Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Jan 14, 2013 20:24:46 GMT -5
ROD X FOLLOW UP.
Denise: Hi guys, this is Denise Essex about to interview Roderick X and Brother Ahmad in the back after that brutal attack.
Rod’s all sweaty and looks to be in pain as Ahmad is rubbing his head.
Denise: Rod, what do you have to say about what occurred tonight?
Rod and Ahmad just look at Denise like she’s crazy.
Denise: What does this say about the black man in the WGWF.
Rod and Ahmad get an angry look on her face.
Rod: Looks like I’m gone have to go Honkey-Huntin’…and this is the last time I talk to you. Where’s Chestnut…at least he’ll call me a nigga to my face.
Camera cuts back to ring side as Rod and Ahmad walk off.
MATCH 4:
NON TITLE
ZACH RIZZA vs JOSEPH PAGE (c)
DING
DING
DING
Diamond: I’ve picked this to be one of the best one on one matches of the night. Any predictions?
Rotten: Hello? I root for bad guys. I clearly won’t be rooting for that… loser.
Diamond: I’m excited to watch it all unfold, LIVE! On Monday Night Brawl!
Rotten glares at Diamond as the two exchange an awkward look. Diamond tells Rotten to toss off by waving his limp hand at the shallowest commentator in the biz. The action turns to the ring as Page and Big Tyme finally get close enough to lock up.
Diamond: Here we go!
Page reaches up and goes for the clinch but shoots to the legs, somersaults, and hops to his feet directly behind the bigger man. He fires back with a snap kick to the jaw. Big Tyme staggers back and rubs his chin. Page follows up by running at the adjacent ropes and leaps off, throwing his legs around Big Tyme’s neck, and tosses him head over heels into the corner with a Hurrcanrana.
Joseph remains on the attack and stomps at Big Tyme briefly before lifting him off the mat. He pushes him into the ropes and catches the mammoth with a picture perfect fall away slam. Big Tyme bounces off the mat and surprisingly through the bottom rope. His body smacks against the ringside floor.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Big Tyme rolls around, clutching his back, and slowly gets back to his feet. Just as he stands upright a series of light thuds draws his gaze to the ring and he sees Page flying off the turnbuckle and flipping through the air.
Diamond: Joseph Page is not wasting time tonight. He just landed a Moonsault outside the ring on top of Big Tyme!
Page wraps the big man’s leg up and wrenches on it. Big Tyme’s shoulders fall flat to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
Diamond: KICKOUT! Page going for the quick win. Smart move.
Rotten: Not good enough.
Big Tyme rolls to the corner as Page discusses the finer points of hitting one’s hand on the mat with speed. The Bronx native holds up three fingers in front of his face and counts the off. Too much debating leaves an opening for Big Tyme to regain his composure and find his ring legs again. He stands up as Page turns back to see the big man glaring at him.
Diamond: Here we go!
Rotten: Really?
Big Tyme: RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
Rizza runs in place as he charges up a solid head of steam. He lowers his head and sprints at Page, who is quick to drop to his stomach as he connects with a drop toe hold. Big Tyme’s head bounces off the turnbuckle and then backward against the ring. Joseph stays on the attack as he jumps onto the top rope and leaps off.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Rotten: Damnit!
Big Tyme catches the small man in mid air and then grins just before he jerks back and sends him flying with a body toss. Joseph’s body rolls clear across the ring. Big Tyme dusts off his hands, which are not dusty, and then gives the youngsters a thumbs up. Page is already on his feet and rolls his eyes as he charges the big man.
Diamond: Page keeps on it…
Big Tyme lunges forward, surprising Page with a devastating clothesline. Both men fall; Page because he’s seeing stars and Big Tyme because he put all of his weight and might into it.
Diamond: Huge clothesline by Big Tyme! Both men showing their offense and defense early in this match.
Rotten: I wish they’d show some class… and leave!
Diamond: This could be a good look at two of the favorites of the West Coast Rumble, Rotten.
Rotten: Two contestants, Diamond. Remember… the rest of the field is stacked. These two don’t stand a chance.
Amongst the back and forth at the commentary table, Big Tyme has Joseph Page on his feet and his arms wrapped around his head. He quickly jerks Page into the air in a gorilla press. The fans begin to cheer for a big move just as Page wiggles free. He drops down behind Big Tyme who turns in unison with Page.
Rotten: Big elbow! Is Big Tyme bleeding?!!
Big Tyme reaches up and notices his eyebrow is split open and blood now stains his fingers. Some of the crimson life juice even sticks to Page’s elbow. Big Tyme’s brow furrows and he charges Page with a fire in his movement. His hands wrap around Page’s neck. He lifts him up and slams his back against the mat with a chokeslam.
Diamond: That might have been a bad idea, like running when a bear sees you.
Rotten: I usually just shoot the bear.
Diamond: Real nice, Rotten.
Page clutches at his back as Rizza remains in motion, grabbing Page by his hair, and then sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. On his way back Page leaps into the air and drops an elbow onto Big Tyme but the impact is harmless to the big man. He launches Page into the air, flipping, and landing onto his back, yet again.
Diamond: Zach Rizza looks like a man possessed!
With more furious footsteps Big Tyme moves toward his prey. Page tries to help himself up by grabbing hold of the top rope but before his legs can lock out he’s yanked off the ground and into the gorilla press once again. Big Tyme is quick to drop Page onto his shoulder and slam him down with a shoulder buster.
Diamond: Big Tyme has a lot of momentum here.
Rotten: Whatever, whoever… just finish this already!
Page rolls around for a few moments as Big Tyme plays the crowd a bit more. The big man flexes to the fans and then reposes before he notices a blur of black boot come his way. Joseph Page returns to the ground after a thunderous roundhouse nearly knocks Big Tyme’s nose off his face.
Diamond: Page’s roundhouse really rocked the big man.
Joseph takes a second to analyze Big Tyme’s posture. The big shoulders slump forward, then roll to the left, and then roll backwards before he stagger steps and nearly keels over. Page darts off the ropes and flies off of his feet and wraps his arm around Big Tyme’s neck, driving his head into the mat with a Swinging DDT. Page hops to his feet, once again off the ropes within seconds, and then leaps into the air and lands belly to belly with Big Tyme.
Diamond: Impressive Springboard splash by Page!
The reigning TV Champ leaps back to his feet and pounds the mat with his palms, gesturing for Big Tyme for get up. The big man shakes the cobwebs loose and slowly climbs to his feet. Page and Rizza lock eyes once again. Big Tyme snarls and rushes at the small man, swings his arm back, and sweeps it forward with a clothesline.
Rotten: Missed again, Big Tyme!
Page ducks the heavy arm, continues ahead into the ropes, and springs back in time to catch Rizza with his trademark spear…
Rotten: Whoooaaa!!
.. only that Rizza was ready for it and put his boot out, catching Page right in the skull coming in. With Page down, Rizza picks up Page by the head and sets him for the Rizzatude Adjustment. But before he could lift Page.. Rizza is nailed from behind… by a small red ball.
Then a yellow one…
… and then a blue one.
It more of an annoyance then actual pain, and Rizza is very annoyed. He drops Page and turns around and is nailed right in the forehead with a ball by a smiling Paul Frost. Rizza is pissed and he wants to go outside to strangle Frost, but the referee stands inbetween and he isn’t budging. Rizza calms himself down a bit and turns back to the task at hand.
Problem is, the task at hand is now back on his feet and charging towards Rizza.
He catches Rizza and drives him down with the Cutthroat.
Diamond: This could be it, Rotten…
Page hooks the leg.
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING
DING
DING
Clark Masters: AND YOUR WINNEERRRRR…
"Say This Sooner" cues up and crashes over the airwaves as Clark pauses to find room to speak.
Masters: the WGWF WORLD TEE-VEE CHAMPION.. JOSEPH PAGE!!!
Diamond: Paul Frost just cost Rizza this contest!
Joseph Page rolls out to the floor before screaming out at the camera.
Joseph Page: TOMOKO!
He then blows a kiss into the camera before winking.
Joseph Page- "I'd so tap that."
Meanwhile Paul Frost slides into the ring where he waits as Rizza is shown pushing himself to his feet only to be on the receiving end of a FROST BITE!
Rotten: Rizza just felt the bite!
The crowd boo's as Frost stands over Rizza looking down with a blank stare.
WEST COAST RUMBLE JUST GOT RAZIELED.
The door to Nick Ryan's office is seen wide open, but for once, it's meant to be as a sign is placed on it with an arrow pointing inside, the sign reading "WCR Sign-Ups." Various superstars are seen leaving the office, and after they leave, Raziel approaches the door, looking tired and disheveled as he glances at the sign. Scoffing, he shakes his head and scratches at his unkempt beard before starting to continue on.
Before he gets too far, Nick Ryan emerges from his office and peeks down the hall.
Nick Ryan: Sign-ups are in here Raz!
Raziel pauses, scratching his chin again and smile as he turns around.
Raziel: I saw the sign, Nick. Didn't know you were THAT desperate to get visitors.
Nick Ryan: And you were just going to waltz on by?
Raziel: Wouldn't really call this waltzing...more like walking gingerly...
The Heel of Heels looks Nick up and down before grinning and turning his back once more.
Nick Ryan: So you are telling me that the Heel of the Year isn't going to sign up? Wouldn't that make your awards speech about getting back to the top a joke?
Raziel stops dead in his tracks, his fingers dancing at his side, eager to make a fist. But he resists, only turning his head slightly and readjusting his Tag Title on his shoulder.
Raziel: The only joke in this hall is you, Nick. As for the Rumble...I'll get back to you on that when I FEEL like it...
And with that said, Raz continues down the hall, leaving Nick to merely shake his head and return to his office.
TERRY FUCKING BORDEN.
The roof of the MGM Grand explodes!!
Rotten: NO!
Diamond: WHAT AN OVATION!!
Borden makes his way out to the top of the ramp causing the crowd to explode louder! Borden places his hands on his hips as fireworks explode at the top of the ramp. Terry starts making his way towards the ring. He makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron before entering the ring. Borden walks across the ring where he's handed the microphone by Donald Masters. The music fades away leaving a solid chant of BORDEN, BORDEN, BORDEN echoing throughout the arena! Terry raises the microphone before addressing the AMERICANMANIACS!
Terry Borden- "Let me go on record by saying that this years West Coast Rumble is going to feel the wrath of AMERICANMANIA, BROTHER!"
Diamond: Borden's just enetered the Rumble!
Terry Borden- "I'm going to enter into the Rumble, and by god I'm going to WIN IT! DUDES!"
Another massive pop can be heard as Borden continues.
Terry Borden- "But before I get to the West Coast Rumble, BROTHER, I feel like I need to address one Jimmy King."
The crowd roars with boo's at the mention of King's name.
Terry Borden- "You issued a challenge to me, BROTHER, and I would have answered it, DUDE, but you screwed up by throwing my good friend "Naitch" into this thing, BROTHER! You want me?!?!?! YOU GOT ME! NEXT WEEK! WHATCH GUNNA DO WHEN ME AND ALL MY AMERICANMANIACS RULE YOU!"
Borden throws down the microphone to a rockstar like ovation as he exits the ring.
Rotten: Dear God... next week, Jimmy King vs Terry Borden.
Diamond: Going to be a 5 star classic!
PRE-TAPED w/ HEELS ON WHEELS and STEVE JASON.
Much like last week, a pre-recorded video of a gym begins to play on the 'tron. We see a ring set up, not the best or sturdiest looking ring, but a ring nonetheless. Inside we see the new WGWF training coach, Steve Jason, with a younger man who's wearing sweat pants, showing him some new moves.
The younger man, has very short black hair, a six-pack, and looks much like a male model.
SJ: Ok, so now what you want to do is...
He's interrupted as the Tag Team Champions walk in the gym for the second week in a row.
Raziel: Look at what we have here, R.J.
Raziel looks at R.J. Palmer, who's holding a large, old-school boom-box.
Raziel: Steve Jason actually doing something productive with his career; Training the younger generation of wrestlers.
RJ: Actually, Justin, I think he's training for his upcoming match against James Raven. I mean, what could this young chap learn from a hack like Stevie Wonder over there?
Steve walks to the edge of the ring and leans over the ropes, unimpressed that Heels on Wheels have yet again come to interrupt him at his new job.
SJ: Listen guys, I don't have time for your shenanigans. I have a kid here who really wants to learn the tools of the trade, and I'm sure he doesn't want you two coming in here and ruining it for him.
Palmer leans to the side to look past Steve, and at the guy in the ring. He then taps Raziel on the shoulder and whispers something into his ear. Raziel nods, acting like he's listening to this important message, then he looks at RJ in slight disgust, then continues to listen to the rest of what he has to say.
Raziel: So, uhh, Steve. Where'd you find this guy, anyway?
Raz tries to shake the thought of what he just heard away.
SJ: The federation picks guys for me to train, you know, because I am the new coach.
Raziel: Well, RJ here says he knows that guy. In fact, I would like to know how you know him, RJ?
Both Raziel and Steve look at RJ, who's left stunned and wide-eyed. He rubs the back of his head and looks away from Raziel, who then physically turns RJ back around the look at him.
RJ: Alright! It was an accident! His ad said his name was Jezebel Jesse! How was I suppose to know Jesse is a mans name as well!? And I had already paid the deposit, so what was I suppose to do!?
RJ bites down on his knuckles and turns away in shame, while Raziel looks grossed out.
Raziel: That's fucked up, man. But, Steve, that guy in the ring, is a well known male stripper in this area of Vegas, and RJ told me, that he likes to... Pump up the jams.
As if on cue, RJ hits play on the boom-box.
Pump Up The Jam by Technotronic blasts through the speakers, and echoes around this seemingly empty gym. The camera pans over to the young man in the ring, who rips off his sweat pants like a professional, leaving only a banana hammock, that leaves very little to the imagination, and begins to prance around Steve, pumping his fists in the air, and trying to grind him.
Raziel and RJ are laughing their asses off, as Steve desperately tries to escape the jiving crotch of this stripper, but he's too quick, that wherever Steve tries to go, he cuts him off and thrusts in front of him.
Clearly a set up by the reigning champions all along, RJ drops to the floor from the laughter over his plan coming together better than he thought it would, as we're left with a shot over the shoulders of the champions, looking into the ring where Steve is still trying to push this man away from him.
CO-MAIN EVENT:
TAG TEAM ELIMINATION MATCH
THE TALENT: KYLE SHANE and BILL BLAKK vs KENNY RADICAL and DRAKE MASTERS
DING...DING...DING....
The crowd roars Bill Blakk and Kenny Radical start things off for their respective teams. They lock up center ring, each man jockeying for position before Blakk rakes Radical across the eyes to loud boo's from the crowd. Bill follows up with hard right hands as he's admonished by the referee. Radical is fired across the ring, he bounces off the ropes as Blakk drops his head looking for a back body drop but he finds a swinging neckbreaker from Radical instead! The crowd cheers as Kenny reaches his feet. Radical begins stomping away at Blakk before picking Blakk up off the mat, he twists the arm of Bill before walking back to his corner where the rookie Drake Masters tags into the contest. Drake climbs to the top rope before coming off with a double axe handle across the twisted arm and shoulder of Blakk to a pop from the crowd. Masters takes Bill over with a snapmare before driving a stiff kick across the shoulder blades.
Diamond: Drake Masters and Kenny Radical are holding their own in the opening moments of this contest.
Rotten: Key word, opening moments.
Drake picks Blakk up off the mat before smashing him with a hard right hand, followed by a second before shooting Blakk into a neutral corner. Masters charges into the corner after Blakk looking for a diving shoulder block, Blakk side steps Masters sending Masters right shoulder first into the ring post! Blakk comes out from the corner before pulling Masters out to the center of the ring where he drives him into the mat with a Side Walk Slam before executing the cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... THR
Masters kicks out to a pop from the crowd. Blakk reaches his feet where he picks up Masters before hurling him into the corner housing Kyle Shane. Blakk lays several boots to the stomach of Masters before tagging in the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion! The crowd roars with boo's as Shane enters the ring before lacing Masters across the chest with a knife edge chop which echo's throughout the building. Shane brings Masters out of the corner before scooping Drake up and slamming him to the mat. Shane bounces off the ropes before looking to delivering a elbow drop which Masters rolls out of the way of! Masters and Shane are quickly to their feet with Shane looking for a running clothesline which Masters ducks, Shane bounces off the ropes before being met with a snap over Power Slam! Masters executes the cover hooking the nearest leg of the Champion!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... TH
Shane kicks out! Masters reaches his feet where picks Shane up off the mat only to eat a jaw breaker by the World Heavyweight Champion.
Diamond: Masters looks good thus far until now.
Kyle backs Masters up into ropes before shooting him across the ring, Masters bounces off the ropes where Raidcal makes the blind tag, Masters ducks a clothesline leaving the door open for Radical to deliver a sling shot shoulder block to Shane! Radical quickly makes the cover on Kyle hooking the nearest leg.
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... THR
Kyle kicks out to a gasp from the crowd. Masters exits the ring as Radical takes over on Kyle with boots to the chest and body before picking Shane up off the mat where he shoots him towards the ropes, Kyle reverses and it's Radical that's sent into the ropes where he's met by a knee to the back by Bill Blakk which sends him staggering forward into a Superkick by Shane!
Rotten: The Champ nailed him with that one!
Shane makes his way to the corner where Bill Blakk is tagged back into the contest to loud boo's from the crowd. Blakk drops down choking the life out of Kenny Radical which forces the referee to lay the count to him.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
"FIV"
Blakk releases the choke before getting himself disqualified. The crowd roars with boo's as Blakk reaches his feet before turning his attention towards Masters where he spits at him garnering even more boo's from the crowd. Masters enters the ring where he's quickly cut off by the referee. With the referee distracted Blakk drops back down where he continues choking Radical! Finally Masters gets back out on to the ring apron and when the referee turns back around he see's Blakk choking Radical once again!
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
"FIV"
Blakk releases the choke hold before getting to a vertical base where he's admonished by the referee. Blakk comes forward looking to pick Radical up off the mat only to be met with an Inside Cradle by Radical!
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... THRE
Blakk kicks out at the final second to a huge gasp from the crowd. Blakk beats Radical to his feet where he looks for a running clothesline, Radical ducks sending Blakk bouncing off the ropes and into a boot to the midsection by Radical! The crowd roars as Kenny sets Blakk up for the Radical Ride! Blakk counters with a back body drop! Bill manages to deliver the FADE TO BLAKK as Kenny looks to get to his feet! Bill executes the cover.
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THREE!!
MASTERS: KENNY RADICAL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED.
Rotten: Things just got bad for Mr. Masters.
Kenny rolls out to the floor as Drake Masters enters the ring. Bill Blakk and Kyle Shane laugh as they know that the ball is firmly in their court.
Diamond: Drake Masters is going to have to defy the odds if he's going to leave here tonight with a victory.
Masters and Blakk circle each other in the ring, with Masters back to Shane we see Kyle enter the ring blasting Masters in the back of the neck causing him to stagger forward and into a stiff clothesline from by Bill Blakk! Blakk makes the cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO.... THRE
Masters kicks out to a huge pop from the crowd. Blakk reaches his feet before violently stomping away at Masters. Bill tags Kyle back into the contest and Shane quickly scales the turnbuckles. Standing on the top turnbuckle he waits as Masters begins to work his way to his feet. Once Masters reaches his feet Shane comes off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick! Kyle quickly makes the cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO.... THRE
Masters kicks out to another massive ovation from the crowd. Kyle reaches a vertical base before picking Masters up off the mat. He levels him with a hard European Uppercut knocking him back into a neutral corner. Shane comes forward stepping up to the middle rope before hammering away with right hands to the temple of Masters! The referee starts laying the count to Kyle but suddenly as Shane looks for his sixth right hand Masters comes out of the corner dropping Kyle face first across the top turnbuckle!
Diamond: There's life left in Drake Masters!
The crowd really starts getting behind Masters as he pushes himself to his feet before making his way towards Kyle where he reaches down picking Shane up off the mat before delivering a Side Russian Leg Sweep! The crowd pops as Masters starts pushing himself up off the mat. Once to a vertical base the fans are solidly behind Masters as he meets Shane with a right hand as he reaches his feet! Masters lands a second right hand followed by a third which backs Shane against the ropes. Masters sends Shane across the ring with an Irish Whip, Shane bounces off the ropes and into a Spinbuster! The crowd roars as Masters reaches his feet where he signals for the T.R.D!!
Rotten: This can't be!
Bill Blakk hops down to the floor where he throws the time keeper from his chair! Blakk takes the chair before diving into the ring. The comotion from the crowd causes Masters to spin around where Bill Blakk blasts him in the face with a vicious and violent chairshot which busts Masters wide open!
MASTERS: BILL BLAKK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED VIA DISQUALIFICATION.
Diamond: Blakk just made this a one on one, but I think he's knocked Masters out cold!
Kyle Shane siezes the moment and manages to crawl into the cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO.... THREE
DING... DING... DING.
MASTERS: THE WINNER AND SURVIVOR OF THE ELIMINATION CONTEST... KYLE SHANE!
Diamond: .. and the Talent have just stolen another one!
HIGH LIMITS LOUNGE
FEATURING: CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY
The ring is quickly cleared and a red carpet is rolled across the squared circle. The crowd comes a live as the High Limits Lounge Set enters the ring. Suddenly "Mr. Blue Sky" by ELO hits the speakers to a thunderous ovation from the home town crowd.
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome VEGAS!
Vegas struts out to the top of the ramp dressed to the nines. The crowd roars as Vegas starts making his way to the ring. Once ringside he takes a microphone from the ring attendent before making his way into the ring. The music fades leaving the crowd roaring.
VEGAS- "What's up SIN CITY!"
The crowd roars as Vegas continues.
VEGAS- "Let's not waste precious time because I have A LOT I want to ask my guest tonight, especially after how we left Brawl last Monday Night. So ladies and gentleman, at this time I'd like to introduce the man who is personally responsible for it all... Christian Connolly.
“One Light” by 3 Doors Down
From behind the curtain, a wrestling legend emerges, sneering buoys in an ocean of love & hatred. He stands on the stage like a campaigning politician, grinning, pointing at the fans, his refined ears hearing a whistle in every hiss and filtering every chastising boo as an uplifting "whoooooooooooooooooo!" Behind him on the WGWF*Tron, a clip of the beating the outsiders delivering to Nick Ryan, highlighting the dread, then the realization, the surprise, the panic, and finally, the senselessness.
He swaggers down to ringside, like the days when he was a World champion.
Rotten is on his feet, clapping his hands above his head, which he’s shaking in reverent disbelief.
Diamond: Will you sit down!?
Standing at the ring, Connolly hops onto the apron, showing a spring in his legs, no one thought would be seen again. He climbs in and immediately begins to circle the ring, surveying the crowd without really looking, condescending without saying a word.
Amidst the chaos comes a familiar sight: C2 plucking a microphone from his breast pocket. Obediently the music cuts, but the crowd is not so accommodating.
Vegas: Thank you for com-
Connolly: With all due respect.. I don’t need this. I don’t need to be part of this flamboyant dog & pony show that I’m being forced to take part in. So, all I need from you is that stand there and shut.. up.
He doesn’t shout or raise his voice, but the words slice through the din, silencing it.
Connolly: See all of this here, is part of the reason why last week happened. Why Nick Ryan and Bill Blakk were the firsts, but surely, they won’t be the last.
C2 nods in affirmation and gives a wink towards backstage.
Connolly: You see for over a year now, I’ve worked backstage and been the good company man. I’ve done everything I could to help this company grow to where it is today. It was me who actually made the TV title worth a damn and got a world class superstar like Raziel to lower himself to even compete for the title. Oh, I was told that I could have anyone on the roster, but none of them wanted to.
I was the one who sacrificed his well being by coming out of retirement to face my friend for nothing more than because Chris Page needed more PPV buyrates. And as I was getting my legs broken, the only people who dared help me.. were the fans?!
The fucking fans.
Connolly chuckles to himself.
Connolly: But alas, I came back to work. To help this company. I wheeled my ass around in that degrading wheelchair, all the while doing what was needed. And then I find out that the WGWF had signed a working agreement with the XWF. The same XWF that ran Chris Page off all those years ago. The same XWF that pretty much erased my existence. The same XWF that continuously hires a racist, bitchass punk to work for them and allows him to run rampant, then points the finger at everyone else when they complain, like everyone else is the problem.
He wants to work with them, instead of just coming to me, as I have a host of superstars on speed dial I could’ve brought in and it would’ve been more exciting than anything the XWF could off offered.
I’ve been vilified for past transgressions that I’ve done nothing but apologize for. I’ve been disrespected by bitter ex-champions who because of their ego, can’t handle the fact that they actually could lose a match. I got primadonnas running rampant backstage who cry cause they actually have to put someone other than themselves over.
And frankly… I’m tired.
I’m tired of dealing with it.
So last week, I made a call to some friends, and I decided to make a statement. I decided to show this company what real.. favortism, is all about. See, that seems to be the new thing to bitch about these days… favoritism. Well, Nick Ryan is the biggest example of favortism in this company. He walks around here like he actually has some pull in this company, when he’s nothing more than a figurehead. He has NO POWER. He’s General Manager in name only. The only power he has is whatever power the writers script him to have. He’s nothing more than the Jack Tunney of the WGWF.
But everything goes right back to Chris Page. And I know he’ll hear about this because he’s too busy on his knees, sucking off James Raven and T-Money so they can appear at Wrestle Wars, so once again Chris Page can get another run in the spotlight, ahead of wrestlers that actually deserve it.
Page, you're nothing more than a whore. You treat this company as a cheap slut, and it's no wonder why people would rather go to PDW or better yet to the new federation bankrolled by Tomoko. Like me, they're tired of your bullshit. Ain't that why Jocelyn Camden ain't around anymore.
And I'm sure you'll dismiss everything I'm saying, but what you won't dismiss is what continues to happen until you decide to face me like a man.
Suddenly we see HAWAIAN HARDHEAD leading a troop of talent from the crowd! There's four who dive into the ring and begin assaulting Vegas! The four on one assault rages on as Connolly is shown with a sick smile across his face...
The crowd roars as TERRY BORDEN, KENNY RADICAL, and DRAKE MASTERS emerge from the lock room with steel chairs! They hit the ring forcing Connolly and company to abandon ship and escape through the crowd... but the damage has been done.
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL MAIN EVENT
WGWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
INSANIMANIACS: GX and LUNATIC vs HEELS ON WHEELS (c): R.J. PALMER and RAZIEL
RJ Palmer & Raziel Vs Grimoire Xmyles & Lunatic
Raziel starts this match off for Heels on Wheels while Lunatic is set to kick things off for the Insanimaniacs. Raziel smirks as he gets the opportunity to tee off with the most opinionated human being to have ever lived (ever) and man who won't shut up (ever... EVER!) in Lunatic. As the two slowly circle the ring, they begin to approach each other and go to look up but Raz, ever the veteran, throws a finger poke in Lunatic's direction, catching him right in the eye and stumbling him. Raz spears Lunatic back into the Heels corner and uses his shoulder as a battering ram, charging right into Lunatic's mid-section and beating him down as the referee admonishes him for beating down on his opponent while he's in the ropes. Raziel has a few choice words for the referee before flying off on Lunatic with a huge right hand that sends him falling out of the corner again. As Lunatic tries to get away from the beating, Raziel blasts him with a second right hand, sending him leaning right back against the ring ropes before he lines him up and fires off on him with a huge chop. Lunatic clutches his chest, really feeling the pain from that very loud chop before Raziel attempts to whip Lunatic off the ropes but he counters and Raziel bounces off the ropes right into a big clothesline. Lunatic pulls Raziel up by the hair and fires back at him with several hard right hands before tossing him across to his own corner and tagging in Grimoire.
Rotten: This guy... This guy creeps me out.
Diamond: For possibly the first time ever, I agree with you.
Xmyles charges across the ring and drives a double axe handle onto Raziel. He lays a few boots in to Raz before dragging him across to the corner by the hair, slamming his face right into the corner turnbuckle. He spins Raz around and begins laying into him with hard right hands, beating him right down in the corner with punches and kicks, stomping away at him right in the corner of the ring. GX pulls Raziel to his feet before driving his right down to the mat with a release German Suplex before floating over and going for the cover.
ONE... TWO... Raziel kicks out!
Grimoire gets to his feet, pulling Raziel up by the hair, before driving his forearm into Raz's face several times over and whips him off the ring ropes and takes him down with a hard right hand as he comes back off those ropes. Grimoire slowly and methodically steps across to Raziel and pulls him to his feet once again but Raz counters with a jaw breaker, stumbling GX. Raziel follows up with a punch to the gut and he slides away from Xmyles and makes the tag to RJ Palmer.
Rotten: Here comes my boy RJ!!
Palmer is quick into the ring as he begins laying boots into GX as Xmyles attempts to get to his feet. Palmer shoves GX back into the corner and begins beating him down with hard right hands in the corner before pulling him out of the corner by the hair and he drives his knee right into GX's skull. Palmer now boots Xmyles in the mid-section and drives him to the mat with a Tornado DDT. Palmer goes for the cover, hooking Xmyles leg.
ONE... TWO... Xmyles gets his shoulder up!
Palmer drags Xmyles back across to the Heels On Wheels corner and tags Raziel back in. Raz quickly jumps back into the ring and begins laying in the boots to the downed GX. Raziel pulls GX up by his dyed green hair, laying into him with several hard right hands before tossing him across the ring by his hair, sending him crashing down into the canvas. Raz smirks as Grimoire writhes around on the mat in pain but Raziel doesn't seem fazed by it as he pulls Grimoire up once again and slings him hard into the corner turnbuckle, sending him plummeting down to the mat again. As the ruthless Raziel lays in to the downed GX with hard right hands on him before pulling him up once again.
Rotten: Heels on Wheels dominating!
Diamond: Yeah but for how long?
He goes to fire off with a right hand but Grimoire counters by blocking the move and fires back with a right hand of his own. He boots Raz in the gut and drops him down to the mat with a DDT before rolling across to his own corner and tagging in Lunatic. Lunatic jumps right into the ring and begins wailing on the downed Raziel as he attempts to get to his feet before whipping off the ring ropes and sending him down to the mat with a high back body drop. As Lunatic begins to build some momentum, RJ races across the ring apron and reaches out, grabbing Lunatic by the arm, and distracting him from the contest entirely. Lunatic lands a right hand on Palmer, sending him down to the concrete floor, as Raziel gets to his feet behind him and, as he turns around, Raz catches Lunatic flush in the mouth with a Superkick! He is quick to drop down to the canvas and make the cover!
ONE... TWO... Lunatic rolls his shoulder out before the three.
Raziel gets to his feet and catches Lunatic with a chop-block to the knee as he gets to his feet, taking him right down to the mat, quickly laying into him with several hard right hands, beating the crap out of Lunatic. He leaps to his feet, lifting Lunatic to his, and he drives his knee up into the mid-section and throws Lunatic back into the corner and steps back before charging in with a spear right back into the corner. Pulling Lunatic out of the corner, Raziel hooks him up and drops him to the mat with a neckbreaker in the center of the ring.
Diamond: Nice neckbreaker from Raziel.
Rotten: And Heels On Wheels pick up the victory!
Raziel goes for the cover, hooking up the far leg.
ONE... TWO... Lunatic kicks out!
Raziel looks a little ticked off as he gets to his feet and slaps Lunatic right across the face as he tries to get to his before heading across to his corner and tagging Palmer back into the action. Palmer is more than happy to get right back into the thick of things as he climbs up to the top rope before he flies off with a Moonsault attempt...
But Lunatic moves out of the way!
Diamond: Crash and burn from your "boy"!
Rotten: He cheated!! Lunatic cheated! Come on referee!
All Palmer gets is a face full of canvas as Lunatic quick realises he needs to make the tag, rolling across to Xmyles and tagging him in as GX is quick to make the cover on RJ.
ONE... TWO... Palmer shoots his shoulder up!
Xmyles doesn't even bother contemplating the near fall, quickly getting to his feet, pulling RJ up as well before setting RJ up and bringing him crashing down to the canvas with the Xmyle Breaker!!
Diamond: The Insanimaniacs are just three seconds away...
Rotten: NO! Heels aren't done!!
Xmyles rolls Palmer over and hooks his leg.
ONE... TWO... Palmer barely kicks out!
Xmyles looks a little frustrated at not being able to pick up the victory with that move but RJ Palmer is one tough S.O.B and won't go down without a fight. Grimoire pulls Palmer up to his feet and now goes to set him up for The Last Laugh but Palmer counters and slips out of it before setting him up for Fatality!! He holds the submission in, trying to get GX to tap out to his patented move.
Rotten: Come on RJ! Get that creepy clown to tap out!
Diamond: Xmyles could be in serious trouble here!!
Lunatic suddenly jumps into the ring and breaks up the Fatality attempt before pulling RJ up to his feet and calls for the end as Raziel shouts at Lunatic, distracting him for long enough to help RJ counter and catch Lunatic with a rake of the eyes which he follows up with a running knee strike, dropping Lunatic to the mat. As the referee now attempts to get the illegal man, Lunatic, out of the ring, Raziel tosses RJ Palmer one of the championship belts from ringside and...
CRACK!!
TITLE SHOT TO THE BACK OF GRIMOIRE'S SKULL!!
Diamond: God damn it, this ain't right!
Rotten: YES! A BRILLIANT MOVE BY HEELS ON WHEELS!
Diamond: You sicken me sometimes...
GX stumbles down to the canvas as RJ tosses the belt back to Raziel on the outside, ridding himself of the evidence, before lifting Xmyles up onto his shoulders for a few moments before bringing him crashing down to the canvas with The Antagonize! The referee turns around to see RJ laying Grimoire out with his finishing move as Palmer rolls Xmyles out onto his back and goes for the cover!
ONE... TWO... THREE!!
Masters: The winner of this contest, and STILL WGWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, HEELS ON WHEELS!
Diamond: They've done it again!
Rotten: Can't deny it, Palmer was snubbed with the Year End Awards, yet in the last three weeks he's successfully defended the Tag Titles twice and the Interconintnetal Championship. He's truly the Champion of Champions!
Heels on Wheels exit the ring with the Tag Titles in tow shortly followed by GX and Lunatic. Once the ring is cleared and the show is about to leave the air...
Once again, "Okay, I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't" hits on the PA and the World Champion comes out onto the stage. He has a mic in his hands, which he flips over and over as he stands on the ramp, looking around and taking in the reaction from the crowd. He chuckles smugly and walks down to the ring and as he gets in, he holds the World title belt in one hand and stares at it thoughtfully.
Kyle Shane: 14 days. In 14 days, Kyle Shane is scheduled to take on Dante Anglais at West Coast Rumble for this WGWF World Heavyweight Championship. In 14 days, the Breakout Star of 2012 will take on the Battle Lines War Games Survivor. The Talent versus The Best In The World...
He makes quote marks with his fingers.
Kyle Shane: "TM". No matter which way you put this, this is supposed to be one of the biggest challenges I've faced, not just as champion, but overall. To hell with the triple threat ladder matches, Tag Turmoils and battle royales, one match... one man, is supposed to be my defining moment, because facing Dante Anglais is, from what I've always been lead to believe, the measuring stick. The man made the XWF Top 50 list, people... somewhere near the bottom. The man has been a World Champion here, there, elsewhere... and he's ragequit more feds after questionable losses than I've ever competed in. Dante Anglais...
His face turns stony and serious.
Kyle Shane: When I think of Dante Anglais, a lot of confused and conflicted history comes up. We first met when I was a Reboot noob and Hart Champion, and he beat me, but not before I left him beaten and bloodied on the mat. He had to dig deeper than even he thought possible to get by me then, and... he SAID, afterwards, that he saw something in me. So much so that it was his idea, once he won his last XWF World Title, to give it up to me on his way out the door. Dante handed it to me via another of his famous fingerpoke of doom title switches... and left me with the storm of people saying, I never deserved what I got. I had to fight harder than ever to make my case for being World champion in his absence. I had to justify myself at every turn. Looking at this World Title belt, and seeing Dante in my rear-view mirror coming up on me at West Coast Rumble, brings that all into focus.
He looks up, directly into the camera.
Kyle Shane: So, Dante, get your ass out here. I've got something to say to you and I want you out here, to face me when I'm saying it. It's time to put our last meeting and the controversy surrounding that title win to bed.
Nothing happens. No music hits. Kyle snarls impatiently.
Diamond: Is he really calling out the number one contender tonight?
Rotten: Why is he rehashing all this dirty laundry?
Diamond: I don't like it, though. Something seems off.
Kyle Shane: Come on, Dante. Come on, "Best In The World"!! Show me what you're made of, if you're still the man who looked in my eyes when you handed me the keys to the XDub Kingdom and said I was the best choice to lead. Come on!
He waits again, daring Dante to come out. And then, "Are You Ready?" by In Case of Fire hits on the PA, and an intense looking Dante Anglais comes out. He stares daggers at Kyle, asking him if he really is taunting him. Kyle motions for him to step on down. Dante walks down, and gets face to face with the World Champion. He rips the mic out of Kyle's hand.
Dante Anglais: You certainly have grown a set of stones since we last met. Or maybe you just remember the beating I gave you in our last match differently than I do. You're delusional if you think I want anything you have to give me.
Kyle yanks the mic back from Dante, then taunts him with the World Title belt in his face.
Kyle Shane: Oh really, Dante? Because all year long, you've made it your mission to get this back, but you fell short in your last chance to get in on it. Right now, the way your record is looking, you aren't exactly setting the world on fire. You see, the tables have turned. Now I'm on top, and you're the one with the fire in your eyes, but lacking the wherewithal to get there without a push. In a way, Dante... you need me to give you back, what you once gave me in January of last year.
Dante Anglais: What are you talking about, you perennial midcard bitch?
Kyle Shane: I could give this to you, right now. I could lay down and hand you the belt, or finger poke your way to glory once again and then step aside like you did for me. It's only right, and it's the only way to even the score.
Diamond: WHAT?!
Rotten: Is he volunteering another fingerpoke of doom?
Diamond: Is he volunteering to let the title go this way?
Kyle has the most sincere look on his face. Dante is staring at him like he's crazy.
Kyle Shane: Come on, Dante. We both know that at West Coast Rumble, things are going to be different this time around. We both know that things aren't like when you were on your way to the World title and I was just Hart champion. You need this. I see the fire and passion in your eyes and the hunger to get back to the top. You are the best option to hold this company in place when I'm gone.
Dante Anglais: You really think I would fall for that?
Kyle Shane: I owe it to you.
Dante Anglais: What you "owe me", Kyle... is that in 14 days, when I come for that title, you realize that you're facing the Best In The World, and that you don't stand a chance. The sooner you get that through your arrogant head, the better.
Dante turns to leave, and then suddenly Kyle blindsides him in the side of the head with the World Title belt!! Dante drops like a stone, and Kyle shouts at the fallen opponent, screaming "I told you I was going to give it to you tonight!"
Diamond: No!!
Rotten: A damn cheap shot!
"Here, you want to be given this belt?! Here, take it!!" Kyle screams as Dante is trying to pull himself up on the ropes, and he blasts Dante again with a running shot from the belt. Dante falls back to the mat, lifeless. Kyle throws the World Title belt on the mat and makes a throat-cutting motion. He lifts Dante up, clubs him over the back viciously, and then sets him between his legs and BOOM! He drills him onto the faceplate of the title with the Mass Effect!!
Rotten: Oh Jesus, the force on that Mass Effect!
Diamond: He smashed Dante's head right into the title!
Dante Anglais is laid out on the mat, bleeding from a cut above his eyebrow, and Kyle picks up the title belt and holds it right in his face. He grabs the mic, and, seething with intensity, gets in Dante's face and snarls.
Kyle Shane: The best option to hold the belt when I'm gone... but I'm not going anywhere, Dante... 14 days. In 14 days... I am going to make it perfectly clear, to you, and to everyone, that I am your master now, and that you're the noob. And then, you'll be begging for a chance, begging for me to take it easy on you.
He gets within an inch of Dante's face, dropping his voice to a harsh whisper.
Kyle Shane: Best... in... the... world.
He drops the mic on the fallen Dante Anglais and gets up, holding the World Title belt up to a raucous reaction of hatred from the crowd as he exits the ring and walks up the ramp.
Denise: Hi guys, this is Denise Essex about to interview Roderick X and Brother Ahmad in the back after that brutal attack.
Rod’s all sweaty and looks to be in pain as Ahmad is rubbing his head.
Denise: Rod, what do you have to say about what occurred tonight?
Rod and Ahmad just look at Denise like she’s crazy.
Denise: What does this say about the black man in the WGWF.
Rod and Ahmad get an angry look on her face.
Rod: Looks like I’m gone have to go Honkey-Huntin’…and this is the last time I talk to you. Where’s Chestnut…at least he’ll call me a nigga to my face.
Camera cuts back to ring side as Rod and Ahmad walk off.
MATCH 4:
NON TITLE
ZACH RIZZA vs JOSEPH PAGE (c)
DING
DING
DING
Diamond: I’ve picked this to be one of the best one on one matches of the night. Any predictions?
Rotten: Hello? I root for bad guys. I clearly won’t be rooting for that… loser.
Diamond: I’m excited to watch it all unfold, LIVE! On Monday Night Brawl!
Rotten glares at Diamond as the two exchange an awkward look. Diamond tells Rotten to toss off by waving his limp hand at the shallowest commentator in the biz. The action turns to the ring as Page and Big Tyme finally get close enough to lock up.
Diamond: Here we go!
Page reaches up and goes for the clinch but shoots to the legs, somersaults, and hops to his feet directly behind the bigger man. He fires back with a snap kick to the jaw. Big Tyme staggers back and rubs his chin. Page follows up by running at the adjacent ropes and leaps off, throwing his legs around Big Tyme’s neck, and tosses him head over heels into the corner with a Hurrcanrana.
Joseph remains on the attack and stomps at Big Tyme briefly before lifting him off the mat. He pushes him into the ropes and catches the mammoth with a picture perfect fall away slam. Big Tyme bounces off the mat and surprisingly through the bottom rope. His body smacks against the ringside floor.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Big Tyme rolls around, clutching his back, and slowly gets back to his feet. Just as he stands upright a series of light thuds draws his gaze to the ring and he sees Page flying off the turnbuckle and flipping through the air.
Diamond: Joseph Page is not wasting time tonight. He just landed a Moonsault outside the ring on top of Big Tyme!
Page wraps the big man’s leg up and wrenches on it. Big Tyme’s shoulders fall flat to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
Diamond: KICKOUT! Page going for the quick win. Smart move.
Rotten: Not good enough.
Big Tyme rolls to the corner as Page discusses the finer points of hitting one’s hand on the mat with speed. The Bronx native holds up three fingers in front of his face and counts the off. Too much debating leaves an opening for Big Tyme to regain his composure and find his ring legs again. He stands up as Page turns back to see the big man glaring at him.
Diamond: Here we go!
Rotten: Really?
Big Tyme: RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
Rizza runs in place as he charges up a solid head of steam. He lowers his head and sprints at Page, who is quick to drop to his stomach as he connects with a drop toe hold. Big Tyme’s head bounces off the turnbuckle and then backward against the ring. Joseph stays on the attack as he jumps onto the top rope and leaps off.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Rotten: Damnit!
Big Tyme catches the small man in mid air and then grins just before he jerks back and sends him flying with a body toss. Joseph’s body rolls clear across the ring. Big Tyme dusts off his hands, which are not dusty, and then gives the youngsters a thumbs up. Page is already on his feet and rolls his eyes as he charges the big man.
Diamond: Page keeps on it…
Big Tyme lunges forward, surprising Page with a devastating clothesline. Both men fall; Page because he’s seeing stars and Big Tyme because he put all of his weight and might into it.
Diamond: Huge clothesline by Big Tyme! Both men showing their offense and defense early in this match.
Rotten: I wish they’d show some class… and leave!
Diamond: This could be a good look at two of the favorites of the West Coast Rumble, Rotten.
Rotten: Two contestants, Diamond. Remember… the rest of the field is stacked. These two don’t stand a chance.
Amongst the back and forth at the commentary table, Big Tyme has Joseph Page on his feet and his arms wrapped around his head. He quickly jerks Page into the air in a gorilla press. The fans begin to cheer for a big move just as Page wiggles free. He drops down behind Big Tyme who turns in unison with Page.
Rotten: Big elbow! Is Big Tyme bleeding?!!
Big Tyme reaches up and notices his eyebrow is split open and blood now stains his fingers. Some of the crimson life juice even sticks to Page’s elbow. Big Tyme’s brow furrows and he charges Page with a fire in his movement. His hands wrap around Page’s neck. He lifts him up and slams his back against the mat with a chokeslam.
Diamond: That might have been a bad idea, like running when a bear sees you.
Rotten: I usually just shoot the bear.
Diamond: Real nice, Rotten.
Page clutches at his back as Rizza remains in motion, grabbing Page by his hair, and then sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. On his way back Page leaps into the air and drops an elbow onto Big Tyme but the impact is harmless to the big man. He launches Page into the air, flipping, and landing onto his back, yet again.
Diamond: Zach Rizza looks like a man possessed!
With more furious footsteps Big Tyme moves toward his prey. Page tries to help himself up by grabbing hold of the top rope but before his legs can lock out he’s yanked off the ground and into the gorilla press once again. Big Tyme is quick to drop Page onto his shoulder and slam him down with a shoulder buster.
Diamond: Big Tyme has a lot of momentum here.
Rotten: Whatever, whoever… just finish this already!
Page rolls around for a few moments as Big Tyme plays the crowd a bit more. The big man flexes to the fans and then reposes before he notices a blur of black boot come his way. Joseph Page returns to the ground after a thunderous roundhouse nearly knocks Big Tyme’s nose off his face.
Diamond: Page’s roundhouse really rocked the big man.
Joseph takes a second to analyze Big Tyme’s posture. The big shoulders slump forward, then roll to the left, and then roll backwards before he stagger steps and nearly keels over. Page darts off the ropes and flies off of his feet and wraps his arm around Big Tyme’s neck, driving his head into the mat with a Swinging DDT. Page hops to his feet, once again off the ropes within seconds, and then leaps into the air and lands belly to belly with Big Tyme.
Diamond: Impressive Springboard splash by Page!
The reigning TV Champ leaps back to his feet and pounds the mat with his palms, gesturing for Big Tyme for get up. The big man shakes the cobwebs loose and slowly climbs to his feet. Page and Rizza lock eyes once again. Big Tyme snarls and rushes at the small man, swings his arm back, and sweeps it forward with a clothesline.
Rotten: Missed again, Big Tyme!
Page ducks the heavy arm, continues ahead into the ropes, and springs back in time to catch Rizza with his trademark spear…
Rotten: Whoooaaa!!
.. only that Rizza was ready for it and put his boot out, catching Page right in the skull coming in. With Page down, Rizza picks up Page by the head and sets him for the Rizzatude Adjustment. But before he could lift Page.. Rizza is nailed from behind… by a small red ball.
Then a yellow one…
… and then a blue one.
It more of an annoyance then actual pain, and Rizza is very annoyed. He drops Page and turns around and is nailed right in the forehead with a ball by a smiling Paul Frost. Rizza is pissed and he wants to go outside to strangle Frost, but the referee stands inbetween and he isn’t budging. Rizza calms himself down a bit and turns back to the task at hand.
Problem is, the task at hand is now back on his feet and charging towards Rizza.
He catches Rizza and drives him down with the Cutthroat.
Diamond: This could be it, Rotten…
Page hooks the leg.
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING
DING
DING
Clark Masters: AND YOUR WINNEERRRRR…
"Say This Sooner" cues up and crashes over the airwaves as Clark pauses to find room to speak.
Masters: the WGWF WORLD TEE-VEE CHAMPION.. JOSEPH PAGE!!!
Diamond: Paul Frost just cost Rizza this contest!
Joseph Page rolls out to the floor before screaming out at the camera.
Joseph Page: TOMOKO!
He then blows a kiss into the camera before winking.
Joseph Page- "I'd so tap that."
Meanwhile Paul Frost slides into the ring where he waits as Rizza is shown pushing himself to his feet only to be on the receiving end of a FROST BITE!
Rotten: Rizza just felt the bite!
The crowd boo's as Frost stands over Rizza looking down with a blank stare.
WEST COAST RUMBLE JUST GOT RAZIELED.
The door to Nick Ryan's office is seen wide open, but for once, it's meant to be as a sign is placed on it with an arrow pointing inside, the sign reading "WCR Sign-Ups." Various superstars are seen leaving the office, and after they leave, Raziel approaches the door, looking tired and disheveled as he glances at the sign. Scoffing, he shakes his head and scratches at his unkempt beard before starting to continue on.
Before he gets too far, Nick Ryan emerges from his office and peeks down the hall.
Nick Ryan: Sign-ups are in here Raz!
Raziel pauses, scratching his chin again and smile as he turns around.
Raziel: I saw the sign, Nick. Didn't know you were THAT desperate to get visitors.
Nick Ryan: And you were just going to waltz on by?
Raziel: Wouldn't really call this waltzing...more like walking gingerly...
The Heel of Heels looks Nick up and down before grinning and turning his back once more.
Nick Ryan: So you are telling me that the Heel of the Year isn't going to sign up? Wouldn't that make your awards speech about getting back to the top a joke?
Raziel stops dead in his tracks, his fingers dancing at his side, eager to make a fist. But he resists, only turning his head slightly and readjusting his Tag Title on his shoulder.
Raziel: The only joke in this hall is you, Nick. As for the Rumble...I'll get back to you on that when I FEEL like it...
And with that said, Raz continues down the hall, leaving Nick to merely shake his head and return to his office.
TERRY FUCKING BORDEN.
The roof of the MGM Grand explodes!!
Rotten: NO!
Diamond: WHAT AN OVATION!!
Borden makes his way out to the top of the ramp causing the crowd to explode louder! Borden places his hands on his hips as fireworks explode at the top of the ramp. Terry starts making his way towards the ring. He makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron before entering the ring. Borden walks across the ring where he's handed the microphone by Donald Masters. The music fades away leaving a solid chant of BORDEN, BORDEN, BORDEN echoing throughout the arena! Terry raises the microphone before addressing the AMERICANMANIACS!
Terry Borden- "Let me go on record by saying that this years West Coast Rumble is going to feel the wrath of AMERICANMANIA, BROTHER!"
Diamond: Borden's just enetered the Rumble!
Terry Borden- "I'm going to enter into the Rumble, and by god I'm going to WIN IT! DUDES!"
Another massive pop can be heard as Borden continues.
Terry Borden- "But before I get to the West Coast Rumble, BROTHER, I feel like I need to address one Jimmy King."
The crowd roars with boo's at the mention of King's name.
Terry Borden- "You issued a challenge to me, BROTHER, and I would have answered it, DUDE, but you screwed up by throwing my good friend "Naitch" into this thing, BROTHER! You want me?!?!?! YOU GOT ME! NEXT WEEK! WHATCH GUNNA DO WHEN ME AND ALL MY AMERICANMANIACS RULE YOU!"
Borden throws down the microphone to a rockstar like ovation as he exits the ring.
Rotten: Dear God... next week, Jimmy King vs Terry Borden.
Diamond: Going to be a 5 star classic!
PRE-TAPED w/ HEELS ON WHEELS and STEVE JASON.
Much like last week, a pre-recorded video of a gym begins to play on the 'tron. We see a ring set up, not the best or sturdiest looking ring, but a ring nonetheless. Inside we see the new WGWF training coach, Steve Jason, with a younger man who's wearing sweat pants, showing him some new moves.
The younger man, has very short black hair, a six-pack, and looks much like a male model.
SJ: Ok, so now what you want to do is...
He's interrupted as the Tag Team Champions walk in the gym for the second week in a row.
Raziel: Look at what we have here, R.J.
Raziel looks at R.J. Palmer, who's holding a large, old-school boom-box.
Raziel: Steve Jason actually doing something productive with his career; Training the younger generation of wrestlers.
RJ: Actually, Justin, I think he's training for his upcoming match against James Raven. I mean, what could this young chap learn from a hack like Stevie Wonder over there?
Steve walks to the edge of the ring and leans over the ropes, unimpressed that Heels on Wheels have yet again come to interrupt him at his new job.
SJ: Listen guys, I don't have time for your shenanigans. I have a kid here who really wants to learn the tools of the trade, and I'm sure he doesn't want you two coming in here and ruining it for him.
Palmer leans to the side to look past Steve, and at the guy in the ring. He then taps Raziel on the shoulder and whispers something into his ear. Raziel nods, acting like he's listening to this important message, then he looks at RJ in slight disgust, then continues to listen to the rest of what he has to say.
Raziel: So, uhh, Steve. Where'd you find this guy, anyway?
Raz tries to shake the thought of what he just heard away.
SJ: The federation picks guys for me to train, you know, because I am the new coach.
Raziel: Well, RJ here says he knows that guy. In fact, I would like to know how you know him, RJ?
Both Raziel and Steve look at RJ, who's left stunned and wide-eyed. He rubs the back of his head and looks away from Raziel, who then physically turns RJ back around the look at him.
RJ: Alright! It was an accident! His ad said his name was Jezebel Jesse! How was I suppose to know Jesse is a mans name as well!? And I had already paid the deposit, so what was I suppose to do!?
RJ bites down on his knuckles and turns away in shame, while Raziel looks grossed out.
Raziel: That's fucked up, man. But, Steve, that guy in the ring, is a well known male stripper in this area of Vegas, and RJ told me, that he likes to... Pump up the jams.
As if on cue, RJ hits play on the boom-box.
Pump Up The Jam by Technotronic blasts through the speakers, and echoes around this seemingly empty gym. The camera pans over to the young man in the ring, who rips off his sweat pants like a professional, leaving only a banana hammock, that leaves very little to the imagination, and begins to prance around Steve, pumping his fists in the air, and trying to grind him.
Raziel and RJ are laughing their asses off, as Steve desperately tries to escape the jiving crotch of this stripper, but he's too quick, that wherever Steve tries to go, he cuts him off and thrusts in front of him.
Clearly a set up by the reigning champions all along, RJ drops to the floor from the laughter over his plan coming together better than he thought it would, as we're left with a shot over the shoulders of the champions, looking into the ring where Steve is still trying to push this man away from him.
CO-MAIN EVENT:
TAG TEAM ELIMINATION MATCH
THE TALENT: KYLE SHANE and BILL BLAKK vs KENNY RADICAL and DRAKE MASTERS
DING...DING...DING....
The crowd roars Bill Blakk and Kenny Radical start things off for their respective teams. They lock up center ring, each man jockeying for position before Blakk rakes Radical across the eyes to loud boo's from the crowd. Bill follows up with hard right hands as he's admonished by the referee. Radical is fired across the ring, he bounces off the ropes as Blakk drops his head looking for a back body drop but he finds a swinging neckbreaker from Radical instead! The crowd cheers as Kenny reaches his feet. Radical begins stomping away at Blakk before picking Blakk up off the mat, he twists the arm of Bill before walking back to his corner where the rookie Drake Masters tags into the contest. Drake climbs to the top rope before coming off with a double axe handle across the twisted arm and shoulder of Blakk to a pop from the crowd. Masters takes Bill over with a snapmare before driving a stiff kick across the shoulder blades.
Diamond: Drake Masters and Kenny Radical are holding their own in the opening moments of this contest.
Rotten: Key word, opening moments.
Drake picks Blakk up off the mat before smashing him with a hard right hand, followed by a second before shooting Blakk into a neutral corner. Masters charges into the corner after Blakk looking for a diving shoulder block, Blakk side steps Masters sending Masters right shoulder first into the ring post! Blakk comes out from the corner before pulling Masters out to the center of the ring where he drives him into the mat with a Side Walk Slam before executing the cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... THR
Masters kicks out to a pop from the crowd. Blakk reaches his feet where he picks up Masters before hurling him into the corner housing Kyle Shane. Blakk lays several boots to the stomach of Masters before tagging in the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion! The crowd roars with boo's as Shane enters the ring before lacing Masters across the chest with a knife edge chop which echo's throughout the building. Shane brings Masters out of the corner before scooping Drake up and slamming him to the mat. Shane bounces off the ropes before looking to delivering a elbow drop which Masters rolls out of the way of! Masters and Shane are quickly to their feet with Shane looking for a running clothesline which Masters ducks, Shane bounces off the ropes before being met with a snap over Power Slam! Masters executes the cover hooking the nearest leg of the Champion!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... TH
Shane kicks out! Masters reaches his feet where picks Shane up off the mat only to eat a jaw breaker by the World Heavyweight Champion.
Diamond: Masters looks good thus far until now.
Kyle backs Masters up into ropes before shooting him across the ring, Masters bounces off the ropes where Raidcal makes the blind tag, Masters ducks a clothesline leaving the door open for Radical to deliver a sling shot shoulder block to Shane! Radical quickly makes the cover on Kyle hooking the nearest leg.
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... THR
Kyle kicks out to a gasp from the crowd. Masters exits the ring as Radical takes over on Kyle with boots to the chest and body before picking Shane up off the mat where he shoots him towards the ropes, Kyle reverses and it's Radical that's sent into the ropes where he's met by a knee to the back by Bill Blakk which sends him staggering forward into a Superkick by Shane!
Rotten: The Champ nailed him with that one!
Shane makes his way to the corner where Bill Blakk is tagged back into the contest to loud boo's from the crowd. Blakk drops down choking the life out of Kenny Radical which forces the referee to lay the count to him.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
"FIV"
Blakk releases the choke before getting himself disqualified. The crowd roars with boo's as Blakk reaches his feet before turning his attention towards Masters where he spits at him garnering even more boo's from the crowd. Masters enters the ring where he's quickly cut off by the referee. With the referee distracted Blakk drops back down where he continues choking Radical! Finally Masters gets back out on to the ring apron and when the referee turns back around he see's Blakk choking Radical once again!
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
"FIV"
Blakk releases the choke hold before getting to a vertical base where he's admonished by the referee. Blakk comes forward looking to pick Radical up off the mat only to be met with an Inside Cradle by Radical!
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... THRE
Blakk kicks out at the final second to a huge gasp from the crowd. Blakk beats Radical to his feet where he looks for a running clothesline, Radical ducks sending Blakk bouncing off the ropes and into a boot to the midsection by Radical! The crowd roars as Kenny sets Blakk up for the Radical Ride! Blakk counters with a back body drop! Bill manages to deliver the FADE TO BLAKK as Kenny looks to get to his feet! Bill executes the cover.
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THREE!!
MASTERS: KENNY RADICAL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED.
Rotten: Things just got bad for Mr. Masters.
Kenny rolls out to the floor as Drake Masters enters the ring. Bill Blakk and Kyle Shane laugh as they know that the ball is firmly in their court.
Diamond: Drake Masters is going to have to defy the odds if he's going to leave here tonight with a victory.
Masters and Blakk circle each other in the ring, with Masters back to Shane we see Kyle enter the ring blasting Masters in the back of the neck causing him to stagger forward and into a stiff clothesline from by Bill Blakk! Blakk makes the cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO.... THRE
Masters kicks out to a huge pop from the crowd. Blakk reaches his feet before violently stomping away at Masters. Bill tags Kyle back into the contest and Shane quickly scales the turnbuckles. Standing on the top turnbuckle he waits as Masters begins to work his way to his feet. Once Masters reaches his feet Shane comes off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick! Kyle quickly makes the cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO.... THRE
Masters kicks out to another massive ovation from the crowd. Kyle reaches a vertical base before picking Masters up off the mat. He levels him with a hard European Uppercut knocking him back into a neutral corner. Shane comes forward stepping up to the middle rope before hammering away with right hands to the temple of Masters! The referee starts laying the count to Kyle but suddenly as Shane looks for his sixth right hand Masters comes out of the corner dropping Kyle face first across the top turnbuckle!
Diamond: There's life left in Drake Masters!
The crowd really starts getting behind Masters as he pushes himself to his feet before making his way towards Kyle where he reaches down picking Shane up off the mat before delivering a Side Russian Leg Sweep! The crowd pops as Masters starts pushing himself up off the mat. Once to a vertical base the fans are solidly behind Masters as he meets Shane with a right hand as he reaches his feet! Masters lands a second right hand followed by a third which backs Shane against the ropes. Masters sends Shane across the ring with an Irish Whip, Shane bounces off the ropes and into a Spinbuster! The crowd roars as Masters reaches his feet where he signals for the T.R.D!!
Rotten: This can't be!
Bill Blakk hops down to the floor where he throws the time keeper from his chair! Blakk takes the chair before diving into the ring. The comotion from the crowd causes Masters to spin around where Bill Blakk blasts him in the face with a vicious and violent chairshot which busts Masters wide open!
MASTERS: BILL BLAKK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED VIA DISQUALIFICATION.
Diamond: Blakk just made this a one on one, but I think he's knocked Masters out cold!
Kyle Shane siezes the moment and manages to crawl into the cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO.... THREE
DING... DING... DING.
MASTERS: THE WINNER AND SURVIVOR OF THE ELIMINATION CONTEST... KYLE SHANE!
Diamond: .. and the Talent have just stolen another one!
HIGH LIMITS LOUNGE
FEATURING: CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY
The ring is quickly cleared and a red carpet is rolled across the squared circle. The crowd comes a live as the High Limits Lounge Set enters the ring. Suddenly "Mr. Blue Sky" by ELO hits the speakers to a thunderous ovation from the home town crowd.
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome VEGAS!
Vegas struts out to the top of the ramp dressed to the nines. The crowd roars as Vegas starts making his way to the ring. Once ringside he takes a microphone from the ring attendent before making his way into the ring. The music fades leaving the crowd roaring.
VEGAS- "What's up SIN CITY!"
The crowd roars as Vegas continues.
VEGAS- "Let's not waste precious time because I have A LOT I want to ask my guest tonight, especially after how we left Brawl last Monday Night. So ladies and gentleman, at this time I'd like to introduce the man who is personally responsible for it all... Christian Connolly.
“One Light” by 3 Doors Down
From behind the curtain, a wrestling legend emerges, sneering buoys in an ocean of love & hatred. He stands on the stage like a campaigning politician, grinning, pointing at the fans, his refined ears hearing a whistle in every hiss and filtering every chastising boo as an uplifting "whoooooooooooooooooo!" Behind him on the WGWF*Tron, a clip of the beating the outsiders delivering to Nick Ryan, highlighting the dread, then the realization, the surprise, the panic, and finally, the senselessness.
He swaggers down to ringside, like the days when he was a World champion.
Rotten is on his feet, clapping his hands above his head, which he’s shaking in reverent disbelief.
Diamond: Will you sit down!?
Standing at the ring, Connolly hops onto the apron, showing a spring in his legs, no one thought would be seen again. He climbs in and immediately begins to circle the ring, surveying the crowd without really looking, condescending without saying a word.
Amidst the chaos comes a familiar sight: C2 plucking a microphone from his breast pocket. Obediently the music cuts, but the crowd is not so accommodating.
Vegas: Thank you for com-
Connolly: With all due respect.. I don’t need this. I don’t need to be part of this flamboyant dog & pony show that I’m being forced to take part in. So, all I need from you is that stand there and shut.. up.
He doesn’t shout or raise his voice, but the words slice through the din, silencing it.
Connolly: See all of this here, is part of the reason why last week happened. Why Nick Ryan and Bill Blakk were the firsts, but surely, they won’t be the last.
C2 nods in affirmation and gives a wink towards backstage.
Connolly: You see for over a year now, I’ve worked backstage and been the good company man. I’ve done everything I could to help this company grow to where it is today. It was me who actually made the TV title worth a damn and got a world class superstar like Raziel to lower himself to even compete for the title. Oh, I was told that I could have anyone on the roster, but none of them wanted to.
I was the one who sacrificed his well being by coming out of retirement to face my friend for nothing more than because Chris Page needed more PPV buyrates. And as I was getting my legs broken, the only people who dared help me.. were the fans?!
The fucking fans.
Connolly chuckles to himself.
Connolly: But alas, I came back to work. To help this company. I wheeled my ass around in that degrading wheelchair, all the while doing what was needed. And then I find out that the WGWF had signed a working agreement with the XWF. The same XWF that ran Chris Page off all those years ago. The same XWF that pretty much erased my existence. The same XWF that continuously hires a racist, bitchass punk to work for them and allows him to run rampant, then points the finger at everyone else when they complain, like everyone else is the problem.
He wants to work with them, instead of just coming to me, as I have a host of superstars on speed dial I could’ve brought in and it would’ve been more exciting than anything the XWF could off offered.
I’ve been vilified for past transgressions that I’ve done nothing but apologize for. I’ve been disrespected by bitter ex-champions who because of their ego, can’t handle the fact that they actually could lose a match. I got primadonnas running rampant backstage who cry cause they actually have to put someone other than themselves over.
And frankly… I’m tired.
I’m tired of dealing with it.
So last week, I made a call to some friends, and I decided to make a statement. I decided to show this company what real.. favortism, is all about. See, that seems to be the new thing to bitch about these days… favoritism. Well, Nick Ryan is the biggest example of favortism in this company. He walks around here like he actually has some pull in this company, when he’s nothing more than a figurehead. He has NO POWER. He’s General Manager in name only. The only power he has is whatever power the writers script him to have. He’s nothing more than the Jack Tunney of the WGWF.
But everything goes right back to Chris Page. And I know he’ll hear about this because he’s too busy on his knees, sucking off James Raven and T-Money so they can appear at Wrestle Wars, so once again Chris Page can get another run in the spotlight, ahead of wrestlers that actually deserve it.
Page, you're nothing more than a whore. You treat this company as a cheap slut, and it's no wonder why people would rather go to PDW or better yet to the new federation bankrolled by Tomoko. Like me, they're tired of your bullshit. Ain't that why Jocelyn Camden ain't around anymore.
And I'm sure you'll dismiss everything I'm saying, but what you won't dismiss is what continues to happen until you decide to face me like a man.
Suddenly we see HAWAIAN HARDHEAD leading a troop of talent from the crowd! There's four who dive into the ring and begin assaulting Vegas! The four on one assault rages on as Connolly is shown with a sick smile across his face...
The crowd roars as TERRY BORDEN, KENNY RADICAL, and DRAKE MASTERS emerge from the lock room with steel chairs! They hit the ring forcing Connolly and company to abandon ship and escape through the crowd... but the damage has been done.
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL MAIN EVENT
WGWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
INSANIMANIACS: GX and LUNATIC vs HEELS ON WHEELS (c): R.J. PALMER and RAZIEL
RJ Palmer & Raziel Vs Grimoire Xmyles & Lunatic
Raziel starts this match off for Heels on Wheels while Lunatic is set to kick things off for the Insanimaniacs. Raziel smirks as he gets the opportunity to tee off with the most opinionated human being to have ever lived (ever) and man who won't shut up (ever... EVER!) in Lunatic. As the two slowly circle the ring, they begin to approach each other and go to look up but Raz, ever the veteran, throws a finger poke in Lunatic's direction, catching him right in the eye and stumbling him. Raz spears Lunatic back into the Heels corner and uses his shoulder as a battering ram, charging right into Lunatic's mid-section and beating him down as the referee admonishes him for beating down on his opponent while he's in the ropes. Raziel has a few choice words for the referee before flying off on Lunatic with a huge right hand that sends him falling out of the corner again. As Lunatic tries to get away from the beating, Raziel blasts him with a second right hand, sending him leaning right back against the ring ropes before he lines him up and fires off on him with a huge chop. Lunatic clutches his chest, really feeling the pain from that very loud chop before Raziel attempts to whip Lunatic off the ropes but he counters and Raziel bounces off the ropes right into a big clothesline. Lunatic pulls Raziel up by the hair and fires back at him with several hard right hands before tossing him across to his own corner and tagging in Grimoire.
Rotten: This guy... This guy creeps me out.
Diamond: For possibly the first time ever, I agree with you.
Xmyles charges across the ring and drives a double axe handle onto Raziel. He lays a few boots in to Raz before dragging him across to the corner by the hair, slamming his face right into the corner turnbuckle. He spins Raz around and begins laying into him with hard right hands, beating him right down in the corner with punches and kicks, stomping away at him right in the corner of the ring. GX pulls Raziel to his feet before driving his right down to the mat with a release German Suplex before floating over and going for the cover.
ONE... TWO... Raziel kicks out!
Grimoire gets to his feet, pulling Raziel up by the hair, before driving his forearm into Raz's face several times over and whips him off the ring ropes and takes him down with a hard right hand as he comes back off those ropes. Grimoire slowly and methodically steps across to Raziel and pulls him to his feet once again but Raz counters with a jaw breaker, stumbling GX. Raziel follows up with a punch to the gut and he slides away from Xmyles and makes the tag to RJ Palmer.
Rotten: Here comes my boy RJ!!
Palmer is quick into the ring as he begins laying boots into GX as Xmyles attempts to get to his feet. Palmer shoves GX back into the corner and begins beating him down with hard right hands in the corner before pulling him out of the corner by the hair and he drives his knee right into GX's skull. Palmer now boots Xmyles in the mid-section and drives him to the mat with a Tornado DDT. Palmer goes for the cover, hooking Xmyles leg.
ONE... TWO... Xmyles gets his shoulder up!
Palmer drags Xmyles back across to the Heels On Wheels corner and tags Raziel back in. Raz quickly jumps back into the ring and begins laying in the boots to the downed GX. Raziel pulls GX up by his dyed green hair, laying into him with several hard right hands before tossing him across the ring by his hair, sending him crashing down into the canvas. Raz smirks as Grimoire writhes around on the mat in pain but Raziel doesn't seem fazed by it as he pulls Grimoire up once again and slings him hard into the corner turnbuckle, sending him plummeting down to the mat again. As the ruthless Raziel lays in to the downed GX with hard right hands on him before pulling him up once again.
Rotten: Heels on Wheels dominating!
Diamond: Yeah but for how long?
He goes to fire off with a right hand but Grimoire counters by blocking the move and fires back with a right hand of his own. He boots Raz in the gut and drops him down to the mat with a DDT before rolling across to his own corner and tagging in Lunatic. Lunatic jumps right into the ring and begins wailing on the downed Raziel as he attempts to get to his feet before whipping off the ring ropes and sending him down to the mat with a high back body drop. As Lunatic begins to build some momentum, RJ races across the ring apron and reaches out, grabbing Lunatic by the arm, and distracting him from the contest entirely. Lunatic lands a right hand on Palmer, sending him down to the concrete floor, as Raziel gets to his feet behind him and, as he turns around, Raz catches Lunatic flush in the mouth with a Superkick! He is quick to drop down to the canvas and make the cover!
ONE... TWO... Lunatic rolls his shoulder out before the three.
Raziel gets to his feet and catches Lunatic with a chop-block to the knee as he gets to his feet, taking him right down to the mat, quickly laying into him with several hard right hands, beating the crap out of Lunatic. He leaps to his feet, lifting Lunatic to his, and he drives his knee up into the mid-section and throws Lunatic back into the corner and steps back before charging in with a spear right back into the corner. Pulling Lunatic out of the corner, Raziel hooks him up and drops him to the mat with a neckbreaker in the center of the ring.
Diamond: Nice neckbreaker from Raziel.
Rotten: And Heels On Wheels pick up the victory!
Raziel goes for the cover, hooking up the far leg.
ONE... TWO... Lunatic kicks out!
Raziel looks a little ticked off as he gets to his feet and slaps Lunatic right across the face as he tries to get to his before heading across to his corner and tagging Palmer back into the action. Palmer is more than happy to get right back into the thick of things as he climbs up to the top rope before he flies off with a Moonsault attempt...
But Lunatic moves out of the way!
Diamond: Crash and burn from your "boy"!
Rotten: He cheated!! Lunatic cheated! Come on referee!
All Palmer gets is a face full of canvas as Lunatic quick realises he needs to make the tag, rolling across to Xmyles and tagging him in as GX is quick to make the cover on RJ.
ONE... TWO... Palmer shoots his shoulder up!
Xmyles doesn't even bother contemplating the near fall, quickly getting to his feet, pulling RJ up as well before setting RJ up and bringing him crashing down to the canvas with the Xmyle Breaker!!
Diamond: The Insanimaniacs are just three seconds away...
Rotten: NO! Heels aren't done!!
Xmyles rolls Palmer over and hooks his leg.
ONE... TWO... Palmer barely kicks out!
Xmyles looks a little frustrated at not being able to pick up the victory with that move but RJ Palmer is one tough S.O.B and won't go down without a fight. Grimoire pulls Palmer up to his feet and now goes to set him up for The Last Laugh but Palmer counters and slips out of it before setting him up for Fatality!! He holds the submission in, trying to get GX to tap out to his patented move.
Rotten: Come on RJ! Get that creepy clown to tap out!
Diamond: Xmyles could be in serious trouble here!!
Lunatic suddenly jumps into the ring and breaks up the Fatality attempt before pulling RJ up to his feet and calls for the end as Raziel shouts at Lunatic, distracting him for long enough to help RJ counter and catch Lunatic with a rake of the eyes which he follows up with a running knee strike, dropping Lunatic to the mat. As the referee now attempts to get the illegal man, Lunatic, out of the ring, Raziel tosses RJ Palmer one of the championship belts from ringside and...
CRACK!!
TITLE SHOT TO THE BACK OF GRIMOIRE'S SKULL!!
Diamond: God damn it, this ain't right!
Rotten: YES! A BRILLIANT MOVE BY HEELS ON WHEELS!
Diamond: You sicken me sometimes...
GX stumbles down to the canvas as RJ tosses the belt back to Raziel on the outside, ridding himself of the evidence, before lifting Xmyles up onto his shoulders for a few moments before bringing him crashing down to the canvas with The Antagonize! The referee turns around to see RJ laying Grimoire out with his finishing move as Palmer rolls Xmyles out onto his back and goes for the cover!
ONE... TWO... THREE!!
Masters: The winner of this contest, and STILL WGWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, HEELS ON WHEELS!
Diamond: They've done it again!
Rotten: Can't deny it, Palmer was snubbed with the Year End Awards, yet in the last three weeks he's successfully defended the Tag Titles twice and the Interconintnetal Championship. He's truly the Champion of Champions!
Heels on Wheels exit the ring with the Tag Titles in tow shortly followed by GX and Lunatic. Once the ring is cleared and the show is about to leave the air...
Once again, "Okay, I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't" hits on the PA and the World Champion comes out onto the stage. He has a mic in his hands, which he flips over and over as he stands on the ramp, looking around and taking in the reaction from the crowd. He chuckles smugly and walks down to the ring and as he gets in, he holds the World title belt in one hand and stares at it thoughtfully.
Kyle Shane: 14 days. In 14 days, Kyle Shane is scheduled to take on Dante Anglais at West Coast Rumble for this WGWF World Heavyweight Championship. In 14 days, the Breakout Star of 2012 will take on the Battle Lines War Games Survivor. The Talent versus The Best In The World...
He makes quote marks with his fingers.
Kyle Shane: "TM". No matter which way you put this, this is supposed to be one of the biggest challenges I've faced, not just as champion, but overall. To hell with the triple threat ladder matches, Tag Turmoils and battle royales, one match... one man, is supposed to be my defining moment, because facing Dante Anglais is, from what I've always been lead to believe, the measuring stick. The man made the XWF Top 50 list, people... somewhere near the bottom. The man has been a World Champion here, there, elsewhere... and he's ragequit more feds after questionable losses than I've ever competed in. Dante Anglais...
His face turns stony and serious.
Kyle Shane: When I think of Dante Anglais, a lot of confused and conflicted history comes up. We first met when I was a Reboot noob and Hart Champion, and he beat me, but not before I left him beaten and bloodied on the mat. He had to dig deeper than even he thought possible to get by me then, and... he SAID, afterwards, that he saw something in me. So much so that it was his idea, once he won his last XWF World Title, to give it up to me on his way out the door. Dante handed it to me via another of his famous fingerpoke of doom title switches... and left me with the storm of people saying, I never deserved what I got. I had to fight harder than ever to make my case for being World champion in his absence. I had to justify myself at every turn. Looking at this World Title belt, and seeing Dante in my rear-view mirror coming up on me at West Coast Rumble, brings that all into focus.
He looks up, directly into the camera.
Kyle Shane: So, Dante, get your ass out here. I've got something to say to you and I want you out here, to face me when I'm saying it. It's time to put our last meeting and the controversy surrounding that title win to bed.
Nothing happens. No music hits. Kyle snarls impatiently.
Diamond: Is he really calling out the number one contender tonight?
Rotten: Why is he rehashing all this dirty laundry?
Diamond: I don't like it, though. Something seems off.
Kyle Shane: Come on, Dante. Come on, "Best In The World"!! Show me what you're made of, if you're still the man who looked in my eyes when you handed me the keys to the XDub Kingdom and said I was the best choice to lead. Come on!
He waits again, daring Dante to come out. And then, "Are You Ready?" by In Case of Fire hits on the PA, and an intense looking Dante Anglais comes out. He stares daggers at Kyle, asking him if he really is taunting him. Kyle motions for him to step on down. Dante walks down, and gets face to face with the World Champion. He rips the mic out of Kyle's hand.
Dante Anglais: You certainly have grown a set of stones since we last met. Or maybe you just remember the beating I gave you in our last match differently than I do. You're delusional if you think I want anything you have to give me.
Kyle yanks the mic back from Dante, then taunts him with the World Title belt in his face.
Kyle Shane: Oh really, Dante? Because all year long, you've made it your mission to get this back, but you fell short in your last chance to get in on it. Right now, the way your record is looking, you aren't exactly setting the world on fire. You see, the tables have turned. Now I'm on top, and you're the one with the fire in your eyes, but lacking the wherewithal to get there without a push. In a way, Dante... you need me to give you back, what you once gave me in January of last year.
Dante Anglais: What are you talking about, you perennial midcard bitch?
Kyle Shane: I could give this to you, right now. I could lay down and hand you the belt, or finger poke your way to glory once again and then step aside like you did for me. It's only right, and it's the only way to even the score.
Diamond: WHAT?!
Rotten: Is he volunteering another fingerpoke of doom?
Diamond: Is he volunteering to let the title go this way?
Kyle has the most sincere look on his face. Dante is staring at him like he's crazy.
Kyle Shane: Come on, Dante. We both know that at West Coast Rumble, things are going to be different this time around. We both know that things aren't like when you were on your way to the World title and I was just Hart champion. You need this. I see the fire and passion in your eyes and the hunger to get back to the top. You are the best option to hold this company in place when I'm gone.
Dante Anglais: You really think I would fall for that?
Kyle Shane: I owe it to you.
Dante Anglais: What you "owe me", Kyle... is that in 14 days, when I come for that title, you realize that you're facing the Best In The World, and that you don't stand a chance. The sooner you get that through your arrogant head, the better.
Dante turns to leave, and then suddenly Kyle blindsides him in the side of the head with the World Title belt!! Dante drops like a stone, and Kyle shouts at the fallen opponent, screaming "I told you I was going to give it to you tonight!"
Diamond: No!!
Rotten: A damn cheap shot!
"Here, you want to be given this belt?! Here, take it!!" Kyle screams as Dante is trying to pull himself up on the ropes, and he blasts Dante again with a running shot from the belt. Dante falls back to the mat, lifeless. Kyle throws the World Title belt on the mat and makes a throat-cutting motion. He lifts Dante up, clubs him over the back viciously, and then sets him between his legs and BOOM! He drills him onto the faceplate of the title with the Mass Effect!!
Rotten: Oh Jesus, the force on that Mass Effect!
Diamond: He smashed Dante's head right into the title!
Dante Anglais is laid out on the mat, bleeding from a cut above his eyebrow, and Kyle picks up the title belt and holds it right in his face. He grabs the mic, and, seething with intensity, gets in Dante's face and snarls.
Kyle Shane: The best option to hold the belt when I'm gone... but I'm not going anywhere, Dante... 14 days. In 14 days... I am going to make it perfectly clear, to you, and to everyone, that I am your master now, and that you're the noob. And then, you'll be begging for a chance, begging for me to take it easy on you.
He gets within an inch of Dante's face, dropping his voice to a harsh whisper.
Kyle Shane: Best... in... the... world.
He drops the mic on the fallen Dante Anglais and gets up, holding the World Title belt up to a raucous reaction of hatred from the crowd as he exits the ring and walks up the ramp.