Post by M.D.K. on Oct 17, 2017 12:01:25 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENT'S
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
"ROAD TO CAGED IN 2017"
10.16.17
BRIDGESTONE ARENA
NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE
The pyros erupt as the camera pans around the arena to focus on fans, signs and fancy dress before we cut to the announce table.
Diamond: “The road to Caged In gets shorter tonight as we are live in Nashville for Monday Night Brawl! I’m Derrick Diamond…”
Baxter: “And I am Derek Baxter and I am also thrilled to be here to witness another action packed Brawl. The two men who will go toe to toe at Caged In for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship are both set to go one on one with someone close to them. For M.D.K., that comes in the shape of Page’s son Andy Johnson and in our main event we will see the Number One Contender Chris Page taking of Alyce Starchylde.”
Diamond: “Starchylde is looking to cement her claim to being the queen of the WGWF, she could do M.D.K. a real service with their Title Match just around the corner.”
Baxter: “And someone who could do that for Alyce tonight is Erik Josten who is taking on her Caged In opponent tonight in a non-title affair.”
Diamond: “Yes, Tristan Slater is scheduled to be here tonight against the TV Champion and with him ducking calls from everybody this week, people are wondering what mind-set Slater will be in tonight ahead of Caged In.”
Baxter: “Alyce is working her way into his head and her plan is working perfectly.”
Diamond: “And before all that… let’s kick things off with a little Intercontinental Title Match…”
Baxter: “WGWF doesn’t do things by halves…”
?: “Ladies and Gentlemen!”
The crowd pop as they realise that Flash Rotten is out to kick things off on Brawl!
Baxter: “Or maybe we can hear what this power mad whelk has to say!”
Rotten: “My name is Flash Rotten…
More pops…
Rotten: “And I am the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl…”
A round of applause as he makes his way down to the ring with a stern look on his face and a microphone in his hand… He climbs into the ring and still looks stern.
Rotten: “Sometimes in this business, you have to make tough decisions… Some are popular while some are less so… For you this one might seem to be a tough one for me but trust me when I say this, it was the simplest decision I have ever had to make.”
He paces the ring as he continues.
Rotten: “I know the way you fans work these days and I know for certain that you read dirt sheets and know more about the superstars here than some of their relatives will know. That includes contracts and when they are due for renewal. As some of you will know, One such contract belonged to a certain ‘God of Game’ Kyle Shane…”
A pop for his name as Rotten grimaces at their reaction. He lets them calm down before continuing.
Rotten: “Yeah… well you may cheer his name, but I have a long memory… cast your mind back to August… and when Mr Shane did this…”
He gestures to the titantron…
We cut back to Flash who has a smile on his face.
Rotten: “What am I gonna do? Well I can answer that right now Mr Shane… You see, I wouldn’t be so crass as to simply fire you and incur the costs that go with such an action. So instead, I bided my time until your contract was up… The tenth of October to be exact and I took one look at your new contract that simply needed a signature from you and more importantly… from me…”
There’s a murmur in the crowd as they start to piece together what Flash is saying. Flash pulls the contract out of his pocket.
Rotten: “It’s this very contract that’s in my hand right now. We sent it to your people and they were happy to sign a nice new fat deal with the WGWF. The only thing stopping it from being a legally binding contract is my signature… All I need is my pen…”
He reaches into his pocket, then his other pocket and then smiles… He pulls out something that isn’t a pen… but rather a lighter. He then ignites the contract in the centre of the ring as the calm smile has changed to ashen fury.
Rotten: “You see Kyle? Do you see what I do to those that cross me? Consider our working relationship over Mr Kyle… we wish you the best… in your future endeavours…”
A big pop for the sheer balls of Flash to do such a thing but also a few boos are audible. Flash lets the crowd to calm down before continuing
Rotten: “You might be wondering about a certain Mr Cable and his scheduled match at Caged In for the Intercontinental Championship… Well don’t you worry about that… Mr Rotten has a plan… he ALWAYS has a plan… His new challenge will be announced sooner rather than later…”
And with a wicked smirk, we cut to a commercial.
***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
MATCH 1:
WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP
JOHN "THE BEAST" CABLE (c)
versus
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY
Grandtheft’s “Keep It 100” is piped in from the rafters of Bridgestone Arena. The Nashville fans stand, cheering as the "Suntan Superman” Christian Connolly heads for the ring.
Diamond: A raucous ovation for Christian Connolly, as he heads to the ring for what promises to be a classic matchup!
Baxter: They should change his theme music to “Taps”, Diamond... because that’s what he’ll be doing at the end of this match. Tapping out to the Beast, Jonathan Cable!
Connolly rolls into the ring and beckons to Donald Masters for the microphone. Masters shrugs, and hands it over.
Diamond: What’s this about?
Baxter: He wants to TALK now?
Connolly: Jonathan Cable [fans start to cheer instantly at the mention of his name], I’ve got no quarrel with you. Hell, I respect you. I've been waiting a long time for this. But tonight, Jonathan? I’m afraid you’re just in the way. You’re in the way of a man who will no longer be denied. You’re in the way of a man who has waited his turn—waited through surgery, waited through rehab, waited through scandal—and a man who’s not going to wait any longer! Tonight, I serve notice to every singles competitor in that locker room. Get used to what you see tonight. Get used to seeing a face etched in pain. Get used to seeing a body broken by impact after impact against this canvas. And get used to seeing MY HAND raised in victory. MY NAME IS CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY, AND I AM THE SUNTAN SUPERMAN!!
The fans are roaring as Connolly flips the microphone back over his shoulder to the canvas.
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cable makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match.
Baxter: We've heard the talker, Diamond-and he's good at it-but here comes a man who doesn't HAVE to talk! Jonathan Cable, quite simply the finest technical wrestler today-if not the best the world has ever seen!
Diamond: There's no doubt as to Cable's skills, but I just wonder if he is going to underestimate Christian Connolly.
Baxter: Cable hasn't just wrestled the best, Diamond. He has BEATEN the best! That is what makes him a cut above.
Meanwhile, Cable has reached the ring and Masters has wrapped up his introductions. Cable gives the fans a glance before stepping to centre ring, where Connolly is waiting. Cable gets right in Superman's face.
Diamond: We've grown familiar with this scene... Jonathan Cable, trying to get into the head of his opponent.
Baxter: I'm sure he heard what Connolly had to say, too. I guarantee you Jonathan didn't take kindly to being referred to as a roadblock.
Connolly remains totally impassive, while referee Thomas Giles gets Cable back to his corner. Cable tosses the IC title to the referee and he holds it up for all to see.
DING DING DING!
Cable makes a beeline for Connolly again, who extends his hand to the champion!
Baxter: Sportsmanship?! BOOOO!
Cable ponders C2's hand, clasps it quickly and then lunges for a collar and elbow. Christian barely gets his arms up in time, and Cable bulls him back toward the ropes, then muscles him into the southeast corner of the ring. The ref tries to intercede, making a five count as Connolly signals for a clean break. Cable releases Connolly at four... then backs out of the corner.
Cable: Any time I want, C2. I can make you tap any time I want!
Connolly starts out of the corner and they lock up again. Cable yanks Connolly into a side headlock, working the hold and forcing C2 down to one knee. He then chain wrestles into a front face-lock, grinding Connolly's head and neck in the crook of his arm.
Baxter: Right away Diamond, Jonathan Cable is going after the surgically repaired neck of Christian Connolly. That surgery scar might as well be a big old bull's-eye for The Beast!
Cable goes back to the side headlock and swings Connolly over to the mat.
The Suntan Superman hollers out in pain as Cable continues to crank on his head and neck.
Diamond: You don't see many wrestlers who can make even a simple headlock a devastating and energy-sapping manoeuvre.
Baxter: That's why Jonathan Cable is the best!
Suddenly C2 rolls Cable over onto his shoulders.
One-Cable starts to roll back over but Connolly shifts the technician back onto his shoulders in another pinning predicament.
One-Cable starts to roll back and again Connolly rolls Cable back onto his shoulders.
One-Cable finally kicks free, rolling to his feet and heading right for Connolly again.
Diamond: Connolly left Cable with just one avenue of escape there...
C2 reaches a knee and catches Cable with a forearm shot to the gut! Jonathan barely flinches, answering with a forearm shot across the back of the neck and a double chop to the trapezius muscles. But Connolly tags Jonathan in the stomach again.
Baxter: His abs are rock hard; that's like punching a brick wall!
Cable sneers and kicks Connolly in the side of the head. He bends to pull Christian into a standing head-scissors, when suddenly C2 pulls Cable's feet out from under him and flips forward.
Diamond: Double leg bridge!
One...
Cable bridges out!
The two men jockey for position, until Cable hooks Connolly for a back-slide. He gets to his knees first, pulling The Suntan Superman down into the pinning predicament.
One...
T-Connolly kicks free. Cable rolls to his feet, but C2 is there and catches him with an arm drag! The crowd pops as Connolly cinches in an arm bar on Cable's right arm.
Baxter: WHOA!
Diamond: Christian Connolly gets the best of Jonathan Cable in that exchange, and that's not something you see every day!
Already Cable is twisting back and forth on the mat, trying to escape the hold. Connolly has his left knee jammed into Cable's shoulder joint while he pulls back on the arm, trying to keep the technician grounded. Cable, meanwhile, tries to roll into the pressure, and catches Connolly with a punch to the calf. Then another! C2 grimaces, and Cable shoves him away and stands, pulling C2 up into another side headlock, but Christian twists free and starts to go for a top wristlock! The two men jockey for position...
Diamond: So far a solid technical contest between these two competitors.
The taller Cable, however, is starting to get the upper hand. As he starts to bend C2 back, Christian just lets his body go limp! The sudden absence of resistance sends Cable leaning forward, and C2 arm drags him back over to the mat, rolling to his feet. But Cable is right there to meet him and catches Christian with a kick to the gut! Sneering, he goes for the side headlock again, but Connolly shoves Cable off and into the ropes. Cable hooks the rope to prevent bouncing back.
Connolly is bouncing from foot to foot now and several fans applaud respectfully as Cable circles The Suntan Superman, sizing him up. Cable moves in for another collar and elbow, when Connolly drops his arms and goes for a kick to the gut. Cable catches his leg and leg whips C2 over to the mat!
Baxter: UH OH!
Cable bends to go for some sort of leg lock, but Connolly reaches up and pulls Cable down into a cradle.
Diamond: SMALL PACKAGE!
One!
Tw-Cable reverses!
One!
Tw-C2 reverses!
One!
Tw-Cable reverses!
One!
Tw-C2 kicks out!
C2 kips up, and catches Cable with a kick to the chest as he gets to his knees! The smack echoes through the building as Connolly hooks one of Cable's arms and ensnares him in a Majistral cradle.
One!
Two!
Cable rolls over, pinning Connolly to the mat.
One!
Two!
Connolly gets his shoulder up and wrenches free, only to have Cable drive an elbow down across the back of his neck. He pounces onto The Suntan Superman, hooking his left arm.
Baxter: HERE IT COMES, Diamond!
But Connolly answers with a savage and frantic series of back elbows with his free hand. They find various targets-the side of the head, the ear, and the nose - until Cable's grip starts to lessen. Connolly rolls free of Cable, who's now on all fours, and charges to ensnare him in the Oklahoma Roll!
One!
Two!
Cable kicks free, and both men kip up!
They turn to face one another in a stalemate as the Bridgestone Arena fans come to their feet and applaud.
Diamond: Folks, a FANTASTIC display of technical wrestling! You won't see anything better, and these Nashville fans realize that and are showing their appreciation.
The two men start to circle again, then move in for a collar and elbow. Connolly feints, and catches Cable in a go-behind, swinging the champion over and down to the mat with a classic amateur takedown! Connolly tries to keep his hands locked but already Cable is trying to roll free.
Diamond: The Suntan Superman is doing his best to outwrestle Cable!
Baxter: That's not possible Diamond and you know it!
C2 stays right with him, his hands still locked, as Cable rolls left and right trying to get out from under The Suntan Superman. Finally, he twists free and ensnares C2 in a reverse waist lock of his own, popping his hips to DRILL Connolly with a German suplex!
Diamond: OOOH WHAT A SUPLEX!
Cable bridges.
One!
Two!
Connolly gets a shoulder up, and Cable keeps hold, rolling back to his feet.
Baxter: Connolly landed right on the back of his head. I don't think he knows where he is right now!
C2 staggers forward, trying to reach the ropes, and grabbing the top strand with his right hand. Cable rears back and tags C2 with a BLISTERING forearm across the back. And another! And another and another and another! Finally Connolly lets go, and Cable hoists him into the air for a delayed belly-to-back suplex...
But before he can drop the hammer, Connolly twists in Cable's grip, hooking him and bringing him back over to the mat with a side headlock takedown!
Diamond: What a counter!
Cable ends up rolling forward through the ropes, landing on his feet. As he turns back, C2 goes for a baseball slide dropkick, but Cable sidesteps it. He grabs Connolly by the ankle and waistband as he slides out, then turns, tossing C2 INTO THE BLACK SECURITY BARRIER!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Connolly flops face first to the mat, grabbing at the back of his head and kicking his feet weakly.
Baxter: That... was... AWESOME!
Diamond: Jonathan Cable used Connolly's own momentum and FIRED him into that black ringside barrier!
Grimacing, Connolly starts to push himself back to his feet before slumping back to the floor. Cable turns to face The Suntan Superman, and starts to enter the ring.
Diamond: Looks like Cable might try and get the count out victory.
But instead the Beast rolls right back out to the floor.
Baxter: Hahaha, Connolly wishes he were that lucky!
Cable pulls C2 up and shoves his carcass into the ring.
Baxter: Show it again! Show C2 eating the ring barrier!
The production staff obliges, going to a split screen. While Connolly tries gamely to reach his feet in live action, the replay shows The Suntan Superman zip out of the ring with the baseball slide dropkick, only to have Cable avoid it, grab Connolly by the leg and waistband and swing him into the barrier.
Diamond: Like a human baseball bat!
Back to live action, and Cable has pulled Connolly into a front face-lock. He drives one knee up into C2's ribcage. Then the other. Then repeats. Then Cable uses his left elbow and begins smashing it down into Connolly's upper back and neck with machine-like efficiency and force.
Baxter: Cable can do it all, Diamond. Classic technical, strong style, brawling, he's a master of every kind of technique!
Cable hooks both of Connolly's arms, and hoists him for a double under-hook. He hoists C2 for a Tiger Bomb, but instead shifts him 90 degrees in mid-air so that Connolly's upper back comes CRASHING DOWN across an outstretched knee!
The fans groan at the impact as C2 flops to the canvas, grabbing at his neck and screaming in pain.
Baxter: OHHH WOW!
Diamond: Jonathan Cable pulling out ALL the stops, and Christian Connolly is hurt!
Cable goes for the pin.
One...
Two...
Connolly gets a shoulder up.
Cable covers again, jamming a forearm into the side of Connolly's face and pressing his head flat against the canvas.
One...
Two... Another shoulder up!
Cable merely rolls over, hooking C2's left arm with his legs, and his right arm behind Cable's left arm. Cable sits Connolly up, then brings his hands up and locks them under C2's chin, yanking back.
Diamond: What the HELL do you call that?!
With Connolly's arms both restrained, Cable yanks back on Connolly's neck.
Baxter: I don't know but it ROCKS!
Connolly twists back and forth, his legs kicking vainly for the ropes that lie significantly out of reach as he SCREAMS in agony. Meanwhile, Cable is rocking back and forth, a smug smile on his face as he tortures The Suntan Superman, enjoying the screams of pain and prayers to a God who prefers not to listen at the moment.
Diamond: I don't know how much more of this Christian Connolly can take!
C2 slumps back, and Cable sits up, making sure his shoulders don't touch the canvas. Christian, however, plants his feet on the canvas and pushes his butt up off the mat, rolling Cable back onto his shoulders!
One!
Tw-Cable screams in exertion as he pulls Connolly up and off him, reapplying the hold-but doing so gets C2 entangled in the ropes behind him and he has to break!!
Diamond: An innovative counter to an even more innovative submission hold, but Christian Connolly now looks spent!
Cable lets out a howl of frustration and gets to his feet, while Connolly stays face down on the canvas, groaning in pain. The Beast kneels across C2's back, waffling him in one side of the face then the other with some strong forearm shots. He sits down on Connolly's back, and starts to hook a Camel Clutch-when suddenly Cable's features contort in pain!
Perhaps, because Christian Connolly has caught two of the technician's fingers between his teeth.
Baxter: BITING! HE'S BITING, DERRICK!
Thomas Giles issues a frantic five count, and Connolly lets Cable go. He rolls off, clutching his wounded fingers-two on one hand and one on the other-to his body and checking them. Meanwhile, Connolly is crawling for the ropes. Cable, now muttering a stream of curses, heads right back for The Suntan Superman, yanking him up to his knees and going for the half nelson.
Diamond: Again! Can he hook it?
Connolly, meanwhile, is lunging desperately for the ropes with his free hand. Cable locks the hold... but Connolly gets hold of the middle rope a second later! He grips it like a dying man would a life preserver, and Cable keeps C2 in the hold, wrenching him away from the ropes and over onto his belly!
Diamond: COME ON! He got to the ropes!
Giles is giving Cable a five count, and the Beast looks the official dead in the eye as the count reaches two...
Three...
Four...
Fiv-Cable lets go.
Baxter: Ha! Smart! Cable had a five count and he used every bit of it to exact a little more punishment on The Suntan Superman!
Connolly is weakly crawling for the ropes, and Cable heads right back for him. He pulls C2 to a kneeling position, and waffles him with another forearm shot. Suddenly C2 drops, twisting and grabbing Cable by the waistband of his trunks. As C2 falls he yanks forward, sending Cable spilling through the ropes out to the floor!
Diamond: Whoa!
Baxter: CAREFUL!
Cable is down on the outside, while referee Thomas Giles tries to check on Christian Connolly-who shoves him away.
Diamond: Cable... I think Cable is a little shaken up by that spill to the floor.
A replay shows Cable go spilling out, and using his right hand to try and break his fall. He lands awkwardly on that limb, also hitting his head.
Baxter: His right arm, Diamond! See that?
Diamond: I guarantee you that the rest of the roster did!
Referee Thomas Giles starts a 10 count, but Cable is up at five, and getting back onto the apron at seven.
Surprisingly, Connolly is there to meet him. C2 hooks Cable and snaps his neck against the top rope, then reaches through the ropes to keep Cable from falling back to the floor.
Diamond: Christian Connolly getting a second wind!
Baxter: How's he getting this burst of energy, Diamond?! It's unnatural!
Connolly pulls Cable into a front face-lock, and goes to suplex him into the ring, but the technician blocks! Cable catches C2 with a punch to the ribs, and hoists HIM for a suplex.
Diamond: Oh no! Suplex to the floor!
But Connolly twists free, and lands on the apron beside Cable. His right leg buckles and Cable grabs him, slamming a knee into the side of The Suntan Superman's head.
Baxter: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!
Connolly is a bit woozy and Cable pauses, doing a little bit of show boating before yanking C2 back up-and taking a finger to the eye!
Baxter: HEY!
Connolly steps closer to Cable, partially blocking the ref's view and raises a knee into the Beast's crotch! Jonathan's eyes bulge in pain as the crowd lets out a lusty roar. C2 starts to stumble again, and as he moves back in Cable takes a swing at his foe. Connolly grabs Cable's right arm, hooks him in a face-lock AND LEAPS OFF THE APRON! CONNOLLY DRILLS CABLE INTO THE FLOOR WITH A SINGLE ARM DDT OFF THE APRON!
Diamond and Baxter: WHOOOOOOA!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Diamond: SINGLE ARM DDT OFF THE RING APRON! CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY JUST TOOK THIS MATCH TO AN INTENSE LEVEL BY DOING THAT!
Connolly sits up, his eyes still glassy from the beating he's sustained. Meanwhile Jonathan Cable is down... and screaming.
Baxter: Jonathan is HURT, Diamond!
Diamond: Indeed he is, let's check the replay.
The replay shows Connolly and Cable leaping off, with Cable taking the entire impact of their combined weight on his right shoulder.
Referee Thomas Giles is out now, trying to check Cable's arm-when Connolly shoves the official away!
Baxter: Hey!
Connolly yanks Cable up. The Beast's right arm is hanging limply at his side.
Diamond: I... I think Cable might have dislocated his shoulder!
Connolly turns and, with a malevolent grin, sends Cable shoulder first into the stairs. Cable rolls onto his back after the impact, grabbing at his arm and yelling out in pain.
Diamond: Well if he did, C2 just popped it back in for him!
Baxter: I feel sick...
Referee Thomas Giles is back in the ring, and has started a brisk 10 count. C2 rolls into the ring and right back out to break it, before moving back in toward Cable. He pulls The Beast to his feet, and forward until he slumps against the steps. Connolly gets on the other side of the steps, grabbing Cable by the right wrist, and WRAPPING his arm around the steel ring post!
Then Connolly grabs his wrist and does it again!
Baxter: THIS ISN'T WRESTLING!!!
Diamond: But it's effective!
Connolly rolls in and out to break the count again, before shoving Cable back into the ring.
Baxter: This is awful! Jonathan Cable was supposed to dominate this match-and he was! But now, his arm...
Connolly, meanwhile, has Cable's right arm and is scaling to the top rope. Connolly grabs Cable by the wrist, summons the spirit of Ole Anderson-who isn't dead to the poetic misfortune of the metaphor-and leaps off, ramming his knee into Cable's shoulder! Before Cable even has time to scream, Connolly rolls over and hooks a Fujiwara arm bar on Cable!
Diamond: FUJIWARA ARMBAR! CONNOLLY HAS IT! C2 immediately begins to rotate his body to put himself between Cable and the ropes.
The Beast, meanwhile, is screaming in pain.
Grimacing, Cable rolls INTO the pressure and tags Connolly with a blatant closed fist to the side of the head. Then another! C2 releases his grip enough for Cable to twist free and roll to the other side of the ring, grabbing at his shoulder.
Connolly stands and heads for Cable, who lowers a shoulder and tackles C2 to the mat!
Diamond: Spear by Cable!
Baxter: He used his good arm to take the impact too!
Cable kneels across C2 and starts HAMMERING him with left forearm shots to the head. Cable stands, BELLOWING in fury, as he motions for Connolly to stand. C2 starts to try and rise, a string of bloody saliva trailing from his lip. Cable walks up behind him and hooks the Crossface Chicken-wing.
Baxter: THERE IT IS!
Cable grits his teeth as he goes to lock it in, but as soon as Connolly starts resisting and pulling his arm down, Cable releases-clawing for his shoulder!
Diamond: Cable's arm! His shoulder couldn't take the pressure when C2 started to fight back!
C2 stands, turns to Cable, kicks him in the gut and pulls him into a front face-lock!
Connolly under-hooks Cable's arms..
Diamond: CROWNING GLORY!
Baxter: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Cable is motionless after taking C2's double-arm DDT, and The Suntan Superman flops across him.
One...
Two...
Three...
Diamond: IT'S OVER!
Baxter: NO! NO! CABLE GOT A FOOT IN THE ROPES!
Indeed, referee Thomas Giles is signalling two, as Cable's left foot is barely touching the bottom rope.
Connolly rolls over, frustration evident on his face, and goes behind Cable, making a throat-slitting gesture.
Diamond: Might be time for the One Bad Dream!
Favouring his neck as he waits for Cable to rise, Connolly moves into position. Then, as Cable stands, he strikes!
Connolly grabs Cable by the right arm, yanking it back to an accompanying screech of pain. Then, as he goes to wrap an arm around Cable's neck and complete the Cobra Clutch portion of his hold, Cable's left hand reaches up and grabs Connolly's forearm, strong fingers digging into his flesh. With a bellow of effort Cable bends forward, flipping Connolly over him and to the mat with a judo throw!
Baxter: THERE WE GO!
Connolly stays down, winded from the exertion of the match and dazed by the impact, while Cable staggers back into the ropes, instinctively clutching at his right arm and also trying to rotate it gingerly and get a better range of motion.
Diamond: HOW TOUGH IS JONATHAN CABLE?! He's got only one healthy arm right now and he's still in position to win this match!
Baxter: What about C2? He shoulda been done a LONG time ago.
One armed, Cable starts to peel his opponent off of the canvas and slogs an exhausted Connolly with a left handed cross shot to the jaw. The blow sends Superman tumbling through the ropes, although with little velocity allowing him to plant his feet on the apron and slump across the ropes. Connolly's position leaves his neck exposed, inviting the tenacious Cable to loop the former tag champion's arm across his neck, the tell-tale set up to a suplex back into the ring... a move that certainly wouldn't do Connolly's targeted neck any favours. Cable leans back, but his unwillingness to risk using his right arm gives Connolly a greater window of opportunity to block the move. Cable tries to raise him again, but once more Connolly's resolve to wrap his foot around the ropes is enough to prevent the suplex from being executed.
Diamond: Connolly blocks and blocks a SECOND TIME!
Maintaining his position on the edge of the apron, Connolly shoots his knee through the ropes and plants it firmly in the breadbasket of Cable. Perspiration sprays off of Cable as he doubles over, giving Connolly the situation he was hoping for. Digging deep, the other half of the DVC throws himself over the ropes and rolls down Cable's back before trying to roll him up with a sunset flip.
Diamond: Wait... SUNSET FLIP-NO! Cable is clinging to the top rope for dear life and with just ONE HAND!
Cable strains, clasping his left hand firmly around the width of the rope. The counterweight of Connolly trying to pull him over is wrenching at the champion's joints. Surely one damaged shoulder was enough? Knowing that his only chance to preserving his vertical base is to use both arms, Cable tries to raise his right arm. The motion however causes pain to shoot through his shoulder. Instead of trying again though, he decided to just let go completely and drop all his weight on top of Connolly, holding him down to the mat.
One...
Two...
Cable hooks Connolly's left leg with his left arm.
.
.
Three!
Connolly pushes upwards with his legs, pushing Cable off of him that comes nano-seconds too late. Despite being the victor, Cable simply slumps sideways and places a hand on his damaged shoulder while Connolly simply falls backwards onto the canvas looking up at the lights and wondering just how much of a toll this match has taken out of him.
Diamond: CABLE GOT IT! What an end to one of the most brutal, submission fuelled matches I have seen in years!
Baxter: Yes! I knew he'd do it!
Masters: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner... ANNNND STILL INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION... JOHN CABLE!!
The fans in Nashville are on their feet applauding both men. The standing ovation was certainly earnt.
Diamond: “What a way to kick off the show tonight with an amazing contest between two top prospects in the WGWF.”
Baxter: “Cable pulls out the win and got a chance to get laid this week! Everything is coming up Cable!”
As the bell tolls proclaiming John Cable still the WGWF Intercontinental Champion, Pop Evil's 'Trenches' blares through the arena, and the fans go wild.
John climbs to his feet, and then reaches a hand down to Christian Connolly to help him up.
Connolly looks up at John, and after a long moment, takes his hand as the two men face each other in the ring. John lifts Connolly's arm into the air and calls for a round of applause for the Suntan Superman and asks for a mic as the Referee hands him his Title.
Connolly soaks in his moment of praise before exiting the ring and leaving the stage to the Intercontinental Champion.
“So... it would seem that the biggest draw for WGWF Caged In has been scrapped.” John starts to loud boos from the crowd.
“It would seem, that for all his bluster, Kyle Shane's self-doubt about his ability to take back what he once thought was rightfully his has caused him to fall short of the mark of excellence and honour among warriors, and through his own fits of tantrum, Flash Rotten has decided to not renew his contract.” he says to more boos from the crowd.
“Now... I for one applaud the actions of Flash Rotten in this, a most despicable display of childishness the WGWF has ever had to deal with, and I am glad to see Rotten standing up for not only the fans... who deserve more from their superstars than what we have seen out of Kyle Shane recently, but the WGWF as well.” he states to a mixed pop.
“Seriously... I wondered how long it would take for the governance of the WGWF to stand up to those low brow, stampeding Neanderthals in the back who just want to kick and bitch whenever something doesn't go their way, and squeal like little piggies when their feelings get hurt. I was sick of it all... and the WGWF deserved a better calibre of champion than that. So do you.” he says to a loud pop from the crowd starting to get where he is headed with all of this.
“Now... if the WGWF could only find some serious competition for a Champion like me at Cage In...” he starts with a smile standing in the centre of the ring, holding the Intercontinental championship above his head. Suddenly, the lights begin to flicker as does the PA system. After a few moments, the arena goes dark and the music stops.
Diamond: What the hell?
Baxter: Did Flash Rotten forget to pay the electric bill again?
Suddenly, a sound can be heard coming over the PA system....
“BEEP, BEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.”
Green, white and red pyros burst up along the stage before one final ball of fire blasts up from the centre of the stage leaving a cloud of smoke pouring toward the ceiling of the arena. After a few minutes of silence, leaving the crowd with nothing but questions of what is to come....a familiar song blasts over the PA system.
The crowd explodes into cheers, as green, white and red strobe lights circle around the arena.
Diamond: What the hell? Is it really him?
Baxter: If it is, things are about to get very interesting, to say the least!
After a few moments, right on the chorus, the lights come on suddenly and a red liquid resembling blood pours down from the rafters, right onto John Cable and the entire ring. Cable looks furious as he stands covered in that red liquid, sputtering, trying to wipe it away from his face. The music cuts, the lights turn off once again; this time only for a few seconds. When the lights come back on, standing in the ring behind John Cable is WGWF Hall of Famer "BIGG RIGG" JOHN GAMBINO. The crowd erupts once again, but Cable doesn't know what their problem is. Gambino stands there, a smile on his face as he waits for Cable to turn around.
Diamond: HOLY SHIT! IT'S REALLY HIM! HE LOOKS BETTER THAN EVER!
Baxter: Uh-oh, Cable had better turn around.
Diamond: Or maybe, he shouldn't. I think when he turns around is when all hell is going to break loose.
John Cable slowly turns around, still looking at the "blood" dripping from his body in disgust. As he gets fully turned around, he sees who is behind him. Cable's eyes widen in shock, as he mouths "What the fuck!?" Gambino playfully waves, before exploding out of the corner, nearly turning Cable inside out with THE RAGE! Gambino beats his fists on his chest, much to the delight of the crowd. Gambino celebrates with the crowd for a few minutes, until Cable makes it onto his knees. Bigg Rigg then runs against the ropes and hits THE FLATLINE! Bigg Rigg grabs the ropes and shakes them Ultimate Warrior style, before signalling to the announcer outside for a mic. The announcer hands Bigg Rigg a mic, he walks over to the fallen body of John Cable and peers down at him with a smile on his face.
BIGG RIGG: Cable, IF YOU WANT COMPETITION....YOU'VE GOT IT! And if you want blood, BITCH, I'LL SPILL SO MUCH OF YOURS THE RED CROSS WILL BE JEALOUS!
Gambino tosses the mic onto Cable's body, as "If you want blood (You've Got It)" by AC/DC blasts again and the crowd once again shows their excitement in the form of cheering their asses off.
Diamond: I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT WE HAVE JUST SEEN HERE! THIS PLACE HAS COME UNGLUED! WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
The show cuts to a commercial.
***COMMERCIAL***
M.D.K. is backstage with Alyce and both are lounging on their thrones and smiling at each other as two of the dwarves are polishing their boots while the other two are fanning them with over-sized leaves.
M.D.K.: “This is the life isn’t it?”
Alyce turns to the World Heavyweight Champion and smiles.
M.D.K.: “Hey come on… it might not be the Island of Sirens or wherever the hell you come from but you have four squires tending to your every whim and the Alpha and Omega of the WGWF scratching any other itches that you might have…”
Starchylde: “Well… when you put it like that, how can I not love every minute.”
M.D.K.: “Tonight is the night though my Queen… your chance to shine in the Main Event against the man who I will humble once again at Caged In… Tonight is the night you get to show the world what you can do.”
Starchylde: “And you are going to be beating his son around the ring like a wicked stepfather…”
A wicked smile creeps across his lips.
M.D.K.: “I think we should offer Christopher a complete beating tonight…”
Starchylde: “And what is my King thinking of?”
M.D.K.: “Last week… Last week, I was left looking like a fool in the middle of the ring and nobody does that to me. Nobody…”
He snaps his head to glower at the dwarf that is fanning him.
M.D.K.: “UP AND DOWN YOU GORMLESS FUCK HOW MANY MORE TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?”
He slaps the dwarf fanning him upside the head before looking down at his boot. He frowns and kicks his second dwarf straight on the nose.
M.D.K.: “Does that look shiny enough to you Dobby?”
Roger: “They are supposed to have a Matte Finish on them my lord…”
M.D.K.: “Did I ask for fashion advice off of you Jimmy fucking Choo? Keep working on them until you can see that moronic little face in them! You know what… you’re getting a punishment tonight…”
Starchylde: “It’s clearly still irking you.”
M.D.K.: “You could say that… you could also say that you beating the tar out of him tonight won’t do it justice.”
Starchylde: “What are you thinking?”
M.D.K. beckons Alyce in for a whisper and leans into her ear. She purrs with approval like a cat as a smile creeps across her face. M.D.K. sits back and smiles as he raises his eyebrows and rests his chin on his hand.
M.D.K.: “Well… what do you think?”
Starchylde: “All you did was nibble on my ear. That was just… swell… but what is the plan?”
M.D.K. leans in again but stops himself. He then looks straight into the camera and looks disgusted at the presence of the viewer. He wafts the camera away.
M.D.K.: “Go on… off you fuck you peasant…”
*** Hype Video for Caged In***
MATCH 2:
NON TITLE
ERIK JOSTEN (c)
versus
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER
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.
Masters: “The following Non-Title Match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 320lbs… He is the WGWF Television Champion… Erik… JOSTEN!”
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.
Diamond: “An absolute beast of a man with a real test of character tonight going up against one of the best in the business.”
Baxter: “That’s if Tristan has pulled his head out of the rabbit hole he calls John Cable’s ass…”
Slater’s music hits and the crowd are on their feet… The flashbulbs erupt and… nobody is there… The music continues and Josten moves to the ropes to wait for Slater appear to no avail… The music stops and the crowd starts to boo…
Baxter: “Slater clearly can’t be bothered tonight…”
Diamond: “I very much doubt that. I sense foul play afoot…”
Baxter: “Good god, is he on commission for that song to be played?”
Suddenly a familiar face appears on the ramp as one of the Squires appears dressed as Tristan Slater complete with long blonde wig… The crowd boo as the dwarf looks back towards the gorilla position where he is prodded by a familiar looking sceptre…
Diamond: “This has got Alyce written all over it…”
Baxter: “Now, now! No need to jump to conclusions… Hey it’s Dobby!”
Diamond: “His name is Roger…”
Baxter: “He who pays the wage, chooses the name… that’s an old Korean saying…”
Diamond: “How high are you tonight?”
Baxter: “Yes…”
The squire climbs the steps and into the ring and with a deep sigh, poses in the style of Tristan Slater. He removes his Slater style jacket and Josten looks him up and down before arguing with the referee of the validity of the match.
Diamond: “I think Josten is wondering if this will count if it’s not actually Tristan in the ring.”
Baxter: “Right music, right look… it’s obviously him!”
The squire pulls out an elaborate scroll and is passed a microphone.
Roger: “Lords, Ladies and Gentleman… I am Tristan Slater. Forgive my small stature but it was deemed appropriate that to match other parts of me, I would move my body to make sure everything is to scale… And while I may be soiling myself about Caged In and reaching the pinnacle of emasculation when the Mad Queen of the WGWF castrates me… I’m sure as hell not scared of you…”
He sighs deeply before walking over to Josten and jabbing him in the leg with a firm finger. Erik looks down at his opponent and raises his arms and protests at the imbalance of such a contest. The referee shrugs his shoulders and rings the bell and the crowd are booing this. The dwarf starts some jumping jacks to get warmed up before performing some karate moves into thin air.
Baxter: “Tristan has clearly been working out!”
Diamond: “This is a farce! Erik is being humiliated by being forced to take part in this match and Slater is clearly somewhere he shouldn’t be… This has M.D.K. and Starchylde’s fingerprints all over it.”
‘Slater’ then aims a karate kick at the knee of Josten who now looks annoyed. He balls up his fists and connects with the Liberty Bellclap!
Diamond: “Josten is sick of the charade! He nearly popped that kid’s head like a zit!”
‘Slater’ is swaying on the spot like a losing character in Mortal Kombat as Josten backs into the ropes, drops to one knee and connects with The Long Arm of the Law clothesline which causes ‘Slater’ to tumble in the air like a kicked can! He flops to the mat and remains motionless as Josten looks unimpressed as he makes the cover.
Diamond: “The referee could count to a hundred…”
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Baxter: “Three will do…”
Masters: “Here is your winner… Erik Josten!”
Erik grudgingly has his hand raised in victory and above the applause from the crowd, we hear one clap louder than them all. It’s the man at the top of the ramp… it’s Nick Ryan who has a microphone in his hand. The crowd notice him and start to boo… Nick waves the crowd away with a grimace.
Ryan: “Oh please! You guys are too kind! But seriously Erik… A big man like you trying to warm up against midgets? Is this what a Television Champion stands for?”
Erik beckons for Donald Masters to hand him his microphone.
Josten: “Is that how you’re gonna play it? Throw a dwarf at me and take the piss out of me?”
Nick Ryan continues with a chuckle…
Ryan: “Listen up big boy… You might have big dreams about being this big superstar now that you have that gold around your waist but at Caged In, I am gonna be the dream wrecker… for both you and that pencil necked prick Andy Johnson. Both of you dream of being someone special. Andy dreams of living up to daddy’s shadow while you just want someone to know you as something more than… that big guy who used to tag with Christian Connolly…”
Huge boos from the crowd as Josten looks wounded by that comment. Ryan smirks and continues.
Ryan: “So big man, you put on those big boy pants and get ready for Caged In because it’s when you have to say goodbye to that WGWF Television Championship… It’s not a slight on you Erik, it’s not a dream either… it’s an inevitability…”
The crowd boos as Hero by Skillet plays as Nick Ryan heads to the back again leaving Josten looking irritated.
***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
Backstage M.D.K. is walking towards to ramp-way to prepare for his match when he is grabbed by the arm by an irate looking Flash Rotten.
Rotten: “What was that all about?”
M.D.K.: “I beg your pardon?”
Rotten: “That whole thing with Slater. It had you and Alyce’s fingerprints all over it…”
M.D.K.: “Are you saying that all dwarves look the same?”
Rotten: “Well… no…”
M.D.K.: “That sounds like a hate crime in waiting if you ask me.”
Rotten: “Cut the bullshit Danny… where did you take him?”
M.D.K. pauses, adjusts his title and then closes his eyes and sighs deeply before turning back to Flash.
M.D.K.: “OK, I’m going to give you three truths right now. One, I didn’t lay a finger on Tristan fucking Slater; that ship has passed for now… Two, the next time you accost me in the corridor right before a match, a will feed you your fucking front teeth and then give you a mouthful of your own shoes for dessert… and three, don’t think that your little speech earlier with you throwing your weight around means fuck all to me. You did what you did to Kyle Shane… you wouldn’t have the bollocks to do it to a man like me… do you understand me?”
Flash tries desperately to avoid eye contact with the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion. M.D.K. leans down to be eye level with the GM Of Brawl.
M.D.K.: “You get a fourth fact for free… This place? It’s my kingdom. Your tenure here is by my grace and favour and you should count your lucky stars each and every day that I ignore you… Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a match to prepare for…”
He saunters past Flash who is now lost for words. As M.D.K. moves out of shot, Flash is visibly seething.
***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
MATCH 3:
NON TITLE
ANDY JOHNSON
versus
M.D.K.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=86zLk2czVIk
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.
Masters: “The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall. Making is way to the ring first. He hails from Las Vegas Nevada by way of London England and weighs in at 270lbs… He is the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion… M… D… K…!
Diamond: “A chance tonight for M.D.K. to really get one over on his Caged In challenger.”
Baxter: “M.D.K. will be looking to set an example to Page no doubt.”
He hands the referee his title and places his sceptre down in the corner carefully. The referee goes to move it but M.D.K. tells the referee to think otherwise.
"Everyday Normal Guy" hits the speakers to a huge ovation from the crowd. Andy Johnson makes his way out to the ramp and looks apprehensive as M.D.K. looks out at his opponent and smiles at him as he starts to head down to the ring.
Masters: “Introducing his opponent, on his way to the ring... From Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 185lbs… "THE EVERYDAY NORMAL GUY" ANDY JOHNSON!!!
Diamond: “On paper this is quite the mismatch but Andy showed M.D.K. last time that he is no pushover.”
Baxter: “That was when M.D.K. didn’t have the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He has to prove a point each and every week.”
The pair circle each other in the ring and M.D.K. goes for the collar and elbow tie up but Andy shimmies through and ducks the attempt leaving M.D.K. swiping at shadows. He looks annoyed but then just smirks at Johnson.
Diamond: “Andy trying to show that he doesn’t fear M.D.K. and also trying to display that he has speed over the champion.”
Baxter: “And the moment that M.D.K. catches him, he’s gonna regret that decision.”
They go for another collar and elbow and Andy does the same thing. M.D.K. places his hands on his hips and Andy beckons M.D.K. over and promises to do it properly this time. The pair go to lock up and this time it’s M.D.K. who sidesteps the attempt but adds a knee to the midsection of Johnson who gets doubled over in pain and gets the fans up on their feet in rage.
Baxter: “And that is why you don’t try and play with the champion…”
Johnson goes to straighten up but M.D.K. is on top of him and hits a back suplex that drives the smaller man into the mat. M.D.K. stands straight back up and dusts himself down. He then looks down at the groaning Johnson and tells him to get up.
Baxter: “This is bread and butter for the champion and this will build character in Mr Johnson…”
Diamond: “What… by bullying him?”
Johnson gets to his hands and knees and M.D.K. reaches out a hand to The Everyday Normal Guy who looks up at M.D.K. warily but is met with a smile from the champion. Andy smiles back at the champ and accepts the hand and helped to his feet. M.D.K. keeps hold of the hand of Johnson as he checks on him before dragging him in close and hitting a belly to belly suplex on Johnson to the chagrin of the fans.
Diamond: “What part of that is character building?”
Johnson looks dazed as M.D.K. rolls to his feet and shakes his head. He tells Andy that he needs a better trainer before picking him up and dumping him in the corner to deliver a couple of knife edge chops that force ‘woo’ to come from the crowd. Johnson winces at the impact and M.D.K. follows up with another stiff knee to the midsection that leaves Andy staggering into the centre of the ring. M.D.K. stalks his prey and wraps up the arm and drops him with a side Russian leg-sweep. He leans across Andy and hooks the leg!
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2!
But Johnson gets a shoulder up. M.D.K. sits up and turns his head to Johnson.
M.D.K.: “Good! Again!”
Diamond: “M.D.K. is trying to train Andy as he fights him.”
Baxter: “He’s trying to mentor him.”
He leans back with a bit more pressure and hooks the leg again!
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2!
But Johnson again gets the shoulder up! M.D.K. nods his head in approval and picks himself up to his feet and drags Andy up by his arm. He whips Andy into the ropes and on his return attempts a clothesline but The Everyday Normal Guy ducks the attempt and charges into the opposite ropes, ducks a second clothesline and builds speed against the opposite ropes and on his return this time hits a high speed shoulder block that takes M.D.K. off of his feet but gets the crowd on theirs!
Diamond: “Fight being shown by Andy!”
Andy hits a few quick stomps to the downed M.D.K. as the champion tries to get to his feet. He delivers a couple of knees as M.D.K. is doubled over but M.D.K. grabs the hips of Johnson and charges him into the corner and drives the air out of him with a brutal shoulder charge.
Baxter: “And…. It’s stopped being shown.”
M.D.K. grabs the thigh of Johnson and drives him over his shoulder with a Fisherman’s Suplex! He bridges into a pinfall!
1!
2!
But Johnson wriggles free!
Diamond: “To his credit, Andy is showing heart to stay in this fight!”
Baxter: “Heart… or stupidity.”
M.D.K. sits up and smiles as the lights dim and the Titantron lights up…
Diamond: “What’s going on?”
The big screen shows a familiar looking locker-room and sat in the chair is Chris Page staring at a television monitor with an emotionless expression. Andy has sat up and is watching the screen as M.D.K. has grabbed a microphone…
M.D.K.: “Andy… Your dad is just sitting there watching his son get the shit kicked out of him. What kind of father would do that? I’m telling you that if I had a son like you, I’d be front and centre for every match. He just watching this unfold out back and is loving it. He is too lazy and deadbeat to give a shit sunshine…”
As Andy stares at the Titantron, M.D.K. takes a running boot at the spine of Johnson who writhes in pain at the impact. As he winces in pain and M.D.K. continues to beat him down on the mat, the camera pans out as we see that Page has been taped into the chair with glitter tape and that he’s watching a blank screen so isn’t reacting for good reason but Andy can’t see that as M.D.K. is now whaling right hands down on The Everyday Normal Guy. The Titantron feed ends as Chris Page starts to break himself free…
Diamond: “M.D.K. claims to care about Andy Johnson, he claims to respect him and yet he’s doing this? M.D.K. is a twisted son of a bitch…”
M.D.K. drags a groggy Johnson to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. He follows up with a turnbuckle clothesline but Johnson staggers out of the way and M.D.K. crashes in chest first. Johnson looks up and grabs the head of M.D.K. and climbs the turnbuckle…
Diamond: “Everyday Normal Finisher!”
But as Andy floats over, M.D.K. launches Andy into the air and his carcass crashes into the middle of the ring with a heavy thud. M.D.K. sighs heavily and goes behind Johnson, locks up his waist and drives him to the mat with a German Suplex, he then locks up the arms of Andy as he holds on and drives him back down with a dragon suplex! He rolls through, locks up the arms of Johnson and drives him down with a straitjacket suplex!
Diamond: “Chimera-Plex on Andy Johnson and this is just a formality now!”
‘Hail to the King’ by Avenged Sevenfold plays and Chris Page makes his way onto the top of the ramp. M.D.K. grabs Andy and drags him to his feet. Page can only look on helplessly as M.D.K. locks up the arms of Johnson and whispers something in his ear before driving him down to the mat with a HellShot! He makes the cover as Page comes down to the ring…
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3!
DING! DING! DING!
Charlie Big Potato plays and the crowd boos as M.D.K. stands up and raises his own arms in victory.
Masters: “Here is your winner… The WGWF World Heavyweight Champion… M… D… K…!”
Page climbs up onto the apron and glares at M.D.K. and points a finger at him to tell him to stop. M.D.K. snatches the microphone from Donald and smirks at the challenger to his title.
M.D.K.: “Nice of you to join us Chris… it’s a shame you weren’t here for your son when he needed you!”
Huge heat from the crowd as Page attempts to climb into the ring but M.D.K. takes the neck of the semi-conscious Johnson with one hand and smirks as he continues.
M.D.K.: “Easy there El Nacho… One more step and I’ll really ruin your night by shelving Andy for a long, long time… it’d be… character building.”
Baxter: “See… it’s character building!”
M.D.K. drops Andy down to the mat and reaches down for his sceptre from the corner. He twirls it menacingly as he continues into the mic. More referees pour down to the ring to anticipate the problem between these two erupting.
M.D.K.: “You see Chris, you honestly thought that you would give yourself an upper hand somehow by making me look like a dick last week… You thought that you could pull shit like that and there would be no consequences?”
He taps the sceptre against the steel part of the turnbuckle to make it clear how solid it is. He waves towards Page.
M.D.K.: “Get in the ring… And stand in that corner… But trust me, one false move…”
He swings the sceptre down at the mat and misses Andy’s head my millimetres. Page looks on helplessly while the crowd boo.
M.D.K.: “I wanted to beat the living shit out of you. I really did but then a certain someone pointed out that it would rain on their parade… someone didn’t want me to rain on their parade…”
The strains of K Flay’s ‘Blood in the Cut’ drifts through the air as Alyce steps out on the entrance ramp. Her head bounces softly in time to the music and then she lurches forward down the aisle towards the ring. She is joined by 4 dwarves, a jester, a mime, a royal courtier and a couple of people dressed in the outfits of royal attendants She doesn’t seem to notice the crowd as her haunted eyes stare towards the ring. She approaches, slides under the ring ropes and slouches in a corner as she looks towards Page who stares at her and her entourage. M.D.K. glances her way and she stands and leans over to give him a kiss. Chris Page gets a disgusted look on his face and looks away.
M.D.K. looks one of the referees up and down.
M.D.K.: “Hey, aren’t you scheduled for the main event tonight?”
The young referee nods warily.
M.D.K.: “Isn’t it your first main event?”
The referee nods again. M.D.K. smiles.
M.D.K.: “Congratulations!”
Alyce suddenly super-kicks the referee dropping him to the mat evoking a wave of heat from the crowd.
Diamond: “What the hell? The match hasn't even started!”
Baxter: “He probably disrespected her, the Mad Queen has no truck with that.”
MAIN EVENT:
"CHRONIC" CHRIS PAGE
versus
ALYCE STARCHYLDE
Alyce turns around as M.D.K. tosses her his sceptre. She comes up behind Page and slams the sceptre against the back of his knees. Page collapses backwards and Alyce smashes the sceptre over Page's skull!
Diamond: “The Mad Queen taking out her aggression on Chris Page tonight!”
Baxter: “Probably a plan by the Mad King...he wants everyone to know he rules the roost here!”
Page tries valiantly to rise to his feet only to catch a Unicorn Stampede from Alyce that drops him onto his back. Alyce rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. M.D.K. chuckles into the microphone as Page writhes on the mat.
M.D.K.: “I guess my good lady changed her mind…”
She rolls back in the ring and with her Mad King looking on, smashes the steel chair across his face. She waffles him a second time for good measure. Then she sets up the chair. She reaches out of the ring and Roger the Dwarf hands her some rubber tubing which she uses to tie Chris' wrists ankles and knees to the steel chair. She slaps Chris in the face and she glares up at her. She giggles, kisses M.D.K. and slouches in the corner to watch the fun... M.D.K. cracks his knuckles and smirks before raising the microphone to his lips again.
M.D.K.: “I’d like to say that I won’t enjoy this…”
He then drives the microphone into the temple of Page…
M.D.K.: “But I’d be lying…”
He gestures for Starchylde to have a turn and she swivels the sceptre around and brings it down hard on the knees of the number one contender. He howls in pain as M.D.K. rolls the still motionless Johnson out of the ring before continuing to speak.
M.D.K.: “You wilfully put yourself in this position Chris… You voluntarily took the chance to have this happen to you…”
Starchylde skips around Page giggling before hitting another Unicorn Stampede to the prone Page and the chair wobbles backwards. M.D.K. stops it with his foot and places his foot on the edge of the seat.
M.D.K.: “Easy there El Nacho… We’re not done yet. You had the chance to retire with dignity… but just like Jimmy Raven, you still think you can cling onto the ghosts of the past by fighting me… and look where it got him…”
Starchylde’s giggle turns to malice as she starts to choke Page with the handle of the sceptre. The crowd are livid.
M.D.K.: “Do you think it will be somehow better for you? Do you think I will ease off because it’s you?”
M.D.K. laughs.
M.D.K.: “It FUELS me you weed addled, bastard progeny spewing fuck-knuckle… It makes every time your face contorts in agony that little bit sweeter. And at Caged In…”
He stands square onto Page who continues to look at him in a groggy defiance.
M.D.K.: “The world will remember how compared to me, you always have been and always will be… truly… and utterly… INFERIOR!”
M.D.K. delivers a straight kick to the chest of the challenger and he topples backwards his chair and is out for the count. The crowd boos wildly as Charlie Big Potato plays and the Mad King and Queen embrace in the centre of the ring.
Diamond: “Devious, despicable and disgusting… Tonight was just a charade and an excuse for these two to beat the living daylights out of a legend of this industry and somebody should do something about it!”
Baxter: “Who can do anything? Who would want to? Long may they reign over us.”
M.D.K. and Alyce pose with the World Heavyweight Championship as the credits roll.
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
"ROAD TO CAGED IN 2017"
10.16.17
BRIDGESTONE ARENA
NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE
The pyros erupt as the camera pans around the arena to focus on fans, signs and fancy dress before we cut to the announce table.
Diamond: “The road to Caged In gets shorter tonight as we are live in Nashville for Monday Night Brawl! I’m Derrick Diamond…”
Baxter: “And I am Derek Baxter and I am also thrilled to be here to witness another action packed Brawl. The two men who will go toe to toe at Caged In for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship are both set to go one on one with someone close to them. For M.D.K., that comes in the shape of Page’s son Andy Johnson and in our main event we will see the Number One Contender Chris Page taking of Alyce Starchylde.”
Diamond: “Starchylde is looking to cement her claim to being the queen of the WGWF, she could do M.D.K. a real service with their Title Match just around the corner.”
Baxter: “And someone who could do that for Alyce tonight is Erik Josten who is taking on her Caged In opponent tonight in a non-title affair.”
Diamond: “Yes, Tristan Slater is scheduled to be here tonight against the TV Champion and with him ducking calls from everybody this week, people are wondering what mind-set Slater will be in tonight ahead of Caged In.”
Baxter: “Alyce is working her way into his head and her plan is working perfectly.”
Diamond: “And before all that… let’s kick things off with a little Intercontinental Title Match…”
Baxter: “WGWF doesn’t do things by halves…”
?: “Ladies and Gentlemen!”
The crowd pop as they realise that Flash Rotten is out to kick things off on Brawl!
Baxter: “Or maybe we can hear what this power mad whelk has to say!”
Rotten: “My name is Flash Rotten…
More pops…
Rotten: “And I am the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl…”
A round of applause as he makes his way down to the ring with a stern look on his face and a microphone in his hand… He climbs into the ring and still looks stern.
Rotten: “Sometimes in this business, you have to make tough decisions… Some are popular while some are less so… For you this one might seem to be a tough one for me but trust me when I say this, it was the simplest decision I have ever had to make.”
He paces the ring as he continues.
Rotten: “I know the way you fans work these days and I know for certain that you read dirt sheets and know more about the superstars here than some of their relatives will know. That includes contracts and when they are due for renewal. As some of you will know, One such contract belonged to a certain ‘God of Game’ Kyle Shane…”
A pop for his name as Rotten grimaces at their reaction. He lets them calm down before continuing.
Rotten: “Yeah… well you may cheer his name, but I have a long memory… cast your mind back to August… and when Mr Shane did this…”
He gestures to the titantron…
"But," Flash says, eyeing me and looking so sad and distraught, "It was just such a tough, close, match, it could have gone either way, the scores - "
I reach back across the table, and, again, slap him in the face. In for a penny, in for a pound. What can he do, fire me.
I stand, nodding my head and telling myself that it was a good meeting, while Flash Rotten still sits there, hand to his cheek. Then, his face starts turning red, as he's going apoplectic.
I reach back across the table, and, again, slap him in the face. In for a penny, in for a pound. What can he do, fire me.
I stand, nodding my head and telling myself that it was a good meeting, while Flash Rotten still sits there, hand to his cheek. Then, his face starts turning red, as he's going apoplectic.
We cut back to Flash who has a smile on his face.
Rotten: “What am I gonna do? Well I can answer that right now Mr Shane… You see, I wouldn’t be so crass as to simply fire you and incur the costs that go with such an action. So instead, I bided my time until your contract was up… The tenth of October to be exact and I took one look at your new contract that simply needed a signature from you and more importantly… from me…”
There’s a murmur in the crowd as they start to piece together what Flash is saying. Flash pulls the contract out of his pocket.
Rotten: “It’s this very contract that’s in my hand right now. We sent it to your people and they were happy to sign a nice new fat deal with the WGWF. The only thing stopping it from being a legally binding contract is my signature… All I need is my pen…”
He reaches into his pocket, then his other pocket and then smiles… He pulls out something that isn’t a pen… but rather a lighter. He then ignites the contract in the centre of the ring as the calm smile has changed to ashen fury.
Rotten: “You see Kyle? Do you see what I do to those that cross me? Consider our working relationship over Mr Kyle… we wish you the best… in your future endeavours…”
A big pop for the sheer balls of Flash to do such a thing but also a few boos are audible. Flash lets the crowd to calm down before continuing
Rotten: “You might be wondering about a certain Mr Cable and his scheduled match at Caged In for the Intercontinental Championship… Well don’t you worry about that… Mr Rotten has a plan… he ALWAYS has a plan… His new challenge will be announced sooner rather than later…”
And with a wicked smirk, we cut to a commercial.
***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
MATCH 1:
WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP
JOHN "THE BEAST" CABLE (c)
versus
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY
Grandtheft’s “Keep It 100” is piped in from the rafters of Bridgestone Arena. The Nashville fans stand, cheering as the "Suntan Superman” Christian Connolly heads for the ring.
Diamond: A raucous ovation for Christian Connolly, as he heads to the ring for what promises to be a classic matchup!
Baxter: They should change his theme music to “Taps”, Diamond... because that’s what he’ll be doing at the end of this match. Tapping out to the Beast, Jonathan Cable!
Connolly rolls into the ring and beckons to Donald Masters for the microphone. Masters shrugs, and hands it over.
Diamond: What’s this about?
Baxter: He wants to TALK now?
Connolly: Jonathan Cable [fans start to cheer instantly at the mention of his name], I’ve got no quarrel with you. Hell, I respect you. I've been waiting a long time for this. But tonight, Jonathan? I’m afraid you’re just in the way. You’re in the way of a man who will no longer be denied. You’re in the way of a man who has waited his turn—waited through surgery, waited through rehab, waited through scandal—and a man who’s not going to wait any longer! Tonight, I serve notice to every singles competitor in that locker room. Get used to what you see tonight. Get used to seeing a face etched in pain. Get used to seeing a body broken by impact after impact against this canvas. And get used to seeing MY HAND raised in victory. MY NAME IS CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY, AND I AM THE SUNTAN SUPERMAN!!
The fans are roaring as Connolly flips the microphone back over his shoulder to the canvas.
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cable makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match.
Baxter: We've heard the talker, Diamond-and he's good at it-but here comes a man who doesn't HAVE to talk! Jonathan Cable, quite simply the finest technical wrestler today-if not the best the world has ever seen!
Diamond: There's no doubt as to Cable's skills, but I just wonder if he is going to underestimate Christian Connolly.
Baxter: Cable hasn't just wrestled the best, Diamond. He has BEATEN the best! That is what makes him a cut above.
Meanwhile, Cable has reached the ring and Masters has wrapped up his introductions. Cable gives the fans a glance before stepping to centre ring, where Connolly is waiting. Cable gets right in Superman's face.
Diamond: We've grown familiar with this scene... Jonathan Cable, trying to get into the head of his opponent.
Baxter: I'm sure he heard what Connolly had to say, too. I guarantee you Jonathan didn't take kindly to being referred to as a roadblock.
Connolly remains totally impassive, while referee Thomas Giles gets Cable back to his corner. Cable tosses the IC title to the referee and he holds it up for all to see.
DING DING DING!
Cable makes a beeline for Connolly again, who extends his hand to the champion!
Baxter: Sportsmanship?! BOOOO!
Cable ponders C2's hand, clasps it quickly and then lunges for a collar and elbow. Christian barely gets his arms up in time, and Cable bulls him back toward the ropes, then muscles him into the southeast corner of the ring. The ref tries to intercede, making a five count as Connolly signals for a clean break. Cable releases Connolly at four... then backs out of the corner.
Cable: Any time I want, C2. I can make you tap any time I want!
Connolly starts out of the corner and they lock up again. Cable yanks Connolly into a side headlock, working the hold and forcing C2 down to one knee. He then chain wrestles into a front face-lock, grinding Connolly's head and neck in the crook of his arm.
Baxter: Right away Diamond, Jonathan Cable is going after the surgically repaired neck of Christian Connolly. That surgery scar might as well be a big old bull's-eye for The Beast!
Cable goes back to the side headlock and swings Connolly over to the mat.
The Suntan Superman hollers out in pain as Cable continues to crank on his head and neck.
Diamond: You don't see many wrestlers who can make even a simple headlock a devastating and energy-sapping manoeuvre.
Baxter: That's why Jonathan Cable is the best!
Suddenly C2 rolls Cable over onto his shoulders.
One-Cable starts to roll back over but Connolly shifts the technician back onto his shoulders in another pinning predicament.
One-Cable starts to roll back and again Connolly rolls Cable back onto his shoulders.
One-Cable finally kicks free, rolling to his feet and heading right for Connolly again.
Diamond: Connolly left Cable with just one avenue of escape there...
C2 reaches a knee and catches Cable with a forearm shot to the gut! Jonathan barely flinches, answering with a forearm shot across the back of the neck and a double chop to the trapezius muscles. But Connolly tags Jonathan in the stomach again.
Baxter: His abs are rock hard; that's like punching a brick wall!
Cable sneers and kicks Connolly in the side of the head. He bends to pull Christian into a standing head-scissors, when suddenly C2 pulls Cable's feet out from under him and flips forward.
Diamond: Double leg bridge!
One...
Cable bridges out!
The two men jockey for position, until Cable hooks Connolly for a back-slide. He gets to his knees first, pulling The Suntan Superman down into the pinning predicament.
One...
T-Connolly kicks free. Cable rolls to his feet, but C2 is there and catches him with an arm drag! The crowd pops as Connolly cinches in an arm bar on Cable's right arm.
Baxter: WHOA!
Diamond: Christian Connolly gets the best of Jonathan Cable in that exchange, and that's not something you see every day!
Already Cable is twisting back and forth on the mat, trying to escape the hold. Connolly has his left knee jammed into Cable's shoulder joint while he pulls back on the arm, trying to keep the technician grounded. Cable, meanwhile, tries to roll into the pressure, and catches Connolly with a punch to the calf. Then another! C2 grimaces, and Cable shoves him away and stands, pulling C2 up into another side headlock, but Christian twists free and starts to go for a top wristlock! The two men jockey for position...
Diamond: So far a solid technical contest between these two competitors.
The taller Cable, however, is starting to get the upper hand. As he starts to bend C2 back, Christian just lets his body go limp! The sudden absence of resistance sends Cable leaning forward, and C2 arm drags him back over to the mat, rolling to his feet. But Cable is right there to meet him and catches Christian with a kick to the gut! Sneering, he goes for the side headlock again, but Connolly shoves Cable off and into the ropes. Cable hooks the rope to prevent bouncing back.
Connolly is bouncing from foot to foot now and several fans applaud respectfully as Cable circles The Suntan Superman, sizing him up. Cable moves in for another collar and elbow, when Connolly drops his arms and goes for a kick to the gut. Cable catches his leg and leg whips C2 over to the mat!
Baxter: UH OH!
Cable bends to go for some sort of leg lock, but Connolly reaches up and pulls Cable down into a cradle.
Diamond: SMALL PACKAGE!
One!
Tw-Cable reverses!
One!
Tw-C2 reverses!
One!
Tw-Cable reverses!
One!
Tw-C2 kicks out!
C2 kips up, and catches Cable with a kick to the chest as he gets to his knees! The smack echoes through the building as Connolly hooks one of Cable's arms and ensnares him in a Majistral cradle.
One!
Two!
Cable rolls over, pinning Connolly to the mat.
One!
Two!
Connolly gets his shoulder up and wrenches free, only to have Cable drive an elbow down across the back of his neck. He pounces onto The Suntan Superman, hooking his left arm.
Baxter: HERE IT COMES, Diamond!
But Connolly answers with a savage and frantic series of back elbows with his free hand. They find various targets-the side of the head, the ear, and the nose - until Cable's grip starts to lessen. Connolly rolls free of Cable, who's now on all fours, and charges to ensnare him in the Oklahoma Roll!
One!
Two!
Cable kicks free, and both men kip up!
They turn to face one another in a stalemate as the Bridgestone Arena fans come to their feet and applaud.
Diamond: Folks, a FANTASTIC display of technical wrestling! You won't see anything better, and these Nashville fans realize that and are showing their appreciation.
The two men start to circle again, then move in for a collar and elbow. Connolly feints, and catches Cable in a go-behind, swinging the champion over and down to the mat with a classic amateur takedown! Connolly tries to keep his hands locked but already Cable is trying to roll free.
Diamond: The Suntan Superman is doing his best to outwrestle Cable!
Baxter: That's not possible Diamond and you know it!
C2 stays right with him, his hands still locked, as Cable rolls left and right trying to get out from under The Suntan Superman. Finally, he twists free and ensnares C2 in a reverse waist lock of his own, popping his hips to DRILL Connolly with a German suplex!
Diamond: OOOH WHAT A SUPLEX!
Cable bridges.
One!
Two!
Connolly gets a shoulder up, and Cable keeps hold, rolling back to his feet.
Baxter: Connolly landed right on the back of his head. I don't think he knows where he is right now!
C2 staggers forward, trying to reach the ropes, and grabbing the top strand with his right hand. Cable rears back and tags C2 with a BLISTERING forearm across the back. And another! And another and another and another! Finally Connolly lets go, and Cable hoists him into the air for a delayed belly-to-back suplex...
But before he can drop the hammer, Connolly twists in Cable's grip, hooking him and bringing him back over to the mat with a side headlock takedown!
Diamond: What a counter!
Cable ends up rolling forward through the ropes, landing on his feet. As he turns back, C2 goes for a baseball slide dropkick, but Cable sidesteps it. He grabs Connolly by the ankle and waistband as he slides out, then turns, tossing C2 INTO THE BLACK SECURITY BARRIER!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Connolly flops face first to the mat, grabbing at the back of his head and kicking his feet weakly.
Baxter: That... was... AWESOME!
Diamond: Jonathan Cable used Connolly's own momentum and FIRED him into that black ringside barrier!
Grimacing, Connolly starts to push himself back to his feet before slumping back to the floor. Cable turns to face The Suntan Superman, and starts to enter the ring.
Diamond: Looks like Cable might try and get the count out victory.
But instead the Beast rolls right back out to the floor.
Baxter: Hahaha, Connolly wishes he were that lucky!
Cable pulls C2 up and shoves his carcass into the ring.
Baxter: Show it again! Show C2 eating the ring barrier!
The production staff obliges, going to a split screen. While Connolly tries gamely to reach his feet in live action, the replay shows The Suntan Superman zip out of the ring with the baseball slide dropkick, only to have Cable avoid it, grab Connolly by the leg and waistband and swing him into the barrier.
Diamond: Like a human baseball bat!
Back to live action, and Cable has pulled Connolly into a front face-lock. He drives one knee up into C2's ribcage. Then the other. Then repeats. Then Cable uses his left elbow and begins smashing it down into Connolly's upper back and neck with machine-like efficiency and force.
Baxter: Cable can do it all, Diamond. Classic technical, strong style, brawling, he's a master of every kind of technique!
Cable hooks both of Connolly's arms, and hoists him for a double under-hook. He hoists C2 for a Tiger Bomb, but instead shifts him 90 degrees in mid-air so that Connolly's upper back comes CRASHING DOWN across an outstretched knee!
The fans groan at the impact as C2 flops to the canvas, grabbing at his neck and screaming in pain.
Baxter: OHHH WOW!
Diamond: Jonathan Cable pulling out ALL the stops, and Christian Connolly is hurt!
Cable goes for the pin.
One...
Two...
Connolly gets a shoulder up.
Cable covers again, jamming a forearm into the side of Connolly's face and pressing his head flat against the canvas.
One...
Two... Another shoulder up!
Cable merely rolls over, hooking C2's left arm with his legs, and his right arm behind Cable's left arm. Cable sits Connolly up, then brings his hands up and locks them under C2's chin, yanking back.
Diamond: What the HELL do you call that?!
With Connolly's arms both restrained, Cable yanks back on Connolly's neck.
Baxter: I don't know but it ROCKS!
Connolly twists back and forth, his legs kicking vainly for the ropes that lie significantly out of reach as he SCREAMS in agony. Meanwhile, Cable is rocking back and forth, a smug smile on his face as he tortures The Suntan Superman, enjoying the screams of pain and prayers to a God who prefers not to listen at the moment.
Diamond: I don't know how much more of this Christian Connolly can take!
C2 slumps back, and Cable sits up, making sure his shoulders don't touch the canvas. Christian, however, plants his feet on the canvas and pushes his butt up off the mat, rolling Cable back onto his shoulders!
One!
Tw-Cable screams in exertion as he pulls Connolly up and off him, reapplying the hold-but doing so gets C2 entangled in the ropes behind him and he has to break!!
Diamond: An innovative counter to an even more innovative submission hold, but Christian Connolly now looks spent!
Cable lets out a howl of frustration and gets to his feet, while Connolly stays face down on the canvas, groaning in pain. The Beast kneels across C2's back, waffling him in one side of the face then the other with some strong forearm shots. He sits down on Connolly's back, and starts to hook a Camel Clutch-when suddenly Cable's features contort in pain!
Perhaps, because Christian Connolly has caught two of the technician's fingers between his teeth.
Baxter: BITING! HE'S BITING, DERRICK!
Thomas Giles issues a frantic five count, and Connolly lets Cable go. He rolls off, clutching his wounded fingers-two on one hand and one on the other-to his body and checking them. Meanwhile, Connolly is crawling for the ropes. Cable, now muttering a stream of curses, heads right back for The Suntan Superman, yanking him up to his knees and going for the half nelson.
Diamond: Again! Can he hook it?
Connolly, meanwhile, is lunging desperately for the ropes with his free hand. Cable locks the hold... but Connolly gets hold of the middle rope a second later! He grips it like a dying man would a life preserver, and Cable keeps C2 in the hold, wrenching him away from the ropes and over onto his belly!
Diamond: COME ON! He got to the ropes!
Giles is giving Cable a five count, and the Beast looks the official dead in the eye as the count reaches two...
Three...
Four...
Fiv-Cable lets go.
Baxter: Ha! Smart! Cable had a five count and he used every bit of it to exact a little more punishment on The Suntan Superman!
Connolly is weakly crawling for the ropes, and Cable heads right back for him. He pulls C2 to a kneeling position, and waffles him with another forearm shot. Suddenly C2 drops, twisting and grabbing Cable by the waistband of his trunks. As C2 falls he yanks forward, sending Cable spilling through the ropes out to the floor!
Diamond: Whoa!
Baxter: CAREFUL!
Cable is down on the outside, while referee Thomas Giles tries to check on Christian Connolly-who shoves him away.
Diamond: Cable... I think Cable is a little shaken up by that spill to the floor.
A replay shows Cable go spilling out, and using his right hand to try and break his fall. He lands awkwardly on that limb, also hitting his head.
Baxter: His right arm, Diamond! See that?
Diamond: I guarantee you that the rest of the roster did!
Referee Thomas Giles starts a 10 count, but Cable is up at five, and getting back onto the apron at seven.
Surprisingly, Connolly is there to meet him. C2 hooks Cable and snaps his neck against the top rope, then reaches through the ropes to keep Cable from falling back to the floor.
Diamond: Christian Connolly getting a second wind!
Baxter: How's he getting this burst of energy, Diamond?! It's unnatural!
Connolly pulls Cable into a front face-lock, and goes to suplex him into the ring, but the technician blocks! Cable catches C2 with a punch to the ribs, and hoists HIM for a suplex.
Diamond: Oh no! Suplex to the floor!
But Connolly twists free, and lands on the apron beside Cable. His right leg buckles and Cable grabs him, slamming a knee into the side of The Suntan Superman's head.
Baxter: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!
Connolly is a bit woozy and Cable pauses, doing a little bit of show boating before yanking C2 back up-and taking a finger to the eye!
Baxter: HEY!
Connolly steps closer to Cable, partially blocking the ref's view and raises a knee into the Beast's crotch! Jonathan's eyes bulge in pain as the crowd lets out a lusty roar. C2 starts to stumble again, and as he moves back in Cable takes a swing at his foe. Connolly grabs Cable's right arm, hooks him in a face-lock AND LEAPS OFF THE APRON! CONNOLLY DRILLS CABLE INTO THE FLOOR WITH A SINGLE ARM DDT OFF THE APRON!
Diamond and Baxter: WHOOOOOOA!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Diamond: SINGLE ARM DDT OFF THE RING APRON! CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY JUST TOOK THIS MATCH TO AN INTENSE LEVEL BY DOING THAT!
Connolly sits up, his eyes still glassy from the beating he's sustained. Meanwhile Jonathan Cable is down... and screaming.
Baxter: Jonathan is HURT, Diamond!
Diamond: Indeed he is, let's check the replay.
The replay shows Connolly and Cable leaping off, with Cable taking the entire impact of their combined weight on his right shoulder.
Referee Thomas Giles is out now, trying to check Cable's arm-when Connolly shoves the official away!
Baxter: Hey!
Connolly yanks Cable up. The Beast's right arm is hanging limply at his side.
Diamond: I... I think Cable might have dislocated his shoulder!
Connolly turns and, with a malevolent grin, sends Cable shoulder first into the stairs. Cable rolls onto his back after the impact, grabbing at his arm and yelling out in pain.
Diamond: Well if he did, C2 just popped it back in for him!
Baxter: I feel sick...
Referee Thomas Giles is back in the ring, and has started a brisk 10 count. C2 rolls into the ring and right back out to break it, before moving back in toward Cable. He pulls The Beast to his feet, and forward until he slumps against the steps. Connolly gets on the other side of the steps, grabbing Cable by the right wrist, and WRAPPING his arm around the steel ring post!
Then Connolly grabs his wrist and does it again!
Baxter: THIS ISN'T WRESTLING!!!
Diamond: But it's effective!
Connolly rolls in and out to break the count again, before shoving Cable back into the ring.
Baxter: This is awful! Jonathan Cable was supposed to dominate this match-and he was! But now, his arm...
Connolly, meanwhile, has Cable's right arm and is scaling to the top rope. Connolly grabs Cable by the wrist, summons the spirit of Ole Anderson-who isn't dead to the poetic misfortune of the metaphor-and leaps off, ramming his knee into Cable's shoulder! Before Cable even has time to scream, Connolly rolls over and hooks a Fujiwara arm bar on Cable!
Diamond: FUJIWARA ARMBAR! CONNOLLY HAS IT! C2 immediately begins to rotate his body to put himself between Cable and the ropes.
The Beast, meanwhile, is screaming in pain.
Grimacing, Cable rolls INTO the pressure and tags Connolly with a blatant closed fist to the side of the head. Then another! C2 releases his grip enough for Cable to twist free and roll to the other side of the ring, grabbing at his shoulder.
Connolly stands and heads for Cable, who lowers a shoulder and tackles C2 to the mat!
Diamond: Spear by Cable!
Baxter: He used his good arm to take the impact too!
Cable kneels across C2 and starts HAMMERING him with left forearm shots to the head. Cable stands, BELLOWING in fury, as he motions for Connolly to stand. C2 starts to try and rise, a string of bloody saliva trailing from his lip. Cable walks up behind him and hooks the Crossface Chicken-wing.
Baxter: THERE IT IS!
Cable grits his teeth as he goes to lock it in, but as soon as Connolly starts resisting and pulling his arm down, Cable releases-clawing for his shoulder!
Diamond: Cable's arm! His shoulder couldn't take the pressure when C2 started to fight back!
C2 stands, turns to Cable, kicks him in the gut and pulls him into a front face-lock!
Connolly under-hooks Cable's arms..
Diamond: CROWNING GLORY!
Baxter: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Cable is motionless after taking C2's double-arm DDT, and The Suntan Superman flops across him.
One...
Two...
Three...
Diamond: IT'S OVER!
Baxter: NO! NO! CABLE GOT A FOOT IN THE ROPES!
Indeed, referee Thomas Giles is signalling two, as Cable's left foot is barely touching the bottom rope.
Connolly rolls over, frustration evident on his face, and goes behind Cable, making a throat-slitting gesture.
Diamond: Might be time for the One Bad Dream!
Favouring his neck as he waits for Cable to rise, Connolly moves into position. Then, as Cable stands, he strikes!
Connolly grabs Cable by the right arm, yanking it back to an accompanying screech of pain. Then, as he goes to wrap an arm around Cable's neck and complete the Cobra Clutch portion of his hold, Cable's left hand reaches up and grabs Connolly's forearm, strong fingers digging into his flesh. With a bellow of effort Cable bends forward, flipping Connolly over him and to the mat with a judo throw!
Baxter: THERE WE GO!
Connolly stays down, winded from the exertion of the match and dazed by the impact, while Cable staggers back into the ropes, instinctively clutching at his right arm and also trying to rotate it gingerly and get a better range of motion.
Diamond: HOW TOUGH IS JONATHAN CABLE?! He's got only one healthy arm right now and he's still in position to win this match!
Baxter: What about C2? He shoulda been done a LONG time ago.
One armed, Cable starts to peel his opponent off of the canvas and slogs an exhausted Connolly with a left handed cross shot to the jaw. The blow sends Superman tumbling through the ropes, although with little velocity allowing him to plant his feet on the apron and slump across the ropes. Connolly's position leaves his neck exposed, inviting the tenacious Cable to loop the former tag champion's arm across his neck, the tell-tale set up to a suplex back into the ring... a move that certainly wouldn't do Connolly's targeted neck any favours. Cable leans back, but his unwillingness to risk using his right arm gives Connolly a greater window of opportunity to block the move. Cable tries to raise him again, but once more Connolly's resolve to wrap his foot around the ropes is enough to prevent the suplex from being executed.
Diamond: Connolly blocks and blocks a SECOND TIME!
Maintaining his position on the edge of the apron, Connolly shoots his knee through the ropes and plants it firmly in the breadbasket of Cable. Perspiration sprays off of Cable as he doubles over, giving Connolly the situation he was hoping for. Digging deep, the other half of the DVC throws himself over the ropes and rolls down Cable's back before trying to roll him up with a sunset flip.
Diamond: Wait... SUNSET FLIP-NO! Cable is clinging to the top rope for dear life and with just ONE HAND!
Cable strains, clasping his left hand firmly around the width of the rope. The counterweight of Connolly trying to pull him over is wrenching at the champion's joints. Surely one damaged shoulder was enough? Knowing that his only chance to preserving his vertical base is to use both arms, Cable tries to raise his right arm. The motion however causes pain to shoot through his shoulder. Instead of trying again though, he decided to just let go completely and drop all his weight on top of Connolly, holding him down to the mat.
One...
Two...
Cable hooks Connolly's left leg with his left arm.
.
.
Three!
Connolly pushes upwards with his legs, pushing Cable off of him that comes nano-seconds too late. Despite being the victor, Cable simply slumps sideways and places a hand on his damaged shoulder while Connolly simply falls backwards onto the canvas looking up at the lights and wondering just how much of a toll this match has taken out of him.
Diamond: CABLE GOT IT! What an end to one of the most brutal, submission fuelled matches I have seen in years!
Baxter: Yes! I knew he'd do it!
Masters: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner... ANNNND STILL INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION... JOHN CABLE!!
The fans in Nashville are on their feet applauding both men. The standing ovation was certainly earnt.
Diamond: “What a way to kick off the show tonight with an amazing contest between two top prospects in the WGWF.”
Baxter: “Cable pulls out the win and got a chance to get laid this week! Everything is coming up Cable!”
As the bell tolls proclaiming John Cable still the WGWF Intercontinental Champion, Pop Evil's 'Trenches' blares through the arena, and the fans go wild.
John climbs to his feet, and then reaches a hand down to Christian Connolly to help him up.
Connolly looks up at John, and after a long moment, takes his hand as the two men face each other in the ring. John lifts Connolly's arm into the air and calls for a round of applause for the Suntan Superman and asks for a mic as the Referee hands him his Title.
Connolly soaks in his moment of praise before exiting the ring and leaving the stage to the Intercontinental Champion.
“So... it would seem that the biggest draw for WGWF Caged In has been scrapped.” John starts to loud boos from the crowd.
“It would seem, that for all his bluster, Kyle Shane's self-doubt about his ability to take back what he once thought was rightfully his has caused him to fall short of the mark of excellence and honour among warriors, and through his own fits of tantrum, Flash Rotten has decided to not renew his contract.” he says to more boos from the crowd.
“Now... I for one applaud the actions of Flash Rotten in this, a most despicable display of childishness the WGWF has ever had to deal with, and I am glad to see Rotten standing up for not only the fans... who deserve more from their superstars than what we have seen out of Kyle Shane recently, but the WGWF as well.” he states to a mixed pop.
“Seriously... I wondered how long it would take for the governance of the WGWF to stand up to those low brow, stampeding Neanderthals in the back who just want to kick and bitch whenever something doesn't go their way, and squeal like little piggies when their feelings get hurt. I was sick of it all... and the WGWF deserved a better calibre of champion than that. So do you.” he says to a loud pop from the crowd starting to get where he is headed with all of this.
“Now... if the WGWF could only find some serious competition for a Champion like me at Cage In...” he starts with a smile standing in the centre of the ring, holding the Intercontinental championship above his head. Suddenly, the lights begin to flicker as does the PA system. After a few moments, the arena goes dark and the music stops.
Diamond: What the hell?
Baxter: Did Flash Rotten forget to pay the electric bill again?
Suddenly, a sound can be heard coming over the PA system....
“BEEP, BEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.”
Green, white and red pyros burst up along the stage before one final ball of fire blasts up from the centre of the stage leaving a cloud of smoke pouring toward the ceiling of the arena. After a few minutes of silence, leaving the crowd with nothing but questions of what is to come....a familiar song blasts over the PA system.
The crowd explodes into cheers, as green, white and red strobe lights circle around the arena.
Diamond: What the hell? Is it really him?
Baxter: If it is, things are about to get very interesting, to say the least!
After a few moments, right on the chorus, the lights come on suddenly and a red liquid resembling blood pours down from the rafters, right onto John Cable and the entire ring. Cable looks furious as he stands covered in that red liquid, sputtering, trying to wipe it away from his face. The music cuts, the lights turn off once again; this time only for a few seconds. When the lights come back on, standing in the ring behind John Cable is WGWF Hall of Famer "BIGG RIGG" JOHN GAMBINO. The crowd erupts once again, but Cable doesn't know what their problem is. Gambino stands there, a smile on his face as he waits for Cable to turn around.
Diamond: HOLY SHIT! IT'S REALLY HIM! HE LOOKS BETTER THAN EVER!
Baxter: Uh-oh, Cable had better turn around.
Diamond: Or maybe, he shouldn't. I think when he turns around is when all hell is going to break loose.
John Cable slowly turns around, still looking at the "blood" dripping from his body in disgust. As he gets fully turned around, he sees who is behind him. Cable's eyes widen in shock, as he mouths "What the fuck!?" Gambino playfully waves, before exploding out of the corner, nearly turning Cable inside out with THE RAGE! Gambino beats his fists on his chest, much to the delight of the crowd. Gambino celebrates with the crowd for a few minutes, until Cable makes it onto his knees. Bigg Rigg then runs against the ropes and hits THE FLATLINE! Bigg Rigg grabs the ropes and shakes them Ultimate Warrior style, before signalling to the announcer outside for a mic. The announcer hands Bigg Rigg a mic, he walks over to the fallen body of John Cable and peers down at him with a smile on his face.
BIGG RIGG: Cable, IF YOU WANT COMPETITION....YOU'VE GOT IT! And if you want blood, BITCH, I'LL SPILL SO MUCH OF YOURS THE RED CROSS WILL BE JEALOUS!
Gambino tosses the mic onto Cable's body, as "If you want blood (You've Got It)" by AC/DC blasts again and the crowd once again shows their excitement in the form of cheering their asses off.
Diamond: I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT WE HAVE JUST SEEN HERE! THIS PLACE HAS COME UNGLUED! WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
The show cuts to a commercial.
***COMMERCIAL***
M.D.K. is backstage with Alyce and both are lounging on their thrones and smiling at each other as two of the dwarves are polishing their boots while the other two are fanning them with over-sized leaves.
M.D.K.: “This is the life isn’t it?”
Alyce turns to the World Heavyweight Champion and smiles.
M.D.K.: “Hey come on… it might not be the Island of Sirens or wherever the hell you come from but you have four squires tending to your every whim and the Alpha and Omega of the WGWF scratching any other itches that you might have…”
Starchylde: “Well… when you put it like that, how can I not love every minute.”
M.D.K.: “Tonight is the night though my Queen… your chance to shine in the Main Event against the man who I will humble once again at Caged In… Tonight is the night you get to show the world what you can do.”
Starchylde: “And you are going to be beating his son around the ring like a wicked stepfather…”
A wicked smile creeps across his lips.
M.D.K.: “I think we should offer Christopher a complete beating tonight…”
Starchylde: “And what is my King thinking of?”
M.D.K.: “Last week… Last week, I was left looking like a fool in the middle of the ring and nobody does that to me. Nobody…”
He snaps his head to glower at the dwarf that is fanning him.
M.D.K.: “UP AND DOWN YOU GORMLESS FUCK HOW MANY MORE TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?”
He slaps the dwarf fanning him upside the head before looking down at his boot. He frowns and kicks his second dwarf straight on the nose.
M.D.K.: “Does that look shiny enough to you Dobby?”
Roger: “They are supposed to have a Matte Finish on them my lord…”
M.D.K.: “Did I ask for fashion advice off of you Jimmy fucking Choo? Keep working on them until you can see that moronic little face in them! You know what… you’re getting a punishment tonight…”
Starchylde: “It’s clearly still irking you.”
M.D.K.: “You could say that… you could also say that you beating the tar out of him tonight won’t do it justice.”
Starchylde: “What are you thinking?”
M.D.K. beckons Alyce in for a whisper and leans into her ear. She purrs with approval like a cat as a smile creeps across her face. M.D.K. sits back and smiles as he raises his eyebrows and rests his chin on his hand.
M.D.K.: “Well… what do you think?”
Starchylde: “All you did was nibble on my ear. That was just… swell… but what is the plan?”
M.D.K. leans in again but stops himself. He then looks straight into the camera and looks disgusted at the presence of the viewer. He wafts the camera away.
M.D.K.: “Go on… off you fuck you peasant…”
*** Hype Video for Caged In***
MATCH 2:
NON TITLE
ERIK JOSTEN (c)
versus
"GLORIOUS" TRISTAN SLATER
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.
Masters: “The following Non-Title Match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 320lbs… He is the WGWF Television Champion… Erik… JOSTEN!”
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.
Diamond: “An absolute beast of a man with a real test of character tonight going up against one of the best in the business.”
Baxter: “That’s if Tristan has pulled his head out of the rabbit hole he calls John Cable’s ass…”
Slater’s music hits and the crowd are on their feet… The flashbulbs erupt and… nobody is there… The music continues and Josten moves to the ropes to wait for Slater appear to no avail… The music stops and the crowd starts to boo…
Baxter: “Slater clearly can’t be bothered tonight…”
Diamond: “I very much doubt that. I sense foul play afoot…”
Baxter: “Good god, is he on commission for that song to be played?”
Suddenly a familiar face appears on the ramp as one of the Squires appears dressed as Tristan Slater complete with long blonde wig… The crowd boo as the dwarf looks back towards the gorilla position where he is prodded by a familiar looking sceptre…
Diamond: “This has got Alyce written all over it…”
Baxter: “Now, now! No need to jump to conclusions… Hey it’s Dobby!”
Diamond: “His name is Roger…”
Baxter: “He who pays the wage, chooses the name… that’s an old Korean saying…”
Diamond: “How high are you tonight?”
Baxter: “Yes…”
The squire climbs the steps and into the ring and with a deep sigh, poses in the style of Tristan Slater. He removes his Slater style jacket and Josten looks him up and down before arguing with the referee of the validity of the match.
Diamond: “I think Josten is wondering if this will count if it’s not actually Tristan in the ring.”
Baxter: “Right music, right look… it’s obviously him!”
The squire pulls out an elaborate scroll and is passed a microphone.
Roger: “Lords, Ladies and Gentleman… I am Tristan Slater. Forgive my small stature but it was deemed appropriate that to match other parts of me, I would move my body to make sure everything is to scale… And while I may be soiling myself about Caged In and reaching the pinnacle of emasculation when the Mad Queen of the WGWF castrates me… I’m sure as hell not scared of you…”
He sighs deeply before walking over to Josten and jabbing him in the leg with a firm finger. Erik looks down at his opponent and raises his arms and protests at the imbalance of such a contest. The referee shrugs his shoulders and rings the bell and the crowd are booing this. The dwarf starts some jumping jacks to get warmed up before performing some karate moves into thin air.
Baxter: “Tristan has clearly been working out!”
Diamond: “This is a farce! Erik is being humiliated by being forced to take part in this match and Slater is clearly somewhere he shouldn’t be… This has M.D.K. and Starchylde’s fingerprints all over it.”
‘Slater’ then aims a karate kick at the knee of Josten who now looks annoyed. He balls up his fists and connects with the Liberty Bellclap!
Diamond: “Josten is sick of the charade! He nearly popped that kid’s head like a zit!”
‘Slater’ is swaying on the spot like a losing character in Mortal Kombat as Josten backs into the ropes, drops to one knee and connects with The Long Arm of the Law clothesline which causes ‘Slater’ to tumble in the air like a kicked can! He flops to the mat and remains motionless as Josten looks unimpressed as he makes the cover.
Diamond: “The referee could count to a hundred…”
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3!
Baxter: “Three will do…”
Masters: “Here is your winner… Erik Josten!”
Erik grudgingly has his hand raised in victory and above the applause from the crowd, we hear one clap louder than them all. It’s the man at the top of the ramp… it’s Nick Ryan who has a microphone in his hand. The crowd notice him and start to boo… Nick waves the crowd away with a grimace.
Ryan: “Oh please! You guys are too kind! But seriously Erik… A big man like you trying to warm up against midgets? Is this what a Television Champion stands for?”
Erik beckons for Donald Masters to hand him his microphone.
Josten: “Is that how you’re gonna play it? Throw a dwarf at me and take the piss out of me?”
Nick Ryan continues with a chuckle…
Ryan: “Listen up big boy… You might have big dreams about being this big superstar now that you have that gold around your waist but at Caged In, I am gonna be the dream wrecker… for both you and that pencil necked prick Andy Johnson. Both of you dream of being someone special. Andy dreams of living up to daddy’s shadow while you just want someone to know you as something more than… that big guy who used to tag with Christian Connolly…”
Huge boos from the crowd as Josten looks wounded by that comment. Ryan smirks and continues.
Ryan: “So big man, you put on those big boy pants and get ready for Caged In because it’s when you have to say goodbye to that WGWF Television Championship… It’s not a slight on you Erik, it’s not a dream either… it’s an inevitability…”
The crowd boos as Hero by Skillet plays as Nick Ryan heads to the back again leaving Josten looking irritated.
***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
Backstage M.D.K. is walking towards to ramp-way to prepare for his match when he is grabbed by the arm by an irate looking Flash Rotten.
Rotten: “What was that all about?”
M.D.K.: “I beg your pardon?”
Rotten: “That whole thing with Slater. It had you and Alyce’s fingerprints all over it…”
M.D.K.: “Are you saying that all dwarves look the same?”
Rotten: “Well… no…”
M.D.K.: “That sounds like a hate crime in waiting if you ask me.”
Rotten: “Cut the bullshit Danny… where did you take him?”
M.D.K. pauses, adjusts his title and then closes his eyes and sighs deeply before turning back to Flash.
M.D.K.: “OK, I’m going to give you three truths right now. One, I didn’t lay a finger on Tristan fucking Slater; that ship has passed for now… Two, the next time you accost me in the corridor right before a match, a will feed you your fucking front teeth and then give you a mouthful of your own shoes for dessert… and three, don’t think that your little speech earlier with you throwing your weight around means fuck all to me. You did what you did to Kyle Shane… you wouldn’t have the bollocks to do it to a man like me… do you understand me?”
Flash tries desperately to avoid eye contact with the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion. M.D.K. leans down to be eye level with the GM Of Brawl.
M.D.K.: “You get a fourth fact for free… This place? It’s my kingdom. Your tenure here is by my grace and favour and you should count your lucky stars each and every day that I ignore you… Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a match to prepare for…”
He saunters past Flash who is now lost for words. As M.D.K. moves out of shot, Flash is visibly seething.
***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
MATCH 3:
NON TITLE
ANDY JOHNSON
versus
M.D.K.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=86zLk2czVIk
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.
Masters: “The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall. Making is way to the ring first. He hails from Las Vegas Nevada by way of London England and weighs in at 270lbs… He is the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion… M… D… K…!
Diamond: “A chance tonight for M.D.K. to really get one over on his Caged In challenger.”
Baxter: “M.D.K. will be looking to set an example to Page no doubt.”
He hands the referee his title and places his sceptre down in the corner carefully. The referee goes to move it but M.D.K. tells the referee to think otherwise.
"Everyday Normal Guy" hits the speakers to a huge ovation from the crowd. Andy Johnson makes his way out to the ramp and looks apprehensive as M.D.K. looks out at his opponent and smiles at him as he starts to head down to the ring.
Masters: “Introducing his opponent, on his way to the ring... From Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 185lbs… "THE EVERYDAY NORMAL GUY" ANDY JOHNSON!!!
Diamond: “On paper this is quite the mismatch but Andy showed M.D.K. last time that he is no pushover.”
Baxter: “That was when M.D.K. didn’t have the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He has to prove a point each and every week.”
The pair circle each other in the ring and M.D.K. goes for the collar and elbow tie up but Andy shimmies through and ducks the attempt leaving M.D.K. swiping at shadows. He looks annoyed but then just smirks at Johnson.
Diamond: “Andy trying to show that he doesn’t fear M.D.K. and also trying to display that he has speed over the champion.”
Baxter: “And the moment that M.D.K. catches him, he’s gonna regret that decision.”
They go for another collar and elbow and Andy does the same thing. M.D.K. places his hands on his hips and Andy beckons M.D.K. over and promises to do it properly this time. The pair go to lock up and this time it’s M.D.K. who sidesteps the attempt but adds a knee to the midsection of Johnson who gets doubled over in pain and gets the fans up on their feet in rage.
Baxter: “And that is why you don’t try and play with the champion…”
Johnson goes to straighten up but M.D.K. is on top of him and hits a back suplex that drives the smaller man into the mat. M.D.K. stands straight back up and dusts himself down. He then looks down at the groaning Johnson and tells him to get up.
Baxter: “This is bread and butter for the champion and this will build character in Mr Johnson…”
Diamond: “What… by bullying him?”
Johnson gets to his hands and knees and M.D.K. reaches out a hand to The Everyday Normal Guy who looks up at M.D.K. warily but is met with a smile from the champion. Andy smiles back at the champ and accepts the hand and helped to his feet. M.D.K. keeps hold of the hand of Johnson as he checks on him before dragging him in close and hitting a belly to belly suplex on Johnson to the chagrin of the fans.
Diamond: “What part of that is character building?”
Johnson looks dazed as M.D.K. rolls to his feet and shakes his head. He tells Andy that he needs a better trainer before picking him up and dumping him in the corner to deliver a couple of knife edge chops that force ‘woo’ to come from the crowd. Johnson winces at the impact and M.D.K. follows up with another stiff knee to the midsection that leaves Andy staggering into the centre of the ring. M.D.K. stalks his prey and wraps up the arm and drops him with a side Russian leg-sweep. He leans across Andy and hooks the leg!
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2!
But Johnson gets a shoulder up. M.D.K. sits up and turns his head to Johnson.
M.D.K.: “Good! Again!”
Diamond: “M.D.K. is trying to train Andy as he fights him.”
Baxter: “He’s trying to mentor him.”
He leans back with a bit more pressure and hooks the leg again!
1!
2!
But Johnson again gets the shoulder up! M.D.K. nods his head in approval and picks himself up to his feet and drags Andy up by his arm. He whips Andy into the ropes and on his return attempts a clothesline but The Everyday Normal Guy ducks the attempt and charges into the opposite ropes, ducks a second clothesline and builds speed against the opposite ropes and on his return this time hits a high speed shoulder block that takes M.D.K. off of his feet but gets the crowd on theirs!
Diamond: “Fight being shown by Andy!”
Andy hits a few quick stomps to the downed M.D.K. as the champion tries to get to his feet. He delivers a couple of knees as M.D.K. is doubled over but M.D.K. grabs the hips of Johnson and charges him into the corner and drives the air out of him with a brutal shoulder charge.
Baxter: “And…. It’s stopped being shown.”
M.D.K. grabs the thigh of Johnson and drives him over his shoulder with a Fisherman’s Suplex! He bridges into a pinfall!
1!
2!
But Johnson wriggles free!
Diamond: “To his credit, Andy is showing heart to stay in this fight!”
Baxter: “Heart… or stupidity.”
M.D.K. sits up and smiles as the lights dim and the Titantron lights up…
Diamond: “What’s going on?”
The big screen shows a familiar looking locker-room and sat in the chair is Chris Page staring at a television monitor with an emotionless expression. Andy has sat up and is watching the screen as M.D.K. has grabbed a microphone…
M.D.K.: “Andy… Your dad is just sitting there watching his son get the shit kicked out of him. What kind of father would do that? I’m telling you that if I had a son like you, I’d be front and centre for every match. He just watching this unfold out back and is loving it. He is too lazy and deadbeat to give a shit sunshine…”
As Andy stares at the Titantron, M.D.K. takes a running boot at the spine of Johnson who writhes in pain at the impact. As he winces in pain and M.D.K. continues to beat him down on the mat, the camera pans out as we see that Page has been taped into the chair with glitter tape and that he’s watching a blank screen so isn’t reacting for good reason but Andy can’t see that as M.D.K. is now whaling right hands down on The Everyday Normal Guy. The Titantron feed ends as Chris Page starts to break himself free…
Diamond: “M.D.K. claims to care about Andy Johnson, he claims to respect him and yet he’s doing this? M.D.K. is a twisted son of a bitch…”
M.D.K. drags a groggy Johnson to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. He follows up with a turnbuckle clothesline but Johnson staggers out of the way and M.D.K. crashes in chest first. Johnson looks up and grabs the head of M.D.K. and climbs the turnbuckle…
Diamond: “Everyday Normal Finisher!”
But as Andy floats over, M.D.K. launches Andy into the air and his carcass crashes into the middle of the ring with a heavy thud. M.D.K. sighs heavily and goes behind Johnson, locks up his waist and drives him to the mat with a German Suplex, he then locks up the arms of Andy as he holds on and drives him back down with a dragon suplex! He rolls through, locks up the arms of Johnson and drives him down with a straitjacket suplex!
Diamond: “Chimera-Plex on Andy Johnson and this is just a formality now!”
‘Hail to the King’ by Avenged Sevenfold plays and Chris Page makes his way onto the top of the ramp. M.D.K. grabs Andy and drags him to his feet. Page can only look on helplessly as M.D.K. locks up the arms of Johnson and whispers something in his ear before driving him down to the mat with a HellShot! He makes the cover as Page comes down to the ring…
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3!
DING! DING! DING!
Charlie Big Potato plays and the crowd boos as M.D.K. stands up and raises his own arms in victory.
Masters: “Here is your winner… The WGWF World Heavyweight Champion… M… D… K…!”
Page climbs up onto the apron and glares at M.D.K. and points a finger at him to tell him to stop. M.D.K. snatches the microphone from Donald and smirks at the challenger to his title.
M.D.K.: “Nice of you to join us Chris… it’s a shame you weren’t here for your son when he needed you!”
Huge heat from the crowd as Page attempts to climb into the ring but M.D.K. takes the neck of the semi-conscious Johnson with one hand and smirks as he continues.
M.D.K.: “Easy there El Nacho… One more step and I’ll really ruin your night by shelving Andy for a long, long time… it’d be… character building.”
Baxter: “See… it’s character building!”
M.D.K. drops Andy down to the mat and reaches down for his sceptre from the corner. He twirls it menacingly as he continues into the mic. More referees pour down to the ring to anticipate the problem between these two erupting.
M.D.K.: “You see Chris, you honestly thought that you would give yourself an upper hand somehow by making me look like a dick last week… You thought that you could pull shit like that and there would be no consequences?”
He taps the sceptre against the steel part of the turnbuckle to make it clear how solid it is. He waves towards Page.
M.D.K.: “Get in the ring… And stand in that corner… But trust me, one false move…”
He swings the sceptre down at the mat and misses Andy’s head my millimetres. Page looks on helplessly while the crowd boo.
M.D.K.: “I wanted to beat the living shit out of you. I really did but then a certain someone pointed out that it would rain on their parade… someone didn’t want me to rain on their parade…”
The strains of K Flay’s ‘Blood in the Cut’ drifts through the air as Alyce steps out on the entrance ramp. Her head bounces softly in time to the music and then she lurches forward down the aisle towards the ring. She is joined by 4 dwarves, a jester, a mime, a royal courtier and a couple of people dressed in the outfits of royal attendants She doesn’t seem to notice the crowd as her haunted eyes stare towards the ring. She approaches, slides under the ring ropes and slouches in a corner as she looks towards Page who stares at her and her entourage. M.D.K. glances her way and she stands and leans over to give him a kiss. Chris Page gets a disgusted look on his face and looks away.
M.D.K. looks one of the referees up and down.
M.D.K.: “Hey, aren’t you scheduled for the main event tonight?”
The young referee nods warily.
M.D.K.: “Isn’t it your first main event?”
The referee nods again. M.D.K. smiles.
M.D.K.: “Congratulations!”
Alyce suddenly super-kicks the referee dropping him to the mat evoking a wave of heat from the crowd.
Diamond: “What the hell? The match hasn't even started!”
Baxter: “He probably disrespected her, the Mad Queen has no truck with that.”
MAIN EVENT:
"CHRONIC" CHRIS PAGE
versus
ALYCE STARCHYLDE
Alyce turns around as M.D.K. tosses her his sceptre. She comes up behind Page and slams the sceptre against the back of his knees. Page collapses backwards and Alyce smashes the sceptre over Page's skull!
Diamond: “The Mad Queen taking out her aggression on Chris Page tonight!”
Baxter: “Probably a plan by the Mad King...he wants everyone to know he rules the roost here!”
Page tries valiantly to rise to his feet only to catch a Unicorn Stampede from Alyce that drops him onto his back. Alyce rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. M.D.K. chuckles into the microphone as Page writhes on the mat.
M.D.K.: “I guess my good lady changed her mind…”
She rolls back in the ring and with her Mad King looking on, smashes the steel chair across his face. She waffles him a second time for good measure. Then she sets up the chair. She reaches out of the ring and Roger the Dwarf hands her some rubber tubing which she uses to tie Chris' wrists ankles and knees to the steel chair. She slaps Chris in the face and she glares up at her. She giggles, kisses M.D.K. and slouches in the corner to watch the fun... M.D.K. cracks his knuckles and smirks before raising the microphone to his lips again.
M.D.K.: “I’d like to say that I won’t enjoy this…”
He then drives the microphone into the temple of Page…
M.D.K.: “But I’d be lying…”
He gestures for Starchylde to have a turn and she swivels the sceptre around and brings it down hard on the knees of the number one contender. He howls in pain as M.D.K. rolls the still motionless Johnson out of the ring before continuing to speak.
M.D.K.: “You wilfully put yourself in this position Chris… You voluntarily took the chance to have this happen to you…”
Starchylde skips around Page giggling before hitting another Unicorn Stampede to the prone Page and the chair wobbles backwards. M.D.K. stops it with his foot and places his foot on the edge of the seat.
M.D.K.: “Easy there El Nacho… We’re not done yet. You had the chance to retire with dignity… but just like Jimmy Raven, you still think you can cling onto the ghosts of the past by fighting me… and look where it got him…”
Starchylde’s giggle turns to malice as she starts to choke Page with the handle of the sceptre. The crowd are livid.
M.D.K.: “Do you think it will be somehow better for you? Do you think I will ease off because it’s you?”
M.D.K. laughs.
M.D.K.: “It FUELS me you weed addled, bastard progeny spewing fuck-knuckle… It makes every time your face contorts in agony that little bit sweeter. And at Caged In…”
He stands square onto Page who continues to look at him in a groggy defiance.
M.D.K.: “The world will remember how compared to me, you always have been and always will be… truly… and utterly… INFERIOR!”
M.D.K. delivers a straight kick to the chest of the challenger and he topples backwards his chair and is out for the count. The crowd boos wildly as Charlie Big Potato plays and the Mad King and Queen embrace in the centre of the ring.
Diamond: “Devious, despicable and disgusting… Tonight was just a charade and an excuse for these two to beat the living daylights out of a legend of this industry and somebody should do something about it!”
Baxter: “Who can do anything? Who would want to? Long may they reign over us.”
M.D.K. and Alyce pose with the World Heavyweight Championship as the credits roll.