Post by M.D.K. on Sept 18, 2017 19:40:09 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENTS
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
"ROAD TO CAGED IN"
9.18.17
ALLSTATE ARENA
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
"ROAD TO CAGED IN"
9.18.17
ALLSTATE ARENA
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS
Flashbulbs erupt around the arena as the camera focuses on a few signs dotted around the arena as the pyrotechnics erupt and we join Baxter and Diamond at their desk.
Diamond: “Good evening and welcome to Monday Night Brawl! I’m Derrick Diamond…”
Baxter: “And I’m Derek Baxter and tonight we are making history as we take another step towards Caged In…”
Diamond: “In our Main Event tonight we will be treated to the first ever meeting between Two Hall of Fame Superstars as James Raven makes his long awaited to a WGWF ring as he takes on the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion M.D.K.”
Baxter: “Two big stars and two even bigger egos are going to clash in that ring tonight and I for one cannot wait.”
Diamond: “As well as that we have an Intercontinental Title match as John Cable’s title is on the line against the self-appointed Queen of the WGWF Alyce Starchylde.”
Baxter: “I wouldn’t say that it’s simply self-appointed… M.D.K. is our bold and noble king and he has clearly appointed her as his queen… There’s nothing to debate and once Alyce takes the Intercontinental Championship out of the hands out of that waste of space Cable, we will have two champions to be proud of.”
Diamond: “Well… to make it a night to truly remember, we will have a second title match on our hands as the Television Championship will be on the line as Erik Josten will go toe to toe with The Everyday Normal Guy Andy Johnson in what looks to be a huge opportunity for the son of Chris Page.”
Baxter: “Raw power against a dweeb like Johnson? I give it five minutes tops…”
Diamond: “And as well as that we will see former World Champion Tristan Slater in action as well as Christian Connolly, Sentinel, Andre Dixon and as well as all of this on a packed card we will be having…”
?: “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN....”
The crowd pops.
?: “MY NAME IS FLASH ROTTEN...”
The pop gets louder as Flash Rotten walks out to the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand as the camera cuts to him as he appears to have a stern look on his face.
Rotten: "AND I AM THE GENERAL MANAGER OF MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL!"
The crowd lap this up and pop as Flash strides down to the ring, climbs through the ropes and allows the crowd to die down before continuing.
Rotten: “As my very talented announce team have just informed you all in the arena and at home, you are in for quite the treat tonight as we take a stride towards Caged In with a truly stacked Monday Night Brawl for you tonight. Titles on the line and long awaited clashes are all lined up for you… But I’m afraid, one match will not be happening tonight as advertised…”
The crowd fall silent to hear the news.
Rotten: “As you will be aware, Hurricane Irma has been wreaking havoc in a manner that only Mother Nature can and as such, Chris Page has been grounded in Florida and as a result, his scheduled match with Kyle Shane has had to be postponed until a later date…”
Boos rise up still but Flash raises a hand to continue.
Rotten: “What I ask of you all now though is to have a moment’s applause in honour of all those affected by Hurricane Irma…”
He falls silent and the crowd begin to clap…
www.youtube.com/watch?v=86zLk2czVIk
The heat is deafening as M.D.K. comes out clapping slowly with a grin on his face, the World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder and a toy pinwheel in his hand. Flash looks irritated by the very presence of the World Heavyweight Champion as he slowly makes his way to the top of the ramp… drinks in the hate before sauntering down to the ring as he is pelted with drinks containers before climbing onto the apron and drinking in the vitriol.
Diamond: “What the hell is he playing at tonight? This is over a line!”
Baxter: “M.D.K. doesn’t believe in lines…”
M.D.K. steps into the ring and Flash holds a microphone up to speak.
Rotten: “Danny… this is not the time or the…”
But M.D.K. snatches the microphone away from Rotten to raise the rage of the fans once again.
M.D.K.: “When it comes to me, the time and the place is always when… and where I damn well choose…”
Massive heat. M.D.K. looks at the fans with disgust.
M.D.K.: “Ah of course… Peons, pissants and peasants… YOU’RE WELCOME!”
Somehow that heat rises…
M.D.K.: “Let me get this clear Flash… Page isn’t here because of a
He blows the pinwheel.
M.D.K.: “… a strong breeze?”
Crowd: “ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!”
Rotten: “You know damn…”
M.D.K.: “What I know is that Page isn’t here because he has wind… It must be those nervous farts you get before an exam… is that right?”
The heat is off the charts as M.D.K. wafts Rotten backwards so that he is in the corner to allow M.D.K. the freedom of the ring.
M.D.K.: “What kind of role model is Chris Page ladies a gentleman? A man who has let a gust of wind stop him from being here tonight against a man like Kyle Shane. If he’s scared of Kyle, what the hell must he be thinking going into Caged In to take me on?”
“What kind of icon is Page to you, to the mortals out back who seem to idolise him and most importantly… to Andy Johnson…”
A Huge pop at the mention of his name and M.D.K. smirks.
M.D.K.: “I know… a talented young man with a washed up, wind averse coward for a father… If this title…”
He taps his World Heavyweight title that sits proudly on his shoulder.
M.D.K.: “… meant so much to him, he’s have swam through fucking lava to be standing here tonight. Clearly he doesn’t love any of you enough… Clearly this company can’t mean that much to him!”
Crowd: “Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!”
M.D.K.: “Keep cheering his name! Go on! It simply shows the sheer mediocrity that cretins such as you fat slobs choose to idolise instead of this…”
He gestures to himself.
M.D.K.: “You one true king! Fuck the monarchy, fuck the system and fuck your Bible… This right here, is the only king you should worship… The icon of this and any other era!”
Diamond: “Blasphemy, anarchy and a passion for social discourse; ladies and gentlemen, our World Heavyweight Champion…”
M.D.K.: “And of course, my greatness transcends the era. From my original era up to now… and tonight I will prove that anything in between was a mere interlude when Jimmy Raven is added to a very crowded club… one that is far from exclusive… it is the club of those who are like Tristan Slater, his pet potato, Paul Frost, Dean James and any other name of note up to and including Chronic Chris Page… One that allows the entrant to look in the mirror each and every day and acknowledge that they are truly… and utterly… INFERIOR!”
His music starts up again as the boos erupt around and M.D.K. holds out the microphone out for Rotten to take before dropping it to the mat, offering a mock bow as he heads up the ramp.
Diamond: “Wow… M.D.K. has started the night on a low tone…”
Baxter: “What he has done is sent a message that he won’t be taken lightly now in the WGWF…. And he truly is Superior…”
*** COMMERCIAL BREAK ***
(Scene switches to the lobby of an office building we have seen before, in archived footage and behind the scenes documentaries. The foyer is filled with lush looking potted plants and a semi-circular, vast wood barrier desk hides several floor secretaries. A secretary looks up from her phone at a commotion as someone comes bursting into the lobby, talking loudly through a megaphone. It's former World and Intercontinental Champion Kyle Shane. He's dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a beanie, and he has an Occupy-esque t-shirt on it with an ironic slogan of Chris Page's face, ballooned up to look ridiculous, set in a red and black border with the classic anti-establishment OBEY logo underneath. Kyle is talking loud into a megaphone, and the businesspeople all scattered around the lobby turn to look at the spectacle.)
Kyle Shane: ATTENTION LOWER LEVEL OFFICE DRONES OF WGWF CORPORATE. I'VE COME TO THIS BUILDING IN AS MUCH CAPACITY AS OUR BELOVED BOSSMAN AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDER CAME TO MY RING LAST WEEK. HE WANTED TO THROW OUT NAMES AND CAUSE A SCENE, WELL HE HAS INVITED INTO HIS OWN SPACE AN INVASION. OCCUPY WGWF HEADQUARTERS!
(A security guard, a thick set, moustachioed, swarthy type looks impatient at Kyle, he moves toward him with his hairy arms moving to grab Kyle by the shoulders.)
Security guard #1: Okay, crackpot, you've disturbed the nice people enough, let's take this to the sidewalk.
(Kyle turns to the security guard, but unfortunately the bullhorn is just inches away from the dude's face as Kyle repeats his dictum, and the guard's head snaps back as if he's been shot.)
Kyle Shane: DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME, I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL I MEET WITH CHRIS PAGE.
Security guard #1: Oh!
Secretary: Sir! Chris Page is not here right now, in fact, Chris Page is down in Orlando, salvaging and rebuilding his summer property that was damaged by Hurricane Irma...
(It's a sensitive topic for some, the devastation fresh in people's minds, and a few people go solemn and ashen faced.)
Kyle Shane: CHRIS PAGE TOLD ME THAT IF I EVER WANTED TO STEP UP WITH THE BIG BOYS I SHOULD COME MEET HIM FACE TO -
(The secretary's arm pistons out and shoves the bullhorn away from Kyle's lips. Not missing a beat, Kyle looks at her, feigning innocent outrage.)
Kyle Shane: Chris Page told me that if I ever wanted to stop wasting my time in the minor leagues I should challenge him. You know, how he inserts his name into challenges that can secure him World title shots? Well I'm not going to let him come down to my ring and punk me out like that, no sir. I'm coming to meet Page face to face. We had a match scheduled on Brawl, and if he was the big deal he claimed he was, he wouldn't let a stupid-ass little hurricane slow him down.
Secretary: Is this - are you doing a bit? You can't possibly be trying to call Chris Page out in this time...
Random office worker #1: Hundreds of thousands of people are still without electricity in much of the western parts of the state... so insensitive...
Random office worker #2: I know, right, parts of the Florida keys were completely wiped off the map... to be talking about wrestling at this time is so inappropriate...
Kyle Shane: Seems to me like CCP just bitched out.
Random office worker #3: CCP is a soldier for sticking with us during the storm, you monster!
Kyle Shane: Enough of this, Occupy WGWF Headquarters is on, y'all. To the President's office!
Secretary: Sir! Sir! Chris Page isn't even the main authority figure anymore, sir! You can't go back th- security! Security, get him out of here, please?
(Two more security guards, these ones skinnier and fitter looking than the tubby one Kyle had deafened, advance, but Kyle smirks somewhat and yells out "Smoke bomb" and throws a gas pellet that leaves people choking. Kyle starts running up the stairs, and security is too busy coughing to do anything about it. The scene switches back to the arena.)
***
THE SENTINEL
versus
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY
versus
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY
"Rockbox" cues up, sending the crowd to its feet to welcome the Sentinel to Chicago. Davy Crockett might have been King of the Wild Frontier, but guaranteed he never had to fight a beast quite like Sentinel. He steps out from behind the curtain, pounding his fist against his barreled chest, while Kevin Sparrow emerges behind him.
Masters: Introducing first.. accompanied to the ring by Kevin Sparrow.. hailing from Jakarta, weighing in at 318lbs.. he is THE SENTINEL!!
The duo soak up the crowd reaction before sauntering down the aisle to the ring. Sentinel climbs over the ropes waiting in the corner for Connolly to make his presence known.
Luckily for Sentinel, he doesn't keep him waiting long.
The all-too-familiar opening chords to "Keep It 100" by Grand Theft blasts through the arena, giving the crowd even more reason to cheer. The curtain is parted and Christian Connolly steps through.
Masters: And his opponent, from Norfolk, Virginia.. weighing in at 230lbs.. he is the SUNTAN SUPERMAN.. CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY!!
Connolly takes his time getting to the ring, jumping flat-footed onto the apron and launching himself into the ring.
The bell rings and Connolly steps to engage Sentinel. Sentinel merely peers down at Connolly and lets out a loud AHAHAHA! at the Suntan Superman. Connolly looks quizzically at referee, who shrugs as Sentinel charges in with a clothesline to catch him off guard. Christian ducks under Sentinel's massive forearm and unloads a round of well-placed kicks to the back of Sentinel's legs. Sentinel stumbles forward, knees buckling from the impact, and Connolly follows up with quick strikes to his kidneys. Referee Jimmy Turner inserts himself between the two bodies, warning Christian about the closed fists, but he pays him no mind.
He probably should have, though. Connolly sidesteps Turner to continue his assault but is met with a hard backhand across his face. Christian crumples to the mat, holding his cheek and trying to shake the cobwebs out. Sentinel grabs him by his head, lifts him to her feet before sending him right back down with a short-armed clothesline that temporarily knocks the wind right out of him.
"AHAAHAA!"
Christian coughs, holding his chest, and Sentinel nudges his side with his massive foot. Except "nudge" really means "kick him while laughing over his fallen body."
Connolly struggles to his feet, the crowd getting behind him while Kevin cheers on his charge. Sentinel grabs his arm to send him against the ropes, but Connolly reverses the Irish-whip and it's Sentinel who's sent across the ring. Christian ducks under another clothesline and darts to the opposite ropes, where he's promptly tripped up by Kevin and sent down to one knee. Sentinel moves back in, looking to punt Connolly's head into the fifth row of floor seats, but Christian rolls out of the way and scrambles up to a vertical base. Returning to work over his lower back, Connolly sends repeated knees to the area, then grabs Sentinel's arm and drills him with a knee to the midsection, causing Sentinel to stumble, bending forward at the waist, right into a Connolly stump piledriver. He quickly covers....
1...
Kickout, with authority.
Not wasting any time, Christian gets to his feet and "nudges" Sentinel with his foot, much like he did to him, before running against the ropes and launching himself across Sentinel's neck with a front-flip legdrop. Connolly springs to his feet only to crash down onto his chest with a standing shooting-star press. He covers again.
1...
2...
Kickout.
Connolly returns to his feet first and quickly darts up the corner turnbuckle to the top. Wasting little time, he flies through the air with a twisting Senton bomb, which misses as Sentinel manages to roll out of the way before impact could be made. With Connolly's offense taken away again, Sentinel regains control by pulling him to his feet and tossing him like a rag-doll into the opposite corner from which he flew. Sentinel wraps his hand around his throat, prompting the start of a five count from Turner. Sentinel lets the count go to four and a half before breaking and backing away in an "what did I do?" fashion.
While Jimmy reminds Sentinel of what one can and cannot do in-between the ropes, Kevin jumps up onto the apron and wraps his arm around against Connolly's throat. He struggles, gasping for air and clawing feverishly at Kevin's head, managing to send his hat flying to the floor but not inflicting much damage to Sentinel's best friend. Kevin releases his stranglehold and darts out of the way before Turner can catch him. Christian just folds onto the mat in anguish while the crowd sends the BOO-BIRDS over to Sentinel. Jimmy starts his ten count on the downed Connolly.
Sentinel, being the nice guy that he is, decides now would be a good time to taunt the bejeepers out of Christian, who's using the ropes as an aide to get back to his feet. Jimmy reaches six before deeming Connolly vertical enough to warrant the count being called off. Sentinel, meanwhile, had backed up near the other side of the ring waiting to charge at the woozy Connolly.
Sentinel charged Connolly but he sidestepped the big man at the last possible second. Sentinel turns around and Connolly launches his feet firmly between his shoulder blades with a dropkick. Sentinel bounces off the ropes, right into a vicious superkick to the skull. The Sentinel drops to the mat and Connolly immediately covers.
1....
2....
3!!
The bell rings and Connolly climbs off the Sentinel. He raises his fists in the air to raucous cheers as "Keep It 100" blasts thru the arena.
Masters: Here is your winner... CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY!
Diamond: “A brutal display tonight by Connolly and one that has sent a message that Christian still means business here in the WGWF.”
*** COMMERCIAL BREAK ***
John Cable walks down the hallway in back, his Intercontinental title over his shoulder. A clown, all dressed in red begins dancing his way down the hall way. Cable looks on with a smile as the clown is joined by a juggler and a mime. Suddenly the clown produces a pie which he hurls into Cable's face blinding him. The mime grabs the title and runs off. With a roar, Cable clears the pie off his face and charges after them. They round a corner and Cable chases after them. He rounds the corner and Alyce blasts him in the face with a dropkick that sends him slamming back first to the concrete floor! Cable starts to sit up only to catch a shining wizard and a face-full of glitter from Alyce. He drops back to the floor and is WAFFLED with a chair to the face from above from...MDK! MDK is in on the beat-down! He and Alyce smile at each other and grab a metal cabinet and bring it down on John Cable! Cable is bright purple and not moving! The clowns and entertainers disappear down the hallway as referees and security shows up to check on John Cable. They force Alyce and MDK away from Cable. Alyce drops his title by his head as she walks away. MDK and Alyce high five as they walk down the corridor…
M.D.K.: “That wasn’t what I had in mind when you suggested letting off a little steam but that was just fantastic!”
Alyce: “Hey, it’s what I do well and any opportunity to take that salad vegetable apart is just a bonus…”
As they round the corner and bump straight into Television Champion Erik Josten who snarls at the pair
Josten: “Oh look… it’s the two jokers that think they are a King and Queen…”
Alyce pretends to fan herself and looks offended at the very sight of the man before her.
Starchylde: “Oh my… what is this creature?”
M.D.K.: “I believe they call it… a street urchin my dear… due to poor nutrition, they are nearly blind so if we don’t move, it will go away…”
Starchylde: “My stars… make it go away! Throw it some coins…”
Josten: “Yeah, yeah very funny. You won’t be laughing later on when you both get your asses handed to you.”
M.D.K.: “Fun story about that… First of all, James Raven couldn’t beat himself if he had an industrial tub of moisturiser let alone me and as for the human potato…”
Starchylde: “Let’s just say that he’s a little under the weather… he had a dodgy squash…”
The pair laugh and Josten just shakes his head and chuckles…
Josten: “You two think you’re pretty funny don’t ya? Well you don’t convince me.”
He points at M.D.K. who raises his eyebrows in mock surprise.
Josten: “That little charade with Andy last week… singing his praises, talking of his dad and his support? I can see damn well what you are doing and for all the low shit you pull, that’s pretty damn low and Chris might not be here to call you on it but I am and if you value your teeth and don’t want them rammed down your throat, I suggest you back off…”
M.D.K. smirks and gives a look of disbelief as he looks between Erik and Alyce and gestures to Josten.
M.D.K.: “Can you… Did he… Can he…”
M.D.K. suddenly takes a step forward to be in the face of the TV Champion.
M.D.K.: “Did you just threaten me?”
Josten: “And if I did?”
They start to square up as Andy rounds the corner and bumps into the trio and smiles; oblivious of the situation.
Johnson: “Hey guys!”
All: “Andy!”
M.D.K. steps towards Johnson and wraps an arm around him while Starchylde smiles coyly at him.
M.D.K.: “Here he is! The Man! A… Andre Johnson!”
Johnson: “It’s Andy but hey!”
Josten: “Mr M.D.K. here was just talking to me about last week…”
Johnson: “Hey yeah, I’ve been meaning to catch up with you all about last week. Erik, you saved my ass last week and I have to thank you for that.”
Josten: “No problem man, we might be going toe to toe later on tonight but that doesn’t mean that I won’t look out for you and I always have your best interests at heart… Unlike others…”
M.D.K.: “Hey… Now Andrei, I really feel that we had a bond last week. It’s the bond that only champions have. You know what I mean?”
Johnson: “I’m… not a champion…”
M.D.K.: “… Yet…”
Erik Josten looks offended by this statement.
M.D.K.: “Look, saving you is a mighty fine gesture but when it’s so close to having to defend a title against you. Somebody…”
He points at Josten in a less than subtle manner as Alyce flicks her hair and coyly waves at Andy who continues to be distracted by her.
M.D.K.: “Might be hoping for you to lay down tonight and gift him a win…”
Josten: “You son of a-”
He surges forwards but M.D.K. calmly steps back and Andy reaches out an arm to separate them…
Johnson: “Guys! There’s no need for this! M.D.K. thank you for the words of encouragement, but I won’t be laying down for anybody tonight…”
Starchylde: “That’s a shame hot stuff…”
M.D.K. stares at Alyce who shrugs her shoulders. M.D.K. furrows his brow for a moment before putting on a grin for Andy and Erik.
M.D.K.: “We have to go… Alyce…”
M.D.K. saunters off and drags a smiling, waving Alyce behind him as he goes. Johnson stares at them as they round the corner and Josten taps him on the chest.
Josten: “Hey… you don’t buy that bullshit do you?”
Johnson: “What are you talking about?”
Josten: “I did what I did last week because that’s what I do. It ain’t because I want a favour; you bring everything you have got tonight because I will be doing the same…”
They shake hands and smile at each other as another figure draws up to them... It’s Nick Ryan!
Ryan: “Isn’t this cute? A little love in…”
The pair stare at him as he stands awkwardly between them. He then turns to Josten and taps the Television Title…
Ryan: “You can keep that warm for me…”
He then turns to Johnson and taps him on the forehead.
Ryan: “And I’ll see you very soon…”
He swaggers off leaving Johnson and Josten looking confused.
*** HYPE VIDEO FOR CAGED IN ***
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER
Versus
ANDRE "THE KING" DIXON
Versus
ANDRE "THE KING" DIXON
Masters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall; currently in the ring hailing from Atlanta, Georgia... ANDRE "THE KING" DIXON!
A smattering of applause mixed with loud boos can be heard as Andre paces back and forth within the confines of the ring with his attention firmly fixated towards the top of the ramp.
Masters: And his opponent...
The house lights dim out to darkness causing the fans to come unglued!
The roof explodes as the opening riffs of "My Name is Human" hits the speakers.
Masters: About to make his way to the ring; he hails from Miami, Florida... "GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER!
A single spot light hits the top of the ramp displaying the back of Tristan who is in full on "Glorious" pose, yet tonight he isn't in a typical robe or trunks. He's in jeans and a grey tank top as he turns around facing the ring before starting to make the walk with the spotlight firmly planted on him.
Diamond: This is the first singles match Tristan has had since losing the World Title back at Summer Madness.
Baxter: At least he left the robe in the back.
Tristan reaches ringside where he climbs up on to the ring apron before stepping into the squared circle. Tristan eyes down Andre as the house lights come up and the music fades away. The fans are a buzz as the referee signals for the opening bell.
DING.... DING.... DING....
Diamond: Here we go!
Andre looks to lock up with Slater to which Tristan ducks under to a pop from the crowd as he turns and faces Andre and shakes his finger at him. Dixon charges towards Slater, Slater side steps Andre sending Dixon bouncing off the ropes where he looks for a clothesline, Slater ducks the attempt where he spins around and looks for a standing Superkick, Andre ducks and looks for an Electric Chair counter which is countered into a Victory Roll by the former World Heavyweight Champion.
REFEREE: ONE..... TWO..... THR...
Andre kicks out of the near fall as both he and Slater are to a vertical base where Tristan snatches a side head lock. Andre quickly counters with a side suplex! Dixon pops back up to his feet to a mixed pop where he reaches down picking Slater up, he locks a back waist lock and delivers a Release German Suplex. Andre is quickly into the cover hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE... TWO.... THR...
Slater kicks out to a loud pop from the crowd.
Baxter: Andre certainly has the strength advantage and if he continues to exploit it he might find himself on the winning side of this equation.
Andre is to a vertical base where he reaches down picking Tristan up off the mat. He takes Slater back into the ropes where he slings him across the ring, Slater bounces off the ropes where Andre looks to deliver the Deadly Force Spinbuster Slam! Slater counters with a sunset flip where he stacks Dixon's shoulders to the mat.
REFEREE: ONE..... TWO..... THR...
Andre escapes the near fall where he beats Slater to his feet and is able to catch Tristan with a boot to the midsection. He hoists Slater up in the air looking to drive him into the mat with a Power Bomb! The crowd pops as Slater counters into a Sit Out Face Buster! Dixon bounces face first off the mat as he rolls towards a neutral corner while as see Tristan back to a vertical base where he sizes Andre up who is pulling himself up into the corner, Tristan charges across across the ring deliver a running knee to the jaw of Dixon followed by driving Dixon face first into the mat with a running bulldog head lock.
Diamond: So earlier we saw the horrifying beat-down of John Cable by Alyce Starchylde and MDK.
Baxter: That was merely the King and Queen establishing their dominance.
Diamond: Well… I have just had exclusive news sent to me saying that was a damn near criminal assault has injured John Cable keeping him from defending his title tonight.
Baxter: Sounds like Alyce is going to have another win.
Diamond: Sounds like Alyce won't have a shot at the title this evening...but Flash Rotten promises that match will be rescheduled.
Slater pops back up off the mat where he rolls Andre over to his back, Slater charges towards the rope where he spring boards off the middle rope delivering a Leg Drop across the throat of Dixon! Slater rolls Andre over making the cover hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE..... TWO..... THRE....
Andre kicks out once again.
Baxter: Another kick out by Dixon! Slater is quickening the pace.
Tristan pops back up to his feet where he reaches down picking up Andre Dixon where he laces Dixon across the chest with a knife edge chop that echoes throughout the arena followed by a stiff European Uppercut rocking Dixon back into the ropes. Slater comes forward where he bring Dixon out towards the center of the ring locking a front face lock where he attempts a suplex. Dixon firmly plants his feet effectively blocking the attempt before he hoists Slater up in the air and drives him down into the mat with a Jackhammer! Dixon has the cover.
REFEREE: ONE..... TWO..... THRE....
Slater kicks out to a massive ovation from the crowd. Andre gets to his feet where he questions the officials count.
Diamond: Dixon thought he had him.
Andre shifts his attention back towards Slater where he reaches down picking Tristan up off the mat only to see Slater force Dixon down to the mat with a arm bar take down where he quickly transitions into the GLORIOUS CROSSFACE! Tristan starts cranking back on the head and neck of Dixon! The referee is in position where he begins asking Andre if he wants to surrender.
Baxter: Slater's got the Glorious Crossface locked in deep and in the center of the ring!
The fans get louder and louder as Tristan cranks back harder and harder of the Glorious Crossface. Dixon holds on as long as he can before tapping out.
DING.... DING.... DING...
Masters: The winner of this contest, "GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER!
Tristan releases the hold and is back to his feet where his arm is raised in victory. Tristan walks across the ring calling for the microphone as Andre rolls out to the floor while Donald hands Tristan the mic. Slater reaches center ring where he addresses the camera.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "Alyce... Oh Alyce..."
Tristan softly states.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "Me."
He pauses.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "You."
He pauses once again.
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER- "Caged In."
The fans roar as Slater simply drops the microphone as "My Name is Human" hits the speakers as he intently glares into the camera as if looking through the lens connecting directly with Alyce Starchylde. The scene fades.
*** COMMERCIAL BREAK ***
WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
ANDY JOHNSON
versus
ERIK JOSTEN (c)
ANDY JOHNSON
versus
ERIK JOSTEN (c)
Andy Johnson is seen getting ready for his match. He is stretching a little bit, but he looks cautious. He’s looking around and making sure no body is around him. He starts to make his walk towards the ramp. Andy stops and looks behind him. Andy continues to walk. WHAM! Nick Ryan flies in with a lead pipe and cracks Andy over the head with it. Andy lay motionless on the ground…
All the lights in the arena go out, which sends the audience into a frenzy of cheers and screams.
KEEP IT 100…
Nails
The crowd roars to its feet, clapping along with the beat. Cell phone screens and camera flashes start illuminating the blackness. Erik Josten throws the curtain aside and strides out onto the stage. He takes a moment to pause and survey the crowd with chin held high and hands on hips. With a look of extreme focus, he marches down the ramp, taking the time to slap a few hands along the way. He stops as he gets to the ring and holds his head down. After he mouths some words to himself, he lets out a animalistic roar and climbs in the ring.
Once in the ring, Josten climbs the middle turnbuckle in one corner of the ring and pumps a fist in the air as the fans cheer.
Every day Normal Guy blast over the PA system as the crowd jumps to their feet. The music continues to play for a while and….
NICK RYAN WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE!!
The thunderous cheers change to thunderous boos and Nick Ryan makes his way down to the ring. Erik looks generally confused to see Nick Ryan walking down the ramp!
Baxter: What the hell is going on here?
Diamond: Didn’t you see him flatten Andy just moments ago?!?!
Baxter: Nick Ryan has no business out here!!!
Nick Ryan walks down to the ring with a smug smirk on his face. The referee also looks confused as he is holding onto the vacant WGWF Television title. Nick Ryan gets into the ring. The referee is shaking his head. Nick is telling him to hold up the title and ring the bell!!
Diamond: This can’t be happening!! This is Andy’s title shot not Nicks!!
Baxter: I don’t think Nick cares!!
Before the referee can do anything. Erik blasts Nick Ryan with a huge boot and Erik tells the referee to ring the bell!! The referee scurries out of the way and calls for the bell and holds the title up to signify the title is on the line!
Diamond: This isn’t right!
Baxter: Whether it’s right or wrong, we will have a new television champion tonight as it seems!!!
Nick Ryan gets to his feet and gets met with another big boot to the face. Nick Ryan rolls out of the ring. Erik follows him. Nick runs around the ring and Erik gives chase! Nick slides into the ring as does Erik. Nick bounces off the ropes, ducks under a big boot, Erik turns around and is hit with a flying forearm. Erik is staggering. Nick gets up and hits a dropkick that sends Erik into the corner. Nick keeps his momentum going by hitting a big splash on Erik in the corner. Nick runs to the opposite corner and runs across again and jumps…. Erick catches him by the throat with two hands and slams him down to the mat with a thud. Nick is slow to his feet…. Washington Monument almost splits Nick Ryan in two!! Erik covers!!
1…
2…
Nick Ryan gets a shoulder up. Erik picks up Nick and tosses him into the corner this time. Erik starts his Ten gun salute!! As each open hand lands harder and harder on the chest of Nick Ryan the crowd gets more and more behind Erik… 10!! Nick falls to his knees and starts to crawl away from Erik. Erik has all the momentum now. Erik sends Nick into the ropes, Nick bounces back. Erik ducks and hits a back body drop… wait! Nick lands on his feet. Erik turns around right into a spinning neck breaker. Nick quickly grabs a hold of Erik’s leg and starts to kick at his knee trying to ground the big man. Nick quickly goes to the top rope as Erik starts to slowly get to his feet holding his knee. Erik gets up only to get knocked back down with a missile drop kick. Erik bounces off the canvas and rolls out of the ring. Nick walks over to the rope. Nick spring boards out of the ring with a splash…. Erik catches him!!! Erik throws Nick over his shoulder and runs towards the ring post!!! Just before Nick’s back is about to get crushed on the ring post, Nick slides off and pushes Erik face first into the ring post!
CRACK!!!!
Nick Ryans rolls into the ring as Erik is motionless on the outside. Nick Ryan orders the referee to start a ten count!
Every Day Normal Guy blasts over the PA system again and the crowd erupts!! Andy comes out as EMTs are trying to stop him. Andy lays out one with a huge punch and continues to walk down the ramp. Nick is yelling at Andy to bring it on. Andy runs down to the ring and slides into the ring! REDLINE LINE!!! Andy is down. Nick starts laughing and kicks Andy out of the ring. Nick slides out of the ring. Nick turns and gets blasted by a upright Erik, who hits him with a clothesline. Erik helps Andy to his feet. Andy starts to shake the cobwebs out. Erik and Andy look at each other and nod. Erik reaches underneath the ring and slides out a table that gets a huge reaction from the crowd.
Diamond: What the hell is going on here?
Baxter: I have no idea! This whole scenario is crazy!!!
Erik sets up the table. Andy throws Nick up onto the table. Andy nods at Erik who picks him up in a military press. He throws Andy up in the air, Andy spins mid air and does almost a 540 splash on Nick Ryan as the table shatters into pieces as the crowd roars!! The bell is heard and the ref is calling this match off as a no contest!! Nick is laying motionless in the tables rubble! Andy and Erik high five. Erik raises Andy’s hand as the crowd cheer…. Suddenly Erik pulls Andy close and hits him with The Great American Drop right onto Nick Ryan!! Both Nick and Andy are laying in a heap. Erik walks around the ring and grabs the Television Title. He slides into the ring and raises the title high above his head and nods to the crowd!!!!
*** COMMERCIAL BREAK ***
(Scene cuts back to the offices of WGWF headquarters. This is one of the higher levels, and the corporate white collar workers are all busy in their cubicles, working on the minutiae of the WGWF's day to day operation, making phone calls, working on websites. Down the hall, we see a men's room door, and Kyle Shane comes strutting out of it, and he is drying his hands on a colored piece of fabric, obviously a t-shirt of some kind, when Flash Rotten, the current WGWF figurehead and president comes running up to him, trying to block him from going into the offices.)
Flash Rotten: Shane, are you - are you freaking insane? What are you doing here?! You cannot be here! What were you doing in the employee bathroom?!
Kyle Shane: Well, actually, if you must know, I was taking a shit. And it was a mighty one, the kind of angry one you get after you eat Thai food from an unfamiliar place and you feel like you have to wrangle it out. But you know, you penny pinchers here in corporate didn't spring for good, two-ply toilet paper, but that's okay. You know why? The merchandising section had plenty of John Cable t-shirts for me to wipe with. Here you go.
(He casually flips the shirt in the air in Flash Rotten's direction. Flash emits a shriek and flinches hard away from the flapping offender, afraid he might get caught with a particle of a soiled shirt. Kyle grins obnoxiously.)
Flash Rotten: Alright, you've had your fun, now will you please, please, vacate the premises? We can't keep having you show up here, the new WGWF regime is trying to downplay petty corporate politics and games with the general managers since my little venture at Wrestlewars, and -
Kyle Shane (scoffing): Sorry, did I hear you right? A WGWF authority figure is trying to downplay petty politics and general manager ego trips? Yeah I'm calling bullshit on that. Chris Page talked his way into yet another World Title match.
(They have entered a small side conference room, and Flash is trying to get Kyle to keep his voice down to raise the suspicion of the office workers.)
Flash Rotten: Will you just - (sotto voce) listen, you know that the match Chris Page won was an open invitational. And since you - well, intervened and kept John Cable from winning, the only one left to pick up the pin was -
Kyle Shane: An invitational battle royale. When the roster is thin enough that only 4 people volun-fucking-teered for it. And Chris Page was the first one in line. I'm sorry, how are you not connecting the dots there, it wouldn't have mattered if the whole field was filled, James Raven had shown up as he was advertised, any factor came into play. The deck was stacked precisely so that the only viable options to win were Cable, which I was not going to allow to happen, or Page. So again, CCP completely fucked over his own roster, just so he could put himself into a World Title match.
(Flash grinds his teeth and looks for a diplomatic way to address Kyle.)
Flash Rotten: I know that you have your issues with Page, but this seems like it's nothing more than a salve to your ego since he called you out. Now, you know CCP had to take the week off, so you invading this space where you know he will not be and challenging him is -
Kyle Shane: Exactly what he did to me last week? Being pedantic and childish over a small and imagined slight? Taking his name out of context? Please, tell me what I'm doing that Chris Page didn't do by marching his happy ass out there last week and putting words in my mouth to make himself seem important. See, I know why he did this. He got in a little huff because I shot first. He got angry when I said a monkey can do the job you and he both have shared, that going from literally main eventing a pay-per-view to a filler match with Sentinel was a waste of my fucking time and talent. He got mad when I slapped the figurehead of the company's will in it's face and said "Stop wasting my time with the Sentinel". And yet he missed the entire point of that. It became an affront to his ego, a way for him to pound his chest and once again put himself out there as the most important thing this fed has going.
Flash Rotten (sighing): If you want, we can bring the Sentinel back in instead -
Kyle Shane: Are you not listening to a word. Listen to me. The problem is that CCP came swaggering out there, building up his ill-gotten fucking World title match and talking about the list of names he wants to beat to boost himself up since he JUST came off being unable to win himself the Television championship. To do that, to make himself feel good he named off Cable, me, Raven who the fuck knows. But to me, he said, if I want to "stop crying about facing Sentinel", if I want to step back into the major leagues and fight in the main events, I should answer his challenge. So here's your problem: Chris Page just again, said the rest of his roster does not matter in comparison to him. But where I have a problem with that is he crapped all over the work I have put into making the Intercontinental Title mean something. And I want to kick his ass for that. I took that belt and I MADE it mean something. And let me tell you this. It doesn't matter where I am on the card. I am the main event. I am the big leagues, playing with the big boys, what the fuck ever metaphor Page wants to use.
(Kyle takes a breath. His doing a bit, oblivious shtick from earlier has dropped and he looks into Flash's eyes with intensity.)
Kyle Shane: It's Page that needs to be made to feel like a big boy. It's Page that needs his teeny tiny widdle bitty balls fondled, his ego fluffed up and for people to always see this fed revolves around him. And I know, he's sooo fond of his "real talk". Well real talk, had we HAD this fucking match this week I know exactly what he would've said. He'd have decried my childishness for how I treated you following my loss to John Cable. He'd have said like he has ABOUT TEN FUCKING TIMES NOW that I'm not as good as I think I am, pointing out some imagined flaw in my promo cutting style - Hello fourth fucking wall - and acting like every sentence he breathes shits gold. He'd tell me I'm overrated and that I'm trying to be like Chris Page. Same old fucking story I have heard from him over and over and over again. And yet, HE name dropped me as someone he had to face on his road to the World title. Why? Because he wants the feat of beating me so people will take him seriously.
(Kyle gets nose to nose with Flash.)
Kyle Shane: So this is what I'm saying. I'm saying I am right here, in Chris Page's house, telling him that I'm tired of it. Tired of having to kowtow to his idea that this fed is his personal project. Tired of him acting like he made Kyle Shane and I owe him my career. The only person who MADE me, is me. And I'm sick of him shitting all over his entire roster just to make himself look good. He is not the moon that controls the rise and fall of the tide here in WGWF, but even if he was, the moon does not outshine the sun. And that sun is me. I am going to kick Page's ass whenever he gets home from Florida, and then I'm going to do the same to the paper champion holding on to my belt. That's my fucking word.
(Kyle then picks up a megaphone, lifting it up to his lips.)
Kyle Shane: Now if you'll excuse me. ATTENTION EVERYONE, CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE. THE MERCHANDISE DEPARTMENT HAS A RUN ON JOHN CABLE T-SHIRTS. TAKE TWO, TAKE THREE, GIVE IT TO YOUR GRANDMA, LINE YOUR HAMSTER CAGE WITH IT. ALL MERCHANDISE IS SHODDY AND NEEDS TO GO.
(Flash runs a hand over his eyes, and he nods his head, beckoning the security guards from earlier. Kyle, sensing discretion the better of valor, puts down the bullhorn and takes off again, as the scene fades.)
***
We are backstage with Denise Essex.
Essex: “I am joined at this point by the man who is going toe to toe with The WGWF World Heavyweight Champion M.D.K. for the first time ever tonight. James Raven. James, you have been uncharacteristically quiet in the build-up to this upcoming match or… well for the first time I can remember. Is this a way to get into M.D.K.’s head or is it something else?”
Raven takes the microphone from Denise and breathes heavily. He smiles at her as he stares for a few seconds before turning to the camera and the only sound remains his breathing. He smiles at the camera and then it turns into a fearsome frown.
Raven then tilts his head to the side, smiles again and hands the microphone to Denise who looks confused. She goes to say something but Raven holds up his hand and gestures for the microphone again. He holds it up to his lips…
…
…
And belches. He then hands the microphone back to Denise and walks off. Denise looks baffled.
Essex: “Ladies and gentlemen… James Raven…”
*** COMMERCIAL BREAK ***
Tristan is at the Craft Services table on his cell phone. He turns around with some caviar on a toast point only to see Alyce wearing her crown and carrying a sceptre with a glass globe. Alyce smiles and screams, "Off with his head!" She smashes the sceptre down on Tristan's head, shattering the glass globe. Tristan drops to his knees, head down a drop of blood dripping from his forehead to the floor. Alyce folds up a nearby metal chair and slams him in the face knocking him on his back. His eyes are open but dazed.
ALYCE: You want me, Glorious Mr. Slater...YOU GOT ME! At Caged In, I will END YOU!
*** HYPE VIDEO FOR MAIN EVENT ***
MAIN EVENT
FIRST TIME EVER
JAMES RAVEN
versus
M.D.K. (c)
FIRST TIME EVER
JAMES RAVEN
versus
M.D.K. (c)
The entire arena slowly fades to black as the audience excitedly awaits the entrance of "The Peoples GOAT". The drum beat and guitar solo start and a series of white and blue spotlights come up and pan the crowd. Mike Shinoda’s voice is heard on the speakers singing.
“Now here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line, throw ‘em up and let something shine, going out of my fucking mind… filthy mouth, no excuse, find a new place to hang this noose, string me up from atop these roofs, high and tight so I won’t get loose.”
By now the fans are going wild and cheering as the spotlights slowly make their way to the top of the entrance ramp where a dim fog begins to form.
“Truth is you can stop and stare, rub myself out and no one cares, dug the trench out and lay down there with a shovel up, out of reach somewhere… yeah, someone pouring in, make it a dirt glass floor again, say your prayers and stomp it out when they bring that chorus in.”
The spotlights come together as one, and the fog fills the top of the ramp until the downbeat hits and a major blue and silver pyrotechnic display goes off and the rest of the arena lights turn up to full. When the smoke clears James Raven is seen on top of the ramp, his hands thrown up over his head and a huge smile on his face.
“I BLEED IT OUT!!! Diggin’ deeper just to throw it away, I BLEED IT OUT!!!”
James makes his way down the ramp, high fiving fans and posing for pictures with several of them until he reaches the base of the ramp.
Masters: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring from Toronto, Ontario Canada and weighing in at 220lbs… He is a WGWF Hall of Fame Alumni, 2011 and 2012 Master of the Mat Winner, 2010 and 2011 Battle Lines 'War Games' Survivor, 2010 Global Cup Winner, a former WGWF Tag Team Champion and former WGWF World Heavyweight Champion… He is James… RAVEN!”
Then, he pauses for a few seconds and sprints for the ring, diving in under the bottom rope and sliding in to the centre of the mat on his hands and knees. He poses for a second, then gets up and runs for the turnbuckle, climbing up and posing yet again for the fans before doing a 360 degree spin off and doing the same on the opposite turnbuckle. As his music fades out he stretches in his corner, waiting for his destiny.
Diamond: “A huge resume in the WGWF alone and potentially tonight the chance to prove that he is still among the elite in the WGWF…”
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The house lights dim out as a single spotlight hits the top of the ramp. Walking out through the curtain and out into the spotlight is none other than M.D.K. He bathes in the light as well as the heat as he has a look of calm across his face before tapping the title that rests on his shoulder as he makes his way down to the ring.
Diamond: “That is a man oozing confidence right now.”
Baxter: “Are you surprised? The guy is on top of the world right now and he is looking to shut any doubt about his ability or merit tonight with victory over James Raven…”
M.D.K. steps into the ring and Raven doesn’t take his eye off of the champion as M.D.K. hands the belt to the referee and tells him to treat it with care. He kisses his fingers and taps the title with a smirk.
Masters: “And his opponent… for the first time in history… From London, England but now residing in Las Vegas Nevada… He weighs in at 270lbs… He is a WGWF Hall of Fame Alumni, the 2017 West Coast Rumble Winner, a former WGWF Internet Champion, a former WGWF Intercontinental Champion and two-time, reigning, defending undisputed WGWF World Heavyweight Champion of the World… M… D… K…!”
The heat is off the charts as Raven offers a mock applause for the achievements as Masters exits the ring and the referee lays down the rules to both men. Raven holds out a hand for M.D.K. to shake and the fans get behind that.
Baxter: “If anybody thinks that M.D.K. will shake that hand or not immediately attack James then they clearly need to watch more WGWF…”
Raven holds up his other hand and gees the crowd up to encourage the handshake and M.D.K. ponders for a second… before reaching out to shake and then pauses. He reaches into his shorts and pulls out a bottle of hand sanitiser and sprays it onto his hand… leading to boos from the crowd.
Diamond: “Such a lack of disrespect…”
Baxter: “Disrespect? Think of those grubby XWF Germs he’ll be carrying around with him.”
Raven sighs and shakes his head, shrugs his shoulders and extends the hand as M.D.K. looks warily at the hand before shaking it warmly… and spraying the rest of the sanitiser into the eyes of Raven!
Baxter: “Told you!”
Raven staggers away as the fans are livid at the cheap shot but the bell hadn’t rung yet! The referee now calls for the starting bell and M.D.K. is immediately on Raven with clubbing blows as he desperately tries to clear his eyes while defending himself from the champion’s assault.
Raven is backed into the corner where M.D.K. puts the boots in before driving a few knees into the side of Raven that drive the wind out of him before locking up the waist of the Icon and tossing him across the ring with a belly to belly suplex! Raven is still wiping his face as M.D.K. rolls up to his feet and poses for the booing crowd before stalking Raven and as he gets to one knee, wraps up the waist and arm of the former World Heavyweight Champion and drives him to the mat with a back suplex!
Baxter: “M.D.K. is looking in shape, he’s looking focused and he’s taking it to James Raven.”
Diamond: “A match like this makes an athlete raise his game M.D.K. clearly has for James.”
Raven clutches the back of his head and M.D.K. rolls back to his feet and strolls towards his downed foe. M.D.K. beckons Raven up and he slowly obliges. M.D.K. tires easily of waiting and drags him to his feet, delivers a few short knees to the ribs and whips Raven into the ropes, he attempts a clothesline but Raven ducks under and instead of charging to the opposite ropes, he waits behind M.D.K., spins him around and delivers a boot to the mid-section and immediately follows up with a swinging neck-breaker to the delight of the fans!
Diamond: “The fans loved that! A fightback from James Raven!”
Raven stands up and smirks broadly as M.D.K. rolls all the way to the edge of the ring and rolls to the outside!
Baxter: “Great tactic by M.D.K. to stop any momentum that Raven could have gotten.”
James walks to the edge of the ring but M.D.K. is already alert and sweeps both feet of Raven from under him and the former champion crashes back first to the mat and M.D.K. scrambles in and makes a cover with both feet on the ropes!
1!
2!
Kick-out!
But Raven is able to pop the shoulder at two to frustrate the current champion. M.D.K. climbs to his feet and Raven is back to one knee but is quickly grabbed by the Champion who puts him into a front headlock, delivers a couple of brutal knees before switching the weight and snap suplexes James Raven down with a crash!
Diamond: “That is the third suplex of the night by M.D.K. on James Raven.”
Baxter: “When you give up fifty pounds to your opponent, you run the risk of being thrown around.”
M.D.K. scrambles to his feet and stands over Raven and calls for him to get to his feet. Raven starts to stir but M.D.K. drags the former champion to his feet, wraps up the arms and tosses him cross the ring with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex!
Baxter: “The crowd are counting the suplexes now! That’s four!”
M.D.K. kneels down by the face of the groggy Raven and clutches at his face.
M.D.K.: “BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!”
He then slaps him hard across the face.
Diamond: “That’s just blatant disrespect from the champion and to a fellow hall of fame alumnus!”
Baxter: “Raven hasn’t even turned up tonight and M.D.K. is teaching him a lesson.”
M.D.K. drags Raven up by his head and charges him backwards into the corner, he clutches Raven’s face and talks more trash at the former Tag Champion before whipping him across the ring. Raven slams into the turnbuckle back first and M.D.K. follows up with a big clothesline but meets nothing but the turnbuckle as Raven slips out of the way. Raven feeds off the crowd’s reaction and takes the back of M.D.K.’s head and drives it into the turnbuckle and the crowd count along with each blow. At eight, he releases and M.D.K. staggers away like a raging bear in pain.
Diamond: “Raven is feeding off the crowd.”
Raven quickly scrambles up the turnbuckle and as M.D.K. turns around, hits a missile dropkick that flattens the champion and the crowd are on their feet! Raven raises his hand and signals to the crowd as he climbs to the top again and points at M.D.K. who slowly climbs to one knee. Raven leaps off for a cross-body but M.D.K. catches him in mid-air and crowd are stunned as he drives him down onto his knee with a rib-breaker. He holds on, steps forwards and hits another one before holding on, launching Raven onto his shoulders and fluidly dropping him with a Samoan drop to the marvel and anger of the crowd!
Baxter: “Raven went high risk to fire up the crowd and M.D.K. just extinguished it with a display of raw power.”
M.D.K. cracks his neck and goes behind Raven, locks up his waist and drives him to the mat with a German Suplex, he locks up the arms of Raven as he holds on and drives him back down with a dragon suplex! As the crowd get to six, he rolls through, locks up the arms of Raven and drives him down with a straitjacket suplex!
Baxter: “That is the seventh suplex on James Raven! And M.D.K. has it still locked up!”
M.D.K. rolls through and shifts Raven’s weight and hauls him up to his feet, into the air and down with an Ore Ga Taue!
Diamond: “Superior-Plex! Suplerior-Plex onto James Raven and this is becoming a clinic!”
Raven is flat out on the mat as M.D.K. cups his ear to the crowd and asks where their god is now! He poses over Raven who isn’t moving and so kicks him to nudge him. Raven stirs and M.D.K. drags him up by the back of the head, and shouts in the face of Raven.
M.D.K.: “Legacy? LEGACY? Here’s what I think of your era and your legacy…”
He spits straight into the face of Raven to the disgust of the crowd before locking up his arms, and driving him to the mat with a HellShot!
Diamond: “HellShot! HellShot on Raven!”
But M.D.K. simply sits up, looks at the motionless Raven and smirks… He stands up, drags Raven up too…
Diamond: “Oh come on now… there is making a point and there is being an asshole…”
M.D.K. locks Raven up again and drives him down with a second…
Baxter: “HellShot! HellShot again and this time locked into the Mancuerda!”
M.D.K. synchs in the Koji Clutch and Raven howls in pain, tries to wriggle free, realises the futility and has no choice but to tap out…
Ding! Ding! Ding!
M.D.K. continues to lock it in as Masters makes the announcement…
Master: “Here is your winner… The WGWF World Heavyweight Champion… M… D… K!!!”
M.D.K. grudgingly releases the hold to be lifted up and have his hand raised by the referee. He looks down on Raven with disgust.
Diamond: “An absolute clinic tonight by M.D.K.! He has shown James Raven, the rest of the WGWF locker-room and in particular Chris Page exactly what M.D.K. can and will do come Caged In!”
Baxter: “This has put Page and anybody else watching at home on notice that M.D.K. is a different man to the one that was champion first time around… he’s bigger, better and far more dangerous…”
Diamond: “And now he as a microphone…”
M.D.K. breathes heavily before crouching down beside the motionless Raven and holds up one finger.
M.D.K.: “One chance… and you blew it…”
Boos from the crowd as M.D.K. stands up and looks at the camera.
M.D.K.: “And Page? I know you are watching at home, hiding behind the sofa and cowering like a bitch. This right here? This is a taste of what I have planned for you, you son of a bitch… Tonight, Alyce and I ran this fucking show from top to bottom and this is just the beginning… Prepare for an era of superiority and it’s gonna continue at Caged In when I make you reminisce all over again about being truly… and utterly… INFERIOR!”
Charlie Big Potato plays and M.D.K. poses with his title as the credits roll.