Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Apr 3, 2018 17:27:32 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENTS
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
4.2.18
COLONIAL LIFE AREA
COLUMBIA, SOUTH CAROLINA
Monday Night Brawl takes the air live with the crowd all standing in unison giving the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl, Flash Rotten, a standing ovation as he walks out through the curtain and to the top of the ramp.
Diamond: Welcome to the final stop before Wrestle Wars Twelve! Welcome to Monday Night Brawl!
Baxter: And welcome to the final Brawl telecast that we will ever have to see this man’s face on!
Flash is in a black suit, white dress shirt with a black and white striped tie on. He starts to walk towards the ring. The ovation is unreal as the bottom lip of Rotten quivers. He reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron before stepping through the ropes. Flash walks right across the ring reaching through the ropes calling for the microphone which he is handed by Donald Masters. Flash reaches center ring as the music fades away leaving Flash standing center ring to a solid ovation from the crowd as he raises his microphone.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Ladies and Gentleman….”
The crowd pops huge as they chant along with Flash as he continues.
FLASH ROTTEN and FANS- “MY name is Flash Rotten and I am YOUR general manager of Monday Night Brawl!”
The crowd pops huge once again!
FLASH ROTTEN- “Columbia, South Carolina allow me to Thank You for the warm reception you’ve given me as reality is that tonight could very well be my last night on Monday Night Brawl.”
The crowd breaks out into massive boos!
FLASH ROTTEN- “Reality is that we are just two short weeks away from Wrestle Wars Twelve, we’re just two short weeks away from Mercedes Benz Stadium and we’re just two short weeks away from Adam Barker versus Flash Rotten!”
There’s a massive pop for Flash as the crowd starts a chant of “ROTTEN! ROTTEN! ROTTEN!” drawing a smirk from the General Manager.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I’m not going to stand out here and try to fool anyone of you because we all know a Professional Wrestler I am not, I’m not going to stand out here and convince anyone that this is going to be an epic confrontation because in all honesty it’s probably going to be the sloppiest wrestling match to ever take place at Wrestle Wars…”
Flash sarcastically spouts out to some laughter from the crowd.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Some people say I’m crazy for issuing the challenge to a former 4 time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion; that’s right folks, don’t let the fact that Adam sits on the Board fool any of you either, he’s an accomplished veteran to this game… but while Mr. Barker is an accomplished Professional Wrestler I’m not coming to Atlanta to wrestle… I’m GOING to Atlanta for a FIGHT!”
The crowd erupts!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “I’m going to Atlanta, Georgia and I’m putting my professional career on the line because YOU FANS deserve to watch a program that isn’t focused around personal friends of the Chairman but instead is focused on WHO gets it done in this ring where it matters! I’m tired of all the games the Board of Directors are playing; namely you, ADAM! Come Wrestle Wars Twelve I’ll either run this program as I see fit WITHOUT any bullshit from the Board of Directors or you’ll be seeing a lot more of the same ole same ole with Adam Barker calling the shots.”
The crowd boos at the mere thought of having to deal with Adam Barker on a full time basis.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I might be out of my league but it won’t stop me from standing up for what I believe in and what I believe in the WGWF!”
The crowd pops!
FLASH ROTTEN- “I believe in those boys and girls behind that curtain to come out here and provide you with quality wrestling and quality entertainment each and every time they step foot inside the squared circle and the winners and losers should be determined by who the better man inside this ring is and not who’s lips are on the asses of the Board of Directors.”
There’s a massive pop from the crowd.
FLASH ROTTEN- “The tit for tat game has officially come to an end and I wanted to come out here tonight to let each and every one of you fans in attendance, the fans watching live from the comfort of their own homes and to all the athletes behind that curtain that believe in me, that believe in the movement that I’m trying to facilitate that I will NOT let you down!”
The building erupts with loud boos as Adam Barker emerges out to the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand and a huge smile on his face displaying his pearly whites. The music fades as Adam raises his microphone.
ADAM BARKER- “With everything that you’ve been spouted off at the mouth about there’s but one thing that you’ve stated that is one hundred percent correct on…”
Adam continues to walk towards the ring where Flash stands with his arms crossed across his chest.
ADAM BARKER- “You’re in over your head.”
The crowd roars with boos as there’s another smirk from Adam Barker as he reaches ringside where he looks up and into the ring at Flash Rotten.
ADAM BARKER- “Ladies and Gentleman take a good long look at the man that you see standing in that ring..”
Adam states as he starts to walk up the steel ring steps to the ring apron.
ADAM BARKER- “Because I guarantee you that this will be the LAST time you see him on Monday Night Brawl.”
The crowd boos intently as Adam has reached the ring apron and steps through the ropes entering the ring where he stands across from Flash Rotten.
ADAM BARKER- “Two weeks away, Flash, two short weeks away and I am going to end this thing once and for all; and while I appreciate you reminding everyone of just who the hell I am in actuality I need no introduction from someone like you. “
The boos continue as Adam looks directly at Flash.
ADAM BARKER- “If it wasn’t for me giving you a job fifteen years ago you would still be jockeying an announce table on the indies!”
The crowd lets out a collective gasp as Adam’s verbal assault continues.
ADAM BARKER- “Nobody is looking forward to Wrestle Wars Twelve more than I am and I’m ecstatic that you’re coming for a fight because it’s a fight that you’re going to get!”
Adam walks right up in Flash Rotten’s face as he lowers his microphone. Flash simply shakes his head as he raises his microphone.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Are you done?”
Adam raises his microphone only to have Flash cover it with his left hand as he states.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Rhetorical question.”
Flash moves his left hand off Adam’s microphone as he continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “You might have given me a job… but I’ll be damned if I let you take it away!”
Flash shoves Barker back into a neutral corner with his back towards the entrance ramp. The crowd erupts with LOUD boos as CHRIS PAGE sprints down to the ring where he slides into the ring blind siding Flash Rotten with a stiff forearm to the back of the neck dropping Flash where he stands!
Diamond: Chris Page from behind!!
Page reaches down picking Flash up and holding him by both arms as Adam starts unloading with right hands to the exposed midsection of Flash Rotten!! Barker starts hammering away at Rotten’s face with vicious and brutal right hands to massively loud boos from the crowd!
Baxter: Collectively they’re doing number on the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl!
Adam removes his jacket as Flash is seemingly out on his feet as he’s being held up by Chris Page. Adam calls for Page to shoot Rotten towards him who he does and Adam delivers a boot to the midsection doubling Flash over. Adam looks to deliver DAMNATION only to see Flash drop to his knees and deliver a low blow to Adam Barker!
Diamond: Rotten with a low blow!!
The crowd roars for Flash Rotten only to boo louder as Page kicks Rotten in the back of the head!
The crowd roars!! Page shifts his attention towards the top of the ramp as CHRIS DORLING emerges out! Page drops down to the mat rolling out to the floor where charges up the ramp! Dorling and Page meet with a heated exchange of right hands!! Dorling and Page brawl back through the curtain leaving Adam Barker getting back to his feet where he clutches at his junk.
Baxter: Flash might have put Barker’s nuts in his throat with that one.
Barker stomps down on the back of Rotten several times where he picks him up off the mat before delivering a swinging neckbreaker to Flash Rotten! The crowd erupts with loud boos as Flash is down while Adam reaches his feet. He signals once again for the DAMNATION!
There’s a mixed reception from the crowd as the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion THE TRISTAN SLATER!!
Diamond: What the hell is he doing out here?!?!
THE Tristan Slater starts to walk towards the ring with the World Title slung over his right shoulder. THE Tristan Slater reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron. Adam Barker and THE Tristan Slater lock eyes when suddenly Adam starts to applaud!
Baxter: YES!!
THE Tristan Slater lifts the World Title from his shoulder where he hands it over to Adam who slings it over his shoulder. Tristan cracks his knuckles as he shifts his attention towards Flash Rotten who is now managed to get to a seated position in a neutral corner.
Baxter: Adam Barker has enlisted the services of the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion!
Suddenly Slater turns decking Adam Barker in the face sending the Chairman of the Board down to the mat!! Barker rolls out to the floor as Tristan reaches down picking his World Title up off the mat as Adam clutches his jaw while pointing at Slater. THE Tristan Slater shifts his attention towards Flash Rotten who has a look of complete and total shock on his face as the scene fades.
** Hawaiian Hardhead on commentary **
DING…. DING…. DING…..
Masters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall; currently in the ring he is LUKE RIGGS!!!
The crowd roars with boos as Luke Riggs throws his right arm up in the air to loud boos from the crowd.
Masters: And introducing his opponent….
The crowd pops with anticipation….
The roof explodes!!!
Masters: About to make his way to the ring… “THE REAL AMERICAN” TERRY BORDEN!!!
Borden emerges out to the top of the ramp to a rockstar like ovation! He starts to make the walk towards the ring!!
Diamond: Two weeks from tonight Terry Borden and Hawaiian Hardhead will hook it up at Wrestle Wars Twelve, if Borden wins he takes Hardhead’s spot on the James Raven Legend versus Legend Tour.
Baxter: That’s a big “if”.
Terry Borden reaches ringside where he makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron. He rears back and points over the top rope at Luke Riggs to a loud “YOU” chant from the crowd before Borden steps through the ropes and into the ring ripping off his red and yellow AMERICANMANIA tank top before throwing it out towards the crowd followed by yanking off his bandanna.
DING…. DING…. DING…
Borden and Riggs start to circle each other and as they’re about to lock up…
Borden’s attention shifts towards the top of the ramp where we see Hawaiian Hardhead emerge out to the top of the ramp decked out in “AMERICANMANIA” swag from a bandanna to tank top and shades! Hardhead starts to make the walk towards the ring as Borden now shifts all his attention towards him. Hardhead reaches ringside cheering for Borden as he comes around the ring towards the commentators table.
Diamond: It looks like he’s coming to join us!
Borden is completely distracted allowing Riggs to come up from behind rolling Borden up with a School Boy!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THRE…
Borden escapes with a kick out and a huge gasp from the crowd as Hardhead joins Diamond and Baxter on commentary.
Diamond: Mr. Hardhead! What a treat it is to see you here!
Hardhead: Terry better focus on his match. And yes, hello Diamond, Baxter, nice to join you.
Baxter: I was just telling Diamond here how impossible it's going to be for Terry to beat you.
Hardhead: I appreciate the support my good sir, but I'm just here to scout.
Borden gets back to his feet behind Riggs who opens up with right hands to Borden’s face as the crowd roars with boos towards Riggs as he hammers Borden back into a neutral corner. Riggs comes forward with a chop across the chest before attempting and Irish Whip that’s countered by Borden sending Riggs crashing into the buckles where he walks into a Running Clothesline by Borden that sends Riggs to the mat! The fans erupt as Borden catches Riggs with a hard right hand as gets to a vertical base followed by a second that sends Riggs back into a neutral corner.
Diamond: Clothesline there by Borden!
Baxter: Riggs is not favoring things well here tonight.
Hardhead: Riggs needs to spend more time hammering into Terry.
Borden lands a hard right hand followed by a knife edge chop! There’s another right hand followed by another chop across the chest before bringing Riggs out to the center of the ring where he scoops him up and slams him down to the mat! Borden drops an elbow before popping back to his feet where he drops a second elbow! Borden pops back up dropping a third elbow across the chest of Riggs before making a cover.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THR….
Riggs kicks out as we see Borden work his way back to his feet.
Diamond: Near count there.
Hardhead: Riggs is a nice talent to have. He's not an easy win.
Baxter: How quick did you beat him again?
Hardhead: He's not an easy win if you're 50.
Borden reaches down picking Riggs up off the mat where he takes him back into a corner and sends him across the ring into the opposite buckles. Borden gives chase where he eats a reverse elbow to the jaw by Riggs which staggers Borden out towards the center of the ring. Riggs comes out from the corner with a Superkick to the jaw of Borden sending him crumbling to the mat!! Riggs drops down making a cover!
Hardhead: OH DAMN!
Diamond: Superkick to Terry!
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO…. THRE….
Borden fires a shoulder up off the mat to a huge ovation from the crowd.
Baxter: Not that I'm suggesting anything concrete here, but HHH might actually have a point on Riggs.
Hardhead: Aw man, if that was it I would've had to add another move to my repertoire.
Diamond: That Superkick looked like it knocked Terry clean out!
Riggs transitions into a rear chin lock as the referee gets in prime position asking Borden to surrender. The crowd begins a massive “BORDEN! BORDEN! BORDEN!” chant as they rally behind their hero. The referee asks Borden again to surrender and again he refuses before he starts to work his way back to his feet where he turns into the chin lock and counters by hoisting Riggs up into the air before driving him down into the mat with a side suplex which brings a roar from the crowd!
Hardhead: I'm going to be honest, a suplex is not something I expected to see out of Terry.
Diamond: Terry's certainly got a bag of tricks behind his back that he can pull out of when the times is necessary.
Baxter: There's a joke about pulling things out I want to make but we have a guest with us.
Hardhead: Reminds me of that time last week with my girlf--
Diamond: Looks like Terry's startin to move here!
Borden starts to stir as he begins to work his way back to his feet where he points down at Riggs with his left index finger while clutching his right hand up near his face. Borden allows Riggs to roll over to his chest where he starts pushing himself up to a vertical base. Riggs spins around looking to find Borden and eats a boot to the midsection followed by a DDT from Borden! Terry Borden makes the cover hooking the closest leg.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THRE…
Riggs kicks out to a gasp from the crowd.
Hardhead: I swear that that was a three.
Diamond: Borden showed his resilience there--
Baxter: Nah it was a three.
Diamond:--managing to kick out at two.
Borden reaches his feet where he reaches down picking Riggs up off the mat. He delivers a hard right hand followed by a second and then a third before backing Riggs up and into the ropes, he fires Riggs across the ring with an Irish Whip, Riggs bounces off the ropes and into the BIG BOOT OF DOOM! The crowd roars massively as Borden points at Hawaiian Hardhead before bouncing off the ropes and dropping the ATOMIC LEG DROP OF DEATH across the throat of Luke Riggs! Borden executes the cover.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO…. THREE!!!
DING… DING… DING….
Masters: The winner of this contest, TERRY BORDEN!!
Diamond: And that'll do it!
Hardhead: Hell of an effort by Riggs here tonight.
Terry continues celebrating in the ring, getting all sides of the ring. Once he reaches the commentator's booth, Terry stares down at him.
Hardhead: What? Do I got something on my face?
Baxter: You mean besides your face?
Hardhead: There's no drops on my nose, right? I watched Titanic earlier and I might've lost it at the end there.
Terry sits on the ropes, widening the gap and signalling for Hardhead to enter.
Diamond: I think he's inviting you into the ring, HHH.
Hardhead shrugs, taking his headset off. The crowd only cheers this.
Diamond: Hardhead lookin for some action!
As Hardhead hops onto the apron, Terry gets off the ropes, effectively turning his back to Hardhead.
Baxter: How disrespectful!
Diamond: Terry paying Hardhead back for last week.
Hardhead doesn't stop. No, he flies through the middle and top ropes. He rolls through, finding himself in a three point stance.
Diamond: But Hardhead goin for a Spear!
When Terry turns around, Hardhead charges. What HHH doesn't expect, however, is a BIG BOOT OF DOOM in the middle of the move!
Diamond: That Big Boot!
Baxter: Not where Hardhead wanted to be!
When HHH hits the mat back first, Terry notices the situation. He starts getting the crowd into it, causing them give off some massive ovations! Terry plays to them for a bit more before rushing to the ropes.
However, before the ATOMIC LEG DROP OF DOOM can be hit, Hardhead rolls out of the ring. This doesn't sit well with the crowd, who would prefer them get it on.
Baxter: Smart move by the Hawaiian dumb-ass.
Hardhead takes off his bandanna, throwing it towards Baxter. He then takes off his shirt, throwing it at Diamond.
Baxter: Aw man, you got the shirt! I'll trade ya...
Diamond: Hardhead not lookin for peace! Get your hands off my shirt...
HHH gets to the apron, throwing the skirt up. He looks under it briefly before pulling out THE BARBED WIRE BASEBALL BAT! The crowd are once again raucous with cheers!
Baxter: Oh boy!
Diamond: Here's Barbie!
Hardhead rolls under the bottom rope, reaching his feet and threatening Terry with the baseball bat!
Diamond: HHH spilled blood last week, he's looking for more this week!
Terry nods, calling for it. HHH goes to charge, but Terry ducks down low, punching HHH in the abdomen. The bat drops to the canvas.
Baxter: So strikes the dumb-ass.
Terry looks to the crowd, who continue cheering loud and proud. Terry points to the bat, earning him a small "YOOOOOOOU". He heads towards it, grasping it in his hands.
Diamond: And now Terry has Barbie!
Baxter: Get the hell out of there HHH!
When Hardhead raches his feet, he turns around. Terry strikes! Sending the barbed wire right in between HHH's eyes!
Baxter: Oh damn!
Hardhead rolls out of the ring, hitting the floor with a thud.
Terry swings the bat around a bit more before throwing it out of the ring towards HHH. The Insane Delgado stands up, looking straight in the eyes of Terry. We can see blood pouring out of the wound now opened on his head! His face isn't long before it starts being stained with red!
Diamond: And as payback from last week, Terry has returned the favor, busting HHH wide open!
Hardhead and Terry lock eyes, which is when referees and security run out. A few of them keep Terry in the ring, who invites HHH in, but most of them handle the bleeding Hawaiian. The crowd does't like this one bit, showing their disdain with a litany of boos.
Diamond: This crowd wants to see them fight!
As some refs and security get a bit handsy with HHH, the big man shoves them away, all while backing up towards the stage. Terry's music starts to play again on the PA.
Baxter: So do I!
Diamond: We'll see them fight in two weeks in Atlanta! It's WrestleWars XII! Terry and Hardhead, first time ever!
The feed fades away, with HHH's pissed off, blood-soaked face being held back by a pile of men the last thing we see.
DENISE ESSEX and THE TRISTAN SLATER:
The crowd pops as Denise Essex is standing by on the Monday Night Brawl interview set as she introduces her guest.
DENISE ESSEX- “My guest at this time is the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, THE Tristan Slater.”
There’s a mixed ovation from the crowd as the camera pans back revealing THE Tristan Slater standing next to Denise with the World Title slung over his right shoulder.
DENISE ESSEX- “I think it’s safe to say that everyone is a little stunned to see that you came to the aid of Flash Rotten earlier tonight since you’ve been very vocal against both Flash Rotten and Adam Barker.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Stunned? Everyone is stunned? Look it’s like this, I am unpredictable.”
THE Tristan Slater states as he shifts his attention towards the camera as he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Both of them screwed me over in the past but with this particular situation Flash Rotten is the lesser of the two evils and when you take into consideration that Flash Rotten isn’t a wrestler and Adam Barker is than it simply makes no sense for anyone to stand by and watch Adam assault Flash the way he assaulted him tonight; the questions you should be asking are questions like where was John Cable? Where was the New Breed? Where was Kyle Shane? Where was Silence? Where was Black Death? Where was anyone?”
THE Tristan Slater shifts his attention towards Denise.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I know where I was… I was in the middle of that ring knocking the Chairman of the Board on his ass!”
There’s a pop from the crowd at Slater’s statement as he shifts his attention back towards the camera while he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “While most of you will TALK about what you’re going to do or what you stand for when it comes to putting it into practice it’s funny how many crickets you hear chirping, yet I, a guy most of you despise is the guy that makes a save?”
The camera pans back further as the crowd pops BIG for Flash Rotten. Flash looks a little shaken up as he stands in front of Tristan.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Tristan I know we haven’t seen eye to eye over the last several months but it doesn’t change the fact that you showed up tonight to help me.”
The crowd quiets down.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Man to man I wanted to look you in your eyes and say… Thank you.”
Flash extends his hand out to Slater looking for a handshake. THE Tristan Slater looks down at the extended hand before shifting his attention back up at Flash Rotten where he states.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Let’s not make any mistakes here; yeah, I saved your ass out there tonight, but should hell freeze over and you actually beat Adam Barker at Wrestle Wars… than you’re going to owe me one.”
Upon finishing his sentence, he continues to stare at Flash before saying.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Deal?”
FLASH ROTTEN- “Deal.”
THE Tristan Slater shakes hands with Flash Rotten as the scene cuts back to ringside.
Donald Master’s: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall…..introducing first he is one half of the WGWF Tag Team Champions….(heat)….representing the Extinction….(heat)….this is KENNETH RIDGE!!!!!!!!
Donald Master’s: And his opponent, he stands seven feet tall….(pop)….hailing from Parts Unknown….the Monster…..SILENCE!!!!!!!
*Ding…Ding*
Ridge is quick to his feet here, Silence getting assaulted upon his entrance to the ring with hard rights. The Monster manages to fight the “fallen angel” off, shoving him into the ropes, but Kenneth rebounds with a THROAT THRUST that surprises everyone and Silence, forcing him down momentarily before getting back up, only to be bashed into a corner by Ridge. While Kenneth lays on the blows to the cornered Monster, the big man blocks a few shots before grabbing Ridge by the neck and reversing their situations, putting Silence back on the offense and bashing one half of the ‘tag champ’s’ with hard fists now. Ridge still puts up a fight, giving himself space by giving Silence a European uppercut, forcing him to backpedal. As Silence does so, Ridge leaps onto the second rope, waiting for Silence to turn back around…DIVING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!
Baxter “Ridge has gotta keep this fight on the move here Derrick.”
Diamond “You’ll get no argument’s from me Baxter but I hope that seven foot monster SQUASHES that faithful prick.”
Ridge follows up on this by bashing Silence in the skull with hard fists before making some space between both men. Ridge goes over into a corner and sits in a crouched position…playing with his hair in a psychotic manner…his intense stare turned into one that would scare children…is he setting what we think he’s setting? It begins to look so, as Ridge motions for Silence to get up with one hand, his face still frozen in psychotic intensity. As Silence gets to his feet Ridge LAUNCHES HIMSELF WITH A SPEAR…but Silence catches him and ONE-MAN FLAPJACK’S HIS FACE OFF A TURNBUCKLE!! Ridge’s intensity caused him to crash and burn early, holding his possibly broken nose while drifting back into Silence’s clutches…OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY…SENDING KEENTH RIDGE UP & OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!!! WOW!!!
Diamond “Any and ALL momentum has just been SILENCED courtesy the Monster.”
Ridge lands with a sickening splat on the padded outside, the crowd vocalizing the pain Kenneth is now feeling. As he twists and cringes to get to his feet, Silence comes back after Ridge by delivering a hard blow to his back, bringing Ridge back up and then CHUNKING HIS FACE INTO AN IRON POST!! Kenneth is in trouble here as something wicked is running through this Monster’s mind as Silence goes over to the timekeeper’s table and rummages around…FOR A STEEL CHAIR…NO…..Silence is blindsided –AS RIDGE THROWS THE REFEREE INTO SILENCE!! The dramatic ref bump is heard all around the arena, the shot selling itself, as Silence drops back flat after dropping the chair. Ridge stumbles a bit, still hurt, but he regains himself enough to go to the timekeeper’s table as well…and grab the RING BELL. Ridge awaits for Silence to start stirring to prepare for the upcoming assault, the Monster getting to his feet and turning around…BELL SHOT OFF THE SKULL!! BELL SHOT OFF THE SKULL!! SILENCE GOES DOWN!!
Baxter “It’s the NO HOLDS BARRED portion of this evening’s entertainment.”
Diamond “Obviously learned by the MOST desperate and ruthless of individuals Paul Frost himself teaching his “faithful” well I suppose.”
The two are going at it with pure rage on both sides, Silence finally managing to pull some blows away and shove Ridge violently into a barricade wall. This gives Silence the opportunity to take Ridge and throw him back up the ramp, now going away from the ring. The Monster stays in control and continues bashing Ridge all the way back up the ramp, but Ridge changes the momentum of the brawl when he wraps around Silence’s head and throws it into the Roman-style pillar on the entrance stage!! Silence drifts towards the blood-red curtain now, enabling Ridge to knock him all the way into it, going backstage now.
Baxter “We need to FOLLOW these two….wherever they may roam.”
…but we don’t stop watching the brawl!! It continues all the way into the lobby area!! Several fans have parted to let these two continue brawling, while several boneheads raise their Solo cups full of beer, just happy to be on camera. Ridge is still partially in control of Silence, but the Monster fires back, just leaving these men firing lefts and rights in a blaze of beatings. Silence gets a good right hook in that turns Ridge around, but the ‘tag champ’ takes one of the boneheads’ beer filled-Solos and throws it in Silence’s face. Displaying his “faith” by using beer to his advantage, Ridge tries to take Silence’s skull and smashed it into a nearby fire extinguisher, but Silence manages to fight out of that by throwing Ridge into the wall, forcing a very noticeable crack in the drywall.
Baxter “Ouch, that look’s a tad pricey.”
Silence, noting his surroundings, does take the fire extinguisher off its perch on the wall, perhaps looking to us it for something, but Ridge, also well aware of what’s going on, uses the weapon in Silence’s hands against him by forcing it into his stomach, causing the Monster to drop it. Ridge now takes it in hand, and starts spraying the chemicals all over Silence!!!!! The Monster is blinded by the white stuff now all over the place, with Ridge keeping true to his use-everything-as-a-weapon nature. This then leads to Ridge bull rushing towards Silence…NO….THE MONSTER USES RIDGE’S OWN MOMENTUM WHICH SENDS BOTH MEN CRASHING INTO THE WALL, BREAKING RIGHT THROUGH THE DRYWALL!!!
Diamond “In the name of EVERYTHING that is HOLY….WHAT IN THE HELL!!!!!!!”
The crowd noise has gone from somewhat muffled to full-out blasting. Why? The two have crashed a wall into a section of the crowd. The fans in the seats are now getting a perfect look at the brawls they’d become accustomed to back in the day. The plaster and foam clad gladiators STILL aren’t done!! A close camera view reveals that Silence is bleeding right above his temple, while Ridge has started shedding crimson right above his left eye. Neither man is bleeding much, but blood has been shed. The crowd is absolutely on fire, however it’s becoming clearer & clearer that the Monster is in control with a handful of Ridge’s own hair he is able to one hand him up and over the guardrail back onto the outside of the ring itself. Kenneth is now wearily leaning against the barricade to get to his feet. Silence has taken several steps away from Ridge, but quickly turns as soon as he gets to his feet, charging…ANOTHER SPEAR…THAT COLLAPSES THE BARRICADE!! SILENCE AND RIDGE COLLAPSE THE BARRICADE!! OHH MY GAAD!!
Baxter “First a wall now a barrier, DAMN not even Godzilla racked up THIS much damage.”
Diamond “The POWER…..the power of THAT monster is scary.”
They’re right there in the crowd now, “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!” chants, neither man able to make any kind of motion. Ridge is eagle spread, dead, and bleeding, while Silence is face down and trying to push himself up, the camera angle catching an incredible shot of Silence who raises himself like the dead much to the crowd’s delight!!!! The crowd is in a frenzy following this, some security having to back some fans off from trying to get involved and even touching two bleeding, sweating men. However the pure unadulterated strength of Silence is on display as he with ease reach down and hoists Ridge up onto his shoulder’s as he walks him back towards ringside. Pointing towards the ring steps which he kicks the op of….NO….. RUNNING POWERSLAM ON THE STEEL STEPS…NO!! Ridge fidgets his way off Silence’s shoulders, ending up behind him but Ridge crumbles in an instant down onto the floor screaming.
Diamond “I think Ridge is hurt here and hurt bad by the looks of it.”
Baxter “ Yeah well these fans paid to see a bloodbath NOT a timeout”.
It’s obvious that Ridge is in serious trouble grabbing at his left ankle constantly shouting.......
"I'm Sorry"..."I'm Sorry"..."I'm Sorry"
Diamond “ I know I may come off as a son of botch sometimes but DESPITE Ridge’s affiliations and actions DAMMIT no kid deserves to get hurt like this.”
Baxter ‘Yeah just days away before WrestleWar’s this looks to be disappointing on EVERY level.”
Fans are PISSED as the official has no choice but to raise his arms in the sign of the “X” signaling an injury but….SILENCE…..SILENCE shout’s……
“I’ M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU!!!”
This garners a MASSIVE pop via this crowd as Silence takes the already damaged Ridge and WHIPS HIM INTO THE BARRICADE, crushing his already hurt back before dragging him over by the announce table. When he goes close, Silence SLAPS HIS HAND ACROSS THE THROAT OF RIDGE…BUT KENENTH FIGHTS BACK!!! Ridge starts wildly thrashing at the face of the big man, his hair flying everywhere, his hands hitting every part of the body…until Silence SOCKS RIDGE IN THE JAW WITH THE HARD RIGHT HAND WRECKING BALL!!!!
Diamond “That’s ENOUGH.”
Baxter “Tell HIM that, hey Carlos….watch out for EL-GORDO over there.”
Ridge slumps as though he’s already dead, but to add a great deal of insult to an already potential injury, “The Monster” throws his gargantuan hand over the throat of Ridge anyway…CHOKESLAM!! CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! RIDGE IS OUT OF IT!!! HE’S GOTTA BE!!!
Diamond “That’s IT, he’s gotta be broken in half. Can we get some help out….”
Baxter “IT’S RYAN DUSK….DUSK IS HERE!!!!!”
Ryan Dusk from literally OUT OF NOWHERE jumps Silence from behind & these two behemoths are now trading blow for blow over the ruins of both the Spanish announce table & Kenneth Ridge. We see an army of officials charge down towards’ ringside drawing the ire of this capacity crowd as they are DESPERATE to try and restore some semblance of order around theses’ parts. Their first order of business build a human wall around Dusk & Silence, even separated their incredibly intense gazes completely unfaltering. They don’t even bother to circle one another, merely staring into each other’s fury and not budging. The pressure cooker mounds between both men until they suddenly lean forward until…..there’s and even LOUDER reaction as PAUL FROST….PAUL FROST sprints down towards ringside shoving anybody away as he throws himself on top of Ridge like a human shield but Silence ISN’T backing down placing his hands on the “Man in White” lifting Paul effortlessly up!!!!
Diamond “Oh my, we may have yet another EXPLOSIVE situation here and now.”
Baxter “Your telling me….Silence and Frost…God and the Monster…sign me up…WHAT….Rotten…FLASH ROTTEN IS HERE!!!!”
Flash Rotten pushes Silence away allowing for Dusk to stand in the middle. The two big men stare down but it’s interrupted as Frost steps forward and SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF ROTTEN’S MOUTH!!!!!!!
HEAT
“YOU BROKE MY HEART FLASH”
“YOU BROKE MY HEART”
Frost is SCREAMING at the top of his lungs before turning back towards the broken Kenneth Ridge as we see several officials – referees and several event staff bodyguards – finally forcing these two to back off each other, restraining the rabid ones. It isn’t easy, though. As Silence makes one final angry burst towards Dusk, but the men in black, now approaching double digits between both men, drag Silence back and begin getting the men separated. While Silence is sent to the back cameras remain with Frost, Dusk & what’s left of Ridge as EMT’s begin the work of trying to load him safely onto a waiting stretcher at ringside, cameras even catch a glimpse of KYLE SHANE backstage watching with a grin plastered across the side of his face.
Baxter “Talk about the cat who just WON the tag team championships. Kyle Shane watching with glee from the back.”
Diamond “It’s true at the moment it certainly does look like the stairway towards heaven will belong to Shane and Silence. I very much doubt that Ridge will be ready in time come WrestleWar’s. But Shane better keep his head on right because he has a match later tonight with the other half of the champs as they say. Ryan Dusk will meet Kyle Shane later in one on one action.”
Frost’s face is edge with frustration and fury as he has the difficult task of watching as Ridge is loaded up onto the waiting stretcher as all three members of “Extinction” quickly make their way out of ringside following the stretcher with their fallen comrade taking a ride.
"The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cables makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match.
Baxter: Here we go! Lunacy vs. Jonathan Cable is up next! This is going to be a clash!!
Diamond: This could easily be match of the night! I have no idea what to expect with these two guys!
The Greenskeepers ‘The Lotion blasts over the PA system and black and white lights flicker all over the arena, the lights dim as Lunacy is seen in the crowd. He slowly makes his way down to the ring from the crowd, he jumps the barrier and slides into the ring and wastes no time as he and Cable start exchanging punches before the bell can even sound!
Baxter: These two are ready to fight!!!
Diamond: The least they could do is wait for the bell. We pay that guy good money to ring that bell!!
Cable and Lunacy continue to trade shots back and forth with no one getting a clear advantage until Cable side steps a haymaker from Lunacy and catches him with a roundhouse kick to the face that send Lunacy reeling into the corner. Cable follows him to the corner alternating between big punches and knife edge chops in the corner. Cable irish whips Lunacy across the ring into the adjacent corner. Cable bounds after him with a avalanche splash, but Lunacy dives out of the way as Cable crashes into the turnbuckle. Lunacy dropkicks Cable in the back, driving him harder into the turnbuckle for a second time. Lunacy grabs Cable from behind and german suplexs him into the middle of the ring. Lunacy sprints for the ropes, he springboard moonsaults back and lands perfectly on Cable. He hooks the leg for the pin fall! The referee slides into position!
1…
2…
Shoulder up by Cable! Cable gets to his feet. Lunacy grabs a hold of him and tosses him into the ropes only to get knocked down by a thunderous clothesline from Cable. Lunacy bounces off the mat and rolls out of the ring. Cable slides out in pursuit. Cable grabs Lunacy and tosses him face first into the ring post. Lunacy is down, but not for long as Cable picks him back up to his feet and delivers a sidewalk slam right out in front of the announce team.
Baxter: This match is getting too close to me for comfort!
Diamond: We should file for a restraining order!
Baxter: Or build an enclosed cage around us so we can’t get hurt by these two monsters!!!
Cable hears what they announcers are saying and signals for them to move!
Baxter: Maybe we shouldn’t have said that!!!
Baxter and Diamond scatter from the table! Cable hoists up Lunacy into a powerbomb, but before he can drive Lunacy down through the table, Lunacy starts to throw down punches at Cable’s face making him back up, Lunacy reaches out and grabs the middle rope of the ring and pulls himself off of Cable. Lunacy kicks Cable in the face from the apron making Cable stumble into the announce table. Lunacy leaps off and cross body blocks Cable across the announce table and they land in the chairs of Diamond and Baxter!
Baxter: WGWF paid good money for that chair!!!
Diamond: I just got the perfect ass groove in that chair! Damn you Lunacy!!!!
Lunacy kicks the chair out of the way and the bottom breaks off as Diamond screams in horror. Lunacy pulls Cable back to his feet and notices the referee has been making the 10 count this whole time and he’s at 7!! Lunacy quickly slides into the ring and back out to break up the count!
Baxter: TAKE THE ACTION BACK TO THE RING AND LEAVE US ALONE!!!
Lunacy gives Baxter the finger as he grabs onto Cable, who elbows him in the stomach, then bashes his head off the announce table more than a few times. Cable throws Lunacy over the top of the announce table. Cable gets up on table and leaps off onto a fallen Lunacy with an elbow drop that lands square in the chest of Lunacy. Cable takes Lunacy and throws him back into the ring.
Diamond: AND STAY THERE!!
Baxter: Shut up Diamond. They’ll come back!!!
Diamond: Can we get someone on the crew to come out here and fix my chair?
Baxter: Can you just focus on the in ring action?!
Diamond: Oh sure. Cable has just executed a beautiful DDT and is following it up with a side headlock on the ground!
Cable is wrenching on the hold as the referee is asking Lunacy if he wants to quit. Lunacy does the no no no finger waggle as he works his way to his knees but Cable isn’t letting go. Lunacy gets to his feet, but Cable is still holding on. Cable hits a side headlock takedown and is still holding on to Lunacy. Lunacy starts to rock back and forth, Lunacy’s legs comes up and get Cable by the head and start to pull him away and now Lunacy has Cable in a cross scissors chokehold of his own.
Diamond: These guys are putting on a mat clinic. Someone call the doctor.
Baxter: Okay, now you are over doing it.
Cable manages to get his head out and both men are at a vertical base. They circle each other and lock up, Cable slips behind Lunacy with a rear waist lock. He lifts Lunacy off the mat but Lunacy head butts Cable in the face, making him instantly let go and hold his nose. Lunacy capitalizes by bouncing off the ropes and crashing into Cable with a flying forearm! Cable stumbles back and falls through the ropes and lands on the apron. Lunacy throws a punch that is blocked by Cable, Cable returns fire clobbering Lunacy in the face. Cable gets back into the ring. Cable takes a step and hits Lunacy with a spinning neck breaker. Cable decides to cover!
1…
2…
Lunacy gets the shoulder up as the referee was less than an inch from hitting the 3!!
Baxter: It doesn’t get any closer than that!!
Diamond: I thought he had it! I really did!! REALLY!!
Cable shakes his head as he waits for Lunacy to get to his feet. Cable rocks Lunacy with a huge right hand that sends him back down the canvas. Lunacy gets up rather quickly to Cable’s surprise, Cable sends him back down again with another huge right hand. Lunacy snaps right back up. Cable really winds up this time, Wooofff! Nothing but air! Lunacy ducks underneath the punch, Cable spins back quickly to face Lunacy only to get super kicked right on the jaw. Cable hits the mat hard. Lunacy ascends to the top rope.
Diamond: What is Lunacy thinking of doing here?!?
Baxter: Who knows. The names name is Lunacy. No one knows!!!
Lunacy leaps off with a picture perfect frog splash that lands. Lunacy gets up and sprints and leaps right up onto the top rope again! Frog Splash AGAIN! Lunacy gets up and runs to another corner. Frog Splash number 3!! Lunacy covers!!
1…
2…
3.. KICKOUT!
Baxter: Three frog splashes were not enough to put Cable away!!!
Diamond: Cable is tougher than nails and twice as ugly!!
Lunacy runs and jumps up onto the top rope again.
Diamond: Fourth time is a charm?
Baxter: It might be!
Lunacy flies again with a frog splash!! Knees up by Cable! Lunacy’s ribs crash into Cables needs! Lunacy immediately holds his ribs and rolls around on the mat in pain as Cable is using the ropes to help him get to his feet. Lunacy is on the opposite side of the ring now, also using the ropes to get to his feet. Both men stumble to the middle of the ring where Cable boots Lunacy in his injured ribs, doubling him over. Cable throws a mean right to the body of Lunacy to falls to a knee, Cable goes to kick Lunacy in the face, but Lunacy rolls out of the way and gets to his feet and dropkicks Cable in the knee, dropping him to a knee. Both men are on one knee facing each other, delivering punches to the head! Both men start to work their way to their feet as they exchange weak punches at each other. Lunacy starts to get the better of the exchange as once again he targets the knee of Cable with an inside leg kick that the snap is heard in the neighbouring city! Lunacy DDT’s Cable. Lunacy stumbles to the corner and waits for Cable to get to his feet. Cable is slow to his feet and now is limping towards Lunacy. Cable throws a half hearted punch at Lunacy who easily slips the punch. Cable turns to face Lunacy. Lunacy scoops up Cable onto his back!
Lunacy scoops up Cable…
Thorazine… NO! Cable slips off the back. Cable boots Lunacy in the stomach!!
WAKING NIGHTMARE!!!
CABLE COVERS!!!
1…
2…
3…!!!
Before anything else can happen, the lights go out… the crowd erupts with anticipation.
Diamond: Uh oh… I think I know what’s coming…
A few seconds pass. Amidst the flashing cameras, two figures can be seen rushing to the ring. The lights come back on…
Only The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock are stood in the ring. They must have been the ones to sprint down the ramp, expecting someone else to be in the ring with Lunacy… except Lunacy is gone! Only the distant sound of maniacal laughter can be heard faintly over the PA system before the face of Grimoire Xmyles appears on the Tron. The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock look in disbelief. Strangely, Grimoire is dressed in a black police uniform. He speaks akin to a meme…
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Surprise, motherfucker!
With that, GX drags a figure into view… his victim has a burlap sack over his head, but The Jackdaw and Maylock immediately recognize who it is.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: I’m going to introduce Lunacy that the kind of Anarchy that does not come from nightmares alone. Jackdaw, Maylock, I dare you to find us… in fact, I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU. If you do not find him before the night’s end, then I’m afraid that our little contest at Wrestle Wars will be put on a… permanent hiatus… HEEHEEHAHAHA!
The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock immediately dive out of the ring and charge towards the back. There is a wave of confusion and possible concern for Lunacy’s wellbeing.
Diamond: I can’t believe this. GX has abducted Lunacy!
Baxter: He shouldn’t even be employed here anymore! Adam Barker fired him last week, only for Flash Rotten to reinstate him almost immediately.
Diamond: In spite of all of Lunacy’s wrongdoings, I actually feel for the guy! Grimoire is psychotic! There’s no telling WHAT he has in store for Lunacy…
The cameras cut to commercial.
… MY GUEST AT THIS TIME:
Camera’s cut backstage where Denise Essex is standing by outside a locker room door labeled
“EXTINCTION”
Essex: Ladies and Gentlemen after that horrific assault on one half of the WGWF Tag Team Champions Kenneth Ridge, (heat) earlier tonight which saw him leave in the back of an ambulance…..
POP
Essex: Because of the actions of the Monster Silence, (pop) we have been trying to get a word on his condition. We’re hoping to find it here behind this door…..
But before Denise can go and knock the door FLY’S OPEN….WHERE A PSYCHOTIC LOOKING RYAN DUSK IS STANDING!!!!!!
HEAT
Essex: Um, wow you scared me there. Ryan can we get an update about Kenneth, about who’s with him and hell about the match at WrestleWar’s?
Denise raises her microphone for answer but all we can hear is the frantic breath of a mad man who stress at Denise with that look of a serial killer and marches off in silence.
Cameras return to ringside where we see a stoned face Derrick Diamond & somber looking Professor Baxter seated at the announce table.
Diamond” It’s never easy to announce an injury to one of our wrestler’s, especially so close to WrestleWar’s. But now we can confirm earlier reports this evening regarding one half of the ‘current” tag team champions.”
Baxter “Kenneth Ridge did in fact sustain a sprained ankle after coming down awkwardly off of Silence’s shoulder’s earlier in the night. However that sprain turned into a full blown BROKEN ankle almost snapped off the tenant according to reports because of what Silence did AFTER that match.”
Diamond ‘At this time now we still have yet to hear word what affect this will have on WrestleWar’s and the tag team titles. We will be keeping you updated with the latest news. But now over to Donald Master’s for our next match.”
Donald Master’s: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall…..introducing first from Boston, Massachusetts…..he is a WGWF Hall of Fame member….a former WGWF Champion….and the ONLY undefeated man in WrestleWar’s HISTORY….(pop)….this is KYLE SHANE!!!!!!!
The opening notes of "The Catalyst" by Linkin Park queue up on the speakers as on the screen, a video game drop down menu opens and the cursor hovers over the options, "LOAD GAME, SAVE GAME" before coming to the first option, "START GAME" and highlighting it. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage. The Assassins hood to his longcoat is pulled low over his face. The distinctive duo of Chester Bennington and Mike Shinoda rises in tempo as it begins the call-and response: "God bless us everyone, we're a broken people living under loaded gun. And it can't be outfought, it can't be outdone, it can't be outmatched, it can't be outrun. No! And when I close my eyes tonight, to symphonies of blinding light!" Kyle tilts his head back and holds his arms out, taking in the reception of the crowd. The crowd gets on it's feet for the returning God of Game.
BUT HE’S STRUCK FROM BEHIND WITH A STEEL CHAIR SHOT FROM RYAN DUSK!!!
MEGA HEAT
Diamond “Now WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”
Baxter “Righteous PAYBACK for the actions of a Monster.”
Shane’s music and introduction stop dead in its tracks, as Dusk still has the look of sheer madness in his eyes. Kyle is left stumbling, with Dusk still holding the chair and SMASHES IT ACROSS HIS BACK YET AGAIN!!! Shane is still stumbling, all the way down to the ring, where he’s leaning on the apron to try and stay standing, but Ryan simply uses this to SMASH THE CHAIR ONE…TWO…THREE TIMES OFF KYLE SHANE’S SPINE!!!! Shane finally at least goes to one knee, with Ryan taking his rival and tosses him into the ring as the bell if officially rung.
*Ding….Ding*
Diamond “THIS? This MUGGING is now a match? Since when? After Ridge earlier you’d think management wants to PROTECT what left of this WrestleWar’s match NOT destroy it.”
Instead of looking for the pin, Dusk immanently lifts Kyle back to his spaghetti leg’s where he turns and RAMS SHANE BETWEEN HIMSELF & THE TURNBUCKLES!!!! The force in which Shane was literally driven into the corner sounded horrific as Kyle crumbles into a seated position in the corner. Where Ryan ascends to the second rope and NAILS A KNEE DROP RIGHT INTO SHANE’S MIDSECTION!!!!! Kyle’s body rolls out of the corner as Dusk then runs off the opposite ropes and lands a RUNNING SENTON!! OH MY!! ALL 280 POUNDS OF FAITHFUL FLESH CRASH ONTO SHANE’S ALREADY CRUNCHED RIBS!!
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
NO!!
SHANE ROLLS A SHOULDER!!
Baxter “ I would say this match continues but what match? Honestly after that steel chair rearranged Kyle’s vertebras you’d think he would want to STOP not continue this kind of punishment.”
Dusk doesn’t seem at all bothered at the heart shown by the former WGWF champion, whereas Shane is barely able to roll to the side as he grabs at his mid-section. Sucking for any breathe he can take as once again Dusk like a shark grabs Kyle by the back of his neck looking to lift him-NO….SHANE REACHES BACK WITH A FIST TO THE FACE!!!! Dusk is stunned, like punching a shark Kyle is able to break the grasp of this praying predator as Kyle uses the momentary opening to LEAP ONTO DUSK WITH THE LOU THESZ PRESS!! KYLE SHANE IS UNLEASHING A FLURRY OF RIGHT HANDS ONTO DUSK!!
Diamond “Here we go….now THERE’S a true champion with the heart of a warrior and the legend of a G O D himself. Kyle Shane showing the world what brought him success and the ONLY undefeated streak at WrestleWar’s.”
However Ryan delivers a hard right hand to Kyle, only for Shane to fire right back with one of his own. Dusk then delivers a right hand harder than the last, which knocks Shane for a loop. When Kyle stumbles back and swings wildly, Dusk ducks underneath it and catches Shane in a BACKDROP…but Kyle flips out! He lands behind Dusk and executes a perfect CHOP BLOCK, which prompts even more WOOOOing from the crowd. Shane grabs at Ryan’s legs…AND WRAPS UP A MODIFIED FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!!
Baxter “Listen to this place it’s WOOOOO-DA-FULL”
Columbia South Carolina is WOOOOing all over the place as it’s Dusk turn to once again be at the mercy of Kyle Shane! If Dusk can’t use his legs, he loses a great deal of his power offense! Ryan isn’t screaming in pain, but he’s certainly in a predicament and he’s obviously in a great deal of agony. As Kyle desperately tries to apply more and more pressure to the massive legs of the One Man Army, but Dusk’s not giving up so easily. Shane keeps himself up on his elbows as Ryan leans all the way back in pain –
ONE…
NO!!
Dusk didn’t realize his shoulders touched the mat, shooting back up to stop it. As Dusk starts trying to backwards crawl and get closer to the ropes. With Shane trying his damndest to break the legs of the other half of the ‘Tag Champs’. Ryan keeps crawling backwards…AND FINALLY REACHES A BOTTOM ROPE!! Kyle has no choice but to let go, but he waits until the referee counts to four to maximize the damage. This gets both men some much needed breathing time, as Kyle can recover from all the blows to his ribs and Ryan can regain feeling in his legs. As Dusk leans against the ring ropes for support, which Shane tries to exploit by RUSHING AT DUSK…but HE LIFTS SHANE UP AND OVER…BUT KYLE LANDS ON THE APRON!! Shane still has something in the tank, landing and socking Dusk in the face with a hard elbow. This forces Ryan away from the ropes and gives Kyle the time and space to make it to the top rope…FLYING CROSSBODY!! FLYING CROSSBODY CONNECTING!! Shane lands right on top of Dusk with the high risk offense and keeps the lateral press –
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
NO!!
DUSK BENCH PRESSES SHANE OFF OF HIS BODY!! Shane rolls away, but springs back to his feet, waiting for Dusk. Who slowly makes it up, only for Shane to RUSH BACK AT HIM…SAMOAN DROP!! NO – INTO A SUNSET FLIP!! KYLE SHANE COUNTERS THE DROP INTO THE SUNSET PIN!! But Ryan rolls out now exposing Shane’s back and DRIVING KNEES INTO IT SEVERAL TIMES!!!!!
Baxter “Dusk came here with a plan, a plan probably crafted through prayer to GOD himself and Dusk is certainly a FAITHFUL servant of that plan. Avenging his truly fallen comrade.”
Once again Dusk grabbing at the ailing Shane’s hair, but Kyle shows him the errors of doing so by pulling out a ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE HEAD OUT OF NOWHERE!! Dusk goes from the offensive to dropping back to the canvas hard but instead of the cover Shane takes a calculated risk in tending to his back again, giving Ryan the time to shake the cobwebs loose as he quickly approaches but just as Dusk looks for a monster close line to behead the “God of Game” Shane ducks under and pulls Dusk’s arm down & in one simple & yet fluid motion THROUGH HIS SHOULDERS…”PIECES OF EDEN”!! “PIECES OF EDEN” CONNECTING…DUSK’S SKULLS IS DRIVEN INTO THE CANVAS BUT RYAN ROLLS UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE AND OUT ONTO THE FLOOR!!
Diamond “NO…..NO….DAMNIT NO…..was that Shane LAST chance of walking away from this one still able to walk into WrestleWar’s?”
Shane is seen desperately trying to catch him before he trickles on through his fingers, but to no avail!! As Dusk falls right to the floor, completely laid out. As the crowd groans in the same frustration Shane has edged on his face. Kyle punches the mat in anger, but soon gets to his knees and tends to his back in the meantime, while the ref starts counting Dusk out –
…ONE!!
…TWO!!
…THREE!!
…FOUR!!
Dusk starts to stir a bit…
…FIVE!!
“Get Up”
…SIX!!
“Get up, you bastard, I’m not done with you yet!”
…SEVEN!!
Ryan’s finally made it to his feet, but not without the aid of the announce table. But just as soon as he’s vertical, Shane wastes absolutely no time…SUICIDE DIVE!! SUICIDE DIVE!! SHANE AND DUSK GO TUMBLING BACK DOWN TO THE FLOOR ON THE OUTSIDE!!
Baxter “INCOMING….INCOMING!!!!!”
While Kyle is the “first” to his feet he has to tend to his back yet again due to that fierce impact of the dive allowing Dusk using the guardrail to get back to his feet as he DRIVES a wicked forearm deep into Shane’s spine. Causing him to hunch over in pain as Dusk attempts to WHIP HIM INTO THE IRON POST…SHANE REVERSES IT AND WHIPS DUSK FACE FIRST INTO THE STEEL POST INSTEAD!!
Diamond “Now THAT’S a cold hard taste of reality delivered by the God of Games himself Kyle Shane.”
Baxter ‘Yeah but Derrick the count’s already at SEVEN”
Sheer instinct on behalf of Shane, who collapses onto one knee after expending even more engery after the earlier beating in this match. However Dusk doesn’t fall, instead, being somehow pinned right up against the post. Shane sees this and charges right at Dusk…RUNNING KNEE AGAINST THE IRON POST!!
“NINE”
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“T E N”
*DING….DING…..DING*
Diamond “What?....What happened here?”
Donald Master’s: Ladies and Gentlemen due to BOTH Kyle Shane and Ryan Dusk….UNABLE TO ANSWER THE REFEREE’S TEN COUNT…….THIS MATCH ENDS IN A DRAW!!!!!!
HEAT
Kyle is shown shaking his head in disappointment while still holding his ribs sitting on the apron as Dusk has just begun to show signs of life but this capacity crowd ROARS in approval as……
Baxter “Oh NO!”
Diamond “Is it?...IT IS….SILENCE….THE MONSTER IS BACK AND HE’S GOT A LADDER!!!!!!”
The WGWF Universe is “rabid” as the ruthless monster Silence WITHOUT Flash Rotten makes way down the ramp with a fifteen foot ladder in is grasp, Kyle can’t help but share in a wicked grin as he & his “partner” both look at the prone “champion” who’s slowly stirring back to his feet as Kyle hops off the ring apron taking one side of the ladder while Silence holds the other as the each RUSH TOWARD’S & LEVEL RYAN DUSK WITH A LADDER RIGHT TO THE CHEST!!!!!! Dusk is down hard & violently, desperately trying to cover up his chest but the Monster pays no attention to his screams, instead taking full control of the ladder he turns it upside down & RAMS IT INTO DUSK’S RIBS!!!!!!
Ryan much like Kyle earlier is now gasping for breath as Shane standing on the apron once again directs the Monster who just simply drops the ladder across the back of Dusk who managed to turn over as Kyle position’s himself and NAILS A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP ON THE LADDER SITTING ON THE BACK OF RYAN DUSK!!!!!!!
Kyle grabbing the ladder slides it under the bottom rope and sets it up in a far corner of the ring up against the turnbuckle. While Silence drives his size 14 boot into the back of Dusk’s back before taking the “big man” up & into the ring. Shane can’t help but stomp directly on the back of Dusk’s head with a shot from his boots while Silence reaches down and wraps his massive hands around Ryan’s neck looking at him & shouting…..
“WHERE’S YOUR GOD NOW?”
Before THROWING DUSK ACROSS THE RING WHERE HE SLAMS FACE FIRST INTO THE LADDER IN THE CORNER!!!!!! Dusk’s body crumbles it’s as if he just ran into a brick wall, there is NO end to this sort of punishment and the WGWF Universe can’t help but chant…..
“ONE MORE TIME”…….”ONE MORE TIME”…….”ONE MORE TIME”
Dusk is out cold, his battered body barley convulsing as Silence throws up his hands in “victory” garnering a round of CHEERS from this crowd while Shane takes the time to unfold the ladder and POINTS UP!!!!
MEGA POP
Silence walks over holding the now contorted ladder for his partner as Shane reaches the top. Throwing his legs over the side and beginning to rise the “God of Game’s” look’s to descend from the heaven’s and….what…WHAT…THE “FROST BITE”….”THE FROST BITE” OUT OF NOWHERE ON THE MONSTER!!!!!!!!
Baxter “HEAVEN SENT, HELL BOUND…PAUL FROST IS HERE”
It’s a mixed reaction to say the best but the Monster has fallen under a severe case of the ‘Frost Bite” by the “Man in White” who looks up towards Kyle Shane before…..
B L A C K O U T
Diamond “What? Not again DAMMIT”
When the lights do return Kyle Shane is left STANDING in the middle of the ring where Silence’s body lies next to him, meanwhile up on the stage area the ladder has reappeared with Ryan Dusk leaning up against it catching his breath while Paul Frost sits on top of the ladder microphone in hand.
Frost: I think…..I think…..I think it’s about time for G O D
MEGA HEAT
Frost: To come down OFF his throne and BACK INTO MY RING!!!!!!
MIXED POP
Kyle can’t help but nod his head in agreement as a wily smile begins to creep across his face.
Frost: You’d like that wouldn’t you Shane? Of course you would since I just show you MERCY….(heat)….a few moments ago but G O D….(heat) is getting TRIED of showing mercy. I want to get my hands dirty, plunge them into the FILTH against blasphemer’s such as yourself and against that seven foot pile of CRAP you call a partner.
HEAT
Frost: You see April the 16th 2018……WRESTLEWAR’S…..(pop)……Kyle Shane…..(MEGA POP)…..Silence…(pop)….you BOTH will face one of God’s Horsemen….RYAN DUSK…(heat)….and you’ll BOTH come face to face with his partner…..
G O D.
Kyle can be seen mouthing “You’re full of SHIT Frost.”
Frost: At WrestleWar’s G O D ‘S message will NOT be one of mercy….instead it will be one of MASSACRE as Shane and Silence YOUR blood will be split…christening THIS very ladder where RYAN DUSK (heat)…will walk over YOUR “Frost Bitten” bodies and ascend up towards the heavens above and pull down GOD’S HOLY GOLD……
Frost looks up as the WGWF Tag Team Titles are lowered down from the rafter’s above into “GOD’s” hands
Frost: The WGWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP’S….(pop)…..G O D’S…(heat) Tag Team Title will indeed STAY around the waits of the FAITHFUL,(heat) BOTH the fallen and the risen ……
...IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER…
HEAT
…..THE SON…..
HEAT
…..and the….
HOLY FROST
MEGA HEAT
!!!AMEN!!!
Frost drops the microphone and RAISE UP BOTH TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP’S as Shane and now the recovering Silence look on with nothing but hatred in their eyes and championship dreams in their hearts.
Baxter : Talk about a MIRACLE on the road to WrestleWar’s the RETURN of Paul Frost not only in th erring, not only as a champion but into the tag team division into a LADDER match come April the 16th.
Diamond: Monumental ISN’T the word….it’s an understatement and while Frost cut his teeth in that division, Kyle Shane was and IS the measuring stick when it comes to tag team championship’s and with a monster on BOTH Kyle’s and Frost sides you gotta wonder what is it going to take to climb that stairway towards heaven and those tag team titles while HELL will be all around them.
Baxter: We’ll find out SOONER rather than later come WrestleWar’s where this HOLY WAR is just getting started.
GRIM DELETION (PART 1)
We cut to the back. The Jackdaw can be seen running along a series of corridors. It would appear there is a full blown search for GX and Lunacy taking place. It isn’t just Jackdaw and Brother Maylock, but even WGWF personnel have gotten involved. The Jackdaw breaks away from the main group, going along a more secluded section of corridor. The lights are not illuminated as they are throughout the rest of the backstage area.
Cautiously, The Jackdaw traverses along the corridor, his hand slides along the wall for support, trying to feel around in the darkness for a lightswitch. He looks back momentarily. He is now a long way away from the main corridor. He turns a corner, finally finding a switch. He looks up. At the end of the corridor, he sees GX laying on top of a dumpster, waving at him with a blood stained handkerchief in his hand. The Jackdaw charges along the corridor, only to see GX kick the dumpster away down another corridor after pushing at the wall with his feet. The Jackdaw continues to give chase, rapidly spinning around the corner. GX is stood there… at a dead end. Rather than look at all dismayed, GX lets out one of his signature smiles.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Have you heard?
The Jackdaw turns menacingly toward GX, looming over him. Xmyles stands his ground.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: I said HAVE YOU HEARD?
JACKDAW: Heard what?
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: You of all people should have heard! You’re called The Jackdaw and you don’t know about the word!?
JACKDAW: What are you talking about?
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: So you haven’t heard?
JACKDAW: Heard what!?
GRIMOIRE: THE FUCKING WORD!
JACKDAW: What word!?
Jackdaw notices that he is now learning up against a large black box-like structure. Upon glancing at it, he notices that it is a giant speaker! With a press of one of the buttons on the iPod revealed to be in GX’s gloved hand, the speaker suddenly blasts out a torrent of sound. The second the music starts, GX slips the iPod back into his jacket and retrieves a pair of frying pans resting on a nearside table; The Jackdaw is distracted by the sound of the song made famous by “The Trashmen” (and revived by Peter Griffin)
With every passing syllable, Grimoire slams one of the frying pans he weilds in each hand alternatingly straight into The Jackdaw’s face. He sings along is an aggressive way, literally screaming the lyrics in The Jackdaw’s face by the time the song reaches an interlude. Amidst the chaos, Grimoire lunges at the cameraman who dares to venture too close.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: I guess the bird ISN’T the word after all…
The camera clatters to the floor, tumbling over and over, sending the screen into a spiral until it finally comes to rest on its side, showing only the floor on top of which The Jackdaw’s feet and shins lay motionlessly. There is a hyena-like cackle in the background as The Jackdaw’s body is jerked away slightly in three separate intervals, as if being dragged into Hell.
By the time other members of the search party arrive, there is no sign of GX or The Jackdaw.
With no alternative, the cameras fade to black.
CHRIS DORLING AND THE KING REUNITE:
Backstage at the Colonial Life Arena and Dorling is kicking a vending machine.
DORLING: 'For fu...'
He stops as he sees a young boy, 9 or 10, with his parents. The kid is wearing a 'Team Dorling' shirt and the parents look a bit taken aback about the imminent language. A WGWF employee is with them and steps forward.
EMPLOYEE: 'Mr Dorling, this is Tommy. He's a big fan and would love to get an autograph.'
DORLING: 'Er, well, yeah. Sure thing boss. Come over here Tommy dude.'
?: 'Leave the fucking kids alone.'
The camera pans out to reveal MDK, now leaning against the vending machine.
MDK: 'Tommy, you look like a smart little fucker, come over here and get an autograph from a real man.'
The parents are aghast, the employee looks panicked.
MDK: 'Change that fucking t-shirt while you're at it.'
Tommy begins to back off towards his parents.
DORLING: 'No Tommy, you stay right there. Don't listen to this old has been. He's only interested if you've got another highly advantageous rematch clause somewhere in that little backpack of yours.'
MDK: 'Has been? Let me count the World Championships you've won...'
DORLING: 'Let me count the number of times you've beat me one on one...'
EMPLOYEE: 'Er, guys can we maybe...'
BOTH: 'SHUT UP.'
TOMMY: 'Mom, can we go?'
BOTH: NO!
M.D.K. turns back to Dorling.
M.D.K.: Listen up fuck-knuckle... You have been here for what... Half a cup of coffee? And you are trying to get me to fucking bite. You and that fucking oversized sack of shit Black Death are here and trying to make a name for yourself based on holding onto my fucking coat-tails. You’ll see later tonight what I do to people like you. Just like you’ll see what I’ll do at Wrestle Wars to that fucking potato...”
DORLING: 'Yeah, yeah. Same old MDK, same old excuses, same old ego. I'm coming for you, Danny. I'm coming for all of you, and it starts tonight with Page, out there in the middle of the ring. If you ever get the balls to face me again, you know where I am.'
MDK: 'Of course I do, I just follow the fucking whining like everybody else does.'
MDK grabs Tommy's notebook and pen and scribbles something down before slapping it back in his hands and leaving. Tommy looks at it and, as the camera man circles behind him we see what the message says.
'GO FUCK YOURSELF.'
Perfect Strangers by Deep Purple plays and the crowd let out a pop as Black Death emerges from the curtain. He bounces on the balls of his feet before trotting down to the ring.
Masters: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 320lbs... Black... DEATH!”
Diamond: “If anybody is going to be a great test for M.D.K. Ahead of fighting a Man-Beast like John Cable, it has to be this man. 320lbs... He is an absolute bear of a man.”
Baxter: “He’s also vastly experienced not that what I’m saying matters right now as nobody is reading this bit. They are probably skimming to the end to see who won.”
The house lights dim out as a single spotlight hits the top of the ramp. Walking out through the curtain and out into the spotlight is none other than M.D.K. He bathes in the light as well as the heat as he has a look of calm across his face before making his way down to the ring.
Baxter: “Here is a man with a greater focus than what is ahead of him tonight.”
Diamond: “And that could cost him against a man like Black Death. A veteran of the ring, a man who has worked with and against M.D.K. And a man who has one huge accolades in the world of professional wrestling.
Masters: “And his opponent… From London, England but now residing in Las Vegas Nevada… He weighs in at 270lbs… M… D… K…!”
Black Death circles the WGWF Hall of Fame Stud and shakes his head with a smile as M.D.K. Talks trash to the big man. M.D.K. Shrugs his shoulders and holds his hand out and offers a hand to his former tag partner and the crowd boo in derision.
Baxter: “The crowd aren’t appreciating that M.D.K. respects the history that he has with Black Death.”
Diamond: “And He will also remember the amount of times that M.D.K. has screwed him over.”
Black Death places his hands on his hips and looks cautiously at the Brit as his hand is offered and M.D.K. raises his eyebrows to emphasise sincerity. BD pauses and accepts the handshake and as they do, M.D.K. cracks Black Death in the side of the head with a left hand that staggers the big man and sends the crowd into a rage. BD staggers away and M.D.K. Tackles him to the mat and whales in with lefts and rights forcing Death into the foetal position.
Diamond: “And that is why you don’t trust the devil in human form that is M.D.K.”
The referee drags M.D.K. Away and admonishes him for the assault and M.D.K. wafts him away and heads back over to the big man and puts the boots into him before dragging him to his feet, wrapping his hands around his weight and hits a rolling belly to belly suplex! M.D.K. calmly rolls to his feet and again, I could write whatever I want now as outside of CCP, I highly doubt anybody else is reading this part judging from the poor amount of feedback received without nagging you. It’s not fair that you have to be nagged in order to leave feedback, you should want to see what the fruits of your labour have inspired us to put together for you. M.D.K. Drags BD up and delivers a few stiff knees before whipping him into the corner and follows up with a running knee that sends BD staggering out.
M.D.K. Delivers a jaw breaker to Black Death who staggers backwards but the former champion drags the bigger man back towards him and locks up and completes an exploder suplex! M.D.K. Rolls to his feet with a shake of his head before picking up the veteran and tosses him back into the corner and unleashes a flurry of boxing style lefts and rights before stepping back into the middle of the ring and charging forward to deliver a running Yakuza kick to the jaw of Black Death who slumps into the corner.
Baxter: “M.D.K. Is wasting no time tonight with this match. No wasted movements, no hesitation and no nonsense.”
M.D.K. stands over his old friend and delivers a few cheap kicks that evokes more boos from the crowd. Black Death stirs and M.D.K. Casually backs into the ropes and charges forwards and hits a running knee into the side of Black Death’s head and the former Experts Champion slumps to the mat.
M.D.K. Stands up and waits for Black Death looks down at the still sluggish adversary, turns to the referee and asks what’s going on. Black Death slowly drags himself up using the ropes and M.D.K. Charges up behind him and boots him in the back of the knee sending him crashing back to the mat.
Baxter: “This is an exhibition now...”
Diamond: “It’s more of an assault.”
M.D.K. stands up and hauls Black Death back up and snap suplexes him back to the mat.
Baxter: “I don’t think people are respecting the strength that M.D.K. is displaying tonight with that suplexing. That is a 320lb weight he is tossing around like a ragdoll.”
M.D.K. hauls up Black Death again and locks in a front headlock, delivers a series of heavy knees to the sternum before hitting a rolling neck-breaker and hooks the leg casually.
1!
2!
But Black Death is able to pop the shoulder which simply infuriates M.D.K. More. He stands up and drags the bigger man to his feet, whips him into the ropes but reverses it to drag Black Death in and in one fluid motion, lifts up and drives the Las Vegas native into the mat with a brutal spine-buster! He stands up and looks down at his adversary and spits on him before drawing his thumb across his throat.
Diamond: “It looks like M.D.K. Is signalling for the end...”
He drags Black Death up and locks up his arms... And drives him into the mat with a brutal HellShot! He rolls the heavy body of Black Death over and hooks the leg!
1!
2!
3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Masters: “Here is your winner... M... D... K!”
M.D.K. Pushes the referee away as he tries to raise his hand in victory and instead opts to roll out of the ring and snatch the chair and microphone away from Donald Masters and heads back into the ring.
Diamond: “Oh my god... What is he doing?”
Black Death is slowly being helped to his feet by the referee and is holding onto the ropes for support as M.D.K. Places the microphone to his lips.
M.D.K.: “Say my name!”
Black Death looks confused as M.D.K. Looks angered.
M.D.K.: “I said say my fucking name!”
M.D.K. Throws the microphone down and charges across the ring with the chair in hand and waffles Black Death over the head who slumps to the mat in a heap. M.D.K.’s eyes are wide with fury as he brings the chair down on the body of his downed opponent as the referee calls for help.
Baxter: “I think this is a message not aimed at Black Death...”
M.D.K. picks up the microphone and crouches over Black Death and screams into the microphone at him.
M.D.K.: “I said say my fucking name!”
Black Death is bleeding now as M.D.K. shoves the microphone against his mic and he mumbles M.D.K.’s name barely and the assailant stands up with a smug grin across his face as he sweeps Black Death out of the ring as though he was garbage. He then wipes the microphone on his shorts before speaking.
M.D.K.: “Peons, peasants and pissants... You’re welcome!”
Huge heat.
M.D.K.: “You’re welcome because at Wrestle Wars you are going to see just that only with the fucking potato in the centre of the ring. That fucking lackey wants to interrupt my tea party with Chris Page last week? That fat bitch wants to try and draw tea and sympathy by having a tale about his death released. That arson loving murderer wants to try and intimidate me because I refuse to respect him enough to utter his name?”
He turns to the camera and breaks the fourth wall.
M.D.K.: “Something that his former owner has tried to do with all the heat of a vanilla sorbet...”
Before addressing the crowd again.
M.D.K.: “You see, it doesn’t need to have a title on the line or be a ghost of the past in order to be the biggest draw at Wrestle Wars. The Powers that be could axe every other fucking match from the card and it would still sell out because they want to watch me do what everyone thought had been done by poorly constructed scaffolding last week. And that is end that fucking potato once and for all by rendering him truly... And utterly... INFERIOR!”
Charlie Big Potato plays again and M.D.K. makes his way back up the ramp.
Diamond: “That right there is a message to anybody... Not just John Cable... But anybody daring to stand in the way of the self proclaimed Crimson King of the WGWF....”
GRIM DELETION (PART 2)
Backstage, we see Brother Maylock running along a familiar looking section of corridor. He has a concerned look on his face. Not only is he hunting down GX and Lunacy, but he has also lost contact with The Jackdaw. He approaches a dumpster that appears to be out of place. It is angled precariously away from the wall, as if somebody has placed it there intentionally. He looks down at the ground… a small pool of fresh blood lays at his feet. As he examines the blood, he does not notice the odious threat appear from the bin behind him Slithering out of the dumpster like a snake, GX suddenly mutters into Maylock’s ear In a forced deep voice.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Omae wa mou… shindeiru!
BROTHER MAYLOCK: Nani!?
An arm shoots around Brother Maylock’s neck and coils around it. His eyes widen in shock. Within mere seconds, the sleeper hold has Brother Maylock completely unconscious. Slowly but surely, he is dragged upwards into the dumpster like the prey of a trapdoor spider. The lid flumps shut. There is a moment of silence, before a sudden toll of a bell is heard. The hollow ringing noise is not made in the conventional manner. Rather than being struck by the hammer within the bell, it is as though the bell impacts against pure bone. Grimoire cackles to himself, speaking aloud.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Now that these two idiots are out of the way, the REAL fun can begin…
The cameras quickly cut away from this disturbing scene.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE BARRED FROM THE BUILDING:
The crowd roars as Andy Johnson-Page enters the back of the building wielding the Television Championship over his shoulder when he’s stopped by security as well as Flash Rotten.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “What happened to you? Looks like you got your ass kicked!”
Andy spouts out at Flash who simply shakes his head as Andy continues.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “What’s all this about?”
Flash lets out a deep sigh before stating.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I’m going to shoot straight with you; because you’re not medically cleared to compete Adam Barker, Chairman of the WGWF Board of Directors, has barred you from the building. In his eyes and in the eyes of the Board of Directors you are a liability when you consider the last six weeks between you and your father.”
The crowd starts to boo intently.
FLASH ROTTEN- “My hands are tied.”
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “That’s a load of crap!”
FLASH ROTTEN- “While I tend to agree with you there’s nothing that I can do about it. The guards in front of you have been instructed per Adam Barker to stop you at that door and should you take one more step they have been authorized to use physical force to restrain you.”
Flash looks at Andy intently as he continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “If you never listen to anything I’ve said listen to me now… Walk away and save it for Wrestle Wars.”
Andy nods his head before eyeing down the members of the security force. The crowd boos loudly as Andy turns around and walks out of the building.
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MASTERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a part of the "Legend vs. Legends" tour between two WGWF Hall of Famers and former World Champions! Introducing first, from Melbourne Australia, and weighing in at 230 lbs. He is a Grand Slam Champion. He is one half of one of the most dominant tag teams in the companies history. He is the Iceman! He is The LOSSSST LEGENDDDD! He is... THE ANARCHISSSSTTTTTTTTT... DEAN! JAMES!
The crowd cheers loudly as the intro to 'Coming Home' by Avenged Sevenfold plays and the arena lights dim down and turn blue and smoke begins to billow from behind the entrance curtain. The blue lights begin to flash around the stage. As the drums kick up in the song the lights flash in sync with the drum beats. At around the fifty four second mark into the song the curtains burst open and out walks Dean James wearing a hooded jacket with no sleeves. Dean James stands in the middle of the stage, he removes the hood from atop his head and merely looks over the crowd in attendance, soaking it all in.
Dean James begins to walk down the entrance ramp and once he reaches the bottom he slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He stands to his feet and climbs up onto the nearest ropes and looks out across the crowd as the crowd cheer. Dean James places one hand to his forehead to shield his eyes from the spotlight. He then jumps down from the ropes and sits down in the corner of the ring and waits for his old foe.
MASTERS: And his opponent... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 222 lbs. He is a two time Master of the Mat, a Global Cup winner, a Battle Lines Survivor, and a four time Hall of Famer in the industry... THE PRODIGY... THE PROPHECY... THE PEOPLES G.O.A.T... JAMMMMMMMMMMESSSSSSSSS RAAAAAAAAAVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNN!!!
The drum beat and guitar solo of "BLEED IT OUT" by Linkin Park start and a series of white and blue spotlights come up and pan the crowd. Mike Shinodas voice is heard on the speakers singing.
“Now here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line, throw ‘em up and let something shine, going out of my fucking mind… filthy mouth, no excuse, find a new place to hang this noose, string me up from atop these roofs, high and tight so I wont get loose.”
By now the fans are going wild and cheering as the spotlights slowly make their way to the top of the entrance ramp where a dim fog begins to form.
“Truth is you can stop and stare, rub myself out and no one cares, dug the trench out and lay down there with a shovel up, out of reach somewhere… yeah, someone pouring in, make it a dirt glass floor again, say your prayers and stomp it out when they bring that chorus in.”
The spotlights come together as one, and the fog fills the top of the ramp until the downbeat hits and a major blue and silver pyrotechnic display goes off and the rest of the arena lights turn up to full. When the smoke clears James Raven is seen on top of the ramp, his hands thrown up over his head and a huge smile on his face.
“I BLEED IT OUT!!! Diggin’ deeper just to throw it away, I BLEED IT OUT!!!”
James makes his way down the ramp, high fiving fans and posing for pictures with several of them until he reaches the base of the ramp. Then, he pauses for a few seconds and sprints for the ring, diving in under the bottom rope and sliding in to the center of the mat on his hands and knees. He poses for a second, then gets up and runs for the turnbuckle, climbing up and posing yet again for the fans before doing a 360 degree spin off and doing the same on the opposite turnbuckle. As his music fades out he stretches in his corner, eyeing Dean James and waiting for the opening bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Dean James and James Raven slowly circle each other after the bell, the two legends eyeing each other cautiously before lunging in to tie up. Dean James gains the early advantage, twisting Raven into a hammerlock and driving him back into the ropes. The two stars bounce off and Dean uses the momentum to Irish whip Raven across the ring as hard as he can. Raven slams hard into the corner turnbuckle and clutches his chest in pain before stumbling out to the middle of the mat... only to be met by a hesitation dropkick from “The Anarchist” Dean James!
A small pocket of Dean James fans in the crowd break into a loud chant, supporting their heroes quick start:
“AN-AR-CHIST! AN-AR-CHIST! AN-AR-CHIST!”
Sharp claps break up the syllables, and Dean James raises his fist graciously to thank them for their support. Seeing this obvious shift in momentum happening, a group of James Raven supporters break into a chant of their own;
“PEO-PLES GOAT! PEO-PLES GOAT! PEO-PLES GOAT!”
The duelling screams echo through the arena, growing louder and louder as Raven climbs to his feet and the two legends square off once more! Dean James extends his hand, offering a tie up that Raven slowly accepts. Raven uses his power to bend Dean backwards before shifting to a headlock and squeezing his old foe tightly. Dean struggles to free himself, eventually pulling his head loose and escaping only to be caught with an elbow to the face the moment he stands up straight! Raven baited him! Dean James doubles over and Raven locks in another headlock, sprinting towards the ropes and leaping through the air...
BAXTER: HOLY- James Raven just used the middle rope as a springboard to hit a... I don’t know, a swinging bulldog I guess you could call it?
BARKER: I don’t know what you’d call it either, I just know that it was damned impressive!
Raven spikes Dean James face first into the canvas, then rolls him over onto his back and hooks the leg for the cover as the referee slides across the mat and into position to make the count!
ONE!!!
TW-
BAXTER: Kickout by Dean James! It’s going to take a lot more than that to keep The Iceman down.
ROTTEN: But how much would it take to keep The Anarchist down, or the Lost Legend?
BAXTER: Shut up, Flash. You’re not funny.
ROTTEN: I’m hilarious.
Raven backs away from Dean, allowing the former Champion to climb to his feet slowly. The two men stare at each other, neither wanting to rush in with an attack and get countered, until finally Raven strikes first with a quick forearm. Dean James sees it coming and leans backwards to dodge, throwing a heavy knee up into Ravens midsection which The People’s GOAT sees coming and expertly blocks. Raven tries to grab Dean around the shoulders, but Dean James catches his arm on the way in and tries to twist into a hip toss. Raven keeps his feet firmly on the canvas, his dead weight stopping the hiptoss and leaving Dean James open for an arm drag takedown! Dean flat backs off the mat, the entire ring shaking as Raven leaps over his prone body and bounces off the far side ring ropes.
BAXTER: Dean James is back on his feet!
ROTTEN: Raven tries to hit a short arm clothesline, but Dean is able to duck underneath!
Dean James slides behind Raven and grabs him around the waist, hurling the legend with a German suplex that leaves Raven skidding across the mat. Dean rushes to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top rope as the fans begin to cheer wildly! Raven springs to his feet and rushes to the corner, climbing to the middle rope and staring Dean in the eyes before hammering him with a right hand! And another! And another!
BAXTER: Raven clobbering Dean James at the top of the turnbuckle! The fans love it!
ROTTEN: He tries to hook Deans head for a superplex, but Dean wriggles free and shoves him hard from the ropes to the mat!
James Raven is down after crashing hard to the canvas, and Dean James stands up straight on the ringpost, he's looking for the 5-Star Performance! Dean James looking for an epic frog splash!
...
......
JAMES RAVEN MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! James rolls to his feet and cocks backwards, looking for an F.Y.S. superkick to take Dean James' head clean off!
...
.......
DEAN DUCKS! Dean hits a Keanu Reeves like back-bend and watches Ravens foot sail over him, then he reaches up and grabs Ravens foot, dragging him to the ground and rolling him over, climbing atop the former champion and locking in a Texas Cloverleaf! Dean has Raven in a tight Cloverleaf, but Raven is slowly rolling his legs and his hips to escape, then flips himself around quickly and wraps his legs tightly around Dean James' head... DEAN JAMES IS LOCKED IN THE RAVENLOCK! Dean is trapped in the triangle choke!
"LET'S GO RA-VEN!"
"AN-AR-CHIST!"
"LET'S GO RA-VEN!"
"AN-AR-CHIST!"
"LET'S GO RA-VEN!"
"AN-AR-CHIST!"
BAXTER: Raven squeezes as tight as he can, trying to submit his old rival, but Dean James refuses to submit this easily in his long-awaited return to the WGWF!
Dean throws his leg behind him, managing to hook his foot over the bottom rope.
REFEREE: ROPE BREAK! Let him go, Raven!
James reluctantly does as he's told and lets go of the Lost Legend, squirming out from underneath Dean and climbing to his feet, making his way to the corner to catch his breath and strategize as Dean rubs his throat and slowly stands up while using the ropes for support. The crowd is off the charts right now! They're loving this match up of WGWF Hall of Famers, the James Raven "Legend vs. Legends" tour a smash hit once more! Raven turns to stare at Dean, turning out of the corner as Dean lets go of the ropes and manages to stand under his own power. The two slowly circle each other before locking up to a huge pop from the crowd! We're back underway! Each man is shown jockeying for position, but it's Raven who snaps Dean over with a lightning quick arm drag. The crowd roars as Raven springs back to his feet with Dean in close pursuit. They quickly lock up once again, this time Dean snatches a head lock, he takes Raven over with a headlock take over, Raven quickly counters the attempt with a head scissors, Dean counters that by flipping over Raven stacking his shoulders to the mat.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
T-
The crowd roars as Raven bridges up, turning his body inward before executing a back slide and pinning Dean's shoulders suddenly.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
T-
Dean James kicks out! Both Raven and The Iceman reach a vertical base where it's Dean who drives a knee to the midsection of Raven before taking over with several stiff right hands backing Raven up into the ropes, Dean shoots Raven across the ring with an irish whip and Raven rebounds off the ropes, Dean ducks his head looking for a back body drop, but it's Raven who counters with a swinging neck breaker! Raven makes the quick cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
BAXTER: Another kickout by Dean James! These two have picked up the pace now, trying to put an end to this match!
The Anarchist shoots his left shoulder up off the mat! Raven grabs a rear chin lock, he applies the pressure, but Dean manages to work himself to a standing position and he turns into the chin lock, lifting Raven up in the air before driving him down into the mat with a side suplex! James shakes things off, and Dean drives a stiff kick to the shoulder blades of Raven as he attempts to get to his feet. Dean picks Raven up, lacing him across the chest with a knife edge chop!
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
BAXTER: The crowd fires up a cheer that would make Mr. Fliehr proud, if he was still here to feud with Borden every week.
ROTTEN: He's not. Deal with it.
Dean lands a second chop to the chest, followed by a third which sends Raven back into the corner, Dean shoots Raven across the ring again with an irish whip sending him crashing into the opposite turnbuckle! James charges in after Raven, but Raven lands a reverse elbow staggering Dean James backwards several feet which allows Raven to step up to the middle turnbuckle!
BAXTER: Raven leaps off the middle rope with a Cross Body attempt!
ROTTEN: Dean James counters, catching Raven in mid-air and using the momentum to drive him into the mat with a scooping slam! Dean James makes the cover! This could be it!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TH-
Raven kicks out to a huge ovation from the crowd! This is absolute insanity! These two are trading move for move, an incredible display of the two of the best in-ring talents the WGWF has ever seen!
BAXTER: Flash, it's been back and forth in the opening minutes of this match... neither man can maintain a distinct advantage!
Rotten: When you're as evenly matches as these two men, it's all you can expect. These two have faced each other a half dozen times over the past decade, they know what the other brings to the table!
Dean James struggles to a vertical base. He picks Raven up before taking a back waist lock, hurling Raven backwards with a German Release Suplex! Raven lands hard on the canvass, and Dean reaches his feet once more. He steps through the ropes to the ring apron where he begins to climb to the top rope. He could be looking for the 5-Star Performance again! In the ring, Raven pushes himself up off the mat, the crowd cheering loudly! Dean stands up high on the top rope, but opts out of a high risk maneuver and leaps off the top with a double axe handle, the crowd explodes as Raven knocks Dean out of the air with a standing vertical dropkick! Dean is sent flying across the ring and through the ropes to the floor! Raven stands up, sucking in several deep breaths, and he measures Dean James who begins to stir on the floor! Raven bounces off the far side, and as Dean stand up Raven dives between the top and middle rope landing a Suicide Dive to perfection! The crowd roars as Raven pops to his feet on the floor and pumps his fist in celebration.
BAXTER: James Raven just turned things around with that Suicide Dive, and he is fired up!
Raven picks Dean up before hoisting him up in the air, and dropping Dean James chest and sternum first across the fan barricade! Raven picks Dean up again and tosses him back into the ring, Raven slides back into the ring and picks Dean up, hurling him back to the mat with a Northern Light Suplex with a bridge. The referee slides himself into position!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-
Dean kicks out before the three count. Raven stands, slower than before as he tries to take a few deep breaths, but as he does Dean pops to his feet and snaps Raven over with a TazzPlex! Dean wastes little time in getting back to his feet where he takes both legs of Raven, and turns him over locking in another Texas Cloverleaf!
ROTTEN: Another Texas Cloverleaf! Dean James is really looking to make a statement here tonight by tapping out the legend, but Raven refuses to quit!
The crowd begins a massive "RAVEN, RAVEN, RAVEN" chant as Dean sits further back on the back of Raven. The referee is in perfect position, and asks Raven if he wants to surrender. Raven refuses, and the crowd begins to get louder and louder as Raven begins to inch his way towards a set of ropes. He reaches out, grabbing a hold of the bottom rope to a huge pop from the crowd! Dean lets go of the cloverleaf and pulls Raven out to the middle of the ring before dropping a elbow across the lower back of Raven, and quickly locking in a Crippler Crossface!
BAXTER: Dean James is putting on a clinic against Raven here! Great submissions!
Dean James cranks back on the Crossface, and Raven finally manages to counter by pushing himself up off the mat with his free hand and shifting his weight, rolling backwards and stacking Deans shoulders to the mat!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE-
Dean has no choice but to release the hold to avoid being pinned., and he slides out from underneath Raven and lifts the Peoples G.O.A.T. to his feet! He fires Raven across the ring, and Raven bounces off the ropes but manages to duck under a Dean James clothesline attempt crossing the ring to the opposite set of ropes and leaping up to the middle one to use it as a springboard for a soaring backflip that nearly freezes time...
BAXTER: The RAVENSAULT! A springboard moonsault from the middle rope! James Raven can end this here!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
ROTTEN: Dean James kicks out! I can't believe he was able to kick out of that, and neither can Raven!
Dean James looks hurt, and James Raven looks exhausted, but both struggle to reach their feet at the same time with Dean landing a hard right hand, and Raven firing back with a right hand of his own. Dean fires back with a left, Raven drills a left to match. Dean lands another right, and Raven ROCKS Dean with a European Uppercut that sends The Lost Legend back into the ropes! Raven rushes Dean looking to send him over the top rope, but Dean drops down to the mat, yanking the top rope down in the process and sending Raven spilling out to the floor!
Rotten: These two are stars!
Dean doesn't waste any time, he makes his way to the top rope on the inside of the ring, Raven is shown working his way up, and the crowd explodes as Dean leaps off the top rope with a Shooting Star Press, crashing down on top of Raven sending both men to the arena floor!
"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
BAXTER: The hang time by Dean James! So impressive! What a dangerous move!
Rotten: It sure paid off, though!
The referee begins to count out both men, but it's Dean James who is first to his feet. He picks up Raven before bouncing his head off the ring apron. Dean tosses Raven back into the ring, and he slides in after him making another cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TH-
The crowd explodes as Raven shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Dean is getting frustrated but understands the end may be near, and doesn't give Raven a chance to recover. He lifts his opponent and sends him across the ring with an irish whip, Raven bounces off the ropes and Dean James looks for a tiltawhirl slam, but it's Raven who counters the attempt with a reverse DDT! Raven rolls out to the ring apron, he pulls himself to his feet where he begins to make his way to the top turnbuckle!
ROTTEN: Uh oh, now it's Raven looking to go to the air!
BAXTER: What's James Raven got in mind?!?!?!
In the ring, Dean pushes himself up to a vertical base, and as he does Raven leaps off the top rope with a corkscrew elbow! The crowd explodes as Raven makes a cover hooking the far leg.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE-
The crowd gasps again as Dean barely is able to shoot the shoulder up off the mat. Raven beats Dean to his feet, and lays a hard forearm shot to the side of the head of Dean James before sending him bouncing off the ropes! Dean rebounds, and it's Raven who plants Dean into the mat with a vicious Samoan Drop! Raven kips up to his feet and walks confidently towards a set of turnbuckles. The crowd is on their feet! Dean James, slowly works his way to a vertical base, Raven takes a few steps back before shuffling towards his opponent and letting loose with a destructive superkick targeting the Anarchists jaw!
BAXTER: F.Y.S!!
ROTTEN: Say the full name, it's the Fuck You Shank!
While not as powerful or explosive as Big Shanks original maneuver, James makes sure his superkick looks a hell of a lot better. Dean eats the kick and slumps lifelessly to the mat, Raven collapsing on top of him in exhaustion. The referee slides across the canvas, slapping the mat loudly as he screams out the count in unison with the crowd!
"OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
TWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"THHHHHHHHREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"
Dean James kicks out! The crowd explodes!!!
Rotten: HOW CLOSE WAS THAT!!!!! I can't believe Dean is still conscious!
BAXTER: Both of these men are leaving it ALL in the ring!
Raven, absolutely shocked that can't put Dean James away reaches a vertical base. He looks down at Dean, picking him up by the hair. Raven fires Dean into the ropes, the Iceman bouncing off the ropes, Raven ducks his head too early which allows Dean to connect with a Double Arm DDT!
ROTTEN: OUCH! Raven was just spiked into the mat there!
Both James Raven and Dean James lay on the mat... the crowd is stirring up another chant directed towards both competitors.
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
It's Dean who manages to rally first, standing and stepping through the ropes where he once again slowly begins to climb to the top turnbuckle. Raven, lays motionless on the mat, Dean stands up top and poses for the crowd before leaping off with another Frog Splash!
...
......
HE LANDS IT THIS TIME!
BAXTER: 5 STAR PERFORMANCE! THIS IS GOING TO BE IT!
ROTTEN: He almost snapped James Raven in half with that one! MY GOD!
Dean makes a cover on Raven, he hooks the right leg.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE-
The roof explodes as Raven shoots his left shoulder up off the mat, eyelashes away from the fatal three count!
BAXTER: I don't believe it!!!
ROTTEN: Neither can Dean James!
Dean, demands a faster count, but the official shows him two fingers as another "LET'S GO RAVEN" chant echo's throughout the arena. Dean stands slowly, fire in his eyes as he calls for the Box Office Smash!
BAXTER: This could be the end of James Raven!
Dean patiently waits for Raven to push himself up to his feet and Dean catches Raven with a boot to the midsection, he looks to hook up Box Office Smash but it's Raven who counters with a back body drop! Dean quickly gets back to up where Raven is ready and looking for the Flight of the Raven, but Dean is able to counter again by shoving Raven into the ropes! Raven bounces off the ropes and into a Sleeper Hold by Dean James!
ROTTEN: Uh-oh! Sleeper! It can't end like this!
Raven struggles, but manages to turn inside and he looks for a side suplex. Dean flips over Raven, landing on his feet! Raven turns around catching a boot to the midsection, Dean hoists Raven up in the air before driving him into the mat with a Brainbuster! Dean pops up and he points to the top rope once more before stepping out to the ring apron, and for what could be the final time Dean begins to climb up to the top rope.
BAXTER: What else can he possibly do?!?!?!
Raven is shown rolling over onto his chest as Dean stands up on the top rope, Raven pushes himself up off the mat just as Dean leaps off the top rope looking for another splash! Raven springs up off the mat catching Dean in mid air with the FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN!
BAXTER: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
ROTTEN: THE FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN! HE CATCHES DEAN JAMES MIDAIR, AND THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT!
The crowd explodes as Raven makes the cover hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING....DING....DING....
BAXTER: It's over! Dean James has fallen to The Peoples G.O.A.T. James Raven! The Legend vs. Legends tour just keeps on rolling, and the fans here are absolutely loving it!
Dean James and James Raven lay side by side on the canvas, both completely drained to the point that they can't even move! Medical professionals rush down to ring side to make sure the men are OK, but it doesn't look serious. The fans are on their feet, blown away by what they've just seen!
Suddenly the words..
EMBRACE CHAOS:
Appear on the Jumbo Tron when suddenly
[PLAY]
We transition between clips of the careers of JAMES RAVEN and LEGION: their various title wins, big moments, and the times they’ve clashed in the ring.
“Two men, two careers intertwined over the years. Whether feeling unstable or fulfilling a prophecy, these men are two halves of the same coin: cocky, brash, talented…and yet, more often than not, one prevails over the other.”
Cut to the last encounter between the two men, in which Legion came up short. Raven reaches out to shake Legion’s hand after the match, but Legion slaps it aside before leaving the ring.
“What must Legion do to overcome the odds of his contemporary? What strategy can he employ to finally pick up that elusive win over James Raven?”
Suddenly, we cut to static…and from static we see the face of Legion himself.
“Embrace chaos.”
Behind him stand his disciples, holding onto a bloodied and beaten Axel the Shark. Legion smiles as he paces back and forth, looking over at the Kids’ Champion as he begins to speak.
“Whatever are we going to do with you, Axel? Look how far you’ve fallen from grace. You’re supposed to be a hero to the kids…how can they look up to a broken man in a shark suit?”
Legion looks back to us as he continues.
“People have been wondering why I came back to WGWF, why I went after Axel the Shark…and why I disappeared after West Coast Rumble. There was a time when I had hope for men like Axel the Shark, that they would inspire the world to bring change…but that hope faded into darkness when I saw the world for what it was. The world is a broken place, and that’s when I realized we are all broken…and I decided to teach that lesson to your Kids’ Champion. Axel the Shark is now a broken man, a shell of his former self…and he is only the first. When all hope is lost, you have to accept reality.”
Legion’s disciples slam Axel into the wall, much to his delight as he continues once more.
“One man that hasn’t accepted reality is James Raven, a man whose shadow I’ve had to stand in for most of my career. We both came up in this business around the same time, and yet it’s his name on the marquee week after week. His face is in the spotlight, he’s the one hitting the pay window…and I’m stuck being second best. It’s enough to make a man sick…but I’ve found the cure. There is a question that has been gnawing at my psyche for years…how do I beat James Raven?”
Legion chuckles, knowing the answer to his own question.
“There is an opportunity at hand, true believers. James Raven has set himself up for failure by establishing his little Legend vs Legends tour, and I’ve decided to take him up on his challenge. We not only share a good chunk of our career, we share the same date of birth…and Wrestle Wars 12 happens to fall around that time. Why not have one more Birthday Brawl, for old time’s sake? We were meant to fight forever, you and I…but at Wrestle Wars, I will be the one that’s victorious. I will beat you this time around, because I have learned the most important lesson of all…to embrace chaos.”
Legion turns his attention back to Axel, laying into the Kids’ Champion with some hard right hands as we cut to black.
[END TRANSMISSION]
GRIM DELETION (PART 3)
The cameras cut to a location far away from the arena. It looks like some form of abandoned gas station. Though the structure itself looks relatively modern, the lack of light shining on the forecourt and over the petrol pumps hides the severity of the vandalism caused to the store’s windows. The only sources of illumination come from street lights and the headlights of an oncoming vehicle that drives straight past the pumps and towards the entrance of the mechanized car wash.
Strangely, the car wash looks brand new, well maintained and nowhere near as vandalized as the gas station next to which it is situated. The car that approaches is a gray Cadillac Fleetwood 75 sedan; it looks old and tired, moving slowly across the forecourt as if using a zimmer frame. There is an unusual choice of ornament strapped onto the bonnet of the car… not so much an ornament; more of a hostage. The driver’s wicked grin displays malicious intentions.
The Cadillac pulls up at the entrance to the car wash. Grimoire kicks the driver door open and whimsically steps out. The window is open very slightly. He takes the liberty of locking the vehicle before posting the keys through the small gap. They land on the driver’s seat. He smiles to himself before taking a few steps into the cleaning chamber itself. It quickly becomes apparent that this car wash is no longer suitable for cleaning vehicles. If anything, it is the exact opposite. The rollers that were once surrounded solely by ‘feather duster-like’ bristles are now being kept back by ream after ream of barbed wire and razor wire; giving the impressions of industrialized thorn bushes. Grimoire rubs his hands like an evil genius, cackling maniacally in a manner befitting. Lunacy continues to yank at his restraints, trying to break free, but Grimoire has fastened him too securely, making escape almost impossible.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Welcome to your destruction, Mr. Winston.
Grimoire turns to Lunacy and mounts the bonnet of the Cadillac like a cat, crawling stealthily over the top of Lunacy before grabbing his forehead with his hand and bouncing his head off the bonnet, ripping away his mask to reveal a battered and bruised face with more lacerations than a cactus has spines. He slides down the oversized metal hood with legs and arms outstretched to admire his handiwork once more.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Have you ever wondered the meaning of the name which you call yourself? Do you want to know what ‘lunacy’ really is? To call something ‘lunacy’ makes it easier to explain things that we don’t understand. That’s your mantra, is it not? Permit me to show you a whole new definition…
Grimoire smiles as he turns away from view. The sound of a zipper lowering is heard. With the mask still in hand, he positions it beneath his crotch. An inconsistent stream of urine begins to trickle to the ground. Seconds pass before Grimoire lets out a relieved sigh. He pulls his pants back up, fastening them securely and holding the sodden mask out in front of him. With a grin, he returns to the bonnet of the Cadillac and throws the urine-soaked mask back over his head. The combination of ammonia against his open wounds begin to sting. Lunacy splutters and thrashes as Grimoire slides down the bonnet once more. Stood next to a pin-code console just to the right of the contraption’s entry, Grimoire inputs a series of keys to initiate the machine. With a loud clunk, a conveyer that runs the length of the car wash begins to pull the vehicle forward. The machine that looks like something that a villain from a James Bond film would conceive groans menacingly, sending a spray of water ahead of Lunacy. Slowly, the vehicle is dragged towards the instruments of destruction.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: A towel gets wetter as it dries. This will dirty you as it cleans you. It’s going to be a real BLOOD BATH!
He begins laughing crazily once again. Suddenly, the sound of a second vehicle screeching from afar draws nearer and nearer, the rev of the engine suggests desperation. The newcomers bounce over the speed hump leading into the service station, screeching to a halt a mere few feet away from the car wash. Grimoire turns with a knowing grin as a bloodied and battered Brother Maylock and Jackdaw stumble out of the car, armed with baseball bats. The injuries that they have sustained earlier in the night are still evident. How they are even able to stand is anybody’s guess. Grimoire slowly spins on his heel.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Anarchy… I KNEW YOU’D COME!
Wasting no time, The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock simultaneously rush GX, swinging their baseball bats with no way for him to block. As The Jackdaw continues the assault, Brother Maylock rushes towards the Cadillac once GX is grounded. Inside of the car wash, the rollers have begun to spin, flailing barbed wire lashes at the air. Lunacy draws ever closer, slowly and helplessly. Brother Maylock attempts to shield himself from the freezing soapy water being sprayed from the machinery as he fumbles with the door. It is locked, yet he can see the keys resting on the driver’s seat. He uses his baseball bat like a hammer, swinging at the window. It takes a couple of attempts, but he is able to penetrate the glass. He reaches into the vehicle, unlocking the door from the inside and quickly climbing in, wincing as he sits on the shards of glass that have fallen onto the seat.
Lunacy’s eyes widen as the barbed-wire rollers begin to approach. The sound of grating metal is heard as the razor wire rips away the paintwork around the front bumper, threatening to come into contact with his feet any second now. Slamming the car into reverse immediately after turning the ignition, Maylock backs the car away, almost mowing down The Jackdaw and GX inadvertently. He tries to brake… but he can’t! The Cadillac is stuck in reverse gear! He tries to the disengage the engine, but the key snaps off it the ignition slot! The Jackdaw quickly looks back as the Cadillac continues to reverse out of control. Brother Maylock has resorted to spinning the vehicle in a circle, Lunacy is almost being dragged away from his shackles by the force of the vehicle spinning. The screeching of the tires is deafening. Jackdaw looks for a moment too long as GX tackles him to the mat and rams the back of his head forcefully into the concrete, knocking him out cold.
GX slowly clambers back up, dusting himself off and wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth with his hand. He looks at it for a moment before lapping the blood away with his tongue. He picks up The Jackdaw’s baseball bat and begins to pace towards the out of control Cadillac. With an almighty throw, he launches the bat straight at the vehicle, missing Lunacy’s head by mere inches, but shattering the windscreen. Brother Maylock shields his eyes from the debris, but sees his chance. He tries to keep himself from falling from the car as he reaches over the dashboard and clambers onto the bonnet in a bid to relieve some of the pressure from Lunacy’s shackles. GX skips far around the circumference of the ‘donut’ created from the burning rubber toward a stack of rubble laying at one side of the ruined gas station. Like a troublesome teenager, he begins to pelt the Cadillac with debris of varying sizes. Most strike the metalwork, but Brother Maylock has to continuously shield both Lunacy and himself from the barrage of missiles that GX launches in their direction.
Finally, after much struggling, Brother Maylock is able to free one of Lunacy’s hands. He frees the other in quick succession, but the centrifugal force of the spinning vehicle makes Lunacy’s body go limp. One foot slips out of GX’s restraint, causing his head to spin dangerously close to the concrete. GX sees his opportunity and grabs the baseball bat once again, trying to pick out the best place to strike. Brother Maylock quickly clambers back into the driver’s seat before another full rotation can be made. GX swings violently with the baseball bat. Lunacy scrunches himself up as much as he can, missing the wooden bat ever so slightly. He tries to gain a purchase on the car’s bodywork, being careful not to entangle his arm under the rolling wheels. He leans the opposite direction, grabbing a hold of the Cadillac’s front fender. He drags himself towards to trapped foot as GX runs towards the 4X4 that The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock had arrived in.
Foolishly, they had left the keys in the ignition.
GX grins as he starts up the land rover, reversing a short distance to give himself a better run up. He floors the accelerator, the wheelspin leaving streak marks of rubber in the tarmac as GX hurtles towards Lunacy and Brother Maylock. Noticing the peril they are both in, Brother Maylock changes the direction of the regular circle that they had been travelling in up to now. GX flies past them, slamming on the brakes to reassess his position. In doing so, Lunacy is flung from the bonnet, rolling limply across the concourse. The Cadillac still wails in its unstoppable backward thrust. GX lets out a slightly frustrated grimace as he sees Lunacy slowly drag himself out of harm’s way, being assisted by the recently recovered Jackdaw. He rolls down the window, before screaming at Lunacy.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: ARE WE DESTINED TO DO THIS DANCE FOREVER?
With that, GX begins reversing, barreling straight towards Lunacy and The Jackdaw. They look up light rabbits frozen in the headlights. It is only the quick thinking of Brother Maylock that prevents a bigger catastrophe, hurling the Cadillac straight into the back of the 4X4.
CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!
Airbags rupture in the faces of GX and Maylock, the Cadillac finally spluttering itself to death. There is a moment of silence amidst the chaotic scene. Moments pass before Brother Maylock is able to free himself from the mangled Cadillac, falling onto the tarmac amidst a shower of glass shards. Seconds later, the door of the 4X4 also shoots open. GX stumbles a little bit, seemingly having taken a hefty bump but is still standing, albeit swaying a little. He reaches back into the 4X4 and grabs the baseball bat and lurches towards Brother Maylock, holding the baseball bat high above his head. Before he can deliver the deathblow, he is tackled viciously by Lunacy. His bloodstained mask embodies his inner rage, repeatedly punching Grimoire across the jaw. He is relentless, even as Grimoire laughs maniacally. However, he leaves himself open to a thrust of the baseball bat into his face. Lunacy falls back, holding his face as GX pushes himself up, delivering a swift kick to the gut. GX goes in for the kill, but is tripped by Brother Maylock yanking at his feet, sweeping him clean off his feet. The baseball bat clatters to the ground, rolling in Lunacy’s direction. Lunacy stares at the bat, clasping it in his hand as GX kicks Brother Maylock away.
Lunacy swings the bat at GX, thinking that he has left himself open, but GX ducks out of harm’s way. He punches Lunacy right in the face before wrapping his fingers around Lunacy’s neck and pushing his thumbs deep into his throat. He forces Lunacy back, ramming him up against the side of the ruined Cadillac. Lunacy gasps for breath, unable to inhale the oxygen his body needs for survival. Grimoire’s face turns from deathly serious to one of malignant villainy, believing this to be the final sentence of the novel that is their rivalry. Lunacy does his best to push GX back with the baseball bat, but GX is not budging.
Without warning, GX is clubbed from behind. The Jackdaw is back up.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: This was only ever meant to be about me and Lunacy. WHY ARE YOU SO CLINGY!?
Grimoire slaps Jackdaw with a backhanded strike like an enraged husband smacking his wife. The Jackdaw is sent in a spiral before clattering against the Cadillac. GX goes in towards The Jackdaw, but Jackdaw grabs one of the doors and yanks it forcefully open straight into GX’s chest. Grimoire winces for a moment before booting the door straight back at Jackdaw. Jackdaw grabs the back of GX’s head and bounces it off the roof. Lunacy quickly pounces, driving the baseball bat hard into the back of GX’s head. It knocks him to the ground. He giggles with excitement. He attempts to climb into the driver’s seat of the Cadillac, but Lunacy grabs a hold of his leg. Suddenly, GX throws shards of the shattered windscreen and window pane straight into Lunacy’s eyes! He screams as the glass slices into him. GX lets out of victorious grin, but is met with a knee to the side of the head by The Jackdaw. The numbers game overwhelms GX as Lunacy carefully tries to wipe the glass out of his eyes. Still blinded, he tries to survey the situation as best as he can. He sees Grimoire part-way into the vehicle, his head leading against the door column. With one amighty charge, Lunacy throws his foot outwards after building up steam.
BAM!
Lunacy boots the car door closes, slamming against Grimoire’s head. The clown slumps backwards, this being the decisive blow.
Anarchy catch their breath. All four men involved are bleeding profusely. Lunacy looks over towards The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock. He gestures with his hand to assist him in lifting GX off the ground. Slowly, they do so, hurling him onto the bonnet of the destroyed Cadillac. Panting out of sheer exhaustion, Lunacy points towards the car wash. With that, Brother Maylock, The Jackdaw and Lunacy collectively begin to push the Cadillac away from the 4X4. It takes several moments, given the sheer weight of the automobile combined with their fatigue. Yet they are still able to accomplish the feat. With Lunacy acting as ‘driver,’ he guides it towards the entrance, stopping only once the front left wheel is safely over the block that anchors the car to the conveyer belt. He depresses the series of numbers in the same order that he had witnessed Grimoire do so. Within a few seconds, the conveyer clunks into life. Grimoire still lays motionlessly as the car is swallowed up by the car wash. The collective unit of Anarchy convene in the crumpled 4X4. The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock immediately slump in the back seats, passing out from the sheer trauma they had embarked upon over the course of this bloodied night. Lunacy, somehow, is still conscious, sitting in the driver’s seat. As smashed up as the vehicle is, it is still capable of driving. He sits and watches as the Cadillac gets sucked into the very bowels of the car wash. The car wash grunts and groans; the modifications begin to snag against various pieces of the car’s body, grinding metal is slowing down the entire mechanism and burning out the motors. A billow of smoke begins to rise from the roof of the structure. It does not take long before flames begin to shoot out of the machinery.
LUNACY: What he’s managed to do, in essence, is set something that is perpetually WET on FIRE.
Lunacy lets out a satisfied chuckle before the 4X4 slowly pulls out of the gas station, leaving GX to his fate…
…
Moments pass.
The car wash is completely ablaze…
….yet from the exit, a weary body emerges from the smoke.
His clothes and skin torn to ribbons, he bathes in the rain that begins to pour from the sky. He lets out an agonizing scream; but not one of agony…. It is one of total euphoria; like a lover at the point of climax; the apex of stimulation and ecstacy.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: He left me… to die… he left me… to die. You… you left me to die.
Slowly, he limps away from the burning wreckage. He is barely capable of standing, never mind walking, yet somehow, someway, he is able to make it to the sidewalk. He begins to traverse the long and lonely road that leads to either civilization or nowhere. Whatever destination he has in mind, it is a long way away. In spite of this knowledge and in spite of his nervous system screaming its grievances at him, his smile does not fade… he still repeats the words, mumbling to himself.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: You left me to die… You left me to die…
Ring announcer Donald Masters is standing in the center of the squared circle, trusty microphone in hand as the feed returns to the inside of the arena. There's a clammy atmosphere formed from a mixture of excitement and tension and the good fans in Columbia get comfortable for the nights semi-in ring finale.
Donald Masters: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match up is a non-title match scheduled for one fall! (ONE FALL!) Introducing first...
The tones to "Separate Ways" by Journey crash through the speakers as all men five feet six and under stand on the railing to get a view of the incoming Suntan Superman. Strobe and spotlights are kicked into high gear and pyro explodes along the stage and ramp while guitar riffs seamlessly mix themselves in. The fans don't have to wait before Connolly stomps out from the back, the IC Title snapped around his waist.
Masters: ... from Norfolk, Virginia... weighing in 232 pounds.. representing the DVC, he is the reigning WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION.. he is the SUNTAN SUPERMAN!! CHRISTIAN!! CONNOLLY!!
Climbing into the ring, Christian casually hops onto the top turnbuckle and enters the squared circle. He cocked his head as soon as "If you want blood (You've got it)" starts to thunder out over the sound system, hailing the arrival of his legendary opponent. An explosion of red and silver pyro hit before John Gambino makes his way through the resulting smoke.
Masters: And his opponent... from Syracuse, New York.. weighing in at 250 pounds.. he is MR. BIGG!! JOHN!! GAMBINO!!
Gambino stops at the ring, and reaches up, grabbing the top rope. He pulls himself onto the apron, and then steps over the top rope. Gambino stops in the middle of the ring, and thrusts a fist straight up, signalling he's ready to bring Christian's momentum to an abrupt halt. The Hall of Famer steps through the ropes and swaggers towards the center of the ring. On the opposite side, Connolly completes the last of his pre-match stretches and adopts a fighting stance, simply waiting for the bell to sound.
Diamond: Senior official Bernie Roberts is our referee for this contest... it's the IC champion versus the legendary Hall of Famer and it's all just a bell ring away!
The fans lay on a heavy "Superman!" chant as the two competitors wait for their cue, trying to gage what the others first move will be and the most effective counter for it. The two opposing expressions paint an expected pre-match picture with Connolly's focus compared to Gambino's arrogance.
"Superman! Superman! Superman!"
After what seems like an eternity, the bell sounds with caution prevailing as the pair circle one another, Christian raising his gloved hands above his face incase any initial punches are thrown his way. They jostle briefly for position until Gambino makes his move and lunges in. He misses as the Suntan Superman ducks his massive flailing arm and pops back up behind Gambino... giving him a hard high kick to the left shoulder.
Diamond: A little opening hit-and-run style offense from the champion, which is certainly understandable in the circumstances.
Trying his luck for a second time, Gambino moves in again but comes out empty handed, except for a snap kick to his hamstring for his troubles. Gambino smirks, rubbing the feeling back into his leg. Despite the stinging red mark on his flesh, the Hall Of Famer knew that Superman couldn't keep this little game of cat and mouse up forever... something that Christian is all too aware of as well. This time he is the aggressor, charging at Bigg Rigg. Gambino doesn't telegraph attack, but does his best to raise his right boot as quickly as he can... only to see Superman duck underneath his foot and hit the ropes behind. Bigg Rigg swivels around just in time to eat a running pump dropkick from Connolly, however the blow doesn't knock him off of his feet, just against the ropes. This time Gambino doesn't react with a smile, hoofing the bottom rope in frustration as Christian adopts his usual combat stance.
Diamond: That wiped the smirk from Gambino's face!
Baxter: This is just total and typical disrespect by Christian Connolly. He won't even lock up with Gambino honourably, instead he's kicking him and then running away... unfortunately for him it's like poking a rattlesnake with a stick, Gambino will hit and he will hit hard.
Regaining his focus, Gambino tenses his neck and attempts to lock up with Superman again, only this time he grabs his opponent dashing out of his reach for a forth time. Christian struggles briefly, but can't pull himself free as Gambino takes pleasure in biding his time before throwing the champ at least seven feet backwards. Bouncing off of the mat, Christian grabs ahold of the second rope and remains in a crouched position with Gambino bearing down on her.
Relying on instinct, Christian sweeps away the legs of the NY native, toppling him. Rising to his knees, Gambino looks up to see the Suntan Superman has placed a bullseye on his head as he draws back his right foot to strike. Ducking the whipping roundhouse kick, Gambino reaches up and grabs Christian by one arm and shoves him back against the corner. Knowing that he is penned in, Christian tries to escape, but even his speed can't carry him out of harms way in time as Gambino runs in with a big splash.
Diamond: Oh my! Christian just got pancaked against the buckles! He needs to avoid situations like this if he wants any chance of winning this match, but naturally that's easier said than done!
Superman gasps for air as Gambino thrusts his foot into his gullet, testing the referee's patience as the official counts to four and a half before Gambino draws his foot away. After suggesting the senior official watch his tone of voice when addressing him, Gambino pulls back his right hand for a big chop... but misses as Christian slips out. Hitting the Hall Of Famer with a kick to the back, Superman waits for him to turn and attempts a step up enzigure... which also fails to hit its mark. As he lands on his stomach, Gambino drops his elbow across Christian's back... thrice.
Baxter: You know what this is all about Diamond, Gambino is setting about softening Connolly up for the Rage.
Diamond: It's a pattern that we've seen all too often over the years, but... hold on, what's this?
Rolling out of the ring, Gambino reaches back in and uses Christian's limp left arm to drag him across the mat towards the corner. Positioning his head against the ringpost, Gambino takes several steps back, resting against the barricade briefly as if he were lining up the final kick in the Super Bowl. The Bigg Rigg charges, but the sole of his boot connects only with the steel post as Christian wisely pulls his head out of the firing line. The miscalculation leaves Gambino with his foot straddled for a moment, just enough time for Superman to spring to his feet and knock Gambino down with a baseball slide.
Diamond: Gambino goes down, but I can't tell you how glad I am that Christian managed to get out of the way of that intended boot... that would have been heinous!
Baxter: Seeing as you've never been a champion of anything other than bedwetting as a child, I'm not surprised you're unable to appreciate that Gambino will do anything necessary to win the match.
Diamond: There's nothing necessary about trying to scramble your opponents brains all over a steel ringpost with you boot, that was intended for nothing but sick pleasure!
Taking his gloves off, Superman rushes into the farside ropes as Gambino pulls himself up by the barricade and lauches himself at Gambino with a double-fisted torpedo suicide dive through the ropes... the Superman Warhead.
Diamond: Superman War... oh my!
In the same manner one might catch a child, Gambino snatches him out of the air and pulls him towards his chest for an improvised bearhug. Suspending him in the air, the Bigg Rigg hoists walks over to the fans in the front row and slams Superman down on the other side of the barricade. The camera quickly switches angles to show Christian lying in a heap in a small clearing on the concrete floor, a perspiration smear marking him point of landing.
Diamond: That was vile! Gambino just slammed Christian against the ground with a complete absense of remorse!
Baxter: Like I said, it's necessary. I think this could be the night we find out just how "invincible" the Superman really is.
Stepping over the barricade as he does the top rope, Gambino reaches down and drags Christian's limp frame to a vertical position, before throwing him casually back over the security wall and onto the padded floor. He glances at the referee who's in the midst of counting, although this is of little concern to Gambino. Not that he wanted a count out, he was focussed on ending this "revival" of Christian's... he just wasn't going to be rushed into doing it. Lifting him into a military press position, Gambino simply presses the Suntan Superman through the middle ropes and back into the ring as he takes the less bumpy route by ascending the ringsteps. Once back inside the confines of the squared circle, Gambino leans over his fallen opponent for a rather nonchalant cover that is made more as a sign of control as opposed to a genuine attempt to score a three count.
One... Tw... NO!
Christian kicks out well before the third count is made, merely adding some "sport" for Gambino who places him in a smothering front facelock after the pinfall fails.
Diamond: Christian needs to raise the tempo of this match again, because Gambino is in his element here with the pace slowed to a more methodical and physical style.
Baxter: That's right, he's calling the tune and the Superman is being forced to dance...
Flopping his left leg on the bottom rope, Christian forces a break although he soon finds himself back on his feet, even if it isn't under his own volition. Gambino cups his opponents throat and tosses him across the ring until he rolls to an uncomfortable stop against the ropes. Seeing him in trouble, the fans try to rally around him with their vocal support. Their cheers however are music to the ears of the man known as the Angry Italian. Yanking the smaller frame of the Superman back up, Gambino raises him above his head again in a military press position with a dangerous glint in his eye as he sets his sights on the announce position.
Baxter: There's some more of that strength Gambino is reknowned for. He's just toying with...
Diamond: Wait just a damn minute... he's looking this way... don't you dare you bastard!
Moving towards the ropes, Gambino is intent on propelling Christian's body over the top rope and torpedoing the announce desk. Seeing the potential threat, Diamond and Baxter rise from their seats, but they needn't be concerned once Christian slips out of Gambino's grasp and lands on his feet behind him. Realising that Connolly has either rapidly decreased in weight or more likely escaped from his clutches, Gambino tries to turn but drops to one knee after feeling a stiff snap kick connect with the back of his right knee. Using his kicks to chop the big man down, Christian reduces the Bigg Rigg to a state where he can plant the Young Heart-Attack on him.
Diamond: Christian makes contact with that double-footed rope-swing kick to the chest... but I can't believe Gambino was contemplating throwing him from the ring with this desk as his intended target.
Baxter: I'm sure you were just jumping to conclusions...
Diamond: Is that why you jumped out of your seat then?
Baxter: I... what is he doing now!?
Instead of attempting a cover, Christian holds onto the top rope and uses his feet to push Gambino into a position where his head is sticking out of the ring, hanging off of the apron with the rest of his body still inside. As always, the Suntan Superman springs onto the top rope like a cat and measures his foe before launching off. There might not be a french town square in sight, but Christian adjusts his body in mid-flight to deliver a guillotine legdrop across the neck and head of Gambino.
OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
There is no basket underneath for Gambino's head to drop into, infact it remains connected to his body as the Superman's leg comes crashing down, before she too crashes to the padded floor. While he lies in a heap, Gambino's body contorts wickedly as he flops backwards through the ropes to join him on the gym-mat-like padding.
Diamond: GOOD LORD! Christian nearly took Gambino's head clean off!
Baxter: Argh! He might not care about his own well being, but Gambino is a star! He has to sell merchandise, spike ratings and fill arena's... and he could have broken his neck!
The twitching in Gambino's leg reveals that there is still some function in his body, dampening Baxter's suggestion that his spinal chord might have been severed near the head. Dragging his right arm across the floor, he uses his hand to survey the contours of his neck, hoping to feel nothing out of the ordinary. Just a few feet away, the Superman slowly rises back to his feet.
Diamond: I'm not sure what condition Gambino is in right now, but Christian is rolling him back into the ring, looking to put him away!
Having rolled Gambino back into the ring, Christian hooks both legs for the cover, but scores only a two and a half count as Gambino powers out.
Diamond: A near fall there for Christian, but you can feel the tide of this match turning and it's in his favour!
Beckoning the Bigg Rigg back up, the Superman grabs him by the head and attempts to nail his finishing double-arm DDT. The move is well scouted by Gambino though, who throws Christian off as soon as he senses danger. He lands empty handed and with a thud, but bounces back up... only to run straight into a big boot.
Baxter: Bam! There's your tide turning alright, but it's not in Connolly's favour!
Diamond: Christian went looking for that Crowning Glory, but Gambino telegraphed the move and is looking to capitalise on that misjudgement. The stakes are so high here, just one minor error could prove to make all the difference!
Plucking the Superman from the canvas, Gambino wraps his massive arm around his neck, bending him backwards for a reverse dargon sleeper hold.
Baxter: Who's Your Daddy, Diamond! Who's Your Daddy!
Diamond: What? My father is George Stuart... what's your point?
Gambino tries to snap the deabilitating hold in fully, but Christian is trying to fight out with all of his being. The fact that he has resorted to using his belows and fists to break free illustrates the severity of the situation.
Baxter: Give it up Superman, just slip back and let Gambino win this match as destiny commands!
Finally his struggling bears fruit as he slips from Gambino's grasp and nails his aggressor with a cresent kick to buy him a few more seconds to recover. Noticing that the blow has winded Gambino, he rushes in for a shining wizard, but he ducks his kick and counters by grabbing the IC Champion and hoisting him into the air. With his legs kicking frantically, there is no escape this time as Gambino slams him down.
Diamond: Oh no!
Baxter: That'll derail any challenge... cover him Gambino!
Unwittingly following Baxter's advice, Gambino makes a far more purposeful cover on the stacked body of Superman as opposed to the one we saw earlier, this time hooking the leg to boot.
One!
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Two!
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Thr... NO!
Christian kicks out, but quickly finds Gambino now kneeling over him. Drawing back his hand, Gambino proceeds to lace the Suntan Superman's face with humiliating slap after humiliating slap in response to Christian's refusal to remain down for the three count.
Diamond: Now Gambino is resorting to a more insulting part of his offense...
Baxter: That's right Diamond, he's slapping Christian Connolly like a bitch before he puts him out of his compiling misery.
Having slapped Christian around for long enough, Gambino opts to pick the champion up once again and lifts him above his head with ease. It's unclear what move he might be attempting, but the Superman comes to whilst perched on his shoulders and quickly wraps his legs around his head. Choking for air, Gambino backs against the ropes as Christian leans back to complete the hanging headscissors. The referee takes the appropriate action and initiates his five count due to the illegal nature of Christian's improvised hold. He releases Gambino at the count of four, a small measure of retribution for the "bitch slapping" he endured moments earlier.
Now standing on the apron, the Superman grabs a black handful of Gambino's hair and smacks his face against the turnbuckle, stunning him enough to allow him to gracefully leap onto the top rope. As Gambino returns, he downs him with a well placed kick to the head and sets his balance as Gambino hits the deck, rolling onto his back. Turning his back to his opponent, Christian dives backwards off of the top rope and looks set on delivering his trademark asai kneedrop until the Bigg Rigg uncanningly moves at the last possible moment. Without his sizable bulk to break his descent, Christian's knees jar into the ring mat, causing a shot of pain to ripple through his right knee in particular. Yelling out in pain, the Superman crumples to a heap whilst Gambino watches is satisfaction from across the squared circle.
Diamond: Christian went to wrap this one up with the Shining Star, but instead he ended up landing on nothing but empty canvas with his knees baring the brunt of the impact!
He waits for Christian pull himself back up to a hobbling vertical base before running straight through him with a clothesline. This time the Superman doesn't bounce back up. Pulling Connolly back up by his head, Gambino doubles over the Suntan Superman and drives him down hard with the Bloodshot. Turning over into the pin, Gambino barks at the senior official, demanding his count commence.
Baxter: Bloodshot! This one is OVAH!!
One!
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Two!
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Thre... NO!
Diamond: You're jumping the gun again Baxter, because Christian Connolly refuses to give in!
Banging his hand on the mat in frustration, Gambino scoops the Superman up and throws him into the nearest corner, but misses with his follow-up splash as the Suntan Superman sidesteps. Using only his left leg now, Christian lashes Gambino's chest with a series of kicks, which leave Gambino in somewhat of a dazed stake as he staggers out of the corner.
Diamond: Gambino is looking punch drunk, but can Christian capitalise given the condition of his right knee?
Baxter: He should save her energy and throw in the towel now, before Gambino REALLY hurts him!
Grabbing the Bigg Rigg by the head, the Suntan Superman plants him with the running (more hobbling in this case) bulldog/diamond cutter hybrid move he had christened as the Mayday Riot. Almost as soon as Gambino hits the mat, the Superman is on top of him with the double leg hook cover.
One!
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Two!
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Gambino powers out at just a count of two and sits back up after throwing his opponent off. A swift roundhouse kick to the head soon downs him again however as the IC Champ is keen to keep his advantage. The crowd start to stomp their feet in encouragement as Christian hops up to the top rope with Gambino firmly on the deck...
Diamond: Gambino just got dropped and now Christian is looking to add another notch in his revival by...
Baxter: Slipping! His knee just gave out!
...when suddenly his knee buckles, causing him to lose balance. Now seated awkwardly on the top turnbuckle, Christian tries to pull himself back up, but first he has to untangle his legs from the ropes. It proves to be a challenge, but eventually he twists his leg free and tries to rescale the buckle... only to find Gambino back on his feet and waiting for him. Wrapping his arms behind his head in a full nelson position, Gambino wrenches at the Suntan Superman for a few seconds before taking him to the mat with a powerful full nelson slam that folds Christian up like an accordion.
Diamond: A damn full nelson slam from the top rope... that's nothing but brute strength!
Baxter: And now Gambino is signalling for the end and the death of this Superman myth!
Probing for signs of life with his foot briefly, Gambino drags his hand across his throat before prying Connolly off of the mat and lifting him into the torture rack position. Often Gambino has dropped opponents down after only a few seconds of this initially spine torquing hold, but Gambino makes sure to give Christian a good dose of the Lex Luger treatment.
Diamond: Gambino is trying to snap Christian Connolly in half! I know he's become famed for her resiliance, but enough is enough!
Baxter: And just think Diamond, in two weeks, he has to defend against the red-hot Dorling!
Deciding that Christian has suffered enough, Gambino spins him out and drivers her into the mat with a sitout powerbomb to complete the Towerhacker Bomb Pin. The fans groan as the Superman's carcass bangs against the mat, with Gambino's tree trunk-like legs holding down his shoulders. Dropping to the canvas, the official makes the usually inevitable count as the fans in the arena sit in a stunned state of near-silence, mouths agast to see if indeed the Superman was as fallable as any other human being.
One!
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Two!
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Three!
Baxter: GAMBINO WINS! So much for the myth, so much for the legend... the legend is Gambino and he is the BES...
Diamond: Hold on Baxter, look at what's happening inside the squared circle!
Casting Christian's limp legs aside, Gambino rises to his feets with arms raised waiting to be announce as the winner. However the announcement didn't come, neither did his AC/DC theme... something was wrong. He turned to find the senior official waving away the count and act that enraged the NY native. Grabbing the official by the scruff of his striped jersey, Gambino hauls him against the ropes and demands an explanation. The experienced figure that is Bernie Roberts tries to remain calm, thrusting a confirming finger towards Gambino's fallen opponent, Christian Connolly. The Superman is still flat out on his back, his legs entangled just as Gambino had left them. There were no signs of movement other than his diaphram contracting to draw breath, his arms right arm limply hanging at her side, but his left arm lifelessly draped over the bottom rope. The pinfall was null and void.
Diamond: Oh my God, Christian had ahold of the ropes! Christian Connolly had ahold of the ropes! This is match isn't over yet!
Baxter: No way! Even HE can't do that... somebody show me a replay while we can still reverse this injustice!
Sure enough, the screen splits into two portions with the larger being allocated to Baxter's requested replay. Once more, we watch as Christian is given the Powerbomb, but from this angle it becomes clear that as he hits the mat, his arm flops out and lands across the bottom rope. Whether it was a conscious act or mere luck is unclear, but regardless of the cause... the pinfall could not stand.
Diamond: There's your proof Baxter. What do you think now?
Baxter: How much luck can one person be granted!? Come on Gambino, finish him for good! Destroy him!
Refraining from throwing the referee into the stands, Gambino turns back to the Suntan Superman who is barely moving and clutches his face, nearly engulfing it with his right hand.
"Why... won't... you... DIE!?"
Enraged by the Superman continued resistance, Gambino drags him up once more, holding him by the head as his expression seems to change to an even angrier one. Throwing Christian from side to side like a rag doll, Gambino lifts him onto his massive shoulders and into the torture rack position for a second time. Taking a deep and agitated breath, Gambino looks out into the crowd, revealing the true intensity in his eyes.
Diamond: Good Lord, not another one! Can you see that look in his eyes Baxter? He's snapped!
Baxter: It's called focussed intensity Diamond and now the Superman is about to be dropped into extinction!
With his sights firmly set on the prize, Gambino bellows and then furiously tries to spin the Suntan Superman into the sitout powerbomb... that's where he makes his mistake. As if injected with a second wind, Christian's eyes suddenly glisten as he uses the momentum given to him by Gambino, to spin around fully and plant the Bigg Rigg with the Crowning Glory. Gambino crumples into the mat and the crowd explode as Christian lands his finishing move on Gambino. With every ounce of remaining energy sapped, he literally just flops on top of Gambino and vainly reaches to hook both of his legs.
Diamond: CROWNING GLORY! CHRISTIAN HIT IT! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY HE HIT IT!
Baxter: What the... how the... JESUS!
Bernie Roberts dropped to the deck. His count echoing through the arena.
One!
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Two!
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Three!
Three counts later and it was all over, somehow Gambino had snatched defeat from a seemingly clear victory. The referee tries to help him to his feet, but Christian can barely move, eventually dragging himself off of Gambino, cupping his hand around his stricken right knee.
Wiping the sweat from his eyes, he looks at his lap as the referee places the IC Title into his gloved hands.
Diamond: Christian Connolly has done it! BAH GAWD what a contest!
Baxter: I don't believe this...
Christian pushes himself up to his feet, hobbles a little bit, then hoists the IC title up in the air to a massive roar from the crowd. He looks over to Masters and signals for the microphone. Masters gladly obliges and Christian steps back to the middle of the ring, as Journey dies down.
Connolly: Chris Dorling...
The crowd roars with a slight mixed reaction.
Connolly: I've watched you for the past month man.. you've tore thru the WGWF beating some of the best up & coming talent this company has to offer. And there's no doubt you deserve a shot at this title (holds title up).
The crowd applauds.
Connolly: But as much as you may want this title.. I NEED this title. This title represents all the hard work I've put in to make things right.. to give these fans someone to believe in.
The crowd roars.
Connolly: So in two weeks, I'm fully prepared for you to come into Wrestle Wars, ready to give everything you got. But I'm coming to show you and the world that no matter what you bring, it won't be enough. Cause I got every intention of walking out of Wrestle Wars, STILL Intercontinental Champion. And there's only two things you can do about it.. love it.. and-
Crowd: NOTHING!!!
Connolly smirks before dropping the mic as "Separate Ways" hits the arena again. Connolly slightly hobbles towards the ropes and climbs out, immediately high-fiving fans as he makes his way up the aisle.
DING… DING… DING…
The crowd pops as Chris Dorling and Chris Page walk out to the center of the ring where Page appears cocky per usual as he and Dorling square off center ring. The crowd gets louder and louder as the two men get closer and closer to each other until they’re at the point where words start being thrown back and forth between the two that sees Chris Page shove Dorling backwards several feet. Dorling smirks as he comes right back with a forearm smash to the jaw, followed by a second and a third as he takes Page back into the ropes and sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Page bounces off the near side as we see Dorling drop down to the mat on his stomach, Page bounces off the ropes leaping over Dorling where he bounces off the near side, Dorling pops back up to his feet where he leap frogs over Page sending him once again bouncing off the far side where Dorling looks to deliver a hip toss, Page blocks and attempts to counter with a stiff clothesline that Dorling ducks out of the way off before rolling Page up with a School Boy!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THR
Page escapes the pinfall attempt as we see Dorling back to his feet where he backs up into a neutral corner before taking a seat on the top turnbuckle where he then stretches out and lays across the ropes as Page gets to both knees looking right at a smiling Dorling who motions him to “come here”. Page gets to a vertical base as Dorling quickly hops down to the mat where he and Chris Page circle each other once more. This time they lock up, or attempt too only to see Page cut it off with a boot to the midsection that draws some boos from the crowd. Chris unloads with right hands to the side of Dorling’s head before laying in several headbutts to the collar bone. Page drives Dorling back into a corner where he laces him across the chest with a chop that echoes throughout the arena! Page laces Dorling across the chest a second time with the smack once again echoing throughout the area. Page brings Dorling out of the corner with a snap mare take over before charging out of the corner where he flips over Dorling while snapping his neck forward! Chris pushes for he cover hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THR
Dorling kicks out to a pop from the crowd.
Diamond: Some intense back and forth action to start things off in this first time ever meeting between Dorling and Chris Page in what is arguably Chris Dorling’s biggest match since joining the WGWF back before the West Coast Rumble in January.
Baxter: There’s no doubt that Dorling has turned some heads already in his brief run with the company but tonight he’s in there with the ring general of ring generals in Chris Page. Tonight, is Chris Dorling’s true test.
Page is back to his feet where he reaches down picking Dorling up off the mat. Page looking to deliver a European Uppercut that Dorling avoids and counters with a backslide!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THR…
Page escapes the surprise near fall and beats Dorling to his feet where he looks for a clothesline, Dorling ducks and catches Page with a boot to the midsection where he brings him in looking for a DDT! Page quickly counters with a Bridging Northern Light Suplex!
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THR…
Dorling kicks out to a pop from the crowd.
Diamond: Already some interesting counters on display by both of these men whom you would think are going through a feeling out phase.
Baxter: And you know there’s a curtain sellout with the boys in the back. All eyes are locked on this affair to see what happens when Dorling squares off against Page.
Chris Page is the first to his feet where he reaches down picking Dorling up off the mat. Page lands a right hand before taking a front waist lock where he looks to deliver an overhead Belly to Belly release suplex but it’s Dorling who counters with a side headlock throw sending Page over to the mat on his back while Dorling lands on top maintaining control of the head.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THR….
Page counters with a head scissors breaking the count but it’s Dorling who counters the head scissors by flipping over Page going back to belly stacking Page’s shoulders on the mat.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO…. THRE…
Page bridges up and out of the pin fall attempt where he turns inwards and counters into a back slide of his own.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THRE…
Dorling escapes to a pop from the crowd and both men are back to a vertical base where Dorling charges forward with a running shoulder block that sends Page bouncing off the ropes while Dorling bounces off the far side with a Spinning Heel Kick to jaw of Page! The crowd pops as Dorling pops back to his feet where he bounces off the ropes and delivers a Rolling Thunder to the chest and ribs of Page bringing another pop from the crowd! Dorling reaches a vertical base where he takes a bow to a massive ovation from the crowd which cause them to break out into a “DORLING! DORLING! DORLING!” chant.
Diamond: Stop wasting time and cover him!
Dorling ops to reach down and pick Page up off the mat where he delivers a Roundhouse Kick to the back of Page before charging past him where Dorling spring boards off the middle ropes with a clothesline to Page! The crowd roars as now Dorling makes the cover hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THRE….
Page kicks out to a gasp from the crowd as we see Dorling getting back to his feet where he walks towards the ropes and steps out to the ring apron. The crowd roars as he makes his way towards the nearest set of buckles and starts climbing up to the top turnbuckle.
Baxter: Dorling only knows one speed… GO!
In the ring Chris Page starts to work his way back up to a vertical base as he pushes himself up to his feet and as he does Dorling comes off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick attempt that Chris side steps! Dorling crashes down to the mat landing hard and as he gets back to his feet Page comes up from behind with a back waist lock where he delivers a German Suplex! Page rolls through picking both himself and Dorling up off the mat where a second German Suplex is delivered! He rolls back through getting back to his feet where he delivers a Release German Suplex! The crowd boos intently as Chris reaches a vertical base looking down at Dorling.
Diamond: Some vintage Chris Page on display with the rolling German’s.
Page closes one side of his nostril before blowing snot down on top of Dorling to massive boo’s from the crowd as he then makes his way towards the ropes. Page steps out to the ring apron before climbing up the nearest set of turnbuckles. He stands up on the top rope before setting sail looking to deliver the Diving Headbutt! The crowd pops as Dorling rolls out of the way sending Page crashing and burning as he plants himself into the mat!! Page pushes himself up to all fours when he’s met by an Oklahoma Roll by Dorling stacking Page’s shoulders to the mat!
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THRE…
Page escapes to a massive gasp from the crowd as Dorling beats Page to his feet looking for a clothesline, Page ducks and Dorling is sent bouncing off the ropes where he runs into a front waist lock by Page who delivers a Release Over Head Belly to Belly Suplex to Dorling! Page is quick to makes the cover hooking a near leg.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THRE….
The crowd roars as Dorling kicks out of the near fall by CCP. Page immediately starts to hammer down with hard right hands to Dorling’s face before putting both hands across his throat where he starts choking Dorling to massive boos from the crowd! The referee lays the count to Page who breaks at the four count and as he reaches his feet the referee admonishes him. Page blows past the referee laying stomps to the chest and upper body of Dorling as the crowd roars with loud boos.
Diamond: Chris Page is being ruthless with this assault.
Page continues to stomp away at Dorling’s upper chest and stomach before he reaches down picking Dorling up off the mat rocking him back into a neutral corner with a European Uppercut. Page comes forward with a stiff knife edge chop across the chest that echoes throughout the area. He follows up with a second knife edge chop across the chest that once again echoes throughout the arena. Page brings Dorling out from the corner where he delivers a back breaker! Page forces the cover on Dorling.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THRE….
Dorling kicks out to another pop from the crowd as Chris Page quickly locks in a rear chin lock. The referee is in position as he starts asking Dorling to surrender.
Baxter: There’s no wasted motion from Page at all!
The referee checks to make sure there’s not a choke before once again asking Dorling to surrender and again Dorling refuses. The fans start a massive “DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING!” chant as they rally behind Chris Dorling who feeds off the crowd as he starts to work his way to one knee before standing to a vertical base where he charges towards a set of buckles where he ducks his head down going through the ropes while effectively running Page face first off the top turnbuckle breaking the chin lock as Page staggers backwards towards the middle of the ring! Dorling steps up to the middle ropes where he leaps off the middle rope with a flying reverse elbow to the jaw of Page which takes both men down to the mat.
Diamond: Dorling was spot on with that reverse elbow!
Dorling crawls into the cover on Page.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THRE
Page kicks out before the fatal three count!
Baxter: Dorling was eyelashes away from putting away the seven times WGWF World Heavyweight Champion!
Dorling gets back to a vertical base where he puts Page in a seated position before bouncing off the ropes delivering a dropkick to the face of the seated Chris Page! The crowd roars as Dorling drags Page towards a corner where he then steps out to the ring apron and scales the turnbuckles.
Diamond: Dorling’s going back up top!!
Dorling stands up on the top turnbuckle looking down at Chris Page before coming off the top rope with a 360 degree splash landing on the money!
Baxter: TrapDOR!!!
Dorling covers Chris Page hooking his near leg as the fans are on fire!
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE…. TWO….. THRE….
Page pops the left shoulder up off the mat at the last possible second to a thunderous gasp from the crowd as Dorling gets to both knee’s cutting his eyes towards the official who shows him two fingers before motioning that Page popped his shoulder up off the mat.
Diamond: The resiliency of Chris Page is well documented but even I thought this one was over!!
The crowd is solidly behind Dorling as he stands back to his feet where he calls for the DORbreaker Superkick! Dorling makes his way back into a neutral corner where he starts to measure Page who is shown now on his chest as he starts pushing his way back to a vertical base. Once he standing Dorling comes out from the corner looking to deliver the left footed Superkick! Page ducks out of the way and as Dorling spins around he’s met with a boot to the midsection before being planted into the mat with the Angel’s Wings!!
Baxter: PAGE PLANT! PAGE PLANT! PAGE PLANT!!
Dorling lays on the mat as it takes Chris Page several extra seconds before he is able to roll into a cover hooking the near leg of Chris Dorling!
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE….. TWO….. THRE…
Dorling kicks out to a massive ovation from the crowd!
Diamond: DORLING KICKED OUT! CHRIS DORLING KICKED OUT OF THE PAGE PLANT!!
The crowd is in a frenzy as a massive chant of “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!” echoes throughout the arena! Chris Page has a look of complete and total shock in his eyes as he starts working his way back to his feet where he calls into the question a slow count! Page reaches back down towards the mat to pick Dorling up only to see Dorling counter with an Inside Cradle!
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE…. TWO…. THRE…
Page escapes to another gasp from the crowd as both he and Dorling are back to a vertical base where they take each other down with a double clothesline! Both men land hard as the referee looks down towards them both.
Baxter: Double clothesline!
Diamond: We’re back to square one with these two and one would think the first to their feet will have a major advantage.
Baxter: For the last twenty minutes these two men have thrown everything they’ve got at each other and neither man can maintain the distinct advantage.
The official starts to lay the count to both men.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
“FOUR!”
“FIVE!”
“SIX!”
Both men start to stir as they’re shown pushing themselves up off the mat.
“SEVEN!”
“EIGHT!”
They each reach a vertical base with Dorling swing and connecting with a right hand that rocks Page back several feet. Page comes back with a right hand that rocks Dorling back into the ropes, Dorling comes off the ropes with a Roaring Elbow to Page knocking him down to the mat!! Dorling quickly snatches up the right leg of Page before locking in the Figure Four Leg Lock!!
Diamond: DORlock! He’s got Page locked in the DORlock in the center of the ring!!
Dorling applies the pressure to the Dorlock as Page screams out in pain while the referee is in perfect position asking for Chris Page to surrender. Page refuses and continues to have pressure applied by Dorling to the Figure Four Leg Lock. The crowd gets louder and louder for Dorling as he continues to crank on the pressure while the referee once again asks Page to surrender and again he refuses! Page’s shoulders fall back on the mat.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO…. THRE….
Page sits up breaking the count as Dorling continues to crank back harder and harder with the pressure to Page’s knees.
Baxter: Page better figure something out pretty quickly!
The referee once again asks Page to surrender and again he refuses before his upper body falls back on the mat.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO…… THRE…
Page rolls his right shoulder up off the mat before shifting his weight as he counters the Figure Four by rolling over so that both men’s chest are on the mat and Page pushes himself up off the mat reversing the pressure which forces Dorling to break the hold rather quickly. Page escapes to the ropes before rolling out to the floor where he limps heavily on the right knee.
Diamond: Page got to the ropes but how much damage has been done to the right knee!?!?!
Baxter: CCP can’t risk an injury this close to Wrestle Wars!
Dorling rolls out to the floor where he comes up behind Page spinning him around which allows Page to gouge the eyes of Dorling! The crowd roars with loud boos as Page drives Dorling head first into the ring apron before latching on to a back waist lock where he delivers a Release German Suplex on the floor!! Dorling folds up like an accordion as the crowd lets out a massive gasp!
Diamond: Release German Suplex on the Floor!!
The referee lays the count to both men out on the floor as Chris Page is shown pulling himself to his feet where he reaches down picking the dead weight of Dorling up off the floor before rolling him back into the ring! Page slides into the ring making the cover hooking the closest leg.
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE…. TWO….. THRE…
Dorling kicks out to a thunderous ovation from the crowd!!
Baxter: Why won’t Dorling die!!!!!
CCP has a look of total shock on his face as he pull himself to his feet using the ropes. He holds out three fingers but is only shown two fingers by the referee. Page shakes his head before stepping back out to the ring apron where he makes his way towards the nearest set of buckles while in the ring Dorling is working his way back to his feet! The crowd starts to come alive as Chris Page reaches the top rope only to have Dorling run over with a left hand to the midsection causing Page to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle!!
Diamond: Page crotched himself!!
Dorling hammers Page with another hard left hand before stepping up on the middle rope where he locks a front face lock on Page!
Baxter: A superplex!
Dorling attempts the Superplex only to see Page latch on to the top rope blocking the attempt . Page lands several right hands to the ribs of Dorling before shoving him backwards to the mat off the middle ropes! Page stands up on the top turnbuckle before setting sail with a second attempt at a Diving Headbutt that’s on the money! Page signals for the end as he makes a cover hooking the right leg of Dorling.
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE….. TWO….. THRE….
Dorling kicks out AGAIN! The roof explodes as the crowd starts another massive “DORLING! DORLING! DORLING!” chant from the sold out arena as Chris Page has a look of complete and total shock etched across his face as he starts to work his way back to his feet. He reaches down picking Dorling up off the mat where he looks for a scoop slam that Dorling counters has he slides down the back of Page and as Page turns around he eats the DORbreaker!
Diamond: DORbreaker! DORbreaker! DORbreaker!
Page falls to the mat near the ropes with Dorling falling down on top of him to a massive ovation!
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE….. TWO….. THRE…
Page drapes his left foot across the bottom rope in sight of the referee causing him to stop the count to a massive gasp from the crowd!
Baxter: Foot on the ropes! Page once again showing the ring awareness and escaped the pinfall without exuding anymore unnecessary energy.
Dorling can’t believe it as he now hooks both legs of Page!
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE….. TWO….. THRE…
Page kicks out! Dorling pounds the mat out of frustration!
Baxter: Dorling can’t blame anyone but himself on that one because he didn’t hook the leg initially.
Dorling begins to work his way to his feet as the crowd chants “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”
Diamond: Over sixteen thousand strong can’t be wrong!!
Dorling reaches down picking Page up off the mat where he hammers Page with a forearm shot foll followed by a second and then a third that backs Page up against the ropes. He looks to send Page across the ring, Page counters and it’s Dorling that is send bouncing off the ropes and into a Spinbuster Slam by CCP!!
Baxter: YES!!
Page slowly beings to get back to a vertical base where he calls for another PAGE PLANT! The crowd boos intently as CCP seemingly is stalking Dorling who begins to stir.
Baxter: Dorling better stay down if he knows what’s good for him.
Dorling starts to push himself up off the mat and back to a vertical base where he walks into a boot to the midsection doubling Dorling over. Page under hooks the arms of Dorling, suddenly Dorling rips his arms down before snatching Page down to the mat with a double leg take down! Dorling falls backwards catapulting Page back into a neutral corner where he smashes into the referee sandwiching the referee against the buckles! The referee crumbles to the mat as Page turns around blocking a right hand from Dorling before kicking him below the belt!!
Diamond: Low blow by Chris Page!!
The crowd roars with loud boos as Dorling falls backwards to the mat! The crowd erupts with massive boos towards the ring as Chris Page reaches down picking Dorling up off the mat where he positions for the Page Plant! Chris Page under hooks the arms before driving Dorling into the mat with a SECOND PAGE PLANT!
Baxter: BALLGAME!
Page rolls Dorling over to make a cover….
The fans ERUPT as we see Chris Page get up to his feet where his attention shifts towards the top of the ramp. The fans wait with anticipation for Andy to emerge to the top of the ramp! The crowd roars as Andy comes out from under the ring with a steel chair!
Diamond: He’s under the ring!!
Baxter: He’s got a chair!!
The crowd gets louder and louder as Andy slides into the ring behind his father with steel chair in hand! Page starts to turn around and as he does Andy charges forward denting the chair over the skull of his father! The crowd erupts as Johnson drags Dorling over putting his arm over the chest of Page before rolling out to the floor! The crowd boos as Brother Maylock and Jackdaw charge towards the ringside area! Andy escapes through the crowd with Brother Maylock and Jackdaw giving chase!
Diamond: Johnson just cleaned his father’s clock! He put Dorling on top!!
The crowd starts to get louder and louder as the referee starts to come too where he sees the cover! The official slowly crawls into position where he starts to make the count.
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE………… TWO…………. THRE…..
Chris Page kicks out!!!
Diamond: My God!!
Both Page and Dorling lay on the mat with Dorling the first to stir. He pushes himself up off the mat where he falls forward into the ropes which supports Dorling’s weight. Page rolls over, dazed as he starts to get back to his feet where Dorling comes forward with a second DORbreaker!! Page crumbles to the mat with Dorling crumbling on top of him!
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE….. TWO…… THREE….
DING…. DING…. DING…..
Masters: The winner of this contest… CHRIS DORLING!!
Diamond: Dorling’s defeated Page!!
Baxter: Are you kidding me?!?! Andy Johnson just beat Chris Page not Chris Dorling… AND THAT’S WORSE!!!
Chris Page rolls out to the floor as the crowd is on fire. Page clutches his jaw as he reaches one knee as he looks on from ringside as Dorling climbs to the middle turnbuckle to celebrate in front of the fans.
BAXTER: 'That's the biggest win Dorling has got since stepping into the WGWF!'
DIAMOND: 'And isn't he happy to let everyone know...'
Dorling puts his hand to his ear to encourage more cheers from the crowd as...
BLACKOUT
BAXTER: 'This was almost inevitable after the last few weeks.'
The lights come back up and standing in the ring, looking up at Dorling - still standing up on the turnbuckle - is Velvet. The representative of the GOD of WGWF has a mic in her hands and stands, bathed in light. As Dorling climbs down to meet her, she speaks.
VELVET: 'He preens and poses among the devils in Colombia but he is yet to meet his salvation.'
Dorling motions for a mic as Velvet continues.
VELVET: 'Another win for you, Christopher. Your success breeds arrogance though, and pushes you away from the redemption of GOD himself.'
Dorling brings the mic to his lips.
DORLING: 'So the televangelist leaves but his servant lady remains. You look better than the man in the cheap Don Johnson suit, but you also use his cheap parlour tricks.'
Velvet raises an eyebrow.
DORLING: 'I've just beaten one of the greats of WGWF and you come out here to tell me I need salvation from your GOD? From what? From success?!'
VELVET: 'Those that need to be saved the most are the ones that see it least.'
DORLING: 'His pretentious riddles live on in you, how sad - I was hoping for a different kind of noise from your face hole. This is MY fucking moment and I'm not having you come out here to try to take it from me.'
VELVET: 'GOD does not take, he gives.'
The crowd noise rises as Velvet closes in on Dorling, standing face to face with him. He is taken aback.
DORLING: 'I'm gonna ask you nicely to take a little step back here...'
VELVET: 'Do not make this mistake again, even the patience of a GOD comes to an end.'
DORLING: 'If he steps in the ring with me it'll be more than his patience coming to an end.'
BAXTER: 'It's heating up in here, Frost continues to rile Dorling even without being in attendance.'
DIAMOND: 'But there's never any ACTION!'
Velvet puts her arms seductively around Dorling. His eyes widen. She plants a kiss square on his lips!
DIAMOND: 'Ok, I was thinking of a different kind of action to be fair.'
Dorling perhaps lets it linger for a moment too long before pushing Velvet away from him.
DORLING: 'That is not cool! You and your plastic pastor need to leave me the hell alone!'
VELVET: 'Dorling, now is not the time for...'
DORLING: 'I'll tell you what now is not the time for - it's not the time for your lectures and your prophecies and your snake oil and your bullshit. I'm a busy man, I have an Intercontinental Championship in my sights. You and Frost aren't the only ones with cheap tricks!'
Dorling drops the mic and crowd noise rises. Then he claps his hands.
BLACKOUT
BAXTER: 'What the?'
The light returns and Velvet stands in the ring, but Dorling is gone.
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
4.2.18
COLONIAL LIFE AREA
COLUMBIA, SOUTH CAROLINA
Monday Night Brawl takes the air live with the crowd all standing in unison giving the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl, Flash Rotten, a standing ovation as he walks out through the curtain and to the top of the ramp.
Diamond: Welcome to the final stop before Wrestle Wars Twelve! Welcome to Monday Night Brawl!
Baxter: And welcome to the final Brawl telecast that we will ever have to see this man’s face on!
Flash is in a black suit, white dress shirt with a black and white striped tie on. He starts to walk towards the ring. The ovation is unreal as the bottom lip of Rotten quivers. He reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron before stepping through the ropes. Flash walks right across the ring reaching through the ropes calling for the microphone which he is handed by Donald Masters. Flash reaches center ring as the music fades away leaving Flash standing center ring to a solid ovation from the crowd as he raises his microphone.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Ladies and Gentleman….”
The crowd pops huge as they chant along with Flash as he continues.
FLASH ROTTEN and FANS- “MY name is Flash Rotten and I am YOUR general manager of Monday Night Brawl!”
The crowd pops huge once again!
FLASH ROTTEN- “Columbia, South Carolina allow me to Thank You for the warm reception you’ve given me as reality is that tonight could very well be my last night on Monday Night Brawl.”
The crowd breaks out into massive boos!
FLASH ROTTEN- “Reality is that we are just two short weeks away from Wrestle Wars Twelve, we’re just two short weeks away from Mercedes Benz Stadium and we’re just two short weeks away from Adam Barker versus Flash Rotten!”
There’s a massive pop for Flash as the crowd starts a chant of “ROTTEN! ROTTEN! ROTTEN!” drawing a smirk from the General Manager.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I’m not going to stand out here and try to fool anyone of you because we all know a Professional Wrestler I am not, I’m not going to stand out here and convince anyone that this is going to be an epic confrontation because in all honesty it’s probably going to be the sloppiest wrestling match to ever take place at Wrestle Wars…”
Flash sarcastically spouts out to some laughter from the crowd.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Some people say I’m crazy for issuing the challenge to a former 4 time WGWF World Heavyweight Champion; that’s right folks, don’t let the fact that Adam sits on the Board fool any of you either, he’s an accomplished veteran to this game… but while Mr. Barker is an accomplished Professional Wrestler I’m not coming to Atlanta to wrestle… I’m GOING to Atlanta for a FIGHT!”
The crowd erupts!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “I’m going to Atlanta, Georgia and I’m putting my professional career on the line because YOU FANS deserve to watch a program that isn’t focused around personal friends of the Chairman but instead is focused on WHO gets it done in this ring where it matters! I’m tired of all the games the Board of Directors are playing; namely you, ADAM! Come Wrestle Wars Twelve I’ll either run this program as I see fit WITHOUT any bullshit from the Board of Directors or you’ll be seeing a lot more of the same ole same ole with Adam Barker calling the shots.”
The crowd boos at the mere thought of having to deal with Adam Barker on a full time basis.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I might be out of my league but it won’t stop me from standing up for what I believe in and what I believe in the WGWF!”
The crowd pops!
FLASH ROTTEN- “I believe in those boys and girls behind that curtain to come out here and provide you with quality wrestling and quality entertainment each and every time they step foot inside the squared circle and the winners and losers should be determined by who the better man inside this ring is and not who’s lips are on the asses of the Board of Directors.”
There’s a massive pop from the crowd.
FLASH ROTTEN- “The tit for tat game has officially come to an end and I wanted to come out here tonight to let each and every one of you fans in attendance, the fans watching live from the comfort of their own homes and to all the athletes behind that curtain that believe in me, that believe in the movement that I’m trying to facilitate that I will NOT let you down!”
The building erupts with loud boos as Adam Barker emerges out to the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand and a huge smile on his face displaying his pearly whites. The music fades as Adam raises his microphone.
ADAM BARKER- “With everything that you’ve been spouted off at the mouth about there’s but one thing that you’ve stated that is one hundred percent correct on…”
Adam continues to walk towards the ring where Flash stands with his arms crossed across his chest.
ADAM BARKER- “You’re in over your head.”
The crowd roars with boos as there’s another smirk from Adam Barker as he reaches ringside where he looks up and into the ring at Flash Rotten.
ADAM BARKER- “Ladies and Gentleman take a good long look at the man that you see standing in that ring..”
Adam states as he starts to walk up the steel ring steps to the ring apron.
ADAM BARKER- “Because I guarantee you that this will be the LAST time you see him on Monday Night Brawl.”
The crowd boos intently as Adam has reached the ring apron and steps through the ropes entering the ring where he stands across from Flash Rotten.
ADAM BARKER- “Two weeks away, Flash, two short weeks away and I am going to end this thing once and for all; and while I appreciate you reminding everyone of just who the hell I am in actuality I need no introduction from someone like you. “
The boos continue as Adam looks directly at Flash.
ADAM BARKER- “If it wasn’t for me giving you a job fifteen years ago you would still be jockeying an announce table on the indies!”
The crowd lets out a collective gasp as Adam’s verbal assault continues.
ADAM BARKER- “Nobody is looking forward to Wrestle Wars Twelve more than I am and I’m ecstatic that you’re coming for a fight because it’s a fight that you’re going to get!”
Adam walks right up in Flash Rotten’s face as he lowers his microphone. Flash simply shakes his head as he raises his microphone.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Are you done?”
Adam raises his microphone only to have Flash cover it with his left hand as he states.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Rhetorical question.”
Flash moves his left hand off Adam’s microphone as he continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “You might have given me a job… but I’ll be damned if I let you take it away!”
Flash shoves Barker back into a neutral corner with his back towards the entrance ramp. The crowd erupts with LOUD boos as CHRIS PAGE sprints down to the ring where he slides into the ring blind siding Flash Rotten with a stiff forearm to the back of the neck dropping Flash where he stands!
Diamond: Chris Page from behind!!
Page reaches down picking Flash up and holding him by both arms as Adam starts unloading with right hands to the exposed midsection of Flash Rotten!! Barker starts hammering away at Rotten’s face with vicious and brutal right hands to massively loud boos from the crowd!
Baxter: Collectively they’re doing number on the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl!
Adam removes his jacket as Flash is seemingly out on his feet as he’s being held up by Chris Page. Adam calls for Page to shoot Rotten towards him who he does and Adam delivers a boot to the midsection doubling Flash over. Adam looks to deliver DAMNATION only to see Flash drop to his knees and deliver a low blow to Adam Barker!
Diamond: Rotten with a low blow!!
The crowd roars for Flash Rotten only to boo louder as Page kicks Rotten in the back of the head!
The crowd roars!! Page shifts his attention towards the top of the ramp as CHRIS DORLING emerges out! Page drops down to the mat rolling out to the floor where charges up the ramp! Dorling and Page meet with a heated exchange of right hands!! Dorling and Page brawl back through the curtain leaving Adam Barker getting back to his feet where he clutches at his junk.
Baxter: Flash might have put Barker’s nuts in his throat with that one.
Barker stomps down on the back of Rotten several times where he picks him up off the mat before delivering a swinging neckbreaker to Flash Rotten! The crowd erupts with loud boos as Flash is down while Adam reaches his feet. He signals once again for the DAMNATION!
There’s a mixed reception from the crowd as the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion THE TRISTAN SLATER!!
Diamond: What the hell is he doing out here?!?!
THE Tristan Slater starts to walk towards the ring with the World Title slung over his right shoulder. THE Tristan Slater reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron. Adam Barker and THE Tristan Slater lock eyes when suddenly Adam starts to applaud!
Baxter: YES!!
THE Tristan Slater lifts the World Title from his shoulder where he hands it over to Adam who slings it over his shoulder. Tristan cracks his knuckles as he shifts his attention towards Flash Rotten who is now managed to get to a seated position in a neutral corner.
Baxter: Adam Barker has enlisted the services of the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion!
Suddenly Slater turns decking Adam Barker in the face sending the Chairman of the Board down to the mat!! Barker rolls out to the floor as Tristan reaches down picking his World Title up off the mat as Adam clutches his jaw while pointing at Slater. THE Tristan Slater shifts his attention towards Flash Rotten who has a look of complete and total shock on his face as the scene fades.
** Hawaiian Hardhead on commentary **
DING…. DING…. DING…..
Masters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall; currently in the ring he is LUKE RIGGS!!!
The crowd roars with boos as Luke Riggs throws his right arm up in the air to loud boos from the crowd.
Masters: And introducing his opponent….
The crowd pops with anticipation….
The roof explodes!!!
Masters: About to make his way to the ring… “THE REAL AMERICAN” TERRY BORDEN!!!
Borden emerges out to the top of the ramp to a rockstar like ovation! He starts to make the walk towards the ring!!
Diamond: Two weeks from tonight Terry Borden and Hawaiian Hardhead will hook it up at Wrestle Wars Twelve, if Borden wins he takes Hardhead’s spot on the James Raven Legend versus Legend Tour.
Baxter: That’s a big “if”.
Terry Borden reaches ringside where he makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron. He rears back and points over the top rope at Luke Riggs to a loud “YOU” chant from the crowd before Borden steps through the ropes and into the ring ripping off his red and yellow AMERICANMANIA tank top before throwing it out towards the crowd followed by yanking off his bandanna.
DING…. DING…. DING…
Borden and Riggs start to circle each other and as they’re about to lock up…
Borden’s attention shifts towards the top of the ramp where we see Hawaiian Hardhead emerge out to the top of the ramp decked out in “AMERICANMANIA” swag from a bandanna to tank top and shades! Hardhead starts to make the walk towards the ring as Borden now shifts all his attention towards him. Hardhead reaches ringside cheering for Borden as he comes around the ring towards the commentators table.
Diamond: It looks like he’s coming to join us!
Borden is completely distracted allowing Riggs to come up from behind rolling Borden up with a School Boy!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THRE…
Borden escapes with a kick out and a huge gasp from the crowd as Hardhead joins Diamond and Baxter on commentary.
Diamond: Mr. Hardhead! What a treat it is to see you here!
Hardhead: Terry better focus on his match. And yes, hello Diamond, Baxter, nice to join you.
Baxter: I was just telling Diamond here how impossible it's going to be for Terry to beat you.
Hardhead: I appreciate the support my good sir, but I'm just here to scout.
Borden gets back to his feet behind Riggs who opens up with right hands to Borden’s face as the crowd roars with boos towards Riggs as he hammers Borden back into a neutral corner. Riggs comes forward with a chop across the chest before attempting and Irish Whip that’s countered by Borden sending Riggs crashing into the buckles where he walks into a Running Clothesline by Borden that sends Riggs to the mat! The fans erupt as Borden catches Riggs with a hard right hand as gets to a vertical base followed by a second that sends Riggs back into a neutral corner.
Diamond: Clothesline there by Borden!
Baxter: Riggs is not favoring things well here tonight.
Hardhead: Riggs needs to spend more time hammering into Terry.
Borden lands a hard right hand followed by a knife edge chop! There’s another right hand followed by another chop across the chest before bringing Riggs out to the center of the ring where he scoops him up and slams him down to the mat! Borden drops an elbow before popping back to his feet where he drops a second elbow! Borden pops back up dropping a third elbow across the chest of Riggs before making a cover.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THR….
Riggs kicks out as we see Borden work his way back to his feet.
Diamond: Near count there.
Hardhead: Riggs is a nice talent to have. He's not an easy win.
Baxter: How quick did you beat him again?
Hardhead: He's not an easy win if you're 50.
Borden reaches down picking Riggs up off the mat where he takes him back into a corner and sends him across the ring into the opposite buckles. Borden gives chase where he eats a reverse elbow to the jaw by Riggs which staggers Borden out towards the center of the ring. Riggs comes out from the corner with a Superkick to the jaw of Borden sending him crumbling to the mat!! Riggs drops down making a cover!
Hardhead: OH DAMN!
Diamond: Superkick to Terry!
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO…. THRE….
Borden fires a shoulder up off the mat to a huge ovation from the crowd.
Baxter: Not that I'm suggesting anything concrete here, but HHH might actually have a point on Riggs.
Hardhead: Aw man, if that was it I would've had to add another move to my repertoire.
Diamond: That Superkick looked like it knocked Terry clean out!
Riggs transitions into a rear chin lock as the referee gets in prime position asking Borden to surrender. The crowd begins a massive “BORDEN! BORDEN! BORDEN!” chant as they rally behind their hero. The referee asks Borden again to surrender and again he refuses before he starts to work his way back to his feet where he turns into the chin lock and counters by hoisting Riggs up into the air before driving him down into the mat with a side suplex which brings a roar from the crowd!
Hardhead: I'm going to be honest, a suplex is not something I expected to see out of Terry.
Diamond: Terry's certainly got a bag of tricks behind his back that he can pull out of when the times is necessary.
Baxter: There's a joke about pulling things out I want to make but we have a guest with us.
Hardhead: Reminds me of that time last week with my girlf--
Diamond: Looks like Terry's startin to move here!
Borden starts to stir as he begins to work his way back to his feet where he points down at Riggs with his left index finger while clutching his right hand up near his face. Borden allows Riggs to roll over to his chest where he starts pushing himself up to a vertical base. Riggs spins around looking to find Borden and eats a boot to the midsection followed by a DDT from Borden! Terry Borden makes the cover hooking the closest leg.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THRE…
Riggs kicks out to a gasp from the crowd.
Hardhead: I swear that that was a three.
Diamond: Borden showed his resilience there--
Baxter: Nah it was a three.
Diamond:--managing to kick out at two.
Borden reaches his feet where he reaches down picking Riggs up off the mat. He delivers a hard right hand followed by a second and then a third before backing Riggs up and into the ropes, he fires Riggs across the ring with an Irish Whip, Riggs bounces off the ropes and into the BIG BOOT OF DOOM! The crowd roars massively as Borden points at Hawaiian Hardhead before bouncing off the ropes and dropping the ATOMIC LEG DROP OF DEATH across the throat of Luke Riggs! Borden executes the cover.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO…. THREE!!!
DING… DING… DING….
Masters: The winner of this contest, TERRY BORDEN!!
Diamond: And that'll do it!
Hardhead: Hell of an effort by Riggs here tonight.
Terry continues celebrating in the ring, getting all sides of the ring. Once he reaches the commentator's booth, Terry stares down at him.
Hardhead: What? Do I got something on my face?
Baxter: You mean besides your face?
Hardhead: There's no drops on my nose, right? I watched Titanic earlier and I might've lost it at the end there.
Terry sits on the ropes, widening the gap and signalling for Hardhead to enter.
Diamond: I think he's inviting you into the ring, HHH.
Hardhead shrugs, taking his headset off. The crowd only cheers this.
Diamond: Hardhead lookin for some action!
As Hardhead hops onto the apron, Terry gets off the ropes, effectively turning his back to Hardhead.
Baxter: How disrespectful!
Diamond: Terry paying Hardhead back for last week.
Hardhead doesn't stop. No, he flies through the middle and top ropes. He rolls through, finding himself in a three point stance.
Diamond: But Hardhead goin for a Spear!
When Terry turns around, Hardhead charges. What HHH doesn't expect, however, is a BIG BOOT OF DOOM in the middle of the move!
Diamond: That Big Boot!
Baxter: Not where Hardhead wanted to be!
When HHH hits the mat back first, Terry notices the situation. He starts getting the crowd into it, causing them give off some massive ovations! Terry plays to them for a bit more before rushing to the ropes.
However, before the ATOMIC LEG DROP OF DOOM can be hit, Hardhead rolls out of the ring. This doesn't sit well with the crowd, who would prefer them get it on.
Baxter: Smart move by the Hawaiian dumb-ass.
Hardhead takes off his bandanna, throwing it towards Baxter. He then takes off his shirt, throwing it at Diamond.
Baxter: Aw man, you got the shirt! I'll trade ya...
Diamond: Hardhead not lookin for peace! Get your hands off my shirt...
HHH gets to the apron, throwing the skirt up. He looks under it briefly before pulling out THE BARBED WIRE BASEBALL BAT! The crowd are once again raucous with cheers!
Baxter: Oh boy!
Diamond: Here's Barbie!
Hardhead rolls under the bottom rope, reaching his feet and threatening Terry with the baseball bat!
Diamond: HHH spilled blood last week, he's looking for more this week!
Terry nods, calling for it. HHH goes to charge, but Terry ducks down low, punching HHH in the abdomen. The bat drops to the canvas.
Baxter: So strikes the dumb-ass.
Terry looks to the crowd, who continue cheering loud and proud. Terry points to the bat, earning him a small "YOOOOOOOU". He heads towards it, grasping it in his hands.
Diamond: And now Terry has Barbie!
Baxter: Get the hell out of there HHH!
When Hardhead raches his feet, he turns around. Terry strikes! Sending the barbed wire right in between HHH's eyes!
Baxter: Oh damn!
Hardhead rolls out of the ring, hitting the floor with a thud.
Terry swings the bat around a bit more before throwing it out of the ring towards HHH. The Insane Delgado stands up, looking straight in the eyes of Terry. We can see blood pouring out of the wound now opened on his head! His face isn't long before it starts being stained with red!
Diamond: And as payback from last week, Terry has returned the favor, busting HHH wide open!
Hardhead and Terry lock eyes, which is when referees and security run out. A few of them keep Terry in the ring, who invites HHH in, but most of them handle the bleeding Hawaiian. The crowd does't like this one bit, showing their disdain with a litany of boos.
Diamond: This crowd wants to see them fight!
As some refs and security get a bit handsy with HHH, the big man shoves them away, all while backing up towards the stage. Terry's music starts to play again on the PA.
Baxter: So do I!
Diamond: We'll see them fight in two weeks in Atlanta! It's WrestleWars XII! Terry and Hardhead, first time ever!
The feed fades away, with HHH's pissed off, blood-soaked face being held back by a pile of men the last thing we see.
DENISE ESSEX and THE TRISTAN SLATER:
The crowd pops as Denise Essex is standing by on the Monday Night Brawl interview set as she introduces her guest.
DENISE ESSEX- “My guest at this time is the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, THE Tristan Slater.”
There’s a mixed ovation from the crowd as the camera pans back revealing THE Tristan Slater standing next to Denise with the World Title slung over his right shoulder.
DENISE ESSEX- “I think it’s safe to say that everyone is a little stunned to see that you came to the aid of Flash Rotten earlier tonight since you’ve been very vocal against both Flash Rotten and Adam Barker.”
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Stunned? Everyone is stunned? Look it’s like this, I am unpredictable.”
THE Tristan Slater states as he shifts his attention towards the camera as he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Both of them screwed me over in the past but with this particular situation Flash Rotten is the lesser of the two evils and when you take into consideration that Flash Rotten isn’t a wrestler and Adam Barker is than it simply makes no sense for anyone to stand by and watch Adam assault Flash the way he assaulted him tonight; the questions you should be asking are questions like where was John Cable? Where was the New Breed? Where was Kyle Shane? Where was Silence? Where was Black Death? Where was anyone?”
THE Tristan Slater shifts his attention towards Denise.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I know where I was… I was in the middle of that ring knocking the Chairman of the Board on his ass!”
There’s a pop from the crowd at Slater’s statement as he shifts his attention back towards the camera while he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “While most of you will TALK about what you’re going to do or what you stand for when it comes to putting it into practice it’s funny how many crickets you hear chirping, yet I, a guy most of you despise is the guy that makes a save?”
The camera pans back further as the crowd pops BIG for Flash Rotten. Flash looks a little shaken up as he stands in front of Tristan.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Tristan I know we haven’t seen eye to eye over the last several months but it doesn’t change the fact that you showed up tonight to help me.”
The crowd quiets down.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Man to man I wanted to look you in your eyes and say… Thank you.”
Flash extends his hand out to Slater looking for a handshake. THE Tristan Slater looks down at the extended hand before shifting his attention back up at Flash Rotten where he states.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Let’s not make any mistakes here; yeah, I saved your ass out there tonight, but should hell freeze over and you actually beat Adam Barker at Wrestle Wars… than you’re going to owe me one.”
Upon finishing his sentence, he continues to stare at Flash before saying.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Deal?”
FLASH ROTTEN- “Deal.”
THE Tristan Slater shakes hands with Flash Rotten as the scene cuts back to ringside.
Donald Master’s: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall…..introducing first he is one half of the WGWF Tag Team Champions….(heat)….representing the Extinction….(heat)….this is KENNETH RIDGE!!!!!!!!
Donald Master’s: And his opponent, he stands seven feet tall….(pop)….hailing from Parts Unknown….the Monster…..SILENCE!!!!!!!
*Ding…Ding*
Ridge is quick to his feet here, Silence getting assaulted upon his entrance to the ring with hard rights. The Monster manages to fight the “fallen angel” off, shoving him into the ropes, but Kenneth rebounds with a THROAT THRUST that surprises everyone and Silence, forcing him down momentarily before getting back up, only to be bashed into a corner by Ridge. While Kenneth lays on the blows to the cornered Monster, the big man blocks a few shots before grabbing Ridge by the neck and reversing their situations, putting Silence back on the offense and bashing one half of the ‘tag champ’s’ with hard fists now. Ridge still puts up a fight, giving himself space by giving Silence a European uppercut, forcing him to backpedal. As Silence does so, Ridge leaps onto the second rope, waiting for Silence to turn back around…DIVING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!
Baxter “Ridge has gotta keep this fight on the move here Derrick.”
Diamond “You’ll get no argument’s from me Baxter but I hope that seven foot monster SQUASHES that faithful prick.”
Ridge follows up on this by bashing Silence in the skull with hard fists before making some space between both men. Ridge goes over into a corner and sits in a crouched position…playing with his hair in a psychotic manner…his intense stare turned into one that would scare children…is he setting what we think he’s setting? It begins to look so, as Ridge motions for Silence to get up with one hand, his face still frozen in psychotic intensity. As Silence gets to his feet Ridge LAUNCHES HIMSELF WITH A SPEAR…but Silence catches him and ONE-MAN FLAPJACK’S HIS FACE OFF A TURNBUCKLE!! Ridge’s intensity caused him to crash and burn early, holding his possibly broken nose while drifting back into Silence’s clutches…OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY…SENDING KEENTH RIDGE UP & OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!!! WOW!!!
Diamond “Any and ALL momentum has just been SILENCED courtesy the Monster.”
Ridge lands with a sickening splat on the padded outside, the crowd vocalizing the pain Kenneth is now feeling. As he twists and cringes to get to his feet, Silence comes back after Ridge by delivering a hard blow to his back, bringing Ridge back up and then CHUNKING HIS FACE INTO AN IRON POST!! Kenneth is in trouble here as something wicked is running through this Monster’s mind as Silence goes over to the timekeeper’s table and rummages around…FOR A STEEL CHAIR…NO…..Silence is blindsided –AS RIDGE THROWS THE REFEREE INTO SILENCE!! The dramatic ref bump is heard all around the arena, the shot selling itself, as Silence drops back flat after dropping the chair. Ridge stumbles a bit, still hurt, but he regains himself enough to go to the timekeeper’s table as well…and grab the RING BELL. Ridge awaits for Silence to start stirring to prepare for the upcoming assault, the Monster getting to his feet and turning around…BELL SHOT OFF THE SKULL!! BELL SHOT OFF THE SKULL!! SILENCE GOES DOWN!!
Baxter “It’s the NO HOLDS BARRED portion of this evening’s entertainment.”
Diamond “Obviously learned by the MOST desperate and ruthless of individuals Paul Frost himself teaching his “faithful” well I suppose.”
The two are going at it with pure rage on both sides, Silence finally managing to pull some blows away and shove Ridge violently into a barricade wall. This gives Silence the opportunity to take Ridge and throw him back up the ramp, now going away from the ring. The Monster stays in control and continues bashing Ridge all the way back up the ramp, but Ridge changes the momentum of the brawl when he wraps around Silence’s head and throws it into the Roman-style pillar on the entrance stage!! Silence drifts towards the blood-red curtain now, enabling Ridge to knock him all the way into it, going backstage now.
Baxter “We need to FOLLOW these two….wherever they may roam.”
…but we don’t stop watching the brawl!! It continues all the way into the lobby area!! Several fans have parted to let these two continue brawling, while several boneheads raise their Solo cups full of beer, just happy to be on camera. Ridge is still partially in control of Silence, but the Monster fires back, just leaving these men firing lefts and rights in a blaze of beatings. Silence gets a good right hook in that turns Ridge around, but the ‘tag champ’ takes one of the boneheads’ beer filled-Solos and throws it in Silence’s face. Displaying his “faith” by using beer to his advantage, Ridge tries to take Silence’s skull and smashed it into a nearby fire extinguisher, but Silence manages to fight out of that by throwing Ridge into the wall, forcing a very noticeable crack in the drywall.
Baxter “Ouch, that look’s a tad pricey.”
Silence, noting his surroundings, does take the fire extinguisher off its perch on the wall, perhaps looking to us it for something, but Ridge, also well aware of what’s going on, uses the weapon in Silence’s hands against him by forcing it into his stomach, causing the Monster to drop it. Ridge now takes it in hand, and starts spraying the chemicals all over Silence!!!!! The Monster is blinded by the white stuff now all over the place, with Ridge keeping true to his use-everything-as-a-weapon nature. This then leads to Ridge bull rushing towards Silence…NO….THE MONSTER USES RIDGE’S OWN MOMENTUM WHICH SENDS BOTH MEN CRASHING INTO THE WALL, BREAKING RIGHT THROUGH THE DRYWALL!!!
Diamond “In the name of EVERYTHING that is HOLY….WHAT IN THE HELL!!!!!!!”
The crowd noise has gone from somewhat muffled to full-out blasting. Why? The two have crashed a wall into a section of the crowd. The fans in the seats are now getting a perfect look at the brawls they’d become accustomed to back in the day. The plaster and foam clad gladiators STILL aren’t done!! A close camera view reveals that Silence is bleeding right above his temple, while Ridge has started shedding crimson right above his left eye. Neither man is bleeding much, but blood has been shed. The crowd is absolutely on fire, however it’s becoming clearer & clearer that the Monster is in control with a handful of Ridge’s own hair he is able to one hand him up and over the guardrail back onto the outside of the ring itself. Kenneth is now wearily leaning against the barricade to get to his feet. Silence has taken several steps away from Ridge, but quickly turns as soon as he gets to his feet, charging…ANOTHER SPEAR…THAT COLLAPSES THE BARRICADE!! SILENCE AND RIDGE COLLAPSE THE BARRICADE!! OHH MY GAAD!!
Baxter “First a wall now a barrier, DAMN not even Godzilla racked up THIS much damage.”
Diamond “The POWER…..the power of THAT monster is scary.”
They’re right there in the crowd now, “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!” chants, neither man able to make any kind of motion. Ridge is eagle spread, dead, and bleeding, while Silence is face down and trying to push himself up, the camera angle catching an incredible shot of Silence who raises himself like the dead much to the crowd’s delight!!!! The crowd is in a frenzy following this, some security having to back some fans off from trying to get involved and even touching two bleeding, sweating men. However the pure unadulterated strength of Silence is on display as he with ease reach down and hoists Ridge up onto his shoulder’s as he walks him back towards ringside. Pointing towards the ring steps which he kicks the op of….NO….. RUNNING POWERSLAM ON THE STEEL STEPS…NO!! Ridge fidgets his way off Silence’s shoulders, ending up behind him but Ridge crumbles in an instant down onto the floor screaming.
Diamond “I think Ridge is hurt here and hurt bad by the looks of it.”
Baxter “ Yeah well these fans paid to see a bloodbath NOT a timeout”.
It’s obvious that Ridge is in serious trouble grabbing at his left ankle constantly shouting.......
"I'm Sorry"..."I'm Sorry"..."I'm Sorry"
Diamond “ I know I may come off as a son of botch sometimes but DESPITE Ridge’s affiliations and actions DAMMIT no kid deserves to get hurt like this.”
Baxter ‘Yeah just days away before WrestleWar’s this looks to be disappointing on EVERY level.”
Fans are PISSED as the official has no choice but to raise his arms in the sign of the “X” signaling an injury but….SILENCE…..SILENCE shout’s……
“I’ M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU!!!”
This garners a MASSIVE pop via this crowd as Silence takes the already damaged Ridge and WHIPS HIM INTO THE BARRICADE, crushing his already hurt back before dragging him over by the announce table. When he goes close, Silence SLAPS HIS HAND ACROSS THE THROAT OF RIDGE…BUT KENENTH FIGHTS BACK!!! Ridge starts wildly thrashing at the face of the big man, his hair flying everywhere, his hands hitting every part of the body…until Silence SOCKS RIDGE IN THE JAW WITH THE HARD RIGHT HAND WRECKING BALL!!!!
Diamond “That’s ENOUGH.”
Baxter “Tell HIM that, hey Carlos….watch out for EL-GORDO over there.”
Ridge slumps as though he’s already dead, but to add a great deal of insult to an already potential injury, “The Monster” throws his gargantuan hand over the throat of Ridge anyway…CHOKESLAM!! CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! RIDGE IS OUT OF IT!!! HE’S GOTTA BE!!!
Diamond “That’s IT, he’s gotta be broken in half. Can we get some help out….”
Baxter “IT’S RYAN DUSK….DUSK IS HERE!!!!!”
Ryan Dusk from literally OUT OF NOWHERE jumps Silence from behind & these two behemoths are now trading blow for blow over the ruins of both the Spanish announce table & Kenneth Ridge. We see an army of officials charge down towards’ ringside drawing the ire of this capacity crowd as they are DESPERATE to try and restore some semblance of order around theses’ parts. Their first order of business build a human wall around Dusk & Silence, even separated their incredibly intense gazes completely unfaltering. They don’t even bother to circle one another, merely staring into each other’s fury and not budging. The pressure cooker mounds between both men until they suddenly lean forward until…..there’s and even LOUDER reaction as PAUL FROST….PAUL FROST sprints down towards ringside shoving anybody away as he throws himself on top of Ridge like a human shield but Silence ISN’T backing down placing his hands on the “Man in White” lifting Paul effortlessly up!!!!
Diamond “Oh my, we may have yet another EXPLOSIVE situation here and now.”
Baxter “Your telling me….Silence and Frost…God and the Monster…sign me up…WHAT….Rotten…FLASH ROTTEN IS HERE!!!!”
Flash Rotten pushes Silence away allowing for Dusk to stand in the middle. The two big men stare down but it’s interrupted as Frost steps forward and SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF ROTTEN’S MOUTH!!!!!!!
HEAT
“YOU BROKE MY HEART FLASH”
“YOU BROKE MY HEART”
Frost is SCREAMING at the top of his lungs before turning back towards the broken Kenneth Ridge as we see several officials – referees and several event staff bodyguards – finally forcing these two to back off each other, restraining the rabid ones. It isn’t easy, though. As Silence makes one final angry burst towards Dusk, but the men in black, now approaching double digits between both men, drag Silence back and begin getting the men separated. While Silence is sent to the back cameras remain with Frost, Dusk & what’s left of Ridge as EMT’s begin the work of trying to load him safely onto a waiting stretcher at ringside, cameras even catch a glimpse of KYLE SHANE backstage watching with a grin plastered across the side of his face.
Baxter “Talk about the cat who just WON the tag team championships. Kyle Shane watching with glee from the back.”
Diamond “It’s true at the moment it certainly does look like the stairway towards heaven will belong to Shane and Silence. I very much doubt that Ridge will be ready in time come WrestleWar’s. But Shane better keep his head on right because he has a match later tonight with the other half of the champs as they say. Ryan Dusk will meet Kyle Shane later in one on one action.”
Frost’s face is edge with frustration and fury as he has the difficult task of watching as Ridge is loaded up onto the waiting stretcher as all three members of “Extinction” quickly make their way out of ringside following the stretcher with their fallen comrade taking a ride.
"The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cables makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match.
Baxter: Here we go! Lunacy vs. Jonathan Cable is up next! This is going to be a clash!!
Diamond: This could easily be match of the night! I have no idea what to expect with these two guys!
The Greenskeepers ‘The Lotion blasts over the PA system and black and white lights flicker all over the arena, the lights dim as Lunacy is seen in the crowd. He slowly makes his way down to the ring from the crowd, he jumps the barrier and slides into the ring and wastes no time as he and Cable start exchanging punches before the bell can even sound!
Baxter: These two are ready to fight!!!
Diamond: The least they could do is wait for the bell. We pay that guy good money to ring that bell!!
Cable and Lunacy continue to trade shots back and forth with no one getting a clear advantage until Cable side steps a haymaker from Lunacy and catches him with a roundhouse kick to the face that send Lunacy reeling into the corner. Cable follows him to the corner alternating between big punches and knife edge chops in the corner. Cable irish whips Lunacy across the ring into the adjacent corner. Cable bounds after him with a avalanche splash, but Lunacy dives out of the way as Cable crashes into the turnbuckle. Lunacy dropkicks Cable in the back, driving him harder into the turnbuckle for a second time. Lunacy grabs Cable from behind and german suplexs him into the middle of the ring. Lunacy sprints for the ropes, he springboard moonsaults back and lands perfectly on Cable. He hooks the leg for the pin fall! The referee slides into position!
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2…
Shoulder up by Cable! Cable gets to his feet. Lunacy grabs a hold of him and tosses him into the ropes only to get knocked down by a thunderous clothesline from Cable. Lunacy bounces off the mat and rolls out of the ring. Cable slides out in pursuit. Cable grabs Lunacy and tosses him face first into the ring post. Lunacy is down, but not for long as Cable picks him back up to his feet and delivers a sidewalk slam right out in front of the announce team.
Baxter: This match is getting too close to me for comfort!
Diamond: We should file for a restraining order!
Baxter: Or build an enclosed cage around us so we can’t get hurt by these two monsters!!!
Cable hears what they announcers are saying and signals for them to move!
Baxter: Maybe we shouldn’t have said that!!!
Baxter and Diamond scatter from the table! Cable hoists up Lunacy into a powerbomb, but before he can drive Lunacy down through the table, Lunacy starts to throw down punches at Cable’s face making him back up, Lunacy reaches out and grabs the middle rope of the ring and pulls himself off of Cable. Lunacy kicks Cable in the face from the apron making Cable stumble into the announce table. Lunacy leaps off and cross body blocks Cable across the announce table and they land in the chairs of Diamond and Baxter!
Baxter: WGWF paid good money for that chair!!!
Diamond: I just got the perfect ass groove in that chair! Damn you Lunacy!!!!
Lunacy kicks the chair out of the way and the bottom breaks off as Diamond screams in horror. Lunacy pulls Cable back to his feet and notices the referee has been making the 10 count this whole time and he’s at 7!! Lunacy quickly slides into the ring and back out to break up the count!
Baxter: TAKE THE ACTION BACK TO THE RING AND LEAVE US ALONE!!!
Lunacy gives Baxter the finger as he grabs onto Cable, who elbows him in the stomach, then bashes his head off the announce table more than a few times. Cable throws Lunacy over the top of the announce table. Cable gets up on table and leaps off onto a fallen Lunacy with an elbow drop that lands square in the chest of Lunacy. Cable takes Lunacy and throws him back into the ring.
Diamond: AND STAY THERE!!
Baxter: Shut up Diamond. They’ll come back!!!
Diamond: Can we get someone on the crew to come out here and fix my chair?
Baxter: Can you just focus on the in ring action?!
Diamond: Oh sure. Cable has just executed a beautiful DDT and is following it up with a side headlock on the ground!
Cable is wrenching on the hold as the referee is asking Lunacy if he wants to quit. Lunacy does the no no no finger waggle as he works his way to his knees but Cable isn’t letting go. Lunacy gets to his feet, but Cable is still holding on. Cable hits a side headlock takedown and is still holding on to Lunacy. Lunacy starts to rock back and forth, Lunacy’s legs comes up and get Cable by the head and start to pull him away and now Lunacy has Cable in a cross scissors chokehold of his own.
Diamond: These guys are putting on a mat clinic. Someone call the doctor.
Baxter: Okay, now you are over doing it.
Cable manages to get his head out and both men are at a vertical base. They circle each other and lock up, Cable slips behind Lunacy with a rear waist lock. He lifts Lunacy off the mat but Lunacy head butts Cable in the face, making him instantly let go and hold his nose. Lunacy capitalizes by bouncing off the ropes and crashing into Cable with a flying forearm! Cable stumbles back and falls through the ropes and lands on the apron. Lunacy throws a punch that is blocked by Cable, Cable returns fire clobbering Lunacy in the face. Cable gets back into the ring. Cable takes a step and hits Lunacy with a spinning neck breaker. Cable decides to cover!
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2…
Lunacy gets the shoulder up as the referee was less than an inch from hitting the 3!!
Baxter: It doesn’t get any closer than that!!
Diamond: I thought he had it! I really did!! REALLY!!
Cable shakes his head as he waits for Lunacy to get to his feet. Cable rocks Lunacy with a huge right hand that sends him back down the canvas. Lunacy gets up rather quickly to Cable’s surprise, Cable sends him back down again with another huge right hand. Lunacy snaps right back up. Cable really winds up this time, Wooofff! Nothing but air! Lunacy ducks underneath the punch, Cable spins back quickly to face Lunacy only to get super kicked right on the jaw. Cable hits the mat hard. Lunacy ascends to the top rope.
Diamond: What is Lunacy thinking of doing here?!?
Baxter: Who knows. The names name is Lunacy. No one knows!!!
Lunacy leaps off with a picture perfect frog splash that lands. Lunacy gets up and sprints and leaps right up onto the top rope again! Frog Splash AGAIN! Lunacy gets up and runs to another corner. Frog Splash number 3!! Lunacy covers!!
1…
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3.. KICKOUT!
Baxter: Three frog splashes were not enough to put Cable away!!!
Diamond: Cable is tougher than nails and twice as ugly!!
Lunacy runs and jumps up onto the top rope again.
Diamond: Fourth time is a charm?
Baxter: It might be!
Lunacy flies again with a frog splash!! Knees up by Cable! Lunacy’s ribs crash into Cables needs! Lunacy immediately holds his ribs and rolls around on the mat in pain as Cable is using the ropes to help him get to his feet. Lunacy is on the opposite side of the ring now, also using the ropes to get to his feet. Both men stumble to the middle of the ring where Cable boots Lunacy in his injured ribs, doubling him over. Cable throws a mean right to the body of Lunacy to falls to a knee, Cable goes to kick Lunacy in the face, but Lunacy rolls out of the way and gets to his feet and dropkicks Cable in the knee, dropping him to a knee. Both men are on one knee facing each other, delivering punches to the head! Both men start to work their way to their feet as they exchange weak punches at each other. Lunacy starts to get the better of the exchange as once again he targets the knee of Cable with an inside leg kick that the snap is heard in the neighbouring city! Lunacy DDT’s Cable. Lunacy stumbles to the corner and waits for Cable to get to his feet. Cable is slow to his feet and now is limping towards Lunacy. Cable throws a half hearted punch at Lunacy who easily slips the punch. Cable turns to face Lunacy. Lunacy scoops up Cable onto his back!
Lunacy scoops up Cable…
Thorazine… NO! Cable slips off the back. Cable boots Lunacy in the stomach!!
WAKING NIGHTMARE!!!
CABLE COVERS!!!
1…
2…
3…!!!
Before anything else can happen, the lights go out… the crowd erupts with anticipation.
Diamond: Uh oh… I think I know what’s coming…
A few seconds pass. Amidst the flashing cameras, two figures can be seen rushing to the ring. The lights come back on…
Only The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock are stood in the ring. They must have been the ones to sprint down the ramp, expecting someone else to be in the ring with Lunacy… except Lunacy is gone! Only the distant sound of maniacal laughter can be heard faintly over the PA system before the face of Grimoire Xmyles appears on the Tron. The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock look in disbelief. Strangely, Grimoire is dressed in a black police uniform. He speaks akin to a meme…
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Surprise, motherfucker!
With that, GX drags a figure into view… his victim has a burlap sack over his head, but The Jackdaw and Maylock immediately recognize who it is.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: I’m going to introduce Lunacy that the kind of Anarchy that does not come from nightmares alone. Jackdaw, Maylock, I dare you to find us… in fact, I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU. If you do not find him before the night’s end, then I’m afraid that our little contest at Wrestle Wars will be put on a… permanent hiatus… HEEHEEHAHAHA!
The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock immediately dive out of the ring and charge towards the back. There is a wave of confusion and possible concern for Lunacy’s wellbeing.
Diamond: I can’t believe this. GX has abducted Lunacy!
Baxter: He shouldn’t even be employed here anymore! Adam Barker fired him last week, only for Flash Rotten to reinstate him almost immediately.
Diamond: In spite of all of Lunacy’s wrongdoings, I actually feel for the guy! Grimoire is psychotic! There’s no telling WHAT he has in store for Lunacy…
The cameras cut to commercial.
… MY GUEST AT THIS TIME:
Camera’s cut backstage where Denise Essex is standing by outside a locker room door labeled
“EXTINCTION”
Essex: Ladies and Gentlemen after that horrific assault on one half of the WGWF Tag Team Champions Kenneth Ridge, (heat) earlier tonight which saw him leave in the back of an ambulance…..
POP
Essex: Because of the actions of the Monster Silence, (pop) we have been trying to get a word on his condition. We’re hoping to find it here behind this door…..
But before Denise can go and knock the door FLY’S OPEN….WHERE A PSYCHOTIC LOOKING RYAN DUSK IS STANDING!!!!!!
HEAT
Essex: Um, wow you scared me there. Ryan can we get an update about Kenneth, about who’s with him and hell about the match at WrestleWar’s?
Denise raises her microphone for answer but all we can hear is the frantic breath of a mad man who stress at Denise with that look of a serial killer and marches off in silence.
Cameras return to ringside where we see a stoned face Derrick Diamond & somber looking Professor Baxter seated at the announce table.
Diamond” It’s never easy to announce an injury to one of our wrestler’s, especially so close to WrestleWar’s. But now we can confirm earlier reports this evening regarding one half of the ‘current” tag team champions.”
Baxter “Kenneth Ridge did in fact sustain a sprained ankle after coming down awkwardly off of Silence’s shoulder’s earlier in the night. However that sprain turned into a full blown BROKEN ankle almost snapped off the tenant according to reports because of what Silence did AFTER that match.”
Diamond ‘At this time now we still have yet to hear word what affect this will have on WrestleWar’s and the tag team titles. We will be keeping you updated with the latest news. But now over to Donald Master’s for our next match.”
Donald Master’s: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall…..introducing first from Boston, Massachusetts…..he is a WGWF Hall of Fame member….a former WGWF Champion….and the ONLY undefeated man in WrestleWar’s HISTORY….(pop)….this is KYLE SHANE!!!!!!!
The opening notes of "The Catalyst" by Linkin Park queue up on the speakers as on the screen, a video game drop down menu opens and the cursor hovers over the options, "LOAD GAME, SAVE GAME" before coming to the first option, "START GAME" and highlighting it. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage. The Assassins hood to his longcoat is pulled low over his face. The distinctive duo of Chester Bennington and Mike Shinoda rises in tempo as it begins the call-and response: "God bless us everyone, we're a broken people living under loaded gun. And it can't be outfought, it can't be outdone, it can't be outmatched, it can't be outrun. No! And when I close my eyes tonight, to symphonies of blinding light!" Kyle tilts his head back and holds his arms out, taking in the reception of the crowd. The crowd gets on it's feet for the returning God of Game.
BUT HE’S STRUCK FROM BEHIND WITH A STEEL CHAIR SHOT FROM RYAN DUSK!!!
MEGA HEAT
Diamond “Now WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”
Baxter “Righteous PAYBACK for the actions of a Monster.”
Shane’s music and introduction stop dead in its tracks, as Dusk still has the look of sheer madness in his eyes. Kyle is left stumbling, with Dusk still holding the chair and SMASHES IT ACROSS HIS BACK YET AGAIN!!! Shane is still stumbling, all the way down to the ring, where he’s leaning on the apron to try and stay standing, but Ryan simply uses this to SMASH THE CHAIR ONE…TWO…THREE TIMES OFF KYLE SHANE’S SPINE!!!! Shane finally at least goes to one knee, with Ryan taking his rival and tosses him into the ring as the bell if officially rung.
*Ding….Ding*
Diamond “THIS? This MUGGING is now a match? Since when? After Ridge earlier you’d think management wants to PROTECT what left of this WrestleWar’s match NOT destroy it.”
Instead of looking for the pin, Dusk immanently lifts Kyle back to his spaghetti leg’s where he turns and RAMS SHANE BETWEEN HIMSELF & THE TURNBUCKLES!!!! The force in which Shane was literally driven into the corner sounded horrific as Kyle crumbles into a seated position in the corner. Where Ryan ascends to the second rope and NAILS A KNEE DROP RIGHT INTO SHANE’S MIDSECTION!!!!! Kyle’s body rolls out of the corner as Dusk then runs off the opposite ropes and lands a RUNNING SENTON!! OH MY!! ALL 280 POUNDS OF FAITHFUL FLESH CRASH ONTO SHANE’S ALREADY CRUNCHED RIBS!!
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
NO!!
SHANE ROLLS A SHOULDER!!
Baxter “ I would say this match continues but what match? Honestly after that steel chair rearranged Kyle’s vertebras you’d think he would want to STOP not continue this kind of punishment.”
Dusk doesn’t seem at all bothered at the heart shown by the former WGWF champion, whereas Shane is barely able to roll to the side as he grabs at his mid-section. Sucking for any breathe he can take as once again Dusk like a shark grabs Kyle by the back of his neck looking to lift him-NO….SHANE REACHES BACK WITH A FIST TO THE FACE!!!! Dusk is stunned, like punching a shark Kyle is able to break the grasp of this praying predator as Kyle uses the momentary opening to LEAP ONTO DUSK WITH THE LOU THESZ PRESS!! KYLE SHANE IS UNLEASHING A FLURRY OF RIGHT HANDS ONTO DUSK!!
Diamond “Here we go….now THERE’S a true champion with the heart of a warrior and the legend of a G O D himself. Kyle Shane showing the world what brought him success and the ONLY undefeated streak at WrestleWar’s.”
However Ryan delivers a hard right hand to Kyle, only for Shane to fire right back with one of his own. Dusk then delivers a right hand harder than the last, which knocks Shane for a loop. When Kyle stumbles back and swings wildly, Dusk ducks underneath it and catches Shane in a BACKDROP…but Kyle flips out! He lands behind Dusk and executes a perfect CHOP BLOCK, which prompts even more WOOOOing from the crowd. Shane grabs at Ryan’s legs…AND WRAPS UP A MODIFIED FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!!
Baxter “Listen to this place it’s WOOOOO-DA-FULL”
Columbia South Carolina is WOOOOing all over the place as it’s Dusk turn to once again be at the mercy of Kyle Shane! If Dusk can’t use his legs, he loses a great deal of his power offense! Ryan isn’t screaming in pain, but he’s certainly in a predicament and he’s obviously in a great deal of agony. As Kyle desperately tries to apply more and more pressure to the massive legs of the One Man Army, but Dusk’s not giving up so easily. Shane keeps himself up on his elbows as Ryan leans all the way back in pain –
ONE…
NO!!
Dusk didn’t realize his shoulders touched the mat, shooting back up to stop it. As Dusk starts trying to backwards crawl and get closer to the ropes. With Shane trying his damndest to break the legs of the other half of the ‘Tag Champs’. Ryan keeps crawling backwards…AND FINALLY REACHES A BOTTOM ROPE!! Kyle has no choice but to let go, but he waits until the referee counts to four to maximize the damage. This gets both men some much needed breathing time, as Kyle can recover from all the blows to his ribs and Ryan can regain feeling in his legs. As Dusk leans against the ring ropes for support, which Shane tries to exploit by RUSHING AT DUSK…but HE LIFTS SHANE UP AND OVER…BUT KYLE LANDS ON THE APRON!! Shane still has something in the tank, landing and socking Dusk in the face with a hard elbow. This forces Ryan away from the ropes and gives Kyle the time and space to make it to the top rope…FLYING CROSSBODY!! FLYING CROSSBODY CONNECTING!! Shane lands right on top of Dusk with the high risk offense and keeps the lateral press –
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
NO!!
DUSK BENCH PRESSES SHANE OFF OF HIS BODY!! Shane rolls away, but springs back to his feet, waiting for Dusk. Who slowly makes it up, only for Shane to RUSH BACK AT HIM…SAMOAN DROP!! NO – INTO A SUNSET FLIP!! KYLE SHANE COUNTERS THE DROP INTO THE SUNSET PIN!! But Ryan rolls out now exposing Shane’s back and DRIVING KNEES INTO IT SEVERAL TIMES!!!!!
Baxter “Dusk came here with a plan, a plan probably crafted through prayer to GOD himself and Dusk is certainly a FAITHFUL servant of that plan. Avenging his truly fallen comrade.”
Once again Dusk grabbing at the ailing Shane’s hair, but Kyle shows him the errors of doing so by pulling out a ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE HEAD OUT OF NOWHERE!! Dusk goes from the offensive to dropping back to the canvas hard but instead of the cover Shane takes a calculated risk in tending to his back again, giving Ryan the time to shake the cobwebs loose as he quickly approaches but just as Dusk looks for a monster close line to behead the “God of Game” Shane ducks under and pulls Dusk’s arm down & in one simple & yet fluid motion THROUGH HIS SHOULDERS…”PIECES OF EDEN”!! “PIECES OF EDEN” CONNECTING…DUSK’S SKULLS IS DRIVEN INTO THE CANVAS BUT RYAN ROLLS UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE AND OUT ONTO THE FLOOR!!
Diamond “NO…..NO….DAMNIT NO…..was that Shane LAST chance of walking away from this one still able to walk into WrestleWar’s?”
Shane is seen desperately trying to catch him before he trickles on through his fingers, but to no avail!! As Dusk falls right to the floor, completely laid out. As the crowd groans in the same frustration Shane has edged on his face. Kyle punches the mat in anger, but soon gets to his knees and tends to his back in the meantime, while the ref starts counting Dusk out –
…ONE!!
…TWO!!
…THREE!!
…FOUR!!
Dusk starts to stir a bit…
…FIVE!!
“Get Up”
…SIX!!
“Get up, you bastard, I’m not done with you yet!”
…SEVEN!!
Ryan’s finally made it to his feet, but not without the aid of the announce table. But just as soon as he’s vertical, Shane wastes absolutely no time…SUICIDE DIVE!! SUICIDE DIVE!! SHANE AND DUSK GO TUMBLING BACK DOWN TO THE FLOOR ON THE OUTSIDE!!
Baxter “INCOMING….INCOMING!!!!!”
While Kyle is the “first” to his feet he has to tend to his back yet again due to that fierce impact of the dive allowing Dusk using the guardrail to get back to his feet as he DRIVES a wicked forearm deep into Shane’s spine. Causing him to hunch over in pain as Dusk attempts to WHIP HIM INTO THE IRON POST…SHANE REVERSES IT AND WHIPS DUSK FACE FIRST INTO THE STEEL POST INSTEAD!!
Diamond “Now THAT’S a cold hard taste of reality delivered by the God of Games himself Kyle Shane.”
Baxter ‘Yeah but Derrick the count’s already at SEVEN”
Sheer instinct on behalf of Shane, who collapses onto one knee after expending even more engery after the earlier beating in this match. However Dusk doesn’t fall, instead, being somehow pinned right up against the post. Shane sees this and charges right at Dusk…RUNNING KNEE AGAINST THE IRON POST!!
“NINE”
.........
.....
..
“T E N”
*DING….DING…..DING*
Diamond “What?....What happened here?”
Donald Master’s: Ladies and Gentlemen due to BOTH Kyle Shane and Ryan Dusk….UNABLE TO ANSWER THE REFEREE’S TEN COUNT…….THIS MATCH ENDS IN A DRAW!!!!!!
HEAT
Kyle is shown shaking his head in disappointment while still holding his ribs sitting on the apron as Dusk has just begun to show signs of life but this capacity crowd ROARS in approval as……
Baxter “Oh NO!”
Diamond “Is it?...IT IS….SILENCE….THE MONSTER IS BACK AND HE’S GOT A LADDER!!!!!!”
The WGWF Universe is “rabid” as the ruthless monster Silence WITHOUT Flash Rotten makes way down the ramp with a fifteen foot ladder in is grasp, Kyle can’t help but share in a wicked grin as he & his “partner” both look at the prone “champion” who’s slowly stirring back to his feet as Kyle hops off the ring apron taking one side of the ladder while Silence holds the other as the each RUSH TOWARD’S & LEVEL RYAN DUSK WITH A LADDER RIGHT TO THE CHEST!!!!!! Dusk is down hard & violently, desperately trying to cover up his chest but the Monster pays no attention to his screams, instead taking full control of the ladder he turns it upside down & RAMS IT INTO DUSK’S RIBS!!!!!!
Ryan much like Kyle earlier is now gasping for breath as Shane standing on the apron once again directs the Monster who just simply drops the ladder across the back of Dusk who managed to turn over as Kyle position’s himself and NAILS A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP ON THE LADDER SITTING ON THE BACK OF RYAN DUSK!!!!!!!
Kyle grabbing the ladder slides it under the bottom rope and sets it up in a far corner of the ring up against the turnbuckle. While Silence drives his size 14 boot into the back of Dusk’s back before taking the “big man” up & into the ring. Shane can’t help but stomp directly on the back of Dusk’s head with a shot from his boots while Silence reaches down and wraps his massive hands around Ryan’s neck looking at him & shouting…..
“WHERE’S YOUR GOD NOW?”
Before THROWING DUSK ACROSS THE RING WHERE HE SLAMS FACE FIRST INTO THE LADDER IN THE CORNER!!!!!! Dusk’s body crumbles it’s as if he just ran into a brick wall, there is NO end to this sort of punishment and the WGWF Universe can’t help but chant…..
“ONE MORE TIME”…….”ONE MORE TIME”…….”ONE MORE TIME”
Dusk is out cold, his battered body barley convulsing as Silence throws up his hands in “victory” garnering a round of CHEERS from this crowd while Shane takes the time to unfold the ladder and POINTS UP!!!!
MEGA POP
Silence walks over holding the now contorted ladder for his partner as Shane reaches the top. Throwing his legs over the side and beginning to rise the “God of Game’s” look’s to descend from the heaven’s and….what…WHAT…THE “FROST BITE”….”THE FROST BITE” OUT OF NOWHERE ON THE MONSTER!!!!!!!!
Baxter “HEAVEN SENT, HELL BOUND…PAUL FROST IS HERE”
It’s a mixed reaction to say the best but the Monster has fallen under a severe case of the ‘Frost Bite” by the “Man in White” who looks up towards Kyle Shane before…..
B L A C K O U T
Diamond “What? Not again DAMMIT”
When the lights do return Kyle Shane is left STANDING in the middle of the ring where Silence’s body lies next to him, meanwhile up on the stage area the ladder has reappeared with Ryan Dusk leaning up against it catching his breath while Paul Frost sits on top of the ladder microphone in hand.
Frost: I think…..I think…..I think it’s about time for G O D
MEGA HEAT
Frost: To come down OFF his throne and BACK INTO MY RING!!!!!!
MIXED POP
Kyle can’t help but nod his head in agreement as a wily smile begins to creep across his face.
Frost: You’d like that wouldn’t you Shane? Of course you would since I just show you MERCY….(heat)….a few moments ago but G O D….(heat) is getting TRIED of showing mercy. I want to get my hands dirty, plunge them into the FILTH against blasphemer’s such as yourself and against that seven foot pile of CRAP you call a partner.
HEAT
Frost: You see April the 16th 2018……WRESTLEWAR’S…..(pop)……Kyle Shane…..(MEGA POP)…..Silence…(pop)….you BOTH will face one of God’s Horsemen….RYAN DUSK…(heat)….and you’ll BOTH come face to face with his partner…..
G O D.
Kyle can be seen mouthing “You’re full of SHIT Frost.”
Frost: At WrestleWar’s G O D ‘S message will NOT be one of mercy….instead it will be one of MASSACRE as Shane and Silence YOUR blood will be split…christening THIS very ladder where RYAN DUSK (heat)…will walk over YOUR “Frost Bitten” bodies and ascend up towards the heavens above and pull down GOD’S HOLY GOLD……
Frost looks up as the WGWF Tag Team Titles are lowered down from the rafter’s above into “GOD’s” hands
Frost: The WGWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP’S….(pop)…..G O D’S…(heat) Tag Team Title will indeed STAY around the waits of the FAITHFUL,(heat) BOTH the fallen and the risen ……
...IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER…
HEAT
…..THE SON…..
HEAT
…..and the….
HOLY FROST
MEGA HEAT
!!!AMEN!!!
Frost drops the microphone and RAISE UP BOTH TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP’S as Shane and now the recovering Silence look on with nothing but hatred in their eyes and championship dreams in their hearts.
Baxter : Talk about a MIRACLE on the road to WrestleWar’s the RETURN of Paul Frost not only in th erring, not only as a champion but into the tag team division into a LADDER match come April the 16th.
Diamond: Monumental ISN’T the word….it’s an understatement and while Frost cut his teeth in that division, Kyle Shane was and IS the measuring stick when it comes to tag team championship’s and with a monster on BOTH Kyle’s and Frost sides you gotta wonder what is it going to take to climb that stairway towards heaven and those tag team titles while HELL will be all around them.
Baxter: We’ll find out SOONER rather than later come WrestleWar’s where this HOLY WAR is just getting started.
GRIM DELETION (PART 1)
We cut to the back. The Jackdaw can be seen running along a series of corridors. It would appear there is a full blown search for GX and Lunacy taking place. It isn’t just Jackdaw and Brother Maylock, but even WGWF personnel have gotten involved. The Jackdaw breaks away from the main group, going along a more secluded section of corridor. The lights are not illuminated as they are throughout the rest of the backstage area.
Cautiously, The Jackdaw traverses along the corridor, his hand slides along the wall for support, trying to feel around in the darkness for a lightswitch. He looks back momentarily. He is now a long way away from the main corridor. He turns a corner, finally finding a switch. He looks up. At the end of the corridor, he sees GX laying on top of a dumpster, waving at him with a blood stained handkerchief in his hand. The Jackdaw charges along the corridor, only to see GX kick the dumpster away down another corridor after pushing at the wall with his feet. The Jackdaw continues to give chase, rapidly spinning around the corner. GX is stood there… at a dead end. Rather than look at all dismayed, GX lets out one of his signature smiles.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Have you heard?
The Jackdaw turns menacingly toward GX, looming over him. Xmyles stands his ground.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: I said HAVE YOU HEARD?
JACKDAW: Heard what?
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: You of all people should have heard! You’re called The Jackdaw and you don’t know about the word!?
JACKDAW: What are you talking about?
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: So you haven’t heard?
JACKDAW: Heard what!?
GRIMOIRE: THE FUCKING WORD!
JACKDAW: What word!?
Jackdaw notices that he is now learning up against a large black box-like structure. Upon glancing at it, he notices that it is a giant speaker! With a press of one of the buttons on the iPod revealed to be in GX’s gloved hand, the speaker suddenly blasts out a torrent of sound. The second the music starts, GX slips the iPod back into his jacket and retrieves a pair of frying pans resting on a nearside table; The Jackdaw is distracted by the sound of the song made famous by “The Trashmen” (and revived by Peter Griffin)
With every passing syllable, Grimoire slams one of the frying pans he weilds in each hand alternatingly straight into The Jackdaw’s face. He sings along is an aggressive way, literally screaming the lyrics in The Jackdaw’s face by the time the song reaches an interlude. Amidst the chaos, Grimoire lunges at the cameraman who dares to venture too close.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: I guess the bird ISN’T the word after all…
The camera clatters to the floor, tumbling over and over, sending the screen into a spiral until it finally comes to rest on its side, showing only the floor on top of which The Jackdaw’s feet and shins lay motionlessly. There is a hyena-like cackle in the background as The Jackdaw’s body is jerked away slightly in three separate intervals, as if being dragged into Hell.
By the time other members of the search party arrive, there is no sign of GX or The Jackdaw.
With no alternative, the cameras fade to black.
CHRIS DORLING AND THE KING REUNITE:
Backstage at the Colonial Life Arena and Dorling is kicking a vending machine.
DORLING: 'For fu...'
He stops as he sees a young boy, 9 or 10, with his parents. The kid is wearing a 'Team Dorling' shirt and the parents look a bit taken aback about the imminent language. A WGWF employee is with them and steps forward.
EMPLOYEE: 'Mr Dorling, this is Tommy. He's a big fan and would love to get an autograph.'
DORLING: 'Er, well, yeah. Sure thing boss. Come over here Tommy dude.'
?: 'Leave the fucking kids alone.'
The camera pans out to reveal MDK, now leaning against the vending machine.
MDK: 'Tommy, you look like a smart little fucker, come over here and get an autograph from a real man.'
The parents are aghast, the employee looks panicked.
MDK: 'Change that fucking t-shirt while you're at it.'
Tommy begins to back off towards his parents.
DORLING: 'No Tommy, you stay right there. Don't listen to this old has been. He's only interested if you've got another highly advantageous rematch clause somewhere in that little backpack of yours.'
MDK: 'Has been? Let me count the World Championships you've won...'
DORLING: 'Let me count the number of times you've beat me one on one...'
EMPLOYEE: 'Er, guys can we maybe...'
BOTH: 'SHUT UP.'
TOMMY: 'Mom, can we go?'
BOTH: NO!
M.D.K. turns back to Dorling.
M.D.K.: Listen up fuck-knuckle... You have been here for what... Half a cup of coffee? And you are trying to get me to fucking bite. You and that fucking oversized sack of shit Black Death are here and trying to make a name for yourself based on holding onto my fucking coat-tails. You’ll see later tonight what I do to people like you. Just like you’ll see what I’ll do at Wrestle Wars to that fucking potato...”
DORLING: 'Yeah, yeah. Same old MDK, same old excuses, same old ego. I'm coming for you, Danny. I'm coming for all of you, and it starts tonight with Page, out there in the middle of the ring. If you ever get the balls to face me again, you know where I am.'
MDK: 'Of course I do, I just follow the fucking whining like everybody else does.'
MDK grabs Tommy's notebook and pen and scribbles something down before slapping it back in his hands and leaving. Tommy looks at it and, as the camera man circles behind him we see what the message says.
'GO FUCK YOURSELF.'
Perfect Strangers by Deep Purple plays and the crowd let out a pop as Black Death emerges from the curtain. He bounces on the balls of his feet before trotting down to the ring.
Masters: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 320lbs... Black... DEATH!”
Diamond: “If anybody is going to be a great test for M.D.K. Ahead of fighting a Man-Beast like John Cable, it has to be this man. 320lbs... He is an absolute bear of a man.”
Baxter: “He’s also vastly experienced not that what I’m saying matters right now as nobody is reading this bit. They are probably skimming to the end to see who won.”
The house lights dim out as a single spotlight hits the top of the ramp. Walking out through the curtain and out into the spotlight is none other than M.D.K. He bathes in the light as well as the heat as he has a look of calm across his face before making his way down to the ring.
Baxter: “Here is a man with a greater focus than what is ahead of him tonight.”
Diamond: “And that could cost him against a man like Black Death. A veteran of the ring, a man who has worked with and against M.D.K. And a man who has one huge accolades in the world of professional wrestling.
Masters: “And his opponent… From London, England but now residing in Las Vegas Nevada… He weighs in at 270lbs… M… D… K…!”
Black Death circles the WGWF Hall of Fame Stud and shakes his head with a smile as M.D.K. Talks trash to the big man. M.D.K. Shrugs his shoulders and holds his hand out and offers a hand to his former tag partner and the crowd boo in derision.
Baxter: “The crowd aren’t appreciating that M.D.K. respects the history that he has with Black Death.”
Diamond: “And He will also remember the amount of times that M.D.K. has screwed him over.”
Black Death places his hands on his hips and looks cautiously at the Brit as his hand is offered and M.D.K. raises his eyebrows to emphasise sincerity. BD pauses and accepts the handshake and as they do, M.D.K. cracks Black Death in the side of the head with a left hand that staggers the big man and sends the crowd into a rage. BD staggers away and M.D.K. Tackles him to the mat and whales in with lefts and rights forcing Death into the foetal position.
Diamond: “And that is why you don’t trust the devil in human form that is M.D.K.”
The referee drags M.D.K. Away and admonishes him for the assault and M.D.K. wafts him away and heads back over to the big man and puts the boots into him before dragging him to his feet, wrapping his hands around his weight and hits a rolling belly to belly suplex! M.D.K. calmly rolls to his feet and again, I could write whatever I want now as outside of CCP, I highly doubt anybody else is reading this part judging from the poor amount of feedback received without nagging you. It’s not fair that you have to be nagged in order to leave feedback, you should want to see what the fruits of your labour have inspired us to put together for you. M.D.K. Drags BD up and delivers a few stiff knees before whipping him into the corner and follows up with a running knee that sends BD staggering out.
M.D.K. Delivers a jaw breaker to Black Death who staggers backwards but the former champion drags the bigger man back towards him and locks up and completes an exploder suplex! M.D.K. Rolls to his feet with a shake of his head before picking up the veteran and tosses him back into the corner and unleashes a flurry of boxing style lefts and rights before stepping back into the middle of the ring and charging forward to deliver a running Yakuza kick to the jaw of Black Death who slumps into the corner.
Baxter: “M.D.K. Is wasting no time tonight with this match. No wasted movements, no hesitation and no nonsense.”
M.D.K. stands over his old friend and delivers a few cheap kicks that evokes more boos from the crowd. Black Death stirs and M.D.K. Casually backs into the ropes and charges forwards and hits a running knee into the side of Black Death’s head and the former Experts Champion slumps to the mat.
M.D.K. Stands up and waits for Black Death looks down at the still sluggish adversary, turns to the referee and asks what’s going on. Black Death slowly drags himself up using the ropes and M.D.K. Charges up behind him and boots him in the back of the knee sending him crashing back to the mat.
Baxter: “This is an exhibition now...”
Diamond: “It’s more of an assault.”
M.D.K. stands up and hauls Black Death back up and snap suplexes him back to the mat.
Baxter: “I don’t think people are respecting the strength that M.D.K. is displaying tonight with that suplexing. That is a 320lb weight he is tossing around like a ragdoll.”
M.D.K. hauls up Black Death again and locks in a front headlock, delivers a series of heavy knees to the sternum before hitting a rolling neck-breaker and hooks the leg casually.
1!
2!
But Black Death is able to pop the shoulder which simply infuriates M.D.K. More. He stands up and drags the bigger man to his feet, whips him into the ropes but reverses it to drag Black Death in and in one fluid motion, lifts up and drives the Las Vegas native into the mat with a brutal spine-buster! He stands up and looks down at his adversary and spits on him before drawing his thumb across his throat.
Diamond: “It looks like M.D.K. Is signalling for the end...”
He drags Black Death up and locks up his arms... And drives him into the mat with a brutal HellShot! He rolls the heavy body of Black Death over and hooks the leg!
1!
2!
3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Masters: “Here is your winner... M... D... K!”
M.D.K. Pushes the referee away as he tries to raise his hand in victory and instead opts to roll out of the ring and snatch the chair and microphone away from Donald Masters and heads back into the ring.
Diamond: “Oh my god... What is he doing?”
Black Death is slowly being helped to his feet by the referee and is holding onto the ropes for support as M.D.K. Places the microphone to his lips.
M.D.K.: “Say my name!”
Black Death looks confused as M.D.K. Looks angered.
M.D.K.: “I said say my fucking name!”
M.D.K. Throws the microphone down and charges across the ring with the chair in hand and waffles Black Death over the head who slumps to the mat in a heap. M.D.K.’s eyes are wide with fury as he brings the chair down on the body of his downed opponent as the referee calls for help.
Baxter: “I think this is a message not aimed at Black Death...”
M.D.K. picks up the microphone and crouches over Black Death and screams into the microphone at him.
M.D.K.: “I said say my fucking name!”
Black Death is bleeding now as M.D.K. shoves the microphone against his mic and he mumbles M.D.K.’s name barely and the assailant stands up with a smug grin across his face as he sweeps Black Death out of the ring as though he was garbage. He then wipes the microphone on his shorts before speaking.
M.D.K.: “Peons, peasants and pissants... You’re welcome!”
Huge heat.
M.D.K.: “You’re welcome because at Wrestle Wars you are going to see just that only with the fucking potato in the centre of the ring. That fucking lackey wants to interrupt my tea party with Chris Page last week? That fat bitch wants to try and draw tea and sympathy by having a tale about his death released. That arson loving murderer wants to try and intimidate me because I refuse to respect him enough to utter his name?”
He turns to the camera and breaks the fourth wall.
M.D.K.: “Something that his former owner has tried to do with all the heat of a vanilla sorbet...”
Before addressing the crowd again.
M.D.K.: “You see, it doesn’t need to have a title on the line or be a ghost of the past in order to be the biggest draw at Wrestle Wars. The Powers that be could axe every other fucking match from the card and it would still sell out because they want to watch me do what everyone thought had been done by poorly constructed scaffolding last week. And that is end that fucking potato once and for all by rendering him truly... And utterly... INFERIOR!”
Charlie Big Potato plays again and M.D.K. makes his way back up the ramp.
Diamond: “That right there is a message to anybody... Not just John Cable... But anybody daring to stand in the way of the self proclaimed Crimson King of the WGWF....”
GRIM DELETION (PART 2)
Backstage, we see Brother Maylock running along a familiar looking section of corridor. He has a concerned look on his face. Not only is he hunting down GX and Lunacy, but he has also lost contact with The Jackdaw. He approaches a dumpster that appears to be out of place. It is angled precariously away from the wall, as if somebody has placed it there intentionally. He looks down at the ground… a small pool of fresh blood lays at his feet. As he examines the blood, he does not notice the odious threat appear from the bin behind him Slithering out of the dumpster like a snake, GX suddenly mutters into Maylock’s ear In a forced deep voice.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Omae wa mou… shindeiru!
BROTHER MAYLOCK: Nani!?
An arm shoots around Brother Maylock’s neck and coils around it. His eyes widen in shock. Within mere seconds, the sleeper hold has Brother Maylock completely unconscious. Slowly but surely, he is dragged upwards into the dumpster like the prey of a trapdoor spider. The lid flumps shut. There is a moment of silence, before a sudden toll of a bell is heard. The hollow ringing noise is not made in the conventional manner. Rather than being struck by the hammer within the bell, it is as though the bell impacts against pure bone. Grimoire cackles to himself, speaking aloud.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Now that these two idiots are out of the way, the REAL fun can begin…
The cameras quickly cut away from this disturbing scene.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE BARRED FROM THE BUILDING:
The crowd roars as Andy Johnson-Page enters the back of the building wielding the Television Championship over his shoulder when he’s stopped by security as well as Flash Rotten.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “What happened to you? Looks like you got your ass kicked!”
Andy spouts out at Flash who simply shakes his head as Andy continues.
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “What’s all this about?”
Flash lets out a deep sigh before stating.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I’m going to shoot straight with you; because you’re not medically cleared to compete Adam Barker, Chairman of the WGWF Board of Directors, has barred you from the building. In his eyes and in the eyes of the Board of Directors you are a liability when you consider the last six weeks between you and your father.”
The crowd starts to boo intently.
FLASH ROTTEN- “My hands are tied.”
ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE- “That’s a load of crap!”
FLASH ROTTEN- “While I tend to agree with you there’s nothing that I can do about it. The guards in front of you have been instructed per Adam Barker to stop you at that door and should you take one more step they have been authorized to use physical force to restrain you.”
Flash looks at Andy intently as he continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “If you never listen to anything I’ve said listen to me now… Walk away and save it for Wrestle Wars.”
Andy nods his head before eyeing down the members of the security force. The crowd boos loudly as Andy turns around and walks out of the building.
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MASTERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a part of the "Legend vs. Legends" tour between two WGWF Hall of Famers and former World Champions! Introducing first, from Melbourne Australia, and weighing in at 230 lbs. He is a Grand Slam Champion. He is one half of one of the most dominant tag teams in the companies history. He is the Iceman! He is The LOSSSST LEGENDDDD! He is... THE ANARCHISSSSTTTTTTTTT... DEAN! JAMES!
The crowd cheers loudly as the intro to 'Coming Home' by Avenged Sevenfold plays and the arena lights dim down and turn blue and smoke begins to billow from behind the entrance curtain. The blue lights begin to flash around the stage. As the drums kick up in the song the lights flash in sync with the drum beats. At around the fifty four second mark into the song the curtains burst open and out walks Dean James wearing a hooded jacket with no sleeves. Dean James stands in the middle of the stage, he removes the hood from atop his head and merely looks over the crowd in attendance, soaking it all in.
Dean James begins to walk down the entrance ramp and once he reaches the bottom he slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He stands to his feet and climbs up onto the nearest ropes and looks out across the crowd as the crowd cheer. Dean James places one hand to his forehead to shield his eyes from the spotlight. He then jumps down from the ropes and sits down in the corner of the ring and waits for his old foe.
MASTERS: And his opponent... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 222 lbs. He is a two time Master of the Mat, a Global Cup winner, a Battle Lines Survivor, and a four time Hall of Famer in the industry... THE PRODIGY... THE PROPHECY... THE PEOPLES G.O.A.T... JAMMMMMMMMMMESSSSSSSSS RAAAAAAAAAVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNN!!!
The drum beat and guitar solo of "BLEED IT OUT" by Linkin Park start and a series of white and blue spotlights come up and pan the crowd. Mike Shinodas voice is heard on the speakers singing.
“Now here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line, throw ‘em up and let something shine, going out of my fucking mind… filthy mouth, no excuse, find a new place to hang this noose, string me up from atop these roofs, high and tight so I wont get loose.”
By now the fans are going wild and cheering as the spotlights slowly make their way to the top of the entrance ramp where a dim fog begins to form.
“Truth is you can stop and stare, rub myself out and no one cares, dug the trench out and lay down there with a shovel up, out of reach somewhere… yeah, someone pouring in, make it a dirt glass floor again, say your prayers and stomp it out when they bring that chorus in.”
The spotlights come together as one, and the fog fills the top of the ramp until the downbeat hits and a major blue and silver pyrotechnic display goes off and the rest of the arena lights turn up to full. When the smoke clears James Raven is seen on top of the ramp, his hands thrown up over his head and a huge smile on his face.
“I BLEED IT OUT!!! Diggin’ deeper just to throw it away, I BLEED IT OUT!!!”
James makes his way down the ramp, high fiving fans and posing for pictures with several of them until he reaches the base of the ramp. Then, he pauses for a few seconds and sprints for the ring, diving in under the bottom rope and sliding in to the center of the mat on his hands and knees. He poses for a second, then gets up and runs for the turnbuckle, climbing up and posing yet again for the fans before doing a 360 degree spin off and doing the same on the opposite turnbuckle. As his music fades out he stretches in his corner, eyeing Dean James and waiting for the opening bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Dean James and James Raven slowly circle each other after the bell, the two legends eyeing each other cautiously before lunging in to tie up. Dean James gains the early advantage, twisting Raven into a hammerlock and driving him back into the ropes. The two stars bounce off and Dean uses the momentum to Irish whip Raven across the ring as hard as he can. Raven slams hard into the corner turnbuckle and clutches his chest in pain before stumbling out to the middle of the mat... only to be met by a hesitation dropkick from “The Anarchist” Dean James!
A small pocket of Dean James fans in the crowd break into a loud chant, supporting their heroes quick start:
“AN-AR-CHIST! AN-AR-CHIST! AN-AR-CHIST!”
Sharp claps break up the syllables, and Dean James raises his fist graciously to thank them for their support. Seeing this obvious shift in momentum happening, a group of James Raven supporters break into a chant of their own;
“PEO-PLES GOAT! PEO-PLES GOAT! PEO-PLES GOAT!”
The duelling screams echo through the arena, growing louder and louder as Raven climbs to his feet and the two legends square off once more! Dean James extends his hand, offering a tie up that Raven slowly accepts. Raven uses his power to bend Dean backwards before shifting to a headlock and squeezing his old foe tightly. Dean struggles to free himself, eventually pulling his head loose and escaping only to be caught with an elbow to the face the moment he stands up straight! Raven baited him! Dean James doubles over and Raven locks in another headlock, sprinting towards the ropes and leaping through the air...
BAXTER: HOLY- James Raven just used the middle rope as a springboard to hit a... I don’t know, a swinging bulldog I guess you could call it?
BARKER: I don’t know what you’d call it either, I just know that it was damned impressive!
Raven spikes Dean James face first into the canvas, then rolls him over onto his back and hooks the leg for the cover as the referee slides across the mat and into position to make the count!
ONE!!!
TW-
BAXTER: Kickout by Dean James! It’s going to take a lot more than that to keep The Iceman down.
ROTTEN: But how much would it take to keep The Anarchist down, or the Lost Legend?
BAXTER: Shut up, Flash. You’re not funny.
ROTTEN: I’m hilarious.
Raven backs away from Dean, allowing the former Champion to climb to his feet slowly. The two men stare at each other, neither wanting to rush in with an attack and get countered, until finally Raven strikes first with a quick forearm. Dean James sees it coming and leans backwards to dodge, throwing a heavy knee up into Ravens midsection which The People’s GOAT sees coming and expertly blocks. Raven tries to grab Dean around the shoulders, but Dean James catches his arm on the way in and tries to twist into a hip toss. Raven keeps his feet firmly on the canvas, his dead weight stopping the hiptoss and leaving Dean James open for an arm drag takedown! Dean flat backs off the mat, the entire ring shaking as Raven leaps over his prone body and bounces off the far side ring ropes.
BAXTER: Dean James is back on his feet!
ROTTEN: Raven tries to hit a short arm clothesline, but Dean is able to duck underneath!
Dean James slides behind Raven and grabs him around the waist, hurling the legend with a German suplex that leaves Raven skidding across the mat. Dean rushes to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top rope as the fans begin to cheer wildly! Raven springs to his feet and rushes to the corner, climbing to the middle rope and staring Dean in the eyes before hammering him with a right hand! And another! And another!
BAXTER: Raven clobbering Dean James at the top of the turnbuckle! The fans love it!
ROTTEN: He tries to hook Deans head for a superplex, but Dean wriggles free and shoves him hard from the ropes to the mat!
James Raven is down after crashing hard to the canvas, and Dean James stands up straight on the ringpost, he's looking for the 5-Star Performance! Dean James looking for an epic frog splash!
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JAMES RAVEN MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! James rolls to his feet and cocks backwards, looking for an F.Y.S. superkick to take Dean James' head clean off!
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DEAN DUCKS! Dean hits a Keanu Reeves like back-bend and watches Ravens foot sail over him, then he reaches up and grabs Ravens foot, dragging him to the ground and rolling him over, climbing atop the former champion and locking in a Texas Cloverleaf! Dean has Raven in a tight Cloverleaf, but Raven is slowly rolling his legs and his hips to escape, then flips himself around quickly and wraps his legs tightly around Dean James' head... DEAN JAMES IS LOCKED IN THE RAVENLOCK! Dean is trapped in the triangle choke!
"LET'S GO RA-VEN!"
"AN-AR-CHIST!"
"LET'S GO RA-VEN!"
"AN-AR-CHIST!"
"LET'S GO RA-VEN!"
"AN-AR-CHIST!"
BAXTER: Raven squeezes as tight as he can, trying to submit his old rival, but Dean James refuses to submit this easily in his long-awaited return to the WGWF!
Dean throws his leg behind him, managing to hook his foot over the bottom rope.
REFEREE: ROPE BREAK! Let him go, Raven!
James reluctantly does as he's told and lets go of the Lost Legend, squirming out from underneath Dean and climbing to his feet, making his way to the corner to catch his breath and strategize as Dean rubs his throat and slowly stands up while using the ropes for support. The crowd is off the charts right now! They're loving this match up of WGWF Hall of Famers, the James Raven "Legend vs. Legends" tour a smash hit once more! Raven turns to stare at Dean, turning out of the corner as Dean lets go of the ropes and manages to stand under his own power. The two slowly circle each other before locking up to a huge pop from the crowd! We're back underway! Each man is shown jockeying for position, but it's Raven who snaps Dean over with a lightning quick arm drag. The crowd roars as Raven springs back to his feet with Dean in close pursuit. They quickly lock up once again, this time Dean snatches a head lock, he takes Raven over with a headlock take over, Raven quickly counters the attempt with a head scissors, Dean counters that by flipping over Raven stacking his shoulders to the mat.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
T-
The crowd roars as Raven bridges up, turning his body inward before executing a back slide and pinning Dean's shoulders suddenly.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
T-
Dean James kicks out! Both Raven and The Iceman reach a vertical base where it's Dean who drives a knee to the midsection of Raven before taking over with several stiff right hands backing Raven up into the ropes, Dean shoots Raven across the ring with an irish whip and Raven rebounds off the ropes, Dean ducks his head looking for a back body drop, but it's Raven who counters with a swinging neck breaker! Raven makes the quick cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
BAXTER: Another kickout by Dean James! These two have picked up the pace now, trying to put an end to this match!
The Anarchist shoots his left shoulder up off the mat! Raven grabs a rear chin lock, he applies the pressure, but Dean manages to work himself to a standing position and he turns into the chin lock, lifting Raven up in the air before driving him down into the mat with a side suplex! James shakes things off, and Dean drives a stiff kick to the shoulder blades of Raven as he attempts to get to his feet. Dean picks Raven up, lacing him across the chest with a knife edge chop!
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
BAXTER: The crowd fires up a cheer that would make Mr. Fliehr proud, if he was still here to feud with Borden every week.
ROTTEN: He's not. Deal with it.
Dean lands a second chop to the chest, followed by a third which sends Raven back into the corner, Dean shoots Raven across the ring again with an irish whip sending him crashing into the opposite turnbuckle! James charges in after Raven, but Raven lands a reverse elbow staggering Dean James backwards several feet which allows Raven to step up to the middle turnbuckle!
BAXTER: Raven leaps off the middle rope with a Cross Body attempt!
ROTTEN: Dean James counters, catching Raven in mid-air and using the momentum to drive him into the mat with a scooping slam! Dean James makes the cover! This could be it!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TH-
Raven kicks out to a huge ovation from the crowd! This is absolute insanity! These two are trading move for move, an incredible display of the two of the best in-ring talents the WGWF has ever seen!
BAXTER: Flash, it's been back and forth in the opening minutes of this match... neither man can maintain a distinct advantage!
Rotten: When you're as evenly matches as these two men, it's all you can expect. These two have faced each other a half dozen times over the past decade, they know what the other brings to the table!
Dean James struggles to a vertical base. He picks Raven up before taking a back waist lock, hurling Raven backwards with a German Release Suplex! Raven lands hard on the canvass, and Dean reaches his feet once more. He steps through the ropes to the ring apron where he begins to climb to the top rope. He could be looking for the 5-Star Performance again! In the ring, Raven pushes himself up off the mat, the crowd cheering loudly! Dean stands up high on the top rope, but opts out of a high risk maneuver and leaps off the top with a double axe handle, the crowd explodes as Raven knocks Dean out of the air with a standing vertical dropkick! Dean is sent flying across the ring and through the ropes to the floor! Raven stands up, sucking in several deep breaths, and he measures Dean James who begins to stir on the floor! Raven bounces off the far side, and as Dean stand up Raven dives between the top and middle rope landing a Suicide Dive to perfection! The crowd roars as Raven pops to his feet on the floor and pumps his fist in celebration.
BAXTER: James Raven just turned things around with that Suicide Dive, and he is fired up!
Raven picks Dean up before hoisting him up in the air, and dropping Dean James chest and sternum first across the fan barricade! Raven picks Dean up again and tosses him back into the ring, Raven slides back into the ring and picks Dean up, hurling him back to the mat with a Northern Light Suplex with a bridge. The referee slides himself into position!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-
Dean kicks out before the three count. Raven stands, slower than before as he tries to take a few deep breaths, but as he does Dean pops to his feet and snaps Raven over with a TazzPlex! Dean wastes little time in getting back to his feet where he takes both legs of Raven, and turns him over locking in another Texas Cloverleaf!
ROTTEN: Another Texas Cloverleaf! Dean James is really looking to make a statement here tonight by tapping out the legend, but Raven refuses to quit!
The crowd begins a massive "RAVEN, RAVEN, RAVEN" chant as Dean sits further back on the back of Raven. The referee is in perfect position, and asks Raven if he wants to surrender. Raven refuses, and the crowd begins to get louder and louder as Raven begins to inch his way towards a set of ropes. He reaches out, grabbing a hold of the bottom rope to a huge pop from the crowd! Dean lets go of the cloverleaf and pulls Raven out to the middle of the ring before dropping a elbow across the lower back of Raven, and quickly locking in a Crippler Crossface!
BAXTER: Dean James is putting on a clinic against Raven here! Great submissions!
Dean James cranks back on the Crossface, and Raven finally manages to counter by pushing himself up off the mat with his free hand and shifting his weight, rolling backwards and stacking Deans shoulders to the mat!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE-
Dean has no choice but to release the hold to avoid being pinned., and he slides out from underneath Raven and lifts the Peoples G.O.A.T. to his feet! He fires Raven across the ring, and Raven bounces off the ropes but manages to duck under a Dean James clothesline attempt crossing the ring to the opposite set of ropes and leaping up to the middle one to use it as a springboard for a soaring backflip that nearly freezes time...
BAXTER: The RAVENSAULT! A springboard moonsault from the middle rope! James Raven can end this here!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
ROTTEN: Dean James kicks out! I can't believe he was able to kick out of that, and neither can Raven!
Dean James looks hurt, and James Raven looks exhausted, but both struggle to reach their feet at the same time with Dean landing a hard right hand, and Raven firing back with a right hand of his own. Dean fires back with a left, Raven drills a left to match. Dean lands another right, and Raven ROCKS Dean with a European Uppercut that sends The Lost Legend back into the ropes! Raven rushes Dean looking to send him over the top rope, but Dean drops down to the mat, yanking the top rope down in the process and sending Raven spilling out to the floor!
Rotten: These two are stars!
Dean doesn't waste any time, he makes his way to the top rope on the inside of the ring, Raven is shown working his way up, and the crowd explodes as Dean leaps off the top rope with a Shooting Star Press, crashing down on top of Raven sending both men to the arena floor!
"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
BAXTER: The hang time by Dean James! So impressive! What a dangerous move!
Rotten: It sure paid off, though!
The referee begins to count out both men, but it's Dean James who is first to his feet. He picks up Raven before bouncing his head off the ring apron. Dean tosses Raven back into the ring, and he slides in after him making another cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TH-
The crowd explodes as Raven shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Dean is getting frustrated but understands the end may be near, and doesn't give Raven a chance to recover. He lifts his opponent and sends him across the ring with an irish whip, Raven bounces off the ropes and Dean James looks for a tiltawhirl slam, but it's Raven who counters the attempt with a reverse DDT! Raven rolls out to the ring apron, he pulls himself to his feet where he begins to make his way to the top turnbuckle!
ROTTEN: Uh oh, now it's Raven looking to go to the air!
BAXTER: What's James Raven got in mind?!?!?!
In the ring, Dean pushes himself up to a vertical base, and as he does Raven leaps off the top rope with a corkscrew elbow! The crowd explodes as Raven makes a cover hooking the far leg.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE-
The crowd gasps again as Dean barely is able to shoot the shoulder up off the mat. Raven beats Dean to his feet, and lays a hard forearm shot to the side of the head of Dean James before sending him bouncing off the ropes! Dean rebounds, and it's Raven who plants Dean into the mat with a vicious Samoan Drop! Raven kips up to his feet and walks confidently towards a set of turnbuckles. The crowd is on their feet! Dean James, slowly works his way to a vertical base, Raven takes a few steps back before shuffling towards his opponent and letting loose with a destructive superkick targeting the Anarchists jaw!
BAXTER: F.Y.S!!
ROTTEN: Say the full name, it's the Fuck You Shank!
While not as powerful or explosive as Big Shanks original maneuver, James makes sure his superkick looks a hell of a lot better. Dean eats the kick and slumps lifelessly to the mat, Raven collapsing on top of him in exhaustion. The referee slides across the canvas, slapping the mat loudly as he screams out the count in unison with the crowd!
"OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
TWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"THHHHHHHHREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"
Dean James kicks out! The crowd explodes!!!
Rotten: HOW CLOSE WAS THAT!!!!! I can't believe Dean is still conscious!
BAXTER: Both of these men are leaving it ALL in the ring!
Raven, absolutely shocked that can't put Dean James away reaches a vertical base. He looks down at Dean, picking him up by the hair. Raven fires Dean into the ropes, the Iceman bouncing off the ropes, Raven ducks his head too early which allows Dean to connect with a Double Arm DDT!
ROTTEN: OUCH! Raven was just spiked into the mat there!
Both James Raven and Dean James lay on the mat... the crowd is stirring up another chant directed towards both competitors.
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
It's Dean who manages to rally first, standing and stepping through the ropes where he once again slowly begins to climb to the top turnbuckle. Raven, lays motionless on the mat, Dean stands up top and poses for the crowd before leaping off with another Frog Splash!
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HE LANDS IT THIS TIME!
BAXTER: 5 STAR PERFORMANCE! THIS IS GOING TO BE IT!
ROTTEN: He almost snapped James Raven in half with that one! MY GOD!
Dean makes a cover on Raven, he hooks the right leg.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE-
The roof explodes as Raven shoots his left shoulder up off the mat, eyelashes away from the fatal three count!
BAXTER: I don't believe it!!!
ROTTEN: Neither can Dean James!
Dean, demands a faster count, but the official shows him two fingers as another "LET'S GO RAVEN" chant echo's throughout the arena. Dean stands slowly, fire in his eyes as he calls for the Box Office Smash!
BAXTER: This could be the end of James Raven!
Dean patiently waits for Raven to push himself up to his feet and Dean catches Raven with a boot to the midsection, he looks to hook up Box Office Smash but it's Raven who counters with a back body drop! Dean quickly gets back to up where Raven is ready and looking for the Flight of the Raven, but Dean is able to counter again by shoving Raven into the ropes! Raven bounces off the ropes and into a Sleeper Hold by Dean James!
ROTTEN: Uh-oh! Sleeper! It can't end like this!
Raven struggles, but manages to turn inside and he looks for a side suplex. Dean flips over Raven, landing on his feet! Raven turns around catching a boot to the midsection, Dean hoists Raven up in the air before driving him into the mat with a Brainbuster! Dean pops up and he points to the top rope once more before stepping out to the ring apron, and for what could be the final time Dean begins to climb up to the top rope.
BAXTER: What else can he possibly do?!?!?!
Raven is shown rolling over onto his chest as Dean stands up on the top rope, Raven pushes himself up off the mat just as Dean leaps off the top rope looking for another splash! Raven springs up off the mat catching Dean in mid air with the FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN!
BAXTER: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
ROTTEN: THE FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN! HE CATCHES DEAN JAMES MIDAIR, AND THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT!
The crowd explodes as Raven makes the cover hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING....DING....DING....
BAXTER: It's over! Dean James has fallen to The Peoples G.O.A.T. James Raven! The Legend vs. Legends tour just keeps on rolling, and the fans here are absolutely loving it!
Dean James and James Raven lay side by side on the canvas, both completely drained to the point that they can't even move! Medical professionals rush down to ring side to make sure the men are OK, but it doesn't look serious. The fans are on their feet, blown away by what they've just seen!
Suddenly the words..
EMBRACE CHAOS:
Appear on the Jumbo Tron when suddenly
[PLAY]
We transition between clips of the careers of JAMES RAVEN and LEGION: their various title wins, big moments, and the times they’ve clashed in the ring.
“Two men, two careers intertwined over the years. Whether feeling unstable or fulfilling a prophecy, these men are two halves of the same coin: cocky, brash, talented…and yet, more often than not, one prevails over the other.”
Cut to the last encounter between the two men, in which Legion came up short. Raven reaches out to shake Legion’s hand after the match, but Legion slaps it aside before leaving the ring.
“What must Legion do to overcome the odds of his contemporary? What strategy can he employ to finally pick up that elusive win over James Raven?”
Suddenly, we cut to static…and from static we see the face of Legion himself.
“Embrace chaos.”
Behind him stand his disciples, holding onto a bloodied and beaten Axel the Shark. Legion smiles as he paces back and forth, looking over at the Kids’ Champion as he begins to speak.
“Whatever are we going to do with you, Axel? Look how far you’ve fallen from grace. You’re supposed to be a hero to the kids…how can they look up to a broken man in a shark suit?”
Legion looks back to us as he continues.
“People have been wondering why I came back to WGWF, why I went after Axel the Shark…and why I disappeared after West Coast Rumble. There was a time when I had hope for men like Axel the Shark, that they would inspire the world to bring change…but that hope faded into darkness when I saw the world for what it was. The world is a broken place, and that’s when I realized we are all broken…and I decided to teach that lesson to your Kids’ Champion. Axel the Shark is now a broken man, a shell of his former self…and he is only the first. When all hope is lost, you have to accept reality.”
Legion’s disciples slam Axel into the wall, much to his delight as he continues once more.
“One man that hasn’t accepted reality is James Raven, a man whose shadow I’ve had to stand in for most of my career. We both came up in this business around the same time, and yet it’s his name on the marquee week after week. His face is in the spotlight, he’s the one hitting the pay window…and I’m stuck being second best. It’s enough to make a man sick…but I’ve found the cure. There is a question that has been gnawing at my psyche for years…how do I beat James Raven?”
Legion chuckles, knowing the answer to his own question.
“There is an opportunity at hand, true believers. James Raven has set himself up for failure by establishing his little Legend vs Legends tour, and I’ve decided to take him up on his challenge. We not only share a good chunk of our career, we share the same date of birth…and Wrestle Wars 12 happens to fall around that time. Why not have one more Birthday Brawl, for old time’s sake? We were meant to fight forever, you and I…but at Wrestle Wars, I will be the one that’s victorious. I will beat you this time around, because I have learned the most important lesson of all…to embrace chaos.”
Legion turns his attention back to Axel, laying into the Kids’ Champion with some hard right hands as we cut to black.
[END TRANSMISSION]
GRIM DELETION (PART 3)
The cameras cut to a location far away from the arena. It looks like some form of abandoned gas station. Though the structure itself looks relatively modern, the lack of light shining on the forecourt and over the petrol pumps hides the severity of the vandalism caused to the store’s windows. The only sources of illumination come from street lights and the headlights of an oncoming vehicle that drives straight past the pumps and towards the entrance of the mechanized car wash.
Strangely, the car wash looks brand new, well maintained and nowhere near as vandalized as the gas station next to which it is situated. The car that approaches is a gray Cadillac Fleetwood 75 sedan; it looks old and tired, moving slowly across the forecourt as if using a zimmer frame. There is an unusual choice of ornament strapped onto the bonnet of the car… not so much an ornament; more of a hostage. The driver’s wicked grin displays malicious intentions.
The Cadillac pulls up at the entrance to the car wash. Grimoire kicks the driver door open and whimsically steps out. The window is open very slightly. He takes the liberty of locking the vehicle before posting the keys through the small gap. They land on the driver’s seat. He smiles to himself before taking a few steps into the cleaning chamber itself. It quickly becomes apparent that this car wash is no longer suitable for cleaning vehicles. If anything, it is the exact opposite. The rollers that were once surrounded solely by ‘feather duster-like’ bristles are now being kept back by ream after ream of barbed wire and razor wire; giving the impressions of industrialized thorn bushes. Grimoire rubs his hands like an evil genius, cackling maniacally in a manner befitting. Lunacy continues to yank at his restraints, trying to break free, but Grimoire has fastened him too securely, making escape almost impossible.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Welcome to your destruction, Mr. Winston.
Grimoire turns to Lunacy and mounts the bonnet of the Cadillac like a cat, crawling stealthily over the top of Lunacy before grabbing his forehead with his hand and bouncing his head off the bonnet, ripping away his mask to reveal a battered and bruised face with more lacerations than a cactus has spines. He slides down the oversized metal hood with legs and arms outstretched to admire his handiwork once more.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Have you ever wondered the meaning of the name which you call yourself? Do you want to know what ‘lunacy’ really is? To call something ‘lunacy’ makes it easier to explain things that we don’t understand. That’s your mantra, is it not? Permit me to show you a whole new definition…
Grimoire smiles as he turns away from view. The sound of a zipper lowering is heard. With the mask still in hand, he positions it beneath his crotch. An inconsistent stream of urine begins to trickle to the ground. Seconds pass before Grimoire lets out a relieved sigh. He pulls his pants back up, fastening them securely and holding the sodden mask out in front of him. With a grin, he returns to the bonnet of the Cadillac and throws the urine-soaked mask back over his head. The combination of ammonia against his open wounds begin to sting. Lunacy splutters and thrashes as Grimoire slides down the bonnet once more. Stood next to a pin-code console just to the right of the contraption’s entry, Grimoire inputs a series of keys to initiate the machine. With a loud clunk, a conveyer that runs the length of the car wash begins to pull the vehicle forward. The machine that looks like something that a villain from a James Bond film would conceive groans menacingly, sending a spray of water ahead of Lunacy. Slowly, the vehicle is dragged towards the instruments of destruction.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: A towel gets wetter as it dries. This will dirty you as it cleans you. It’s going to be a real BLOOD BATH!
He begins laughing crazily once again. Suddenly, the sound of a second vehicle screeching from afar draws nearer and nearer, the rev of the engine suggests desperation. The newcomers bounce over the speed hump leading into the service station, screeching to a halt a mere few feet away from the car wash. Grimoire turns with a knowing grin as a bloodied and battered Brother Maylock and Jackdaw stumble out of the car, armed with baseball bats. The injuries that they have sustained earlier in the night are still evident. How they are even able to stand is anybody’s guess. Grimoire slowly spins on his heel.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: Anarchy… I KNEW YOU’D COME!
Wasting no time, The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock simultaneously rush GX, swinging their baseball bats with no way for him to block. As The Jackdaw continues the assault, Brother Maylock rushes towards the Cadillac once GX is grounded. Inside of the car wash, the rollers have begun to spin, flailing barbed wire lashes at the air. Lunacy draws ever closer, slowly and helplessly. Brother Maylock attempts to shield himself from the freezing soapy water being sprayed from the machinery as he fumbles with the door. It is locked, yet he can see the keys resting on the driver’s seat. He uses his baseball bat like a hammer, swinging at the window. It takes a couple of attempts, but he is able to penetrate the glass. He reaches into the vehicle, unlocking the door from the inside and quickly climbing in, wincing as he sits on the shards of glass that have fallen onto the seat.
Lunacy’s eyes widen as the barbed-wire rollers begin to approach. The sound of grating metal is heard as the razor wire rips away the paintwork around the front bumper, threatening to come into contact with his feet any second now. Slamming the car into reverse immediately after turning the ignition, Maylock backs the car away, almost mowing down The Jackdaw and GX inadvertently. He tries to brake… but he can’t! The Cadillac is stuck in reverse gear! He tries to the disengage the engine, but the key snaps off it the ignition slot! The Jackdaw quickly looks back as the Cadillac continues to reverse out of control. Brother Maylock has resorted to spinning the vehicle in a circle, Lunacy is almost being dragged away from his shackles by the force of the vehicle spinning. The screeching of the tires is deafening. Jackdaw looks for a moment too long as GX tackles him to the mat and rams the back of his head forcefully into the concrete, knocking him out cold.
GX slowly clambers back up, dusting himself off and wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth with his hand. He looks at it for a moment before lapping the blood away with his tongue. He picks up The Jackdaw’s baseball bat and begins to pace towards the out of control Cadillac. With an almighty throw, he launches the bat straight at the vehicle, missing Lunacy’s head by mere inches, but shattering the windscreen. Brother Maylock shields his eyes from the debris, but sees his chance. He tries to keep himself from falling from the car as he reaches over the dashboard and clambers onto the bonnet in a bid to relieve some of the pressure from Lunacy’s shackles. GX skips far around the circumference of the ‘donut’ created from the burning rubber toward a stack of rubble laying at one side of the ruined gas station. Like a troublesome teenager, he begins to pelt the Cadillac with debris of varying sizes. Most strike the metalwork, but Brother Maylock has to continuously shield both Lunacy and himself from the barrage of missiles that GX launches in their direction.
Finally, after much struggling, Brother Maylock is able to free one of Lunacy’s hands. He frees the other in quick succession, but the centrifugal force of the spinning vehicle makes Lunacy’s body go limp. One foot slips out of GX’s restraint, causing his head to spin dangerously close to the concrete. GX sees his opportunity and grabs the baseball bat once again, trying to pick out the best place to strike. Brother Maylock quickly clambers back into the driver’s seat before another full rotation can be made. GX swings violently with the baseball bat. Lunacy scrunches himself up as much as he can, missing the wooden bat ever so slightly. He tries to gain a purchase on the car’s bodywork, being careful not to entangle his arm under the rolling wheels. He leans the opposite direction, grabbing a hold of the Cadillac’s front fender. He drags himself towards to trapped foot as GX runs towards the 4X4 that The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock had arrived in.
Foolishly, they had left the keys in the ignition.
GX grins as he starts up the land rover, reversing a short distance to give himself a better run up. He floors the accelerator, the wheelspin leaving streak marks of rubber in the tarmac as GX hurtles towards Lunacy and Brother Maylock. Noticing the peril they are both in, Brother Maylock changes the direction of the regular circle that they had been travelling in up to now. GX flies past them, slamming on the brakes to reassess his position. In doing so, Lunacy is flung from the bonnet, rolling limply across the concourse. The Cadillac still wails in its unstoppable backward thrust. GX lets out a slightly frustrated grimace as he sees Lunacy slowly drag himself out of harm’s way, being assisted by the recently recovered Jackdaw. He rolls down the window, before screaming at Lunacy.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: ARE WE DESTINED TO DO THIS DANCE FOREVER?
With that, GX begins reversing, barreling straight towards Lunacy and The Jackdaw. They look up light rabbits frozen in the headlights. It is only the quick thinking of Brother Maylock that prevents a bigger catastrophe, hurling the Cadillac straight into the back of the 4X4.
CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!
Airbags rupture in the faces of GX and Maylock, the Cadillac finally spluttering itself to death. There is a moment of silence amidst the chaotic scene. Moments pass before Brother Maylock is able to free himself from the mangled Cadillac, falling onto the tarmac amidst a shower of glass shards. Seconds later, the door of the 4X4 also shoots open. GX stumbles a little bit, seemingly having taken a hefty bump but is still standing, albeit swaying a little. He reaches back into the 4X4 and grabs the baseball bat and lurches towards Brother Maylock, holding the baseball bat high above his head. Before he can deliver the deathblow, he is tackled viciously by Lunacy. His bloodstained mask embodies his inner rage, repeatedly punching Grimoire across the jaw. He is relentless, even as Grimoire laughs maniacally. However, he leaves himself open to a thrust of the baseball bat into his face. Lunacy falls back, holding his face as GX pushes himself up, delivering a swift kick to the gut. GX goes in for the kill, but is tripped by Brother Maylock yanking at his feet, sweeping him clean off his feet. The baseball bat clatters to the ground, rolling in Lunacy’s direction. Lunacy stares at the bat, clasping it in his hand as GX kicks Brother Maylock away.
Lunacy swings the bat at GX, thinking that he has left himself open, but GX ducks out of harm’s way. He punches Lunacy right in the face before wrapping his fingers around Lunacy’s neck and pushing his thumbs deep into his throat. He forces Lunacy back, ramming him up against the side of the ruined Cadillac. Lunacy gasps for breath, unable to inhale the oxygen his body needs for survival. Grimoire’s face turns from deathly serious to one of malignant villainy, believing this to be the final sentence of the novel that is their rivalry. Lunacy does his best to push GX back with the baseball bat, but GX is not budging.
Without warning, GX is clubbed from behind. The Jackdaw is back up.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: This was only ever meant to be about me and Lunacy. WHY ARE YOU SO CLINGY!?
Grimoire slaps Jackdaw with a backhanded strike like an enraged husband smacking his wife. The Jackdaw is sent in a spiral before clattering against the Cadillac. GX goes in towards The Jackdaw, but Jackdaw grabs one of the doors and yanks it forcefully open straight into GX’s chest. Grimoire winces for a moment before booting the door straight back at Jackdaw. Jackdaw grabs the back of GX’s head and bounces it off the roof. Lunacy quickly pounces, driving the baseball bat hard into the back of GX’s head. It knocks him to the ground. He giggles with excitement. He attempts to climb into the driver’s seat of the Cadillac, but Lunacy grabs a hold of his leg. Suddenly, GX throws shards of the shattered windscreen and window pane straight into Lunacy’s eyes! He screams as the glass slices into him. GX lets out of victorious grin, but is met with a knee to the side of the head by The Jackdaw. The numbers game overwhelms GX as Lunacy carefully tries to wipe the glass out of his eyes. Still blinded, he tries to survey the situation as best as he can. He sees Grimoire part-way into the vehicle, his head leading against the door column. With one amighty charge, Lunacy throws his foot outwards after building up steam.
BAM!
Lunacy boots the car door closes, slamming against Grimoire’s head. The clown slumps backwards, this being the decisive blow.
Anarchy catch their breath. All four men involved are bleeding profusely. Lunacy looks over towards The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock. He gestures with his hand to assist him in lifting GX off the ground. Slowly, they do so, hurling him onto the bonnet of the destroyed Cadillac. Panting out of sheer exhaustion, Lunacy points towards the car wash. With that, Brother Maylock, The Jackdaw and Lunacy collectively begin to push the Cadillac away from the 4X4. It takes several moments, given the sheer weight of the automobile combined with their fatigue. Yet they are still able to accomplish the feat. With Lunacy acting as ‘driver,’ he guides it towards the entrance, stopping only once the front left wheel is safely over the block that anchors the car to the conveyer belt. He depresses the series of numbers in the same order that he had witnessed Grimoire do so. Within a few seconds, the conveyer clunks into life. Grimoire still lays motionlessly as the car is swallowed up by the car wash. The collective unit of Anarchy convene in the crumpled 4X4. The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock immediately slump in the back seats, passing out from the sheer trauma they had embarked upon over the course of this bloodied night. Lunacy, somehow, is still conscious, sitting in the driver’s seat. As smashed up as the vehicle is, it is still capable of driving. He sits and watches as the Cadillac gets sucked into the very bowels of the car wash. The car wash grunts and groans; the modifications begin to snag against various pieces of the car’s body, grinding metal is slowing down the entire mechanism and burning out the motors. A billow of smoke begins to rise from the roof of the structure. It does not take long before flames begin to shoot out of the machinery.
LUNACY: What he’s managed to do, in essence, is set something that is perpetually WET on FIRE.
Lunacy lets out a satisfied chuckle before the 4X4 slowly pulls out of the gas station, leaving GX to his fate…
…
Moments pass.
The car wash is completely ablaze…
….yet from the exit, a weary body emerges from the smoke.
His clothes and skin torn to ribbons, he bathes in the rain that begins to pour from the sky. He lets out an agonizing scream; but not one of agony…. It is one of total euphoria; like a lover at the point of climax; the apex of stimulation and ecstacy.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: He left me… to die… he left me… to die. You… you left me to die.
Slowly, he limps away from the burning wreckage. He is barely capable of standing, never mind walking, yet somehow, someway, he is able to make it to the sidewalk. He begins to traverse the long and lonely road that leads to either civilization or nowhere. Whatever destination he has in mind, it is a long way away. In spite of this knowledge and in spite of his nervous system screaming its grievances at him, his smile does not fade… he still repeats the words, mumbling to himself.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES: You left me to die… You left me to die…
Ring announcer Donald Masters is standing in the center of the squared circle, trusty microphone in hand as the feed returns to the inside of the arena. There's a clammy atmosphere formed from a mixture of excitement and tension and the good fans in Columbia get comfortable for the nights semi-in ring finale.
Donald Masters: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match up is a non-title match scheduled for one fall! (ONE FALL!) Introducing first...
The tones to "Separate Ways" by Journey crash through the speakers as all men five feet six and under stand on the railing to get a view of the incoming Suntan Superman. Strobe and spotlights are kicked into high gear and pyro explodes along the stage and ramp while guitar riffs seamlessly mix themselves in. The fans don't have to wait before Connolly stomps out from the back, the IC Title snapped around his waist.
Masters: ... from Norfolk, Virginia... weighing in 232 pounds.. representing the DVC, he is the reigning WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION.. he is the SUNTAN SUPERMAN!! CHRISTIAN!! CONNOLLY!!
Climbing into the ring, Christian casually hops onto the top turnbuckle and enters the squared circle. He cocked his head as soon as "If you want blood (You've got it)" starts to thunder out over the sound system, hailing the arrival of his legendary opponent. An explosion of red and silver pyro hit before John Gambino makes his way through the resulting smoke.
Masters: And his opponent... from Syracuse, New York.. weighing in at 250 pounds.. he is MR. BIGG!! JOHN!! GAMBINO!!
Gambino stops at the ring, and reaches up, grabbing the top rope. He pulls himself onto the apron, and then steps over the top rope. Gambino stops in the middle of the ring, and thrusts a fist straight up, signalling he's ready to bring Christian's momentum to an abrupt halt. The Hall of Famer steps through the ropes and swaggers towards the center of the ring. On the opposite side, Connolly completes the last of his pre-match stretches and adopts a fighting stance, simply waiting for the bell to sound.
Diamond: Senior official Bernie Roberts is our referee for this contest... it's the IC champion versus the legendary Hall of Famer and it's all just a bell ring away!
The fans lay on a heavy "Superman!" chant as the two competitors wait for their cue, trying to gage what the others first move will be and the most effective counter for it. The two opposing expressions paint an expected pre-match picture with Connolly's focus compared to Gambino's arrogance.
"Superman! Superman! Superman!"
After what seems like an eternity, the bell sounds with caution prevailing as the pair circle one another, Christian raising his gloved hands above his face incase any initial punches are thrown his way. They jostle briefly for position until Gambino makes his move and lunges in. He misses as the Suntan Superman ducks his massive flailing arm and pops back up behind Gambino... giving him a hard high kick to the left shoulder.
Diamond: A little opening hit-and-run style offense from the champion, which is certainly understandable in the circumstances.
Trying his luck for a second time, Gambino moves in again but comes out empty handed, except for a snap kick to his hamstring for his troubles. Gambino smirks, rubbing the feeling back into his leg. Despite the stinging red mark on his flesh, the Hall Of Famer knew that Superman couldn't keep this little game of cat and mouse up forever... something that Christian is all too aware of as well. This time he is the aggressor, charging at Bigg Rigg. Gambino doesn't telegraph attack, but does his best to raise his right boot as quickly as he can... only to see Superman duck underneath his foot and hit the ropes behind. Bigg Rigg swivels around just in time to eat a running pump dropkick from Connolly, however the blow doesn't knock him off of his feet, just against the ropes. This time Gambino doesn't react with a smile, hoofing the bottom rope in frustration as Christian adopts his usual combat stance.
Diamond: That wiped the smirk from Gambino's face!
Baxter: This is just total and typical disrespect by Christian Connolly. He won't even lock up with Gambino honourably, instead he's kicking him and then running away... unfortunately for him it's like poking a rattlesnake with a stick, Gambino will hit and he will hit hard.
Regaining his focus, Gambino tenses his neck and attempts to lock up with Superman again, only this time he grabs his opponent dashing out of his reach for a forth time. Christian struggles briefly, but can't pull himself free as Gambino takes pleasure in biding his time before throwing the champ at least seven feet backwards. Bouncing off of the mat, Christian grabs ahold of the second rope and remains in a crouched position with Gambino bearing down on her.
Relying on instinct, Christian sweeps away the legs of the NY native, toppling him. Rising to his knees, Gambino looks up to see the Suntan Superman has placed a bullseye on his head as he draws back his right foot to strike. Ducking the whipping roundhouse kick, Gambino reaches up and grabs Christian by one arm and shoves him back against the corner. Knowing that he is penned in, Christian tries to escape, but even his speed can't carry him out of harms way in time as Gambino runs in with a big splash.
Diamond: Oh my! Christian just got pancaked against the buckles! He needs to avoid situations like this if he wants any chance of winning this match, but naturally that's easier said than done!
Superman gasps for air as Gambino thrusts his foot into his gullet, testing the referee's patience as the official counts to four and a half before Gambino draws his foot away. After suggesting the senior official watch his tone of voice when addressing him, Gambino pulls back his right hand for a big chop... but misses as Christian slips out. Hitting the Hall Of Famer with a kick to the back, Superman waits for him to turn and attempts a step up enzigure... which also fails to hit its mark. As he lands on his stomach, Gambino drops his elbow across Christian's back... thrice.
Baxter: You know what this is all about Diamond, Gambino is setting about softening Connolly up for the Rage.
Diamond: It's a pattern that we've seen all too often over the years, but... hold on, what's this?
Rolling out of the ring, Gambino reaches back in and uses Christian's limp left arm to drag him across the mat towards the corner. Positioning his head against the ringpost, Gambino takes several steps back, resting against the barricade briefly as if he were lining up the final kick in the Super Bowl. The Bigg Rigg charges, but the sole of his boot connects only with the steel post as Christian wisely pulls his head out of the firing line. The miscalculation leaves Gambino with his foot straddled for a moment, just enough time for Superman to spring to his feet and knock Gambino down with a baseball slide.
Diamond: Gambino goes down, but I can't tell you how glad I am that Christian managed to get out of the way of that intended boot... that would have been heinous!
Baxter: Seeing as you've never been a champion of anything other than bedwetting as a child, I'm not surprised you're unable to appreciate that Gambino will do anything necessary to win the match.
Diamond: There's nothing necessary about trying to scramble your opponents brains all over a steel ringpost with you boot, that was intended for nothing but sick pleasure!
Taking his gloves off, Superman rushes into the farside ropes as Gambino pulls himself up by the barricade and lauches himself at Gambino with a double-fisted torpedo suicide dive through the ropes... the Superman Warhead.
Diamond: Superman War... oh my!
In the same manner one might catch a child, Gambino snatches him out of the air and pulls him towards his chest for an improvised bearhug. Suspending him in the air, the Bigg Rigg hoists walks over to the fans in the front row and slams Superman down on the other side of the barricade. The camera quickly switches angles to show Christian lying in a heap in a small clearing on the concrete floor, a perspiration smear marking him point of landing.
Diamond: That was vile! Gambino just slammed Christian against the ground with a complete absense of remorse!
Baxter: Like I said, it's necessary. I think this could be the night we find out just how "invincible" the Superman really is.
Stepping over the barricade as he does the top rope, Gambino reaches down and drags Christian's limp frame to a vertical position, before throwing him casually back over the security wall and onto the padded floor. He glances at the referee who's in the midst of counting, although this is of little concern to Gambino. Not that he wanted a count out, he was focussed on ending this "revival" of Christian's... he just wasn't going to be rushed into doing it. Lifting him into a military press position, Gambino simply presses the Suntan Superman through the middle ropes and back into the ring as he takes the less bumpy route by ascending the ringsteps. Once back inside the confines of the squared circle, Gambino leans over his fallen opponent for a rather nonchalant cover that is made more as a sign of control as opposed to a genuine attempt to score a three count.
One... Tw... NO!
Christian kicks out well before the third count is made, merely adding some "sport" for Gambino who places him in a smothering front facelock after the pinfall fails.
Diamond: Christian needs to raise the tempo of this match again, because Gambino is in his element here with the pace slowed to a more methodical and physical style.
Baxter: That's right, he's calling the tune and the Superman is being forced to dance...
Flopping his left leg on the bottom rope, Christian forces a break although he soon finds himself back on his feet, even if it isn't under his own volition. Gambino cups his opponents throat and tosses him across the ring until he rolls to an uncomfortable stop against the ropes. Seeing him in trouble, the fans try to rally around him with their vocal support. Their cheers however are music to the ears of the man known as the Angry Italian. Yanking the smaller frame of the Superman back up, Gambino raises him above his head again in a military press position with a dangerous glint in his eye as he sets his sights on the announce position.
Baxter: There's some more of that strength Gambino is reknowned for. He's just toying with...
Diamond: Wait just a damn minute... he's looking this way... don't you dare you bastard!
Moving towards the ropes, Gambino is intent on propelling Christian's body over the top rope and torpedoing the announce desk. Seeing the potential threat, Diamond and Baxter rise from their seats, but they needn't be concerned once Christian slips out of Gambino's grasp and lands on his feet behind him. Realising that Connolly has either rapidly decreased in weight or more likely escaped from his clutches, Gambino tries to turn but drops to one knee after feeling a stiff snap kick connect with the back of his right knee. Using his kicks to chop the big man down, Christian reduces the Bigg Rigg to a state where he can plant the Young Heart-Attack on him.
Diamond: Christian makes contact with that double-footed rope-swing kick to the chest... but I can't believe Gambino was contemplating throwing him from the ring with this desk as his intended target.
Baxter: I'm sure you were just jumping to conclusions...
Diamond: Is that why you jumped out of your seat then?
Baxter: I... what is he doing now!?
Instead of attempting a cover, Christian holds onto the top rope and uses his feet to push Gambino into a position where his head is sticking out of the ring, hanging off of the apron with the rest of his body still inside. As always, the Suntan Superman springs onto the top rope like a cat and measures his foe before launching off. There might not be a french town square in sight, but Christian adjusts his body in mid-flight to deliver a guillotine legdrop across the neck and head of Gambino.
OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
There is no basket underneath for Gambino's head to drop into, infact it remains connected to his body as the Superman's leg comes crashing down, before she too crashes to the padded floor. While he lies in a heap, Gambino's body contorts wickedly as he flops backwards through the ropes to join him on the gym-mat-like padding.
Diamond: GOOD LORD! Christian nearly took Gambino's head clean off!
Baxter: Argh! He might not care about his own well being, but Gambino is a star! He has to sell merchandise, spike ratings and fill arena's... and he could have broken his neck!
The twitching in Gambino's leg reveals that there is still some function in his body, dampening Baxter's suggestion that his spinal chord might have been severed near the head. Dragging his right arm across the floor, he uses his hand to survey the contours of his neck, hoping to feel nothing out of the ordinary. Just a few feet away, the Superman slowly rises back to his feet.
Diamond: I'm not sure what condition Gambino is in right now, but Christian is rolling him back into the ring, looking to put him away!
Having rolled Gambino back into the ring, Christian hooks both legs for the cover, but scores only a two and a half count as Gambino powers out.
Diamond: A near fall there for Christian, but you can feel the tide of this match turning and it's in his favour!
Beckoning the Bigg Rigg back up, the Superman grabs him by the head and attempts to nail his finishing double-arm DDT. The move is well scouted by Gambino though, who throws Christian off as soon as he senses danger. He lands empty handed and with a thud, but bounces back up... only to run straight into a big boot.
Baxter: Bam! There's your tide turning alright, but it's not in Connolly's favour!
Diamond: Christian went looking for that Crowning Glory, but Gambino telegraphed the move and is looking to capitalise on that misjudgement. The stakes are so high here, just one minor error could prove to make all the difference!
Plucking the Superman from the canvas, Gambino wraps his massive arm around his neck, bending him backwards for a reverse dargon sleeper hold.
Baxter: Who's Your Daddy, Diamond! Who's Your Daddy!
Diamond: What? My father is George Stuart... what's your point?
Gambino tries to snap the deabilitating hold in fully, but Christian is trying to fight out with all of his being. The fact that he has resorted to using his belows and fists to break free illustrates the severity of the situation.
Baxter: Give it up Superman, just slip back and let Gambino win this match as destiny commands!
Finally his struggling bears fruit as he slips from Gambino's grasp and nails his aggressor with a cresent kick to buy him a few more seconds to recover. Noticing that the blow has winded Gambino, he rushes in for a shining wizard, but he ducks his kick and counters by grabbing the IC Champion and hoisting him into the air. With his legs kicking frantically, there is no escape this time as Gambino slams him down.
Diamond: Oh no!
Baxter: That'll derail any challenge... cover him Gambino!
Unwittingly following Baxter's advice, Gambino makes a far more purposeful cover on the stacked body of Superman as opposed to the one we saw earlier, this time hooking the leg to boot.
One!
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Two!
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Thr... NO!
Christian kicks out, but quickly finds Gambino now kneeling over him. Drawing back his hand, Gambino proceeds to lace the Suntan Superman's face with humiliating slap after humiliating slap in response to Christian's refusal to remain down for the three count.
Diamond: Now Gambino is resorting to a more insulting part of his offense...
Baxter: That's right Diamond, he's slapping Christian Connolly like a bitch before he puts him out of his compiling misery.
Having slapped Christian around for long enough, Gambino opts to pick the champion up once again and lifts him above his head with ease. It's unclear what move he might be attempting, but the Superman comes to whilst perched on his shoulders and quickly wraps his legs around his head. Choking for air, Gambino backs against the ropes as Christian leans back to complete the hanging headscissors. The referee takes the appropriate action and initiates his five count due to the illegal nature of Christian's improvised hold. He releases Gambino at the count of four, a small measure of retribution for the "bitch slapping" he endured moments earlier.
Now standing on the apron, the Superman grabs a black handful of Gambino's hair and smacks his face against the turnbuckle, stunning him enough to allow him to gracefully leap onto the top rope. As Gambino returns, he downs him with a well placed kick to the head and sets his balance as Gambino hits the deck, rolling onto his back. Turning his back to his opponent, Christian dives backwards off of the top rope and looks set on delivering his trademark asai kneedrop until the Bigg Rigg uncanningly moves at the last possible moment. Without his sizable bulk to break his descent, Christian's knees jar into the ring mat, causing a shot of pain to ripple through his right knee in particular. Yelling out in pain, the Superman crumples to a heap whilst Gambino watches is satisfaction from across the squared circle.
Diamond: Christian went to wrap this one up with the Shining Star, but instead he ended up landing on nothing but empty canvas with his knees baring the brunt of the impact!
He waits for Christian pull himself back up to a hobbling vertical base before running straight through him with a clothesline. This time the Superman doesn't bounce back up. Pulling Connolly back up by his head, Gambino doubles over the Suntan Superman and drives him down hard with the Bloodshot. Turning over into the pin, Gambino barks at the senior official, demanding his count commence.
Baxter: Bloodshot! This one is OVAH!!
One!
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Two!
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Thre... NO!
Diamond: You're jumping the gun again Baxter, because Christian Connolly refuses to give in!
Banging his hand on the mat in frustration, Gambino scoops the Superman up and throws him into the nearest corner, but misses with his follow-up splash as the Suntan Superman sidesteps. Using only his left leg now, Christian lashes Gambino's chest with a series of kicks, which leave Gambino in somewhat of a dazed stake as he staggers out of the corner.
Diamond: Gambino is looking punch drunk, but can Christian capitalise given the condition of his right knee?
Baxter: He should save her energy and throw in the towel now, before Gambino REALLY hurts him!
Grabbing the Bigg Rigg by the head, the Suntan Superman plants him with the running (more hobbling in this case) bulldog/diamond cutter hybrid move he had christened as the Mayday Riot. Almost as soon as Gambino hits the mat, the Superman is on top of him with the double leg hook cover.
One!
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Two!
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Gambino powers out at just a count of two and sits back up after throwing his opponent off. A swift roundhouse kick to the head soon downs him again however as the IC Champ is keen to keep his advantage. The crowd start to stomp their feet in encouragement as Christian hops up to the top rope with Gambino firmly on the deck...
Diamond: Gambino just got dropped and now Christian is looking to add another notch in his revival by...
Baxter: Slipping! His knee just gave out!
...when suddenly his knee buckles, causing him to lose balance. Now seated awkwardly on the top turnbuckle, Christian tries to pull himself back up, but first he has to untangle his legs from the ropes. It proves to be a challenge, but eventually he twists his leg free and tries to rescale the buckle... only to find Gambino back on his feet and waiting for him. Wrapping his arms behind his head in a full nelson position, Gambino wrenches at the Suntan Superman for a few seconds before taking him to the mat with a powerful full nelson slam that folds Christian up like an accordion.
Diamond: A damn full nelson slam from the top rope... that's nothing but brute strength!
Baxter: And now Gambino is signalling for the end and the death of this Superman myth!
Probing for signs of life with his foot briefly, Gambino drags his hand across his throat before prying Connolly off of the mat and lifting him into the torture rack position. Often Gambino has dropped opponents down after only a few seconds of this initially spine torquing hold, but Gambino makes sure to give Christian a good dose of the Lex Luger treatment.
Diamond: Gambino is trying to snap Christian Connolly in half! I know he's become famed for her resiliance, but enough is enough!
Baxter: And just think Diamond, in two weeks, he has to defend against the red-hot Dorling!
Deciding that Christian has suffered enough, Gambino spins him out and drivers her into the mat with a sitout powerbomb to complete the Towerhacker Bomb Pin. The fans groan as the Superman's carcass bangs against the mat, with Gambino's tree trunk-like legs holding down his shoulders. Dropping to the canvas, the official makes the usually inevitable count as the fans in the arena sit in a stunned state of near-silence, mouths agast to see if indeed the Superman was as fallable as any other human being.
One!
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Two!
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Three!
Baxter: GAMBINO WINS! So much for the myth, so much for the legend... the legend is Gambino and he is the BES...
Diamond: Hold on Baxter, look at what's happening inside the squared circle!
Casting Christian's limp legs aside, Gambino rises to his feets with arms raised waiting to be announce as the winner. However the announcement didn't come, neither did his AC/DC theme... something was wrong. He turned to find the senior official waving away the count and act that enraged the NY native. Grabbing the official by the scruff of his striped jersey, Gambino hauls him against the ropes and demands an explanation. The experienced figure that is Bernie Roberts tries to remain calm, thrusting a confirming finger towards Gambino's fallen opponent, Christian Connolly. The Superman is still flat out on his back, his legs entangled just as Gambino had left them. There were no signs of movement other than his diaphram contracting to draw breath, his arms right arm limply hanging at her side, but his left arm lifelessly draped over the bottom rope. The pinfall was null and void.
Diamond: Oh my God, Christian had ahold of the ropes! Christian Connolly had ahold of the ropes! This is match isn't over yet!
Baxter: No way! Even HE can't do that... somebody show me a replay while we can still reverse this injustice!
Sure enough, the screen splits into two portions with the larger being allocated to Baxter's requested replay. Once more, we watch as Christian is given the Powerbomb, but from this angle it becomes clear that as he hits the mat, his arm flops out and lands across the bottom rope. Whether it was a conscious act or mere luck is unclear, but regardless of the cause... the pinfall could not stand.
Diamond: There's your proof Baxter. What do you think now?
Baxter: How much luck can one person be granted!? Come on Gambino, finish him for good! Destroy him!
Refraining from throwing the referee into the stands, Gambino turns back to the Suntan Superman who is barely moving and clutches his face, nearly engulfing it with his right hand.
"Why... won't... you... DIE!?"
Enraged by the Superman continued resistance, Gambino drags him up once more, holding him by the head as his expression seems to change to an even angrier one. Throwing Christian from side to side like a rag doll, Gambino lifts him onto his massive shoulders and into the torture rack position for a second time. Taking a deep and agitated breath, Gambino looks out into the crowd, revealing the true intensity in his eyes.
Diamond: Good Lord, not another one! Can you see that look in his eyes Baxter? He's snapped!
Baxter: It's called focussed intensity Diamond and now the Superman is about to be dropped into extinction!
With his sights firmly set on the prize, Gambino bellows and then furiously tries to spin the Suntan Superman into the sitout powerbomb... that's where he makes his mistake. As if injected with a second wind, Christian's eyes suddenly glisten as he uses the momentum given to him by Gambino, to spin around fully and plant the Bigg Rigg with the Crowning Glory. Gambino crumples into the mat and the crowd explode as Christian lands his finishing move on Gambino. With every ounce of remaining energy sapped, he literally just flops on top of Gambino and vainly reaches to hook both of his legs.
Diamond: CROWNING GLORY! CHRISTIAN HIT IT! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY HE HIT IT!
Baxter: What the... how the... JESUS!
Bernie Roberts dropped to the deck. His count echoing through the arena.
One!
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Two!
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Three!
Three counts later and it was all over, somehow Gambino had snatched defeat from a seemingly clear victory. The referee tries to help him to his feet, but Christian can barely move, eventually dragging himself off of Gambino, cupping his hand around his stricken right knee.
Wiping the sweat from his eyes, he looks at his lap as the referee places the IC Title into his gloved hands.
Diamond: Christian Connolly has done it! BAH GAWD what a contest!
Baxter: I don't believe this...
Christian pushes himself up to his feet, hobbles a little bit, then hoists the IC title up in the air to a massive roar from the crowd. He looks over to Masters and signals for the microphone. Masters gladly obliges and Christian steps back to the middle of the ring, as Journey dies down.
Connolly: Chris Dorling...
The crowd roars with a slight mixed reaction.
Connolly: I've watched you for the past month man.. you've tore thru the WGWF beating some of the best up & coming talent this company has to offer. And there's no doubt you deserve a shot at this title (holds title up).
The crowd applauds.
Connolly: But as much as you may want this title.. I NEED this title. This title represents all the hard work I've put in to make things right.. to give these fans someone to believe in.
The crowd roars.
Connolly: So in two weeks, I'm fully prepared for you to come into Wrestle Wars, ready to give everything you got. But I'm coming to show you and the world that no matter what you bring, it won't be enough. Cause I got every intention of walking out of Wrestle Wars, STILL Intercontinental Champion. And there's only two things you can do about it.. love it.. and-
Crowd: NOTHING!!!
Connolly smirks before dropping the mic as "Separate Ways" hits the arena again. Connolly slightly hobbles towards the ropes and climbs out, immediately high-fiving fans as he makes his way up the aisle.
DING… DING… DING…
The crowd pops as Chris Dorling and Chris Page walk out to the center of the ring where Page appears cocky per usual as he and Dorling square off center ring. The crowd gets louder and louder as the two men get closer and closer to each other until they’re at the point where words start being thrown back and forth between the two that sees Chris Page shove Dorling backwards several feet. Dorling smirks as he comes right back with a forearm smash to the jaw, followed by a second and a third as he takes Page back into the ropes and sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Page bounces off the near side as we see Dorling drop down to the mat on his stomach, Page bounces off the ropes leaping over Dorling where he bounces off the near side, Dorling pops back up to his feet where he leap frogs over Page sending him once again bouncing off the far side where Dorling looks to deliver a hip toss, Page blocks and attempts to counter with a stiff clothesline that Dorling ducks out of the way off before rolling Page up with a School Boy!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THR
Page escapes the pinfall attempt as we see Dorling back to his feet where he backs up into a neutral corner before taking a seat on the top turnbuckle where he then stretches out and lays across the ropes as Page gets to both knees looking right at a smiling Dorling who motions him to “come here”. Page gets to a vertical base as Dorling quickly hops down to the mat where he and Chris Page circle each other once more. This time they lock up, or attempt too only to see Page cut it off with a boot to the midsection that draws some boos from the crowd. Chris unloads with right hands to the side of Dorling’s head before laying in several headbutts to the collar bone. Page drives Dorling back into a corner where he laces him across the chest with a chop that echoes throughout the arena! Page laces Dorling across the chest a second time with the smack once again echoing throughout the area. Page brings Dorling out of the corner with a snap mare take over before charging out of the corner where he flips over Dorling while snapping his neck forward! Chris pushes for he cover hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THR
Dorling kicks out to a pop from the crowd.
Diamond: Some intense back and forth action to start things off in this first time ever meeting between Dorling and Chris Page in what is arguably Chris Dorling’s biggest match since joining the WGWF back before the West Coast Rumble in January.
Baxter: There’s no doubt that Dorling has turned some heads already in his brief run with the company but tonight he’s in there with the ring general of ring generals in Chris Page. Tonight, is Chris Dorling’s true test.
Page is back to his feet where he reaches down picking Dorling up off the mat. Page looking to deliver a European Uppercut that Dorling avoids and counters with a backslide!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THR…
Page escapes the surprise near fall and beats Dorling to his feet where he looks for a clothesline, Dorling ducks and catches Page with a boot to the midsection where he brings him in looking for a DDT! Page quickly counters with a Bridging Northern Light Suplex!
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THR…
Dorling kicks out to a pop from the crowd.
Diamond: Already some interesting counters on display by both of these men whom you would think are going through a feeling out phase.
Baxter: And you know there’s a curtain sellout with the boys in the back. All eyes are locked on this affair to see what happens when Dorling squares off against Page.
Chris Page is the first to his feet where he reaches down picking Dorling up off the mat. Page lands a right hand before taking a front waist lock where he looks to deliver an overhead Belly to Belly release suplex but it’s Dorling who counters with a side headlock throw sending Page over to the mat on his back while Dorling lands on top maintaining control of the head.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THR….
Page counters with a head scissors breaking the count but it’s Dorling who counters the head scissors by flipping over Page going back to belly stacking Page’s shoulders on the mat.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO…. THRE…
Page bridges up and out of the pin fall attempt where he turns inwards and counters into a back slide of his own.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THRE…
Dorling escapes to a pop from the crowd and both men are back to a vertical base where Dorling charges forward with a running shoulder block that sends Page bouncing off the ropes while Dorling bounces off the far side with a Spinning Heel Kick to jaw of Page! The crowd pops as Dorling pops back to his feet where he bounces off the ropes and delivers a Rolling Thunder to the chest and ribs of Page bringing another pop from the crowd! Dorling reaches a vertical base where he takes a bow to a massive ovation from the crowd which cause them to break out into a “DORLING! DORLING! DORLING!” chant.
Diamond: Stop wasting time and cover him!
Dorling ops to reach down and pick Page up off the mat where he delivers a Roundhouse Kick to the back of Page before charging past him where Dorling spring boards off the middle ropes with a clothesline to Page! The crowd roars as now Dorling makes the cover hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THRE….
Page kicks out to a gasp from the crowd as we see Dorling getting back to his feet where he walks towards the ropes and steps out to the ring apron. The crowd roars as he makes his way towards the nearest set of buckles and starts climbing up to the top turnbuckle.
Baxter: Dorling only knows one speed… GO!
In the ring Chris Page starts to work his way back up to a vertical base as he pushes himself up to his feet and as he does Dorling comes off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick attempt that Chris side steps! Dorling crashes down to the mat landing hard and as he gets back to his feet Page comes up from behind with a back waist lock where he delivers a German Suplex! Page rolls through picking both himself and Dorling up off the mat where a second German Suplex is delivered! He rolls back through getting back to his feet where he delivers a Release German Suplex! The crowd boos intently as Chris reaches a vertical base looking down at Dorling.
Diamond: Some vintage Chris Page on display with the rolling German’s.
Page closes one side of his nostril before blowing snot down on top of Dorling to massive boo’s from the crowd as he then makes his way towards the ropes. Page steps out to the ring apron before climbing up the nearest set of turnbuckles. He stands up on the top rope before setting sail looking to deliver the Diving Headbutt! The crowd pops as Dorling rolls out of the way sending Page crashing and burning as he plants himself into the mat!! Page pushes himself up to all fours when he’s met by an Oklahoma Roll by Dorling stacking Page’s shoulders to the mat!
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THRE…
Page escapes to a massive gasp from the crowd as Dorling beats Page to his feet looking for a clothesline, Page ducks and Dorling is sent bouncing off the ropes where he runs into a front waist lock by Page who delivers a Release Over Head Belly to Belly Suplex to Dorling! Page is quick to makes the cover hooking a near leg.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THRE….
The crowd roars as Dorling kicks out of the near fall by CCP. Page immediately starts to hammer down with hard right hands to Dorling’s face before putting both hands across his throat where he starts choking Dorling to massive boos from the crowd! The referee lays the count to Page who breaks at the four count and as he reaches his feet the referee admonishes him. Page blows past the referee laying stomps to the chest and upper body of Dorling as the crowd roars with loud boos.
Diamond: Chris Page is being ruthless with this assault.
Page continues to stomp away at Dorling’s upper chest and stomach before he reaches down picking Dorling up off the mat rocking him back into a neutral corner with a European Uppercut. Page comes forward with a stiff knife edge chop across the chest that echoes throughout the area. He follows up with a second knife edge chop across the chest that once again echoes throughout the arena. Page brings Dorling out from the corner where he delivers a back breaker! Page forces the cover on Dorling.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THRE….
Dorling kicks out to another pop from the crowd as Chris Page quickly locks in a rear chin lock. The referee is in position as he starts asking Dorling to surrender.
Baxter: There’s no wasted motion from Page at all!
The referee checks to make sure there’s not a choke before once again asking Dorling to surrender and again Dorling refuses. The fans start a massive “DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING!” chant as they rally behind Chris Dorling who feeds off the crowd as he starts to work his way to one knee before standing to a vertical base where he charges towards a set of buckles where he ducks his head down going through the ropes while effectively running Page face first off the top turnbuckle breaking the chin lock as Page staggers backwards towards the middle of the ring! Dorling steps up to the middle ropes where he leaps off the middle rope with a flying reverse elbow to the jaw of Page which takes both men down to the mat.
Diamond: Dorling was spot on with that reverse elbow!
Dorling crawls into the cover on Page.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THRE
Page kicks out before the fatal three count!
Baxter: Dorling was eyelashes away from putting away the seven times WGWF World Heavyweight Champion!
Dorling gets back to a vertical base where he puts Page in a seated position before bouncing off the ropes delivering a dropkick to the face of the seated Chris Page! The crowd roars as Dorling drags Page towards a corner where he then steps out to the ring apron and scales the turnbuckles.
Diamond: Dorling’s going back up top!!
Dorling stands up on the top turnbuckle looking down at Chris Page before coming off the top rope with a 360 degree splash landing on the money!
Baxter: TrapDOR!!!
Dorling covers Chris Page hooking his near leg as the fans are on fire!
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE…. TWO….. THRE….
Page pops the left shoulder up off the mat at the last possible second to a thunderous gasp from the crowd as Dorling gets to both knee’s cutting his eyes towards the official who shows him two fingers before motioning that Page popped his shoulder up off the mat.
Diamond: The resiliency of Chris Page is well documented but even I thought this one was over!!
The crowd is solidly behind Dorling as he stands back to his feet where he calls for the DORbreaker Superkick! Dorling makes his way back into a neutral corner where he starts to measure Page who is shown now on his chest as he starts pushing his way back to a vertical base. Once he standing Dorling comes out from the corner looking to deliver the left footed Superkick! Page ducks out of the way and as Dorling spins around he’s met with a boot to the midsection before being planted into the mat with the Angel’s Wings!!
Baxter: PAGE PLANT! PAGE PLANT! PAGE PLANT!!
Dorling lays on the mat as it takes Chris Page several extra seconds before he is able to roll into a cover hooking the near leg of Chris Dorling!
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE….. TWO….. THRE…
Dorling kicks out to a massive ovation from the crowd!
Diamond: DORLING KICKED OUT! CHRIS DORLING KICKED OUT OF THE PAGE PLANT!!
The crowd is in a frenzy as a massive chant of “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!” echoes throughout the arena! Chris Page has a look of complete and total shock in his eyes as he starts working his way back to his feet where he calls into the question a slow count! Page reaches back down towards the mat to pick Dorling up only to see Dorling counter with an Inside Cradle!
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE…. TWO…. THRE…
Page escapes to another gasp from the crowd as both he and Dorling are back to a vertical base where they take each other down with a double clothesline! Both men land hard as the referee looks down towards them both.
Baxter: Double clothesline!
Diamond: We’re back to square one with these two and one would think the first to their feet will have a major advantage.
Baxter: For the last twenty minutes these two men have thrown everything they’ve got at each other and neither man can maintain the distinct advantage.
The official starts to lay the count to both men.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
“FOUR!”
“FIVE!”
“SIX!”
Both men start to stir as they’re shown pushing themselves up off the mat.
“SEVEN!”
“EIGHT!”
They each reach a vertical base with Dorling swing and connecting with a right hand that rocks Page back several feet. Page comes back with a right hand that rocks Dorling back into the ropes, Dorling comes off the ropes with a Roaring Elbow to Page knocking him down to the mat!! Dorling quickly snatches up the right leg of Page before locking in the Figure Four Leg Lock!!
Diamond: DORlock! He’s got Page locked in the DORlock in the center of the ring!!
Dorling applies the pressure to the Dorlock as Page screams out in pain while the referee is in perfect position asking for Chris Page to surrender. Page refuses and continues to have pressure applied by Dorling to the Figure Four Leg Lock. The crowd gets louder and louder for Dorling as he continues to crank on the pressure while the referee once again asks Page to surrender and again he refuses! Page’s shoulders fall back on the mat.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO…. THRE….
Page sits up breaking the count as Dorling continues to crank back harder and harder with the pressure to Page’s knees.
Baxter: Page better figure something out pretty quickly!
The referee once again asks Page to surrender and again he refuses before his upper body falls back on the mat.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO…… THRE…
Page rolls his right shoulder up off the mat before shifting his weight as he counters the Figure Four by rolling over so that both men’s chest are on the mat and Page pushes himself up off the mat reversing the pressure which forces Dorling to break the hold rather quickly. Page escapes to the ropes before rolling out to the floor where he limps heavily on the right knee.
Diamond: Page got to the ropes but how much damage has been done to the right knee!?!?!
Baxter: CCP can’t risk an injury this close to Wrestle Wars!
Dorling rolls out to the floor where he comes up behind Page spinning him around which allows Page to gouge the eyes of Dorling! The crowd roars with loud boos as Page drives Dorling head first into the ring apron before latching on to a back waist lock where he delivers a Release German Suplex on the floor!! Dorling folds up like an accordion as the crowd lets out a massive gasp!
Diamond: Release German Suplex on the Floor!!
The referee lays the count to both men out on the floor as Chris Page is shown pulling himself to his feet where he reaches down picking the dead weight of Dorling up off the floor before rolling him back into the ring! Page slides into the ring making the cover hooking the closest leg.
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE…. TWO….. THRE…
Dorling kicks out to a thunderous ovation from the crowd!!
Baxter: Why won’t Dorling die!!!!!
CCP has a look of total shock on his face as he pull himself to his feet using the ropes. He holds out three fingers but is only shown two fingers by the referee. Page shakes his head before stepping back out to the ring apron where he makes his way towards the nearest set of buckles while in the ring Dorling is working his way back to his feet! The crowd starts to come alive as Chris Page reaches the top rope only to have Dorling run over with a left hand to the midsection causing Page to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle!!
Diamond: Page crotched himself!!
Dorling hammers Page with another hard left hand before stepping up on the middle rope where he locks a front face lock on Page!
Baxter: A superplex!
Dorling attempts the Superplex only to see Page latch on to the top rope blocking the attempt . Page lands several right hands to the ribs of Dorling before shoving him backwards to the mat off the middle ropes! Page stands up on the top turnbuckle before setting sail with a second attempt at a Diving Headbutt that’s on the money! Page signals for the end as he makes a cover hooking the right leg of Dorling.
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE….. TWO….. THRE….
Dorling kicks out AGAIN! The roof explodes as the crowd starts another massive “DORLING! DORLING! DORLING!” chant from the sold out arena as Chris Page has a look of complete and total shock etched across his face as he starts to work his way back to his feet. He reaches down picking Dorling up off the mat where he looks for a scoop slam that Dorling counters has he slides down the back of Page and as Page turns around he eats the DORbreaker!
Diamond: DORbreaker! DORbreaker! DORbreaker!
Page falls to the mat near the ropes with Dorling falling down on top of him to a massive ovation!
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE….. TWO….. THRE…
Page drapes his left foot across the bottom rope in sight of the referee causing him to stop the count to a massive gasp from the crowd!
Baxter: Foot on the ropes! Page once again showing the ring awareness and escaped the pinfall without exuding anymore unnecessary energy.
Dorling can’t believe it as he now hooks both legs of Page!
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE….. TWO….. THRE…
Page kicks out! Dorling pounds the mat out of frustration!
Baxter: Dorling can’t blame anyone but himself on that one because he didn’t hook the leg initially.
Dorling begins to work his way to his feet as the crowd chants “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”
Diamond: Over sixteen thousand strong can’t be wrong!!
Dorling reaches down picking Page up off the mat where he hammers Page with a forearm shot foll followed by a second and then a third that backs Page up against the ropes. He looks to send Page across the ring, Page counters and it’s Dorling that is send bouncing off the ropes and into a Spinbuster Slam by CCP!!
Baxter: YES!!
Page slowly beings to get back to a vertical base where he calls for another PAGE PLANT! The crowd boos intently as CCP seemingly is stalking Dorling who begins to stir.
Baxter: Dorling better stay down if he knows what’s good for him.
Dorling starts to push himself up off the mat and back to a vertical base where he walks into a boot to the midsection doubling Dorling over. Page under hooks the arms of Dorling, suddenly Dorling rips his arms down before snatching Page down to the mat with a double leg take down! Dorling falls backwards catapulting Page back into a neutral corner where he smashes into the referee sandwiching the referee against the buckles! The referee crumbles to the mat as Page turns around blocking a right hand from Dorling before kicking him below the belt!!
Diamond: Low blow by Chris Page!!
The crowd roars with loud boos as Dorling falls backwards to the mat! The crowd erupts with massive boos towards the ring as Chris Page reaches down picking Dorling up off the mat where he positions for the Page Plant! Chris Page under hooks the arms before driving Dorling into the mat with a SECOND PAGE PLANT!
Baxter: BALLGAME!
Page rolls Dorling over to make a cover….
The fans ERUPT as we see Chris Page get up to his feet where his attention shifts towards the top of the ramp. The fans wait with anticipation for Andy to emerge to the top of the ramp! The crowd roars as Andy comes out from under the ring with a steel chair!
Diamond: He’s under the ring!!
Baxter: He’s got a chair!!
The crowd gets louder and louder as Andy slides into the ring behind his father with steel chair in hand! Page starts to turn around and as he does Andy charges forward denting the chair over the skull of his father! The crowd erupts as Johnson drags Dorling over putting his arm over the chest of Page before rolling out to the floor! The crowd boos as Brother Maylock and Jackdaw charge towards the ringside area! Andy escapes through the crowd with Brother Maylock and Jackdaw giving chase!
Diamond: Johnson just cleaned his father’s clock! He put Dorling on top!!
The crowd starts to get louder and louder as the referee starts to come too where he sees the cover! The official slowly crawls into position where he starts to make the count.
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE………… TWO…………. THRE…..
Chris Page kicks out!!!
Diamond: My God!!
Both Page and Dorling lay on the mat with Dorling the first to stir. He pushes himself up off the mat where he falls forward into the ropes which supports Dorling’s weight. Page rolls over, dazed as he starts to get back to his feet where Dorling comes forward with a second DORbreaker!! Page crumbles to the mat with Dorling crumbling on top of him!
REFEREE and CROWD: ONE….. TWO…… THREE….
DING…. DING…. DING…..
Masters: The winner of this contest… CHRIS DORLING!!
Diamond: Dorling’s defeated Page!!
Baxter: Are you kidding me?!?! Andy Johnson just beat Chris Page not Chris Dorling… AND THAT’S WORSE!!!
Chris Page rolls out to the floor as the crowd is on fire. Page clutches his jaw as he reaches one knee as he looks on from ringside as Dorling climbs to the middle turnbuckle to celebrate in front of the fans.
BAXTER: 'That's the biggest win Dorling has got since stepping into the WGWF!'
DIAMOND: 'And isn't he happy to let everyone know...'
Dorling puts his hand to his ear to encourage more cheers from the crowd as...
BLACKOUT
BAXTER: 'This was almost inevitable after the last few weeks.'
The lights come back up and standing in the ring, looking up at Dorling - still standing up on the turnbuckle - is Velvet. The representative of the GOD of WGWF has a mic in her hands and stands, bathed in light. As Dorling climbs down to meet her, she speaks.
VELVET: 'He preens and poses among the devils in Colombia but he is yet to meet his salvation.'
Dorling motions for a mic as Velvet continues.
VELVET: 'Another win for you, Christopher. Your success breeds arrogance though, and pushes you away from the redemption of GOD himself.'
Dorling brings the mic to his lips.
DORLING: 'So the televangelist leaves but his servant lady remains. You look better than the man in the cheap Don Johnson suit, but you also use his cheap parlour tricks.'
Velvet raises an eyebrow.
DORLING: 'I've just beaten one of the greats of WGWF and you come out here to tell me I need salvation from your GOD? From what? From success?!'
VELVET: 'Those that need to be saved the most are the ones that see it least.'
DORLING: 'His pretentious riddles live on in you, how sad - I was hoping for a different kind of noise from your face hole. This is MY fucking moment and I'm not having you come out here to try to take it from me.'
VELVET: 'GOD does not take, he gives.'
The crowd noise rises as Velvet closes in on Dorling, standing face to face with him. He is taken aback.
DORLING: 'I'm gonna ask you nicely to take a little step back here...'
VELVET: 'Do not make this mistake again, even the patience of a GOD comes to an end.'
DORLING: 'If he steps in the ring with me it'll be more than his patience coming to an end.'
BAXTER: 'It's heating up in here, Frost continues to rile Dorling even without being in attendance.'
DIAMOND: 'But there's never any ACTION!'
Velvet puts her arms seductively around Dorling. His eyes widen. She plants a kiss square on his lips!
DIAMOND: 'Ok, I was thinking of a different kind of action to be fair.'
Dorling perhaps lets it linger for a moment too long before pushing Velvet away from him.
DORLING: 'That is not cool! You and your plastic pastor need to leave me the hell alone!'
VELVET: 'Dorling, now is not the time for...'
DORLING: 'I'll tell you what now is not the time for - it's not the time for your lectures and your prophecies and your snake oil and your bullshit. I'm a busy man, I have an Intercontinental Championship in my sights. You and Frost aren't the only ones with cheap tricks!'
Dorling drops the mic and crowd noise rises. Then he claps his hands.
BLACKOUT
BAXTER: 'What the?'
The light returns and Velvet stands in the ring, but Dorling is gone.
The ring is now covered with a red carpet with a table in the center that has a black skirt over it with two chairs; one on each side of the table and two microphones placed in front of each chair. There’s a podium that is facing the camera…
The fans erupt with massive boos as a smirking Adam Barker emerges out to the top of the ramp and starts to walk towards the ring.
Diamond: This was supposed to be moderated by General Manager Flash Rotten…
Baxter: But Adam Barker fixed that.
Adam reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron as he steps through the ropes where he holds his arms up in the air to massive boos from the crowd as Adam is all smiles. He walks over and stands behind the podium as the music fades away leaving the boos from the crowd.
ADAM BARKER- “Thank you so much!”
The boos get louder and louder as Adam soaks them in before he continues.
ADAM BARKER- “I’m obviously out here to fill the role that your General Manager left void because he couldn’t be here. You’re welcome.”
The boos get louder and louder for Barker who applauds the crowd be continuing.
ADAM BARKER- “We’re out here tonight to have our official contract signing between Alyce Starchylde and THE Tristan Slater for their Adventures in Wonderland match for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship in two short weeks at Wrestle Wars Twelve.”
There’s a pop for the mention of the Main Event of Wrestle Wars Twelve.
ADAM BARKER- “In order to get this done we need to have our participants, first would you please join me in welcoming the reigning and defending WGWF World Heavyweight Champion… THE Tristan Slater!!!”
The fans deliver a massively mixed ovation as attention draws to the top of the ramp where he has the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship over his right shoulder where he removes it and hoists it high in the air displaying a black t-shirt which reads “SHUT UP” on the top with the word “LIVER” and under it “YOU’RE FINE.”. Slater starts to make the walk towards the ring with the title hoisted in the air his entire walk.
Diamond: For the second straight year THE Tristan Slater will grace the grandest stage defending the World Heavyweight Championship.
Baxter: But this year he’s battling our Queen in HER environment.
THE Tristan Slater reaches ringside where he walks up the steel steps and stands on the ring apron as he lowers the title back over the shoulder as he glances up looking at the Wrestle Wars Twelve logo before stepping through the ropes and into the ring where he glances at Adam Barker before walking around the table where he sits in the chair looking up the ramp as he rests the World Title on the skirted table so that the face plate is directed towards the entrance ramp. THE Tristan Slater reaches for his microphone as his music fades away only to have Adam Barker interject before the World Champion can speak.
ADAM BARKER- “This isn’t the part where you speak… I got to bring out the challenger.”
THE Tristan Slater shakes his left index finger at Adam while raising his microphone up to his lips as he states.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “It’s time for you to stand there, shut up and let the REAL star do his job.”
THE Tristan Slater lowers his left hand as his attention shifts towards the top of the ramp.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Alyce… Oh Alyce, come on out and play.”
THE Tristan Slater lowers the microphone a little as he continues to look up the ramp as there is no Alyce Starchylde nor her music as Slater raises the microphone back up to his lips.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Come one Alyce, aren’t you about tired of these games? You attack me, I attack you and so on and so forth.”
There’s still no Alyce.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Look I’ll even let you and your goons lay yet another beating upon me just so we can get it over with and move on to Main Eventing the single biggest show of the year, Wrestle Wars. Over 85,000 fans have sold out Mercedes Benz Stadium in anticipation for this event so you’ll have to excuse me if I’m not interested in being here in Columbus, South Carolina when I have quadruple an audience waiting for me in Atlanta at Wrestle Wars Twelve.”
There’s boos from the crowd as Tristan shifts his attention down towards the contract that is attached to a clip board in the center of the table. Tristan casually reaches down takes the pen from the clipboard where he flips through the pages and simply signs his name on the dotted line before raising his head up towards the entrance ramp.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “I’ve already done my part, sugar tits. We’re just waiting on you.”
THE Tristan Slater completely lowers his microphone and simply waits for Alyce to grace us with her presence.
Alyce steps out onto the stage to a chorus of boos. She smiles at Slater and waggles her fingers as if someone is behind her. She holds up her finger and a line of security in black shirts with red hearts in the center array themselves in front of her. She shrugs and another line of the hearted security team arrays itself in front of her. With a smile she walks to the ring. Security leads the way and holds the ropes open for her and Anarchy and then they are joined in the ring by her security squad.
"Your offer to beat your ass sure is sweet," Alyce says, "but I'll get my fill of that at Wrestle Wars!"
With that, security gets in between the table and Slater. Alyce grabs the contract and signs it, then tossing the pen towards Slater and hitting him in the face. THE Tristan Slater has a smirk on his face before flipping the table over on to Alyce! The crowd pops as Slater comes towards Alyce only to have her security overwhelm Slater back into a neutral corner! Alyce recovers and charges towards the mob leaping on top of them as she starts hammering down on Slater!!
Diamond: The Queens guards have Slater pinned in the corner!!
Baxter: And the Queen is unloading!!!
Alyce lands right hands after right hands to Slater’s face and head as he’s still restrained. Suddenly Arena Security hit the ring pulling Alyce back across the ring and as they do Slater breaks free of the grasp from the Queen’s Security and starts nailing them with right hands! Slater hurls a guard over the top rope before turning around decking another in the jaw! Boot to the midsection of another before sending him over the top rope and out to the floor before delivering the Flip Piledriver to another one! Slater pops back up to his feet where he charges across the ring yanking the members of the building security backwards to the mat where he’s able to get to Starchylde!
Diamond: Slater’s nailing anything that moves!!
The crowd is on fire as Slater starts punching and kicking Starchylde as she’s restrained back into the opposite neutral corner!
Baxter: Someone has to stop this!!
Diamond: If they’re all over each other now just think of what it’s going to be like when they take an Adventure in Wonderland in two weeks at Wrestle Wars Twelve!!
Slater continues to hammer and stomp away at Alyce before decking the arena security members that have her restrained! Slater steps back out to the center of the ring where he and Alyce stare each other down before Slater calls Starchylde out! The crowd seeming gets louder and louder as Alyce walks out from the corner towards Slater when they begin a heated exchange of right hands! With Adam Barker now out on the floor he calls for re-enforcements as Columbia’s finest make their way towards the ring!
Baxter: SIX COPS!!
The Police Officers flood the ring quickly separating the two as three place Alyce in handcuffs while the other three place Slater in Handcuffs!
Diamond: They’re arresting the Main Event of Wrestle Wars Twelve!!
Monday Night Brawl leaves the air in complete and utter chaos.
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