Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Mar 19, 2018 19:38:53 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENTS
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
3.19.18
TIME WARNER CABLE ARENA
CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA
Monday Night Brawl takes the air live from Charlotte, North Carolina…
DING…. DING… DING….
Masters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… About to make his way to the ring, representing the Royal Family, he is “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE!!!
Diamond: Your ears have not deceived you, ladies and gentleman we kick off Monday Night Brawl with a clash of two icons! Hello I’m Derrick Diamond joined as always by Professor Derek Baxter, and Derek how about this to kick things off tonight in Charlotte!
Chris Page emerges out through the curtain and to the top of the ramp to MASSIVE boos from the crowd as he starts to make the walk towards the ring.
Baxter: Anytime Chris Page and MDK clash it’s something special. It’s like Page and Frost or Frost and MDK or dare I even bring names like Famine of the Vile or Dean James it’s a clash of two of the all time greats in the history of this federation.
Chris Page reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron where he steps through ropes and enters the ring.
Diamond: This road to Wrestle Wars Twelve is in full swing and while MDK has a dance partner in John Cable it seems CCP, for the first time in seven years Page isn’t on the card.
Baxter: Let’s be fair that’s by choice because he pulled the plug on Andy’s career a few weeks ago.
Chris paces back and forth as his music fades away…
Masters: His opponent… about to make his way to the ring, representing the Royal Family…. He is the KING of the WGWF, M.D.K.
MDK emerges out to the top of the ramp with his eyes locked on CCP. He starts to make the walk towards the ring.
Diamond: I wonder what’s running through their minds right now knowing that they’re moments away from squaring off one more time.
MDK reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron and engages in a stare down with CCP which neither man refuses to lose. Slowly we see MDK step through the ropes and into the ring. The music fades away as Page and MDK intently stare at each other as the referee calls for the opening bell.
DING….. DING…. DING…..
The crowd erupts as two of the biggest icons in this organizations history stand on opposite sides of the ring for the first time in nearly six months and only the second time in five long years. Flashes from cameras are seen flickering throughout the entire arena.
Baxter: I think Charlotte is ready!
Chris and MDK start to walk out towards the center of the ring where an intense star down continues between the two men.
Diamond: You can almost feel that this is going to explode! Both of these men pride themselves on being the absolute best of the best!
Each man balls up their right fists with the crowd seemingly getting louder and louder with anticipation of blows being thrown when suddenly the balled up fist release by each man as smirks start to appear on their faces. Page and MDK walk to opposite sides of the ring where they slide out to the floor and each man tosses up their side of the ring apron.
Baxter: Wait… what the hell is going on?
The referee starts to count both men out as we see MDK slide two chairs in the ring while Chris Page slides a large square playing card table in the ring. He then reaches back under the ring where he grabs a plastic bag that is put on the ring apron before he kneels down and pulls out a silver tray which has a tea pot, two tea cups, a small plate of sugar cubes and a plate of crumpets is produced by Chris Page as he slides it under the bottom rope!!
Diamond: You’ve got to be kidding me!
Each man slides back into the ring at the referee’s six count!
Baxter: YES! I love it!
MDK sets up the two chairs while Chris Page opens up the card table and places it in the center of the ring between the two chairs. MDK reaches down and picks up the silver tray and goes to place it on the card table but is quickly shaken off by Chris Page and his index finger. Chris goes to the plastic bag where he produces a white table cloth! MDK starts to laugh as Chris is heard audibly saying.
CHRIS PAGE- “Can’t have a tea party without a fancy table cloth bro, you know that! You’re fucking English.”
Chris evenly places the white table cloth over the table before presenting it to MDK which garners laughter and applause from the crowd. MDK simply smiles while shaking his head before placing the silver tray down on top of the table cloth.
Diamond: Are we seriously about to have a Tea Party in the middle of what is supposed to be our opening contest?
Baxter: The bell has sounded and technically they’re both in the ring!
Chris and MDK take seats opposite each other with your King taking the silver tea pot before pouring himself a glass of tea followed by pouring Page a glass as well. MDK adds two sugars to each glass before the two men toast and sip their tea. The crowd begins to get a little restless as MDK motions for the referee to come over towards the table.
Diamond: These fans didn’t pay to see a freakin’ tea party!
MDK offers the referee a crumpet whom nods his head and reaches towards the plate when his hand is slapped by MDK who then gets up and pie faces the referee before shoving him backwards several feet as he verbally admonishes him for attempting to touch the plate.
Diamond: They’re making a mockery of this entire situation.
Baxter: You gotta admit it’s highly entertaining.
Charlotte erupts!!
Diamond: Now it’s gotten entertaining!!!
All attention shifts towards the top of the ramp as we see Chris get up from his chair and walk towards the ropes as his attention is diverted towards the top of the ramp. The crowd roars as Cable comes from under the ring!! He slides into the ring where he spins MDK around where he clotheslines him over the top rope and out to the floor!! Cable rolls out to the floor where he picks MDK up before throwing him over the security railing and into the crowd!
Baxter: John Cable has ruined a tea party between two friends.
Cable goes over the security railing and blocks a right hand by MDK and counters with a flurry of right hands as the two men start to brawl in the crowd! Page turns around and out of frustration he flips over the table sending crumpets flying! Cable and MDK brawl all the way to the back before disappearing behind the curtain!!
Diamond: Chris Page is livid in the ring!
Chris starts to walk towards the ropes to step out to the ring apron when the lights in the arena start to flicker. CCP stops in his tracks as the lights go out in the arena. A bright fiery phoenix appears on the titantron that lights up the arena… The bird lets out a loud screech
The lights come back on…
ANDY JOHNSON PAGE!!!!
CCP has no idea. Andy is armed! He has a steel chair wrapped in barbwire!!! The crowd is roaring as CCP has no idea what’s going on. He turns back…
WHAM!!!
Andy blasts CCP over the head with the steel chair encased in barbwire. CCP instantly hits the mat and is bleeding profusely. Andy drops the chair down to the ground. Andy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of hand cuffs and raises them into the air. He reaches down and clamps one end down onto CCP’s arm. Andy drags CCP to the ropes and connects the other end of the hand cuff around the ropes and to CCP’s other hand. Andy reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a roll of duct tape. Andy rips off a huge chunk and seals it over CCP’s mouth to the delight of the crowd! They break out in a
ANDY!
ANDY!!
ANDY!!!
ANDY!!!!
Chant as Andy asks for a mic! Andy gets the mic and slowly starts to pace around the ring.
Andy: Sorry Chris… I really wanted you out here to hear this announcement loud and clear. I wanted no interruptions so I had to take the necessary precautions.
Andy tosses the duct tape roll at CCP as the cobwebs have started to clear and CCP realizes, he is at the mercy of his son.
Andy: About a month ago Chris… You tried to take something away from me. You tried to take away my lively hood. We don’t need to show the footage again, because I’m sure everybody has seen it more than once and quite frankly I don’t want to see it again and I’m sure all the fans here don't want to either
Andy continues to walk back and forth, pacing right in front of CCP…
Andy: It’s been a god damn struggle, waking up every day god damn day not really knowing what day or time it is. The fog hasn’t cleared, and you know what it may never clear. I’ve been through all the tests that is known to man, I’ve done EVERYTHING….. Within my power to be ready for Wrestle Wars, but there’s one problem….
Andy stops and stares right at CCP.
Andy: WGWF and other medical doctors…
The crowd goes dead silent.
Andy: Haven’t cleared me to compete at Wrestle Wars…
The crowd erupts into loud boos and Andy nods his head. Andy reaches into his pocket and pulls out an envelope.
Andy: But, with some legal help from some good friends of mine around here. Even against their best wishes and intentions, drew up this piece of paper right here.
Andy opens up the envelope and pulls out a paper. He unfolds it slowly.
Andy: Here’s what it says… Andy Johnson Page hereby waives ALL legal and medical advice from WGWF, and will NOT hold any executives of the WGWF responsible for an…… UNSANCTIONED TV TITLE MATCH VS. “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE AT WRESTLE WARS!!!
The roof nearly pops off the building at the announcement…
Andy: I’ve all ready signed this bitch too. All it needs is your signature….. DAD. I know what a lot of people are thinking… That I’m absolutely out of my mind for wanting this… This is…. THE match I want. This is THE MATCH, where I go from being merely a boy in this game, to being the MAN I WANT TO BE!! This time you won’t attack me like the bitch you are, you’ll have to face me, one on one in the centre of the ring. On the biggest stage of them all… Wrestle Wars. The platform that made you who you are today in this business. This isn’t a passing of the torch moment, but a TAKING of the torch moment. I know in your sick mind, you’ll never be able to pass that torch, but you won’t have to worry about passing it because I’m taking it from you in front of 100 thousand strong in Atlanta.
Andy walks over to CCP and tosses the paper onto CCP and slides it of the ring and walks up the ramp to chants of ANDY!!
Andy stops before shaking his head before turning back around where he slides back into the ring and forces Page’s signature to the contract in his father’s own blood!! The crowd roars as Andy picks his father up off the mat before driving him down into the canvass with a PAGE PLANT !!
Andy reaches his feet to a massive, massive ovation from the crowd as he looks down at his father before pointing to the Wrestle Wars Twelve logo.
Diamond: The boy has become a man tonight in Charlotte, North Carolina!!
Andy stares into the camera as he lowers his hand. We fade backstage.
WHO WANT’S TO WALK WITH…. GOD!
B L A C K O U T
A single spotlight illuminates the ring & standing under it is none other than the “Man in White”, “God” himself Paul Frost. Much to the dismay of this capacity Charlotte crowd however it should be noted than slung over both his shoulder’s sit HIS new WGWF Tag Team Championship’s which glimmer from the spotlight above.
Diamond “Besides his usual unwanted appearance, Paul Frost standing in the center of that ring is certainly an unusual sight none the less.”
Baxter “I agree Derrick I mean when was the last time we saw one man hold both Tag Straps?”
Diamond “That ISN’T the unusual part Baxter it’s the fact that Frost is standing ALONE in the center of that ring that grabbed my attention first.”
As the music dies down, the lights are still kept low with only that single spotlight under the “Lord” himself as a microphone is handed his way……
“WE CAN’T SEE YOU”
*clap clap clap*
“FUCK OFF FROSTY”
*clap clap clap*
“WE CAN’T SEE YOU”
*clap clap clap*
“FUCK OFF FROSTY”
*clap clap clap*
Frost: It sounds like G O D
HEAT
Frost: G O D has stepped into the house of Satan here this evening in Charlotte….
Hometown HEAT
Frost: And when all know what happens when G O D steps into the devil’s house, G O D (heat) always WIN’S.
More HEAT
Frost: Moving onto more important matters, matters that can be said carry the weight of G O D (heat) on their shoulders of course I speak about WrestleWar’s Twelve……
MEGA POP
Frost: I’m here to announce that in addition to managing MY Tag Team Champions (heat) , I will indeed have an important role to play come April 19th. (heat) In fact I will be the FIRST thing the world witness’s that night, as G O D (heat) himself stands center stage and leads the opening prayer.
MEGA HEAT
Frost: If ANY of you heathens (heat), had bothered to attend MY services over these last few weeks you would all be PRAISING G O D’S GREAT WORKS!!!!!!
MEGA HEAT
Frost: You should all be on your hands and knees at this very moment BEGGING (heat) at the top your lungs desperately asking for MY salvation (heat), MY grace (heat) but most off all each and every one you would be asking for MY mercy and you know something I would grant it.
HEAT
Frost: That’s the thing about G O D, for those whom truly repent for those truly remorseful my children there is salvation and forgiveness in the arms of the Lord, in the arms of F R O S T.
HEAT
Frost: Now you see truth be told I didn’t need to leave MY prayer circle in the back to come out here and suffer the stench of all you sinner’s (heat) this early in the night. But I didn’t come here for you, Dorling (pop), Silence (mixed pop) or even Kyle Shane. (MEGA pop) MY champions, Kenneth Ridge (heat) and Ryan Dusk (heat) whom have been baptized in Holy Gold, the Extinction….
MEGA HEAT
Frost: MY champions will handle things the way they see fit as profits of the Lord almighty. I actually stand here with MY championships to remind everyone of the miracles that G O D (heat) can perform. Single handly did I plunge MY hands into the absolute FILTH that this company has become and out of that filth I had found the faith to resurrect the Tag Team Division, MY tag team division pulling out of the depths of hell and returning these very titles back to the light, MY light and MY salvation as only G O D could do.
HEAT
Frost: But alas these championship aren’t the first miracle I’ve preformed here from giving relevance to so called “legends” from Jocelyn Camden (POP) all the way to HUNTER (mega pop) and everyone else in-between it has been through the hands of G O D (heat) that kings were crowned, Icon’s baptized and that a federation could be born in MY image. But one of my greatest feat came when I reached into the filth for the first time and pulled out a body, a DEAD body cast into the streets like a sack of shit that body’s name is none other than…..
FLASH ROTTEN
Mild POP
Frost (a slow grin creeps across his face): It seems Flash has gotten a little more popular around these parts since my last appearance. See I remember the days when that name wouldn’t inspire cheers but hatred, especially when he sat right over there next to Derrick Diamond. The man had a gift a silver tongue as they say; he was sharp, quick and vile with a certain charm all at the same while. He was good, great, God like even but like all FALSE God’s he eventually STOPPED being God like, he then became great, then fell to just being good until eventually he just fell off all together.
He’d been replaced by anther even LESS talented announcer but this announce at least had a backbone whereas Flash lost his in favor of a beer belly, he wondered the halls as a ghost, a worthless piece of human trash which like all trash was thrown out until I, G O D reached down into the depths and breathed life back into him. Like Lazarus I brought Flash Rotten back to life and gave him a purpose again, the POPE of Professional Wrestling, the ONLY man who could speak to G O D!!!!! He lived, he LIVED because of faith, he became GM because of faith and that faith was for one person, Flash Rotten’s faith was to God, was to ME.
HEAT
Frost (the smile fades): But since then his faith has faltered, then it faded until now where it has become totally and utterly forgotten.
POP
Frost: You see Flash I get it I mean how many so called “faithful” people just pay lip service to the Lord now a days? I mean they only go to church what twice a year? But you Flash hadn’t even sent me a call let alone come to MY house but then WrestleWar’s rolls around and like the hung-over whore on a Sunday morning spewing her brains out over the toilet in-between the heaves there’s always that desperate prayer…..
“Please G O D help me get through this, I promise I’ll never drink again just please take the pain away.”
So every WrestleWar’s season there’s a WGWF official in this case Flash Rotten bent over the toilet where this companies finical and reliance continue to circle the drain so there’s a DESPERATE plea…..
“Please G O D, please Paul come back just for one match, please take the pain away and I promise to come to church.”
Well Flash here I am willing to once again plunge MY hands into the filth in order to keep your hands clean and for what? Not even a thank you let alone a match at WrestleWar’s instead what did you do? Just like that Sunday morning whore you went right back to the bottle a second after the pain had past. It only took you a day, a day without even rejoicing at YOUR Saviors return and the resurrection of long forgotten titles. You decided to take the credit and turn MY miracle into your cheap marketing opportunity for WrestleWar’s …..
But I digress Flash I don’t mean to sound bitter but I’m not going to lie and smile when I look over and you’re taking a piss in my sink. I’d like to think there’s still a respect you would have for the G O D you saved your life and I like to believe that in your “war” with Adam Barker this decision to grant a title match to Kyle and Silence was a result of poor but stressful mental lapse and trust me when I say Silence will still be able to limp out of the ring after WrestleWar’s but neither your one legged monster or the permanently paralyzed Kyle Shane will be stretchered out holding MY Holy Gold.
As a friend I just wanted to tell you personally in front of all these people that after all is said and done Flash you’ll STILL have G O D’s forgiveness. But you’ll also have my undivided attention since G O D is always watching and listening and Flash if your faith towards me continues to fade then eventually so will MY desire to grant anymore of your prayers in fact you may just incur the WRATH of G O D all together and those once open arms will now only wrap themselves around your neck as I personally will squeeze the life right out of you, returning you back into the filth from once I found you, left to ROT as the lifeless corpse you once were only this time with a case of
G O D like FROST BITE!
Peace Be With You Old Friend
Cameras cut away as Frost heads out of the ring.
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 as The Sentinel and him start to circle each other as the bell sounds.
Diamond: Fresh off a win two weeks ago, Hardhead is looking at another warm up match!
Baxter: Hardhead looked impressive last week. Let’s see if he can look equally impressive against somebody is own size!
Sentinel and HHH lock up in the centre of the ring. HHH pushes Sentinel back into the corner for a moment only to have Sentinel push his way back to the centre of the ring. HHH takes over by putting Sentinel in a standing headlock. Sentinel shuffles backwards and uses the ropes to help send HHH running across the ring. HHH collides with the other ropes, bounces back and clobbers The Sentinel with a hard clothesline that drops him to the mat. HHH drops a quick elbow drop down onto The Sentinel before getting to his feet. HHH pulls Sentinel up to his feet and throws him into the ropes, Sentinel rebounds and runs into a huge boot to the face that has him reel into the ropes, bounce back again only to get hit by yet another boot to the face that puts him on his back. HHH mounts Sentinel, grabs a handful of hair and starts to unload huge right hands to the skull of the Sentinel! Each punch lands as the referee tries to interfere. HHH stops at around 10 punches and plays to the crowd mimicking Terry Borden.
Diamond: That was very Terry Borden of him!!
Baxter: Is he doing the classic Terry Borden poses in the ring?
HHH keeps posing as Sentinel struggles to his feet. HHH pushes Sentinel back into the ropes and nails him with a huge spine buster, planting Sentinel right in the middle of the ring. HHH keeps up with his hard hitting offence by picking Sentinel up and taking him back down to the mat with a vicious STO! HHH covers the Sentinel.
1…
2…
Shoulder up by Sentinel. HHH smirks and lifts Sentinel off the mat and tosses him into the corner. HHH takes his time walking over to the Sentinel. Sentinel catches HHH by surprise and hits him with a right hand that sends him reeling to the middle of the ring. Sentinel charges! HHH counters with a samoan drop that shakes the ring! Sentinel rolls around holding his back. HHH picks him up again. He brings him into the middle of the ring….Chiropractition!!!
Baxter: Ouch!!!
HHH covers him again.
1…
2…
Sentinel kicks out. HHH shakes his head as he’s surprised that Sentinel is still in this match. HHH pulls Sentinel to his feet once again. HHH starts to unload punches, kicks and headbutts to Sentinel until he falls out of the ring. HHH steps out onto the apron. He leaps off and hits an axe handle smash on the head of Sentinel. Sentinel falls and the only thing keeping him on his feet is the security barrier. HHH grabs Sentinel and continues his assault by smashing his head off the barrier, then he smashes his head off the apron, he continues by walking Sentinel over to the steel steps and bashing his head off of the steel steps before tossing him into the ring. HHH uses the steps to get into the ring as Sentinel is crawling to the middle of the ring. HHH crouches over and waits for the Sentinel to get to his feet. Sentinel gets to his feet, he turns to face HHH who meets him with a devastating spear!!! The crowd groans as Sentinel looks like he’s been broken in half by the spear!!!
HHH springs to his feet and signals with his hands that this one is going to be over soon!!!
Diamond: I think this is the beginning of the end for Sentinel.
Baxter: I think the beginning of the end of this match started as soon as the bell ran Diamond, its been all Hardhead here tonight. Terry Borden should be worried!
Diamond: The man is a legend! He’s not worried, come Wrestle Wars he will be ready for Mr. Hardhead! Don’t you worry!!
Back in the ring, HHH has scooped up Sentinel…. HHH hoists him up high into the air….. Hawaiian-Hammer!!!! BOOM… Sentinel hits the mat hard. HHH hooks the leg and stares into the camera as the referee makes the pin…
1…
2…
3…!!!
DING… DING… DING….
Masters: The winner via pinfall… HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD!!!!
As Hardhead stands up from his match, breathing and panting from the exhaustion, he leans against the ropes, nabbing a water bottle from somebody at ringside.
Diamond: Tough match for Hardhead tonight.
He uncaps the bottle and takes a few gulps. Once he deems himself caught up, he dumps the bottle on top of his head. The now empty water bottle is soon chucked to the side. Braving the weary, Hardhead meanders towards the middle of the ring. He looks to the hard camera and bows to them, earning a powerfully positive reaction from the crowd.
Diamond: Great respect shown by HHH here.
Once he stands up right, Hardhead raises his hand towards the announce table. He waves his hand, calling for something.
Baxter: Now what the hell does he want?
Diamond: He’s calling for a mic.
A mic is thrown nonchalantly into the ring. Hardhead manages to snag it in his right hand. He pounds the left one on top to test it out, and once the booms are heard, he begins to speak.
Hardhead: Terry Borden…bring that ass here, boy!
Diamond: Whoa!
The crowd goes crazy at such bold words. It doesn’t take too long for him to get a response.
Diamond: You ask, and you shall receive!
Baxter: The night just started! I might be deaf by the end of it!
Terry Borden enters the arena, hands at his waist and eyes boring a hole into HHH’s. Hardhead sits on the ropes, allowing him entrance.
Baxter: Does Hardhead know not to poke the bear? Or is he really that dumb?
Terry looks around at the roaring crowd for a bit. Eventually, he claps his hands and starts to stomp down to the ring.
Diamond: We might need some security out here…
Once Terry has reached the ring, he climbs the steps, standing on the apron, glaring at Hardhead who remains on the ropes. As Terry begins to enter, Hardhead sits up from the ropes, closing them just as leans down. The crowd gives off an “ooooooh” at this action.
Diamond: Hardhead turning his back to the Hall of Famer.
Baxter: Okay, he really is that dumb.
Terry enters the ring. Another mic is thrown in, which Terry soon catches. As Hardhead raises his mic to his mouth, the iconic music fades.
Hardhead: Ladies and gentlemen of Charlotte, Terry Borden!
The crowd gives off an unabashed cheer at the cheap pop. Terry nods his approval.
Hardhead: Look at it, they love ya! And they should. You’ve managed to etch your way into the hearts and minds of everybody here and everybody watching at home. You’ve made such a lasting impact that your name is in the WGWF Hall of Fame. Congratulations Terry!
Another, albeit smaller cheer is released for Terry.
Hardhead: I’m not gonna mock you for doing the same shit every night because…hey…clearly it’ worked out pretty well for you. However, I will make note of something: I’ve made a career of changing up who I am and what I do…yet…you’re the one with the ring on your finger.
A small pause sets over the crowd, with rumblings going all about regarding where this is going.
Hardhead: So Terry, we’re going to get to why you decided to rain on my victory last Brawl in a bit, but in the meantime…let’s figure out why you’re etched in immortality…and I’m fighting for relevance at 39. Pardon my curiosity, I am a jealous man by nature. I just find it a bit insulting when you can waltz out here anytime you want like you own the damn place. You see…here’s the thing about my return. The whole point of it is to prove that I deserve to be regarded as a legend. That’s why I challenged James Raven for his tour. That’s why I took umbrage with your gall to just claim that you deserve a piece of him before me. And quite frankly…Mr. Borden…I might respect the legacy you’ve built…but as a guy who’s worked his hardest to become stronger, more athletic, and actually improve and enhance what I do in this ring…I can’t respect a guy like you who does the same shit every…single…night.
Terry looks on, his arms crossed, waiting to see where this goes.
Hardhead: So I called you out online…I was offended you thought you deserved to budge in front of me…and that’s exactly why I’m back here in the first place: to prove that Hawaiian Hardhead isn’t a name you can just budge right by. That Hawaiian Hardhead isn’t a name to wave off. That Hawaiian Hardhead…is a name…just like…Terry…Borden.
The crowd applause this begrudging show of respect.
Hardhead: So while I personally do not get it, hey, I’m willing to play the game you want to play. So…we got a match at WrestleWars. We got ourselves a deal. Whoever wins gets the match with James Raven first. That’s all fine and dandy. My only hope is that you know where this will go…for the first time ever on the company’s biggest show…my debut PPV where I know that I will grow…and if you didn’t know by now…
Hardhead looks out to crowd who start to finish the sentence for him. Nonetheless, Hardhead smirks and ends it.
Hardhead:…I didn’t want you to know.
Hardhead tosses the mic out of the ring, allowing the floor, so to speak, to belong to Terry. Terry simply laughs at Hardhead causing the Hawaiian to bow up as he puffs his chest out. Terry tells Hardhead to hold on as he reaches down picking up the microphone that HHH simply tossed to the side.
TERRY BORDEN- “After standing here and listening to you bore me and all these good people of Charlotte to death, BROTHER, it seems to me that you’re a little bent over something that YOU initiated, DUDE!”
The crowd roars for Borden as they break out into a massive “TERRY! TERRY! TERRY!” chant directed towards the Icon as he continues.
TERRY BORDEN- “Nobody tried to jump you in line to face James Raven and if you go to the WGWF website under news and rumors you’ll see plain as freaking day I simply asked to be involved in the Legends versus Legends Tour and it was your fat ass that inserted yourself into that conversation, BROTHER!”
The crowd responds with a roar as Terry continues.
TERRY BORDEN- “To take it a step further it was YOU who insinuated that I was trying to take precedence over you and your match with James Raven… not me, DUDE! What you tried to do was push me around, what you tried to do was use my challenge as a way to throw some spotlight your way, what you tried to do was find an excuse to open that big mouth of yours only this time it’s GOING to cost you, BROTHER!”
Terry takes a minute as he stares across the ring at his opponent for Wrestle Wars Twelve before he continues.
TERRY BORDEN- “Really and truly all I did was use YOUR words to rope you into a match that will see me win and will see me “jump” you on this Legends versus Legends Tour, DUDE! You can spin it however you want BROTHER! You can twist it however you like but the one thing you won’t be able to do is say that you’re going to face James Raven before I do!”
Terry takes several small steps towards Hardhead as he continues.
TERRY BORDEN- “The only question I’ve got for you is this… WHATCHA GUNNA DO? WHATCHA GUNNA DO WHEN ME AND ALL MY AMERICAN-MANIACS RUN WILD ON YOU!”
Terry extends the microphone out towards Hardhead where he simply drops the microphone at HHH’s feet. Hardhead and Terry are nose-to-nose, the two big men looking like they’re about to go at odds.
Baxter: We need some help here!
Diamond: This is getting serious!
Hardhead, however, decides to let the feud rest. He backs up a bit, before offering his hand to Terry.
Diamond: Whoa…
Terry looks around the crowd, who begins to rise in anticipation. Terry holds his hand out, slowly and surely going towards Hardhead.
Eventually, they clasp hands, holding it tight in a sign of respect.
After a bit more staring and the crowd, calming down, Terry begins to leave. However, before he can, Hardhead brings it back, unleashing a headbutt right between Terry’s eyes.
Baxter: And here it goes!
Hardhead backs up to the ropes, perching down and waiting for Terry to stand. The veteran, rising to his feet with the help of his own set of ropes. The camera can catch a small stream of blood coming out of where the headbutt landed.
Diamond: And Terry’s busted open.
When Terry reaches his feet, he stumbles a bit before turning around. Hardhead charges, nailing a Spear to the American hero.
Diamond: Spear!
Hardhead gets out, pointing towards the hard camera with a huge smirk. The crowd’s cheers are mixed, but they begin to get much louder as Terry suddenly rolls over onto his knees, shaking his head wildly.
Baxter: Not so fast, Hawaiian dumb-ass!
Hardhead hears the crowd’s change in tune. As Terry gets to his feet, the blood flowing down his face, Hardhead turns around. That’s enough for Terry, who points his finger at Hardhead.
YOUUUUUUUUU!
Diamond: Now you’ve done it!
Hardhead just stares at him, shaking his head and knocking the finger out of his face. Hardhead tries a punch, but Terry blocks it, nailing one of his own. Soon, three more punches are unleashed onto the Hawaiian one.
Baxter: Hardhead might’ve just bitten off more than he could chew here.
Once Hardhead hits the ropes, Terry irish whips him across. When Hardhead gets there, he holds on tight. On instinct, Terry’s leg goes up for a boot. The two manage to stare at each other from their respective positions. It is only then that security shows up.
Diamond: Now security is here to keep this environment controlled.
The crowd doesn’t like it, showing their disdain with a huge amount of boos.
Neither does Terry, who begins to punch and shove away the security in the ring. Hardhead ducks out of the ring. He begins to walk around, reaching the ramp area.
Baxter: Walking away is the smartest thing HHH has done all night.
With his back still to the ring, Hardhead begins to walk up the ramp. At this point, Terry has finished with his last security guard. He exits the ring, going for Hardhead.
Diamond: Terry wants a piece of Hardhead right now!
As Terry gets ever closer, some road agents and more security guards get in his way. Hardhead turns around briefly to stare at Terry. Terry tries his damndest to break free, but the amount of bodies keep him back. Hardhead smirks at Terry before turning his back once more and heading out.
The crowd gives this a mixed reaction, all while Terry tries to go after him.
Diamond: Hawaiian Hardhead and Terry Borden will meet in the ring at WrestleWars, but in the meantime, Hardhead spills first blood. Now that Terry’s seeing red, how will he respond?
The feed fades away from there.
CHRIS DORLING’S ARRIVIAL:
Dorling is seen entering the Time Warner Cable Arena, wearing grey jeans and a black leather jacket, sports bag slung over his shoulder and milkshake in hand. Denise Essex is quick on the scene.
DENISE ESSEX: 'Mr Dorling! Mr Dorling!
DORLING: 'Hi, Denise.'
Dorling takes a sip of his milkshake.
DENISE ESSEX: 'Mr Dorling, how do you feel about going one on one with Black Death tonight, int what is such an important match?'
DORLING: 'All matches are important, Denise, but I agree; this is a biggie. I've never met Black Death in the ring before but I'm looking forward to what should be an excellent match.'
DENISE ESSEX: 'And what about your ongoing dispute with Paul Frost?'
DORLING: 'I'm not worried about Frosty. Not one bit.'
DENISE ESSEX: 'And where is your friend, Vitaly Petrovich? Is he not here with you tonight?'
Dorling takes the last sip of his milkshake and shakes the cup, smiling at Denise.
DORLING: 'I'll be fine, Denise. I'm more than capable of shaking it up all on my own.'
Dorling winks at Denise before continuing on his way.
The lights go out and "Catalyst" by Linkin Park hits on the PA and after a few quiet moments, the curtains part and two figures come through, at different paces. Silence doesn't have to hurry. He is as slow and inexorable as the grave. In comparison, Kyle Shane, his newly found partner, is more speedy, roaring out onto the stage with his arms held out. In the ring, Holt and Rigg exchange a look. Kyle and Silence stand at the top of the entrance ramp, with Kyle making motions to get the fans up out of their seats. Dustin Holt and Luke Riggs slide out to the floor and meet the two while on the way to the ring! The crowd erupts as Silence and Kyle pair off and get the better of a right handed exchange. Silence hurls Luke into the ring while Kyle and Dustin Holt brawl on the floor! Silence slides into the ring where the bell is called. Luke starts to get to his feet where he's decked with a hard right hand, there's a second and then a third that backs Riggs up into the ropes. Out on the floor Dustin Holt takes a Shark Bite to the backside! In the ring Silence hurls Riggs across the ring, he bounces off the ropes and rips off Luke Rigg's head with a big boot. Silence peels Luke Riggs off the mat and absolutely obliterates him with the Sounds of Silence chokeslam.
Kyle Shane: Tag me in!
It takes a few seconds for Silence to get his bearings. You can tell he's new at this teaming thing, too, as he hesitates at first before dragging Luke Riggs over to the corner by one arm. He tags Kyle in. Kyle grins, and he waits for Luke to start pulling himself up so that he can run in and deliver a bicycle knee, the Hidden Blade. Kyle pulls Luke up in a front facelock, shaking his head with a deadpan smirk on his face, and then CRUSHES Luke Riggs with a Pieces of Eden. It is at this moment that Dustin Holt, the 10,000x World Champion himself, comes running back in the ring, and Silence comes in to intercept him with a boot. Kyle Shane and Silence perform a double powerbomb/neckbreaker combo that flattens Dustin. And then, Kyle motions to Silence, who looks down at his partner. Kyle can be seen giving his new partner instructions, and Silence nods. He then walks over to the corner turnbuckle and just stands there with his arms crossed over his chest. Kyle climbs the turnbuckle behind Silence, stepping up onto the big man's shoulders. He balances there for a second before flipping off and flying high, using Silence as a springboard to hit a Requiescat In Pace across the prone Luke Riggs!
Now satisfied they've gotten their workout, Kyle hooks the leg for the pin.
1...
2...
3!
Ding Ding Ding
The Mic: Here are your winners... SILENCE AND KYLE SHANE!!
"The Sounds of Silence" by Disturbed begins playing, fading in to "The Catalyst" as Silence stands in the background, holding his arms up. Kyle Shane gets to his feet, and he motions to the crowd to show respect to his partner. As Kyle holds his arm up, he gestures to the announcer to hand him a mic.
Kyle Shane: You know, on last Brawl, you all were witness to a tide shift in the power balance here in the WGWF. You know it, and I know it. First, when Flash Rotten re-signed me to a contract, and told me to find my path to Wrestlewars, I came out here with a lot on my mind and a LOT to say. I talked about my dreams. I talked about power. I talked about the Royal Family sucking, that was a lot of it.
That draws a chuckle from the crowd.
Kyle Shane: But I came out in defiance of Adam Barker, not just for him denying me my chance to achieve immortality and continue my Wrestlewars Warrior Legacy... but in the name of the people he shows the most support for. The men and women who have turned this company into a cesspit of rampant ego. The men like MDK, like Chris Page, like Paul Frost that think that they're still owed everything in the company by default, that they can take what they want and give to their cronies titles and accomplishments that men like me and Silence here have spent our entire careers chasing. That men have broken their bodies and sacrificed their time trying to win. And goddammit, that does not sit right with me. You have the men who jumped me and were teeing off on me with a steel chair, Ryan Dusk and Kenneth Ridge, who were HANDED the Tag Team Championships by Paul Frost and are now parading them around, using them as props to proclaim themselves servants of Frost's will.
Getting fired up, Kyle paces around, and he points to Silence.
Kyle Shane: I mean, hell, if that's the case, I am naming Silence here the NEW, REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED INTERNET CHAMPION!
The monster quirks his head, not understanding what his new partner is doing.
Kyle Shane: What's that? That belt hasn't been seen since the days of Axel the Shark or Sentinel, pre-2010? Well who cares, if a non-wrestler can reactivate any title and it be legitimately sanctioned by Adam Barker, why not bring back anything? Why don't I name myself, Kyle Shane, as of this moment, the NEW, REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Hell, I have more of a claim to the Light-Heavyweight belt than Dusk and Ridge have to the Tag titles. I made that belt mean something and I was it's longest reigning champion.
Silence shakes his head, incredulous at Kyle's brash words. Kyle holds his hands up in the understood "It's okay, I've got this" gesture.
Kyle Shane: Or how about this, Ryan and Kenneth... we set aside all the talk of bringing old belts no one was using out of mothballs and we get down to what this is really about. It's about respect for this company. A company that I put the foundation into. Those Tag titles you're parading around holding up like you're worth something have a history and a respectability that you have tarnished. I held the WGWF Tag Team Championships twice, and I overcame some of the strongest competition in the Tag Division to claim them. In the summer of 2012, Roderick X and I won past a Tag Turmoil consisting of ten, TEN tag teams, a crowded field of competition in which you would never have been able to compete in. You wouldn't be anything more than an afterthought. I busted my ass to win the Tag Turmoil the first time, and I defended my title going up against real Hall of Famers like Rizzoko, Heels on Wheels, Dante Anglais, Grimoire Xmyles, and more. So you don't know what it's like to work for that, to build the legacy of those titles, to make them mean something. You two goons might have been given the belts by Frost, and been made whole by Barker... but you, bright boys, you are NOT champions. What you are is an affront to everything that those titles stand for, and when Silence and I kick the living piss outta you in front of 70,000 WGWF fans at Wrestlewars, then and only then will the Tag Team Championships be reborn. Then and only then will the Tag titles have someone who the fans will be proud to see with them.
Kyle seems to be finished, but then one final thought strikes him, and he smirks as he brings the mic closer to his lips.
Kyle Shane: Oh, and also... I've successfully defended the Tag Titles AT a Wrestlewars... have you?
Silence has a hungry, ready to fight look on his face. He cracks his knuckles in one hand.
Kyle Shane: This is where my Road to Wrestlewars has lead me, so be it. For the third time, Kyle Shane, paired with the monster Silence, will walk that aisle carrying the Tag title gold, and I will strike a blow for the pride and history that men have fought and bled for. I will be the light that the newly reignited Tag division needs, me and my pal here... and when I add another history making accolade to my CV and bring Extinction crashing down, it will be another... ACHIEVEMENT... UNLOCKED!!
Kyle drops the mic and holds his arms out arrogantly, as he exits the ring. Silence steps over the top rope to the outside as well. The two of them confer as they walk up the ramp, and Kyle has a big grin on his face.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE w/ DENISE ESSEX:
The crowd erupts as we fade backstage where Andy Johnson-Page is standing with Denise Essex who takes us away.
DENISE ESSEX- “We are all still in shock with you showing up tonight on Brawl and taking out your father, Chris Page!”
ANDY JOHNSON- PAGE- “What you saw out there tonight was the boy becoming a man!”
Sheer intensity from Andy as he turns his attention towards the camera as he continues.
ANDY JOHNSON- “Some might consider it suicide to walk into Wrestle Wars Twelve Non-Sanctioned against my father but I….
Suddenly Chris Page burst on to the scene driving Andy back and into the set causing it to collapse as Page takes him down with a double leg take down before hammering down with hard right hands!!
DENISE ESSEX- “WE NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!!
Andy reverses the positioning and now is on top of Page and hammers down with hard right hands to the roar from the crowd!! We see the interview area flooded with Agents and Security as they separate Andy from Page!
CHRIS PAGE- “I’M GOING TO PUT YOU IN THE GROUND JUST LIKE YOUR WHORE OF A MOTHER!”
Andy tries to fight free from being restrained as does Chris Page as both men simply want to rip the other one apart!
Diamond: I don’t think the ninth brigade can keep these two men apart!!
ANDY JOHNSON- “YOU’RE GOING TO PAY! YOU’RE GOING TO PAY DEARLY!”
They usher each man off in a different direction as the scene cuts back to ringside.
“Drag Me To Hell” by Auto De Fe begins to play. There is a smattering of applause as Dark Shadow bounces onto the stage, ready for a fight. He looks a little pensive, yet he waves to the crowd.
Baxter: Well folks, you’ve got to wonder who The Dark Shadow pissed off backstage after such a prolonged period of absence to be put in THIS contest.
Diamond: He is a heavy underdog heading in to this match, but you would have thought that over the years he would have matured and honed his craft. This is The Dark Shadow’s first match back in the WGWF…
Baxter: ...and his last.
Diamond: But you cannot count him out. Any man with two hands has a fighting chance. He was the XWF’s first champion of the Reboot Era, ended the career of Monolith and has even survived Paul Frost in the past!
Baxter: He only survived because he was allowed to survive. After all, it was the judgement of G O D !
Diamond: He may have survived a God’s judgement, but will he survive the judgement of a Devil?
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.
Baxter: DS has got to be wishing that they’d just leave those shackles on.
Diamond: You’ve got to believe that Grimoire Xmyles is looking to vent a little frustration tonight. Ever since The West Coast Rumble, Lunacy and Anarchy have been the blockades between his own success and failure.
Baxter: But Anarchy are barred from the building tonight, so GX can pretty much do what he pleases without having to look over his shoulder.
Diamond: I don’t know whether that is particularly a good thing or not. Especially if you are The Dark Shadow.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings. GX licks his lips menacingly as Dark Shadow already looks a little overwhelmed. Grimoire takes a step forward. Dark Shadow slides one foot back nervously.
Crowd: “GRIMOIRE’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIMOIRE’S GONNA KILL YOU!”
GX leans forward, pointing to the side of his cheek. Is he letting Dark Shadow throw the first punch? Uncertainly, Dark Shadow looks to the crowd, their lust for blood forces the cheers out of them. With something akin to a shrug, he pulls his arm back and delivers the biggest punch that he can muster. GX’s head snaps to one side, throwing his entire upper body to one side. The Dark Shadow smiles to himself, impressed by the power he exerted in that punch, but that grin soon fades as Grimoire slowly returns to a normal standing position, the smile on his face now full of menace. Sensing the immediate danger, Dark Shadow throws punch after punch at Grimoire’s face, a flurry of rapid shots hit their mark.
The crowd erupts as The Dark Shadow shoves GX into the ropes and whips him across the ring. Using the opposite ropes to build his own momentum, The Dark Shadow hits a Clothesline, knocking The Phobia to the mat. The Dark Shadow looks flabbergasted. He looks at his own two fists, feeling the adrenaline and the power pumping through his veins. With that, he dives on top of GX and begins throwing even more rapid fire punches before springing his legs upwards into a handstand of sorts, before crashing a knee straight into the heart of GX. GX lets out a wail, but he appears to be laughing hysterically like a child being tickled. Immediately, Dark Shadow is unnerved once again. He pulls GX onto his feet and hits a Scoop Slam before bouncing off the ropes once more, delivering a Leg Drop akin to Terry Borden. Dark Shadow with the cover!
ONE!
KICKOUT!
Dark Shadow glares at Grimoire, who sits up and meets his stare with a smile still etched across his face. Dark Shadow springs forward once again, agilely hitting a Shining Wizard, drilling his knee right into GX’s nose! GX lets out another laugh, wiping the palm of his hand upwards over his nostrils, checking for blood. There is none. Unimpressed, GX can be heard screaming “More!” at Dark Shadow. The young fighter looks extremely distressed.
Never before has he come across such a deranged individual as this.
He backs away as Grimoire slithers across the mat, trying to make his own face connect with Dark Shadow’s foot. Growing impatient, Grimoire pushes himself onto his feet and launches himself at The Dark Shadow, taking him down with a Shoulder Block. His jacket flails around him as he unleashes another flurry of punches. He rolls off of Dark Shadow and simply begins to kick Dark Shadow repeatedly in the side. Not stomps, but proper wind-back kicks as if he is punting a football. Dark Shadow tries to escape, but as he pushes himself up onto his knees, GX drives his foot deep into Dark Shadow’s gut, the force flipping him up and over. Grimoire drops down and makes a cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
Dark Shadow didn’t kick out…
Grimoire yanked his shoulders off the mat.
Baxter: This does not bode well for The Dark Shadow. He’s pretty much Grimoire’s chew toy at this point!
Diamond: Dark Shadow should run while he has the chance.
Grimoire picks Dark Shadow up before delivering a stiff headbutt that immediately busts Dark Shadow’s head open. Blood begins to trickle across Dark Shadow’s face as GX viciously rakes his eyes. The official threatens to disqualify Xmyles if he continues to administer such dirty tactics, but his warning falls on deaf ears as Grimoire boots Dark Shadow right between the legs. With Shadow clutching his pods, hunched over slightly, GX hoists him up onto his shoulders, before essentially dropping him with a Jackknife Powerbomb. He begins coiling himself around The Dark Shadow, locking him in a Cattle Mutilation type of move; The Switchblade! Dark Shadow screams in agony. Grimoire can be seen hissing something at The Dark Shadow. As the cameraman moves in closer, his words become disturbingly clear.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: If you tap, you die.
The resolve of The Dark Shadow is admirable as he somehow finds the will not to tap, sending a sprawling leg to reach the bottom rope. The referee begins to count to five. GX keeps the hold in for 4.99 seconds, breaking the hold before the official can call for the bell.
Diamond: Wow… I never thought I’d see the day where GX actually followed a rule!
Baxter: Well, if he didn’t break the hold, he wouldn’t be able to spend as much time tormenting The Dark Shadow as would have done.
The Dark Shadow writhes in pain on the floor as Grimoire Xmyles lets out a wicked grin. He certainly is not finished with The Dark Shadow just yet. He grabs DS by the arm and hauls him up onto the turnbuckle in a seated position. Grimoire slowly ascends, using his head as a battering ram against Dark Shadow’s lower jaw. It looks like a tooth has gone flying! Dark Shadow is grabbed by GX once he has reached the top turnbuckle, setting him up for a Superplex. GX hoists DS upwards, but instead of falling back, he falls forward slightly… AND DROP DARK SHADOW’S HEAD RIGHT ON THE STEEL RINGPOST! DS tumbles lifelessly onto the outside of the ring, crashing into the steel ring step on his descent before coming to a stop in a crumpled heap on the outside.
Baxter: PHOBIA SYNDROME!
Diamond: That’s it for The Dark Shadow. He’s done.
Baxter: But apparently, Grimoire isn’t!
Grimoire follows Dark Shadow out of the ring. He grabs Dark Shadow’s lifeless body, but feeling no weight in his arm, he lets him go. Grimoire lets out a slightly bored sigh. He looks towards the ring apron. That sick grin begins to appear on GX’s face once again. He lifts the sheeting of the ring apron and begins to rummage around under the ring. He soon emerges, dragging something of substantial weight and surface area behind him…
… A WOODEN CRUCIFIX WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE!
Diamond: Dear… God…
GX slides the crudely made wooden structure into the ring. The official berates GX as he reenters the ring, trying to kick it unceremoniously out of the ring with his foot, being wary of the razor wire that surrounds it. With a snarl, GX boots the official right in the gut before planting him with his own version of a Stunner.
Baxter: Shock Treatment to the referee!
Diamond: This has descended into chaos! But would we really expect anything less from Grimoire Xmyles?
With nobody left to impede him, Grimoire turns his attention back to The Dark Shadow on the outside… except he’s not on the outside…
He’s ready and waiting…
HE DRILLS GX WITH A VICIOUS GORE!
Diamond: GORE! THE DARK SHADOW WITH THE GORE!
Baxter: We were expecting a different sort of Gore up to this point, but The Dark Shadow might have actually turned this match around!
Diamond: Dark Shadow is covering… but there’s no referee!
The crowd count the pinfall on The Dark Shadow’s behalf. ONE! TWO! THREE! This match should be over! The Dark Shadow should have just pulled off the greatest upset in WGWF history! DS tries to shake the referee back to life to no avail. He looks back to GX, who is still laying flat on his back, but he now has his hands clasped behind his head like a pillow, staring and laughing at The Dark Shadow’s misfortune. He does wince a little as his ribs twinge from his own amusement, although it may have had something to do with the Gore from Dark Shadow just moments before.
Dark Shadow tries to grab Grimoire’s feet, but GX boots him away before clambering back up onto his feet. Dark Shadow senses the danger. He figures that the best defense is a good offense. He lunges at GX, looking for another Gore perhaps, but GX throws a foot up to stop DS right in his tracks. Winded, he tries to catch his breath for just a second, but a second is all that GX needs to scoop Dark Shadow up in his arms and plant him straight on top of the crucifix wrapped in barbed wire!!! Dark Shadow lets out a deafening scream that would be more at place within a horror movie. GX begins to stamp on Dark Shadow’s chest to the elation of the bloodthirsty crowd. Knowing that his is grounded, GX kneels down next to The Dark Shadow, looping a stray length of barbed wire tightly around The Dark Shadow’s wrist. Blood begins to seep from the hands of both men, yet Grimoire does not look at all ill at ease as the claret begins to drip onto the canvas.
Diamond: I… I’ve never seen an individual act without remorse. Just what is Grimoire trying to prove here?
Baxter: I would say that he’s sending a message to Lunacy and Anarchy. This could be his fate come WrestleWars!
By this point, GX has switched sides and has utilized another length of barbed wire, wrapping it around the opposite wrist. The Dark Shadow dares to try and free himself, but the razor wrist cuts into his wrists; inadvertent self-harm. The official is starting to come around, noticing the horrific scene unfolding in front of him. Defiantly, he clambers back up to his feet as GX starts to walk back across the ring toward the ropes. Almost nonchalantly, GX delivers a SECOND SHOCK TREATMENT TO THE OFFICIAL!
Diamond: He can’t do that!
Baxter: I think you’ll find he just did. Are YOU going to get in there and stop him?
Diamond: …
Pausing to reflect, GX stares blankly out towards the crowd. They roar with adulation. He lets out a sickening smile as he heads for the ropes once more, dropping down to the ring apron before heading beneath the ring one more time, looking for some goodies to gift to The Dark Shadow. DS remains helpless in the ring, wincing with every breath. GX can be seen stuffing something into his jacket before reaching deeper under the ring; only his feet protrude for a moment.
Diamond: What is he looking for now?
His answer comes in the form of a large military-grade jerry can. Given the effort required by Grimoire to lift the can onto the ring apron, along with the subsequent thud it exerts upon making contact, it is rather obvious that it has been filled with liquid. Sure enough, as Grimoire re-enters the ring, he unscrews the cap from the can and proceeds to dump the fluid all over The Dark Shadow’s face. He splutters, trying to spit the foul-tasting substance out of his mouth. He eventually works his way down The Dark Shadow’s torso, down his legs, all the way to his feet and then back up to his crotch, where he continuously pours a stream in ‘that area.’ Finally, Grimoire stops, looking over the situation, before splashing a little bit more on his crotch for good measure. And then a little bit more.
And a bit more.
With a shrug, he simply dumps whatever is left in the jerry can onto The Dark Shadow’s ‘dark shadow,’ beating the base of the can with his hand to shake out any remaining droplets. With all his might, he throws the metallic jerry can at Dark Shadow’s head. With a hollow ‘clonk,’ it knocks Dark Shadow unconscious, his head slumps into a pillow of barbed wire behind his head.
The whole of the ringside area is consumed by a pungent aroma of petroleum. The canvas looks sodden! With that, Grimoire reaches into the inside of his jacket, searching down the length of one of his sleeves to pull out… A BLOWTORCH!?
Diamond: No! This is too much! Don’t do it, Grimoire!
Baxter: The fans are BEGGING for this to happen. They’re just as twisted as the man himself.
Diamond: There’s violence. And then there’s this! This is tantamount to murder.
As if hearing the sentiments in Derrick Diamond’s yells, security personnel swarm the ringside area. Only the bravest dare to mount the ring apron and earn the dissatisfaction of Grimoire Xmyles. The deranged man in the ring looks at them one at a time. Some are armed with batons, others have stun guns. One brave, or foolish soul clambers between the ropes and thrusts his stun gun forward, only for GX to crack him straight over the head with the barrel of the blowtorch. He immediately picks up the stun gun before another guard can rush him. He wields the stun gun, letting the electricity fly and spark between its prongs. Wisely, the guard steps backwards, out from the ropes and drops down. They can only watch in horror as GX thrusts the stun gun downwards into Dark Shadow’s torso, zapping him into a frenzy. It is fortunate that the electricity does not ignite the gasoline the still drips from Dark Shadow, yet it seeps into the open wounds all around Dark Shadow’s body.
With one almighty heave, Grimoire props the crucifix, with DS still attached, against one of the turnbuckles. So long is the vertical post of the crucifix that Dark Shadow is only being supported by the razor wire around his wrists. Finally, GX lifts the blowtorch proudly above his head, engaging the flame to run constantly. The security guards drag their fallen comrade out of the ring before he is caught in the crossfire. More and more individuals gather around the ring, inclusive of personnel from the fire department, armed with fire extinguishers and hoses.
Grimoire begins to step out of the ring, still with the blowtorch spitting flame. He draws his arm back, ready to toss it into the ring…
ADAM BARKER: Stop! Stop this immediately!
The crowd erupts into boos as Adam Barker himself steps out onto the stage. Grimoire maliciously looks to his left, his neck twisted and contorted to look at him with distain.
ADAM BARKER: This match is over. The winner of the contest via knockout is Grimoire Xmyles.
The fans erupt into boos once more. Not at the outcome of the match, but the manner in which it was decided. Grimoire slowly lifts the blowtorch in his hand up to head-height before shooting a lick of flame into the air, which the crowd instantly recognizes with cheers.
ADAM BARKER: I think you’ve made your point, Xmyles. I want you to turn off the blowtorch and step away from the ring. You’re dismissed for the evening. Go home, go find some abandoned puppies to maim, I really don’t care WHAT you do, so long as it is outside of MY ring and MY company.
Grimoire seems to like the concept of finding some abandoned puppies, but out of sheer ignorance lets another spurt of fire out of the blowtorch threateningly, as if tempting Adam Barker to get stop him himself. Adam Barker remains at a safe distance at the top of the entrance ramp.
ADAM BARKER: I’m warning you. If you do this, you WILL regret it. I’ll ensure that you never get your match with Lunacy at WrestleWars. Is that what you want?
He pauses for a moment, his crazed expression turns even more psychotic, almost enraged by such a prospect. With a look of pure venom, he throws the blowtorch into the air. It doesn’t even make contact with the canvas before the whole ring goes up in flames!!!
Fans in the front few rows are blown back by the instantaneous heat. Grimoire himself is thrown back onto the entrance ramp, his clothing aflame. Firefighters immediately spew water, foam and other retardants to put out the flames. Their quick thinking means that the ring has only been aflame for a few seconds. They dive into the ring, throwing everything they have on top of Dark Shadow. Within moments, the ring is nothing but a charred wasteland. Everybody looks on in total disbelief! Adam Barker breaks the awkward silence.
ADAM BARKER: You’ve just dug your own grave! GRIMOIRE XMYLES… YOU’RE FIRED!
The sudden hatred from the crowd is deafening. Adam Barker looks incredibly proud of himself, but Grimoire displays no remorse whatsoever. He slowly trudges up the entrance ramp. He is still on fire! A quick squirt from a fire extinguisher in the hands of a firefighter soon rectifies that, but Grimoire gives thanks by socking him straight in the jaw before returning his focus back to Adam Barker. Even more security guards appear, standing at Adam Barker’s side to prevent any harm from coming to him. As Grimoire reaches the top of the stage, he pauses in his tracks right in front of Adam Barker. A drop of sweat appears on Barker’s head. He gulps worriedly. Grimoire simply smiles, undeterred by the actions of the senior figure.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: You can fire me. But you cannot stop me.
With that ominous prophecy establishing a little faith in the fans, Grimoire slowly walks past Adam Barker. Neither man takes their eyes off one another as The Phobia passes him, his clothes still singeing from the fire.
Diamond: What have we just seen!? Grimoire Xmyles has basically KILLED The Dark Shadow in this very ring. Adam Barker has FIRED Grimoire Xmyles. What does this mean for Lunacy at WrestleWars?
Baxter: You heard GX. Adam Barker can’t stop him from doing what he WANTS to do. I don’t think firing him will make a difference. GX and Lunacy will collide in some way, shape or form.
Diamond: I’d like to believe you, comrade. But I can’t see how GX will be able to change the management’s mind about this.
Baxter: Well before anything else… I think we’re going to need a new ring.
The smoldering remains of The Dark Shadow are carefully cut free from the crucifix and loaded onto a waiting stretcher. The fans in attendance cannot quite believe what they have just witnessed. Perhaps they feel some sort of remorse for taunting The Dark Shadow the way that they had done at the start of this match?
It becomes apparent that this is not the case. A chant has broken out as he is carted up the entrance ramp…
“Na Na Naaa Na, Na Na Naaa Na… Hey Heeeey… GOODBYE!”
“Na Na Naaa Na, Na Na Naaa Na… Hey Heeeey… GOODBYE!”
“Na Na Naaa Na, Na Na Naaa Na… Hey Heeeey… GOODBYE!”
As ring technicians begin replacing several damaged parts of the ring, we cut to a commercial break.
UNLIKELY FRIEND…
Dorling is seen sitting on a desk backstage, wearing his ring gear and token 'There's no I in Team Dorling' t-shirt, eating from a box of popcorn. His expression turns to a frown as two men walk along the corridor towards him - Dusk and Ridge.
DORLING: 'Oh, here we go.'
DUSK: 'You are unwise to mock GOD in such a way.'
DORLING: 'You are uncool to be a total douche in such a way.'
DUSK: 'You should hold your tongue, lest we hold it for you.'
DORLING: 'I wish somebody would hold yours.'
RIDGE: 'You will...'
Another figure - Black Death - appears in the hall way.
BLACK DEATH: 'He will what?'
Dusk and Ridge look at each other.
They leave, and Dorling offers some popcorn to Black Death.
DORLING: 'You could have just let them soften me up you know, we DO have a match tonight.'
BLACK DEATH: 'That's not how I work my man - I want you at your best when I beat you so you have no excuses.'
Dorling jumps down from the desk.
DORLING: 'Fair enough.'
He throws a couple of pieces of popcorn at Black Death, making 'pew pew' laser noises as he does so, then begins to walk away.
DORLING: 'See you in the ring big guy.'
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
3.19.18
TIME WARNER CABLE ARENA
CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA
Monday Night Brawl takes the air live from Charlotte, North Carolina…
DING…. DING… DING….
Masters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… About to make his way to the ring, representing the Royal Family, he is “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE!!!
Diamond: Your ears have not deceived you, ladies and gentleman we kick off Monday Night Brawl with a clash of two icons! Hello I’m Derrick Diamond joined as always by Professor Derek Baxter, and Derek how about this to kick things off tonight in Charlotte!
Chris Page emerges out through the curtain and to the top of the ramp to MASSIVE boos from the crowd as he starts to make the walk towards the ring.
Baxter: Anytime Chris Page and MDK clash it’s something special. It’s like Page and Frost or Frost and MDK or dare I even bring names like Famine of the Vile or Dean James it’s a clash of two of the all time greats in the history of this federation.
Chris Page reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron where he steps through ropes and enters the ring.
Diamond: This road to Wrestle Wars Twelve is in full swing and while MDK has a dance partner in John Cable it seems CCP, for the first time in seven years Page isn’t on the card.
Baxter: Let’s be fair that’s by choice because he pulled the plug on Andy’s career a few weeks ago.
Chris paces back and forth as his music fades away…
Masters: His opponent… about to make his way to the ring, representing the Royal Family…. He is the KING of the WGWF, M.D.K.
MDK emerges out to the top of the ramp with his eyes locked on CCP. He starts to make the walk towards the ring.
Diamond: I wonder what’s running through their minds right now knowing that they’re moments away from squaring off one more time.
MDK reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron and engages in a stare down with CCP which neither man refuses to lose. Slowly we see MDK step through the ropes and into the ring. The music fades away as Page and MDK intently stare at each other as the referee calls for the opening bell.
DING….. DING…. DING…..
The crowd erupts as two of the biggest icons in this organizations history stand on opposite sides of the ring for the first time in nearly six months and only the second time in five long years. Flashes from cameras are seen flickering throughout the entire arena.
Baxter: I think Charlotte is ready!
Chris and MDK start to walk out towards the center of the ring where an intense star down continues between the two men.
Diamond: You can almost feel that this is going to explode! Both of these men pride themselves on being the absolute best of the best!
Each man balls up their right fists with the crowd seemingly getting louder and louder with anticipation of blows being thrown when suddenly the balled up fist release by each man as smirks start to appear on their faces. Page and MDK walk to opposite sides of the ring where they slide out to the floor and each man tosses up their side of the ring apron.
Baxter: Wait… what the hell is going on?
The referee starts to count both men out as we see MDK slide two chairs in the ring while Chris Page slides a large square playing card table in the ring. He then reaches back under the ring where he grabs a plastic bag that is put on the ring apron before he kneels down and pulls out a silver tray which has a tea pot, two tea cups, a small plate of sugar cubes and a plate of crumpets is produced by Chris Page as he slides it under the bottom rope!!
Diamond: You’ve got to be kidding me!
Each man slides back into the ring at the referee’s six count!
Baxter: YES! I love it!
MDK sets up the two chairs while Chris Page opens up the card table and places it in the center of the ring between the two chairs. MDK reaches down and picks up the silver tray and goes to place it on the card table but is quickly shaken off by Chris Page and his index finger. Chris goes to the plastic bag where he produces a white table cloth! MDK starts to laugh as Chris is heard audibly saying.
CHRIS PAGE- “Can’t have a tea party without a fancy table cloth bro, you know that! You’re fucking English.”
Chris evenly places the white table cloth over the table before presenting it to MDK which garners laughter and applause from the crowd. MDK simply smiles while shaking his head before placing the silver tray down on top of the table cloth.
Diamond: Are we seriously about to have a Tea Party in the middle of what is supposed to be our opening contest?
Baxter: The bell has sounded and technically they’re both in the ring!
Chris and MDK take seats opposite each other with your King taking the silver tea pot before pouring himself a glass of tea followed by pouring Page a glass as well. MDK adds two sugars to each glass before the two men toast and sip their tea. The crowd begins to get a little restless as MDK motions for the referee to come over towards the table.
Diamond: These fans didn’t pay to see a freakin’ tea party!
MDK offers the referee a crumpet whom nods his head and reaches towards the plate when his hand is slapped by MDK who then gets up and pie faces the referee before shoving him backwards several feet as he verbally admonishes him for attempting to touch the plate.
Diamond: They’re making a mockery of this entire situation.
Baxter: You gotta admit it’s highly entertaining.
Charlotte erupts!!
Diamond: Now it’s gotten entertaining!!!
All attention shifts towards the top of the ramp as we see Chris get up from his chair and walk towards the ropes as his attention is diverted towards the top of the ramp. The crowd roars as Cable comes from under the ring!! He slides into the ring where he spins MDK around where he clotheslines him over the top rope and out to the floor!! Cable rolls out to the floor where he picks MDK up before throwing him over the security railing and into the crowd!
Baxter: John Cable has ruined a tea party between two friends.
Cable goes over the security railing and blocks a right hand by MDK and counters with a flurry of right hands as the two men start to brawl in the crowd! Page turns around and out of frustration he flips over the table sending crumpets flying! Cable and MDK brawl all the way to the back before disappearing behind the curtain!!
Diamond: Chris Page is livid in the ring!
Chris starts to walk towards the ropes to step out to the ring apron when the lights in the arena start to flicker. CCP stops in his tracks as the lights go out in the arena. A bright fiery phoenix appears on the titantron that lights up the arena… The bird lets out a loud screech
The lights come back on…
ANDY JOHNSON PAGE!!!!
CCP has no idea. Andy is armed! He has a steel chair wrapped in barbwire!!! The crowd is roaring as CCP has no idea what’s going on. He turns back…
WHAM!!!
Andy blasts CCP over the head with the steel chair encased in barbwire. CCP instantly hits the mat and is bleeding profusely. Andy drops the chair down to the ground. Andy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of hand cuffs and raises them into the air. He reaches down and clamps one end down onto CCP’s arm. Andy drags CCP to the ropes and connects the other end of the hand cuff around the ropes and to CCP’s other hand. Andy reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a roll of duct tape. Andy rips off a huge chunk and seals it over CCP’s mouth to the delight of the crowd! They break out in a
ANDY!
ANDY!!
ANDY!!!
ANDY!!!!
Chant as Andy asks for a mic! Andy gets the mic and slowly starts to pace around the ring.
Andy: Sorry Chris… I really wanted you out here to hear this announcement loud and clear. I wanted no interruptions so I had to take the necessary precautions.
Andy tosses the duct tape roll at CCP as the cobwebs have started to clear and CCP realizes, he is at the mercy of his son.
Andy: About a month ago Chris… You tried to take something away from me. You tried to take away my lively hood. We don’t need to show the footage again, because I’m sure everybody has seen it more than once and quite frankly I don’t want to see it again and I’m sure all the fans here don't want to either
Andy continues to walk back and forth, pacing right in front of CCP…
Andy: It’s been a god damn struggle, waking up every day god damn day not really knowing what day or time it is. The fog hasn’t cleared, and you know what it may never clear. I’ve been through all the tests that is known to man, I’ve done EVERYTHING….. Within my power to be ready for Wrestle Wars, but there’s one problem….
Andy stops and stares right at CCP.
Andy: WGWF and other medical doctors…
The crowd goes dead silent.
Andy: Haven’t cleared me to compete at Wrestle Wars…
The crowd erupts into loud boos and Andy nods his head. Andy reaches into his pocket and pulls out an envelope.
Andy: But, with some legal help from some good friends of mine around here. Even against their best wishes and intentions, drew up this piece of paper right here.
Andy opens up the envelope and pulls out a paper. He unfolds it slowly.
Andy: Here’s what it says… Andy Johnson Page hereby waives ALL legal and medical advice from WGWF, and will NOT hold any executives of the WGWF responsible for an…… UNSANCTIONED TV TITLE MATCH VS. “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE AT WRESTLE WARS!!!
The roof nearly pops off the building at the announcement…
Andy: I’ve all ready signed this bitch too. All it needs is your signature….. DAD. I know what a lot of people are thinking… That I’m absolutely out of my mind for wanting this… This is…. THE match I want. This is THE MATCH, where I go from being merely a boy in this game, to being the MAN I WANT TO BE!! This time you won’t attack me like the bitch you are, you’ll have to face me, one on one in the centre of the ring. On the biggest stage of them all… Wrestle Wars. The platform that made you who you are today in this business. This isn’t a passing of the torch moment, but a TAKING of the torch moment. I know in your sick mind, you’ll never be able to pass that torch, but you won’t have to worry about passing it because I’m taking it from you in front of 100 thousand strong in Atlanta.
Andy walks over to CCP and tosses the paper onto CCP and slides it of the ring and walks up the ramp to chants of ANDY!!
Andy stops before shaking his head before turning back around where he slides back into the ring and forces Page’s signature to the contract in his father’s own blood!! The crowd roars as Andy picks his father up off the mat before driving him down into the canvass with a PAGE PLANT !!
Andy reaches his feet to a massive, massive ovation from the crowd as he looks down at his father before pointing to the Wrestle Wars Twelve logo.
Diamond: The boy has become a man tonight in Charlotte, North Carolina!!
Andy stares into the camera as he lowers his hand. We fade backstage.
WHO WANT’S TO WALK WITH…. GOD!
B L A C K O U T
A single spotlight illuminates the ring & standing under it is none other than the “Man in White”, “God” himself Paul Frost. Much to the dismay of this capacity Charlotte crowd however it should be noted than slung over both his shoulder’s sit HIS new WGWF Tag Team Championship’s which glimmer from the spotlight above.
Diamond “Besides his usual unwanted appearance, Paul Frost standing in the center of that ring is certainly an unusual sight none the less.”
Baxter “I agree Derrick I mean when was the last time we saw one man hold both Tag Straps?”
Diamond “That ISN’T the unusual part Baxter it’s the fact that Frost is standing ALONE in the center of that ring that grabbed my attention first.”
As the music dies down, the lights are still kept low with only that single spotlight under the “Lord” himself as a microphone is handed his way……
“WE CAN’T SEE YOU”
*clap clap clap*
“FUCK OFF FROSTY”
*clap clap clap*
“WE CAN’T SEE YOU”
*clap clap clap*
“FUCK OFF FROSTY”
*clap clap clap*
Frost: It sounds like G O D
HEAT
Frost: G O D has stepped into the house of Satan here this evening in Charlotte….
Hometown HEAT
Frost: And when all know what happens when G O D steps into the devil’s house, G O D (heat) always WIN’S.
More HEAT
Frost: Moving onto more important matters, matters that can be said carry the weight of G O D (heat) on their shoulders of course I speak about WrestleWar’s Twelve……
MEGA POP
Frost: I’m here to announce that in addition to managing MY Tag Team Champions (heat) , I will indeed have an important role to play come April 19th. (heat) In fact I will be the FIRST thing the world witness’s that night, as G O D (heat) himself stands center stage and leads the opening prayer.
MEGA HEAT
Frost: If ANY of you heathens (heat), had bothered to attend MY services over these last few weeks you would all be PRAISING G O D’S GREAT WORKS!!!!!!
MEGA HEAT
Frost: You should all be on your hands and knees at this very moment BEGGING (heat) at the top your lungs desperately asking for MY salvation (heat), MY grace (heat) but most off all each and every one you would be asking for MY mercy and you know something I would grant it.
HEAT
Frost: That’s the thing about G O D, for those whom truly repent for those truly remorseful my children there is salvation and forgiveness in the arms of the Lord, in the arms of F R O S T.
HEAT
Frost: Now you see truth be told I didn’t need to leave MY prayer circle in the back to come out here and suffer the stench of all you sinner’s (heat) this early in the night. But I didn’t come here for you, Dorling (pop), Silence (mixed pop) or even Kyle Shane. (MEGA pop) MY champions, Kenneth Ridge (heat) and Ryan Dusk (heat) whom have been baptized in Holy Gold, the Extinction….
MEGA HEAT
Frost: MY champions will handle things the way they see fit as profits of the Lord almighty. I actually stand here with MY championships to remind everyone of the miracles that G O D (heat) can perform. Single handly did I plunge MY hands into the absolute FILTH that this company has become and out of that filth I had found the faith to resurrect the Tag Team Division, MY tag team division pulling out of the depths of hell and returning these very titles back to the light, MY light and MY salvation as only G O D could do.
HEAT
Frost: But alas these championship aren’t the first miracle I’ve preformed here from giving relevance to so called “legends” from Jocelyn Camden (POP) all the way to HUNTER (mega pop) and everyone else in-between it has been through the hands of G O D (heat) that kings were crowned, Icon’s baptized and that a federation could be born in MY image. But one of my greatest feat came when I reached into the filth for the first time and pulled out a body, a DEAD body cast into the streets like a sack of shit that body’s name is none other than…..
FLASH ROTTEN
Mild POP
Frost (a slow grin creeps across his face): It seems Flash has gotten a little more popular around these parts since my last appearance. See I remember the days when that name wouldn’t inspire cheers but hatred, especially when he sat right over there next to Derrick Diamond. The man had a gift a silver tongue as they say; he was sharp, quick and vile with a certain charm all at the same while. He was good, great, God like even but like all FALSE God’s he eventually STOPPED being God like, he then became great, then fell to just being good until eventually he just fell off all together.
He’d been replaced by anther even LESS talented announcer but this announce at least had a backbone whereas Flash lost his in favor of a beer belly, he wondered the halls as a ghost, a worthless piece of human trash which like all trash was thrown out until I, G O D reached down into the depths and breathed life back into him. Like Lazarus I brought Flash Rotten back to life and gave him a purpose again, the POPE of Professional Wrestling, the ONLY man who could speak to G O D!!!!! He lived, he LIVED because of faith, he became GM because of faith and that faith was for one person, Flash Rotten’s faith was to God, was to ME.
HEAT
Frost (the smile fades): But since then his faith has faltered, then it faded until now where it has become totally and utterly forgotten.
POP
Frost: You see Flash I get it I mean how many so called “faithful” people just pay lip service to the Lord now a days? I mean they only go to church what twice a year? But you Flash hadn’t even sent me a call let alone come to MY house but then WrestleWar’s rolls around and like the hung-over whore on a Sunday morning spewing her brains out over the toilet in-between the heaves there’s always that desperate prayer…..
“Please G O D help me get through this, I promise I’ll never drink again just please take the pain away.”
So every WrestleWar’s season there’s a WGWF official in this case Flash Rotten bent over the toilet where this companies finical and reliance continue to circle the drain so there’s a DESPERATE plea…..
“Please G O D, please Paul come back just for one match, please take the pain away and I promise to come to church.”
Well Flash here I am willing to once again plunge MY hands into the filth in order to keep your hands clean and for what? Not even a thank you let alone a match at WrestleWar’s instead what did you do? Just like that Sunday morning whore you went right back to the bottle a second after the pain had past. It only took you a day, a day without even rejoicing at YOUR Saviors return and the resurrection of long forgotten titles. You decided to take the credit and turn MY miracle into your cheap marketing opportunity for WrestleWar’s …..
But I digress Flash I don’t mean to sound bitter but I’m not going to lie and smile when I look over and you’re taking a piss in my sink. I’d like to think there’s still a respect you would have for the G O D you saved your life and I like to believe that in your “war” with Adam Barker this decision to grant a title match to Kyle and Silence was a result of poor but stressful mental lapse and trust me when I say Silence will still be able to limp out of the ring after WrestleWar’s but neither your one legged monster or the permanently paralyzed Kyle Shane will be stretchered out holding MY Holy Gold.
As a friend I just wanted to tell you personally in front of all these people that after all is said and done Flash you’ll STILL have G O D’s forgiveness. But you’ll also have my undivided attention since G O D is always watching and listening and Flash if your faith towards me continues to fade then eventually so will MY desire to grant anymore of your prayers in fact you may just incur the WRATH of G O D all together and those once open arms will now only wrap themselves around your neck as I personally will squeeze the life right out of you, returning you back into the filth from once I found you, left to ROT as the lifeless corpse you once were only this time with a case of
G O D like FROST BITE!
Peace Be With You Old Friend
Cameras cut away as Frost heads out of the ring.
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 as The Sentinel and him start to circle each other as the bell sounds.
Diamond: Fresh off a win two weeks ago, Hardhead is looking at another warm up match!
Baxter: Hardhead looked impressive last week. Let’s see if he can look equally impressive against somebody is own size!
Sentinel and HHH lock up in the centre of the ring. HHH pushes Sentinel back into the corner for a moment only to have Sentinel push his way back to the centre of the ring. HHH takes over by putting Sentinel in a standing headlock. Sentinel shuffles backwards and uses the ropes to help send HHH running across the ring. HHH collides with the other ropes, bounces back and clobbers The Sentinel with a hard clothesline that drops him to the mat. HHH drops a quick elbow drop down onto The Sentinel before getting to his feet. HHH pulls Sentinel up to his feet and throws him into the ropes, Sentinel rebounds and runs into a huge boot to the face that has him reel into the ropes, bounce back again only to get hit by yet another boot to the face that puts him on his back. HHH mounts Sentinel, grabs a handful of hair and starts to unload huge right hands to the skull of the Sentinel! Each punch lands as the referee tries to interfere. HHH stops at around 10 punches and plays to the crowd mimicking Terry Borden.
Diamond: That was very Terry Borden of him!!
Baxter: Is he doing the classic Terry Borden poses in the ring?
HHH keeps posing as Sentinel struggles to his feet. HHH pushes Sentinel back into the ropes and nails him with a huge spine buster, planting Sentinel right in the middle of the ring. HHH keeps up with his hard hitting offence by picking Sentinel up and taking him back down to the mat with a vicious STO! HHH covers the Sentinel.
1…
2…
Shoulder up by Sentinel. HHH smirks and lifts Sentinel off the mat and tosses him into the corner. HHH takes his time walking over to the Sentinel. Sentinel catches HHH by surprise and hits him with a right hand that sends him reeling to the middle of the ring. Sentinel charges! HHH counters with a samoan drop that shakes the ring! Sentinel rolls around holding his back. HHH picks him up again. He brings him into the middle of the ring….Chiropractition!!!
Baxter: Ouch!!!
HHH covers him again.
1…
2…
Sentinel kicks out. HHH shakes his head as he’s surprised that Sentinel is still in this match. HHH pulls Sentinel to his feet once again. HHH starts to unload punches, kicks and headbutts to Sentinel until he falls out of the ring. HHH steps out onto the apron. He leaps off and hits an axe handle smash on the head of Sentinel. Sentinel falls and the only thing keeping him on his feet is the security barrier. HHH grabs Sentinel and continues his assault by smashing his head off the barrier, then he smashes his head off the apron, he continues by walking Sentinel over to the steel steps and bashing his head off of the steel steps before tossing him into the ring. HHH uses the steps to get into the ring as Sentinel is crawling to the middle of the ring. HHH crouches over and waits for the Sentinel to get to his feet. Sentinel gets to his feet, he turns to face HHH who meets him with a devastating spear!!! The crowd groans as Sentinel looks like he’s been broken in half by the spear!!!
HHH springs to his feet and signals with his hands that this one is going to be over soon!!!
Diamond: I think this is the beginning of the end for Sentinel.
Baxter: I think the beginning of the end of this match started as soon as the bell ran Diamond, its been all Hardhead here tonight. Terry Borden should be worried!
Diamond: The man is a legend! He’s not worried, come Wrestle Wars he will be ready for Mr. Hardhead! Don’t you worry!!
Back in the ring, HHH has scooped up Sentinel…. HHH hoists him up high into the air….. Hawaiian-Hammer!!!! BOOM… Sentinel hits the mat hard. HHH hooks the leg and stares into the camera as the referee makes the pin…
1…
2…
3…!!!
DING… DING… DING….
Masters: The winner via pinfall… HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD!!!!
As Hardhead stands up from his match, breathing and panting from the exhaustion, he leans against the ropes, nabbing a water bottle from somebody at ringside.
Diamond: Tough match for Hardhead tonight.
He uncaps the bottle and takes a few gulps. Once he deems himself caught up, he dumps the bottle on top of his head. The now empty water bottle is soon chucked to the side. Braving the weary, Hardhead meanders towards the middle of the ring. He looks to the hard camera and bows to them, earning a powerfully positive reaction from the crowd.
Diamond: Great respect shown by HHH here.
Once he stands up right, Hardhead raises his hand towards the announce table. He waves his hand, calling for something.
Baxter: Now what the hell does he want?
Diamond: He’s calling for a mic.
A mic is thrown nonchalantly into the ring. Hardhead manages to snag it in his right hand. He pounds the left one on top to test it out, and once the booms are heard, he begins to speak.
Hardhead: Terry Borden…bring that ass here, boy!
Diamond: Whoa!
The crowd goes crazy at such bold words. It doesn’t take too long for him to get a response.
Diamond: You ask, and you shall receive!
Baxter: The night just started! I might be deaf by the end of it!
Terry Borden enters the arena, hands at his waist and eyes boring a hole into HHH’s. Hardhead sits on the ropes, allowing him entrance.
Baxter: Does Hardhead know not to poke the bear? Or is he really that dumb?
Terry looks around at the roaring crowd for a bit. Eventually, he claps his hands and starts to stomp down to the ring.
Diamond: We might need some security out here…
Once Terry has reached the ring, he climbs the steps, standing on the apron, glaring at Hardhead who remains on the ropes. As Terry begins to enter, Hardhead sits up from the ropes, closing them just as leans down. The crowd gives off an “ooooooh” at this action.
Diamond: Hardhead turning his back to the Hall of Famer.
Baxter: Okay, he really is that dumb.
Terry enters the ring. Another mic is thrown in, which Terry soon catches. As Hardhead raises his mic to his mouth, the iconic music fades.
Hardhead: Ladies and gentlemen of Charlotte, Terry Borden!
The crowd gives off an unabashed cheer at the cheap pop. Terry nods his approval.
Hardhead: Look at it, they love ya! And they should. You’ve managed to etch your way into the hearts and minds of everybody here and everybody watching at home. You’ve made such a lasting impact that your name is in the WGWF Hall of Fame. Congratulations Terry!
Another, albeit smaller cheer is released for Terry.
Hardhead: I’m not gonna mock you for doing the same shit every night because…hey…clearly it’ worked out pretty well for you. However, I will make note of something: I’ve made a career of changing up who I am and what I do…yet…you’re the one with the ring on your finger.
A small pause sets over the crowd, with rumblings going all about regarding where this is going.
Hardhead: So Terry, we’re going to get to why you decided to rain on my victory last Brawl in a bit, but in the meantime…let’s figure out why you’re etched in immortality…and I’m fighting for relevance at 39. Pardon my curiosity, I am a jealous man by nature. I just find it a bit insulting when you can waltz out here anytime you want like you own the damn place. You see…here’s the thing about my return. The whole point of it is to prove that I deserve to be regarded as a legend. That’s why I challenged James Raven for his tour. That’s why I took umbrage with your gall to just claim that you deserve a piece of him before me. And quite frankly…Mr. Borden…I might respect the legacy you’ve built…but as a guy who’s worked his hardest to become stronger, more athletic, and actually improve and enhance what I do in this ring…I can’t respect a guy like you who does the same shit every…single…night.
Terry looks on, his arms crossed, waiting to see where this goes.
Hardhead: So I called you out online…I was offended you thought you deserved to budge in front of me…and that’s exactly why I’m back here in the first place: to prove that Hawaiian Hardhead isn’t a name you can just budge right by. That Hawaiian Hardhead isn’t a name to wave off. That Hawaiian Hardhead…is a name…just like…Terry…Borden.
The crowd applause this begrudging show of respect.
Hardhead: So while I personally do not get it, hey, I’m willing to play the game you want to play. So…we got a match at WrestleWars. We got ourselves a deal. Whoever wins gets the match with James Raven first. That’s all fine and dandy. My only hope is that you know where this will go…for the first time ever on the company’s biggest show…my debut PPV where I know that I will grow…and if you didn’t know by now…
Hardhead looks out to crowd who start to finish the sentence for him. Nonetheless, Hardhead smirks and ends it.
Hardhead:…I didn’t want you to know.
Hardhead tosses the mic out of the ring, allowing the floor, so to speak, to belong to Terry. Terry simply laughs at Hardhead causing the Hawaiian to bow up as he puffs his chest out. Terry tells Hardhead to hold on as he reaches down picking up the microphone that HHH simply tossed to the side.
TERRY BORDEN- “After standing here and listening to you bore me and all these good people of Charlotte to death, BROTHER, it seems to me that you’re a little bent over something that YOU initiated, DUDE!”
The crowd roars for Borden as they break out into a massive “TERRY! TERRY! TERRY!” chant directed towards the Icon as he continues.
TERRY BORDEN- “Nobody tried to jump you in line to face James Raven and if you go to the WGWF website under news and rumors you’ll see plain as freaking day I simply asked to be involved in the Legends versus Legends Tour and it was your fat ass that inserted yourself into that conversation, BROTHER!”
The crowd responds with a roar as Terry continues.
TERRY BORDEN- “To take it a step further it was YOU who insinuated that I was trying to take precedence over you and your match with James Raven… not me, DUDE! What you tried to do was push me around, what you tried to do was use my challenge as a way to throw some spotlight your way, what you tried to do was find an excuse to open that big mouth of yours only this time it’s GOING to cost you, BROTHER!”
Terry takes a minute as he stares across the ring at his opponent for Wrestle Wars Twelve before he continues.
TERRY BORDEN- “Really and truly all I did was use YOUR words to rope you into a match that will see me win and will see me “jump” you on this Legends versus Legends Tour, DUDE! You can spin it however you want BROTHER! You can twist it however you like but the one thing you won’t be able to do is say that you’re going to face James Raven before I do!”
Terry takes several small steps towards Hardhead as he continues.
TERRY BORDEN- “The only question I’ve got for you is this… WHATCHA GUNNA DO? WHATCHA GUNNA DO WHEN ME AND ALL MY AMERICAN-MANIACS RUN WILD ON YOU!”
Terry extends the microphone out towards Hardhead where he simply drops the microphone at HHH’s feet. Hardhead and Terry are nose-to-nose, the two big men looking like they’re about to go at odds.
Baxter: We need some help here!
Diamond: This is getting serious!
Hardhead, however, decides to let the feud rest. He backs up a bit, before offering his hand to Terry.
Diamond: Whoa…
Terry looks around the crowd, who begins to rise in anticipation. Terry holds his hand out, slowly and surely going towards Hardhead.
Eventually, they clasp hands, holding it tight in a sign of respect.
After a bit more staring and the crowd, calming down, Terry begins to leave. However, before he can, Hardhead brings it back, unleashing a headbutt right between Terry’s eyes.
Baxter: And here it goes!
Hardhead backs up to the ropes, perching down and waiting for Terry to stand. The veteran, rising to his feet with the help of his own set of ropes. The camera can catch a small stream of blood coming out of where the headbutt landed.
Diamond: And Terry’s busted open.
When Terry reaches his feet, he stumbles a bit before turning around. Hardhead charges, nailing a Spear to the American hero.
Diamond: Spear!
Hardhead gets out, pointing towards the hard camera with a huge smirk. The crowd’s cheers are mixed, but they begin to get much louder as Terry suddenly rolls over onto his knees, shaking his head wildly.
Baxter: Not so fast, Hawaiian dumb-ass!
Hardhead hears the crowd’s change in tune. As Terry gets to his feet, the blood flowing down his face, Hardhead turns around. That’s enough for Terry, who points his finger at Hardhead.
YOUUUUUUUUU!
Diamond: Now you’ve done it!
Hardhead just stares at him, shaking his head and knocking the finger out of his face. Hardhead tries a punch, but Terry blocks it, nailing one of his own. Soon, three more punches are unleashed onto the Hawaiian one.
Baxter: Hardhead might’ve just bitten off more than he could chew here.
Once Hardhead hits the ropes, Terry irish whips him across. When Hardhead gets there, he holds on tight. On instinct, Terry’s leg goes up for a boot. The two manage to stare at each other from their respective positions. It is only then that security shows up.
Diamond: Now security is here to keep this environment controlled.
The crowd doesn’t like it, showing their disdain with a huge amount of boos.
Neither does Terry, who begins to punch and shove away the security in the ring. Hardhead ducks out of the ring. He begins to walk around, reaching the ramp area.
Baxter: Walking away is the smartest thing HHH has done all night.
With his back still to the ring, Hardhead begins to walk up the ramp. At this point, Terry has finished with his last security guard. He exits the ring, going for Hardhead.
Diamond: Terry wants a piece of Hardhead right now!
As Terry gets ever closer, some road agents and more security guards get in his way. Hardhead turns around briefly to stare at Terry. Terry tries his damndest to break free, but the amount of bodies keep him back. Hardhead smirks at Terry before turning his back once more and heading out.
The crowd gives this a mixed reaction, all while Terry tries to go after him.
Diamond: Hawaiian Hardhead and Terry Borden will meet in the ring at WrestleWars, but in the meantime, Hardhead spills first blood. Now that Terry’s seeing red, how will he respond?
The feed fades away from there.
CHRIS DORLING’S ARRIVIAL:
Dorling is seen entering the Time Warner Cable Arena, wearing grey jeans and a black leather jacket, sports bag slung over his shoulder and milkshake in hand. Denise Essex is quick on the scene.
DENISE ESSEX: 'Mr Dorling! Mr Dorling!
DORLING: 'Hi, Denise.'
Dorling takes a sip of his milkshake.
DENISE ESSEX: 'Mr Dorling, how do you feel about going one on one with Black Death tonight, int what is such an important match?'
DORLING: 'All matches are important, Denise, but I agree; this is a biggie. I've never met Black Death in the ring before but I'm looking forward to what should be an excellent match.'
DENISE ESSEX: 'And what about your ongoing dispute with Paul Frost?'
DORLING: 'I'm not worried about Frosty. Not one bit.'
DENISE ESSEX: 'And where is your friend, Vitaly Petrovich? Is he not here with you tonight?'
Dorling takes the last sip of his milkshake and shakes the cup, smiling at Denise.
DORLING: 'I'll be fine, Denise. I'm more than capable of shaking it up all on my own.'
Dorling winks at Denise before continuing on his way.
The lights go out and "Catalyst" by Linkin Park hits on the PA and after a few quiet moments, the curtains part and two figures come through, at different paces. Silence doesn't have to hurry. He is as slow and inexorable as the grave. In comparison, Kyle Shane, his newly found partner, is more speedy, roaring out onto the stage with his arms held out. In the ring, Holt and Rigg exchange a look. Kyle and Silence stand at the top of the entrance ramp, with Kyle making motions to get the fans up out of their seats. Dustin Holt and Luke Riggs slide out to the floor and meet the two while on the way to the ring! The crowd erupts as Silence and Kyle pair off and get the better of a right handed exchange. Silence hurls Luke into the ring while Kyle and Dustin Holt brawl on the floor! Silence slides into the ring where the bell is called. Luke starts to get to his feet where he's decked with a hard right hand, there's a second and then a third that backs Riggs up into the ropes. Out on the floor Dustin Holt takes a Shark Bite to the backside! In the ring Silence hurls Riggs across the ring, he bounces off the ropes and rips off Luke Rigg's head with a big boot. Silence peels Luke Riggs off the mat and absolutely obliterates him with the Sounds of Silence chokeslam.
Kyle Shane: Tag me in!
It takes a few seconds for Silence to get his bearings. You can tell he's new at this teaming thing, too, as he hesitates at first before dragging Luke Riggs over to the corner by one arm. He tags Kyle in. Kyle grins, and he waits for Luke to start pulling himself up so that he can run in and deliver a bicycle knee, the Hidden Blade. Kyle pulls Luke up in a front facelock, shaking his head with a deadpan smirk on his face, and then CRUSHES Luke Riggs with a Pieces of Eden. It is at this moment that Dustin Holt, the 10,000x World Champion himself, comes running back in the ring, and Silence comes in to intercept him with a boot. Kyle Shane and Silence perform a double powerbomb/neckbreaker combo that flattens Dustin. And then, Kyle motions to Silence, who looks down at his partner. Kyle can be seen giving his new partner instructions, and Silence nods. He then walks over to the corner turnbuckle and just stands there with his arms crossed over his chest. Kyle climbs the turnbuckle behind Silence, stepping up onto the big man's shoulders. He balances there for a second before flipping off and flying high, using Silence as a springboard to hit a Requiescat In Pace across the prone Luke Riggs!
Now satisfied they've gotten their workout, Kyle hooks the leg for the pin.
1...
2...
3!
Ding Ding Ding
The Mic: Here are your winners... SILENCE AND KYLE SHANE!!
"The Sounds of Silence" by Disturbed begins playing, fading in to "The Catalyst" as Silence stands in the background, holding his arms up. Kyle Shane gets to his feet, and he motions to the crowd to show respect to his partner. As Kyle holds his arm up, he gestures to the announcer to hand him a mic.
Kyle Shane: You know, on last Brawl, you all were witness to a tide shift in the power balance here in the WGWF. You know it, and I know it. First, when Flash Rotten re-signed me to a contract, and told me to find my path to Wrestlewars, I came out here with a lot on my mind and a LOT to say. I talked about my dreams. I talked about power. I talked about the Royal Family sucking, that was a lot of it.
That draws a chuckle from the crowd.
Kyle Shane: But I came out in defiance of Adam Barker, not just for him denying me my chance to achieve immortality and continue my Wrestlewars Warrior Legacy... but in the name of the people he shows the most support for. The men and women who have turned this company into a cesspit of rampant ego. The men like MDK, like Chris Page, like Paul Frost that think that they're still owed everything in the company by default, that they can take what they want and give to their cronies titles and accomplishments that men like me and Silence here have spent our entire careers chasing. That men have broken their bodies and sacrificed their time trying to win. And goddammit, that does not sit right with me. You have the men who jumped me and were teeing off on me with a steel chair, Ryan Dusk and Kenneth Ridge, who were HANDED the Tag Team Championships by Paul Frost and are now parading them around, using them as props to proclaim themselves servants of Frost's will.
Getting fired up, Kyle paces around, and he points to Silence.
Kyle Shane: I mean, hell, if that's the case, I am naming Silence here the NEW, REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED INTERNET CHAMPION!
The monster quirks his head, not understanding what his new partner is doing.
Kyle Shane: What's that? That belt hasn't been seen since the days of Axel the Shark or Sentinel, pre-2010? Well who cares, if a non-wrestler can reactivate any title and it be legitimately sanctioned by Adam Barker, why not bring back anything? Why don't I name myself, Kyle Shane, as of this moment, the NEW, REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Hell, I have more of a claim to the Light-Heavyweight belt than Dusk and Ridge have to the Tag titles. I made that belt mean something and I was it's longest reigning champion.
Silence shakes his head, incredulous at Kyle's brash words. Kyle holds his hands up in the understood "It's okay, I've got this" gesture.
Kyle Shane: Or how about this, Ryan and Kenneth... we set aside all the talk of bringing old belts no one was using out of mothballs and we get down to what this is really about. It's about respect for this company. A company that I put the foundation into. Those Tag titles you're parading around holding up like you're worth something have a history and a respectability that you have tarnished. I held the WGWF Tag Team Championships twice, and I overcame some of the strongest competition in the Tag Division to claim them. In the summer of 2012, Roderick X and I won past a Tag Turmoil consisting of ten, TEN tag teams, a crowded field of competition in which you would never have been able to compete in. You wouldn't be anything more than an afterthought. I busted my ass to win the Tag Turmoil the first time, and I defended my title going up against real Hall of Famers like Rizzoko, Heels on Wheels, Dante Anglais, Grimoire Xmyles, and more. So you don't know what it's like to work for that, to build the legacy of those titles, to make them mean something. You two goons might have been given the belts by Frost, and been made whole by Barker... but you, bright boys, you are NOT champions. What you are is an affront to everything that those titles stand for, and when Silence and I kick the living piss outta you in front of 70,000 WGWF fans at Wrestlewars, then and only then will the Tag Team Championships be reborn. Then and only then will the Tag titles have someone who the fans will be proud to see with them.
Kyle seems to be finished, but then one final thought strikes him, and he smirks as he brings the mic closer to his lips.
Kyle Shane: Oh, and also... I've successfully defended the Tag Titles AT a Wrestlewars... have you?
Silence has a hungry, ready to fight look on his face. He cracks his knuckles in one hand.
Kyle Shane: This is where my Road to Wrestlewars has lead me, so be it. For the third time, Kyle Shane, paired with the monster Silence, will walk that aisle carrying the Tag title gold, and I will strike a blow for the pride and history that men have fought and bled for. I will be the light that the newly reignited Tag division needs, me and my pal here... and when I add another history making accolade to my CV and bring Extinction crashing down, it will be another... ACHIEVEMENT... UNLOCKED!!
Kyle drops the mic and holds his arms out arrogantly, as he exits the ring. Silence steps over the top rope to the outside as well. The two of them confer as they walk up the ramp, and Kyle has a big grin on his face.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE w/ DENISE ESSEX:
The crowd erupts as we fade backstage where Andy Johnson-Page is standing with Denise Essex who takes us away.
DENISE ESSEX- “We are all still in shock with you showing up tonight on Brawl and taking out your father, Chris Page!”
ANDY JOHNSON- PAGE- “What you saw out there tonight was the boy becoming a man!”
Sheer intensity from Andy as he turns his attention towards the camera as he continues.
ANDY JOHNSON- “Some might consider it suicide to walk into Wrestle Wars Twelve Non-Sanctioned against my father but I….
Suddenly Chris Page burst on to the scene driving Andy back and into the set causing it to collapse as Page takes him down with a double leg take down before hammering down with hard right hands!!
DENISE ESSEX- “WE NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!!
Andy reverses the positioning and now is on top of Page and hammers down with hard right hands to the roar from the crowd!! We see the interview area flooded with Agents and Security as they separate Andy from Page!
CHRIS PAGE- “I’M GOING TO PUT YOU IN THE GROUND JUST LIKE YOUR WHORE OF A MOTHER!”
Andy tries to fight free from being restrained as does Chris Page as both men simply want to rip the other one apart!
Diamond: I don’t think the ninth brigade can keep these two men apart!!
ANDY JOHNSON- “YOU’RE GOING TO PAY! YOU’RE GOING TO PAY DEARLY!”
They usher each man off in a different direction as the scene cuts back to ringside.
“Drag Me To Hell” by Auto De Fe begins to play. There is a smattering of applause as Dark Shadow bounces onto the stage, ready for a fight. He looks a little pensive, yet he waves to the crowd.
Baxter: Well folks, you’ve got to wonder who The Dark Shadow pissed off backstage after such a prolonged period of absence to be put in THIS contest.
Diamond: He is a heavy underdog heading in to this match, but you would have thought that over the years he would have matured and honed his craft. This is The Dark Shadow’s first match back in the WGWF…
Baxter: ...and his last.
Diamond: But you cannot count him out. Any man with two hands has a fighting chance. He was the XWF’s first champion of the Reboot Era, ended the career of Monolith and has even survived Paul Frost in the past!
Baxter: He only survived because he was allowed to survive. After all, it was the judgement of G O D !
Diamond: He may have survived a God’s judgement, but will he survive the judgement of a Devil?
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.
Baxter: DS has got to be wishing that they’d just leave those shackles on.
Diamond: You’ve got to believe that Grimoire Xmyles is looking to vent a little frustration tonight. Ever since The West Coast Rumble, Lunacy and Anarchy have been the blockades between his own success and failure.
Baxter: But Anarchy are barred from the building tonight, so GX can pretty much do what he pleases without having to look over his shoulder.
Diamond: I don’t know whether that is particularly a good thing or not. Especially if you are The Dark Shadow.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings. GX licks his lips menacingly as Dark Shadow already looks a little overwhelmed. Grimoire takes a step forward. Dark Shadow slides one foot back nervously.
Crowd: “GRIMOIRE’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIMOIRE’S GONNA KILL YOU!”
GX leans forward, pointing to the side of his cheek. Is he letting Dark Shadow throw the first punch? Uncertainly, Dark Shadow looks to the crowd, their lust for blood forces the cheers out of them. With something akin to a shrug, he pulls his arm back and delivers the biggest punch that he can muster. GX’s head snaps to one side, throwing his entire upper body to one side. The Dark Shadow smiles to himself, impressed by the power he exerted in that punch, but that grin soon fades as Grimoire slowly returns to a normal standing position, the smile on his face now full of menace. Sensing the immediate danger, Dark Shadow throws punch after punch at Grimoire’s face, a flurry of rapid shots hit their mark.
The crowd erupts as The Dark Shadow shoves GX into the ropes and whips him across the ring. Using the opposite ropes to build his own momentum, The Dark Shadow hits a Clothesline, knocking The Phobia to the mat. The Dark Shadow looks flabbergasted. He looks at his own two fists, feeling the adrenaline and the power pumping through his veins. With that, he dives on top of GX and begins throwing even more rapid fire punches before springing his legs upwards into a handstand of sorts, before crashing a knee straight into the heart of GX. GX lets out a wail, but he appears to be laughing hysterically like a child being tickled. Immediately, Dark Shadow is unnerved once again. He pulls GX onto his feet and hits a Scoop Slam before bouncing off the ropes once more, delivering a Leg Drop akin to Terry Borden. Dark Shadow with the cover!
ONE!
KICKOUT!
Dark Shadow glares at Grimoire, who sits up and meets his stare with a smile still etched across his face. Dark Shadow springs forward once again, agilely hitting a Shining Wizard, drilling his knee right into GX’s nose! GX lets out another laugh, wiping the palm of his hand upwards over his nostrils, checking for blood. There is none. Unimpressed, GX can be heard screaming “More!” at Dark Shadow. The young fighter looks extremely distressed.
Never before has he come across such a deranged individual as this.
He backs away as Grimoire slithers across the mat, trying to make his own face connect with Dark Shadow’s foot. Growing impatient, Grimoire pushes himself onto his feet and launches himself at The Dark Shadow, taking him down with a Shoulder Block. His jacket flails around him as he unleashes another flurry of punches. He rolls off of Dark Shadow and simply begins to kick Dark Shadow repeatedly in the side. Not stomps, but proper wind-back kicks as if he is punting a football. Dark Shadow tries to escape, but as he pushes himself up onto his knees, GX drives his foot deep into Dark Shadow’s gut, the force flipping him up and over. Grimoire drops down and makes a cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
Dark Shadow didn’t kick out…
Grimoire yanked his shoulders off the mat.
Baxter: This does not bode well for The Dark Shadow. He’s pretty much Grimoire’s chew toy at this point!
Diamond: Dark Shadow should run while he has the chance.
Grimoire picks Dark Shadow up before delivering a stiff headbutt that immediately busts Dark Shadow’s head open. Blood begins to trickle across Dark Shadow’s face as GX viciously rakes his eyes. The official threatens to disqualify Xmyles if he continues to administer such dirty tactics, but his warning falls on deaf ears as Grimoire boots Dark Shadow right between the legs. With Shadow clutching his pods, hunched over slightly, GX hoists him up onto his shoulders, before essentially dropping him with a Jackknife Powerbomb. He begins coiling himself around The Dark Shadow, locking him in a Cattle Mutilation type of move; The Switchblade! Dark Shadow screams in agony. Grimoire can be seen hissing something at The Dark Shadow. As the cameraman moves in closer, his words become disturbingly clear.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: If you tap, you die.
The resolve of The Dark Shadow is admirable as he somehow finds the will not to tap, sending a sprawling leg to reach the bottom rope. The referee begins to count to five. GX keeps the hold in for 4.99 seconds, breaking the hold before the official can call for the bell.
Diamond: Wow… I never thought I’d see the day where GX actually followed a rule!
Baxter: Well, if he didn’t break the hold, he wouldn’t be able to spend as much time tormenting The Dark Shadow as would have done.
The Dark Shadow writhes in pain on the floor as Grimoire Xmyles lets out a wicked grin. He certainly is not finished with The Dark Shadow just yet. He grabs DS by the arm and hauls him up onto the turnbuckle in a seated position. Grimoire slowly ascends, using his head as a battering ram against Dark Shadow’s lower jaw. It looks like a tooth has gone flying! Dark Shadow is grabbed by GX once he has reached the top turnbuckle, setting him up for a Superplex. GX hoists DS upwards, but instead of falling back, he falls forward slightly… AND DROP DARK SHADOW’S HEAD RIGHT ON THE STEEL RINGPOST! DS tumbles lifelessly onto the outside of the ring, crashing into the steel ring step on his descent before coming to a stop in a crumpled heap on the outside.
Baxter: PHOBIA SYNDROME!
Diamond: That’s it for The Dark Shadow. He’s done.
Baxter: But apparently, Grimoire isn’t!
Grimoire follows Dark Shadow out of the ring. He grabs Dark Shadow’s lifeless body, but feeling no weight in his arm, he lets him go. Grimoire lets out a slightly bored sigh. He looks towards the ring apron. That sick grin begins to appear on GX’s face once again. He lifts the sheeting of the ring apron and begins to rummage around under the ring. He soon emerges, dragging something of substantial weight and surface area behind him…
… A WOODEN CRUCIFIX WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE!
Diamond: Dear… God…
GX slides the crudely made wooden structure into the ring. The official berates GX as he reenters the ring, trying to kick it unceremoniously out of the ring with his foot, being wary of the razor wire that surrounds it. With a snarl, GX boots the official right in the gut before planting him with his own version of a Stunner.
Baxter: Shock Treatment to the referee!
Diamond: This has descended into chaos! But would we really expect anything less from Grimoire Xmyles?
With nobody left to impede him, Grimoire turns his attention back to The Dark Shadow on the outside… except he’s not on the outside…
He’s ready and waiting…
HE DRILLS GX WITH A VICIOUS GORE!
Diamond: GORE! THE DARK SHADOW WITH THE GORE!
Baxter: We were expecting a different sort of Gore up to this point, but The Dark Shadow might have actually turned this match around!
Diamond: Dark Shadow is covering… but there’s no referee!
The crowd count the pinfall on The Dark Shadow’s behalf. ONE! TWO! THREE! This match should be over! The Dark Shadow should have just pulled off the greatest upset in WGWF history! DS tries to shake the referee back to life to no avail. He looks back to GX, who is still laying flat on his back, but he now has his hands clasped behind his head like a pillow, staring and laughing at The Dark Shadow’s misfortune. He does wince a little as his ribs twinge from his own amusement, although it may have had something to do with the Gore from Dark Shadow just moments before.
Dark Shadow tries to grab Grimoire’s feet, but GX boots him away before clambering back up onto his feet. Dark Shadow senses the danger. He figures that the best defense is a good offense. He lunges at GX, looking for another Gore perhaps, but GX throws a foot up to stop DS right in his tracks. Winded, he tries to catch his breath for just a second, but a second is all that GX needs to scoop Dark Shadow up in his arms and plant him straight on top of the crucifix wrapped in barbed wire!!! Dark Shadow lets out a deafening scream that would be more at place within a horror movie. GX begins to stamp on Dark Shadow’s chest to the elation of the bloodthirsty crowd. Knowing that his is grounded, GX kneels down next to The Dark Shadow, looping a stray length of barbed wire tightly around The Dark Shadow’s wrist. Blood begins to seep from the hands of both men, yet Grimoire does not look at all ill at ease as the claret begins to drip onto the canvas.
Diamond: I… I’ve never seen an individual act without remorse. Just what is Grimoire trying to prove here?
Baxter: I would say that he’s sending a message to Lunacy and Anarchy. This could be his fate come WrestleWars!
By this point, GX has switched sides and has utilized another length of barbed wire, wrapping it around the opposite wrist. The Dark Shadow dares to try and free himself, but the razor wrist cuts into his wrists; inadvertent self-harm. The official is starting to come around, noticing the horrific scene unfolding in front of him. Defiantly, he clambers back up to his feet as GX starts to walk back across the ring toward the ropes. Almost nonchalantly, GX delivers a SECOND SHOCK TREATMENT TO THE OFFICIAL!
Diamond: He can’t do that!
Baxter: I think you’ll find he just did. Are YOU going to get in there and stop him?
Diamond: …
Pausing to reflect, GX stares blankly out towards the crowd. They roar with adulation. He lets out a sickening smile as he heads for the ropes once more, dropping down to the ring apron before heading beneath the ring one more time, looking for some goodies to gift to The Dark Shadow. DS remains helpless in the ring, wincing with every breath. GX can be seen stuffing something into his jacket before reaching deeper under the ring; only his feet protrude for a moment.
Diamond: What is he looking for now?
His answer comes in the form of a large military-grade jerry can. Given the effort required by Grimoire to lift the can onto the ring apron, along with the subsequent thud it exerts upon making contact, it is rather obvious that it has been filled with liquid. Sure enough, as Grimoire re-enters the ring, he unscrews the cap from the can and proceeds to dump the fluid all over The Dark Shadow’s face. He splutters, trying to spit the foul-tasting substance out of his mouth. He eventually works his way down The Dark Shadow’s torso, down his legs, all the way to his feet and then back up to his crotch, where he continuously pours a stream in ‘that area.’ Finally, Grimoire stops, looking over the situation, before splashing a little bit more on his crotch for good measure. And then a little bit more.
And a bit more.
With a shrug, he simply dumps whatever is left in the jerry can onto The Dark Shadow’s ‘dark shadow,’ beating the base of the can with his hand to shake out any remaining droplets. With all his might, he throws the metallic jerry can at Dark Shadow’s head. With a hollow ‘clonk,’ it knocks Dark Shadow unconscious, his head slumps into a pillow of barbed wire behind his head.
The whole of the ringside area is consumed by a pungent aroma of petroleum. The canvas looks sodden! With that, Grimoire reaches into the inside of his jacket, searching down the length of one of his sleeves to pull out… A BLOWTORCH!?
Diamond: No! This is too much! Don’t do it, Grimoire!
Baxter: The fans are BEGGING for this to happen. They’re just as twisted as the man himself.
Diamond: There’s violence. And then there’s this! This is tantamount to murder.
As if hearing the sentiments in Derrick Diamond’s yells, security personnel swarm the ringside area. Only the bravest dare to mount the ring apron and earn the dissatisfaction of Grimoire Xmyles. The deranged man in the ring looks at them one at a time. Some are armed with batons, others have stun guns. One brave, or foolish soul clambers between the ropes and thrusts his stun gun forward, only for GX to crack him straight over the head with the barrel of the blowtorch. He immediately picks up the stun gun before another guard can rush him. He wields the stun gun, letting the electricity fly and spark between its prongs. Wisely, the guard steps backwards, out from the ropes and drops down. They can only watch in horror as GX thrusts the stun gun downwards into Dark Shadow’s torso, zapping him into a frenzy. It is fortunate that the electricity does not ignite the gasoline the still drips from Dark Shadow, yet it seeps into the open wounds all around Dark Shadow’s body.
With one almighty heave, Grimoire props the crucifix, with DS still attached, against one of the turnbuckles. So long is the vertical post of the crucifix that Dark Shadow is only being supported by the razor wire around his wrists. Finally, GX lifts the blowtorch proudly above his head, engaging the flame to run constantly. The security guards drag their fallen comrade out of the ring before he is caught in the crossfire. More and more individuals gather around the ring, inclusive of personnel from the fire department, armed with fire extinguishers and hoses.
Grimoire begins to step out of the ring, still with the blowtorch spitting flame. He draws his arm back, ready to toss it into the ring…
ADAM BARKER: Stop! Stop this immediately!
The crowd erupts into boos as Adam Barker himself steps out onto the stage. Grimoire maliciously looks to his left, his neck twisted and contorted to look at him with distain.
ADAM BARKER: This match is over. The winner of the contest via knockout is Grimoire Xmyles.
The fans erupt into boos once more. Not at the outcome of the match, but the manner in which it was decided. Grimoire slowly lifts the blowtorch in his hand up to head-height before shooting a lick of flame into the air, which the crowd instantly recognizes with cheers.
ADAM BARKER: I think you’ve made your point, Xmyles. I want you to turn off the blowtorch and step away from the ring. You’re dismissed for the evening. Go home, go find some abandoned puppies to maim, I really don’t care WHAT you do, so long as it is outside of MY ring and MY company.
Grimoire seems to like the concept of finding some abandoned puppies, but out of sheer ignorance lets another spurt of fire out of the blowtorch threateningly, as if tempting Adam Barker to get stop him himself. Adam Barker remains at a safe distance at the top of the entrance ramp.
ADAM BARKER: I’m warning you. If you do this, you WILL regret it. I’ll ensure that you never get your match with Lunacy at WrestleWars. Is that what you want?
He pauses for a moment, his crazed expression turns even more psychotic, almost enraged by such a prospect. With a look of pure venom, he throws the blowtorch into the air. It doesn’t even make contact with the canvas before the whole ring goes up in flames!!!
Fans in the front few rows are blown back by the instantaneous heat. Grimoire himself is thrown back onto the entrance ramp, his clothing aflame. Firefighters immediately spew water, foam and other retardants to put out the flames. Their quick thinking means that the ring has only been aflame for a few seconds. They dive into the ring, throwing everything they have on top of Dark Shadow. Within moments, the ring is nothing but a charred wasteland. Everybody looks on in total disbelief! Adam Barker breaks the awkward silence.
ADAM BARKER: You’ve just dug your own grave! GRIMOIRE XMYLES… YOU’RE FIRED!
The sudden hatred from the crowd is deafening. Adam Barker looks incredibly proud of himself, but Grimoire displays no remorse whatsoever. He slowly trudges up the entrance ramp. He is still on fire! A quick squirt from a fire extinguisher in the hands of a firefighter soon rectifies that, but Grimoire gives thanks by socking him straight in the jaw before returning his focus back to Adam Barker. Even more security guards appear, standing at Adam Barker’s side to prevent any harm from coming to him. As Grimoire reaches the top of the stage, he pauses in his tracks right in front of Adam Barker. A drop of sweat appears on Barker’s head. He gulps worriedly. Grimoire simply smiles, undeterred by the actions of the senior figure.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: You can fire me. But you cannot stop me.
With that ominous prophecy establishing a little faith in the fans, Grimoire slowly walks past Adam Barker. Neither man takes their eyes off one another as The Phobia passes him, his clothes still singeing from the fire.
Diamond: What have we just seen!? Grimoire Xmyles has basically KILLED The Dark Shadow in this very ring. Adam Barker has FIRED Grimoire Xmyles. What does this mean for Lunacy at WrestleWars?
Baxter: You heard GX. Adam Barker can’t stop him from doing what he WANTS to do. I don’t think firing him will make a difference. GX and Lunacy will collide in some way, shape or form.
Diamond: I’d like to believe you, comrade. But I can’t see how GX will be able to change the management’s mind about this.
Baxter: Well before anything else… I think we’re going to need a new ring.
The smoldering remains of The Dark Shadow are carefully cut free from the crucifix and loaded onto a waiting stretcher. The fans in attendance cannot quite believe what they have just witnessed. Perhaps they feel some sort of remorse for taunting The Dark Shadow the way that they had done at the start of this match?
It becomes apparent that this is not the case. A chant has broken out as he is carted up the entrance ramp…
“Na Na Naaa Na, Na Na Naaa Na… Hey Heeeey… GOODBYE!”
“Na Na Naaa Na, Na Na Naaa Na… Hey Heeeey… GOODBYE!”
“Na Na Naaa Na, Na Na Naaa Na… Hey Heeeey… GOODBYE!”
As ring technicians begin replacing several damaged parts of the ring, we cut to a commercial break.
UNLIKELY FRIEND…
Dorling is seen sitting on a desk backstage, wearing his ring gear and token 'There's no I in Team Dorling' t-shirt, eating from a box of popcorn. His expression turns to a frown as two men walk along the corridor towards him - Dusk and Ridge.
DORLING: 'Oh, here we go.'
DUSK: 'You are unwise to mock GOD in such a way.'
DORLING: 'You are uncool to be a total douche in such a way.'
DUSK: 'You should hold your tongue, lest we hold it for you.'
DORLING: 'I wish somebody would hold yours.'
RIDGE: 'You will...'
Another figure - Black Death - appears in the hall way.
BLACK DEATH: 'He will what?'
Dusk and Ridge look at each other.
They leave, and Dorling offers some popcorn to Black Death.
DORLING: 'You could have just let them soften me up you know, we DO have a match tonight.'
BLACK DEATH: 'That's not how I work my man - I want you at your best when I beat you so you have no excuses.'
Dorling jumps down from the desk.
DORLING: 'Fair enough.'
He throws a couple of pieces of popcorn at Black Death, making 'pew pew' laser noises as he does so, then begins to walk away.
DORLING: 'See you in the ring big guy.'