Monday Night Smash Results: 3.25.24
Mar 25, 2024 17:59:12 GMT -5
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Post by Jonathan Barrows on Mar 25, 2024 17:59:12 GMT -5
As the picture comes up after the commercial break, we see a fire burning in the distance. The camera begins to move across the field, heading towards it, as we hear a voiceover begin to break through the sound of the inferno.
This is where the great ones come to test themselves.
Flashes of attacks appear on either side of the camera, showing some of the top stars of the WGWF fighting it out. We see Joe Montuori landing a JKO on his foe, knocking them unconscious. Corey Bull runs into frame, smashing into another wrestler with the Sleepy Hollow kick, blasting them out of view. Damage lifts a third wrestler over his shoulders, before launching him high in the air with a gorilla press slam.
This is where the stars of the future start to make their dreams come true.
Hanari Carnes lands the Punta Cara kick, taking that wrestler down to the mat. Kenji Miyamoto lands the Willo The Wisp, putting another opponent out of commission. Gideon King delivers the Checkmat, sending his foe rolling away, unconscious.
This is where the ruthless can release all of their aggression.
We see Synn and Johnny Stylez standing side-by-side, bloodied but feeling triumphant. They’re both grinning wildly. The Kraken Kazmerick is shown, delivering the Skull-KRACKEN to the back of a wrestler’s skull, to vicious effect. We then view Xavier Lux standing with a blood-covered Bertha, before swinging it right into his foe, obliterating him.
This is where they all come… to test themselves against the best of the best.
The final shot shows Enigma, flexing as he prepares for another war, demanding only the most deserving competition to face him for the Smash championship. As we pass by him, we now see the object that’s burning in front of us. It’s the Monday Night Smash logo, fully engulfed, yet completely readable. The flames go even higher, overtaking the camera, before we find ourselves in the XL Center in Hartford, Connecticut. The crowd is cheering as loud as possible, blowing out the decibels on most speakers as they’re truly fired up to be there. The fireworks displays around the stage add to the excitement, as we come down through the crowd, seeing all the signs, from “It’s Going To Be Unfortunate” to “Ragnarok Comes For All!” We pass them by, coming up to the announce table.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hello, everyone, and welcome to Connecticut!
CJJ: One of the worst states in America…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh, come on, CJJ! I know they lost your luggage, but don’t take it out on the entire state!
CJJ: Yeah, yeah… damn it, I paid a lot for that luggage…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, CJJ, we’ve got an exciting night here at Monday Night Smash to make it up to you! Six matches between some of the top wrestlers in the world today! Who among them will step forward and claim victory?
CJJ: Likely the ones who win, Patrick.
PATRICK MATHEWS: … You’re very bitter tonight. It’s going to be an incredible night, though! In our main event, we’ve got a first for all of you, as Johnathan “The Beast” Cable takes on “Venom” Xavier Lux in a Light Tubes Log Cabin match!
CJJ: Yeah, that ones going to be sick…
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ve also got the grudge match between Corey Bull and Amber Mansley, and it’s a Hardcore affair, which means there are no rules!
CJJ: Go Amber go!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Along with that, we’ve got several debuts and returns scheduled, and we’re going to have some awesome contests!
CJJ: Okay, I admit it, Patrick, you’ve got me fired up now!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Great! Then lets go to the stage for our opening segment!
CJJ: Wooo, JMont!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Afraid not, CJJ!
CJJ: … What?
The lights go down, greenish strobes pulsing in time with an ominous tempo as it grows in volume, the bass notes nearly drowning out the booing it elicits as some of the more die-hard fans recognize it for what it is. A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, a haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of the music.
"Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus"
That familiar massive shape appears from the gloom, the towering ENIGMA slowly and methodically stalking towards the ring. He’s not wearing any war paint nor any of his ring gear, instead dressed in an old Metallica muscle tee and a pair of faded jeans. The SMASH championship has a place of honour around his waist, the strobes flashing off its polished metal as he draws closer to the ring. The crowd is rowdy, cheering loudly for the man who seems to have won them all over simply by turning his back on The Fortunate Ones. The dark and Gothic chanting continues, music swelling in volume as each pulse in the tempo and each measured step of the SMASH World Champion 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, turning towards the crowd as he removes the championship belt that's fastened around his waist and moves it up to his shoulder.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Earlier this week, he made a statement on social media, claiming he had some things to get off his chest.
CJJ: I seem to recall he said that we wouldn’t like what he has to say.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I hear a rumour that he’s going to call out Joe Montuori. After that disappointing match at Justin York’s tribute show… can you blame him? I’d be looking for the guy’s head on a platter.
The crowd noise finally dies down a few seconds after his music fades out. ENIGMA stares out over the sea of faces for a moment before pulling a microphone from the back pocket of his jeans, lifting it to his lips.
ENIGMA: I asked for this time tonight because I owe a debt that I will never be able to fully repay. Time is a precious commodity, a currency that one cannot earn back once it’s spent – this is why I will be brief. For the sake of my own sanity rather than yours.
A rough chuckle passes his lips as he pauses for a moment, as though gathering his thoughts.
ENIGMA: I came to this company because I was disappointed with my time in IIW. I was sick of week in and week out putting every ounce of my energy into matches with ghosts and tumbleweeds – these mediocre talents who thought they could coast their way to a win against someone like me simply because of some preconceived notion. This is not how the business should run. This is not the WRESTLING industry that I joined, that I busted my ass to survive in for more than two decades. I am sick of catering to overblown egos. I am sick of having to dumb down every last thought in my head, pre-chewing every little tidbit for these baby shitbirds that fill the locker rooms. Worthless. WEAK.
The last word is snarled with derision, sending a ripple of feedback through the packed house.
ENIGMA: Every last body that has stepped between these ropes against me has been defeated. Has been humbled and broken. Has John Cable been the same since learning the steps to the DANCE OF THE DAMNED? Has Chris Page been the same since I took this championship from him?
He endures the restless chatter and overlapping shouts from the crowd that turn into a wall of noise.
ENIGMA: Over a month of hype… only for my attempts to provoke to be met with crickets and for the resulting match to be a complete and utter disappointment. To Joe Montuori, all of this is a joke. Everything I hold dear, everything I have worked hard for to attain is nothing more than a punchline. Don’t worry. I keep all my receipts. Someday soon, there will be a rematch. And this time, I will put you down like the worthless mongrel you’ve become.
The crowd pops. He waits it out, starting to pace a little as he lets that irritation he’s been holding back for months boil over.
ENIGMA: And now, what do we have on the horizon but more disappointments? More silence. More mediocrity. These two scholars running their mouths at ringside were so keen to say they hoped I was watching when the DOOMED BOY got into the ring with Synn. I watched. I saw a massacre. I saw a man desperate to prove that he isn’t a joke, that he isn’t a dead man walking on borrowed time – I saw him lose. Quite spectacularly. And what have we had since then? In less than a month, we are going to WAR and what do I have to look forward to? Another shadow? Another EMPTY shell waiting to be consumed in the fires of my UNHOLY and UNRELENTING RAGE?
He spits scornfully.
ENIGMA: I can’t help but think it’ll be just like when I went against Peter Vaughn for the second time. Second verse, same as the first. Ah, sure, for that one there was hype. Anticipation. People were on the edges of their seats. They bought tickets just to see it because they wanted to watch the underdog hero bring it to the MONSTER who always ends up being cast as the villain, despite his best intentions. We both know what happened: Vaughn talked a big game of utter nonsense, came out to the ring and shit the bed. I was a double champion for a few seconds, before I laid that unwanted bauble down in the middle of this ring so it could be tossed around like a hot potato on Brawl. No offence to Mac Bane, of course.
He flashes a cheeky smile, laughing to himself.
ENIGMA: But we’re not here to talk about that. No. Griping about the past doesn’t sell tickets. What’s in store for WrestleWars? Something anticlimactic. Something sad and disappointing. There will be no reckoning. There will be no ARMAGEDDON. No. This will be MERCY killing and where’s the joy in conquering an opponent who has already rolled over to play dead, showing off the white of his belly and the yellow of his countenance?
The Monster Machine shakes his head.
ENIGMA: I’m tired of repeating the same cycles over and over. There's nothing new or exciting – I’m bored. Disappointed. INSULTED. Smash’s legacy… this championship… it deserves BETTER than this.
A sigh passes his lips.
ENIGMA: The memory should have been laid to rest. Everything since… has become a mockery. This has become a FUCKING TRAVESTY and I am sick to my stomach of trying to spin dogshit into gold, week after insufferable week. And maybe that’s on me. Maybe this is the curse of being the pinnacle, of finally reaching the summit after so many years dedicated to the struggle. This silence… this GODDAMNED IDLENESS kills me and I want to INCINERATE EVERYTHING. I want to rescind the invitation. I want to throw this damned championship off a bridge, walk away into the sunset and be done with this gigantic waste of my time.
His voice is harder now, oozing with barely suppressed fury.
ENIGMA: You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Watch me walk away, watch me finally crash and burn, consumed by my own hubris after twenty years denying it ever existed. No. I made a promise, even before I knew it was the last thing I would ever say to the man – I told him that I would follow, that I would always–
Emotion makes his voice break and he stops talking for a moment, looking down as he takes in a slow and deep breath.
ENIGMA: One more time, then. I will lace up those boots and go to WAR because a CHILD playing ARMAGEDDON games pulled off the upset and earned this moment in the spotlight, despite how undeserving and fundamentally underwhelming his performance has been since. As much as I dislike it, the fact remains that he is the rightful contender so I will do what I am required to do. What you all pay to see me do: I WILL REAP ANOTHER SOUL. I WILL SPILL MORE WORTHLESS BLOOD. I WILL #SMASHANDBURN. FINALLY, YOUR EYES WILL BE OPENED. YOU WILL GET WHAT YOU DESERVE. ALL OF YOU. DO YOU SEE NOW? DO YOU FUCKING SEE?!
Every word of those last few sentences grows louder and more vehement until spittle is spraying from his lips and he’s all but shouting into the microphone. He throws his head back and lets loose that bloodcurdling war cry, letting the microphone fall from his hands. The moment it hits the canvas, the arena is plunged into darkness. A few startled fans scream and then the lights come back up, only to find the ring empty other than that fallen mic still rolling across the canvas.
MEMPHIS BELLE Our first contest is scheduled for one fall with a 10-minute time limit! Introducing first, already in the ring, making his WGWF debut… standing 6’5” and weighing 275 lbs, representing The Impasta Mafia, here is Al Fredo!!
"Italian Mafia" by Sicilian Heart is playing, as Fredo shows off his suit top, brushing it off while he waits for the competition.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I really don’t know that much about the Impasta Mafia.
CJJ: Well, there was Al Fredo… Manny Cotti… Like Greenie…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Okay, okay, I get the gist of it.
MEMPHIS BELLE And his opponent, 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.
PATRICK MATHEWS: John Blade has proven to be very resilient here in the WGWF. Now, he faces an unknown foe. What will Blade bring to the table tonight?
CJJ: All I know is, he’ll never give up. Just ONCE, I’d like to see him tap. Just… once…
The bell rings, as Fredo walks forward towards Blade. He doesn’t even take off his suit top, which seems to be a strange decision. Blade, curious, comes forward, as Fredo reaches into his pocket. But it’s not for a gun, it’s for a wad of cash, rolled up. Fredo talks to Blade, telling him that all he has to do is take a dive here tonight, and the cash will be his. Blade looks over the money, then back at Fredo, who is grinning, making the offer.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Al Fredo is trying to bribe John Blade!!
CJJ: Hey, that looks like a good deal of money. Blade could eat a great meal tonight.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is disgraceful! Fredo’s out and out trying to rig this wrestling match right before our eyes!
Slowly, Blade reaches out a hand, and Fredo gleefully puts the cash into his palm. The crowd is booing, not liking what they see, as Blade looks around at them, shrugging his shoulders. Fredo does a victory lap, walking around the ropes pointing at the booing fans, telling them they don’t know the power of the almighty dollar. He turns back around, expecting Blade to drop so that the pin can be confirmed. Instead, Blade jams the money into Fredo’s open mouth!!! The crowd roars as Fredo stumbles backwards, coughing up bills as he tries to clear his throat. He manages to spit the wad of cash out, but Blade is now there, ramming into Fredo with a flying shoulderblock!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I knew it!! John Blade can’t be bought!!
CJJ: Damn, and that cash is all slimy now… but it could be dried out…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stay in your seat, CJJ!
As Fredo fights his way back up, Blade blasts him with another flying shoulderblock, taking him down once more! Both pop up, with Blade landing a sitout hip toss, smashing Fredo down! He tries to rise once more, but Blade is ready, catching hold of Fredo and taking him around with a side-release spinout powerbomb!! The crowd is cheering, even as Blade gets to his feet. He waves his hand in front of his wave, claiming that Fredo can’t see him, before dropping the Five Knuckle Shuffle onto him!! Fredo staggers upwards, holding his head, still wearing his suit through all of that. But Blade picks him right back up, showing off his strength by taking Fredo over with the Death Valley Drop!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think it’s going to happen!!!
CJJ: Oh, man, this could be historic!!
With Fredo down and out, Blade could easily go for the cover. But he refuses, instead stepping over Fredo and locking onto him. He twists Fredo around, wanting to make him pay for the bribery attempt, applying the Stepover Toehold Sleeper!!! The referee slides into position, checking on Fredo, who is frantically trying to find any way to go to get out of the devastating submission hold. There’s nothing in sight, though, as the ropes are way too far away, and after a few more seconds, Fredo begins pounding on the mat, ending this one with the submission!!
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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: JOHN BLADE
Match Time: 2:47
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What a quick and decisive win for John Blade!!
CJJ: Man… he could have just taken the money, too…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh, I think he’s still working with that, too, CJJ…
CJJ: Huh?
With Fredo still down, hurting, Blade has picked up the rolled-up wad of cash. He shakes it out a little bit, unrolls it, and then steps out to ringside, beginning to throw bills into the audience!! The crowd gleefully goes for it, not worried about where it’s been, as Blade continues to let the money rain down. Fredo finally is able to turn, holding his arm, and he looks furious with what’s happening, as we cut away.
Sitting at a table in catering is Corey Bull and Damage. A set of black cards sits to one side and each man has five in their hand. Bull and Damage stare at each other over the cards, holding them close.
Bull: Its an interesting proposal….
Damage: It does have its merits.
Bull: We call.
Bull sets down his hand, holding a dead man's hand, aces and eights. Damage hmms, throwing down his hand to show the other aces and eights of the deck. Bull smirks.
Bull: Did you not shuffle the deck?
Damage smirks too.
Damage: I did. Maybe there is a reason for everything.
To the left, a commotion catches the eyes and ears of the two large men.
El Asso Wipo: Did you not see the gloriousness that is The Fortunate Ones?!
Senor Bag O Crap: Si! One day we shall join them and make them even better.
Bull turns to Damage. Both men get a smoldering look in their eyes as they stand.
Bull: New game.
Damage tilts his head and Bull grins.
Bull: Lawn darts.
Damage laughs and they nod, both men walking to the masked wrestlers.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What in gods green earth is going on?!
CJJ: The luchas have found a group they can worship. Who doesn’t love TFO!
PATRICK MATHEWS: TFO?
CJJ: The Fortunate Ones! It's a thing now Patrick.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It's not.
Bull grabs onto the guy known as el Asso Wipo, lifting him up by his throat and chucking him down the hallway. Bull turns to damage.
Bull: That’s 50 feet.
Damage: I guess.
Bull: The slide counts!
Damage grabs the other luchador, Senor Bag O Crap, and chucks him towards the other. He lands about the same. Both men look at each other. There is a passing of respect. And suddenly the luchas attempt to attack. Bull grabs him pushing him out like he is going to give him a short clothesline, but instead, he swings him up and hits a Downward Spiral through the table, deviled eggs and salad flying everywhere.
CJJ: These two always manage to wreck a good night!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think we need to get some EMT’s and security to the back.
Damage lifts Senor Bag O Crap up into the air and hits the Highway to Hell, destroying the lasagna and the little sliders. Bull and Damage stand over the destroyed tables and the two luchas.
Bull and Damage in unison: Fuck The Fortunate Ones!
CJJ: Censor! Where is the dang censor?
PATRICK MATHEWS: And we will be right back.
MEMPHIS BELLE The next tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing a combined 420 lbs, from El Paso, Texas, here are Thunder and Lightning… THE WRATH OF THE STORM!!!
"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Thunder appears on the entryway, letting out a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. Lightning walks out of the back, scooting his feet to generate more energy. He moves his fingers to show a spark (nothing is seen), and then strikes a few poses with Thunder, before they start making his way down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: These guys look to be one of the strangest tag-teams I’ve ever seen.
CJJ: Stranger than our Tag-Team Champions?
PATRICK MATHEWS: A good point. Brawl has clowns, why shouldn’t we have stormies?
CJJ: Stormies, hah…
MEMPHIS BELLE Their opponents…
"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"
MEMPHIS BELLE Weighing in at a combined 395 lbs… here are Johnny Stylez and Synn… TOXIK!!!
SYNN walks out onto the ramp, a deadpan expression as she stares at the ring, tilting her head side to side. Beside her, Johnny Stylez comes out, his eternal, sickening grin on his face as he points towards the ring. They slowly walk 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 from Synn, a twisted and demonic one. The demon pops up and goes to the corner and licks her lips at her opponent if they are already in the ring. Stylez is just shaking his head at the sight of the two men across from them.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stylez and Synn are two of the most dangerous wrestlers in the world right now. Seeing them paired together, it’s absolutely terrifying.
CJJ: This was definitely not the best choice for a starting team for Wrath of the Storm to face.
The bell sounds, as Thunder steps forward, ready to go. Synn stays in the center of the ring, staring at him, still smiling, and Thunder seems seriously unnerved by it. He steps back and talks to Lightning, who encourages him to move forward and get the assault on. Thunder nods, taking a big gulp, before stepping towards Synn… and unleashing his powerful yell towards her, looking to rattle her!! Synn… doesn’t seem impressed, as she just stands there, staring at him. Thunder looks to Lightning, who signals to go for a headlock. Thunder does so, grabbing hold of Synn, and yelling back to his brother “I’ve got her!!” But a second later, Synn easily throws Thunder off, sending him into the ropes!
Surprised, Thunder recovers, then comes forward again… deciding to once again apply a headlock!! He looks back, yelling “I’ve got her again, look!!”, but Synn just shrugs him off again! Upset now, Thunder comes back at her, lashing out with a sharp chop across the chest! He turns to Lightning, wanting a high five, but Lightning is just shaking his head and pointing behind them, and Thunder can be seen saying “She didn’t go down?” He turns back… and Synn boots him in the gut, then locks him up, getting a double underhook suplex!! Thunder’s down, as Synn starts stomping away on him, not wanting to play around!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Now you’ve done it, Thunder…
CJJ: You don’t tug on Superman’s cape, and you don’t piss off Synn!!
Thunder crawls away into the neutral corner, seeking escape, but Synn is coming at him anyway, smashing down onto him with The Nightmare Make Believe (Bronco Buster)!! She drops several times onto Thunder, before pulling herself up and walking over, tagging in Johnny Stylez, who appears to already be in his Jestyr Seryous persona. He comes over, shaking his head at Thunder, before reaching down and helping him up. He checks on Thunder, making sure he’s good… before getting him with The Humbler (Backstabber), sending Thunder reeling into his corner!! Lightning, concerned for his brother, leans over towards him, checking on him while touching his shoulder. The referee slaps his hands together, making the tag official, with Lightning looking up in surprise. He shakes his head, signaling fo the referee to come over.
Lightning tries to explain that he didn’t mean to tag, but the referee shrugs his shoulders. Stylez is then there, hitting Lightning with a forearm that nearly sends him flying off the apron! But Stylez grabs hold of him, pulling Lightning through the ropes instead, setting him up for the Crowd Pleaser (Draping DDT). He drops, spiking Lightning into the canvas! Stylez then gets up, dragging Lightning with him as he goes back over to their corner, tagging in Synn. The two quickly work together, lifting Lightning up, with Stylez and Synn delivering a combo brainbuster to the man, leaving him laid out! Synn drops on the cover, laying flat on him…
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2…
And Synn suddenly pulls Lightning up, stopping the pin herself!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Why’d she do that? This one might already be over!
CJJ: I think they want to make The Wrath of the Storm suffer some more, Patrick!
Indeed, Synn looks like she wants more, hauling up Lightning and glaring at him before twisting him around and delivering the Beautiful Disaster!!! Lightning’s flat on his back, as Thunder tries to pull himself up on the apron, looking their way. Seeing this, Synn signals, and Stylez quickly hops off the apron and rushes around the ring, coming up behind Thunder. He seems to be concerned for Lightning, pointing that direction, and he has no idea Stylez is behind him until he’s thrown forward, over the ropes and into the ring!! Stylez comes in with him, with the referee shouting a warning that’s quickly ignored by everyone in this one.
Instead, Stylez grabs hold of Thunder’s legs from behind, locking him into the T.O.B. (Tap Out Bitch)!!! Thunder’s screaming, slapping at the mat, as Stylez keeps the hold locked in. Lightning, coming to, sits up slightly, looking dazed, but Synn was waiting for that. She quickly puts him into the Bram Stoker, twisting HIM around as well!!! Lightning begins to submit, hitting the mat repeatedly, and this one gets the referee to ring the bell, even as Synn completed the Bram Stoker by slamming Lightning down with a cradle DDT. The two wrestlers stand over the defeated tag-team, looking like they’ve had a good time tonight.
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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: TOXIK
Match Time: 4:51
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PATRICK MATHEWS: A dominating win for this new tag-team, and I hope all other squads took note!
CJJ: It seems to me Stylez & Synn will be competing for those tag belts sooner rather than later…
The two wrestlers leave side-by-side, content with the destruction they’ve wrought on Thunder and Lightning. They then turn and leave the ring, heading up the aisle.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s been a crazy night so far, and we’ve got plenty left to come!
CJJ: I hope the matches get a little more competitive after this, that’s for sure…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, we’ll just have to…
The crowd reacts, some cheering and some booing, as the video for the Smash General Manager, Jonathan Barrows, begins to play. They turn towards the entryway, where we see Barrows making his way out, finely dressed as always. He stands on the stage, looking around, a somber expression on his face.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is a surprise!
CJJ: I wonder what Mr. Barrows wants? I mean, as the GM, he can do anything he wants, so I’m not questioning him, I’m just curious…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Calm down, CJJ, he’s obviously not even watching to catch your brown-nosing.
CJJ: He watches the shows back, Patrick! He’ll see this for sure! And that’s, uh, what makes him great!
Barrows waits for a few moments for the crowd to die down, then raises the mic to his lips.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I trust you’ve been enjoying your night of action so far?
This gets some cheers from the crowd, and Barrows nods, pleased with that reaction. He doesn’t smile for long, however.
JONATHAN BARROWS: I hate to spoil the evening tonight, but unfortunately, I do have news that I need to share with the Smash faithful. Two weeks ago, on Smash, Devlin Knight appeared and attacked members of The Fortunate Ones.
This earns another cheer from the crowd, but Barrows ignores them.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Last week on Monday Night Brawl, The Fortunate Ones opted to seek revenge on the rival show, despite the strict rules of Candice Page and the others in charge of that show. Unfortunately, there were consequences from that interaction, and how it all worked out. Due to what happened on Brawl… I am here to announce that Sonya Benson has breached her contract with the WGWF, and has left the company.
While some haters of Sonya let out a whoop, most of the crowd seems stunned at this revelation.
CJJ: Wait… Sonya is gone??
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sounds like it, CJJ.
CJJ: That can’t be!
JONATHAN BARROWS: In a similar vein, we were unable to come to an understanding with Clyde Newton… due to this surprising development… this has led to the vacating of the WGWF X-Division Championship.
This earns even stronger gasps from the audience, as a champion has apparently departed.
CJJ: CLYDE’S GONE TOO???
PATRICK MATHEWS: What a huge shocker!
CJJ: What The Hell Happened This Week?!?!?!
JONATHAN BARROWS: With two of the members of The Fortunate Ones having left the WGWF, I have looked to have talks with Joe Montuori regarding his contract extension before WrestleWars. I wanted to meet with him tonight. But I was informed that Montuori has decided NOT to show up here tonight.
PATRICK MATHEWS: No JMont??
CJJ: My heart can’t take any more of this…
JONATHAN BARROWS: Now, as everyone knows, I strive to be a completely fair General Manager. I am interested in only the quality of our shows and the ratings that it can bring. In that note, I believe that not having Mr. Montuori on the show is penalty-worthy. Therefore, I am issuing a 5-figure fine to Joe Montuori effective immediately.
The crowd reacts, but it’s hard to tell if they’re celebrating no JMont or if they’re celebrating the fine… or both.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Suffice to say, I feel I am being very generous with this fine. And I can guarantee that, if Mr. Montuori does not show up on the NEXT Smash, the fine will… significantly… increase.
CJJ: Cut him some slack, Barrows!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Quiet down, CJJ. Didn’t you just say Mr. Barrows watches these shows back?
JONATHAN BARROWS: Now, on the matter of the X-Division Championship… we already had a #1 contender in Damage, and that contendership will be honored. Damage WILL fight for the X-Division Title at WrestleWars. His opponent… or opponents… will be named soon. But the championship will NOT stay vacant long, and it will again be defended here on Smash.
The reaction is mixed, because some fans were hoping it would be decided here tonight, in front of them. But there is still respect for the championship.
JONATHAN BARROWS: With that said, I will not take up any more of our precious television time, as I know none of you came to witness me talking. You came to see the wrestlers compete! So on with the show!!
There’s a loud cheer as Barrows turns, leaving the stage.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t believe it. The Fortunate Ones… appear to have fallen!
CJJ: This is the worst night I ever could have imagined…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Will Joe Montuori find a way to restore the stable? Or have the good guys finally won??
CJJ: Shut your mouth, Patrick! I’m in mourning right now!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sorry, CJJ.
CJJ’s sobs can be heard over the mic, as we head to the next contest.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, with a 10-minute time limit! Introducing first, standing 6’6” and weighing 272 lbs, from Chicago, Illinois, here is “THE SPRUCE GOOSE” CONNOR MALLORY!!!
"Red White & Blue" by Lynyrd Skynyrd plays as the Spruce Goose comes out of the back holding an American flag. He waves it back and forth ignoring the boos from the crowd and stands it upright, saluting it. He then hands the flag off to an assistant before walking down to the ring to fight for his country.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This guy used to be the tag-team partner of our very own Memphis Belle, back when they were The Patriots.
CJJ: No wonder Memphis looks like she just watched Madame Webb.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ll have to see if Mallory can put away the history he has and be competitive tonight.
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent… standing 6’5” and weighing 240 lbs, from Santo Domingo, DR, here is HANARI CARNES!!
Danza Kuduro hits and Hanari spins and dances his way out to the ramp in traditional latin Bachata style. He is carrying the flag of the Dominican Republic on a flag pole over his shoulder. He swings his hips and points at the ladies in the front row, winking and making the gun symbol with his thumb and index finger of his free hand. He spins again and walks his way down to the ring with a cocky head swing and a million dollar smile. Climbing the ring steps he gets into the ring, getting on the top rope and waving the flag a few times before jumping down and preparing for the match.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ve been seeing vignettes for Hanari Carnes for a month now. It’s great to finally have him here and ready to compete!
CJJ: Yeah, we get to find out if we wasted all that time airing out his material when we could have done the… the… *sniff*
PATRICK MATHEWS: The Fortunate Ones, I assume?
CJJ: … Let’s just… let’s just concentrate on this match.
As the bell sounds, Mallory stomps his way forward, grabbing Carnes on the shoulder and spinning him around. He points to the flag that Carnes brought down, obviously not happy with it. He then turns, pointing over towards where an American flag is flying, and slaps himself on the chest, doing a salute. Carnes shrugs, having no problem with it. He tells Mallory something, and then turns away, securing the flag in his corner. Mallory, steaming, hits Carnes from behind, punching away at him!! The crowd boos as Mallory backs away, then comes in with a corner clothesline, doing his best to drive right through his opponent!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Mallory fashions himself as a “real American”, but from what I hear, his temper led to his break-up with Memphis and a losing streak that he never recovered from.
CJJ: Well, he’s certainly got that intensity tonight. Will it help him or hurt him?
Mallory has brought Carnes to the center of the ring now, holding him up and pointing out towards the crowd, expecting cheers. But he’s getting nothing but boos from the crowd, who didn’t appreciate his sneak-attack. Annoyed at their reaction, Mallory goes to smash Carnes with another shot… but Carnes catches his arm, getting a jumping armbreaker!! Mallory rolls away in pain, as Carnes gets back to his feet, moving nimbly back and forth. As Mallory works to get up, Carnes is there, scooping him into his arms, then driving him down with a falling front slam! He stays on top, holding onto Mallory’s leg…
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And Mallory kicks out, shoving Carnes off of him and rolling out of the ring! He walks on the outside, trying to recover, as he looks frustrated. Carnes watches from inside the ring, waiting, as Mallory makes his way around the apron… and stops near where Memphis Belle is sitting, staring at her. Memphis looks uncomfortable, trying not to make eye contact, as Mallory continues to look her direction. He takes a step her way… but Carnes has slid out of the ring now, grabbing Mallory from behind and sending him sprawling back into the ring! Carnes nods to Memphis, then rolls in himself, jumping up… and getting caught by a spinning discus elbow from Mallory!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That wasn’t creepy at all…
CJJ: Hey, in a way, it worked for Mallory. You’ve got to go with what’s successful, right?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Or you could just wrestle and leave everything else out of it…
Mallory has maneuvered Carnes around now, applying an ankle lock submission to try and take all of his footwork away from him. Carnes is fighting against the hold, ignoring the referee, who is seeing if he wants to submit. Carnes, instead, starts to pull himself forward, using all his strength, dragging himself towards the ropes. Mallory tries to hang on, but he can’t stop it, as Carnes reaches out, grabbing the bottom rope. The ref calls for the break, but Mallory shakes his head, refusing to do it. The ref is warning him off, even as Carnes starts to pull himself upwards using the ropes. He gets to the middle and then the top, hopping on one foot, but Mallory still won’t break the hold, despite the ref’s warnings. He starts to count, threatening a DQ, as Mallory argues with him… not seeing Carnes leaping up and nailing Mallory in the head with an enziguri, finally breaking the hold!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Some great agility from Carnes there, showing that he’d get free whether Mallory wanted to release him or not!
CJJ: That was a tight submission hold, too, but a great counter to it! Now Carnes can retake the upper hand in this one!
Carnes shakes his ankle out, getting the blood flowing again, as he watches Mallory start to get up. He comes in, grabbing hold of Mallory before he can get away, and lifts him up, performing a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!! Mallory flops on the mat, stunned, as Carnes has to limp away for a second, his ankle still hurting him. But he shakes it off, turning to the ropes and pulling himself up onto the turnbuckle. As Mallory tries to recover, not realizing the danger he’s in, Carnes leaps off the top, coming down onto Mallory’s chest with a double foot stomp!!! The crowd pops for the maneuver, as Carnes rolls in pain, before coming back to make the cover, grabbing hold of one of Mallory’s legs…
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THR-No! Mallory manages to kick out in time!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re seeing that the hype about Hanari Carnes coming to the WGWF was not misplaced! This guy’s going to be a major talent!
CJJ: Hey, Mallory just kicked out from getting his ribs stomped in. I think that deserves a nod of respect as well.
Mallory is on his stomach now, trying to get his breath back. He pulls himself up, trying to figure out what’s going on. He looks around, finally realizing that Carnes is behind him when he’s dropped with a backstabber!! Mallory rolls away, trying to get up on his hands and knees, looking for a way out. But Carnes doesn’t give it to him, quickly latching onto Mallory and yanking him down into ¡Viva el dominicano! The arm submission is locked in tightly, as Mallory yells out, trying to pull himself away from it. But there’s nowhere to go, as Carnes has it locked in the center of the ring!! Mallory keeps fighting, clawing at the mat, looking to push himself towards the ropes, but as he gets close, Carnes pulls off a rolling twist, bringing them BACK to the center!! With all hope gone, Mallory finally has no choice… tapping out on the mat!
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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: HANARI CARNES
Match Time: 7:38
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Mallory submits!! Hanari Carnes gets the victory!
CJJ: A strong debut for Carnes, I can’t wait to see what he’s got for us in the future!
Carnes hops up, accepting the ref’s rewarding of him the win. He turns and leaves, even as a hurting Mallory pulls himself up using the ropes, arguing with the referee that he ever submitted. He’s denying it, despite the evidence, as we slowly cut awy.
The scene cuts to the parking lot area where Gus Sinclair is standing by, as a metallic green Lamborghini arrives, parking right in front of the talent entrance to the arena. The door slides open and out steps Xavier Lux, looking like a Billion bucks. Yes, billion, with a capital B.
GUS: Wow, what a ride!
XL: Thanks, it’s a Lamborghini Veneno, that means venom in Spanish! Get it? When they made this bad boy for the 50th anniversary of Lamborghini I just had to get my hands on one.
GUS: Wow, I’m not even going to ask how much it is.
XL: Well, I wouldn’t tell you any way… I’m not J-Mont, I don’t brag like that… but like him, I do have great taste in cars. I will say this, it is the most expensive car Lamborghini every made… Anyway, park it for me? Don’t you dare scratch it! Oh, and get my bags while you’re at it.
Xavier throws the keys at him, then starts to walk in when Gus stops him.
GUS: No wait Xavier, it’s me, Gus!
XL: Nice to meet you Gus, but I don’t do autographs.
GUS: Aw really? That’s too bad… Wait, I mean, I interviewed you last week! I’m Gus Sinclair.
Xavier takes off his sunglasses and looks Gus up and down, then smiles again before putting his shades back on.
XL: GUS BABY! Of course I remember you. You helped me introduced Bertha to the world.
GUS: Right, though I honestly didn’t expect her to see action right away.
XL: That’s the thing about Bertha, she is from Nepal you see, they make handcrafted tools of war that are beautiful, but deadly… Are you familiar with the sayings about these weapons?
GUS: No, can’t say that I am.
XL: Well it’s a very simply saying, each of them come in a case, or holder, or what have you… But if you take them out, then they better taste blood, or else, things will go badly for the owner of said weapon… So you see, when I took out Bertha to show her off to the world, I couldn’t just put her back… She had to taste blood, and the thing about ol’ girl is, a taste is not enough… She likes to eat, nah’mean?
GUS: No, I can’t say that I do… But let’s talk about you using Bertha, after the “Bloodbath showcase” match between Johnny Stylez and your good friend, Peter Vaughn. Can you tell us why attack them both, specially Vaughn? I mean you broke the internet with that one.
XL: Did I now? Well, I’m off social media, so I wouldn’t know… But I think it’s pretty obvious why I did what I did… It was Bertha’s coming out party to let the world know that I have my eyes set on the Bloodbath title, and no one, friend or foe will get in my way. Yes, Peter is my good friend, but so is J-Mont and you see how that has fallen off the rails. Peter has every right to be upset with me, and he really needs to leave Cholo out of this, but the bottom line is he knows that in this promotion, it’s every man for themselves, Fortunates be damned. This is specially true for the bloodbath division. Since Peter and Johnny, have already made claims in it, I had to make mine to let them know, plain and simple, that if they want that title… They are going to have to go through me… and Bertha.
GUS: Well another wrestler who is interested in that title, is your opponent tonight, John “The Beast” Cable. Now you have had 2 matches so far in WGWF, but this will not only be your Smash debut, but your singles debut in WGWF. How are you feeling going up against a man the caliber of John Cable?
XL: I’m of the frame of mind that when you are new in a place, you find the biggest guy in the room, you walk right up to him and punch him on their face. In WGWF, in the Smash brand, it doesn’t get any bigger than John Cable and no, I am not only talking about in size, but in reputation. This man, actually, this beast, lives and breaths WGWF… So when I was presented with a list of possible opponents, there was no bigger name for me than his. Is it a sign of respect? Sure, but is also a warning to everyone that I am not afraid to go to war with anyone… and if there is still any doubt in anyone’s mind about my credentials, or what I can do in the ring still, then they need to watch the main event tonight…
Xavier takes off his shades again, but this time there is no smile.
XL: Lux vs. Cable I was already going to be a great match in itself, but now that it is a light-tubes ‘bloodbath showcase’ match… Then in one word, the match will be… deadly for John Cable.
He throws his shades back on and pats Gus on the shoulders.
XL: Now if you excuse me, I gotta go get ready.
Xavier heads inside.
GUS: Xavier wait, your keys!
From inside the arena you hear.
XL: I SAID PARK IT!
Gus shakes his head..
GUS: Fine, I guess…
XL: AND DON’T FORGET MY BAGS!
Gus curses under his breath.
GUS: Become a reporter they said… You’ll do great they said… You’ll meet celebrities they said..
He continues to complain as the show cuts back to ringside.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit.
"There's Only One King" begins to play.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring from Jacksonville, Florida… Weighing in at 240 pounds and standing 6’5” tall… GIDEON KING!
Gideon King walks out of the back, wearing a fine robe. He throws it off, showing his powerful arms to the crowd, and he heads to the ring giving some high fives to anyone who wants them and a few who don't.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Before last Smash, King had been in a tailspin, but he managed to defeat John Blade to get back on the winning column.
King gets into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, pumped that he is going to win tonight.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And his opponent…
The lights in the arena fade to an eerie blue glow as opening heavy notes of "Down" by Stone Temple Pilots begins to play which somehow sucks the color from the broadcast rendering the image on the screen black and white.
MEMPHIS BELLE: About to come the ring from The Mariana Trench, weighing in at 228 pounds and standing 6’1” tall… THE KRAKEN KAZMERICK!
The song hauntingly continues as the man known as the KRAKEN Kazmerick stands in the center of the entrance with both hands over his face, as the song continues to play he slowly pulls his hands down revealing his signature sinister smile across his face and flashes the silver metal staple gun. He begins to head towards the ring with a slow pace, yet his body is a constant variation of tremors and tics that seems unnatural in its being.
CJJ: This is Kaz's first match on Smash, and I for one I’m so glad Burrows managed to get him on the #1 brand in WGWF.
The bell rings and both wrestlers circle each other before locking up in the middle of the ring, but only briefly as the taller, heavier, Gideon King easily pushes Kazmerick down to the mat. Gideon does a little flex and Kaz twitches a bit before getting to his feet and beginning to circle the ring again. They go for another lock-up but Kaz has already learned his lesson and he ducks King, sneaking behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist before attempting to lift him up, but Gideon uses his weight to pull himself back down and then breaks free with a drop toe hold on Kaz. As soon as Kaz’s face hits the mat Gideon jumps on his back and applies a headlock. Kaz quickly gets out of it, grabbing King’s arm, pulling it and applying a hammerlock while still down on the mat. Gideon shifts left and right trying to break free and then manages to get to his feet using his power. He then tries to reach between his legs to try to grab Kaz but he opens his legs up so he can’t reach him. Gideon then comes back up and throws a wild back elbow but Kaz ducks it, and when he comes back up, he flicks King on his right eye, blinding him momentarily. The ref gives Kaz a warning, but he waves him off as he gets back to work on King, applying a headlock and taking him back down to the mat with it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Kaz has been wrestling in here for a while, and he will not stop his cheating antics.
CJJ: A little thumb to the eye never really hurt nobody.
King struggles slightly but then uses his long legs to wrap them around Kaz’s head and applies a head-scissors. Kaz does some weird twitching and it’s unclear if it’s from the choke hold or from whatever is going on with him, but he is able to kip-up, breaking free from the hold. King is quick on his feet though, getting up and as Kaz turns around King nails him with a European uppercut! Kaz stumbles into the corner and it is here where King goes to town, nailing Kaz repeatedly with European uppercuts. He then whips Kaz to the opposite side and Kaz hits hard, stumbling out of the corner into the arms of King who quickly hooks him and drops him with an over the head belly-to-belly suplex! He stands up and again flexes arrogantly and he gets a mix reaction from the crowd. He then goes to pick up Kaz but this time he gets his eyes raked for his troubles. King stumbles backwards as Kaz gets up holding his back and moving the ref out of the way who was giving him another warning for cheating.
PATRICK MATHEWS: How many warnings will the ref give Kazmerick before he actually DQ’s him?
CJJ: A few more hopefully, would hate to see this match end that way.
Kaz moves in quick on King and begins to nail him with knee strikes until he backs King to a corner where he finishes the attack with a rocking headbutt. He then grabs King and whips him to the other side, but the more powerful King reverses it and pulls him in and gives him a kick to the gut. Kaz doubles over and King lifts him up for a body slam, but Kaz breaks free on the scoop up and falls behind King and quickly rolls him up for the first pin of the match!
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Kick out by King who immediately jumps to his feet and so does Kaz, who ducks the European uppercut attempt by King and as he loses his footing, Kaz nails him with a thrust kick that rocks him but doesn’t drop him! Kaz measures him again and hits him with a second thrust kick that sends King stumbling onto the ropes but still doesn’t go down but bounces off. Kaz catches him on the rebound and sends him flying with a t-bone suplex! King lands near the corner but Kaz quickly drags him towards the middle of the ring and pins him for a second time!
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Th… kick out by King!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Kaz is taking the fight to The One and Only King.
CJJ: Did you expect anything less from The Kraken? I didn’t!
Kaz sits him up and then runs towards the ropes, bounces off and nails him with drop kick to the face. The impact sends King rolling to the outside, but he lands on his feet, holding himself up by the apron. Kaz uses the opportunity to bounce himself off the ropes again, and as King backs away from the ring, Kaz goes for a dive to the outside! But King catches him, spins him around and drops him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! King takes a moment to recover from Kaz’s attack and then he brings him up but doesn’t toss him back in the ring. Instead, he lifts him over his shoulder takes off and delivers a running power slam onto the ramp! The crowd lets out a loud “OH!” after the move and King gets up and smiles proudly. Kaz rolls down the ramp and lays by the ring as King now jumps up on the apron, walks towards a corner before jumping off and delivering a double foot stomp to Kaz’ sternum! Now King tosses him inside the ring after picking him up and goes for his pin attempt of the match!
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Thre… kick out by Kazmerick! King sits him up and now applies a shoulder claw submission! The ref asks Kaz right away if he gives up but he waves him off, shouting no!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Gideon is knowing for his submissions, and this move right here could very well win him the match.
CJJ: You know, I was reading on krakens, and here is a fun fact, they are not known to be quitters… So, have to disagree with you there.
King adds to the pressure to The Claw submission and Kaz tries to turn to the left and right but King’s grip is too strong, so he does the next best thing in trying to reach the ropes with his foot. King twists his hands on Kaz’s shoulder, causing him to twitch and spaz more than ever, but somehow, some way, he manages to touch the bottom rope with the tip of his wrestling boot! The ref tells Gideon to break the hold, but he refuses, and the ref starts the count!
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3!!!
4!!!!
And King finally breaks the hold! But only to pull Kaz down and hook both legs for the pin!
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Thre… kick out by Kaz but just barely! King gets to his feet and brings Kaz to his, before whipping him to the ropes. Kaz bounces off and King sends him flying with a back body drop! But Kaz lands on his feet, turns King around and goes for a right hand but King blocks it and gives him a kick stiff to the mid-section instead! King now hooks Kaz between his legs, cracks his own neck and then goes to lift him up for a power-bomb, but Kaz kicks his legs fighting him off. King nails him with hard forearm shots to the back to weaken him and then tries to get him up again but again Kaz kicks to keep himself grounded and then with all his might lifts, sending King flying with a back body drop! Kaz drops to his knees, holding his shoulder in pain, thanks to the claw submission.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Kaz managed to dodge a bullet there because if King hit the Tiger-bomb he was going for, it would have been all over.
CJJ: You really think so huh? But he may not look it, but Kazmerick can withstand a great amount of pain.
Kaz now gets to his feet but so does King, with his hand on his lower-back. He turns towards Kaz who nails him with a throat-chop! King stumbles backwards onto the ropes and Kaz is there to grab him and whip him towards the opposite side. King reverses it however and it is Kaz who bounces off. King goes for a clothesline but Kaz ducks it, wraps his arms around King’s shoulder, swings around and drops him with a swinging DDT! Kaz makes the nonchalant pin right after!
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Thre… Kick out by King! Kaz mounts him right away and begins to pummel him with stiff right hands, and the ref tells him to open the fists up but Kaz refuses! The ref warns him about a DQ and after two more shots, Kaz finally stops, getting off King and bringing him back up. He then hooks the slightly bigger man for a suplex, gets him up and delivers it perfectly! Gideon King no sells it however, popping back up, receiving a surge or energy from out of nowhere. Kaz is surprised and chares at King who surprises him with a European uppercut and doesn’t let Kaz stumble backwards, instead, pulling him in, turning him, lifting him and dropping him with a side-suplex! King kips-up now but so does Kaz, now he showing zero effects from the side suplex. Both men stare at each other intently and then charge at each other and begins to pummel the other with right hands as the crowd goes wild!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Here we go CJJ, both wrestlers got their second wind and the crowd is fully into it!
CJJ: Of course they are! These are two of the best up-and-coming stars we have on this brand, and they are showing you why right now.
Kaz gets the upper-hand surprisingly, turns King around, wraps his arms around his waist, lifts him and drops him with a German suplex! Kaz jumps on top of him for the pin but King kicks out just after 1 and pops up! Kaz is shocked and charges at King with a clothesline, King ducks and then shoves Kaz towards the ropes. Kaz bounces chest first and stumbles backwards right onto King who drops him with a tiger suplex with a bridge!
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No! Kick out by Kaz! Both wrestlers stay down this time, breathing heavily from the suplex exchange and the crowd begins to clap, showing their appreciation for both men who are giving them a hell of a match. King sits up like a certain dead-man, looks to the side at Kaz who is breathing heavily and smiles revealing his mouthpiece. He gets to his feet and then walks over to Kaz’s, grabbing them and hooking them for a sharpshooter! But as he goes to wrap the legs and spin Kaz around, he reaches for King’s head and pulls him down into an inside cradle! But King kicks out right away, both wrestlers got their feet and King quickly nails Kaz with a knee lift! He now motions to the crowd that is over, picking Kaz up into a fireman’s carry, setting him up for “The Checkmate” (GTS)! But as he pushes Kaz up to bring him down, face first onto his knee, Kaz catches the leg, then hooks King’s head under his other arm, lifts him and drops him with a fisherman suplex with a bridge!
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No! Kick out by King!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Both wrestlers with close calls in this great back and forth match!
CJJ: I can’t believe King kicked out of that, thought Kaz had won his first match on this brand!
Kaz looks at the ref frustrated and asks for a faster count. He then decides to go to the outside, walking over to the timekeeper’s table and grabs a steel chair! The ref tells him not to bring it inside, but Kaz does just that throwing it inside the ring, over the ref’s head, and landing on the other side of the ring. As the ref goes to grab the chair, Kaz quickly slides inside the ring. King is on his feet now and charges at Kaz but Kaz nails him with a kick to King’s jewels! But the ref, who was tossing the chair to the outside, doesn’t see it! With King doubled over in pain, Kaz takes a step back and delivers a superkick to the side of King’s head! King drops to one knee and Kaz quickly comes up from behind him, applying a sleeper hold! Kaz then brings him up with it, all the way up and then down with a sleeper suplex he calls “Reachers from the Deep!” Kaz quickly makes the pin, hooking both legs!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: KRACKEN KAZMERICK
Match Time: 14:32
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PATRICK MATHEWS: A big victory for Kazmerick here tonight! It was an incredible fight, but the Kracken comes out on top!
CJJ: I don’t like to admit it, but I have to say, King put up an amazing battle here. He very nearly got a winning streak going.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We may see big things coming from both men, but I especially think this one’s going to boost Kazmerick up the rankings for sure!
Kaz gets his arm raised, looking like he expected it the whole time. We cut away.
A video begins playing. Backlit behind a large row of lights behind him, a man sits in a lavish, comfortable looking chair. We can only see a general outline of the man, no facial features can be discerned. Just the shape of a man slouched back, totally relaxed, and with a lit blunt in one hand. After a short sigh of relief, the man speaks.
Man: You know, looking back on it, I don’t why I was so uptight. I guess I thought I had a legacy to uphold or something to that effect. But it’s only after taking a few steps back…
The man pauses to take another, long inhale from his blunt, quickly letting out a cloud of smoke from his mouth, spectacularly lit from the backlighting.
Man: …that it really isn’t that big of a deal. I mean, I’ve been so much happier as a person, a better businessman, a better LOVER ever since I had my realization. It’s been nice.
But I’m ready to be in the ring again.
I’m ready to spread these good vibes out to WGWF, because gawd knows they need it. And I’ve got just the guy who could use a hit or two from me, haha
The man continues to laugh, slowly getting lost in laughter as though someone had just told him an incredible joke, as the feed fades to black.
MEMPHIS BELLE The next match is scheduled for one fall, with a 20-minute time limit. It will be fought under Hardcore Rules!! Introducing first…
“Break It Down” by Lil Debbie plays the venue’s interior surround systems. The audience immediately boos the young athlete coming out from the backstage area smiling at the hatred she receives. Amber stands center stage with her hands on her hips, staring out to the audience before doing a slow twirl where a spotlight shines only on her, creating the illusion of a silhouette. Once she faces the audience again, she snaps her fingers, and the lights return to normal before strutting down to the ring like on a model’s runway.
MEMPHIS BELLE Introducing on her way to the ring! Hailing from Boca Raton, Florida! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 143 pounds! She is “THE INFLUENCE” AMBER MANSLEY!
Amber stops before the apron facing the ring, then looks both ways at the fans at ringside booing her. She gently leans over the apron, shrugs her shoulders, and then kisses the camera. Amber holds onto the bottom rope with both hands before spinning herself into the ring, lying on the canvas in the center. The camera transitions to a sky-view with a single spotlight on her in the arena, and from the camera’s point of view, it looks like an artwork of Amber in a silhouette fashion. She gets back on her feet, snaps her finger to alert production to brighten the lights, and silences her music as she takes refuge in a corner, kicking her body up on the top rope to relax.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Many thought that Mansley would have the advantage in this one with no rules, as The Fortunate Ones were sure to get involved. But there are no other Fortunate Ones in the building!
CJJ: *sob* Too soon, Patrick!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You’re going to have to deal with reality eventually, CJJ.
CJJ: This is a dream and I’m going to wake up soon…
MEMPHIS BELLE And her opponent…
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… as Mansley rushes forward, steel chair in hand, bringing the chair smashing into Bull’s leg!!! Bull rolls the rest of the way over the ropes, falling to the mat, as Mansley rears back to swing again!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Amber Mansley is incensed!!
CJJ: She’s tapping into rage for this contest, and it’s incredible! Go, Amber, go!!
The bell sounds belatedly, as the referee waves frantically to the timekeeper to get this one started. Mansley doesn’t stop, hitting Bull with the chair for a third time, as he struggles to get up. She then throws the chair on the ground, in front of Bull, before grabbing hold of him and dragging him over it. He double locks onto Bull’s arms, setting him up for a double-arm DDT onto the chair!! But at the last second, as Mansley lifts herself up to add to the plunge, Bull manages to straighten up, throwing Mansley overhead to the mat behind him! He shakes off the strikes he’s taken, turning around and grabbing Mansley on the way up. He lifts her bodily up, giving her a t-bone suplex backwards onto the chair!!! Mansley groans in pain from the impact, rolling out of the ring to the floor, as Bull pulls himself up, limping due to his injured leg. He starts after her, furious, as the referee just works to stay out of harm’s way.
CJJ: That was blatant, ref! Disqualify him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: … It’s a hardcore match, CJJ, remember?
CJJ: Yeah, but those rules should only apply to Amber! Not this big bastard!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s not the way it works and you know it, partner…
Outside the ring, Bull hauls Mansley up, dragging the smaller woman up the aisle. He bodily throws Mansley hard against a railing, making it shake, before stepping aside to get some distance. He charges forward, going for a lariat to send her into the crowd. But Mansley reaches over the railing, grabbing a drink from a startled fan, and throws it straight into Bull’s face, blinding him!! He staggers back, trying to clear his vision, as it’s clear that the drink was some sort of red drink, maybe a Fanta Red or a Big Red. It doesn’t matter, as it still burns, enough so that Mansley can grab the blinded Bull by the head and run forward, leaping over the railing as if performing a tornado DDT, but driving Bull throat-first into the railing!!! Bull drops backwards, trying to breathe through his injured esophagus, as Mansley gets to her feet and berates the fan’s drinking choice before going back after Bull.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t know what Mansley is mad about. Big Red is a perfectly good soda to drink!
CJJ: Please. With all the options available here at a WGWF event, and THAT’S what you go with? Terrible, just terrible. I wish it had been something with a little more kick to it, as that would have burned Corey more…
Back in the aisle, Mansley has gotten another steel chair, probably from the fan she was just berating. She rears back, blasting Bull in the back before he can rise!! Bull slumps to the mat, hurt, as Mansley positions the chair around Bull’s leg. She then goes back to the railing, climbing up, wanting to leap down onto the chair, possibly breaking Bull’s leg! The fans are booing, getting Mansley’s attention, as she tells them all to back off, or they’re getting taken out next! Mansley then jumps off the railing with a double stomp… but Bull moves his leg just in time!! Mansley does a flip, landing on her back, holding her knees in agony, as Bull struggles to get up, kicking the chair off of him. He angrily limps over to Mansley, hauling her up, and then grabs her by the throat, lifting her in the air and hitting a chokeslam on the aisle mats!! But Bull’s not done, lifting her twice more, and hitting all three chokeslams to complete the Kingsbury Run!!! He makes the first cover, with the ref right there…
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THRE-NO!! Mansley still gets a shoulder up!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’ll say this, I didn’t expect Mansley to be able to kick out of that, not with those weak mats she landed on!
CJJ: Everyone underestimates Amber Mansley, but she’s the toughest fighter on our roster!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maybe I’ve always seen her in the light of The Fortunate Ones. This time, she’s solo, and she’s still fighting out there…
CJJ: But she’s STILL a Fortunate One! They will rise again!! You’ll see!!!
Seemingly more angry now that Mansley has kicked out of the Kingsbury Run, Bull starts dragging her up the aisle, towards the stage area. He gets her to the ramp, locking her up and throwing her bodily overhead with a release German suplex, sending her crashing down on the edge of the ramp! She hangs there, hurt, as Bull lines her up. He runs forward, going for a punt kick, but Mansley senses it coming managing to sit up in time. Bull misses the swing, but doesn’t hit anything else, stabilizing himself. He shakes his head, knowing that would have ended it, then goes up on the ramp, pulling Mansley up as well… who lands a knee right to Bull’s groin, doubling him over!!! Mansley then yells out before grabbing Bull by the head and jumping forward, giving him a cutter onto the steel ramp!!! Bull’s down, as Mansley rolls over, covering him…
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THR-and Bull shoves an arm up, keeping this one going! Mansley, furious, grabs hold of him, pulling him up and dragging him up the ramp to the stage. She then continues forward, pulling Bull to the stage side, grabbing him by the head and slamming it into the edge of the set!! But Bull straightens up, absorbing the hit, then grabs Mansley, banging HER head into the set as well!! Mansley stumbles away, holding her head and going through the curtain, as Bull follows after her. The ref, though reluctant, follows as well.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait! We’re losing our view of them!
CJJ: Someone get the cameramen in the back over here, now! We need to see what’s happening!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is the danger of a hardcore match, as this one could end up anywhere! It could even wind up in the parking lot!
CJJ: Oh god, my car!!
As CJJ gets on his cell phone, telling his assistant to get his fancy vehicle out of there, we finally get the feed back in one of the hallways past the main entrance. Bull staggers after Mansley, grabbing at her arm, only for Mansley to grab a bowl off of the nearby table and spin, smashing it into Bull’s chest! The bowl, which apparently had some kind of cheese dip in it, splatters everywhere. Bull shrugs it off, though, grabbing Mansley again and throwing her backwards into the rest of the table, causing half of the legs to fail. With the table now at a diagonal, Mansley rolls down it, ending up on the floor. She struggles to get up, as Bull grabs hold of her from behind, slamming her head bodily into the concrete!! She goes limp, with Bull rolling her over to make the cover. The ref, behind them, has to go around to get into position…
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THRE-NO!! Mansley gets out of it!! Bull angrily confronts the ref, blaming him for not being there in time, shoving him backwards onto his butt! Bull then grabs hold of Mansley and pulls her up, bringing her further down the hallway. He looks to his right, seeing a window into one of the rooms at the arena. Grinning, Bull pulls Mansley up, saying that looks aren’t everything, before whipping her towards the window!! But Mansley gets her feet up, catching on either side of the window! She flips herself up, managing to land behind the startled Bull, then puts all her weight into shoving both of them forward, shattering through the window!!!! Bull goes down hard near a nearby desk, as Mansley falls to her knees as well, exhausted.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Jesus!! Bull’s been cut to ribbons there!!
CJJ: Hah!! The reaction time of Amber Mansley is incredible!! Also, they should really build better glass windows here at the arena, that one broke like it was breakaway glass or something…
PATRICK MATHEWS: *cough cough*
Mansley is back up now, dragging Bull to his feet and taking him to the doorway of the room they just crashed into. They go through it to the other side, with the cameraman and referee carefully following them, taking them out to a large hallway. Two interns are walking their direction, oblivious to the danger now in front of them, and Mansley takes full advantage, whipping Bull towards them. But Bull reverses it, shooting Mansley that way as well, and she crashes into both interns, sending them flying!! The interns clearly take the worst of it, as Mansley pulls herself up quickly, but Bull is already rushing right at her, nailing her with The Boot Check!!! Mansley’s down, as Bull drops on top of her for the cover…
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THRE-NO!! Mansley’s shoulder gets off the concrete!! Bull can’t believe it, thinking that was going to be it. He demands the referee count again, holding Mansley down firmer this time…
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TH-And Mansley kicks out again!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Mansley is refusing to stay down!
CJJ: Of course she is! Only the best become a Fortunate One!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You mean like Sonya and…
CJJ: We’re not talking about that now.
Furious, Bull drags Mansley up, taking her with him as they head out of the hallway and into a back area of the arena. There are pallets and barrels stacked around us, as Bull picks Mansley up into the air, slamming her down onto one of the pallets, breaking it!! Mansley slumps there, hurting, as Bull signals that it’s time for the end. He waits to the side, watching as Mansley fights gamely to her feet. He lines her up, then rushes forward, going for the Sleepy Hollow kick!!! But Mansley yanks her head back at the last second, avoiding Bull’s charge and sending him right up next to a stack of large barrels! Bull, though, manages to stop his momentum, looking upwards at the high stack for a second, as if considering what might have been. He turns back, seeing Mansley struggling to get up, and lines her up again… but suddenly, the tall stack behind him begins to fall, crashing down onto Bull from behind!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh no!!!
CJJ: AVALANCHE!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What made them fall?? Bull didn’t even get there!!
CJJ: All I know is, we can’t even see Bull anymore!!
The barrels go in all directions, as we can see a figure running off in the distance. It’s blurry, though, so we can’t make out who it is. The barrels suddenly move, with Corey Bull finally reappearing, looking battered. He shoves a barrel away, holding his side, and tries to stand… but Mansley flies into view, leaping into Bull with the It’s Giving Finisher!!! The forearm shot lands perfectly, knocking Bull back down into the barrels. Mansley quickly rolls a couple of them forward, onto Bull, before getting on top and hanging on as the ref decides to make the count…
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: AMBER MANSLEY
Match Time: 16:29
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What in the world just happened??
CJJ: Amber Mansley just won, that’s what happened!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But… who helped her? Who pushed over the barrels? Nobody else from The Fortunate Ones are here!!
CJJ: Well, it wasn’t me, and you’re my alibi on that. That’s all I know.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I can’t believe this!
The referee raises up Mansley’s hand, as she lets out a triumphant shout. The barrels begin to move, though, so Mansley opts to walks away, her job completed.
We are backstage as a man approaches the office of Jonathan Barrows, he looks at the sign and grins
Figure: This is the place where I need to be to introduce myself.
He enters the office as the camera remains focused upon the door for several moments before the same individual walks out as he gives Jonathan Barrows a handshake. He then turns and stares into the camera.
Figure: Oh hello, I know what you must be thinking? Who is this guy and what is he doing here?? Well, let’s just say you got to wait until April’s fool to find out… See you all on Monday Night Brawl.
The crowd erupts with boos upon the sweet sounds of Alice and Chains “Man in a Box” hitting the speakers, and even louder to see Seth Stevens saunter out through the curtain with a slick smirk on his face. Seth is wearing a Grado t-shirt with a huge red “X” across Edward’s face. Seth ignores the boos from the crowd as he makes his way toward the ring; flipping off fans along the way. Seth rolls into the ring under the bottom rope before nipping up to his feet and calling for a microphone. Seth takes center ring, microphone in hand as the music fades away leaving the boos from the crowd echoing throughout the arena. Seth raises the microphone as he begins to state.
SETH STEVENS- “The boos are music to my ears because the last thing I’m looking for is any respect from marks like every one of you.”
The boos grow louder as Seth laughs under his breath.
SETH STEVENS- “Guys like the new shirt?”
Seth displays the Grado t-shirt with a huge red “X” across the face.
SETH STEVENS- “Who said you can’t make improvements? You see, over the last several months I’ve made it my mission to remove the skid mark known as Edward Grado from the WGWF. There isn’t any room in this company for a bumbling goof like Grado. He paid the price for not walking away when he had the chance.”
A loud chant of “YOU SUCK!” echoes in unison throughout the arena in an attempt to rattle Seth’s cage… but to no avail.
SETH STEVENS- “There isn’t anything any of you can say or do to take my sunshine away.”
Seth motions toward the tron.
SETH STEVENS- “If I could direct your attention toward the Tron.”
Clips of Seth hitting the Pilmanizer on Grado with his head wedged between a chair are shown before going back live to the ring as Seth laughs so hard he has to compose himself to the boos of the crowd.
SETH STEVENS- “I tried to warn him, I tried to tell him that I wasn’t anything nice to play with… but sometimes actions speak louder than words ever could. Now that Eddie G is out of the way I’ve got my eyes locked on a bigger prize… The BLOODBATH CHAMPIONSHIP…”
Seth continues.
SETH STEVENS- “All I’ve seen and heard since the announcement of the Bloodbath Championship is how tough people want to claim to be, or how they are going to walk away with this new shiny toy. If you think you’re going to do that just know that you’re going to have to go through…
The house lights begin to flicker before finally going dark.
The crowd erupts with the sweet sounds of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” suddenly hitting the speakers! A spotlight hit the top of the ramp but nobody is there. The lights come back up as the song fades away.
SETH STEVENS- “You’re all so gullible! That lame duck isn’t coming back! He’s through! He’s Done! And you can thank me for it!”
Seth then states.
SETH STEVENS- “I don’t have to talk tough, I don’t need to convince you how sick and twisted I can be… all you have to do is ask Edward when you see him.”
Suddenly Seth has a look of shock on his face. All attention turns toward the top of the ramp. The roof explodes as Edward Grado walks through the curtain and locks eyes with Seth Stevens! Edward reaches behind his neck and pulls off his neckbrace before tossing it to the top of the ramp! Grado sprints toward the ring! Seth Stevens tosses the microphone and rolls out to the floor meeting Edward at the foot of the ramp where Grado unloads with a flurry of right hands before sending Stevens crashing into the steel steps!
The music cuts as Edward starts stomping away at Stevens!
Grado picks Stevens up off the mat and throws him into the ring! Grado tosses the ring apron back and pulls out a steel chair! Grado slides into the ring and gets to his feet with the chair in hand! Stevens is getting to his feet where he’s met with a shot to the ribs with the chair doubling him over! The crowd pops huge as Grado waffles Stevens across the back dropping him to the mat.
Edward puts Seth’s head in between the chair.
Grado backs up into the nearest corner and climbs up on the middle rope but before Grado can give Seth a receipt it’s Stevens who frees himself and rolls out to the floor and out of harm’s way. Edward jumps down to the mat and picks up the microphone as Seth backtracks up the ramp.
EDWARD GRADO- “You’re right about one thing… WrestleWars is going to be a BLOODBATH, but it won’t revolve around that Championship; at least not for you. Your Bloodbath is going to be with me inside a STEEL CAGE!”
Seth is completely beside himself as the road from the crowd is at a fever pitch! Grado tosses the microphone to the mat as “Like a Prayer” hits the speakers. Grado points at Seth and is picked up on by a camera.
EDWARD GRADO- “I’m COMING for you!”
Seth storms off through the curtain.
MEMPHIS BELLE It is now time for our main event of the evening!! This will be a “Light Tubes Log Cabin” match!!
The crowd cheers the unique style, even as they focus on the ‘log cabin’ that has been carefully constructed near ringside.
MEMPHIS BELLE The winner of this contest will be decided by whoever is sent through the light tubes log cabin first! All other light tubes are available for weaponry! And now, introducing first…
MEMPHIS BELLE Standing at 6’2” and weighing 225 lbs, from Los Angeles, California, here is “VENOM” XAVIER LUX!!!
The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of 'The Infection' by Disturbed. After the intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance and as the lyrics of the song begin, Xavier Lux steps out from behind the smoke left by the pyro. He stands there sporting a black 7 Wrestling Sins T-shirt. He looks around at the crowd who were starting to come around to him, until he aligned himself with Barrows. Now, they have nothing but boos for "The Man with Venom in his Veins" as he makes his way down the ramp, keeping his focus on the ring. Once he gets to ringside, he looks under the ring and takes out his new friend, BERTHA! He grins and then hops on the apron, wiping his boots before getting in. Once inside, he makes his way to the corner, climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises Bertha high in the air and the crowd boos even louder now. He jumps down, laughing, as his music fades, the ref checks him and then gets ready for the match to start.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Xavier Lux has earned the anger of the fans in recent weeks, including his assault last Smash on both Johnny Stylez and his former friend, Peter Vaughn.
CJJ: Did you ever think there would come a time that the fans would be unhappy to see Vaughn get split open?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Gotta admit, I never expected it. But it’s certainly made Xavier appear the front-runner in the Bloodbath Division at this time.
MEMPHIS BELLE And his opponent…
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
MEMPHIS BELLE Standing 6’5” and weighing 256 lbs, representing Jacksonville, Florida, here is JOHNATHAN “THE BEAST” CABLE!!
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cable makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is what many would call a dream match. Two men who have reached the top of their profession, going at it here on the main event of Smash!
CJJ: Suck on that, Brawl!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And not only that, we’re seeing The Beast and Venom going at it in a Bloodbath style match, which is sure to erupt into a dangerous atmosphere for everyone involved!
CJJ: Yeah! Ye… wait… that includes us, doesn’t it?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Afraid so, CJJ.
CJJ: Hey, uh, can I have my stunt double sent out from the back, please?
The bell rings, as Lux steps forward with a confident swagger, still holding Bertha. It gives him the immediate edge, as Cable cautiously watches him. Lux steps forward, raising up Bertha, but stops before swinging, even as Cable reaches out to try and catch it. Lux then smirks, before tossing Bertha to the side! Cable, surprised, follows it as it slides out of the ring, but Lux takes that moment and attacks, hitting Cable with multiple forearm shots, before then grabbing him by the arm and whipping him to the ropes. As Cable comes back, Lux catches him with a hip toss, throwing Cable to the mat! Cable hops right back up, but Lux stays on the attack, striking away, as the crowd reacts to the surprising beginning to this one.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I didn’t expect Lux to throw away his advantage like that!
CJJ: Neither did Cable. So, in a way, throwing away his advantage gave Lux the advantage. Tongue twister, huh?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I have to say, I wasn’t expecting a wrestling match, but that’s what we’ve got so far!
Lux still has Cable thrown off, landing several punches to keep the masked man off-balance. He grabs hold of Cable’s arm and whips him towards the corner, slamming him into it. Lux then charges in at him, going for a European uppercut. But Cable rushes out of the corner to catch Lux in mid-air, lifting him up and slamming him down hard on his back!! Lux rolls away, stunned, grabbing at the ropes to pull himself up. But this works perfectly for Cable, who charges in at him, clotheslining Lux over the top rope and down to the floor!! Lux is down, as Cable takes a moment to recover. He climbs out of the ring, dropping down next to Lux, pulling him up. He then brings Lux to the edge of the apron, slamming Lux’s head into it multiple times!! Lux slumps to the side, out of it, as Cable, fired up, points towards the cheering crowd. He then steps to the right, considering a nearby stack of light tubes. He picks one up, studying it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: And this one’s about to get serious!
CJJ: Those light tubes are a menace! I would never want to get hit with one again!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah, I agree. Wait… again?
CJJ: Let’s just say there was a mix-up in Jersey and leave it at that, okay? Anyway, those things hurt. A lot.
As Lux pulls himself to his feet, trying to recover, Cable steps up behind him, rearing back. He brings the light tube down… and Lux quickly sidesteps, avoiding it, as it smashes across the apron’s edge instead!! Cable drops the remaining debris to the ground and turns, grabbing at Lux, but he boots Cable in the gut, doubling him over. Lux then positions him, locking onto his head, and takes him over with a snap suplex… right to where the remains of the light tube landed!! Cable rolls in pain, picking up more shards along the way, as Lux hops up, brushing off his own back where he got clipped in a couple of places. He then walks over to the light tubes, choosing two of them, and coming back over. As Cable tries to get up, Lux brings swings both around in his hands, before smashing BOTH of them across Cable’s back!! The masked wrestler falls to the ground, even as Lux dusts his hands off, as if saying this one’s already over.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable’s back has been shredded! There is no mercy being shown from Xavier Lux!
CJJ: Mercy is for the weak! That’s what Cobra Kai taught me!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You watched that entire series, and that’s the only thing you took away from it?
CJJ: Also, Johnny was always better than the Karate Kid!
Extremely confident now, Lux walks around the side of the ring, leaving Cable to try and recover. Lux, meanwhile, finds what he’s looking for: picking up Bertha!! He brings his sinister weapon around, holding it in both hands, as he knows that now is the perfect time for Cable to meet Bertha for the first time. He walks up towards Cable, cockily raising Bertha above his head… and Cable pushes himself up, coming forward to grab the startled Lux around the middle and carry him backwards, before slamming the man bodily into the stack of light tubes with a spinebuster!!! Glass shatters in all directions, as Lux writhes on top of the pile, Bertha sliding to the side, out of sight. The crowd starts chanting “Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!”
PATRICK MATHEWS: Geez!! Xavier Lux has just taken about a dozen light tube hits at once!
CJJ: At least that!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What a turnaround for Cable! Now if he can just send Lux into the light tubes log cabin, this one will be over!
Lux has pulled himself out of the destruction, showing numerous cuts bleeding from his back. Cable, not one to waste time, walks over and grabs hold of Lux, pulling him up onto his shoulders. He moves towards the log cabin, a lethal construction put together nearby. Cable, using his strength, lifts Lux overhead into a gorilla press, high above the light tubes. But Lux fights back, grabbing at Cable’s wrist, stopping his momentum. As Cable tries to throw Lux off, Lux readjusts, coming down and taking Cable to the mat with an arm drag takedown! Cable comes inches from the log cabin, but doesn’t disturb it, getting back to his knees… just in time for Lux to race into him with a shining wizard kick!! Cable topples over, knocked senseless, as Lux falls to a knee, reaching behind him to pull out a few more shards of glass from his torn-up back. He gets up, looking pissed at the blood on his hands.
Glaring at Cable, Lux turns and heads inside the ring, pulling himself up off the mat and leaving a small blood trail. He ignores it, going up onto the turnbuckle and climbing all the way up to the ring post, standing there as he looks down on his opponent. Cable is working to his feet, holding his head, not realizing where Lux is even as the fans try to warn him about what is coming. In true wrestling fashion, Cable doesn’t hear them, turning towards the ring. This is when Lux leaps off, straight off the top, landing a shooting star press right into the standing Cable, taking him to the outside mat!! The crowd can’t help but pop for the maneuver, as the aching Lux gets back to his feet, walking away from the downed Cable.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Man, I hate Lux’s attitude sometimes, but I can’t deny that he’s incredibly gifted when it comes to wrestling.
CJJ: The man should be a Hall of Famer everywhere he goes, Patrick! That’s why even guys like Joe Montuori like him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s a detriment, in my view…
CJJ: You WOULD think that.
Cable is trying to rise again, refusing to stay down, although he’s clearly been knocked for a loop. But Lux has already retrieved what he was going for. Three things, in fact. He comes back over, grinning, as we can see that he’s holding Bertha… with two intact light tubes tacked onto either side of the barbed wire chair!! The crowd gasps, even as Cable turns his way, looking resigned. He calls Lux forward, and Lux obliges, bringing Bertha around… and smashing it into Cable’s exposed back!!! Cable collapses to the ground, groaning, now cut up just as badly as Lux, who glances over at the referee watching nearby. The ref just shrugs his shoulders, since there’s nothing for him to do other than to call for the end of the match. Lux smirks at him, then grabs hold of Cable’s arm, yanking him up. He takes him onto the apron, working to get him up on his shoulders, possibly for a toss into the log cabin!
But Cable won’t let Lux climb any higher, fighting free with a series of elbows. He then grabs hold of Lux, lifting HIM up into a Torture Rack, the start of the Darkest Hour!!! But no, Lux fights free of this as well, falling over the ropes and landing in the ring. He lashes out with a kick towards Cable, trying to knock him towards the log cabin, but Cable catches his foot, throwing Lux backwards with a flip! Lux lands on his hands and knees, but pulls himself up, even as Cable steps through the ropes. He lashes out at Cable with an enziguri, knocking Cable into the ropes! But Cable responds, coming back with a big boot of his own, sending Lux reeling back! The two men then shake off their respective hits, charging at each other…and hitting a double clothesline that sends BOTH crashing to the canvas!! The crowd cheers the series of maneuvers, even as both Cable and Lux lay on the mat, bloody backs first.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Now what happens? Can either man continue??
CJJ: Hey, if we have to get medical help in there shooting adrenaline into both of these guys to keep them going, that’s what we’ll do! This match doesn’t end until that light tubes log cabin comes down!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But how long can either man go on? They’re both losing blood!
CJJ: Okay, fine, if one of them dies, we’ll say the match is over. Happy now?
PATRICK MATHEWS: … Not at all!!
Slowly, both wrestlers start to get to their feet. Cable staggers backwards to the ropes, hanging onto them. He’s staring right at Lux, though, ready to go after him again, when…
The audience all turns as Joe Montuori’s music begins to play, streaming the usual intro video. The crowd is immediately on their feet, booing.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What the… but JMont said he wasn’t going to be here tonight!!
CJJ: A man can change his mind, Patrick, and damn, it’s great to see him here!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He has no business being out here during our main event!!
CJJ: Hey, JMont can go wherever he wants! Although… I’m not seeing him…
The music finishes playing, with the video abruptly cutting off. Nobody has appeared on the stage, not JMont, The Fortunate Ones, or anyone else. Cable, who was staring over that direction, shakes his head, annoyed at the distraction. He steps forward towards Lux… who blasts him with The Penalty Kick right between the legs!!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh my God!!!
CJJ: Oooooooooo, that hurts!!!
Every male in the audience is groaning, as Cable collapses to his side. Lux, having had the quicker reaction time, signals that this one is over. He hauls Cable up, dragging him over to the turnbuckle that’s closest to the light tube log cabin. He pulls Cable painfully up to the top, positioning the larger wrestler on his shoulders, as the fans begin to react, realizing what might be about to happen.
PATRICK MATHEWS: He wouldn’t…
CJJ: He couldn’t…
And with a loud, powerful yell, Lux takes Cable off the top with the Cure, sending them crashing downwards through the light tubes log cabin!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: HE DID!!!!
CJJ: HOLY SHIT!!!
The crowd agrees, chanting away, as the referee quickly signals for the bell, saying that this one is over. Lux gets to his feet, getting his arm raised, although he’s wincing on his side. He managed to send Cable through the brunt of the light tubes, though, only getting some shrapnel damage.
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WINNER VIA LIGHT TUBES LOG CABIN: XAVIER LUX
Match Time: 18:31
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PATRICK MATHEWS: A brutal finish there for Xavier Lux, as he puts away Johnathan Cable in devastating fashion!!
CJJ: What a win! Xavier Lux has shown the world that he deserves to be the Bloodbath Champion!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s been a hell of a night, and we’ve got a lot of clean-up to do before we leave the arena, so we’ll see you next time!
CJJ: Peace!
The camera image focuses on the still-downed Cable, as medics move in to check on him. Lux barely gives them a glance, as he retrieves Bertha and heads for the back, ignoring the boos still coming his way. He did exactly what he wanted to do here tonight. We fade out.
This is where the great ones come to test themselves.
Flashes of attacks appear on either side of the camera, showing some of the top stars of the WGWF fighting it out. We see Joe Montuori landing a JKO on his foe, knocking them unconscious. Corey Bull runs into frame, smashing into another wrestler with the Sleepy Hollow kick, blasting them out of view. Damage lifts a third wrestler over his shoulders, before launching him high in the air with a gorilla press slam.
This is where the stars of the future start to make their dreams come true.
Hanari Carnes lands the Punta Cara kick, taking that wrestler down to the mat. Kenji Miyamoto lands the Willo The Wisp, putting another opponent out of commission. Gideon King delivers the Checkmat, sending his foe rolling away, unconscious.
This is where the ruthless can release all of their aggression.
We see Synn and Johnny Stylez standing side-by-side, bloodied but feeling triumphant. They’re both grinning wildly. The Kraken Kazmerick is shown, delivering the Skull-KRACKEN to the back of a wrestler’s skull, to vicious effect. We then view Xavier Lux standing with a blood-covered Bertha, before swinging it right into his foe, obliterating him.
This is where they all come… to test themselves against the best of the best.
The final shot shows Enigma, flexing as he prepares for another war, demanding only the most deserving competition to face him for the Smash championship. As we pass by him, we now see the object that’s burning in front of us. It’s the Monday Night Smash logo, fully engulfed, yet completely readable. The flames go even higher, overtaking the camera, before we find ourselves in the XL Center in Hartford, Connecticut. The crowd is cheering as loud as possible, blowing out the decibels on most speakers as they’re truly fired up to be there. The fireworks displays around the stage add to the excitement, as we come down through the crowd, seeing all the signs, from “It’s Going To Be Unfortunate” to “Ragnarok Comes For All!” We pass them by, coming up to the announce table.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hello, everyone, and welcome to Connecticut!
CJJ: One of the worst states in America…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh, come on, CJJ! I know they lost your luggage, but don’t take it out on the entire state!
CJJ: Yeah, yeah… damn it, I paid a lot for that luggage…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, CJJ, we’ve got an exciting night here at Monday Night Smash to make it up to you! Six matches between some of the top wrestlers in the world today! Who among them will step forward and claim victory?
CJJ: Likely the ones who win, Patrick.
PATRICK MATHEWS: … You’re very bitter tonight. It’s going to be an incredible night, though! In our main event, we’ve got a first for all of you, as Johnathan “The Beast” Cable takes on “Venom” Xavier Lux in a Light Tubes Log Cabin match!
CJJ: Yeah, that ones going to be sick…
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ve also got the grudge match between Corey Bull and Amber Mansley, and it’s a Hardcore affair, which means there are no rules!
CJJ: Go Amber go!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Along with that, we’ve got several debuts and returns scheduled, and we’re going to have some awesome contests!
CJJ: Okay, I admit it, Patrick, you’ve got me fired up now!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Great! Then lets go to the stage for our opening segment!
CJJ: Wooo, JMont!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Afraid not, CJJ!
CJJ: … What?
The lights go down, greenish strobes pulsing in time with an ominous tempo as it grows in volume, the bass notes nearly drowning out the booing it elicits as some of the more die-hard fans recognize it for what it is. A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, a haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of the music.
"Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus"
That familiar massive shape appears from the gloom, the towering ENIGMA slowly and methodically stalking towards the ring. He’s not wearing any war paint nor any of his ring gear, instead dressed in an old Metallica muscle tee and a pair of faded jeans. The SMASH championship has a place of honour around his waist, the strobes flashing off its polished metal as he draws closer to the ring. The crowd is rowdy, cheering loudly for the man who seems to have won them all over simply by turning his back on The Fortunate Ones. The dark and Gothic chanting continues, music swelling in volume as each pulse in the tempo and each measured step of the SMASH World Champion 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, turning towards the crowd as he removes the championship belt that's fastened around his waist and moves it up to his shoulder.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Earlier this week, he made a statement on social media, claiming he had some things to get off his chest.
CJJ: I seem to recall he said that we wouldn’t like what he has to say.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I hear a rumour that he’s going to call out Joe Montuori. After that disappointing match at Justin York’s tribute show… can you blame him? I’d be looking for the guy’s head on a platter.
The crowd noise finally dies down a few seconds after his music fades out. ENIGMA stares out over the sea of faces for a moment before pulling a microphone from the back pocket of his jeans, lifting it to his lips.
ENIGMA: I asked for this time tonight because I owe a debt that I will never be able to fully repay. Time is a precious commodity, a currency that one cannot earn back once it’s spent – this is why I will be brief. For the sake of my own sanity rather than yours.
A rough chuckle passes his lips as he pauses for a moment, as though gathering his thoughts.
ENIGMA: I came to this company because I was disappointed with my time in IIW. I was sick of week in and week out putting every ounce of my energy into matches with ghosts and tumbleweeds – these mediocre talents who thought they could coast their way to a win against someone like me simply because of some preconceived notion. This is not how the business should run. This is not the WRESTLING industry that I joined, that I busted my ass to survive in for more than two decades. I am sick of catering to overblown egos. I am sick of having to dumb down every last thought in my head, pre-chewing every little tidbit for these baby shitbirds that fill the locker rooms. Worthless. WEAK.
The last word is snarled with derision, sending a ripple of feedback through the packed house.
ENIGMA: Every last body that has stepped between these ropes against me has been defeated. Has been humbled and broken. Has John Cable been the same since learning the steps to the DANCE OF THE DAMNED? Has Chris Page been the same since I took this championship from him?
He endures the restless chatter and overlapping shouts from the crowd that turn into a wall of noise.
ENIGMA: Over a month of hype… only for my attempts to provoke to be met with crickets and for the resulting match to be a complete and utter disappointment. To Joe Montuori, all of this is a joke. Everything I hold dear, everything I have worked hard for to attain is nothing more than a punchline. Don’t worry. I keep all my receipts. Someday soon, there will be a rematch. And this time, I will put you down like the worthless mongrel you’ve become.
The crowd pops. He waits it out, starting to pace a little as he lets that irritation he’s been holding back for months boil over.
ENIGMA: And now, what do we have on the horizon but more disappointments? More silence. More mediocrity. These two scholars running their mouths at ringside were so keen to say they hoped I was watching when the DOOMED BOY got into the ring with Synn. I watched. I saw a massacre. I saw a man desperate to prove that he isn’t a joke, that he isn’t a dead man walking on borrowed time – I saw him lose. Quite spectacularly. And what have we had since then? In less than a month, we are going to WAR and what do I have to look forward to? Another shadow? Another EMPTY shell waiting to be consumed in the fires of my UNHOLY and UNRELENTING RAGE?
He spits scornfully.
ENIGMA: I can’t help but think it’ll be just like when I went against Peter Vaughn for the second time. Second verse, same as the first. Ah, sure, for that one there was hype. Anticipation. People were on the edges of their seats. They bought tickets just to see it because they wanted to watch the underdog hero bring it to the MONSTER who always ends up being cast as the villain, despite his best intentions. We both know what happened: Vaughn talked a big game of utter nonsense, came out to the ring and shit the bed. I was a double champion for a few seconds, before I laid that unwanted bauble down in the middle of this ring so it could be tossed around like a hot potato on Brawl. No offence to Mac Bane, of course.
He flashes a cheeky smile, laughing to himself.
ENIGMA: But we’re not here to talk about that. No. Griping about the past doesn’t sell tickets. What’s in store for WrestleWars? Something anticlimactic. Something sad and disappointing. There will be no reckoning. There will be no ARMAGEDDON. No. This will be MERCY killing and where’s the joy in conquering an opponent who has already rolled over to play dead, showing off the white of his belly and the yellow of his countenance?
The Monster Machine shakes his head.
ENIGMA: I’m tired of repeating the same cycles over and over. There's nothing new or exciting – I’m bored. Disappointed. INSULTED. Smash’s legacy… this championship… it deserves BETTER than this.
A sigh passes his lips.
ENIGMA: The memory should have been laid to rest. Everything since… has become a mockery. This has become a FUCKING TRAVESTY and I am sick to my stomach of trying to spin dogshit into gold, week after insufferable week. And maybe that’s on me. Maybe this is the curse of being the pinnacle, of finally reaching the summit after so many years dedicated to the struggle. This silence… this GODDAMNED IDLENESS kills me and I want to INCINERATE EVERYTHING. I want to rescind the invitation. I want to throw this damned championship off a bridge, walk away into the sunset and be done with this gigantic waste of my time.
His voice is harder now, oozing with barely suppressed fury.
ENIGMA: You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Watch me walk away, watch me finally crash and burn, consumed by my own hubris after twenty years denying it ever existed. No. I made a promise, even before I knew it was the last thing I would ever say to the man – I told him that I would follow, that I would always–
Emotion makes his voice break and he stops talking for a moment, looking down as he takes in a slow and deep breath.
ENIGMA: One more time, then. I will lace up those boots and go to WAR because a CHILD playing ARMAGEDDON games pulled off the upset and earned this moment in the spotlight, despite how undeserving and fundamentally underwhelming his performance has been since. As much as I dislike it, the fact remains that he is the rightful contender so I will do what I am required to do. What you all pay to see me do: I WILL REAP ANOTHER SOUL. I WILL SPILL MORE WORTHLESS BLOOD. I WILL #SMASHANDBURN. FINALLY, YOUR EYES WILL BE OPENED. YOU WILL GET WHAT YOU DESERVE. ALL OF YOU. DO YOU SEE NOW? DO YOU FUCKING SEE?!
Every word of those last few sentences grows louder and more vehement until spittle is spraying from his lips and he’s all but shouting into the microphone. He throws his head back and lets loose that bloodcurdling war cry, letting the microphone fall from his hands. The moment it hits the canvas, the arena is plunged into darkness. A few startled fans scream and then the lights come back up, only to find the ring empty other than that fallen mic still rolling across the canvas.
MEMPHIS BELLE Our first contest is scheduled for one fall with a 10-minute time limit! Introducing first, already in the ring, making his WGWF debut… standing 6’5” and weighing 275 lbs, representing The Impasta Mafia, here is Al Fredo!!
"Italian Mafia" by Sicilian Heart is playing, as Fredo shows off his suit top, brushing it off while he waits for the competition.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I really don’t know that much about the Impasta Mafia.
CJJ: Well, there was Al Fredo… Manny Cotti… Like Greenie…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Okay, okay, I get the gist of it.
MEMPHIS BELLE And his opponent, 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.
PATRICK MATHEWS: John Blade has proven to be very resilient here in the WGWF. Now, he faces an unknown foe. What will Blade bring to the table tonight?
CJJ: All I know is, he’ll never give up. Just ONCE, I’d like to see him tap. Just… once…
The bell rings, as Fredo walks forward towards Blade. He doesn’t even take off his suit top, which seems to be a strange decision. Blade, curious, comes forward, as Fredo reaches into his pocket. But it’s not for a gun, it’s for a wad of cash, rolled up. Fredo talks to Blade, telling him that all he has to do is take a dive here tonight, and the cash will be his. Blade looks over the money, then back at Fredo, who is grinning, making the offer.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Al Fredo is trying to bribe John Blade!!
CJJ: Hey, that looks like a good deal of money. Blade could eat a great meal tonight.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is disgraceful! Fredo’s out and out trying to rig this wrestling match right before our eyes!
Slowly, Blade reaches out a hand, and Fredo gleefully puts the cash into his palm. The crowd is booing, not liking what they see, as Blade looks around at them, shrugging his shoulders. Fredo does a victory lap, walking around the ropes pointing at the booing fans, telling them they don’t know the power of the almighty dollar. He turns back around, expecting Blade to drop so that the pin can be confirmed. Instead, Blade jams the money into Fredo’s open mouth!!! The crowd roars as Fredo stumbles backwards, coughing up bills as he tries to clear his throat. He manages to spit the wad of cash out, but Blade is now there, ramming into Fredo with a flying shoulderblock!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I knew it!! John Blade can’t be bought!!
CJJ: Damn, and that cash is all slimy now… but it could be dried out…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stay in your seat, CJJ!
As Fredo fights his way back up, Blade blasts him with another flying shoulderblock, taking him down once more! Both pop up, with Blade landing a sitout hip toss, smashing Fredo down! He tries to rise once more, but Blade is ready, catching hold of Fredo and taking him around with a side-release spinout powerbomb!! The crowd is cheering, even as Blade gets to his feet. He waves his hand in front of his wave, claiming that Fredo can’t see him, before dropping the Five Knuckle Shuffle onto him!! Fredo staggers upwards, holding his head, still wearing his suit through all of that. But Blade picks him right back up, showing off his strength by taking Fredo over with the Death Valley Drop!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think it’s going to happen!!!
CJJ: Oh, man, this could be historic!!
With Fredo down and out, Blade could easily go for the cover. But he refuses, instead stepping over Fredo and locking onto him. He twists Fredo around, wanting to make him pay for the bribery attempt, applying the Stepover Toehold Sleeper!!! The referee slides into position, checking on Fredo, who is frantically trying to find any way to go to get out of the devastating submission hold. There’s nothing in sight, though, as the ropes are way too far away, and after a few more seconds, Fredo begins pounding on the mat, ending this one with the submission!!
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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: JOHN BLADE
Match Time: 2:47
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What a quick and decisive win for John Blade!!
CJJ: Man… he could have just taken the money, too…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh, I think he’s still working with that, too, CJJ…
CJJ: Huh?
With Fredo still down, hurting, Blade has picked up the rolled-up wad of cash. He shakes it out a little bit, unrolls it, and then steps out to ringside, beginning to throw bills into the audience!! The crowd gleefully goes for it, not worried about where it’s been, as Blade continues to let the money rain down. Fredo finally is able to turn, holding his arm, and he looks furious with what’s happening, as we cut away.
Sitting at a table in catering is Corey Bull and Damage. A set of black cards sits to one side and each man has five in their hand. Bull and Damage stare at each other over the cards, holding them close.
Bull: Its an interesting proposal….
Damage: It does have its merits.
Bull: We call.
Bull sets down his hand, holding a dead man's hand, aces and eights. Damage hmms, throwing down his hand to show the other aces and eights of the deck. Bull smirks.
Bull: Did you not shuffle the deck?
Damage smirks too.
Damage: I did. Maybe there is a reason for everything.
To the left, a commotion catches the eyes and ears of the two large men.
El Asso Wipo: Did you not see the gloriousness that is The Fortunate Ones?!
Senor Bag O Crap: Si! One day we shall join them and make them even better.
Bull turns to Damage. Both men get a smoldering look in their eyes as they stand.
Bull: New game.
Damage tilts his head and Bull grins.
Bull: Lawn darts.
Damage laughs and they nod, both men walking to the masked wrestlers.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What in gods green earth is going on?!
CJJ: The luchas have found a group they can worship. Who doesn’t love TFO!
PATRICK MATHEWS: TFO?
CJJ: The Fortunate Ones! It's a thing now Patrick.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It's not.
Bull grabs onto the guy known as el Asso Wipo, lifting him up by his throat and chucking him down the hallway. Bull turns to damage.
Bull: That’s 50 feet.
Damage: I guess.
Bull: The slide counts!
Damage grabs the other luchador, Senor Bag O Crap, and chucks him towards the other. He lands about the same. Both men look at each other. There is a passing of respect. And suddenly the luchas attempt to attack. Bull grabs him pushing him out like he is going to give him a short clothesline, but instead, he swings him up and hits a Downward Spiral through the table, deviled eggs and salad flying everywhere.
CJJ: These two always manage to wreck a good night!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think we need to get some EMT’s and security to the back.
Damage lifts Senor Bag O Crap up into the air and hits the Highway to Hell, destroying the lasagna and the little sliders. Bull and Damage stand over the destroyed tables and the two luchas.
Bull and Damage in unison: Fuck The Fortunate Ones!
CJJ: Censor! Where is the dang censor?
PATRICK MATHEWS: And we will be right back.
MEMPHIS BELLE The next tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing a combined 420 lbs, from El Paso, Texas, here are Thunder and Lightning… THE WRATH OF THE STORM!!!
"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Thunder appears on the entryway, letting out a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. Lightning walks out of the back, scooting his feet to generate more energy. He moves his fingers to show a spark (nothing is seen), and then strikes a few poses with Thunder, before they start making his way down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: These guys look to be one of the strangest tag-teams I’ve ever seen.
CJJ: Stranger than our Tag-Team Champions?
PATRICK MATHEWS: A good point. Brawl has clowns, why shouldn’t we have stormies?
CJJ: Stormies, hah…
MEMPHIS BELLE Their opponents…
"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"
MEMPHIS BELLE Weighing in at a combined 395 lbs… here are Johnny Stylez and Synn… TOXIK!!!
SYNN walks out onto the ramp, a deadpan expression as she stares at the ring, tilting her head side to side. Beside her, Johnny Stylez comes out, his eternal, sickening grin on his face as he points towards the ring. They slowly walk 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 from Synn, a twisted and demonic one. The demon pops up and goes to the corner and licks her lips at her opponent if they are already in the ring. Stylez is just shaking his head at the sight of the two men across from them.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stylez and Synn are two of the most dangerous wrestlers in the world right now. Seeing them paired together, it’s absolutely terrifying.
CJJ: This was definitely not the best choice for a starting team for Wrath of the Storm to face.
The bell sounds, as Thunder steps forward, ready to go. Synn stays in the center of the ring, staring at him, still smiling, and Thunder seems seriously unnerved by it. He steps back and talks to Lightning, who encourages him to move forward and get the assault on. Thunder nods, taking a big gulp, before stepping towards Synn… and unleashing his powerful yell towards her, looking to rattle her!! Synn… doesn’t seem impressed, as she just stands there, staring at him. Thunder looks to Lightning, who signals to go for a headlock. Thunder does so, grabbing hold of Synn, and yelling back to his brother “I’ve got her!!” But a second later, Synn easily throws Thunder off, sending him into the ropes!
Surprised, Thunder recovers, then comes forward again… deciding to once again apply a headlock!! He looks back, yelling “I’ve got her again, look!!”, but Synn just shrugs him off again! Upset now, Thunder comes back at her, lashing out with a sharp chop across the chest! He turns to Lightning, wanting a high five, but Lightning is just shaking his head and pointing behind them, and Thunder can be seen saying “She didn’t go down?” He turns back… and Synn boots him in the gut, then locks him up, getting a double underhook suplex!! Thunder’s down, as Synn starts stomping away on him, not wanting to play around!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Now you’ve done it, Thunder…
CJJ: You don’t tug on Superman’s cape, and you don’t piss off Synn!!
Thunder crawls away into the neutral corner, seeking escape, but Synn is coming at him anyway, smashing down onto him with The Nightmare Make Believe (Bronco Buster)!! She drops several times onto Thunder, before pulling herself up and walking over, tagging in Johnny Stylez, who appears to already be in his Jestyr Seryous persona. He comes over, shaking his head at Thunder, before reaching down and helping him up. He checks on Thunder, making sure he’s good… before getting him with The Humbler (Backstabber), sending Thunder reeling into his corner!! Lightning, concerned for his brother, leans over towards him, checking on him while touching his shoulder. The referee slaps his hands together, making the tag official, with Lightning looking up in surprise. He shakes his head, signaling fo the referee to come over.
Lightning tries to explain that he didn’t mean to tag, but the referee shrugs his shoulders. Stylez is then there, hitting Lightning with a forearm that nearly sends him flying off the apron! But Stylez grabs hold of him, pulling Lightning through the ropes instead, setting him up for the Crowd Pleaser (Draping DDT). He drops, spiking Lightning into the canvas! Stylez then gets up, dragging Lightning with him as he goes back over to their corner, tagging in Synn. The two quickly work together, lifting Lightning up, with Stylez and Synn delivering a combo brainbuster to the man, leaving him laid out! Synn drops on the cover, laying flat on him…
1…
2…
And Synn suddenly pulls Lightning up, stopping the pin herself!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Why’d she do that? This one might already be over!
CJJ: I think they want to make The Wrath of the Storm suffer some more, Patrick!
Indeed, Synn looks like she wants more, hauling up Lightning and glaring at him before twisting him around and delivering the Beautiful Disaster!!! Lightning’s flat on his back, as Thunder tries to pull himself up on the apron, looking their way. Seeing this, Synn signals, and Stylez quickly hops off the apron and rushes around the ring, coming up behind Thunder. He seems to be concerned for Lightning, pointing that direction, and he has no idea Stylez is behind him until he’s thrown forward, over the ropes and into the ring!! Stylez comes in with him, with the referee shouting a warning that’s quickly ignored by everyone in this one.
Instead, Stylez grabs hold of Thunder’s legs from behind, locking him into the T.O.B. (Tap Out Bitch)!!! Thunder’s screaming, slapping at the mat, as Stylez keeps the hold locked in. Lightning, coming to, sits up slightly, looking dazed, but Synn was waiting for that. She quickly puts him into the Bram Stoker, twisting HIM around as well!!! Lightning begins to submit, hitting the mat repeatedly, and this one gets the referee to ring the bell, even as Synn completed the Bram Stoker by slamming Lightning down with a cradle DDT. The two wrestlers stand over the defeated tag-team, looking like they’ve had a good time tonight.
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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: TOXIK
Match Time: 4:51
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PATRICK MATHEWS: A dominating win for this new tag-team, and I hope all other squads took note!
CJJ: It seems to me Stylez & Synn will be competing for those tag belts sooner rather than later…
The two wrestlers leave side-by-side, content with the destruction they’ve wrought on Thunder and Lightning. They then turn and leave the ring, heading up the aisle.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s been a crazy night so far, and we’ve got plenty left to come!
CJJ: I hope the matches get a little more competitive after this, that’s for sure…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, we’ll just have to…
The crowd reacts, some cheering and some booing, as the video for the Smash General Manager, Jonathan Barrows, begins to play. They turn towards the entryway, where we see Barrows making his way out, finely dressed as always. He stands on the stage, looking around, a somber expression on his face.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is a surprise!
CJJ: I wonder what Mr. Barrows wants? I mean, as the GM, he can do anything he wants, so I’m not questioning him, I’m just curious…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Calm down, CJJ, he’s obviously not even watching to catch your brown-nosing.
CJJ: He watches the shows back, Patrick! He’ll see this for sure! And that’s, uh, what makes him great!
Barrows waits for a few moments for the crowd to die down, then raises the mic to his lips.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I trust you’ve been enjoying your night of action so far?
This gets some cheers from the crowd, and Barrows nods, pleased with that reaction. He doesn’t smile for long, however.
JONATHAN BARROWS: I hate to spoil the evening tonight, but unfortunately, I do have news that I need to share with the Smash faithful. Two weeks ago, on Smash, Devlin Knight appeared and attacked members of The Fortunate Ones.
This earns another cheer from the crowd, but Barrows ignores them.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Last week on Monday Night Brawl, The Fortunate Ones opted to seek revenge on the rival show, despite the strict rules of Candice Page and the others in charge of that show. Unfortunately, there were consequences from that interaction, and how it all worked out. Due to what happened on Brawl… I am here to announce that Sonya Benson has breached her contract with the WGWF, and has left the company.
While some haters of Sonya let out a whoop, most of the crowd seems stunned at this revelation.
CJJ: Wait… Sonya is gone??
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sounds like it, CJJ.
CJJ: That can’t be!
JONATHAN BARROWS: In a similar vein, we were unable to come to an understanding with Clyde Newton… due to this surprising development… this has led to the vacating of the WGWF X-Division Championship.
This earns even stronger gasps from the audience, as a champion has apparently departed.
CJJ: CLYDE’S GONE TOO???
PATRICK MATHEWS: What a huge shocker!
CJJ: What The Hell Happened This Week?!?!?!
JONATHAN BARROWS: With two of the members of The Fortunate Ones having left the WGWF, I have looked to have talks with Joe Montuori regarding his contract extension before WrestleWars. I wanted to meet with him tonight. But I was informed that Montuori has decided NOT to show up here tonight.
PATRICK MATHEWS: No JMont??
CJJ: My heart can’t take any more of this…
JONATHAN BARROWS: Now, as everyone knows, I strive to be a completely fair General Manager. I am interested in only the quality of our shows and the ratings that it can bring. In that note, I believe that not having Mr. Montuori on the show is penalty-worthy. Therefore, I am issuing a 5-figure fine to Joe Montuori effective immediately.
The crowd reacts, but it’s hard to tell if they’re celebrating no JMont or if they’re celebrating the fine… or both.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Suffice to say, I feel I am being very generous with this fine. And I can guarantee that, if Mr. Montuori does not show up on the NEXT Smash, the fine will… significantly… increase.
CJJ: Cut him some slack, Barrows!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Quiet down, CJJ. Didn’t you just say Mr. Barrows watches these shows back?
JONATHAN BARROWS: Now, on the matter of the X-Division Championship… we already had a #1 contender in Damage, and that contendership will be honored. Damage WILL fight for the X-Division Title at WrestleWars. His opponent… or opponents… will be named soon. But the championship will NOT stay vacant long, and it will again be defended here on Smash.
The reaction is mixed, because some fans were hoping it would be decided here tonight, in front of them. But there is still respect for the championship.
JONATHAN BARROWS: With that said, I will not take up any more of our precious television time, as I know none of you came to witness me talking. You came to see the wrestlers compete! So on with the show!!
There’s a loud cheer as Barrows turns, leaving the stage.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t believe it. The Fortunate Ones… appear to have fallen!
CJJ: This is the worst night I ever could have imagined…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Will Joe Montuori find a way to restore the stable? Or have the good guys finally won??
CJJ: Shut your mouth, Patrick! I’m in mourning right now!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sorry, CJJ.
CJJ’s sobs can be heard over the mic, as we head to the next contest.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, with a 10-minute time limit! Introducing first, standing 6’6” and weighing 272 lbs, from Chicago, Illinois, here is “THE SPRUCE GOOSE” CONNOR MALLORY!!!
"Red White & Blue" by Lynyrd Skynyrd plays as the Spruce Goose comes out of the back holding an American flag. He waves it back and forth ignoring the boos from the crowd and stands it upright, saluting it. He then hands the flag off to an assistant before walking down to the ring to fight for his country.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This guy used to be the tag-team partner of our very own Memphis Belle, back when they were The Patriots.
CJJ: No wonder Memphis looks like she just watched Madame Webb.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ll have to see if Mallory can put away the history he has and be competitive tonight.
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent… standing 6’5” and weighing 240 lbs, from Santo Domingo, DR, here is HANARI CARNES!!
Danza Kuduro hits and Hanari spins and dances his way out to the ramp in traditional latin Bachata style. He is carrying the flag of the Dominican Republic on a flag pole over his shoulder. He swings his hips and points at the ladies in the front row, winking and making the gun symbol with his thumb and index finger of his free hand. He spins again and walks his way down to the ring with a cocky head swing and a million dollar smile. Climbing the ring steps he gets into the ring, getting on the top rope and waving the flag a few times before jumping down and preparing for the match.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ve been seeing vignettes for Hanari Carnes for a month now. It’s great to finally have him here and ready to compete!
CJJ: Yeah, we get to find out if we wasted all that time airing out his material when we could have done the… the… *sniff*
PATRICK MATHEWS: The Fortunate Ones, I assume?
CJJ: … Let’s just… let’s just concentrate on this match.
As the bell sounds, Mallory stomps his way forward, grabbing Carnes on the shoulder and spinning him around. He points to the flag that Carnes brought down, obviously not happy with it. He then turns, pointing over towards where an American flag is flying, and slaps himself on the chest, doing a salute. Carnes shrugs, having no problem with it. He tells Mallory something, and then turns away, securing the flag in his corner. Mallory, steaming, hits Carnes from behind, punching away at him!! The crowd boos as Mallory backs away, then comes in with a corner clothesline, doing his best to drive right through his opponent!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Mallory fashions himself as a “real American”, but from what I hear, his temper led to his break-up with Memphis and a losing streak that he never recovered from.
CJJ: Well, he’s certainly got that intensity tonight. Will it help him or hurt him?
Mallory has brought Carnes to the center of the ring now, holding him up and pointing out towards the crowd, expecting cheers. But he’s getting nothing but boos from the crowd, who didn’t appreciate his sneak-attack. Annoyed at their reaction, Mallory goes to smash Carnes with another shot… but Carnes catches his arm, getting a jumping armbreaker!! Mallory rolls away in pain, as Carnes gets back to his feet, moving nimbly back and forth. As Mallory works to get up, Carnes is there, scooping him into his arms, then driving him down with a falling front slam! He stays on top, holding onto Mallory’s leg…
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And Mallory kicks out, shoving Carnes off of him and rolling out of the ring! He walks on the outside, trying to recover, as he looks frustrated. Carnes watches from inside the ring, waiting, as Mallory makes his way around the apron… and stops near where Memphis Belle is sitting, staring at her. Memphis looks uncomfortable, trying not to make eye contact, as Mallory continues to look her direction. He takes a step her way… but Carnes has slid out of the ring now, grabbing Mallory from behind and sending him sprawling back into the ring! Carnes nods to Memphis, then rolls in himself, jumping up… and getting caught by a spinning discus elbow from Mallory!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That wasn’t creepy at all…
CJJ: Hey, in a way, it worked for Mallory. You’ve got to go with what’s successful, right?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Or you could just wrestle and leave everything else out of it…
Mallory has maneuvered Carnes around now, applying an ankle lock submission to try and take all of his footwork away from him. Carnes is fighting against the hold, ignoring the referee, who is seeing if he wants to submit. Carnes, instead, starts to pull himself forward, using all his strength, dragging himself towards the ropes. Mallory tries to hang on, but he can’t stop it, as Carnes reaches out, grabbing the bottom rope. The ref calls for the break, but Mallory shakes his head, refusing to do it. The ref is warning him off, even as Carnes starts to pull himself upwards using the ropes. He gets to the middle and then the top, hopping on one foot, but Mallory still won’t break the hold, despite the ref’s warnings. He starts to count, threatening a DQ, as Mallory argues with him… not seeing Carnes leaping up and nailing Mallory in the head with an enziguri, finally breaking the hold!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Some great agility from Carnes there, showing that he’d get free whether Mallory wanted to release him or not!
CJJ: That was a tight submission hold, too, but a great counter to it! Now Carnes can retake the upper hand in this one!
Carnes shakes his ankle out, getting the blood flowing again, as he watches Mallory start to get up. He comes in, grabbing hold of Mallory before he can get away, and lifts him up, performing a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!! Mallory flops on the mat, stunned, as Carnes has to limp away for a second, his ankle still hurting him. But he shakes it off, turning to the ropes and pulling himself up onto the turnbuckle. As Mallory tries to recover, not realizing the danger he’s in, Carnes leaps off the top, coming down onto Mallory’s chest with a double foot stomp!!! The crowd pops for the maneuver, as Carnes rolls in pain, before coming back to make the cover, grabbing hold of one of Mallory’s legs…
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THR-No! Mallory manages to kick out in time!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re seeing that the hype about Hanari Carnes coming to the WGWF was not misplaced! This guy’s going to be a major talent!
CJJ: Hey, Mallory just kicked out from getting his ribs stomped in. I think that deserves a nod of respect as well.
Mallory is on his stomach now, trying to get his breath back. He pulls himself up, trying to figure out what’s going on. He looks around, finally realizing that Carnes is behind him when he’s dropped with a backstabber!! Mallory rolls away, trying to get up on his hands and knees, looking for a way out. But Carnes doesn’t give it to him, quickly latching onto Mallory and yanking him down into ¡Viva el dominicano! The arm submission is locked in tightly, as Mallory yells out, trying to pull himself away from it. But there’s nowhere to go, as Carnes has it locked in the center of the ring!! Mallory keeps fighting, clawing at the mat, looking to push himself towards the ropes, but as he gets close, Carnes pulls off a rolling twist, bringing them BACK to the center!! With all hope gone, Mallory finally has no choice… tapping out on the mat!
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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: HANARI CARNES
Match Time: 7:38
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Mallory submits!! Hanari Carnes gets the victory!
CJJ: A strong debut for Carnes, I can’t wait to see what he’s got for us in the future!
Carnes hops up, accepting the ref’s rewarding of him the win. He turns and leaves, even as a hurting Mallory pulls himself up using the ropes, arguing with the referee that he ever submitted. He’s denying it, despite the evidence, as we slowly cut awy.
The scene cuts to the parking lot area where Gus Sinclair is standing by, as a metallic green Lamborghini arrives, parking right in front of the talent entrance to the arena. The door slides open and out steps Xavier Lux, looking like a Billion bucks. Yes, billion, with a capital B.
GUS: Wow, what a ride!
XL: Thanks, it’s a Lamborghini Veneno, that means venom in Spanish! Get it? When they made this bad boy for the 50th anniversary of Lamborghini I just had to get my hands on one.
GUS: Wow, I’m not even going to ask how much it is.
XL: Well, I wouldn’t tell you any way… I’m not J-Mont, I don’t brag like that… but like him, I do have great taste in cars. I will say this, it is the most expensive car Lamborghini every made… Anyway, park it for me? Don’t you dare scratch it! Oh, and get my bags while you’re at it.
Xavier throws the keys at him, then starts to walk in when Gus stops him.
GUS: No wait Xavier, it’s me, Gus!
XL: Nice to meet you Gus, but I don’t do autographs.
GUS: Aw really? That’s too bad… Wait, I mean, I interviewed you last week! I’m Gus Sinclair.
Xavier takes off his sunglasses and looks Gus up and down, then smiles again before putting his shades back on.
XL: GUS BABY! Of course I remember you. You helped me introduced Bertha to the world.
GUS: Right, though I honestly didn’t expect her to see action right away.
XL: That’s the thing about Bertha, she is from Nepal you see, they make handcrafted tools of war that are beautiful, but deadly… Are you familiar with the sayings about these weapons?
GUS: No, can’t say that I am.
XL: Well it’s a very simply saying, each of them come in a case, or holder, or what have you… But if you take them out, then they better taste blood, or else, things will go badly for the owner of said weapon… So you see, when I took out Bertha to show her off to the world, I couldn’t just put her back… She had to taste blood, and the thing about ol’ girl is, a taste is not enough… She likes to eat, nah’mean?
GUS: No, I can’t say that I do… But let’s talk about you using Bertha, after the “Bloodbath showcase” match between Johnny Stylez and your good friend, Peter Vaughn. Can you tell us why attack them both, specially Vaughn? I mean you broke the internet with that one.
XL: Did I now? Well, I’m off social media, so I wouldn’t know… But I think it’s pretty obvious why I did what I did… It was Bertha’s coming out party to let the world know that I have my eyes set on the Bloodbath title, and no one, friend or foe will get in my way. Yes, Peter is my good friend, but so is J-Mont and you see how that has fallen off the rails. Peter has every right to be upset with me, and he really needs to leave Cholo out of this, but the bottom line is he knows that in this promotion, it’s every man for themselves, Fortunates be damned. This is specially true for the bloodbath division. Since Peter and Johnny, have already made claims in it, I had to make mine to let them know, plain and simple, that if they want that title… They are going to have to go through me… and Bertha.
GUS: Well another wrestler who is interested in that title, is your opponent tonight, John “The Beast” Cable. Now you have had 2 matches so far in WGWF, but this will not only be your Smash debut, but your singles debut in WGWF. How are you feeling going up against a man the caliber of John Cable?
XL: I’m of the frame of mind that when you are new in a place, you find the biggest guy in the room, you walk right up to him and punch him on their face. In WGWF, in the Smash brand, it doesn’t get any bigger than John Cable and no, I am not only talking about in size, but in reputation. This man, actually, this beast, lives and breaths WGWF… So when I was presented with a list of possible opponents, there was no bigger name for me than his. Is it a sign of respect? Sure, but is also a warning to everyone that I am not afraid to go to war with anyone… and if there is still any doubt in anyone’s mind about my credentials, or what I can do in the ring still, then they need to watch the main event tonight…
Xavier takes off his shades again, but this time there is no smile.
XL: Lux vs. Cable I was already going to be a great match in itself, but now that it is a light-tubes ‘bloodbath showcase’ match… Then in one word, the match will be… deadly for John Cable.
He throws his shades back on and pats Gus on the shoulders.
XL: Now if you excuse me, I gotta go get ready.
Xavier heads inside.
GUS: Xavier wait, your keys!
From inside the arena you hear.
XL: I SAID PARK IT!
Gus shakes his head..
GUS: Fine, I guess…
XL: AND DON’T FORGET MY BAGS!
Gus curses under his breath.
GUS: Become a reporter they said… You’ll do great they said… You’ll meet celebrities they said..
He continues to complain as the show cuts back to ringside.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit.
"There's Only One King" begins to play.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring from Jacksonville, Florida… Weighing in at 240 pounds and standing 6’5” tall… GIDEON KING!
Gideon King walks out of the back, wearing a fine robe. He throws it off, showing his powerful arms to the crowd, and he heads to the ring giving some high fives to anyone who wants them and a few who don't.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Before last Smash, King had been in a tailspin, but he managed to defeat John Blade to get back on the winning column.
King gets into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, pumped that he is going to win tonight.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And his opponent…
The lights in the arena fade to an eerie blue glow as opening heavy notes of "Down" by Stone Temple Pilots begins to play which somehow sucks the color from the broadcast rendering the image on the screen black and white.
MEMPHIS BELLE: About to come the ring from The Mariana Trench, weighing in at 228 pounds and standing 6’1” tall… THE KRAKEN KAZMERICK!
The song hauntingly continues as the man known as the KRAKEN Kazmerick stands in the center of the entrance with both hands over his face, as the song continues to play he slowly pulls his hands down revealing his signature sinister smile across his face and flashes the silver metal staple gun. He begins to head towards the ring with a slow pace, yet his body is a constant variation of tremors and tics that seems unnatural in its being.
CJJ: This is Kaz's first match on Smash, and I for one I’m so glad Burrows managed to get him on the #1 brand in WGWF.
The bell rings and both wrestlers circle each other before locking up in the middle of the ring, but only briefly as the taller, heavier, Gideon King easily pushes Kazmerick down to the mat. Gideon does a little flex and Kaz twitches a bit before getting to his feet and beginning to circle the ring again. They go for another lock-up but Kaz has already learned his lesson and he ducks King, sneaking behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist before attempting to lift him up, but Gideon uses his weight to pull himself back down and then breaks free with a drop toe hold on Kaz. As soon as Kaz’s face hits the mat Gideon jumps on his back and applies a headlock. Kaz quickly gets out of it, grabbing King’s arm, pulling it and applying a hammerlock while still down on the mat. Gideon shifts left and right trying to break free and then manages to get to his feet using his power. He then tries to reach between his legs to try to grab Kaz but he opens his legs up so he can’t reach him. Gideon then comes back up and throws a wild back elbow but Kaz ducks it, and when he comes back up, he flicks King on his right eye, blinding him momentarily. The ref gives Kaz a warning, but he waves him off as he gets back to work on King, applying a headlock and taking him back down to the mat with it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Kaz has been wrestling in here for a while, and he will not stop his cheating antics.
CJJ: A little thumb to the eye never really hurt nobody.
King struggles slightly but then uses his long legs to wrap them around Kaz’s head and applies a head-scissors. Kaz does some weird twitching and it’s unclear if it’s from the choke hold or from whatever is going on with him, but he is able to kip-up, breaking free from the hold. King is quick on his feet though, getting up and as Kaz turns around King nails him with a European uppercut! Kaz stumbles into the corner and it is here where King goes to town, nailing Kaz repeatedly with European uppercuts. He then whips Kaz to the opposite side and Kaz hits hard, stumbling out of the corner into the arms of King who quickly hooks him and drops him with an over the head belly-to-belly suplex! He stands up and again flexes arrogantly and he gets a mix reaction from the crowd. He then goes to pick up Kaz but this time he gets his eyes raked for his troubles. King stumbles backwards as Kaz gets up holding his back and moving the ref out of the way who was giving him another warning for cheating.
PATRICK MATHEWS: How many warnings will the ref give Kazmerick before he actually DQ’s him?
CJJ: A few more hopefully, would hate to see this match end that way.
Kaz moves in quick on King and begins to nail him with knee strikes until he backs King to a corner where he finishes the attack with a rocking headbutt. He then grabs King and whips him to the other side, but the more powerful King reverses it and pulls him in and gives him a kick to the gut. Kaz doubles over and King lifts him up for a body slam, but Kaz breaks free on the scoop up and falls behind King and quickly rolls him up for the first pin of the match!
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Kick out by King who immediately jumps to his feet and so does Kaz, who ducks the European uppercut attempt by King and as he loses his footing, Kaz nails him with a thrust kick that rocks him but doesn’t drop him! Kaz measures him again and hits him with a second thrust kick that sends King stumbling onto the ropes but still doesn’t go down but bounces off. Kaz catches him on the rebound and sends him flying with a t-bone suplex! King lands near the corner but Kaz quickly drags him towards the middle of the ring and pins him for a second time!
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Th… kick out by King!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Kaz is taking the fight to The One and Only King.
CJJ: Did you expect anything less from The Kraken? I didn’t!
Kaz sits him up and then runs towards the ropes, bounces off and nails him with drop kick to the face. The impact sends King rolling to the outside, but he lands on his feet, holding himself up by the apron. Kaz uses the opportunity to bounce himself off the ropes again, and as King backs away from the ring, Kaz goes for a dive to the outside! But King catches him, spins him around and drops him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! King takes a moment to recover from Kaz’s attack and then he brings him up but doesn’t toss him back in the ring. Instead, he lifts him over his shoulder takes off and delivers a running power slam onto the ramp! The crowd lets out a loud “OH!” after the move and King gets up and smiles proudly. Kaz rolls down the ramp and lays by the ring as King now jumps up on the apron, walks towards a corner before jumping off and delivering a double foot stomp to Kaz’ sternum! Now King tosses him inside the ring after picking him up and goes for his pin attempt of the match!
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Thre… kick out by Kazmerick! King sits him up and now applies a shoulder claw submission! The ref asks Kaz right away if he gives up but he waves him off, shouting no!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Gideon is knowing for his submissions, and this move right here could very well win him the match.
CJJ: You know, I was reading on krakens, and here is a fun fact, they are not known to be quitters… So, have to disagree with you there.
King adds to the pressure to The Claw submission and Kaz tries to turn to the left and right but King’s grip is too strong, so he does the next best thing in trying to reach the ropes with his foot. King twists his hands on Kaz’s shoulder, causing him to twitch and spaz more than ever, but somehow, some way, he manages to touch the bottom rope with the tip of his wrestling boot! The ref tells Gideon to break the hold, but he refuses, and the ref starts the count!
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3!!!
4!!!!
And King finally breaks the hold! But only to pull Kaz down and hook both legs for the pin!
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Thre… kick out by Kaz but just barely! King gets to his feet and brings Kaz to his, before whipping him to the ropes. Kaz bounces off and King sends him flying with a back body drop! But Kaz lands on his feet, turns King around and goes for a right hand but King blocks it and gives him a kick stiff to the mid-section instead! King now hooks Kaz between his legs, cracks his own neck and then goes to lift him up for a power-bomb, but Kaz kicks his legs fighting him off. King nails him with hard forearm shots to the back to weaken him and then tries to get him up again but again Kaz kicks to keep himself grounded and then with all his might lifts, sending King flying with a back body drop! Kaz drops to his knees, holding his shoulder in pain, thanks to the claw submission.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Kaz managed to dodge a bullet there because if King hit the Tiger-bomb he was going for, it would have been all over.
CJJ: You really think so huh? But he may not look it, but Kazmerick can withstand a great amount of pain.
Kaz now gets to his feet but so does King, with his hand on his lower-back. He turns towards Kaz who nails him with a throat-chop! King stumbles backwards onto the ropes and Kaz is there to grab him and whip him towards the opposite side. King reverses it however and it is Kaz who bounces off. King goes for a clothesline but Kaz ducks it, wraps his arms around King’s shoulder, swings around and drops him with a swinging DDT! Kaz makes the nonchalant pin right after!
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Thre… Kick out by King! Kaz mounts him right away and begins to pummel him with stiff right hands, and the ref tells him to open the fists up but Kaz refuses! The ref warns him about a DQ and after two more shots, Kaz finally stops, getting off King and bringing him back up. He then hooks the slightly bigger man for a suplex, gets him up and delivers it perfectly! Gideon King no sells it however, popping back up, receiving a surge or energy from out of nowhere. Kaz is surprised and chares at King who surprises him with a European uppercut and doesn’t let Kaz stumble backwards, instead, pulling him in, turning him, lifting him and dropping him with a side-suplex! King kips-up now but so does Kaz, now he showing zero effects from the side suplex. Both men stare at each other intently and then charge at each other and begins to pummel the other with right hands as the crowd goes wild!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Here we go CJJ, both wrestlers got their second wind and the crowd is fully into it!
CJJ: Of course they are! These are two of the best up-and-coming stars we have on this brand, and they are showing you why right now.
Kaz gets the upper-hand surprisingly, turns King around, wraps his arms around his waist, lifts him and drops him with a German suplex! Kaz jumps on top of him for the pin but King kicks out just after 1 and pops up! Kaz is shocked and charges at King with a clothesline, King ducks and then shoves Kaz towards the ropes. Kaz bounces chest first and stumbles backwards right onto King who drops him with a tiger suplex with a bridge!
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No! Kick out by Kaz! Both wrestlers stay down this time, breathing heavily from the suplex exchange and the crowd begins to clap, showing their appreciation for both men who are giving them a hell of a match. King sits up like a certain dead-man, looks to the side at Kaz who is breathing heavily and smiles revealing his mouthpiece. He gets to his feet and then walks over to Kaz’s, grabbing them and hooking them for a sharpshooter! But as he goes to wrap the legs and spin Kaz around, he reaches for King’s head and pulls him down into an inside cradle! But King kicks out right away, both wrestlers got their feet and King quickly nails Kaz with a knee lift! He now motions to the crowd that is over, picking Kaz up into a fireman’s carry, setting him up for “The Checkmate” (GTS)! But as he pushes Kaz up to bring him down, face first onto his knee, Kaz catches the leg, then hooks King’s head under his other arm, lifts him and drops him with a fisherman suplex with a bridge!
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No! Kick out by King!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Both wrestlers with close calls in this great back and forth match!
CJJ: I can’t believe King kicked out of that, thought Kaz had won his first match on this brand!
Kaz looks at the ref frustrated and asks for a faster count. He then decides to go to the outside, walking over to the timekeeper’s table and grabs a steel chair! The ref tells him not to bring it inside, but Kaz does just that throwing it inside the ring, over the ref’s head, and landing on the other side of the ring. As the ref goes to grab the chair, Kaz quickly slides inside the ring. King is on his feet now and charges at Kaz but Kaz nails him with a kick to King’s jewels! But the ref, who was tossing the chair to the outside, doesn’t see it! With King doubled over in pain, Kaz takes a step back and delivers a superkick to the side of King’s head! King drops to one knee and Kaz quickly comes up from behind him, applying a sleeper hold! Kaz then brings him up with it, all the way up and then down with a sleeper suplex he calls “Reachers from the Deep!” Kaz quickly makes the pin, hooking both legs!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: KRACKEN KAZMERICK
Match Time: 14:32
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PATRICK MATHEWS: A big victory for Kazmerick here tonight! It was an incredible fight, but the Kracken comes out on top!
CJJ: I don’t like to admit it, but I have to say, King put up an amazing battle here. He very nearly got a winning streak going.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We may see big things coming from both men, but I especially think this one’s going to boost Kazmerick up the rankings for sure!
Kaz gets his arm raised, looking like he expected it the whole time. We cut away.
A video begins playing. Backlit behind a large row of lights behind him, a man sits in a lavish, comfortable looking chair. We can only see a general outline of the man, no facial features can be discerned. Just the shape of a man slouched back, totally relaxed, and with a lit blunt in one hand. After a short sigh of relief, the man speaks.
Man: You know, looking back on it, I don’t why I was so uptight. I guess I thought I had a legacy to uphold or something to that effect. But it’s only after taking a few steps back…
The man pauses to take another, long inhale from his blunt, quickly letting out a cloud of smoke from his mouth, spectacularly lit from the backlighting.
Man: …that it really isn’t that big of a deal. I mean, I’ve been so much happier as a person, a better businessman, a better LOVER ever since I had my realization. It’s been nice.
But I’m ready to be in the ring again.
I’m ready to spread these good vibes out to WGWF, because gawd knows they need it. And I’ve got just the guy who could use a hit or two from me, haha
The man continues to laugh, slowly getting lost in laughter as though someone had just told him an incredible joke, as the feed fades to black.
MEMPHIS BELLE The next match is scheduled for one fall, with a 20-minute time limit. It will be fought under Hardcore Rules!! Introducing first…
“Break It Down” by Lil Debbie plays the venue’s interior surround systems. The audience immediately boos the young athlete coming out from the backstage area smiling at the hatred she receives. Amber stands center stage with her hands on her hips, staring out to the audience before doing a slow twirl where a spotlight shines only on her, creating the illusion of a silhouette. Once she faces the audience again, she snaps her fingers, and the lights return to normal before strutting down to the ring like on a model’s runway.
MEMPHIS BELLE Introducing on her way to the ring! Hailing from Boca Raton, Florida! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 143 pounds! She is “THE INFLUENCE” AMBER MANSLEY!
Amber stops before the apron facing the ring, then looks both ways at the fans at ringside booing her. She gently leans over the apron, shrugs her shoulders, and then kisses the camera. Amber holds onto the bottom rope with both hands before spinning herself into the ring, lying on the canvas in the center. The camera transitions to a sky-view with a single spotlight on her in the arena, and from the camera’s point of view, it looks like an artwork of Amber in a silhouette fashion. She gets back on her feet, snaps her finger to alert production to brighten the lights, and silences her music as she takes refuge in a corner, kicking her body up on the top rope to relax.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Many thought that Mansley would have the advantage in this one with no rules, as The Fortunate Ones were sure to get involved. But there are no other Fortunate Ones in the building!
CJJ: *sob* Too soon, Patrick!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You’re going to have to deal with reality eventually, CJJ.
CJJ: This is a dream and I’m going to wake up soon…
MEMPHIS BELLE And her opponent…
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… as Mansley rushes forward, steel chair in hand, bringing the chair smashing into Bull’s leg!!! Bull rolls the rest of the way over the ropes, falling to the mat, as Mansley rears back to swing again!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Amber Mansley is incensed!!
CJJ: She’s tapping into rage for this contest, and it’s incredible! Go, Amber, go!!
The bell sounds belatedly, as the referee waves frantically to the timekeeper to get this one started. Mansley doesn’t stop, hitting Bull with the chair for a third time, as he struggles to get up. She then throws the chair on the ground, in front of Bull, before grabbing hold of him and dragging him over it. He double locks onto Bull’s arms, setting him up for a double-arm DDT onto the chair!! But at the last second, as Mansley lifts herself up to add to the plunge, Bull manages to straighten up, throwing Mansley overhead to the mat behind him! He shakes off the strikes he’s taken, turning around and grabbing Mansley on the way up. He lifts her bodily up, giving her a t-bone suplex backwards onto the chair!!! Mansley groans in pain from the impact, rolling out of the ring to the floor, as Bull pulls himself up, limping due to his injured leg. He starts after her, furious, as the referee just works to stay out of harm’s way.
CJJ: That was blatant, ref! Disqualify him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: … It’s a hardcore match, CJJ, remember?
CJJ: Yeah, but those rules should only apply to Amber! Not this big bastard!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s not the way it works and you know it, partner…
Outside the ring, Bull hauls Mansley up, dragging the smaller woman up the aisle. He bodily throws Mansley hard against a railing, making it shake, before stepping aside to get some distance. He charges forward, going for a lariat to send her into the crowd. But Mansley reaches over the railing, grabbing a drink from a startled fan, and throws it straight into Bull’s face, blinding him!! He staggers back, trying to clear his vision, as it’s clear that the drink was some sort of red drink, maybe a Fanta Red or a Big Red. It doesn’t matter, as it still burns, enough so that Mansley can grab the blinded Bull by the head and run forward, leaping over the railing as if performing a tornado DDT, but driving Bull throat-first into the railing!!! Bull drops backwards, trying to breathe through his injured esophagus, as Mansley gets to her feet and berates the fan’s drinking choice before going back after Bull.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t know what Mansley is mad about. Big Red is a perfectly good soda to drink!
CJJ: Please. With all the options available here at a WGWF event, and THAT’S what you go with? Terrible, just terrible. I wish it had been something with a little more kick to it, as that would have burned Corey more…
Back in the aisle, Mansley has gotten another steel chair, probably from the fan she was just berating. She rears back, blasting Bull in the back before he can rise!! Bull slumps to the mat, hurt, as Mansley positions the chair around Bull’s leg. She then goes back to the railing, climbing up, wanting to leap down onto the chair, possibly breaking Bull’s leg! The fans are booing, getting Mansley’s attention, as she tells them all to back off, or they’re getting taken out next! Mansley then jumps off the railing with a double stomp… but Bull moves his leg just in time!! Mansley does a flip, landing on her back, holding her knees in agony, as Bull struggles to get up, kicking the chair off of him. He angrily limps over to Mansley, hauling her up, and then grabs her by the throat, lifting her in the air and hitting a chokeslam on the aisle mats!! But Bull’s not done, lifting her twice more, and hitting all three chokeslams to complete the Kingsbury Run!!! He makes the first cover, with the ref right there…
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THRE-NO!! Mansley still gets a shoulder up!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’ll say this, I didn’t expect Mansley to be able to kick out of that, not with those weak mats she landed on!
CJJ: Everyone underestimates Amber Mansley, but she’s the toughest fighter on our roster!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maybe I’ve always seen her in the light of The Fortunate Ones. This time, she’s solo, and she’s still fighting out there…
CJJ: But she’s STILL a Fortunate One! They will rise again!! You’ll see!!!
Seemingly more angry now that Mansley has kicked out of the Kingsbury Run, Bull starts dragging her up the aisle, towards the stage area. He gets her to the ramp, locking her up and throwing her bodily overhead with a release German suplex, sending her crashing down on the edge of the ramp! She hangs there, hurt, as Bull lines her up. He runs forward, going for a punt kick, but Mansley senses it coming managing to sit up in time. Bull misses the swing, but doesn’t hit anything else, stabilizing himself. He shakes his head, knowing that would have ended it, then goes up on the ramp, pulling Mansley up as well… who lands a knee right to Bull’s groin, doubling him over!!! Mansley then yells out before grabbing Bull by the head and jumping forward, giving him a cutter onto the steel ramp!!! Bull’s down, as Mansley rolls over, covering him…
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THR-and Bull shoves an arm up, keeping this one going! Mansley, furious, grabs hold of him, pulling him up and dragging him up the ramp to the stage. She then continues forward, pulling Bull to the stage side, grabbing him by the head and slamming it into the edge of the set!! But Bull straightens up, absorbing the hit, then grabs Mansley, banging HER head into the set as well!! Mansley stumbles away, holding her head and going through the curtain, as Bull follows after her. The ref, though reluctant, follows as well.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait! We’re losing our view of them!
CJJ: Someone get the cameramen in the back over here, now! We need to see what’s happening!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is the danger of a hardcore match, as this one could end up anywhere! It could even wind up in the parking lot!
CJJ: Oh god, my car!!
As CJJ gets on his cell phone, telling his assistant to get his fancy vehicle out of there, we finally get the feed back in one of the hallways past the main entrance. Bull staggers after Mansley, grabbing at her arm, only for Mansley to grab a bowl off of the nearby table and spin, smashing it into Bull’s chest! The bowl, which apparently had some kind of cheese dip in it, splatters everywhere. Bull shrugs it off, though, grabbing Mansley again and throwing her backwards into the rest of the table, causing half of the legs to fail. With the table now at a diagonal, Mansley rolls down it, ending up on the floor. She struggles to get up, as Bull grabs hold of her from behind, slamming her head bodily into the concrete!! She goes limp, with Bull rolling her over to make the cover. The ref, behind them, has to go around to get into position…
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THRE-NO!! Mansley gets out of it!! Bull angrily confronts the ref, blaming him for not being there in time, shoving him backwards onto his butt! Bull then grabs hold of Mansley and pulls her up, bringing her further down the hallway. He looks to his right, seeing a window into one of the rooms at the arena. Grinning, Bull pulls Mansley up, saying that looks aren’t everything, before whipping her towards the window!! But Mansley gets her feet up, catching on either side of the window! She flips herself up, managing to land behind the startled Bull, then puts all her weight into shoving both of them forward, shattering through the window!!!! Bull goes down hard near a nearby desk, as Mansley falls to her knees as well, exhausted.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Jesus!! Bull’s been cut to ribbons there!!
CJJ: Hah!! The reaction time of Amber Mansley is incredible!! Also, they should really build better glass windows here at the arena, that one broke like it was breakaway glass or something…
PATRICK MATHEWS: *cough cough*
Mansley is back up now, dragging Bull to his feet and taking him to the doorway of the room they just crashed into. They go through it to the other side, with the cameraman and referee carefully following them, taking them out to a large hallway. Two interns are walking their direction, oblivious to the danger now in front of them, and Mansley takes full advantage, whipping Bull towards them. But Bull reverses it, shooting Mansley that way as well, and she crashes into both interns, sending them flying!! The interns clearly take the worst of it, as Mansley pulls herself up quickly, but Bull is already rushing right at her, nailing her with The Boot Check!!! Mansley’s down, as Bull drops on top of her for the cover…
1…
2…
THRE-NO!! Mansley’s shoulder gets off the concrete!! Bull can’t believe it, thinking that was going to be it. He demands the referee count again, holding Mansley down firmer this time…
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TH-And Mansley kicks out again!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Mansley is refusing to stay down!
CJJ: Of course she is! Only the best become a Fortunate One!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You mean like Sonya and…
CJJ: We’re not talking about that now.
Furious, Bull drags Mansley up, taking her with him as they head out of the hallway and into a back area of the arena. There are pallets and barrels stacked around us, as Bull picks Mansley up into the air, slamming her down onto one of the pallets, breaking it!! Mansley slumps there, hurting, as Bull signals that it’s time for the end. He waits to the side, watching as Mansley fights gamely to her feet. He lines her up, then rushes forward, going for the Sleepy Hollow kick!!! But Mansley yanks her head back at the last second, avoiding Bull’s charge and sending him right up next to a stack of large barrels! Bull, though, manages to stop his momentum, looking upwards at the high stack for a second, as if considering what might have been. He turns back, seeing Mansley struggling to get up, and lines her up again… but suddenly, the tall stack behind him begins to fall, crashing down onto Bull from behind!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh no!!!
CJJ: AVALANCHE!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What made them fall?? Bull didn’t even get there!!
CJJ: All I know is, we can’t even see Bull anymore!!
The barrels go in all directions, as we can see a figure running off in the distance. It’s blurry, though, so we can’t make out who it is. The barrels suddenly move, with Corey Bull finally reappearing, looking battered. He shoves a barrel away, holding his side, and tries to stand… but Mansley flies into view, leaping into Bull with the It’s Giving Finisher!!! The forearm shot lands perfectly, knocking Bull back down into the barrels. Mansley quickly rolls a couple of them forward, onto Bull, before getting on top and hanging on as the ref decides to make the count…
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: AMBER MANSLEY
Match Time: 16:29
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What in the world just happened??
CJJ: Amber Mansley just won, that’s what happened!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But… who helped her? Who pushed over the barrels? Nobody else from The Fortunate Ones are here!!
CJJ: Well, it wasn’t me, and you’re my alibi on that. That’s all I know.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I can’t believe this!
The referee raises up Mansley’s hand, as she lets out a triumphant shout. The barrels begin to move, though, so Mansley opts to walks away, her job completed.
We are backstage as a man approaches the office of Jonathan Barrows, he looks at the sign and grins
Figure: This is the place where I need to be to introduce myself.
He enters the office as the camera remains focused upon the door for several moments before the same individual walks out as he gives Jonathan Barrows a handshake. He then turns and stares into the camera.
Figure: Oh hello, I know what you must be thinking? Who is this guy and what is he doing here?? Well, let’s just say you got to wait until April’s fool to find out… See you all on Monday Night Brawl.
The crowd erupts with boos upon the sweet sounds of Alice and Chains “Man in a Box” hitting the speakers, and even louder to see Seth Stevens saunter out through the curtain with a slick smirk on his face. Seth is wearing a Grado t-shirt with a huge red “X” across Edward’s face. Seth ignores the boos from the crowd as he makes his way toward the ring; flipping off fans along the way. Seth rolls into the ring under the bottom rope before nipping up to his feet and calling for a microphone. Seth takes center ring, microphone in hand as the music fades away leaving the boos from the crowd echoing throughout the arena. Seth raises the microphone as he begins to state.
SETH STEVENS- “The boos are music to my ears because the last thing I’m looking for is any respect from marks like every one of you.”
The boos grow louder as Seth laughs under his breath.
SETH STEVENS- “Guys like the new shirt?”
Seth displays the Grado t-shirt with a huge red “X” across the face.
SETH STEVENS- “Who said you can’t make improvements? You see, over the last several months I’ve made it my mission to remove the skid mark known as Edward Grado from the WGWF. There isn’t any room in this company for a bumbling goof like Grado. He paid the price for not walking away when he had the chance.”
A loud chant of “YOU SUCK!” echoes in unison throughout the arena in an attempt to rattle Seth’s cage… but to no avail.
SETH STEVENS- “There isn’t anything any of you can say or do to take my sunshine away.”
Seth motions toward the tron.
SETH STEVENS- “If I could direct your attention toward the Tron.”
Clips of Seth hitting the Pilmanizer on Grado with his head wedged between a chair are shown before going back live to the ring as Seth laughs so hard he has to compose himself to the boos of the crowd.
SETH STEVENS- “I tried to warn him, I tried to tell him that I wasn’t anything nice to play with… but sometimes actions speak louder than words ever could. Now that Eddie G is out of the way I’ve got my eyes locked on a bigger prize… The BLOODBATH CHAMPIONSHIP…”
Seth continues.
SETH STEVENS- “All I’ve seen and heard since the announcement of the Bloodbath Championship is how tough people want to claim to be, or how they are going to walk away with this new shiny toy. If you think you’re going to do that just know that you’re going to have to go through…
The house lights begin to flicker before finally going dark.
The crowd erupts with the sweet sounds of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” suddenly hitting the speakers! A spotlight hit the top of the ramp but nobody is there. The lights come back up as the song fades away.
SETH STEVENS- “You’re all so gullible! That lame duck isn’t coming back! He’s through! He’s Done! And you can thank me for it!”
Seth then states.
SETH STEVENS- “I don’t have to talk tough, I don’t need to convince you how sick and twisted I can be… all you have to do is ask Edward when you see him.”
Suddenly Seth has a look of shock on his face. All attention turns toward the top of the ramp. The roof explodes as Edward Grado walks through the curtain and locks eyes with Seth Stevens! Edward reaches behind his neck and pulls off his neckbrace before tossing it to the top of the ramp! Grado sprints toward the ring! Seth Stevens tosses the microphone and rolls out to the floor meeting Edward at the foot of the ramp where Grado unloads with a flurry of right hands before sending Stevens crashing into the steel steps!
The music cuts as Edward starts stomping away at Stevens!
Grado picks Stevens up off the mat and throws him into the ring! Grado tosses the ring apron back and pulls out a steel chair! Grado slides into the ring and gets to his feet with the chair in hand! Stevens is getting to his feet where he’s met with a shot to the ribs with the chair doubling him over! The crowd pops huge as Grado waffles Stevens across the back dropping him to the mat.
Edward puts Seth’s head in between the chair.
Grado backs up into the nearest corner and climbs up on the middle rope but before Grado can give Seth a receipt it’s Stevens who frees himself and rolls out to the floor and out of harm’s way. Edward jumps down to the mat and picks up the microphone as Seth backtracks up the ramp.
EDWARD GRADO- “You’re right about one thing… WrestleWars is going to be a BLOODBATH, but it won’t revolve around that Championship; at least not for you. Your Bloodbath is going to be with me inside a STEEL CAGE!”
Seth is completely beside himself as the road from the crowd is at a fever pitch! Grado tosses the microphone to the mat as “Like a Prayer” hits the speakers. Grado points at Seth and is picked up on by a camera.
EDWARD GRADO- “I’m COMING for you!”
Seth storms off through the curtain.
MEMPHIS BELLE It is now time for our main event of the evening!! This will be a “Light Tubes Log Cabin” match!!
The crowd cheers the unique style, even as they focus on the ‘log cabin’ that has been carefully constructed near ringside.
MEMPHIS BELLE The winner of this contest will be decided by whoever is sent through the light tubes log cabin first! All other light tubes are available for weaponry! And now, introducing first…
MEMPHIS BELLE Standing at 6’2” and weighing 225 lbs, from Los Angeles, California, here is “VENOM” XAVIER LUX!!!
The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of 'The Infection' by Disturbed. After the intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance and as the lyrics of the song begin, Xavier Lux steps out from behind the smoke left by the pyro. He stands there sporting a black 7 Wrestling Sins T-shirt. He looks around at the crowd who were starting to come around to him, until he aligned himself with Barrows. Now, they have nothing but boos for "The Man with Venom in his Veins" as he makes his way down the ramp, keeping his focus on the ring. Once he gets to ringside, he looks under the ring and takes out his new friend, BERTHA! He grins and then hops on the apron, wiping his boots before getting in. Once inside, he makes his way to the corner, climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises Bertha high in the air and the crowd boos even louder now. He jumps down, laughing, as his music fades, the ref checks him and then gets ready for the match to start.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Xavier Lux has earned the anger of the fans in recent weeks, including his assault last Smash on both Johnny Stylez and his former friend, Peter Vaughn.
CJJ: Did you ever think there would come a time that the fans would be unhappy to see Vaughn get split open?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Gotta admit, I never expected it. But it’s certainly made Xavier appear the front-runner in the Bloodbath Division at this time.
MEMPHIS BELLE And his opponent…
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
MEMPHIS BELLE Standing 6’5” and weighing 256 lbs, representing Jacksonville, Florida, here is JOHNATHAN “THE BEAST” CABLE!!
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cable makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is what many would call a dream match. Two men who have reached the top of their profession, going at it here on the main event of Smash!
CJJ: Suck on that, Brawl!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And not only that, we’re seeing The Beast and Venom going at it in a Bloodbath style match, which is sure to erupt into a dangerous atmosphere for everyone involved!
CJJ: Yeah! Ye… wait… that includes us, doesn’t it?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Afraid so, CJJ.
CJJ: Hey, uh, can I have my stunt double sent out from the back, please?
The bell rings, as Lux steps forward with a confident swagger, still holding Bertha. It gives him the immediate edge, as Cable cautiously watches him. Lux steps forward, raising up Bertha, but stops before swinging, even as Cable reaches out to try and catch it. Lux then smirks, before tossing Bertha to the side! Cable, surprised, follows it as it slides out of the ring, but Lux takes that moment and attacks, hitting Cable with multiple forearm shots, before then grabbing him by the arm and whipping him to the ropes. As Cable comes back, Lux catches him with a hip toss, throwing Cable to the mat! Cable hops right back up, but Lux stays on the attack, striking away, as the crowd reacts to the surprising beginning to this one.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I didn’t expect Lux to throw away his advantage like that!
CJJ: Neither did Cable. So, in a way, throwing away his advantage gave Lux the advantage. Tongue twister, huh?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I have to say, I wasn’t expecting a wrestling match, but that’s what we’ve got so far!
Lux still has Cable thrown off, landing several punches to keep the masked man off-balance. He grabs hold of Cable’s arm and whips him towards the corner, slamming him into it. Lux then charges in at him, going for a European uppercut. But Cable rushes out of the corner to catch Lux in mid-air, lifting him up and slamming him down hard on his back!! Lux rolls away, stunned, grabbing at the ropes to pull himself up. But this works perfectly for Cable, who charges in at him, clotheslining Lux over the top rope and down to the floor!! Lux is down, as Cable takes a moment to recover. He climbs out of the ring, dropping down next to Lux, pulling him up. He then brings Lux to the edge of the apron, slamming Lux’s head into it multiple times!! Lux slumps to the side, out of it, as Cable, fired up, points towards the cheering crowd. He then steps to the right, considering a nearby stack of light tubes. He picks one up, studying it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: And this one’s about to get serious!
CJJ: Those light tubes are a menace! I would never want to get hit with one again!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah, I agree. Wait… again?
CJJ: Let’s just say there was a mix-up in Jersey and leave it at that, okay? Anyway, those things hurt. A lot.
As Lux pulls himself to his feet, trying to recover, Cable steps up behind him, rearing back. He brings the light tube down… and Lux quickly sidesteps, avoiding it, as it smashes across the apron’s edge instead!! Cable drops the remaining debris to the ground and turns, grabbing at Lux, but he boots Cable in the gut, doubling him over. Lux then positions him, locking onto his head, and takes him over with a snap suplex… right to where the remains of the light tube landed!! Cable rolls in pain, picking up more shards along the way, as Lux hops up, brushing off his own back where he got clipped in a couple of places. He then walks over to the light tubes, choosing two of them, and coming back over. As Cable tries to get up, Lux brings swings both around in his hands, before smashing BOTH of them across Cable’s back!! The masked wrestler falls to the ground, even as Lux dusts his hands off, as if saying this one’s already over.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable’s back has been shredded! There is no mercy being shown from Xavier Lux!
CJJ: Mercy is for the weak! That’s what Cobra Kai taught me!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You watched that entire series, and that’s the only thing you took away from it?
CJJ: Also, Johnny was always better than the Karate Kid!
Extremely confident now, Lux walks around the side of the ring, leaving Cable to try and recover. Lux, meanwhile, finds what he’s looking for: picking up Bertha!! He brings his sinister weapon around, holding it in both hands, as he knows that now is the perfect time for Cable to meet Bertha for the first time. He walks up towards Cable, cockily raising Bertha above his head… and Cable pushes himself up, coming forward to grab the startled Lux around the middle and carry him backwards, before slamming the man bodily into the stack of light tubes with a spinebuster!!! Glass shatters in all directions, as Lux writhes on top of the pile, Bertha sliding to the side, out of sight. The crowd starts chanting “Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!”
PATRICK MATHEWS: Geez!! Xavier Lux has just taken about a dozen light tube hits at once!
CJJ: At least that!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What a turnaround for Cable! Now if he can just send Lux into the light tubes log cabin, this one will be over!
Lux has pulled himself out of the destruction, showing numerous cuts bleeding from his back. Cable, not one to waste time, walks over and grabs hold of Lux, pulling him up onto his shoulders. He moves towards the log cabin, a lethal construction put together nearby. Cable, using his strength, lifts Lux overhead into a gorilla press, high above the light tubes. But Lux fights back, grabbing at Cable’s wrist, stopping his momentum. As Cable tries to throw Lux off, Lux readjusts, coming down and taking Cable to the mat with an arm drag takedown! Cable comes inches from the log cabin, but doesn’t disturb it, getting back to his knees… just in time for Lux to race into him with a shining wizard kick!! Cable topples over, knocked senseless, as Lux falls to a knee, reaching behind him to pull out a few more shards of glass from his torn-up back. He gets up, looking pissed at the blood on his hands.
Glaring at Cable, Lux turns and heads inside the ring, pulling himself up off the mat and leaving a small blood trail. He ignores it, going up onto the turnbuckle and climbing all the way up to the ring post, standing there as he looks down on his opponent. Cable is working to his feet, holding his head, not realizing where Lux is even as the fans try to warn him about what is coming. In true wrestling fashion, Cable doesn’t hear them, turning towards the ring. This is when Lux leaps off, straight off the top, landing a shooting star press right into the standing Cable, taking him to the outside mat!! The crowd can’t help but pop for the maneuver, as the aching Lux gets back to his feet, walking away from the downed Cable.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Man, I hate Lux’s attitude sometimes, but I can’t deny that he’s incredibly gifted when it comes to wrestling.
CJJ: The man should be a Hall of Famer everywhere he goes, Patrick! That’s why even guys like Joe Montuori like him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s a detriment, in my view…
CJJ: You WOULD think that.
Cable is trying to rise again, refusing to stay down, although he’s clearly been knocked for a loop. But Lux has already retrieved what he was going for. Three things, in fact. He comes back over, grinning, as we can see that he’s holding Bertha… with two intact light tubes tacked onto either side of the barbed wire chair!! The crowd gasps, even as Cable turns his way, looking resigned. He calls Lux forward, and Lux obliges, bringing Bertha around… and smashing it into Cable’s exposed back!!! Cable collapses to the ground, groaning, now cut up just as badly as Lux, who glances over at the referee watching nearby. The ref just shrugs his shoulders, since there’s nothing for him to do other than to call for the end of the match. Lux smirks at him, then grabs hold of Cable’s arm, yanking him up. He takes him onto the apron, working to get him up on his shoulders, possibly for a toss into the log cabin!
But Cable won’t let Lux climb any higher, fighting free with a series of elbows. He then grabs hold of Lux, lifting HIM up into a Torture Rack, the start of the Darkest Hour!!! But no, Lux fights free of this as well, falling over the ropes and landing in the ring. He lashes out with a kick towards Cable, trying to knock him towards the log cabin, but Cable catches his foot, throwing Lux backwards with a flip! Lux lands on his hands and knees, but pulls himself up, even as Cable steps through the ropes. He lashes out at Cable with an enziguri, knocking Cable into the ropes! But Cable responds, coming back with a big boot of his own, sending Lux reeling back! The two men then shake off their respective hits, charging at each other…and hitting a double clothesline that sends BOTH crashing to the canvas!! The crowd cheers the series of maneuvers, even as both Cable and Lux lay on the mat, bloody backs first.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Now what happens? Can either man continue??
CJJ: Hey, if we have to get medical help in there shooting adrenaline into both of these guys to keep them going, that’s what we’ll do! This match doesn’t end until that light tubes log cabin comes down!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But how long can either man go on? They’re both losing blood!
CJJ: Okay, fine, if one of them dies, we’ll say the match is over. Happy now?
PATRICK MATHEWS: … Not at all!!
Slowly, both wrestlers start to get to their feet. Cable staggers backwards to the ropes, hanging onto them. He’s staring right at Lux, though, ready to go after him again, when…
The audience all turns as Joe Montuori’s music begins to play, streaming the usual intro video. The crowd is immediately on their feet, booing.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What the… but JMont said he wasn’t going to be here tonight!!
CJJ: A man can change his mind, Patrick, and damn, it’s great to see him here!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He has no business being out here during our main event!!
CJJ: Hey, JMont can go wherever he wants! Although… I’m not seeing him…
The music finishes playing, with the video abruptly cutting off. Nobody has appeared on the stage, not JMont, The Fortunate Ones, or anyone else. Cable, who was staring over that direction, shakes his head, annoyed at the distraction. He steps forward towards Lux… who blasts him with The Penalty Kick right between the legs!!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh my God!!!
CJJ: Oooooooooo, that hurts!!!
Every male in the audience is groaning, as Cable collapses to his side. Lux, having had the quicker reaction time, signals that this one is over. He hauls Cable up, dragging him over to the turnbuckle that’s closest to the light tube log cabin. He pulls Cable painfully up to the top, positioning the larger wrestler on his shoulders, as the fans begin to react, realizing what might be about to happen.
PATRICK MATHEWS: He wouldn’t…
CJJ: He couldn’t…
And with a loud, powerful yell, Lux takes Cable off the top with the Cure, sending them crashing downwards through the light tubes log cabin!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: HE DID!!!!
CJJ: HOLY SHIT!!!
The crowd agrees, chanting away, as the referee quickly signals for the bell, saying that this one is over. Lux gets to his feet, getting his arm raised, although he’s wincing on his side. He managed to send Cable through the brunt of the light tubes, though, only getting some shrapnel damage.
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WINNER VIA LIGHT TUBES LOG CABIN: XAVIER LUX
Match Time: 18:31
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PATRICK MATHEWS: A brutal finish there for Xavier Lux, as he puts away Johnathan Cable in devastating fashion!!
CJJ: What a win! Xavier Lux has shown the world that he deserves to be the Bloodbath Champion!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s been a hell of a night, and we’ve got a lot of clean-up to do before we leave the arena, so we’ll see you next time!
CJJ: Peace!
The camera image focuses on the still-downed Cable, as medics move in to check on him. Lux barely gives them a glance, as he retrieves Bertha and heads for the back, ignoring the boos still coming his way. He did exactly what he wanted to do here tonight. We fade out.
Thanks to the following match-writers:
Cholo
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
Brawl GM
Corey Bull
Damage
Enigma
Edward Grado
Xavier Lux
(Mystery)
Seth Stevens
Cholo
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
Brawl GM
Corey Bull
Damage
Enigma
Edward Grado
Xavier Lux
(Mystery)
Seth Stevens