeo kiss on you. At least he doesn't hide behind a mask.
Without uttering another word, she delivers a hard slap across his face for his disrespectful comments towards her. J Mont looks at Lexi and laughs because she has no idea who is not too far away. From OUTTA NOWHERE, here comes Mia. Lexi takes off down the hallway, leaving the King and Queen to figure out their next chess move.
J Mont: Guess Lexi doesn’t want to play the game. You are the real Queen Babe. She is just a TRASHY BITCH!
J Mont and Mia lock lips as the cameras shift away.
CJJ: Lexi just signed her own death certificate.
Patrick Matthews: Mia is not a wrestler. Lexi is going to show her who the true Queen is.
CJJ: All hail QUEEN MIA!!!!
Patrick Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen incase you are just now joining us earlier in the evening there was a rather brutal matchup that took place between one of the newest sensations on the SMASH roster in Synn and that arrogant ass-clown Je$TyR SeRyOu$ that as I’m sure many of you have guessed at this point ended in wild fashion!
CJJ: YEAH BOTH OF THEM COULD BE…SeRyOu$Ly HURT!!! HAHAHAHA
Partrick Matthews: Wait…stop no what are you doing? It’s not even funny when HE says it!
CJJ: Patrick you should really learn to laugh man you are gunna give yourself a conniption…Wait does that mean if you croke and I have to do your job too, does that mean I’ll get two pay checks?
Patrick Matthews: A little reverence or at the very least respect DINKUS, because we are about to cut backstage where both Synn and Johnny Stylez also known as Jestyr Seryous are being loaded into the back of an ambulance where both will seek further medical attention for what we can only assume at this point are serious injuries, and we here on behalf of the entire SMASH team sincerely send them both nothing but our very best wishes! These men and women come out here every night and put it all on the line for the sake of our entertainment and when stuff like this happens to say it is unfortunate is a very big understatement!
CJJ: So wait two seconds ago Johnny Stylez was an ass-clown and now you are keeping him in your prayers? Patrick you are the very reason most wrestlers hate wrestling fans…You are such a HATER!
Patrick Matthews: CJJ FOR GODS SAKES MAN THIS ISN’T ABOUT ME OR YOU! Two of our biggest up and comers are seriously hurt, is it too much to ask that you take even just a moment and for once in your life try and be…
CJJ: SeRyOu$?
Patrick Matthews: Oh MY…SHUT UP! Wait…Ladies…Ladies and gentlemen we need to cut backstage right now we are told something is going down, LIKE RIGHT NOW!!!
Suddenly we cut backstage where we see the on staff medical team pushing the stretchers that are holding the severely injured bodies of Synn and Je$TyR SeRyOU$. Two men wheel the stretchers in front of the parked ambulance that already has it’s red lights on and flashing. THe man pushing Jestyr’s stretcher walks up to the back of the ambulance after a few moments of waiting for the doors to open. THe man walks up rolls his eyes and mutters a few curses under his breathe as he then balls his hand into a fist and pounds on the back of the ambulance.
After the third hard pound suddenly the door violently swings open catching the EMT off guard and smacking him right in the face. THe man falls backwards clutching at his face, and by the time he looks forward to see what’s going on he sees the well known associate of Je$TyR SeRyOU$, adult film star Peyton Preselee who has adopted the name Ms. BeHaVe as of late. Her face is painted up just like Je$TyR’s and she is holding a black tactical shotgun as she motions for the EMT’s to back their silly asses up or something bad will happen.
Over Behave’s shoulder we are able to see the driver of this here ambulance handcuffed to the steering wheel with duct tape over his mouth. We then hear the live audience gasp as we see Je$TyR SeRyOu$ and SyNN sit up almost simultaneously after BeHaVe cuts both of their straps enough to where they can sit up and finish freeing themselves.
Jestyr gets to his feet first as we hear the audience erupt in a chorus of boos as he looks directly into the camera and flashes that trademark arrogant smirk that just turns ur F’n stomach! HE then walks right passed the small medical team of three dudes who are standing there practically pissing themselves as Ms. BeHaVe is on crowd control with that shotgun.
Jestyr brushes passed what the WGWF passes off as medical professionals and grabs the collar of the camera man and jerks him closer towards the ambulance. We see the camera make quick and erratic jerking motions as we see Jestyr throw him towards the back of the ambulance as Synn makes it to her feet. She looks at the innocent people standing around with their hands raised trying so hard not to urinate themselves. You can tell by the look on her face she doesn’t exactly approve of this shit, so the look she shoots Je$TyR is an icey one. Jestyr immediately notices and chuckles to himself. He shakes his head with a wild look in his eyes as he says…
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: This was always the plan MiSS MaM! If you wanna do what we talked about this is the way we do it! As promise no one will be…SeRyOu$Ly HuRT!
Jestyr then once again looks dead into the camera and offers a slight wink as we cut back out to a perfect shot of Je$TyR SeRyoU$ on one side and Synn on the other. Je$TyR then with a sense of urgency pleads…
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: SO what’s it GuNNa Be MaM??? YoU IN OR YOU OUT? If you leave fine have fun being boring biding your time for one of them to cut you a break none of em wanna cut you…Or you can come with me, and I promise you FIREWORKS, followed by lots and lots of trouble to get into…? So IN OR OUT cause time is kinda a factor here mi lady?
Synn’s lip curls into a snarl. She had gotten the shit end of the stick for FAR too long. She grabs the shotgun away from Peyton and opens her mouth, sticking it inside. Ms. Behave’s eyes go wide, but Je$tyr stands there, grinning. Synn looks at Peyton and her finger dances ever so slightly on trigger.
Synn then whips the shotgun barrel out of her mouth and grabs the former porn star around the shoulders, shoving the barrel against her head. Ms. BeHave screams.
Je$tyr Seryou$: HEY, WOAH!!! YOU BeTTeR TaKe It Ea$y THeRe MaMa, that there’z the only BeHaVe I GoT! And I have no phuckin clue where I could find another! SO HoWZ BoUT WE TaKe A MoMeNT WE CLeaRLy DONT GoT and DiSKuSS THIS, HuH?
Synn slowly takes the barrel of the gun down and smiles. She licks Peyton’s face before patting her on the head. She walks over and sits down, Indian style, in the back of the ambulance.
SYNN: So……where to?
Jestyr shoots a look of pure excitement with a goofy ass smile at Ms. BeHaVe who does NOT appear to be amused as the clown says…
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: HA! Told you she wouldn’t punk out! YoU OWe Me THREE BOXES OF GUSHERS!..And you better pay up twat I WILL PHUCK YOU UP!
Synn: CLOWN!!!
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: OHHH RIGHT MY BAD!...Yeah well we are going where I told you we was…Like literally 45 seconds from here!...Look right over there!
Camera pans out to show the row of monster trucks driven to the arena by JMONT’s GiRL SCoUT TRooP most of you assbags refer to as
???THe FoRTUNaTe OnEZ???
…HA YEAH, We’LL SEE ABOUT THAT!!!
Camera then cuts back inside the ambulance where Jestyr unlocks the cuffs of the driver, opens the door and uses his foot to shove the driver outside where Behave tells him to stay on the ground. Jestyr then plops down in the front seat as SYnn takes her seat shotgun and they look at these larger than life monster vehicles, and Synn is shaking her head NOT HAPPY about this shit either. Je$TyR on the other hand you can tell by the way his eyes are darting from one thing to the other as his wicked grin seems to creep across his face more and more with each tick of every tock. Jestyr senses Synn’s unease so, of course he makes the wrong move and opens his mouth.
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: Something troubling you DeaR???
Synn: Yes, actually. Something is troubling me dearly……..
Synn cocks her head, looking at the trucks in front of them.
Synn: Why haven’t you shared any gushers?!
She cocks the shotgun and talks towards the Monster trucks.
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: Well I need ole “BaD BeT” BeHaVe over there to pay up, and well as a token of our new partnership you can go ahead and call at least one of them boxes as your own!...Anything else? Cause I like to think I’m really…I dunno, approachable I think? Yeah THAT’S THE ONE!
Synn looks over at BeHave, then back at the clown.
Synn had, for her entire career, fought for good. Fought to destroy bullies, and to clean rosters of their trash. She just had a ‘different’ way of going about it. The Fortunate Ones were bullies, but she couldn’t fight this fight alone. She looks at the only man on the roster who just may be crazier than her, who had pushed her, physically, further than she had ever been……….
Sometimes, you need to fight fire with fire.
Synn: I’ll get the gas cans.
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: No NeeD THeRe MaMa, see the moment those D-BaGZ drove up in these gaudy monstrosities I knew we were gunna need to switch to plan B, and thanks to MuRPHy’Z LaW when you are pulling off a caper such as this you always need a plan B, and most times D & C but today B was more than enough cause see…If they didn’t have their heads so far up J-NoTSOFULLmonty’s rear end they would have paid closer attention to small little details like SeCuRiTy, cause uhhh…
Scene then switches to earlier in the evening. We see the members of the FoRTuNaTe ONEZ exit their vehicles and give each other high fives as this evening they seem particularly proud of themselves, which makes all of this much more enjoyable. After a few moments we see Je$TyR and BeHaVe sneak up and begin to plant wireless explosives all around the trucks mostly near the fuel tanks. The scene then quickly cuts back inside the ambulance where Je$TyR fires up one of his prerolled blunts and takes a hit French inhaling it and then blowing the smoke from his nostrils as he attempts to pass it to Synn as he continues…
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: SO yeah, so here we are. One small push of a button…THIS BUTTON more specifically..
Jestyr’s freehand reaches over as we see another one of those EASY BUTTONS. There is a purple post-it note attached to it. It says
TAP ONCE 4 CONFIRMATION
TAP TWICE FOR…BOOM!!!
Synn looks at him curiously as he nods in her direction bidding her take the blunt and the EASY button. She looks at him and almost laughs to herself as she…Synn takes the easy button as Jestyr pulls the blunt back hitting it once more than pretty much forces her to take it. Jestyr puts both hands on the steering wheel and cranks the engine, it roars on as ROCK IS DEAD BY MARYLIN MANSON begins blaring over the speakers as Jestyr faintly turns it down as he explains.
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: Look I know this aint your usual cup of tea, so I went ahead and took care of the particulars on this one. You and I share similar frustrations, that we don’t have to take. SO here is how we are gunna play this, K…You go ahead and press that button. Incase you doubt me in anyway the first time you press it should tell you everything you need to know…So go ahead press it!’
Synn looks at Je$TyR almost with confusion as she presses the EASY button firmly once. The button lights up and we hear a little jingle followed by the INFAMOUS
LiKe a GooD NeIGHBoR STaTe FaRM i$ THeRe!!!
Jake FROM STATE FARM: How can I help ya Johnny?...Or Jestyr?
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: Either will suffice Jake, we’re homies! Now if you would please…Tell my new AMiGo HeRe what happens if she presses that Ea$y BuTToN TWICE?
Jake FROM STaTe FaRM: Um…It goes BOOM? I thought you made a POST-IT?
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: NO! NOT WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENS DIPWAD! Like what happens to those overpampered tallywhackers who “RENTED” all this twisted steel and redneck sex appeal over there?
Jake From State Farm: Ohhh they are FUCKED! JMONT is the only one who could afford the insurance!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: All we needed to know Jake…Thanx BUD! Tell MAHOMES I hope he gets dandruff!
Jake From State FARM: You one…
ZIPPPPP
...NoBoDy CaREZ JaKe GO IRON uR KHaKiZ, TWAT!!!
...NoBoDy CaREZ JaKe GO IRON uR KHaKiZ, TWAT!!!
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: SO…If you are ready, because if you do this there won’t be any turning back! We will be in this thing! But like I told ya, if you wanna beat these BITCHES first you have to beat them at THEIR OWN PHUCKING GAME! THen there won’t be any excuses when we inform them it’s been CHESS NOT CHECKERZ this whole time!
Synn: I have one more question before I give you my answer.
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: Fair enough, HIT ME!
Synn: Why keep the ambulance?
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: Cause well we needed a get away car. And well like I said when one commits a crime the first, second, and third thing they should always consider is if, when, and how they are going to get away with it…And well, who the phuck is gunna pull over an ambulance with it’s lights on weaving in and out of traffic?...SO the coast is clear dear…You want this fight it’s yours to pick! Fire with fire?
Synn nods, licking her lips. She presses the button.
Nothing happens.
…….and it squirts water. They laugh and drive off.
It stops a little ways down……..
Synn: “Ive pushed this button like a hundred times and its not…I think it’s bro…”
!!!!!BooM!!!!!!!
…The Monster Trucks…Well what used to be monster trucks is now a smolering pile of uninsured car parts…WoMp WoMp!!!
Patrick Matthews: DEAR GOD HELP US ALL!!!
CJJ: Them two? Together? Like on the same team? THAT’S GUNNA BE SO AWESOME!!
Patrick Matthews: I dunno, looks and sounds like one ToXiK ass relationship to me!
CJJ: Yeah but an awesome one!
Patrick Matthews: Guess we’ll have to wait and see…Did you see the size of that explosion?
CJJ: Yeah it’s how I arrived at the conclusion OF AWESOME!!! You’re right they probably are ToXiK!!!
….Bet YoUR F’N ASSES WE ARE!!!!
MEMPHIS BELLE The next match is scheduled for one fall, and it will be for the WGWF X-Division Championship!
As the crowd pops, knowing this is the first of two title defenses tonight, Memphis continues.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing first, the challenger…
The guitar riffs of “Hail to the King” tear through the arena and the roof absolutely blows off the place. The lights dim, and then the stage lights, white and red, start to move with the beat of the drum. As the drums play together and the music starts to flow, the lights stop beating and stay on as a large figure appears. The figure is draped in a leather duster with a hood over his head. He steps to the ramp leading to the ring and flips the hood off his head as the chorus says, “Hail to the King.” As the music continues, he starts his march to the ring, the fans who love him in a frenzy, and those who hate him hiding from the rabid fans. Men, women, and children bow to him and jab their hands into the air to the rhythm of the music. Bull stops and stares into the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Coming to the ring, he stands 6’ 10” and weighs in at 385 pounds….from the Great Northwoods of Michigan…this is THE BASTARD COREY BULL!
Bull raises his hands above his head in an X and an explosion rocks the top of the stage and a mushroom cloud floats to the top of the arena as Bull climbs onto the apron and steps over the top rope.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull made it to the final match for the X-Division Title, but shenanigans took the victory away from him.
CJJ: Are you going to say that about every non-TFO competitor in that match? NOT ALL OF THEM COULD HAVE WON, MAN!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maybe not… but the winner should have been fairly decided, and I bet right now, Corey’s thinking about revenge…
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, his opponent… standing 5’10” and weighing 210 lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, representing The Fortunate Ones…
Newton waits on his turn to walk out from the back as his theme song “Look In My Eyes” hits on the sound system, hyping him up. He makes his way out, pushing the black curtain out of the way as he walks to the top of the stage, raising up the X-Division Championship. He then hits his signature dance to entertain the booing crowd, before he makes his way down the ramp and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. He makes himself at home inside the ring, waiting for the match to start.
CJJ: Look at that proud champion! What a representative for The Fortunate Ones!
PATRICK MATHEWS: All I see is a man who needed help from most of TFO to grab that championship.
CJJ: It was a multi-wrestler match, Patrick! Which meant that anything goes!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’d love to see Newton go… along with J-Mont, Mansley, and the rest…
CJJ: So damn cynical, Patty…
The bell rings, as Bull does a quick stretch of his arm muscles on the top rope. But Newton is already racing in, seizing the opportunity. He jumps onto Bull’s back, surprising him, and yanking him down into a pinning opportunity, clutching at the back of Bull’s outfit for extra leverage!!
1!!
2!!
THR-Bull Kicks out! He pops to his feet, furious, but Newton is already trying a plan B, springing off the middle rope and flipping into Bull, knocking him to the ground and hanging onto his legs for another cover!
1!!
2!!
And Bull throws Newton off of him! He jumps up, enraged, and throws a big boot at Newton’s face. But Newton ducks under it, hitting Bull’s standing leg instead with his shoulder and knocking him over for a third time! Newton then jumps on top, while throwing his legs onto the middle rope, shifting his weight even higher!!
1!!
And the ref stops, seeing Newton’s blatant attempt and calling off the pin! He chastises Newton, who doesn’t seem to care, as he rolls out of the ring to avoid the steaming Corey Bull!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The champ tried to steal this one three times in a row!
CJJ: He went for pins, Patrick! What do you want him to do, the Charleston? He wants to win this and lock down his first successful defense!
PATRICK MATHEWS: How about he do it without trickery or deceit?
CJJ: Where’s the fun in that?
Newton is tapping his head, knowing that he almost got away with one, as he walks around the ring. Bull, hearing the ref starting his 10 count, realizes that Newton could easily just stay out there and get counted out, retaining the belt. So Bull slides out of the ring and begins jogging around it, heading for the champ. Newton, seeing him coming, hurries forward and slides into the ring. Bull follows, but then immediately pulls himself back, avoiding the attempted Newton stomp! Newton bounces backwards, favoring his stomping foot, as Bull comes right back in. He grabs Newton from behind, locking him into a full nelson, then begins slinging Newton back and forth, releasing some of his anger! With Newton being treated like a rag doll, there’s nothing he can do, as Bull finishes it with an overhead suplex, driving Newton down and hanging on for the bridge…
1!!
2!!
TH-and Newton is able to kick out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is why you don’t want to anger someone like Corey Bull!
CJJ: Maybe Newton wanted to get into his head, and mess with his mental game? You ever think of that, Patrick?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Whatever his reasons, Newton is regretting his decision right about now!
Both wrestlers are back up now, with Bull keeping his grip on Newton. He delivers a fierce headbutt, stunning the champion, before then getting Newton into the air and landing a pendulum backbreaker!! Newton drops to the canvas, in agony, as Bull pulls himself back up. He leans over Newton, telling him that he brought this all on himself due to his actions at Last Chance. Bull then drags Newton up, shooting him towards the corner. Newton jumps up, though, able to land on his feet on the middle turnbuckle, before leaping off with a splash… but Bull catches him, quickly turning it into a forward powerslam, smashing Newton into the canvas!! Bull stays on top for the pin, looking like he thinks this one is over…
1!!
2!!
But Newton kicks out, showing it’ll take more than that to put him down! Bull shakes his head, then drags Newton upwards, grabbing him around the throat. He lifts Newton into the air, no, Newton breaks free of his grip and falls back to his feet. Before Bull can react, snaps off the Street King superkick, knocking Bull onto his back!! Newton drops to his knees for a second, before diving on top of Bull for the cover…
1!!
2!!
TH-and Bull kicks out of it!
CJJ: Did you see that kick?? Newton needs to stick to his educated feet, so he can cut Bull down to size!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It was an impressive kick. Do you think he learned that in the armed forces?
CJJ: Somehow I think that kick came later on… but who really knows?
As Bull gets to his feet, trying to shake the cobwebs off, Newton comes running at him, hitting a running knee that drives Bull back into the corner. Sensing an opportunity, Newton runs forward, but slides right past Bull, landing outside on the floor. He reaches through, grabbing Bull’s legs and yanking them out from under him. Bull, realizing the danger he’s in, tries to pull free, but it’s too late, as Newton quickly slams Bull’s left leg against the steel!! Newton doesn’t stop there, pulling the leg back and banging it multiple times more, as if trying to break the leg right off!! The ref is shouting warnings, as Bull desperately tries to pull free, but Newton is ignoring both of them. He locks in a figure four around the post, dropping backwards!! Bull is in tremendous pain, even as the ref begins his 5 count…
1!!
2!!
3!!
4!!
Just before the 5 count, Newton releases the hold, sliding back down to the outside mat. Bull painfully pulls his legs free of the turnbuckle, rolling to his side as he clutches at his left knee. Newton, meanwhile, gets up on the outside, once again signaling how intelligent he is.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull’s leg is in terrible shape now! He might have torn a ligament or two!
CJJ: Oh, boo hoo, tell him to just walk it off, Pat. C’mon, Clyde, put this one away now!
Newton comes into the ring, standing over the hurting Bull, mocking him by doing a little dance in front of him. He smirks, asking Bull if this feels any different from last time. In response, Bull suddenly reaches out, grabbing Newton by the ankle! He tries to yank Newton down, but Newton frantically pulls away, stumbling backwards. He looks down at his leg, then glares at Bull, running in and booting him in the side! Bull slumps over, with Newton turning to his side, in order to drop an elbow right into Bull’s side! Newton pops back up, dropping a second elbow, then a third, before finally leaping up with a double foot stomp on the downed wrestler. Newton then drops his weight onto Bull, wanting this one to be over…
1!!
2!!
TH-But Bull pushes Newton off of him, not ready to let this one end!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull’s still got a lot of fight left in him!
CJJ: Yeah, but it’s all in the upper half! He should just tap out and survive to fight another day!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Corey Bull is not the type to surrender, CJJ. He’ll fight to the bitter end!
CJJ: It’s going to be bitter alright!
Newton is shaking his head as he goes over to Bull’s injured leg, grabbing hold of it. He taunts Bull, asking if he really wants him to do more damage. Bull flips him off, with Newton smirking before kicking the leg, adding to Bull’s pain. He then twists into the leg, wanting to apply another submission hold. But Bull is able to reach up and grab Newton from behind, yanking him backwards into a pinning combination!! Newton’s legs kick frantically as the ref slides in…
1!!
2!!
THR-and Newton manages to kick out! He gets to his feet, breathing heavily, knowing that one was close. Angrily, he turns to Bull and goes to stomp on Bull’s injured leg… but Bull uses the other leg to sweep Newton’s feet, dropping him into Bull’s grasp. Immediately, Bull applies a variation of a Kokina Clutch, wrapping his arms around Newton’s throat and squeezing tightly, as Newton’s face quickly turns red from the strain!
CJJ: Hey! That’s a choke!! THAT’S A CHOKE, REF!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think the ref, like most of us, sees that as a submission hold, CJJ.
CJJ: Well, you’re all wrong! Damn it! Do something, Clyde!!!
Newton seems to be fading in the improvised hold, as the referee moves in to check on him. His arm is raised and drops once… but on the second attempt, the arm stays up, as Newton fights to stay conscious. He manages to bring his boot down onto Bull’s hurting leg, causing the break of the hold! Newton rolls to the side, gasping, as Bull rolls in the other direction, towards the ropes. He grabs hold, pulling himself up, limping but still able to get up as he turns towards the recovering Newton. The champ, seeing him, begs off, but Bull isn’t listening. He grabs hold of Newton, lifting him up and hitting a Samoan slam!! Newton has the wind knocked out of him, as Bull makes another cover…
1!!
2!!
THR-No! Newton is able to kick out! Bull pulls himself up, grabbing hold of Newton as well. He locks onto Newton’s throat, thinking about the Kingsbury Run of chokeslams, but Newton response by once again kicking the injured leg, allowing him to break free! Newton then runs to the ropes and comes back, smashing into Bull’s stomach with Brooklyn’s Finest (Spear)!!! Bull tumbles back into the ropes, laying there, as Newton scrambles to cover him. But the referee doesn’t count, pointing to the fact that Bull is partially under the ropes! Newton, complaining to the referee, works hastily to pull Bull further away, trying to clear both his arm and leg. He finally manages it, getting on top for the cover and demanding that the ref count quickly…
1!!
2!!
THRE-NO!!!
CJJ: Damn it! The ref should have just counted!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But that wouldn’t be following the rules!
CJJ: The #1 Rule should be, do whatever The Fortunate Ones tell you to do!!
Newton is still arguing with the referee, blaming him for being incompetent. The ref doesn’t seem to appreciate it, ordering Newton to get back to work. Newton pushes the ref aside, with the ref briefly considering a DQ, although he knows that Newton wouldn’t mind that result, so he lets it slide. Meanwhile, Newton has brought the hurting Bull up, grabbing hold of his leg, wanting a leg DDT. He goes to deliver it, but Bull pulls free, instead nailing Newton with a double-fisted axehandle shot!! Newton stumbles back to the ropes, allowing Bull to charge forward and knock him over the top with The Boot Check!!! Newton falls to the outside, stunned, but Bull is down as well, his leg obviously aching from the move. Bull looks at it as if it was more an annoyance than anything, hitting his leg a couple of times before pushing himself back to his feet.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull put Newton down, but he needs hm in the ring if he wants to become the X-Division Champion!
CJJ: Quick, Clyde! Crawl under the ring! You can make it!
Outside, Newton is trying to pull himself up, looking dazed from the boot he took. He doesn’t notice that Bull has rolled himself out to the floor behind him. As Newton turns around, Bull grabs him by the head, banging it into the edge of the apron!! Newton pops up, seeing stars, but Bull isn’t done. He slams Newton’s head a few more times, before finally rolling him back into the ring. He follows, stopping the ref’s count, as he manages to get back to his feet. His limp is still pronounced, but he’s working through it, as he pulls Newton off the canvas and into the air, landing a Blue Thunder Bomb!! The crowd pops as Bull stays on the cover, hanging onto one leg as the ref counts.
1!!
2!!
THREE-NO!!! Newton’s shoulder shoots off of the canvas at the last second!
PATRICK MATHEWS: So close!! We almost had a new champion there!!
CJJ: Ref, c’mon! Don’t forget to say One Mississippi between each count, so you don’t count that fast!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That sounds ridiculous, man.
CJJ: You’re right. What’s a longer word than Mississippi??
Bull pushes himself back up to his feet, still favoring his injured leg. He’s letting adrenaline do all the work, though, as he grabs hold of a weary Newton, dragging him upwards. He yells at Newton, reminding him about D.E.A.T.H., before grabbing him around the throat! Newton fights against it, trying to block the chokeslam, as the referee moves in, telling Bull that he’s got to break the ‘choke’ or use it right away. Bull shoves Newton away, pushing him into the referee, who stumbles backwards but stays on his feet, grabbing hold of the ropes for support. Meanwhile, Bull steps in and grabs a scrambling Newton, shooting him towards the ropes, wanting The Downward Spiral!! But as Newton comes back, he spins into a discus punch… and Bull goes down, hard!!
CJJ: What a punch!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait, what’s that on Newton’s hand??
CJJ: You’re seeing things, Patrick, see, he’s putting it away!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He’s WHAT??
Newton is clearly hiding something back into his gear, before the referee can see it. Bull, for his part, is rocked, but still trying to find a way back to his feet. Newton, seeing this, comes in hard, grabbing hold of Bull’s head and landing the Fetal Ending!! Bull pops back up, staggered, but shockingly not down yet, so Newton hops up and lands a SECOND Fetal Ending!! This time, Bull crashes backwards like a chopped-down tree, landing on his back, as Newton scrambles over him to make the pin, hanging on tightly to keep him down…
1!!
2!!
THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: CLYDE NEWTON
Match Time: 18:21
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait a second, Newton cheated! He used something to hit Bull with, like brass knuckles!
CJJ: Can you say that with 100% certainty, Patrick? Don’t leave yourself open to a liable suit now.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is ridiculous! We have it on film! Somebody roll that clip back!
CJJ: Uh, er, no, we don’t need to do that, guys. Let’s just move on with the fact that Clyde Newton is still your X-Division Champion!
Despite CJJ’s protests, we do see a replay that clearly shows something hidden in Clyde Newton’s hand, wrapped around his fist. But there’s nothing that can be done, as we switch back to the live shot, where Newton is proudly out of the ring, raising up the X-Division Title and mocking the booing fans near him. Bull has sat up inside, rubbing his jaw, and looking annoyed. We break away.
His match was coming up soon but Ragnarok stood in the ring to address the crowd and lets them know what was on his mind.
Ragnarök: Thank you everyone for the warm Monday Night Smash welcome. I do not need to introduce myself for all you know I'm Ragnarök. I'm the guy that everyone wants to see and makes this company money and that's a Bonafide fact. However, I know you guys still have some reservation about me and not sure if I have turned away from my wicked ways and that's fair. Now if you recall last week, I stood backstage calling out J-Mont and of course I heard nothing back from him yet and not sure it will ever happen. He is too busy loving himself and build a empire of his own only to see it crashing down and being betrayed by his so-called friends. So, it got me thinking who I can call out next that will actually answer the call.
The crowd chants ENIGMA ENIGMA ENIGMA
Ha! that is a great suggestion, but I won't have time to call Enigma out because tonight after I win, I'll be seeing him at WrestleWars but that would be quite bold of me. Maybe y'all would like a preview of that match next Smash I'll leave that up to the man that runs the show. Anyway, this guy in my opinion is greater than Enigma. He has been called the G.O.A.T for a damn reason. He has battled every monster of this industry and survived to tell the story. Our journeys might have been very different, but we share one common desire to always push ourselves to the limit. This man just like myself is calling it quits at the end of this year after an impressive run. I respect the man known as Chris f****** Page and I am throwing out an invite for a battle with Ragnarök. You can pick the place, time and stipulation if you choose to accept of course. I'll be waiting I know you're a busy man and unlike J-Mont you won't make it a habit to run.
He tosses the mic into the crowd and rolls out of the ring and backstage to finish getting ready.
The Titantron lights up and you can hear a voice!
Voice: This following advertisement has been brought to you and paid for by THE FORTUNATE ONES!
The Titantron is showing a man who looks like a bum sitting on the ground, all beat up with a candle on his cupcake celebrating the big win of J Mont over Chris Page.
Voice: The newest member of Monday Night Brawl because they are the B SHOW of the WGWF is………..FRED KNIGHT from Sedona, AZ.
CJJ: Barrows letting all this talent go to Brawl. I think it's a good move on his part.
PATRICK MATHEWS: DUMBASS!!!!
Somewhere far, far away from the arena in a trailer park just outside Texarkana, Texas, the good side of Texarkana, to you and me, there is something strange going on with Bobby Ray Willis. There’s been a lot of strange things going on with him as of late, but this is the strangest of the strange and this is the reason that has kept him away from a WGWF ring, strangely.
Across the back of the couch rests a number of empty NyQuil bottles, amongst the discarded cartons of juices. You’ve got to keep a balance or something. From a sudden sleep awakens Bobby Ray Willis knocking into some of the bottles and cartons that surround him. His normally amazing looking hair is matted to one side and suffering from about the biggest case of bed head that has ever existed. He tears the sleeping eye mask from his face as he yells loudly across the trailer.
BRW: “This ain’t working, none of this is working!
That’s when Doll E Pardon makes her way into the room, she immediately gets a whiff of the stale air which has probably been filled with a funk that matches Bobby Ray’s appearance at this point. She looks to have it up to her absolute limit at this point with this whole thing.
DOLL E: “Good, maybe now it’s time for you to go on back to work and stop chasing this crazy idea of people in masks having it out for you. You’ve turned the extra bedroom into a combination Clint Eastwood-atorium and conspiracy theorist parade of pictures, it’s creepy in there. And since you’ve taken up residency on the couch, Cooper’s been sleeping in the car because he’s afraid to sleep in that room."
Bobby Ray doesn’t seem to be paying all that much attention to her.
BRW: “I can’t get back there… I can’t get to the place where the three people were. The next moment I get there I’m going to just rip the mask off of one of them.”
DOLL E: “Now you’re speaking crazy again, Bobby Ray.”
BRW: “Oh, it’s not crazy, Doll E. It’s what I’m going to do, it’s what I have to do. So many possible conspirators that are holding me back from achieving glory in WGWF. How can I possibly ever return to work at that place knowing that I have to look over both of my shoulders at all times?
Huh?
Impossible. One hundred percent impossible, Doll E. And look at this.”
That’s when Bobby Ray stands up, his entire lower half down to his knees has now been completely blurred out. You honestly cannot even tell at this point if he’s wearing shorts or letting everything just swing in the breeze. Doll E doesn’t have that much of a reaction, but then again she never really does.
DOLL E: “Great, back to this again. I can see everything.”
BRW: “No, no you can’t. It’s all been edited for TV. Get it? The WGWF Censors are just toying with me at this point. I’ve tried every possible thing on the internet in order to get back to that place in my dreams. I’ve eaten more fiber, I’ve listened to pink noise, white noise, blue noise… I’ve avoided eating heavy metals, I’ve done relaxation techniques and even went all in on that lucid dreaming thing. I’ve tried just about every single sleeping aid on the market.”
DOLL E: “Yeah, that blue noise was strange.”
Bobby Ray looks defeated as he shakes one of the bottles of NyQuil hoping for something magical to happen.
BRW: “Nothing’s worked. Well… one thing’s worked.”
Doll E looks a little confused for a second, but then her eyes get narrow.
DOLL E: “No, you’re not going to do that ever again. The doctor said that you’re lucky to still be standing after the last time, and we still haven’t gotten the stain out of the carpet. Bobby Ray Willis, you promise me that you’ll not attach that car battery back up to your nipples again. Promise me.
Promise.”
With her finger in the face of Bobby Ray, Bobby Ray nods his head and agrees. Doll E walks out of the room as the camera pans down showing that just above the blurry part that is probably his crack Bobby Ray has his fingers crossed. We fade to black.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the WGWF Smash Heavyweight Title #1 Contendership! Introducing first…
The lights in the arena go dark and music begins to play in the arena. The commentary team buzzes with anticipation, and when the bass drops, Samuel is propelled in the air and lands on the stage. His hat is glowing neon purple with a wolf on the front as well as the bandanna that covers the lower half of his face. He has on a sleeveless sweatshirt with the same glowing wolf. The short tights have the glowing wolf on the backside. His thick custom kick pads over his boots have the wolf to complete a custom look. Some of the people viewing him on their screen jeer him, but for the most part, he is still getting a mixed reaction.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’2” and weighing 187 lbs, from Miami, Florida, here is “THE LONE WOLF” SAMUEL CHATMAN!!
Samuel remained squatted down until after the pause in the bass and stood up and spun around and jumped in the air but landed as if mocking the audience and waves them off. He walks down the ramp with a scowl on his face and heads for the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and folds his arms while swaying his shoulders back and forth with the beat before sitting on the turnbuckle and extending his hand for a microphone. The arena remains dark with the singular spotlight on him. The music dies down, and Samuel howls in the air as he flashes his pearly white smile at the fans.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We haven’t seen Chatman in action since he was screwed out of the X-Division Title match at Last Chance by The Fortunate Ones.
CJJ: Oh, come on, he had the same chance to escape as everyone else did.
PATRICK MATHEWS: He got handcuffed to the steel asylum!
CJJ: A lot of people got handcuffed that day!
MEMPHIS BELLE: And his opponent…
The arena goes dark. The crowd is immediately excited, knowing that this is a homecoming for Ragnarok. He comes up from underneath the staging area before an explosion of fire lights the ramp up. The explosion knocks the lights back on as he stands at the top of the ramp before walking down.
MEMPHIS BELLE: standing 6’4” and weighing 276 lbs… from Baltimore, Maryland… here is RAGNAROK!!!
The crowd gives an extra cheer for the announcement of their city, as cheap heat is always a boost. Ragnarok gets up on the apron and acknowledges them, before heading into the ring to face Chatman.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ragnarok is looking to seize tonight’s opportunity, as he continues his final run in the wrestling business here tonight.
CJJ: He’s had some big wins since announcing that this is his final year in the business. But a victory tonight would be the biggest yet.
The bell sounds as Ragnarok and Sam Chatman stare across the ring from each other.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Here we go! Ragnarok and Chatman with the winner moving on to WrestleWars and challenging for the Smash Title.
CJJ: Huge opportunity for one of these two men.
Ragnarok and Chatman come out from their corner and circle each other before locking up center ring. Ragnarok drives Chatman back into the ropes using his size and strength. The referee lays the count to Ragnarok who gives a clean break at the four count. Ragnarok backs out toward the center of the ring where he calls out Chatman.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Chatman might need to rethink going straight up against Ragnarok.
Sam comes off the ropes where he and Ragnarok circle each other a second time before locking up. They jockey for position before Ragnarok drives Chatman back into a neutral corner. The referee once again lays the five count to Ragnarok who backs away at the four count. Ragnarok spouts out at Chatman. Sam nods his head and he comes out from the corner as they circle each other a third time and look to lock up but this time Chatman ducks under and takes a back waist lock and hoists Ranarok up in the air before driving him down into the mat. Chatman floats over into a front face lock before driving a series of knees into the forehead of Ragnarok. Chatman releases his front face lock and pops back up to his feet allowing Ragnarok to get to his knees where Chatman tells him to bring it to applause from the crowd.
CJJ: Both Chatman and Ragnarok are trying to establish some dominance in the opening minutes.
Ragnarok steps up to his feet. Chatman and Ragnarok circle each other and look to lock up only Ragnarok drives a boot into gut of Chatman! Ragnarok opens up with a series of right hands driving Chatman back into the ropes. Ragnarok shoots Chatman across the ring, Chatman bounces off the ropes ducking under a lariat from Ragnarok! Ragnarok spins around and is scooped up by Chatman and slammed down to the mat! Chatman looks to follow up with a standing moonsault only to have Ragnarok pull up his kness and drive them into the gut of Chatman! Ragnarok quickly locks the head and neck and transitions into an Inside Cradle.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Chatman kicks out to a gasp from the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ragnarok nearly scored the victory and the contenders for the Smash Title.
Ragnarok gets back to his feet picking Chatman up off the mat. Ragnarok drives Sam back into a neutral corner and begins to unload with a series of reverse elbows to the temple before popping Chatman in the mouth with a stiff right hand. Ragnarok hoists Chatman up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Ragnarok looks for a right hand but Chatman blocks and pulls Ragnarok into a front face lock where he peels off a Tornado DDT spiking Ragnarok head first into the mat!
Chatman manages a cover with a hook of the leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Ragnarok escapes with a kick out. Chatman doesn’t waste time in locking in a rear chin lock. The referee slides into position checking for a choke before asking Ragnarok to surrender. We see Ragnarok waving off the referee.
CJJ: Ragnarok refuses to surrender as Chatman continues to crank on the head and neck.
Ragnarok begins working his way back to his feet where he turns into the chin lock and looks for a Belly to Back Suplex, Sam Chatman flips over the back of Ragnarok landing on his feet! Ragnarok spins around blocking a right hand attempt by Chatman and it’s Ragnarok who drives a knee across the midsection before snatching Chatman by the throat! Ragnarok hoists Sam up in the air and drives him down into the mat with a Chokebomb!
Ragnarok makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Chatman pops a shoulder off the mat to a pop from the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Such a huge opportunity for both of these men, but only one is going to move forward and take on Enigma for the Smash Championship at the biggest show of the year for the WGWF.
Ragnarok gets to both knees and begins unloading with right hands to the forehead. The referee lays the count to Ragnarok who throws both hands up in the air at the referee’s four count. The official admonishes Ragnarok as he steps up to his feet. Ragnarok picks Chatman up off the mat and hurls him out to the floor.
CJJ: Ragnarok is taking it to the floor!
Ragnarok steps out to the ring apron and drops down to the floor as he stomps away at Chatman. Ragnarok reaches down picking up Chatman who he looks to fire him into the ring steps! Sam Chatman reverses and it’s Ragnarok that is sent crashing into the steel steps! Chatman looks to take advantage as he makes his way toward Ragnarok and begins stomping on him. Chatman picks Ragnarok up and drives him face-first off the ring apron. Chatman rolls Ragnarok back into the ring and climbs up on the ring apron. Sam Chatman springboards off the top rope with a picture-perfect Frog Splash crashing down on top of Ragnarok. The crowd roars as Chatman makes the cover with a hook of the leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
A huge gasp as Ragnarok escapes with a kick out at the last second.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ragnarok manages to kick out!
CJJ: It doesn’t get closer than that without the bell ringing.
Chatman begins getting back to his feet where he reaches down picking up Ragnarok. Chatman drives Ragnarok back into a neutral corner with a shoulder block. Chatman drives several shoulders to the midsection before he hoists Ragnarok up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Sam steps up to the middle ropes before stepping up to the top rope. Chatman looks for a Hurrincanrana! Ragnarok counters with a Powerbomb off the middle rope which drives Chatman violently in the mat! Ragnarok doesn’t release! He picks Chatman back up and drives a second powerbomb! Ragnarok maintains his grip hoists up Chatman and drives him down with a third powerbomb before stacking his shoulders to the mat.
1!!
2!!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: RAGNAROK
Match Time: 10:14
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PATRICK MATHEWS: And just like that, Ragnarok is set to face the winner of Enigma and Damage for the Smash Heavyweight Title!
CJJ: Those powerbombs are absolutely sick… but can Ragnarok deliver them on someone like Enigma? And Damage is even larger…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, he’s going to have his opportunity, main-eventing one night of WrestleWars!
Ragnarok gets up, looking like he expected this result all along. He is pumped, giving a yell to the crowd, as we cut away from the ring.
"Hello. My name is Hanari Carnes.
I have been keeping a close eye on things on Smash. Bastardos locos, I tell you. But none more than La campeona mundial de Smash. I was under de impression that Smash was supposed to be de classier of the two, yah? De upper echelon of de WGWF, and de future of La empresa. De company.
Chu see, I know a few things about companies...."
The camera pans out and we see that Hanari is sitting on a leather couch with two beautiful Dominican ladies next to him on each side, both in provocative clothing. His dress shirt is unbuttoned the first three buttons, and one of the ladies had a hand on his chest.
"I have made a name for myself everywhere I have gone. From being a poor kid growing up Elías Piña to being de mogel I am now, I have seen a lot. My entire life, the ones who looked the most successful often were. De ones with de Mercedes, de big house house, de pool with the sand bottoms, and the platinum jewelry and de...."
He intakes his breath sharply with a smile. The other lady has a hand on his package, outside the dress pants.
".......de ladies. Las damas se sienten atraídas por los más exitosos. The ladies are drawn to the most successful. It all depend on what chu want in life. Do you want de fame, de fortune, de monies? Do you want to be remember as a hero to the masses, or do you want to be forgetten as the victim? History is written by de victors."
Hanari sits up, grabbing the bottle of Don Julio 1942 off the oak table in front of him, with three shot glasses. He pours a shot for each of them.
"For me, it es simple. Chu dress well, chu take care of yourself, chu look de part of a boss, chu often is. Dese clothes, this house, dese ladies, they don't buy themselves. Millions of dollars, and I made it look easy."
They take the shots and Hanari pours another for them.
"Wrestling, is no different. I have broken 300 arms, have ended 12 careers, have held every title I have had opportunity to win......But one thing I notice?"
He opens a small box on the table, pulling out a cigar. He pulls a cigar cutter out of his pocket and cuts it. He lights it, blowing out a small cloud.
"De Campeones always look de greatest. So why is de campeone in Worlds GREATEST Wrestling Federation different? Cha....chu see, a company like WGWF and a brand like Smash need someone who look like Hanari Carnes at de top. Need someone who look like money, like power, like respect. Not like Uncle Fester. Whatever this......thing.....is that is World Campeone' on Smash.....lets just say that it scares away small children and makes de ladies drier than the sand on Punta Cana beaches......not a good look. So if Señor Barrows wants his la programa to be de very best.......he will take Hanari's advice."
The ladies have a hand inside his shirt and one down his pants now.
"Chu need Hanari Carnes as Eres un campeón de SMASH......and chu need to understand that when Hanari Carnes, de best technical wrestler in de world, returns to de Estados Unidos, I will break every arm on de Smash roster until I get what I want. A shot at the World Heavyweight Title and then.....just like so many before, I will make that thing tap out and become the Campeón Mundial de Peso Pesado que SMASH se merece. That Smash deserves......"
"Larga vida a WGWF, Viva la República Dominicana, Viva Hanari Carnes."
The Titantron lights up and you can hear a voice!
Voice: This following advertisement has been brought to you and paid for by THE FORTUNATE ONES!
The Titantron is showing multiple images of tombstones from raised to flat ones. Then you see an image of Sonya Benson appear laughing!
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CJJ: I Hope the Pages got this deal. Would be a shame if they missed out on saving some money!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think i am going to get one for you now!
MEMPHIS BELLE: It is now time for the main event of the evening! This match is scheduled for one fall, with no time limit, and it’s for the WGWF Smash Heavyweight Championship!!
There is a roar from the crowd, as they’re ready to get this one started.
MEMPHIS BELLE: First, bringing out the challenger… standing 6’10” and weighing 328 lbs, from Detroit, Michigan, here is “THE UNTAMED DEMON” DAMAGE!!!
Before the Tron plays the Lights in the arena goes pitch black, The Tron play showing 3 little girls playing and looks at the camera and say, "He is Here" and then slowly fades to black. A man's voice say" Run" followed by “Untamed” by Jacob Lizotte hits the PA system and The Damage's video plays on the Tron. The lights in the arena flickers in rhythmic to the beats. As the themes builds more Damage comes out from behind the curtains and stops at the arena as the crowd goes crazy. He is seen wearing coolers for his eyes with Silver tank-tops with "The Untamed Demon" printed on the tank top below his chest and a leather Sleeveless Vest over his tank top. The word “DAMAGE” is pasted with Diamonds on back of the Sleeveless vest . He is seen wearing a long leather pants with and black boots. Two elbow pads is seen on his elbow. With smirk on his face and starts walking down the ramp looking focused on the ring as he neglects the fans who were stretching their hand in hopes to touch his body. He reaches the end of the ramp and walks towards the ring apron. Damage pulls the top rope and climbs on the ring apron. He steps over the top rope with one leg and gets inside the ring. Damage walks to the center of the ring and looks at the fans of WGWF who were on their foot on seeing the untamed demon before as he raises his right hand in the air as the pyros goes on from all the corners of ring posts like a fountain. The crowd lets a huge pop in the arena. Damage removes his coolers and the Vest to handover them to stage hand as his music slowly dies. He paces to show that he is ready to dominate the match with the same smirk on his face.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This could very well be the biggest match in Damage’s WGWF career.
CJJ: I don’t see why he was given this match. I mean, J-Mont was RIGHT THERE!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage has more than earned this contendership shot. If he can win here tonight, you might as well lock in his Hall of Fame nomination.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, his opponent… standing 6’5” and weighing 275 lbs, from The Boiler Room, he is the undisputed WGWF Smash Heavyweight Champion… “THE MONSTER MACHINE” ENIGMA!!!
"Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus"
A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, the haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of the music. A hulking hooded figure appears from the gloom, slowly and methodically stalking towards the ring. His leather doomsday cloak is open over his massive chest, each step bringing him further into the light until "The Monster Machine" is revealed in full, complete with a ball python writhing around his neck. The dark and Gothic chanting continues, music swelling in volume as each pulse in the tempo and each measured step of the monster are in sync.
"Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita
Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita"
ENIGMA ascends the ring steps and subtly wipes his feet on the apron before stepping between the ropes. He immediately scales the turnbuckles, turning towards the crowd as he lets the hood fall, revealing his war paint and colorless eyes. Throwing his head back, he sprays a bloody mist into the air before letting out a snarl. When his head lowers, blood drips from his chin and down his heaving chest.
PATRICK MATHEWS: So far, Enigma has brought great respect to the Smash Championship and its legacy in this business.
CJJ: I don’t know, his leaving The Fortunate Ones may have tarnished it a little for me.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Enigma’s proven that he can stand on his own, CJJ, so to me, that makes him an even better champion.
CJJ: Let’s see if you still say that if Damage wins tonight due to J-Mont not being around.
The referee raises up the Smash Heavyweight Championship, with both wrestlers following it with their eyes. He then steps to the side, handing it off, before signaling for the bell to ring. The crowd immediately cheers, their loyalties at least partially split here between the two wrestlers as they walk towards each other, fired up.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Are we going to have another stare down?
CJJ: Gotta love the intensity…
However, just as the two wrestlers come face-to-face, Damage rears back, throwing a huge haymaker… that Enigma ducks under! He comes right back up with an uppercut, stunning Damage, then follows it up with overhand clubbing punches and forearm shivers, driving Damage back towards the ropes. Enigma locks onto Damage’s arm, whipping him across to the other side of the ring. As Damage returns, Enigma charges at him, clobbering him with a huge running lariat! Damage bounces off the mat, then rises again, but Enigma’s still on the move, hitting a second lariat that takes Damage down again. Enigma then turns to the crowd, fired up, before heading back over to Damage and continuing the assault.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Enigma is looking even more dangerous tonight than usual.
CJJ: You know he’s still angry about what happened at Uncivil War. I wouldn’t want to be Damage right now… actually, I’d never want to be Damage.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You say that, CJJ, but you know how much Damage makes per match due to his contract.
CJJ: … I’ll agree, that would be a plus, but I’d still rather be someone else.
Damage tries to get his arms up to get back into this one, but Enigma is incensed at the moment, blocking or shrugging off his attempts at swinging at him to get in a few more hits of his own. Enigma then spins into a discus elbow shot that sends Damage sprawling backwards, falling into the corner. Enigma doesn’t give him any space, though, stomping away on him, as if trying to stomp clean through him. The referee starts a five count, then orders Enigma to step back. Enigma lands a few more stomps, though, with the referee having to get between him and Damage. Enigma just glares at the referee, giving him his own silent warning, and the referee receives it, opting to step to the side again. As Damage is pulling himself up, Enigma braces himself, then charges forward, going for a massive spear… and Damage manages to dive out of the way, with Enigma going through the pads and hitting the turnbuckle!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ouch!!!
CJJ: That sounds like someone just rang the dinner bell!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Enigma wanted to destroy Damage, but that may have worked against him here!
Damage is up now, making his way back over to where Enigma is still hanging inside the turnbuckle, stunned. Damage pulls him up, then starts hammering him with back elbows in the corner, keeping Enigma from recovering. He then pulls Enigma up onto his shoulder and lifts him into the air, before dropping him on the turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes! Enigma staggers back, even as Damage goes to the ropes and comes charging in with the Roadkill Big Boot, knocking Enigma to the ground! With that, Damage quickly drops onto Enigma, hanging on to his legs as the referee maneuvers around them.
1!!
2!!
And Enigma manages to kick out, despite Damage’s best efforts to keep him down. But Damage doesn’t hesitate, still hanging onto Enigma’s legs as he twists him around, applying the Rivers of Hell submission!!! Enigma struggles against it, immediately refusing to tap when the referee asks him. He begins the arduous journey of crawling towards the ropes, with Damage doing his best to keep him in place.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage is doing his best to take advantage of Enigma’s misfire in the corner, although I doubt he can make Enigma submit.
CJJ: You never know, though. Sure would be helpful if SOMEONE was there to DISTRACT the referee right now, wouldn’t it, ENIGMA??
PATRICK MATHEWS: CJJ, seriously, you’ve got to just let this one go…
CJJ: Not yet, Patrick. Not yet…
Despite Damage’s efforts, he can’t stop Enigma from reaching the ropes, forcing the break of the submission. Damage does so, not wanting to be disqualified, as that would be a terrible way to lose a shot at the championship. He reaches down, pulling Enigma up, and sets him in place, wanting The Demon’s Warcry powerbomb! But Enigma suddenly blocks it, then lifts Damage up, an amazing feat, before slamming the larger man down with a flapjack!! Damage rolls away, stunned, as Enigma takes a few shaky steps, trying to get the blood flowing back into his legs after the submission hold. He then goes over to where Damage is rising, coming in hard and locking his arm around Damage’s neck, before taking him over with an exploder suplex! The crowd pops at this feat of strength, as Enigma makes the cover…
1!!
2!!
But Damage is able to kick out in time!
CJJ: I will never get over how powerful that man is. He’s throwing around 300 pounds like it’s nothing!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Enigma is a whole ‘nother animal. I’m just proud when I’m able to carry the groceries in from the car in fewer trips.
CJJ: You don’t have servants to do that for you?
PATRICK MATHEWS: What?
CJJ: What?
Enigma is on top of Damage now, getting some revenge from the submission hold earlier by applying the Fade To Black crossface choke! Damage is trying to pry Enigma’s arm free enough to get some air, as the referee circles around them, wanting to be there if a submission takes place. But Damage reaches up with his free hand, managing to grab at Enigma’s face, inadvertently forcing him to break the hold. He gets up, rubbing his eyes clear, before reaching down and hauling Damage back up. He locks onto Damage, wanting a T-Bone suplex, but Damage elbows his way free, then twists Enigma backwards, managing to drop him with The Demon’s Wrath (Scorpion Deathdrop)!! The crowd gets to their feet as Damage rolls on top, making the cover as he wills the referee to act quickly.
1!!
2!!
THR-No! Enigma pushes up out of it, keeping this match going and his championship still in place! Damage, not believing it, immediately grabs hold of Enigma’s legs and tries again…
1!!
2!!
If anything, Enigma kicks out faster the second time! Damage curses before pulling Enigma up, looking to do more.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage is putting up a hell of a fight so far. Will we be crowning a new Smash Heavyweight Champion??
CJJ: You don’t need to tease the fans watching at home, Patrick, it’s not like we’re going to a commercial break. That’s not how the WGWF works.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I still like to build the tension, you know?
CJJ: I get it, but everyone is invested in this one already, we’re good!
Damage gets the chance to show off his own power, lifting Enigma up and delivering a military press drop to the champion. As Enigma’s down, Damage opts to increase the difficulty, as he heads towards the turnbuckle and starts his way up. He gets to the top, the big man standing there watching as Enigma slowly gets back to his feet. As Enigma turns, Damage leaps off the top, going for a flying clothesline. But Enigma catches him in mid-air, immediately spinning Damage around and delivering a powerslam!!! The ring shakes from the impact, as Enigma stays on top, looking to finish this one right here and right now.
1!!
2!!
THR-NO! Damage manages to get the shoulder up in time! Annoyed, Enigma gets up, hauling Damage with him. He grabs Damage by the arm, whipping him towards the ropes, no, Damage reverses it, but Enigma counters as well, and suddenly both men go running in opposite directions towards their respective ropes. Both rebound and come charging back, thinking the same thing at the same time… and colliding with each other in a double clothesline, with both crashing hard to the canvas!!
CJJ: Oh no!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That impact has left only one man standing… the referee!
CJJ: And there isn’t any way in hell we’re giving a championship to a referee! Well, maybe a special guest one, someday…
Thankfully, the referee doesn’t make any motions to ‘steal’ the pin. He just moves, checking on both men, before stepping back and starting a 10 count. After only a few seconds in, both wrestlers begin moving, shifting over onto their stomachs in order to start getting up. Enigma seems to have the edge, pulling himself upright first, but Damage isn’t far behind. Seeing him, Enigma steps forward, throwing a hard right hand that knocks Damage back. But Damage fires back with his own punch, and the two gladiators continue to throw heavy bombs at each other, trying to knock their opponent down. Enigma manages to knock one of Damage’s shots aside, though, and steps in, kneeing Damage in the gut and then locking his arm up, lifting Damage up and throwing him down with the Hellbound (Pumphandle Slam)!!! He makes the cover, as the ref slides in…
1!!
2!!
THRE-NO!! Damage kicks out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage is putting up an incredible fight tonight, taking Enigma’s best hits and coming back for more!
CJJ: And that’s where he loses me, because there’s no way I’d EVER come back to hits like that! Once would be enough!
Enigma gets back up to his feet, flexing out a hurting muscle in his arm before turning back to where Damage is trying to rise. The Beast From The Boiler Room steps forward, looking for the final strike. He grabs hold of Damage, working to get him up for Damnation (Gorilla Press Drop/Slam). But Damage breaks free of Enigma’s grip, catching him aside the head with a wicked forearm shot that dazes the champion. Damage then gets into position, lifting Enigma up into the air before taking him down hard with the Demon’s Curse (Crucifix Powerbomb)!!! The crowd is on their feet, wondering if history is going to be made, as Damage drops down into the pinning position…
1!!
2!!
THRE-NO!! Enigma manages to push Damage off of him just in time! Damage wearily slumps to the side, having put a lot of power into that maneuver. He drags himself up, pulling Enigma with him. He growls something to the champion before setting him into position, prepared to deliver The Highway To Hell elevated powerbomb!! But Enigma fights it, blocking with all his might, as Damage tries to lift him once, twice, a third time… and Enigma pushes off while being lifted, landing on his feet… and launching into Damage with The Culling!!! The big boot drops Damage to the mat, with Enigma dropping onto him with all his weight…
1!!
2!!
THRE-NOOO!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: These fans are getting an incredible show here in Baltimore!!
CJJ: I have to admit, seeing Damage continue to fight, I might be gaining a smidgen of respect for him… just a smidgen, mind you…
It takes a few seconds for Enigma to get up, even as the fans are now chanting “Fight Forever!” out of respect for these two athletes. Enigma looks out at them for a moment, although it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking at that moment. He then grabs hold of Damage and pulls him up… only for Damage to grab hold of Enigma’s legs, taking them out from under him! Damage then scrambles, working to lock Enigma into the Demon’s Domination submission hold!! Enigma fights desperately, keeping it from being locked in as he claws at the canvas, pulling himself quickly over to the ropes. He grabs hold, causing the break, with Enigma pulling himself onto the apron to recover.
He pulls himself up using the ropes, as Damage is waiting, grabbing Enigma from the other side. He lifts him over the ropes, keeping him in the air for a few seconds, before dropping with the Nightmare (Jackhammer)!!! Damage then makes the cover right there, clutching at Enigma’s leg, as the referee makes another count…
1!!
2!!
And the ref stops, to Damage’s surprise. He points over at Enigma, who has reached out and grabbed the nearby bottom rope, causing the break!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The best champions always have extensive ring awareness!
CJJ: Sometimes that can make the difference between a championship reign and a three count.
Damage stands up, hands clenching into fists in fury at not having gotten the victory. He steps over to Enigma, once again signaling for The Highway To Hell! He steps into position…
Damage immediately turns, watching the entryway, as the crowd begins to boo.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s Clyde Newton’s music!!
CJJ: Yes! The X-Division Champion is giving us an encore after his victory earlier!!
As the music keeps playing, all eyes are on the entrance… but nobody comes through. Finally, the music stops, with no signs of the X-Division Champ. Frustrated, Damage goes back to Enigma. He pulls Enigma away from the ropes, then starts to haul him up, still wanting to deliver the Highway To Hell. He tries to get Enigma locked into place, but Enigma straightens up, landing a few strong punches to keep Damage off-balance. He then locks up Damage, wanting to go for Questions & Answers!!! But Damage elbows free once more, then grabs Enigma around the throat, wanting to go for his own chokebomb!! He lifts, but Enigma manages to pull free and land behind Damage, quickly lifting him up… and delivering the Face Eraser (Wheelbarrow Facebuster)!!!! The roar in the arena is deafening as Enigma makes the tight cover…
1!!
2!!
THREE!!!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: ENIGMA
Match Time: 16:56
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Enigma once again retains the Smash Heavyweight Championship! But you know who Damage is going to blame!
CJJ: Hey, glitches happen, right? I’m sure that’s all it was.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t think even you believe that, CJJ. Still, what a match. This could have easily been at WrestleWars!
CJJ: An incredible finish, no doubt!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s been an amazing night! Thanks to all of you for joining us, and remember to come back next time to Monday Night Smash!!!
As Enigma gets to his feet, taking the Smash Heavyweight Championship back into his position, he raises it above his head, daring anyone to come and take it from him. That’s when he looks towards the entryway, as the crowd begins to boo heavily… seeing Joe Montuori stepping out onto the stage! He seems to be doing a mock applause, before pointing towards Enigma, his former ally, and telling him that he hasn’t forgotten what Enigma did. He then gives the universal symbol for a championship around his waist, then taps his wrist on an imaginary watch. Enigma just glares towards him, ready, as we slowly fade out.
Thanks to the following match-writers:
Jenny Myst
Chris Page
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
Hanari Carnes
Damage
Lexi Gold
Amber Mansley
Joe Montuori
Clyde Newton
Ragnarok
Johnny Stylez
Synn
The Fortunate Ones
Bobby Ray Willis
Jenny Myst
Chris Page
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
Hanari Carnes
Damage
Lexi Gold
Amber Mansley
Joe Montuori
Clyde Newton
Ragnarok
Johnny Stylez
Synn
The Fortunate Ones
Bobby Ray Willis