Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Mar 6, 2018 19:11:07 GMT -5
Monday Night Brawl takes the air live….
The house lights dim down but don’t go completely out as all attention diverts to the top of the ramp as we wait for someone to emerge out to the top of the ramp. When the drums kick in the crowd completely ERUPTS as FLASH ROTTEN walks out through the curtain and out to the top of the ramp!!
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman please welcome back to Monday Night Brawl, FLASH ROTTEN!!!
The ovation is enough to give you goosebumps as the General Manager is back for the first time in over a month. Flash soaks in the ovation as he looks out all over the sold out Bridgestone Arena with a look of sheer vindication etched across his face before he starts to make the walk towards the ring!!!
Diamond: Listen to the ovation Flash Rotten is receiving!!
Baxter: Great, the favoritism begins once again.
Flash Rotten reaches ringside where he turns towards the ring steps and makes his way up them; picking up a microphone along the way that is resting on the top step. Flash is to the ring apron where he steps through the ropes and into the ring. Flash takes center ring as the music fades away and he raises the microphone to his lips as the crowd chants along with him.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Ladies and Gentleman…”
Flash pauses for the massive pop from the crowd before he continues with them chanting along with him.
FLASH ROTTEN- “MY name is FLASH ROTTEN… and I am, ONCE AGAIN, the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl!!”
The crowd erupts loudly as Flash looks directly into the camera and you can tell that he isn’t here to play games.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Boy oh boy do I have A LOT to get off my chest and A LOT of information to cover; first things first, has the place SUCKED without me here or what?!”
There’s a massive ovation as Flash Rotten smirks in the center of the ring. The ovation breaks out into a “WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!” chant which see’s Flash lower the microphone and let the Nashville crowd express themselves to the world on live television. Flash raises the microphone back to his lips as he states.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Adam Barker…”
The crowd erupts with loud boo’s as Flash continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Chairman of the WGWF Board of Directors.”
The boo’s grow even louder as Flash continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “And the single biggest walking hypocrite walking the face of the planet!”
The boos shift into a huge pop!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “You seriously call into question my decisions and yet while I’m gone you allow the 2018 West Coast Rumble winner Chris Page to give the title match at the biggest show of the year to Alyce Starchylde, you’ve allowed MDK to exercise his rematch for the WGWF World Title at any time or any place as opposed to scheduling the match like anyone else and I’m biased or making questionable decisions?”
Flash asks as he shrugs his shoulders.
FLASH ROTTEN- “This little plan of yours has backfired in the worst of ways and now you find yourself in a fight against me come Wrestle Wars Twelve; trust me when I say that I will end this once and for all.”
Flash shifts his focus.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Let’s talk about tonight because there’s one thing in particular that has my attention and I feel like it needs to be addressed revolving around THE Tristan Slater…”
There’s boo’s from the crowd upon the mention of the WGWF World Heavyweight Champions name.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Apparently if you listen to him when it comes to tonight’s match against Silence he claims to want to put the World Title at stake; great! I agree!”
The crowd roars!!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “I’m officially sanctioning tonight’s match to be for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship!”
Diamond: Silence and Slater for the World Title tonight!
FLASH ROTTEN- “According to the Board of Directors I can’t over-ride Adam Barker’s decisions since he’s been in control nor can he over-ride mine, so I want to talk about two weeks from tonight when he is once again in control of Monday Night Brawl…”
The crowd roars with MASSIVE boos as Adam Barker emerges out to the top of the ramp dressed in all black. Adam starts to make the walk towards the ring.
Baxter: The Chairman of the Board is here!!
Adam reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron before stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Adam pulls a microphone from the inner pocket of his black sport coat as the music fades away as Adam directs his attention towards Flash Rotten.
ADAM BARKER- “Well if it isn’t Flash Rotten; glad you could finally make it back to work.”
The crowd boos intently as it draws a smirk from Flash Rotten who comes back with.
FLASH ROTTEN- “And if it isn’t Adam Barker; glad you could pull your head out of Chris Page’s ass long enough to grace me with you presence.”
The fans pop loudly!
FLASH ROTTEN- “You know Adam, I’m glad you’re here because while you might still be the Chairman of the WGWF Board of Directors and while I can’t put my fist down your throat, yet… I want you to be here as I give you the most uncontrollable show you’ve ever been a part of.”
Adam interjects.
ADAM BARKER- “You know something….”
Flash interjects as he throws his hand up in Adam’s face.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I’ve already heard enough from you; didn’t you pay attention while I was with your friends at the corporate offices. Until Wrestle Wars you have to stay out of my way and I have to stay out of yours, so I don’t really give two shits about anything you have to say to me and what you should be thinking about is how you’re going to keep the peace within the Royal Family.”
ADAM BARKER- “What are you talking about?”
FLASH ROTTEN- “What I’m talking about is how in two weeks we’re all going to get a chance to see a match that has been booked before but never actually took place; I think everyone wants to see it so therefor I’m going to book it… MDK will meet Chris Page!”
The crowd erupts as Adam shouts out at Flash.
ADAM BARKER- “YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”
FLASH ROTTEN- “I just did.”
The fans roar louder as Adam starts to pace back and forth in front of Flash Rotten.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Something else we’re going to see next week is something that I think EVERYONE wants to see and it’s something that I am dying to see myself as JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE will meet… THE TRISTAN SLATER!”
The fans ERUPT louder!!!
ADAM BARKER- “THAT’S A MARQUEE ATTRACTION FOR A PAY-PER-VIEW! YOU CAN’T JUST GIVE THAT AWAY ON FREE TELEVISION!!”
Flash smirks as he states.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I just did.”
The crowd roars even louder!!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “Oh yeah and I think I failed to mention that Alyce Starchylde, Jackdaw and Brother Maylock are ALL going to be barred from the building! IF they so much as think of taking one step into the arena in two weeks than they are FORFITTING there spots at Wrestle Wars Twelve…”
The fans continue to roar as Flash continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “And in the case of Alyce Starchylde; not only will she lose a Main Event spot that she technically didn’t even earn, but I will pick her replacement and I will tell you all right here and right now that if anyone thinks I’m playing just TRY ME!”
Flash drops the microphone as the opening credits roll!!!
WGWF PRESENTS
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
3.5.18
BRIDGESTONE ARENA
NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE
SOLD OUT
Charlie Big Potato kicks in and the heat rises straight away as a suit clad M.D.K. appears at the top and laps in the vitriol fed to him by the fans.
Baxter: "And we are kicking off tonight in style!"
M.D.K. smirks as he saunters down towards the ring and mocks the fans.
Diamond: "Here comes the man who might not hold the gold but certainly is pulling the strings in the WGWF still!"
Baxter: "A cash in for the World Heavyweight Championship at any time he so desires, his other half is the number one contender for that title and he had arguably the match of the year last week against James Raven. No wonder he has a smile on his face."
M.D.K. climbs into the ring and picks the microphone up from the turnbuckle and stands proudly in the centre of the ring. He allows the crowd to die down before speaking up.
M.D.K.: "Peons, peasants and pissants... you're welcome..."
The heat rises up again and M.D.K. can't help but laugh. He walks over to the ropes and leans on the top rope and looks straight into the camera and seems to whisper away from the crowd as they continue to boo.
M.D.K.: "You hear that Pretty Boy? That's how you be a convincing bad guy that draws... Six words and I can generate more heat than you could muster in six weeks..."
He turns back to the crowd as they start to die down.
M.D.K.: "You are welcome that there is one lightning rod still drawing your venom out, you are welcome that there is still one person you are truly united behind in your hatred and there is one person who knows how to be a complete and utter asshole and is proud of it. No God complex, no confusing attitude and certainly no fairweather attitude either... You are welcome that I am yours to idolise and fear as I tear through your legends and fill the stadiums each and every week. You are welcome for the shards of light I offer your pitiful lives every single week."
More heat and M.D.K. drinks it in.
M.D.K.: "It's getting to that time of year where everybody is trying to get to the Prom of the WGWF and everybody wants to have a decent dance partner. It's great though because the one person who everybody is talking about, the one name that is on the social media networks, the gossip columns and the dirtsheets is the man without a dance partner yet. Three simple letters, one violent man and not a single person calling me out."
He paces and continues.
M.D.K.: "Some might think it's because I don't have a trinket or a trophy, some have claimed it's because I won't sign a contract and others have pointed out the inescapable truth that the WGWF roster... hell the wider wrestling world... is scared of M... D... K..."
More heat rises up as a chant of 'Cable's gonna kill you' kicks in and M.D.K.'s ears pick up on this and he smiles.
M.D.K.: "You saw it last week when James Raven gave me everything he had and me... the old, out of shape Brit who everybody wrote off when I came back at last year's West Coast Rumble has taken each and every star in this company and have torn them limb from fucking limb."
The Cable chants continue and M.D.K. shakes his head.
M.D.K.: "Oh is that what you would want? You'd want me to roast that potato at the grandest stage of the WGWF calendar?"
A 'Yes' chant kicks in from the crowd and M.D.K. smiles.
M.D.K.: "Well my mum always told me that want is the gateway to disappointment so if you think I'd pick that fucking APE for such an epic event, you can think again..."
Massive heat for this and M.D.K. drinks it in.
M.D.K.: "When you are the KING of the WGWF, when you are the fucking Alpha and Omega of this industry, it doesn't matter whether you are a champ, a chump or a fucking chimp. The WGWF powers that be have given me carte blanche to pick my ticket to Wrestle Wars. It doesn't matter whether you are a ghost of my past or a ghost of the past in the WGWF, I will fight who I want at Wrestle Wars and I will render each and every one of you truly... and utterly... INFERIOR!"
'Charlie Big Potato' plays again and the heat rises up and M.D.K. heads back up the ramp to massive heat.
Diamond: "M.D.K. is now a dangerous man to have his pick of the matches at Wrestle Wars."
Baxter: "He could do anything! He could put himself into the WGWF World Heavyweight Title match!"
As the opening guitar riff to "Heaven" by Los Lonely Boyz blasts out on the PA system, Hawaiian Hardhead comes out, Hawaiian shirt straight form Margaritaville adorned as his top. The shades across his eyes block out the lights as he begins walking to the ring. With arms wide and soaking in the feeling of the crowd, HHH nods in appreciation. As he walks down the ramp, he makes sure to high-five as many fans as he can. He finds a young child, smiling at this strange oaf with a weird shirt. HHH takes his shades off, placing them on the face of the child before continuing his walk. Once he approaches ringside, HHH takes the steps, hitting on the apron. He wipes his feet a bit before entering through the top and middle ropes. Once in the ring, he spreads his arms to the crowd. He looks at each side, making sure to bow to the four ropes. Upon his completion, he goes to a nearby turnbuckle, reaching the middle rope. He raises up both his arms, fists clenched tight. Once he soaks in the adulation, he takes his shirt off, throwing it out to the crowd. He hops down, ready for the match to begin. Riggs and HHH circle each other as the bell sounds and the match is underway!!
Baxter: Hardhead is back in action here in the WGWF!
Diamond: Wrestle Wars season brings back everybody. It’s great to see him back in an WGWF ring!
Baxter: Announced earlier on in the week. Hawaiian Hardhead will be taking on none other than THE LEGEND, Terry Borden at Wrestle Wars! This looks to be a tune up match in preparation for Wrestle Wars because I have no doubt Hardhead is going to dismantle Luke Riggs here tonight.
Diamond: Well considering Riggs hasn’t won a match since…
Baxter: Has he ever won a match?
Diamond: Google it…
Baxter: Okay I will!!!
Back in the ring. HHH has Riggs in a headlock. HHH squeezes on Riggs head and it starts to turn red. Riggs backs into the ropes and is able to push HHH off of him. HHH rebounds with a hard clothesline, knocking Riggs to the canvas. Riggs springs back to his feet only to be put back down to the mat with a series of hard right hands. Riggs reels into the corner and HHH is in hot pursuit. HHH whips him into the other corner and charges after him with another hard clothesline in the corner. Riggs crumbles to the mat, HHH dives down with a headbutt that lands on Riggs. Riggs rolls to the centre of the ring and tries to get back to his feet. HHH still hot on his tail hits him with alternating rights and lefts, making Riggs stumble onto the ropes. HHH whips Riggs and when Riggs rebounds HHH nails him with a crushing spine buster that shakes the ring violently.
Diamond: And??
Baxter: Riggs has never won shit.
Diamond: Shocker!! Maybe tonights the night!
Baxter: His strategy of trying to tire out Hawaiian Hardhead has yet to prove to be successful so far in this match up.
HHH grabs Riggs and drives him back down to the match with yet another devastating blockbuster slam. The ring continues to shake from the impact of all these moves!
Diamond: If he does that to Terry Borden… I think he’s going to need double hip replacement surgery.
HHH takes Riggs and launches him over the top rope. HHH plays to the crowd as they start to chant his name!
HARDHEAD
HARDHEAD
HARDHEAD!!!
HHH slides out of the ring where Riggs is still down on the ground. HHH gives him a couple of stomps before pulling him up to his feet. HHH bounces Riggs head off the security guard railing for good measures and rolls him back into the ring. HHH gets up onto the apron and then scales up the ropes to the top rope. Riggs gets to his feet and turns to face HHH.
Diamond: This is going to shake the entire arena!!!
Baxter: Definitely not poetry in motion!!!
HHH leaps off and nearly decapitates Riggs with a flying clothesline! HHH get up to his feet as the crowd is on their feet. HHH stands in a ready position, waiting for Riggs to get to his feet. Chiropractition!! HHH isn’t finished there! He pulls Riggs up to his feet again. Riggs is on dream street clearly as he can barely stand! HHH grabs onto his head, Hawaiian Death Roll!!
Baxter: Riggs needs a better strategy because Hardhead isn’t getting tired!
Diamond: Maybe trying some offence would help him!! Has he ever hit an offensive maneuver in a fight?
Baxter: Google it?
Diamond: Screw that.
Riggs lays motionless on the ground. HHH goes to the corner and bends over in a football like stance.
Baxter: I feel a spear coming on, how about you Diamond?
Diamond: Hardhead would be a good defensive tackle for his hometown Buccaneers!! Here he goes!!
Riggs is up. HHH charges and crushed Riggs with a devastating spear that nearly rips him in half! Riggs is on the mat holding his ribs as HHH jumps to his feet and does the cutthroat motion as he waits on his prey to get to his feet.
Diamond: The only way Riggs is going to pull of this win now is if Hardhead walks out of the ring and gets counted out!!
Riggs gets to his feet, he stumbles back into HHH, who spins him around…
HAWAIIN HAMMER!!!
HHH hooks the leg!!
1…
2…
3…!!!
DING…. DING… DING…
Masters: The winner of this contest, HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD!!
The crowd pops for HHH as he reaches his feet where his arm is raised in victory…..
The roof EXPLODES in Nashville!!!
Diamond: What the heck?!?!
The ovation erupts louder as TERRY BORDEN emerges out on to the top of the ramp where he and HHH lock eyes!
Baxter: These two traded insults last week and will now meet at Wrestle Wars Twelve!
Terry Borden starts to make the walk towards the ring!!
Diamond: Borden is ring bound!!!
Terry Borden reaches ringside where he makes his way up the ring steps to the ring apron where he leans over the ropes pointing at HHH drawing a massive “YOUUUUUUU” chant from the crowd. HHH shows no intimidation as he calls for Borden to step through the ropes!!
Baxter: This one can explode right here in front of our very eyes!!
Terry looks to step through the ropes when security hits the ring!! They quickly get between HHH and Terry Borden as the scene fades backstage.
We open to that of a simple black curtain background with a single spotlight shining down & that’s when rising above from below stands Extinction member….Kenneth Ridge
HEAT
Ridge takes note of the reaction around him via this capacity crowd and only avails a smug grin in response, his eyes deadlocked onto the camera lenses itself.
“Holiness, as taught in the Scriptures, is not based upon knowledge on our part. Rather, it is based upon the resurrected Frost (heat) in-dwelling us and changing us into HIS likeness
If man had his way, the plan of redemption would be an endless and bloody conflict. In reality, salvation was bought not by Frost' fist (heat), but by HIS nail-pierced hands; not by muscle but by love; not by vengeance but by forgiveness; not by force but by sacrifice. Paul Frost (MEGA HEAT), our Lord surrendered in order that HE might win; HE destroyed HIS enemies by dying for them and conquered death by allowing death to conquer HIM.”
MORE HEAT
Ridge grins as he makes the sign of the cross with his hands as cameras fade.
KYLE SHANE and FLASH ROTTEN:
Scene switches backstage to show Flash Rotten, the erstwhile general manager of Monday Night Brawl, on his cell phone in a backstage area. He's pacing back and forth, talking tersely into his phone. It's not clear who he's speaking to, but his responses are short, harsh "Yes, yes, no" iterations and he seems distraught. It has a lot to do with the power struggle between himself and Adam Barker upcoming at Wrestlewars. So he's not paying attention when a figure comes walking up behind him, handing him a clipboard and a piece of paper to sign.
Flash Rotten: No. I told you, I'm not going to let it stand... - I understand that, and I'm going to handle it, I just- ... Yes. -... No. -...Yes, absolutely.
Rotten blindly grabs the pen out of the outstretched hand, impatiently motioning for the figure to show him where he should sign. The as yet unidentified person's other hand not holding the clipboard comes around, flips a page, then taps the paper, telling Rotten to sign on the dotted line but not saying anything. He doesn't want to be rude and interrupt the man's phone call after all.
Flash Rotten: -...Right. Yes. -... Yes, that's what I tried to tell the Board of Directors. -...Yes. I -
It finally breaks through Rotten's preoccupied mind to read what he's signing, and he places the phone on the crook of his shoulder as he begins leafing through the pages. As his eyes scan the page, they grow wider with fury, and he looks up at the anonymous backstage worker or production assistant who handed him the clipboard. But as the camera pulls back into a bigger shot, it shows that the person who'd handed the clipboard to Rotten and was getting him to sign an undisclosed document was none other than the God of Game, Kyle Shane.
Flash Rotten (speaking into his cell phone): I'm going to call you right back.
As Rotten hangs up his cell and pockets it, he has a look of pure strangling fury on his face. Kyle withdraws the pen a bit sheepishly, but keeps his cheesing grin on his face. Rotten points a loaded, angry finger in Kyle's face.
Flash Rotten: Now just what in the HELL do you think you're trying to pull, Shane. You saw last Brawl, you got thrown out of the arena at the top of the show, and this week you sneak backstage and try to pretend to be a PA so you can, what, get me to sign some phoney document?
Kyle Shane: It's not phoney at all, Flash, I had my lawyers draw this up, it's terms for a new contract for me and WGWF. Since negotatiations broke down in our last contract meeting, we never had a chance to go over terms.
Flash Rotten: What- terms?! We never got to go over terms?! You walked out on our last meeting, you let your contract expire, and we chose not to offer you a new one, and now you're going back?
Kyle Shane: I think this is more than fair, Flash, in fact it's damn humble for me. I don't want big main event perks or a schedule to cater to me, I just want to compete in the company that I put 3 long years of building.
Flash Rotten: And just as much time being unhappy in. Is there a clause in this contract not to face the Sentinel again or am I going to get slapped in the face and you walk out on me again?!
Kyle Shane: No such clause. But there is a rider in there that I want to compete at Wrestlewars.
Flash waves the clipboard in Kyle's face.
Flash Rotten: This contract was presented to me under false pretenses, you tried to trick me into signing it without reading it and you didn't represent who you are. I don't care if I signed an X on the line, this contract isn't binding and it won't hold up in court. No deals, Shane.
Flash turns to walk away, extracting the paperwork from the clipboard. He's about to tear it up when Shane calls after him.
Kyle Shane: What if I offered to help you fight Adam Barker?
Flash stops, suddenly muttering to himself.
Flash Rotten: You, you'd do that?
Kyle Shane: Yeah, come on, it's win-win. Dude, we saw last year when you wrestled Andy Johnson, it was pathetic, you're not a fighter. Let me fight for you, as your champion, I'll kick the bejesus out of Adam Barker and you'll get to keep your job. And I'll get to stick it to the man who threw me out of the arena last week, and laughed in my face about having a job here. Win, win.
Rotten's mouth opens, closes, opens again, then he shakes his head as if waking from a dream.
Flash Rotten: No deal, sorry, the Board's stipulation was that I fight Adam Barker. So that's what I'm going to do.
Kyle Shane: Then let me get my job back at this company so I can stick it to Barker's friends in the Royal Family. Come on, they've been running roughshod over things, they've added Lunacy and his goons, MDK, CCP and Alyce have really been fucking things up and ruining everyone's day, with Adam Barker's full support. You got put in this mess just for standing up to them. But I'm the one that can make things really uncomfortable for them on a weekly basis.
Flash looks from Kyle's earnest, serious eyes down to the paperwork in his hands.
Flash Rotten: Give me that pen, damn you.
Kyle Shane: Yes! ... You're barely going to regret this, Rotten.
Rotten signs Kyle's contract quickly, almost with the intention that he'd better do this fast before he decides to take it back.
Flash Rotten: I'm already regretting it now, damn you. You realize this means that just because I'm allowing you, in what may be my last gasp of managerial power, to have a job wrestling on Brawl doesn't guarantee you anything. It doesn't guarantee you title shots. It doesn't guarantee you a match against any of the Royal Family and it doesn't guarantee you a spot at Wrestlewars. The card is filling up, all of the title matches are locked into place, and Chris Page, Alyce Starchylde and even MDK all have opponents. If you want in on Wrestlewars to continue your precious winning streak, you'll have to find another way.
Kyle Shane: That's going to be half the battle. But not to worry. I have some ideas on how to make a date for Wrestlewars.
Flash Rotten: I just hope this isn't my last stand as general manager.
Kyle Shane: Just keep that thought. Happy place, Rotten! Happy place!
Kyle runs off, laughing a little bit as he clutches the papers in his hands. To where, it isn't known just yet. Rotten grits his teeth and looks after him, then mutters "I have to make a call about this" as he gets his cell phone back out.
"The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cables makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes and he circles the ring eyeing Dustin Holt who is waiting in the corner. The referee calls for the bell. Holt and Cable lock up. Cable throws Holt down to the ground. Holt gets up slowly holding his head. They go to lock up again but Cable catches Holt off guard by kicking him in the midsection. Cable clubs Holt over the back that drops him down to all fours. Cable boots Holt in the side and it flips Holt over to his back. Cable drops down with an elbow drop, right in the middle of his chest. Cable pulls Holt to his feet and flings him into the ropes and nails him with a huge back body drop!
Baxter: Cable is relentless.
Diamond: With the mood Cable has been in lately. I wouldn’t want to be in the ring with that monster!!
Holt slowly gets to his feet and turns towards Cable. WHAM! Cable crushes him with a huge clothesline over the ropes and Holt crashes down to the side of the ring. Cable gets out onto the apron. Cable waits for Holt to get up and drops down on him with an axe handle smash to the head. Cable continues by kicking Holt as he tries to get to his feet. Cable grabs a handful of Holts hair and throws him shoulder first into the steel steps. The steel steps topple over as Holt is shoulder his shoulder and is rolling around in agony. Cable slowly peels Holt off the mat. Holt throws some weak shots to the stomach of Cable, that have zero power. Cable bounces Holts head off the outside apron three times and proceeds to roll him into the ring. Cable slides in behind a crawling Holt. He grabs on to him by his trunks and lifts him to his feet. Cable grabs on and atomic drops Holt and then crushes him to the mat with another vicious clothesline.
Baxter: Is Holt going to make it out of this match with his head attached to his body?
Diamond: I’m not sure. I think Cable is literally trying to rip his head off!!
Cable lets Holt crawl slowly to the corner to help himself get to his feet. Holt get to his feet and Cable comes crashing in with a huge body splash which makes Holt stumble out of the corner. Cable turns and dashes at Holt taking him down with a bull dog! Cable covers Holt!
Diamond: This one has to be over.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Baxter: Does Holt have a death wish?
Diamond: He’s a lot tougher than he is smart, thats for sure.
Cable once again lets Holt use the ropes to help him to his feet. Cable nails him with a big boot to the head that makes Holt reel to the ropes and bounce back again. Cable kicks him in the midsection. Cable throws an arm over his head and hoists Holt up into a stalling suplex! The crowd gets louder and louder as the seconds pass! Cable suddenly drops the suplex into more of a brainbuster!! Holt rolls around holding his neck. Cable grabs onto one of Holts legs now and locks in a spinning toe hold. Cable keeps reefing on on Holts toe as he screams out in pain. Cable finally lets go. Cable pulls Holt up to his feet. Cable kicks him in the stomach one more time, doubling him over. Piledriver for Cable lands. Cable peels Holt off the mat again… Another piledriver!!! The crowd yells 2!! Cable picks him up off the mat again… Piledriver!!! 3…. Cable covers!
1…
2…
Holt kicks out! Cable smirks.
Diamond: Holt is a sucker for punishment this evening.
Baxter: You can say that again.
Diamond: Holt is a sucker for…
Baxter: Shut up Diamond.
Diamond: But you told.
Baxter: Shut it!!
Cable is back on the offensive as he irish whips Holt so hard into the ropes that Holt crashes on the outside of the ring again. Cable slides out as Holt is trying to climb up the ramp to get away from Cable. Cable grabs Holt by the trunks again and drags him back to the ring. Cable scoops him up and body slams him on the outside. Cable grabs Holt and then hoists him over his head and starts pressing him over his head. Cable tosses Holt back into the ring. Holt starts crawling towards the referee pleading for him to stop the match, but before the referee can even think of stopping the match. Cable has grabbed ahold of Holt! WAKING NIGHTMARE!!! Cable pins!!!
1…
2…
3…!!
Cable is dominant! Cable raises his arms above his head as his music plays! Cable raises his hand in celebration and roars as he stands with his arms raised as his music plays. Before he can do anything else though, he is dropped from behind and over him stands M.D.K.! Cable is down as M.D.K. puts the boots in as the crowd are livid. M.D.K. pulls off his suit jacket and stands behind Cable and starts to choke him out with it.
Diamond: "M.D.K. has jumped John Cable and this is a damned assault!"
M.D.K. puts the fists into the forehead of Cable and whales in as the referee calls for the bell. M.D.K. rolls out of the ring and picks up a steel chair as Cable slowly picks himself up to his feet... and gets FLATTENED by the chair wielding M.D.K.! Cable is barely stirring as M.D.K. drags Cable up... and DROPS him with a HellShot! M.D.K. demands a microphone and crouches over the bloodied John Cable.
M.D.K.: "Hey chuckles... I've made my mind up for WrestleWars and if the peasants want to watch me put you down for good... then SO... BE... IT..."
He drives the microphone into the temple of Cable and flattens him with it as 'Charlie Big Potato'
Another cut back to that black curtain background with a single spotlight shining down & that’s when rising above from below stands Extinction member….Ryan Dusk.
HEAT
Diamond: What’s this? Huh? Open maniac night? Where any cult fanatic gets to speak?
“Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that day, and not only to me but also to ALL who have loved HIS appearing .Many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt. And those who are wise shall shine like the brightness of the sky above; and those who turn many to righteousness, like the stars forever and ever.
And the haughtiness of man shall be humbled, and the lofty pride of men shall be brought low, and the LORD.....PAUL.......FROST (heat)….. alone will be exalted in that day”
Once again the hate the palatable towards Dusk who like his tag team partner Ridge, Dusk to is content with a sly smile & yet another sign of the cross is given.
The light's turn off and we heard thuder strike's twice and smoke's fill in the entrance floor and The music hit as The Sentinel w/ Mr. Kevin Sparrow make their way down to the ring.
Baxter: Up next, a clash of the big boys! It’s the Sentinel and Erik Josten!
Diamond: I expect a hard hitting, tooth and nail dog fight here tonight!
All the lights in the arena go out, which sends the audience into a frenzy of cheers and screams.
KEEP IT 100…
The crowd roars to its feet, clapping along with the beat. Cell phone screens and camera flashes start illuminating the blackness. Erik Josten throws the curtain aside and strides out onto the stage. He takes a moment to pause and survey the crowd with chin held high and hands on hips. With a look of extreme focus, he marches down the ramp, taking the time to slap a few hands along the way. He stops as he gets to the ring and holds his head down. After he mouths some words to himself, he lets out a animalistic roar and climbs in the ring.
Baxter: These two look ready to lock horns tonight!
Diamond: The referee is calling for the bell!
Erik fires a punch at Sentinel, blasting him in the jaw! Sentinel answers with a punch of his own. The two men trade punches, kicks and knees. Neither one surrendering, neither one giving in. Both men rise to their feet as they punch after knocking each other down to a knee. Erik kicks Sentinel hard in the midsection and Irish whips him into the corner. He follows him in with a hard clothesline. He then mounts the 2nd turnbuckle, straddling Sentinel as he begins to punch him in the jaw repeatedly as the crowd counts along.
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10.
10 punches to the jaw and Erik jumps down and Irish Whips towards the opposite corner. Sentinel stumbles and bounces back first into the corner before slamming face first to the mat.
Baxter: What impact!
Diamond: I thought he was going to throw him through the ring corner to be quite honest!
Sentinel gets to his feet but gets put right back on his ass by a big boot to the face. Sentinel rolls out of the ring and bumps into Mr. Kevin Sparrow. Erik rolls out of the ring and clotheslines both men down to the mat. Erik grabs Mr. Kevin Sparrow and throws him over the security barricade and into the crowd. He turns his attention back to Sentinel who is up but just catching his breathe. Erik scoops him up and body slams him on the ground. Erik quickly picks him up and throws him back into the ring. Erik takes his time getting into the ring as he walks over to the steel steps and proceeds to slowly walk up them and climbs back into the ring. Sentinel is back to his feet. Right hand by Erik staggers Sentinel back into the corner. Erik starts to throw shoulder thrusts into the midsection of Sentinel. The crowd starts to count along with every shoulder thrust to the midsection!!
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10.
Erik stands up and Sentinel falls to the mat holding his midsection with good reason. Sentinel is on all fours. Erik starts to slowly circle him as Sentinel uses Erik’s leg to help him get up to his feet. LIBERTY BELL CLAP! Sentinel melts down to the mat!
Diamond: Jesus! Even my ears are ringing after that one!!
Baxter: Look at the people in the front row! They are all feeling the ringing in their ears after that one. What impact!!
Mr. Kevin Sparrow gets up on the apron and tries to get into the ring, but Erik quickly knocks him on his rear end and off the apron with a thunderous right hand. Erik turns his attention back to a vertical Sentinel, Erik charges, jumps… flying shoulder block makes Sentinel stumble back into the corner. Erik keeps charging and hits an avalanche splash in on the corner. Erik raises his hand in the air and the crowd starts to cheer as they know whats coming next! Ten-Gun Salute!!
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10 big open handed claps land on the chest of Sentinel as once again the crowd counts along with each clap!
Diamond: Good thing this crowd can count!
Baxter: Well… At least till 10 they can.
Erik grabs Sentinel by the head and just throws him down to the mat. Erik sits up on the top turnbuckle. Erik finally stands up with his feet on the second turnbuckle. Erik hops off and lands on Sentinel with a leg drop. Erik locks in a reverse chin lock on Sentinel!
Diamond: Sentinel is about to go to sleep!
Baxter: No, that’s just his regular look!
The referee picks up Sentinels arm…. it falls.
The referee picks up his arm again… it falls…
The referee picks his arm up again… it…. stays up.
Baxter: HE'S ALIVE!!!!!!
Sentinel moves to a knee and starts to hit Erik in the stomach with some elbows, making him loosen his grip. Sentinel pushes Erik off, Erik bounces off the ropes as Sentinel ducks. Erik boots Sentinel right in the face that makes him snap back up straight, Erik kicks Sentinel in the stomach. He puts his head between his legs and grabs on. He hoists him up into the air and runs with him on his shoulders now… Fastball Special!! Sentinels back crashes into the turnbuckles again. He slowly stumbles out again from the corner… HOLY JUSTICE SLAM THAT VIBRATES THE ENTIRE ARENA!! Erik covers him up!
1…
2…
Kickout! Erik slams his hand down on the mat in a bit of frustration.
Baxer: I thought that was it for sure.
Diamond: Me too! I don’t think Sentinel can take much more of this punishment. It’s been all Erik since the opening bell.
Erik goes to the corner of the ring and waits for Sentinel to get to his feet… Sentinel STRUUUUUUGLES to his feet, he slowly turns to face Erik…. Washington Monument that puts Sentinel back down on the mat. Erik gets up quickly and motions with his arms that this one is gonna be over soon!!
Baxter: I think we are about to see The Long Arm of the Law here… He’s just waiting for Sentinel to get on his feet before putting his head into the last row here!!
Diamond: Sentinel is on his knees… Stay down if you know what’s good for ya big man!!! Sentinel is on one knee… On his feet…. Here it…. What the hell?!?
The lights in the building start to flicker and then…
BLACKOUT…
Baxter: What the hell is going on here?
Diamond: Who cut the lights?
The crowd is just as stunned as they have now gone silent! The lights start to flicker again and the lights are back on.
Baxter: What the hell is this?!?!
Diamond: Is that Sentinel in a Citizen Truth mask?!?!
The Sentinel is standing almost nose to nose with Erik Josten, but he’s wearing a Citizen Truth mask! Jostens’ face is one of shock and disbelief. He slowly starts to back away from The Sentinel mumbling, almost talking to himself. Erik gets out of the ring, never taking his eyes off of The Sentinel who is still staring him down in a Citizen Truth mask!
Baxter: What the hell is Erik doing? He has this match in the bag!!
Diamond: Is he leaving?! The referee is starting to make the 10 count!!
“1…2…3…4…5…6…7… ERIK get back in here!!!…8…9…10.”
Erik continues up the ramp as the count hits ten while never taking his eyes off of The Sentinel. The referee grabs The Sentinels hand and raises it in victory!!
Diamond: Here we go again.
Back in front of the curtain leads to another rising from below now stands in all her “HEAT” via the crowd is Velvet the “Marry Massacre” to the WGWF gives a quick hair whip as she stares into the camera with that jezebel like grin.
“We are to wait for the coming of the Lord with patience. We are to watch with anticipation. We are to work with Zeal. We are to prepare with urgency.
Let us be alert to the season in which we are living. It is the season of the Blessed Hope, calling for us to cut our ties with the world and build ourselves onto HIM, he who will soon appear. He is our hope—a Blessed Hope enabling us to rise above our times and fix our gaze upon HIM.
Be prepared. Get Ready. Prepare to meet thy G O D (heat), are you prepared?”
Much like her comrades before, Velvet is bathed in the “boo’s” that continue to rain down however she too makes the sign of the cross before kissing the camera lenses itself leaving her black lipstick over the shot as she skips off.
Baxter: Derrick why are the sexy ones always BAT SHIT CRAZY?
Donald Master’s: The following contest is scheduled for…..ONE FALL…..introducing first weighing in tonight at 210 pounds, hailing from Arkham, Massachussets…..representing the “Royal Family”
Heat
Donald Master’s: This is…..JACKDAW!!!!!!!
As Muse’s The 2nd Law: Isolated System begins to play over the loudspeakers, The Jackdaw comes out of the crowd at ringside. His head moves in almost a bird-like fashion as he looks at the crowd, the announcers, the time-keepers area and the ring. He hops, bird-like onto the apron and from there onto the turnbuckle where he perches while he awaits the beginning of the match.
Donald Master’s: And introducing his opponent, tonight he weighs in at 206 pound and hails from Markmill Asylum, USA…….GRIMOIRE XMYLES!!!!!!!!
"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?"
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.
Diamond “This one should be unique to say the least.”
*Ding….Ding*
The aggressive Xmyles takes the upper hand for the first three minutes with his vile vengeance, but Jackdaw starts to find a way to counter it with his own daredevilism, using what brought him to the dance. As GX get’s too aggressive and launches himself a rope-resting Jackdaw, but Jackdaw lifts him up over his head…but the athletic GX lands on the apron as Jackdaw turns around to see him, only to DROPKICK HIM TO THE FLOOR!! The crowd pops as the aggressive athletic competitor falls onto his ass, leaving Jackdaw alone in the ring. Looking into the crowd to garner a bigger reaction, rushing against the opposite ropes and watching Xmyles as he tries to get up…SUICIDE DIVE!! IMMENSE SUICIDE DIVE!! Jackdaw wipes out GX! The smaller Jackdaw is the first to get up and rolls GX back into the ring, climbing after him for a pinfall attempt – 1…2…NO!! The match continues, Jackdaw waiting for Xmyles to get back to his feet. Jackdaw rushes and ducks underneath a counter clothesline and rebounds again…SAMOAN DROP!! GX NAILS A SAMOAN DROP!! Xmyles ribs are crunched as GX covers – 1…2…3-NO!!
Baxter “Early on despite a great opening salvo by Jackdaw, Xmyles is certainly the MORE aggressive of the two.”
Xmyles isn’t worried about it, forcing Jackdaw back up to his feet before lifting the cruiserweight up and crashing down with a HIGH ANGLE BACK SUPLEX. Xmyles showing off a wicked grin as he then clubs Jackdaw in the back of the neck, really not pulling any punches. He then gears back like he’s going for a BACK SUPLEX…JACKDAW FLIPS OUT!! Jackdaw continues the counter by rebounding off the ropes, but he gets caught by Xmyles in an OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY…BUT JACKDAW LANDS ON HIS FEET AGAIN!! But he’s off balance, using that momentum to run at and leap off the second rope…TORNADO DDT…NO!! XMYLES THROWS JACKDAW OFF & ONTO THE CANVAS
Diamond “The power of that lunatic certainly pales in comparison to his ruthless and vile demeanor but by God is a fan favorite sort of.”
That haunting laughter of Xmyles fills the ring as cameras catch Jackdaw starting to get vertical as he rushes right back at him, going for a RUNNING SHOOT KICK, but Xmyles catches the leg and keeps the momentum…SPINEBUSTER!! A huge spinebuster puts him on top– 1…2…3-NO!! GX lets out a much stiffer chuckle before taking Jackdaw back up, lifting him above his head and then taking him over with the MILITARY PRESS DROP!! GX looks to follow up on that, possibly with a FINISHING SPLASH…BOOT TO THE FACE!! Jackdaw finds his opening as GX is sent back stumbling towards the canvas as Jackdaw rolls away, tending to his back area, but then springboards right back in…SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP!! Right across the black heart of GX into a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Xmyles is forced to kick out as Jackdaw rolls away and awaits the clown of depravity to get his footing back, only to rush at him for something else, but GX sidesteps it and grabs Jackdaw’s arm, whipping him into the ropes. The two seem to rush at one another and DOWN EACH OTHER WITH CRASHING CLOTHESLINES!!
Baxter “ Now THAT’S what happens when lunacy meets instability right there with NASTY results.”
Both men think far too much alike and down each other, their recovery killing several precious seconds. It’s GX who is the first man to be perfectly vertical, an equally exhausted Jackdaw is getting up as well and swinging wildly with a missed clothesline as GX then wraps his arms around Jackdaw with a rear waistlock and preps for a GERMAN SUPLEX…but Jackdaw jams it and rolls forward with the WHEELBARROW VICTORY ROLL – 1…2…Xmyles rolls forward, now putting him on top in the victory roll – 1…2…NO!! Jackdaw throws his legs up and forces GX away, but just as Jackdaw is getting up only to see Xmyles land with a BIG BOOT!!!!!!!!! GX rolls right back to his feet, however Jackdaw is able to spring off the ropes with a clothesline…but GX wraps around it…and turns it into the PULL-BACK BACKBREAKER!! Jackdaw is now left tending to his neck area as the crowd ‘oooh’s, on that one, Jackdaw trying to get back to his feet…only to be CUT OFF BY A RUNNING KNEE!!
Diamond “ The sickening sound of bone BREAKING bone.”
Xmyles braces himself against the ropes after cracking Jackdaw in the skull; smiling wickedly it’s becoming obvious that Xmyles is now enjoying himself. The sick but popular bastard turns now to cockily cover Jackdaw– 1…2…NO! Xmyles now waits for Jackdaw to get up, stalking him…looking for his…..”Hangman’s Noose” Sleeper hold….NO! Jackdaw slips through & throws the leg around…DRAGON WHIP…NO!! The dragon whip misses, spinning GX all the way around…LEAPING CALF KICK!! Jackdaw finally nails a crisp move of his own that fells Xmyles, with Jackdaw left standing in place…AND HITS A STANDNIG MOONSAULT! An aerobatic move that gets him a cover – 1…2…3-NO!!
Baxter “Jackdaw just a SECOND away from the win in this one.”
Jackdaw throws his hands over his head in desperation as GX gets back up to a knee, but Jackdaw is trying to up the tempo and quicken things up to his pace…going for a RUNNING HURRICANRANA…BUT XMYLES HANGS ON! He holds on and keeps Jackdaw’s legs over his shoulders…TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB!! OH MY!! Jackdaw falls limp as the crowd throws cheers and awe at the powerful and aggressive move. GX, again, looks like he’s enjoying this, but instead of covering, he takes Jackdaw by the tights and neck…and SHOVES HIM SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE OPPOSITE RING POST!!
Diamond “I would ask for mercy but ONLY malleus will ever be shown by the man who laughs in the WGWF.”
Xmyles blatantly turns Jackdaw into a corner dart, the referee admonishing him for that, but while Jackdaw convulses Xmyles is just left with a smile on his face. Just as Jackdaw slumps out of the corner, Xmyles looks down with a grin as he lifts Jackdaw back to his feet and almost engages in a two man waltz as he drags the lifeless Jackdaw back towards the center of the ring where he is in perfect position to be LEVELD VIA THE “SHOCK TREATMENT”….THAT STUNNER CONNECTS IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!!!!!!!!
“One More Time”….”One More Time”……”One More Time”
Baxter “It’s contagious Derrick, Xmyles blood lust has been trusted onto this capacity crowd.”
Diamond “Can you blame them after all with what the Royal Family has done and…what…WATCH OUT…WATCH OUT!!!!!!”
Baxter “Brother Maylock!!!!’
Diamond “WITH A CROWBAR….A GOD DAMN CROWBAR!!!!!”
The elation is quickly replaced with disappointment as Xmyles is completely ASSULTED FROM BEHIND VIA MAYLOCK WITH A CROWBAR RIGHT TO THE SPINE!!!!!!!!
*DING.....DING....DING....DING.....DING*
The bell is rung profusely signaling a DQ victory for GX whom has fallen onto his knees but Brother Maylock continues the devastation landing a SECOND crowbar shot to the back of the neck this go round as Xmyles is forced onto the canvas as a victim of unbridled violence. Maylacok drops the crowbar and helps Jackdaw out of the ring as Xmyles claws at the ring apron looking up just slightly to see standing at the top of the ramp……LUNACY!!!!!!!
HEAT
Diamond “Well it ALL makes sense now, look at him standing there and applauding HIS actions.”
Baxter “This war between the mentally unstable certainly continues to escalate here in the WGWF.”
Diamond “Ladies and Gentlemen we are just mere moment’s away from the semifinals in the tournament to crown a number one contender for Christian Connolly’s Intercontinental Championship.”
Baxter “What started out with the elite eight is now down to the final four and tonight it will just be……”
B L A C K O U T
Diamond “No DAMMIT, he’s ruined it. Why now?”
Whatever “cheers” may have resulted in the blackout have all been easily replaced with jeers via the WGWF “Universe” as the Monday night Brawl stage has found itself engulfed in a cloud of smoke which is backlit by blinding white lights from below the stage as a purple hue descends from above. Cameras quickly catch a glimpse of both Dusk & Ridge appear from below the stage covered in smoke as they rise along with Velvet crawling out onto stage, as she kneels all three point towards the entrance way as out steps “ G O D " himself….P A U L F R O S T!!!!!!!
This crowd’s cup runneth over in hate which is directly pointed towards the “Man in White”, taking a moment Frost extends his arms and lowers his head almost in his “crucified” pose which just garners even more HEAT via the crowd.
His arm’s still outstretched they find their way to patting both Dusk & Ridge on the back as Paul then looks down at Velvet where he then extends his hand which Velvet takes a hold of as he pulls his follower up to HIS light of salivation, arm in arm Velvet & Frost head down the ramp quickly flanked by Ridge & Dusk. Velvet breaks “free” of her God as she is the first to slide into the ring, still slithering on her belly she turns to face Frost standing at the bottom of the ring with Dusk & Ridge stepping through the ropes before holding them open as Paul takes his time to walk through as all four members now stand in the ring as the light’s return as the WGWF “Universe” replies in kind…….
“FUCK OFF FROSTY”….*clap clap clap*…”FUCK OFF FROSTY”…*clap clap clap*…..”FUCK OFF FROSTY”
Baxter “You know Derrick I thought God might favor a bit more goodwill after saving Andy last week.”
Diamond “If there’s ONE thing I’ve come to know about Paul Frost, it’s that he NEVER does anything for good of it. In fact you usually does everything he can to benefit himself.”
Velvet hands Frost a microphone with Ridge & Dusk each standing to either side as he bows his head and places on hand on Velvet’s shoulder. Taking his right arm and reaching it up to the sky like he’s reaching out to the world watching…….
Frost:...Anger…..Confusion…..Temptation……Gluttony…..Sin….but most of all Questions….You ALL have Questions for G O D.
HEAT
Frost: Well allow me to answer them ALL with a single answer…..G O D….(Frost slowly raises his head to face the universe)….doesn’t give a HOLY HELL ABOUT ANY OF YOUR QUESTIONS!!!!!!!!!
MORE HEAT
Frost: I have NOT returned to answer the worthless wails of the UNFAITHFUL HEATHENS….(heat)…. that gather before me this evening. G O D….(heat), has returned in SPITE of the sea of sin that has covered the land there are STILL those who have forgone drowning in darkness, desperate to stay afloat, desperate for salivation, they shout to the heavens above….
“SAVE ME”
“G O D”
“SAVE ME…..G O D…..SAVE ME”
Prayer…..there are men and women….PRAYING FOR G O D….Simply put I’ve returned because of prayer….it was because of PRAYER just two weeks ago a bloody and broken Andy Johnson..(POP)….found himself being devoured by the jaws of damnation and in his most DESPERATE moment of need….HE….prayed….HE called upon…G O D to save him and I did.
HEAT
Frost: I returned in HIS hour of need in HIS most darkest and desperate moments and I offered a SAVING GRACE….I OFFERED HIM MY HAND…..and HE took it…..DESPITE what all you heathens might think of G O D personally there is NO denying the MIRACLE of MERCY you all bore witness to in this very ring, the undeniable image of MY never-ending capacity for forgiveness and salvation for those who would only JUST believe in G O D…for ALL those who have F A I T H in F R O S T !
MORE HEAT
Frost: Although one man’s savior is also seen by another man as his enemy but Page….(heat)…simply I am NOT, my return doesn’t coincided with choosing sides in this battle of the blood you both have engaged in. Andy’s saving was done simply because HE prayed and G O D (heat) answered but Chris that doesn’t mean the next time you’re beating the holy hell out of your son and he again calls MY name I have to save him again. The point of OUR return isn’t that of vengeance be you friend or foe alike from the Kyle Shane’s (POP)…..the MDK’s (HEAT)…..Beast (POP)…..or….Queen (HEAT)…..hell even Glorious Ones (MIXED POP)…..your blood isn’t what I’ve return for…..nor will it be what the faithful who stand with me now will thirst after, unless of course…..
YOU PISS G O D OFF.
Mild POP
Frost: For G O D (heat)may forgive but I will CERTAINLY not forget any and all transgressions made against ME or MY Faithful, you’ve all seen what happens when G O D turns the other cheek, the Lord (heat) certainly leaves NOTHING left standing right Dorling? That said while prayer returned me here, it will be the faith of ALL those who believe that will inspire a TRUE and HONEST second coming and that begins tonight for I am proud to announce that the seas of sin which have covered the WGWF have begun to recede with the Lord’s return however left in its wake is a desert, a desert void of faith, a desert of death and most of all a desert desolate of the waters of life. In fact it was THIS very day a year ago that the waters of faith sprung forth and gave life to anther…..
Frost pauses and looks towards Velvet
Frost: This…(Frost is slow and gentle to stroke his hand over Velvet’s cheek as he kisses her forehead)…..this wayward soul…..CAME TO G O D (heat)….her heart open to the word of the Lord (heat)….she believed…her F A I T H….was born and her soul was quenched. Now tonight those springs of faith will open again…….
With that two members of the ringside crew get to work as they bring forth a draped object which they then sit in the center of the ring. Looking towards Velvet she takes the microphone as Frost falls to his knees and throws off the black drape revealing a gold plated chest sitting underneath. The chest itself has been adorned with crosses and other religious decorative images. On his knees Frost removes the top of the chest as Velvet reaches down placing the microphone in front of Frost’s lips.
Frost: As proclaimed before, the sea of sin has receded with the return of G O D almighty (heat), but in its wake this world has been left bare, desolate and buried in the ruins of a desert and ONLY the waters of a faith will breathe everlasting life and return this federation into the garden of Eden G O D had promised. Tonight the first well, springs up and a river of freedom will lead the way for all the faithful to follow towards the Kingdom of Heaven. Faith enables flawed people to do GREAT things in the name of G O D (heat)…last year Velvet(heat)…. my child….my song bird….you sang the song of faith and it helped you soared to the heavens above…..however for some they’ve sung the song of faith for YEARS
.....DUSK.....
(Frost turns towards Ryan)
.....RIDGE....
(Paul then turns towards Kenneth)
You have both served at my side since the beginning, the two souls who resurrected the Lord himself and in so doing cemented an everlasting and unbreakable faith. From weakness you were made strong, apart from God you could do nothing but with me, with FAITH in FROST…(heat)…you’ve conquered kingdoms, performed acts of righteousness, obtained promises, shut the mouths of lions, quenched the power of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, from weakness were made strong and became mighty in war.
Now you two will once again be called upon as MY horsemen but NOT to bring death and destruction. Instead you both will go out into that dark desert with the light of G O D shimmering in the distance, your light, your faith will illuminate the way of the Lord (heat), you both will lead the army of the faithful to rebuild THIS world in G O D’s (heat) image.
MORE HEAT
Frost: And while I am sure in time those tainted titles held by the unfaithful will one day be converted by the power of faith or simply be liberated by worthy warriors who will wear their faith & championship proudly around their waist. But until that day there NEEDS to a symbol of faith, that F A I T H can and will be rewarded from G O D himself. So that is why tonight you both will have your faith rewarded and be once again be baptized but not just in the waters of faith, instead your baptism will be that in HOLY GOLD…….
With that Frost reaches down into the chest and stands back up holding two sets of championship belts as he turns and drapes them over the shoulders of Dusk & Ridge.
Baxter “Can HE do that?”
Frost:G O D who originally breathed LIFE into the tag team division it is only fitting that G O D once again resurrects HIS division with HOLY GOLD. Dusk and Ridge will RIDE towards WrestleWar’s….(Frost points at the sign)…and on the BIGGEST stage of the year......
Baxter "Business is about to pick up!"
Diamond “And hopefully SHUT the mouth of God up.”
Frost’s grin quickly fades leaving a scowl as he slowly turns his head towards the entrance way as the crowd POP’s when Dorling appears on stage. Dressed in his wrestling gear with a 'There's No I in Team Dorling' t-shirt. He has a mic in his hand. As he brings it up to his mouth, motioning for his music to stop, a tall, bald beast appears from behind him.
Diamond "Who the hell is that guy?"
Baxter "He must be what, 6'8"?"
Dorling: Ladies and Gentlemen, loyal members of Team Dorling and everybody else, who came here to watch some top draw W R E S T L I N G?
CHEAP POP
The crowd cheers enthusiastically in response. Frost looks on from the ring, unimpressed, Velvet standing next to him. Dusk and Ridge lean on the ropes, glaring intently at Dorling and his friend.
Dorling: That sounds pretty conclusive to me. You hear that Frosty? WRESTLING. You remember what that is? I don't think you do. You seem to be under the impression that this is some kind of church and, even more laughably than that, you are some kind of God?! Hahahahaha! A God?!
HEAT
Dorling: You hear that? That's what all of these people think of you. That's what they think of a nasty little man in a nasty little suit, parading his escort girl around and telling everybody they need saving.
POP
Dorling: And who are these two apes supposed to be? Look at them, so enthusiastically engaging in a spot of metaphorical leg humping after you threw them a little bone. I've got sour news for ya, Jack. YOU'RE PATHETIC.
MEGA POP
Frost continues to scowl, Velvet yells something and Dusk & Ridge look ready to go. Frost however places out his arm to keep his “faithful” in line.
Dorling: See, I know I'm the new guy here. I know I'm not 'established' or whatever the fuck you think you are. You attacked ME?! You attacked the man with thousands of FULLY PAID UP MEMBERS OF TEAM DOOOOORRRLING!!!
CHEAP POP
Dorling: You played the numbers game. Seems like every other fucking douchebags around here do the same thing- yes MDK I'm talking about you and your little circus troupe - play the numbers game. Well done. But numbers have never been my strongpoint so they don't scare me.
Dorling starts to walk down the ramp, his friend following. The crowd noise starts to build.
Dorling: You hear that Frosty? YOU DON'T SCARE ME.
MEGA POP
Diamond “Now just wait a minute here, there’s no denying the HEART and COURAGE of that young man but even with a redwood as back up Chris maybe you should re-think this. Your road to WrestleWars ISN’T worth ruining against THAT ruthless S.O.B standing in the ring.”
Dorling climbs up the ring steps. His big friend pulls himself up on to the apron. Dusk and Ridge stare at the 6'8" man, and he meets their gaze ready to attack until Frost orders…..
Frost: Let him pass…… (looking at Dusk, Velvet & Ridge)….allow him entry into MY…(heat)…ring.
Dorling without hesitation tells his friend to “watch his back” leaving him standing on the apron as he walks through the middle rope and shoves Ridge aside with a verbal warning “Get the fuck out of my way.” Cameras then catch both Chris Dorling & Paul Frost standing face to face in the center of the ring with flash bulbs marking the occasion.
Frost goes to talk but Dorling puts his hand out and pushes the microphone back down. The crowd cheers.
Dorling: No. Your talking is over. These people didn't come here to hear someone the looks like Colonel Fucking Sanders preach to them about how he is the new sky daddy. In fact the ONLY thing you’re going to say is how I made you MY bitch.
MEGA POP
Cameras zoom in close to capture the reaction of “God” who just merely shakes his head taking back to the microphone.
Frost: Christopher…..allow…G O D….(heat)….to bestow onto you the WISDOM of knowing when to SHUT YOUR MOUTH…(heat)….but most of all my wayward child….allow ME to inform you on the SIMPLEST fact there is…….
YOU CAN’T BOX WITH G O D
MEGA HEAT
Dorling immediately steps up, nose to nose with Frost in the center of the ring with tensions reaching a boiling point, as the microphones can pick up their heated conversation.
“REALLY? I told you I am NOT afraid and I’m dam sure I can knock your teeth down your throat.”
Frost throws back a grin before outstretching his arms
“There’s no need to fear when one’s faith will always shield them from harm no matter how HARMLESS they actually are.”
Diamond “The show GOES ON….thankfully this Holy War will have to wait till after the second round of the Intercontinental Title tournament.”
A light chant of “Let them FIGHT” is sparsely heard around the arena as Dusk, Velvet & Ridge now all stand in front of their “God” blocking any & all retaliatory measures that Dorling could have done. Frost smugly drops his microphone & makes his way out of the ring with his “faithful” following as cameras catch Lunacy making his way towards the ring……..
Masters: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS AN IC CONTENDERS TOURNAMENT SEMI-FINAL MATCH SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! IN THE RING AT THIS TIME, FROM KANSAS CITY, WEIGHING IN AT 210 POUNDS… LUNACY!
Lunacy does a few in-ring stretches and soaks in the booing of the fans. He ignores them completely before turning his attention to his opponent.
Masters: AND HIS OPPONENT…
The opening bars of 'The Day is My Enemy' hits the PA and Dorling slowly appears on stage, glass of red wine in hand. As the song kicks in, red and yellow pyro shoot to the sky either side of the ramp and Dorling walks to the ring, nodding his head in tune with the music.
Masters: FROM LAS VEGAS, WEIGHING IN AT 205 POUNDS… CHRIS DORLING!
Between drinking wine and slapping hands with the fans, Lunacy wasn’t impressed one bit. In fact, he figured this was gonna be fun.
Baxter: Oh, dear God, not this buffoon! Lunacy, beat that guy’s ass so we can move on!
Dorling stops and hops into the ring to continue to dance to his music, but immediately gets cut off with a nasty blow to the back of the head from Lunacy, attacking like a pitbull catching an intruder in his back yard.
The bell rings and Lunacy immediately goes to work, stomping the holy hell out of Dorling before whipping him back to his feet. Several hard fists came down on the skull of Dorling as he gets whipped to the ropes. Off the rebound, Lunacy strikes the infamous personality with a HARD boot to the skull, sending him flying back into the ropes. Dorling ends up where he does NOT want to be – tied in the ropes.
Sure enough, with his arms restrained, he’s an easy target for Lunacy, opening right hand after right hand directly into the face. The referee starts the mandatory five-count, but Lunacy backs off after four. The referee helps out Dorling from the ropes, but Lunacy is already back on the attack, nearly taking off Dorling’s head with a stiff Clothesline! Immediately, he goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Dorling fires the shoulder up, but Lunacy snaps on a tight headlock and puts his opponent in a bad place. Dorling tries to make the most of this awkward situation by throwing some hard elbows into Lunacy’s gut as he tries to get back to his feet. The fans start cheering him on, but Lunacy snaps him right back down across his knee with a modified whipping backbreaker. Lunacy quickly hops atop the King of Vegas and pummels him to death with several more right hands to the temple. This time, he nearly ignores the five-count from the referee, but Lunacy stops of his own accord right before he would’ve been disqualified from this tournament.
Lunacy takes a moment to soak in the jeering and calls for his head from the fans as he eggs Dorling to get up, possibly looking to end this match pretty early. Dorling complies with his silent requests as he tries to get to his feet, only to be snapped in a front chancery. Lunacy gets ready to snap him up – possibly for a grounded version of the Coils of MadJACKKNIFE ROLL-UP BY DORLING!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Diamond: VERY close call there by Dorling. Lunacy was almost eliminated after dominating this match so far.
Baxter: Fluke. It’s a fluke. Dorling ain’t gonna know what hit him!
Connolly: You don't pay attention to the matches, do you?
Baxter: I pay attention enough to be right.
Connolly: Which is never.
Lunacy gets back to his feet, but Dorling cuts him off at the pass with a European Uppercut to the jaw. Two more shots get fired right into Lunacy’s jaw before Dorling whips him… Lunacy reverses the whip and waits for him to come back off the rebound, but Dorling quickly LEVELS Lunacy with a hard Owen Hart-style Leg Lariat!
Diamond: Dorling is finally coming back into his own now. That leg lariat did a number on the Royal Family member.
Connolly: That it did. Dorling is showing his resilence which makes him a dangerous competitor.
Baxter: Oh, he got lucky. Lunacy’s lulling him into a false sense of security, then he’ll do his best Ike Turner impression when he pops Tina here in the mouth!
Well, that certainly wasn’t happening right now. Lunacy gets back to his feet, only to be struck across the chest with a few hard knife-edge chops.
WHOO!
WHOO!
WHOO!
WHOO!
Four hard chops catch Lunacy off-guard long enough for Dorling to follow up with a snapmare takeover, putting Lunacy on his ass as he hops over him, runs to the ropes and comes back with a seated dropkick to the face! The hook of the leg follows.
ONE!
TWO!
TH…KICK OUT!
Dorling, looking completely unsure of what to do next, takes a few moments to start off his next move. He picks Lunacy up and attempts a scoop slam of some sort, putting Lunacy on his back yet again. He starts to ascend the second turnbuckle. He tries for a double axe-handle off the second rope, only to eat a BIG dropkick to the chest!
Baxter: And that’s the game, kids! That dropkick from Lunacy puts Dorling back where he belongs… on his back.
Lunacy takes a moment to shake off the pain in his legs from dropkicking his opponent in mid-air. Once that’s done, he drags Dorling to the center of the ring and seats him up by tugging on his hair.
Lunacy: Root for this, assholes…
And on that highly colorful (see: only Lunacy could hear himself) note, Lunacy begins to rain down clubbing blows into the back of Dorling’s head.
Baxter: I bet that’s not the first time this guy has taken punches to the back of the head…
Diamond: What’s THAT mean?
Baxter: Oh, ye of little sexual experience.
Connolly: Are you saying you’re used to that sort of thing?
Baxter: SHHHH! Match!
After the twenty or so blows, Lunacy pulls him back to his feet, only to hold him up in a front suplex, then dropping him body-first across the top rope. He then bounces off the adjacent rope then hits him HARD with a running knee lift to the jaw that sends him tumbling to the floor. Lunacy follows him right away and wraps him up in a modified bearhug before PLOWING Dorling back-first into the ropes. Once that’s done, he whips Dorling back into the ring and laughs.
Baxter: Lunacy’s never looked better than he does right now, folks. He’s focused and channels his hatred of his fellow man into this match.
Diamond: That’s not something to be proud of, but I have to agree. Lunacy’s more focused than we’ve seen him, albeit for the wrong reasons.
Connolly: A focused Lunacy is a scary Lunacy.
Lunacy takes another moment to flip the fans the bird, then goes to attack Dorling, but he catches him with the small package!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Lunacy gets free at the last second, but Dorling, feeling the second wind, runs at him and rolls him up with a school boy now!
ONE!
TWO!
THR…NO!
Lunacy, once again, gets the shoulder up, but is back to his feet after the quick flash pins. Dorling tries for a punch, but Lunacy blocks it and lets him have it with a nasty Throat Thrust that ebbs him of his precious oxygen. The quick win was Dorling’s best bet against the newly reinvigorated Lunacy, but it seemed that was out of the cards. Lunacy snaps him over with a snapmare of his own, then SMACKS him across the back with a hard kick.
Then another.
Then another.
Connolly: Lunacy is absolutely unrelenting right now. He’s softening up Dorling’s back for something awful, no doubt.
And he was right… Dorling found himself quickly trapped up in a modified surfboard where Lunacy pulls on the back while wrapping both arms around his throat with a Chinlock.
Baxter: Nice execution on the surfboard! He’s got this bastard right where he wants him now.
Dorling screams out in pain as pockets of fans try to rev him up to fight back, but Lunacy was putting him through submission wrestling hell. He continues the pain of the gruesome submission hold until he finally decides to let go… but not for the better. He stands up and snaps Dorling up into a variation of an Inverted Boston Crab, still putting pressure on the hold.
Diamond: Now this is something you don’t normally see out of Lunacy, usually choosing to either brawl or outfly his opponents. Very smart move, keeping Dorling grounded and not giving him room to move.
Some more fans start cheering for Dorling as the hold is excruciating hold is locked in. He starts to scurry his way to the ropes, dragging Lunacy with him. Inch by inch, he claws at the ground, but Lunacy tries to fight against him, pulling him back a step. Dorling doesn’t want to give into the hold as he shakes his head frantically whenever the referee asks him.
Baxter: Tap, you dumbass!
Diamond: You think that all by yourself?
Baxter: Shut your wordhole, you announcing asshole!
Connolly: Want me to smack him, Derrick?
Diamond: Please.
Dorling is mere inches away… HE GETS THE ROPES!
Lunacy, begrudgingly, lets go of the hold, but snares Dorling’ feet the second he gets back up. Dorling hobbles around on one foot, trying to shut out the pain in his back, but he has enough in him to blast the Lunacy in the head with an Enzuigiri!
Baxter: No!
Diamond: And there we go! Both men are down and out right now, but Dorling possibly put all he had into that Enzuigiri kick.
The referee starts the mandatory ten-count in the event of a knockout that’s only ended like one match in two billion years of wrestling or so. At the count of seven, Lunacy’s back up followed by Dorling, who quickly blocks a right from Lunacy, then lets him have a shot to the head. Two more shots find their way into Lunacy’s face before he goes for a whip to the corner. Lunacy reverses it and slams him back-first into the ropes. He runs in, but Dorling gets both feet up, hitting Lunacy in the face and making him stagger back. Dorling runs forward and puts him on his ass with a Spinning wheel Kick!
Diamond: Another kick from Dorling! What a move right there!
Dorling hops back to his feet and the fans eat it up and cheer on Dorling as Lunacy gets back to his feet. Dorling has to stop to try and shake off some of the pain in his back, but he gets back into it when Lunacy runs at him only to be snapped back down to the mat with a Clothesline Takedown! He goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Lunacy gets the shoulder up and Dorling’s back is still killing him, but he uses his adrenaline rush to fight through the pain. He picks Lunacy up and dumps him up and over with a HUGE Release German Suplex that even DL looks shocked he could pull off.
Baxter: Where’d THAT come from? Is he channeling Chris Benoit or something?
Connolly: Whatever he’s getting it from, if he keeps it up, we could witness a big upset in the making!
Dorling starts to slowly ascend the turnbuckles. He nearly tumbles off, but holds on in the Diamond of time. After a sigh or relief, he measures his target as Lunacy rises to his feet, only to eat both boots with a missile dropkick! Dorling, after shaking off the impact, hurriedly goes for the cover on Lunacy once again.
ONE!
TWO!
THR…KICK OUT!
Baxter: HOO-RAY! The jobber got in his last bit of strength. Lunacy’s got his ass now.
Diamond: What match are YOU watching? Dorling almost had it won.
Connolly: Told you he don't pay attention.
Once again, Dorling is beside himself with frustration. The gears in his head are really turning now, trying to think of ways to win this match. He goes to pick up Lunacy – possibly out of desperation – but Lunacy catches him off-guard completely with a desperation front jawbreaker of his own. Dorling goes stumbling into the ropes as Lunacy groggily gets back to a vertical base. Clearly, he’d had enough of this buffoonery. He’d dominated much of this match and he’d be DAMNED if he got it robbed of him from Dorling. He grabs Dorling by the head once more and introduces his face to the turnbuckle twice.
Baxter: This is gonna be the end of Dorling, Diamond. I can feel it.
Diamond: This could very WELL be the end!
Dorling is set on the top rope with Lunacy hooking him for the hold. He blasts him with an Uppercut just to stun him, then goes for belly-to-belly… but Dorling hangs on to the top rope and kicks him away! He hops off the top rope and advances on Lunacy, but he catches him right in the mush with a big back elbow. Now in complete control once again, he sneers at his opponent and tosses him once more into the ropes looking for that one killing blow…
The lights go out! The draw back up seconds later to reveal GX IN THE RING!
Lunacy drops Dorling and charges towards GX! The lights go dark and come back up quickly to reveal GX is gone and Lunacy appears confused. Dorling comes up behind Lunacy with a school boy!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The fans? Shocked.
Lunacy? Shocked.
Baxter? Oh, yes, absolutely shocked.
Dorling? Even MORE shocked than that.
His music rang throughout the arena as he quickly rolls out of the ring.
WINNER: DORLING
Diamond: Dorling has come into the WGWF and within two months finds himself in position to challenge for the IC title as he’s just made the finals of the Intercontinental Championship Contenders Tournament!
Dorling backsteps up the ramp as Lunacy argues with the referee as we fade to a Wrestle Wars Twelve Advertisement.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE UPDATE:
We cut back to ringside with Derrick Diamond and Derek Baxter.
Diamond: Ladies and gentleman it was two weeks ago on this very program we were scheduled to see Andy Johnson-Page defend his WGWF Television Championship against his biological father Chris Page; but that isn’t what we got.
Baxter: What we got was a cold, calculated attacked laid out by the mastermind that is Chris Page. It was perhaps one of the most brutal assaults I’ve ever witnessed live on Monday Night Brawl . What you’re about to see isn’t for a weakened heart and if you have small children you might want to take them out of the room.
Diamond: Here’s what happened last week.
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……..
We fade back to ringside to Derrick Diamond and Derek Baxter.
Diamond: At this time it’s unknown if we’re going to see Andy back inside the squared circle and his involvement at Wrestle Wars Twelve is still up in the air. In just a few moments we’re going to speak to Andy live via satellite and he is going to update us on his condition; but Derek, Chris Page went too far two weeks ago.
Baxter: Some say he did while others say that he didn’t; I’m not making excuses for his actions but perhaps this entire situation has finally broke Chris Page. In 2017 he lost his wife, his kids and half of everything he made for himself because Andy Johnson came into the equation.
Diamond: I’m being told that we’ve got Andy live now… Andy are you there?
The crowd pops HUGE as Andy Johnson-Page appears on the Jumbo Tron with the words “live from Las Vegas” written on the lower right hand portion of the screen. He is sitting in the living room of his home and has the TV Title resting in his lap facing the camera with his right index finger up his nose digging for some buried treasure before quickly realizing he’s now live and yanks it from his nose.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “Sorry I wasn’t ready.”
Andy tries to laugh it off while continuing.
ANDY JOHNSON- PAGE- “But yes I’m here.”
Baxter: Andy, we all just relived what happened to you two weeks ago in New Orleans and I think the biggest question on everyone’s mind is… when are you going to vacate the Television Championship since your career is now over?
The crowd erupts with loud boo’s!!
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “Look at Derek Baxter with the jokes tonight!”
Baxter: It’s a legitimate question because just last week your status was listed as a class three concussion; there’s no way anyone will clear you to compete at Wrestle Wars and if you don’t compete at Wrestle Wars why would you deprive the fans of seeing the TV Title being defended?
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “Is this guy for real right now? I’m here tonight to give an update on my condition because yeah, two weeks ago I took one of the most savage beatings any one man has ever taken in his life. My father jumped me from behind like a coward, my father attempted to end my career. AND then he tries to come to the hospital and finish the job. Little does he know, but he’s not the only visitor I’ve had here at the hospital. But with that being said, does it look like I’m going to walk on television and hand over this belt that I busted my ass to get?”
Baxter: It just seems kind of selfish is all.
Diamond: Andy look past him and I’m sorry he jumped all over this interview.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “It’s cool because he won’t stop me from delivering the message I’ve asked for the time to deliver.”
Diamond: What’s the latest prognosis?
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “I won’t lie to any of you, it’s not good; however, we are pending two results that should come back next week which will determine if I’m going to be able to get back into the ring at all,….”
The Nashville crowd roars with loud boo’s as the music starts to play which completely cuts off Andy Johnson. The boo’s grow to massive levels as Chris Page emerges out to the top of the ramp. He’s in his ring gear for his upcoming contest later in the evening as he starts to make the walk to the ring!
Chris completely ignores the fans as he reaches ringside and immediately climbs up on the ring apron and steps through the ropes and into the ring. Chris demands a microphone as he walks across the ring reaching out through the ropes where he’s handed a microphone by Donald Masters. Chris turns facing the Jumbo-Tron as the music fades away and he raises his microphone.
CHRIS PAGE- “Why don’t you stop dancing around the subject and go ahead and tell all these people that your career is FINISHED and I am the man that is completely responsible for it.”
The crowd roars with boo’s and as we see Andy try to cut back in only to be talked over by Chris Page.
CHRIS PAGE- “You know what… We’ve seen and heard enough from you, guys in the back go ahead and cut that feed.”
We see a split screen where Adam Barker is actually inside the production truck screaming out at the top of his lungs at the director.
ADAM BARKER- “CUT THE DAMN FEED!”
Suddenly the feed cuts to static as we go full screen on Chris Page in the middle of the ring to a crowd that’s all over him with massive boo’s.
CHRIS PAGE- “Spoiler alert…”
Chris seriously states.
CHRIS PAGE- “Andy isn’t going to be cleared to compete at Wrestle Wars Twelve like you all wish he would and the guy that you all can get on your knees and thank is standing in the middle of this damn ring!”
The heat is unreal for Page as he looks directly into the camera and states.
CHRIS PAGE- “And if Andy does decide he wants to show up on the grandest stage of them all then I am here now to tell you Andy, and to tell the entire wrestling world that what I did to you two weeks ago isn’t a drop in the damn bucket to what I’ll do to you if you show up in Atlanta.”
There’s a massive chant of “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” that echoes throughout the building.
CHRIS PAGE- “Andy Johnson is FINISHED!”
Page drops the microphone as the scene fades.
Diamond: Well folks, we’re back with more wrestling action! Our semi-final next match should be an interesting one, to say the least: Black Death vs. John Gambino!
Baxter: I think Gambino is going to come out on top.
Diamond: Why do you say that?
Baxter: Because I’m the heel commentator!
Baxter sighs.
Connolly: If heel means stupid, then you are correct sir.
Masters: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: John Gambino!!!
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. 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.
Connolly: The epitome of confidence right there, folks.
Baxter: If Gambino loses this match, I’m sure there’ll be riot and Black Death will be ripped limb from limb!
Gambino checks the tape on his wrists and waits for his opponent. Black Death exits from the backstage area before Masters can announce him, or Gambino’s music changes, and he marches straight toward the ring. Security jogs with Black Death, who pays them no heed.
Nick: Like Black Death needs security guards…
The production crew hurriedly cuts off Gambino’s music and plays "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple Orchestra, but Black Death is already in the ring. Masters tries to speak…
Masters: And his opp-
Masters is cut off as Black Death’s voice echoes into the microphone.
BD: Gambino, you are dead!!
Masters screams and dives out of the way as Death surges forward at Gambino. The music, once again, cuts off as the bell is hurriedly rung. Gambino’s eyes dilate as Death rapidly gets large and larger in his field of vision, and then they close and he squeals as a clothesline from Death knocks Gambino off his feet and onto the back of his head.
Diamond: I think Death is looking to do damage. No showboating this time.
Connolly: He better. Gambino may be the most dangerous man in WGWF.
The crowd offers Death a mixed reaction, but it quickly shifts to a full fledged cheer-fest as Gambino is knocked off his feet. Death grabs Gambino by the back of the head and sends him into the ropes. Gambino rebounds and thunders back towards Death and tries for a shoulderblock. Both men hit each other, but Gambino is the one who falls onto his back.
Diamond: I believe Black Death weighs over three hundred pounds. He’s got the weight advantage on Gambino.. but John clearly is in better shape.
Death doesn’t laugh, and instead he boots John in the stomach and kicks him in the side of the head. The referee yells at Death to play fair, and BD shrugs and kicks Gambino in the head again. The ref threatens to eject Death, and finally Black Death obliges. BD leans forward and grabs Gambino, lifting him again and sending him into the ropes. A big boot later, and Gambino is staring up at the ceiling again.
Gambino crawls along the mat for dear life, but Death stomps harshly on his ankle. BD reaches down and grabs Gambino by the legs and drags him back into the center of the ring, only to fall onto Gambino’s back and wrap Gambino in a headlock!
Diamond: Black Death putting on a submission… mat hold?
Gambino gurgles and flails as Death sandwiches him to the mat. The referee checks to make sure Gambino is all right, and he babbles in reply. Death rolls onto his back, pulling Gambino up on top of him, and wraps his huge legs around Gambino’s waist. BD rests for one moment and then every muscle in his massive frame contracts, causing Gambino’s eyes to bulge out of his head.
Baxter: Don’t count Gambino out, he’s a fighter!
Connolly: First smart thing you've said all night…
Death relaxes again, and then tenses up once more and squeezes every ounce of breath out of Gambino. Gambino claws at Death’s hands, trying to get him to let go. Gambino finally pulls his head forward and then back, headbutting Death in the face. Death doesn’t flinch, while Gambino yelps.
Baxter: Did he just hurt himself?
Diamond: Yep.
Baxter: WRONG! He’s impervious to pain! What kind of a journalist are you?!
Death roars and squeezes one last time, before dumping Gambino to the side and standing up. Gambino gets on his hands and knees, drooling on the mat, and pants. Death fixes a stray suspender and raises his arms over his head. He turns, his arms still raised, and brings them together and axe handles Gambino over the back, knocking him to his stomach. Death curses and rains boots down on Gambino’s back, cursing and swearing.
Gambino screams and rolls out under the ropes to the floor, but Death continues to follow him. By the time Gambino is on his feet, Death has his hands firmly on his shoulders from behind. Gambino screams, but Death holds him and chucks him to the side, knocking him into the steel post. Gambino staggers back into BD’s arms, and Death sends him face first into the protective glass in front of the audience!
Diamond: Black Death is all business tonight!
Gambino falls to his knees while the ref continues to count inside the ring. Death shoves Gambino back into the ring and climbs in after him. Gambino gets on his knees and puts his hands up, begging Death to spare him. Death ignores Gambino and grabs him by the head, and Gambino nails a low blow on Death.
A low, deep grunt exits Death’s chest and he pauses for a moment, blinking, and absorbing the blow, and then goes straight back to work. BD sets Gambino’s chin on his knee and stomps, and Gambino is on his back. BD goes for a cover!
1…2…BD pulls Gambino up!
Diamond: What?
Black Death laughs and wags his finger at Gambino.
Diamond: BD thinks Gambino was going to let him end the match, and he doesn’t want to be done yet!
Baxter: That’s a pretty cool move, honestly.
BD sends Gambino into the ropes. Gambino rebounds into a haymaker by Death. Gambino rocks back into the corner. BD charges and hits him with a shoulderblock and pulls Gambino out of the corner. Hooking the arm, Death roars and wrenches Gambino up into a suplex and sends him crashing down to the mat. The ring shakes and bounces, nearly falling apart from over six hundred pounds of force, and Gambino bounces and shakes, grabbing his back.
BD gets back up, rage still burning in his eyes, and stomps Gambino on the forehead. Another warning from the ref, and BD bounces off the ropes and leaps for an elbow drop. Gambino barely dodges to the side and BD crashes to the mat with authority. Death howls, grabbing his elbow while Gambino hurriedly gets to his feet.
John Gambino bounces off the ropes and kicks Death in the side, before stepping back and delivering a falling headbutt to Death’s ribs. BD roars and sits forward, only to be knocked down by a chop across the throat. Gambino lunges on BD and starts to choke him!
Baxter: Get him, Gambino!!
Connolly: You're such a cheerleader. You gonna blow him underneath the bleachers later?
Baxter: You think I'm his type?
BD bellows in rage and grabs Gambino’s hands, which clench around his thick neck. He manages to get a hold on his hands, and slowly, very slowly, begins to pull Gambino’s hands away from his throat. BD eventually sits forward, still holding Gambino’s hands, and the man’s expression changes from opportunism to terror. Death begins to bend Gambino’s hands backwards, twisting his wrists, and lunges at the man, nailing him in the nose with his forehead.
Blood sprays up into the air and onto Death, while a deep red smudge covers his forehead. Death gets to his feet, while Gambino howls and holds onto his nose. The ref goes to check on Gambino, but Black Death shoves the ref away and lifts Gambino to his feet. BD locks Gambino in a belly to belly suplex and spins, dumping him to the side with authority. BD bounces off the ropes and nails a legdrop, and then another, while Gambino flails and wails on the mat. Death gets to his feet, blood dripping down between his eyes, and raises his fists into the air again, much to the crowd’s happiness.
Death then turns and bounces off the ropes, running straight at Gambino, and leaps into the air. With one foot poised for Gambino’s throat, BD slams his boot over Gambino’s throat. John Gambino screams in agony and shakes, and Black Death drops down for the cover.
1…2…3!
Winner: Black Death
Diamond: We now know that Black Death will meet Chris Dorling in two weeks in the finals of the IC Title contenders tournament!!
Baxter: A fresh face is going to challenge Christian Connolly at Wrestle Wars and at this point it’s just a matter of whom is it going to be?
UNEXPECTED SURPRISE:
The cameras cut to the back where CCP is seen warming up for his match. He stops for a moment when he hears his text message tone… He grabs his cell and scans the screen with his eyes.
CCP: You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me… I’m going to finish this once and for all… Punk isn’t making it out of that hospital unless it’s in a body bag…
CCP slams his phone down on the ground and walks out of sight as the camera zooms in on the broken cell phone left on the ground. The camera picks up the image of Andy Johnson sitting in his hospital bed with some visitors… The visitors happen to be, Julie, Chris’s ex-wife and his two sons as the scene fades to black.
A CATALYST and a MONSTER?
Suddenly, the opening notes of "Catalyst" by Linkin Park hits on the PA. The Tron lights up with the new video, as a phoenix flame symbol swims onto the screen, and as Mike Shinoda and Chester Bennington begin a rapid-fire call and response duet, the crowd gets on it's feet as the letters GOD OF GAME form on the screen as well.
Diamond: Is this? ... IT IS! This is Kyle Shane's entrance music!!
Baxter: Did some monkey in the production truck whack the wrong button?! Kyle Shane isn't allowed here, Adam Barker had him thrown out of the arena last Brawl!!
But as the Linkin Park duo sing "And it can't be outfought, It can't be outdone, it can't be outmatched, it can't be out-won, NO!" those prophetic, defining words materialize as Kyle Shane comes marching out onto the stage. He's wearing his ring coat, the Assassin's Creed-tailored longcoat, he has a mic in one hand and a sheaf of papers raised triumphantly to the crowd in the other. He gets in close to the hard camera coming down the aisle, prancing the paperwork in front of the camera close enough for the fact that it's got a WGWF official corporate letterhead and a signature at the bottom of one of those pages. Kyle is cackling, as the crowd is starting a riotous "God of Game" chant. Kyle pivots as he stands at the foot of the ring, holding his arms outstretched and his head tilted back to take in the reaction.
Diamond: Overwhelming reaction for the returning God of Game.
Baxter: Where is security on this? Are we allowing this? This is so much more elaborate than him hopping the guardrail on last Brawl, this is... pompous, magnanimous and arrogant.
Diamond: Nobody ever accused Kyle Shane of being into keeping it low-key.
Kyle has entered the ring now, pacing around, feeding off the crowd's energy.
Kyle Shane: Now this is what I'm talking about, welcome to week two, ladies and gentlemen, of a little thing I like to call: "Kyle Shane is hijacking Brawl!" I'm out here on the same mission I laid out before. I am here to show up and prove my worth on the grandest stage of them all: MY STAGE, WRESTLEWARS. And I am here to put my boot up the asses of each and every one of the ass kissers and mongrels that are dragging this show down. Last time around I came out and interrupted the sacred main event between James Raven and MDK, and Adam Barker had me thrown out of the arena. But I'm back again, here to do it again... And guess what?
He waves the papers in front of his face, holding them like a shield.
Kyle Shane: ADAM BARKER! -- These papers mean I've got the forum to do so. These officially signed legally binding documents got me the spot on Monday Night Brawl I was craving, along with the entrance music, the attire and hell, the soapbox for me to come out in front of this crowd with a live microphone, bash you and your administration to shit, and you will have to PAY me for it! Signed, sealed, delivered, buddy, by YOUR general manager, Flash Rotten.
The crowd bursts into applause and cheers for Kyle's brazen words. Kyle flings the papers into the air with a laugh, letting them shower above his head in a storm of paperwork, fluttering down into the ring.
Kyle Shane: Go ahead, have a notary look that over.
Kyle takes the mic in both hands, pacing around with serious intent.
Kyle Shane: So Adam, you're just going to have to learn to like it, because I am HERE, tonight, with the same message, for you, and these mealy mouthed Suck Squad goons you have running around by the name of "The Royal Family". I'm here for that specific reason. To take them on at Wrestlewars. To show them that they do not hold this company in the palm of their hands. That they don't have the power.
Kyle's giddy good mood at being re-hired is growing more serious, businesslike.
Kyle Shane: Now a lot of people have been asking me on social media, Kyle, why are you even bothering with the Royal Family, criticizing them and calling them out? Well, it's not simply the fact that MDK and Alyce Starchylde have been engaging in acts of PDA and calling themselves the "King" and "Queen" and comporting themselves like we're five minutes away from getting a porn starring them all seven of them in a big pile, and it makes me vomit. It's not the fact that anyone could have seen they had Chris Page on their side... or when they wanted to run a numbers game in the West Coast Rumble, they hired the worst team of mercenary lowlife pieces of shit you could ever have asked for, in Lunacy, Dusk and Ridge.
He cocks his head to the side, ruminating in a bold and outspoken fashion as he continues pacing around the ring.
Kyle Shane: It isn't... JUST the fact that in the promos for the West Coast Rumble buildup, MDK said some shit that made me take notice, when he had to have known that I was listening, about how he had... beaten all of the main event talent in this company, including "that punk kid Kyle Shane"... which has never actually happened, by the way. MDK beat me sure, on the Summer Madness Card from the This Shit Never Happened Arena.
He's growing more passionate, driven and intense as he talks.
Kyle Shane: It isn't just the Royal Family at all. We have another contender that's returned, and is stripmining the WGWF of it's history and it's prestige thanks to the favorable actions of Adam Barker. Now, our favorite former D list direct to DVD movie star turned religious nutball Paul Frost has returned, and HE'S doing the exact same things that MDK and his Royal Family are up to! Paul Frost, who I beat at Wrestlewars 2015, now has his own family gathered around him, and he doesn't even have those idiots believing that they are kings and queens... they look up to Paul Frost and call him an actual, literal breathing on this Earth GOD! Despite the fact that Paul Frost FAILED to beat me. He FAILED to beat Tristan Slater for the World Championship and then at Wrestlewars last year, he did nothing. His hit men, Extinction, did nothing. And now Paul Frost returns, bringing Extinction and his followers with him, proclaiming himself the new Lord, savior and claiming they're all champions? That will not stand.
Bold. Outspoken. He cracks a smirk, eyes rolled innocently upwards, yet he knows he's hitting some very blue buttons here, and some touchy subjects. Some of the crowd are open-mouthed and shocked at Kyle Shane's vitriol, those who hadn't seen him work in a while anyway. Many others have begun loudly voicing their agreement. Kyle just stands there, taking it all in.
Kyle Shane: You see, my beef isn't just with the Royal Family, it isn't just with Paul Frost. It's about how both of them have conspired to rape and steal from the history of this company that I have spent six years building. It's more than that, it is the ongoing degradation of the soul of the WGWF, and the constant grind of these goddamn stables, thinking they can come in and run over, taking over whatever they want, proclaiming themselves our masters, YOUR Gods, and never giving anything back to you, the people. It's the same old song we've been playing all along, we've had some sucky stable just like the two of them going all the way back to 2012. I am tired of it, and dammit, I am ready to fight!!
The crowd backs him with an explosive, expressive roar, a cheer of agreement, solidarity, and pride in his words.
Kyle Shane: It is all of that, but those are incidental. I called MDK and the Royal Family out, just like I am calling Paul Frost and Extinction out, to show them that I am standing up, for this company. Because this company and I have had our tiffs and our dustups. But I love this company. I do love the WGWF, even after the times it's rejected me, made me want to quit, and made me want to walk away forever, I'm still standing here and coming back around because I want better for the WGWF than... all of them. Because I want better for it's championships to be soiled, it's rules to be bent to another ongoing, boring pack of jackals benefitting from a close association with the boss. Because Adam Barker is showing favoritism to them, ha I know, Kyle weren't you in a stable called #favoritism 4 years ago blah blah blah.
He takes off his Assassins longcoat, his voice growing tense with hard conviction. He looks down at the ring he's in, where he's standing, and up at the lights introspectively.
Kyle Shane: Because I've given the WGWF almost six of the best goddamn years of my life. I was 22 when I came here. Twenty two God damn years old and I came in and you fans embraced me and the management hated me for saying what I had to say but dammit, I gave it EVERYTHING I ever had and I came here to change the WGWF. And I DID IT. Because I am the God Mode Enabled. I am the Game Changer. I AM THE CATALYST. I AM THE ONCE, FUTURE AND ALWAYS GOD OF THIS FUCKING GAME!
As Kyle's voice goes to the last few sentences, it gets higher and higher until his last sentence is a defiant, throaty roar, a proclamation of such balanced arrogance and pride that the crowd embraces it and they love it and they chant "SHANE, SHANE, SHANE" and "God of Game" to the rafters. Kyle isn't playing to the crowd now, not holding his arms out, not celebrating their love back, he has an angry thousand yard stare down the ramp.
Kyle Shane: So when I want Paul Frost to listen, I want his "champions" to listen, however they want to give it to me at Wrestlewars, I want to beat it into their heads, I want to give them six years of frustration and loss and triumph and sorrow and drama, and HISTORY that they're shitting all over in their easy and lazy greed. I want to kick their asses for that reason ALONE! And I don't just want it at Wrestlewars, I want someone from the Royal Family OR Extinction, tonight, right here, RIGHT NOW!!
Kyle throws the mic down defiantly, and he shouts at them to come on.
Baxter: Can he do this?!
Diamond: He's hijacked the show again, he isn't going anywhere until we get someone from the two most dominant factions in the company!
Baxter: But can he do that, what do they have to prove from this loudmouthed, boastful idiot?
Diamond: I know Kyle, and I know his words were meant to incense the King, MDK, he wanted to goad Paul Frost. He wants a fight, and he's calling them out, so now we're going to see if they respond.
Suddenly, Kyle's head turns to the side of the ring as Ryan Dusk comes running in from one side, attempting to get up onto the apron. Kyle Shane runs over and cracks Dusk right in the mouth with a roaring elbow. Dusk goes flying off the apron, and he crashes the hard way into the steel guardrail at ringside. Kyle, having seen Dusk coming, spits some choice words and angry threats, telling Dusk to get his ass up. However, Kyle does not see Kenneth Ridge charging in from the other side of the ring, and Ridge levels Shane with a steel chair. Shane drops to his back. Ridge aggressively begins booting him down with stomps and clubs and boots until Shane doesn't try getting back up. Dusk shakes the cobwebs out of his head from a supine position in the aisle, then he starts crawling back up. Ridge lifts the chair up and drills the end of the chair into Shane's ribs again and again.
Diamond: Ridge is brutalizing Kyle Shane with that chair!!
Baxter: Look, this is very simple, Shane insulted GOD, he pissed off Paul Frost, and everyone these two men are loyal to. He challenged them to come out and fight them. What did he think was going to happen.
Diamond: I know Shane has a big mouth, but he has a lot of heart, and a lot of pride. You know he meant what he said about confronting them at Wrestlewars, and what it means to him.
Baxter: Be careful what you wish for. Shane is paying the price for his hubris now. And that shiny new contract Shane was running his mouth about isn't protecting him from this. He wanted back in, and he's getting it... the hard way.
Ryan Dusk has come back in the ring, swarming over Shane, animalistically ripping and choking at his throat. Ridge continues to stomp Shane and boot him down. He shouts some choice words at Shane, telling him he should have stayed gone. Dusk lifts Kyle Shane up, pinning his arms back as Ridge gets several steps back, then Ridge comes charging in with a steel chair shot to the head that makes the crowd cringe and cry out in sympathy, the kind that is extra worrying due to what we know about CTE syndrome. Shane is lifeless and Dusk still holds his arms, and Ridge motions that he's going to wind up and nail Shane with another cringeworthy chairshot.
Diamond: Someone needs to put a stop to this. This could legitimately end Shane's career.
Baxter: Shane already looks out after that first one.
Suddenly the crowd roars along as "Black Honey” by Thrice plays and SILENCE comes sprinting out to the ring. For such a big man he has put on a mammoth burst of speed, stopping Dusk and Ridge in their tracks. Dusk releases the wounded Shane to fall to the mat as the heavy antagonist charges the ring.
Diamond: Silence has stepped up to put an end to this!! Silence is out here to save Shane from another sick chair shot!
Baxter: Well we know he has stood up to the Royal Family in recent weeks. It may not even be about Kyle Shane as much as getting his hands on Ridge and Dusk.
It's true, there isn't much love lost with Shane and Silence, but as Silence gets in the ring Dusk and Ridge both exit through different sides of the ring. Silence roars for them, defying them to come back. Shane is still lifeless on the mat, bleeding profusely from where Ridge wrapped the chair around his head. Silence holds his arms up and roars. Dusk and Ridge have collected themselves and have regrouped together. They stand at the foot of the ring as Silence dares them to get back in. Dusk, showing no fear, starts to go for it, but Ridge shakes his head no, gripping his arm. Silence again taunts the two thugs. Ridge waves him off and leads Dusk away, walking up the ramp.
Diamond: Not tonight it seems.
Baxter: But what can this mean for Wrestlewars? Has Shane's bold challenge and provoking Extinction brought out a beating he can't withstand, and with Silence involved, what are his thoughts about what Kyle Shane was trying to do here tonight?
Silence is looking down at Shane, who is just starting to stir, but feebly holding his bloody head. Silence just stares down at Shane with an inscrutable expression, a mask of rage and contemplation, as the scene switches elsewhere.
PUSHED OVER THE LIMIT:
The fans ERUPT as JAMES RAVEN is shown arriving to the Bridgestone Arena for tonight’s Main Event. He’s in a rush, running late sucks. As he enters the building he’s ambushed by CHRIS PAGE and a Lead Pipe!! Page cracks Raven in the ribs with the pipe that doubles over Raven for Chris to drive the pipe down across the middle of his spine that drops Raven to the floor.
CHRIS PAGE- “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT ANDY?!?!
Chris lays the boots to James Raven as the crowd roars with loud boos. Chris throws the pipe to the ground before reaching down picking up an injured Raven where he drives Raven head first into the hood of a car on the loading dock that’s running. Page spins Raven around and starts choking Raven with both hands across his throat!
CHRIS PAGE- “ANDY WANTS TO PLAY!!”
Chris scoops James Raven up before slamming him on the front hood of the car followed by repeated right hands to Ravens forehead before pulling him off the car hood where he drags him around to the back of the car. The trunk is popped and Page dumps Raven in the back of the car before slamming the trunk shut. He comes around to the drivers side door where the window is rolled down revealing MDK behind the wheel to massive boos from the crowd.
CHRIS PAGE- “Take out the trash.”
Chris starts to walk towards the arena as we fade to ringside.
DORLING!
Dorling is seen walking towards the exit, gym bag slung over his shoulder and his large friend beside him. Denise Essex picks up the pace, her heels clattering on the concrete, as she tries to catch him before he leaves.
DENISE ESSEX: 'Dorling! Dorling, could I have a moment of your time?'
Dorling stops and turns, as does his friend.
DENISE ESSEX: 'After another interesting evening for you here in the WGWF, what are your thoughts on Paul Frost, and who is this man?'
She gestures to the tall, bald man who grins and swigs from a bottle of...vodka? Dorling goes to speak but the man holds up his hand.
'My name is Vitaly Petrovich. I will speak now because Dorling, he speak too much.'
DORLING: 'I...'
PETROVICH: 'HE SPEAK TOO MUCH.'
DORLING: 'Fair.'
PETROVICH: 'My name is Vitaly Petrovich and...'
DORLING: 'You already said that.'
PETROVICH: 'ENGLISHMAN! QUIET!'
Dorling grins and makes a mocking 'as you were' motion with his hands.
PETROVICH: 'Dorling is idiot. But he is friend. Many times we fight on same side and many times we win. We have faced church man before. His name was not Paul Frost, but they are all same. They are all fuckheads. Vitaly - this is me - and Dorling - this is him; we like to make fuckheads be quiet. Only difference is I like it to stay quiet after. Dorling talk. That is when I usually go back to Russia.'
DENISE ESSEX: 'So this is a warning to Paul Frost?'
PETROVICH: 'No warnings. No speaking. Just violence.'
DENISE ESSEX: 'And do you have anything to add to his, Dorling?'
DORLING: 'He doesn't know many words, but all the ones he does know - I like them. See ya around.'
With a wink to Denise, Dorling spins on the spot and he leaves, Vitaly in tow.
WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Masters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship…
The Nashville crowd pops big!!
Masters: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring he is the challenger; he stands in at six foot eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred seventy five pounds… “THE MONSTER” SILENCE!!
The crowd pops louder as Silence emerges out to the top of the ramp where he throws both arms up in the air letting out a roar that pops the crowd. The Monster Silence begins to make the walk towards the ring.
Diamond: Silence has a golden opportunity tonight as THE Tristan Slater is putting the title on the line!
Baxter: Here’s to hoping that Tristan has opened his mouth and inserted his foot and that Silence can play spoiler for Wrestle Wars Twelve.
The crowd is on fire for Silence as he reaches ringside and climbs up on the ring apron where he steps over the top rope and into the squared circle. Silence throws his arms up again letting out another primal scream drawing another pop from the crowd. The music fades away as the Monster paces back and forth inside the ring looking up towards the top of the ramp.
Masters: And his opponent….
There’s a massive mixed ovation with more boos than cheers being heard.
Masters: About to make his way to the ring, he is the WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…. THE TRISTAN SLATER!!
The mixed ovation grows as THE Tristan Slater emerges out to the top of the ramp with the WGWF World Title strapped around his waist. He stops at the top of the ramp looking down at the hungry monster that is Silence pacing back and forth waiting for his arrival.
Diamond: One has to wonder if THE Tristan Slater is questioning his decision to willingly put the title on the line.
THE Tristan Slater starts to make the walk towards the ring as he unstraps the World Title and hoists it high in the air with his right hand as he walks down the ramp. THE Tristan Slater reaches ringside where he makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron. He climbs the turnbuckles where with one foot on the top rope and one of the middle turnbuckle he looks down at Silence as he hoists the World Title up in the air!
Baxter: I’m going to enjoy watching this!
Slater comes off the top rope landing firmly on both feet on the mat. He hands off the World Title to the referee as Silence has stopped pacing back and forth. The music fades away as the referee shows the World Title to Silence and then walks back across the ring showing the title to Slater before he takes center ring and raises the World Title for all to see before passing the title out to the floor to Donald Masters.
Diamond: All that’s left is the opening bell.
Silence stares across the ring at the Champion while the referee calls for the bell.
DING… DING… DING…
Baxter: Here we go!
Slater looks across the ring at Silence where reality starts to set in that maybe this isn’t the best decision as the Monster charges across the ring! Slater quickly ducks his head through the top and middle rope causing the referee to cut off Silence who is trying to snatch up Slater. The crowd boo’s intently as the referee gets Silence back out towards the center of the ring. Tristan ducks back into the ring as Silence is a safe distance away. Tristan walks out towards Silence where he walks up to the monster slapping him across the face!
Baxter: Uh oh.
The crowd gasps as Silence stares intently at Slater as we see the World Champion take a deep gulp before swinging with a right hand! The crowd pops as Silence blocks the right hand before driving the his knee into the midsection of the Champion which doubles Slater over for Silence to drop to the mat with a clubbing blow across the shoulder blades! The crowd erupts as Silence starts stomping away on Slater’s back!! Silence reaches down picking the Champion up off the mat before hurling him back into a neutral corner! Silence charges in after Slater, Slater side steps Silence and its Silence who crashing into the buckles chest first! Slater spins Silence around where he laces a chop into the broad chest of Silence! Silence stares down at Slater snarling at him as he snatches the Champion by the throat with both hands! Silence comes out from the corner hurling Slater half way across the ring!!
Diamond: The Monster Silence just hurled Slater across the ring!!
The crowd roars as Slater pops back up off the mat only to be run over by a running clothesline from Silence to an even louder ovation as Slater takes a powder by rolling out to the floor clutching the back of his head and neck.
Baxter: I think the Champion was just surprised by the sheer power of Silence with that clothesline!
Slater shouts at some ringside fans before climbing back up on the ring apron where he steps through the ropes and back into the ring.
Diamond: Slater is going to have to find a way to get around the power game of Silence.
Silence stares over at Slater who paces back and forth before coming forward where he rises up his right hand calling for a test of strength that draws laughter from the crowd as Silence seemingly dwarfs Slater. Silence looks up at Slater’s hand and then down at Tristan where he laughs at Slater! Silence boots the Champion in the midsection to a roar from the crowd before we see Silence hoist Slater high in the air with a Military Press!!
Baxter: Silence has the Champion up in the air!!
Silence holds Slater up in the air where he walks around the ring with Slater high in the Military Press! The crowd gets louder and louder the longer Silence has Slater up in the air before finally driving Tristan into the mat finishing up the Military Press Slam!! Slater bounces off the mat and back to a vertical base where he backs up against the ropes only to be sent over the top rope and out to the floor with a running clothesline from Silence that blows the roof off the building leaving Slater crashing down on the floor!
Diamond: Slater might be second guessing putting his title on the line…
Silence comes forward stepping over the top rope and out to the ring apron before dropping down to the floor where he picks the Champion up off the floor where he delivers an open handed chop across Slater’s chest which echoes throughout the arena as he sends Slater back against the ring post. Silence charges forward looking to smash Slater against the post! The Champion drops out of the way sending Silence smashing off the ring post! Silence drops to one knee as we see Slater deliver a Shinning Wizard to the temple of the Monster!! The referee is at a four count as Slater rolls back into the ring encouraging the referee to continue the count!
Baxter: Slater wants the referee to count faster!
The crowd rallies behind Silence as the referee reaches the count of six and then seven before the Monster gets to one knee and at the nine count Silence rolls back into the ring under the bottom rope. Slater immediately comes forward stomping down at the head and face of the monster Silence to boos from the crowd!! The referee lays the count to Slater who backs away at the four count only to come back towards Silence stomping down on Silence head and face! Tristan shifts his attention to the right leg where Tristan starts stomping down on the surgically repaired right knee of Silence. The crowd continues to boo as Tristan takes the right leg and drapes it across the bottom rope and follows up by springing up in the air off the middle rope before crashing down across the knee cap! Silence screams out in pain as Slater picks up the right leg up off the mat before driving an elbow across the knee cap!! Slater pops up off the mat where he looks to snitch in the Figure Four Leg Lock! The crowd pops as Silence uses the left foot to shove Slater down to the mat! Slater pops back up to his feet where he charges towards Silence who is at one knee where Silence smacks Slater across the chest with an open handed chop!!
Baxter: Silence has his palm print on the chest of Slater!
Silence steps up to a vertical base as Slater charges back forward and Silence snatches him by the throat with both hands before driving a head-butt across the nose as the crowd roars in approval as Silence scoops Slater up and slams him down to the mat! Silence kicks his right leg out as he walks with a little limp towards the ropes as Silence bounces off the ropes delivering an elbow drop across the chest of Slater!! Silence makes the cover hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO…. THRE..
Slater kicks out to a small gasp from the crowd as the Monster Silence works his way back to a vertical base as he continues to sell the right knee as he walks towards Slater reaching down picking him up off the mat. Silence takes Slater back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Slater bounces off the near side and into a Side Walk Slam by Silence!
Diamond: Silence is imposing his will upon the World Heavyweight Champion!
Silence makes the cover!
REFEREE: ONE…… TWO……. THRE….
Slater kicks out to another gasp from the crowd! Silence gets back to his feet where he reaches down picking Slater up off the mat driving him back into a neutral corner before driving in shoulder blocks into the midsection of the World Heavyweight Champion! With each shoulder block landed the crowd gets louder and louder for Silence! The Monster shoots Slater across the ring and into the opposite set of buckles!! Silence charges across the ring after Slater only to see Slater come out of the corner with a low dropkick to the right knee which sends Silence falling towards the turnbuckles where he drives his head into the top turnbuckle!! Slater is back to his feet where he charges towards Silence delivering a running knee to the jaw with the assistance of the middle rope! Slater snatches Silence head and comes out of the corner looking to deliver a running bulldog headlock and as Slater attempts to deliver the bulldog headlock it’s Silence who counters with a Deep Six Slam drawing a massive ovation from the crowd!!
Diamond: We could have a new champion!!
REFEREE: ONE…… TWO….. THR…..
Slater kicks out once again to another massive gasp from the crowd at the nearest fall of the contest as Silence shifts his eyes towards the referee who shows him two fingers as the Monster works his way back to his feet. He reaches down picking Slater up off the mat, the crowd roars as Silence scoops Slater up over his shoulder!
Baxter: Running Powerslam!!!
Silence backs up into a neutral corner where he charges forward looking to deliver the Running Powerslam!! Slater manages to slide down the back of Silence where he follows up with a chop block to the back of the right knee of Silence which drops the Monster to one knee! Slater is back to his feet where he bounces off the near side and delivers a running Flatliner to Silence driving him head first into the mat! Tristan rolls the challenger over making the cover while hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THR….
Silence kicks out with power as he shoves Slater some three feet into the air and then back down the canvass as the crowd roars! Slater is to both knee’s glancing towards the referee with a look of utter shock at the power displayed by Silence. Slater stands to his feet where he immediately starts stomping down on the right knee of Silence!
Diamond: Slater is staying on top of the surgically repaired right knee of the Challenger!!
Baxter: If he’s smart he’s going to draw a freaking bull’s eye on it.
Tristan picks up the right leg of the Monster before managing to turn him over and apply a single leg Boston Crab! The referee is in prime position as he starts to ask Silence to surrender! The Monster refuses as we see Tristan crank back on the right leg and knee!! The referee asks Silence a second time to surrender and again he refuses! Tristan transitions from the single leg crab into a STF submission! The referee continues to ask Silence to surrender and again he refuses before breaking the grasps of Slater’s hands around his forehead before throwing his head backwards and into the face of Slater!
Diamond: That’s one way to counter!
Slater rolls around on the mat clutching at his face and nose before using the ropes to work his way back to his feet as the Monster Silence pushes himself up and back to a vertical base where he’s selling the right knee. Slater comes forward swinging with a wild right hand that’s blocked by Silence and countered with a right hand of his own that rocks the Champion! Slater bounces off the ropes looking for another right hand only to be caught by the throat by Silence! The crowd erupts as Silence hoists Slater up in the air before driving him down into the canvass with a massive Chokeslam that blows the roof of the Bridgestone Arena! Silence drops down into the cover hooking the near leg of the World Heavyweight Champion!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THRE….
There’s a massive gasp from the crowd as Slater pops a shoulder up off the mat at the very last possible second.
Diamond: Eyelashes away from crowning a new World Heavyweight Champion!
Silence cuts his eyes towards the referee as he starts to work his way to a vertical base while Tristan rolls towards the ropes and back out to the floor. Silence walks towards the ropes where he steps over the top rope and out to the ring apron before dropping down to the floor where he reaches down picking Slater up and hurls him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Silence slides back into the ring where he uses the ropes to reach a vertical base where he looks down at Slater before calling for his Running Powerslam which brings Nashville to their feet!
Baxter: Silence could be moments away from putting the exclamation point on becoming the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion!
Silence reaches down picking Slater up off the mat where he scoops him up over his shoulder!! Silence backs up into a neutral corner before gaining a full head of steam! Slater slides down the back of Silence at the last second while shoving him forward and into the referee!! The official is sent sailing out to the floor through the ropes upon impact! Silence turns around finding Slater where he eats a boot to the midsection! Tristan positions Silence looking to deliver the Flip Piledriver! The crowd pops big as Silence counters with a back body drop! Silence spins around reaching down snatching Slater up off the mat where he scoops him up over his shoulder before driving him violently into the mat with the Running Powerslam!!! Nashville erupts as Silence makes the cover hooking the near leg!
CROWD: ONE….. TWO….. THREE…. FOUR… FIVE….
Silence breaks his cover as he shifts his attention towards the referee who is out on the floor barely moving. Silence rolls towards the ropes and out to the floor where he starts to check on the referee while in the ring Tristan slowly starts to gather himself as he rolls over to his chest and pushes himself up off the mat and back to a vertical base where he goes to a neutral corner before starting to remove the protective padding over the top turnbuckle where he exposes the steel!!!
Diamond: Slater just exposed the turnbuckle!!
Out on the floor the Monster Silence attempts to reach down and pick up the referee when suddenly the fans erupt with loud boo’s as DUSK AND RIDGE rush ringside ambushing Silence from behing!!!
Diamond: DUSK AND RIDGE are attacking Silence!!
Baxter: The TAG CHAMPS are here!!
Diamond: Self-proclaimed tag champs!!
Tristan turns around and leans against the buckles watching as Dusk and Ridge as they stomp away at Silence! Dusk goes under the ring pulling out two steel chairs!! He hands one to Ridge as they are setting up Silence for a Con-Chair-To!! The crowd ERUPTS as KYLE SHANE rushes towards the ring, his forehead is wrapped in a in a white bandage that shows a hint of red from where the blood is seeping through!
Baxter: Kyle Shane is coming to the aid of Silence!!
Shane ducks a chair shot from Dusk while connecting with a Superkick to the chair in Ridge’s hands sending the chair back into Ridge’s face which sends Ridge over the security railing and into the crowd!! Shane spins around and drops his head where he elevates Dusk over the security railing and into the crowd with a back body drop!! Kyle reaches down picking up a chair and hops the railing giving chase to the Extinction through the crowd!!
Diamond: Kyle Shane leveled the playing field!!
Tristan shakes his head as he rolls to the outside of the ring where he then comes around the ring and as the referee is slightly starting to move he kicks him in the back of the head knocking him back to the floor!
Baxter: And that’s the WGWF Champion right there, that’s how he conducts himself.
Tristan reaches down trying to pick the massive monster up off the floor, he struggles but manages to pick him up and roll him into the ring! Tristan climbs back up on the ring apron where he spring boards off the top rope with a 450 Splash… Silence draws the knee’s up!! Nashville roars as the monster sits up before working his way to a vertical base! Tristan reaches his feet where he’s clutching his lower abdomen and turns around and into the scoop up over his shoulder before running towards the center of the ring! Slater squirms free and slides down the back of Silence sending the Monster crashing into the exposed turnbuckle chest first! Tristan comes up behind Silence where he bounces the Monster’s head off the exposed steel of the turnbuckles! Silence staggers backwards yet doesn’t fall!!
Baxter: Silence was just introduced face first into that steel buckle!!
Slater steps out to the ring apron where he drops down to the floor and heads to the time keepers table and snatches the WGWF World Title!! Slater slides back into the ring where he bounces of the ropes and chop blocks the right knee of Silence with the Championship belt which drops the monster to one knee! Slater looks towards the floor and see’s the referee is starting to once again comes around and start to move his arms and legs. He quickly bounces off the ropes where he drives the World Title into the skull of the Monster which finally sends him falling backwards to the mat. Slater tosses the belt out to the floor just as the referee pulls himself up using the ring apron. He looks in the ring seeing Slater laying on top of Silence with a cover! The official slowly slides into the ring
REFEREE: ONE………………. TWO………………… THREE!!!!!!!!!!
DING… DING… DING…
Masters: The winner of this contest… and still WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… THE TRISTAN SLATER!!
Tristan rolls towards the ropes where he calls for his belt. THE Tristan Slater is handed the World Title as he works his way to his feet where he hoists the title up in the air! Silence is shown slowly rolling towards the ropes where he falls to the floor as Slater celebrates his victory before calling for a microphone.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Now that’s how you topple a Monster!”
The fans roar with louder boos directed towards the ring as the World Heavyweight Champion continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “And much like I just SUCCESSFULLY defended my World Title I can look ahead and in two short weeks I can finish what I started with you… John.”
Just then the lights start to flicker before they fade to darkness for a mere four or five seconds and when the lights come back up Alyce Starchylde stands behind Tristan Slater! There’s a mixed ovation as she has a Barbwire Wrapped Bat in her hands!! Tristan starts to turn around where Alyce charges forward driving the Barbwire Wrapped Bat into the forehead of Slater busting the World Champion open as he falls to the mat! Starchylde jumps on top of Slater as she shreds the barbwire down into his forehead as he kicks and screams out in agonizing pain!!
Diamond: Alyce Starchylde has come to get her some of THE Tristan Slater!
Baxter: My Queen has finally arrived!!!
Alyce reaches her feet where she reaches down picking Slater up off the mat. Tristan lands several jabs to the midsection before driving Starchylde back into the buckles! He drives a series of shoulder blocks to the midsection…. Brother Maylock and Jackdaw hit the ring and bombard Slater from behind! They end up driving Tristan into the mat with a Double Chokeslam!
Diamond: The Royal Family is picking their spot much like Slater picked his spot two weeks ago with Starchylde!!
DING…. DING…. DING…
The bell means absolutely nothing as Maylock and Jackdaw put Tristan on his knee’s while holding him by both arms as we see Alyce start to skip around in a circle around all three while reaching down picking the microphone up off the mat in the process. She makes the complete circle around before stopping and looking down into the eyes of a bloody Slater who is forced to look up at Alyce.
ALYCE STARCHYLDE- “When will everyone start to understand that there’s going to come a time when you all kneel to the Queen.”
There’s a smattering of applause as she continues.
ALYCE STARCHYLDE- “Even YOU, Slater!”
Alyce hauls off slapping the World Champion across the bloody face before raising the microphone back to her lips.
ALYCE STARCHYLDE- “While you might have beaten a monster and have a date with a potato I will be the person that takes the WGWF World Title off your shoulders come Wrestle Wars Twelve. Keep it warm for me because come Wrestle Wars I’m going to take you to WONDERLAND!”
There’s a pop from the crowd as Alyce continues.
ALYCE STARCHYLDE- “That’s right, chump. You and I are going to compete in a Wonderland Match at Wrestle Wars Twelve! The rules will RANDOMLY change at any given time! Basically Slater, you’re done!”
Alyce comes forward with a Superkick to the bloody face of the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion sending him backwards to the mat as Alyce then picks up the WGWF World Title and raises it high in the air as Monday Night Brawl fades to black.
The house lights dim down but don’t go completely out as all attention diverts to the top of the ramp as we wait for someone to emerge out to the top of the ramp. When the drums kick in the crowd completely ERUPTS as FLASH ROTTEN walks out through the curtain and out to the top of the ramp!!
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman please welcome back to Monday Night Brawl, FLASH ROTTEN!!!
The ovation is enough to give you goosebumps as the General Manager is back for the first time in over a month. Flash soaks in the ovation as he looks out all over the sold out Bridgestone Arena with a look of sheer vindication etched across his face before he starts to make the walk towards the ring!!!
Diamond: Listen to the ovation Flash Rotten is receiving!!
Baxter: Great, the favoritism begins once again.
Flash Rotten reaches ringside where he turns towards the ring steps and makes his way up them; picking up a microphone along the way that is resting on the top step. Flash is to the ring apron where he steps through the ropes and into the ring. Flash takes center ring as the music fades away and he raises the microphone to his lips as the crowd chants along with him.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Ladies and Gentleman…”
Flash pauses for the massive pop from the crowd before he continues with them chanting along with him.
FLASH ROTTEN- “MY name is FLASH ROTTEN… and I am, ONCE AGAIN, the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl!!”
The crowd erupts loudly as Flash looks directly into the camera and you can tell that he isn’t here to play games.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Boy oh boy do I have A LOT to get off my chest and A LOT of information to cover; first things first, has the place SUCKED without me here or what?!”
There’s a massive ovation as Flash Rotten smirks in the center of the ring. The ovation breaks out into a “WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!” chant which see’s Flash lower the microphone and let the Nashville crowd express themselves to the world on live television. Flash raises the microphone back to his lips as he states.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Adam Barker…”
The crowd erupts with loud boo’s as Flash continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Chairman of the WGWF Board of Directors.”
The boo’s grow even louder as Flash continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “And the single biggest walking hypocrite walking the face of the planet!”
The boos shift into a huge pop!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “You seriously call into question my decisions and yet while I’m gone you allow the 2018 West Coast Rumble winner Chris Page to give the title match at the biggest show of the year to Alyce Starchylde, you’ve allowed MDK to exercise his rematch for the WGWF World Title at any time or any place as opposed to scheduling the match like anyone else and I’m biased or making questionable decisions?”
Flash asks as he shrugs his shoulders.
FLASH ROTTEN- “This little plan of yours has backfired in the worst of ways and now you find yourself in a fight against me come Wrestle Wars Twelve; trust me when I say that I will end this once and for all.”
Flash shifts his focus.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Let’s talk about tonight because there’s one thing in particular that has my attention and I feel like it needs to be addressed revolving around THE Tristan Slater…”
There’s boo’s from the crowd upon the mention of the WGWF World Heavyweight Champions name.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Apparently if you listen to him when it comes to tonight’s match against Silence he claims to want to put the World Title at stake; great! I agree!”
The crowd roars!!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “I’m officially sanctioning tonight’s match to be for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship!”
Diamond: Silence and Slater for the World Title tonight!
FLASH ROTTEN- “According to the Board of Directors I can’t over-ride Adam Barker’s decisions since he’s been in control nor can he over-ride mine, so I want to talk about two weeks from tonight when he is once again in control of Monday Night Brawl…”
The crowd roars with MASSIVE boos as Adam Barker emerges out to the top of the ramp dressed in all black. Adam starts to make the walk towards the ring.
Baxter: The Chairman of the Board is here!!
Adam reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron before stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Adam pulls a microphone from the inner pocket of his black sport coat as the music fades away as Adam directs his attention towards Flash Rotten.
ADAM BARKER- “Well if it isn’t Flash Rotten; glad you could finally make it back to work.”
The crowd boos intently as it draws a smirk from Flash Rotten who comes back with.
FLASH ROTTEN- “And if it isn’t Adam Barker; glad you could pull your head out of Chris Page’s ass long enough to grace me with you presence.”
The fans pop loudly!
FLASH ROTTEN- “You know Adam, I’m glad you’re here because while you might still be the Chairman of the WGWF Board of Directors and while I can’t put my fist down your throat, yet… I want you to be here as I give you the most uncontrollable show you’ve ever been a part of.”
Adam interjects.
ADAM BARKER- “You know something….”
Flash interjects as he throws his hand up in Adam’s face.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I’ve already heard enough from you; didn’t you pay attention while I was with your friends at the corporate offices. Until Wrestle Wars you have to stay out of my way and I have to stay out of yours, so I don’t really give two shits about anything you have to say to me and what you should be thinking about is how you’re going to keep the peace within the Royal Family.”
ADAM BARKER- “What are you talking about?”
FLASH ROTTEN- “What I’m talking about is how in two weeks we’re all going to get a chance to see a match that has been booked before but never actually took place; I think everyone wants to see it so therefor I’m going to book it… MDK will meet Chris Page!”
The crowd erupts as Adam shouts out at Flash.
ADAM BARKER- “YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”
FLASH ROTTEN- “I just did.”
The fans roar louder as Adam starts to pace back and forth in front of Flash Rotten.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Something else we’re going to see next week is something that I think EVERYONE wants to see and it’s something that I am dying to see myself as JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE will meet… THE TRISTAN SLATER!”
The fans ERUPT louder!!!
ADAM BARKER- “THAT’S A MARQUEE ATTRACTION FOR A PAY-PER-VIEW! YOU CAN’T JUST GIVE THAT AWAY ON FREE TELEVISION!!”
Flash smirks as he states.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I just did.”
The crowd roars even louder!!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “Oh yeah and I think I failed to mention that Alyce Starchylde, Jackdaw and Brother Maylock are ALL going to be barred from the building! IF they so much as think of taking one step into the arena in two weeks than they are FORFITTING there spots at Wrestle Wars Twelve…”
The fans continue to roar as Flash continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “And in the case of Alyce Starchylde; not only will she lose a Main Event spot that she technically didn’t even earn, but I will pick her replacement and I will tell you all right here and right now that if anyone thinks I’m playing just TRY ME!”
Flash drops the microphone as the opening credits roll!!!
WGWF PRESENTS
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
3.5.18
BRIDGESTONE ARENA
NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE
SOLD OUT
Charlie Big Potato kicks in and the heat rises straight away as a suit clad M.D.K. appears at the top and laps in the vitriol fed to him by the fans.
Baxter: "And we are kicking off tonight in style!"
M.D.K. smirks as he saunters down towards the ring and mocks the fans.
Diamond: "Here comes the man who might not hold the gold but certainly is pulling the strings in the WGWF still!"
Baxter: "A cash in for the World Heavyweight Championship at any time he so desires, his other half is the number one contender for that title and he had arguably the match of the year last week against James Raven. No wonder he has a smile on his face."
M.D.K. climbs into the ring and picks the microphone up from the turnbuckle and stands proudly in the centre of the ring. He allows the crowd to die down before speaking up.
M.D.K.: "Peons, peasants and pissants... you're welcome..."
The heat rises up again and M.D.K. can't help but laugh. He walks over to the ropes and leans on the top rope and looks straight into the camera and seems to whisper away from the crowd as they continue to boo.
M.D.K.: "You hear that Pretty Boy? That's how you be a convincing bad guy that draws... Six words and I can generate more heat than you could muster in six weeks..."
He turns back to the crowd as they start to die down.
M.D.K.: "You are welcome that there is one lightning rod still drawing your venom out, you are welcome that there is still one person you are truly united behind in your hatred and there is one person who knows how to be a complete and utter asshole and is proud of it. No God complex, no confusing attitude and certainly no fairweather attitude either... You are welcome that I am yours to idolise and fear as I tear through your legends and fill the stadiums each and every week. You are welcome for the shards of light I offer your pitiful lives every single week."
More heat and M.D.K. drinks it in.
M.D.K.: "It's getting to that time of year where everybody is trying to get to the Prom of the WGWF and everybody wants to have a decent dance partner. It's great though because the one person who everybody is talking about, the one name that is on the social media networks, the gossip columns and the dirtsheets is the man without a dance partner yet. Three simple letters, one violent man and not a single person calling me out."
He paces and continues.
M.D.K.: "Some might think it's because I don't have a trinket or a trophy, some have claimed it's because I won't sign a contract and others have pointed out the inescapable truth that the WGWF roster... hell the wider wrestling world... is scared of M... D... K..."
More heat rises up as a chant of 'Cable's gonna kill you' kicks in and M.D.K.'s ears pick up on this and he smiles.
M.D.K.: "You saw it last week when James Raven gave me everything he had and me... the old, out of shape Brit who everybody wrote off when I came back at last year's West Coast Rumble has taken each and every star in this company and have torn them limb from fucking limb."
The Cable chants continue and M.D.K. shakes his head.
M.D.K.: "Oh is that what you would want? You'd want me to roast that potato at the grandest stage of the WGWF calendar?"
A 'Yes' chant kicks in from the crowd and M.D.K. smiles.
M.D.K.: "Well my mum always told me that want is the gateway to disappointment so if you think I'd pick that fucking APE for such an epic event, you can think again..."
Massive heat for this and M.D.K. drinks it in.
M.D.K.: "When you are the KING of the WGWF, when you are the fucking Alpha and Omega of this industry, it doesn't matter whether you are a champ, a chump or a fucking chimp. The WGWF powers that be have given me carte blanche to pick my ticket to Wrestle Wars. It doesn't matter whether you are a ghost of my past or a ghost of the past in the WGWF, I will fight who I want at Wrestle Wars and I will render each and every one of you truly... and utterly... INFERIOR!"
'Charlie Big Potato' plays again and the heat rises up and M.D.K. heads back up the ramp to massive heat.
Diamond: "M.D.K. is now a dangerous man to have his pick of the matches at Wrestle Wars."
Baxter: "He could do anything! He could put himself into the WGWF World Heavyweight Title match!"
As the opening guitar riff to "Heaven" by Los Lonely Boyz blasts out on the PA system, Hawaiian Hardhead comes out, Hawaiian shirt straight form Margaritaville adorned as his top. The shades across his eyes block out the lights as he begins walking to the ring. With arms wide and soaking in the feeling of the crowd, HHH nods in appreciation. As he walks down the ramp, he makes sure to high-five as many fans as he can. He finds a young child, smiling at this strange oaf with a weird shirt. HHH takes his shades off, placing them on the face of the child before continuing his walk. Once he approaches ringside, HHH takes the steps, hitting on the apron. He wipes his feet a bit before entering through the top and middle ropes. Once in the ring, he spreads his arms to the crowd. He looks at each side, making sure to bow to the four ropes. Upon his completion, he goes to a nearby turnbuckle, reaching the middle rope. He raises up both his arms, fists clenched tight. Once he soaks in the adulation, he takes his shirt off, throwing it out to the crowd. He hops down, ready for the match to begin. Riggs and HHH circle each other as the bell sounds and the match is underway!!
Baxter: Hardhead is back in action here in the WGWF!
Diamond: Wrestle Wars season brings back everybody. It’s great to see him back in an WGWF ring!
Baxter: Announced earlier on in the week. Hawaiian Hardhead will be taking on none other than THE LEGEND, Terry Borden at Wrestle Wars! This looks to be a tune up match in preparation for Wrestle Wars because I have no doubt Hardhead is going to dismantle Luke Riggs here tonight.
Diamond: Well considering Riggs hasn’t won a match since…
Baxter: Has he ever won a match?
Diamond: Google it…
Baxter: Okay I will!!!
Back in the ring. HHH has Riggs in a headlock. HHH squeezes on Riggs head and it starts to turn red. Riggs backs into the ropes and is able to push HHH off of him. HHH rebounds with a hard clothesline, knocking Riggs to the canvas. Riggs springs back to his feet only to be put back down to the mat with a series of hard right hands. Riggs reels into the corner and HHH is in hot pursuit. HHH whips him into the other corner and charges after him with another hard clothesline in the corner. Riggs crumbles to the mat, HHH dives down with a headbutt that lands on Riggs. Riggs rolls to the centre of the ring and tries to get back to his feet. HHH still hot on his tail hits him with alternating rights and lefts, making Riggs stumble onto the ropes. HHH whips Riggs and when Riggs rebounds HHH nails him with a crushing spine buster that shakes the ring violently.
Diamond: And??
Baxter: Riggs has never won shit.
Diamond: Shocker!! Maybe tonights the night!
Baxter: His strategy of trying to tire out Hawaiian Hardhead has yet to prove to be successful so far in this match up.
HHH grabs Riggs and drives him back down to the match with yet another devastating blockbuster slam. The ring continues to shake from the impact of all these moves!
Diamond: If he does that to Terry Borden… I think he’s going to need double hip replacement surgery.
HHH takes Riggs and launches him over the top rope. HHH plays to the crowd as they start to chant his name!
HARDHEAD
HARDHEAD
HARDHEAD!!!
HHH slides out of the ring where Riggs is still down on the ground. HHH gives him a couple of stomps before pulling him up to his feet. HHH bounces Riggs head off the security guard railing for good measures and rolls him back into the ring. HHH gets up onto the apron and then scales up the ropes to the top rope. Riggs gets to his feet and turns to face HHH.
Diamond: This is going to shake the entire arena!!!
Baxter: Definitely not poetry in motion!!!
HHH leaps off and nearly decapitates Riggs with a flying clothesline! HHH get up to his feet as the crowd is on their feet. HHH stands in a ready position, waiting for Riggs to get to his feet. Chiropractition!! HHH isn’t finished there! He pulls Riggs up to his feet again. Riggs is on dream street clearly as he can barely stand! HHH grabs onto his head, Hawaiian Death Roll!!
Baxter: Riggs needs a better strategy because Hardhead isn’t getting tired!
Diamond: Maybe trying some offence would help him!! Has he ever hit an offensive maneuver in a fight?
Baxter: Google it?
Diamond: Screw that.
Riggs lays motionless on the ground. HHH goes to the corner and bends over in a football like stance.
Baxter: I feel a spear coming on, how about you Diamond?
Diamond: Hardhead would be a good defensive tackle for his hometown Buccaneers!! Here he goes!!
Riggs is up. HHH charges and crushed Riggs with a devastating spear that nearly rips him in half! Riggs is on the mat holding his ribs as HHH jumps to his feet and does the cutthroat motion as he waits on his prey to get to his feet.
Diamond: The only way Riggs is going to pull of this win now is if Hardhead walks out of the ring and gets counted out!!
Riggs gets to his feet, he stumbles back into HHH, who spins him around…
HAWAIIN HAMMER!!!
HHH hooks the leg!!
1…
2…
3…!!!
DING…. DING… DING…
Masters: The winner of this contest, HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD!!
The crowd pops for HHH as he reaches his feet where his arm is raised in victory…..
The roof EXPLODES in Nashville!!!
Diamond: What the heck?!?!
The ovation erupts louder as TERRY BORDEN emerges out on to the top of the ramp where he and HHH lock eyes!
Baxter: These two traded insults last week and will now meet at Wrestle Wars Twelve!
Terry Borden starts to make the walk towards the ring!!
Diamond: Borden is ring bound!!!
Terry Borden reaches ringside where he makes his way up the ring steps to the ring apron where he leans over the ropes pointing at HHH drawing a massive “YOUUUUUUU” chant from the crowd. HHH shows no intimidation as he calls for Borden to step through the ropes!!
Baxter: This one can explode right here in front of our very eyes!!
Terry looks to step through the ropes when security hits the ring!! They quickly get between HHH and Terry Borden as the scene fades backstage.
We open to that of a simple black curtain background with a single spotlight shining down & that’s when rising above from below stands Extinction member….Kenneth Ridge
HEAT
Ridge takes note of the reaction around him via this capacity crowd and only avails a smug grin in response, his eyes deadlocked onto the camera lenses itself.
“Holiness, as taught in the Scriptures, is not based upon knowledge on our part. Rather, it is based upon the resurrected Frost (heat) in-dwelling us and changing us into HIS likeness
If man had his way, the plan of redemption would be an endless and bloody conflict. In reality, salvation was bought not by Frost' fist (heat), but by HIS nail-pierced hands; not by muscle but by love; not by vengeance but by forgiveness; not by force but by sacrifice. Paul Frost (MEGA HEAT), our Lord surrendered in order that HE might win; HE destroyed HIS enemies by dying for them and conquered death by allowing death to conquer HIM.”
MORE HEAT
Ridge grins as he makes the sign of the cross with his hands as cameras fade.
KYLE SHANE and FLASH ROTTEN:
Scene switches backstage to show Flash Rotten, the erstwhile general manager of Monday Night Brawl, on his cell phone in a backstage area. He's pacing back and forth, talking tersely into his phone. It's not clear who he's speaking to, but his responses are short, harsh "Yes, yes, no" iterations and he seems distraught. It has a lot to do with the power struggle between himself and Adam Barker upcoming at Wrestlewars. So he's not paying attention when a figure comes walking up behind him, handing him a clipboard and a piece of paper to sign.
Flash Rotten: No. I told you, I'm not going to let it stand... - I understand that, and I'm going to handle it, I just- ... Yes. -... No. -...Yes, absolutely.
Rotten blindly grabs the pen out of the outstretched hand, impatiently motioning for the figure to show him where he should sign. The as yet unidentified person's other hand not holding the clipboard comes around, flips a page, then taps the paper, telling Rotten to sign on the dotted line but not saying anything. He doesn't want to be rude and interrupt the man's phone call after all.
Flash Rotten: -...Right. Yes. -... Yes, that's what I tried to tell the Board of Directors. -...Yes. I -
It finally breaks through Rotten's preoccupied mind to read what he's signing, and he places the phone on the crook of his shoulder as he begins leafing through the pages. As his eyes scan the page, they grow wider with fury, and he looks up at the anonymous backstage worker or production assistant who handed him the clipboard. But as the camera pulls back into a bigger shot, it shows that the person who'd handed the clipboard to Rotten and was getting him to sign an undisclosed document was none other than the God of Game, Kyle Shane.
Flash Rotten (speaking into his cell phone): I'm going to call you right back.
As Rotten hangs up his cell and pockets it, he has a look of pure strangling fury on his face. Kyle withdraws the pen a bit sheepishly, but keeps his cheesing grin on his face. Rotten points a loaded, angry finger in Kyle's face.
Flash Rotten: Now just what in the HELL do you think you're trying to pull, Shane. You saw last Brawl, you got thrown out of the arena at the top of the show, and this week you sneak backstage and try to pretend to be a PA so you can, what, get me to sign some phoney document?
Kyle Shane: It's not phoney at all, Flash, I had my lawyers draw this up, it's terms for a new contract for me and WGWF. Since negotatiations broke down in our last contract meeting, we never had a chance to go over terms.
Flash Rotten: What- terms?! We never got to go over terms?! You walked out on our last meeting, you let your contract expire, and we chose not to offer you a new one, and now you're going back?
Kyle Shane: I think this is more than fair, Flash, in fact it's damn humble for me. I don't want big main event perks or a schedule to cater to me, I just want to compete in the company that I put 3 long years of building.
Flash Rotten: And just as much time being unhappy in. Is there a clause in this contract not to face the Sentinel again or am I going to get slapped in the face and you walk out on me again?!
Kyle Shane: No such clause. But there is a rider in there that I want to compete at Wrestlewars.
Flash waves the clipboard in Kyle's face.
Flash Rotten: This contract was presented to me under false pretenses, you tried to trick me into signing it without reading it and you didn't represent who you are. I don't care if I signed an X on the line, this contract isn't binding and it won't hold up in court. No deals, Shane.
Flash turns to walk away, extracting the paperwork from the clipboard. He's about to tear it up when Shane calls after him.
Kyle Shane: What if I offered to help you fight Adam Barker?
Flash stops, suddenly muttering to himself.
Flash Rotten: You, you'd do that?
Kyle Shane: Yeah, come on, it's win-win. Dude, we saw last year when you wrestled Andy Johnson, it was pathetic, you're not a fighter. Let me fight for you, as your champion, I'll kick the bejesus out of Adam Barker and you'll get to keep your job. And I'll get to stick it to the man who threw me out of the arena last week, and laughed in my face about having a job here. Win, win.
Rotten's mouth opens, closes, opens again, then he shakes his head as if waking from a dream.
Flash Rotten: No deal, sorry, the Board's stipulation was that I fight Adam Barker. So that's what I'm going to do.
Kyle Shane: Then let me get my job back at this company so I can stick it to Barker's friends in the Royal Family. Come on, they've been running roughshod over things, they've added Lunacy and his goons, MDK, CCP and Alyce have really been fucking things up and ruining everyone's day, with Adam Barker's full support. You got put in this mess just for standing up to them. But I'm the one that can make things really uncomfortable for them on a weekly basis.
Flash looks from Kyle's earnest, serious eyes down to the paperwork in his hands.
Flash Rotten: Give me that pen, damn you.
Kyle Shane: Yes! ... You're barely going to regret this, Rotten.
Rotten signs Kyle's contract quickly, almost with the intention that he'd better do this fast before he decides to take it back.
Flash Rotten: I'm already regretting it now, damn you. You realize this means that just because I'm allowing you, in what may be my last gasp of managerial power, to have a job wrestling on Brawl doesn't guarantee you anything. It doesn't guarantee you title shots. It doesn't guarantee you a match against any of the Royal Family and it doesn't guarantee you a spot at Wrestlewars. The card is filling up, all of the title matches are locked into place, and Chris Page, Alyce Starchylde and even MDK all have opponents. If you want in on Wrestlewars to continue your precious winning streak, you'll have to find another way.
Kyle Shane: That's going to be half the battle. But not to worry. I have some ideas on how to make a date for Wrestlewars.
Flash Rotten: I just hope this isn't my last stand as general manager.
Kyle Shane: Just keep that thought. Happy place, Rotten! Happy place!
Kyle runs off, laughing a little bit as he clutches the papers in his hands. To where, it isn't known just yet. Rotten grits his teeth and looks after him, then mutters "I have to make a call about this" as he gets his cell phone back out.
"The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cables makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes and he circles the ring eyeing Dustin Holt who is waiting in the corner. The referee calls for the bell. Holt and Cable lock up. Cable throws Holt down to the ground. Holt gets up slowly holding his head. They go to lock up again but Cable catches Holt off guard by kicking him in the midsection. Cable clubs Holt over the back that drops him down to all fours. Cable boots Holt in the side and it flips Holt over to his back. Cable drops down with an elbow drop, right in the middle of his chest. Cable pulls Holt to his feet and flings him into the ropes and nails him with a huge back body drop!
Baxter: Cable is relentless.
Diamond: With the mood Cable has been in lately. I wouldn’t want to be in the ring with that monster!!
Holt slowly gets to his feet and turns towards Cable. WHAM! Cable crushes him with a huge clothesline over the ropes and Holt crashes down to the side of the ring. Cable gets out onto the apron. Cable waits for Holt to get up and drops down on him with an axe handle smash to the head. Cable continues by kicking Holt as he tries to get to his feet. Cable grabs a handful of Holts hair and throws him shoulder first into the steel steps. The steel steps topple over as Holt is shoulder his shoulder and is rolling around in agony. Cable slowly peels Holt off the mat. Holt throws some weak shots to the stomach of Cable, that have zero power. Cable bounces Holts head off the outside apron three times and proceeds to roll him into the ring. Cable slides in behind a crawling Holt. He grabs on to him by his trunks and lifts him to his feet. Cable grabs on and atomic drops Holt and then crushes him to the mat with another vicious clothesline.
Baxter: Is Holt going to make it out of this match with his head attached to his body?
Diamond: I’m not sure. I think Cable is literally trying to rip his head off!!
Cable lets Holt crawl slowly to the corner to help himself get to his feet. Holt get to his feet and Cable comes crashing in with a huge body splash which makes Holt stumble out of the corner. Cable turns and dashes at Holt taking him down with a bull dog! Cable covers Holt!
Diamond: This one has to be over.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Baxter: Does Holt have a death wish?
Diamond: He’s a lot tougher than he is smart, thats for sure.
Cable once again lets Holt use the ropes to help him to his feet. Cable nails him with a big boot to the head that makes Holt reel to the ropes and bounce back again. Cable kicks him in the midsection. Cable throws an arm over his head and hoists Holt up into a stalling suplex! The crowd gets louder and louder as the seconds pass! Cable suddenly drops the suplex into more of a brainbuster!! Holt rolls around holding his neck. Cable grabs onto one of Holts legs now and locks in a spinning toe hold. Cable keeps reefing on on Holts toe as he screams out in pain. Cable finally lets go. Cable pulls Holt up to his feet. Cable kicks him in the stomach one more time, doubling him over. Piledriver for Cable lands. Cable peels Holt off the mat again… Another piledriver!!! The crowd yells 2!! Cable picks him up off the mat again… Piledriver!!! 3…. Cable covers!
1…
2…
Holt kicks out! Cable smirks.
Diamond: Holt is a sucker for punishment this evening.
Baxter: You can say that again.
Diamond: Holt is a sucker for…
Baxter: Shut up Diamond.
Diamond: But you told.
Baxter: Shut it!!
Cable is back on the offensive as he irish whips Holt so hard into the ropes that Holt crashes on the outside of the ring again. Cable slides out as Holt is trying to climb up the ramp to get away from Cable. Cable grabs Holt by the trunks again and drags him back to the ring. Cable scoops him up and body slams him on the outside. Cable grabs Holt and then hoists him over his head and starts pressing him over his head. Cable tosses Holt back into the ring. Holt starts crawling towards the referee pleading for him to stop the match, but before the referee can even think of stopping the match. Cable has grabbed ahold of Holt! WAKING NIGHTMARE!!! Cable pins!!!
1…
2…
3…!!
Cable is dominant! Cable raises his arms above his head as his music plays! Cable raises his hand in celebration and roars as he stands with his arms raised as his music plays. Before he can do anything else though, he is dropped from behind and over him stands M.D.K.! Cable is down as M.D.K. puts the boots in as the crowd are livid. M.D.K. pulls off his suit jacket and stands behind Cable and starts to choke him out with it.
Diamond: "M.D.K. has jumped John Cable and this is a damned assault!"
M.D.K. puts the fists into the forehead of Cable and whales in as the referee calls for the bell. M.D.K. rolls out of the ring and picks up a steel chair as Cable slowly picks himself up to his feet... and gets FLATTENED by the chair wielding M.D.K.! Cable is barely stirring as M.D.K. drags Cable up... and DROPS him with a HellShot! M.D.K. demands a microphone and crouches over the bloodied John Cable.
M.D.K.: "Hey chuckles... I've made my mind up for WrestleWars and if the peasants want to watch me put you down for good... then SO... BE... IT..."
He drives the microphone into the temple of Cable and flattens him with it as 'Charlie Big Potato'
Another cut back to that black curtain background with a single spotlight shining down & that’s when rising above from below stands Extinction member….Ryan Dusk.
HEAT
Diamond: What’s this? Huh? Open maniac night? Where any cult fanatic gets to speak?
“Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that day, and not only to me but also to ALL who have loved HIS appearing .Many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt. And those who are wise shall shine like the brightness of the sky above; and those who turn many to righteousness, like the stars forever and ever.
And the haughtiness of man shall be humbled, and the lofty pride of men shall be brought low, and the LORD.....PAUL.......FROST (heat)….. alone will be exalted in that day”
Once again the hate the palatable towards Dusk who like his tag team partner Ridge, Dusk to is content with a sly smile & yet another sign of the cross is given.
The light's turn off and we heard thuder strike's twice and smoke's fill in the entrance floor and The music hit as The Sentinel w/ Mr. Kevin Sparrow make their way down to the ring.
Baxter: Up next, a clash of the big boys! It’s the Sentinel and Erik Josten!
Diamond: I expect a hard hitting, tooth and nail dog fight here tonight!
All the lights in the arena go out, which sends the audience into a frenzy of cheers and screams.
KEEP IT 100…
The crowd roars to its feet, clapping along with the beat. Cell phone screens and camera flashes start illuminating the blackness. Erik Josten throws the curtain aside and strides out onto the stage. He takes a moment to pause and survey the crowd with chin held high and hands on hips. With a look of extreme focus, he marches down the ramp, taking the time to slap a few hands along the way. He stops as he gets to the ring and holds his head down. After he mouths some words to himself, he lets out a animalistic roar and climbs in the ring.
Baxter: These two look ready to lock horns tonight!
Diamond: The referee is calling for the bell!
Erik fires a punch at Sentinel, blasting him in the jaw! Sentinel answers with a punch of his own. The two men trade punches, kicks and knees. Neither one surrendering, neither one giving in. Both men rise to their feet as they punch after knocking each other down to a knee. Erik kicks Sentinel hard in the midsection and Irish whips him into the corner. He follows him in with a hard clothesline. He then mounts the 2nd turnbuckle, straddling Sentinel as he begins to punch him in the jaw repeatedly as the crowd counts along.
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10.
10 punches to the jaw and Erik jumps down and Irish Whips towards the opposite corner. Sentinel stumbles and bounces back first into the corner before slamming face first to the mat.
Baxter: What impact!
Diamond: I thought he was going to throw him through the ring corner to be quite honest!
Sentinel gets to his feet but gets put right back on his ass by a big boot to the face. Sentinel rolls out of the ring and bumps into Mr. Kevin Sparrow. Erik rolls out of the ring and clotheslines both men down to the mat. Erik grabs Mr. Kevin Sparrow and throws him over the security barricade and into the crowd. He turns his attention back to Sentinel who is up but just catching his breathe. Erik scoops him up and body slams him on the ground. Erik quickly picks him up and throws him back into the ring. Erik takes his time getting into the ring as he walks over to the steel steps and proceeds to slowly walk up them and climbs back into the ring. Sentinel is back to his feet. Right hand by Erik staggers Sentinel back into the corner. Erik starts to throw shoulder thrusts into the midsection of Sentinel. The crowd starts to count along with every shoulder thrust to the midsection!!
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10.
Erik stands up and Sentinel falls to the mat holding his midsection with good reason. Sentinel is on all fours. Erik starts to slowly circle him as Sentinel uses Erik’s leg to help him get up to his feet. LIBERTY BELL CLAP! Sentinel melts down to the mat!
Diamond: Jesus! Even my ears are ringing after that one!!
Baxter: Look at the people in the front row! They are all feeling the ringing in their ears after that one. What impact!!
Mr. Kevin Sparrow gets up on the apron and tries to get into the ring, but Erik quickly knocks him on his rear end and off the apron with a thunderous right hand. Erik turns his attention back to a vertical Sentinel, Erik charges, jumps… flying shoulder block makes Sentinel stumble back into the corner. Erik keeps charging and hits an avalanche splash in on the corner. Erik raises his hand in the air and the crowd starts to cheer as they know whats coming next! Ten-Gun Salute!!
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10 big open handed claps land on the chest of Sentinel as once again the crowd counts along with each clap!
Diamond: Good thing this crowd can count!
Baxter: Well… At least till 10 they can.
Erik grabs Sentinel by the head and just throws him down to the mat. Erik sits up on the top turnbuckle. Erik finally stands up with his feet on the second turnbuckle. Erik hops off and lands on Sentinel with a leg drop. Erik locks in a reverse chin lock on Sentinel!
Diamond: Sentinel is about to go to sleep!
Baxter: No, that’s just his regular look!
The referee picks up Sentinels arm…. it falls.
The referee picks up his arm again… it falls…
The referee picks his arm up again… it…. stays up.
Baxter: HE'S ALIVE!!!!!!
Sentinel moves to a knee and starts to hit Erik in the stomach with some elbows, making him loosen his grip. Sentinel pushes Erik off, Erik bounces off the ropes as Sentinel ducks. Erik boots Sentinel right in the face that makes him snap back up straight, Erik kicks Sentinel in the stomach. He puts his head between his legs and grabs on. He hoists him up into the air and runs with him on his shoulders now… Fastball Special!! Sentinels back crashes into the turnbuckles again. He slowly stumbles out again from the corner… HOLY JUSTICE SLAM THAT VIBRATES THE ENTIRE ARENA!! Erik covers him up!
1…
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Kickout! Erik slams his hand down on the mat in a bit of frustration.
Baxer: I thought that was it for sure.
Diamond: Me too! I don’t think Sentinel can take much more of this punishment. It’s been all Erik since the opening bell.
Erik goes to the corner of the ring and waits for Sentinel to get to his feet… Sentinel STRUUUUUUGLES to his feet, he slowly turns to face Erik…. Washington Monument that puts Sentinel back down on the mat. Erik gets up quickly and motions with his arms that this one is gonna be over soon!!
Baxter: I think we are about to see The Long Arm of the Law here… He’s just waiting for Sentinel to get on his feet before putting his head into the last row here!!
Diamond: Sentinel is on his knees… Stay down if you know what’s good for ya big man!!! Sentinel is on one knee… On his feet…. Here it…. What the hell?!?
The lights in the building start to flicker and then…
BLACKOUT…
Baxter: What the hell is going on here?
Diamond: Who cut the lights?
The crowd is just as stunned as they have now gone silent! The lights start to flicker again and the lights are back on.
Baxter: What the hell is this?!?!
Diamond: Is that Sentinel in a Citizen Truth mask?!?!
The Sentinel is standing almost nose to nose with Erik Josten, but he’s wearing a Citizen Truth mask! Jostens’ face is one of shock and disbelief. He slowly starts to back away from The Sentinel mumbling, almost talking to himself. Erik gets out of the ring, never taking his eyes off of The Sentinel who is still staring him down in a Citizen Truth mask!
Baxter: What the hell is Erik doing? He has this match in the bag!!
Diamond: Is he leaving?! The referee is starting to make the 10 count!!
“1…2…3…4…5…6…7… ERIK get back in here!!!…8…9…10.”
Erik continues up the ramp as the count hits ten while never taking his eyes off of The Sentinel. The referee grabs The Sentinels hand and raises it in victory!!
Diamond: Here we go again.
Back in front of the curtain leads to another rising from below now stands in all her “HEAT” via the crowd is Velvet the “Marry Massacre” to the WGWF gives a quick hair whip as she stares into the camera with that jezebel like grin.
“We are to wait for the coming of the Lord with patience. We are to watch with anticipation. We are to work with Zeal. We are to prepare with urgency.
Let us be alert to the season in which we are living. It is the season of the Blessed Hope, calling for us to cut our ties with the world and build ourselves onto HIM, he who will soon appear. He is our hope—a Blessed Hope enabling us to rise above our times and fix our gaze upon HIM.
Be prepared. Get Ready. Prepare to meet thy G O D (heat), are you prepared?”
Much like her comrades before, Velvet is bathed in the “boo’s” that continue to rain down however she too makes the sign of the cross before kissing the camera lenses itself leaving her black lipstick over the shot as she skips off.
Baxter: Derrick why are the sexy ones always BAT SHIT CRAZY?
Donald Master’s: The following contest is scheduled for…..ONE FALL…..introducing first weighing in tonight at 210 pounds, hailing from Arkham, Massachussets…..representing the “Royal Family”
Heat
Donald Master’s: This is…..JACKDAW!!!!!!!
As Muse’s The 2nd Law: Isolated System begins to play over the loudspeakers, The Jackdaw comes out of the crowd at ringside. His head moves in almost a bird-like fashion as he looks at the crowd, the announcers, the time-keepers area and the ring. He hops, bird-like onto the apron and from there onto the turnbuckle where he perches while he awaits the beginning of the match.
Donald Master’s: And introducing his opponent, tonight he weighs in at 206 pound and hails from Markmill Asylum, USA…….GRIMOIRE XMYLES!!!!!!!!
"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?"
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.
Diamond “This one should be unique to say the least.”
*Ding….Ding*
The aggressive Xmyles takes the upper hand for the first three minutes with his vile vengeance, but Jackdaw starts to find a way to counter it with his own daredevilism, using what brought him to the dance. As GX get’s too aggressive and launches himself a rope-resting Jackdaw, but Jackdaw lifts him up over his head…but the athletic GX lands on the apron as Jackdaw turns around to see him, only to DROPKICK HIM TO THE FLOOR!! The crowd pops as the aggressive athletic competitor falls onto his ass, leaving Jackdaw alone in the ring. Looking into the crowd to garner a bigger reaction, rushing against the opposite ropes and watching Xmyles as he tries to get up…SUICIDE DIVE!! IMMENSE SUICIDE DIVE!! Jackdaw wipes out GX! The smaller Jackdaw is the first to get up and rolls GX back into the ring, climbing after him for a pinfall attempt – 1…2…NO!! The match continues, Jackdaw waiting for Xmyles to get back to his feet. Jackdaw rushes and ducks underneath a counter clothesline and rebounds again…SAMOAN DROP!! GX NAILS A SAMOAN DROP!! Xmyles ribs are crunched as GX covers – 1…2…3-NO!!
Baxter “Early on despite a great opening salvo by Jackdaw, Xmyles is certainly the MORE aggressive of the two.”
Xmyles isn’t worried about it, forcing Jackdaw back up to his feet before lifting the cruiserweight up and crashing down with a HIGH ANGLE BACK SUPLEX. Xmyles showing off a wicked grin as he then clubs Jackdaw in the back of the neck, really not pulling any punches. He then gears back like he’s going for a BACK SUPLEX…JACKDAW FLIPS OUT!! Jackdaw continues the counter by rebounding off the ropes, but he gets caught by Xmyles in an OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY…BUT JACKDAW LANDS ON HIS FEET AGAIN!! But he’s off balance, using that momentum to run at and leap off the second rope…TORNADO DDT…NO!! XMYLES THROWS JACKDAW OFF & ONTO THE CANVAS
Diamond “The power of that lunatic certainly pales in comparison to his ruthless and vile demeanor but by God is a fan favorite sort of.”
That haunting laughter of Xmyles fills the ring as cameras catch Jackdaw starting to get vertical as he rushes right back at him, going for a RUNNING SHOOT KICK, but Xmyles catches the leg and keeps the momentum…SPINEBUSTER!! A huge spinebuster puts him on top– 1…2…3-NO!! GX lets out a much stiffer chuckle before taking Jackdaw back up, lifting him above his head and then taking him over with the MILITARY PRESS DROP!! GX looks to follow up on that, possibly with a FINISHING SPLASH…BOOT TO THE FACE!! Jackdaw finds his opening as GX is sent back stumbling towards the canvas as Jackdaw rolls away, tending to his back area, but then springboards right back in…SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP!! Right across the black heart of GX into a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Xmyles is forced to kick out as Jackdaw rolls away and awaits the clown of depravity to get his footing back, only to rush at him for something else, but GX sidesteps it and grabs Jackdaw’s arm, whipping him into the ropes. The two seem to rush at one another and DOWN EACH OTHER WITH CRASHING CLOTHESLINES!!
Baxter “ Now THAT’S what happens when lunacy meets instability right there with NASTY results.”
Both men think far too much alike and down each other, their recovery killing several precious seconds. It’s GX who is the first man to be perfectly vertical, an equally exhausted Jackdaw is getting up as well and swinging wildly with a missed clothesline as GX then wraps his arms around Jackdaw with a rear waistlock and preps for a GERMAN SUPLEX…but Jackdaw jams it and rolls forward with the WHEELBARROW VICTORY ROLL – 1…2…Xmyles rolls forward, now putting him on top in the victory roll – 1…2…NO!! Jackdaw throws his legs up and forces GX away, but just as Jackdaw is getting up only to see Xmyles land with a BIG BOOT!!!!!!!!! GX rolls right back to his feet, however Jackdaw is able to spring off the ropes with a clothesline…but GX wraps around it…and turns it into the PULL-BACK BACKBREAKER!! Jackdaw is now left tending to his neck area as the crowd ‘oooh’s, on that one, Jackdaw trying to get back to his feet…only to be CUT OFF BY A RUNNING KNEE!!
Diamond “ The sickening sound of bone BREAKING bone.”
Xmyles braces himself against the ropes after cracking Jackdaw in the skull; smiling wickedly it’s becoming obvious that Xmyles is now enjoying himself. The sick but popular bastard turns now to cockily cover Jackdaw– 1…2…NO! Xmyles now waits for Jackdaw to get up, stalking him…looking for his…..”Hangman’s Noose” Sleeper hold….NO! Jackdaw slips through & throws the leg around…DRAGON WHIP…NO!! The dragon whip misses, spinning GX all the way around…LEAPING CALF KICK!! Jackdaw finally nails a crisp move of his own that fells Xmyles, with Jackdaw left standing in place…AND HITS A STANDNIG MOONSAULT! An aerobatic move that gets him a cover – 1…2…3-NO!!
Baxter “Jackdaw just a SECOND away from the win in this one.”
Jackdaw throws his hands over his head in desperation as GX gets back up to a knee, but Jackdaw is trying to up the tempo and quicken things up to his pace…going for a RUNNING HURRICANRANA…BUT XMYLES HANGS ON! He holds on and keeps Jackdaw’s legs over his shoulders…TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB!! OH MY!! Jackdaw falls limp as the crowd throws cheers and awe at the powerful and aggressive move. GX, again, looks like he’s enjoying this, but instead of covering, he takes Jackdaw by the tights and neck…and SHOVES HIM SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE OPPOSITE RING POST!!
Diamond “I would ask for mercy but ONLY malleus will ever be shown by the man who laughs in the WGWF.”
Xmyles blatantly turns Jackdaw into a corner dart, the referee admonishing him for that, but while Jackdaw convulses Xmyles is just left with a smile on his face. Just as Jackdaw slumps out of the corner, Xmyles looks down with a grin as he lifts Jackdaw back to his feet and almost engages in a two man waltz as he drags the lifeless Jackdaw back towards the center of the ring where he is in perfect position to be LEVELD VIA THE “SHOCK TREATMENT”….THAT STUNNER CONNECTS IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!!!!!!!!
“One More Time”….”One More Time”……”One More Time”
Baxter “It’s contagious Derrick, Xmyles blood lust has been trusted onto this capacity crowd.”
Diamond “Can you blame them after all with what the Royal Family has done and…what…WATCH OUT…WATCH OUT!!!!!!”
Baxter “Brother Maylock!!!!’
Diamond “WITH A CROWBAR….A GOD DAMN CROWBAR!!!!!”
The elation is quickly replaced with disappointment as Xmyles is completely ASSULTED FROM BEHIND VIA MAYLOCK WITH A CROWBAR RIGHT TO THE SPINE!!!!!!!!
*DING.....DING....DING....DING.....DING*
The bell is rung profusely signaling a DQ victory for GX whom has fallen onto his knees but Brother Maylock continues the devastation landing a SECOND crowbar shot to the back of the neck this go round as Xmyles is forced onto the canvas as a victim of unbridled violence. Maylacok drops the crowbar and helps Jackdaw out of the ring as Xmyles claws at the ring apron looking up just slightly to see standing at the top of the ramp……LUNACY!!!!!!!
HEAT
Diamond “Well it ALL makes sense now, look at him standing there and applauding HIS actions.”
Baxter “This war between the mentally unstable certainly continues to escalate here in the WGWF.”
Diamond “Ladies and Gentlemen we are just mere moment’s away from the semifinals in the tournament to crown a number one contender for Christian Connolly’s Intercontinental Championship.”
Baxter “What started out with the elite eight is now down to the final four and tonight it will just be……”
B L A C K O U T
Diamond “No DAMMIT, he’s ruined it. Why now?”
Whatever “cheers” may have resulted in the blackout have all been easily replaced with jeers via the WGWF “Universe” as the Monday night Brawl stage has found itself engulfed in a cloud of smoke which is backlit by blinding white lights from below the stage as a purple hue descends from above. Cameras quickly catch a glimpse of both Dusk & Ridge appear from below the stage covered in smoke as they rise along with Velvet crawling out onto stage, as she kneels all three point towards the entrance way as out steps “ G O D " himself….P A U L F R O S T!!!!!!!
This crowd’s cup runneth over in hate which is directly pointed towards the “Man in White”, taking a moment Frost extends his arms and lowers his head almost in his “crucified” pose which just garners even more HEAT via the crowd.
His arm’s still outstretched they find their way to patting both Dusk & Ridge on the back as Paul then looks down at Velvet where he then extends his hand which Velvet takes a hold of as he pulls his follower up to HIS light of salivation, arm in arm Velvet & Frost head down the ramp quickly flanked by Ridge & Dusk. Velvet breaks “free” of her God as she is the first to slide into the ring, still slithering on her belly she turns to face Frost standing at the bottom of the ring with Dusk & Ridge stepping through the ropes before holding them open as Paul takes his time to walk through as all four members now stand in the ring as the light’s return as the WGWF “Universe” replies in kind…….
“FUCK OFF FROSTY”….*clap clap clap*…”FUCK OFF FROSTY”…*clap clap clap*…..”FUCK OFF FROSTY”
Baxter “You know Derrick I thought God might favor a bit more goodwill after saving Andy last week.”
Diamond “If there’s ONE thing I’ve come to know about Paul Frost, it’s that he NEVER does anything for good of it. In fact you usually does everything he can to benefit himself.”
Velvet hands Frost a microphone with Ridge & Dusk each standing to either side as he bows his head and places on hand on Velvet’s shoulder. Taking his right arm and reaching it up to the sky like he’s reaching out to the world watching…….
Frost:...Anger…..Confusion…..Temptation……Gluttony…..Sin….but most of all Questions….You ALL have Questions for G O D.
HEAT
Frost: Well allow me to answer them ALL with a single answer…..G O D….(Frost slowly raises his head to face the universe)….doesn’t give a HOLY HELL ABOUT ANY OF YOUR QUESTIONS!!!!!!!!!
MORE HEAT
Frost: I have NOT returned to answer the worthless wails of the UNFAITHFUL HEATHENS….(heat)…. that gather before me this evening. G O D….(heat), has returned in SPITE of the sea of sin that has covered the land there are STILL those who have forgone drowning in darkness, desperate to stay afloat, desperate for salivation, they shout to the heavens above….
“SAVE ME”
“G O D”
“SAVE ME…..G O D…..SAVE ME”
Prayer…..there are men and women….PRAYING FOR G O D….Simply put I’ve returned because of prayer….it was because of PRAYER just two weeks ago a bloody and broken Andy Johnson..(POP)….found himself being devoured by the jaws of damnation and in his most DESPERATE moment of need….HE….prayed….HE called upon…G O D to save him and I did.
HEAT
Frost: I returned in HIS hour of need in HIS most darkest and desperate moments and I offered a SAVING GRACE….I OFFERED HIM MY HAND…..and HE took it…..DESPITE what all you heathens might think of G O D personally there is NO denying the MIRACLE of MERCY you all bore witness to in this very ring, the undeniable image of MY never-ending capacity for forgiveness and salvation for those who would only JUST believe in G O D…for ALL those who have F A I T H in F R O S T !
MORE HEAT
Frost: Although one man’s savior is also seen by another man as his enemy but Page….(heat)…simply I am NOT, my return doesn’t coincided with choosing sides in this battle of the blood you both have engaged in. Andy’s saving was done simply because HE prayed and G O D (heat) answered but Chris that doesn’t mean the next time you’re beating the holy hell out of your son and he again calls MY name I have to save him again. The point of OUR return isn’t that of vengeance be you friend or foe alike from the Kyle Shane’s (POP)…..the MDK’s (HEAT)…..Beast (POP)…..or….Queen (HEAT)…..hell even Glorious Ones (MIXED POP)…..your blood isn’t what I’ve return for…..nor will it be what the faithful who stand with me now will thirst after, unless of course…..
YOU PISS G O D OFF.
Mild POP
Frost: For G O D (heat)may forgive but I will CERTAINLY not forget any and all transgressions made against ME or MY Faithful, you’ve all seen what happens when G O D turns the other cheek, the Lord (heat) certainly leaves NOTHING left standing right Dorling? That said while prayer returned me here, it will be the faith of ALL those who believe that will inspire a TRUE and HONEST second coming and that begins tonight for I am proud to announce that the seas of sin which have covered the WGWF have begun to recede with the Lord’s return however left in its wake is a desert, a desert void of faith, a desert of death and most of all a desert desolate of the waters of life. In fact it was THIS very day a year ago that the waters of faith sprung forth and gave life to anther…..
Frost pauses and looks towards Velvet
Frost: This…(Frost is slow and gentle to stroke his hand over Velvet’s cheek as he kisses her forehead)…..this wayward soul…..CAME TO G O D (heat)….her heart open to the word of the Lord (heat)….she believed…her F A I T H….was born and her soul was quenched. Now tonight those springs of faith will open again…….
With that two members of the ringside crew get to work as they bring forth a draped object which they then sit in the center of the ring. Looking towards Velvet she takes the microphone as Frost falls to his knees and throws off the black drape revealing a gold plated chest sitting underneath. The chest itself has been adorned with crosses and other religious decorative images. On his knees Frost removes the top of the chest as Velvet reaches down placing the microphone in front of Frost’s lips.
Frost: As proclaimed before, the sea of sin has receded with the return of G O D almighty (heat), but in its wake this world has been left bare, desolate and buried in the ruins of a desert and ONLY the waters of a faith will breathe everlasting life and return this federation into the garden of Eden G O D had promised. Tonight the first well, springs up and a river of freedom will lead the way for all the faithful to follow towards the Kingdom of Heaven. Faith enables flawed people to do GREAT things in the name of G O D (heat)…last year Velvet(heat)…. my child….my song bird….you sang the song of faith and it helped you soared to the heavens above…..however for some they’ve sung the song of faith for YEARS
.....DUSK.....
(Frost turns towards Ryan)
.....RIDGE....
(Paul then turns towards Kenneth)
You have both served at my side since the beginning, the two souls who resurrected the Lord himself and in so doing cemented an everlasting and unbreakable faith. From weakness you were made strong, apart from God you could do nothing but with me, with FAITH in FROST…(heat)…you’ve conquered kingdoms, performed acts of righteousness, obtained promises, shut the mouths of lions, quenched the power of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, from weakness were made strong and became mighty in war.
Now you two will once again be called upon as MY horsemen but NOT to bring death and destruction. Instead you both will go out into that dark desert with the light of G O D shimmering in the distance, your light, your faith will illuminate the way of the Lord (heat), you both will lead the army of the faithful to rebuild THIS world in G O D’s (heat) image.
MORE HEAT
Frost: And while I am sure in time those tainted titles held by the unfaithful will one day be converted by the power of faith or simply be liberated by worthy warriors who will wear their faith & championship proudly around their waist. But until that day there NEEDS to a symbol of faith, that F A I T H can and will be rewarded from G O D himself. So that is why tonight you both will have your faith rewarded and be once again be baptized but not just in the waters of faith, instead your baptism will be that in HOLY GOLD…….
With that Frost reaches down into the chest and stands back up holding two sets of championship belts as he turns and drapes them over the shoulders of Dusk & Ridge.
Baxter “Can HE do that?”
Frost:G O D who originally breathed LIFE into the tag team division it is only fitting that G O D once again resurrects HIS division with HOLY GOLD. Dusk and Ridge will RIDE towards WrestleWar’s….(Frost points at the sign)…and on the BIGGEST stage of the year......
Baxter "Business is about to pick up!"
Diamond “And hopefully SHUT the mouth of God up.”
Frost’s grin quickly fades leaving a scowl as he slowly turns his head towards the entrance way as the crowd POP’s when Dorling appears on stage. Dressed in his wrestling gear with a 'There's No I in Team Dorling' t-shirt. He has a mic in his hand. As he brings it up to his mouth, motioning for his music to stop, a tall, bald beast appears from behind him.
Diamond "Who the hell is that guy?"
Baxter "He must be what, 6'8"?"
Dorling: Ladies and Gentlemen, loyal members of Team Dorling and everybody else, who came here to watch some top draw W R E S T L I N G?
CHEAP POP
The crowd cheers enthusiastically in response. Frost looks on from the ring, unimpressed, Velvet standing next to him. Dusk and Ridge lean on the ropes, glaring intently at Dorling and his friend.
Dorling: That sounds pretty conclusive to me. You hear that Frosty? WRESTLING. You remember what that is? I don't think you do. You seem to be under the impression that this is some kind of church and, even more laughably than that, you are some kind of God?! Hahahahaha! A God?!
HEAT
Dorling: You hear that? That's what all of these people think of you. That's what they think of a nasty little man in a nasty little suit, parading his escort girl around and telling everybody they need saving.
POP
Dorling: And who are these two apes supposed to be? Look at them, so enthusiastically engaging in a spot of metaphorical leg humping after you threw them a little bone. I've got sour news for ya, Jack. YOU'RE PATHETIC.
MEGA POP
Frost continues to scowl, Velvet yells something and Dusk & Ridge look ready to go. Frost however places out his arm to keep his “faithful” in line.
Dorling: See, I know I'm the new guy here. I know I'm not 'established' or whatever the fuck you think you are. You attacked ME?! You attacked the man with thousands of FULLY PAID UP MEMBERS OF TEAM DOOOOORRRLING!!!
CHEAP POP
Dorling: You played the numbers game. Seems like every other fucking douchebags around here do the same thing- yes MDK I'm talking about you and your little circus troupe - play the numbers game. Well done. But numbers have never been my strongpoint so they don't scare me.
Dorling starts to walk down the ramp, his friend following. The crowd noise starts to build.
Dorling: You hear that Frosty? YOU DON'T SCARE ME.
MEGA POP
Diamond “Now just wait a minute here, there’s no denying the HEART and COURAGE of that young man but even with a redwood as back up Chris maybe you should re-think this. Your road to WrestleWars ISN’T worth ruining against THAT ruthless S.O.B standing in the ring.”
Dorling climbs up the ring steps. His big friend pulls himself up on to the apron. Dusk and Ridge stare at the 6'8" man, and he meets their gaze ready to attack until Frost orders…..
Frost: Let him pass…… (looking at Dusk, Velvet & Ridge)….allow him entry into MY…(heat)…ring.
Dorling without hesitation tells his friend to “watch his back” leaving him standing on the apron as he walks through the middle rope and shoves Ridge aside with a verbal warning “Get the fuck out of my way.” Cameras then catch both Chris Dorling & Paul Frost standing face to face in the center of the ring with flash bulbs marking the occasion.
Frost goes to talk but Dorling puts his hand out and pushes the microphone back down. The crowd cheers.
Dorling: No. Your talking is over. These people didn't come here to hear someone the looks like Colonel Fucking Sanders preach to them about how he is the new sky daddy. In fact the ONLY thing you’re going to say is how I made you MY bitch.
MEGA POP
Cameras zoom in close to capture the reaction of “God” who just merely shakes his head taking back to the microphone.
Frost: Christopher…..allow…G O D….(heat)….to bestow onto you the WISDOM of knowing when to SHUT YOUR MOUTH…(heat)….but most of all my wayward child….allow ME to inform you on the SIMPLEST fact there is…….
YOU CAN’T BOX WITH G O D
MEGA HEAT
Dorling immediately steps up, nose to nose with Frost in the center of the ring with tensions reaching a boiling point, as the microphones can pick up their heated conversation.
“REALLY? I told you I am NOT afraid and I’m dam sure I can knock your teeth down your throat.”
Frost throws back a grin before outstretching his arms
“There’s no need to fear when one’s faith will always shield them from harm no matter how HARMLESS they actually are.”
Diamond “The show GOES ON….thankfully this Holy War will have to wait till after the second round of the Intercontinental Title tournament.”
A light chant of “Let them FIGHT” is sparsely heard around the arena as Dusk, Velvet & Ridge now all stand in front of their “God” blocking any & all retaliatory measures that Dorling could have done. Frost smugly drops his microphone & makes his way out of the ring with his “faithful” following as cameras catch Lunacy making his way towards the ring……..
Masters: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS AN IC CONTENDERS TOURNAMENT SEMI-FINAL MATCH SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! IN THE RING AT THIS TIME, FROM KANSAS CITY, WEIGHING IN AT 210 POUNDS… LUNACY!
Lunacy does a few in-ring stretches and soaks in the booing of the fans. He ignores them completely before turning his attention to his opponent.
Masters: AND HIS OPPONENT…
The opening bars of 'The Day is My Enemy' hits the PA and Dorling slowly appears on stage, glass of red wine in hand. As the song kicks in, red and yellow pyro shoot to the sky either side of the ramp and Dorling walks to the ring, nodding his head in tune with the music.
Masters: FROM LAS VEGAS, WEIGHING IN AT 205 POUNDS… CHRIS DORLING!
Between drinking wine and slapping hands with the fans, Lunacy wasn’t impressed one bit. In fact, he figured this was gonna be fun.
Baxter: Oh, dear God, not this buffoon! Lunacy, beat that guy’s ass so we can move on!
Dorling stops and hops into the ring to continue to dance to his music, but immediately gets cut off with a nasty blow to the back of the head from Lunacy, attacking like a pitbull catching an intruder in his back yard.
The bell rings and Lunacy immediately goes to work, stomping the holy hell out of Dorling before whipping him back to his feet. Several hard fists came down on the skull of Dorling as he gets whipped to the ropes. Off the rebound, Lunacy strikes the infamous personality with a HARD boot to the skull, sending him flying back into the ropes. Dorling ends up where he does NOT want to be – tied in the ropes.
Sure enough, with his arms restrained, he’s an easy target for Lunacy, opening right hand after right hand directly into the face. The referee starts the mandatory five-count, but Lunacy backs off after four. The referee helps out Dorling from the ropes, but Lunacy is already back on the attack, nearly taking off Dorling’s head with a stiff Clothesline! Immediately, he goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Dorling fires the shoulder up, but Lunacy snaps on a tight headlock and puts his opponent in a bad place. Dorling tries to make the most of this awkward situation by throwing some hard elbows into Lunacy’s gut as he tries to get back to his feet. The fans start cheering him on, but Lunacy snaps him right back down across his knee with a modified whipping backbreaker. Lunacy quickly hops atop the King of Vegas and pummels him to death with several more right hands to the temple. This time, he nearly ignores the five-count from the referee, but Lunacy stops of his own accord right before he would’ve been disqualified from this tournament.
Lunacy takes a moment to soak in the jeering and calls for his head from the fans as he eggs Dorling to get up, possibly looking to end this match pretty early. Dorling complies with his silent requests as he tries to get to his feet, only to be snapped in a front chancery. Lunacy gets ready to snap him up – possibly for a grounded version of the Coils of MadJACKKNIFE ROLL-UP BY DORLING!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Diamond: VERY close call there by Dorling. Lunacy was almost eliminated after dominating this match so far.
Baxter: Fluke. It’s a fluke. Dorling ain’t gonna know what hit him!
Connolly: You don't pay attention to the matches, do you?
Baxter: I pay attention enough to be right.
Connolly: Which is never.
Lunacy gets back to his feet, but Dorling cuts him off at the pass with a European Uppercut to the jaw. Two more shots get fired right into Lunacy’s jaw before Dorling whips him… Lunacy reverses the whip and waits for him to come back off the rebound, but Dorling quickly LEVELS Lunacy with a hard Owen Hart-style Leg Lariat!
Diamond: Dorling is finally coming back into his own now. That leg lariat did a number on the Royal Family member.
Connolly: That it did. Dorling is showing his resilence which makes him a dangerous competitor.
Baxter: Oh, he got lucky. Lunacy’s lulling him into a false sense of security, then he’ll do his best Ike Turner impression when he pops Tina here in the mouth!
Well, that certainly wasn’t happening right now. Lunacy gets back to his feet, only to be struck across the chest with a few hard knife-edge chops.
WHOO!
WHOO!
WHOO!
WHOO!
Four hard chops catch Lunacy off-guard long enough for Dorling to follow up with a snapmare takeover, putting Lunacy on his ass as he hops over him, runs to the ropes and comes back with a seated dropkick to the face! The hook of the leg follows.
ONE!
TWO!
TH…KICK OUT!
Dorling, looking completely unsure of what to do next, takes a few moments to start off his next move. He picks Lunacy up and attempts a scoop slam of some sort, putting Lunacy on his back yet again. He starts to ascend the second turnbuckle. He tries for a double axe-handle off the second rope, only to eat a BIG dropkick to the chest!
Baxter: And that’s the game, kids! That dropkick from Lunacy puts Dorling back where he belongs… on his back.
Lunacy takes a moment to shake off the pain in his legs from dropkicking his opponent in mid-air. Once that’s done, he drags Dorling to the center of the ring and seats him up by tugging on his hair.
Lunacy: Root for this, assholes…
And on that highly colorful (see: only Lunacy could hear himself) note, Lunacy begins to rain down clubbing blows into the back of Dorling’s head.
Baxter: I bet that’s not the first time this guy has taken punches to the back of the head…
Diamond: What’s THAT mean?
Baxter: Oh, ye of little sexual experience.
Connolly: Are you saying you’re used to that sort of thing?
Baxter: SHHHH! Match!
After the twenty or so blows, Lunacy pulls him back to his feet, only to hold him up in a front suplex, then dropping him body-first across the top rope. He then bounces off the adjacent rope then hits him HARD with a running knee lift to the jaw that sends him tumbling to the floor. Lunacy follows him right away and wraps him up in a modified bearhug before PLOWING Dorling back-first into the ropes. Once that’s done, he whips Dorling back into the ring and laughs.
Baxter: Lunacy’s never looked better than he does right now, folks. He’s focused and channels his hatred of his fellow man into this match.
Diamond: That’s not something to be proud of, but I have to agree. Lunacy’s more focused than we’ve seen him, albeit for the wrong reasons.
Connolly: A focused Lunacy is a scary Lunacy.
Lunacy takes another moment to flip the fans the bird, then goes to attack Dorling, but he catches him with the small package!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Lunacy gets free at the last second, but Dorling, feeling the second wind, runs at him and rolls him up with a school boy now!
ONE!
TWO!
THR…NO!
Lunacy, once again, gets the shoulder up, but is back to his feet after the quick flash pins. Dorling tries for a punch, but Lunacy blocks it and lets him have it with a nasty Throat Thrust that ebbs him of his precious oxygen. The quick win was Dorling’s best bet against the newly reinvigorated Lunacy, but it seemed that was out of the cards. Lunacy snaps him over with a snapmare of his own, then SMACKS him across the back with a hard kick.
Then another.
Then another.
Connolly: Lunacy is absolutely unrelenting right now. He’s softening up Dorling’s back for something awful, no doubt.
And he was right… Dorling found himself quickly trapped up in a modified surfboard where Lunacy pulls on the back while wrapping both arms around his throat with a Chinlock.
Baxter: Nice execution on the surfboard! He’s got this bastard right where he wants him now.
Dorling screams out in pain as pockets of fans try to rev him up to fight back, but Lunacy was putting him through submission wrestling hell. He continues the pain of the gruesome submission hold until he finally decides to let go… but not for the better. He stands up and snaps Dorling up into a variation of an Inverted Boston Crab, still putting pressure on the hold.
Diamond: Now this is something you don’t normally see out of Lunacy, usually choosing to either brawl or outfly his opponents. Very smart move, keeping Dorling grounded and not giving him room to move.
Some more fans start cheering for Dorling as the hold is excruciating hold is locked in. He starts to scurry his way to the ropes, dragging Lunacy with him. Inch by inch, he claws at the ground, but Lunacy tries to fight against him, pulling him back a step. Dorling doesn’t want to give into the hold as he shakes his head frantically whenever the referee asks him.
Baxter: Tap, you dumbass!
Diamond: You think that all by yourself?
Baxter: Shut your wordhole, you announcing asshole!
Connolly: Want me to smack him, Derrick?
Diamond: Please.
Dorling is mere inches away… HE GETS THE ROPES!
Lunacy, begrudgingly, lets go of the hold, but snares Dorling’ feet the second he gets back up. Dorling hobbles around on one foot, trying to shut out the pain in his back, but he has enough in him to blast the Lunacy in the head with an Enzuigiri!
Baxter: No!
Diamond: And there we go! Both men are down and out right now, but Dorling possibly put all he had into that Enzuigiri kick.
The referee starts the mandatory ten-count in the event of a knockout that’s only ended like one match in two billion years of wrestling or so. At the count of seven, Lunacy’s back up followed by Dorling, who quickly blocks a right from Lunacy, then lets him have a shot to the head. Two more shots find their way into Lunacy’s face before he goes for a whip to the corner. Lunacy reverses it and slams him back-first into the ropes. He runs in, but Dorling gets both feet up, hitting Lunacy in the face and making him stagger back. Dorling runs forward and puts him on his ass with a Spinning wheel Kick!
Diamond: Another kick from Dorling! What a move right there!
Dorling hops back to his feet and the fans eat it up and cheer on Dorling as Lunacy gets back to his feet. Dorling has to stop to try and shake off some of the pain in his back, but he gets back into it when Lunacy runs at him only to be snapped back down to the mat with a Clothesline Takedown! He goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Lunacy gets the shoulder up and Dorling’s back is still killing him, but he uses his adrenaline rush to fight through the pain. He picks Lunacy up and dumps him up and over with a HUGE Release German Suplex that even DL looks shocked he could pull off.
Baxter: Where’d THAT come from? Is he channeling Chris Benoit or something?
Connolly: Whatever he’s getting it from, if he keeps it up, we could witness a big upset in the making!
Dorling starts to slowly ascend the turnbuckles. He nearly tumbles off, but holds on in the Diamond of time. After a sigh or relief, he measures his target as Lunacy rises to his feet, only to eat both boots with a missile dropkick! Dorling, after shaking off the impact, hurriedly goes for the cover on Lunacy once again.
ONE!
TWO!
THR…KICK OUT!
Baxter: HOO-RAY! The jobber got in his last bit of strength. Lunacy’s got his ass now.
Diamond: What match are YOU watching? Dorling almost had it won.
Connolly: Told you he don't pay attention.
Once again, Dorling is beside himself with frustration. The gears in his head are really turning now, trying to think of ways to win this match. He goes to pick up Lunacy – possibly out of desperation – but Lunacy catches him off-guard completely with a desperation front jawbreaker of his own. Dorling goes stumbling into the ropes as Lunacy groggily gets back to a vertical base. Clearly, he’d had enough of this buffoonery. He’d dominated much of this match and he’d be DAMNED if he got it robbed of him from Dorling. He grabs Dorling by the head once more and introduces his face to the turnbuckle twice.
Baxter: This is gonna be the end of Dorling, Diamond. I can feel it.
Diamond: This could very WELL be the end!
Dorling is set on the top rope with Lunacy hooking him for the hold. He blasts him with an Uppercut just to stun him, then goes for belly-to-belly… but Dorling hangs on to the top rope and kicks him away! He hops off the top rope and advances on Lunacy, but he catches him right in the mush with a big back elbow. Now in complete control once again, he sneers at his opponent and tosses him once more into the ropes looking for that one killing blow…
The lights go out! The draw back up seconds later to reveal GX IN THE RING!
Lunacy drops Dorling and charges towards GX! The lights go dark and come back up quickly to reveal GX is gone and Lunacy appears confused. Dorling comes up behind Lunacy with a school boy!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The fans? Shocked.
Lunacy? Shocked.
Baxter? Oh, yes, absolutely shocked.
Dorling? Even MORE shocked than that.
His music rang throughout the arena as he quickly rolls out of the ring.
WINNER: DORLING
Diamond: Dorling has come into the WGWF and within two months finds himself in position to challenge for the IC title as he’s just made the finals of the Intercontinental Championship Contenders Tournament!
Dorling backsteps up the ramp as Lunacy argues with the referee as we fade to a Wrestle Wars Twelve Advertisement.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE UPDATE:
We cut back to ringside with Derrick Diamond and Derek Baxter.
Diamond: Ladies and gentleman it was two weeks ago on this very program we were scheduled to see Andy Johnson-Page defend his WGWF Television Championship against his biological father Chris Page; but that isn’t what we got.
Baxter: What we got was a cold, calculated attacked laid out by the mastermind that is Chris Page. It was perhaps one of the most brutal assaults I’ve ever witnessed live on Monday Night Brawl . What you’re about to see isn’t for a weakened heart and if you have small children you might want to take them out of the room.
Diamond: Here’s what happened last week.
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……..
We fade back to ringside to Derrick Diamond and Derek Baxter.
Diamond: At this time it’s unknown if we’re going to see Andy back inside the squared circle and his involvement at Wrestle Wars Twelve is still up in the air. In just a few moments we’re going to speak to Andy live via satellite and he is going to update us on his condition; but Derek, Chris Page went too far two weeks ago.
Baxter: Some say he did while others say that he didn’t; I’m not making excuses for his actions but perhaps this entire situation has finally broke Chris Page. In 2017 he lost his wife, his kids and half of everything he made for himself because Andy Johnson came into the equation.
Diamond: I’m being told that we’ve got Andy live now… Andy are you there?
The crowd pops HUGE as Andy Johnson-Page appears on the Jumbo Tron with the words “live from Las Vegas” written on the lower right hand portion of the screen. He is sitting in the living room of his home and has the TV Title resting in his lap facing the camera with his right index finger up his nose digging for some buried treasure before quickly realizing he’s now live and yanks it from his nose.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “Sorry I wasn’t ready.”
Andy tries to laugh it off while continuing.
ANDY JOHNSON- PAGE- “But yes I’m here.”
Baxter: Andy, we all just relived what happened to you two weeks ago in New Orleans and I think the biggest question on everyone’s mind is… when are you going to vacate the Television Championship since your career is now over?
The crowd erupts with loud boo’s!!
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “Look at Derek Baxter with the jokes tonight!”
Baxter: It’s a legitimate question because just last week your status was listed as a class three concussion; there’s no way anyone will clear you to compete at Wrestle Wars and if you don’t compete at Wrestle Wars why would you deprive the fans of seeing the TV Title being defended?
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “Is this guy for real right now? I’m here tonight to give an update on my condition because yeah, two weeks ago I took one of the most savage beatings any one man has ever taken in his life. My father jumped me from behind like a coward, my father attempted to end my career. AND then he tries to come to the hospital and finish the job. Little does he know, but he’s not the only visitor I’ve had here at the hospital. But with that being said, does it look like I’m going to walk on television and hand over this belt that I busted my ass to get?”
Baxter: It just seems kind of selfish is all.
Diamond: Andy look past him and I’m sorry he jumped all over this interview.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “It’s cool because he won’t stop me from delivering the message I’ve asked for the time to deliver.”
Diamond: What’s the latest prognosis?
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “I won’t lie to any of you, it’s not good; however, we are pending two results that should come back next week which will determine if I’m going to be able to get back into the ring at all,….”
The Nashville crowd roars with loud boo’s as the music starts to play which completely cuts off Andy Johnson. The boo’s grow to massive levels as Chris Page emerges out to the top of the ramp. He’s in his ring gear for his upcoming contest later in the evening as he starts to make the walk to the ring!
Chris completely ignores the fans as he reaches ringside and immediately climbs up on the ring apron and steps through the ropes and into the ring. Chris demands a microphone as he walks across the ring reaching out through the ropes where he’s handed a microphone by Donald Masters. Chris turns facing the Jumbo-Tron as the music fades away and he raises his microphone.
CHRIS PAGE- “Why don’t you stop dancing around the subject and go ahead and tell all these people that your career is FINISHED and I am the man that is completely responsible for it.”
The crowd roars with boo’s and as we see Andy try to cut back in only to be talked over by Chris Page.
CHRIS PAGE- “You know what… We’ve seen and heard enough from you, guys in the back go ahead and cut that feed.”
We see a split screen where Adam Barker is actually inside the production truck screaming out at the top of his lungs at the director.
ADAM BARKER- “CUT THE DAMN FEED!”
Suddenly the feed cuts to static as we go full screen on Chris Page in the middle of the ring to a crowd that’s all over him with massive boo’s.
CHRIS PAGE- “Spoiler alert…”
Chris seriously states.
CHRIS PAGE- “Andy isn’t going to be cleared to compete at Wrestle Wars Twelve like you all wish he would and the guy that you all can get on your knees and thank is standing in the middle of this damn ring!”
The heat is unreal for Page as he looks directly into the camera and states.
CHRIS PAGE- “And if Andy does decide he wants to show up on the grandest stage of them all then I am here now to tell you Andy, and to tell the entire wrestling world that what I did to you two weeks ago isn’t a drop in the damn bucket to what I’ll do to you if you show up in Atlanta.”
There’s a massive chant of “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” that echoes throughout the building.
CHRIS PAGE- “Andy Johnson is FINISHED!”
Page drops the microphone as the scene fades.
Diamond: Well folks, we’re back with more wrestling action! Our semi-final next match should be an interesting one, to say the least: Black Death vs. John Gambino!
Baxter: I think Gambino is going to come out on top.
Diamond: Why do you say that?
Baxter: Because I’m the heel commentator!
Baxter sighs.
Connolly: If heel means stupid, then you are correct sir.
Masters: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: John Gambino!!!
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. 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.
Connolly: The epitome of confidence right there, folks.
Baxter: If Gambino loses this match, I’m sure there’ll be riot and Black Death will be ripped limb from limb!
Gambino checks the tape on his wrists and waits for his opponent. Black Death exits from the backstage area before Masters can announce him, or Gambino’s music changes, and he marches straight toward the ring. Security jogs with Black Death, who pays them no heed.
Nick: Like Black Death needs security guards…
The production crew hurriedly cuts off Gambino’s music and plays "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple Orchestra, but Black Death is already in the ring. Masters tries to speak…
Masters: And his opp-
Masters is cut off as Black Death’s voice echoes into the microphone.
BD: Gambino, you are dead!!
Masters screams and dives out of the way as Death surges forward at Gambino. The music, once again, cuts off as the bell is hurriedly rung. Gambino’s eyes dilate as Death rapidly gets large and larger in his field of vision, and then they close and he squeals as a clothesline from Death knocks Gambino off his feet and onto the back of his head.
Diamond: I think Death is looking to do damage. No showboating this time.
Connolly: He better. Gambino may be the most dangerous man in WGWF.
The crowd offers Death a mixed reaction, but it quickly shifts to a full fledged cheer-fest as Gambino is knocked off his feet. Death grabs Gambino by the back of the head and sends him into the ropes. Gambino rebounds and thunders back towards Death and tries for a shoulderblock. Both men hit each other, but Gambino is the one who falls onto his back.
Diamond: I believe Black Death weighs over three hundred pounds. He’s got the weight advantage on Gambino.. but John clearly is in better shape.
Death doesn’t laugh, and instead he boots John in the stomach and kicks him in the side of the head. The referee yells at Death to play fair, and BD shrugs and kicks Gambino in the head again. The ref threatens to eject Death, and finally Black Death obliges. BD leans forward and grabs Gambino, lifting him again and sending him into the ropes. A big boot later, and Gambino is staring up at the ceiling again.
Gambino crawls along the mat for dear life, but Death stomps harshly on his ankle. BD reaches down and grabs Gambino by the legs and drags him back into the center of the ring, only to fall onto Gambino’s back and wrap Gambino in a headlock!
Diamond: Black Death putting on a submission… mat hold?
Gambino gurgles and flails as Death sandwiches him to the mat. The referee checks to make sure Gambino is all right, and he babbles in reply. Death rolls onto his back, pulling Gambino up on top of him, and wraps his huge legs around Gambino’s waist. BD rests for one moment and then every muscle in his massive frame contracts, causing Gambino’s eyes to bulge out of his head.
Baxter: Don’t count Gambino out, he’s a fighter!
Connolly: First smart thing you've said all night…
Death relaxes again, and then tenses up once more and squeezes every ounce of breath out of Gambino. Gambino claws at Death’s hands, trying to get him to let go. Gambino finally pulls his head forward and then back, headbutting Death in the face. Death doesn’t flinch, while Gambino yelps.
Baxter: Did he just hurt himself?
Diamond: Yep.
Baxter: WRONG! He’s impervious to pain! What kind of a journalist are you?!
Death roars and squeezes one last time, before dumping Gambino to the side and standing up. Gambino gets on his hands and knees, drooling on the mat, and pants. Death fixes a stray suspender and raises his arms over his head. He turns, his arms still raised, and brings them together and axe handles Gambino over the back, knocking him to his stomach. Death curses and rains boots down on Gambino’s back, cursing and swearing.
Gambino screams and rolls out under the ropes to the floor, but Death continues to follow him. By the time Gambino is on his feet, Death has his hands firmly on his shoulders from behind. Gambino screams, but Death holds him and chucks him to the side, knocking him into the steel post. Gambino staggers back into BD’s arms, and Death sends him face first into the protective glass in front of the audience!
Diamond: Black Death is all business tonight!
Gambino falls to his knees while the ref continues to count inside the ring. Death shoves Gambino back into the ring and climbs in after him. Gambino gets on his knees and puts his hands up, begging Death to spare him. Death ignores Gambino and grabs him by the head, and Gambino nails a low blow on Death.
A low, deep grunt exits Death’s chest and he pauses for a moment, blinking, and absorbing the blow, and then goes straight back to work. BD sets Gambino’s chin on his knee and stomps, and Gambino is on his back. BD goes for a cover!
1…2…BD pulls Gambino up!
Diamond: What?
Black Death laughs and wags his finger at Gambino.
Diamond: BD thinks Gambino was going to let him end the match, and he doesn’t want to be done yet!
Baxter: That’s a pretty cool move, honestly.
BD sends Gambino into the ropes. Gambino rebounds into a haymaker by Death. Gambino rocks back into the corner. BD charges and hits him with a shoulderblock and pulls Gambino out of the corner. Hooking the arm, Death roars and wrenches Gambino up into a suplex and sends him crashing down to the mat. The ring shakes and bounces, nearly falling apart from over six hundred pounds of force, and Gambino bounces and shakes, grabbing his back.
BD gets back up, rage still burning in his eyes, and stomps Gambino on the forehead. Another warning from the ref, and BD bounces off the ropes and leaps for an elbow drop. Gambino barely dodges to the side and BD crashes to the mat with authority. Death howls, grabbing his elbow while Gambino hurriedly gets to his feet.
John Gambino bounces off the ropes and kicks Death in the side, before stepping back and delivering a falling headbutt to Death’s ribs. BD roars and sits forward, only to be knocked down by a chop across the throat. Gambino lunges on BD and starts to choke him!
Baxter: Get him, Gambino!!
Connolly: You're such a cheerleader. You gonna blow him underneath the bleachers later?
Baxter: You think I'm his type?
BD bellows in rage and grabs Gambino’s hands, which clench around his thick neck. He manages to get a hold on his hands, and slowly, very slowly, begins to pull Gambino’s hands away from his throat. BD eventually sits forward, still holding Gambino’s hands, and the man’s expression changes from opportunism to terror. Death begins to bend Gambino’s hands backwards, twisting his wrists, and lunges at the man, nailing him in the nose with his forehead.
Blood sprays up into the air and onto Death, while a deep red smudge covers his forehead. Death gets to his feet, while Gambino howls and holds onto his nose. The ref goes to check on Gambino, but Black Death shoves the ref away and lifts Gambino to his feet. BD locks Gambino in a belly to belly suplex and spins, dumping him to the side with authority. BD bounces off the ropes and nails a legdrop, and then another, while Gambino flails and wails on the mat. Death gets to his feet, blood dripping down between his eyes, and raises his fists into the air again, much to the crowd’s happiness.
Death then turns and bounces off the ropes, running straight at Gambino, and leaps into the air. With one foot poised for Gambino’s throat, BD slams his boot over Gambino’s throat. John Gambino screams in agony and shakes, and Black Death drops down for the cover.
1…2…3!
Winner: Black Death
Diamond: We now know that Black Death will meet Chris Dorling in two weeks in the finals of the IC Title contenders tournament!!
Baxter: A fresh face is going to challenge Christian Connolly at Wrestle Wars and at this point it’s just a matter of whom is it going to be?
UNEXPECTED SURPRISE:
The cameras cut to the back where CCP is seen warming up for his match. He stops for a moment when he hears his text message tone… He grabs his cell and scans the screen with his eyes.
CCP: You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me… I’m going to finish this once and for all… Punk isn’t making it out of that hospital unless it’s in a body bag…
CCP slams his phone down on the ground and walks out of sight as the camera zooms in on the broken cell phone left on the ground. The camera picks up the image of Andy Johnson sitting in his hospital bed with some visitors… The visitors happen to be, Julie, Chris’s ex-wife and his two sons as the scene fades to black.
A CATALYST and a MONSTER?
Suddenly, the opening notes of "Catalyst" by Linkin Park hits on the PA. The Tron lights up with the new video, as a phoenix flame symbol swims onto the screen, and as Mike Shinoda and Chester Bennington begin a rapid-fire call and response duet, the crowd gets on it's feet as the letters GOD OF GAME form on the screen as well.
Diamond: Is this? ... IT IS! This is Kyle Shane's entrance music!!
Baxter: Did some monkey in the production truck whack the wrong button?! Kyle Shane isn't allowed here, Adam Barker had him thrown out of the arena last Brawl!!
But as the Linkin Park duo sing "And it can't be outfought, It can't be outdone, it can't be outmatched, it can't be out-won, NO!" those prophetic, defining words materialize as Kyle Shane comes marching out onto the stage. He's wearing his ring coat, the Assassin's Creed-tailored longcoat, he has a mic in one hand and a sheaf of papers raised triumphantly to the crowd in the other. He gets in close to the hard camera coming down the aisle, prancing the paperwork in front of the camera close enough for the fact that it's got a WGWF official corporate letterhead and a signature at the bottom of one of those pages. Kyle is cackling, as the crowd is starting a riotous "God of Game" chant. Kyle pivots as he stands at the foot of the ring, holding his arms outstretched and his head tilted back to take in the reaction.
Diamond: Overwhelming reaction for the returning God of Game.
Baxter: Where is security on this? Are we allowing this? This is so much more elaborate than him hopping the guardrail on last Brawl, this is... pompous, magnanimous and arrogant.
Diamond: Nobody ever accused Kyle Shane of being into keeping it low-key.
Kyle has entered the ring now, pacing around, feeding off the crowd's energy.
Kyle Shane: Now this is what I'm talking about, welcome to week two, ladies and gentlemen, of a little thing I like to call: "Kyle Shane is hijacking Brawl!" I'm out here on the same mission I laid out before. I am here to show up and prove my worth on the grandest stage of them all: MY STAGE, WRESTLEWARS. And I am here to put my boot up the asses of each and every one of the ass kissers and mongrels that are dragging this show down. Last time around I came out and interrupted the sacred main event between James Raven and MDK, and Adam Barker had me thrown out of the arena. But I'm back again, here to do it again... And guess what?
He waves the papers in front of his face, holding them like a shield.
Kyle Shane: ADAM BARKER! -- These papers mean I've got the forum to do so. These officially signed legally binding documents got me the spot on Monday Night Brawl I was craving, along with the entrance music, the attire and hell, the soapbox for me to come out in front of this crowd with a live microphone, bash you and your administration to shit, and you will have to PAY me for it! Signed, sealed, delivered, buddy, by YOUR general manager, Flash Rotten.
The crowd bursts into applause and cheers for Kyle's brazen words. Kyle flings the papers into the air with a laugh, letting them shower above his head in a storm of paperwork, fluttering down into the ring.
Kyle Shane: Go ahead, have a notary look that over.
Kyle takes the mic in both hands, pacing around with serious intent.
Kyle Shane: So Adam, you're just going to have to learn to like it, because I am HERE, tonight, with the same message, for you, and these mealy mouthed Suck Squad goons you have running around by the name of "The Royal Family". I'm here for that specific reason. To take them on at Wrestlewars. To show them that they do not hold this company in the palm of their hands. That they don't have the power.
Kyle's giddy good mood at being re-hired is growing more serious, businesslike.
Kyle Shane: Now a lot of people have been asking me on social media, Kyle, why are you even bothering with the Royal Family, criticizing them and calling them out? Well, it's not simply the fact that MDK and Alyce Starchylde have been engaging in acts of PDA and calling themselves the "King" and "Queen" and comporting themselves like we're five minutes away from getting a porn starring them all seven of them in a big pile, and it makes me vomit. It's not the fact that anyone could have seen they had Chris Page on their side... or when they wanted to run a numbers game in the West Coast Rumble, they hired the worst team of mercenary lowlife pieces of shit you could ever have asked for, in Lunacy, Dusk and Ridge.
He cocks his head to the side, ruminating in a bold and outspoken fashion as he continues pacing around the ring.
Kyle Shane: It isn't... JUST the fact that in the promos for the West Coast Rumble buildup, MDK said some shit that made me take notice, when he had to have known that I was listening, about how he had... beaten all of the main event talent in this company, including "that punk kid Kyle Shane"... which has never actually happened, by the way. MDK beat me sure, on the Summer Madness Card from the This Shit Never Happened Arena.
He's growing more passionate, driven and intense as he talks.
Kyle Shane: It isn't just the Royal Family at all. We have another contender that's returned, and is stripmining the WGWF of it's history and it's prestige thanks to the favorable actions of Adam Barker. Now, our favorite former D list direct to DVD movie star turned religious nutball Paul Frost has returned, and HE'S doing the exact same things that MDK and his Royal Family are up to! Paul Frost, who I beat at Wrestlewars 2015, now has his own family gathered around him, and he doesn't even have those idiots believing that they are kings and queens... they look up to Paul Frost and call him an actual, literal breathing on this Earth GOD! Despite the fact that Paul Frost FAILED to beat me. He FAILED to beat Tristan Slater for the World Championship and then at Wrestlewars last year, he did nothing. His hit men, Extinction, did nothing. And now Paul Frost returns, bringing Extinction and his followers with him, proclaiming himself the new Lord, savior and claiming they're all champions? That will not stand.
Bold. Outspoken. He cracks a smirk, eyes rolled innocently upwards, yet he knows he's hitting some very blue buttons here, and some touchy subjects. Some of the crowd are open-mouthed and shocked at Kyle Shane's vitriol, those who hadn't seen him work in a while anyway. Many others have begun loudly voicing their agreement. Kyle just stands there, taking it all in.
Kyle Shane: You see, my beef isn't just with the Royal Family, it isn't just with Paul Frost. It's about how both of them have conspired to rape and steal from the history of this company that I have spent six years building. It's more than that, it is the ongoing degradation of the soul of the WGWF, and the constant grind of these goddamn stables, thinking they can come in and run over, taking over whatever they want, proclaiming themselves our masters, YOUR Gods, and never giving anything back to you, the people. It's the same old song we've been playing all along, we've had some sucky stable just like the two of them going all the way back to 2012. I am tired of it, and dammit, I am ready to fight!!
The crowd backs him with an explosive, expressive roar, a cheer of agreement, solidarity, and pride in his words.
Kyle Shane: It is all of that, but those are incidental. I called MDK and the Royal Family out, just like I am calling Paul Frost and Extinction out, to show them that I am standing up, for this company. Because this company and I have had our tiffs and our dustups. But I love this company. I do love the WGWF, even after the times it's rejected me, made me want to quit, and made me want to walk away forever, I'm still standing here and coming back around because I want better for the WGWF than... all of them. Because I want better for it's championships to be soiled, it's rules to be bent to another ongoing, boring pack of jackals benefitting from a close association with the boss. Because Adam Barker is showing favoritism to them, ha I know, Kyle weren't you in a stable called #favoritism 4 years ago blah blah blah.
He takes off his Assassins longcoat, his voice growing tense with hard conviction. He looks down at the ring he's in, where he's standing, and up at the lights introspectively.
Kyle Shane: Because I've given the WGWF almost six of the best goddamn years of my life. I was 22 when I came here. Twenty two God damn years old and I came in and you fans embraced me and the management hated me for saying what I had to say but dammit, I gave it EVERYTHING I ever had and I came here to change the WGWF. And I DID IT. Because I am the God Mode Enabled. I am the Game Changer. I AM THE CATALYST. I AM THE ONCE, FUTURE AND ALWAYS GOD OF THIS FUCKING GAME!
As Kyle's voice goes to the last few sentences, it gets higher and higher until his last sentence is a defiant, throaty roar, a proclamation of such balanced arrogance and pride that the crowd embraces it and they love it and they chant "SHANE, SHANE, SHANE" and "God of Game" to the rafters. Kyle isn't playing to the crowd now, not holding his arms out, not celebrating their love back, he has an angry thousand yard stare down the ramp.
Kyle Shane: So when I want Paul Frost to listen, I want his "champions" to listen, however they want to give it to me at Wrestlewars, I want to beat it into their heads, I want to give them six years of frustration and loss and triumph and sorrow and drama, and HISTORY that they're shitting all over in their easy and lazy greed. I want to kick their asses for that reason ALONE! And I don't just want it at Wrestlewars, I want someone from the Royal Family OR Extinction, tonight, right here, RIGHT NOW!!
Kyle throws the mic down defiantly, and he shouts at them to come on.
Baxter: Can he do this?!
Diamond: He's hijacked the show again, he isn't going anywhere until we get someone from the two most dominant factions in the company!
Baxter: But can he do that, what do they have to prove from this loudmouthed, boastful idiot?
Diamond: I know Kyle, and I know his words were meant to incense the King, MDK, he wanted to goad Paul Frost. He wants a fight, and he's calling them out, so now we're going to see if they respond.
Suddenly, Kyle's head turns to the side of the ring as Ryan Dusk comes running in from one side, attempting to get up onto the apron. Kyle Shane runs over and cracks Dusk right in the mouth with a roaring elbow. Dusk goes flying off the apron, and he crashes the hard way into the steel guardrail at ringside. Kyle, having seen Dusk coming, spits some choice words and angry threats, telling Dusk to get his ass up. However, Kyle does not see Kenneth Ridge charging in from the other side of the ring, and Ridge levels Shane with a steel chair. Shane drops to his back. Ridge aggressively begins booting him down with stomps and clubs and boots until Shane doesn't try getting back up. Dusk shakes the cobwebs out of his head from a supine position in the aisle, then he starts crawling back up. Ridge lifts the chair up and drills the end of the chair into Shane's ribs again and again.
Diamond: Ridge is brutalizing Kyle Shane with that chair!!
Baxter: Look, this is very simple, Shane insulted GOD, he pissed off Paul Frost, and everyone these two men are loyal to. He challenged them to come out and fight them. What did he think was going to happen.
Diamond: I know Shane has a big mouth, but he has a lot of heart, and a lot of pride. You know he meant what he said about confronting them at Wrestlewars, and what it means to him.
Baxter: Be careful what you wish for. Shane is paying the price for his hubris now. And that shiny new contract Shane was running his mouth about isn't protecting him from this. He wanted back in, and he's getting it... the hard way.
Ryan Dusk has come back in the ring, swarming over Shane, animalistically ripping and choking at his throat. Ridge continues to stomp Shane and boot him down. He shouts some choice words at Shane, telling him he should have stayed gone. Dusk lifts Kyle Shane up, pinning his arms back as Ridge gets several steps back, then Ridge comes charging in with a steel chair shot to the head that makes the crowd cringe and cry out in sympathy, the kind that is extra worrying due to what we know about CTE syndrome. Shane is lifeless and Dusk still holds his arms, and Ridge motions that he's going to wind up and nail Shane with another cringeworthy chairshot.
Diamond: Someone needs to put a stop to this. This could legitimately end Shane's career.
Baxter: Shane already looks out after that first one.
Suddenly the crowd roars along as "Black Honey” by Thrice plays and SILENCE comes sprinting out to the ring. For such a big man he has put on a mammoth burst of speed, stopping Dusk and Ridge in their tracks. Dusk releases the wounded Shane to fall to the mat as the heavy antagonist charges the ring.
Diamond: Silence has stepped up to put an end to this!! Silence is out here to save Shane from another sick chair shot!
Baxter: Well we know he has stood up to the Royal Family in recent weeks. It may not even be about Kyle Shane as much as getting his hands on Ridge and Dusk.
It's true, there isn't much love lost with Shane and Silence, but as Silence gets in the ring Dusk and Ridge both exit through different sides of the ring. Silence roars for them, defying them to come back. Shane is still lifeless on the mat, bleeding profusely from where Ridge wrapped the chair around his head. Silence holds his arms up and roars. Dusk and Ridge have collected themselves and have regrouped together. They stand at the foot of the ring as Silence dares them to get back in. Dusk, showing no fear, starts to go for it, but Ridge shakes his head no, gripping his arm. Silence again taunts the two thugs. Ridge waves him off and leads Dusk away, walking up the ramp.
Diamond: Not tonight it seems.
Baxter: But what can this mean for Wrestlewars? Has Shane's bold challenge and provoking Extinction brought out a beating he can't withstand, and with Silence involved, what are his thoughts about what Kyle Shane was trying to do here tonight?
Silence is looking down at Shane, who is just starting to stir, but feebly holding his bloody head. Silence just stares down at Shane with an inscrutable expression, a mask of rage and contemplation, as the scene switches elsewhere.
PUSHED OVER THE LIMIT:
The fans ERUPT as JAMES RAVEN is shown arriving to the Bridgestone Arena for tonight’s Main Event. He’s in a rush, running late sucks. As he enters the building he’s ambushed by CHRIS PAGE and a Lead Pipe!! Page cracks Raven in the ribs with the pipe that doubles over Raven for Chris to drive the pipe down across the middle of his spine that drops Raven to the floor.
CHRIS PAGE- “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT ANDY?!?!
Chris lays the boots to James Raven as the crowd roars with loud boos. Chris throws the pipe to the ground before reaching down picking up an injured Raven where he drives Raven head first into the hood of a car on the loading dock that’s running. Page spins Raven around and starts choking Raven with both hands across his throat!
CHRIS PAGE- “ANDY WANTS TO PLAY!!”
Chris scoops James Raven up before slamming him on the front hood of the car followed by repeated right hands to Ravens forehead before pulling him off the car hood where he drags him around to the back of the car. The trunk is popped and Page dumps Raven in the back of the car before slamming the trunk shut. He comes around to the drivers side door where the window is rolled down revealing MDK behind the wheel to massive boos from the crowd.
CHRIS PAGE- “Take out the trash.”
Chris starts to walk towards the arena as we fade to ringside.
DORLING!
Dorling is seen walking towards the exit, gym bag slung over his shoulder and his large friend beside him. Denise Essex picks up the pace, her heels clattering on the concrete, as she tries to catch him before he leaves.
DENISE ESSEX: 'Dorling! Dorling, could I have a moment of your time?'
Dorling stops and turns, as does his friend.
DENISE ESSEX: 'After another interesting evening for you here in the WGWF, what are your thoughts on Paul Frost, and who is this man?'
She gestures to the tall, bald man who grins and swigs from a bottle of...vodka? Dorling goes to speak but the man holds up his hand.
'My name is Vitaly Petrovich. I will speak now because Dorling, he speak too much.'
DORLING: 'I...'
PETROVICH: 'HE SPEAK TOO MUCH.'
DORLING: 'Fair.'
PETROVICH: 'My name is Vitaly Petrovich and...'
DORLING: 'You already said that.'
PETROVICH: 'ENGLISHMAN! QUIET!'
Dorling grins and makes a mocking 'as you were' motion with his hands.
PETROVICH: 'Dorling is idiot. But he is friend. Many times we fight on same side and many times we win. We have faced church man before. His name was not Paul Frost, but they are all same. They are all fuckheads. Vitaly - this is me - and Dorling - this is him; we like to make fuckheads be quiet. Only difference is I like it to stay quiet after. Dorling talk. That is when I usually go back to Russia.'
DENISE ESSEX: 'So this is a warning to Paul Frost?'
PETROVICH: 'No warnings. No speaking. Just violence.'
DENISE ESSEX: 'And do you have anything to add to his, Dorling?'
DORLING: 'He doesn't know many words, but all the ones he does know - I like them. See ya around.'
With a wink to Denise, Dorling spins on the spot and he leaves, Vitaly in tow.
WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Masters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship…
The Nashville crowd pops big!!
Masters: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring he is the challenger; he stands in at six foot eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred seventy five pounds… “THE MONSTER” SILENCE!!
The crowd pops louder as Silence emerges out to the top of the ramp where he throws both arms up in the air letting out a roar that pops the crowd. The Monster Silence begins to make the walk towards the ring.
Diamond: Silence has a golden opportunity tonight as THE Tristan Slater is putting the title on the line!
Baxter: Here’s to hoping that Tristan has opened his mouth and inserted his foot and that Silence can play spoiler for Wrestle Wars Twelve.
The crowd is on fire for Silence as he reaches ringside and climbs up on the ring apron where he steps over the top rope and into the squared circle. Silence throws his arms up again letting out another primal scream drawing another pop from the crowd. The music fades away as the Monster paces back and forth inside the ring looking up towards the top of the ramp.
Masters: And his opponent….
There’s a massive mixed ovation with more boos than cheers being heard.
Masters: About to make his way to the ring, he is the WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…. THE TRISTAN SLATER!!
The mixed ovation grows as THE Tristan Slater emerges out to the top of the ramp with the WGWF World Title strapped around his waist. He stops at the top of the ramp looking down at the hungry monster that is Silence pacing back and forth waiting for his arrival.
Diamond: One has to wonder if THE Tristan Slater is questioning his decision to willingly put the title on the line.
THE Tristan Slater starts to make the walk towards the ring as he unstraps the World Title and hoists it high in the air with his right hand as he walks down the ramp. THE Tristan Slater reaches ringside where he makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron. He climbs the turnbuckles where with one foot on the top rope and one of the middle turnbuckle he looks down at Silence as he hoists the World Title up in the air!
Baxter: I’m going to enjoy watching this!
Slater comes off the top rope landing firmly on both feet on the mat. He hands off the World Title to the referee as Silence has stopped pacing back and forth. The music fades away as the referee shows the World Title to Silence and then walks back across the ring showing the title to Slater before he takes center ring and raises the World Title for all to see before passing the title out to the floor to Donald Masters.
Diamond: All that’s left is the opening bell.
Silence stares across the ring at the Champion while the referee calls for the bell.
DING… DING… DING…
Baxter: Here we go!
Slater looks across the ring at Silence where reality starts to set in that maybe this isn’t the best decision as the Monster charges across the ring! Slater quickly ducks his head through the top and middle rope causing the referee to cut off Silence who is trying to snatch up Slater. The crowd boo’s intently as the referee gets Silence back out towards the center of the ring. Tristan ducks back into the ring as Silence is a safe distance away. Tristan walks out towards Silence where he walks up to the monster slapping him across the face!
Baxter: Uh oh.
The crowd gasps as Silence stares intently at Slater as we see the World Champion take a deep gulp before swinging with a right hand! The crowd pops as Silence blocks the right hand before driving the his knee into the midsection of the Champion which doubles Slater over for Silence to drop to the mat with a clubbing blow across the shoulder blades! The crowd erupts as Silence starts stomping away on Slater’s back!! Silence reaches down picking the Champion up off the mat before hurling him back into a neutral corner! Silence charges in after Slater, Slater side steps Silence and its Silence who crashing into the buckles chest first! Slater spins Silence around where he laces a chop into the broad chest of Silence! Silence stares down at Slater snarling at him as he snatches the Champion by the throat with both hands! Silence comes out from the corner hurling Slater half way across the ring!!
Diamond: The Monster Silence just hurled Slater across the ring!!
The crowd roars as Slater pops back up off the mat only to be run over by a running clothesline from Silence to an even louder ovation as Slater takes a powder by rolling out to the floor clutching the back of his head and neck.
Baxter: I think the Champion was just surprised by the sheer power of Silence with that clothesline!
Slater shouts at some ringside fans before climbing back up on the ring apron where he steps through the ropes and back into the ring.
Diamond: Slater is going to have to find a way to get around the power game of Silence.
Silence stares over at Slater who paces back and forth before coming forward where he rises up his right hand calling for a test of strength that draws laughter from the crowd as Silence seemingly dwarfs Slater. Silence looks up at Slater’s hand and then down at Tristan where he laughs at Slater! Silence boots the Champion in the midsection to a roar from the crowd before we see Silence hoist Slater high in the air with a Military Press!!
Baxter: Silence has the Champion up in the air!!
Silence holds Slater up in the air where he walks around the ring with Slater high in the Military Press! The crowd gets louder and louder the longer Silence has Slater up in the air before finally driving Tristan into the mat finishing up the Military Press Slam!! Slater bounces off the mat and back to a vertical base where he backs up against the ropes only to be sent over the top rope and out to the floor with a running clothesline from Silence that blows the roof off the building leaving Slater crashing down on the floor!
Diamond: Slater might be second guessing putting his title on the line…
Silence comes forward stepping over the top rope and out to the ring apron before dropping down to the floor where he picks the Champion up off the floor where he delivers an open handed chop across Slater’s chest which echoes throughout the arena as he sends Slater back against the ring post. Silence charges forward looking to smash Slater against the post! The Champion drops out of the way sending Silence smashing off the ring post! Silence drops to one knee as we see Slater deliver a Shinning Wizard to the temple of the Monster!! The referee is at a four count as Slater rolls back into the ring encouraging the referee to continue the count!
Baxter: Slater wants the referee to count faster!
The crowd rallies behind Silence as the referee reaches the count of six and then seven before the Monster gets to one knee and at the nine count Silence rolls back into the ring under the bottom rope. Slater immediately comes forward stomping down at the head and face of the monster Silence to boos from the crowd!! The referee lays the count to Slater who backs away at the four count only to come back towards Silence stomping down on Silence head and face! Tristan shifts his attention to the right leg where Tristan starts stomping down on the surgically repaired right knee of Silence. The crowd continues to boo as Tristan takes the right leg and drapes it across the bottom rope and follows up by springing up in the air off the middle rope before crashing down across the knee cap! Silence screams out in pain as Slater picks up the right leg up off the mat before driving an elbow across the knee cap!! Slater pops up off the mat where he looks to snitch in the Figure Four Leg Lock! The crowd pops as Silence uses the left foot to shove Slater down to the mat! Slater pops back up to his feet where he charges towards Silence who is at one knee where Silence smacks Slater across the chest with an open handed chop!!
Baxter: Silence has his palm print on the chest of Slater!
Silence steps up to a vertical base as Slater charges back forward and Silence snatches him by the throat with both hands before driving a head-butt across the nose as the crowd roars in approval as Silence scoops Slater up and slams him down to the mat! Silence kicks his right leg out as he walks with a little limp towards the ropes as Silence bounces off the ropes delivering an elbow drop across the chest of Slater!! Silence makes the cover hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO…. THRE..
Slater kicks out to a small gasp from the crowd as the Monster Silence works his way back to a vertical base as he continues to sell the right knee as he walks towards Slater reaching down picking him up off the mat. Silence takes Slater back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Slater bounces off the near side and into a Side Walk Slam by Silence!
Diamond: Silence is imposing his will upon the World Heavyweight Champion!
Silence makes the cover!
REFEREE: ONE…… TWO……. THRE….
Slater kicks out to another gasp from the crowd! Silence gets back to his feet where he reaches down picking Slater up off the mat driving him back into a neutral corner before driving in shoulder blocks into the midsection of the World Heavyweight Champion! With each shoulder block landed the crowd gets louder and louder for Silence! The Monster shoots Slater across the ring and into the opposite set of buckles!! Silence charges across the ring after Slater only to see Slater come out of the corner with a low dropkick to the right knee which sends Silence falling towards the turnbuckles where he drives his head into the top turnbuckle!! Slater is back to his feet where he charges towards Silence delivering a running knee to the jaw with the assistance of the middle rope! Slater snatches Silence head and comes out of the corner looking to deliver a running bulldog headlock and as Slater attempts to deliver the bulldog headlock it’s Silence who counters with a Deep Six Slam drawing a massive ovation from the crowd!!
Diamond: We could have a new champion!!
REFEREE: ONE…… TWO….. THR…..
Slater kicks out once again to another massive gasp from the crowd at the nearest fall of the contest as Silence shifts his eyes towards the referee who shows him two fingers as the Monster works his way back to his feet. He reaches down picking Slater up off the mat, the crowd roars as Silence scoops Slater up over his shoulder!
Baxter: Running Powerslam!!!
Silence backs up into a neutral corner where he charges forward looking to deliver the Running Powerslam!! Slater manages to slide down the back of Silence where he follows up with a chop block to the back of the right knee of Silence which drops the Monster to one knee! Slater is back to his feet where he bounces off the near side and delivers a running Flatliner to Silence driving him head first into the mat! Tristan rolls the challenger over making the cover while hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THR….
Silence kicks out with power as he shoves Slater some three feet into the air and then back down the canvass as the crowd roars! Slater is to both knee’s glancing towards the referee with a look of utter shock at the power displayed by Silence. Slater stands to his feet where he immediately starts stomping down on the right knee of Silence!
Diamond: Slater is staying on top of the surgically repaired right knee of the Challenger!!
Baxter: If he’s smart he’s going to draw a freaking bull’s eye on it.
Tristan picks up the right leg of the Monster before managing to turn him over and apply a single leg Boston Crab! The referee is in prime position as he starts to ask Silence to surrender! The Monster refuses as we see Tristan crank back on the right leg and knee!! The referee asks Silence a second time to surrender and again he refuses! Tristan transitions from the single leg crab into a STF submission! The referee continues to ask Silence to surrender and again he refuses before breaking the grasps of Slater’s hands around his forehead before throwing his head backwards and into the face of Slater!
Diamond: That’s one way to counter!
Slater rolls around on the mat clutching at his face and nose before using the ropes to work his way back to his feet as the Monster Silence pushes himself up and back to a vertical base where he’s selling the right knee. Slater comes forward swinging with a wild right hand that’s blocked by Silence and countered with a right hand of his own that rocks the Champion! Slater bounces off the ropes looking for another right hand only to be caught by the throat by Silence! The crowd erupts as Silence hoists Slater up in the air before driving him down into the canvass with a massive Chokeslam that blows the roof of the Bridgestone Arena! Silence drops down into the cover hooking the near leg of the World Heavyweight Champion!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THRE….
There’s a massive gasp from the crowd as Slater pops a shoulder up off the mat at the very last possible second.
Diamond: Eyelashes away from crowning a new World Heavyweight Champion!
Silence cuts his eyes towards the referee as he starts to work his way to a vertical base while Tristan rolls towards the ropes and back out to the floor. Silence walks towards the ropes where he steps over the top rope and out to the ring apron before dropping down to the floor where he reaches down picking Slater up and hurls him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Silence slides back into the ring where he uses the ropes to reach a vertical base where he looks down at Slater before calling for his Running Powerslam which brings Nashville to their feet!
Baxter: Silence could be moments away from putting the exclamation point on becoming the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion!
Silence reaches down picking Slater up off the mat where he scoops him up over his shoulder!! Silence backs up into a neutral corner before gaining a full head of steam! Slater slides down the back of Silence at the last second while shoving him forward and into the referee!! The official is sent sailing out to the floor through the ropes upon impact! Silence turns around finding Slater where he eats a boot to the midsection! Tristan positions Silence looking to deliver the Flip Piledriver! The crowd pops big as Silence counters with a back body drop! Silence spins around reaching down snatching Slater up off the mat where he scoops him up over his shoulder before driving him violently into the mat with the Running Powerslam!!! Nashville erupts as Silence makes the cover hooking the near leg!
CROWD: ONE….. TWO….. THREE…. FOUR… FIVE….
Silence breaks his cover as he shifts his attention towards the referee who is out on the floor barely moving. Silence rolls towards the ropes and out to the floor where he starts to check on the referee while in the ring Tristan slowly starts to gather himself as he rolls over to his chest and pushes himself up off the mat and back to a vertical base where he goes to a neutral corner before starting to remove the protective padding over the top turnbuckle where he exposes the steel!!!
Diamond: Slater just exposed the turnbuckle!!
Out on the floor the Monster Silence attempts to reach down and pick up the referee when suddenly the fans erupt with loud boo’s as DUSK AND RIDGE rush ringside ambushing Silence from behing!!!
Diamond: DUSK AND RIDGE are attacking Silence!!
Baxter: The TAG CHAMPS are here!!
Diamond: Self-proclaimed tag champs!!
Tristan turns around and leans against the buckles watching as Dusk and Ridge as they stomp away at Silence! Dusk goes under the ring pulling out two steel chairs!! He hands one to Ridge as they are setting up Silence for a Con-Chair-To!! The crowd ERUPTS as KYLE SHANE rushes towards the ring, his forehead is wrapped in a in a white bandage that shows a hint of red from where the blood is seeping through!
Baxter: Kyle Shane is coming to the aid of Silence!!
Shane ducks a chair shot from Dusk while connecting with a Superkick to the chair in Ridge’s hands sending the chair back into Ridge’s face which sends Ridge over the security railing and into the crowd!! Shane spins around and drops his head where he elevates Dusk over the security railing and into the crowd with a back body drop!! Kyle reaches down picking up a chair and hops the railing giving chase to the Extinction through the crowd!!
Diamond: Kyle Shane leveled the playing field!!
Tristan shakes his head as he rolls to the outside of the ring where he then comes around the ring and as the referee is slightly starting to move he kicks him in the back of the head knocking him back to the floor!
Baxter: And that’s the WGWF Champion right there, that’s how he conducts himself.
Tristan reaches down trying to pick the massive monster up off the floor, he struggles but manages to pick him up and roll him into the ring! Tristan climbs back up on the ring apron where he spring boards off the top rope with a 450 Splash… Silence draws the knee’s up!! Nashville roars as the monster sits up before working his way to a vertical base! Tristan reaches his feet where he’s clutching his lower abdomen and turns around and into the scoop up over his shoulder before running towards the center of the ring! Slater squirms free and slides down the back of Silence sending the Monster crashing into the exposed turnbuckle chest first! Tristan comes up behind Silence where he bounces the Monster’s head off the exposed steel of the turnbuckles! Silence staggers backwards yet doesn’t fall!!
Baxter: Silence was just introduced face first into that steel buckle!!
Slater steps out to the ring apron where he drops down to the floor and heads to the time keepers table and snatches the WGWF World Title!! Slater slides back into the ring where he bounces of the ropes and chop blocks the right knee of Silence with the Championship belt which drops the monster to one knee! Slater looks towards the floor and see’s the referee is starting to once again comes around and start to move his arms and legs. He quickly bounces off the ropes where he drives the World Title into the skull of the Monster which finally sends him falling backwards to the mat. Slater tosses the belt out to the floor just as the referee pulls himself up using the ring apron. He looks in the ring seeing Slater laying on top of Silence with a cover! The official slowly slides into the ring
REFEREE: ONE………………. TWO………………… THREE!!!!!!!!!!
DING… DING… DING…
Masters: The winner of this contest… and still WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… THE TRISTAN SLATER!!
Tristan rolls towards the ropes where he calls for his belt. THE Tristan Slater is handed the World Title as he works his way to his feet where he hoists the title up in the air! Silence is shown slowly rolling towards the ropes where he falls to the floor as Slater celebrates his victory before calling for a microphone.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Now that’s how you topple a Monster!”
The fans roar with louder boos directed towards the ring as the World Heavyweight Champion continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “And much like I just SUCCESSFULLY defended my World Title I can look ahead and in two short weeks I can finish what I started with you… John.”
Just then the lights start to flicker before they fade to darkness for a mere four or five seconds and when the lights come back up Alyce Starchylde stands behind Tristan Slater! There’s a mixed ovation as she has a Barbwire Wrapped Bat in her hands!! Tristan starts to turn around where Alyce charges forward driving the Barbwire Wrapped Bat into the forehead of Slater busting the World Champion open as he falls to the mat! Starchylde jumps on top of Slater as she shreds the barbwire down into his forehead as he kicks and screams out in agonizing pain!!
Diamond: Alyce Starchylde has come to get her some of THE Tristan Slater!
Baxter: My Queen has finally arrived!!!
Alyce reaches her feet where she reaches down picking Slater up off the mat. Tristan lands several jabs to the midsection before driving Starchylde back into the buckles! He drives a series of shoulder blocks to the midsection…. Brother Maylock and Jackdaw hit the ring and bombard Slater from behind! They end up driving Tristan into the mat with a Double Chokeslam!
Diamond: The Royal Family is picking their spot much like Slater picked his spot two weeks ago with Starchylde!!
DING…. DING…. DING…
The bell means absolutely nothing as Maylock and Jackdaw put Tristan on his knee’s while holding him by both arms as we see Alyce start to skip around in a circle around all three while reaching down picking the microphone up off the mat in the process. She makes the complete circle around before stopping and looking down into the eyes of a bloody Slater who is forced to look up at Alyce.
ALYCE STARCHYLDE- “When will everyone start to understand that there’s going to come a time when you all kneel to the Queen.”
There’s a smattering of applause as she continues.
ALYCE STARCHYLDE- “Even YOU, Slater!”
Alyce hauls off slapping the World Champion across the bloody face before raising the microphone back to her lips.
ALYCE STARCHYLDE- “While you might have beaten a monster and have a date with a potato I will be the person that takes the WGWF World Title off your shoulders come Wrestle Wars Twelve. Keep it warm for me because come Wrestle Wars I’m going to take you to WONDERLAND!”
There’s a pop from the crowd as Alyce continues.
ALYCE STARCHYLDE- “That’s right, chump. You and I are going to compete in a Wonderland Match at Wrestle Wars Twelve! The rules will RANDOMLY change at any given time! Basically Slater, you’re done!”
Alyce comes forward with a Superkick to the bloody face of the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion sending him backwards to the mat as Alyce then picks up the WGWF World Title and raises it high in the air as Monday Night Brawl fades to black.