Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on May 29, 2018 21:35:03 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENTS
ROAD TO SUMMER MADNESS WORLD TOUR 2018
BEIJING NATIONAL STADIUM
BEIJING, CHINA
5.28.18
73,765
THE BARKER FILES: UNITY
We cut to the back. Chris Page is pacing along the corridor, speaking in to a cellphone.
CHRIS PAGE- “Adam, it’s Chris again. I appreciate you’re probably still put under at the moment, but I want you to know that I’ve sent more doctors over to examine you. The results have been… inconclusive up to now. But I promise you, I’m going to find the son of a bitch that did this to you and make them wish they were never born. You have my word. If you are able to hear this…. Just let me know you’re alright.”
With a heavy sigh, Chris lowers the cellphone and stands solemnly quiet. It takes him a moment to collect himself, before he turns to the wall and pounds it angrily with his fist. He pants heavily, before planting his open palm on the wall, allowing it to slide down as he turns around.
He is suddenly caught by surprise. Leaning straight into his face, exhaling odiously is none other than Grimoire Xmyles. CCP jerks back as GX chuckles to himself.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Ho-hum. What a dilemma it is that you are facing.”
CHRIS PAGE- “Get the fuck out of my face, clown! I have more important things on my mind than talking to a prick like you.”
GX recoils with a forced heartbroken gasp.
GRIMOIIRE XMYLES- “Oh, Christopher. I’m crushed! And here I was thinking that we could finally put the past behind us and move on with our relationship.”
CHRIS PAGE- “I have no ‘relationship’ with you, moron! I’ve got no business with you other than kicking your ass to the other side of China here tonight.”
Chris Page goes to walk away, but GX sidles up beside him, rubbing against his hip like a cat before standing right in front of his. Chris rolls his eyes in annoyance.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Au contrare, mon amis. I believe that the conflict in our interests is not as sparse as you might kid yourself to believe.”
Page folds his arms.
CHRIS PAGE- “What are you talking about.”
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “I suppose you could say that I’ve been… a little uninspired for the last couple of weeks. I mean, ever since I ripped Lunacy a new one, I haven’t been allowed to have too much fun. They’ve kept me off shows, both televised and localized. But then…”
He smiles twistedly.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Someone tried to kill Adam Barker and make it look like suicide. And suddenly, I feel reinvigorated.”
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Uh-uh-uhhhh, oh no you don’t, cowboy. It appears that you and I have the same desires. You want to find the culprit, don’t you?”
Chris Page pauses. He doesn’t trust this clown. Not for one second. And justifiably so. Nonetheless, the severity of his predicament might require him to take some risks.
CHRIS PAGE:- “Why the hell do YOU, of all people, want to find the culprit?”
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “So I can shake them by the hand, of course.”
Once again, Grimoire lets out a small chuckle to himself as Chris’ top lip curls upwards. He balls a fist, ready to deliver a strike to GX, but the man they call The Phobia cuts him off.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Come now. My offer is genuine, as are my reasons. You get what you want, I get what I want. So you scratch my back… and I’ll scratch yours.”
CHRIS PAGE- “How are we going to contact one another if either of us finds anything?”
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “You’ll know when I need you.”
Grimoire holds out his hand, ready for Chris Page to shake in agreement. Unwillingly, but desperately, he grabs GX’s hand. Immediately, the lets out a yelp of pain. He shakes his wrist in agitation as he looks at GX’s hand. There is a joy buzzer looped around his hand, the electric shock caught him by surprise.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Whoops! Sorry! Force of habit!
CHRIS PAGE- “If you even THINK about turning this into some sort of game…”
Page’s menacing threat does little to unnerve The Phobia. Grimoire simply slinks back into the shadows, only the gleam from his stained teeth can be seen as he chuckles wickedly to himself. Chris Page looks uncertain. Could Page have really just done a deal with the Devil in order to find Adam Barker’s attacker? He uncertainly moves away, not taking his eyes from the dark corner in which Xmyles lurks as the camera cuts to commercial.
MATCH ONE:
DARK TRUTH versus ERIK JOSTEN
Masters: Ladies and gentlemen.. our opening match is scheduled for one fall and is NO DISQUALIFICIATION!
Massive Wagon's "Nails" permeates through the arena speakers as the WGWF fans rise in expectation of their Heroic Hoss.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Through the curtain bursts Eric Josten, fists clenched, and eyes focussed only on the ring. He was ready for a fight... to take a beating, but make sure he dished out an even more brutal one himself.
Diamond: This match isn't going to see any pulled punches. You can bet that Josten has been thinking about this for weeks, and is going to find that extra level if he needs to.
Masters: Introducing first, weighing in at 314 pounds... ERIK JOSTEN!!!
As soon as he slides into the ring, Josten turns back to the aisle, gesturing for the Dark Truth to get out.
Baxter: If he's too angry, then his judgement will be clouded, letting the Dark Truth take him to pieces.
Some creepy music hit the arena told Josten that his wishes were about to come true, and the Dark Truth strolls out from the back into an arena of hate. Donning black and white Citizen Truth tights; a black, white & red CT mask; black boots and a black & red cape.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Masters: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown. He weighs in at and undisclosed amount... THE DARK TRUTH!
Josten is held back by the referee as Truth makes his way down the aisle, shaking his head at the fans who hurl all kind of abuse at him.
Diamond: Well, I think it's clear to see whose side the fans are on.
Baxter: Which makes it obvious whose side I'll be on.
As Truth goes to step into the ring, Josten pushes past the referee and charges at his heated rival, scoring with a hard knee to the temple that sends Truth tumbling down to the floor.
Diamond: Josten isn't waiting here! And if that knee was an indicator of what we're going to see from him tonight, this could be a brutal encounter.
Taking off his cape, the startled Dark Truth stumbles up, holding the side of his head, only for Josten to grab the top rope and slingshot down onto him with an impressive Plancha. Truth hits the mats with Josten on top of him, before the Heroic Hoss straddles his rival to land stinging right hands to the jaw.
Diamond: WOW! This isn't a Josten we usually see... it looks like he's willing to put his own body on the line to take out this mysterious attacker!
With the crowd firmly behind the riled Josten, he grabs a handful of Dark Truth's mask, before hurling him into the ring steps, the crash echoing around ringside.
Baxter: Hey, didn't these things used to happen in the ring?
As Dark Truth pulls himself up, dazed, Josten gestures for the fans in the front row to back away. Running up behind Truth, Josten again grabs his head and runs at the rail, hurdling it to smash Truth's face into the barrier with an innovative Bulldog.
Diamond: Truth had better have a good dentist, that guard rail is NOT soft!
As Josten hops back up, the crowd pat him on the back, beginning a chant of his name.
"JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN!"
Despite the referee yelling for the action to finally get in the ring, Josten hops onto the rail and waits for the stunned Dark Truth to rise. With the enemy in his sights, Josten grabs Truth's shoulders, before sending Truth flying over into the ring post.
Diamond: This one might be over before it even enters the ring. Josten is just putting the pain on Dark Truth.
Dark Truth grabs his back where the post connected, but all it does is give Josten a target to rain down stomps at.
Baxter: The actions of a simple thug, Diamond. It's a sad day when such acts are applauded.
Breaking away from Truth, Josten turns to the fans and thrusts his arms into the air, the look of pure rage and determination causing another chant to echo around the building.
"JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN!"
After nodding back to them, Josten then grabs Dark Truth by the mask and tights, before rolling him back into the ring. Sliding in after his rival, Josten backs away to the centre of the ring, urging the masked man to get up and fight him.
Diamond: Josten wants Truth to bring it to him. He's dished out some early punishment, now he wants a FIGHT!
Groggy from the early onslaught, Truth stumbles up and flings a right at Josten, only for it to be ducked, and a waistlock to clamp around him. Before Dark Truth can even realize it's happening, Josten heaves him over for a German Suplex, shoulders and neck smashing against the unforgiving canvas.
Baxter: Why isn't that move banned yet? Are we just waiting until the whole roster are having neck surgery?
Not releasing his tight waistlock, Josten heaves Truth back to his feet, then hits a second, brutal German Suplex.
"JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN!"
Fuelled by the fans, Josten once again drags the sandbagging body of Dark Truth up, then backs towards the corner. Bending his knees sharply, and using all the strength his body can muster, Josten flings the smaller man over with a Release German Suplex, sending him ploughing into the turnbuckles.
"JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN!"
Grabbing Truth's feet, Josten drags him out of the corner, then drops down, hooking the leg.
ONE!
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TWO!
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TH-NO!
The crowd jeer the near fall, all wanting Josten to put the despised Dark Truth away quickly.
Diamond: Josten is really at a disadvantage as he doesn't know his opponent. Usually that would've been enough to get the three.
Looking out of it on his feet, the groggy Dark Truth pulls himself up, instantly staggering back into the corner for support. Caught up in the fight, Josten charges at him, throwing his body into an amazing Stinger Splash that almost sends him tumbling over the top as he smashes against Truth's face and chest.
Diamond: Whoa! Josten put on the brakes just in time! He was a little too eager there, and nearly jumped right over the post!
With each step looking like it's his last, Truth stumbles out of the corner, only for Josten to grab him, then throw his rival overhead with a tight T-Bone Suplex.
Baxter: Truth looks to have the frame to absorb these impacts, he'll just be waiting for a chance to get a momentum-shifter in.
Dark Truth's neck and shoulders take another huge impact, before Josten again hooks the leg.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO!
After spitting out his gum, Josten sighs, having hoped to put his rival away early.
Diamond: Josten doesn't want Dark Truth to get a move in here.
Grabbing Dark Truth's mask, Josten drags him up, before landing a string of hammering rights that backs his opponent to the corner. Draping Truth's arms over the top rope, Josten leaves his chest exposed, then lights it up with a vicious Knife-Edge Chop.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Dark Truth winces as the pain pulses from his chest, only for Josten to follow up with another, and another, and another, and another.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
With Truth's chest turning red raw, Josten grabs his wrist and whips him into the opposite buckles, the bigger man's back rippling as the jolting impact is felt all through his body. Eager to continue the relentless assault, Josten ruses in after him, going for a Corner Clothesline... only for Dark Truth to step forward and scoop him up for a Sidewalk Slam, flinging Josten down almost on the top of his head.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
After taking a moment to catch his breath and uncloud his senses, Dark Truth pulls Josten up by the hair, then drops him right back down with a charging Lariat, almost turning the Hoss inside out.
Baxter: Haha! He nearly threw him through the ring!
Still feeling the effects of Josten's vicious attacks, Truth stalks the crawling Josten, before stepping across the small of his back, collapsing the object of his hatred. Again grabbing Josten by the hair, Truth clamps both his hands around his throat, lifting the bigger opponent off the mat. As Josten begins to turn red, Truth releases him, then smashes him out of the air with a stiff elbow to the face.
Diamond: And this is exactly why Josten was so keen on finishing this early...
Josten is sent spinning down to the canvas, just avoiding landing square on his head.
Baxter: That swing could break rocks, so Josten's head was never going to stand a chance.
Arrogantly, Dark Truth drops down and presses his hands down onto Josten's shoulders, pinning them to the mat.
ONE!
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TWO!
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TH-NO!
Revitalising the fans, Josten bursts a shoulder up in defiance, then begins to crawl to the corner.
Diamond: Josten is just looking for a few seconds to get himself together here.
As Josten pulls himself up using the ropes, Truth charges in, hitting a sickening Corner Spear to Josten's spine, almost snapping him in two.
Baxter: This is pro wrestling, there aren't any time-outs here. You don't look behind you, you get snapped.
With the fans silenced, Truth grabs the crooked Josten by the waist, then hurls him overhead with a Release German Suplex that sends the bigger man flipping through to land on his face. Sitting up, impressed, Dark Truth brushes his hands off, then crawls over to Josten and rolls him over.
Diamond: That's scary power there. Josten isn't a Light Heavyweight.
Again, his hands push Josten's shoulders down.
ONE!
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TW-!
To jeers from the respectful crowd, Dark Truth pulls Josten's shoulders off the canvas, then slaps him across the face.
"DARK-TRUTH-SUCKS! DARK-TRUTH-SUCKS! DARK-TRUTH-SUCKS!"
Showing off his impressive strength, Truth lifts Josten, then presses him up above his head. With Josten hanging limp, Truth parades him around the ring, before tossing him off onto the top rope, the cable cutting across Josten's chest and throat.
Baxter: Like a rag doll, Diamond. Like a rag doll.
With his body sent bouncing back, Josten is against grabbed by Truth, and pressed above his head.
Diamond: It's almost effortless for Dark Truth.
Taunting the fans, Truth raises and lowers Josten, before striding over to the corner and dropping him with a Snake Eyes, Josten's forehead smashing against the top turnbuckle, causing his neck to snap sickly.
Baxter: Ohhh, that one's going to need an X-Ray!
Before Josten can drop to the canvas, Dark Truth grabs him in a Full Nelson, before throwing himself forward for a Russian Legsweep, again smashing Josten's exposed head into the buckle.
Diamond: Dark Truth is just brutalizing Josten here, and I can't see a way for the Boy Wonder to get back into this.
Keeping the Full Nelson locked in, Truth heaves Josten up, before spiking him down for a Full Nelson Slam.
Baxter: Those have to be some of the harshest slams and suplexes you'll see ever see. He gets Josten high, and then flings him down into the canvas.
Again, Truth drops down, pinning Josten's shoulders to the mat.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO!
Just as the fans start to fear the worst, Josten bursts a shoulder up, much to Dark Truth's anger.
Diamond: Dark Truth is determined to beat Josten here. A loss isn't an option, and I don't know what he'll do if he doesn't pick up the W here.
Grabbing Josten's head, Dark Truth unleashes a furious volley of right hands, before ploughing his forearm again and again into Josten's face. Snarling down at Josten, Truth finally hooks a leg.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO!
"JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN!"
Truth's clenched fists smash against the canvas in frustration as Josten gets a shoulder up, erupting the fans.
Diamond: Josten might not be able to get any shots in, but just kicking out is starting to rile Dark Truth.
Grabbing Josten's hair, Truth goes to hook him in for a Suplex, only for the crafty Hoss to counter with an Inside Cradle.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO!
Just as every fan in the building through Josten had sneaked the win, Dark Truth bursts out, then sends a hard stomp to Josten's head. Pulling his resilient rival up by the wrist, Truth whips him into the ropes, then tries to behead him with a Lariat... only for Josten to swing under it and lock in a Crucifix.
Diamond: He has a Crucifix! Can he get Truth d-NO!
But before Josten can drag Dark Truth off-balance, he's crushed against the mat with a Samoan Drop.
Baxter: Grab a shovel, we've got some scrapin' to do!
Smirking at the fans, Truth stomps on Josten before walking over and climbing out the ring. He walks over and snatched the chair that Donald Masters was sitting on, then snatches the mic.
He climbs back in the ring and throws the chair down.
DARK TRUTH - C'mon Erik.. quit.. quit like you always have. Quit like you quit on me all those years ago! No one gives a shit about you! Not your mother.. not your brothers.. no one!!
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Josten is slowly trying to push himself up.
DARK TRUTH - I have always been the best thing in this fucking sport and everybody wants you (points at Josten) to fucking quit! And the best part about it is that you get to watch your former partner be the star that you'll never be! When I'm done, your wife will quit on you! Your son, your SON will quit on you!
The causes Josten to finally push up to his knees. With a pissed off look on his face, he snatches the mic from the Dark Truth.
JOSTEN - Go ahead, grab the chair! Grab it! I dare you to hit me! (Josten reaches up and slaps the Dark Truth) You ain't got the balls! You hide behind a mask, you bitch! Hit me!
The Dark Truth shakes his head before grabbing the chair.
JOSTEN - DO IT! DO IT! You a big tough guy! C'mon you miserable bitch! DO IT!
The Dark Truth raises the chair above his head but before he can swing, Josten gets up and headbutts him right in the chin. The Dark Truth staggers before dropping down to his knees. Josten steps over and grabs the chair, the grabs the mic.
JOSTEN - You wanna talk about my family?! Aight. Now I'm gonna break your neck!
The Dark Truth tries to scurry away from Josten but to no avail. Josten has grabs the Dark Truth but his tries to fight him off. Both men are fighting over the chair.
Diamond: This has gotten ugly, real quick!
Josten drives the Dark Truth down to his knees, but what he doesn't notice is the roar from the crowd. Over the guardrail steps a large man with black jeans & a black hooded jacket on, covering his face. He slides in the ring and grabs Josten around the waist and sends him over with a German suplex. The 3rd man gets to his feet and the arena is in shock as we can all see his identity.
Diamond: What the hell?! THE SENTINEL!! OH GOD NO!
Baxter: WHAT?!
The Sentinel stands over the fallen Josten, staring down at him with a look of pure disdain. The Dark Truth is in sitting up in the corner, not believing what he's seeing.. but very relieved.
Diamond: The Sentinel just dropped Erik Josten on his neck but why?!
The Sentinel dead-lifts Josten off the mat and takes him over into another suplex.
Diamond: I can't believe what I'm witnessing!
Baxter: Me either but I'm loving it!
The Sentinel picks Josten up and hoists him up over his shoulder. With the Dark Truth directing traffic, the Sentinel rushes across the ring and drives Josten back first into the turnbuckle. With Josten still on his shoulder, he turns and charges toward the opposite corner, driving him into that turnbuckle. He then turns and charges, slamming Josten down into the mat.
Baxter: Erik Josten is done!
Diamond: Erik Josten needs help, right now!
Baxter: I heard Connolly hasn't gotten to the building yet.
Diamond: Erik Josten isn't moving. We really need help out here!
The Dark Truth grabs the chair, unfolds it and sits it in the middle of the ring. The Dark Truth grabs Josten and sets him upright.
Diamond: This is over. Ring the bell and get some help out here!
The Dark Truth sits down in the chair.. and then locks in a chinlock. The referee asks Josten if he quits but he gets no answer from Josten. The ref has no choice.
DING! DING! DING!
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
The Dark Truth plays to the crowd, keeping the chinlock locked in.
Diamond: Now get him off! Two on one! No one signed a contract for two on one!
Masters: Erik Josten was unable to answer the referee's, therefore her-..
The Dark Truth stops Masters and demands he says something.
Masters: ... here is your winner, by CHINLOCK.. THE DARK TRUTH!!
The Dark Truth climbs the turnbuckle and celebrates. The Sentinel comes over and picks DT up onto his shoulders and carries him around the ring.
Diamond: Chinlock my ass. The reason the Dark Truth won that contest is because of the man who's carrying him on his shoulders right now.
Baxter: That is a scary duo. The Sentinel now under the direction of the Dark Truth.
Diamond: The pressing issue is that Erik Josten is still not moving.
The Sentinel puts Dark Truth and the exit the ring, but not before DT spits on Josten and steps over him.
A GAME CHANGER AND A RAVEN:
(Scene switches backstage to show James Raven, sitting in his locker room, stretching for his match. James has a quiet, thoughtful look on his face, as if he doesn't know exactly what he's about to get himself into with this three on two situation against Paul Frost and Extinction tonight. But he's the Legend, the one and only James Raven, and his comeback ignited something in him. He looks calm and ready to go out there and give the best account for himself... and that's when a grating voice cuts through the reverie, making Raven look off-camera.)
Kyle Shane: Caw caw, motherfuckers. Team RavenShane is in the house! Hey, partner, I just came to check on you, see if you're ready to soar. Cause, you're... well, never mind...
(James sighs a little bit. Obviously Kyle can be an acquired taste, for everyone, and the two of them don't have a ton of positive history from the start, but James shows signs of humoring the man he's sticking with tonight as he gets to his feet.)
James Raven: Bird jokes. Never gets old.
Kyle Shane: Yeah, well... you can expect me to lay an egg out there every once in a while, but that's why we keep trying, right?
(Amused despite himself, James grins and shakes his head.)
James Raven: You're an idiot, Kyle.
Kyle Shane: I hope that doesn't mean you're having second thoughts.
(Before Raven can protest, Kyle holds his hands up, in defense mode.)
Kyle Shane: Because look, not for nothing, James, I already went through this shit at Wrestlewars with Silence. So if you're coming out there to walk out on me, tip a ladder over on me or screw me out of this match, can you please let me know now? I already had one partner who pledged to help me defend the honor of the Tag titles against it being ruined by the resurrection and parading around with it Frost and his goons were doing. So if you want out, then there's the door. Well, behind me, actually, you'd have to go around me - FIGURATIVELY, there is the door. But if you want to stick with me, tonight and past then, and make something of these Tag titles, give worth to them, give them a damn REASON to be brought out of mothballs, then all you have to do is hold up your end.
James Raven: Shane... I have never, and will never, need a speech from you, about holding up my end.
Kyle Shane: Alright, fair. And for what it's worth, a team like you and me, Shane and Raven. RavenShane. We can own this Tag division. We can put it on lock. We can be the most dominant team this company has seen. Rizzoko who? The DVC what the what? Please. Teaming with Silence wouldn't have gotten me where you and I can go.
James Raven: Well, I'm glad you have a good feeling about it because I - wait, really? RavenShane?
Kyle Shane: ...Uh. Yeah. I'm just trying out tag team names, and that was the first one I was gonna pitch to you -
James Raven: And you landed... on RavenShane. The one that makes us sound like a retarded Hogwarts House.
(Kyle blows a breath out through his lips sarcastically and rolls his eyes.)
Kyle Shane: A Hogwarts house? Are you kidding me, everyone knows that Harry Potter is for kids... but while I'm at it, did you have Hogwarts Mystery downloaded for your iPhone and if so could you send me some energy gems, I'm stuck at this one part in the library.
(James is staring at Kyle with a mixture of horror and bemusement.)
James Raven: Aren't you like... five years older than me, here?
Kyle Shane: ...Don't get smart, kid. Alright, look, we'll work on the name. But just put a pin in RavenShane in case we wanna reassess and come to the conclusion that it fits, okay? (Claps his hands together) And anyway let's just go out there. We beat the hell out of Past His Shelf Life 2014 Paul Frost God and his two scripture toting choir boys, we fully claim the Tag titles, and we set a statement in the name of RavenS- of our budding new tag team. Okay? Ready? Break.
(Kyle pounds Raven on the shoulder, giving the very confused legend a dap and a football like grunt, then pats James on the rump and exits the locker room.)
James Raven: We're not calling the team that by the way!
Kyle Shane: We'll talk later, bro, see you out there!
(James blows out a breath, the look on his face asking what the hell he is getting into as the scene switches back to ringside.)
THE BARKER FILES: EVIDENCE
We cut to Flash Rotten’s office, where the sole-acting officer of Monday Night Brawl can be seen filtering through sheet after sheet of paper. He has a large smile on his face and he crams particular sheets into an opaque beige envelope. His lovely young assistant can be seen next to him as if awaiting instructions.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I need you to take this immediately to the parking lot. I have contacted the local authorities and they will meet you to inspect the evidence I have gathered. They will be here any minute.”
There is a knock on the door.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Enter.”
The door swings open to reveal Bill and Ted of The Dancing Dudes, who saunter into the room with their usual swagger.
DANCING DUDE BILL- “Yo! You wanted to see us, boss dude?”
FLASH ROTTEN- “I most certainly did! I need the two of you to escort my assistant here to the parking lot. She is carrying a ‘very important package’ that needs to be given to the authorities. I believe the evidence that I’ve collated might be truly incriminating to the individual responsible for our old friend Adam Barker’s attempted ‘suicide.’ As such, it is imperative that they receive it without issue.”
Both Dancing Dudes gasp in unison.
DANCING DUDE TED- “No waaaaaay! You know who did it?”
FLASH ROTTEN: I’m not 100% sure how accurate it is, but with further analysis, our culprit could be behind bars before the night’s end. That’s why I don’t want anything happening to her, or the evidence, en route. I have to keep an eye on everything else happening with the show.”
DANCING DUDE BILL- “You can count on us, boss dude!”
DANCING DUDE TED- “Totally!”
FLASH ROTTEN- “Well then, if you’d be so kind…”
His assistant bows obediently. The Dancing Dudes open the door for her and allow her to pass. They both examine her from behind, standing and drooling for just a moment.
FLASH ROTTEN- “AHEM!”
Bill and Ted suddenly jump and quickly vacate the office, closing the door behind them, leaving Flash to shake his head to himself.
SIX PERSON TAG TEAM MATCH
MDK, ALYCE STARCHYLE and CHRIS PAGE versus JOHN TOLLY, GRIMOIRE XMYLES and HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD
HHH, Tolly and Xmyles are still awkwardly introducing themselves to each other as Hardhead’s music comes to an end and The Royal Family talk in a huddle before all three rush the ring and grab a man each to whale on in a corner. Page takes Xmyles, M.D.K takes Hardhead while Starchylde has Tolly and all three beat down their opposition in the corner while the referee desperately tries to gain control of the situation. Hardhead gets whipped into the ropes and returns with a shoulder block that drops M.D.K to the mat as as the former World Heavyweight Champion picks himself up using the ropes for assistance, HHH charges in with a lariat that sends the Brit over the top ropes and onto the floor below! Starchylde sees that her King has been dumped unceremoniously outside and leaves Tolly to charge over to the islander but is met with a boot to the mid-section which Hardhead follows up with a rolling neck-breaker! Starchylde rolls out of the ring and after stunning Xmyles in the corner with a European uppercut, CCP turns and glares at Hardhead, charges forwards and is lifted and dumped back down with a Samoan drop that rattles the ring! Page rolls out of the ring and joins his partners as HHH heads over to his partners to check on them, help them to their feet and then poses for the fans while The Royal Family compose themselves on the outside!
Diamond: “A chaotic start to the proceedings tonight as M.D.K and his cronies thought they could get the jump on this cobbled together team but Hardhead and Friends had other ideas.”
Baxter: “Maybe if the referee to get some semblance of control, we might have ourselves a wrestling match...”
Hardhead and Xmyles climb to the outside as Jon Tolly stays in the ring while The Royal Family climb onto the opposing apron and decide who will face off against the newcomer. Starchylde saunters into the ring and squares up to Tolly. They lock up in the centre of the ring but Alyce ducks through and connects with a knee to the midsection. Tolly doubles over and Alyce follows up with an elbow to the back of his head. Starchylde backs into the ropes, charges forwards for a bulldog but Tolly catches the Queen of WGWF, hauls her up and rives her down with a sidewalk slam! Alyce rolls across the mat and sits up clutching the back of her head as M.D.K and Page protest to the referee.
Diamond: “What are those two moaning about?”
Baxter: “That this John Tolly is a woman beater! It’s unacceptable!”
Alyce reaches up and tags her King in and the former World Champion charges in and almost decapitates Tolly with a clothesline. Tolly scrambles up to a knee but M.D.K is already on him and using his veteran ways to cut off his momentum with MMA style knees to the head and chest before standing the rookie up straight and hitting a brutal stiff chop to the chest of Tolly. M.D.K backs his opponent into the corner with a look of pure fury on his face for Tolly laying his hands on M.D.K’s beloved and dares him to do it again before hitting some stiff kicks to the gut of Tolly who drops down and M.D.K keeps going with the boots forcing the referee to call for the break. The referee admonishes the King of the WGWF as Tolly tries to compose himself. M.D.K pushes the referee aside and rushes Tolly again but the rookie hoists the former champion up and hotshots him onto the top turnbuckle. As M.D.K staggers backwards, Tolly reaches out to Xmyles who simply tilts his head and stares wide-eyed at his partner...
Diamond: “Xmyles was always going to be the wildcard in this match! He’s never played well with others...”
Hardhead looks exasperated and reaches over and tags Tolly himself and climbs through the ropes and grabs M.D.K from behind but the Brit catches him in the side of the head with a reverse elbow and manages to turn to face the Islander only to be grabbed again and this time hit with a rolling belly to belly that drives the Crimson King into the mat! He hooks the leg!
1!
2!
But M.D.K bursts out of the pinfall attempt and HHH looks bemused as he picks himself up and drags his opponent up by his hair and clubs him over the back of the head before whipping the Brit into the corner. He takes his time before charging in with a running knee that drives the wind out of his lungs. HHH then snapmares M.D.K and then boots the former champion into the small of his back. He then walks over to his corner and goes to tag in Grimoire who stares at him blankly and smiles vacantly at a frustrated Hardhead roars at Xmyles for a tag and then his eyes open in horror as M.D.K spins him around and hauls him over with a t-bone suplex!
Baxter: “Pure strength there from M.D.K to deliver a t-bone suplex to Hawaiian Hardhead.”
Hardhead looks up and is met by a boot to the side of his head and he slumps down to the mat and tags in Page who holds the head of Hardhead and delivers a couple of straight right hands followed by a 12-6 elbow to the top of his head that dazes the big man while CCP backs into the ropes and connects with a measured knee to the side of HHH’s head. Page drops to his knees and hooks the leg!
1!
2!
Hardhead powers out with authority and Page sits up with a wry smile. He drags Hardhead up to his feet and whips him into the ropes and swings for a clothesline but misses as HHH ducks under the attempt. He crashes into the other ropes and holds on for stability and looks rattles as Xmyles smacks him on the back with a blind tag, climbs onto the middle rope, then the top rope and then onto Hardhead’s shoulders and throws himself at a stunned Chris Page and flattens him with an elevated Thesz press and follows up with a wild flurry of lefts and rights like a rabid animal.
Diamond: “Xmyles finally gets himself into this match and makes a beeline for Page like a man possessed!”
Baxter: “This guy... He ain’t right is he?”
Diamond: “What part of this whole thing drove you to that conclusion...”
Page struggles to fight back and it isn’t until Xmyles digs his thumbs into the eyes of Page that forces the referee to call for the break. The referee drags GX away and remind him that physically blinding your opponent tends to be frowned upon. As Page rolls onto all fours, he lifts one hand to rub his face and Xmyles charges forwards and stomps on the supporting hand of Page who crashes face-first to the mat and Grimoire stares down at his adversary with wide, vacant eyes while his partners look on in bewilderment.
Baxter: “This guy’s partners don’t even know what to do with him.”
Page grips his hand as he rolls to his side and looks to be in discomfort as Xmyles kneels beside his fallen foe and forcefully takes the hand of Page who holds his other hand out to plead for clemency but Xmyles simply bites down on the fingers of CCP who howls in pain!
Diamond: “Grimoire Xmyles doesn’t have a line does he?”
Xmyles stands up and drags Page up by his hair and clubs him over the back of the head before whipping the Hall of Famer into the turnbuckle and follows him in with a running dropkick into the chest causing Page to slump into a seated position. GX rolls backwards to his feet, hops up onto the middle rope and leaps onto the groin with a double stomp to the groin / mid-section and follows up by taking a step back and hits a short range Yakuza kick to the side of Page’s head. Tolly calls for a tag and Xmyles looks him up and down before turning away from his partners to face his foes once again.
Diamond: “Looks like Xmyles is out for himself tonight.”
Page slumps down and Xmyles leans into him and whispers into his ear something before headbutting the Chronic One in the side of the head before choking him with one hand!
Baxter: “This isn’t wrestling! This is base level common assault!”
The referee calls for a break and admonishes GX for his choice of attack. As he does, Page slowly crawls across the ring to make a tag but Xmyles spots this and makes his way over to stalk his prey. He lets Page get close to the outstretched hand of Alyce and goes to cut him off with a kick but Alyce leans through the ropes to shorten the distance but the referee steps in to stop her and with the referee distracted, M.D.K lunges through the middle ropes, spins GX to face him and hits an inverted atomic drop followed by a European uppercut that flattens the Markman Asylum resident.
Diamond: “Cheap tactics from the Royal Family there...”
Baxter: “Cheap EFFECTIVE tactics...”
Page uses the time bought for him to tag Starchylde in and the Queen of WGWF takes advantage of the downed GX with quick kicks to his downed body followed by dragging him up and dumping him back down with a snap suplex. Starchylde poses and the crowd give her huge heat as GX rolls to all fours and the Goddess turns and hauls him back to his feet and delivers a quick couple of knees before whipping GX into the turnbuckle but as Starchylde leaps in, Xmyles staggers out of the way and into the outstretched hand of Jon Tolly. Xmyles looks upset as the rookie steps into the ring and the referee has to physically remove Xmyles from the ring.
Tolly makes his way over to Starchylde and kicks the back of her legs out from her and she hobbles on the spot as Tolly grabs her by the waist and hits a back suplex onto Starchylde and the audience are on their feet in applause and M.D.K joins them!
Diamond: “Why is M.D.K applauding his Queen being suplexed?”
Baxter: “It’s respect. A word synonymous with M.D.K.”
Tolly stands up and as the applause dies down, M.D.K continues to clap, whoop and cheer. Tolly narrows his eyes as M.D.K nods his head and smiles at Tolly.
Baxter: “He’s giving credit where it’s due!”
M.D.K extends a hand to shake the hand of Jon Tolly who eyes him cautiously. M.D.K nods his head to encourage Tolly to accept the token of appreciation while the crowd chant “no” over and over. Naively, Tolly reaches out and shakes the hand of M.D.K who drags him in, headbutts Tolly across the bridge of his nose, keeps a grip of his arm and leaps off the apron and hyper-extends his shoulder across the top rope causing immense pain to the newcomer!
Diamond: “Sickening!”
Alyce is back to her feet and takes advantage of the situation with a side Russian leg-sweep onto Tolly who crashes to the mat. She leans up and tags in Page who comes in and puts the boots to the shoulder of JT before dragging him to his feet before hitting an arm-drag that takes him back down to the mat and he synches in an armbar on the rookie who howls in discomfort. He battles his way back to one knee and Page cuts him off with a thumb to the eye before tagging in M.D.K whole keeping hold of the arm tightly.
Baxter: “The Royal Family are cutting the ring off perfectly here.”
Diamond: “With the help of cheap tricks...”
M.D.K climbs in and kicks Tolly in the armpit cruelly before taking hold of the arm for himself. He hauls Tolly to his feet and twists the arm 180 degrees before whipping him towards the turnbuckle but plants his feet to jerk the newcomer backwards and into a heap on the mat as the crowd’s heat rises. The King of the WGWF holds the arm, twists it wickedly with Tolly still on the mat and drives a boot into the socket once again before pressing his knee into it. Tolly howls in pain as M.D.K pins the arm to the mat and slaps the face of JT teasingly. Tolly writhes in pain, lashes out and catches M.D.K in the side of the head and the former champion releases his grip and staggers backwards. Tolly groggily rolls to his knees and crawls towards his corner but he gets close when M.D.K is on top of him, grabs him under his arms and his a full Nelson suplex! M.D.K sarcastically waves at HHH and Xmyles and the former looks livid and charges the ring but the referee intervenes allowing the Royal Family to use the distraction to all whale in with stomps before M.D.K and Page hold Tolley in place and Starchylde hits a backflip double footed stomp onto the shoulder of the rookie who howls in agony. Page and Alyce return to the apron as the referee assumes control once again as the King of the WGWF drags JT up again and over to the corner where he tags CCP back in and they hit a double-double underhook DDT before M.D.K steps out onto the apron.
Diamond: “This ring has been cut in half by the Royal Family and Jon Tolly needs a tag and fast...”
Page drags Tolly up by the arm and hits an arm-breaker and locks in a hyper-extended arm-bar. HHH slaps the turnbuckle to boost Tolly’s confidence and Tolly starts to rally and battles his way to one knee when Page reaches out and tags Starchylde back in where she takes over control of the damaged limb and adds sick elbows for good measure. She whips Tolley into the turnbuckle and somersaults towards him for a somersault hurricanrana but as she gets her legs around his head, Tolly hits a powerbomb on Starchylde out of nowhere!
Diamond: “Powerbomb on the Queen! With one arm! Such resilience from the rookie!”
Baxter: “TREASON! TREASON!”
Hawaiian Hardhead slams the turnbuckle in frustration and the crowd join in to encourage Tolly who drags himself across the ring with one arm. Harhead holds out his arm while Xmyles looks disinterested with his eyes fixed on Page who - along with M.D.K urges Starchylde to get up. She stirs and makes her way over to the corner and being slightly fresher, quickly draws close to tagging in one of her partners, but the roar from the crowd rises up as Tolly makes one last lunge and tags HHH into the match!
Diamond: “Tag on HHH! Business just picked up!”
Hardhead charges forwards and meets M.D.K who tries to cut him off only to be levelled with a shoulder tackle from the 300+ pounder! Page is next to charge the Pacific islander and is met with a big back body drop for his efforts. Starchylde is up and is met with a belly to belly suplex but is then cut off from his momentum from clubbing blows to the back of the head courtesy of M.D.K! HHH staggers forwards and M.D.K backs into the ropes and swaggers forwards only to be speared out of his skin to the delight of the crowd!
Diamond: “Spear! Spear on the King!”
M.D.K clutches at his ribs and rolls out of the ring as CCP hits a bulldog onto Hardhead and drives him into the canvas face first! The crowd boo as Page puts the boots into Hardhead but Page’s smile is wiped from his face as Xmyles is back in and hits a spinning double wheel kick onto Page and stomps away at him in the corner with venom in his eyes but is cut off by being spun on the spot and dropped with a...
Baxter: “UNICORN STAMPEDE ON GX!”
Xmyles slumps to the mat as Page climbs to his feet and drags his foe to his feet before launching forwards with a lariat and both men tumble over the top rope where M.D.K is just getting to his feet and helps Page hit a double whip on GX into the ring apron followed by a double shoulder tackle into the midsection! Xmyles battles back against both men but the numbers are too great and Grimoire slumps to one knee as he advances forwards. Suddenly, all three men look up with eyes wide open as Jon Tolly is back to his feet and launches himself over the top rope and onto all three men below!
Diamond: “Tope Suicida! Jon Tolly just used his own body as a god damned weapon!”
Baxter: “Everyone is down!”
All four men are laid out on the outside as Starchylde climbs to her feet and looks at the devastation below and calls out to ‘Danny’. He eyes open in fear as she backs into the hulking frame of The Hawaiian Hardhead. She turns around and goes to slap him but HHH catches the hand and shakes his head. She calls out to M.D.K again and as HHH looks down at him, Starchylde catches him with a boot to the knee and HHH staggers and she leaps up for another Unicorn Stampede but Hardhead catches her and hauls her onto his shoulders. While she is in the air, Alyce screams out for M.D.K who is starting to stir along with Page on the outside but HHH has her high in the air now and drives her into the mat with a Jack-hammer!
Diamond: “Hawaiian Hammer! Hawaiian Hammer!”
Hardhead makes the cover as Page desperately climbs into the ring!
1!
M.D.K is up and tries to get into the ring as well.
2!
But both men are too far away to break he cover...
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Masters: “Here are your winners... Grimoire Xmyles, Jon Tolly and Hawaiian... HARDHEAD!”
Diamond: Hardhead just defeated Alyce Starchylde! His streak continues!!
With the match concluded, GX suddenly climbs back up using the ring ropes and motions towards the center of the ring. John Tolly stumbles his way, walking straight into a SHOCK TREATMENT. GX stares at his downed opponent, when he is suddenly spun around by Chris Page. Page goes to punch Xmyles in the face, but GX wags a finger right in his face.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Remember our deal?”
Page hesitates. As much as he’d love to continue beating the crap out of the clown, he somehow shows some restraints. Grimoire laughs right in Page’s face, causing Page to SLAP Xmyles right across the face. Before Xmyles can react, Flash Rotten suddenly steps out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Stop! STOP, I SAY!”
Chris Page and GX glare up to the top of the entrance ramp, putting a temporary ceasefire in place to their conflict in order
FLASH ROTTEN- “Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to inform you that I have submitted the evidence of Adam Barker’s alleged suicide attempt to the relevant authorities. And I can CONFIRM, without question, that Adam Barker was indeed attacked by a perpetrator void of any remorse.”
The fans begin to boo, seemingly towards the anonymous attacker. Chris Page and GX listen on with baited breath in the ring.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Now, I should inform you that my suspicions have not yet been confirmed by the police, so I am not out here to start accusing people of a crime that they did not commit. However, the evidence that I have gathered is about to be handed over to the police. The authorities have informed me that they WILL be able to get an answer to me by the end of tonight!
The fans now erupt into cheers. A look of relief appears on the face of Chris Page, whilst GX has draped himself over the ropes, now looking slightly impatient. Suddenly, before anything else can happen, the Tron suddenly blares white noise and turns to static, before cutting to a truly harrowing scene.
The blue klaxons of a police vehicle flash intermittently in the parking lot. The doors of the police cruiser are wide open, but on the ground lay two police officers, motionless and unconscious. Mere feet away from them are the crumpled bodies of The Dancing Dudes. As the camera pans across even further, the disturbingly bloodied body of Flash Rotten’s assistant lays face first into the concrete. Panning even further away… a smouldering pile of paper can be seen in a metal waste paper bin, embers dance in the breeze.
Flash Rotten, Chris Page and Grimoire Xmyles look on from the ring; their quest to find Adam Barker’s attacker has suddenly hit a roadblock.
The cameras cut from a confused and disappointed expression on each of the men’s faces to a commercial.
WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
VACANT
THE MONSTER SILENCE versus “THE REAL AMERICAN” TERRY BORDEN
Masters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!
The crowd breaks out into loud boo’s
Masters: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… He is “THE MONSTER” SILENCE!!
The Monster Silence emerges out to the top of the ramp throwing both his arms up in the air before letting out a primal scream drawing more boo’s from the crowd. The Monster starts to make the walk towards the ring.
Diamond: Four weeks ago Silence showed up on Brawl with a devastating attack on Andy Johnson which sidelined Andy with broken ribs on top of previous injuries at the hands of Chris Page… And now tonight he finds himself with an opportunity to leave as TV Champion… IF he can get past a true legend.
Baxter: When he beats a legendary joke.
Silence reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron before stepping over the top rope and into the ring. He throws both arms up in the air a second time to huge boos from the crowd. Silence starts pacing back and forth as his music fades away.
Masters: His opponent…
Beijing ERUPTS!!
Masters: About to make his way to the ring… He is “THE ICON” TERRY BORDEN!!”
The ovation roars as Terry Borden emerges out to the top of the ramp decked out in his trademark yellow and red attire! Borden starts making his way to the ring not taking his eye of the Monster Silence!! Terry Borden reaches ringside where he makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron before pointing over the top rope at Silence drawing a “YOOOOUUUUU!!!” from the crowd!! Borden steps through the ropes where he tears off the tank top throwing it out to the floor followed by snatching his bandanna off his head.
Diamond: Does Borden look ready for action or what!!
DING… DING… DING…
Immediately the Monster Silence charges towards Borden full ahead of steam only to see Borden side step him and send Silence crashing sternum first into the buckles! The crowd roars as Silence staggers backwards only to be spun around by Borden who rakes him across the eyes before attempting to scoop the Monster up for a Body Slam!!! Silence shifts his weight and falls down on top of Borden stacking Borden’s shoulders to the mat.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THRE….
Borden kicks out to a pop from the crowd! Silence is the first to his feet where he reaches down picking Borden up off the mat before driving him back into a neutral corner where he delivers a series of hard shoulder blocks to Borden’s midsection before bringing Terry out from the corner where he delivers a Side Walk Slam driving Borden down into the mat. Silence makes another cover hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THRE…
Borden escapes the near fall to another ovation from the crowd!!
Diamond: The Monster already has a huge advantage over Borden at this point in this contest to crown a new Television Champion!
Silence reaches his feet where he reaches down picking Borden up off the mat where he takes Borden back into the ropes where he sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Borden bounces off the ropes ducking under a clothesline from Silence! Silence spins around where he walks into a hard right hand from Borden! Borden lands a second right hand followed by a third before Silence swings wildly with a right hand which Borden ducks out of the way before bouncing off the ropes delivering a running clothesline that rocks Silence back several feet yet doesn’t take him down. Borden bounces off the ropes delivering a second clothesline to the chest of Silence knocking him back a few more feet!!
Baxter: The Monster won’t go down!
Borden bounces off the far side a third time only this time he eats a boot to the face from Silence sending Borden crashing down to the mat! Silence now bounces off the ropes dropping a massive elbow across the sternum of Borden! He makes another cover!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THRE….
Borden kicks out to another massive ovation from the crowd!! Silence turns and screams at the referee.
SILENCE- “COUNT FASTER!”
He exclaims while getting back to a vertical base. Silence reaches down picking Borden up off the mat where he drives him back into the corner a second time. This time Silence starts driving reverse elbows into the temple of Borden!! The crowd intently boo’s at Silence with each and every shot landed. Silence fires Borden across the ring into the opposites set of buckles before charging forward Avalanching Borden back into the buckles before Terry crumbles to the mat.
Diamond: Silence has completely and totally out powered Terry Borden since the moment the bell rang.
Silence reaches down picking Borden up off the mat where he scoops him up over his right shoulder!! Silence backs up against a neutral corner before charging out of the corner looking to deliver the running Powerslam! Borden counters a he slides down the back of Silence where he shoves him forward and sternum first into a set of buckles! Terry rolls Silence up with a School Boy!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THRE….
There’s a loud gasp from the crowd as Silence escapes the near fall to a massive gasp from the crowd!! Silence beats Borden to his feet with Borden not far behind where Silence snatches Borden by the throat! Silence looks to Chokeslam Borden through the mat only to have Terry thumb Silence in the eye breaking his grasp to a huge ovation from the crowd!!
Baxter: Doesn’t matter how big you are a thumb to the eye will still blind you.
Borden hammers Silence with a right hand! He lands a second! There’s a third before Borden backs Silence up into the ropes and sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip! Silence bounces off the ropes where Borden throws up a BIG BOOT OF DOOM! Silence catches Borden’s boot to a gasp from the crowd before snatching Borden by the throat!! Silence hoists Borden up in the air before driving him down into the mat with a thunderous Chokeslam!!
Diamond: Silence just silenced the crowd with that Chokeslam!!
Silence reaches down picking Borden up off the mat where he scoops him up over his right shoulder!
Baxter: Borden escaped it once but I don’t think he’s going to escape it again.
Silence lets out another primal scream as he explodes from the corner with a full head of steam and plants Borden into the canvass with the running Powerslam!
Baxter: Silence is about to be crowned Television Champion!
Silence makes the cover hooking the near leg!!
REFEREE: ONE……. TWO…….. THRE…
Borden kicks out and is quickly to both knees as the fans completely erupt!!
Diamond: BORDEN WON’T DIE!!!
Silence is back to his feet where he has a look of shock on his face as Terry Borden is seemingly breathing fire as he looks directly up into the Monster’s eyes. Silence comes forward with a right hand to Borden which brings Terry to one knee! Silence decks Borden with another right hand which has no effect! Borden stands to a vertical base where he AMERICANS up all around Silence!! The crowd is on fire for Borden as he makes a complete circle around The Monster before we see Silence land another right hand which draws the right index finger of Borden to a massive “YOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!” from the crowd!! Borden shakes his finger at Silence causing the Monster to come forward with another right hand! Borden blocks! He nails the Monster with three hard right hands backing him up against the ropes!
Baxter: I don’t believe it!!
Borden sends Silence across the ring with an Irish Whip! Silence bounces off the ropes and into the BIG BOOT OF DOOM!! Silence staggers but doesn’t fall! The crowd roars as Borden motions for a Body Slam! Borden comes forward where he scoops Silence up and Body Slams Silence which pops the crowd the loudest of the night!! Borden bounces off the ropes where he drops the ATOMIC LEG DROP OF DEATH!! Terry Borden makes a cover on Silence hooking the near leg!!
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THRE….
Silence power kicks out to a massive gasp from the crowd!! Borden quickly gets to his feet where he bounces off the ropes a second time looking for a second Atomic Leg Drop of Death! Silence rolls out of the way sending Borden crashing down to the mat! Silence gets back to a vertical base where he reaches down picking Borden up off the mat. He scoops Borden up over his shoulder where he delivers a second running Powerslam!! Silence isn’t finished! He gets back to his feet where he picks Borden up and scoops him up over his shoulder a second time! Silence runs out Powerslamming Borden into the mat again!! Silence makes the cover hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THREE!!!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
Masters: The winner of this contest… and the new WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPION, SILENCE!!
The crowd is in complete shock as Silence reaches his feet and is handed the TV Title from the referee! He hoists it in the air to massively loud boos from the crowd….
Beijing erupts!!!
Diamond: Wait… it can’t be….
The ovation grows louder as ANDY JOHNSON- PAGE emerges from the crowd with a Steel Chair in hand! He slides into the ring behind Silence whacking him across the back with a chair shot!! Silence turns around and as Andy swings with a second chair shot the Monster punches the chair out of his hand! Andy charges forward only to be scooped up by Silence and Powerslammed down into the mat to massively loud boos from the crowd!
Baxter: Johnson just got splattered again by Silence!
Silence looks intently down at Andy before reaching down snatching him up by the hair. He scoops him up over his shoulder driving Andy down into the canvass with a second Running Powerslam!! Silence picks up his TV Title before planting his boot on the chest of Andy Johnson to massive boos. The scene cuts backstage.
TROUBLE IN PARADISE:
Backstage and M.D.K is sat on his throne with his arms on his knees and his head bowed. He is all alone as he is still un-showered from the earlier match and looks to be in deep thought as the door swings open and Alyce storms in.
Alyce: “We fucking lost! We fucking lost and where were you? I called out for you and you were taking a nap!”
M.D.K sighs deeply but says nothing. Alyce slams the door behind her and stands in front of her king.
Alyce: “I needed you and you took forty god-damned winks on the outside! We shouldn’t have lost to them and all three of us have to take responsibility but right now I’m pissed and I need to take it out on someone... I think I might go and trip that Make-a-Wish kid they are taking around... That always makes us laugh...”
M.D.K.: “Not now Alyce...”
Alyce: “Danny?”
M.D.K.: “Not. Now. Alyce...”
Alyce: “Aren’t you even the slightest bit annoyed at losing to a rookie, a clown and the stereotypical fat, jolly guy? Don’t you want to unleash some pent up... Tension?”
M.D.K stands up as he sighs again and Alyce frowns at him.
Alyce: “Danny... What’s wrong?”
M.D.K.: “I gotta go...”
He steps out of the locker-room and Alyce looks bewildered and pursues her beau.
WGWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
HANDICAP MATCH
VACANT
THE EXTINCTION and PAUL FROST versus KYLE SHANE and JAMES RAVEN
The arena lights dim into totally darkness, slowly smoke surrounds the stage/ringside area as a vivid blue light shines bright. "Stronger" by Through Fire begins to play as two men both wearing trench coats slowly head down the ramp Paul Frost is not far behind, a few more blue lights illuminate the figures, each man wearing blue contract lenses as they shine white lights in their eyes as they slide into the ring. With Ryan standing tall removing his coat to revile his herculean physique as Kenneth leans over the top rope, whipping his hair back as he sticks his tongue out like a serpent. Frost stands in the middle the ring.
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. There are pockets of people that are irritated and give their negative reaction to the flippy, smarky, self-absorbed Catalyst, but a vast majority of the people know his history and his accomplishments, if not his in-ring prowess. Some even give him a fanning bow as Kyle swaggers down the aisle. 1/2 the way down the aisle, Kyle pivots, holding his arms up to either side of him. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances on the ropes for a moment, points to himself and smirks, holding his arms out, and then he hops down, takes off his longcoat and stretches a few times to get ready.
“
Bleed it Out" by Linkin Park blasts over the PA system and before James Raven can even come out to the ring. The Extinction and Frost jump Kyle Shane. Raven bolts down the ramp, and blasts Ridge and Dusk with a double clothesline. Raven continues off the ropes and hits Paul Frost with a spinning neck breaker!!
Diamond: This match has started out with a bang!
Baxter: And a thud too!!!
Dusk rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring as Raven and Kyle exchange stomps on Paul Frost. Dusk slides into the ring with the chair. He takes a swing… Miss! Raven boots him in the stomach and throws him over the top rope again. Ridge charges at Raven who ducks and back body drops Ridge over the top rope and onto his Extinction partner! Kyle Shane grabs the chair and bends it over the skull of Paul Frost, much to the delight of the crowd! Frost is bleeding like a stuck pig!! Raven pulls Frost up to his feet and tosses him in the general direction of Kyle Shane who plants him with another sickening chair shot!!
Diamond: Is this even legal??!
Baxter: The bell hasn’t even rang yet so I’m saying the match hasn’t even started yet. Get a referee out here to start this shit!!
Dusk and Ridge both slide into the ring, they both go for a clothesline on their opponents who wisely duck underneath the poor attempt and then dropkick them out of the ring. Kyle Shane and Raven slide out of the ring following The Extinction but they jump over the guard rail and sprint out of the arena as the crowd boos loudly.
Diamond: They just bolted on Frost!!!!
Baxter: So much for saving their lord and savior!!!
James Raven and Kyle Shane look back into the ring to see Frost trying to pull himself up to his feet. They smirk at each other and slid into the ring. Frost has finally pulled himself to his feet as we hear the bell sound and this match is officially underway!!
Diamond: This is a damn handicap match!!!
Baxter: I’m sure Dusk and Ridge are just getting the car warmed up.
Frost turns to see both James Raven and Kyle Shane standing in the ring. Frost drops to his back and tries to escape up the ramp but Kyle Shane dives and stops him. Raven grabs one foot and Shane grabs the other and they start to drag Frost back to the ring as he leaves a trail of his own blood half way down the ramp. Shane and Raven pick up Frost and bounce his head off the apron a few times before tosses him into the ring. Shane takes the corner as Raven slides into the ring.
Baxter: This is not fair!
Diamond: Frost is getting some of his own medicine! He’s outnumbered!!
Raven lets Frost struggle to his feet again. Frost balls up his fist and charges at Raven, but Raven catches him with a stinging jab that has him stumble into the corner where Kyle Shane is. Raven tags him in and Shane hops over the ropes and starts throwing wild punching combinations at Frost who is doing his best to cover up in the corner. Frost cowers in the corner and Shane’s punches have now turned into full out mud hole stomps on his chest and head. Raven tags back in pulling Frost to the middle of the ring and throwing on a sharpshooter in the middle of the ring much to the delight of the crowd. Just as Frost is about to tap, Raven lets go of the hold and struts over to Kyle Shane and tags him in. Shane hops up to the top rope and leaps off with a beautiful frog splash that lands square. He hooks the leg!
1…
2…
Shane pulls up Frost and the crowd goes wild!
Baxter: This is just cruel punishment now!
Diamond: And there’s nobody out there who deserves it more than G.O.D himself!!!
Shane pulls Frost up to his feet. Shane lets go of Frost and Frost crumbles back down to the mat. Shane tags in Raven. Raven slowly pulls Frost up to his feet…. FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN!!!
Raven hooks the leg!!
1…
2…
Raven gets up and the crowd explodes once more. He tags in Kyle Shane! Shane pulls up Frost one last time as Frost is begging for him to stop!
PIECES OF EDEN!!!!!
Kyle Shane covers.
1…
2…
3…
Baxter: NEW CHAMPIONS! RAVEN AND SHANE HAS SLAUGHTERED G.O.D
As Kyle and Raven celebrate their win, the arena goes black. A red light appears in the middle of the ring, making the Anarchy symbol. The lights come up and Brother Maylock is in the ring. He has Kyle up, prepared for a choke slam. Kyle kicks forward and his foot meets Maylock's midsection, doubling the big man in half. Shane is on his feet now and hooks up Maylock for a DDT.
Raven steps forward and then turns around and nails an attacking Lunacy in the face. The crowd cheers as Raven peppers the leader of Anarchy with rights and lefts.
Shane hits the DDT on Maylock! He stands up...AND EATS A SUPERKICK FROM JACKDAW!
BAXTER: Anarchy beginning to make their presence felt against one of the premiere tag teams in the WGWF.
DIAMOND: It looks to me like Raven and Shane are holding their own.
Raven spears Jackdaw! Jackdaw hits the mat and he stands up just in time to catch a slingblade from Lunacy! Maylock is back up and he bodyslams Shane to the canvas! He follows up with a big boot to the rising Raven!
And then a masked caped figure leaps into the ring!
BAXTER: It's the Royal Assassin!
DIAMOND: This isn't looking good!
The Assassin lands on the ropes and springboards into a forearm smashing Raven in the face. He turns and levels a superkick at a rising Kyle Shane who catches a superkick on either side of his head, one from the Jackdaw and one from the Assassin.
DIAMOND: To their credit, Raven and Shane started off well, but the numbers game was just too much.
Lunacy drapes Kyle Shane over the top rope. Maylock and Jackdaw take turns stomping on Raven. The Assassin jumps up on the apron and hits a stunner! Shane flips over the top rope, smashing head first into the ring apron on the way to the floor! Maylock drapes Raven over the top rope...and the Assassin hits another stunner, flipping James Raven over the top rope and smashing him head first into the ring apron. Maylock and Jackdaw grab steel chairs and begin to slam them into the skulls of Raven and Shane. The assassin stands on the ring apron as Lunacy grabs his hood. Lunacy pulls off the hood and cape to reveal the face of...
SETH STEVENS!
BAXTER: And another piece of the Anarchy puzzle is in place! Seth Stevens has returned to the fold!
Lunacy hugs Stevens and then all four men high five. The arena goes dark once more...suddenly there is a fire on the top rope and when the lights come up, the top rope is ablaze and Anarchy is nowhere to be seen. Raven and Shane lie in pools of blood at ringside as paramedics come to the ringside and begin to load them on stretchers.
THE BARKER FILES: SETBACK
Flash Rotten is stood in the entranceway of his office. He is completely irate at this point. What was once a well sorted and organized office has now been completely wrecked, as if somebody has ransacked the place. A computer monitor has been smashed, drawers ripped out and emptied from their desks, papers strewn everywhere covering nearly every bit of floor space. Chris Page appears behind Flash.
CHRIS PAGE- “What the hell happened here?”
FLASH ROTTEN- “I went straight to the parking lot to check on my assistant and The Dancing Dudes. When the paramedics arrived, I came here to gather the back-up copies of the evidence I had made on my laptop. But it looks like our mystery attacker got here first. They’re clever. They know EXACTLY what they’re doing.
CHRIS PAGE- “Well, if there was ever any doubt that Adam Barker didn’t try to kill himself… himself, then this is it.”
FLASH ROTTEN- “Where is Grimoire? I thought you said he was actually going to help us with this.”
CHRIS PAGE- “Who knows what that moron is doing. He’s probably gone back into his little corner. The further away he is from me, the better.”
FLASH ROTTEN- “If he is serious about helping us, I want him here in front of me.”
CHRIS PAGE- “I don’t exactly have a contact number for him. I can’t just call him and get him to show up.”
Flash Rotten’s face suddenly brightens up.
CHRIS PAGE- “What?”
FLASH ROTTEN- “Chris, meet me in the ring shortly. I have an idea. See if you can find GX first, but if not, it is no great issue…”
CHRIS PAGE- “You have a plan?”
Flash grins knowingly. Chris nods in acknowledge. He heads off down the corridor as Flash withdraws a cellphone from his pocket. Depressing some numbers, he lifts it to his ear.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Come on… pick up.”
He looks pensive for a moment, but then his face lights up as a torrent of shouts can be heard from the receiver. Flash is surprised from the volume of the speaker momentarily.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I know that I’m the last person in the world you want to talk to right now, but the WGWF has a problem that only YOU can solve for us. The livelihoods of each and every one of your friends are on the line here. I implore you. Will you help us?”
There is a moment of silence.
Within moment, Flash is smiling.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Very well. I will make the arrangements. We will ‘see’ you soon…”
Without another word, Flash puts his phone back into his pocket and races off down the corridor.
Cuts to the loading dock of the building.
TROUBLE IN PARADISE:
Alyce rounds a corner towards the parking lot where M.D.K's car can be seen driving away into the night. She places her hands on her hips and looks concerned.
WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP
60 MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH
CHRIS DORLING versus CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY ©
DING! DING! DING!
Diamond: 60 Minute Iron Man Match!
Baxter: After all the hype, Dorling is ready to take his rightful place atop the wrestling world.
Diamond: He's got a long way to go before he can make such a claim.
With the roar of Beijing, and personal history surging both competitors forward, Dorling and Connolly take center ring and begin unloading strikes on one another. Dorling lands the first right hand. Connolly comes back with a right of his own. Dorling lands a second one and tries following up with a kick, but Connolly snaps a right through and connects on a spin kick. Dorling moves forward and lands a European uppercut. Connolly gets an elbow on Dorling's chin and then tries for a knee to the sternum, but Dorling shoves his head into his sternum and flips him over with a fireman's carry.
Baxter: They are getting down and dirty here in the early going.
Diamond: It's a brawler's paradise. Dorling has the advantage in terms of skill set, but Connolly can hit harder than almost anybody.
Before Dorling can advance whatever offensive initiative he's got, Connolly pushes his legs up and tries to flip Dorling to his left for a triangle choke. The King of Vegas ducks, spins around, and headbutts Connolly while both are on their knees. The Suntan Superman backs up while Dorling moves forward, striking him again with another headbutt.
Baxter: Dorling showing us that using your head in wrestling can be a good thing.
Diamond: He needs to stay sharp and keep his focus. One mistake against Connolly and he knows what's coming.
Connolly isn't a fan of being smashed in the head by someone as bull headed as Dorling. Not to mention the whole he's got a pretty hard skull and is using it to ram him in the head aspect. Connolly waits for Dorling to come in with a third headbutt, and meets him with an elbow to the jaw. Dorling kneels up and lands a European uppercut. Connolly counters with an open handed palm strike and uppercut of his own.
Diamond: Both want to establish a strong foundation and try to dictate the early momentum.
Baxter: They should just give up and let the other run out of gas. They got sixty minutes.
Diamond: If they don't attack, they might never get the chance to.
Dorling pushes back off his legs, getting out of Connolly's reach. When Connolly tries to get up, Dorling rushes ahead and hits him with a clothesline, putting him back down. He follows up with an elbow drop and tries to mount him, perhaps to keep his speed at bay, or to pound him with some more fisticuffs and lighthearted verbal gestures. The Suntan Superman keeps his knees up, preventing him from getting that dominant position. After four tries, Dorling decides to go a different route and drops an elbow across his chin, disorienting him enough to land a second elbow. Dorling drops his arms over him and goes for the first cover.
Baxter: Oh yeah, ball game!
ON-
But doesn't get a one count. Connolly turns on his right side.
Diamond: That was an insulting cover. Dorling knew he wasn't going to get a victory a minute in.
Baxter: Can you say that for sure, Diamond?
Dorling goes around to his head and picks him up. Connolly breaks the arm grip and pulls Dorling down into a jawbreaker, seamlessly transitioning through into a monkey flip that puts his lower body in between the middle and second rope. Dorling spins around, but Connolly is a pinch too fast and catches him with a dropkick to the face, sending him down to the floor.
Diamond: Dorling has not had much success on the floor tonight.
Baxter: WATCH OUT DUDE!
Dorling jumps to his feet, but again he's a bit too slow on the draw and Connolly is able to get the jump by leaping over the top rope and landing a somersault plancha. Dorling drops to his back while Connolly leaps up on the barricade, backflips over, and lands a dropkick to the sternum of The King of Vegas.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Connolly leans down and picks Dorling up before giving him a shove back into the barricade. He winds up and gives a stinging knife edge chop.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Baxter: I hate when people do this.
Diamond: Only because it's happening to your boy.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Dorling violently pushes Connolly away, but The Suntan Superman is too determined to let his opponent get away and charges in with a third chop.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Baxter: He needs lung power to spread his message! STOP THIS ASSAULT AT ONCE!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Before Connolly can get his fifth chop off, Dorling decides to be aggressive and lifts him up. He runs over toward the steel post and slams him between his 205 pounds and the steel. He then discards him over his left shoulder and listens to him THLUMP against the mats.
Baxter: Now that my friends is a prime example of how not to give a fuck.
Diamond: Dorling felt enough pain from those chops that he decided he'd be better off taking a chance.
Baxter: He just got tired. He said "OK, I'll give him until five, and then I'm just gonna slam a bitch."
Dorling spins around and takes hold of Connolly's head, pulling him up to a kneeling position and shifting him sideways into the steel stairs. He keeps hold of the head and slams him a second time. Connolly tries to grab hold of the apron, but Dorling shows his speed by swatting the hand away and then throwing him again. Dorling then grabs Connolly under both arms and pushes him up into the air.
Baxter: He's about to rid the world of this bi-
Diamond: Connolly counters!
Connolly taps Dorling twice under the chin and gets his feet on the apron. Before he can realize what happened, he gets hold of his head and swings around for a tornado DDT on the ringside mats.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: OK, Dorling, I think you are being a little too lenient with this. Now it's time to dominate and bring this home.
Diamond: I really doubt he's doing that.
Baxter: So what's he doing then?
Diamond: Taking an ass kicking.
Connolly does a quick check of his back to make sure everything is still in its proper place before turning over and getting hold of Dorling. He takes him up to a standing position and forearms him. A knee to the lower abdomen leads into a sitout facebuster.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: HEY! HE NEEDS THAT FACE FOR BILLBOARDS! THE BIGGER PICTURE! THE BIGGER FUCKING PICTURE!
Connolly isn't one to wait around, and it's not like Dorling is going to lie around and give him the opportunity. Right after impact, he's already trying to move so he's got to be quick to keep the action moving. He takes hold of him by the head and finally brings the match back inside the squared circle. Well, he brings Dorling inside anyway. He opts to go up top and crouch down. A quick second passes before he leaps off the turnbuckle and connects with a dropkick on the side of Dorling's head. He turns onto his back and The Suntan Superman goes for his first cover.
ONE
T-
Baxter: Got a long way to go before you can even think of getting him down for the full two.
Diamond: Connolly has taken the early part of this match and has got a focal point, probably the worst one to have if you are Dorling.
Baxter: When isn't it bad for someone to kick you in the face?
Connolly grabs hold of Dorling's neck and pulls him from the canvas. He lands a knee to the side of his head and then connects with a spinning back fist. Dorling retaliates with a thumb to the eye and a DDT.
Baxter: Man just shrugged off a Connolly punch. It's like he's superhuman.
Diamond: He's got an incredible knack for taking punishment, but Connolly implemented the right strategy there.
Dorling sits up and looks over at Connolly, who is trying to match Dorling's position. The King of Vegas spins around and pushes off his right hand. He moves over and applies a front face lock. Connolly tries to spin out, but Dorling rolls with him, and tugs on the neck, getting him to move up and spin around into a hangman's neckbreaker.
Baxter: You can expect a lot of those unless you want to quit now, Connolly.
Dorling spins around and brings Connolly right back up, kneeing him in the head and then spinning him around again, snapping him down in another neckbreaker.
Baxter: What'd I say?
Diamond: He's using it to his advantage, but again, he's got a long way to go.
Baxter: He can hold him here all night.
Another turn and Dorling has Connolly up high in a vertical suplex. When Dorling goes to drop Connolly down with another neckbreaker, Connolly spews mist into his face and makes him drop him.
Baxter: CHEAT! CHEAT! CHEAT!
With Dorling blinded, Connolly goes on the attack, springboarding off the middle rope and arching back into a Quebrada. Dorling goes down while Connolly tries for a cover.
ONE
TW-
Connolly rolls with Dorling, and pins him down on his stomach. He tries to roll away, but Connolly grinds his foot into the back of his kneecap and mounts him from the back.
Diamond: Connolly is going to give us a submission, one of the many ones in his arsenal.
Baxter: Good luck getting Dorling to tap.
Diamond: He's flailing around like he doesn't want to be in it.
Baxter: The man has a ridiculous threshold.
Connolly gets both feet into the kneecaps and pins the arms well enough to arch over and secure the cattle mutilation.
TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
Baxter: He's not going to do it.
Diamond: Everything has to happen once.
Baxter: It would be like if you put me in a submission about five minutes into a match.
Diamond: Assuming you didn't need to be stretchered out a few minutes earlier.
Dorling tries to roll away, but Connolly gets her feet planted and prevents The King of Vegas from immediate escape. He doesn't give him the satisfaction of hearing him scream, because he doesn't need Connolly getting anymore encouragement from anywhere. Giles drops down and asks Dorling if he wants to give it up. He gives the referee an incredulous look.
Baxter: You might as well just ask Charlie Sheen if he doesn't want to put a porn star in the closet.
Diamond: Are you on his payroll?
Baxter: I could be, all of us need a second job in this economy.
Connolly cranks on the hold, but Dorling still doesn't scream. He's trying to move back and get his feet on the ropes. He's closer to the center of the ring rather than the ropes though. Connolly pulls on the arms and tries to get a submission by extending his feet further. Dorling gives his first verbal indication of opinion.
"Where's your heart, worm? I expected some semblance of pain out of this."
Connolly rolls his eyes and releases the hold, letting him go, but not giving him an advantage. He lifts him up and spins around, blasting him in the face with a uranage. Dorling's legs about go out from underneath him. Connolly lands a pair of forearms before shooting Dorling into the ropes and following in, putting a knee under his chin and getting behind him. He gets his legs underneath his arms and slides his arms down to grab hold of his legs.
Diamond: Connolly is brandishing a submission game here against Dorling.
Baxter: And it's going to be a giant pile of nothing.
Diamond: He's got that tarantula locked in!
While Dorling isn't screaming out in pain, his face is straining hard enough to indicate he probably would if he didn't have such a giant ego. Connolly gets all of his grips in and pulls on the hold. Since it is an early stage of the match, and Giles doesn't want to stare at this all night, he comes in and demands the break.
Diamond: Really? That's a surprise.
Baxter: The man is following the rules, Diamond. He's gotta call it like he sees it.
"Break it Connolly! One! Two! Three! Four!"
Connolly lets Dorling go and puts his hands on the apron, awkwardly cartwheeling down to the floor. He hops back on the apron and springboards to the top, leaping over Dorling, and catching him with a kick to the top of the head. He runs off the ropes and comes back, in the air when Dorling lifts his head up.
Diamond: Dropk-
Baxter: Bye, bye, birdy!
Dorling sidesteps and gives him a helpful nudge through the ropes onto the floor. Connolly turns around, anxious to get back in, but Dorling stops him with a knee to the head. He pulls him into the center of the ring and drops him in a DDT. A quick spin and cover.
ONE
TW-
Diamond: Connolly with a kickout.
Baxter: Only a matter of time before he drops, everybody knows it.
Diamond: I doubt he does.
Baxter: Give me his cell. I'll text it to him, U R DED, lulz, PB.
Dorling moves around and pulls Connolly to a standing position, elbowing him on top of the head, and then grabbing him by the waist. He flips him over in a gutwrench suplex, making sure to keep himself close so he can't spring one of his wild kick attacks.
Baxter: This is real wrestling right here.
Diamond: As opposed to what?
Baxter: That submission crap. Who wants to be bored when you can just slam someone down viciously?
Diamond: … Well, Dorling isn't a frills kind of competitor, even so far as submissions go. He hits, hurts, and then goes for the next hit.
Dorling keeps to Diamond's words, lifting Connolly up and hitting him with a knee and turning himself around to land an Ace Crusher. He goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
Connolly shoves away. Dorling yanks him by the head and places his left arm under his chin while keeping his right available to utilize for elbows.
Diamond: This is what pain feels like, Connolly.
Baxter: I think he'd believe you.
Diamond: Always helps to have an example.
Dorling keeps his arm snaked around the neck and pulls Connolly to a standing position, lifting him off the canvas for an atomic drop. He transitions that into a brief cobra clutch. Connolly tries to break the hold, but is flipped over onto his neck with a suplex.
Baxter: And that's why Dorling is going to win. He's not going to let him out of his sight, and if he tries to get away, he's going to revert back to his bread and butter of dropping him on his damn head.
Diamond: Dorling has come here with a well thought game plan, but even he has to know its going to take more than just head and neck moves to put Connolly down.
Dorling pulls Connolly away from the ropes and goes for a cover.
ONE
TWO
T-
Connolly gets a foot on the rope. Dorling moves to his feet and grabs Connolly by the hair.
SUPER-MAN! SUPER-MAN! SUPER-MAN! SUPER-MAN! SUPER-MAN!
Dorling grabs both of Connolly's arms and drives a knee into his back. He looks to turn around, and more than likely land another neckbreaker, but Connolly's impeccable timing, plus the fact Dorling is a man, prevents him from executing whatever he intended.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Connolly leaps backward and catches Dorling just above the right eye with a Pele kick. The King of Vegas is halfway in and out of the ring when Connolly turns around.
Diamond: This is what Dorling didn't want to get himself into. Connolly has got some of the deadliest strikes and now Dorling is prone to just about all of them.
Connolly takes hold of the top rope and swings over, dropping a leg across his sternum. Dorling slides off the apron and down to the floor while Connolly rolls under the bottom rope. Connolly backs up and then changes direction, moving over to a turnbuckle and crouching down.
Diamond: He's got something in mind here.
Baxter: Probably going to try and see how he can kick him in the balls while leaping out of the ring.
Dorling stumbles over near the steps, which prompts Connolly to explode from the corner and dive through the ropes, grabbing hold of the ring post. Connolly swings his body completely around and clocks Dorling in the head with a kick to the face. Dorling flips over backward and ends up on the other side of the aisle.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: … Ouch.
Diamond: I think that's putting it lightly.
Baxter: Alright, Dorling better stop playing games now.
Diamond: If he doesn't get up soon, he might not have the chance.
Baxter: He's always got a chance, Diamond.
Connolly hops over the ropes and drops down to the floor, grabbing Dorling and pulling him up. He gives him a sturdy whip into the steps, letting him deal with the problem of having the ring steps in his way.
Diamond: That'll damage the shins.
Connolly rolls Dorling under the bottom rope and climbs up top behind him, measuring him. He leaps into the air and drives both of his knees into his neck, pressing down, and driving him into the canvas.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: OK, he needs to stop screwing around.
Dorling's ego gets him up quickly, but he's not exactly with it. He swings wildly at air while Connolly stands behind him.
Baxter: HE NEED TO STOP FUCKING AROUND!
Diamond: Connolly is going for it! Dorling has no idea what's going to happen when he turns around!
Baxter: HE'S GOING FOR THE FINISHER, DORLING!
Dorling could advance to the finals on any dancing show with the number he's doing right now. Someone get him a vocalist and a pyro show.
Baxter: DON'T TURN AROUND!
Unfortunately for Baxter, Dorling is more likely to turn around when someone tells him not to, just for the sheer curiosity. Connolly twists around his head, and drives him down, and hits the Crowning Glory.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Diamond: He got it! Crowning Glory!
Baxter: Give me a witchcraft book. I think I can find a spell that'll let him kick out!
Diamond: Connolly is going up one to nothing, COVER!
ONE
TWO
THREE-
It truly is the case of a half second pause feeling like an eternity. Baxter's heart stops beating momentarily, although that can probably be chalked up to eating too many cheeseburgers. Diamond is preparing his majestic end of match sentence. Masters clutches the microphone in hand. About 40 percent of the crowd rises up to celebrate. The only one who keeps a steady focus is Tommy Giles, who turns to the time keeper and shouts TWO.
Diamond: Dorling kicked out of The Crowning Glory!
Baxter: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Diamond: That move has put down so many -
Baxter: But it can't put down destiny baby!
Connolly appears a bit shocked, but not enough to be overwhelmed. He knows he's got Dorling where he needs him and is only a hairpin away from getting the first victory.
Baxter: That's got to do wonders for Dorling's confidence, kicking out like that.
Diamond: Or just lessen the amount of borrowed time he's on. Connolly's not going to let up, and he's come this far.
Baxter: That's what all the losers say moments before they lose.
Connolly gets an idea in his head and goes to the opposite side of the ring, waiting on Dorling to get up to his feet. The King of Vegas coughs a wad of blood on the canvas and puts his hand down, looking to push off and get up for one last run. Connolly waits patiently, prepping his right foot.
Diamond: I think he's going for that Good Times, Painful Memories to the head. This is one of the most vicious kicks in the business, Baxter.
Baxter: Dorling's taken his kicks all night and not succumbed. He's just making him feel as if he's got a chance, just like he did at Wrestle Wars.
Diamond: I'm not getting wound back in that conversation again.
Dorling rolls to his side and gets on all fours, looking at the blood coming down all sides of his face and coagulating on his already mangled nose. Before Dorling can assert where he's at, Connolly bolts out of the corner. He gets to the necessary position to extend his foot forward and Dorling takes a peek over in his direction. He sees only one foot and suspects the worst, so he does the only logical thing in his arsenal.
He kneels his body up and lets Connolly whiff, slipping on the blood that formed underneath his body. The slip is long enough for Dorling to get from his kneeling position and throw everything he has with his left foot, drilling Connolly right in the jaw.
Baxter: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Diamond: DORbreaker! DORLING HIT HIS FINISHER!
Baxter: [singing] Turn out the lightsssssssssss, the partysssssssssss over.
Dorling crawls over and almost leaps to get an arm across the chest.
ONE
TWO
THREE-
Vocal supporters in the crowd have been trying to give Connolly the shot of adrenaline needed to kick out and keep the match going. Turns out trying does something once in a while. Tommy Giles again holds up two fingers, almost sending Dorling in disbelief.
Baxter spews his coffee all over the desk and jumps up to protest, seeing along the same lines as Dorling.
Diamond: CONNOLLY KICKED OUT OF THE DORbreaker!
Baxter: WHAT THE FUCK?
Diamond: He kicked out! Oh wow!
Baxter: No! This is not supposed to happen! THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!
Diamond: He's got just as much right to fight for this as Dorling does.
Dorling lets out a loud sigh, wipes blood off his face, and takes a long look at Connolly. He definitely wasn't expecting him to kick out of The DORbreaker, let alone fight to get back up like he's doing right now. Dorling then shoots a glance over at the crowd.
SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS! SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS! SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS!
Baxter: Oh for God's sake. The last thing we need is a bunch of ignorant and uneducated hacks that can't make up their minds.
Diamond: Now you are just trying to be hateful because you've run out of witty words.
Dorling walks over to The Superman and takes him by the head. He tries resisting at first, but Dorling puts a little more force into his grab and takes him up to a standing position. Connolly moves around like a snake, mostly because he doesn't have much in the way of legs underneath him. He's still reeling from the DORbreaker.
The look on Dorling's face suggests he's about to be reeling from a second one, and not kick out.
Baxter: DORLING'S GOT HIM IN TARGET! CONSIDER YOURSELF BROK -
Diamond: CONNOLLY DUCKS OUT THE WAY!
Baxter: Why does this charade keep going on?
Connolly grabs hold of Dorling's head and drops into a seated position on the canvas, bringing Dorling down with him.
Diamond: What a reversal!
Baxter: Alright, now he's just being an uber bitch.
Diamond: Connolly got himself back in the contest with that one!
Baxter: STOP SHOUTING! WE CAN ALL HEAR YOU!
SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS! SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS! SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS!
Baxter: HOW CAN THEY HEAR ME?
Connolly reaches out and tries to get to the bottom rope. Connolly gets his other hand on the bottom rope and pushes himself back into the corner, straining to elevate himself up. Dorling is clutching the back of his head, but is gearing up for another run. He's almost like a zombie in the way that it's impossible to keep him down.
Diamond: Connolly has got to come back with something fierce if he wants to get on the board. Dorling has taken a ton of abuse and not been taken out.
Baxter: He's not going to be taken out, that's what I've been trying to tell you, you jackass.
When Dorling gets to his knees, Connolly's arms move to the top rope and push away, bringing the rest of his body vertical and moving forward. A head of steam leads Connolly to move his foot back and connect on the massive kick to the head, sending Dorling face first to the canvas.
Diamond: GOOD TIMES, PAINFUL MEMORIES! Connolly got the money shot.
Baxter: Oh no.
Diamond: Connolly has got Dorling down. He's got to go for it now!
Baxter: I'm just going to stop trying. It's pointless trying to reason with an idiot.
Connolly quickly spins around and lands a standing shooting star press on Dorling's back, before flipping him over and hooking both legs.
ONE
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Diamond: KICKOUT!
Giles points down at the shoulder and holds up two fingers, predicting Connolly's reaction before he even delivers it. A loud gasp is heard through the building.
Baxter: What, you expected different?
Diamond: Even your heart jumped a few beats there.
Masters: THIRTY MINUTES ELASPED, THIRTY MINUTES REMAINING!
Diamond: We are halfway through and we're still with neither man gaining a victory.
Connolly slams his hands on the canvas, but doesn't question Giles or look to stall for time by giving a stunned look to the camera. He gets back to work, slowly pulling Dorling up to a standing position and reeling off a forearm. He shoves him against the ropes and waits for him to come back, hooking his arm in a Japanese arm drag. Connolly holds the arm and flips over, putting himself directly in front of him. Dorling tries to release the grip, but Connolly kicks him in the face.
Diamond: That might have rearranged his -
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
In the back of the head.
Diamond: Th-
Baxter: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! COME ON!
In the... well, if Baxter is saying oh, it's not hard to figure out where.
And one more time in the face.
Diamond: There's free plastic surgery for Dorling, and Connolly goes for another cover!
ONE
TWO
THREE-
Baxter: KICKOUT! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Diamond: Another kickout by Dorling! How in the world is he doing this?
Baxter: As I said, I'm not trying to reason with you. We all know how he's doing this. You just have to get your head out from between Connolly's legs to see what the rest of us do.
Giles holds up two fingers, a bit fascinated himself by Dorling's threshold for pain. He's closer than anybody and can hear the velocity administered by Connolly on each kick.
Diamond: Is it worth it to Dorling to have his face permanently rearranged just to win the Intercontinental title.
Baxter: This isn't about the title for Dorling. He's looking to do whatever it takes to prove he's better than Connolly.
Diamond: They are two of the best in the game, and probably always will -
Baxter: Man, you are dumb. People like Dorling, and I guess even Connolly, are always striving to be better than the people who beat them.
Connolly keeps hold of Dorling's head and spins around to a knee, pulling himself up and then taking Dorling around the neck. He kicks him in the sternum, and then turns a slow 180 degrees, keeping a tight grip on Dorling's head. His foot repeatedly hits the canvas, and his body is trying to push away. Connolly drops his upper body a few inches, getting Dorling to shove away.
He turns around faces him, which is what he wanted the entire time.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: … FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Diamond: CROWNING GLORY! HE CAUGHT HIM FLUSH!
Baxter: Uh... Uh...
Diamond: CONNOLLY GOING FOR THE COVER!
Baxter: UH... UH...
ONE
Baxter: OH SHIT.
TWO
Baxter: KICKOUT! KICKOUT!
THREE-
Baxter: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Neither of Dorling's shoulders is up.
But his left foot is barely touching the bottom rope.
"TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Baxter: OHMYGODOHMYGOD!
Diamond: Dorling kicked out of ANOTHER finisher.
Baxter: HE'S THE MAN, BABY!
Diamond: One I can say is a shocker, but two?
Baxter: Destiny. Can't nobody stop the new King.
The vocal supporters of Connolly in the front row are shell-shocked. Connolly looks over at Giles completely flabbergasted. He can live with someone kicking out of one finisher, but two is an anomaly, rarely seen on any night. Giles can only tell him Dorling had his foot on the rope. He ducks his head underneath his arms and then looks over at Dorling, wondering what it could possibly take to put him out.
Diamond: Dorling is trying to move. I'm in disbelief that he can still keep going after two.
Baxter: He can give him that move until the cows come home and not get past a two.
Diamond: I think it's safe to say he is thankful for the ring position.
Baxter: Don't imply luck, that's a disservice to Dorling's vast talents.
Connolly forcefully shuts his eyes and then looks over at Dorling, who is moving around like a turtle on its back, looking for some way to get back into the fight. He shakes his head and moves up to a knee, holding the ropes to make it up to two feet. He reaches down and grabs hold of him. The second finisher was perfectly setup and perfectly executed, but Dorling somehow found a way to get out of it.
Diamond: What more can he have left in the arsenal? I think we've seen everything that we can possibly see.
Baxter: I'm sure he's got a few foreign object moves from his days of rolling with Chris Page.
Dorling is brought up against the ropes. If they weren't in the way, he'd be on his back. Connolly lands another one of his spinning backfists. If nothing else, it displays how wobbly Dorling's legs are. He steps back and delivers a karate style front kick to the abdomen. He turns him around and then puts his arms behind his back while digging his head forward into his spine.
Diamond: If he lands this, there's no way he gets up.
Connolly goes for the violent whip around that would be the end of Dorling's night, if his feet weren't underneath the ropes, making Connolly spin around with nobody to bring down. As soon as Connolly gets up to try and salvage the moment, Dorling lunges forward and takes hold of him, pushing his head down and lifting his leg at the same time. He drops to his left and plants Connolly head first into the canvas.
Baxter: YEAH, BABY! KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO HIM!
Diamond: Dorling crawling over for a cover.
ONE
TWO
THREE
"FOOT ON THE ROPE!"
Baxter: OH COME ON! HE PUT IT THERE AFTER THREE!
Diamond: That's impossible, Bax.
Dorling spins around, staring down at Connolly with a look of disbelief on his face. Grabbing his head, Dorling takes Connolly and forcefully takes him to a standing position. He backs up a couple of steps before stepping forward and driving his left foot right to the face of Connolly.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Diamond: DORbreaker! THE SECOND ONE OF THE NIGHT!
Baxter: Oh I'm going to get my phone out and document this.
Dorling saunters over and with blood still pouring down his face and cracks another smile before arrogantly covering The Suntan Superman.
ONE
Baxter: DORLING
TWO
Baxter: IS UP
THREE
Baxter: ONE TO NOTHING!
A healthy amount of the crowd jumps up to their feet prepared to cheer Dorling for getting the elusive first victory. Some fans within striking distance have their beer bottles and popcorn bags ready to chuck into the ring.
Except, well, they don't need to. At least not yet.
There wasn't a three.
Dorling, who has for the most part been cool and calm, flips the fuck out and gets in the face of Giles. The same people ready to boo explode in cheer.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: AFHFHDKSFADJDFL;GKLJGLKGJKL;AGDSKL;GJ;LKAFD;LKJFDS;LA;FKDL
Diamond: CONNOLLY KICKED OUT AGAIN! THAT'S THE SECOND ONE HE'S KICKED OUT OF!
Baxter: WHERE IS THE LINE? THAT HAD TO BE THREE! I WANT A DAMN REPLAY!
Dorling shoves Giles back into the corner and starts barking down at him, making the ref hold his head as far back as he can without flipping out of the ring. Dorling starts pointing at him and then poking him in the chest.
Baxter: DO IT! HIT HIM! HIT HIM! HE'S SO CORRUPT HIS LAST NAME OUGHT TO BE NIXON!
Diamond: Christian Connolly lives to fight another day. Each wrestler has kicked out of two finishers.
Baxter: Someone get me a stake and open flame. I'm going to go do this myself.
Diamond: Keep your ass here and call the match.
Baxter: BUT HE SHOULDN'T HAVE KICKED OUT, DUDE!
Dorling stomps at the ropes repeatedly, shaking them to the point where it looks as if they are in the midst of an earthquake. He's now experiencing what Connolly did earlier by having to stretch his mind to wonder what he can do to beat him.
Baxter: Shit, come on, man, stop moping in the corner and get back over there!
Diamond: We're experiencing a classic here at Monday Night Brawl.
Dorling drops down to his knees in the corner and puts his hands on the middle rope before slamming his head into the buckle. Connolly takes a hand and grabs the ropes, scooting over and then pushing away once he gets up to a knee. There's an unbelievable amount of pain going through his body, but he wants this bad enough to endure and rise up again, perhaps for the last time.
Dorling hears a commotion behind him and with vengeful eyes, turns around and sees a weary Connolly standing on the opposite side of the ring, motioning him forward.
Diamond: Here we go, folks. Dorling and Christian Connolly ready to square off once again with the Intercontinental title on the line.
Dorling and Connolly charge toward one another and connect with right hands. Connolly gets ahead of Dorling and throws a second punch before The King of Vegas can counter. Dorling fires his second right hand and throws an upper block to Connolly's third. Dorling lands a forearm and goes to move forward. Connolly shoves back, winds up, and connects on a chop.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Dorling withstands the chop and fires back with one of his own.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Connolly spins around, one arm holding her sternum and the other landing a spinning back fist.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Dorling stumbles, his head tilts to the left, and sends blood onto the apron. He turns back and ducks under a second backfist. A knee finds Connolly's ribs. Connolly lands one of his own and gets one of his hands around Dorling's neck. Dorling fires a shot to the abdomen and then headbutts Connolly. Both wrestlers reel from the impact, that perhaps being the one move Dorling could perform which would hurt himself more than his opponent at this point.
Baxter: COME ON, DORLING! KEEP IT GOING!
With a boxer's precision, Connolly connects on a shot to the chin that almost drops Dorling where he stands. If he was any lesser of a man, he'd hit the deck. But he doesn't, he stands in the pocket and pushes away, landing an uppercut when Connolly comes back in.
Diamond: They are going blow for blow.
Connolly backs up two feet. Dorling charges in, but Connolly lands a pair of elbows that puts him on the defensive.
Diamond: Neither wrestler willing to give an inch.
Baxter: GO FOR THE NECK, DORLING!
Dorling either takes Baxter's advice for once, or was planning to do so, because his arm finds its way around Connolly's neck. He tries pushing him back into a corner, but he plants his legs and resists. They are locked in a standoff, neither one able to gain a big enough advantage to dictate their will. Connolly moves his hand up and around Dorling's neck.
Diamond: They both have choke holds.
Baxter: It's getting down and dirty, and we know who prevails when it gets that way.
Diamond: Do YOU know?
Dorling gets his second hand around Connolly's neck and moves her back a few paces, before Connolly gets his second hand around the throat and spins back. Dorling ends up in the corner with Connolly on the second rope, using the ropes leverage to try and choke Dorling out. He's looking to do the same to him and both are exerting a great amount of energy in trying to accomplish the feat.
Dorling backs himself out of the corner with Connolly still stuck about three feet off the ground, his hands still wringing his throat. Dorling takes a calculated risk and moves his right hand away from his throat and puts a finger in his right eye.
Baxter: YEAH! GOUGE HIS FUCKING EYES OUT!
Diamond: This has gone from dirty to downright sinister!
Connolly reluctantly gives up his position and sinks back to the canvas. Dorling backs his into the corner and leans all of his weight. Both of Connolly's hands fall by the wayside, giving Dorling the opportunity to stick his left thumb in his left eye.
Baxter: He's got him! PUT HIM DOWN!
SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS! SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS! SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS!
Baxter: YOU AREN'T HELPING!
Dorling tries to bring Connolly down to her knees, but The Suntan Superman gets a kick of adrenaline and moves his hands up to Dorling's face. He tilts his head and tries to bite his left hand, but Connolly is able to keep away from his bite and get around his mouth up to his left eye. He pokes him and then gets his right hand up.
Diamond: My God, they are both trying to end the match by gouging each others eyes out!
Baxter: This is what the elite do when they get desperate.
Diamond: Even Giles is repelled enough not to try and break this up.
Baxter: Alright, Connolly'll get props here, would you want to try and break those two up seeing what they've done to each other so far?
Connolly gets his foot over the bottom turnbuckle and pushes out, causing Dorling to teeter back and go down to the canvas. Connolly tries to lock his legs and keep him down. Giles drops down to the canvas.
ONE
TWO
THRE-
Baxter: DORLING TURNED IT!
The King of Vegas is on top of Connolly and now putting all the pressure on his eyes. A cover from him.
ONE
TWO
THRE-
Connolly manages to use his legs to spin around and get on top of Dorling.
ONE
TWO
THRE-
Dorling turns it around one more time and gets on top of Connolly. He pushes himself higher and tries to get more leverage.
ONE
TWO
THRE-
Connolly monkey flips Dorling over and breaks up the hold. If this were a long wrestling sequence and not complete masochism, there would be a standing ovation. Instead, there's a lot of hesitation from the crowd.
Diamond: That's the first time I've seen two people try and pin each other by gouging at the eyes.
Baxter: I'd venture it will be the last. Someone is probably putting in a rule to prevent that.
Diamond: I don't ever want to see it again. That was scary to watch.
Baxter: I'll agree with you on that one.
Diamond: How couldn't y... Nevermind.
Baxter: Oh come on, I'm not that cruel.
Diamond: You were shouting for Dorling to gouge his eyes out.
Baxter: Heat of the moment.
Diamond: That brings out your true colors.
Baxter: Well... Let's just get back to the match.
Dorling and Connolly are both face first on the canvas, rubbing at their eyes and trying whatever way to relieve the pressure exerted by the other. Connolly tries blinking but feels an incredible urge to keep his eyes shut. He is keeping his eyes forcefully shut while trying to grab at the ropes. Dorling is doing the same on the other side of the ring. He gets a hand on the middle rope. He gets a feel for the ropes and puts both hands up, reaching the top and pulling himself to a standing position.
Baxter: Dorling is the first one to his feet.
Diamond: But how relevant is that going to be?
Dorling is crouched over in the corner. He rapidly blinks his eyes and is able to get a brief visual on Connolly. He moves in a straight line. He cocks a fist and runs forward, knowing if he goes straight ahead that he's going to hit him.
The Suntan Superman turns around and catches him with a kick to the jaw.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
Diamond: GOOD TIMES, PAINFUL MEMORIES!
Baxter: NO! IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS! AFTER DORLING'S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH!
Diamond: IT'S GOT TO END FOR ONE OF THEM!
Baxter: BUT IT SHOULD END FOR CONNOLLY! CAN YOU HEAR ME, DORLING! GET UP! GET UP!
Connolly is stuck on his back trying to turn onto his side and move over to wrap up the match. Dorling is stuck in the starfish position. The lights are on, but everybody inside evacuated after taking the violent GTPM.
Diamond: All he has to do is get over and get an arm over! Anything!
Baxter: COME ON, DORLING!
He uses his hands to scoot the rest of his dead body over to him. He gets about halfway and has to stop for a breather. When he looks up, Dorling is still sprawled out in the same position. It'd take a bomb going off at close range to wake him up. He grunts and groans over, getting a little support from her legs before pushing himself up to his feet. Christian slowly staggers over to the corner and takes a deep breath.
Mustering everything he has left, he leaps and bounces off the top turnbuckle.. extending, twisting and landing across Dorling.
Diamond: THY KINGDOM COME! THY KINGDOM COME!
Baxter: OHMIGODNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Diamond: COVER!
ONE
TWO
THREE
Giles looks down at Dorling and then shoots his head over to Masters. The look suggests that he needs to get up and declare a winner.
But, he doesn't.
"TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Baxter's head slams into the desk, absolutely out of breath and unable to show anymore shock. Connolly stares up at Giles with heavy and red eyes, silently asking him how it is possible.
He can't give him an answer.
Diamond: We're going on 45 minutes and I thought they'd run out of gas about 15 minutes ago.
Baxter: Dorling is SUPERHUMAN!
Diamond: He might be. He might be.
Baxter: And Connolly is possessed... Dear God, this might never end.
His head drops down and cradles itself next to Dorling's right leg. His arm is extended over his stomach. His body is tilted slightly. It's likely with what little energy he has left, he is fighting to make sure he doesn't turn completely on his back.
Diamond: What more can they do? How much more can either of them take?
Baxter: I've already lost my mind. I'm getting in your boat now, man. We're witnessing an unbelievable match. One that'll be a symbol of IC title matches.
Diamond: If we ever get an ending.
Baxter: I thought it was over when they were gouging each other to death.
Connolly's hand balls up into a fist and moves off Dorling's stomach. His head lifts slightly off the ground and looks over at Dorling. He's still in the prone position that he left him in. He tries raising that arm up and reaching for his shoulder, attempting to push him on his back and go for another cover.
Diamond: This is the smartest thing he can do. Dorling hasn't moved since the kickout.
Dorling somehow feels the hand on his shoulder and comes out of his stupor. He doesn't raise even half a foot, but it is enough to slight him and get him resting on his right arm.
Baxter: Good instincts right there.
Diamond: I think that was a lucky reaction.
Connolly grits his teeth and lifts his head off his arm, moving away and rolls up to a seated position. He moves his arms up to his head and rubs at his eyes, pushing his body once again to get up. He gets onto his right hand and almost slips, having to use his left hand to catch himself. With a concentrated effort, he backpedals up and grips the top rope, pushing off and getting up to his feet.
Diamond: Connolly is back up. He's got to come up with a sonic boom of a maneuver in order to end this one.
Baxter: He might as well just set him on fire. That might work. MIGHT.
Dorling shows a sign of life by moving his left hand up to wipe his lips. He turns to his left side and coughs up a storm. Connolly moves over and tries to grab hold, but stops midway down and gets himself vertical. He lifts his left foot up and stomps Dorling in the right arm.
Diamond: I think he got a bit dizzy there and couldn't get down to pick him up.
Baxter: If he's dizzy then I can imagine how dizzy he's going to be when he gets up.
Diamond: If he can stand up.
Baxter: He doesn't need to be standing to win the match.
Dorling does his best to shrug off the kick and grips the bottom rope with both hands. He lands a kick to the spine. He winces, and continues up. Christian rifles off another kick. He repeats. He hits another kick just as he gets a hold of the middle rope. Seeing his kicks aren't having much of an affect, he runs far side and comes back, a head full of steam and looks destined to slam his foot into his head.
Diamond: BOOT TO THE HEA-
Dorling shoots to life and lunges forward, spearing Connolly down. Dorling immediately rolls off Connolly and under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet and he springboards onto the top rope and launches himself off, flipping and driving all his weight into Connolly. The impact causes Dorling to bounce off Connolly.
Baxter: TrapDOR! TrapDOR!
Baxter can barely contain his excitement and those lining the stands can barely contain their natural reactions: Whether it be shock, horror, anger, or disbelief. All of them have a reaction. Diamond goes to speak, but whatever words he wants to say don't come out.
For a split second, the fans believes this is the end for their hero. They've been witness to a lot of wrestling spills and falls, and that was one of the most brutal, at least considering what a critical stage both competitors are at. Dorling didn't have to get enough of the turn to outright slam Connolly on his head, which is what he was going for.
Connolly is down and out, both hands are at respective sides and motionless.
Dorling down on his back and is pulling at the rope in a frantic attempt to get over and cover Connolly.
Baxter: GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!
The King of Vegas extends his arm out, perhaps to gauge how far away he is from Connolly. At best, he's got two feet.
Baxter: COME ON! HE'S NOT GETTING UP!
Dorling violently tugs on the ropes. He's now fully aware of Connolly's prone state and is struggling, one arm on the ropes and one arm extended. All he's got to do is get a hand on his leg and hold for three seconds.
Baxter: ALMOST THERE! ONE MORE PULL AND YOU'VE GOT IT!
Dorling gives the pull and gets his arm on Connolly's leg. His other arm comes around and holds him down.
ONE
TWO
THREE
In his head, Dorling knows what three seconds feels like. There isn't a veteran wrestler in the business that doesn't. He ran the count off in his head, releasing Connolly once he believed Giles dropped his hand. His arms unwrapped from his legs, unable to hold him down any longer. If he had to administer any real pressure, he would have passed out before hitting two.
He'll have to make another pin attempt because Giles has two fingers in the air.
Baxter slumps down his chair and Diamond's speechlessness continues.
Dorling tilts his head up and doesn't see anybody cheering him or prepared to throw popcorn bags at his head, so he assumes Connolly somehow kicked out. He lets out a string of inaudible curse words and paws out for the bottom rope, keeping his fingers barely locked on the edge.
Diamond: They've taken THREE finishers from each other. THREE. These aren't amateur finishers either. THREE! It SHOULD be over, but we've still got a match going.
Connolly's eyes open, but he can't tilt his head from the right side. His legs have a shooting pain going up and down. His eyes are still burning and he's about out of breath. However, he's still in the match.
Dorling crawls over to the bottom rope, collapsing once his bicep comes across the top of the rope.
Diamond: What else? What else is there?
Christian blinks a few times and moves his fingers off the canvas. He tries to lift his head but can only stay up for two seconds. He gets his hand on the outside ring apron and pulls, trying to get the rest of his body over and make a valiant push up. He's in better shape than Connolly, but only by a bit.
Christian shuts his eyes and rolls to the right, not having the luxury of using ropes to help him up. He gets on his side and digs his elbow into the canvas.
Diamond: I don't know where they are getting the energy, but they are getting back up again.
Baxter has finally gotten from his crouched position and put his headset back on.
Baxter: The FUCK, man? I've seen some crazy shit before, but this ranks right up there. Each one of them has had it in the bag, or at least would have on most other nights. Fuck, any other night. We had to get their zombie A-Games.
Diamond: We wouldn't expect anything less, but this surpasses expectations.
Baxter: Someone just hand them a pair of swords. I'm guessing they are both experienced enough. First one to stab the other wins.
He gets his left hand on the middle rope and pulls. He slides over toward the turnbuckle so he can have steady support to pull his 205 pound frame up. His left arm moves around the top rope while his right pushes against the turnbuckle.
Diamond: And Dorling is up! Dorling has made it to his feet.
Baxter: Connolly is close.
The Suntan Superman looks over at The King of Vegas and sees him up. He's going to make a move soon so he's got to move and move now. When he sees Dorling move toward him, he thinks it's the sign of an attack and lets out a primal scream to get on his feet. In actuality, Dorling stumbled over his own feet and moved closer to center ring.
Both wrestlers end up smashing into one another and use each other for leverage.
Baxter: Someone just hit a damn move! Pull the plug on this!
Connolly is leaning into Dorling's left shoulder while Dorling is leaning into his right. If he dropped, he'd drop with him. He moves his arm up and tries to get a fist into his ribs, but Dorling shoves away. Connolly jumps into the air and tries to lock his knees into his chest.
Baxter: HE SHOVED HIM OFF!
Connolly goes back into the ropes. Dorling charges ahead and looks for a home run lariat. Connolly ducks, either because of exhaustion or because he's still got a wit in his brain. Dorling comes back off the end. Connolly comes back and tries to get his knees into the chest again. Dorling somehow catches him and tries shoving him into the ropes, but Connolly locks his arms around the neck. Dorling swings around, getting his foot caught up under the bottom rope. It's not exactly what he wanted to have happen, but it got Connolly off him without dropping him with the DORbreaker.
Diamond: Both know what they want to do but they don't have any energy left.
Baxter: They've got to find it at some point... right?
Connolly runs off to the far side and comes in, looking for a GTPM. Dorling sidesteps, letting him roll thru. Connolly backpedals. Dorling moves forward and lifts him up. Connolly holds on and spins Dorling around, coming down behind him. He spins his arms around and takes his weight down, but he's the only one who goes down. Dorling shoves away.
Baxter: Again, they stalemate! COME THE FUCK ON!
Connolly spins around and tries to lock Dorling's neck. He shoves away and then runs forward. Connolly jumps again, Dorling pushes him back into the turnbuckle. He's still got hold of his neck. Dorling swings around and launches him away. Connolly runs forward like a mad man and gets his arms around Dorling again. He shoves away again and tries to land a standing side kick. Connolly catches the foot, spins around, and moves in front.
Diamond: C4-
Baxter: DORLING MOVES!
Another push off. Dorling and Connolly come at each other again and bump heads.
DING! DING! DING!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Diamond: It can't be!
Baxter: You've got to be kidding me.
Referee Thomas Giles goes over to Masters and says a few words with him as Connolly & Dorling are waiting to see what's going on, but not taking their eyes off each other.
Masters: Ladies and gentlemen, the sixty time limit, HAS EXPIRED. This match has been ruled a DRAW!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Masters: And STILL your WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION.. CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY!!
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Dorling collapses to the mat, with his head in hands. Connolly is handed the IC title but he doesn't care. He just stands there looking down at Dorling, who looks up at Connolly.
Diamond: What more can these guys do?
Baxter: Give em' guns and let them have a duel.
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THE BARKER FILES: UNITY
We cut to the back. Chris Page is pacing along the corridor, speaking in to a cellphone.
CHRIS PAGE- “Adam, it’s Chris again. I appreciate you’re probably still put under at the moment, but I want you to know that I’ve sent more doctors over to examine you. The results have been… inconclusive up to now. But I promise you, I’m going to find the son of a bitch that did this to you and make them wish they were never born. You have my word. If you are able to hear this…. Just let me know you’re alright.”
With a heavy sigh, Chris lowers the cellphone and stands solemnly quiet. It takes him a moment to collect himself, before he turns to the wall and pounds it angrily with his fist. He pants heavily, before planting his open palm on the wall, allowing it to slide down as he turns around.
He is suddenly caught by surprise. Leaning straight into his face, exhaling odiously is none other than Grimoire Xmyles. CCP jerks back as GX chuckles to himself.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Ho-hum. What a dilemma it is that you are facing.”
CHRIS PAGE- “Get the fuck out of my face, clown! I have more important things on my mind than talking to a prick like you.”
GX recoils with a forced heartbroken gasp.
GRIMOIIRE XMYLES- “Oh, Christopher. I’m crushed! And here I was thinking that we could finally put the past behind us and move on with our relationship.”
CHRIS PAGE- “I have no ‘relationship’ with you, moron! I’ve got no business with you other than kicking your ass to the other side of China here tonight.”
Chris Page goes to walk away, but GX sidles up beside him, rubbing against his hip like a cat before standing right in front of his. Chris rolls his eyes in annoyance.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Au contrare, mon amis. I believe that the conflict in our interests is not as sparse as you might kid yourself to believe.”
Page folds his arms.
CHRIS PAGE- “What are you talking about.”
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “I suppose you could say that I’ve been… a little uninspired for the last couple of weeks. I mean, ever since I ripped Lunacy a new one, I haven’t been allowed to have too much fun. They’ve kept me off shows, both televised and localized. But then…”
He smiles twistedly.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Someone tried to kill Adam Barker and make it look like suicide. And suddenly, I feel reinvigorated.”
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Uh-uh-uhhhh, oh no you don’t, cowboy. It appears that you and I have the same desires. You want to find the culprit, don’t you?”
Chris Page pauses. He doesn’t trust this clown. Not for one second. And justifiably so. Nonetheless, the severity of his predicament might require him to take some risks.
CHRIS PAGE:- “Why the hell do YOU, of all people, want to find the culprit?”
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “So I can shake them by the hand, of course.”
Once again, Grimoire lets out a small chuckle to himself as Chris’ top lip curls upwards. He balls a fist, ready to deliver a strike to GX, but the man they call The Phobia cuts him off.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Come now. My offer is genuine, as are my reasons. You get what you want, I get what I want. So you scratch my back… and I’ll scratch yours.”
CHRIS PAGE- “How are we going to contact one another if either of us finds anything?”
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “You’ll know when I need you.”
Grimoire holds out his hand, ready for Chris Page to shake in agreement. Unwillingly, but desperately, he grabs GX’s hand. Immediately, the lets out a yelp of pain. He shakes his wrist in agitation as he looks at GX’s hand. There is a joy buzzer looped around his hand, the electric shock caught him by surprise.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Whoops! Sorry! Force of habit!
CHRIS PAGE- “If you even THINK about turning this into some sort of game…”
Page’s menacing threat does little to unnerve The Phobia. Grimoire simply slinks back into the shadows, only the gleam from his stained teeth can be seen as he chuckles wickedly to himself. Chris Page looks uncertain. Could Page have really just done a deal with the Devil in order to find Adam Barker’s attacker? He uncertainly moves away, not taking his eyes from the dark corner in which Xmyles lurks as the camera cuts to commercial.
MATCH ONE:
DARK TRUTH versus ERIK JOSTEN
Masters: Ladies and gentlemen.. our opening match is scheduled for one fall and is NO DISQUALIFICIATION!
Massive Wagon's "Nails" permeates through the arena speakers as the WGWF fans rise in expectation of their Heroic Hoss.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Through the curtain bursts Eric Josten, fists clenched, and eyes focussed only on the ring. He was ready for a fight... to take a beating, but make sure he dished out an even more brutal one himself.
Diamond: This match isn't going to see any pulled punches. You can bet that Josten has been thinking about this for weeks, and is going to find that extra level if he needs to.
Masters: Introducing first, weighing in at 314 pounds... ERIK JOSTEN!!!
As soon as he slides into the ring, Josten turns back to the aisle, gesturing for the Dark Truth to get out.
Baxter: If he's too angry, then his judgement will be clouded, letting the Dark Truth take him to pieces.
Some creepy music hit the arena told Josten that his wishes were about to come true, and the Dark Truth strolls out from the back into an arena of hate. Donning black and white Citizen Truth tights; a black, white & red CT mask; black boots and a black & red cape.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Masters: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown. He weighs in at and undisclosed amount... THE DARK TRUTH!
Josten is held back by the referee as Truth makes his way down the aisle, shaking his head at the fans who hurl all kind of abuse at him.
Diamond: Well, I think it's clear to see whose side the fans are on.
Baxter: Which makes it obvious whose side I'll be on.
As Truth goes to step into the ring, Josten pushes past the referee and charges at his heated rival, scoring with a hard knee to the temple that sends Truth tumbling down to the floor.
Diamond: Josten isn't waiting here! And if that knee was an indicator of what we're going to see from him tonight, this could be a brutal encounter.
Taking off his cape, the startled Dark Truth stumbles up, holding the side of his head, only for Josten to grab the top rope and slingshot down onto him with an impressive Plancha. Truth hits the mats with Josten on top of him, before the Heroic Hoss straddles his rival to land stinging right hands to the jaw.
Diamond: WOW! This isn't a Josten we usually see... it looks like he's willing to put his own body on the line to take out this mysterious attacker!
With the crowd firmly behind the riled Josten, he grabs a handful of Dark Truth's mask, before hurling him into the ring steps, the crash echoing around ringside.
Baxter: Hey, didn't these things used to happen in the ring?
As Dark Truth pulls himself up, dazed, Josten gestures for the fans in the front row to back away. Running up behind Truth, Josten again grabs his head and runs at the rail, hurdling it to smash Truth's face into the barrier with an innovative Bulldog.
Diamond: Truth had better have a good dentist, that guard rail is NOT soft!
As Josten hops back up, the crowd pat him on the back, beginning a chant of his name.
"JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN!"
Despite the referee yelling for the action to finally get in the ring, Josten hops onto the rail and waits for the stunned Dark Truth to rise. With the enemy in his sights, Josten grabs Truth's shoulders, before sending Truth flying over into the ring post.
Diamond: This one might be over before it even enters the ring. Josten is just putting the pain on Dark Truth.
Dark Truth grabs his back where the post connected, but all it does is give Josten a target to rain down stomps at.
Baxter: The actions of a simple thug, Diamond. It's a sad day when such acts are applauded.
Breaking away from Truth, Josten turns to the fans and thrusts his arms into the air, the look of pure rage and determination causing another chant to echo around the building.
"JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN!"
After nodding back to them, Josten then grabs Dark Truth by the mask and tights, before rolling him back into the ring. Sliding in after his rival, Josten backs away to the centre of the ring, urging the masked man to get up and fight him.
Diamond: Josten wants Truth to bring it to him. He's dished out some early punishment, now he wants a FIGHT!
Groggy from the early onslaught, Truth stumbles up and flings a right at Josten, only for it to be ducked, and a waistlock to clamp around him. Before Dark Truth can even realize it's happening, Josten heaves him over for a German Suplex, shoulders and neck smashing against the unforgiving canvas.
Baxter: Why isn't that move banned yet? Are we just waiting until the whole roster are having neck surgery?
Not releasing his tight waistlock, Josten heaves Truth back to his feet, then hits a second, brutal German Suplex.
"JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN!"
Fuelled by the fans, Josten once again drags the sandbagging body of Dark Truth up, then backs towards the corner. Bending his knees sharply, and using all the strength his body can muster, Josten flings the smaller man over with a Release German Suplex, sending him ploughing into the turnbuckles.
"JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN!"
Grabbing Truth's feet, Josten drags him out of the corner, then drops down, hooking the leg.
ONE!
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TWO!
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TH-NO!
The crowd jeer the near fall, all wanting Josten to put the despised Dark Truth away quickly.
Diamond: Josten is really at a disadvantage as he doesn't know his opponent. Usually that would've been enough to get the three.
Looking out of it on his feet, the groggy Dark Truth pulls himself up, instantly staggering back into the corner for support. Caught up in the fight, Josten charges at him, throwing his body into an amazing Stinger Splash that almost sends him tumbling over the top as he smashes against Truth's face and chest.
Diamond: Whoa! Josten put on the brakes just in time! He was a little too eager there, and nearly jumped right over the post!
With each step looking like it's his last, Truth stumbles out of the corner, only for Josten to grab him, then throw his rival overhead with a tight T-Bone Suplex.
Baxter: Truth looks to have the frame to absorb these impacts, he'll just be waiting for a chance to get a momentum-shifter in.
Dark Truth's neck and shoulders take another huge impact, before Josten again hooks the leg.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO!
After spitting out his gum, Josten sighs, having hoped to put his rival away early.
Diamond: Josten doesn't want Dark Truth to get a move in here.
Grabbing Dark Truth's mask, Josten drags him up, before landing a string of hammering rights that backs his opponent to the corner. Draping Truth's arms over the top rope, Josten leaves his chest exposed, then lights it up with a vicious Knife-Edge Chop.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Dark Truth winces as the pain pulses from his chest, only for Josten to follow up with another, and another, and another, and another.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
With Truth's chest turning red raw, Josten grabs his wrist and whips him into the opposite buckles, the bigger man's back rippling as the jolting impact is felt all through his body. Eager to continue the relentless assault, Josten ruses in after him, going for a Corner Clothesline... only for Dark Truth to step forward and scoop him up for a Sidewalk Slam, flinging Josten down almost on the top of his head.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
After taking a moment to catch his breath and uncloud his senses, Dark Truth pulls Josten up by the hair, then drops him right back down with a charging Lariat, almost turning the Hoss inside out.
Baxter: Haha! He nearly threw him through the ring!
Still feeling the effects of Josten's vicious attacks, Truth stalks the crawling Josten, before stepping across the small of his back, collapsing the object of his hatred. Again grabbing Josten by the hair, Truth clamps both his hands around his throat, lifting the bigger opponent off the mat. As Josten begins to turn red, Truth releases him, then smashes him out of the air with a stiff elbow to the face.
Diamond: And this is exactly why Josten was so keen on finishing this early...
Josten is sent spinning down to the canvas, just avoiding landing square on his head.
Baxter: That swing could break rocks, so Josten's head was never going to stand a chance.
Arrogantly, Dark Truth drops down and presses his hands down onto Josten's shoulders, pinning them to the mat.
ONE!
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TWO!
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TH-NO!
Revitalising the fans, Josten bursts a shoulder up in defiance, then begins to crawl to the corner.
Diamond: Josten is just looking for a few seconds to get himself together here.
As Josten pulls himself up using the ropes, Truth charges in, hitting a sickening Corner Spear to Josten's spine, almost snapping him in two.
Baxter: This is pro wrestling, there aren't any time-outs here. You don't look behind you, you get snapped.
With the fans silenced, Truth grabs the crooked Josten by the waist, then hurls him overhead with a Release German Suplex that sends the bigger man flipping through to land on his face. Sitting up, impressed, Dark Truth brushes his hands off, then crawls over to Josten and rolls him over.
Diamond: That's scary power there. Josten isn't a Light Heavyweight.
Again, his hands push Josten's shoulders down.
ONE!
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TW-!
To jeers from the respectful crowd, Dark Truth pulls Josten's shoulders off the canvas, then slaps him across the face.
"DARK-TRUTH-SUCKS! DARK-TRUTH-SUCKS! DARK-TRUTH-SUCKS!"
Showing off his impressive strength, Truth lifts Josten, then presses him up above his head. With Josten hanging limp, Truth parades him around the ring, before tossing him off onto the top rope, the cable cutting across Josten's chest and throat.
Baxter: Like a rag doll, Diamond. Like a rag doll.
With his body sent bouncing back, Josten is against grabbed by Truth, and pressed above his head.
Diamond: It's almost effortless for Dark Truth.
Taunting the fans, Truth raises and lowers Josten, before striding over to the corner and dropping him with a Snake Eyes, Josten's forehead smashing against the top turnbuckle, causing his neck to snap sickly.
Baxter: Ohhh, that one's going to need an X-Ray!
Before Josten can drop to the canvas, Dark Truth grabs him in a Full Nelson, before throwing himself forward for a Russian Legsweep, again smashing Josten's exposed head into the buckle.
Diamond: Dark Truth is just brutalizing Josten here, and I can't see a way for the Boy Wonder to get back into this.
Keeping the Full Nelson locked in, Truth heaves Josten up, before spiking him down for a Full Nelson Slam.
Baxter: Those have to be some of the harshest slams and suplexes you'll see ever see. He gets Josten high, and then flings him down into the canvas.
Again, Truth drops down, pinning Josten's shoulders to the mat.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO!
Just as the fans start to fear the worst, Josten bursts a shoulder up, much to Dark Truth's anger.
Diamond: Dark Truth is determined to beat Josten here. A loss isn't an option, and I don't know what he'll do if he doesn't pick up the W here.
Grabbing Josten's head, Dark Truth unleashes a furious volley of right hands, before ploughing his forearm again and again into Josten's face. Snarling down at Josten, Truth finally hooks a leg.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO!
"JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN! JOSTEN!"
Truth's clenched fists smash against the canvas in frustration as Josten gets a shoulder up, erupting the fans.
Diamond: Josten might not be able to get any shots in, but just kicking out is starting to rile Dark Truth.
Grabbing Josten's hair, Truth goes to hook him in for a Suplex, only for the crafty Hoss to counter with an Inside Cradle.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO!
Just as every fan in the building through Josten had sneaked the win, Dark Truth bursts out, then sends a hard stomp to Josten's head. Pulling his resilient rival up by the wrist, Truth whips him into the ropes, then tries to behead him with a Lariat... only for Josten to swing under it and lock in a Crucifix.
Diamond: He has a Crucifix! Can he get Truth d-NO!
But before Josten can drag Dark Truth off-balance, he's crushed against the mat with a Samoan Drop.
Baxter: Grab a shovel, we've got some scrapin' to do!
Smirking at the fans, Truth stomps on Josten before walking over and climbing out the ring. He walks over and snatched the chair that Donald Masters was sitting on, then snatches the mic.
He climbs back in the ring and throws the chair down.
DARK TRUTH - C'mon Erik.. quit.. quit like you always have. Quit like you quit on me all those years ago! No one gives a shit about you! Not your mother.. not your brothers.. no one!!
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Josten is slowly trying to push himself up.
DARK TRUTH - I have always been the best thing in this fucking sport and everybody wants you (points at Josten) to fucking quit! And the best part about it is that you get to watch your former partner be the star that you'll never be! When I'm done, your wife will quit on you! Your son, your SON will quit on you!
The causes Josten to finally push up to his knees. With a pissed off look on his face, he snatches the mic from the Dark Truth.
JOSTEN - Go ahead, grab the chair! Grab it! I dare you to hit me! (Josten reaches up and slaps the Dark Truth) You ain't got the balls! You hide behind a mask, you bitch! Hit me!
The Dark Truth shakes his head before grabbing the chair.
JOSTEN - DO IT! DO IT! You a big tough guy! C'mon you miserable bitch! DO IT!
The Dark Truth raises the chair above his head but before he can swing, Josten gets up and headbutts him right in the chin. The Dark Truth staggers before dropping down to his knees. Josten steps over and grabs the chair, the grabs the mic.
JOSTEN - You wanna talk about my family?! Aight. Now I'm gonna break your neck!
The Dark Truth tries to scurry away from Josten but to no avail. Josten has grabs the Dark Truth but his tries to fight him off. Both men are fighting over the chair.
Diamond: This has gotten ugly, real quick!
Josten drives the Dark Truth down to his knees, but what he doesn't notice is the roar from the crowd. Over the guardrail steps a large man with black jeans & a black hooded jacket on, covering his face. He slides in the ring and grabs Josten around the waist and sends him over with a German suplex. The 3rd man gets to his feet and the arena is in shock as we can all see his identity.
Diamond: What the hell?! THE SENTINEL!! OH GOD NO!
Baxter: WHAT?!
The Sentinel stands over the fallen Josten, staring down at him with a look of pure disdain. The Dark Truth is in sitting up in the corner, not believing what he's seeing.. but very relieved.
Diamond: The Sentinel just dropped Erik Josten on his neck but why?!
The Sentinel dead-lifts Josten off the mat and takes him over into another suplex.
Diamond: I can't believe what I'm witnessing!
Baxter: Me either but I'm loving it!
The Sentinel picks Josten up and hoists him up over his shoulder. With the Dark Truth directing traffic, the Sentinel rushes across the ring and drives Josten back first into the turnbuckle. With Josten still on his shoulder, he turns and charges toward the opposite corner, driving him into that turnbuckle. He then turns and charges, slamming Josten down into the mat.
Baxter: Erik Josten is done!
Diamond: Erik Josten needs help, right now!
Baxter: I heard Connolly hasn't gotten to the building yet.
Diamond: Erik Josten isn't moving. We really need help out here!
The Dark Truth grabs the chair, unfolds it and sits it in the middle of the ring. The Dark Truth grabs Josten and sets him upright.
Diamond: This is over. Ring the bell and get some help out here!
The Dark Truth sits down in the chair.. and then locks in a chinlock. The referee asks Josten if he quits but he gets no answer from Josten. The ref has no choice.
DING! DING! DING!
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
The Dark Truth plays to the crowd, keeping the chinlock locked in.
Diamond: Now get him off! Two on one! No one signed a contract for two on one!
Masters: Erik Josten was unable to answer the referee's, therefore her-..
The Dark Truth stops Masters and demands he says something.
Masters: ... here is your winner, by CHINLOCK.. THE DARK TRUTH!!
The Dark Truth climbs the turnbuckle and celebrates. The Sentinel comes over and picks DT up onto his shoulders and carries him around the ring.
Diamond: Chinlock my ass. The reason the Dark Truth won that contest is because of the man who's carrying him on his shoulders right now.
Baxter: That is a scary duo. The Sentinel now under the direction of the Dark Truth.
Diamond: The pressing issue is that Erik Josten is still not moving.
The Sentinel puts Dark Truth and the exit the ring, but not before DT spits on Josten and steps over him.
A GAME CHANGER AND A RAVEN:
(Scene switches backstage to show James Raven, sitting in his locker room, stretching for his match. James has a quiet, thoughtful look on his face, as if he doesn't know exactly what he's about to get himself into with this three on two situation against Paul Frost and Extinction tonight. But he's the Legend, the one and only James Raven, and his comeback ignited something in him. He looks calm and ready to go out there and give the best account for himself... and that's when a grating voice cuts through the reverie, making Raven look off-camera.)
Kyle Shane: Caw caw, motherfuckers. Team RavenShane is in the house! Hey, partner, I just came to check on you, see if you're ready to soar. Cause, you're... well, never mind...
(James sighs a little bit. Obviously Kyle can be an acquired taste, for everyone, and the two of them don't have a ton of positive history from the start, but James shows signs of humoring the man he's sticking with tonight as he gets to his feet.)
James Raven: Bird jokes. Never gets old.
Kyle Shane: Yeah, well... you can expect me to lay an egg out there every once in a while, but that's why we keep trying, right?
(Amused despite himself, James grins and shakes his head.)
James Raven: You're an idiot, Kyle.
Kyle Shane: I hope that doesn't mean you're having second thoughts.
(Before Raven can protest, Kyle holds his hands up, in defense mode.)
Kyle Shane: Because look, not for nothing, James, I already went through this shit at Wrestlewars with Silence. So if you're coming out there to walk out on me, tip a ladder over on me or screw me out of this match, can you please let me know now? I already had one partner who pledged to help me defend the honor of the Tag titles against it being ruined by the resurrection and parading around with it Frost and his goons were doing. So if you want out, then there's the door. Well, behind me, actually, you'd have to go around me - FIGURATIVELY, there is the door. But if you want to stick with me, tonight and past then, and make something of these Tag titles, give worth to them, give them a damn REASON to be brought out of mothballs, then all you have to do is hold up your end.
James Raven: Shane... I have never, and will never, need a speech from you, about holding up my end.
Kyle Shane: Alright, fair. And for what it's worth, a team like you and me, Shane and Raven. RavenShane. We can own this Tag division. We can put it on lock. We can be the most dominant team this company has seen. Rizzoko who? The DVC what the what? Please. Teaming with Silence wouldn't have gotten me where you and I can go.
James Raven: Well, I'm glad you have a good feeling about it because I - wait, really? RavenShane?
Kyle Shane: ...Uh. Yeah. I'm just trying out tag team names, and that was the first one I was gonna pitch to you -
James Raven: And you landed... on RavenShane. The one that makes us sound like a retarded Hogwarts House.
(Kyle blows a breath out through his lips sarcastically and rolls his eyes.)
Kyle Shane: A Hogwarts house? Are you kidding me, everyone knows that Harry Potter is for kids... but while I'm at it, did you have Hogwarts Mystery downloaded for your iPhone and if so could you send me some energy gems, I'm stuck at this one part in the library.
(James is staring at Kyle with a mixture of horror and bemusement.)
James Raven: Aren't you like... five years older than me, here?
Kyle Shane: ...Don't get smart, kid. Alright, look, we'll work on the name. But just put a pin in RavenShane in case we wanna reassess and come to the conclusion that it fits, okay? (Claps his hands together) And anyway let's just go out there. We beat the hell out of Past His Shelf Life 2014 Paul Frost God and his two scripture toting choir boys, we fully claim the Tag titles, and we set a statement in the name of RavenS- of our budding new tag team. Okay? Ready? Break.
(Kyle pounds Raven on the shoulder, giving the very confused legend a dap and a football like grunt, then pats James on the rump and exits the locker room.)
James Raven: We're not calling the team that by the way!
Kyle Shane: We'll talk later, bro, see you out there!
(James blows out a breath, the look on his face asking what the hell he is getting into as the scene switches back to ringside.)
THE BARKER FILES: EVIDENCE
We cut to Flash Rotten’s office, where the sole-acting officer of Monday Night Brawl can be seen filtering through sheet after sheet of paper. He has a large smile on his face and he crams particular sheets into an opaque beige envelope. His lovely young assistant can be seen next to him as if awaiting instructions.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I need you to take this immediately to the parking lot. I have contacted the local authorities and they will meet you to inspect the evidence I have gathered. They will be here any minute.”
There is a knock on the door.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Enter.”
The door swings open to reveal Bill and Ted of The Dancing Dudes, who saunter into the room with their usual swagger.
DANCING DUDE BILL- “Yo! You wanted to see us, boss dude?”
FLASH ROTTEN- “I most certainly did! I need the two of you to escort my assistant here to the parking lot. She is carrying a ‘very important package’ that needs to be given to the authorities. I believe the evidence that I’ve collated might be truly incriminating to the individual responsible for our old friend Adam Barker’s attempted ‘suicide.’ As such, it is imperative that they receive it without issue.”
Both Dancing Dudes gasp in unison.
DANCING DUDE TED- “No waaaaaay! You know who did it?”
FLASH ROTTEN: I’m not 100% sure how accurate it is, but with further analysis, our culprit could be behind bars before the night’s end. That’s why I don’t want anything happening to her, or the evidence, en route. I have to keep an eye on everything else happening with the show.”
DANCING DUDE BILL- “You can count on us, boss dude!”
DANCING DUDE TED- “Totally!”
FLASH ROTTEN- “Well then, if you’d be so kind…”
His assistant bows obediently. The Dancing Dudes open the door for her and allow her to pass. They both examine her from behind, standing and drooling for just a moment.
FLASH ROTTEN- “AHEM!”
Bill and Ted suddenly jump and quickly vacate the office, closing the door behind them, leaving Flash to shake his head to himself.
SIX PERSON TAG TEAM MATCH
MDK, ALYCE STARCHYLE and CHRIS PAGE versus JOHN TOLLY, GRIMOIRE XMYLES and HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD
HHH, Tolly and Xmyles are still awkwardly introducing themselves to each other as Hardhead’s music comes to an end and The Royal Family talk in a huddle before all three rush the ring and grab a man each to whale on in a corner. Page takes Xmyles, M.D.K takes Hardhead while Starchylde has Tolly and all three beat down their opposition in the corner while the referee desperately tries to gain control of the situation. Hardhead gets whipped into the ropes and returns with a shoulder block that drops M.D.K to the mat as as the former World Heavyweight Champion picks himself up using the ropes for assistance, HHH charges in with a lariat that sends the Brit over the top ropes and onto the floor below! Starchylde sees that her King has been dumped unceremoniously outside and leaves Tolly to charge over to the islander but is met with a boot to the mid-section which Hardhead follows up with a rolling neck-breaker! Starchylde rolls out of the ring and after stunning Xmyles in the corner with a European uppercut, CCP turns and glares at Hardhead, charges forwards and is lifted and dumped back down with a Samoan drop that rattles the ring! Page rolls out of the ring and joins his partners as HHH heads over to his partners to check on them, help them to their feet and then poses for the fans while The Royal Family compose themselves on the outside!
Diamond: “A chaotic start to the proceedings tonight as M.D.K and his cronies thought they could get the jump on this cobbled together team but Hardhead and Friends had other ideas.”
Baxter: “Maybe if the referee to get some semblance of control, we might have ourselves a wrestling match...”
Hardhead and Xmyles climb to the outside as Jon Tolly stays in the ring while The Royal Family climb onto the opposing apron and decide who will face off against the newcomer. Starchylde saunters into the ring and squares up to Tolly. They lock up in the centre of the ring but Alyce ducks through and connects with a knee to the midsection. Tolly doubles over and Alyce follows up with an elbow to the back of his head. Starchylde backs into the ropes, charges forwards for a bulldog but Tolly catches the Queen of WGWF, hauls her up and rives her down with a sidewalk slam! Alyce rolls across the mat and sits up clutching the back of her head as M.D.K and Page protest to the referee.
Diamond: “What are those two moaning about?”
Baxter: “That this John Tolly is a woman beater! It’s unacceptable!”
Alyce reaches up and tags her King in and the former World Champion charges in and almost decapitates Tolly with a clothesline. Tolly scrambles up to a knee but M.D.K is already on him and using his veteran ways to cut off his momentum with MMA style knees to the head and chest before standing the rookie up straight and hitting a brutal stiff chop to the chest of Tolly. M.D.K backs his opponent into the corner with a look of pure fury on his face for Tolly laying his hands on M.D.K’s beloved and dares him to do it again before hitting some stiff kicks to the gut of Tolly who drops down and M.D.K keeps going with the boots forcing the referee to call for the break. The referee admonishes the King of the WGWF as Tolly tries to compose himself. M.D.K pushes the referee aside and rushes Tolly again but the rookie hoists the former champion up and hotshots him onto the top turnbuckle. As M.D.K staggers backwards, Tolly reaches out to Xmyles who simply tilts his head and stares wide-eyed at his partner...
Diamond: “Xmyles was always going to be the wildcard in this match! He’s never played well with others...”
Hardhead looks exasperated and reaches over and tags Tolly himself and climbs through the ropes and grabs M.D.K from behind but the Brit catches him in the side of the head with a reverse elbow and manages to turn to face the Islander only to be grabbed again and this time hit with a rolling belly to belly that drives the Crimson King into the mat! He hooks the leg!
1!
2!
But M.D.K bursts out of the pinfall attempt and HHH looks bemused as he picks himself up and drags his opponent up by his hair and clubs him over the back of the head before whipping the Brit into the corner. He takes his time before charging in with a running knee that drives the wind out of his lungs. HHH then snapmares M.D.K and then boots the former champion into the small of his back. He then walks over to his corner and goes to tag in Grimoire who stares at him blankly and smiles vacantly at a frustrated Hardhead roars at Xmyles for a tag and then his eyes open in horror as M.D.K spins him around and hauls him over with a t-bone suplex!
Baxter: “Pure strength there from M.D.K to deliver a t-bone suplex to Hawaiian Hardhead.”
Hardhead looks up and is met by a boot to the side of his head and he slumps down to the mat and tags in Page who holds the head of Hardhead and delivers a couple of straight right hands followed by a 12-6 elbow to the top of his head that dazes the big man while CCP backs into the ropes and connects with a measured knee to the side of HHH’s head. Page drops to his knees and hooks the leg!
1!
2!
Hardhead powers out with authority and Page sits up with a wry smile. He drags Hardhead up to his feet and whips him into the ropes and swings for a clothesline but misses as HHH ducks under the attempt. He crashes into the other ropes and holds on for stability and looks rattles as Xmyles smacks him on the back with a blind tag, climbs onto the middle rope, then the top rope and then onto Hardhead’s shoulders and throws himself at a stunned Chris Page and flattens him with an elevated Thesz press and follows up with a wild flurry of lefts and rights like a rabid animal.
Diamond: “Xmyles finally gets himself into this match and makes a beeline for Page like a man possessed!”
Baxter: “This guy... He ain’t right is he?”
Diamond: “What part of this whole thing drove you to that conclusion...”
Page struggles to fight back and it isn’t until Xmyles digs his thumbs into the eyes of Page that forces the referee to call for the break. The referee drags GX away and remind him that physically blinding your opponent tends to be frowned upon. As Page rolls onto all fours, he lifts one hand to rub his face and Xmyles charges forwards and stomps on the supporting hand of Page who crashes face-first to the mat and Grimoire stares down at his adversary with wide, vacant eyes while his partners look on in bewilderment.
Baxter: “This guy’s partners don’t even know what to do with him.”
Page grips his hand as he rolls to his side and looks to be in discomfort as Xmyles kneels beside his fallen foe and forcefully takes the hand of Page who holds his other hand out to plead for clemency but Xmyles simply bites down on the fingers of CCP who howls in pain!
Diamond: “Grimoire Xmyles doesn’t have a line does he?”
Xmyles stands up and drags Page up by his hair and clubs him over the back of the head before whipping the Hall of Famer into the turnbuckle and follows him in with a running dropkick into the chest causing Page to slump into a seated position. GX rolls backwards to his feet, hops up onto the middle rope and leaps onto the groin with a double stomp to the groin / mid-section and follows up by taking a step back and hits a short range Yakuza kick to the side of Page’s head. Tolly calls for a tag and Xmyles looks him up and down before turning away from his partners to face his foes once again.
Diamond: “Looks like Xmyles is out for himself tonight.”
Page slumps down and Xmyles leans into him and whispers into his ear something before headbutting the Chronic One in the side of the head before choking him with one hand!
Baxter: “This isn’t wrestling! This is base level common assault!”
The referee calls for a break and admonishes GX for his choice of attack. As he does, Page slowly crawls across the ring to make a tag but Xmyles spots this and makes his way over to stalk his prey. He lets Page get close to the outstretched hand of Alyce and goes to cut him off with a kick but Alyce leans through the ropes to shorten the distance but the referee steps in to stop her and with the referee distracted, M.D.K lunges through the middle ropes, spins GX to face him and hits an inverted atomic drop followed by a European uppercut that flattens the Markman Asylum resident.
Diamond: “Cheap tactics from the Royal Family there...”
Baxter: “Cheap EFFECTIVE tactics...”
Page uses the time bought for him to tag Starchylde in and the Queen of WGWF takes advantage of the downed GX with quick kicks to his downed body followed by dragging him up and dumping him back down with a snap suplex. Starchylde poses and the crowd give her huge heat as GX rolls to all fours and the Goddess turns and hauls him back to his feet and delivers a quick couple of knees before whipping GX into the turnbuckle but as Starchylde leaps in, Xmyles staggers out of the way and into the outstretched hand of Jon Tolly. Xmyles looks upset as the rookie steps into the ring and the referee has to physically remove Xmyles from the ring.
Tolly makes his way over to Starchylde and kicks the back of her legs out from her and she hobbles on the spot as Tolly grabs her by the waist and hits a back suplex onto Starchylde and the audience are on their feet in applause and M.D.K joins them!
Diamond: “Why is M.D.K applauding his Queen being suplexed?”
Baxter: “It’s respect. A word synonymous with M.D.K.”
Tolly stands up and as the applause dies down, M.D.K continues to clap, whoop and cheer. Tolly narrows his eyes as M.D.K nods his head and smiles at Tolly.
Baxter: “He’s giving credit where it’s due!”
M.D.K extends a hand to shake the hand of Jon Tolly who eyes him cautiously. M.D.K nods his head to encourage Tolly to accept the token of appreciation while the crowd chant “no” over and over. Naively, Tolly reaches out and shakes the hand of M.D.K who drags him in, headbutts Tolly across the bridge of his nose, keeps a grip of his arm and leaps off the apron and hyper-extends his shoulder across the top rope causing immense pain to the newcomer!
Diamond: “Sickening!”
Alyce is back to her feet and takes advantage of the situation with a side Russian leg-sweep onto Tolly who crashes to the mat. She leans up and tags in Page who comes in and puts the boots to the shoulder of JT before dragging him to his feet before hitting an arm-drag that takes him back down to the mat and he synches in an armbar on the rookie who howls in discomfort. He battles his way back to one knee and Page cuts him off with a thumb to the eye before tagging in M.D.K whole keeping hold of the arm tightly.
Baxter: “The Royal Family are cutting the ring off perfectly here.”
Diamond: “With the help of cheap tricks...”
M.D.K climbs in and kicks Tolly in the armpit cruelly before taking hold of the arm for himself. He hauls Tolly to his feet and twists the arm 180 degrees before whipping him towards the turnbuckle but plants his feet to jerk the newcomer backwards and into a heap on the mat as the crowd’s heat rises. The King of the WGWF holds the arm, twists it wickedly with Tolly still on the mat and drives a boot into the socket once again before pressing his knee into it. Tolly howls in pain as M.D.K pins the arm to the mat and slaps the face of JT teasingly. Tolly writhes in pain, lashes out and catches M.D.K in the side of the head and the former champion releases his grip and staggers backwards. Tolly groggily rolls to his knees and crawls towards his corner but he gets close when M.D.K is on top of him, grabs him under his arms and his a full Nelson suplex! M.D.K sarcastically waves at HHH and Xmyles and the former looks livid and charges the ring but the referee intervenes allowing the Royal Family to use the distraction to all whale in with stomps before M.D.K and Page hold Tolley in place and Starchylde hits a backflip double footed stomp onto the shoulder of the rookie who howls in agony. Page and Alyce return to the apron as the referee assumes control once again as the King of the WGWF drags JT up again and over to the corner where he tags CCP back in and they hit a double-double underhook DDT before M.D.K steps out onto the apron.
Diamond: “This ring has been cut in half by the Royal Family and Jon Tolly needs a tag and fast...”
Page drags Tolly up by the arm and hits an arm-breaker and locks in a hyper-extended arm-bar. HHH slaps the turnbuckle to boost Tolly’s confidence and Tolly starts to rally and battles his way to one knee when Page reaches out and tags Starchylde back in where she takes over control of the damaged limb and adds sick elbows for good measure. She whips Tolley into the turnbuckle and somersaults towards him for a somersault hurricanrana but as she gets her legs around his head, Tolly hits a powerbomb on Starchylde out of nowhere!
Diamond: “Powerbomb on the Queen! With one arm! Such resilience from the rookie!”
Baxter: “TREASON! TREASON!”
Hawaiian Hardhead slams the turnbuckle in frustration and the crowd join in to encourage Tolly who drags himself across the ring with one arm. Harhead holds out his arm while Xmyles looks disinterested with his eyes fixed on Page who - along with M.D.K urges Starchylde to get up. She stirs and makes her way over to the corner and being slightly fresher, quickly draws close to tagging in one of her partners, but the roar from the crowd rises up as Tolly makes one last lunge and tags HHH into the match!
Diamond: “Tag on HHH! Business just picked up!”
Hardhead charges forwards and meets M.D.K who tries to cut him off only to be levelled with a shoulder tackle from the 300+ pounder! Page is next to charge the Pacific islander and is met with a big back body drop for his efforts. Starchylde is up and is met with a belly to belly suplex but is then cut off from his momentum from clubbing blows to the back of the head courtesy of M.D.K! HHH staggers forwards and M.D.K backs into the ropes and swaggers forwards only to be speared out of his skin to the delight of the crowd!
Diamond: “Spear! Spear on the King!”
M.D.K clutches at his ribs and rolls out of the ring as CCP hits a bulldog onto Hardhead and drives him into the canvas face first! The crowd boo as Page puts the boots into Hardhead but Page’s smile is wiped from his face as Xmyles is back in and hits a spinning double wheel kick onto Page and stomps away at him in the corner with venom in his eyes but is cut off by being spun on the spot and dropped with a...
Baxter: “UNICORN STAMPEDE ON GX!”
Xmyles slumps to the mat as Page climbs to his feet and drags his foe to his feet before launching forwards with a lariat and both men tumble over the top rope where M.D.K is just getting to his feet and helps Page hit a double whip on GX into the ring apron followed by a double shoulder tackle into the midsection! Xmyles battles back against both men but the numbers are too great and Grimoire slumps to one knee as he advances forwards. Suddenly, all three men look up with eyes wide open as Jon Tolly is back to his feet and launches himself over the top rope and onto all three men below!
Diamond: “Tope Suicida! Jon Tolly just used his own body as a god damned weapon!”
Baxter: “Everyone is down!”
All four men are laid out on the outside as Starchylde climbs to her feet and looks at the devastation below and calls out to ‘Danny’. He eyes open in fear as she backs into the hulking frame of The Hawaiian Hardhead. She turns around and goes to slap him but HHH catches the hand and shakes his head. She calls out to M.D.K again and as HHH looks down at him, Starchylde catches him with a boot to the knee and HHH staggers and she leaps up for another Unicorn Stampede but Hardhead catches her and hauls her onto his shoulders. While she is in the air, Alyce screams out for M.D.K who is starting to stir along with Page on the outside but HHH has her high in the air now and drives her into the mat with a Jack-hammer!
Diamond: “Hawaiian Hammer! Hawaiian Hammer!”
Hardhead makes the cover as Page desperately climbs into the ring!
1!
M.D.K is up and tries to get into the ring as well.
2!
But both men are too far away to break he cover...
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Masters: “Here are your winners... Grimoire Xmyles, Jon Tolly and Hawaiian... HARDHEAD!”
Diamond: Hardhead just defeated Alyce Starchylde! His streak continues!!
With the match concluded, GX suddenly climbs back up using the ring ropes and motions towards the center of the ring. John Tolly stumbles his way, walking straight into a SHOCK TREATMENT. GX stares at his downed opponent, when he is suddenly spun around by Chris Page. Page goes to punch Xmyles in the face, but GX wags a finger right in his face.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Remember our deal?”
Page hesitates. As much as he’d love to continue beating the crap out of the clown, he somehow shows some restraints. Grimoire laughs right in Page’s face, causing Page to SLAP Xmyles right across the face. Before Xmyles can react, Flash Rotten suddenly steps out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Stop! STOP, I SAY!”
Chris Page and GX glare up to the top of the entrance ramp, putting a temporary ceasefire in place to their conflict in order
FLASH ROTTEN- “Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to inform you that I have submitted the evidence of Adam Barker’s alleged suicide attempt to the relevant authorities. And I can CONFIRM, without question, that Adam Barker was indeed attacked by a perpetrator void of any remorse.”
The fans begin to boo, seemingly towards the anonymous attacker. Chris Page and GX listen on with baited breath in the ring.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Now, I should inform you that my suspicions have not yet been confirmed by the police, so I am not out here to start accusing people of a crime that they did not commit. However, the evidence that I have gathered is about to be handed over to the police. The authorities have informed me that they WILL be able to get an answer to me by the end of tonight!
The fans now erupt into cheers. A look of relief appears on the face of Chris Page, whilst GX has draped himself over the ropes, now looking slightly impatient. Suddenly, before anything else can happen, the Tron suddenly blares white noise and turns to static, before cutting to a truly harrowing scene.
The blue klaxons of a police vehicle flash intermittently in the parking lot. The doors of the police cruiser are wide open, but on the ground lay two police officers, motionless and unconscious. Mere feet away from them are the crumpled bodies of The Dancing Dudes. As the camera pans across even further, the disturbingly bloodied body of Flash Rotten’s assistant lays face first into the concrete. Panning even further away… a smouldering pile of paper can be seen in a metal waste paper bin, embers dance in the breeze.
Flash Rotten, Chris Page and Grimoire Xmyles look on from the ring; their quest to find Adam Barker’s attacker has suddenly hit a roadblock.
The cameras cut from a confused and disappointed expression on each of the men’s faces to a commercial.
WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
VACANT
THE MONSTER SILENCE versus “THE REAL AMERICAN” TERRY BORDEN
Masters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!
The crowd breaks out into loud boo’s
Masters: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… He is “THE MONSTER” SILENCE!!
The Monster Silence emerges out to the top of the ramp throwing both his arms up in the air before letting out a primal scream drawing more boo’s from the crowd. The Monster starts to make the walk towards the ring.
Diamond: Four weeks ago Silence showed up on Brawl with a devastating attack on Andy Johnson which sidelined Andy with broken ribs on top of previous injuries at the hands of Chris Page… And now tonight he finds himself with an opportunity to leave as TV Champion… IF he can get past a true legend.
Baxter: When he beats a legendary joke.
Silence reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron before stepping over the top rope and into the ring. He throws both arms up in the air a second time to huge boos from the crowd. Silence starts pacing back and forth as his music fades away.
Masters: His opponent…
Beijing ERUPTS!!
Masters: About to make his way to the ring… He is “THE ICON” TERRY BORDEN!!”
The ovation roars as Terry Borden emerges out to the top of the ramp decked out in his trademark yellow and red attire! Borden starts making his way to the ring not taking his eye of the Monster Silence!! Terry Borden reaches ringside where he makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron before pointing over the top rope at Silence drawing a “YOOOOUUUUU!!!” from the crowd!! Borden steps through the ropes where he tears off the tank top throwing it out to the floor followed by snatching his bandanna off his head.
Diamond: Does Borden look ready for action or what!!
DING… DING… DING…
Immediately the Monster Silence charges towards Borden full ahead of steam only to see Borden side step him and send Silence crashing sternum first into the buckles! The crowd roars as Silence staggers backwards only to be spun around by Borden who rakes him across the eyes before attempting to scoop the Monster up for a Body Slam!!! Silence shifts his weight and falls down on top of Borden stacking Borden’s shoulders to the mat.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THRE….
Borden kicks out to a pop from the crowd! Silence is the first to his feet where he reaches down picking Borden up off the mat before driving him back into a neutral corner where he delivers a series of hard shoulder blocks to Borden’s midsection before bringing Terry out from the corner where he delivers a Side Walk Slam driving Borden down into the mat. Silence makes another cover hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THRE…
Borden escapes the near fall to another ovation from the crowd!!
Diamond: The Monster already has a huge advantage over Borden at this point in this contest to crown a new Television Champion!
Silence reaches his feet where he reaches down picking Borden up off the mat where he takes Borden back into the ropes where he sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Borden bounces off the ropes ducking under a clothesline from Silence! Silence spins around where he walks into a hard right hand from Borden! Borden lands a second right hand followed by a third before Silence swings wildly with a right hand which Borden ducks out of the way before bouncing off the ropes delivering a running clothesline that rocks Silence back several feet yet doesn’t take him down. Borden bounces off the ropes delivering a second clothesline to the chest of Silence knocking him back a few more feet!!
Baxter: The Monster won’t go down!
Borden bounces off the far side a third time only this time he eats a boot to the face from Silence sending Borden crashing down to the mat! Silence now bounces off the ropes dropping a massive elbow across the sternum of Borden! He makes another cover!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THRE….
Borden kicks out to another massive ovation from the crowd!! Silence turns and screams at the referee.
SILENCE- “COUNT FASTER!”
He exclaims while getting back to a vertical base. Silence reaches down picking Borden up off the mat where he drives him back into the corner a second time. This time Silence starts driving reverse elbows into the temple of Borden!! The crowd intently boo’s at Silence with each and every shot landed. Silence fires Borden across the ring into the opposites set of buckles before charging forward Avalanching Borden back into the buckles before Terry crumbles to the mat.
Diamond: Silence has completely and totally out powered Terry Borden since the moment the bell rang.
Silence reaches down picking Borden up off the mat where he scoops him up over his right shoulder!! Silence backs up against a neutral corner before charging out of the corner looking to deliver the running Powerslam! Borden counters a he slides down the back of Silence where he shoves him forward and sternum first into a set of buckles! Terry rolls Silence up with a School Boy!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO….. THRE….
There’s a loud gasp from the crowd as Silence escapes the near fall to a massive gasp from the crowd!! Silence beats Borden to his feet with Borden not far behind where Silence snatches Borden by the throat! Silence looks to Chokeslam Borden through the mat only to have Terry thumb Silence in the eye breaking his grasp to a huge ovation from the crowd!!
Baxter: Doesn’t matter how big you are a thumb to the eye will still blind you.
Borden hammers Silence with a right hand! He lands a second! There’s a third before Borden backs Silence up into the ropes and sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip! Silence bounces off the ropes where Borden throws up a BIG BOOT OF DOOM! Silence catches Borden’s boot to a gasp from the crowd before snatching Borden by the throat!! Silence hoists Borden up in the air before driving him down into the mat with a thunderous Chokeslam!!
Diamond: Silence just silenced the crowd with that Chokeslam!!
Silence reaches down picking Borden up off the mat where he scoops him up over his right shoulder!
Baxter: Borden escaped it once but I don’t think he’s going to escape it again.
Silence lets out another primal scream as he explodes from the corner with a full head of steam and plants Borden into the canvass with the running Powerslam!
Baxter: Silence is about to be crowned Television Champion!
Silence makes the cover hooking the near leg!!
REFEREE: ONE……. TWO…….. THRE…
Borden kicks out and is quickly to both knees as the fans completely erupt!!
Diamond: BORDEN WON’T DIE!!!
Silence is back to his feet where he has a look of shock on his face as Terry Borden is seemingly breathing fire as he looks directly up into the Monster’s eyes. Silence comes forward with a right hand to Borden which brings Terry to one knee! Silence decks Borden with another right hand which has no effect! Borden stands to a vertical base where he AMERICANS up all around Silence!! The crowd is on fire for Borden as he makes a complete circle around The Monster before we see Silence land another right hand which draws the right index finger of Borden to a massive “YOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!” from the crowd!! Borden shakes his finger at Silence causing the Monster to come forward with another right hand! Borden blocks! He nails the Monster with three hard right hands backing him up against the ropes!
Baxter: I don’t believe it!!
Borden sends Silence across the ring with an Irish Whip! Silence bounces off the ropes and into the BIG BOOT OF DOOM!! Silence staggers but doesn’t fall! The crowd roars as Borden motions for a Body Slam! Borden comes forward where he scoops Silence up and Body Slams Silence which pops the crowd the loudest of the night!! Borden bounces off the ropes where he drops the ATOMIC LEG DROP OF DEATH!! Terry Borden makes a cover on Silence hooking the near leg!!
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THRE….
Silence power kicks out to a massive gasp from the crowd!! Borden quickly gets to his feet where he bounces off the ropes a second time looking for a second Atomic Leg Drop of Death! Silence rolls out of the way sending Borden crashing down to the mat! Silence gets back to a vertical base where he reaches down picking Borden up off the mat. He scoops Borden up over his shoulder where he delivers a second running Powerslam!! Silence isn’t finished! He gets back to his feet where he picks Borden up and scoops him up over his shoulder a second time! Silence runs out Powerslamming Borden into the mat again!! Silence makes the cover hooking the near leg.
REFEREE: ONE….. TWO….. THREE!!!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
Masters: The winner of this contest… and the new WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPION, SILENCE!!
The crowd is in complete shock as Silence reaches his feet and is handed the TV Title from the referee! He hoists it in the air to massively loud boos from the crowd….
Beijing erupts!!!
Diamond: Wait… it can’t be….
The ovation grows louder as ANDY JOHNSON- PAGE emerges from the crowd with a Steel Chair in hand! He slides into the ring behind Silence whacking him across the back with a chair shot!! Silence turns around and as Andy swings with a second chair shot the Monster punches the chair out of his hand! Andy charges forward only to be scooped up by Silence and Powerslammed down into the mat to massively loud boos from the crowd!
Baxter: Johnson just got splattered again by Silence!
Silence looks intently down at Andy before reaching down snatching him up by the hair. He scoops him up over his shoulder driving Andy down into the canvass with a second Running Powerslam!! Silence picks up his TV Title before planting his boot on the chest of Andy Johnson to massive boos. The scene cuts backstage.
TROUBLE IN PARADISE:
Backstage and M.D.K is sat on his throne with his arms on his knees and his head bowed. He is all alone as he is still un-showered from the earlier match and looks to be in deep thought as the door swings open and Alyce storms in.
Alyce: “We fucking lost! We fucking lost and where were you? I called out for you and you were taking a nap!”
M.D.K sighs deeply but says nothing. Alyce slams the door behind her and stands in front of her king.
Alyce: “I needed you and you took forty god-damned winks on the outside! We shouldn’t have lost to them and all three of us have to take responsibility but right now I’m pissed and I need to take it out on someone... I think I might go and trip that Make-a-Wish kid they are taking around... That always makes us laugh...”
M.D.K.: “Not now Alyce...”
Alyce: “Danny?”
M.D.K.: “Not. Now. Alyce...”
Alyce: “Aren’t you even the slightest bit annoyed at losing to a rookie, a clown and the stereotypical fat, jolly guy? Don’t you want to unleash some pent up... Tension?”
M.D.K stands up as he sighs again and Alyce frowns at him.
Alyce: “Danny... What’s wrong?”
M.D.K.: “I gotta go...”
He steps out of the locker-room and Alyce looks bewildered and pursues her beau.
WGWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
HANDICAP MATCH
VACANT
THE EXTINCTION and PAUL FROST versus KYLE SHANE and JAMES RAVEN
The arena lights dim into totally darkness, slowly smoke surrounds the stage/ringside area as a vivid blue light shines bright. "Stronger" by Through Fire begins to play as two men both wearing trench coats slowly head down the ramp Paul Frost is not far behind, a few more blue lights illuminate the figures, each man wearing blue contract lenses as they shine white lights in their eyes as they slide into the ring. With Ryan standing tall removing his coat to revile his herculean physique as Kenneth leans over the top rope, whipping his hair back as he sticks his tongue out like a serpent. Frost stands in the middle the ring.
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. There are pockets of people that are irritated and give their negative reaction to the flippy, smarky, self-absorbed Catalyst, but a vast majority of the people know his history and his accomplishments, if not his in-ring prowess. Some even give him a fanning bow as Kyle swaggers down the aisle. 1/2 the way down the aisle, Kyle pivots, holding his arms up to either side of him. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances on the ropes for a moment, points to himself and smirks, holding his arms out, and then he hops down, takes off his longcoat and stretches a few times to get ready.
“
Bleed it Out" by Linkin Park blasts over the PA system and before James Raven can even come out to the ring. The Extinction and Frost jump Kyle Shane. Raven bolts down the ramp, and blasts Ridge and Dusk with a double clothesline. Raven continues off the ropes and hits Paul Frost with a spinning neck breaker!!
Diamond: This match has started out with a bang!
Baxter: And a thud too!!!
Dusk rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring as Raven and Kyle exchange stomps on Paul Frost. Dusk slides into the ring with the chair. He takes a swing… Miss! Raven boots him in the stomach and throws him over the top rope again. Ridge charges at Raven who ducks and back body drops Ridge over the top rope and onto his Extinction partner! Kyle Shane grabs the chair and bends it over the skull of Paul Frost, much to the delight of the crowd! Frost is bleeding like a stuck pig!! Raven pulls Frost up to his feet and tosses him in the general direction of Kyle Shane who plants him with another sickening chair shot!!
Diamond: Is this even legal??!
Baxter: The bell hasn’t even rang yet so I’m saying the match hasn’t even started yet. Get a referee out here to start this shit!!
Dusk and Ridge both slide into the ring, they both go for a clothesline on their opponents who wisely duck underneath the poor attempt and then dropkick them out of the ring. Kyle Shane and Raven slide out of the ring following The Extinction but they jump over the guard rail and sprint out of the arena as the crowd boos loudly.
Diamond: They just bolted on Frost!!!!
Baxter: So much for saving their lord and savior!!!
James Raven and Kyle Shane look back into the ring to see Frost trying to pull himself up to his feet. They smirk at each other and slid into the ring. Frost has finally pulled himself to his feet as we hear the bell sound and this match is officially underway!!
Diamond: This is a damn handicap match!!!
Baxter: I’m sure Dusk and Ridge are just getting the car warmed up.
Frost turns to see both James Raven and Kyle Shane standing in the ring. Frost drops to his back and tries to escape up the ramp but Kyle Shane dives and stops him. Raven grabs one foot and Shane grabs the other and they start to drag Frost back to the ring as he leaves a trail of his own blood half way down the ramp. Shane and Raven pick up Frost and bounce his head off the apron a few times before tosses him into the ring. Shane takes the corner as Raven slides into the ring.
Baxter: This is not fair!
Diamond: Frost is getting some of his own medicine! He’s outnumbered!!
Raven lets Frost struggle to his feet again. Frost balls up his fist and charges at Raven, but Raven catches him with a stinging jab that has him stumble into the corner where Kyle Shane is. Raven tags him in and Shane hops over the ropes and starts throwing wild punching combinations at Frost who is doing his best to cover up in the corner. Frost cowers in the corner and Shane’s punches have now turned into full out mud hole stomps on his chest and head. Raven tags back in pulling Frost to the middle of the ring and throwing on a sharpshooter in the middle of the ring much to the delight of the crowd. Just as Frost is about to tap, Raven lets go of the hold and struts over to Kyle Shane and tags him in. Shane hops up to the top rope and leaps off with a beautiful frog splash that lands square. He hooks the leg!
1…
2…
Shane pulls up Frost and the crowd goes wild!
Baxter: This is just cruel punishment now!
Diamond: And there’s nobody out there who deserves it more than G.O.D himself!!!
Shane pulls Frost up to his feet. Shane lets go of Frost and Frost crumbles back down to the mat. Shane tags in Raven. Raven slowly pulls Frost up to his feet…. FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN!!!
Raven hooks the leg!!
1…
2…
Raven gets up and the crowd explodes once more. He tags in Kyle Shane! Shane pulls up Frost one last time as Frost is begging for him to stop!
PIECES OF EDEN!!!!!
Kyle Shane covers.
1…
2…
3…
Baxter: NEW CHAMPIONS! RAVEN AND SHANE HAS SLAUGHTERED G.O.D
As Kyle and Raven celebrate their win, the arena goes black. A red light appears in the middle of the ring, making the Anarchy symbol. The lights come up and Brother Maylock is in the ring. He has Kyle up, prepared for a choke slam. Kyle kicks forward and his foot meets Maylock's midsection, doubling the big man in half. Shane is on his feet now and hooks up Maylock for a DDT.
Raven steps forward and then turns around and nails an attacking Lunacy in the face. The crowd cheers as Raven peppers the leader of Anarchy with rights and lefts.
Shane hits the DDT on Maylock! He stands up...AND EATS A SUPERKICK FROM JACKDAW!
BAXTER: Anarchy beginning to make their presence felt against one of the premiere tag teams in the WGWF.
DIAMOND: It looks to me like Raven and Shane are holding their own.
Raven spears Jackdaw! Jackdaw hits the mat and he stands up just in time to catch a slingblade from Lunacy! Maylock is back up and he bodyslams Shane to the canvas! He follows up with a big boot to the rising Raven!
And then a masked caped figure leaps into the ring!
BAXTER: It's the Royal Assassin!
DIAMOND: This isn't looking good!
The Assassin lands on the ropes and springboards into a forearm smashing Raven in the face. He turns and levels a superkick at a rising Kyle Shane who catches a superkick on either side of his head, one from the Jackdaw and one from the Assassin.
DIAMOND: To their credit, Raven and Shane started off well, but the numbers game was just too much.
Lunacy drapes Kyle Shane over the top rope. Maylock and Jackdaw take turns stomping on Raven. The Assassin jumps up on the apron and hits a stunner! Shane flips over the top rope, smashing head first into the ring apron on the way to the floor! Maylock drapes Raven over the top rope...and the Assassin hits another stunner, flipping James Raven over the top rope and smashing him head first into the ring apron. Maylock and Jackdaw grab steel chairs and begin to slam them into the skulls of Raven and Shane. The assassin stands on the ring apron as Lunacy grabs his hood. Lunacy pulls off the hood and cape to reveal the face of...
SETH STEVENS!
BAXTER: And another piece of the Anarchy puzzle is in place! Seth Stevens has returned to the fold!
Lunacy hugs Stevens and then all four men high five. The arena goes dark once more...suddenly there is a fire on the top rope and when the lights come up, the top rope is ablaze and Anarchy is nowhere to be seen. Raven and Shane lie in pools of blood at ringside as paramedics come to the ringside and begin to load them on stretchers.
THE BARKER FILES: SETBACK
Flash Rotten is stood in the entranceway of his office. He is completely irate at this point. What was once a well sorted and organized office has now been completely wrecked, as if somebody has ransacked the place. A computer monitor has been smashed, drawers ripped out and emptied from their desks, papers strewn everywhere covering nearly every bit of floor space. Chris Page appears behind Flash.
CHRIS PAGE- “What the hell happened here?”
FLASH ROTTEN- “I went straight to the parking lot to check on my assistant and The Dancing Dudes. When the paramedics arrived, I came here to gather the back-up copies of the evidence I had made on my laptop. But it looks like our mystery attacker got here first. They’re clever. They know EXACTLY what they’re doing.
CHRIS PAGE- “Well, if there was ever any doubt that Adam Barker didn’t try to kill himself… himself, then this is it.”
FLASH ROTTEN- “Where is Grimoire? I thought you said he was actually going to help us with this.”
CHRIS PAGE- “Who knows what that moron is doing. He’s probably gone back into his little corner. The further away he is from me, the better.”
FLASH ROTTEN- “If he is serious about helping us, I want him here in front of me.”
CHRIS PAGE- “I don’t exactly have a contact number for him. I can’t just call him and get him to show up.”
Flash Rotten’s face suddenly brightens up.
CHRIS PAGE- “What?”
FLASH ROTTEN- “Chris, meet me in the ring shortly. I have an idea. See if you can find GX first, but if not, it is no great issue…”
CHRIS PAGE- “You have a plan?”
Flash grins knowingly. Chris nods in acknowledge. He heads off down the corridor as Flash withdraws a cellphone from his pocket. Depressing some numbers, he lifts it to his ear.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Come on… pick up.”
He looks pensive for a moment, but then his face lights up as a torrent of shouts can be heard from the receiver. Flash is surprised from the volume of the speaker momentarily.
FLASH ROTTEN- “I know that I’m the last person in the world you want to talk to right now, but the WGWF has a problem that only YOU can solve for us. The livelihoods of each and every one of your friends are on the line here. I implore you. Will you help us?”
There is a moment of silence.
Within moment, Flash is smiling.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Very well. I will make the arrangements. We will ‘see’ you soon…”
Without another word, Flash puts his phone back into his pocket and races off down the corridor.
Cuts to the loading dock of the building.
TROUBLE IN PARADISE:
Alyce rounds a corner towards the parking lot where M.D.K's car can be seen driving away into the night. She places her hands on her hips and looks concerned.
WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP
60 MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH
CHRIS DORLING versus CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY ©
DING! DING! DING!
Diamond: 60 Minute Iron Man Match!
Baxter: After all the hype, Dorling is ready to take his rightful place atop the wrestling world.
Diamond: He's got a long way to go before he can make such a claim.
With the roar of Beijing, and personal history surging both competitors forward, Dorling and Connolly take center ring and begin unloading strikes on one another. Dorling lands the first right hand. Connolly comes back with a right of his own. Dorling lands a second one and tries following up with a kick, but Connolly snaps a right through and connects on a spin kick. Dorling moves forward and lands a European uppercut. Connolly gets an elbow on Dorling's chin and then tries for a knee to the sternum, but Dorling shoves his head into his sternum and flips him over with a fireman's carry.
Baxter: They are getting down and dirty here in the early going.
Diamond: It's a brawler's paradise. Dorling has the advantage in terms of skill set, but Connolly can hit harder than almost anybody.
Before Dorling can advance whatever offensive initiative he's got, Connolly pushes his legs up and tries to flip Dorling to his left for a triangle choke. The King of Vegas ducks, spins around, and headbutts Connolly while both are on their knees. The Suntan Superman backs up while Dorling moves forward, striking him again with another headbutt.
Baxter: Dorling showing us that using your head in wrestling can be a good thing.
Diamond: He needs to stay sharp and keep his focus. One mistake against Connolly and he knows what's coming.
Connolly isn't a fan of being smashed in the head by someone as bull headed as Dorling. Not to mention the whole he's got a pretty hard skull and is using it to ram him in the head aspect. Connolly waits for Dorling to come in with a third headbutt, and meets him with an elbow to the jaw. Dorling kneels up and lands a European uppercut. Connolly counters with an open handed palm strike and uppercut of his own.
Diamond: Both want to establish a strong foundation and try to dictate the early momentum.
Baxter: They should just give up and let the other run out of gas. They got sixty minutes.
Diamond: If they don't attack, they might never get the chance to.
Dorling pushes back off his legs, getting out of Connolly's reach. When Connolly tries to get up, Dorling rushes ahead and hits him with a clothesline, putting him back down. He follows up with an elbow drop and tries to mount him, perhaps to keep his speed at bay, or to pound him with some more fisticuffs and lighthearted verbal gestures. The Suntan Superman keeps his knees up, preventing him from getting that dominant position. After four tries, Dorling decides to go a different route and drops an elbow across his chin, disorienting him enough to land a second elbow. Dorling drops his arms over him and goes for the first cover.
Baxter: Oh yeah, ball game!
ON-
But doesn't get a one count. Connolly turns on his right side.
Diamond: That was an insulting cover. Dorling knew he wasn't going to get a victory a minute in.
Baxter: Can you say that for sure, Diamond?
Dorling goes around to his head and picks him up. Connolly breaks the arm grip and pulls Dorling down into a jawbreaker, seamlessly transitioning through into a monkey flip that puts his lower body in between the middle and second rope. Dorling spins around, but Connolly is a pinch too fast and catches him with a dropkick to the face, sending him down to the floor.
Diamond: Dorling has not had much success on the floor tonight.
Baxter: WATCH OUT DUDE!
Dorling jumps to his feet, but again he's a bit too slow on the draw and Connolly is able to get the jump by leaping over the top rope and landing a somersault plancha. Dorling drops to his back while Connolly leaps up on the barricade, backflips over, and lands a dropkick to the sternum of The King of Vegas.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Connolly leans down and picks Dorling up before giving him a shove back into the barricade. He winds up and gives a stinging knife edge chop.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Baxter: I hate when people do this.
Diamond: Only because it's happening to your boy.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Dorling violently pushes Connolly away, but The Suntan Superman is too determined to let his opponent get away and charges in with a third chop.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Baxter: He needs lung power to spread his message! STOP THIS ASSAULT AT ONCE!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Before Connolly can get his fifth chop off, Dorling decides to be aggressive and lifts him up. He runs over toward the steel post and slams him between his 205 pounds and the steel. He then discards him over his left shoulder and listens to him THLUMP against the mats.
Baxter: Now that my friends is a prime example of how not to give a fuck.
Diamond: Dorling felt enough pain from those chops that he decided he'd be better off taking a chance.
Baxter: He just got tired. He said "OK, I'll give him until five, and then I'm just gonna slam a bitch."
Dorling spins around and takes hold of Connolly's head, pulling him up to a kneeling position and shifting him sideways into the steel stairs. He keeps hold of the head and slams him a second time. Connolly tries to grab hold of the apron, but Dorling shows his speed by swatting the hand away and then throwing him again. Dorling then grabs Connolly under both arms and pushes him up into the air.
Baxter: He's about to rid the world of this bi-
Diamond: Connolly counters!
Connolly taps Dorling twice under the chin and gets his feet on the apron. Before he can realize what happened, he gets hold of his head and swings around for a tornado DDT on the ringside mats.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: OK, Dorling, I think you are being a little too lenient with this. Now it's time to dominate and bring this home.
Diamond: I really doubt he's doing that.
Baxter: So what's he doing then?
Diamond: Taking an ass kicking.
Connolly does a quick check of his back to make sure everything is still in its proper place before turning over and getting hold of Dorling. He takes him up to a standing position and forearms him. A knee to the lower abdomen leads into a sitout facebuster.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: HEY! HE NEEDS THAT FACE FOR BILLBOARDS! THE BIGGER PICTURE! THE BIGGER FUCKING PICTURE!
Connolly isn't one to wait around, and it's not like Dorling is going to lie around and give him the opportunity. Right after impact, he's already trying to move so he's got to be quick to keep the action moving. He takes hold of him by the head and finally brings the match back inside the squared circle. Well, he brings Dorling inside anyway. He opts to go up top and crouch down. A quick second passes before he leaps off the turnbuckle and connects with a dropkick on the side of Dorling's head. He turns onto his back and The Suntan Superman goes for his first cover.
ONE
T-
Baxter: Got a long way to go before you can even think of getting him down for the full two.
Diamond: Connolly has taken the early part of this match and has got a focal point, probably the worst one to have if you are Dorling.
Baxter: When isn't it bad for someone to kick you in the face?
Connolly grabs hold of Dorling's neck and pulls him from the canvas. He lands a knee to the side of his head and then connects with a spinning back fist. Dorling retaliates with a thumb to the eye and a DDT.
Baxter: Man just shrugged off a Connolly punch. It's like he's superhuman.
Diamond: He's got an incredible knack for taking punishment, but Connolly implemented the right strategy there.
Dorling sits up and looks over at Connolly, who is trying to match Dorling's position. The King of Vegas spins around and pushes off his right hand. He moves over and applies a front face lock. Connolly tries to spin out, but Dorling rolls with him, and tugs on the neck, getting him to move up and spin around into a hangman's neckbreaker.
Baxter: You can expect a lot of those unless you want to quit now, Connolly.
Dorling spins around and brings Connolly right back up, kneeing him in the head and then spinning him around again, snapping him down in another neckbreaker.
Baxter: What'd I say?
Diamond: He's using it to his advantage, but again, he's got a long way to go.
Baxter: He can hold him here all night.
Another turn and Dorling has Connolly up high in a vertical suplex. When Dorling goes to drop Connolly down with another neckbreaker, Connolly spews mist into his face and makes him drop him.
Baxter: CHEAT! CHEAT! CHEAT!
With Dorling blinded, Connolly goes on the attack, springboarding off the middle rope and arching back into a Quebrada. Dorling goes down while Connolly tries for a cover.
ONE
TW-
Connolly rolls with Dorling, and pins him down on his stomach. He tries to roll away, but Connolly grinds his foot into the back of his kneecap and mounts him from the back.
Diamond: Connolly is going to give us a submission, one of the many ones in his arsenal.
Baxter: Good luck getting Dorling to tap.
Diamond: He's flailing around like he doesn't want to be in it.
Baxter: The man has a ridiculous threshold.
Connolly gets both feet into the kneecaps and pins the arms well enough to arch over and secure the cattle mutilation.
TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
Baxter: He's not going to do it.
Diamond: Everything has to happen once.
Baxter: It would be like if you put me in a submission about five minutes into a match.
Diamond: Assuming you didn't need to be stretchered out a few minutes earlier.
Dorling tries to roll away, but Connolly gets her feet planted and prevents The King of Vegas from immediate escape. He doesn't give him the satisfaction of hearing him scream, because he doesn't need Connolly getting anymore encouragement from anywhere. Giles drops down and asks Dorling if he wants to give it up. He gives the referee an incredulous look.
Baxter: You might as well just ask Charlie Sheen if he doesn't want to put a porn star in the closet.
Diamond: Are you on his payroll?
Baxter: I could be, all of us need a second job in this economy.
Connolly cranks on the hold, but Dorling still doesn't scream. He's trying to move back and get his feet on the ropes. He's closer to the center of the ring rather than the ropes though. Connolly pulls on the arms and tries to get a submission by extending his feet further. Dorling gives his first verbal indication of opinion.
"Where's your heart, worm? I expected some semblance of pain out of this."
Connolly rolls his eyes and releases the hold, letting him go, but not giving him an advantage. He lifts him up and spins around, blasting him in the face with a uranage. Dorling's legs about go out from underneath him. Connolly lands a pair of forearms before shooting Dorling into the ropes and following in, putting a knee under his chin and getting behind him. He gets his legs underneath his arms and slides his arms down to grab hold of his legs.
Diamond: Connolly is brandishing a submission game here against Dorling.
Baxter: And it's going to be a giant pile of nothing.
Diamond: He's got that tarantula locked in!
While Dorling isn't screaming out in pain, his face is straining hard enough to indicate he probably would if he didn't have such a giant ego. Connolly gets all of his grips in and pulls on the hold. Since it is an early stage of the match, and Giles doesn't want to stare at this all night, he comes in and demands the break.
Diamond: Really? That's a surprise.
Baxter: The man is following the rules, Diamond. He's gotta call it like he sees it.
"Break it Connolly! One! Two! Three! Four!"
Connolly lets Dorling go and puts his hands on the apron, awkwardly cartwheeling down to the floor. He hops back on the apron and springboards to the top, leaping over Dorling, and catching him with a kick to the top of the head. He runs off the ropes and comes back, in the air when Dorling lifts his head up.
Diamond: Dropk-
Baxter: Bye, bye, birdy!
Dorling sidesteps and gives him a helpful nudge through the ropes onto the floor. Connolly turns around, anxious to get back in, but Dorling stops him with a knee to the head. He pulls him into the center of the ring and drops him in a DDT. A quick spin and cover.
ONE
TW-
Diamond: Connolly with a kickout.
Baxter: Only a matter of time before he drops, everybody knows it.
Diamond: I doubt he does.
Baxter: Give me his cell. I'll text it to him, U R DED, lulz, PB.
Dorling moves around and pulls Connolly to a standing position, elbowing him on top of the head, and then grabbing him by the waist. He flips him over in a gutwrench suplex, making sure to keep himself close so he can't spring one of his wild kick attacks.
Baxter: This is real wrestling right here.
Diamond: As opposed to what?
Baxter: That submission crap. Who wants to be bored when you can just slam someone down viciously?
Diamond: … Well, Dorling isn't a frills kind of competitor, even so far as submissions go. He hits, hurts, and then goes for the next hit.
Dorling keeps to Diamond's words, lifting Connolly up and hitting him with a knee and turning himself around to land an Ace Crusher. He goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
Connolly shoves away. Dorling yanks him by the head and places his left arm under his chin while keeping his right available to utilize for elbows.
Diamond: This is what pain feels like, Connolly.
Baxter: I think he'd believe you.
Diamond: Always helps to have an example.
Dorling keeps his arm snaked around the neck and pulls Connolly to a standing position, lifting him off the canvas for an atomic drop. He transitions that into a brief cobra clutch. Connolly tries to break the hold, but is flipped over onto his neck with a suplex.
Baxter: And that's why Dorling is going to win. He's not going to let him out of his sight, and if he tries to get away, he's going to revert back to his bread and butter of dropping him on his damn head.
Diamond: Dorling has come here with a well thought game plan, but even he has to know its going to take more than just head and neck moves to put Connolly down.
Dorling pulls Connolly away from the ropes and goes for a cover.
ONE
TWO
T-
Connolly gets a foot on the rope. Dorling moves to his feet and grabs Connolly by the hair.
SUPER-MAN! SUPER-MAN! SUPER-MAN! SUPER-MAN! SUPER-MAN!
Dorling grabs both of Connolly's arms and drives a knee into his back. He looks to turn around, and more than likely land another neckbreaker, but Connolly's impeccable timing, plus the fact Dorling is a man, prevents him from executing whatever he intended.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Connolly leaps backward and catches Dorling just above the right eye with a Pele kick. The King of Vegas is halfway in and out of the ring when Connolly turns around.
Diamond: This is what Dorling didn't want to get himself into. Connolly has got some of the deadliest strikes and now Dorling is prone to just about all of them.
Connolly takes hold of the top rope and swings over, dropping a leg across his sternum. Dorling slides off the apron and down to the floor while Connolly rolls under the bottom rope. Connolly backs up and then changes direction, moving over to a turnbuckle and crouching down.
Diamond: He's got something in mind here.
Baxter: Probably going to try and see how he can kick him in the balls while leaping out of the ring.
Dorling stumbles over near the steps, which prompts Connolly to explode from the corner and dive through the ropes, grabbing hold of the ring post. Connolly swings his body completely around and clocks Dorling in the head with a kick to the face. Dorling flips over backward and ends up on the other side of the aisle.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: … Ouch.
Diamond: I think that's putting it lightly.
Baxter: Alright, Dorling better stop playing games now.
Diamond: If he doesn't get up soon, he might not have the chance.
Baxter: He's always got a chance, Diamond.
Connolly hops over the ropes and drops down to the floor, grabbing Dorling and pulling him up. He gives him a sturdy whip into the steps, letting him deal with the problem of having the ring steps in his way.
Diamond: That'll damage the shins.
Connolly rolls Dorling under the bottom rope and climbs up top behind him, measuring him. He leaps into the air and drives both of his knees into his neck, pressing down, and driving him into the canvas.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: OK, he needs to stop screwing around.
Dorling's ego gets him up quickly, but he's not exactly with it. He swings wildly at air while Connolly stands behind him.
Baxter: HE NEED TO STOP FUCKING AROUND!
Diamond: Connolly is going for it! Dorling has no idea what's going to happen when he turns around!
Baxter: HE'S GOING FOR THE FINISHER, DORLING!
Dorling could advance to the finals on any dancing show with the number he's doing right now. Someone get him a vocalist and a pyro show.
Baxter: DON'T TURN AROUND!
Unfortunately for Baxter, Dorling is more likely to turn around when someone tells him not to, just for the sheer curiosity. Connolly twists around his head, and drives him down, and hits the Crowning Glory.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Diamond: He got it! Crowning Glory!
Baxter: Give me a witchcraft book. I think I can find a spell that'll let him kick out!
Diamond: Connolly is going up one to nothing, COVER!
ONE
TWO
THREE-
It truly is the case of a half second pause feeling like an eternity. Baxter's heart stops beating momentarily, although that can probably be chalked up to eating too many cheeseburgers. Diamond is preparing his majestic end of match sentence. Masters clutches the microphone in hand. About 40 percent of the crowd rises up to celebrate. The only one who keeps a steady focus is Tommy Giles, who turns to the time keeper and shouts TWO.
Diamond: Dorling kicked out of The Crowning Glory!
Baxter: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Diamond: That move has put down so many -
Baxter: But it can't put down destiny baby!
Connolly appears a bit shocked, but not enough to be overwhelmed. He knows he's got Dorling where he needs him and is only a hairpin away from getting the first victory.
Baxter: That's got to do wonders for Dorling's confidence, kicking out like that.
Diamond: Or just lessen the amount of borrowed time he's on. Connolly's not going to let up, and he's come this far.
Baxter: That's what all the losers say moments before they lose.
Connolly gets an idea in his head and goes to the opposite side of the ring, waiting on Dorling to get up to his feet. The King of Vegas coughs a wad of blood on the canvas and puts his hand down, looking to push off and get up for one last run. Connolly waits patiently, prepping his right foot.
Diamond: I think he's going for that Good Times, Painful Memories to the head. This is one of the most vicious kicks in the business, Baxter.
Baxter: Dorling's taken his kicks all night and not succumbed. He's just making him feel as if he's got a chance, just like he did at Wrestle Wars.
Diamond: I'm not getting wound back in that conversation again.
Dorling rolls to his side and gets on all fours, looking at the blood coming down all sides of his face and coagulating on his already mangled nose. Before Dorling can assert where he's at, Connolly bolts out of the corner. He gets to the necessary position to extend his foot forward and Dorling takes a peek over in his direction. He sees only one foot and suspects the worst, so he does the only logical thing in his arsenal.
He kneels his body up and lets Connolly whiff, slipping on the blood that formed underneath his body. The slip is long enough for Dorling to get from his kneeling position and throw everything he has with his left foot, drilling Connolly right in the jaw.
Baxter: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Diamond: DORbreaker! DORLING HIT HIS FINISHER!
Baxter: [singing] Turn out the lightsssssssssss, the partysssssssssss over.
Dorling crawls over and almost leaps to get an arm across the chest.
ONE
TWO
THREE-
Vocal supporters in the crowd have been trying to give Connolly the shot of adrenaline needed to kick out and keep the match going. Turns out trying does something once in a while. Tommy Giles again holds up two fingers, almost sending Dorling in disbelief.
Baxter spews his coffee all over the desk and jumps up to protest, seeing along the same lines as Dorling.
Diamond: CONNOLLY KICKED OUT OF THE DORbreaker!
Baxter: WHAT THE FUCK?
Diamond: He kicked out! Oh wow!
Baxter: No! This is not supposed to happen! THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!
Diamond: He's got just as much right to fight for this as Dorling does.
Dorling lets out a loud sigh, wipes blood off his face, and takes a long look at Connolly. He definitely wasn't expecting him to kick out of The DORbreaker, let alone fight to get back up like he's doing right now. Dorling then shoots a glance over at the crowd.
SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS! SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS! SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS!
Baxter: Oh for God's sake. The last thing we need is a bunch of ignorant and uneducated hacks that can't make up their minds.
Diamond: Now you are just trying to be hateful because you've run out of witty words.
Dorling walks over to The Superman and takes him by the head. He tries resisting at first, but Dorling puts a little more force into his grab and takes him up to a standing position. Connolly moves around like a snake, mostly because he doesn't have much in the way of legs underneath him. He's still reeling from the DORbreaker.
The look on Dorling's face suggests he's about to be reeling from a second one, and not kick out.
Baxter: DORLING'S GOT HIM IN TARGET! CONSIDER YOURSELF BROK -
Diamond: CONNOLLY DUCKS OUT THE WAY!
Baxter: Why does this charade keep going on?
Connolly grabs hold of Dorling's head and drops into a seated position on the canvas, bringing Dorling down with him.
Diamond: What a reversal!
Baxter: Alright, now he's just being an uber bitch.
Diamond: Connolly got himself back in the contest with that one!
Baxter: STOP SHOUTING! WE CAN ALL HEAR YOU!
SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS! SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS! SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS!
Baxter: HOW CAN THEY HEAR ME?
Connolly reaches out and tries to get to the bottom rope. Connolly gets his other hand on the bottom rope and pushes himself back into the corner, straining to elevate himself up. Dorling is clutching the back of his head, but is gearing up for another run. He's almost like a zombie in the way that it's impossible to keep him down.
Diamond: Connolly has got to come back with something fierce if he wants to get on the board. Dorling has taken a ton of abuse and not been taken out.
Baxter: He's not going to be taken out, that's what I've been trying to tell you, you jackass.
When Dorling gets to his knees, Connolly's arms move to the top rope and push away, bringing the rest of his body vertical and moving forward. A head of steam leads Connolly to move his foot back and connect on the massive kick to the head, sending Dorling face first to the canvas.
Diamond: GOOD TIMES, PAINFUL MEMORIES! Connolly got the money shot.
Baxter: Oh no.
Diamond: Connolly has got Dorling down. He's got to go for it now!
Baxter: I'm just going to stop trying. It's pointless trying to reason with an idiot.
Connolly quickly spins around and lands a standing shooting star press on Dorling's back, before flipping him over and hooking both legs.
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Diamond: KICKOUT!
Giles points down at the shoulder and holds up two fingers, predicting Connolly's reaction before he even delivers it. A loud gasp is heard through the building.
Baxter: What, you expected different?
Diamond: Even your heart jumped a few beats there.
Masters: THIRTY MINUTES ELASPED, THIRTY MINUTES REMAINING!
Diamond: We are halfway through and we're still with neither man gaining a victory.
Connolly slams his hands on the canvas, but doesn't question Giles or look to stall for time by giving a stunned look to the camera. He gets back to work, slowly pulling Dorling up to a standing position and reeling off a forearm. He shoves him against the ropes and waits for him to come back, hooking his arm in a Japanese arm drag. Connolly holds the arm and flips over, putting himself directly in front of him. Dorling tries to release the grip, but Connolly kicks him in the face.
Diamond: That might have rearranged his -
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
In the back of the head.
Diamond: Th-
Baxter: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! COME ON!
In the... well, if Baxter is saying oh, it's not hard to figure out where.
And one more time in the face.
Diamond: There's free plastic surgery for Dorling, and Connolly goes for another cover!
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Baxter: KICKOUT! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Diamond: Another kickout by Dorling! How in the world is he doing this?
Baxter: As I said, I'm not trying to reason with you. We all know how he's doing this. You just have to get your head out from between Connolly's legs to see what the rest of us do.
Giles holds up two fingers, a bit fascinated himself by Dorling's threshold for pain. He's closer than anybody and can hear the velocity administered by Connolly on each kick.
Diamond: Is it worth it to Dorling to have his face permanently rearranged just to win the Intercontinental title.
Baxter: This isn't about the title for Dorling. He's looking to do whatever it takes to prove he's better than Connolly.
Diamond: They are two of the best in the game, and probably always will -
Baxter: Man, you are dumb. People like Dorling, and I guess even Connolly, are always striving to be better than the people who beat them.
Connolly keeps hold of Dorling's head and spins around to a knee, pulling himself up and then taking Dorling around the neck. He kicks him in the sternum, and then turns a slow 180 degrees, keeping a tight grip on Dorling's head. His foot repeatedly hits the canvas, and his body is trying to push away. Connolly drops his upper body a few inches, getting Dorling to shove away.
He turns around faces him, which is what he wanted the entire time.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: … FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Diamond: CROWNING GLORY! HE CAUGHT HIM FLUSH!
Baxter: Uh... Uh...
Diamond: CONNOLLY GOING FOR THE COVER!
Baxter: UH... UH...
ONE
Baxter: OH SHIT.
TWO
Baxter: KICKOUT! KICKOUT!
THREE-
Baxter: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Neither of Dorling's shoulders is up.
But his left foot is barely touching the bottom rope.
"TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Baxter: OHMYGODOHMYGOD!
Diamond: Dorling kicked out of ANOTHER finisher.
Baxter: HE'S THE MAN, BABY!
Diamond: One I can say is a shocker, but two?
Baxter: Destiny. Can't nobody stop the new King.
The vocal supporters of Connolly in the front row are shell-shocked. Connolly looks over at Giles completely flabbergasted. He can live with someone kicking out of one finisher, but two is an anomaly, rarely seen on any night. Giles can only tell him Dorling had his foot on the rope. He ducks his head underneath his arms and then looks over at Dorling, wondering what it could possibly take to put him out.
Diamond: Dorling is trying to move. I'm in disbelief that he can still keep going after two.
Baxter: He can give him that move until the cows come home and not get past a two.
Diamond: I think it's safe to say he is thankful for the ring position.
Baxter: Don't imply luck, that's a disservice to Dorling's vast talents.
Connolly forcefully shuts his eyes and then looks over at Dorling, who is moving around like a turtle on its back, looking for some way to get back into the fight. He shakes his head and moves up to a knee, holding the ropes to make it up to two feet. He reaches down and grabs hold of him. The second finisher was perfectly setup and perfectly executed, but Dorling somehow found a way to get out of it.
Diamond: What more can he have left in the arsenal? I think we've seen everything that we can possibly see.
Baxter: I'm sure he's got a few foreign object moves from his days of rolling with Chris Page.
Dorling is brought up against the ropes. If they weren't in the way, he'd be on his back. Connolly lands another one of his spinning backfists. If nothing else, it displays how wobbly Dorling's legs are. He steps back and delivers a karate style front kick to the abdomen. He turns him around and then puts his arms behind his back while digging his head forward into his spine.
Diamond: If he lands this, there's no way he gets up.
Connolly goes for the violent whip around that would be the end of Dorling's night, if his feet weren't underneath the ropes, making Connolly spin around with nobody to bring down. As soon as Connolly gets up to try and salvage the moment, Dorling lunges forward and takes hold of him, pushing his head down and lifting his leg at the same time. He drops to his left and plants Connolly head first into the canvas.
Baxter: YEAH, BABY! KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO HIM!
Diamond: Dorling crawling over for a cover.
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"FOOT ON THE ROPE!"
Baxter: OH COME ON! HE PUT IT THERE AFTER THREE!
Diamond: That's impossible, Bax.
Dorling spins around, staring down at Connolly with a look of disbelief on his face. Grabbing his head, Dorling takes Connolly and forcefully takes him to a standing position. He backs up a couple of steps before stepping forward and driving his left foot right to the face of Connolly.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Diamond: DORbreaker! THE SECOND ONE OF THE NIGHT!
Baxter: Oh I'm going to get my phone out and document this.
Dorling saunters over and with blood still pouring down his face and cracks another smile before arrogantly covering The Suntan Superman.
ONE
Baxter: DORLING
TWO
Baxter: IS UP
THREE
Baxter: ONE TO NOTHING!
A healthy amount of the crowd jumps up to their feet prepared to cheer Dorling for getting the elusive first victory. Some fans within striking distance have their beer bottles and popcorn bags ready to chuck into the ring.
Except, well, they don't need to. At least not yet.
There wasn't a three.
Dorling, who has for the most part been cool and calm, flips the fuck out and gets in the face of Giles. The same people ready to boo explode in cheer.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: AFHFHDKSFADJDFL;GKLJGLKGJKL;AGDSKL;GJ;LKAFD;LKJFDS;LA;FKDL
Diamond: CONNOLLY KICKED OUT AGAIN! THAT'S THE SECOND ONE HE'S KICKED OUT OF!
Baxter: WHERE IS THE LINE? THAT HAD TO BE THREE! I WANT A DAMN REPLAY!
Dorling shoves Giles back into the corner and starts barking down at him, making the ref hold his head as far back as he can without flipping out of the ring. Dorling starts pointing at him and then poking him in the chest.
Baxter: DO IT! HIT HIM! HIT HIM! HE'S SO CORRUPT HIS LAST NAME OUGHT TO BE NIXON!
Diamond: Christian Connolly lives to fight another day. Each wrestler has kicked out of two finishers.
Baxter: Someone get me a stake and open flame. I'm going to go do this myself.
Diamond: Keep your ass here and call the match.
Baxter: BUT HE SHOULDN'T HAVE KICKED OUT, DUDE!
Dorling stomps at the ropes repeatedly, shaking them to the point where it looks as if they are in the midst of an earthquake. He's now experiencing what Connolly did earlier by having to stretch his mind to wonder what he can do to beat him.
Baxter: Shit, come on, man, stop moping in the corner and get back over there!
Diamond: We're experiencing a classic here at Monday Night Brawl.
Dorling drops down to his knees in the corner and puts his hands on the middle rope before slamming his head into the buckle. Connolly takes a hand and grabs the ropes, scooting over and then pushing away once he gets up to a knee. There's an unbelievable amount of pain going through his body, but he wants this bad enough to endure and rise up again, perhaps for the last time.
Dorling hears a commotion behind him and with vengeful eyes, turns around and sees a weary Connolly standing on the opposite side of the ring, motioning him forward.
Diamond: Here we go, folks. Dorling and Christian Connolly ready to square off once again with the Intercontinental title on the line.
Dorling and Connolly charge toward one another and connect with right hands. Connolly gets ahead of Dorling and throws a second punch before The King of Vegas can counter. Dorling fires his second right hand and throws an upper block to Connolly's third. Dorling lands a forearm and goes to move forward. Connolly shoves back, winds up, and connects on a chop.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Dorling withstands the chop and fires back with one of his own.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Connolly spins around, one arm holding her sternum and the other landing a spinning back fist.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Dorling stumbles, his head tilts to the left, and sends blood onto the apron. He turns back and ducks under a second backfist. A knee finds Connolly's ribs. Connolly lands one of his own and gets one of his hands around Dorling's neck. Dorling fires a shot to the abdomen and then headbutts Connolly. Both wrestlers reel from the impact, that perhaps being the one move Dorling could perform which would hurt himself more than his opponent at this point.
Baxter: COME ON, DORLING! KEEP IT GOING!
With a boxer's precision, Connolly connects on a shot to the chin that almost drops Dorling where he stands. If he was any lesser of a man, he'd hit the deck. But he doesn't, he stands in the pocket and pushes away, landing an uppercut when Connolly comes back in.
Diamond: They are going blow for blow.
Connolly backs up two feet. Dorling charges in, but Connolly lands a pair of elbows that puts him on the defensive.
Diamond: Neither wrestler willing to give an inch.
Baxter: GO FOR THE NECK, DORLING!
Dorling either takes Baxter's advice for once, or was planning to do so, because his arm finds its way around Connolly's neck. He tries pushing him back into a corner, but he plants his legs and resists. They are locked in a standoff, neither one able to gain a big enough advantage to dictate their will. Connolly moves his hand up and around Dorling's neck.
Diamond: They both have choke holds.
Baxter: It's getting down and dirty, and we know who prevails when it gets that way.
Diamond: Do YOU know?
Dorling gets his second hand around Connolly's neck and moves her back a few paces, before Connolly gets his second hand around the throat and spins back. Dorling ends up in the corner with Connolly on the second rope, using the ropes leverage to try and choke Dorling out. He's looking to do the same to him and both are exerting a great amount of energy in trying to accomplish the feat.
Dorling backs himself out of the corner with Connolly still stuck about three feet off the ground, his hands still wringing his throat. Dorling takes a calculated risk and moves his right hand away from his throat and puts a finger in his right eye.
Baxter: YEAH! GOUGE HIS FUCKING EYES OUT!
Diamond: This has gone from dirty to downright sinister!
Connolly reluctantly gives up his position and sinks back to the canvas. Dorling backs his into the corner and leans all of his weight. Both of Connolly's hands fall by the wayside, giving Dorling the opportunity to stick his left thumb in his left eye.
Baxter: He's got him! PUT HIM DOWN!
SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS! SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS! SUPER-MAN! KING-OF-VEGAS!
Baxter: YOU AREN'T HELPING!
Dorling tries to bring Connolly down to her knees, but The Suntan Superman gets a kick of adrenaline and moves his hands up to Dorling's face. He tilts his head and tries to bite his left hand, but Connolly is able to keep away from his bite and get around his mouth up to his left eye. He pokes him and then gets his right hand up.
Diamond: My God, they are both trying to end the match by gouging each others eyes out!
Baxter: This is what the elite do when they get desperate.
Diamond: Even Giles is repelled enough not to try and break this up.
Baxter: Alright, Connolly'll get props here, would you want to try and break those two up seeing what they've done to each other so far?
Connolly gets his foot over the bottom turnbuckle and pushes out, causing Dorling to teeter back and go down to the canvas. Connolly tries to lock his legs and keep him down. Giles drops down to the canvas.
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Baxter: DORLING TURNED IT!
The King of Vegas is on top of Connolly and now putting all the pressure on his eyes. A cover from him.
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THRE-
Connolly manages to use his legs to spin around and get on top of Dorling.
ONE
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THRE-
Dorling turns it around one more time and gets on top of Connolly. He pushes himself higher and tries to get more leverage.
ONE
TWO
THRE-
Connolly monkey flips Dorling over and breaks up the hold. If this were a long wrestling sequence and not complete masochism, there would be a standing ovation. Instead, there's a lot of hesitation from the crowd.
Diamond: That's the first time I've seen two people try and pin each other by gouging at the eyes.
Baxter: I'd venture it will be the last. Someone is probably putting in a rule to prevent that.
Diamond: I don't ever want to see it again. That was scary to watch.
Baxter: I'll agree with you on that one.
Diamond: How couldn't y... Nevermind.
Baxter: Oh come on, I'm not that cruel.
Diamond: You were shouting for Dorling to gouge his eyes out.
Baxter: Heat of the moment.
Diamond: That brings out your true colors.
Baxter: Well... Let's just get back to the match.
Dorling and Connolly are both face first on the canvas, rubbing at their eyes and trying whatever way to relieve the pressure exerted by the other. Connolly tries blinking but feels an incredible urge to keep his eyes shut. He is keeping his eyes forcefully shut while trying to grab at the ropes. Dorling is doing the same on the other side of the ring. He gets a hand on the middle rope. He gets a feel for the ropes and puts both hands up, reaching the top and pulling himself to a standing position.
Baxter: Dorling is the first one to his feet.
Diamond: But how relevant is that going to be?
Dorling is crouched over in the corner. He rapidly blinks his eyes and is able to get a brief visual on Connolly. He moves in a straight line. He cocks a fist and runs forward, knowing if he goes straight ahead that he's going to hit him.
The Suntan Superman turns around and catches him with a kick to the jaw.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Baxter: SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
Diamond: GOOD TIMES, PAINFUL MEMORIES!
Baxter: NO! IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS! AFTER DORLING'S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH!
Diamond: IT'S GOT TO END FOR ONE OF THEM!
Baxter: BUT IT SHOULD END FOR CONNOLLY! CAN YOU HEAR ME, DORLING! GET UP! GET UP!
Connolly is stuck on his back trying to turn onto his side and move over to wrap up the match. Dorling is stuck in the starfish position. The lights are on, but everybody inside evacuated after taking the violent GTPM.
Diamond: All he has to do is get over and get an arm over! Anything!
Baxter: COME ON, DORLING!
He uses his hands to scoot the rest of his dead body over to him. He gets about halfway and has to stop for a breather. When he looks up, Dorling is still sprawled out in the same position. It'd take a bomb going off at close range to wake him up. He grunts and groans over, getting a little support from her legs before pushing himself up to his feet. Christian slowly staggers over to the corner and takes a deep breath.
Mustering everything he has left, he leaps and bounces off the top turnbuckle.. extending, twisting and landing across Dorling.
Diamond: THY KINGDOM COME! THY KINGDOM COME!
Baxter: OHMIGODNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Diamond: COVER!
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Giles looks down at Dorling and then shoots his head over to Masters. The look suggests that he needs to get up and declare a winner.
But, he doesn't.
"TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Baxter's head slams into the desk, absolutely out of breath and unable to show anymore shock. Connolly stares up at Giles with heavy and red eyes, silently asking him how it is possible.
He can't give him an answer.
Diamond: We're going on 45 minutes and I thought they'd run out of gas about 15 minutes ago.
Baxter: Dorling is SUPERHUMAN!
Diamond: He might be. He might be.
Baxter: And Connolly is possessed... Dear God, this might never end.
His head drops down and cradles itself next to Dorling's right leg. His arm is extended over his stomach. His body is tilted slightly. It's likely with what little energy he has left, he is fighting to make sure he doesn't turn completely on his back.
Diamond: What more can they do? How much more can either of them take?
Baxter: I've already lost my mind. I'm getting in your boat now, man. We're witnessing an unbelievable match. One that'll be a symbol of IC title matches.
Diamond: If we ever get an ending.
Baxter: I thought it was over when they were gouging each other to death.
Connolly's hand balls up into a fist and moves off Dorling's stomach. His head lifts slightly off the ground and looks over at Dorling. He's still in the prone position that he left him in. He tries raising that arm up and reaching for his shoulder, attempting to push him on his back and go for another cover.
Diamond: This is the smartest thing he can do. Dorling hasn't moved since the kickout.
Dorling somehow feels the hand on his shoulder and comes out of his stupor. He doesn't raise even half a foot, but it is enough to slight him and get him resting on his right arm.
Baxter: Good instincts right there.
Diamond: I think that was a lucky reaction.
Connolly grits his teeth and lifts his head off his arm, moving away and rolls up to a seated position. He moves his arms up to his head and rubs at his eyes, pushing his body once again to get up. He gets onto his right hand and almost slips, having to use his left hand to catch himself. With a concentrated effort, he backpedals up and grips the top rope, pushing off and getting up to his feet.
Diamond: Connolly is back up. He's got to come up with a sonic boom of a maneuver in order to end this one.
Baxter: He might as well just set him on fire. That might work. MIGHT.
Dorling shows a sign of life by moving his left hand up to wipe his lips. He turns to his left side and coughs up a storm. Connolly moves over and tries to grab hold, but stops midway down and gets himself vertical. He lifts his left foot up and stomps Dorling in the right arm.
Diamond: I think he got a bit dizzy there and couldn't get down to pick him up.
Baxter: If he's dizzy then I can imagine how dizzy he's going to be when he gets up.
Diamond: If he can stand up.
Baxter: He doesn't need to be standing to win the match.
Dorling does his best to shrug off the kick and grips the bottom rope with both hands. He lands a kick to the spine. He winces, and continues up. Christian rifles off another kick. He repeats. He hits another kick just as he gets a hold of the middle rope. Seeing his kicks aren't having much of an affect, he runs far side and comes back, a head full of steam and looks destined to slam his foot into his head.
Diamond: BOOT TO THE HEA-
Dorling shoots to life and lunges forward, spearing Connolly down. Dorling immediately rolls off Connolly and under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet and he springboards onto the top rope and launches himself off, flipping and driving all his weight into Connolly. The impact causes Dorling to bounce off Connolly.
Baxter: TrapDOR! TrapDOR!
Baxter can barely contain his excitement and those lining the stands can barely contain their natural reactions: Whether it be shock, horror, anger, or disbelief. All of them have a reaction. Diamond goes to speak, but whatever words he wants to say don't come out.
For a split second, the fans believes this is the end for their hero. They've been witness to a lot of wrestling spills and falls, and that was one of the most brutal, at least considering what a critical stage both competitors are at. Dorling didn't have to get enough of the turn to outright slam Connolly on his head, which is what he was going for.
Connolly is down and out, both hands are at respective sides and motionless.
Dorling down on his back and is pulling at the rope in a frantic attempt to get over and cover Connolly.
Baxter: GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!
The King of Vegas extends his arm out, perhaps to gauge how far away he is from Connolly. At best, he's got two feet.
Baxter: COME ON! HE'S NOT GETTING UP!
Dorling violently tugs on the ropes. He's now fully aware of Connolly's prone state and is struggling, one arm on the ropes and one arm extended. All he's got to do is get a hand on his leg and hold for three seconds.
Baxter: ALMOST THERE! ONE MORE PULL AND YOU'VE GOT IT!
Dorling gives the pull and gets his arm on Connolly's leg. His other arm comes around and holds him down.
ONE
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THREE
In his head, Dorling knows what three seconds feels like. There isn't a veteran wrestler in the business that doesn't. He ran the count off in his head, releasing Connolly once he believed Giles dropped his hand. His arms unwrapped from his legs, unable to hold him down any longer. If he had to administer any real pressure, he would have passed out before hitting two.
He'll have to make another pin attempt because Giles has two fingers in the air.
Baxter slumps down his chair and Diamond's speechlessness continues.
Dorling tilts his head up and doesn't see anybody cheering him or prepared to throw popcorn bags at his head, so he assumes Connolly somehow kicked out. He lets out a string of inaudible curse words and paws out for the bottom rope, keeping his fingers barely locked on the edge.
Diamond: They've taken THREE finishers from each other. THREE. These aren't amateur finishers either. THREE! It SHOULD be over, but we've still got a match going.
Connolly's eyes open, but he can't tilt his head from the right side. His legs have a shooting pain going up and down. His eyes are still burning and he's about out of breath. However, he's still in the match.
Dorling crawls over to the bottom rope, collapsing once his bicep comes across the top of the rope.
Diamond: What else? What else is there?
Christian blinks a few times and moves his fingers off the canvas. He tries to lift his head but can only stay up for two seconds. He gets his hand on the outside ring apron and pulls, trying to get the rest of his body over and make a valiant push up. He's in better shape than Connolly, but only by a bit.
Christian shuts his eyes and rolls to the right, not having the luxury of using ropes to help him up. He gets on his side and digs his elbow into the canvas.
Diamond: I don't know where they are getting the energy, but they are getting back up again.
Baxter has finally gotten from his crouched position and put his headset back on.
Baxter: The FUCK, man? I've seen some crazy shit before, but this ranks right up there. Each one of them has had it in the bag, or at least would have on most other nights. Fuck, any other night. We had to get their zombie A-Games.
Diamond: We wouldn't expect anything less, but this surpasses expectations.
Baxter: Someone just hand them a pair of swords. I'm guessing they are both experienced enough. First one to stab the other wins.
He gets his left hand on the middle rope and pulls. He slides over toward the turnbuckle so he can have steady support to pull his 205 pound frame up. His left arm moves around the top rope while his right pushes against the turnbuckle.
Diamond: And Dorling is up! Dorling has made it to his feet.
Baxter: Connolly is close.
The Suntan Superman looks over at The King of Vegas and sees him up. He's going to make a move soon so he's got to move and move now. When he sees Dorling move toward him, he thinks it's the sign of an attack and lets out a primal scream to get on his feet. In actuality, Dorling stumbled over his own feet and moved closer to center ring.
Both wrestlers end up smashing into one another and use each other for leverage.
Baxter: Someone just hit a damn move! Pull the plug on this!
Connolly is leaning into Dorling's left shoulder while Dorling is leaning into his right. If he dropped, he'd drop with him. He moves his arm up and tries to get a fist into his ribs, but Dorling shoves away. Connolly jumps into the air and tries to lock his knees into his chest.
Baxter: HE SHOVED HIM OFF!
Connolly goes back into the ropes. Dorling charges ahead and looks for a home run lariat. Connolly ducks, either because of exhaustion or because he's still got a wit in his brain. Dorling comes back off the end. Connolly comes back and tries to get his knees into the chest again. Dorling somehow catches him and tries shoving him into the ropes, but Connolly locks his arms around the neck. Dorling swings around, getting his foot caught up under the bottom rope. It's not exactly what he wanted to have happen, but it got Connolly off him without dropping him with the DORbreaker.
Diamond: Both know what they want to do but they don't have any energy left.
Baxter: They've got to find it at some point... right?
Connolly runs off to the far side and comes in, looking for a GTPM. Dorling sidesteps, letting him roll thru. Connolly backpedals. Dorling moves forward and lifts him up. Connolly holds on and spins Dorling around, coming down behind him. He spins his arms around and takes his weight down, but he's the only one who goes down. Dorling shoves away.
Baxter: Again, they stalemate! COME THE FUCK ON!
Connolly spins around and tries to lock Dorling's neck. He shoves away and then runs forward. Connolly jumps again, Dorling pushes him back into the turnbuckle. He's still got hold of his neck. Dorling swings around and launches him away. Connolly runs forward like a mad man and gets his arms around Dorling again. He shoves away again and tries to land a standing side kick. Connolly catches the foot, spins around, and moves in front.
Diamond: C4-
Baxter: DORLING MOVES!
Another push off. Dorling and Connolly come at each other again and bump heads.
DING! DING! DING!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Diamond: It can't be!
Baxter: You've got to be kidding me.
Referee Thomas Giles goes over to Masters and says a few words with him as Connolly & Dorling are waiting to see what's going on, but not taking their eyes off each other.
Masters: Ladies and gentlemen, the sixty time limit, HAS EXPIRED. This match has been ruled a DRAW!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Masters: And STILL your WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION.. CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY!!
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Dorling collapses to the mat, with his head in hands. Connolly is handed the IC title but he doesn't care. He just stands there looking down at Dorling, who looks up at Connolly.
Diamond: What more can these guys do?
Baxter: Give em' guns and let them have a duel.
THE BARKER FILES: DENOUEMENT
We cut back to the ring, where we see Chris Page and Flash Rotten already in the ring. There is no sign of GX this time around. It would seem as though he couldn’t find him. Rotten silences the crowd before speaking into a live microphone.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Chris, I’d like to thank you for joining me. I’m afraid that our investigation has hit a little bit of a snag. The evidence that I had sent to the police had been intercepted and destroyed. My assistant and her bodyguards were both
CHRIS PAGE- “You assigned The Dancing Dudes as bodyguards!? Pffft….”
Page shakes his head at the inanity of this situation. Flash does not look impressed by such a reaction.
FLASH ROTTEN- “That being said, I promised that we would have a verdict by the end of the night. As such, I have managed to find someone who knows PRECISELY who is responsible for these heinous acts as of late. We’ve going to get an answer straight from the horse’s mouth. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome here LIVE, via Skype… ADAM BARKER!
The Tron suddenly cuts to a shot of Adam Barker laying in a hospital bed. The crowd cheers, apparently accepting the trauma that he has been through and are at least relieved to see him conscious, but nowhere near as much as Chris Page. He looks like he has a tear in his eye! Adam waves to signal that he is OK. His face is bruised, partially covered in an assortment of bandages.
ADAM BARKER- “Thank you, Flash. Yes, it’s me. And I’m on the mend!”
The fans cheer.
ADAM BARKER- “Just quickly, I’d like to thank everybody for their continued support through these trying past few weeks. I am in a stable condition, but I’m still stuck here in hospital. I think I’ll still be here for a while yet. Before I go any further, I’d like to personally thank Chris Page for ensuring that I am getting the continuous treatment that I need. The Japanese doctors really are taking excellent care of me and…”
FLASH ROTTEN- “I’m sorry to cut you off, Adam. But we really need you to recall your version of the events that left you in such a state. If you wouldn’t mind…
Adam falls silent for a moment, a little annoyed that Flash Rotten has cut him off. But given the severity of the situation, Adam acknowledges the need for him to speak about a more relevant matter. He takes a deep breath, wincing as he does so, the internal pain still taking its toll on him even these several weeks later from the initial attack taking place.
ADAM BARKER- “My recollection is still a little hazy. I haven’t been that drunk in years. It was almost as though somebody had spiked my drink. Anyhow, I remember getting this letter, supposedly from my own mother. The thing is, my mother’s the sweetest, kindest woman in the world. I KNEW that letter couldn’t be from her… but I just wasn’t thinking straight. The next thing I knew, someone struck me over the head with…
Adam’s voice suddenly fades. White noise and static fill the screen of the Tron for just a moment before the picture refocuses to Adam Barker once more. His voice has changed slightly.
“ADAM BARKER”- “I was drunk. I was depressed. I was stupid. Like I’ve always been. I hate my life. I hate the WGWF. I hate Flash Rotten. I hate Chris Page. If the WGWF won’t die, then I will. It’s what Mother wants. She hates me. I hate myself. I hate everyone. I hate everything.”
Flash pulls a confused face. The fans seem to have noticed the same discrepancies as Rotten. Adam’s voice is somehow different. There also seems to be some sort of lag with the video feed, since the words that he speaks do not match up with his lip movements.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Adam? Can you hear me?”
“ADAM BARKER”- “I am a fool. You’re all fools. The WGWF needs to die. Adam Barker needs to die. I should be dead!”
Suddenly, a distance voice can be heard within the feed. Even though ‘Adam’ has stopped talking, his face on the screen continues to talk as if nothing is wrong!
- “Hey! What are you doing here? Get out of here!”
“ADAM BARKER”- HEE HEE HEE HA HA HA HA!!!
There is suddenly an almighty crash over the PA system. The screen begins to become distorted once again.
- “No! DON’T! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!
Flash and Page immediately vacate the ring and sprint alongside the entrance ramp towards the back, not taking the route up onto the stage. Page runs much faster than Flash. A cameraman follows Page. Flash falls behind. They navigate a series of corridors, leading all the way to the backstage area. Within a mere minute or so, they arrive at the door that leads into the parking lot.
As Chris Page opens the door, a rush of black smoke suddenly seeps into the corridor, blinding Page for a moment. He smothers his nose and mouth with his sleeve before entering the parking lot.
There, in one of the loading bays, a WGWF Production Truck carrying a trailer in which the production operations take place is completely ablaze! Fire licks the ceiling of the parking lot, threatening to set the whole arena on fire. Panicked members of the crowd immediately begin to vacate the stadium; their shrieks consume the background, but are practically drowned out by the roar of the inferno. Chris Page shields his eyes with his other arm a fireball ruptures from the trailer.
CREW: GET BACK! GET BACK!
The inferno heads right for Chris Page. He instinctively drops to the floor to protect himself, but he looks on in disbelief towards the burning trailer. There is someone stood in front of the flames; almost too close for comfort. They seem to be admiring the flames. He holds something in his hand. Chris Page takes a few steps closer before his face suddenly expands with shock.
- “Mother would be so proud of me…”
The figure turns to face Chris Page…
…revealing himself as…
…GRIMOIRE XMYLES!
He has perhaps the sickest and most twisted grin that on could ever envision; consumed by pure evil. Grimoire holds up the object he has in his hand in full view of the crowd that has gathered around the burning production truck… he proceeds to launch it directly at Chris Page’s feet. It rolls and clatters to a stop, when Chris notices what it is…
A burning blowtorch… with a curved metal tube over the nozzle directing the flame directly towards the gas canister that provides the fuel for the flame to burn.
Sudden screams are heard as people scramble for cover. Within seconds, the blowtorch explodes with almighty bang, sending a plumage of flame and ruptured metal into the air. Grimoire remains stood in place, laughing maniacally as the flames virtually surrounds him. Having landed on the floor with his arms covering his head protectively, he looks back towards the motionless Grimoire, pushing himself up to his feet and taking a long, hard stare at him.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “I knew you’d get my signal. I’ve found something.”
The mystique of GX’s statement freezes Page in his tracks. Grimoire lets out another twisted grin as he extends an arm and gestures for Page to come at him. Page’s eyebrows furrow. Page lunges at Grimoire, but before he can make contact, Grimoire is suddenly tackled from the side by a uniformed police officer, slamming him onto the concrete. Grimoire struggles, but the officer pins him down.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Hey, hey…. Take it easy, Victor! We’ve got all night!
The officer, whose name isn’t actually Victor, takes a firm hold of Grimoire. More officers gather around GX, each grabbing a limb and hoisting him upwards. Others have their guns trained on him, making sure that he doesn’t make a move.
OFFICER- “Grimoire Xmyles, I am arresting you on suspicion of the attempted murder of Adam Barker and the assault of a police officer. You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future.”
Grimoire simply grins nonchalantly to himself, almost triumphantly towards Chris Page and the officer handcuffs Grimoire’s hands behind his back. His stare is endless, wicked and heartless, knowing that any ‘revenge’ Page might have in mind will not be served here and now.
CHRIS PAGE- “No! Wait!”
Page motions in protest towards the officers as they haul Grimoire Xmyles towards the squad car. The arresting officer immediately turns his head towards CCP, a stern tone in his voice matches his expression.
OFFICER- “Step away, Mr. Page, or I will arrest you for obstruction of justice.”
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Can someone tell me why there’s an American police officer working in a Chinese district? What kind of bullshit IS this!?”
Page stamps his foot in frustration.
CHRIS PAGE- “Jail is too good for a scumbag like him! Let me take him. I’ll make sure he gets what’s coming to him!”
Before Page can further his threatening behavior, Flash Rotten steps between CCP and GX, who is watching on in amusement as the officer opens the rear door of the squad car for Grimoire to enter.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Let the police do their job, Chris.”
CHRIS PAGE- “This isn’t right! He need to pay for what he’s done!”
FLASH ROTTEN- “And he will… in jail.”
Flash holds Page by the shoulders with both hands, but CCP swats his hands away, taking a step back almost submissively. Flash Rotten takes a step towards Grimoire Xmyles, whose grin has not left his face all this time, even upon being subdued by the authorities.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Grimoire smiles…
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “I’m innocent until PROVEN guilty… but the look on HIS pathetic fucking face is priceless!”
CCP grimaces at Grimoire.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “You have no evidence that I was responsible for any of this.”
FLASH ROTTEN- “Only because you’ve burned it all.”
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “Innocent until proven guilty, Rotten. I am a little disheartened that there weren’t so many people burnt themselves. They’d look as battered and repugnant as Adam Barker is now. But then… he has a face even his own MOTHER couldn’t love…”
Grimoire grins toothily.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES- “A good son would have known…”
Enraged, Chris Page swings a wild punch at Grimoire, who quickly ducks into the patrol car. The officer quickly slams the door shut, which automatically locks itself. Try as he might to jiggle the handle, Page is unable to get into the squad car. Grimoire roars with laughter from the inside of the squad car as Page pounds on the roof out of frustration. It takes Flash Rotten, MDK, Brother Maylock, The Jackdaw and more WGWF superstars and personnel that have gathered to haul Chris Page away, who is kicking and screaming out of pure rage.
FLASH ROTTEN- “ENOUGH! CHRIS! ENOUGH!”
As the squad car pulls away, Chris Page breaks away.
CHRIS PAGE- “YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD, YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU HEAR ME! YOU’RE DEAD!!!!”
The scene is consumed by the remnants of chaos. Paramedics are on hand to tend to those assaulted by Grimoire, inclusive of the production team, The Dancing Dudes, Flash’s assistant and those caught in the production truck’s flames and noxious smoke. Firefighters are already extinguishing the flames that shroud the vehicle’s carcass.
Diamond: Never, in all my years of broadcasting, have I EVER seen anything quite like this. This has gone beyond entertainment… we have a genuine attempted murder case happening right here in the WGWF! And it seems as though Grimoire Xmyles, that sick, sick bastard, has literally tried to kill a man within this company.
Baxter: But Grimoire hasn’t confessed. They might have the wrong man! Besides, what motive does he have?
Diamond: Would you stop! There’s nobody else it could be. He was caught red handed burning our production truck to smithereens. And he doesn’t need motive! The man is a psychopath. He could have done it purely on a whim.
Baxter: He did seem to single out Chris Page above everyone else though… do you think Page might have something to do with this?
WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
STEEL CAGE MATCH
ESCAPE ONLY
JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE versus THE TRISTAN SLATER ©
Attention diverts above as the lights dim and strobe lights flicker around a fifteen foot high Steel Cage that starts to lower to surround the ring.
Diamond: It’s that time!
Baxter: We’ve seen Andy Johnson return to Brawl, we’ve seen Kyle Shane and James Raven win the tag titles only to be laid out by Lunacy and Seth Stevens, we’ve saw Dorling and Connolly tear the house down and it all culminates in just a matter of minutes when THE Tristan Slater defends the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship against John “The Beast” Cable.
The fans roar as the Steel Cage comes to rest on the ring apron completely surrounding the ring.
DING…. DING…. DING….
Masters: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening and will be taking place inside a STEEL CAGE and is for the WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!
Nearly 70,000 strong erupt at the match announcement!
Masters: The ONLY way to be declared the winner is to ESCAPE the Cage by either going over the top of the Cage or through the door with BOTH feet touching the floor!!
The house lights dim out.
Masters: About to make his way to the ring, from Miami, Florida… He is the WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, THE TRISTAN SLATER!!
A single spotlight hits the top of the ramp as a cocky World Heavyweight Champion walks out taking center stage. He’s not dressed to wrestle; he is in a pair of jeans, a white tank top with both fists heavily taped and the WGWF World Title slung over his right shoulder.
Diamond: The World Champion didn’t come to Beijing to wrestle, he came for a fight!
Baxter: He better! He’s about to step inside a Cage with the very man he stabbed in the back at the West Coast Rumble! Cable has been salivating over this opportunity to get his hands on Slater inside a Cage!
THE Tristan Slater makes the walk down to ringside where he passes the World Title off to the referee in control of the Cage door before he makes his way up the steel steps and through the Cage door where he then steps through the ropes and into the ring. THE Tristan Slater starts to pace back and forth in the ring as the music fades away.
Masters: And his opponent…
Nearly 70,000 strong erupt!!
Masters: About to make his way to the ring; representing the NEW BREED, he is JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE!!
The ovation reaches a fever pitch as John pushes a large laundry container out to the top of the ramp filled with various weapons from a STOP sign, steel chairs, Kendo Sticks and much, much more!
Diamond: Cable is rolling in prepared!!
John pushes the Laundry cart down the ramp towards the ring as there’s absolutely no intimidation shown from Slater as we him welcoming John as he reaches ringside. The Beast hurls a chair, a few kendo sticks into the ring through the Cage door. He grabs two black sacks that are tied and places them in the ring followed by a STOP sign!
Baxter: Cable is loaded for war!
The crowd roars louder as Cable tosses the ring apron back where he pulls out a TABLE. He motions towards the back when suddenly the Cage raises enough up off the ring apron to allow Cable to slide the Table into the ring where he goes under the ring again and pulls out a Ladder!! Into the ring it goes before he motions once again to the back. The Cage lowers back down touching around the ring apron.
Diamond: Now we’re ready!
John locks eyes with Slater as he slowly walks up the ring steps to the Cage door entrance. Slater looks down at his left wrist before glancing towards John as he taps the top of his left wrist with his right index finger. Cable enters the Cage where he reaches back with his right hand taking ahold of the mesh door where he yanks it forward slamming it against the door frame!
Baxter: Do they even have room to move around with all that crap Cable brought in?
John steps through the ropes and enters the ring. Finally the music fades out and all that’s left is the sound of the opening bell to your WGWF World Heavyweight Championship match to begin.
DING…. DING…. DING….
Beijing erupts as Cable and Slater stare across the ring from each other as John is all business while Slater smirks before raising his left hand up in the air and extending his middle finger to his former best friend. Cable immediately snaps as he charges forward where he runs right into a thumb to the eye from the cocky Champion that stops the beast in his tracks and immediately Slater takes Cable down with a double leg take down where he then directs his attention to stomping at the right knee which is still in a brace!
Diamond: Two seconds into this match and Slater has already used John’s emotions against him and has him in a dangerous position as he goes to work on that injured knee!
Baxter: Injured at the hands of MDK at Wrestle Wars, I might add.
Slater stomps down violently with shot after shot before trying to take the brace off but that opens him up for Cable to land a series of right hands to the face which sends Slater backwards. John is able to get to one knee where he catches an oncoming Slater with a right hand to the midsection! Cable stands back to a vertical base where he takes Slater with both hands around the throat before hoisting him up in the air with a double handed choke to a roar from the crowd!
Diamond: Cable has Slater up in the air!!
Cable tosses Slater backwards and into a set of turnbuckles!! Cable comes forward with rights and lefts to the midsection of Slater before changing up with reverse elbows to the temple of the World Heavyweight Champion with the crowd getting louder and louder with each repeated strike. John brings Tristan out from the corner where he drives him into the mat with a Side Walk Slam!!
Baxter: You’ll notice there isn’t a referee in the Cage because at this point the only way to win is via Escaping over the top or through the door with both feet touching the floor.
John works his way back to a vertical base where he reaches down picking up one of the Kendo Sticks. He hoists it up in the air to a massive ovation.
Diamond: Cable has been waiting for this one moment for five long months!
Slater pushes himself up to all fours where John comes forward cracking Slater across the back with a stiff shot from the Kendo Stick which echoes throughout the entire Stadium! Cable reaches down picking Slater up with his free hand to a vertical base where he cracks him in the ribs with a shot from the Kendo Stick doubling him back over where another shot is driven across the back of Slater dropping him to the mat as the crowd roars intently!
Baxter: Cable is wearing out Slater with that Kendo Stick!
Diamond: I bet you THE Tristan Slater uses a weapon tonight!
Baxter: Smart money would say so.
Cable tosses the Kendo Stick to the mat before shifting his attention towards the Ladder where he picks it up off the mat taking it back towards a corner where he leans the Ladder back against the corner of the Cage and turnbuckles before turning his attention back towards Slater. Cable reaches down picking Slater up off the mat where he hurls him towards the Ladder! There’s a pop from the crowd as Slater runs up the rungs of the Ladder where he latches on to the side of the Cage and starts scaling towards the top!
Diamond: Slater just ran up that ladder!
Baxter: He’s trying to get out now!
Cable charges towards climbing up the ropes where he latches on to the left ankle of Slater just as Tristan reaches the top of the Cage and yanks him back down as to the top rope as Cable climbs up to the top rope. Slater jabs Cable in the jaw followed by kicking the right knee causing Cable to slip and crotch himself on the top rope!
Diamond: He’s going to feel that one in the morning!
Baxter: Or will he?
Slater kicks Cable in the face, he follows up with a second kick to the face before jumping down to the mat. Tristan latches on to the top rope and starts yanking it up and down driving it into the crotch of Cable! Tristan comes forward with a hard right hand from the taped right fist before he takes John and smashes the side of his head into the Cage to loud boo’s from the massive crowd.
Diamond: THE Tristan Slater found the opening he was looking for and has now turned this thing completely around and is in firm control.
Tristan’s attention diverts towards the other side of the ring where all the weapons rest. Slater turns and walks over where he picks up the STOP sign while we see Cable step back over the top rope and back into the ring where he walks into a shot to the top of the skull with the STOP sign by Slater dropping the Beast to the mat in the process. Tristan tosses the sign to the mat as he screams down at John.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?!?!?!”
Tristan turns and picks up one of the two Kendo Sticks.
Baxter: I’ve called Slater matches since his XWF days and I can count on one hand how many times I’ve seen him actually use a weapon!
With Cable looking up at the lights we see Slater come forward smacking Cable across the ribs with a shot from the Kendo Stick! Slater lays a second, a third and then a fourth across Cable’s ribs to massively loud boo’s from the crowd before Slater throws the Kendo Stick to the mat. The boos reach a fever pitch as Slater stands over Cable before throwing up a GLORIOUS POSE for old time sake before then breaking out into a GLORIOUS GYRATION!! Slater wipes his brow with his right hand before flinging the sweat down on top of Cable!
Diamond: Complete disrespect being shown by Slater!
Baxter: Would you have expected anything less? This is the same guy that stabbed The Beast in the back just to get the title around his waist.
Tristan shifts his attention towards the Cage door across the ring; he turns and motions for it to be opened by the outside official. With each step he takes the crowd boos louder and louder and as he nears the Cage door it’s John who rolls over to his chest and starts crawling after the Champion. Tristan steps through the ropes as the Cage door is opened but before he steps out to the ring apron Cable latches on to the right ankle! The crowd pops huge as John starts to stand to a vertical base still with the right ankle of Slater pulling the World Champion back into the ring where he walks backwards causing Slater to hop only to be pulled in where John Cable delivers a T-Bone Suplex into Ladder that’s leaned against the Cage and turnbuckles!
Diamond: Slater’s body just smacked against that Ladder!!
The fans are on fire as we see Cable work his way back to his feet clutching at his ribs. John staggers forward where he reaches down picking up a Steel Chair to an even louder ovation!
Baxter: I have a feeling that his Cage match is going to get a hell of a lot worse before that final bell tolls.
Slater clutches at his lower back while getting back to his feet where Cable jabs him in the midsection with the chair that doubles Slater over and allows Cable to whack Slater across the back with a vicious shot that echoes throughout the Stadium like a gunshot!
Diamond: John Cable is in no hurry to end this thing! He has a chance to make an escape attempt.
Cable raises the chair in the air smashing it down across the back of Slater a second time!! Slater screams out in pain which brings a smile to Cable’s face. John waits as we see Tristan start to push himself up to all fours before reaching both knees. John raises the chair in the air only to receive a low blow from Slater! Cable falls sideways to the mat as the crowd boo intently.
Baxter: That’s one way to take a Beast down.
Slater steps up to a vertical base where he turns his attention towards the Ladder. Slater picks up the Ladder before laying it down on the mat. Slater turns his attention towards Cable who lies on the mat clutching his junk. Slater reaches down picking John up off the mat where he scoops Cable up before slamming him down on to the Ladder. Slater runs towards the rope where he spring boards off the middle ropes delivering a leg drop across the throat of Cable driving John’s body down into the Ladder! Cable screams in pain as there’s a loud gasp from the crowd.
Diamond: These two are going to put their bodies through immense pain in order to leave Beijing with the World Title around their waist.
Slater works his way to a vertical base where he turns and start walking towards a neutral corner. Slater starts to scale the turnbuckles and as he reaches the top turnbuckle Slater starts to scale the side of the Cage. The crowd responds as we see Cable roll off the Ladder and start pushing himself up to a vertical base while Slater reaches the top of the Cage and slings one leg over the top of the Cage while Cable starts scaling the Cage after Slater!
Baxter: Slater is over the top! He’s just got to drop to the floor!
Slater slings his right left over the top of the Cage and as he starts to climb down the Cage we see John reach the top of the Cage where he reaches over the top of the Cage snatching Slater with two handful of hair! The crowd erupts as Cable starts to pull Slater back up the Cage! Cable pulls the top half of Slater’s body over the top of the Cage where he locks a front face lock only to Superplex Slater off the top of the Cage down to the mat!! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chant starts echoing throughout the Stadium as both men lay motion on the mat as both Slater and Cable missed landing on the Ladder by mere inches.
Diamond: OH MY GOD!
Both Cable and Slater lay on the mat with the Beast starting to move around first as the crowd responds with a huge ovation! Cable pushes himself up off the mat and back up to a vertical base. Cable staggers backwards before coming forward reaching down picking Slater up off the mat where he takes him head first across the ring where he hurls him face first of the steel mesh of the Cage! The crowd responds with a massive ovation as Slater bounces face first off the Cage where he drops to one knee before standing back up where Cable delivers a boot to the face dropping Slater down to the mat. Cable comes forward where he reaches down opening the legs of the Table he slid into the ring before the opening bell. The crowd is on fire as Cable sets the Table up in the center of the ring before shifting his attention towards Slater! Cable reaches down picking Tristan up off the mat where he positions him for a Powerbomb!!
Baxter: Cable is going to stick Slater!!
Cable reaches down and attempts to pick Slater up when suddenly Slater drops to one knee before driving a violent right elbow shot to right knee of Cable!! The crowd roars with boos as John drops to one knee. Slater bounces off the ropes delivering a Shinning Wizard to the temple of Cable! The smack of Slater’s foot smacking against the temple of Slater echoes throughout the Stadium. Cable crumbles to the mat as we see Slater get back to a vertical base. He reaches down picking up the steel chair to loud gasps from the crowd. Slater lays Cable’s right leg out and starts hammering down with the chair across the right knee!
Diamond: Slater is killing the injured right knee with that steel chair!
Slater lands five shots before reaching down picking up the right leg of Cable before ripping off the protective knee brace to louder boos from the crowd as he then holds the right leg with his right hand before stomping down at the exposed right knee! Slater yanks Cable’s right leg over to the ropes where he drapes it across the bottom rope before springing up off the middle rope gaining more momentum to crash down across Cable’s knee!
Baxter: Now we go to school!
The crowd roars with massive boos as we see Slater pick up the steel chair once again as Cable’s right ankle is draped across the bottom rope. Slater starts waffling Cable across the right knee with a vicious assault!!
Diamond: Slater’s going to seriously injure John Cable!
Baxter: THE Tristan Slater is sending a message to everyone in the locker room.
The crowd intently boos Slater as he tosses the chair down to the mat before shifting his attention towards the table that’s still set up center ring. Slater turns back towards Cable as he is in agonizing pain clutching his right knee as we see Slater come forward where he reaches down picking Cable up off the mat nailing him with a right hand knocking Cable backwards on to the table! Slater shifts his attention towards the Ladder where he reaches down picking up the Ladder where he opens it up and places the legs on the mat. The crowd responds as Slater starts to scale the Ladder!
Diamond: This can’t be good!!
Slater stands up on top of the Ladder looking down at John Cable who is prone on the table below. Slater leaps off the top of the Ladder with a Swanton Bomb attempt! The crowd pops big as John Cable rolls off the Table sending the World Heavyweight Champion crashing through the Table!! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” echoes throughout the Stadium as Slater lays in the ruble of the Table while Cable lays on his back looking up at the lights.
Baxter: If John Cable can pull it together he’s got a real shot at winning the World Heavyweight Championship.
The “Holy Shit” chant diverts into a “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!” chant directed towards the Steel Cage. We see John start to stir as he starts to slowly starts to stir and begins to crawl across the ring to towards the Cage door!! The crowd starts to get louder and louder as Cable inches his way closer and closer!
Diamond: John’s near the door!!
As the outside official opens up the Cage door we see Slater start to stir himself. He begins to crawl after Cable who now has his upper body through the Cage door! The crowd gasps as Slater manages to pull Cable back into the ring by grabbing the right ankle and thus forcing the referee to close the door. Slater and Cable each reach their knee’s with Slater decking John with a right hand! Cable fires back with a right of his own! Slater fires back with a right hand followed by Cable a right hand by Cable! The crowd is red hot with each blow as Slater swings with a right hand that Cable blocks and counters with a headbut to Slater!
Baxter: Back and forth!
Cable lands a second headbut before getting to one knee where he hammers Slater with another right hand before he stands up to a vertical base where he reaches down snatching Slater by the throat. Cable stands Slater up where he hoists Slater up in the air where he drives Slater down into the canvass with a Chokeslam! The crowd roars as Cable staggers towards the ropes where he reaches down picking up one of the two black sacks. Cable opens the black sack and empties the contents within the ring to reveal….
Diamond: THUMBTACKS!
John empties thousands of Thumbtacks in the ring before shifting his attention back towards the WGWF World Champion. John reaches down picking Slater up off the mat where he takes Tristan by the throat and draws a massive reception as he points to the sea of thumbtacks laying within the ring.
Baxter: Cable is going to deposit Slater on the thumbtacks!!
John looks to hoist Slater up in the air only to have Slater counter as he slips away landing on his feet. Cable spins around walking into a Superkick that sends Cable falling backwards and into the thumbtacks!! There’s a massive gasp from the crowd as we see Slater crumble to the mat as the match has taken its toll on the Champion as well. The crowd starts to stir as we see Slater begin crawling towards the Cage door!
Diamond: Slater’s got a shot here!
Cable lays in the thumbtacks as Slater inches closer and closer towards the door causing the outside official to open the door as Slater reaches the bottom rope! Slater crawls under the bottom rope and is at the Cage door as the crowd gets louder and louder the closer and closer he gets when suddenly…
Baxter: THE QUEEN!!
Alyce Starchylde comes out from under the ring at the Cage door where she reaches her feet slamming the Cage door on the face of THE Tristan Slater!! The Cage door violently bounces off Slater’s face with the force knocking him towards the center of the ring!! The crowd is in shock as Alyce waves at the referee before disappearing back under the ring!
Diamond: Starchylde just slammed the Cage door on the face of THE Tristan Slater!
Slater is laid out and now we see John slowly start to stir! The crowd gets louder and louder as Cable, with thumbtacks all over the back of his body is crawling towards the Cage door!!
Baxter: Alyce has opened the door for John Cable!! Pun intended!!
Cable crawls closer towards the Cage door where he crawls under the ropes and to the door itself as the crowd gets louder and louder! John pulls the top of his body through the Cage as Slater lays unconscious! The crowd explodes as Cable pulls himself out of the Cage and tumbles down to the floor with both feet touching!!
DING…. DING… DING…
Masters: The winner of this contest… and the NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE!
The fans erupt!!
Diamond: By god I don’t believe it! Cable’s done it!! John Cable is the new World Heavyweight Champion!!
Before he can even be awarded the belt Lunacy, Seth Stevens, The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock hit ringside with a four on one assault on John Cable!!
Baxter: ANARCHY!
Alyce Starchylde comes back out from under the ring as the Steel Cage starts to rise. Maylock and Jackdaw hold Cable by his arms as Lunacy and Stevens take turn pumbling the newly crowned Champion! THE Tristan Slater is shown rolling out of the ring and dropping down to the floor as Starchylde calls the shots on the floor. Lunacy snatches a steel chair and waffles Cable over the skull with a vile shot! Jackdaw and Brother Maylock throw Cable into the ring as we see Seth Stevens climb up on the ring apron before scaling the turnbuckles where he leaps off with a 10 Star Frog Splash crashing down into the chest of Cable!
DING… DING…. DING….
Lunacy reaches down picking John up off the mat where he drops him with the Thorozine!
DING… DING… DING…
The Jackdaw picks Cable up off the mat where he shoots him towards Alyce who drops him with the UNICORN STAMPEDE!!
Diamond: Anarchy is picking apart John Cable!!
The crowd is enraged as they boo intently towards the ring as Brother Maylock rolls out to the floor and snatches the World Title from the grasp of the time keeper and rolls back into the ring where he presents it to his Queen. Alyce places one boot on the chest of Cable while raising the World Title high in the air to huge heat from the crowd.
MDK emerges out to the top of the ramp with a REFEREE!!
Diamond: HOLD UP A MINUTE!!
Baxter: YES!! YES!! YES!!
MDK starts to walk towards the ring with his referee at this side as Anarchy and Alyce look on.
Diamond: Is this what I think it is??
MDK reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron and with a motion to Anarchy they exit the ring as does Alyce with the belt. MDK looks down at Cable before stepping through the ropes followed by his referee. MDK looks at his official and nods his head! The official comes across the ring having words with Donald Masters.
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman; I’ve just been informed that MDK is CASHING IN his 24/7 Contract for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship!!
Louder boo’s from the crowd as trash starts to be hurled towards the ring.
WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE © versus MDK
DING… DING… DING…
MDK places on boot on the chest of John Cable!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THREE!!
DING…. DING… DING….
Masters: The winner of this contest, and the NEW WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, MDK!!
Baxter: BRILLIANT! F’N BRILLIANT!!
Trash starts to be hurled towards the ring as MDK has his arm raised in victory! Alyce slides into the ring presenting her King with the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship. With his Queen by his side and the members of Anarchy now surrounding them we see MDK raise the WGWF World Title high in the air as the show comes to a close.
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