Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Feb 5, 2018 19:42:06 GMT -5
FLASH ROTTEN’S STATUS:
There’s a huge pop from the crowd as Flash Rotten is shown walking backstage towards the General Manager’s office when he comes to a stop as there’s two police officers standing guard just outside of the GM’s office door. Flash eyes both men up and down before stating.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Can I help you?”
POLICE OFFICER- “Your name?”
Flash shifts his attention towards the camera with a smirk on his face before turning back towards the Police Officers.
FLASH ROTTEN- “My name is FLASH ROTTEN…”
The crowd chants along with Flash as he continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “And I am the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl!”
The fans roar in approval as Flash pauses before continuing.
FLASH ROTTEN- “And you two are standing in front of my door, so I’m going to politely ask you both to step aside so that I might be able to do my job.”
The door to the General Manager’s office opens from the inside to reveal the Chairman of the WGWF Board of Directors ADAM BARKER standing in the door way to massive boos from the crowd.
ADAM BARKER- “I see you’ve met Mr. Rotten.”
POLICE OFFICER- “So this is the guy you want us to remove?”
Flash immediately chimes in.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Remove? What the hell are you talking about? It’s bad enough I was removed from the West Coast Rumble, the very West Coast Rumble program that I put together…”
Adam silences Flash with a wave of the hand.
ADAM BARKER- “Flash I think it’s time that you and I have ourselves a little chat; you see, after speaking with the WGWF Board of Directors I’ve been tasked with the responsibility to inform you that effective immediately you’re indefinitely suspended…”
Loud boo’s can be heard from inside the arena as Flash is shown rolling his eyes.
ADAM BARKER- “Apparently after consideration from yours truly the Board of Directors want to conduct a full investigation into your actions since becoming the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl; and considering this isn’t the first time you’ve been before the Board I’m fairly sure that this will lead to your dismissal from the company once and for all.”
Flash interjects.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I wonder why that is, Adam? Perhaps because I’m not giving your boy Page or his friends within the Royal Family any slack? Or is it because I’m not a push over? Perhaps because I’m not intimidated by anyone, yourself included?”
ADAM BARKER- “As much as you would like for this to have something to do with me this has everything to do with you and YOUR actions. I didn’t tell you to put Alyce Starchylde in as the number one entrant to the West Coast Rumble, you did. I didn’t tell you to add Tristan Slater to the World Title match for the West Coast Rumble, you did… And I didn’t tell you to be biased towards the Royal Family in general… you did.”
Adam glances towards one of the officers.
ADAM BARKER- “Officers, you can remove this man from MY building.”
The fans roar with boos as Flash simply shakes his head as he’s escorted off camera and presumably out of the building. The boos intensify as Chris Page steps out from behind the door and behind Adam Barker.
WGWF PRESENTS
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
2.5.18
MODA CENTER
PORTLAND, OREGON
SOLD OUT
The sold out crowd erupts with a mixed reception of cheers and boos, mostly boos.
Masters: Please welcome the NEW WGWF World Heavyweight Champion; THE Tristan Slater!
The mixed reception grows louder as we see emerging out to the top of the ramp in a pair of shredded jeans, white hi-tops sneakers, a white t-shirt with a black hoodie that’s half way zipped up is none other than THE Tristan Slater. Tristan stands at the top of the ramp soaking in the reception with a sly smirk firmly etched across his face.
Diamond: Only Tristan Slater can be proud of how he won his second WGWF World Title just two short weeks ago at the West Coast Rumble.
Baxter: While technically there wasn’t any Disqualifications I can’t sit here and say that Tristan didn’t outsmart us all.
Tristan starts to make the walk towards the ring with a slow saunter. Once he reaches ringside he climbs up on the ring apron before stepping through the ropes and into the ring. He takes center ring where he unzips his hoodie to display the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. Tristan removes the hoodie and tosses it to the mat before calling for the microphone. The music fades away as Tristan reaches through the ropes and is handed a microphone from Donald Masters. There’s a loud, mixed reception as Tristan takes center ring looking into the camera as he unstraps the World Title from around his waist where he raises it high in the air with his left hand while raising the microphone with his right hand to his lips.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Not to be the one to say I told you so… but I told you so.”
There’s more boos than cheers heard as Slater drapes the World Title over his left shoulder while he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I wish I could say that this was for all over you but that would be a lie; I did this for ME!”
The few cheers that once rang out shift towards loud boos drawing a sly smirk from Slater as he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “For the last eighteen months I’ve came out here glad handing the fans, kissing babies and following the rules and it didn’t get me anywhere, as far as I’m concerned all you fans can stick it!”
The boos reach massive proportions.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Where were all of you when this company booked TWO, count the TWO rematches for the World Title and pulled them away from me at the last minute? Where were all of you when John went silent for months before finally opening his fucking mouth for the West Coast Rumble? Each and everyone of you in this building and the millions of people watching at home didn’t support me when I actually needed it; you were all content to sit back and watch an undeserving Man Beast slide into a title match he hadn’t earned and jump ahead of me for said title shot.”
There’s a pause from Tristan before he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “The moment that I was added to the Main Event of the West Coast Rumble I started to plot, I started to plan and goddamn if I didn’t execute to perfection by slaying a beast that is more like a little pup. I exploited you, John. I used you to get what I wanted and what I wanted was something that I never should have lost in the first place, the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.”
“YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” starts to echo out from all over the building as Tristan spouts back out.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Clearly I don’t suck considering I’m on my way to MAIN EVENT my second consecutive Wrestle Wars as the World Champion.”
The chant breaks back out into massive boos from the crowd.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Allow me to take this time to officially tell the world that the Glorious New Breed is dead and gone because I put it out of its misery once and for all. No longer will I carry John’s dead weight, no longer will I tolerate a Man Beast clutching onto my back because it’s the only way he’ll ever find himself in the upper echelon of this profession and no longer will I be referred to as “glorious” because I’m not going to take a gimmick handed down from higher ups! You’re all officially apart of THE Tristan Slater Show! Drink it in, man!”
Tristan extends both his arms out raising his head up to a chorus of boos.
Diamond: I can’t believe what we are hearing.
Slater lowers his head and arms down to a normal position as he runs his right hand across the gold plate of the WGWF World Title before raising the microphone back up to his lips.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “So let’s talk for a moment about Wrestle Wars Twelve, shall we…”
The crowd ERUPTS as we see Tristan roll his eyes at the opening cords of Popevil “Trenches”.
Diamond: Wait just a minute!
Tristan turns his attention towards the top of the ramp where he waits for John to emerge. The fans roar loudly as John Cable emerges from under the ring!
Baxter: CABLE WAS UNDER THE RING!
John slides into the ring behind Slater who has no clue he’s even there! Tristan turns around where he’s met by right hands by Cable! The microphone drops out of his hand, the title comes off his shoulder falling to the mat as Cable lands four right hands backing Slater up into the ropes! Cable charges with a clothesline that Tristan ducks and sends John over the top rope with a back body drop sending the Man Beast out to the floor! In the ring Tristan measures Cable who starts pushing himself up off the floor. Tristan bounces off the far side gaining a full head of steam where he dives through the top and middle ropes with a Suicide Dive to Cable sending the Man Beast back into the security wall!
Diamond: The Glorious New Breed has imploded!
The fans are on fire as Slater laces Cable across the chest with a knife edge chop before looking to send John shoulder first into the steel steps! Cable reverses and there’s a massive ovation as Slater crashes into the step with such force they separate upon impact! A massive “THANK YOU CABLE! THANK YOU CABLE! THANK YOU CABLE!” chant starts to pick up from all over the building as John makes his way forward taking a mount position on Tristan before hammering down with hard right hands to the face of the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion!
Baxter: I love a good fight!
John gets back to his feet where he picks Tristan up off the floor before driving him head first into the announcers table! Followed by a second and then a third!
Diamond: They’re right here in front of us!!
John scoops Slater over his shoulder before turning towards the ring post where he points to a massive ovation from the crowd. John charges towards the post with Slater over his shoulder only to see Tristan slide down John’s back while shoving the Beast forward sending Cable smashing face and shoulder first off the ring post! The crowd boos intently as Tristan throws the time keeper from his chair before folding up the chair. He comes around the ring and as John turns around he’s met with a jabbing shot to the gut that doubles him over allowing Slater to waffle Cable across the back dropping the Beast to the floor. Tristan raises the chair in the air before driving it back down across the back of Cable before he throws it to the ground to massive boos from the crowd.
Diamond: The fans have completely turned on Slater!
Tristan jaws with ringside fans as he flips one of them his middle finger before turning his attention back towards Cable where he picks him up off the floor before hurling him back into the ring. Tristan climbs up on the ring apron where he looks in the ring before attempting a Spring Board 450 Splash! Cable rolls out of the way sending Slater crashing and burning into the canvass! Suddenly at least ten members of black shirted arena security hit the ring separating both men as they get back to their feet.
Baxter: Aw… Security.
A massive “LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!” chant breaks out from all over the building as we see Slater pick up the World Title before being removed from the ring while Cable still attempts to get at him but is unable to break through security.
Diamond: There’s a fight brewing between these two men and it’s not a matter of if they’re going to square off it’s a matter of when!
Camera’s pick-up Slater screaming at John.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “YOU AIN’T SO TOUGH WHEN YOU AREN’T SUCKER PUNCHING SOMEONE!”
The WGWF World Heavyweight Champion back step up the ramp looking into the eyes of a pissed off Man Beast as the scene fades backstage.
MATCH ONE:
INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDERS TOURNAMENT
FIRST ROUND
CHRIS DORLING
versus
ERIK JOSTEN
Masters: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A FIRST ROUND MATCH IN THE INTERCONTINENTAL NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TOURNAMENT!!
The opening bars of 'The Day is My Enemy' hits the PA and Dorling slowly appears on stage, glass of red wine in hand. As the song kicks in, red and yellow pyro shoot to the sky either side of the ramp and Dorling walks to the ring, nodding his head in tune with the music.
Masters: INTRODUCING FIRST.. FROM LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.. WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIVE POUNDS.. HE IS THE "KING OF VEGAS"... DORLING!!
He climbs the ring steps and ducks under the top rope, raising his glass to each side of the ring before removing his waistcoat preparing to start.
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.
Masters: AND HIS OPPONENT.. FROM SEATTLE, WASHINGTON.. STANDING AT SIX FEET ELEVEN INCHES TALL AND TIPPING THE SCALES AT THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS.. HE IS THE "HOSS".. ERIK JOSTEN!!
With a look of extreme focus, he marches down the ramp, taking the time to slap a few hands along the way. He stops as he gets to the ring and holds his head down. After he mouths some words to himself, he lets out a animalistic roar (think Roman Reigns before the spear) and climbs in the ring.
Once in the ring, Josten climbs the middle turnbuckle in one corner of the ring and pumps a fist in the air as the fans cheer.
After one last adjustment of his pads and tape, Dorling looks across to Erik, a confident smirk restored to his face as he gestures for his opponent to bring it on. As Bernie Roberts calls for the bell, Erik strides across the ring, trying to corner the King of Vegas, only for the newcomer to swiftly dodge him. With showman's steps, Dorling backs off again, like a Matador inviting the Hoss bull to do his worst.
Clenching his fists tighter, Erik sees no reason not to hold back, and again begins to stalk Dorling, who uses all his ring wits to keep the distance between them.
But, eventually, Dorling gets stranded in a corner, where Josten's goliath frame blocks off his attempted exits. Ready to wade in and club the life out of his opponent, Erik is then left frustrated as Dorling slips out through the ropes and down to the floor, tapping his temple. Dorling takes great delight in counting along with the referee, seemingly wanting to frustrate his colossal opponent.
As Dorling climbs back onto the apron, he orders Bernie to back Erik off, which he does, begrudgingly.
With space to work in, Dorling springboards onto the top rope, then launches himself over the referee to connect with a Spinning Heel Kick to Erik's jaw... or, that would have been the target on an ordinary man. In reality, it was a Spinning Heel Kick to Erik's chest.
Dorling springs back to his feet, arms held out in self-congratulation, but as he spins, he's met with the sight of a still-standing Erik Josten. Eyes shooting wide in shock, Dorling springs backwards, rolling to the ropes. Josten, growing impatient, confidently gestures for Dorling to get back up and take his best shot.
After a moment, Dorling stands, then dusts himself off.
Cautiously approaching Erik, Dorling looks poised to kick, before a sudden burst of pace allows him to Baseball slide through the giant's legs. As Erik turns, Dorling springs up, able to land a trio of kicks to the outside of Erik's knee, before a jumping Backheel Kick to the chest. Touching back down on the canvas, Dorling sees that Josten is still standing, looking unimpressed.
Tilting his head with a sigh, as if to say "you got me," Dorling holds his arms out... then launches a sneaky kick.
Not seeing Dorling as the cleanest of fighters, Erik was expecting such a tactic, and catches Dorling's foot. Before he can react, Erik's mammoth right hand clamps around his throat, and he's then launched into the corner. Dorling's body almost bounces back off the buckles, but it doesn't get the chance as Erik follows in with a Lariat.
Dorling's head snaps violently back as his feet are sent flying up into the air, leaving him to land seated in the corner.
A dazed Dorling is then lifted up by the throat once more, both of Erik's hands locking around his neck to lift the A-Lister a few feet off the ground. Carrying the King of Vegas across the ring, Erik then tosses him off into the opposite buckles, then follows him in with an elbow. With Dorling trapped against the buckles, The Hoss thrusts his upper-body at Dorling for another elbow, then another, and another, the fans cheering for each one.
A punch-drunk Chris Dorling is then violently whipped across the ring by Erik with such ferocity that he goes flying over the opposite buckles, bounces off the apron, then thumps down onto the floor.
Bernie Roberts tries to bravely block Erik from following him out. Pushing past Bernie, Erik steps over the top rope and down to the floor, but instead of following Dorling up the aisle, he hops over the safety barrier and wades through the crowd. As he reaches the top of the aisle, Erik Josten steps over the barrier and blocks his path.
Dorling backs off, but to the King of Vegas' shock, Erik surges forward with a Big Boot that catches him under the chin, sending Dorling tumbling backwards down the ramp. As the crowd remain on their feet, urging him on, Erik strides over and pulls Dorling up. The giant Hoss leads him back to the ring, then rolls him back inside.
Grabbing a hold of Dorling's head, Erik rocks him to the core with a trio of hard forearms. As Erik releases him, the King of Vegas goes to flop forward, only for the Hoss to score a European Uppercut that sends him flipping back onto his stomach. The crowd let out a hearty pop for every connection.
Looking like his brain is a few seconds behind his body, Dorling stumbles up, but can't stop Erik mowing him down with a fierce shoulder block.
On instinct alone, Dorling bounces back up the canvas and storms obliviously towards Erik... who is more than happy to meet him with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Sliding over to Dorling, Josten hooks the far leg, while pinning Dorling's head down with his forearm.
"ONE!
TWO!
TH-NO!"
To the surprise of the WGWF crowd, Chris Dorling manages to shoot a shoulder up.
After staring at the defiant arm for a second or two, Josten yanks Dorling up by it, before flinging him violently into the turnbuckles. A sick clank makes all at ringside wince, but that's nothing compared to there reaction as Erik charges in after him, connecting with a forearm that comes close to snapping the A-Lister's head back like a toilet seat opening.
The referee orders Erik to back out of the corner, but the Hoss stands his ground, ravaging Dorling's body with a trio of knees. As Chris heaves for air to fill his winded lungs, Erik rubs it in by again whipping him into the buckles, this time Dorling bounces right back off them to get caught in a Sidewalk Slam.
Hooking the leg, Erik leans back, putting all his weight across Dorling's chest.
"ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!"
Just as Bernie's hand comes down for the free, he halts, spotting Dorling's foot on the bottom rope.
As Erik shoots Roberts a poisoned glare, as he tries to explain, giving Dorling time to crawl to the ropes and pull himshimself up. Sizing Chris up in his sights, Erik lunges at him with a Big Boot, only for the wily King of Vegas to drop down, taking the top rope with him, to leave Erik straddling the cable. Before the giant Hoss can step off of it, Dorling shoots up, yanking the cable harshly to crotch Erik.
With the big man wincing, Dorling hops to the middle rope, then springs up to score an Enziguri to the back of Josten's head, sending him tumbling down to the floor.
Finally able to get his bearings back after Josten's onslaught, Dorling pulls himself up, then yanks back on the top rope. With Erik beginning to rise, Chris slingshots himself over the top, catching the big man with a crude DDT that thumps his head down on the mats. Resting against the safety barrier as he rises, Dorling ignores the abuse from the Josten fans, before hopping up onto the rail.
As Dorling keenly watches the rising Erik, before leaping off and dragging him down with a Bulldog.
Sitting up, Chris holds his arms out to gloat at taking the big man down.
Hopping up, Dorling circles a dazed Erik as he rises. Ready to strike, Dorling then shuffled into the position, and unloads with a string of kicks to Erik's knee and thigh. Standing firm against each of the blows, Erik shoots his right hand out and grabs around Dorling's throat. A few more kicks are reeled off, but Josten reacts by simple yanking Chris forward into a headbutt.
Then, Erik lifts Dorling up in a Military Press, before tossing him over the top rope and into the ring.
Climbing onto the apron, Dorling leaves himself exposes, and he thrusts his right foot out, catching Josten in the face. Josten drops down to the mats, stumbling back, allowing Dorling to abandon all concern for his own safety by launching himself down to ringside with a Suicide Springboard Corkscrew Bodypress that sandwiches the Hoss against the barrier as he topples back.
Rather than collapsing, Erik waves back and forth, allowing Chandler to push him forward, crudely rolling him back into the ring.
Pulling himself back onto the apron, Dorling grabs the top rope, and springboards onto it. Spinning 180 degrees, the King of Vegas rides the cable's spring, flying off with a Moonsault, and landing picture-perfectly across Erik's chest.
"ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!"
Just as some fans begin to think that Dorling has won his debut match, Erik presses him up, then tosses him a couple of feet across the ring.
Wide-eyed, Dorling stares back across at sat-up Erik. Shaking his head, a snarling Dorling storms back over to Erik and connects with a Dropkick to the face, but even the force of both feet can't flatten the Hoss. Getting ever more angry, the King of Vegas springs back up behind his seated opponent and scores with a kick to the spine, then one to the back of the neck, topping it all off with a rolling Neck Snap.
But as the cockily rolls back to his feet and turn around to look at Erik, he is simply staring right back at him.
"ERIK'S GONNA KILL YOU!!!!"
Stamping his feet, Dorling fumes as Erik pulls himself up, only to be met with an onslaught of kicks to the legs and body by Dorling. As each one connects, Josten grows a little smaller in stature as his legs tease buckling. A few kicks connect to the giant's side and ribs, doubling him over, an giving Dorling the chance to bounce of the ropes and fly over Erik into a Sunset Flip.
But, as Dorling pulls down on Erik's mammoth thighs, the Hoss refuses to topple... instead reaching down to grab Dorling around the neck with both hands.
Seamlessly, Erik lifts Dorling from off the canvas and into the air, holding him up by the throat. Before the A-Lister can desperately prise Erik's grip apart, Josten surges to the corner and throws Chris into the buckles, then plants him with a one-handed Bodyslam as he bounces back at him. Grabbing his spine and arching his back off the mat, Dorling grinds his teeth through the pain, only for Erik to stomp him back down flat, then mount the King of Vegas to unload with a barrage of forearms.
After a five count, Bernie Roberts tries to pull Erik from off of him, but the Hoss obeys the order and breaks.
With the weight of Erik no longer pinning him down, Dorling goes to scramble out of the ring, only for Josten to grab him by the wrist and reel him back in. Treating Dorling's body like a particularly passive rag doll, the Hoss whips him into the ropes, then steps forward, lifting the King of Vegas HIGH up into the arena air with a Flapjack. Camera flashes bleach ringside as Dorling finally hits his peak, at least 10 feet off the canvas, flapping his arms for a split second before he plummets back down to earth.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Such is the force of the landing that Chris bounces back up off the canvas, right into a Big Boot that sends the newcomer corkscrewing down awkwardly into the mat. Dropping down, Erik pins both of Dorling's shoulder to the mat with his gloved hands as Bernie slides down for the count.
"ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!"
Using all the power in his legs for the assist, Chandler kicks out, to gasps of shock from the fans.
Dorling is slow to stir, and the impatient Erik Josten isn't about to let his momentum subside. Again dragging Dorling up by the wrist, Erik whips him into the ropes, only for the newcomer to springboard off the middle cable with a Moonsault. But, as his body connects with Erik, the latter doesn't budge.
Despite the struggling of the slippery King of Vegas, Erik runs across the ring, then tries to drive Chandler through the canvas with a Powerslam.
"ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!"
The fans are in shock as this time Dorling gets a fingertip on the bottom rope. Josten raises off of Dorling as the frustration starts to set in. The momentary lapse allows Dorling to somehow pull himself up.
Josten turns back around towards Dorling and is met with both knees in his chest. Josten staggers as Dorling springboards off the middle rope and rocks him with a flying clothesline.
Grabbing both of Erik's colossal legs, Dorling rolls him up.
"ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!"
Erik bursts out of the pin.
Josten drags himself up. Smirking at his hurt opponent, Dorling lines him up, before felling the giant Hoss with a spinning kick. As Erik's head snaps back, his body soon follows, thumping against the mat to a mocking remark of "Timber!" by Dorling.
With Erik in prime position, Dorling heads to the corner, hopping to the top, before gracefully soaring up and over with the TrapDOR, landing his 205 pounds across Erik's chest.
"ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!"
Just as even the most hopeful fans believe it's over, Erik sits up, keeping hold of Dorling.
Refusing to believe what is happening, Dorling rapidly shakes his head as Erik gets to his feet. Thinking fast, Dorling frees his legs and swings down, trying to drill Josten through the ring with a Tornado DDT, but the giant Hoss refuses to budge, instead lifts Dorling back up, then pancaking him against the canvas with a Spinebuster.
"ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!"
Dorling somehow holds a defiant arm off the canvas.
Kneeling up, Erik stifles a chuckle, seemingly impressed by the resilience of the King of Vegas member. The slight grin then turns into a look of near pity as he drags the weary Dorling up, then clamps both hands around his throat. He thrusts Dorling 8 feet into the air for the Justice Bomb...
...only for Dorling to jam a thumb in his eye.
Released, Dorling drops to the mat, then rolls out onto the apron. Wincing, Erik staggers back as the King of Vegas then drags himself up and springboards into the ring... but is caught by Erik with the Peace-Maker, folded up like the proverbial accordion as the colossal Hoss spikes him down. Hooking far leg, Erik leans across the King of Vegas' chest, awaiting the three count.
"ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!"
But, again, the three evades him.
Looking up, Erik is met with the sight of Bernie Roberts signalling the two, and, over his shoulder, the sight of a Dorling's foot as it rests limply on the bottom rope. Fuming, Erik drags Dorling to the middle of the ring and again covers, grinding his face into the mat with his forearm.
"ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!"
Kick out.
Beginning to lose patience with the tactics of his opponent, Erik tries to calm himself, but the sight of a smug Dorling signalling to two with a teasing peace sign shatters his serenity.
Erik climbs to his feet and pulls Dorling up with him. He grabs him by the wrist... and pauses before screaming "LONG ARM OF THE LAW!!"
But instead of following through with the move, he lets go of Dorling and grabs his head. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" he yells as Roberts looks at him with a quizzical look. After a few moments, Erik seems to snap out of whatever was bothering him, but he's given Dorling a new lease on life.
Dorling, up on his feet, goes for his DORBreaker superkick.. but Josten barely manages to shift his head out of the way, sending the foot breezing past his ear. Both men turn and Josten swings with the Long Arm of the Law! Dorling ducks and counters with a School Boy!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
Masters: The winner and advancing in the Intercontinental Championship Contenders Tournament; CHRIS DORLING!
Dorling escapes out to the floor raising his arm in the air as Josten gets to both knee’s pounding the mat out of frustration
Diamond: Dorling pulled one off over Josten!
Erik Josten can’t believe it as Dorling celebrates up the ramp. The scene fades back to the locker room area.
ADAM BARKER and ANDY JOHNSON:
The crowd erupts as the WGWF World Television Champion Andy Johnson is shown backstage finishing up a warm up before tonight’s Main Event. The cheers divert into boos as Adam Barker enters the screen.
ADAM BARKER- “The Everyday Normal Guy…”
Adam states to louder boos from the crowd.
ADAM BARKER- “Let me cut to the chase, you’re due to defend the WGWF Television Championship; and on a night that will see James Raven versus MDK Part Two, on a night that will see Alyce Starchylde and Terry Borden inside a Steel Cage will be the very night that YOU come face to face with your maker when you defend the WGWF Television Championship against Chris Page in just two short weeks!”
There’s a pop for the match announcement.
ADAM BARKER- “Good luck, kid.”
Adam pats Andy on the shoulder as he exits the screen and we fade back to ringside.
Diamond: Brawl on the 19th just seem to be getting bigger and bigger as now Andy Johnson will defend the Television Championship against Chris Page! The next two First Round matches for the IC Title Contenders tournament AND MDK versus James Raven Part Two!
GX!!!
A familiar them begins to play over the speakers, building in intensity. The lights fade to black with the exception of a purple spotlight that is directed to the stage. There is little action at the top of the stage, until the ominous words echo from over the speakers...
"WHY SO SERIOUS?"
From the curtain, Grimoire Xmyles slowly walks out onto the top of the entrance ramp, his head is constantly hung as he walks down the entrance ramp. The fans roaring with elation towards the WGWF'S resident psychopath.
Derrick Diamond: Who would have thought that Grimoire Xmyles would be the runner-up in the West Coast Rumble? He certainly hasn’t missed a beat after all these years.
Ace Anderson: Personally, I was hoping that this was a ‘one and done’ deal. What business does he have here tonight?
Derrick Diamond: Grimoire Xmyles was second only to Chris Page on the night under dubious and controversial circumstances. Nobody expected The Phobia to perform at such a high level, but based on his performance, there were many who thought that GX would go all the way, myself included.
Ace Anderson: Well, that makes you an idiot.
Derrick Diamond: *sigh* I miss Flash Rotten.
Having entered the ring, Grimoire lifts a microphone his mouth, letting out a satisfied, if slightly menacing chuckle. He pauses for a moment, as if admiring the crowd like a serene view, or as potential victims… either way, his smile only increases in volume.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Welcome… to the Nightmare Factory.
The fans cheer his first words, the first words that they have heard live from his mouth in many years.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Just over two weeks ago, I made my return to the WGWF. Who would have thought that such a company would employ someone who, for lack of a better term, is clinically insane. I have done… many things. Things that would make your skin crawl and your stomachs churn. You all know how dangerous an individual I am.
Grimoire can barely get his words out over the roar of the fans. They are engrossed by his every statement. The Phobia has taken note of this, as if trying to make eye contact with every single individual out of the thousands in attendance all in one swoop.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: And yet, you people adulate me. You praise my misdemeanours. People call ME crazy, but you people… you people have a bloodlust even more insatiable than my own.
Another roar of the crowd echo Grimoire’s sentiments. A chant of ‘We Want Blood’ begins to ring out throughout the arena. Grimoire pauses to absorb the atmosphere being created by the frenzied crowd.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: I could kill each and every single one of you here if I felt like it.
The crowd roars! Grimoire lets out a satisfied smile while he awaits a lowering of volume from the crowd. It takes some twenty seconds, but as he elevates his microphone once again, it signals the crowd to go quiet.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Permit me to address the elephant in the room; the outcome of the West Coast Rumble…
Immediately, the crowds cheers turn to boos. They remember. They wanted GX to win, but to see him come up short in such a way as what transpired that night was not something.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: I’m not interested in championships or the expectation that comes by carrying one. Fame, or infamy, are of no value to me. It is the pain of others that gives me life. It feeds me. I didn’t care about winning the West Coast Rumble to headline Wrestle Wars. I only cared about winning in order to break the hearts of everybody else who were so desperate to win themselves. But, of course, Chris Page had formulated his own plan that interfered with my own. Still, at least M.D.K has an easier challenge as a result, because I’m sure he is aware that someone like me is too much for him to handle.
The crowd agree in the form of cheers.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Which brings me to the sole reason that I am out here… Lunacy, why don’t you bring your whichever face you choose to don out here so I can show you what happens when you interfere with my plans.
The roar from the fans this time is absolutely thunderous!
Derrick Diamond: Grimoire Xmyles has just called Lunacy out!
Ace Anderson: What a sore loser! He’s laying his hang-ups on Lunacy when it was Chris Page who eliminated him from the Rumble.
Derrick Diamond: You know as well as I do that Lunacy played a pivotal part in Grimoire’s elimination. I think he has a right to be upset!
There is a moment of awkward silence in the ring, yet the crowd remain vocal. It soon becomes apparent that Lunacy is not going to be making his presence made any time soon.
Ace Anderson: If I wanted to see a clown, I’d go to a circus. Lunacy knows better than to waste his time with nonsense like this.
Derrick Diamond: I don’t think Grimoire will take too kindly to this.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: No? Very well. There is always a Plan B. See, I’ve heard through the grapevine that there is a tournament being held to determine the contendership to the WGWF Intercontinental Championship. See, I’m not drawn to shiny objects like a magpie, but I can tell that you want to claim that spot for yourself, Lunacy. Am I right? Of course I am. Why else would you have enrolled yourself into such an event. Well know this. I will be there too.
The crowd erupts at Grimoire’s announcement.
Derrick Diamond: I can’t believe this! Grimoire Xmyles is going to be sticking around! And he’s just entered himself into the Intercontinental Title race.
Ace Anderson: He can’t do that! The management can’t allow this to happen!
Derrick Diamond: Oh, it’s happening, Ace. And the fans could not be more delighted about it.
‘Lotion’ by The Greenskeepers suddenly begins playing over the PA System. The crowd erupts as Lunacy steps through the curtain and out onto the stage. They do not appear to be cheering him based on his popularity, but more out of the prospect of him and GX coming to blows. Indeed, the intensity of the stare exchanged between the two is an early indication that things are about to get not just physical, but violent.
Derrick Diamond: Oh boy. Here we go!
Ace Anderson: Lunacy has heard enough. We’re about to see a bloodbath ensue between these two psychos.
Grimoire begins to laugh wickedly, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a crowbar that he had concealed all this time. The crowd let out another roar, but not out of pleasure upon seeing the weapon, but more out of warning. Just as Lunacy reaches for the bottom rope to pull himself up onto the apron, Grimoire is suddenly rushed from behind by The Jackdaw, flooring him in an instant. The crowbar clatters to the canvas. Lunacy releases his grip of the bottom rope and turns his back nonchalantly to what is happening in the ring. The Jackdaw swoops, kicking and stomping the grounded Xmyles, who is simply laughing in the face of danger. Grimoire’s screams are not of anguish, but more of pleasure.
Ace Anderson: What the hell is he laughing at? This isn’t the best time to remember a good joke.
Derrick Diamond: You forget just how twisted an individual GX truly is. He thrives off of pain, whether it is to being inflicted on others or on himself!
The Jackdaw continues with his assault, but Grimoire is able to wrap his fingers around the crowbar that he had dropped and swings it violently across his chest, striking The Jackdaw right in the shin. The Jackdaw howls in pain as Grimoire rolls onto his front and pushes himself up. He drives the crowbar deep into The Jackdaw’s chest. He doubles over in pain. Grimoire sends another shot Jackdaw’s way, this time across the shoulders. The Jackdaw drops to his knees, wincing in agony. Grimoire looks over his shoulder towards Lunacy, who has stopped in his tracks on the entrance ramp. GX lets out another wicked smile as he turns back to The Jackdaw, using the crowbar to encourage The Jackdaw back to his feet by levering it under his chin. Once The Jackdaw is vertical, Grimoire boots him in the gut, before delivering a version of a Stunner. The crowd roars!
Derrick Diamond: SHOCK TREATMENT TO THE JACKDAW!
Grimoire immediately clambers on top of The Jackdaw’s fallen body and unleashes a flurry of erratic and deranged punches. GX is literally mauling The Jackdaw, when suddenly.
CRACK!
Out of nowhere, Brother Maylock delivers the top edge of a steel chair across the back of Grimoire’s skull. GX is down and possibly out!
Ace Anderson: There you go! That’s what you call an Equaliser.
Derrick Diamond: That’s twice in a three minute period that they’ve attacked GX from behind.
Brother Maylock begins laying in to GX before tending to The Jackdaw, helping him up to his feet. Dazed, but not fully confused, The Jackdaw accompanies Brother Maylock in the destruction of Grimoire Xmyles, who appears to be relishing every single strike. Frustrated by Grimoire’s retaliation previously, The Jackdaw thrusts his arm upwards several times, gesturing for Brother Maylock to lift GX onto his feet. Grimoire looks droopy, yet is still able to maintain his crazed smile. The Jackdaw motions for the Corax Clutch, but he is suddenly cut off by Lunacy. Lunacy places one hand on The Jackdaw’s chest, shaking his head whilst gently pushing him back. The Jackdaw complies, albeit reluctantly.
Lunacy struts cockily towards Grimoire, who glares back at him, his crooked teeth bare like a rabid dog on a leash. Out of pure disrespect, Lunacy delivers a sickening slap to Grimoire’s face, the full surface area of Lunacy’s palm connecting with Xmyles’ cheek. The crowd ‘oohs’ at the force applied. Grimoire thrashes around, trying to free himself from Brother Maylock’s clutches, before suddenly he is hoisted on top of Lunacy’s shoulders. Before he can react, Lunacy plants him.
Ace Anderson: THORAZINE!
Derrick Diamond: GX is out!
Lunacy stares over the fallen Grimoire for a moment, before shaking his head as if the whole endeavour had been a waste of his time. As he leaves the ring, so too do Brother Maylock and The Jackdaw, the latter glaring at GX, still not forgiving him from his elimination from the West Coast Rumble at The Phobia’s hand. As they walk up the entrance ramp and onto the stage, the crowd cheers as Grimoire begins to stir in the ring, dragging himself across the canvas whilst chuckling to himself before using the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet, draping himself over the top rope by hooking his arms over it.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Are you done already? I thought we were just getting started.
He says this menacingly, as if enticing them to return to the ring. The Jackdaw visibly looks the most annoyed out of the trio, but once again it is Lunacy’s reason that keeps him subdued. Instead,
Derrick Diamond: Something tells me that things aren’t over between Grimoire Xmyles and Lunacy.
Ace Anderson: Gee, you think!?
Derrick Diamond: With both men entered into the Intercontinental Contendership Tournament, they are sure to collide somewhere down the road. The floodgates of hell have been opened., folks. Stay tuned.
The cameras fade to a commercial.
MATCH 2:
M.D.K.
versus
SIMON JACOBS
The opening piano riff of ‘Runaway’ by Kanye West plays fills the arena as the lights go out. The lights come to life as the song kicks off revealing Simon Jacobs as he starts to make his way down to the ring.
Masters: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring from Detroit, Michigan weighing in at 225lbs… Simon Jacobs!”
Diamond: “Simon hasn’t had the best of starts in the WGWF but could make a name for himself against the recently dethroned World Heavyweight Champion M.D.K.”
Baxter: “That is if he shows up as he was noticeable in his absence earlier tonight…”
He climbs up the steps and through the ropes and prepares himself in the ring as ‘Charlie Big Potato’ kicks in.
Diamond: “Here he comes!”
Baxter: “I don’t see anybody…”
Masters: “And his opponent… from London England by way of Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 270lbs… M… D… K!”
But M.D.K. remains nowhere to be seen as Simon begins to discuss matters with the referee.
Baxter: “I think Jacobs is going for a cheap count-out win!”
The referee starts to count as Jacobs looks on with an excited grin on his face.
Diamond: “You might not like it but a win is a win!”
As the referee gets to six, there is movement in the crowd and it appears that a fan has leaped the barricade. Before anybody can react, the fan has slipped into the ring and pulls out a length of metal and charges at Jacobs and cracks him on the head from behind! Jacobs crashes to the floor and the sceptre is thrown from the ring along with the fan’s hat…
Diamond: “That fan has to be restrained!”
Baxter: “That’s not a fan… it’s M.D.K.”
M.D.K. is in a pair of jeans, a shirt and a jacket as he taps the referee on the shoulder and indicates that he is here. The referee looks down at the motionless Jacobs before indicating that he can continue. M.D.K. obliges by putting the boots into the head and ribs of Jacobs before starting to drop knees across the ribs of the newcomer.
Diamond: “I guess M.D.K. is here then and starting with a cheap shot…”
Baxter: “Do you want to tell him that? He doesn’t look in the mood.”
The former champion drags Jacobs to his feet and drives him into the corner and delivers some stiff knees to the ribs of Simon before almost decapitating him with violent European uppercuts. He locks him up, pulls him away from the corner and delivers a sickening belly to belly suplex. The fans are booing him as he flips the crowd off and walks over to Jacobs, drags him up to his feet and delivers a headbutt that cracks his nose and sets off a reservoir of blood to trickle down his face.
Diamond: “This isn’t a match… this is a damn assault…”
M.D.K. goes behind Jacobs and drives him into the mat with a straight jacket suplex, he rolls through and delivers a dragon suplex and then drags him up again, looks behind him and drags him back a few steps before hauling him backwards with a release German suplex that sends Jacobs head and neck first into the turnbuckle! The crowd fall silent as his body jack-knifes at a hideous angle before slumping to the mat. The referee goes to step in between the combatants and M.D.K. stands over the helpless official and tells him to move.
Baxter: “I think M.D.K. wants to finish the match.”
Diamond: “And his career…”
M.D.K. drags the deadweight of Jacobs to his feet and then with eyes wide in fury, he drives him to the mat with a HellShot! He makes the cover…
1!
2!
3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Masters: “Here is your…”
But M.D.K. snatches the microphone away from Donald before he can finish and the still silenced crowd try to boo but as medics attend to Jacobs, they fall silent again as M.D.K. speaks up.
M.D.K.: “You think I’d quit? You honestly fucking think I’d take my ball and go home? Do I look like Ryder fucking Rebel to you peasants?”
He paces the ring and smirks as Jacobs is loaded onto a stretcher.
M.D.K.: “You see, some might think that I’ve done it all here now in the WGWF and some might think that once you’ve been the top dog that there’s nothing left to do. But I have so much more to inflict upon each and every miserable one of you. Misery, pain and despair will all be yours and while I might not still be champion… I AM STILL YOUR FUCKING KING!”
Boos rise up as M.D.K. doesn’t even crack a smile.
M.D.K.: “That’s why Tristan, you can keep that World Heavyweight Championship warm for me… you can keep it nice and shiny for me because I’m coming for it…”
A pop goes up at the prospect of another M.D.K. Slater match…
M.D.K.: “… when I see fit…”
And now boos at the prospect of it not happening soon.
M.D.K.: “You can keep telling yourself that you are champion, you can keep telling yourself that you are something but you have had three opportunities against me with the title on the line… Wrestle Wars last year… you didn’t beat me. Summer Madness last year… you didn’t beat me and at the West Coast Rumble? You. Didn’t. Beat. Me.”
“And you can no-sell that like every other criticism levelled at you but just remember that little voice in your ear that will remind you each and every time. You can beat Paul Frost, you can lose to me and you can beat your estranged pet potato. But you can’t… beat… me.”
“So if you want a chance to prove that you can? You want a chance to prove that you are worth something other than a flat track bully? You’d better prove it to me because in the meantime, I have bigger, better and superior thangs to deal with.”
“Enjoy my cast offs Tristan, that title isn’t worth my time right now. I have bigger fish to fry… like on the next Brawl…”
A murmur of excitement.
M.D.K.: “Like a girl in a domestic violent relationship, I have a pretty little thing as a glutton for punishment and always begging for more… and next week she has to get another pounding in the ring… Not my darling queen this time, I’m talking about James Raven and his endeavour to start a new little baby in his tour… Well like any baby that is poorly planned and not nurtured, your little baby James Raven… will be still born as I render you truly… and utterly… INFERIOR!”
Charlie Big Potato plays again and M.D.K. climbs out of the ring with the scowl on his face. He walks past Simon Jacobs as the EMTs wheel him up the ramp and M.D.K. nonchalantly tips him out of his stretcher. The crowd boos again as M.D.K. heads to the back.
Diamond: “I guess M.D.K. isn’t done with the WGWF after all!”
Baxter: “I never doubted him for a minute!”
2018 WEST COAST RUMBLE WINNER:
The crowd erupts with a massive ovation that’s more cheers than boos as “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE walks out to the top of the ramp; cheer or boo, every fan is reacting in some way as Chris stands at the top of the ramp with his hands on his hips.
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman please welcome the 2018 and only TWO time West Coast Rumble Winner, “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE!
Diamond: Like it, love it or hate it there’s no denying that just two short weeks ago that man right there made history once again by becoming the only man to win the West Coast Rumble Match on two separate occasions.
Baxter: More importantly he’s going to Wrestle Wars Twelve and will be challenging THE Tristan Slater for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.
Chris starts to walk towards the ring full of confidence with his stride. He reaches ringside where he makes his way up the ring steps and to the ring apron where he steps through the ropes and into the ring. Page walks across the ring towards the far set of turnbuckles where he climbs up on to the middle turnbuckles throwing both arms up in the air drawing a louder pop from the crowd. Chris hops down on off the buckles and to the mat where he reaches out through the ropes calling for the microphone which Donald Masters passes to him. Chris reaches center ring as the music dies down. The crowd starts a massive “YOU MADE HISTORY! YOU MADE HISTORY! YOU MADE HISTORY!” chant that gets louder and louder as Chris starts to nod his head up and down as the crowds chant gets louder and louder.
Diamond: Respect from this Portland crowd for one of the all-time greats.
Chris raises the microphone speaking over the audience.
CHRIS PAGE- “You’re damn right I did.”
The crowd roars even louder for Chris before they break out into a “CCP! CCP! CCP!” chant which he shakes his head “no” too while raising the microphone back up to his lips.
CHRIS PAGE- “You all can keep your chants because this history that I made at the West Coast Rumble was made by ME, not any of you.”
The chant starts to fade as some boos can be heard mixed with the cheers.
CHRIS PAGE- “I don’t need your respect; I am “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE! “
The chant completely fades out to nothing but boos as Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE- “I’m the reason all of your asses are in those seats and I’m the man that has EARNED the right to move on to Wrestle Wars Twelve to challenge Tristan Slater for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.”
Chris pauses for just a moment.
CHRIS PAGE- “But before I go there I wanted to take a moment and look back at the West Coast Rumble Match and how unfair it was for our Queen to be forced to start the Rumble because Flash Rotten had a hard on for me considering I dropped him on his face, not her. I wonder what would have happened had Alyce had a FAIR shot at drawing her number just like everybody else.”
Chris states.
CHRIS PAGE- “We had monsters, Big Riggs, deranged psychopaths, a bastard son and a heap of others that targeted the Royal Family, targeted Alyce Starchylde; it was us versus them from the moment the Royal Family stepped foot in the ring until the moment I threw Grim over the top rope to cement my SECOND, count them, SECOND West Coast Rumble victory.”
The boos ring out drawing a smirk from Page as he continues.
CHRIS PAGE- “It’s at this time that I would like for you to all rise as I request the presence of OUR Queen, ALYCE STARCHYLDE!”
Alyce emerges through the curtain to a chorus of boos, a smile on her face, wearing a shirt with a red hood pulled up. She waits for a moment and is joined on her left by Lunacy and on her right by Jackdaw. Behind her is the massive form of Brother Maylock. They begin to walk down the aisle together as the crowd boos. Anarchy stops at ringside as Alyce rolls into the ring and crosses to Chris Page, a smile on her face. She embraces Page to massive boos from the crowd.
CHRIS PPAGE- “Thank you for coming out here and gracing me with your presence because there’s something that I have to get off my chest and it specifically involves you, it involves how you were screwed at the West Coast Rumble and it involves how we’re going to fix it.”
Alyce steps back appearing slightly confused as Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE- “I have been incredibly loyal to both my majesties because they are loyal to me; and by winning the West Coast Rumble that means the Royal Family won the West Coast Rumble. I would love nothing more than to move on to Wrestle Wars Twelve and bust down that “wall” Slater chipped at… but I have other issues to address.”
Chris turns and faces his Queen.
CHRIS PAGE- “Which is why I’ve asked you out here, my Queen, because if there’s anyone on this roster that actually DESERVES to be-heading Slater on the grandest stage of em’ all… it’s you.”
The fans roar with massive boos as Chris simply talks over them.
CHRIS PAGE- “Alyce, my Queen…”
Chris kneels down to one knee while looking up at Queen Alyce Starchylde.
CHRIS PAGE- “I’m giving you something that you might have had a fair shot at earning had we not been dealing with a biased General Manager; I’m giving you the Main Event of Wrestle Wars Twelve so that you might finish your business with one Tristan Slater and so that you may rise to the top of the WGWF and become the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion!”
The crowd erupts with massively loud boos as Alyce motions for Chris to rise which he does as she walks over wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering something into his ear. They pull away from each other and microphone doesn’t pick up the words they’re having. There’s a nod from Page as he shifts his attention back towards the camera as he then states.
CHRIS PAGE- “Andy Johnson.”
Chris seriously states as he continues.
CHRIS PAGE- “I just gave up a chance to headline the single biggest show of the year, I just gave up my chance at becoming an eight time World Heavyweight Champion… If I gave all that up just to get my hands on you, what do you think I’m GOING to do to you?”
Chris passes the microphone off to his Queen as the crowd roars with loud, loud boos.
ALYCE: Well, this isn't exactly the way I PLANNED for this to happen but since Flash tried to screw me, he gets what he gets. Look, when a star of Page's caliber wants to turn over his shot at the title to me...who am I to say no? Chris, your star with the Royal Family continues to brighten..."Dilly Dilly!"
ANARCHY (at Ringside): Dilly Dilly!
ALYCE: Look ladies and gentlemen, you may think you got swindled somehow but frankly, I could give a rats ass what most of you think. None of you live lives that matter and you all live vicariously through US! So whether you think I deserve this or whether you think I don't...it just doesn't matter what you think...this thing, it's already done. So come Wrestle Wars it's me versus whoever the fuck happens to be holding that belt and if it isn't my mad King, then Slater, I hope like HELL it's you...you are in for the beating of your life. Cable can't protect you and Andy Johnson is going to be a little distracted. And if you look at ring side, you see the Royal allies and I know Lunacy in particular has set your world on fire...and he has NO problem doing that for me...
ANARCHY (at Ringside): Dilly Dilly!
ALYCE: So you all are looking at the New Order of WGWF...at the top of the mountain is the Royal Family and everybody else eats leftovers. This is our world, this is our fed, this is our time so Slater, one way or another your days are numbered!
ANARCHY (at Ringside...with some of the crowd beginning to join in): Dilly Dilly!
ALYCE: And if the people don't like it, well booing is free and everything else COSTS YOUR ASS SOMETHING!
The fans ERUPT!!
Diamond: Is it?!?!?!
The ovation reaches MASSIVE proportions as “THE REAL AMERICAN” TERRY BORDEN emerges out to the top of the ramp dressed in jeans, a yellow and red “BREED-A-MANIA” tank top, yellow shades with black lenses and a matching bandanna!
Baxter: Isn’t it past his bedtime?
Terry stops at the top of the ramp as we see Lunacy, Brother Maylock and the Jackdaw line up in front of the ring at the foot of the entrance ramp begging Borden to come on down. Terry holds up the index finger of his left hand before reaching back with his right hand pulling a microphone from his back pocket. The music fades out as a thunderous chant of “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!” chant erupts throughout the building while in the ring neither Alyce of Chris Page are amused as they look on while Terry raises the microphone to the chant getting louder and louder as the living legend.
Diamond: Listen to this chant directed at the WGWF Hall of Famer!
Terry lowers the microphone as the chant gets louder and louder before slowing breaking into a “BORDEN! BORDEN! BORDEN! BORDEN!” chant. Terry nods his head in approval as he once again raises the microphone while shifting his attention towards the members of Anarchy.
TERRY BORDEN- “You DUDES don’t think I’m stupid enough to walk into that trap, BROTHER!”
The crowd erupts!!!
TERRY BORDEN- “Nice to see you again… Alyce.”
Borden’s attention shifts towards the ring where he removes his shades before clipping them to the top of his tank top so that he might look at Alyce and Page standing in the middle of the ring.
TERRY BORDEN- “So let me make sure I’m understanding this correctly, I mean I am getting up in age.”
Terry sarcastically spouts out to some laughter from the crowd as he continues.
TERRY BORDEN- “You lose the West Coast Rumble and your single biggest lackey goes on to win the Rumble only to come out here and “give” his shot to you?”
Terry looks out towards the crowd as he continues.
TERRY BORDEN- “Didn’t Adam Barker just remove Flash Rotten for recent “questionable decisions” but yet he signs off on this?”
Terry shishifts his attention back towards the ring and at Alyce.
TERRY BORDEN- “Funny how this worked out.”
Another chant of “BORDEN! BORDEN! BORDEN!” breaks out as Alyce yawns in the ring.
TERRY BORDEN- “Yeah, yawn all you want to SISTER consider from what I hear the BEST thing you do involves opening your mouth… wide.”
The crowd ROARS!!!
Baxter: Shots fired!
Chris Page takes the microphone from his Queen and he starts to raise it Terry cuts him off with a quickness.
TERRY BORDEN- “And we’ve all heard enough from you, thunder lips.”
Borden cuts back to Alyce as the fans are eating out of the palm of his hands.
TERRY BORDEN- “Let me cut to the chase and make this short and sweet… Alyce Starchylde versus Terry Borden in TWO WEEKS live on Monday Night Brawl!”
The crowd roars once again!!
TERRY BORDEN- “And I want it in a match that will not see any of your minions get involved; we’re doing this inside of a STEEL CAGE!”
The roof explodes!
TERRY BORDEN- “That is if you aren’t scared that this senior citizen will kick your ass, again, SISTER!”
Borden drops the microphone….
Diamond: The challenge has been issued! The gauntlet thrown down! The ball is in Queen Alyce’s court!!
Baxter: Terry Borden just signed his own death certificate.
Terry turns and makes his exit back through the curtain leaving Alyce seething in the ring as Chris tries to calm his Queen down. The scene fades backstage.
MATCH 3:
INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDERS TOURNAMENT
FIRST ROUND
THE MONSTER SILENCE
versus
LUNACY
Masters: The following contest is a FIRST ROUND match in the Intercontinental Championship Contenders Tournament!
Masters: Introducing first, “THE MONSTER” SILENCE!
There’s a loud ovation as the near seven foot bearded monster emerges out to the top of the ramp through the curtain.
Diamond: Here’s a Monster on a mission!
The crowd erupts with boos as Lunacy is out with a chair in hand smacking it against the back of The Monster Silence cutting the music off! Silence staggers forward a Lunacy comes with a second chair shot across the back staggering the monster to ringside!
Baxter: This match hasn’t started so this is all legal!
Silence turns around as we see Lunacy charge forward where Silence throws his right boot up into the chair sending it bouncing off the skull of Lunacy! Lunacy drops the chair as Silence comes forward snatching Lunacy by the right arm yanking him forward into a short arm clothesline taking Lunacy to the floor! The crowd roars as Silence reaches down picking Lunacy up off the floor where he sends him crashing into the security barrier!
Diamond: This is breaking down!
Silence charges forward looking to spear Lunacy through security barrier! Lunacy dives out of the way at the last second sending Silence smashing through the security barrier! The crowd roars at the carnage! Lunacy comes forward stomping down upon the monster Silence! Lunacy reaches down picking Silence up off the floor bringing him back to the ringside area where he looks to whip him into the ring post, Silence reverses and it’s Lunacy bouncing face and shoulder first off the ring post!
Baxter: Are they even going to get in the ring!
Lunacy falls to the floor as Silence reaches down picking up the chair Lunacy introduced. Lunacy starts to get to his feet where he met with a jabbing shot to the midsection doubling Lunacy over! The Monster Silence smashes the chair across the back of Lunacy driving Lunacy down into the floor! Silence lets out a primal screams drawing a pop from the crowd as he reaches down picking Lunacy up off the floor where he takes him up in the air with a Military Press where he throws Lunacy over the top rope and into the ring! The Monster climbs up on the ring apron and steps over the top rope and into the squared circle.
DING…. DING…. DING….
Diamond: Now we’re underway!
Silence mows over Lunacy with a running shoulder block! Silence follows up with a leaping elbow drop crashing down on the sternum of Lunacy! He makes a cover.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…..THR
Lunacy kicks out of the near fall as Silence gets back to a vertical base. He reaches down picking Lunacy up off the mat with ease before hurling him into a neutral corner. Silence charges in after Lunacy looking for a running splash, Lunacy side steps Silence sending the Monster crashing into the buckles where he staggers backwards into a back stabber by Lunacy! Lunacy makes the cover on the Monster.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THR
Silence kicks out to an ovation from the crowd.
Baxter: This hasn’t been pretty!!
Lunacy hammers away with straight right hands to the face of Silence! The referee starts laying the count to Lunacy who breaks away at the four count and as he gets to his feet he’s admonished by the referee. Lunacy breaks past the official and starts stomping at the fore head of Silence before dropping down chocking the monster with both hands across his neck!
Diamond: Some strong words thrown around this weekend by these two and we knew this one wasn’t going to be a pure wrestling match! This is a fight!
The referee lays the count to Lunacy who breaks the choke at the four count to massive boos from the Sold Out Portland crowd.
Baxter: The winner of this will move on to face Chris Dorling in four weeks, so you know he’s somewhere backstage watching this shit show! I wouldn’t want to face EITHER of these men.
Lunacy is back to his feet where he’s once again admonished by the referee and once again he blows right past him as he picks Silence up off the mat by the beard. Lunacy holds Silence by the beard with his left hand before starting to hammer away with hard right hands with his right hand! The referee once again lays the count to Lunacy who breaks away at the four count! The referee once again admonishes Lunacy who shoves the referee out of the way as he comes forward and into the right palm of Silence around his throat! Silence hoists Lunacy high in the air driving him violently driving Lunacy into the mat with a thunderous chokeslam to a massive ovation from the crowd!
Diamond: Listen to the ovation from this crowd!
Silence looks down at Lunacy before looking out over the sold out crowd to a massive, massive ovation. Silence holds his right thumb up before turning it down! The fans roar louder and louder as Silence reaches down picking Lunacy up off the mat where he scoops him up over his right shoulder, the referee is entirely to close and catches one of Lunacy’s boots to the temple knocking him down to the mat as the Monster looks to plant Lunacy into the mat with the Running Powerslam! Lunacy slides down the back and connects with a low blow!!!
Baxter: It’s not cheating if you don’t get caught.
The crowd boos intently as Brother Maylock and The Jackdaw sprint down to the ring with chairs in hands!
Diamond: We got company!
The slide into the ring where The Jackdaw tosses his chair to Lunacy before reaching down picking the Monster Silence up off the mat where he holds him in place for Brother Maylock who comes forward swing his chair at Silence’s head! Silence ducks out of the way and Brother Maylock smashes the chair over the head of the Jackdaw! Lunacy swings at Silence and again Silence evades and Lunacy smashes his chair into the face of Brother Maylock!
Baxter: NO!!
Silence picks up Brother Maylocks chair and as Lunacy turns around Silence crushes Lunacy across the top of the head with a vile chair shot!!
DING!! DING!!! DING!!!!
Diamond: The referee came around!
The crowd roars with massive boos as the referee came around just in time to see Silence strike Lunacy! Silence stands over Lunacy with the chair in hand!
Masters: Ladies and gentleman the referee has informed me that the winner of this contest… as a result of a DISQUALIFICATION… LUNACY!
Baxter: JUSTICE IS SERVED!
Diamond: Come on!!
The crowd roars with massive boos as the announcement is made. Lunacy and Anarchy roll out to the floor as Silence tosses his chair to the mat before making his way over the referee! Silence scoops him up over his shoulder and drives him into the mat with the RUNNING POWERSLAM! The fans ERUPT!
Baxter: He should be fined or suspended!
The fans roar loudly as Silence stands tall throwing his arms up in the air as the scene fades back to the locker room area.
ADAM BARKER AND ERIK JOSTEN:
Erik Josten sits in his locker room on a bench still in disbelief over what transpired earlier tonight with Chris Dorling. Adam Barker pokes his head in the locker room as he states.
ADAM BARKER- “Tough break.”
Erik raises his head as he states.
ERIK JOSTEN- “Do I look like I’m in the mood?”
ADAM BARKER- “Perhaps you might be in a better mood if you listen to what I am going to propose…”
Adam steps into the locker room as his attention is firmly directed on Erik Josten.
ADAM BARKER- “I like you and I think you’ve got a huge upside and while I can’t give Erik Josten another crack at the Intercontinental Championship contenders tournament because that would be “biased”…”
Adam states.
ADAM BARKER- “But I can offer the last spot in this contenders tournament to “Citizen Truth”.”
Adam winks at Josten.
ADAM BARKER- “Think about it…”
Adam walks out of the locker room whistling the theme some to “Real American” as we fade.
BLACK DEATH MESSAGE:
Cutting to backstage , Black Death is sitting on a chair watching a monitor. Black Death stand up and starts to bounce around the room. And then stops and starts to talk.
BLACK DEATH- “I can wait … IC tourney, Black Death, someone going to get hurt.”
Black Death stops and walks away from the camera as we cut back to ringside.
MAIN EVENT:
JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE and ANDY JOHNSON
versus
ALYCE STARCHYDLE and CHRIS PAGE
Masters: The following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for One Fall and is your MAIN EVENT of the evening…
The fans ERUPT!
Masters: Making his way to the ring he is the WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPION, “THE EVERYDAY NORMAL GUY” ANDY JOHNSON!
The Portland crowd erupts louder as Andy walks out to the top of the ramp with the WGWF TV Title slung over his shoulder. "Everyday Normal Guy" by Jon Lajoie blasts over the PA as My Roommate Terry and WGWF security and staff drag "The Everyday Normal Guy" Andy Johnson down the ramp. Andy is kicking and screaming the whole way as Terry yells at him that they need to pay rent this week and feed Mr. Tibbles their pet cat! They roll Andy into the ring. Andy gets up and looks nervous as hell as he's all ready sweating bullets waiting for his opponent to come down that ramp and give him the beating of his life time!!
Masters: And his partner….
The roof explodes!
Masters: Making his way to the ring… representing the New Breed Foundation, JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE!!!
Attention shifts to the top of the ramp as anticipation for the Man Beast emergence begins to grow.
Baxter: Cable thought better of it because he knows he can’t hang against the Royal Family.
Diamond: Would you stop!
Camera’s cut back towards the Gorilla Position where we find John Cable laid out on his stomach and TRISTAN SLATER coming down across the back of Cable with a chair shot from a dented up chair as he tosses it to the concrete floor as officials rush over separating the World Champion from his former best friend.
Baxter: Slater laid out Cable!!
Tristan screams down at Cable.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “We’re just getting started, boy!”
John Cable is motionless as we cut back to ringside where reality for Andy Johnson starts to set in.
MASTERS: Introducing the opponents, representing the ROYAL FAMILY; first he is the 2018 West Coast Rumble Winner “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE and his partner “QUEEN” ALYCE STARCHYDLE!
Alyce and Page saunter out to the top of the ramp where their seemingly licking their chops as they start to walk towards the ring pointing at Andy.
Diamond: Andy Johnson has just found himself in a glorified Handicap Match thanks to the new World Champion THE Tristan Slater.
Andy has a shocked look on his face as all this has unfolded. Alyce and Chris reach ringside with the realization they’re about to royally bust up the bastard son of CCP. Chris climbs up on the ring apron and steps through the ropes while the Queen makes her way up the steel steps before stepping in the ring where she skips around in the ring.
Baxter: Andy Johnson is about to have the worst night of his life.
The music fades away as the referee doesn’t really know what to do here before shaking his head. Chris and Alyce surround the referee demanding he ring the bell. The referee calls for the bell.
DING… DING… DING…
The crowd erupts with loud boo’s as the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion THE Tristan Slater emerges out to the top of the ramp with the World Title slung over the right shoulder. Tristan starts to walk towards the ring.
Diamond: What is all this about?
THE Tristan Slater reaches ringside as all eyes of the combatants in the ring are locked on the Champion as he walks around the ring towards the announces table. THE Tristan Slater props the World Title up so that is faces the ring before taking a vacant seat at the announcers table where he puts on a headset.
Baxter: And it appears we’re being joined on commentary by the new World Heavyweight Champion THE Tristan Slater.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Don’t gush over it or anything, I mean I know I’m not your King or Queen.”
Diamond: Speaking of Queen, it appears she is going to Wrestle Wars to meet you for the title; and apparently you just helped her out by taking out Cable and effectively making this a Handicap Match.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m out here tonight to sit back and watch this train wreck unfold. I didn’t help Alyce… I hurt Cable!”
In the ring Alyce steps out to the ring apron as Chris Page is going to start things off for his team.
Diamond: Regardless of why you did it you’ve left Andy Johnson in a Handicap Match situation here.
Chris and Andy slowly circle each other in the ring but before they lock up…
The fans ROAR as all eyes shift towards the top of the ramp where TERRY BORDEN emerges out to the top of the ramp still in his street clothes from earlier tonight.
Baxter: What the hell?!?!
Borden starts to make his way towards the ring! The fans get louder and louder as Terry Borden reaches ringside.
Diamond: Two weeks from tonight its Starchylde and Borden locked inside a 15 foot high steel cage! It looks like Borden is coming to TEAM with Andy Johnson!
The crowd roars loudly as Terry Borden comes around the ring where he climbs up on the ring apron taking the corner that should be seeing John Cable! With gleeful Andy looking at Borden allows Page to sucker punch him in the jaw!
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Looks like we got ourselves a higher profile Tag Team Attraction with the involvement of a legitimate legend that is Terry Borden; you’re welcome.”
Page drives his son back into a neutral corner where he laces him across the chest with a knife edge chop that echoes throughout the building! Page delivers a second chop across the chest of Johnson before bringing him out of the corner with a snap mare take over. Andy is seated on the mat as Chris comes out from the turnbuckles leaping over Andy while snapping his neck forward! Page forces Andy’s shoulders to the mat.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…..
Andy kicks out to a pop from the crowd as we see Page lock in a rear chin lock on Johnson. Terry Borden paces the ring apron as the rallies the crowd to get behind Andy. The referee checks the chin lock before asking Andy to surrender which he refuses as he starts to work his way back to his feet, he turns into the chin lock driving several elbows to the midsection breaking the grip of Page, Andy looks to run towards the ropes only to be dropped to the mat with a double handful of hair by Page! The crowd boo’s intently as Chris picks Andy up off the mat locking on to a front waist lock where he delivers an overhead belly to belly suplex!
Baxter: The father is laying a beating upon his son.
Page is back to his feet where he looks towards the corner as his Queen who motions for him to continue. Chris picks Andy up off the mat where he shoots him into a neutral corner. Page charges in after Andy who side steps Chris at the last second sending Page crashing chest and sternum first into the buckles and he staggers backwards as Andy bounces off the ropes delivering a reverse neck breaker to Chris Page! The crowd roars intently as the TV champion takes a mount position on his father and starts reigning down with hard right hands! The crowd gets louder and louder with each strike to Page’s forehead! The referee lays the count to Johnson who gets up off Page at the four count where he reaches down picking Chris up off the mat. Johnson scoops Page up over his shoulder delivering a body slam! Johnson follows up with an elbow drop where he makes the cover.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO……
Page kicks out with ease as we see Andy reach a vertical base. He picks Chris up off the mat where he drives him back into the corner that houses Terry Borden! Johnson makes the tag to Borden as the fans erupt! Chris slips out of the way and back out towards the center of the ring as the living legend steps through the ropes and into the ring!
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “The guy even gets a bigger pop than Cable! You can’t tell me I didn’t make this main event better!
Baxter: He’s got a point.
The crowd roars massively as Borden removes his shades and throws them out to the floor! Borden points at Alyce to a massive “YOUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!” chant from the crowd. Chris turns towards Alyce who has a sly smirk on her face as she casually extends her arm out and Page makes the tag! The boos are unreal as Starchylde steps through the ropes.
Diamond: Thoughts on having to defend the title against Alyce Starchydle at Wrestle Wars?
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Starchylde isn’t even a blip on my radar.”
Alyce smirks at Borden as she walks out meeting him in the center of the ring where she slaps him across the face! Alyce follows up with a boot to the midsection of Borden before sending him into the ropes, Borden bounces off the ropes running over Alyce with a running shoulder block the blows the roof off the building! The ovation gets louder as Borden rips off his tank top before hurling it out to the floor as Starchylde backs up into a neutral corner where she gets to her feet.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “How can someone like her give me a run for my money when she’s getting owned by a senior citizen?”
Baxter: Don’t sell our Queen short, she’s pushed you to your limits before and could very well do it again come Wrestle Wars Twelve
Alyce comes out from the corner where she and Borden start to circle each other before the look to lock up center ring only Starchylde gouges Borden in the eyes to loud boos from the crowd! Starchylde drives several forearm shots to the jaw before taking Borden back into the ropes where she looks for another Irish Whip, Borden reverses and it’s Starchylde who bounces off the ropes latching on to the top rope and sling shooting out to the floor as Borden throws up a Big Boot of Doom attempt!
Diamond: The Queen takes a powder.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “And you’re shocked? This is the same chick that is okay with being handed a World Title shot without earning it we’re talking about here.”
The crowd boos Alyce as she’s on the floor. Page jumps down to the floor where he and his Queen go over last minute strategy. She nods as Page climbs back up on the ring apron as does Starchylde. Alyce steps back into the ring where she turns and tags Chris Page back into the contest. Page steps through the ropes and immediately charges towards Borden who ducks under a clothesline attempt sending Page bouncing off the ropes and into a Powerslam by Borden! Terry makes the cover.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. TH
Page kicks out as we see Borden getting back to his feet where he picks Chris up off the mat nailing him with a hard right hard followed by a chop across the chest before taking Page back into a neutral corner, Borden fires Page across the ring into the opposite buckles where we see Borden running in after him with a clothesline into Page who is against the buckles! Terry twists the right arm of Chris Page before backing up into his corner where Andy tags back into the match before climbing the turnbuckles. He comes off the top rope with a double ax handle across the twisted right arm and shoulder of his father!
Diamond: Borden and Johnson are taking it to the Royal Family!!
Andy peppers Page in the jaw with some right jabs before he bounces off the ropes only to be met with a front waist lock by Page who hurls Andy overhead with a Belly to Belly Overhead Release Suplex! Page is back to his feet measuring Andy who starts to get back to his feet where Page comes up behind him taking a back waist lock where he delivers a Release German Suplex. Chris is back to a vertical base where he picks Andy up off the mat before hoisting him up on his shoulders. Page walks with Andy on his shoulders to his corner where Alyce tags in and scales the buckles. She is on the top rope where she leaps off with a Spinning Heel Kick into an Electric Chair by Page!
Diamond: High impact double team move by Starchylde and Page.
Alyce makes the cover on the Television Champion.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THR….
Johnson kicks out to a huge ovation from the crowd! Starchylde is back to a vertical base where she delivers a standing moonsault to Johnson where he makes another cover.
REFEREE: ONE… TWO….. THR…
Andy kicks out again! Alyce reaches both knees as she shakes her head before standing back to a vertical base where she reaches down picking Andy up off the mat before sending him into a neutral corner with an Irish Whip into the buckles, Starchylde looks to deliver a handspring elbow that Andy side steps sending Alyce crashing back first into the buckles where she bounces off the buckles and into a T-Bone Suplex by the Television Champion! Andy makes the cover hooking the leg!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THR….
Alyce kicks out to a gasp from the crowd. Andy works his way back to his feet where he picks Alyce up driving her back into the corner that houses Borden. Terry tags into the mat as Andy has Alyce pinned against the buckles with his shoulder! Terry starts unloading with hard right hands to the face of Starchylde!
Diamond: Borden is hammering away on Starchylde!
The sold out Portland crowd is on fire with each shot landed by Borden as the referee lays the count to Andy who breaks away at four count before stepping out to the apron. Terry locks in a front face lock on Starchylde as he bring her out towards the center of the ring where he lifts her up and suplexes Starchylde! Borden pops back up to his feet where he drops an elbow! He’s quickly back to his feet where he drops a second elbow! Borden is back up to his feet where he drops a third elbow before making a cover!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THRE….
Alyce kicks out to a massive gasp from the crowd with the near fall.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Even Borden gets closer to beating Starchylde than Cable does, you’re welcome.”
Terry Borden gets to his feet where reaches down picking Alyce up off the mat. He takes her back into the ropes where he sends her across the ring with an Irish Whip, Alyce bounces off the ropes ducking under a Borden clothesline where she comes to a stop and as Borden spins around he walks into a Superkick by Starchylde that sends Borden bouncing off the ropes and into a jumping Cutter by Starchylde! Alyce rolls Borden over making the cover.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THRE…
Borden kicks out to a massive ovation from the crowd! Alyce immediately begins choking Borden with both hands drawing boos from the crowd. Alyce breaks the choke at the referee’s four count as she gets back to her feet where she picks Terry up off the mat before sending him crashing into the buckles of the corner housing Chris Page. Alyce comes forward with a boot to the midsection of Borden before she tags Page back into the match. Chris steps through the ropes where he takes over on Borden with an Irish Whip, Borden bounces off the ropes and into a boot to the midsection by Page that doubles Borden over for Page who drives Terry face first into the mat with a Rocker Dropper! Chris rolls Borden over making a cover on Borden.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO…. THRE….
Borden escapes the near fall to another ovation from the crowd. Page works his way to his feet where he reaches down picking Borden up off the mat where he positions Terry for a Piledriver! The crowd roars as Borden counters with a back body drop! He falls towards his corner making the tag to Andy! The crowd roars as Andy once again scales the turnbuckles as he measures Page! Chris starts to stir and begin to work his way to his feet. Andy sets sail leaping off the top rope with a flying cross body block to his father!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THRE…
The crowd gasps with the near fall as Page escapes at the very last second! Andy pops back up to his feet charging across the ring with a cheap shot to Starchylde knocking her off the ring apron to a massive ovation from the crowd as we see Andy shift his attention back towards Chris Page who starts pushing himself up off the mat and to a vertical base. Andy comes forward with a boot to the midsection that doubles Page over! The crowd roars as Andy looks to deliver a Page Plant to Chris Page! Chris yanks his arms free and counters with an Alabama Slam into the mat driving Andy violently into the mat before falling backwards into the ropes close enough for Starchylde to make the blind tag! Alyce enters the ring where she runs towards the ropes delivering a springboard moonsault to the Television Champion! Alyce makes the cover.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THRE
Borden makes the save as he pulls Starchylde off the cover at the last second to a huge roar from the crowd.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “How is this match not over with yet? I’m for real.”
Diamond: We’re sorry this isn’t entertaining enough for you.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “The only thing entertaining about this Main Event is the fact that I’ve graced the both of you with my presence. I’m welcoming you all back to THE Tristan Slater Show where THE Tristan Slater is the star and everyone else is just a supporting cast. I’m the bread winner! I’m the money maker! I’m the reason asses are in seats and I’m the man you should all get on your knee’s for as I walk past you because without me you’re all nothing!”
In the ring Terry is forced back out to the ring apron as Alyce reaches a vertical base pointing at Borden before flipping him off. Alyce shifts her attention back towards Andy as she reaches down picking him up off the mat. She takes him back into a neutral corner before hoisting him up to a seated position where steps up to the middle turnbuckle before stepping up to the top turnbuckle where she delivers a Hurricanranna! There’s a pop from the crowd as Alyce reaches her feet turning and hitting Borden with a cheap shot off the ring apron! Alyce shifts her attention towards Johnson where she twirls her right hand in the air cupping it to her ear mocking Borden who gets to his feet on the floor. The fans roar with loud boo’s as Lunacy, The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock emerge out to the top of the ramp catching Borden’s attention. Alyce tags Page back in as Anarchy starts to make the slow walk towards the ring. Chris steps through the ropes and as Andy reaches his feet Page drops him with the PAGE PLANT! The crowd roars with boos as Page makes the cover.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THREE!!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
Masters: The winners of this contest, CHRIS PAGE and ALYCE STARCHYLDE!!
Immediately Alyce and Page start to stomp away at Andy Johnson as Anarchy charges towards Borden mowing him over with a three on one assault!
DING…. DING… DING….
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Oh look another numbers game!”
Anarchy hurl Borden into the ring before they all slide into the ring. Lunacy, Maylock and Jackdaw continue to work over Borden as Chris Page picks Andy up off the mat before sending him towards his Queen who delivers the Unicorn Stampede!
DING…. DING…. DING….
Suddenly the crowd roars as Tristan Slater stands up from the announcers desk as his eyes intently watch the five on two assaults continue! Tristan reaches up removing his headset before flipping it on the announcers table as he and Alyce lock eyes! Tristan steps out from around the announcers table where he walks up to the ring and climbs up on the ring apron as the fans cheer him. Slater fakes getting into the ring before dropping back down to the floor shaking his head from side to side.
Diamond: Slater is watching Andy Johnson and Terry Borden assaulted by the Royal Family!
The crowd roars as JOHN CABLE comes through the crowd behind the announcers table where he jumps the barricade and snatches the WGWF World Title off the announcers table and as Tristan spins around Cable smashes the gold plate into the skull of Slater to a thunderous ovation! The Man Beast shifts his attention towards the ring and with Anarchy and the Royal Family all looking towards him we see the Citizen sprint down towards the ring! He slides into the ring behind the members of Anarchy and connect with a double dropkick to the back of Lunacy and Maylock! Cable hits the ring where he’s met by stomps by Page and Starchylde! Citizen puts up a fight before he is taken over by the numbers of Anarchy….
Portland roars as all eyes now shift towards the ramp where the MONSTER SILENCE emerges through the curtain!
Diamond: Business has just picked up!
Silence starts to make the walk towards the ring with a huge purpose! He reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron and as he steps over the top rope and out to the floor Alyce and the Royal Family find it best to take a powder. While out on the floor Alyce takes notice of Slater laid out with the title belt next to him. She reaches down picking up the title and holds it up in the air to massive boo’s from the crowd while in the ring John Cable is to his feet as well as Borden, Citizen and Johnson with a stare down between Cable and Silence taking place as Monday Night Brawl fades out.