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The camera cuts backstage in the parking lot. The camera remains static, with only the rustling of the wind accompanying the scene before us.
Not too long after it starts getting boring, the sounds of a vehicle can be heard pulling in. Suddenly, a long black stretch limo pulls up. The windows are tinted and the limo is probably the longest limo the cameraman has ever seen. Despite this unique finding, nothing else occurs.
Now considering the shot pointless, the camera fades to the next segment.
WGWF PRESENTS:
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
2.19.18
SMOOTHIE KING ARENA
NEW ORLEANS, LA
SOLD OUT
Monday Night Brawl takes the air live from New Orleans as a shot of the WGWF Corporate Office is shown in downtown Los Angeles, California. The sun beats off the windows of the front entrance as a black limo is shown pulling up to the curbside in front of the building. The back passenger side door swings open and out steps Flash Rotten to a huge ovation from the sold out Smoothie King Arena. Flash closes the door behind him as he faces the front of the corporate office. He takes a deep breath before smirking towards the camera before starting to walk towards the front doors. The camera watches from behind as Flash walks up to the double glass doors of the office before opening one up and entering the building as the scene fades to New Orleans and to ringside where Derrick Diamond and Derek Baxter are shown sitting ringside.
Diamond: The road to Wrestle Wars Twelve is officially underway as we come to you live tonight from the Smoothie King Area here in the Big Easy, New Orleans! I’m Derrick Diamond being joined tonight as always by Derek Baxter; and Derek what we just saw at the top of the hour was Flash Rotten showing up at the WGWG corporate offices in downtown Los Angeles, what in the world is going on there?
Baxter: There’s no telling as I’m here and not there! What I can tell you is here tonight we’ve got SEVEN huge matches all with major implications! Two of those are TITLE MATCHES! Both the Intercontinental and Television Championships ARE ON THE LINE tonight as Christian Connolly defends the Intercontinental Championship against the former Champion John “The Beast” Cable and we’re FINALLY going to see Andy Johnson and Chris Page one on one with the TV Title at stake.
Diamond: You mentioned big matches and while those are BIG you’ve got to talk about Alyce Starchylde and Terry Borden inside a Steel Cage and the second coming of MDK and James Raven! Two members of the Royal Family at the top of the card tonight on Brawl.
Baxter: Like there’s a doubt at who the real Main Event players are around here because it’s certainly not the World Champion, convenient by his absence tonight.
Diamond: Elsewhere tonight we’re going to see the ever impressive Dorling try his hand at the Jackdaw and we’re also going to see the next two chapters in the First Round Intercontinental Championship contenders tournament as “Citizen Truth” squares off with Black Death and John Gambino does battle with GX!
Baxter: We are scheduled to hear from THE Tristan Slater; sure since he wasn’t man enough to show up tonight in person we’d love to waste more time listening to a pre-taped; I’m telling you all right now that tonight is a MUST WATCH edition of Monday Night Brawl as there’s no telling WHO is going to show up….
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Masters: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the Intercontinental Title Contenders Tournament! Introducing first...
Cue "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple
Black Death comes out and dances on the balls of his feet for a few seconds, power walks his way down to the ring and slides under the ropes. Bounces into the corner ready for the match.
Masters: ... from Las Vegas, Nevada.. weighing in at 320 pounds.. he is BLACK DEATH!
"RAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Masters: And his opponent..
All the lights in the arena go out, which sends the audience into a frenzy of cheers and screams.
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The crowd roars to its feet, clapping along with the beat. Cell phone screens and camera flashes start illuminating the blackness. After a few moments, "Citizen Truth" 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: .. from Gothametropolis.. weighing in at 274 pounds.. he the HEROIC HOSS.. CITIZEN TRUTH!!
With a look of extreme focus, he marches down the ramp, taking the time to slap a few hands along the way. As he gets closer to the ring, you begin to notice that this "Citizen Truth" seems a little.. different. This guy doesn't look as big or massive as once before. He stops as he gets to the ring and holds his head down. After he mouths some words to himself, he goes to let out a animalistic roar..
'WHAM!'
.. before he can, Erik Josten rushes down the aisle and nails him from behind, sending him chest first into the ring. "Citizen Truth" turns around and gets turned inside out by the Long Arm of the Law. Josten stares down at "Truth" before letting out an roar. He grabs "Truth" by the head and rolls him into the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Black Death looks at the fallen "Citizen Truth", looks around, then drops down for the cover.
One.
Two.
Three.
DING! DING! DING!
Masters: Here is your winner... BLACK DEATH!!
Diamond: Wait, what?!?! What just happened!?!?!?!
Baxter: What I saw was Erik Josten lay out “Citizen Truth” and serve him up to Black Death on a silver platter; thus Black Death has just advanced in the Intercontinental Championship Contenders Tournament!
Black Death escapes the ring and starts to make his way back up the ramp as the scene fades.
DORLING AND MDK:
Dorling is shown backstage, heading towards the arena, when he sees none other than M.D.K. walking towards him.
DORLING- 'Daniel.'
M.D.K. looks scornfully at him but does not respond. He merely walks by. Dorling turns around.
DORLING- 'The great M.D.K.. Seems like you've engineered yourself a cushty little position around here.'
M.D.K. stops and turns back.
DORLING- 'Remember in Vegas when you were all comfortable and had everything? Do you remember when I came along and stole a whole wrestling company from under your nose?'
M.D.K.- 'Same old Dorling. Same old miserable little pissant with an inferiority complex.'
DORLING- 'I thought you say something like that. Not that you've become predictable in your old age.'
M.D.K.- 'You mean fuck all here. You mean fuck all to me. You are nothing, as you always have been.'
M.D.K. starts to walk away.
DORLING- 'Play it how you want to, Daniel. You know you can't ignore me forever. I'm starting with the Jackdaw, but I'm coming for you all.'
M.D.K. smirks as he walks away and Denise Essex tentatively approaches M.D.K. the other way.
Essex: “Is this a bad time?”
M.D.K.: “Is there ever a good time with you?”
Essex: “I just wanted to get your thoughts and feelings ahead of tonight’s main event and anything else that may be on your mind…”
M.D.K.: “Tonight? Tonight isn’t worth anybody’s thoughts let alone mine. I’m taking part on this pathetic legend tour to appease Jimmy Raven for two words and two words alone… Pay Day… I have been offered a fuck-tonne of money to denigrate myself for this match tonight despite having nothing to prove and nothing to gain from it.”
Essex: “Is that more than a shit-load?”
M.D.K.: “So much more… Jimmy has these dreams of our match being significant, being part of a trilogy and being a part of WGWF history. I’m here tonight to give Jimmy a reality check that five months ago was a one and done and tonight’s charitable donation to the Jimmy Raven pensioner tour will be it for us. It will see the tour for Raven… get derailed…”
M.D.K. storms off but Denise calls him back.
Essex: “Err… can I ask you about Wrestle Wars?”
M.D.K. stops, places his hands on his hips and turns back with a shake of his head.
M.D.K.: “That was the perfect sign off and you want more? Make it quick…”
Essex: “With Alyce facing your nemesis Tristan Slater at Wrestle Wars, some have said that you have been left with a dance partner come Wrestle Wars. What plans do you have going forwards and heading towards the grandest stage of them all?”
M.D.K.: “You have to take into consideration that I was the Main Event last year at the grandest stage of them all and have been pretty much at every event since then. For me to step aside for my queen though isn’t me being altruistic by any means though. It’s a statement that Alyce has earned this shot at the pretty boy after his Captain Ahab style pursuit of her this past few months in a bid to try and goad me. All I ever do though is allow her to fight her own battles. She couldn’t be any further from being a damsel in distress if she tried and everything Slater has done has been in vain…”
Essex: “But what about you? What are YOUR plans for Wrestle Wars?”
M.D.K.: “I have painted a big target on my back and a lot of people want to try and make a name for themselves by taking a shot at the king… Jimmy Raven is one and you just heard Dorling just now… everybody wants a piece of me in this ring so the world is my oyster as it always has been…”
Essex: “You didn’t give me an answer…”
M.D.K. smiles.
M.D.K.: “I didn’t did I?”
He saunters off with a smug grin
WHO IS IN THE LIMO?
We resume our regularly schedule limo watch, this time being accompanied by a random stooge with the mic. Nobody knows who this man is, not even the cameraman. This man is so unimportant that he’s literally dressed like he was picked from the crowd at random. Nonetheless, he has a microphone so he must be relevant.
Stooge: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m backstage hear in the parking lot. This long black limo has been here for a bit now. No further update has occurred. I’ve tried to knock on the door but nobody has answered. The doors are looked and I cannot see through the windows. There is a rustling in the backseat, however, like I said, I have no found out who is inside. Once we receive more info, we will fill you in.
The camera fades to the next segment.
The fans all focus their attention on Donald "Hard-Body Crotch Bandit" Masters, who stands in the ring under a spotlight.
Masters: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a first round match in the Intercontinental Title Contenders Tournament! Introducing first...
"Why So Serious" begins to play over the speakers. 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...
Masters: ... from Markmill Asylum.. weighing in at 206 pounds.. he is GRIMOIRE XMYLES!!
From the curtain, Grimoire Xmyles slowly walks out onto the top of the entrance ramp, his legs and arms shackled with chains as six security guards escort Grimoire down to the ring. Grimoire's head is constantly hung as he walks down the entrance ramp, the fans roaring with elation towards the WGWF'S resident psychopath. Grimoire rolls under the bottom rope whilst still bound by the chains. The security guards follow him into the ring, restraining him whilst they uncouple the shackles that hold him. They quickly release and dart out of the ring as Grimoire begins to stretch and limber himself up for the upcoming contest, a bloodthirsty and savage look on his wicked face.
Masters: And his opponent...
The arena lights go off and the entire place goes black. "BEEP, BEEP, BEEEEEEEEEP!" sounds over the PA System. The crowd in attendance erupts into a chorus of cheers, as "If you want blood (You've got it)" - AC/DC begins playing. Multicolored lights flash off and on throughout the arena as John Gambino steps out onto the stage. He is dressed in his shiny black trunks, a black leather biker jacket, a black "Flatline Crew Established Circa 1996" t-shirt underneath and black boots. A black Fedora hat sits atop his head and a pair of silver aviator sunglasses rest upon his face.
Masters: ... from Syracuse, New York.. weighing in at 250 pounds.. he is MR. BIGG.. JOHN GAMBINO!!
Accompanying Rigg are members of his "crew", (any combination, typically not more than two at one time.) Rigg looks up from beneath his sunglasses, surveying the crowd. As the song hits the chorus, Bigg Rigg raises his arms into the air; growling. Red pyros shoot up from the stage behind the three. The fans continue to cheer. As the pyros end, Rigg and his Crew walk down the ramp together, snarling and slapping the hands of the fans along the ramp. Once at ringside; Bigg Rigg climbs up onto the apron and his Crew follows soon after. Inside the ring, Rigg's Crew stand on his side doing the nWo point in his direction. Bigg Rigg ascends to the top rope, lifting his arms into the air in a Triple H-like taunt. A curtain of gold pyros rain down into the ring. Rigg then climbs down from the top rope, as the music slowly fades and the lights come back on.
Some fans bust into a "Let’s Go Gambino!" chant, while others yell "Why So Serious?". Xmyles, however, no-sells every single sound around him, keeping his eyes locked squarely on the Bigg Rigg. He is met with a cold stare that helps elevate the tension in the arena. The sounding of the bell brings that tension even higher, and then all is unleashed.
John Gambino is the first to fire, slamming three right fists into the side of Xmyles’ face, all in quick succession. The favor is returned by the former Xtreme Champion who clocks John Gambino with a heavy swing. A second attempt is blocked by the former World Champion, and is followed by a boot to the gut that doubles Xmyles over. John Gambino takes advantage of the position and delivers a solid head and arm suplex.
The Bigg Rigg rolls back to his feet and waits for Xmyles to join him. As soon as the former Xtreme champ is standing, John Gambino charges and attempts a clothesline, but Grimoire ducks and spins the two-time Universal champion around and connects with a savage chop to the chest. A second pushes John Gambino back into the ropes and draws the customary "Wooooooooooo" from the crowd.
Now, it is Xmyles who attemps a clothesline, taking a couple steps back before charging forward. Much like a few moments earlier, the move is reversed, only this time, John Gambino opts to dip the shoulder and hoist Grimoire overhead and send him flying outside with a back body drop. Grimoire lands with a thud, collapsing on the thin protective mats.
Diamond: OH! Grimoire Xmyles the first to take a spill in this match-up, and I cringe every time I see someone go over the top...you just don't know where or how they'll land...
Baxter: I'm all for it. Good TV.
Diamond: Whatever. You'd take one arm-drag in that ring and complain about back trouble for the rest of your life.
Baxter: That's why I'm behind the desk, Nov. Not in the ring.
As The Bigg Rigg goes after Xmyles, Roberts steps between them and the ropes and moves John Gambino back to the center of the squared circle, before starting a ten count.
As the referee reaches ‘3’, Xmyles slowly pulls himself up and immediately makes his way towards the Time Keepers table, pushing Vince Howard off his seat and grabbing the steel chair. In the process of folding the weapon, Xmyles turns and looks back into the ring and…
…drops the object, with a clang, to the ground.
Diamond: Old habits die hard!
Baxter: Damn! I was hoping to see some batting practice!
With a concentrated look on his face, Xmyles heads back towards the ring apron. Tired of the count, John Gambino pushes passed Roberts and heads to greet the former Xtreme champion at the ropes. For his trouble, John Gambino is dropped as Xmyles yanks on his right ankle, tripping The Bigg Rigg.
Quickly sliding into the ring, Grimoire drops an elbow across the chest, then rolls to his feet and immediately drops another lightning fast assault.
Diamond: Xmyles in control now, but can he hold onto it?
Baxter: I got it! What is, "fuck, no?"
Seemingly answering Diamond's question, Gambino rolls away from an attempted third elbow, but as he starts to stand, he is met with an arm around the neck, and another under the arm. Xmyles takes a moment to slam a knee into the torso twice, both blows delivered with violent force.
Letting go of the arm, Xmyles goes to drive John Gambino’s head into the mat with a DDT, but the Bigg Rigg has the presence of mind to grab the top rope with his left hand, and when Xmyles throws himself backwards, he is the only one to slam into the canvas.
Baxter: Hahaha!! I love it when that happens!
Diamond: Know what I love? The look on your face when you realize one of the wrestlers watched the show, heard your bad-mouthing, and is now laying in wait for you backstage.
Baxter: *shiver* I'm cold...
John Gambino is quick to shake off the previous attacks and drop to a knee over his opponent, repeatedly throwing rights, fist bouncing off of skull. Gambino's arm swings faster and faster and the roar of the crowd grows louder and louder.
Feeding off their energy, John Gambino hops to his feet and pulls Xmyles with him. An irish whip sends him rebounding off the ropes and right into a picture perfect power slam. Roberts is there to make the count, as The Bigg Rigg hooks the leg, going for the early pinfall.
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TWO…
TH…
Diamond: Near-fall by Gambino, but Xmyles doesn't want to stay down yet!
Baxter: Competing in the Xtreme Division for that long taught him resiliency, there's no doubt about it. Grimoire Xmyles can take a heavy beating.
John Gambino waits for Xmyles to regain his composure and reclaim a vertical position. Once both men are back on their feet, Gambino kicks the tow of his boot into the stomach of his opponent and locks Grimoire in for a suplex. Halfway through the move, Xmyles slides over the shoulder and wraps his arms around John Gambino’s cranium, applying a sleeper hold. Before the move can take any effect though, Gambino pushes himself backward, sandwiching Xmyles between his own solid frame and the turnbuckles.
Stumbling out of the corner, The Bigg Rigg drapes Xmyles’s chin across his shoulder and drops to the mat with an ace crusher.
The crowd bursts into cheers as they jump to their feet sensing that John Gambino has regained the momentum it appeared he may have lost a split second ago. With Grimoire lying partially conscious, face down on the mat, John Gambino stands over him and reaches down, clutching his arms around his opponent, locking in a move known katahajime.
Straddling across Xmyles’s back, John Gambino sits his weight on the spine of his opponent as he chokes the air out of Grimoire, denying each breath he tries to take. Fading fast, Xmyles dips his shoulder and rolls, bringing John Gambino with him. The move doesn’t escape the chokehold, but it does put Grimoire right under the ropes, allowing him to easily get a foot on the bottom cable.
Roberts immediately calls for John Gambino to break the hold, and he does so. When John Gambino slides away and pulls himself to his feet, Grimoire dives forward with a chop block, cutting John Gambino’s leg out from underneath of him. Both men down, Bernie Roberts starts a ten count. Neither man is too damaged to answer the count, but putting their intelligence to good use, both take the opportunity to catch a second wind.
John Gambino is first to his feet, and catches Grimoire with another katahajime attempt as he stands. Once again locked in, Xmyles doesn’t panic, having a much easier out on this occasion. A mule kick to the groin goes undetected by the referee and does more than enough to break the hold.
Diamond: LOW BLOW FROM Xmyles!
Baxter: That's really unfortunate for Gambino. A well-timed nut-shot is worse than any powerbomb or piledriver.
Doubled over, clutching his groin in agony, John Gambino is prone to a snap DDT that smashes his face into canvas. A cover follows.
ONE…
TWO…
T…
Just a two count for the former Xtreme Champion.
Not relenting for one moment, Xmyles drops a leg across the throat of John Gambino and goes for another cover.
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TWO…
But the result is the same.
Grabbing two fistfuls of hair, Xmyles whips John Gambino into the corner. The Bigg Rigg hits chest first and is met as he bounces back, with a knee to the spine. Scooping up the champion, Grimoire drops to one knee, and folds the back of The Bigg Rigg across his right thigh. Firmly in control of the match, Xmyles adds to the assault on the torso by driving a knee into the spine, then waiting for John Gambino to start to pull himself up onto all fours, before driving him straight back down with an axe handle smash across the shoulders.
Not satisfied to merely pound away on his downed opponent, Xmyles lifts John Gambino up and runs towards the far ropes.
For a moment, John Gambino searches his brain and tries to recall every Grimoire Xmyles match he has seen. He finds his answer and braces himself for some sort of springboard moonsault or flying crossbody block. Instead, Xmyles baseball slides under John Gambino’s legs and comes up on the other side, locking arms around the waist and delivering a highly effective german suplex, bridging for the pin. Roberts is once again on top of things.
ONE…
TWO…
THR…
Two in a half is only a fraction from three, but in the world of professional wrestling, it’s the difference between victory and just having to battle for that much longer.
As John Gambino rolls out of the pin, it becomes clear that the more technical approach Xmyles has administered has caught him almost completely off guard. The once nearly homicidal, risk taking, hardcore monster has turned to a much more grounded style that has effectively given him the upperhand on the Universal Champion.
Moving in to continue his successful series of attacks, Xmyles is greeted with a right hook that connects squarely on the chin. Another does the same and rocks Xmyles, giving John Gambino the separation he needs.
Now, it is The Bigg Rigg’s turn to hit the ropes, but Grimoire is able to shake off any bit of grogginess caused by the two quick punches, and ducks the running elbow attempt of the champ. Spinning John Gambino to face him, Xmyles wraps his arms under John Gambino’s and flings him overhead with a belly to belly suplex.
The Bigg Rigg splats across the mat.
Some of the fans boo, but it seems not to phase Xmyles. He keeps his eyes focused on his opponent, passing up any opportunity to gloat or taunt the fans. Instead, he marches straight over to the fallen Gambino and picks him up by the arms, applying a full nelson. For the briefest of moments, he thrashes about with the submission hold in place, then suddenly abandons any hopes of John Gambino giving up in favor of a nasty Full Nelson Slam.
The back of John Gambino’s skull bounces off the mat as he is buried into the canvas. Xmyles drops across John Gambino’s lifeless body and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
No.
Just a few millimeters above the mat, Roberts hand comes to a stop. The fans burst into cheers as the match continues. Again, Xmyles positions John Gambino for a Full Nelson Slam, only this time he keeps hold with one arm and sticks out a knee, turning the move into a devastating backbreaker. This time, Xmyles hooks both legs.
ONE…
TWO…
THRE…
Somehow, Gambino manages to find some bit of strength to lift his left shoulder off the mat. Grimoire is sure that it was a three count, but does not show any signs of frustration. Determined and composed, he stands John Gambino against the ropes and takes off for the opposite set of cables.
Baxter: Come on! I just placed bets online for you with my cellphone, Xmyles! DELIVER!!!
A clothesline sends both men spilling over the top rope to the outside. Wiping the sweat from his face, smearing a bit of the black paint as he does so, Xmyles uses the barricade to pull himself up. A field goal kick to the ribs sends John Gambino rolling through the apron and under the ring. Reaching under the structure, Xmyles first drags John Gambino out form underneath, then goes back in, producing a lead pipe when his hands come into view for the second time.
Diamond: A PIPE?!
Baxter: SA-WEEEEEEEEET!!!
The crowd begins to work itself into a frenzy. Some eager to see carnage cheer in approval. A great many jeer Xmyles and the way he has dominated Gambino. While John Gambino begins to work his way to his feet with the aide of the ring apron, Xmyles lifts the weapon high overhead. But when he brings it down, he does so with no force or momentum. Gently, he lets his arms come down, then realizes the situation as he sees Roberts screaming from the ring that it will be an immediate disqualification. Cursing under his breath, still adapting to the inability to use whatever weapons suit his fancy, Grimoire tosses the lead pipe aside. Instead, he opts for the equally brutal, but legal, act of tossing John Gambino straight into the steel steps.
Hitting knees first, John Gambino flips over the stairs and lands on his back, the cool mats doing little to ease his pain.
With the fans all on their feet, Xmyles throws a right hand that staggers the now vertical Gambino. Another shot sends him stumbling backwards up the entrance way. A third does the same, only this time, is returned.
Diamond: Taking a turn for the violent here, fans!
Baxter: As opposed to the non-violent wrestling matches advertised on our program?
John Gambino slams his fist into Xmyles’ face, nearly breaking his nose.
In the ring, Roberts stops his count at 8, shaking his head in frustration, but not wanting to deny the fans of a legitimate ending to the tournament match.
Up the ramp, both men continue to exchange punches as the crowd reacts with cheers and boos with each strike. At the top of the ramp, John Gambino swings a hard left that is ducked. His momentum carries him part way around and Xmyles hoists him up and drops him with a belly to back suplex.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHH"
In unison, the crowd cringes as Gambino's head smashes into steel. Xmyles laughs heartily at Gambino as he struggles to get himself together. Xmyles grabs Gambino by the hair and tries to smash him again but Gambino blocks and lands a massive chop across Xmyles’s chest. Grimoire leans forward, clutching his chest in pain, John Gambino grabs a handful of shirt collar and another of pants and literally just throws Xmyles forward.
Xmyles flies down the ramp, scraping across the metal grate as he rockets back towards the ring. The fans roar as The Bigg Rigg follows behind, in a much safer, less painful manner. Running on adrenaline, John Gambino tosses Xmyles under the bottom rope, back into the ring, before joining Grimoire himself.
Both men now standing in the middle of the ring where they belong, Xmyles delivers a slap to the face. This allows Grimoire to attempt a snap suplex, but John Gambino blocks the attempt and slams a fist into the former Xtreme Champions ribs. With a bit of separation in place, John Gambino makes a short charge for a clothesline. Xmyles is now the one to reverse, sliding underneath the extended arm. Behind his opponent, he reaches back and attempts a neckbreaker, but The Bigg Rigg quickly spins 180 degrees and shoves Xmyles in the back, pushing him into the ropes.
Diamond: Xmyles and John Gambino with a back-and-forth here that I can barely follow fast enough to call!!
As Grimoire bounces back, he lifts a heavy boot and tries to plant it right into the torso of John Gambino, but the foot is caught... Xmyles leaps and nails Gambino with a enziguri that staggers Gambino. Gambino manages to rush back in for a clothesline but Xmyles ducks.. Gambino turns back around and is met with a boot to the gut. Xmyles quickly grabs Gambino's head and drills him with the Stunner. A hook of the leg, and Roberts drops to make the count.
Diamond: GRIMOIRE XMYLES WITH THE SHOCK TREATMENT!! FOR THE PIN ATTEMPT!!
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TWO…
BLACK OUT!
Diamond: What the hell is going on now??!?!?!
The blackout lasts for ten seconds before coming back up to reveal LUNACY, BROTHER MAYLOCK and THE JACKDAW surrounding Grim in the center of the ring as Gambino has rolled over towards the ropes.
Baxter: ANARCHY!
Diamond: They have Grim completely surrounded!!
With one motion from Lunacy Brother Maylock and The Jackdaw stomp away at John Gambino!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
The referee called for the bell as the crowd roars with loud boos! Grim lunges towards Lunacy when the lights go dark once again! When they draw up several seconds later Anarchy has completely vanished. Grim is irate as the scene fades.
THE CHAMP IS HERE… via satellite.
The scene cuts to ringside where Derrick Diamond and Professor Derek Baxter are shown behind the announcers desk where they take it away.
Diamond: Ladies and Gentleman earlier today this video arrived and instead of talking about we’re going to play it for you now.
Baxter: Talk about an egotistical prick.
The scene fades and reopens as we see the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion THE Tristan Slater sitting in a director style chair where we get an upper body shot of the World Title resting over his right shoulder as he has grown a beard over the last several weeks. There’s a loud, mixed reception from the crowd as Tristan begins to speak.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Hi, I am YOUR WGWF World Heavyweight Champion THE Tristan Slater; but you already know that.”
There’s a sly smile from Slater as he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m sure many of you are wondering why I haven’t come out and spoken to all the masses tonight in the Big Easy, it’s a natural question to ask when you consider I’m the reason you’re all there right now anyway…”
The fans start to boo louder than the ones cheering.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m sure as most of you saw last week while attempting to bask in glory of recapturing MY World Title I was rudely interrupted by one John Cable…”
There’s a massive ovation at the mention of John’s name.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “And while I kicked the Beasts ass that should have been the end of it yet it wasn’t because while I was on commentary for the Main Event I was once again jumped from behind by the very Beast that can’t come to terms with the fact that I am and will always be better than him. It has never been more clearer that the WGWF can’t or won’t provide me with a safe working environment…”
The boos start to get even louder.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “After speaking with my attorney’s we have sent a certified letter to the WGWF Board of Directors stating that until they can guarantee me a safe working environment I am not going to be obligated to show up at any live event, more importantly if this issue isn’t resolved the WGWF is in breach of contract and my team of attorneys won’t have a choice but to press legal action.”
Tristan gazes down at the World Title resting on his shoulder before shifting his attention back towards the camera.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It would be a shame if the World Title wasn’t defended at the single biggest show of the year all because they can’t tame a beast or control a Royal Family. I will not be putting myself in harm’s way for the benefit of a company or for all the pathetic fans that cheer every time I’m punched in the face of jumped from behind.”
There’s a “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” chant heard coming from the crowd as Tristan continues to speak.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’ll appear when I choose to appear, where I choose to appear and how I choose to appear to insure my safety will be maintained at all times. The time of being everyone’s punching bag so that they might try to “get over” has officially come and gone as I have been the face that runs this place for almost two straight years. Think about that for a second and tell me where anyone on this roster has maintained ANYTHING for that period of time without having to walk away to gather themselves because it’s gotten a little too hot in the kitchen? Sure there’s been A LOT of great talent to pass through this federation but NONE of them have been able to say that they’re on top of their game like I am.”
There’s a pause from Tristan before he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I mean I’m the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion that’s set to Main Event his second Wrestle Wars as the reigning and defending World Champion! I’m the guy that exploited John Cable and MDK to get this belt back around the waist of a credible Champion at the West Coast Rumble; you should all be on your knee’s THANKING ME for insuring that you have a credible Main Event for the single biggest show of the year, you should all me worshiping the ground I walk on that you’re not reduced to another dull and boring MDK/Chris Page showdown that nobody other than themselves will remotely care about but above all else you should all be kissing my feet that I have single handedly SAVED Wrestle Wars Twelve from being a goddamn joke.”
Tristan emphatically states as he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You’re all officially apart of THE Tristan Slater’s show and on this show I’m the star and you’re all the supporting cast. The sooner you come to terms, the sooner you come to the realization that I run this fucking place the better off you’re all going to be.”
Tristan gazes intently into the camera as he then states.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Oh… and to Danny Tenegra; to answer your deluded in ring promo following that squash over Simon Jacobs…”
Tristan raises the title off his right shoulder before swaying it back and forth in front of the camera as he states.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You mad bro?”
Tristan starts laughing hysterically as the scene fades to black.
EARLIER THIS WEEK:
"Can you get the door please?"
The door showing WGWF Board of Directors Adam Barker's office and his assistant, as the premiere (And now, possibly, sole) power figure in the company is reviewing paperwork. His assistant opens the door, and admits a figure some may have thought that they wouldn't see again. Kyle Shane. The God of Game. The seven time World Heavyweight champion. If it had been into anyone else's office he'd strolled into, he may have gotten a different reaction. But Adam Barker just puts on a devilish, and condescending grin.
Adam Barker: Well, well, this is a sight for sore eyes. You know, the previous general manager we had in place, Flash Rotten didn't think we were going to see you again after your little meltdown, but I had a feeling that you would come back. You always come back.
Kyle Shane: I am back. I've had my options elsewhere, but despite all of the bullshit, I can never turn my back on the WGWF. Besides, it's Wrestlewars season and I wanted to get back in the mix of things.
Barker crosses one leg over the other, tapping his chin with that inane grin.
Adam Barker: Well, you know, I'm ultimately the one that reviews the contracts around here, and I trying to balance the benefits of having you back with the headaches you give us, and I'm not sure it's worth it. I mean, can you even coexist on the same show as some of the peers you've abused over the years?
Kyle frowns, clearly not expecting the slimy chairman to give him such a hard time about getting booked again.
Kyle Shane: And just what is that supposed to mean?
Barker looks completely nonchalant and at ease as he tilts back in his chair, fingers laced together behind his back.
Adam Barker: You made your unhappiness with the regime under Flash Rotten quite well known. You abused him and pushed him around, complaining about being booked to face the Sentinel. Do I have to tell you why someone in my position would have a problem with you putting your hands on employees, on management? And then there was the constant badgering of Chris Page. You came to the WGWF corporate offices looking for him and making a mockery of our company. Then when you didn't get your way you tried to walk out on the match, because you weren't pleased that Page had been put in a match against you. This is just part of an ongoing trend with you, Kyle. Your attitude, and your ego, are detrimental to this company.
Kyle Shane: MY ego? You're the one who can't let a difference of opinion over the use of my talent go.
Barker points his finger like a gun at Kyle, winking. Bingo, there it is.
Adam Barker: There it is, your talent. Yes, you've been good at what you do... when you were motivated. But the fans deserve more than that from someone committed, and focused. Hell, you give Chris Page as much crap as you want, Chris Page, unlike you, has been out there every week, bringing his best, not grumbling about his place on the card or facing the Sentinel, and earning his keep for over a decade. You walk out every year, or, I'm sorry, "Get injured", or "take mental health breaks" and sit out your contract on our dime, and if we brought you back this time around, how many months would you last? Three? Four? Two pay-per-views, again?
Kyle rolls his eyes, and looks up to the ceiling. He runs his tongue stiffly around the inside of his bottom lip as if he's getting a taste of something utterly repugnant. This is criticism he's heard before, and had his heart questioned a million times. It never fails to get under his skin as the lowball, shallow, low hanging fruit, asinine jibe that it is.
Kyle Shane: I didn't want to believe it, but it's true. This Royal Family, another word for the same basic stable full of nobodies that we've had running for years now, has you completely in their pocket. MDK, Chris Page, Alyce Starchylde, all of them.
Barker tuts, shaking his head with a smile.
Adam Barker: I'm in their pocket? Wow, I haven't actually heard that before, thank you.
Kyle Shane: I'm better than all of them. Or if I'm not, I haven't had a chance to compete against them one on one and show that I can be. Put me in there at Wrestlewars, I'll take on Lunacy, I'll take on the Jackdaw, I'll take on Page, MDK, Mark Maylock, three midgets in a trenchcoat and a Royal Family shirt, give me a chance to prove that I'm better.
Adam Barker: I don't think I'm going to do that, Kyle. I just don't see a need to justify paying some whiny, unreliable man-boy big money to have a seat at our biggest show of the year. Just don't see the profit in it.
Kyle grits his teeth, chewing it over for a second, and it's a cold and hard-eyed Shane who gets to his feet, placing both hands flat on Barker's desk, and leaning forward with the utmost seriousness.
Kyle Shane: So let me get this straight. You say I'm not getting brought back, and I'm not going to Wrestlewars this year. But I will, Adam. I will get back into it.
Barker just waves a hand, unconcerned.
Adam Barker: Sure, tickets are going fast so if you want to be up in the nosebleeds I'd get on those if I were you. See you at Wrestlewars, champ.
Barker smiles, and he reaches over to pick up the phone. Kyle stares a hole in him, teeth gritted, and then he exits the office
Masters: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!
There’s a massive pop from the New Orleans crowd!
The ovation grows louder!
Masters: Introducing first; he is the WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPION, “THE EVERYDAY NORMAL GUY” ANDY JOHNSON!!
Andy emerges out to the top of the ramp with the TV Title held up over his head with both hands as he stands at the top of the ramp soaking in the ovation from the sold out crowd. Suddenly the fans boo intently as Chris Page comes through the curtain where he shatters a 2x4 across the back of Johnson!!
Diamond: Page is attacking!!
Andy drops the TV title to the top of the ramp as he falls forward and down on to the steel ramp. Chris reaches down picking up the Television Championship where he stares down at the front gold plate of the Championship.
Baxter: Page has always been a crafty sumbitch!
Andy pushes himself up off the ramp where he works his way to his feet where we see his father smash the Television Championship into his forehead which busts the Champion wide open! Chris takes a mount position on Andy on the ramp to the ring where he unloads with a flurry of right hands to the open wound further attempting to spill the blood of his own son.
Diamond: Andy Johnson has been opened up the hard way at the hands of his father!
Chris lands six or seven hard shots to Andy’s forehead before getting up off his chest. Page walks down to the ring where he slings the TV Title into the ring before reaching under the apron where he retrieves his BARBWIRE WRAPPED STEEL CHAIR!
Baxter: I don’t think CCP came here to compete for the TV Title.
Andy slowly starts to stir on the ramp as blood pours out of a wound across his forehead. The fans aren’t believing what they are seeing as Chris starts to come back up the ramp with the Barbwire Wrapped Chair in hands where he jabs Andy in the midsection doubling him over before waffling Andy across the back causing the shards of barbwire to rip and tear at the flesh of Johnson’s back!
Diamond: Someone needs to stop this!!
Andy staggers forward and closer to the ring as he doesn’t go down yet slowly spins around as we see Chris charge forward smashing the Barbwire Wrapped Chair into the face of Television Champion sending him down and on to the protective mats that surround the ringside area. The fans boos relentlessly towards the ringside area as Chris slides the Barbwire Wrapped Chair into the ring under the bottom ropes before shifting his attention to Andy who is now bleeding like a stuffed pig as a relentless Page stomps down on the forehead of Andy before reaching down picking him up off the floor where he takes a front waist lock before delivering an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex to Johnson on the floor!
Baxter: Andy’s body just splattered on to the floor!
Diamond: Someone needs to stop this!
The sold out crowd seem to be shocked at the beating that is unfolding in front of their very eyes. Chris Page is back to a vertical base where he tosses the ring apron back once again only this time he pulls a TABLE out and slides it into the ring! Page shifts his attention back towards a bloody Andy Johnson who is motionless on the floor as his blood continues to flow covering his head and face as Chris reaches down picking up both legs of Johnson before he positions himself before we see Chris fall backwards catapulting Andy Johnson’s bloody face off the ring post!! The sicken thud of Andy’s face meeting the steel echoes throughout the arena!
Baxter: This might be going a little too far!!
Chris is back to his feet where he jars with some fans at ringside before shifting his attention back to beating the hell out of his biological son. Chris reaches down picking Andy up off the floor where he hurls him into the ring under the bottom rope. The referee immediately starts to check on Andy as we see Chris slide into the ring. Page is back to his feet where the referee tries to stop him from continuing this assault only to find him laid out by a Chris Page right hand!
Diamond: He just decked an official!
Page shifts his attention towards the Table where he reaches down picking it up off the mat where he leans it against a set of turnbuckles. Andy rolls over on to his chest where he pushes himself up out of a pool of his own blood to all fours, we see Page charge forward punting Andy in the ribs!! Chris reaches down picking Andy up off the mat where he positions him for a Powerbomb! Chris hoists Andy up where he charges towards the corner the houses the Table delivering a buckle bomb through the Table!!
Baxter: Chris Page is making an emphatic statement!
Page looks down at his bloody son who lays within the rumble of a broken table before shifting his eyes towards the Barbwire Wrapped Chair. Chris walks over picking the chair up before laying it down in the middle of the ring. Page turns back towards the corner that houses Andy where he makes his over picking a motionless Johnson up off the mat yanking him out to the center of the ring where he positions Andy over the barbwire wrapped chair where he delivers a PAGE PLANT on to the Barbwire Wrapped Steel Chair! The sold out crowd is in shock with what we’ve just seen as Chris Page gets back to a vertical base picking the TV Title up with him as he places his right boot on the back of Andy who is face down on the Barbwire Wrapped Chair, Page hoists the TV Title up in the air drawing in massive boo’s.
Page looks down at his bloody son who lays within the rumble of a broken table before shifting his eyes towards the Barbwire Wrapped Chair. Chris walks over picking the chair up before laying it down in the middle of the ring. Page turns back towards the corner that houses Andy where he makes his over picking a motionless Johnson up off the mat yanking him out to the center of the ring where he positions Andy over the barbwire wrapped chair where he delivers a PAGE PLANT on to the Barbwire Wrapped Steel Chair! The sold out crowd is in shock with what we’ve just seen as Chris Page gets back to a vertical base picking the TV Title up with him as he places his right boot on the back of Andy who is face down on the Barbwire Wrapped Chair, Page hoists the TV Title up in the air drawing in massive boo’s……..
B L A C K O U T
Diamond “NO!!!!!”
P A U L F R O S T
Baxter “From Bad to WORSE Derrick, from BAD to WORSE especially if you’re name is Andy Johnson”
The HEAT is unimaginable as Frost has once again returned to the ring and now he stands face to face with none other than his close friend….Chris Page….who despite wearing the blood of his own son….looks upon Paul with DELIGHT!!!!!!
“Welcome back you son of a bitch.”
Page is nothing but smiles as he & Frost share a handshake & half a hug as Chris is careful not to get any blood on the “Man in White” suit, for the most part Frost shares in the joy of reuniting with his friend much to the dismay of this sellout crowd.
Diamond “Yeah that’s great let Satan and the father of the year hug it out but can we PLEASE get some help for Andy here?”
With the TV title now draped across his shoulder, Page gently turns Frost around in the direction of the lifeless carcass of Andy.
“I’ve got an idea for old time’s sakes, you up for it…...CHILD KILLER?”
Page says looking right into the eyes of Frost.
Diamond “No…no…..no…he’s SUFFERED enough dammit, you’re a farther….a father willing to make a deal with the devil? Can we get some HELP…PLEASE!!!!!”
Frost turns towards Page and the HEAT reigns down as his sinister smile creeps across his face like earlier in the evening. Frost nods his head “YES” as Page chuckles along.
“After YOU”
Page gracefully steps back as Frost motions over to Andy only to turn and STOP’S in front of Page.
The crowd is obviously stunned as is Page who looks at Frost confused but Paul obviously isn’t, wearing that same stoic face from beforehand.
“I think he’s had enough.”
Page doesn’t bother to stop, his once gleefully smile gone now replaced with a look of annoyance as he looks to move forward only to have Frost PUSH him backwards.
Mild POP
“I said…(Frost turns and looks down at Andy’s bloody body before turning back to Page)….he’s had enough.
Annoyance turns to rage which is painted across the face of Page who storms back as cameras catch BOTH Frost & Page now engaged in a STAREDOWN in the center of the ring.
“ONE MORE MATCH” *clap clap clap* “ONE MORE MATCH” *clap clap clap* “ONE MORE MATCH”
Diamond “This place has gone absolutely ELECTRIC….Paul Frost and Chris Page…face to face for the first time in years here on Monday Night Brawl”
Baxter “Yeah and the WGWF Universe which earlier in the night HATED Frost for his actions are now CHEERING him, what a difference an hour makes.”
With the “WrestleWar’s” sign just off on the horizon Page & Frost continue to stare the other one down in fact it’s Frost who slowly takes ahold of the TV Championship and slings it over his shoulder as the intensity in the eyes of Chris Page continues to build but instead of acting out his rage, it’s Page who forces a smile and sidesteps Frost looking to leave the ring instead.
Fans Boo
But Page stops looking down at the lifeless, broken & bloody body of his own son before looking back eye to eye with Frost. Still with a smile on his face Page makes the point of SLAPPING his bloody hand down onto Frost’s white suit jacket…..
“He has had enough at least for today…..but….just make sure YOU stay out of MY way. Welcome back buddy”
Page chuckles to himself as turns and SPITS (heat) on Andy’s body as he makes his way out of the ring as backstage medical, officials & referee’s make their way out to the warzone of ringside as cameras remain in the ring as Frost now looks down at what’s left of Andy Johnson.
Diamond “Just look at that man, that monster that pile of human shit, look he’s actually happy with himself, he’s HAPPY at what he’s done, a farther who beat his OWN son to a bloody pulp and WHAT THE HELL IS FROST STILL DOING HERE?”
EMT’s are surrounding the ring as Frost kneels down beside Andy, laying the TV Championship over his body and then taking his thumb Frost dips it in Andy’s blood and like before proceeds to make the Sign of the Cross on top of Andy’s forehead with his own blood.
Baxter “Is he God? Is he the Devil or just for one night Andy’s guardian angel?"
Diamond “I hope we get some sort of explanation from Frost but most of all I hope and I PRAY that Andy will be able to walk and breathe and then BEAT THE HOLY HELL OUT OF HIS OWN FATHER…..THAT SICK SON OF A BITCH!!!!!”
Frost slowly backs away & watches from the far side of the ring as the EMT’s go to work on securing Andy’s neck as they place him on a body board and transport him onto awaiting stretcher as the WGWF “Universe” holds their breaths as Andy is wheeled away……..
Not too long after it starts getting boring, the sounds of a vehicle can be heard pulling in. Suddenly, a long black stretch limo pulls up. The windows are tinted and the limo is probably the longest limo the cameraman has ever seen. Despite this unique finding, nothing else occurs.
Now considering the shot pointless, the camera fades to the next segment.
WGWF PRESENTS:
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
2.19.18
SMOOTHIE KING ARENA
NEW ORLEANS, LA
SOLD OUT
Monday Night Brawl takes the air live from New Orleans as a shot of the WGWF Corporate Office is shown in downtown Los Angeles, California. The sun beats off the windows of the front entrance as a black limo is shown pulling up to the curbside in front of the building. The back passenger side door swings open and out steps Flash Rotten to a huge ovation from the sold out Smoothie King Arena. Flash closes the door behind him as he faces the front of the corporate office. He takes a deep breath before smirking towards the camera before starting to walk towards the front doors. The camera watches from behind as Flash walks up to the double glass doors of the office before opening one up and entering the building as the scene fades to New Orleans and to ringside where Derrick Diamond and Derek Baxter are shown sitting ringside.
Diamond: The road to Wrestle Wars Twelve is officially underway as we come to you live tonight from the Smoothie King Area here in the Big Easy, New Orleans! I’m Derrick Diamond being joined tonight as always by Derek Baxter; and Derek what we just saw at the top of the hour was Flash Rotten showing up at the WGWG corporate offices in downtown Los Angeles, what in the world is going on there?
Baxter: There’s no telling as I’m here and not there! What I can tell you is here tonight we’ve got SEVEN huge matches all with major implications! Two of those are TITLE MATCHES! Both the Intercontinental and Television Championships ARE ON THE LINE tonight as Christian Connolly defends the Intercontinental Championship against the former Champion John “The Beast” Cable and we’re FINALLY going to see Andy Johnson and Chris Page one on one with the TV Title at stake.
Diamond: You mentioned big matches and while those are BIG you’ve got to talk about Alyce Starchylde and Terry Borden inside a Steel Cage and the second coming of MDK and James Raven! Two members of the Royal Family at the top of the card tonight on Brawl.
Baxter: Like there’s a doubt at who the real Main Event players are around here because it’s certainly not the World Champion, convenient by his absence tonight.
Diamond: Elsewhere tonight we’re going to see the ever impressive Dorling try his hand at the Jackdaw and we’re also going to see the next two chapters in the First Round Intercontinental Championship contenders tournament as “Citizen Truth” squares off with Black Death and John Gambino does battle with GX!
Baxter: We are scheduled to hear from THE Tristan Slater; sure since he wasn’t man enough to show up tonight in person we’d love to waste more time listening to a pre-taped; I’m telling you all right now that tonight is a MUST WATCH edition of Monday Night Brawl as there’s no telling WHO is going to show up….
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Masters: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the Intercontinental Title Contenders Tournament! Introducing first...
Cue "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple
Black Death comes out and dances on the balls of his feet for a few seconds, power walks his way down to the ring and slides under the ropes. Bounces into the corner ready for the match.
Masters: ... from Las Vegas, Nevada.. weighing in at 320 pounds.. he is BLACK DEATH!
"RAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Masters: And his opponent..
All the lights in the arena go out, which sends the audience into a frenzy of cheers and screams.
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The crowd roars to its feet, clapping along with the beat. Cell phone screens and camera flashes start illuminating the blackness. After a few moments, "Citizen Truth" 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: .. from Gothametropolis.. weighing in at 274 pounds.. he the HEROIC HOSS.. CITIZEN TRUTH!!
With a look of extreme focus, he marches down the ramp, taking the time to slap a few hands along the way. As he gets closer to the ring, you begin to notice that this "Citizen Truth" seems a little.. different. This guy doesn't look as big or massive as once before. He stops as he gets to the ring and holds his head down. After he mouths some words to himself, he goes to let out a animalistic roar..
'WHAM!'
.. before he can, Erik Josten rushes down the aisle and nails him from behind, sending him chest first into the ring. "Citizen Truth" turns around and gets turned inside out by the Long Arm of the Law. Josten stares down at "Truth" before letting out an roar. He grabs "Truth" by the head and rolls him into the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Black Death looks at the fallen "Citizen Truth", looks around, then drops down for the cover.
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Two.
Three.
DING! DING! DING!
Masters: Here is your winner... BLACK DEATH!!
Diamond: Wait, what?!?! What just happened!?!?!?!
Baxter: What I saw was Erik Josten lay out “Citizen Truth” and serve him up to Black Death on a silver platter; thus Black Death has just advanced in the Intercontinental Championship Contenders Tournament!
Black Death escapes the ring and starts to make his way back up the ramp as the scene fades.
DORLING AND MDK:
Dorling is shown backstage, heading towards the arena, when he sees none other than M.D.K. walking towards him.
DORLING- 'Daniel.'
M.D.K. looks scornfully at him but does not respond. He merely walks by. Dorling turns around.
DORLING- 'The great M.D.K.. Seems like you've engineered yourself a cushty little position around here.'
M.D.K. stops and turns back.
DORLING- 'Remember in Vegas when you were all comfortable and had everything? Do you remember when I came along and stole a whole wrestling company from under your nose?'
M.D.K.- 'Same old Dorling. Same old miserable little pissant with an inferiority complex.'
DORLING- 'I thought you say something like that. Not that you've become predictable in your old age.'
M.D.K.- 'You mean fuck all here. You mean fuck all to me. You are nothing, as you always have been.'
M.D.K. starts to walk away.
DORLING- 'Play it how you want to, Daniel. You know you can't ignore me forever. I'm starting with the Jackdaw, but I'm coming for you all.'
M.D.K. smirks as he walks away and Denise Essex tentatively approaches M.D.K. the other way.
Essex: “Is this a bad time?”
M.D.K.: “Is there ever a good time with you?”
Essex: “I just wanted to get your thoughts and feelings ahead of tonight’s main event and anything else that may be on your mind…”
M.D.K.: “Tonight? Tonight isn’t worth anybody’s thoughts let alone mine. I’m taking part on this pathetic legend tour to appease Jimmy Raven for two words and two words alone… Pay Day… I have been offered a fuck-tonne of money to denigrate myself for this match tonight despite having nothing to prove and nothing to gain from it.”
Essex: “Is that more than a shit-load?”
M.D.K.: “So much more… Jimmy has these dreams of our match being significant, being part of a trilogy and being a part of WGWF history. I’m here tonight to give Jimmy a reality check that five months ago was a one and done and tonight’s charitable donation to the Jimmy Raven pensioner tour will be it for us. It will see the tour for Raven… get derailed…”
M.D.K. storms off but Denise calls him back.
Essex: “Err… can I ask you about Wrestle Wars?”
M.D.K. stops, places his hands on his hips and turns back with a shake of his head.
M.D.K.: “That was the perfect sign off and you want more? Make it quick…”
Essex: “With Alyce facing your nemesis Tristan Slater at Wrestle Wars, some have said that you have been left with a dance partner come Wrestle Wars. What plans do you have going forwards and heading towards the grandest stage of them all?”
M.D.K.: “You have to take into consideration that I was the Main Event last year at the grandest stage of them all and have been pretty much at every event since then. For me to step aside for my queen though isn’t me being altruistic by any means though. It’s a statement that Alyce has earned this shot at the pretty boy after his Captain Ahab style pursuit of her this past few months in a bid to try and goad me. All I ever do though is allow her to fight her own battles. She couldn’t be any further from being a damsel in distress if she tried and everything Slater has done has been in vain…”
Essex: “But what about you? What are YOUR plans for Wrestle Wars?”
M.D.K.: “I have painted a big target on my back and a lot of people want to try and make a name for themselves by taking a shot at the king… Jimmy Raven is one and you just heard Dorling just now… everybody wants a piece of me in this ring so the world is my oyster as it always has been…”
Essex: “You didn’t give me an answer…”
M.D.K. smiles.
M.D.K.: “I didn’t did I?”
He saunters off with a smug grin
WHO IS IN THE LIMO?
We resume our regularly schedule limo watch, this time being accompanied by a random stooge with the mic. Nobody knows who this man is, not even the cameraman. This man is so unimportant that he’s literally dressed like he was picked from the crowd at random. Nonetheless, he has a microphone so he must be relevant.
Stooge: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m backstage hear in the parking lot. This long black limo has been here for a bit now. No further update has occurred. I’ve tried to knock on the door but nobody has answered. The doors are looked and I cannot see through the windows. There is a rustling in the backseat, however, like I said, I have no found out who is inside. Once we receive more info, we will fill you in.
The camera fades to the next segment.
The fans all focus their attention on Donald "Hard-Body Crotch Bandit" Masters, who stands in the ring under a spotlight.
Masters: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a first round match in the Intercontinental Title Contenders Tournament! Introducing first...
"Why So Serious" begins to play over the speakers. 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?"
Masters: ... from Markmill Asylum.. weighing in at 206 pounds.. he is GRIMOIRE XMYLES!!
From the curtain, Grimoire Xmyles slowly walks out onto the top of the entrance ramp, his legs and arms shackled with chains as six security guards escort Grimoire down to the ring. Grimoire's head is constantly hung as he walks down the entrance ramp, the fans roaring with elation towards the WGWF'S resident psychopath. Grimoire rolls under the bottom rope whilst still bound by the chains. The security guards follow him into the ring, restraining him whilst they uncouple the shackles that hold him. They quickly release and dart out of the ring as Grimoire begins to stretch and limber himself up for the upcoming contest, a bloodthirsty and savage look on his wicked face.
Masters: And his opponent...
The arena lights go off and the entire place goes black. "BEEP, BEEP, BEEEEEEEEEP!" sounds over the PA System. The crowd in attendance erupts into a chorus of cheers, as "If you want blood (You've got it)" - AC/DC begins playing. Multicolored lights flash off and on throughout the arena as John Gambino steps out onto the stage. He is dressed in his shiny black trunks, a black leather biker jacket, a black "Flatline Crew Established Circa 1996" t-shirt underneath and black boots. A black Fedora hat sits atop his head and a pair of silver aviator sunglasses rest upon his face.
Masters: ... from Syracuse, New York.. weighing in at 250 pounds.. he is MR. BIGG.. JOHN GAMBINO!!
Accompanying Rigg are members of his "crew", (any combination, typically not more than two at one time.) Rigg looks up from beneath his sunglasses, surveying the crowd. As the song hits the chorus, Bigg Rigg raises his arms into the air; growling. Red pyros shoot up from the stage behind the three. The fans continue to cheer. As the pyros end, Rigg and his Crew walk down the ramp together, snarling and slapping the hands of the fans along the ramp. Once at ringside; Bigg Rigg climbs up onto the apron and his Crew follows soon after. Inside the ring, Rigg's Crew stand on his side doing the nWo point in his direction. Bigg Rigg ascends to the top rope, lifting his arms into the air in a Triple H-like taunt. A curtain of gold pyros rain down into the ring. Rigg then climbs down from the top rope, as the music slowly fades and the lights come back on.
Some fans bust into a "Let’s Go Gambino!" chant, while others yell "Why So Serious?". Xmyles, however, no-sells every single sound around him, keeping his eyes locked squarely on the Bigg Rigg. He is met with a cold stare that helps elevate the tension in the arena. The sounding of the bell brings that tension even higher, and then all is unleashed.
John Gambino is the first to fire, slamming three right fists into the side of Xmyles’ face, all in quick succession. The favor is returned by the former Xtreme Champion who clocks John Gambino with a heavy swing. A second attempt is blocked by the former World Champion, and is followed by a boot to the gut that doubles Xmyles over. John Gambino takes advantage of the position and delivers a solid head and arm suplex.
The Bigg Rigg rolls back to his feet and waits for Xmyles to join him. As soon as the former Xtreme champ is standing, John Gambino charges and attempts a clothesline, but Grimoire ducks and spins the two-time Universal champion around and connects with a savage chop to the chest. A second pushes John Gambino back into the ropes and draws the customary "Wooooooooooo" from the crowd.
Now, it is Xmyles who attemps a clothesline, taking a couple steps back before charging forward. Much like a few moments earlier, the move is reversed, only this time, John Gambino opts to dip the shoulder and hoist Grimoire overhead and send him flying outside with a back body drop. Grimoire lands with a thud, collapsing on the thin protective mats.
Diamond: OH! Grimoire Xmyles the first to take a spill in this match-up, and I cringe every time I see someone go over the top...you just don't know where or how they'll land...
Baxter: I'm all for it. Good TV.
Diamond: Whatever. You'd take one arm-drag in that ring and complain about back trouble for the rest of your life.
Baxter: That's why I'm behind the desk, Nov. Not in the ring.
As The Bigg Rigg goes after Xmyles, Roberts steps between them and the ropes and moves John Gambino back to the center of the squared circle, before starting a ten count.
As the referee reaches ‘3’, Xmyles slowly pulls himself up and immediately makes his way towards the Time Keepers table, pushing Vince Howard off his seat and grabbing the steel chair. In the process of folding the weapon, Xmyles turns and looks back into the ring and…
…drops the object, with a clang, to the ground.
Diamond: Old habits die hard!
Baxter: Damn! I was hoping to see some batting practice!
With a concentrated look on his face, Xmyles heads back towards the ring apron. Tired of the count, John Gambino pushes passed Roberts and heads to greet the former Xtreme champion at the ropes. For his trouble, John Gambino is dropped as Xmyles yanks on his right ankle, tripping The Bigg Rigg.
Quickly sliding into the ring, Grimoire drops an elbow across the chest, then rolls to his feet and immediately drops another lightning fast assault.
Diamond: Xmyles in control now, but can he hold onto it?
Baxter: I got it! What is, "fuck, no?"
Seemingly answering Diamond's question, Gambino rolls away from an attempted third elbow, but as he starts to stand, he is met with an arm around the neck, and another under the arm. Xmyles takes a moment to slam a knee into the torso twice, both blows delivered with violent force.
Letting go of the arm, Xmyles goes to drive John Gambino’s head into the mat with a DDT, but the Bigg Rigg has the presence of mind to grab the top rope with his left hand, and when Xmyles throws himself backwards, he is the only one to slam into the canvas.
Baxter: Hahaha!! I love it when that happens!
Diamond: Know what I love? The look on your face when you realize one of the wrestlers watched the show, heard your bad-mouthing, and is now laying in wait for you backstage.
Baxter: *shiver* I'm cold...
John Gambino is quick to shake off the previous attacks and drop to a knee over his opponent, repeatedly throwing rights, fist bouncing off of skull. Gambino's arm swings faster and faster and the roar of the crowd grows louder and louder.
Feeding off their energy, John Gambino hops to his feet and pulls Xmyles with him. An irish whip sends him rebounding off the ropes and right into a picture perfect power slam. Roberts is there to make the count, as The Bigg Rigg hooks the leg, going for the early pinfall.
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TH…
Diamond: Near-fall by Gambino, but Xmyles doesn't want to stay down yet!
Baxter: Competing in the Xtreme Division for that long taught him resiliency, there's no doubt about it. Grimoire Xmyles can take a heavy beating.
John Gambino waits for Xmyles to regain his composure and reclaim a vertical position. Once both men are back on their feet, Gambino kicks the tow of his boot into the stomach of his opponent and locks Grimoire in for a suplex. Halfway through the move, Xmyles slides over the shoulder and wraps his arms around John Gambino’s cranium, applying a sleeper hold. Before the move can take any effect though, Gambino pushes himself backward, sandwiching Xmyles between his own solid frame and the turnbuckles.
Stumbling out of the corner, The Bigg Rigg drapes Xmyles’s chin across his shoulder and drops to the mat with an ace crusher.
The crowd bursts into cheers as they jump to their feet sensing that John Gambino has regained the momentum it appeared he may have lost a split second ago. With Grimoire lying partially conscious, face down on the mat, John Gambino stands over him and reaches down, clutching his arms around his opponent, locking in a move known katahajime.
Straddling across Xmyles’s back, John Gambino sits his weight on the spine of his opponent as he chokes the air out of Grimoire, denying each breath he tries to take. Fading fast, Xmyles dips his shoulder and rolls, bringing John Gambino with him. The move doesn’t escape the chokehold, but it does put Grimoire right under the ropes, allowing him to easily get a foot on the bottom cable.
Roberts immediately calls for John Gambino to break the hold, and he does so. When John Gambino slides away and pulls himself to his feet, Grimoire dives forward with a chop block, cutting John Gambino’s leg out from underneath of him. Both men down, Bernie Roberts starts a ten count. Neither man is too damaged to answer the count, but putting their intelligence to good use, both take the opportunity to catch a second wind.
John Gambino is first to his feet, and catches Grimoire with another katahajime attempt as he stands. Once again locked in, Xmyles doesn’t panic, having a much easier out on this occasion. A mule kick to the groin goes undetected by the referee and does more than enough to break the hold.
Diamond: LOW BLOW FROM Xmyles!
Baxter: That's really unfortunate for Gambino. A well-timed nut-shot is worse than any powerbomb or piledriver.
Doubled over, clutching his groin in agony, John Gambino is prone to a snap DDT that smashes his face into canvas. A cover follows.
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TWO…
T…
Just a two count for the former Xtreme Champion.
Not relenting for one moment, Xmyles drops a leg across the throat of John Gambino and goes for another cover.
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TWO…
But the result is the same.
Grabbing two fistfuls of hair, Xmyles whips John Gambino into the corner. The Bigg Rigg hits chest first and is met as he bounces back, with a knee to the spine. Scooping up the champion, Grimoire drops to one knee, and folds the back of The Bigg Rigg across his right thigh. Firmly in control of the match, Xmyles adds to the assault on the torso by driving a knee into the spine, then waiting for John Gambino to start to pull himself up onto all fours, before driving him straight back down with an axe handle smash across the shoulders.
Not satisfied to merely pound away on his downed opponent, Xmyles lifts John Gambino up and runs towards the far ropes.
For a moment, John Gambino searches his brain and tries to recall every Grimoire Xmyles match he has seen. He finds his answer and braces himself for some sort of springboard moonsault or flying crossbody block. Instead, Xmyles baseball slides under John Gambino’s legs and comes up on the other side, locking arms around the waist and delivering a highly effective german suplex, bridging for the pin. Roberts is once again on top of things.
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TWO…
THR…
Two in a half is only a fraction from three, but in the world of professional wrestling, it’s the difference between victory and just having to battle for that much longer.
As John Gambino rolls out of the pin, it becomes clear that the more technical approach Xmyles has administered has caught him almost completely off guard. The once nearly homicidal, risk taking, hardcore monster has turned to a much more grounded style that has effectively given him the upperhand on the Universal Champion.
Moving in to continue his successful series of attacks, Xmyles is greeted with a right hook that connects squarely on the chin. Another does the same and rocks Xmyles, giving John Gambino the separation he needs.
Now, it is The Bigg Rigg’s turn to hit the ropes, but Grimoire is able to shake off any bit of grogginess caused by the two quick punches, and ducks the running elbow attempt of the champ. Spinning John Gambino to face him, Xmyles wraps his arms under John Gambino’s and flings him overhead with a belly to belly suplex.
The Bigg Rigg splats across the mat.
Some of the fans boo, but it seems not to phase Xmyles. He keeps his eyes focused on his opponent, passing up any opportunity to gloat or taunt the fans. Instead, he marches straight over to the fallen Gambino and picks him up by the arms, applying a full nelson. For the briefest of moments, he thrashes about with the submission hold in place, then suddenly abandons any hopes of John Gambino giving up in favor of a nasty Full Nelson Slam.
The back of John Gambino’s skull bounces off the mat as he is buried into the canvas. Xmyles drops across John Gambino’s lifeless body and hooks the leg.
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No.
Just a few millimeters above the mat, Roberts hand comes to a stop. The fans burst into cheers as the match continues. Again, Xmyles positions John Gambino for a Full Nelson Slam, only this time he keeps hold with one arm and sticks out a knee, turning the move into a devastating backbreaker. This time, Xmyles hooks both legs.
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THRE…
Somehow, Gambino manages to find some bit of strength to lift his left shoulder off the mat. Grimoire is sure that it was a three count, but does not show any signs of frustration. Determined and composed, he stands John Gambino against the ropes and takes off for the opposite set of cables.
Baxter: Come on! I just placed bets online for you with my cellphone, Xmyles! DELIVER!!!
A clothesline sends both men spilling over the top rope to the outside. Wiping the sweat from his face, smearing a bit of the black paint as he does so, Xmyles uses the barricade to pull himself up. A field goal kick to the ribs sends John Gambino rolling through the apron and under the ring. Reaching under the structure, Xmyles first drags John Gambino out form underneath, then goes back in, producing a lead pipe when his hands come into view for the second time.
Diamond: A PIPE?!
Baxter: SA-WEEEEEEEEET!!!
The crowd begins to work itself into a frenzy. Some eager to see carnage cheer in approval. A great many jeer Xmyles and the way he has dominated Gambino. While John Gambino begins to work his way to his feet with the aide of the ring apron, Xmyles lifts the weapon high overhead. But when he brings it down, he does so with no force or momentum. Gently, he lets his arms come down, then realizes the situation as he sees Roberts screaming from the ring that it will be an immediate disqualification. Cursing under his breath, still adapting to the inability to use whatever weapons suit his fancy, Grimoire tosses the lead pipe aside. Instead, he opts for the equally brutal, but legal, act of tossing John Gambino straight into the steel steps.
Hitting knees first, John Gambino flips over the stairs and lands on his back, the cool mats doing little to ease his pain.
With the fans all on their feet, Xmyles throws a right hand that staggers the now vertical Gambino. Another shot sends him stumbling backwards up the entrance way. A third does the same, only this time, is returned.
Diamond: Taking a turn for the violent here, fans!
Baxter: As opposed to the non-violent wrestling matches advertised on our program?
John Gambino slams his fist into Xmyles’ face, nearly breaking his nose.
In the ring, Roberts stops his count at 8, shaking his head in frustration, but not wanting to deny the fans of a legitimate ending to the tournament match.
Up the ramp, both men continue to exchange punches as the crowd reacts with cheers and boos with each strike. At the top of the ramp, John Gambino swings a hard left that is ducked. His momentum carries him part way around and Xmyles hoists him up and drops him with a belly to back suplex.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHH"
In unison, the crowd cringes as Gambino's head smashes into steel. Xmyles laughs heartily at Gambino as he struggles to get himself together. Xmyles grabs Gambino by the hair and tries to smash him again but Gambino blocks and lands a massive chop across Xmyles’s chest. Grimoire leans forward, clutching his chest in pain, John Gambino grabs a handful of shirt collar and another of pants and literally just throws Xmyles forward.
Xmyles flies down the ramp, scraping across the metal grate as he rockets back towards the ring. The fans roar as The Bigg Rigg follows behind, in a much safer, less painful manner. Running on adrenaline, John Gambino tosses Xmyles under the bottom rope, back into the ring, before joining Grimoire himself.
Both men now standing in the middle of the ring where they belong, Xmyles delivers a slap to the face. This allows Grimoire to attempt a snap suplex, but John Gambino blocks the attempt and slams a fist into the former Xtreme Champions ribs. With a bit of separation in place, John Gambino makes a short charge for a clothesline. Xmyles is now the one to reverse, sliding underneath the extended arm. Behind his opponent, he reaches back and attempts a neckbreaker, but The Bigg Rigg quickly spins 180 degrees and shoves Xmyles in the back, pushing him into the ropes.
Diamond: Xmyles and John Gambino with a back-and-forth here that I can barely follow fast enough to call!!
As Grimoire bounces back, he lifts a heavy boot and tries to plant it right into the torso of John Gambino, but the foot is caught... Xmyles leaps and nails Gambino with a enziguri that staggers Gambino. Gambino manages to rush back in for a clothesline but Xmyles ducks.. Gambino turns back around and is met with a boot to the gut. Xmyles quickly grabs Gambino's head and drills him with the Stunner. A hook of the leg, and Roberts drops to make the count.
Diamond: GRIMOIRE XMYLES WITH THE SHOCK TREATMENT!! FOR THE PIN ATTEMPT!!
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BLACK OUT!
Diamond: What the hell is going on now??!?!?!
The blackout lasts for ten seconds before coming back up to reveal LUNACY, BROTHER MAYLOCK and THE JACKDAW surrounding Grim in the center of the ring as Gambino has rolled over towards the ropes.
Baxter: ANARCHY!
Diamond: They have Grim completely surrounded!!
With one motion from Lunacy Brother Maylock and The Jackdaw stomp away at John Gambino!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
The referee called for the bell as the crowd roars with loud boos! Grim lunges towards Lunacy when the lights go dark once again! When they draw up several seconds later Anarchy has completely vanished. Grim is irate as the scene fades.
THE CHAMP IS HERE… via satellite.
The scene cuts to ringside where Derrick Diamond and Professor Derek Baxter are shown behind the announcers desk where they take it away.
Diamond: Ladies and Gentleman earlier today this video arrived and instead of talking about we’re going to play it for you now.
Baxter: Talk about an egotistical prick.
The scene fades and reopens as we see the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion THE Tristan Slater sitting in a director style chair where we get an upper body shot of the World Title resting over his right shoulder as he has grown a beard over the last several weeks. There’s a loud, mixed reception from the crowd as Tristan begins to speak.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Hi, I am YOUR WGWF World Heavyweight Champion THE Tristan Slater; but you already know that.”
There’s a sly smile from Slater as he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m sure many of you are wondering why I haven’t come out and spoken to all the masses tonight in the Big Easy, it’s a natural question to ask when you consider I’m the reason you’re all there right now anyway…”
The fans start to boo louder than the ones cheering.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’m sure as most of you saw last week while attempting to bask in glory of recapturing MY World Title I was rudely interrupted by one John Cable…”
There’s a massive ovation at the mention of John’s name.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “And while I kicked the Beasts ass that should have been the end of it yet it wasn’t because while I was on commentary for the Main Event I was once again jumped from behind by the very Beast that can’t come to terms with the fact that I am and will always be better than him. It has never been more clearer that the WGWF can’t or won’t provide me with a safe working environment…”
The boos start to get even louder.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “After speaking with my attorney’s we have sent a certified letter to the WGWF Board of Directors stating that until they can guarantee me a safe working environment I am not going to be obligated to show up at any live event, more importantly if this issue isn’t resolved the WGWF is in breach of contract and my team of attorneys won’t have a choice but to press legal action.”
Tristan gazes down at the World Title resting on his shoulder before shifting his attention back towards the camera.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It would be a shame if the World Title wasn’t defended at the single biggest show of the year all because they can’t tame a beast or control a Royal Family. I will not be putting myself in harm’s way for the benefit of a company or for all the pathetic fans that cheer every time I’m punched in the face of jumped from behind.”
There’s a “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” chant heard coming from the crowd as Tristan continues to speak.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’ll appear when I choose to appear, where I choose to appear and how I choose to appear to insure my safety will be maintained at all times. The time of being everyone’s punching bag so that they might try to “get over” has officially come and gone as I have been the face that runs this place for almost two straight years. Think about that for a second and tell me where anyone on this roster has maintained ANYTHING for that period of time without having to walk away to gather themselves because it’s gotten a little too hot in the kitchen? Sure there’s been A LOT of great talent to pass through this federation but NONE of them have been able to say that they’re on top of their game like I am.”
There’s a pause from Tristan before he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I mean I’m the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion that’s set to Main Event his second Wrestle Wars as the reigning and defending World Champion! I’m the guy that exploited John Cable and MDK to get this belt back around the waist of a credible Champion at the West Coast Rumble; you should all be on your knee’s THANKING ME for insuring that you have a credible Main Event for the single biggest show of the year, you should all me worshiping the ground I walk on that you’re not reduced to another dull and boring MDK/Chris Page showdown that nobody other than themselves will remotely care about but above all else you should all be kissing my feet that I have single handedly SAVED Wrestle Wars Twelve from being a goddamn joke.”
Tristan emphatically states as he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You’re all officially apart of THE Tristan Slater’s show and on this show I’m the star and you’re all the supporting cast. The sooner you come to terms, the sooner you come to the realization that I run this fucking place the better off you’re all going to be.”
Tristan gazes intently into the camera as he then states.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Oh… and to Danny Tenegra; to answer your deluded in ring promo following that squash over Simon Jacobs…”
Tristan raises the title off his right shoulder before swaying it back and forth in front of the camera as he states.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “You mad bro?”
Tristan starts laughing hysterically as the scene fades to black.
EARLIER THIS WEEK:
"Can you get the door please?"
The door showing WGWF Board of Directors Adam Barker's office and his assistant, as the premiere (And now, possibly, sole) power figure in the company is reviewing paperwork. His assistant opens the door, and admits a figure some may have thought that they wouldn't see again. Kyle Shane. The God of Game. The seven time World Heavyweight champion. If it had been into anyone else's office he'd strolled into, he may have gotten a different reaction. But Adam Barker just puts on a devilish, and condescending grin.
Adam Barker: Well, well, this is a sight for sore eyes. You know, the previous general manager we had in place, Flash Rotten didn't think we were going to see you again after your little meltdown, but I had a feeling that you would come back. You always come back.
Kyle Shane: I am back. I've had my options elsewhere, but despite all of the bullshit, I can never turn my back on the WGWF. Besides, it's Wrestlewars season and I wanted to get back in the mix of things.
Barker crosses one leg over the other, tapping his chin with that inane grin.
Adam Barker: Well, you know, I'm ultimately the one that reviews the contracts around here, and I trying to balance the benefits of having you back with the headaches you give us, and I'm not sure it's worth it. I mean, can you even coexist on the same show as some of the peers you've abused over the years?
Kyle frowns, clearly not expecting the slimy chairman to give him such a hard time about getting booked again.
Kyle Shane: And just what is that supposed to mean?
Barker looks completely nonchalant and at ease as he tilts back in his chair, fingers laced together behind his back.
Adam Barker: You made your unhappiness with the regime under Flash Rotten quite well known. You abused him and pushed him around, complaining about being booked to face the Sentinel. Do I have to tell you why someone in my position would have a problem with you putting your hands on employees, on management? And then there was the constant badgering of Chris Page. You came to the WGWF corporate offices looking for him and making a mockery of our company. Then when you didn't get your way you tried to walk out on the match, because you weren't pleased that Page had been put in a match against you. This is just part of an ongoing trend with you, Kyle. Your attitude, and your ego, are detrimental to this company.
Kyle Shane: MY ego? You're the one who can't let a difference of opinion over the use of my talent go.
Barker points his finger like a gun at Kyle, winking. Bingo, there it is.
Adam Barker: There it is, your talent. Yes, you've been good at what you do... when you were motivated. But the fans deserve more than that from someone committed, and focused. Hell, you give Chris Page as much crap as you want, Chris Page, unlike you, has been out there every week, bringing his best, not grumbling about his place on the card or facing the Sentinel, and earning his keep for over a decade. You walk out every year, or, I'm sorry, "Get injured", or "take mental health breaks" and sit out your contract on our dime, and if we brought you back this time around, how many months would you last? Three? Four? Two pay-per-views, again?
Kyle rolls his eyes, and looks up to the ceiling. He runs his tongue stiffly around the inside of his bottom lip as if he's getting a taste of something utterly repugnant. This is criticism he's heard before, and had his heart questioned a million times. It never fails to get under his skin as the lowball, shallow, low hanging fruit, asinine jibe that it is.
Kyle Shane: I didn't want to believe it, but it's true. This Royal Family, another word for the same basic stable full of nobodies that we've had running for years now, has you completely in their pocket. MDK, Chris Page, Alyce Starchylde, all of them.
Barker tuts, shaking his head with a smile.
Adam Barker: I'm in their pocket? Wow, I haven't actually heard that before, thank you.
Kyle Shane: I'm better than all of them. Or if I'm not, I haven't had a chance to compete against them one on one and show that I can be. Put me in there at Wrestlewars, I'll take on Lunacy, I'll take on the Jackdaw, I'll take on Page, MDK, Mark Maylock, three midgets in a trenchcoat and a Royal Family shirt, give me a chance to prove that I'm better.
Adam Barker: I don't think I'm going to do that, Kyle. I just don't see a need to justify paying some whiny, unreliable man-boy big money to have a seat at our biggest show of the year. Just don't see the profit in it.
Kyle grits his teeth, chewing it over for a second, and it's a cold and hard-eyed Shane who gets to his feet, placing both hands flat on Barker's desk, and leaning forward with the utmost seriousness.
Kyle Shane: So let me get this straight. You say I'm not getting brought back, and I'm not going to Wrestlewars this year. But I will, Adam. I will get back into it.
Barker just waves a hand, unconcerned.
Adam Barker: Sure, tickets are going fast so if you want to be up in the nosebleeds I'd get on those if I were you. See you at Wrestlewars, champ.
Barker smiles, and he reaches over to pick up the phone. Kyle stares a hole in him, teeth gritted, and then he exits the office
Masters: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!
There’s a massive pop from the New Orleans crowd!
The ovation grows louder!
Masters: Introducing first; he is the WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPION, “THE EVERYDAY NORMAL GUY” ANDY JOHNSON!!
Andy emerges out to the top of the ramp with the TV Title held up over his head with both hands as he stands at the top of the ramp soaking in the ovation from the sold out crowd. Suddenly the fans boo intently as Chris Page comes through the curtain where he shatters a 2x4 across the back of Johnson!!
Diamond: Page is attacking!!
Andy drops the TV title to the top of the ramp as he falls forward and down on to the steel ramp. Chris reaches down picking up the Television Championship where he stares down at the front gold plate of the Championship.
Baxter: Page has always been a crafty sumbitch!
Andy pushes himself up off the ramp where he works his way to his feet where we see his father smash the Television Championship into his forehead which busts the Champion wide open! Chris takes a mount position on Andy on the ramp to the ring where he unloads with a flurry of right hands to the open wound further attempting to spill the blood of his own son.
Diamond: Andy Johnson has been opened up the hard way at the hands of his father!
Chris lands six or seven hard shots to Andy’s forehead before getting up off his chest. Page walks down to the ring where he slings the TV Title into the ring before reaching under the apron where he retrieves his BARBWIRE WRAPPED STEEL CHAIR!
Baxter: I don’t think CCP came here to compete for the TV Title.
Andy slowly starts to stir on the ramp as blood pours out of a wound across his forehead. The fans aren’t believing what they are seeing as Chris starts to come back up the ramp with the Barbwire Wrapped Chair in hands where he jabs Andy in the midsection doubling him over before waffling Andy across the back causing the shards of barbwire to rip and tear at the flesh of Johnson’s back!
Diamond: Someone needs to stop this!!
Andy staggers forward and closer to the ring as he doesn’t go down yet slowly spins around as we see Chris charge forward smashing the Barbwire Wrapped Chair into the face of Television Champion sending him down and on to the protective mats that surround the ringside area. The fans boos relentlessly towards the ringside area as Chris slides the Barbwire Wrapped Chair into the ring under the bottom ropes before shifting his attention to Andy who is now bleeding like a stuffed pig as a relentless Page stomps down on the forehead of Andy before reaching down picking him up off the floor where he takes a front waist lock before delivering an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex to Johnson on the floor!
Baxter: Andy’s body just splattered on to the floor!
Diamond: Someone needs to stop this!
The sold out crowd seem to be shocked at the beating that is unfolding in front of their very eyes. Chris Page is back to a vertical base where he tosses the ring apron back once again only this time he pulls a TABLE out and slides it into the ring! Page shifts his attention back towards a bloody Andy Johnson who is motionless on the floor as his blood continues to flow covering his head and face as Chris reaches down picking up both legs of Johnson before he positions himself before we see Chris fall backwards catapulting Andy Johnson’s bloody face off the ring post!! The sicken thud of Andy’s face meeting the steel echoes throughout the arena!
Baxter: This might be going a little too far!!
Chris is back to his feet where he jars with some fans at ringside before shifting his attention back to beating the hell out of his biological son. Chris reaches down picking Andy up off the floor where he hurls him into the ring under the bottom rope. The referee immediately starts to check on Andy as we see Chris slide into the ring. Page is back to his feet where the referee tries to stop him from continuing this assault only to find him laid out by a Chris Page right hand!
Diamond: He just decked an official!
Page shifts his attention towards the Table where he reaches down picking it up off the mat where he leans it against a set of turnbuckles. Andy rolls over on to his chest where he pushes himself up out of a pool of his own blood to all fours, we see Page charge forward punting Andy in the ribs!! Chris reaches down picking Andy up off the mat where he positions him for a Powerbomb! Chris hoists Andy up where he charges towards the corner the houses the Table delivering a buckle bomb through the Table!!
Baxter: Chris Page is making an emphatic statement!
Page looks down at his bloody son who lays within the rumble of a broken table before shifting his eyes towards the Barbwire Wrapped Chair. Chris walks over picking the chair up before laying it down in the middle of the ring. Page turns back towards the corner that houses Andy where he makes his over picking a motionless Johnson up off the mat yanking him out to the center of the ring where he positions Andy over the barbwire wrapped chair where he delivers a PAGE PLANT on to the Barbwire Wrapped Steel Chair! The sold out crowd is in shock with what we’ve just seen as Chris Page gets back to a vertical base picking the TV Title up with him as he places his right boot on the back of Andy who is face down on the Barbwire Wrapped Chair, Page hoists the TV Title up in the air drawing in massive boo’s.
Page looks down at his bloody son who lays within the rumble of a broken table before shifting his eyes towards the Barbwire Wrapped Chair. Chris walks over picking the chair up before laying it down in the middle of the ring. Page turns back towards the corner that houses Andy where he makes his over picking a motionless Johnson up off the mat yanking him out to the center of the ring where he positions Andy over the barbwire wrapped chair where he delivers a PAGE PLANT on to the Barbwire Wrapped Steel Chair! The sold out crowd is in shock with what we’ve just seen as Chris Page gets back to a vertical base picking the TV Title up with him as he places his right boot on the back of Andy who is face down on the Barbwire Wrapped Chair, Page hoists the TV Title up in the air drawing in massive boo’s……..
B L A C K O U T
Diamond “NO!!!!!”
P A U L F R O S T
Baxter “From Bad to WORSE Derrick, from BAD to WORSE especially if you’re name is Andy Johnson”
The HEAT is unimaginable as Frost has once again returned to the ring and now he stands face to face with none other than his close friend….Chris Page….who despite wearing the blood of his own son….looks upon Paul with DELIGHT!!!!!!
“Welcome back you son of a bitch.”
Page is nothing but smiles as he & Frost share a handshake & half a hug as Chris is careful not to get any blood on the “Man in White” suit, for the most part Frost shares in the joy of reuniting with his friend much to the dismay of this sellout crowd.
Diamond “Yeah that’s great let Satan and the father of the year hug it out but can we PLEASE get some help for Andy here?”
With the TV title now draped across his shoulder, Page gently turns Frost around in the direction of the lifeless carcass of Andy.
“I’ve got an idea for old time’s sakes, you up for it…...CHILD KILLER?”
Page says looking right into the eyes of Frost.
Diamond “No…no…..no…he’s SUFFERED enough dammit, you’re a farther….a father willing to make a deal with the devil? Can we get some HELP…PLEASE!!!!!”
Frost turns towards Page and the HEAT reigns down as his sinister smile creeps across his face like earlier in the evening. Frost nods his head “YES” as Page chuckles along.
“After YOU”
Page gracefully steps back as Frost motions over to Andy only to turn and STOP’S in front of Page.
The crowd is obviously stunned as is Page who looks at Frost confused but Paul obviously isn’t, wearing that same stoic face from beforehand.
“I think he’s had enough.”
Page doesn’t bother to stop, his once gleefully smile gone now replaced with a look of annoyance as he looks to move forward only to have Frost PUSH him backwards.
Mild POP
“I said…(Frost turns and looks down at Andy’s bloody body before turning back to Page)….he’s had enough.
Annoyance turns to rage which is painted across the face of Page who storms back as cameras catch BOTH Frost & Page now engaged in a STAREDOWN in the center of the ring.
“ONE MORE MATCH” *clap clap clap* “ONE MORE MATCH” *clap clap clap* “ONE MORE MATCH”
Diamond “This place has gone absolutely ELECTRIC….Paul Frost and Chris Page…face to face for the first time in years here on Monday Night Brawl”
Baxter “Yeah and the WGWF Universe which earlier in the night HATED Frost for his actions are now CHEERING him, what a difference an hour makes.”
With the “WrestleWar’s” sign just off on the horizon Page & Frost continue to stare the other one down in fact it’s Frost who slowly takes ahold of the TV Championship and slings it over his shoulder as the intensity in the eyes of Chris Page continues to build but instead of acting out his rage, it’s Page who forces a smile and sidesteps Frost looking to leave the ring instead.
Fans Boo
But Page stops looking down at the lifeless, broken & bloody body of his own son before looking back eye to eye with Frost. Still with a smile on his face Page makes the point of SLAPPING his bloody hand down onto Frost’s white suit jacket…..
“He has had enough at least for today…..but….just make sure YOU stay out of MY way. Welcome back buddy”
Page chuckles to himself as turns and SPITS (heat) on Andy’s body as he makes his way out of the ring as backstage medical, officials & referee’s make their way out to the warzone of ringside as cameras remain in the ring as Frost now looks down at what’s left of Andy Johnson.
Diamond “Just look at that man, that monster that pile of human shit, look he’s actually happy with himself, he’s HAPPY at what he’s done, a farther who beat his OWN son to a bloody pulp and WHAT THE HELL IS FROST STILL DOING HERE?”
EMT’s are surrounding the ring as Frost kneels down beside Andy, laying the TV Championship over his body and then taking his thumb Frost dips it in Andy’s blood and like before proceeds to make the Sign of the Cross on top of Andy’s forehead with his own blood.
Baxter “Is he God? Is he the Devil or just for one night Andy’s guardian angel?"
Diamond “I hope we get some sort of explanation from Frost but most of all I hope and I PRAY that Andy will be able to walk and breathe and then BEAT THE HOLY HELL OUT OF HIS OWN FATHER…..THAT SICK SON OF A BITCH!!!!!”
Frost slowly backs away & watches from the far side of the ring as the EMT’s go to work on securing Andy’s neck as they place him on a body board and transport him onto awaiting stretcher as the WGWF “Universe” holds their breaths as Andy is wheeled away……..