Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Jun 26, 2018 16:02:37 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENT’S
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
6.25.18
Arenas de Barcelona
BARCELONA, SPAIN
SOLD OUT
Monday Night Brawl takes the air live as a shot of a car arriving to the back of the venue followed closely by a second car. The words “EARLIER TODAY” appear on the bottom right hand portion of the screen as there’s a pop from the crowd as CHRIS DORLING emerges from the driver seat of the first car. Both back doors open as two large men in black suits exit as Dorling exits the front. The two large security guards are joined by four more from the car that’s followed them in. Chris Dorling walks around the front of the car to the passenger side where he opens it for April who steps out of the car. Dorling doesn’t seemed pleased with all the security that’s been presented to him via John Cable and the New Breed Foundation. Dorling turns and addresses the members of the security force.
CHRIS DORLING- “If you guys want to help me out you’ll make sure that April stays safe at any and all costs.”
The lead of the security team steps forward.
SECURITY- “We will make sure she is secured.”
Chris hands April off to the members of the security force and he watches as they escort her off towards a safe location unknown in the building. There’s a nod from Chris as he now turns and makes his way to the back of his car where he pops the trunk to get his bags. Suddenly from off camera two sets of feet are shown running up behind Dorling who is reaching in the trunk. The two men starts to slam the trunk repeatedly down across the back of Dorling! It’s revealed that the two men are WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY and THE TRISTAN SLATER!
Four! Five! Six times!
Connolly pulls Dorling out of the trunk and brings him around to the side of the car. He snatches Dorling by the head and he states.
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “You’re Finished!”
Christian takes Dorling by the head and sends him sailing face first into the back passenger side window of the car shattering it into thousands of pieces in the process! The crowd is silent as we see Christian and THE Tristan Slater smirking at Dorling who is unconscious and bleeding from the forehead as he crumbles down to the concrete turning the concrete red from the blood flowing down upon it. Slater comes forward kicking Dorling square in the face knocking him backwards to the concrete.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “One down… One to go.”
Christian and Slater fist bump each other as the scene fades.
LUNACY and SETH STEVENS versus THE DANCING DUDES
The Dancing Dudes stand in the ring awaiting their opponents as The Greenskeepers ‘The Lotion’ hits the PA system. After a few moments, Seth Stevens followed by Lunacy, makes their way to the ring. Stevens slides in and charges right at the Dudes. Stevens slaps Bill down before headbutting Ted. Lunacy casually climbs onto the apron and stands in the corner as the referee calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Stevens hooks Ted by the head and drags him over to the corner. He tags in Lunacy and he casually steps in the ring. He grabs Ted and starts viciously pounding him down to the mat. Bill is pulling himself up but Seth rushes over and knees him in the back, sending him through the ropes and to the floor. He runs back over to the corner and Lunacy tags him in.
Seth climbs up the top rope and leaps off with the High Angled 10 Star Frog Splash, driving the remaining air out of Ted.
One.
Two.
Three.
Seth gets up to his feet and climbs back up to the top rope. He leaps off again, nailing Ted with another High Angled 10 Star Frog Splash. Lunacy has climbed out the ring and has Bill up against the barricade, drilling him with fists to the skull.
DING! DING! DING!
WINNERS VIA PINFALL: SETH STEVENS and LUNACY
Before Lunacy and Seth Stevens are able to inflict any more harm upon The Dancing Dudes, the lights in the arena go out completely. There is the sound of some oddly familiar yet nonetheless ominous laughter. The crowd lets out an almighty cheer! Yet, their adulation soon turns into confusion. Once the lights come back on… nobody has come down to the ring. Seth Stevens and Lunacy look around, bracing themselves for a fight. They stare around the ringside area. Only Dancing Dude Ted is on the outside of the ring, writhing in pain from the match. He looks around for his tag team partner… but there is no sign of him.
Baxter: Did Dancing Dude Bill just bail on his tag partner?
Diamond: Are you deaf! You heard that laughter… there’s only one person with a laugh like that. That sick bastard Grimoire Xmyles!
Baxter: What could he possibly want with Dancing Dude Bill of all people!?
Diamond: He doesn’t need a reason. He just does as he pleases. If I were Dancing Dude Bill, I’d be praying with every fibre of my being right about now… because I’ve a feeling that this isn’t going to end well for him…
This leaves Dancing Dude Ted in the center of the ring laid out with Lunacy and Seth starting to put the boots to him!
"RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
... Kyle Shane and James Raven come running down the aisle. They slide in the ring and meet Stevens and Lunacy in the middle of the ring. All four men start trading blows as the crowd goes crazy. Seth goes for a clothesline, but Kyle ducks and drills him with a superkick to the jaw, sending him down and rolling to the outside. Lunacy has Raven up on his shoulders but Kyle pulls Raven off. The champs step back and drill Lunacy with stereo superkicks. Seth pulls Lunacy out of the ring before the champs can attack again.
WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
DUSTIN HOLT versus THE MONSTER SILENCE ©
The bell sounded as Dustin Holt immediately tried to land a series of punches and kicks to the body of Silence which has no effect on the Monster who takes Holt to the make with a headbut to the forehead dropping Holt where he stands. The Monster follows up with a massive elbow drop across the midsection! Silence looked for the cover only to pull Holt up off the mat at the referee’s two count. Silence reaches his feet where he picks Holt up off the mat where he hoists him up in the air driving him down into the mat with a double handed Chokeslam! Silence covers with a boot on the chest of Holt where he once again removes his foot at the two count. Once again the referee admonishes Silence who completely blows him off as he reaches down picking Holt up off the mat where he hurls him into a neutral corner followed by a running splash by Silence that smashes Holt back against the buckles! Holt comes out of the corner where he face plants down to the mat below.
Silence reaches down picking Holt up of the mat where he takes him back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring, Holt bounces off the ropes and into a Side Walk Slam that nearly puts him through the ring!! Silence refuses to make a cover as he gets back to a vertical base. Silence bounces off the ropes dropping a vicious leg across the throat of Dustin Holt. Silence makes a cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE!!!!!!!
Silence yanks Holt back up off the mat one more time. The referee immediately jumps in his face where he continues to admonish and threaten disqualification. We see Silence laugh at the referee as he reaches down snatching Holt up off the mat. He scoops him up over his shoulder before backing up into a neutral corner where he charges out towards the center of the ring planting Dustin Holt into the mat with his RUNNING POWERSLAM! Silence makes the cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING… DING… DING…
WINNER VIA PINFALL: WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPION SILENCE
Silence is back to a vertical base where he throws his arms up in the air letting out a primal scream as he is awarded the Television Championship. The Monster shifts his gaze back towards Dustin Holt where he comes forward and snatches him up off the mat once again!
DING…. DING…. DING….
Silence scoops Holt up over his shoulder once again! The fans ERUPT as ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE hits the ring as The Monster Silence drives Holt into the mat with another Running Powerslam! Andy Johnson-Page picks up the Television Championship where he cracks Silence in the face with the gold plate of the title rocking the Monster!
Andy bounces off the ropes where he blasts the Monster Silence in the face a second time where Silence staggers backwards but doesn’t leave his feet! The crowd roars louder as Andy bounces off the far side where he looks for a third belt shot to the face only to see Silence counter with a scoop up over his shoulder!
Silence backs up into a neutral corner but before he can charge out towards the center of the ring Andy gouges Silence’s eyes!! Andy slides down the back of Silence picking up the TV Title once again before ducking a clothesline from Silence taking the Monster back into the ropes! Andy blasts Silence in the face sending Silence over the top rope and out to the floor!
The crowd roars as Andy hoists up the Television Championship before throwing it over the top rope and out on to Silence as the scene fades.
CHRIS PAGE GETS “A HEAD” OF HIMSELF
We cut to the locker room of one “Chronic” Chris Page. Despite not being booked in action tonight, he still carries a gym-bag-come-suitcase in his possession. Garbed in a suit, he places his back onto a bench with a heavy thud before walking over a mirror, staring at his own reflection for a moment. He looks a little weary. Perhaps he has been looking over his shoulder for a little too long. In the back of his mind, he knows that being here tonight could incur the wrath of the man that he annihilated in the ring just two short weeks ago. Grimoire Xmyles is capable of many things. He has seen it for himself. A good level of vengeance last week would not be the end of the psychotic clown. And he knew this.
A knocking sound emanates from nearby, causing Page to jerk his head to once side, almost with a sense of paranoia. He lets out a sigh. This building is relatively old. Given the quality of the structure, it may be a simple creak or groan from the building itself. Page lets out a sigh, turning back to his reflection once again, turning on the tap and cupping his hands. He splashes some of the cool water into his face, rubbing it from his eyes. He looks back at his reflection… only to catch a glimpse of Grimoire Xmyles stood smiling directly behind him!
CHRIS PAGE- “What the…”
He suddenly pivots on his heel and swings a punch into thin air. He looks around. There is no sign of intrusion. Page squints his eyes for a moment before looking back at the mirror. He is the only occupant of the mirror’s reflection this time around. He composes himself by clearing his throat and unbuttoning his collar. Upon removing his blazer and hanging it on a nearby hook, he unzips his bag.
Immediately, he gets a whiff of a foul stench. So great is the odour that he covers his nose with his arm.
CHRIS PAGE- “Jesus! What stinks!?”
The stench is worse than any old gym socks or other sweat-laden clothing. He completely opens the zippers and lifts the flap that grants access to his belongings…
He suddenly recoils in horror! The gym bag thumps to the ground; a bloodied and grotesque object flops through the opened zipper…
…a severed horse’s head!
Somehow, its eye seems to stare directly at Page. Its tongue droops out of its open mouth. Chris represses the urge to vomit even though he heaves heavily into his forearm. He looks at his hand, covered in the horse’s blood that has sodden the gym bag. He immediately rushes across to the washroom area of his locker room, rinsing the blood from his skin. He continues to retch over the sink, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror that watches over the basin. He turns on the tap…
…the water is a crimson red, as if it were blood!
Horrified, Page recoils and looks back up at the mirror. He lets out an audible yell as he sees that the mirror is now cracked with red lettering staining the fractured reflective surface.
“HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!”
Page stumbles backwards and skips over the head of the deceased stallion, bursting out of the door and slamming it closed behind him. He comes to rest on a wall, breathing heavily for a moment before screwing up his face and balling a fist.
CHRIS PAGE:- “I ain’t playing these games, clown! You hear me!? I AIN’T PLAYING THESE GAMES!”
He storms along the corridor, looking to put an end to this torture once and for all.
ANDY JOHNSON and TERRY BORDEN versus THE SENTINEL and ERIK JOSTION
Terry Borden and Andy Johnson are standing in the ring and Josten is in the ring. Jostens partner is no where to be found, The Sentinel has vanished? Borden and Josten start us off as they tie up in the centre of the ring. Both men push each other back and forth until Josten gets the upper hand and pushes Borden all the way back into the corner. There’s a clean break and Borden glances at the crowd. They lock up again. Borden tries to push Josten back into the corner but can’t. Erik over powers Borden and pushes him down to the mat and Borden bounces and rolls to the corner. He slowly gets up looking at Erik who is cracking his knuckles and is still ready to go. Borden goes to tie up with Erik again but this time Erik boots him in the stomach, doubling him over. Erik pounds Borden on the back with a fist that drops Borden to all fours, Josten boots Borden in the ribs and Borden rolls to the corner and Andy tags himself in. He slides into the ring as the crowd applauds as they have not seen Andy in the ring for over a month. He nods to the crowd as Borden collects himself on the outside on the apron. Andy and Erik go to tie up but Andy slips underneath Erik, and bounces off the ropes spring boarding off the middle rope with a moonsault, but Erik catches him!!! Erik drops Andy with the snake eyes on the top turnbuckle. Andy stumbles out of the corner holding his face. Erik charges at Andy, but Andy quickly reacts and drop toe holds Erik. Erik is back to his feet quickly and the quick move by Andy has angered him as he swings wild at Andy who keeps on ducking the punches but not returning fire. Erik keeps swing and Andy keeps ducking!!! Erik swings, Andy ducks under, drops down and goes for an old schoolboy roll up pin!!!
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Erik gets out and is even more mad. Andy dives and tags in Borden who is ready to go! Borden hops into the ring and he and Erike meet and both start throwing haymakers at each other. Borden starts to win the exchange and has Erik reeling!! Erik swings wildly and Borden scoops him up and body slams him in the middle of the ring and drops a elbow right to the jaw!! Borden tags in Andy. Andy springboards into the ring with a leg drop that lands on Josten! Andy pins!!
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Erik kicks out!!! Andy gets up to his feet, knowing he needs to keep up the offence or he’s a dead duck! Andy quickly jumps up to the top rope and waits for Erik to get to his feet. Andy leaps off as soon as Erik is standing on two feet with a missile dropkick that sends Erik into the turnbuckle. Andy springs to his feet and runs at Erik to hit a…. No!! Erik clotheslines Andy mid air as he was jumping for a body avalanche! Andy does a full flip from the impact and lands directly on his back! Erik goes down for the pin.
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Borden breaks up the count with a stomp to the back of the head! Erik gets up and drives Borden in the stomach with a right hand, followed by a knee to the stomach and then grabs a fist full of what is left of Terry Borden’s hair and throws him up and over the top rope!!! Erik turns his attention back to Andy who is almost to his feet. Erik grabs on and lifts Andy into a suplex… He’s holding him there for a while. Andy’s face starts to turn red from the pressure! Bam! Finally Erik drops Andy down to the mat. Erik pulls Andy up and throws him into the ropes and as he rebounds, drops him with a big shoulder block that once again sends Andy crashing to the mat. Erik covers!!
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Andy kicks out on his own. Erik picks him up, but Andy surprises him with a jawbreaker as he’s pulling him up. Erik stumbles around, holding his jaw. Andy gets out onto the apron and continues his spring board heavy attack by spring boarding back into the ring with a spring board block buster that lands on Erik!! Andy picks him up and goes for a duplex, but Erik blocks! Erik kicks Andy in the stomach, hoists him up in the air and… Fastball Special into the corner!!! Erik then backs up… Body Avalanche!! Andy crumbles to the mat. Erik circles Andy as Andy is trying to collect himself and get to his feet. Andy manages to get himself to an upright position. Erik looks like he’s going to try to take his head off with a clothesline!! Andy ducks, dashes to the ropes and jumps to the middle rope and springs back at Erik hitting a flying forearm to the face knocking him down! Both men are down… Terry Borden has finally pulled himself up to the ropes and throws his hand out for the tag. Andy starts crawling to the corner. Erik starts crawling to his… but he has no partner!!! Erik instead uses the corner to help him to his feet. Andy dives…. TAGS IN BORDEN!!!! Borden bounds into the ring as Erik charges out from the corner, Borden ducks and starts unloading right hand after right hand on Erik! Erik falls into the ropes, Borden sends him off the ropes…. BIG BOOT!!!!!
OHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Borden bounces off the ropes…. BIG LEG DROP!!! Borden covers up Erik!!!
1…
2…
3…!!!!
WINNERS VIA PINFALL: TERRY BORDEN and ANDY JOHNSON
Josten is down on the mat, struggling to pull himself up. Before he can get to his feet, the Sentinel climbs in the ring and grabs Josten by the back of his neck. He pulls Josten up and at the request of the Dark Truth, picks him up and slams him down on his face. DT then starts putting the boots to him before telling Sentinel to pick him up again. Sentinel does but before he can lift him, Christian Connolly and THE Tristan Slater rush down the aisle and slides in the ring with steel chairs in hand. The Sentinel stands his ground as Connolly stands his. Connolly cautiously steps over to his fallen friend and stand over him, making sure he isn't harmed anymore.
The Dark Truth nods before pulling Sentinel away and out of the ring.
THE OLD SWITCHEROO
We cut to the corridors of the arena here in Barcelona. A scruffy looking Chris Page stalks the hallways in search of the man who is playing mind games with him. He has lost more buttons from his shirt, now untucked and flapping as he walks. His hair is in disarray and sweat poorly accompanies his brow and pits. He looks down every possible avenue, knowing that somewhere, in some dark corner somewhere, that sick, sick bastard is hiding. There is an ass-whoopin’ with his name on it!
Sure enough, as Page reaches a fork in the road, he hears a voice calling to him from nearby.
“Oh, Chri----------s!”
It calls like a MOTHER beckoning her child at tea time. Page snarls and listens intently. Trying to find the source of the voice.
“Chri---------------s!”
It sings to him again. Page is still undetermined as to which path he should traverse.
“GO LEFT, YOU MONGOLOID F*CK!”
Immediately and irately, Page begins to follow the path that the voice is directing him to follow. He stops suddenly. The realisation hits him that there is bound to be some sort of trap involved. Instead of following the direction he was given, he goes back a couple of paces to the fork and takes the right hand path. He exercises a little caution as he makes his way along the hall, sidestepping along the wall stealthily.
“That’s right. Keep going.”
Page smirks. Surely GX thinks that he is playing Page right into his hands.
“You’re getting warmer. I can practically feel your breath against my face.”
He turns another corner, only to backpedal upon seeing a figure straight ahead of him with his back turned. He peers around the corner very slightly, seeing a purple jacket with a mop of greenish hair above it. Page smirks triumphantly.
CHRIS PAGE- “Got you, you son of a bitch!”
He looks around for something that might aid him alongside the element of surprise. To his surprise, he sees something protruding from a nearby trash can. He places his hand on it and pulls it upwards…
It’s BARBIE! That steel chair wrapped in barbed wire!
Page can’t quite believe that it is there so easily available to hand. It is almost a little too convenient. Nonetheless, he isn’t going to let this opportunity pass him by.
“Come on, Chris. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Stealthily, Page slinks along the wall once more, Barbie in hand. GX doesn’t even seem to realise that Page is sneaking up directly behind him. Page raises the chair above his head…
CRACK!
A SICKENING SHOT RIGHT ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BARBED WIRE COATED STEEL CHAIR!
Page begins stomping on the grounded Grimoire. There are wails of muffled laughter from Grimoire, just like the previous Trauma where Page beat the ever loving crap out of him. Page is remorseless, driving the chair deeper into GX’s spine. He tosses Barbie to the ground. He turns Grimoire onto his back and lifts him by the scruff of the neck with one hand, his other fist clenched and loaded, ready to fire. Before he can swing the punch, he suddenly flinches and gasps.
Beneath him is not Grimoire Xmyles… but DANCING DUDE BILL!
He’s just dressed in Grimoire’s clothing! Page looks at Bill’s face. It is swollen, battered, bloodied and bruised, visible even beneath the layers of clown-like make-up that has been caked onto his face. There is no way such injuries could have occurred from Page’s attack, even if he did land on his front. Page slowly lowers Dancing Dude Bill. Once he has released his grip, there is the sound of laughter from Bill’s person. Not his mouth, but his person. Page begins to rummage around Bill’s body, the vibrations in the air from the laughter’s volume sends him down towards Bill’s... ahem… crotch.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES:- “Surprise! Looks like you fell for the ol’ fake Grimoire gag, Page!”
Sure enough, Grimoire’s voice is somehow coming from Bill’s crotch! Page notices something bulging around his thigh. There is no way that a Dancing Dude can be THAT well endowed. Sure enough, even as Page reaches down Bill’s waistline, he grabs the source of the bulge… withdrawing a cylindrical Bluetooth speaker!
GRIMOIRE XMYLES:- “Let me make one thing abundantly clear, Chrissy-Boy. No matter what you do, I will keep coming back until you are broken. Once I have bereaved you of everything you hold dear, I will watch with delight as you finally walk a mile in my shoes. Your destruction will be of my own creation! And there is NOTHING you can do. Nothing. Nothing. NOTHING!!!”
The voice of Grimoire suddenly turns into wild, crazed laughter that grows in ferocity with every draw of breath. Page winds back and hurls the Bluetooth speaker forcefully to the ground. It shatters, but remains operational. Grimoire’s laughter continues to fill the corridor as CCP begins stomping on the device until it finally cuts out. He breathes heavily before looking round to see a sea of roster members, events staff, security and paramedics watching his every move.
CHRIS PAGE:- “What are YOU ALL looking at? HUH!? F*ck off!”
He is physically shaken. Paramedics rush to the aid of Dancing Dude Bill, cutting his jacket from him in order to treat the lacerations to his chest. Page looks towards Bill, noticing the state in which he is in before quickly fleeing the scene of the crime.
NON TITLE
MDK © versus HAWIIAN HARDHEAD
The bell rings and M.D.K. who has come out clad like a bullfighter smirks at Hardhead and beckons him towards him. HHH talks trash back at M.D.K. and tries not to rise to the taunts but then from his tights, M.D.K. pulls a red sheet from his tights like a matador and unfurls it. Written across it are the words “Carlene sounds like a dog shampoo.” to which HHH snarls and charges at M.D.K. who sidesteps the onrushing Hawaiian and casually raises his knee into the midsection as he passes him and Hardhead doubles over in discomfort but quickly composes himself, takes a deep breath and turns make to the still smirking M.D.K. who takes a sarcastic bow. He takes the sheet and tosses it into the face of Hardhead and as he struggles to pull it off, M.D.K. charges forwards and delivers a brutal flying knee to the jaw of Hardhead who crashes to the mat.
M.D.K. mounts Hardhead and delivers a set of vicious lefts and rights that rock the big man and forces him to cover up. The referee tries to make a count for a break but M.D.K. holds the face of Hardhead in place and turns to the official and asks what the count is for. Wide-eyed, the official shrugs his shoulders and insists that he doesn’t know and M.D.K. curtly responds, “Well fuck off then!” before slapping HHH hard across the face. The Champion climbs to his feet and casually drags Hardhead up and delivers a few knees to the chest and then an elbow to the back of the bigger man’s head. Hardhead goes to drop to one knee but the Brit catches him and whips him into the turnbuckle. M.D.K. follows up with a clothesline but Hardhead gets the elbow up and M.D.K. staggers backwards which allows HHH to capitalise and almost decapitates the champion with a charging lariat which gets the crowd onto their feet.
There is a murmur from the crowd as John Cable steps out onto the rampway with a steel chair in his hand and struts down to ringside. As Hardhead pulls M.D.K. to his feet, the Manbeast opens up the chair and sits cross-legged at ringside and smiles as Hardhead whips M.D.K. into the ropes and drops him with a powerslam! Hardhead hooks the leg for the pinfall!
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But M.D.K. powers out and Hardhead looks irritated as Cable sarcastically claps. Hardhead looks over to Cable and the Man Beast offers a thumbs up as HHH drags the champion to his feet and whips M.D.K. into the ropes and ducks down for a big back body drop but M.D.K. has caught the ropes and watches as HHH remains ducked down. M.D.K. drops to his back and slides towards HHH so that he is face to face and smiles and wave sarcastically before connecting with a knee to the top of HHH’s head and in one fluid motion, M.D.K. pops to his feet, grabs the waist of Hardhead and connects with a belly to belly suplex that sends the big islander crashing to the mat! M.D.K. makes the cover!
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But Hardhead gets the shoulder up! M.D.K. looks up at the referee as he sits up and asks if he needs help with his counting before looking over at Cable and asking what the fuck he is looking at. HHH is up to one knee as M.D.K. glowers as his opponent for next week and without breaking eye contact, hits a stiff knee to the side of the big man’s head that sends him crumpling to the mat! M.D.K. swaggers around the downed body of Hardhead and poses for the booing crowd before dropping his knee down across the throat of Hardhead as he grinds his forearm over the bridge of Hardhead’s nose! The referee calls for a break again and this time M.D.K. gets to his feet and backs the official into the corner and asks if he knows the basics of this sport. The referee points to his shirt and in particular the badge that specifies that he is a senior official which M.D.K. sneers and SPITS on it. M.D.K. opens his arms up and dares the official to call for the bell but knows that he technically can’t and calls the referee a peasant before turning back to his opponent who is back to his feet and catches the champion with an inverted atomic drop!
The champion is stunned as the crowd get behind Hardhead who psyches himself up for a comeback and hits a right hand, a second and then a third that rattles the Brit! He backs into the ropes and hits an elbow to the temple of M.D.K. before backs into the ropes to deliver a second and as he goes for a third, M.D.K. grabs the referee and uses him as a body shied that forces Hardhead to stop in his tracks! Hardhead looks frustrated as the referee admonishes M.D.K. in the corner and as the official moves, HHH charges in and hits a splash that flattens the champion. The crowd pop as M.D.K. looks dazed and Hardhead continues to feed off of the crowd as he grabs M.D.K. and drives his face into the turnbuckle and goes to each in turn to drive M.D.K.’s head into the corners. As he gets to the fourth corner, M.D.K. grabs the ropes to block it and looks directly at Cable on the outside and smirks before spitting right at Cable and catches him on the chin and neck. Hardhead manages to break the block and drives the face of M.D.K. into the turnbuckle and leaves him on the mat to pose and signal for the end as an enraged Cable climbs up onto the apron causing the referee to intervene.
Hardhead signals for the jack-hammer but as the referee deals with Cable, he fails to see the title slid into the ring courtesy of Brother Maylock on the outside who has emerged from the crowd! Hardhead looks at it and drags M.D.K. away from it but it doesn’t stop a vicious low-blow that drops the arms of the big man! HHH sways on his feet as M.D.K. climbs to his feet and locks up the arms of Hardhead and drops him with a Hellshot directly onto the title belt! The referee is encouraged to turn around just after Maylock slides the belt back out of the ring as M.D.K. hooks the leg and counts along with the referee!
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DING! DING! DING!
Masters: “Here is your winner… M… D… K!”
Maylock climbs into the ring and hands the champion the belt and the cloth from earlier with which M.D.K. polishes the belt before tossing it across the face of Hardhead as the Man Beast climbs into the ring and stares M.D.K. down but the champion doesn’t back down and the pair go toe to toe as we cut to a commercial!
PAGE GOES FOR A RIDE
We cut back to the parking lot. Chris Page is dejectedly and angrily skulking across the concrete. He has left his bag, his suit and any other belongings that isn’t currently on his person in the arena. It seems that he just wants to get out of here for one night. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys, unlocking his vehicle with a simple depression of a button as he approaches. Upon reaching the door, with one tug it flies open. He quickly clambers inside, slamming it behind him. He lets out a long… LONG sigh as he deflates into the depths of his seat. He spends a moment to reflect on what has transpired before suddenly exclaiming…
CHRIS PAGE:- “F*CK IT!”
He pounds the car horn with his fist, causing it to blare throughout the parking lot. He sits back for a moment, leaning his head into the headrest. He shakes himself out of his delirium and initiates the engine, taking off the handbrake and heading out on the Italian city roads. Upon leaving the arena, the Bluetooth of his phone links with the vehicle’s computer system. A notification appears on the monitor; “1 new voicemail.” Confused as to who may have left him a message, Page presses a telephone icon on his steering wheel.
“You have 1 new message. Message 1.”
BEEP!
The message is preceded by an all too familiar bout of hysterical laughter…
“I can’t believe how easy it is to get away with this shit with you people! The WGWF HR department must be having a fucking field day with this one! I get it, I get it. You want me gone from the WGWF, right? After all, there isn’t enough room for so many narcissistic anarchists under one roof. I’m afraid that getting rid of me isn’t going to be so easy. See, I have a certain clause in my contract meaning that I am not liable for any damages to any individual while I am under the WGWF’s employ. And if you are going to terminate that contract… then… well, I will just sue this company for every single penny! You have your buddy Flash Rotten to thank for weaving THAT little nugget into my contract…”
Chris Page frowns to himself, clenching his steering wheel with as much grip as he can muster.
“However, I could be willing to compromise under the right circumstances. Next Brawl, I want YOU. But not for a fight. I will put my hand on my heart and make a gentlemen’s agreement that I will not lay a single finger on you while we share the same ring, so long as you agree to do the same. No Anarchy subordinates. No tricks. Just two men standing face to face and… talking.”
There is something unnerving about the way he says ‘talking.’ Page lets out a cough as he pulls onto the freeway.
“So long as you follow my instructions and listen to every word, I am sure we can come to a suitable arrangement, Chris. Or could it be the case that you are too ignorant to see what is directly in front of you? Or… as this case may be… what is directly behind you.”
Page looks confused. He waves his hand in front of his face, his vision suddenly blurred. He begins to cough and choke even more. Doing a considerable speed on the freeway, he is forced to move over to the hard shoulder. His body is starting to fail him. He is barely able to unfasten his seatbelt as he comes to an abrupt stop. The second he opens the driver door, a cloud of black smoke billows from the car. Page drops to the tarmac, wheezing and struggling for breath. He looks back at the vehicle, only to notice… a long piece of tubing running from the exhaust pipe to the rear window, sealed securely with duck tape!
CHRIS PAGE:- “YOU SON OF A BITCH! I’LL F*CKING KILL YOU!”
He pounds the tarmac in frustration. All the while, the voice message continues to play in the background. At this point, it is nothing but that same maniacal laughter that has become synonymous with The Phobia and his twisted humour.
Diamond: The mind games continue! Grimoire Xmyles hasn’t even been seen tonight, but he’s made a statement here. He just tried to eliminate Chris Page the exact same way as his friend, Adam Barker!
Baxter: When will it end!? This continuous one-upmanship is going to prove fatal for one of these two.
Diamond: Page may have looked like a savage on the last Brawl, but Grimoire has shown just how cerebral he can be. And it looks like these two are going to come face to face on the next Brawl!
Baxter: Another guaranteed bloodbath!
Diamond: Not quite. GX has said that he wants to talk and nothing more. But can he be trusted? Can Page be trusted for that matter?
Baxter: I wouldn’t trust either of them as far as I could throw them.
I GOT TO GO IT ALONE
We cut back to the locker room area of the New Breed where John Cable is shown with Terry Borden and The Citizen.
THE CITIZEN- “You can’t go it alone.”
JOHN CABLE- “What choice do I have? Dorling can’t compete and regardless this is going to happen because Flash Rotten isn’t here to stop it. I’m going to do whatever I have to do.”
TERRY BORDEN- “You’re not going it alone, BROTHER! I’m going to team with you, DUDE!”
The crowd pops big only to quiet down as we hear John’s response.
JOHN CABLE- “This isn’t your fight, Terry. I’m going to go it alone. You saw what they did to Dorling, I can’t have that happen to you.”
John walks off leaving Terry Borden and The Citizen as we fade back to ringside.
MAIN EVENT
JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE and CHRIS DORLING versus THE TRISTAN SLATER and CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY©
DING…. DING…. DING…..
The opening bell tolls as John Cable stands on one side of the ring looking across at the Intercontinental Champion Christian Connolly and THE Tristan Slater who is out on the ring apron. Cable points over at Slater and talks smack towards Slater who simply smirks at John. Christian and Cable circle each other in the ring and when Cable’s back is to Slater we see Tristan jump into the ring and blast Cable from behind knocking John forward into a Superkick from Connolly! Christian makes a quick cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THR………
Cable kicks out but it’s Connolly who clubbers down with right hands to the face of Cable! Christian picks Cable up taking him back into the corner that houses Slater. He starts unloading with right hands as the referee lays the count to Connolly who backs out at the four count and as the referee admonishes Connolly Slater takes the tag rope and wraps it around the throat of Cable! The crowd boos intently as Slater chokes away at Cable only to remove the rope before the referee can turn around. Christian walks over tagging in Slater who steps through the ropes and into the ring. Slater brings Cable out with a snap mare take over followed by flipping over Cable snapping his head forward with a neck breaker.
ONE!
TWO!!!
THRE…………
Cable is out to a huge ovation from the crowd. Slater is back to a vertical base where he picks Cable up taking him back into a neutral corner with a knife edge chop. Slater fires Cable across the ring and into the opposite corner, Slater rushes into the corner looking for a running shoulder block! Cable side steps Slater sending Tristan smashing his right shoulder off the ring post! Cable pulled Slater out towards the center of the ring where he picks Slater up over his shoulder looking to deliver a shoulder breaker! Connolly enters the ring where he chop blocks the back of the right knee of Cable! The crowd boos as Connolly is admonished after he exits the ring. Slater immediately starts choking Cable with both hands across the throat which he breaks at the four count. Slater is back to his feet where he tags Connolly into the contest. Christian enters as he climbs the turnbuckles where he delivers a Senton Bomb across the chest of Cable! Connolly makes the cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!!
THRE…………
Cable kicks out to a huge ovation from the crowd. Connolly disputes the referee’s count before picking John up off the mat. Connolly takes Cable back into the ropes where he sends him across the ring, Cable reverses and it’s Connolly that bounces off the ropes and into a big boot to the face by Cable dropping Connolly, Cable bounces off the ropes delivering a leg drop across the throat of Connolly! Cable makes the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!!
Slater yanks Cable off the cover to loud boos from the crowd! The referee admonishes Slater who exits the ring. Cable reaches a vertical base where he swings at Slater on the ring apron, Slater drops to the floor avoiding contact! Cable gets rolled up by Connolly!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE………
Cable escapes and both men are back to a vertical base where they take each other down with a double clothesline!!
The crowd ERUPTS as ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE sprints down to the ring!!! Andy takes the corner of John Cable as the referee lays the count to both men who are laid out. Johnson is on the ring apron extending his hand out towards the ring! The referee reaches six as both Connolly and Cable start to stir! Slater is back on the ring apron with his hand extended out towards his partner!!
Both Cable and Connolly each start to crawl towards their respective corners with each man making the tag!!
Johnson-Page and Slater each enter the ring meeting in the center with a heated exchange of right hands!! Johnson gets the better of the exchange as he hammers away at Slater! The fans roar louder and louder with each shot as Johnson-Page takes Slater down with a double leg take down before snitching in a Figure Four Leg Lock!!
Connolly recovers in the corner where he comes into the ring to break the hold only to be cut off by Cable who takes him down with a double leg take down of his own before locking Connolly in a Figure Four Leg Lock!! Dueling Figure Four Leg Locks on both Connolly and Slater as the referee asks both men to surrender! They each refuses before rolling towards each other and Connolly breaks Johnson’s hold with a rake to the eyes while Slater does the exact same thing to Cable! Slater and Connolly reach a vertical base where they pick up their respective opponents. Slater looks to deliver the Flip Piledriver to Johnson which is countered with a back body drop! Connolly is sent over the top rope by Cable!! Andy picks Slater up off the mat where he hurls him towards Cable! Cable boots Slater in the midsection where he looks to deliver The Waking Nightmare! Slater counters out sending Cable smashing into Johnson which sends Andy back into a neutral corner while Slater hurls Cable out to the floor! Andy stagger out from the corner where he eats a boot to the midsection followed by the Flip Piledriver!! Slater makes the cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!!!
DING…. DING… DING….
WINNERS VIA PINFALL: THE TRISTAN SLATER and CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY
Slater turns around and catches a full on UNICORN STAMPEDE from Alyce.
BAXTER: Where did she come from?
DIAMOND: The Queen of Cheap Shots strikes again!
Alyce climbs the turnbuckle and does a moonsault on the fallen Slater! She pulls him up AND IS SPEARED into the corner by John Cable!
BAXTER: How dare he!
DIAMOND: The Man Beast making his presence felt!
Cable scoops up Alyce and slams her face first to the mat. He Irish whips her into the corner and comes in with another spear and Alyce manages to dive out of the way. Cable pulls himself from the corner and turns on Alyce...and Chris Page hurtles the barricade leveling Cable with a drop kick. Cable hits the ropes and somehow manages to get his arms tied into the ropes. Page begins to knee the Beast in the nose and HERE COMES ANDY JOHNSON! Page squares off with Johnson and the two begin to scrap and here comes MDK! MDK tears into Cable when he gets hit with a backstabber by Slater. MDK pitches over the ropes and lands hard on the floor. Cable manages to force himself free and begins punching Slater. And Alyce hits Cable with a chop block! Cable drops to one knee and Slater hits him with a kick that flops him onto his back. He raises both fists and slams them into the top of Alyce's skull. Alyce drops to the canvas. Slater prepares to stomp on her when Anarchy hits the ring. Brother Maylock pulls Cable from the ring and piledrives him into the floor. Jackdaw hits Andy from behind as Page and Jackdaw begin raining punches and kicks onto Page's wayward son. Lunacy blasts Slater with a dropkick that sends him to the floor. On the floor, Seth seems to be taking delight in beating Slater where Lunacy joins him. MDK rolls into the ring surveying the carnage. He backs into a standing Alyce and the both spin around fists at the ready. They hold their fists up, their eyes locked as Monday Night Brawl fades to black.
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
6.25.18
Arenas de Barcelona
BARCELONA, SPAIN
SOLD OUT
Monday Night Brawl takes the air live as a shot of a car arriving to the back of the venue followed closely by a second car. The words “EARLIER TODAY” appear on the bottom right hand portion of the screen as there’s a pop from the crowd as CHRIS DORLING emerges from the driver seat of the first car. Both back doors open as two large men in black suits exit as Dorling exits the front. The two large security guards are joined by four more from the car that’s followed them in. Chris Dorling walks around the front of the car to the passenger side where he opens it for April who steps out of the car. Dorling doesn’t seemed pleased with all the security that’s been presented to him via John Cable and the New Breed Foundation. Dorling turns and addresses the members of the security force.
CHRIS DORLING- “If you guys want to help me out you’ll make sure that April stays safe at any and all costs.”
The lead of the security team steps forward.
SECURITY- “We will make sure she is secured.”
Chris hands April off to the members of the security force and he watches as they escort her off towards a safe location unknown in the building. There’s a nod from Chris as he now turns and makes his way to the back of his car where he pops the trunk to get his bags. Suddenly from off camera two sets of feet are shown running up behind Dorling who is reaching in the trunk. The two men starts to slam the trunk repeatedly down across the back of Dorling! It’s revealed that the two men are WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY and THE TRISTAN SLATER!
Four! Five! Six times!
Connolly pulls Dorling out of the trunk and brings him around to the side of the car. He snatches Dorling by the head and he states.
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “You’re Finished!”
Christian takes Dorling by the head and sends him sailing face first into the back passenger side window of the car shattering it into thousands of pieces in the process! The crowd is silent as we see Christian and THE Tristan Slater smirking at Dorling who is unconscious and bleeding from the forehead as he crumbles down to the concrete turning the concrete red from the blood flowing down upon it. Slater comes forward kicking Dorling square in the face knocking him backwards to the concrete.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “One down… One to go.”
Christian and Slater fist bump each other as the scene fades.
LUNACY and SETH STEVENS versus THE DANCING DUDES
The Dancing Dudes stand in the ring awaiting their opponents as The Greenskeepers ‘The Lotion’ hits the PA system. After a few moments, Seth Stevens followed by Lunacy, makes their way to the ring. Stevens slides in and charges right at the Dudes. Stevens slaps Bill down before headbutting Ted. Lunacy casually climbs onto the apron and stands in the corner as the referee calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Stevens hooks Ted by the head and drags him over to the corner. He tags in Lunacy and he casually steps in the ring. He grabs Ted and starts viciously pounding him down to the mat. Bill is pulling himself up but Seth rushes over and knees him in the back, sending him through the ropes and to the floor. He runs back over to the corner and Lunacy tags him in.
Seth climbs up the top rope and leaps off with the High Angled 10 Star Frog Splash, driving the remaining air out of Ted.
One.
Two.
Three.
Seth gets up to his feet and climbs back up to the top rope. He leaps off again, nailing Ted with another High Angled 10 Star Frog Splash. Lunacy has climbed out the ring and has Bill up against the barricade, drilling him with fists to the skull.
DING! DING! DING!
WINNERS VIA PINFALL: SETH STEVENS and LUNACY
Before Lunacy and Seth Stevens are able to inflict any more harm upon The Dancing Dudes, the lights in the arena go out completely. There is the sound of some oddly familiar yet nonetheless ominous laughter. The crowd lets out an almighty cheer! Yet, their adulation soon turns into confusion. Once the lights come back on… nobody has come down to the ring. Seth Stevens and Lunacy look around, bracing themselves for a fight. They stare around the ringside area. Only Dancing Dude Ted is on the outside of the ring, writhing in pain from the match. He looks around for his tag team partner… but there is no sign of him.
Baxter: Did Dancing Dude Bill just bail on his tag partner?
Diamond: Are you deaf! You heard that laughter… there’s only one person with a laugh like that. That sick bastard Grimoire Xmyles!
Baxter: What could he possibly want with Dancing Dude Bill of all people!?
Diamond: He doesn’t need a reason. He just does as he pleases. If I were Dancing Dude Bill, I’d be praying with every fibre of my being right about now… because I’ve a feeling that this isn’t going to end well for him…
This leaves Dancing Dude Ted in the center of the ring laid out with Lunacy and Seth starting to put the boots to him!
"RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
... Kyle Shane and James Raven come running down the aisle. They slide in the ring and meet Stevens and Lunacy in the middle of the ring. All four men start trading blows as the crowd goes crazy. Seth goes for a clothesline, but Kyle ducks and drills him with a superkick to the jaw, sending him down and rolling to the outside. Lunacy has Raven up on his shoulders but Kyle pulls Raven off. The champs step back and drill Lunacy with stereo superkicks. Seth pulls Lunacy out of the ring before the champs can attack again.
WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
DUSTIN HOLT versus THE MONSTER SILENCE ©
The bell sounded as Dustin Holt immediately tried to land a series of punches and kicks to the body of Silence which has no effect on the Monster who takes Holt to the make with a headbut to the forehead dropping Holt where he stands. The Monster follows up with a massive elbow drop across the midsection! Silence looked for the cover only to pull Holt up off the mat at the referee’s two count. Silence reaches his feet where he picks Holt up off the mat where he hoists him up in the air driving him down into the mat with a double handed Chokeslam! Silence covers with a boot on the chest of Holt where he once again removes his foot at the two count. Once again the referee admonishes Silence who completely blows him off as he reaches down picking Holt up off the mat where he hurls him into a neutral corner followed by a running splash by Silence that smashes Holt back against the buckles! Holt comes out of the corner where he face plants down to the mat below.
Silence reaches down picking Holt up of the mat where he takes him back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring, Holt bounces off the ropes and into a Side Walk Slam that nearly puts him through the ring!! Silence refuses to make a cover as he gets back to a vertical base. Silence bounces off the ropes dropping a vicious leg across the throat of Dustin Holt. Silence makes a cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE!!!!!!!
Silence yanks Holt back up off the mat one more time. The referee immediately jumps in his face where he continues to admonish and threaten disqualification. We see Silence laugh at the referee as he reaches down snatching Holt up off the mat. He scoops him up over his shoulder before backing up into a neutral corner where he charges out towards the center of the ring planting Dustin Holt into the mat with his RUNNING POWERSLAM! Silence makes the cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING… DING… DING…
WINNER VIA PINFALL: WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPION SILENCE
Silence is back to a vertical base where he throws his arms up in the air letting out a primal scream as he is awarded the Television Championship. The Monster shifts his gaze back towards Dustin Holt where he comes forward and snatches him up off the mat once again!
DING…. DING…. DING….
Silence scoops Holt up over his shoulder once again! The fans ERUPT as ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE hits the ring as The Monster Silence drives Holt into the mat with another Running Powerslam! Andy Johnson-Page picks up the Television Championship where he cracks Silence in the face with the gold plate of the title rocking the Monster!
Andy bounces off the ropes where he blasts the Monster Silence in the face a second time where Silence staggers backwards but doesn’t leave his feet! The crowd roars louder as Andy bounces off the far side where he looks for a third belt shot to the face only to see Silence counter with a scoop up over his shoulder!
Silence backs up into a neutral corner but before he can charge out towards the center of the ring Andy gouges Silence’s eyes!! Andy slides down the back of Silence picking up the TV Title once again before ducking a clothesline from Silence taking the Monster back into the ropes! Andy blasts Silence in the face sending Silence over the top rope and out to the floor!
The crowd roars as Andy hoists up the Television Championship before throwing it over the top rope and out on to Silence as the scene fades.
CHRIS PAGE GETS “A HEAD” OF HIMSELF
We cut to the locker room of one “Chronic” Chris Page. Despite not being booked in action tonight, he still carries a gym-bag-come-suitcase in his possession. Garbed in a suit, he places his back onto a bench with a heavy thud before walking over a mirror, staring at his own reflection for a moment. He looks a little weary. Perhaps he has been looking over his shoulder for a little too long. In the back of his mind, he knows that being here tonight could incur the wrath of the man that he annihilated in the ring just two short weeks ago. Grimoire Xmyles is capable of many things. He has seen it for himself. A good level of vengeance last week would not be the end of the psychotic clown. And he knew this.
A knocking sound emanates from nearby, causing Page to jerk his head to once side, almost with a sense of paranoia. He lets out a sigh. This building is relatively old. Given the quality of the structure, it may be a simple creak or groan from the building itself. Page lets out a sigh, turning back to his reflection once again, turning on the tap and cupping his hands. He splashes some of the cool water into his face, rubbing it from his eyes. He looks back at his reflection… only to catch a glimpse of Grimoire Xmyles stood smiling directly behind him!
CHRIS PAGE- “What the…”
He suddenly pivots on his heel and swings a punch into thin air. He looks around. There is no sign of intrusion. Page squints his eyes for a moment before looking back at the mirror. He is the only occupant of the mirror’s reflection this time around. He composes himself by clearing his throat and unbuttoning his collar. Upon removing his blazer and hanging it on a nearby hook, he unzips his bag.
Immediately, he gets a whiff of a foul stench. So great is the odour that he covers his nose with his arm.
CHRIS PAGE- “Jesus! What stinks!?”
The stench is worse than any old gym socks or other sweat-laden clothing. He completely opens the zippers and lifts the flap that grants access to his belongings…
He suddenly recoils in horror! The gym bag thumps to the ground; a bloodied and grotesque object flops through the opened zipper…
…a severed horse’s head!
Somehow, its eye seems to stare directly at Page. Its tongue droops out of its open mouth. Chris represses the urge to vomit even though he heaves heavily into his forearm. He looks at his hand, covered in the horse’s blood that has sodden the gym bag. He immediately rushes across to the washroom area of his locker room, rinsing the blood from his skin. He continues to retch over the sink, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror that watches over the basin. He turns on the tap…
…the water is a crimson red, as if it were blood!
Horrified, Page recoils and looks back up at the mirror. He lets out an audible yell as he sees that the mirror is now cracked with red lettering staining the fractured reflective surface.
“HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!”
Page stumbles backwards and skips over the head of the deceased stallion, bursting out of the door and slamming it closed behind him. He comes to rest on a wall, breathing heavily for a moment before screwing up his face and balling a fist.
CHRIS PAGE:- “I ain’t playing these games, clown! You hear me!? I AIN’T PLAYING THESE GAMES!”
He storms along the corridor, looking to put an end to this torture once and for all.
ANDY JOHNSON and TERRY BORDEN versus THE SENTINEL and ERIK JOSTION
Terry Borden and Andy Johnson are standing in the ring and Josten is in the ring. Jostens partner is no where to be found, The Sentinel has vanished? Borden and Josten start us off as they tie up in the centre of the ring. Both men push each other back and forth until Josten gets the upper hand and pushes Borden all the way back into the corner. There’s a clean break and Borden glances at the crowd. They lock up again. Borden tries to push Josten back into the corner but can’t. Erik over powers Borden and pushes him down to the mat and Borden bounces and rolls to the corner. He slowly gets up looking at Erik who is cracking his knuckles and is still ready to go. Borden goes to tie up with Erik again but this time Erik boots him in the stomach, doubling him over. Erik pounds Borden on the back with a fist that drops Borden to all fours, Josten boots Borden in the ribs and Borden rolls to the corner and Andy tags himself in. He slides into the ring as the crowd applauds as they have not seen Andy in the ring for over a month. He nods to the crowd as Borden collects himself on the outside on the apron. Andy and Erik go to tie up but Andy slips underneath Erik, and bounces off the ropes spring boarding off the middle rope with a moonsault, but Erik catches him!!! Erik drops Andy with the snake eyes on the top turnbuckle. Andy stumbles out of the corner holding his face. Erik charges at Andy, but Andy quickly reacts and drop toe holds Erik. Erik is back to his feet quickly and the quick move by Andy has angered him as he swings wild at Andy who keeps on ducking the punches but not returning fire. Erik keeps swing and Andy keeps ducking!!! Erik swings, Andy ducks under, drops down and goes for an old schoolboy roll up pin!!!
1…
2…
Erik gets out and is even more mad. Andy dives and tags in Borden who is ready to go! Borden hops into the ring and he and Erike meet and both start throwing haymakers at each other. Borden starts to win the exchange and has Erik reeling!! Erik swings wildly and Borden scoops him up and body slams him in the middle of the ring and drops a elbow right to the jaw!! Borden tags in Andy. Andy springboards into the ring with a leg drop that lands on Josten! Andy pins!!
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2…
Erik kicks out!!! Andy gets up to his feet, knowing he needs to keep up the offence or he’s a dead duck! Andy quickly jumps up to the top rope and waits for Erik to get to his feet. Andy leaps off as soon as Erik is standing on two feet with a missile dropkick that sends Erik into the turnbuckle. Andy springs to his feet and runs at Erik to hit a…. No!! Erik clotheslines Andy mid air as he was jumping for a body avalanche! Andy does a full flip from the impact and lands directly on his back! Erik goes down for the pin.
1…
2…
Borden breaks up the count with a stomp to the back of the head! Erik gets up and drives Borden in the stomach with a right hand, followed by a knee to the stomach and then grabs a fist full of what is left of Terry Borden’s hair and throws him up and over the top rope!!! Erik turns his attention back to Andy who is almost to his feet. Erik grabs on and lifts Andy into a suplex… He’s holding him there for a while. Andy’s face starts to turn red from the pressure! Bam! Finally Erik drops Andy down to the mat. Erik pulls Andy up and throws him into the ropes and as he rebounds, drops him with a big shoulder block that once again sends Andy crashing to the mat. Erik covers!!
1…
2…
Andy kicks out on his own. Erik picks him up, but Andy surprises him with a jawbreaker as he’s pulling him up. Erik stumbles around, holding his jaw. Andy gets out onto the apron and continues his spring board heavy attack by spring boarding back into the ring with a spring board block buster that lands on Erik!! Andy picks him up and goes for a duplex, but Erik blocks! Erik kicks Andy in the stomach, hoists him up in the air and… Fastball Special into the corner!!! Erik then backs up… Body Avalanche!! Andy crumbles to the mat. Erik circles Andy as Andy is trying to collect himself and get to his feet. Andy manages to get himself to an upright position. Erik looks like he’s going to try to take his head off with a clothesline!! Andy ducks, dashes to the ropes and jumps to the middle rope and springs back at Erik hitting a flying forearm to the face knocking him down! Both men are down… Terry Borden has finally pulled himself up to the ropes and throws his hand out for the tag. Andy starts crawling to the corner. Erik starts crawling to his… but he has no partner!!! Erik instead uses the corner to help him to his feet. Andy dives…. TAGS IN BORDEN!!!! Borden bounds into the ring as Erik charges out from the corner, Borden ducks and starts unloading right hand after right hand on Erik! Erik falls into the ropes, Borden sends him off the ropes…. BIG BOOT!!!!!
OHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Borden bounces off the ropes…. BIG LEG DROP!!! Borden covers up Erik!!!
1…
2…
3…!!!!
WINNERS VIA PINFALL: TERRY BORDEN and ANDY JOHNSON
Josten is down on the mat, struggling to pull himself up. Before he can get to his feet, the Sentinel climbs in the ring and grabs Josten by the back of his neck. He pulls Josten up and at the request of the Dark Truth, picks him up and slams him down on his face. DT then starts putting the boots to him before telling Sentinel to pick him up again. Sentinel does but before he can lift him, Christian Connolly and THE Tristan Slater rush down the aisle and slides in the ring with steel chairs in hand. The Sentinel stands his ground as Connolly stands his. Connolly cautiously steps over to his fallen friend and stand over him, making sure he isn't harmed anymore.
The Dark Truth nods before pulling Sentinel away and out of the ring.
THE OLD SWITCHEROO
We cut to the corridors of the arena here in Barcelona. A scruffy looking Chris Page stalks the hallways in search of the man who is playing mind games with him. He has lost more buttons from his shirt, now untucked and flapping as he walks. His hair is in disarray and sweat poorly accompanies his brow and pits. He looks down every possible avenue, knowing that somewhere, in some dark corner somewhere, that sick, sick bastard is hiding. There is an ass-whoopin’ with his name on it!
Sure enough, as Page reaches a fork in the road, he hears a voice calling to him from nearby.
“Oh, Chri----------s!”
It calls like a MOTHER beckoning her child at tea time. Page snarls and listens intently. Trying to find the source of the voice.
“Chri---------------s!”
It sings to him again. Page is still undetermined as to which path he should traverse.
“GO LEFT, YOU MONGOLOID F*CK!”
Immediately and irately, Page begins to follow the path that the voice is directing him to follow. He stops suddenly. The realisation hits him that there is bound to be some sort of trap involved. Instead of following the direction he was given, he goes back a couple of paces to the fork and takes the right hand path. He exercises a little caution as he makes his way along the hall, sidestepping along the wall stealthily.
“That’s right. Keep going.”
Page smirks. Surely GX thinks that he is playing Page right into his hands.
“You’re getting warmer. I can practically feel your breath against my face.”
He turns another corner, only to backpedal upon seeing a figure straight ahead of him with his back turned. He peers around the corner very slightly, seeing a purple jacket with a mop of greenish hair above it. Page smirks triumphantly.
CHRIS PAGE- “Got you, you son of a bitch!”
He looks around for something that might aid him alongside the element of surprise. To his surprise, he sees something protruding from a nearby trash can. He places his hand on it and pulls it upwards…
It’s BARBIE! That steel chair wrapped in barbed wire!
Page can’t quite believe that it is there so easily available to hand. It is almost a little too convenient. Nonetheless, he isn’t going to let this opportunity pass him by.
“Come on, Chris. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Stealthily, Page slinks along the wall once more, Barbie in hand. GX doesn’t even seem to realise that Page is sneaking up directly behind him. Page raises the chair above his head…
CRACK!
A SICKENING SHOT RIGHT ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE BARBED WIRE COATED STEEL CHAIR!
Page begins stomping on the grounded Grimoire. There are wails of muffled laughter from Grimoire, just like the previous Trauma where Page beat the ever loving crap out of him. Page is remorseless, driving the chair deeper into GX’s spine. He tosses Barbie to the ground. He turns Grimoire onto his back and lifts him by the scruff of the neck with one hand, his other fist clenched and loaded, ready to fire. Before he can swing the punch, he suddenly flinches and gasps.
Beneath him is not Grimoire Xmyles… but DANCING DUDE BILL!
He’s just dressed in Grimoire’s clothing! Page looks at Bill’s face. It is swollen, battered, bloodied and bruised, visible even beneath the layers of clown-like make-up that has been caked onto his face. There is no way such injuries could have occurred from Page’s attack, even if he did land on his front. Page slowly lowers Dancing Dude Bill. Once he has released his grip, there is the sound of laughter from Bill’s person. Not his mouth, but his person. Page begins to rummage around Bill’s body, the vibrations in the air from the laughter’s volume sends him down towards Bill’s... ahem… crotch.
GRIMOIRE XMYLES:- “Surprise! Looks like you fell for the ol’ fake Grimoire gag, Page!”
Sure enough, Grimoire’s voice is somehow coming from Bill’s crotch! Page notices something bulging around his thigh. There is no way that a Dancing Dude can be THAT well endowed. Sure enough, even as Page reaches down Bill’s waistline, he grabs the source of the bulge… withdrawing a cylindrical Bluetooth speaker!
GRIMOIRE XMYLES:- “Let me make one thing abundantly clear, Chrissy-Boy. No matter what you do, I will keep coming back until you are broken. Once I have bereaved you of everything you hold dear, I will watch with delight as you finally walk a mile in my shoes. Your destruction will be of my own creation! And there is NOTHING you can do. Nothing. Nothing. NOTHING!!!”
The voice of Grimoire suddenly turns into wild, crazed laughter that grows in ferocity with every draw of breath. Page winds back and hurls the Bluetooth speaker forcefully to the ground. It shatters, but remains operational. Grimoire’s laughter continues to fill the corridor as CCP begins stomping on the device until it finally cuts out. He breathes heavily before looking round to see a sea of roster members, events staff, security and paramedics watching his every move.
CHRIS PAGE:- “What are YOU ALL looking at? HUH!? F*ck off!”
He is physically shaken. Paramedics rush to the aid of Dancing Dude Bill, cutting his jacket from him in order to treat the lacerations to his chest. Page looks towards Bill, noticing the state in which he is in before quickly fleeing the scene of the crime.
NON TITLE
MDK © versus HAWIIAN HARDHEAD
The bell rings and M.D.K. who has come out clad like a bullfighter smirks at Hardhead and beckons him towards him. HHH talks trash back at M.D.K. and tries not to rise to the taunts but then from his tights, M.D.K. pulls a red sheet from his tights like a matador and unfurls it. Written across it are the words “Carlene sounds like a dog shampoo.” to which HHH snarls and charges at M.D.K. who sidesteps the onrushing Hawaiian and casually raises his knee into the midsection as he passes him and Hardhead doubles over in discomfort but quickly composes himself, takes a deep breath and turns make to the still smirking M.D.K. who takes a sarcastic bow. He takes the sheet and tosses it into the face of Hardhead and as he struggles to pull it off, M.D.K. charges forwards and delivers a brutal flying knee to the jaw of Hardhead who crashes to the mat.
M.D.K. mounts Hardhead and delivers a set of vicious lefts and rights that rock the big man and forces him to cover up. The referee tries to make a count for a break but M.D.K. holds the face of Hardhead in place and turns to the official and asks what the count is for. Wide-eyed, the official shrugs his shoulders and insists that he doesn’t know and M.D.K. curtly responds, “Well fuck off then!” before slapping HHH hard across the face. The Champion climbs to his feet and casually drags Hardhead up and delivers a few knees to the chest and then an elbow to the back of the bigger man’s head. Hardhead goes to drop to one knee but the Brit catches him and whips him into the turnbuckle. M.D.K. follows up with a clothesline but Hardhead gets the elbow up and M.D.K. staggers backwards which allows HHH to capitalise and almost decapitates the champion with a charging lariat which gets the crowd onto their feet.
There is a murmur from the crowd as John Cable steps out onto the rampway with a steel chair in his hand and struts down to ringside. As Hardhead pulls M.D.K. to his feet, the Manbeast opens up the chair and sits cross-legged at ringside and smiles as Hardhead whips M.D.K. into the ropes and drops him with a powerslam! Hardhead hooks the leg for the pinfall!
1!
2!
But M.D.K. powers out and Hardhead looks irritated as Cable sarcastically claps. Hardhead looks over to Cable and the Man Beast offers a thumbs up as HHH drags the champion to his feet and whips M.D.K. into the ropes and ducks down for a big back body drop but M.D.K. has caught the ropes and watches as HHH remains ducked down. M.D.K. drops to his back and slides towards HHH so that he is face to face and smiles and wave sarcastically before connecting with a knee to the top of HHH’s head and in one fluid motion, M.D.K. pops to his feet, grabs the waist of Hardhead and connects with a belly to belly suplex that sends the big islander crashing to the mat! M.D.K. makes the cover!
1!
2!
But Hardhead gets the shoulder up! M.D.K. looks up at the referee as he sits up and asks if he needs help with his counting before looking over at Cable and asking what the fuck he is looking at. HHH is up to one knee as M.D.K. glowers as his opponent for next week and without breaking eye contact, hits a stiff knee to the side of the big man’s head that sends him crumpling to the mat! M.D.K. swaggers around the downed body of Hardhead and poses for the booing crowd before dropping his knee down across the throat of Hardhead as he grinds his forearm over the bridge of Hardhead’s nose! The referee calls for a break again and this time M.D.K. gets to his feet and backs the official into the corner and asks if he knows the basics of this sport. The referee points to his shirt and in particular the badge that specifies that he is a senior official which M.D.K. sneers and SPITS on it. M.D.K. opens his arms up and dares the official to call for the bell but knows that he technically can’t and calls the referee a peasant before turning back to his opponent who is back to his feet and catches the champion with an inverted atomic drop!
The champion is stunned as the crowd get behind Hardhead who psyches himself up for a comeback and hits a right hand, a second and then a third that rattles the Brit! He backs into the ropes and hits an elbow to the temple of M.D.K. before backs into the ropes to deliver a second and as he goes for a third, M.D.K. grabs the referee and uses him as a body shied that forces Hardhead to stop in his tracks! Hardhead looks frustrated as the referee admonishes M.D.K. in the corner and as the official moves, HHH charges in and hits a splash that flattens the champion. The crowd pop as M.D.K. looks dazed and Hardhead continues to feed off of the crowd as he grabs M.D.K. and drives his face into the turnbuckle and goes to each in turn to drive M.D.K.’s head into the corners. As he gets to the fourth corner, M.D.K. grabs the ropes to block it and looks directly at Cable on the outside and smirks before spitting right at Cable and catches him on the chin and neck. Hardhead manages to break the block and drives the face of M.D.K. into the turnbuckle and leaves him on the mat to pose and signal for the end as an enraged Cable climbs up onto the apron causing the referee to intervene.
Hardhead signals for the jack-hammer but as the referee deals with Cable, he fails to see the title slid into the ring courtesy of Brother Maylock on the outside who has emerged from the crowd! Hardhead looks at it and drags M.D.K. away from it but it doesn’t stop a vicious low-blow that drops the arms of the big man! HHH sways on his feet as M.D.K. climbs to his feet and locks up the arms of Hardhead and drops him with a Hellshot directly onto the title belt! The referee is encouraged to turn around just after Maylock slides the belt back out of the ring as M.D.K. hooks the leg and counts along with the referee!
1!
2!
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Masters: “Here is your winner… M… D… K!”
Maylock climbs into the ring and hands the champion the belt and the cloth from earlier with which M.D.K. polishes the belt before tossing it across the face of Hardhead as the Man Beast climbs into the ring and stares M.D.K. down but the champion doesn’t back down and the pair go toe to toe as we cut to a commercial!
PAGE GOES FOR A RIDE
We cut back to the parking lot. Chris Page is dejectedly and angrily skulking across the concrete. He has left his bag, his suit and any other belongings that isn’t currently on his person in the arena. It seems that he just wants to get out of here for one night. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys, unlocking his vehicle with a simple depression of a button as he approaches. Upon reaching the door, with one tug it flies open. He quickly clambers inside, slamming it behind him. He lets out a long… LONG sigh as he deflates into the depths of his seat. He spends a moment to reflect on what has transpired before suddenly exclaiming…
CHRIS PAGE:- “F*CK IT!”
He pounds the car horn with his fist, causing it to blare throughout the parking lot. He sits back for a moment, leaning his head into the headrest. He shakes himself out of his delirium and initiates the engine, taking off the handbrake and heading out on the Italian city roads. Upon leaving the arena, the Bluetooth of his phone links with the vehicle’s computer system. A notification appears on the monitor; “1 new voicemail.” Confused as to who may have left him a message, Page presses a telephone icon on his steering wheel.
“You have 1 new message. Message 1.”
BEEP!
The message is preceded by an all too familiar bout of hysterical laughter…
“I can’t believe how easy it is to get away with this shit with you people! The WGWF HR department must be having a fucking field day with this one! I get it, I get it. You want me gone from the WGWF, right? After all, there isn’t enough room for so many narcissistic anarchists under one roof. I’m afraid that getting rid of me isn’t going to be so easy. See, I have a certain clause in my contract meaning that I am not liable for any damages to any individual while I am under the WGWF’s employ. And if you are going to terminate that contract… then… well, I will just sue this company for every single penny! You have your buddy Flash Rotten to thank for weaving THAT little nugget into my contract…”
Chris Page frowns to himself, clenching his steering wheel with as much grip as he can muster.
“However, I could be willing to compromise under the right circumstances. Next Brawl, I want YOU. But not for a fight. I will put my hand on my heart and make a gentlemen’s agreement that I will not lay a single finger on you while we share the same ring, so long as you agree to do the same. No Anarchy subordinates. No tricks. Just two men standing face to face and… talking.”
There is something unnerving about the way he says ‘talking.’ Page lets out a cough as he pulls onto the freeway.
“So long as you follow my instructions and listen to every word, I am sure we can come to a suitable arrangement, Chris. Or could it be the case that you are too ignorant to see what is directly in front of you? Or… as this case may be… what is directly behind you.”
Page looks confused. He waves his hand in front of his face, his vision suddenly blurred. He begins to cough and choke even more. Doing a considerable speed on the freeway, he is forced to move over to the hard shoulder. His body is starting to fail him. He is barely able to unfasten his seatbelt as he comes to an abrupt stop. The second he opens the driver door, a cloud of black smoke billows from the car. Page drops to the tarmac, wheezing and struggling for breath. He looks back at the vehicle, only to notice… a long piece of tubing running from the exhaust pipe to the rear window, sealed securely with duck tape!
CHRIS PAGE:- “YOU SON OF A BITCH! I’LL F*CKING KILL YOU!”
He pounds the tarmac in frustration. All the while, the voice message continues to play in the background. At this point, it is nothing but that same maniacal laughter that has become synonymous with The Phobia and his twisted humour.
Diamond: The mind games continue! Grimoire Xmyles hasn’t even been seen tonight, but he’s made a statement here. He just tried to eliminate Chris Page the exact same way as his friend, Adam Barker!
Baxter: When will it end!? This continuous one-upmanship is going to prove fatal for one of these two.
Diamond: Page may have looked like a savage on the last Brawl, but Grimoire has shown just how cerebral he can be. And it looks like these two are going to come face to face on the next Brawl!
Baxter: Another guaranteed bloodbath!
Diamond: Not quite. GX has said that he wants to talk and nothing more. But can he be trusted? Can Page be trusted for that matter?
Baxter: I wouldn’t trust either of them as far as I could throw them.
I GOT TO GO IT ALONE
We cut back to the locker room area of the New Breed where John Cable is shown with Terry Borden and The Citizen.
THE CITIZEN- “You can’t go it alone.”
JOHN CABLE- “What choice do I have? Dorling can’t compete and regardless this is going to happen because Flash Rotten isn’t here to stop it. I’m going to do whatever I have to do.”
TERRY BORDEN- “You’re not going it alone, BROTHER! I’m going to team with you, DUDE!”
The crowd pops big only to quiet down as we hear John’s response.
JOHN CABLE- “This isn’t your fight, Terry. I’m going to go it alone. You saw what they did to Dorling, I can’t have that happen to you.”
John walks off leaving Terry Borden and The Citizen as we fade back to ringside.
MAIN EVENT
JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE and CHRIS DORLING versus THE TRISTAN SLATER and CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY©
DING…. DING…. DING…..
The opening bell tolls as John Cable stands on one side of the ring looking across at the Intercontinental Champion Christian Connolly and THE Tristan Slater who is out on the ring apron. Cable points over at Slater and talks smack towards Slater who simply smirks at John. Christian and Cable circle each other in the ring and when Cable’s back is to Slater we see Tristan jump into the ring and blast Cable from behind knocking John forward into a Superkick from Connolly! Christian makes a quick cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THR………
Cable kicks out but it’s Connolly who clubbers down with right hands to the face of Cable! Christian picks Cable up taking him back into the corner that houses Slater. He starts unloading with right hands as the referee lays the count to Connolly who backs out at the four count and as the referee admonishes Connolly Slater takes the tag rope and wraps it around the throat of Cable! The crowd boos intently as Slater chokes away at Cable only to remove the rope before the referee can turn around. Christian walks over tagging in Slater who steps through the ropes and into the ring. Slater brings Cable out with a snap mare take over followed by flipping over Cable snapping his head forward with a neck breaker.
ONE!
TWO!!!
THRE…………
Cable is out to a huge ovation from the crowd. Slater is back to a vertical base where he picks Cable up taking him back into a neutral corner with a knife edge chop. Slater fires Cable across the ring and into the opposite corner, Slater rushes into the corner looking for a running shoulder block! Cable side steps Slater sending Tristan smashing his right shoulder off the ring post! Cable pulled Slater out towards the center of the ring where he picks Slater up over his shoulder looking to deliver a shoulder breaker! Connolly enters the ring where he chop blocks the back of the right knee of Cable! The crowd boos as Connolly is admonished after he exits the ring. Slater immediately starts choking Cable with both hands across the throat which he breaks at the four count. Slater is back to his feet where he tags Connolly into the contest. Christian enters as he climbs the turnbuckles where he delivers a Senton Bomb across the chest of Cable! Connolly makes the cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!!
THRE…………
Cable kicks out to a huge ovation from the crowd. Connolly disputes the referee’s count before picking John up off the mat. Connolly takes Cable back into the ropes where he sends him across the ring, Cable reverses and it’s Connolly that bounces off the ropes and into a big boot to the face by Cable dropping Connolly, Cable bounces off the ropes delivering a leg drop across the throat of Connolly! Cable makes the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!!
Slater yanks Cable off the cover to loud boos from the crowd! The referee admonishes Slater who exits the ring. Cable reaches a vertical base where he swings at Slater on the ring apron, Slater drops to the floor avoiding contact! Cable gets rolled up by Connolly!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE………
Cable escapes and both men are back to a vertical base where they take each other down with a double clothesline!!
The crowd ERUPTS as ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE sprints down to the ring!!! Andy takes the corner of John Cable as the referee lays the count to both men who are laid out. Johnson is on the ring apron extending his hand out towards the ring! The referee reaches six as both Connolly and Cable start to stir! Slater is back on the ring apron with his hand extended out towards his partner!!
Both Cable and Connolly each start to crawl towards their respective corners with each man making the tag!!
Johnson-Page and Slater each enter the ring meeting in the center with a heated exchange of right hands!! Johnson gets the better of the exchange as he hammers away at Slater! The fans roar louder and louder with each shot as Johnson-Page takes Slater down with a double leg take down before snitching in a Figure Four Leg Lock!!
Connolly recovers in the corner where he comes into the ring to break the hold only to be cut off by Cable who takes him down with a double leg take down of his own before locking Connolly in a Figure Four Leg Lock!! Dueling Figure Four Leg Locks on both Connolly and Slater as the referee asks both men to surrender! They each refuses before rolling towards each other and Connolly breaks Johnson’s hold with a rake to the eyes while Slater does the exact same thing to Cable! Slater and Connolly reach a vertical base where they pick up their respective opponents. Slater looks to deliver the Flip Piledriver to Johnson which is countered with a back body drop! Connolly is sent over the top rope by Cable!! Andy picks Slater up off the mat where he hurls him towards Cable! Cable boots Slater in the midsection where he looks to deliver The Waking Nightmare! Slater counters out sending Cable smashing into Johnson which sends Andy back into a neutral corner while Slater hurls Cable out to the floor! Andy stagger out from the corner where he eats a boot to the midsection followed by the Flip Piledriver!! Slater makes the cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!!!
DING…. DING… DING….
WINNERS VIA PINFALL: THE TRISTAN SLATER and CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY
Slater turns around and catches a full on UNICORN STAMPEDE from Alyce.
BAXTER: Where did she come from?
DIAMOND: The Queen of Cheap Shots strikes again!
Alyce climbs the turnbuckle and does a moonsault on the fallen Slater! She pulls him up AND IS SPEARED into the corner by John Cable!
BAXTER: How dare he!
DIAMOND: The Man Beast making his presence felt!
Cable scoops up Alyce and slams her face first to the mat. He Irish whips her into the corner and comes in with another spear and Alyce manages to dive out of the way. Cable pulls himself from the corner and turns on Alyce...and Chris Page hurtles the barricade leveling Cable with a drop kick. Cable hits the ropes and somehow manages to get his arms tied into the ropes. Page begins to knee the Beast in the nose and HERE COMES ANDY JOHNSON! Page squares off with Johnson and the two begin to scrap and here comes MDK! MDK tears into Cable when he gets hit with a backstabber by Slater. MDK pitches over the ropes and lands hard on the floor. Cable manages to force himself free and begins punching Slater. And Alyce hits Cable with a chop block! Cable drops to one knee and Slater hits him with a kick that flops him onto his back. He raises both fists and slams them into the top of Alyce's skull. Alyce drops to the canvas. Slater prepares to stomp on her when Anarchy hits the ring. Brother Maylock pulls Cable from the ring and piledrives him into the floor. Jackdaw hits Andy from behind as Page and Jackdaw begin raining punches and kicks onto Page's wayward son. Lunacy blasts Slater with a dropkick that sends him to the floor. On the floor, Seth seems to be taking delight in beating Slater where Lunacy joins him. MDK rolls into the ring surveying the carnage. He backs into a standing Alyce and the both spin around fists at the ready. They hold their fists up, their eyes locked as Monday Night Brawl fades to black.