Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Aug 8, 2018 19:32:21 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENT'S
SUMMER MADNESS
8.6.19
WEMBLEY STADIUM
LONDON, ENGLAND
HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD versus THE SENTINEL
As we come from the intro, Sentinel is in the ring already preparing for the match to start and as the opening guitar riff to "Heaven" by Los Lonely Boyz blasts out on the PA system, Hawaiian Hardhead comes out, Hawaiian shirt straight form Margaritaville adorned as his top. The shades across his eyes block out the lights as he begins walking to the ring. He gets halfway down the ramp and then collapses to his knees with a stunned look across his face. Standing over him is Brother Maylock with a steel chair in hand!
The crowd boo as Sentinel moves towards the ropes and checks on his adversary but is then laid out with a steel chair shot from the Jackdaw! Maylock drags HHH up and tosses him against the guard rail and unleashes a flurry of left hands before picking up the steel chair again and connecting with a brutal shot straight to the forehead of the islander! Jackdaw is unleashing wild stomps to the Indonesian giant which knocks him into the corner. Jackdaw connects with a couple more chair shots before dropping the chair across the body of Sentinel and then climbs onto the middle turnbuckle, leaps off and drops a double stomp onto the chair that flattens the big man. The referee and other officials tend to him while Jackdaw rolls out of the ring with the chair in hand.
Diamond: “We have started this show with an assault on the opening combatants!
Jackdaw drags Hardhead up as Maylock drops the chair to the ground as HHH is hauled up into the air and the pair drop Hardhead across the steel chair with a 3D-esque Double team manoeuvre onto the steel chair!
Diamond: “Well I guess we know who’s behind this!”
M.D.K. strolls out to his music and stand in front of a dazed and semi-conscious Hawaiian Hardhead, looks him up and down and spits on him. The crowd are mixed in their reaction as they want to naturally boo him but he’s their hometown boy. He reaches the ropes and Jackdaw and Maylock hold the ropes open for him. He steps through the takes a microphone from the corner and paces around the ring.
M.D.K.: “Peons, peasants and pissants… you’re welcome.”
A reluctant pop rises up peppered with boos.
M.D.K.: “Tonight has no place for mediocrity, tonight has no place for time filler matches such as this. Tonight, you unwashed, bottom feeding masses will be given a feast… of bountiful proportions.”
Another pop from the fans. M.D.K. doesn’t quite know how to take it.
M.D.K.: “To stand in Wembley Stadium in front of eighty-thousand people is a dream that every English boy had growing up… well the ones who didn’t take part in poncey sports like Rugby… To feel the rush of this arena and to show you what a success looks like… to show you all what a winner looks like… and to show you all what a champion looks like.”
Applause from the crowd. A smile creeps across M.D.K.’s face.
M.D.K.: “Because the crayon chewing, WAG fucking football team will never fucking do it will they?”
Big wave of heat which M.D.K. drinks down greedily before continuing.
M.D.K.: “Tonight you will witness me carry the hopes of English sport on my shoulders alone. Our football team are nearly men, our rugby team are forgotten men and and cricket team are… well who fucking watches cricket anyway? You get to witness an Englishman walk into a high pressure sporting event… and walk out with the biggest prize in that sport; the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.”
A small group at the front lead an M.D.K. chant and he turns to them and places his finger on his lips to hush them.
M.D.K.: “I don’t need bandwagon hoppers thank you.”
He wafts them away and the crowd boo him a little more.
M.D.K.: “But please… WHEN I have my hand raised and my WGWF Championship rightfully returned to me, you should cherish that moment… Because once I am done here tonight at Summer Madness… I will be fucking off out of this fucking cold hole and heading back to Las Vegas where I am treated how a king should be treated; with respect, with fear and with adulation!”
Huge heat now from the crowd.
M.D.K.: “And if you expect the potato to work miracles again… think again. If you expect Alyce to pull a performance out of her ass… think again. And if you think that Tristan Slater can buck himself out of his slump and actually beat me… think again. I will be voting like you all did happily and voting Leave …”
An ‘asshole’ chant rises up as any discussion or mention of Brexit inevitably would. M.D.K. laps it up and continues.
M.D.K.: “I will be voting Leave… to Remain your WGWF World Heavyweight champion and in the process, I will render Starchylde, Slater and the Lackey truly… and utterly… INFERIOR!”
He drops the mic as Charlie Big Potato starts up again and Maylock and Jackdaw applaud him as he makes his way over to the ropes, out of the ring and back up the rampway as we cut to a advert for WGWF products.
YOU WASN’T THERE:
We cut backstage as there’s a HUGE ovation for Terry Borden who is stretching in preparations for his upcoming contest opposite John Tolly. Borden has on a yellow and red AMERICANMANIA tank top, red bandanna and yellow framed sunglasses with dark lenses. There’s another ovation as John Cable enters the screen.
JOHN CABLE- “Hey man.”
Terry shifts his attention towards John.
TERRY BORDEN- “What’s up brother?”
JOHN CABLE- “I missed you at the New Breed function man, just wondering why I never heard back from you? Everything alright?”
TERRY BORDEN- “I completely forgot to call you back, dude. I was tied up training Andy for tonight’s match against Silence.”
JOHN CABLE- “Oh, alright.”
TERRY BORDEN- “My fault… I’m sorry I missed it.”
JOHN CABLE- “As long as you’re good.”
TERRY BORDEN- “Never been better.”
JOHN CABLE- “Well alright… good luck tonight.”
TERRY BORDEN- “Good luck to you as well.”
The scene cuts back to ringside.
ERIK JOSTEN versus THE DARK TRUTH
Masters: The following contest is schedule for one fall with the only way to score a victory is to render your opponent unable to answer the referee call or to say the words 'I Quit'.
The Dark Truth enters the arena and casually makes his way down the aisle. He walks around the ring, basking in the hatred from the fans. He climbs in the ring as Masters finishes his ring intro. He tosses off his cape and waits for his opponent.
Erik Josten steps into the arena and wastes no time getting to the ring. He climbs in and goes straight for DT. They immediately starting trading fists as Masters quickly hops out the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Erik gets the upper hand and beats DT down until he pokes Erik in the eyes. DT gets on the offensive but Erik fights back and takes DT down with a DDT. Erik rolls out the ring and grabs a table from under it. He slides it in and sets it up in the corner. He goes a DVD into the table but DT escaped his clutches and rolls outside. Erik goes for the American Missle through the ropes but DT hops onto the apron to catch him and drill him with a DDT.
Truth goes on the attack, beating Josten around the ring. He throws him over the guardrail and for the next few minutes, they fight all around the crowd, hitting each other everything not nailed down. They finally make it back to the ring and DT rolls Erik in. Truth grabs the ring bell and follows him in. DT stays on the attack but Erik fights back. Erik goes for a suplex but Truth reverses into a brainbuster into the ring bell!
Diamond: Oh that can't be!!
Baxter: My Lord, he's risen from the dead!
Shawn Christopher grabs the mic from the referee.
SC: "Quit Erik! You know you want to! Just like you quit on your career! Just like you quit on me!"
Shawn pauses for moment to collect himself.
SC: "Just like this business quit on you! No one gives a shit about you! NON ONE CARES ABOUT YOU ERIK JOSTEN! (turns away from Erik and faces the crowd) I AM THE GREATEST SPORTS ENTERTAINER EVER IN THIS GODDAMNED SPORT AND EVERYBODY WANTS YOU TO FUCKING QUIT! And you know what's great.. that smoking hot bitch and ugly kid of yours get to sit back and see how pathetic you really are!"
Erik has pushed himself up to his knees and has a look of anger unlike we've ever seen. He snatches the mic from
Shawn.
Josten: "Go ahead, grab the bell! Grab the damn bell! I dare you to hit me! (slaps Shawn) You ain't got the fucking balls! Go ahead! (slaps Shawn) Go ahead! (Shawn goes and grabs the bell) Go ahead, DO IT! DO IT! You a real big tough guy, right?! DO IT! C'MON YOU MISERABLE BITCH!"
Shawn raises the bell up to strike, but Erik quickly rises with a vicious headbutt. Erik grabs the bell and takes the hammer out of it before throwing the bell down. He looks over at Shawn and grabs the mic.
Josten: "You wanna talk about my wife & kid? Aight. For that.. I'ma take your fucking eye out!"
Shawn frantically moves away Erik and tries to fight him off. Just as it looks like Erik is gonna drive the sharp edge into Shawn's eye, the Sentinel hops the barricade and slides in behind Erik. He grabs him by the waist and takes him over with a german suplex. Sentinel deadlifts Erik and suplexes him over again. He then picks Erik up and slings him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He then runs and slams Josten thru the table in the corner.
Josten isn't moving. Sentinel grabs Erik and Shawn sets up a chair in the middle of the ring. Sentinel sets Shawn right in front of the chair. Shawn sits down and puts Erik in a chinlock. After a few moments, the referee has no choice but to call for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Erik Josten was unable to answer the referee's call, therefore her-(Shawn snatches the mic)
SC: "Winner by chinlock! Winner by chinlock! Announce it proper!" (hands mic back)
Masters: ... the winner by chinlock, the Dark Truth.
SC celebrates in the ring, blowing kisses to the crowd while standing on the turnbuckle. Sentinel comes in behind him and hoists him onto his shoulder. He carries him around the ring as Shawn soaks in the hatred. He puts Shawn and Shawn demands the mic.
SC: "Pick him up, my Sentinel. Pick him up, my Sentinel."
Sentinel picks Erik to a seated position.
SC: "Erik, I vowed to end your life. But now, you.. are.. Sports Entertainment. (Shawn takes the mic like a sword and "knights" him) Welcome home.. my Citizen Truth."
Shawn drops the mic. SC and Sentinel exit the ring to even more boos than before.
NO FEAR.
The crowd roars with loud boos as Denise Essex is standing by in the Summer Madness interview area next to “Chronic” Chris Page.
DENISE ESSEX- “My guest at this time… “Chronic” Chris Page!”
There a smirk on Page’s face as he stands his hands resting on his hips.
DENISE ESSEX- “A little later tonight all the games come to an end when you step in the ring with Grimoire Xmyles in a Pure Wrestling Rules Match.”
CHRIS PAGE- “You’re right Denise, the time for games has almost come to an end and the moment that opening bell tolls playtime is going to be over and Grim is going to look across the ring into the eyes of the man that’s out played him every step of the way. You know, he asked what I get out of beating him… the answer, nothing. I’m a legend in this game and my track record speaks for itself. I’m not in this business because I have anything left to prove, I’m here because I choose to be here… I don’t have to be here. “
Chris states.
CHRIS PAGE- “And while Grim has no clue who I am or what I’m capable off when it comes to WRESTLING, I mean in his eyes I like to fight. Well brother, I wrestled WELL before I catered to fighting and the fact you aren’t aware of that tells me what I already know; I got you right where I want you, right in the palm of my hands.”
Chris looks down at Denise before turning and exiting the screen as we fade back to ringside.
TERRY BORDEN versus JOHN TOLLY
DING…. DING….. DING….
The bell sounds as a massive “BORDEN! BORDEN! BORDEN!” chant echoes throughout the Stadium as both Terry and Tolly start to walk out towards the center of the ring where there’s a lock up. Tolly takes control with a knee to the midsection before hurling Borden back into a set of buckles where he unloads with right hands to the face of Borden until called off by the official. The crowd boos as Tolly charges forward only to eat a reverse elbow before being taken down with a running clothesline from the corner by Borden! Terry drops an elbow before making a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!!!!
TH…..
Tolly kicks out. The crowd rallies behind Borden as he gets up. Tolly is picked up by Borden who delivers a hard right hand! Followed by a second and then a third backing John up into the ropes where Borden sends him across the ring, Tolly latches on to the top rope as Borden throws up a Big Boot of Doom attempt. Borden drops his foot back to the mat as Tolly comes forward with a boot to the midsection before locking a front face lock where he picks Borden up dropping him head first into the mat with a Brain Buster! Tolly pops back up off the mat where he delivers a running shooting star press on to Borden! Tolly makes the cover.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THR…………………………..
Borden kicks out of the near fall as we see Tolly back to his feet where he complains of a slow count before turning towards Borden where he lays the boots to Terry as the crowd boos loudly. Tolly reaches down picking Terry up where he hurls Borden through the ropes and out to the floor at the foot of the ramp. Tolly measures Borden and as he starts to get to his feet John runs forward where he spring boards off the top rope delivering a flying cross body block to Borden on the floor! The crowd pops for the high risk nature of the move which quickly divert to boos as Tolly starts choking Borden with both hands across the throat! He releases the choke as the referee lays the count to both men. Tolly is up where he picks Borden up and hurls him back into the ring. John climbs back up to the ring apron where he climbs up to the top turnbuckle where he comes off with a Frog Splash attempt! Borden rolls out of the way and ends up crashing and burning with Borden rolling out of the way to a pop from the crowd! Terry starts to work his way back to his feet where he reaches down picking Tolly up to a vertical base. Borden scoops Tolly up where he body slams him down to the mat. He drops an elbow before popping back up where a second elbow is delivered by Borden who pops back up off the mat where another elbow is dropped across the chest before another cover is made by Borden who hooks the near leg.
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE………………………..
John Tolly escapes the near fall as we see Borden get back to his feet. He reaches down picking Tolly up off the mat where he hurls him into a set of turnbuckles with Borden charging forward with a running clothesline smashing John back against the buckles! Borden locks a head looking for a Running ¾ Neck Breaker which see’s Tolly latch on to the top rope causing Borden to crash down on his back! Borden starts to get to his feet where he is met with a Yakuza kick by Tolly!! The crowd gasps with the impact! The crowd breaks out into boo’s as Tolly calls for this Champaign Dream! Tolly picks Borden up off the mat where he locks a front face lock before driving him into the mat with a FLOWING DDT! Tolly rolls Borden over making the cover and hooks the leg in the process!
ONE!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE………………………………………………………..
The Stadium erupts as Borden kicks out with authority and is quickly to both knee’s where he looks up at John Tolly who reaches his feet with a shocked look on his face. He comes forward with a right hand that brings Borden to one knee! Tolly drives a second right hand to the face! Then there’s a third that sends Tolly back into the ropes where he’s fired across the ring where he bounces off the rope and into the BIG BOOT OF DOOM! The crowd roars loudly as Borden bounce off the ropes where the ATOMIC LEG DROP OF DEATH is dropped across his throat! The crowd roars as Borden rolls into the cover hooking the near leg.
ONE!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
WINNER VIA PINFALL: TERRY BORDEN
London, England erupts as Borden is back to his feet where his arm is raised in victory! Borden twirls his right hand before placing it at his ear to a huge roar before posing as the scene fades.
SLATER and CONNOLLY ARRIVE:
We cut back to the loading area of the Stadium as there’s loud boos from the crowd with the emergence of THE Tristan Slater and the WGWF Intercontinental Champion Christian Connolly emerging from a stretch black limo followed by four of the hottest pieces of English ass you’re going to find, all dressed to kill.
Connolly carries the Intercontinental Championship over his right shoulder with a girl on each arm as Slater has the other two on his arms while spouting out.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Oh how great it’s going to feel to leave this building with the Intercontinental Championship and I’ll be leaving with the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship, all will be right with the world!”
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “Oh how business is going to pick up.”
We cut back to ringside.
WGWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
KYLE SHANE and JAMES RAVEN (c) versus LUNACY and SETH STEVENS
DING…. DING…. DING…..
The match starts off with James Raven for his team while Seth Stevens starts things off for Anarchy. They circle each other and lock up with Seth thumbing Raven in the eyes before they actually latch on to each other. Seth takes Raven back into the corner that houses Lunacy where he starts lacing Raven across the chest with chops across the chest while Lunacy has the tights of Raven unknown to the official. The referee lays the count to Seth who backs away at the four count. The referee admonishes Seth and while he does Lunacy wraps the tag rope around the throat of Raven and begins choking away at Raven!! The crowd reacts but as the referee spins around Lunacy has removed the tag rope from around Raven’s throat. Seth twists the right arm of Raven before making a tag to Lunacy. Lunacy steps through the ropes kicking Raven in the ribcage. Seth is out to the ring apron as Lunacy takes over with right hands to Raven. He takes him back into the ropes where he flings him across the ring, Raven bounces off the ropes ducking under a clothesline attempt, Raven bounces off the near side with a spinning heel kick to Lunacy bringing the crowd to their feet. Kyle reaches out for the tag as we see Raven back to his feet. He elects to pick Lunacy up off the mat where he delivers a Side Suplex to Lunacy! Raven makes the cover for the Champions
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!
THRE……………………..
Lunacy escapes the near fall as Kyle reaches back out for a tag. Raven doesn’t look towards the corner as he gets up and picks Lunacy up off the mat. He drives him back into a neutral corner where shoulder blocks to the midsection of Lunacy. Raven brings Lunacy out from the corner with a snap mare take over. Raven waits for Lunacy to get to his feet where he looks for a Superkick! Lunacy catches the foot of Raven where he spins him around in a complete circle before turning Raven inside out with a clothesline. Lunacy picks Raven up where he locks a front face lock where he walks back towards his corner for Seth to tag the back of Lunacy. Seth leaps up to the top rope where he comes off with a double ax handle across the back of Raven! Seth picks Raven up off the mat where he slams him before bouncing off the ropes delivering a Rolling Thunder to Raven! Seth makes the cover.
ONE!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE……………………………………..
Raven kicks out to a pop from the crowd. Kyle Shane continues to reach out for the tag as the crowd chants for him. Seth smirks as he reaches his feet. He heads back into a neutral corner where he leaps up to the top turnbuckle. Seth has Raven in his sights as he comes off the top rope with a 10 Star Frog Splash attempt! Raven rolls out of the way causing Seth to crash and burn to a huge pop from the crowd! Kyle Shane paces the ring apron before taking reaching back out towards the center of the ring! Seth starts to roll towards his corner as Raven begins to inch his way towards Kyle Shane! Seth makes the tag to Lunacy and as Raven makes a last ditch effort to tag Kyle we see Kyle yank his hand back! Kyle drops down to the floor looking at Raven as he screams out at him.
KYLE SHANE- “NOW YOU WANT TO TAG ME?!?!”
Kyle spits at Raven before turning his back on his partner! Kyle walks out on Raven leaving him for Lunacy who picks Raven up off the mat and drives him into the mat with Thorizine!! Lunacy turns towards his corner tagging Seth back into the match as he leaps up to the top rope where he successfully delivers the 10 Star Frog Splash across the sternum of Raven! Stevens holds for the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
WINNERS AND NEW WGWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: ANARCHY
The crowd roars with loud boos as Kyle Shane watches from the top of the ramp as Lunacy and Seth Stevens are awarded the WGWF World Tag Team Championship. They celebrate the victory as he scene cuts back to the locker room area.
WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
SILENCE (c) versus ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE
A piano is rolled out onto center stage and the lights start to dim. A man in a tuxedo comes out and sits down at the piano and starts to play “Sound of Silence” as the Monster Silence makes his way out onto the ramp to a chorus of boos. A spotlight follows him down to the ring, he slowly walks up the steel steps and gets into the ring.
“We WANT ANDY!!!!”
“WE WANT ANDY”
“Everyday Normal Guy” by Jon Lajoie blasts over the PA and the crowd goes wild. A sea of people wearing different colored blue shirts with a hashtag saying of #Monsterbeater! Andy appears on the top of his trademark surfboard that his wave of fans are crowd surfing him towards the ring. Andy is decked out in a Terry Borden inspired attire of red, white and blue, almost looking like Uncle Sam, top hat and all! Andy gets up on the apron and before he can get into the ring, Silence boots him in the face sending him back into his sea of fans who all fall down like pins being smashed by a bowling ball. Silence slides out of the ring and starts to throw all the blue t-shirt wearers into the crowd and they start to flee from the monster. Andy jumps on Silences back and throws a weak choke hold on him.
Silence chuckles to himself and walks with Andy down towards the ring. Andy gets off and pushes Silences face first into the ring post! Andy slides into the ring and tells the referee to call for the bell!! Silence stands up and looks into the ring and he’s busted open!! Silence touches his forehead and looks at his hand to see it’s now red… Silence is pissssssed! Silence slides into the ring and charges at Andy, Andy ducks the hail mary clothes line, bounces off the ropes and missile dropkicks Silence in the chest, but this time it doesn’t move Silence! Andy gets up and before he can get out of dodge, Silence scoops him up and body slams him down to the mat with a loud thud! Andy rolls around holding his back. Silence pulls Andy back up to his feet by his trunks and clotheslines him, folding him up like a lawn chair. Silence chuckles to himself as he wipes his own blood off on his pants. Silence gets down for the pin.
1…
2…
Andy gets his foot up onto the rope. Silence smiles and pulls Andy up to his feet and launches him into the corner of the ring. Silence goes to the opposite corner and charges over and crushes Andy with a big body splash. Andy falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Silence gets out onto the apron and waits for Andy to turn around before landing an axe handle smash to the head of Andy. Silence picks up Andy again. This time he hoists him over his head and starts to pump Andy up and down, then finally drops him face first onto the barricade. Silence throws his hands up in the air and yells, “I’M THE MAN!!!!” to a Andy Johnson fan in the front row. Silence turns his attention back to Andy but he’s not there. Silence looks all around and can’t see Andy! Andy pokes his head out from the opposite side of the ring. Silence now sees him and starts to run around the ring trying to catch Andy. Andy starts to sprint. He then slides into the ring, and then slides out of the ring as Silence is gaining on him. Andy quickly jumps up onto the barricade and springboards back at Silence with a clothesline that catches Silence off guard knocking him down to the ground. Andy slides into the ring and plays to the crowd as Silence is shaking off the cobwebs on the outside of the ring. Silence slide into the ring just as Andy gets outside on the apron and Andy once again springboards into the ring, trying to knock Silence off balance, but this time Silence bats him out of the air like a fly, smashing him down to the mat. Silence covers Andy again.
1…
2…
KICKOUT! Silence can’t believe it! He’s furious! He pulls Andy up by his trunks again and puts his hands around his neck. He lifts him up and Andy bites Silence’s hand to make him let go. Andy lands on his feet and starts throwing punching combos that have Silence reeling towards the corner. Andy steps back. He is going to try it?! Andy grabs Silence, he scoops him up… failed body slam attempt as Silence it too massive for Andy. Andy holds his back as Silence chuckles and throws down a big forearm to the back of Andy. Silence irish whips Andy into the ropes and hits him with a big back body drop. Silence is starting to take over as now he’s focusing in on Andy’s back. He slams repeated stomps onto the back of Andy as he’s trying to get up. Silence finally allows Andy to get to a knee… He throws a punch. Andy starts to shake his head and he gets up and starts shaking. Silence looks at the crowd. Andy tells him hit him again. Silence does! Andy is shaking and walking around the ring like somebody we all know. Silence goes to hit him again and connects…. YOU!!!! Andy points at Silence! Silence swings again but is blocked by Andy. Andy starts firing off lefts and rights. He whips Silence and hits him with a jumping knee that puts him down to the mat! Andy bounces off the ropes and hits…. THE ATOMIC LEGDROP!!! Andy pins Silence!!!
1…
2…
DING DING DING!!! What the hell is going on?!!
This match has reached it’s TIME LIMIT! So therefore, STILL your WGWF Television Champion!!!! SILENCE!!!
The crowd reigns down with boos as Andy can’t believe it. He slides out of the ring and goes over to the announce table. He starts talking but before he can turn around Silence is right there with a chair and bounces it off of Andy’s head! Silence throws Andy back into the ring. Silence gets back into the ring with the chair. Andy gets to his feet…. BAM! Another chair shot that slams off the cranium of Andy and this one left some damage! Andy is now bleeding as well. Silence takes his hand and takes the blood off Andy’s face and smears it on his chest. Silence throws down the chair and grabs Andy by the neck and delivers a mega choke slam onto the crumpled chair. Silence slides out of the ring and grabs the WGWF Television Title. Andy is almost to his feet and just as soon as he is, he’s planted by Silence with the TV title! Silence hoists the belt over his head and puts his foot on Andy’s chest as Sounds of Silence plays… Silence makes his way over to the ropes, he’s about to exit but still sees that Andy is still moving. Andy gets to his knees and flips the double birds at Silence. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHEN TO STAY DOWN, DO YOU?!” yells the angry giant Silence! Silence gets back into the ring and grabs Andy by the throat once again and gets him to his feet in one swift motion…
Wait just a minute!!
The massive crowd roars as TERRY BORDEN emerges out to the top of the ramp huffing and puffing as he starts to make his way towards the ring! He’s seen enough! Silence waits before slowly starting to back away just as Terry Borden reaches ringside and climbs up on the ring apron. Borden throws the finger point over the top ropes at Silence to a “YOOOOOUUUUUU” from the crowd! Terry Borden steps through the ropes and into the ring as we see Silence step over the top rope across from Borden and out to the ring apron where he drops down to the floor as the crowd roars wildly as Borden rips off his AMERICANMANIA tank top as he walks across the ring towards Silence who is on the floor! Borden throws the shirt down into the face of the Monster to a thunderous ovation…
Borden suddenly turns around bouncing off the ropes dropping the ATOMIC LEG DROP OF DEATH across the throat of Andy Johnson!!
WHAT THE HELL!!??!!??!!
There’s a complete and total hush that falls over the crowd as jaws have just hit the floor! Terry Borden works his way back to his feet as The Monster Silence has a smirk on his face while stepping back up to the ring apron where he steps over the top rope and back into the ring! Terry Borden and Silence HIGH-FIVE each other! The stadium erupts with massive boos from the crowd as Terry stands back while Silence reaches down picking Andy up off the mat. He hurls him up over his shoulder before running forward driving Andy violently into the mat with a Running Powerslam! Terry Borden bounces off the ropes dropping another ATOMIC LEG DROP OF DEATH across Andy’s throat!!
The crowd can’t believe what they’re seeing as the crowd continues to roar with massive boos!
Terry Borden and Silence start to pose as trash is hurled towards the ring. Terry looks down at Andy and spits down on top of him to throw further insult to injury before both he and Silence leave with the TV Title. There’s no words from Borden and both he and Silence walk back up the ramp. Jaws are dropped in the crowd as the scene fades backstage.
WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP
ONE FALL TO A FINISH AND THERE MUST BE A WINNER
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY (c) versus CHRIS DORLING
...their anticipation is finally vented in the form of one mammoth roar that belongs in the Gladiatorial coliseums of old. The despicable actions of the Connolly/Slater tandem having enraged the WGWF fans since their inception, and Connolly is forced to have to listen to large sections of the crowd chant his opponent's name.
With the echo of the bell drowned out by the crowd, Dorling shoots off his blocks, rushing across the ring...
...leaping and drilling Connolly with a pump dropkick to the chest, sending in flying in the corner.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
In the blink of an eye, violent jeers turn to rousing cheers.
"DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING!"
As Alexis protests on the outside to a wholly unsympathetic referee, Connolly grabs the back of his head and staggers back to the corner, reeling off the string of the a-list curse words. Kipping up in the time it takes a camera flash to ignite and diminish, the King of Vegas accelerates into action, sprinting into the corner where Connolly resides and leaping at him with both knees, driving them into his sternum. As gravity manages to reach up and take hold of even him, Chris keeps his knees up and grabs around Connolly's head, dropping and impaling his chest with an Inverted Lungblower.
Winded, Connolly bounces back off the King of Vegas' knees and onto his feet, about half a second before he joins him.
Hacking away at Connolly's toned torso, Dorling fires off a trio of Snap Kicks that impact against the muscle, and echo out around the arena. A Spinning Back Kick follows, crunching into the Legacy's abdominal, forcing him to double over so she can almost behead him with a scything back-flip, bringing him right foot down hard across the base of his skull.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Dropping down onto his front, Connolly gives his head a quick shake to merge his double-vision, only for the King of Vegas to trigger a barrage of camera flashes as he takes to the air. Flinging himself up above Connolly, the Greatest Man releases his wound body into a Corkscrew, before crashing down across Connolly's spine with a Senton. Rolling back to his feet, facing away from his grounded opponent, he again launches into the air, this time tucking into a 450.
"DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING!"
Deciding not to roll Connolly over to cover, knowing it will take more than his early burst to keep him down, Dorling hops up, keeping himself out of Connolly's sight as he rises.
Before Alexis can tell Connolly where he is, the King of Vegas rushes up behind Connolly... only for the Legacy to suddenly snap his body around 180, as if he could sense his presence. Unfortunately for him, he's already launched when he turns, and both his feet are forcefully thrust into his chest with a running Pump Dropkick that again jettisons all the air held in Christian's lungs.
Sent stumbling back into the corner, the King of Vegas having literally taken his breath away, Connolly watches on as CD again charges at him. Tumbling into a handspring somersault, the King of Vegas launches himself at Connolly and thrashes a leg out to again try and behead him, but the wily Connolly manages to gather his senses and deftly roll out under him. Facing an upside-down crash landing with the turnbuckles, CD desperately reaches out for the ropes, somehow managing to swing himself down onto the apron.
As Connolly springs back to his feet, the King of Vegas springboards with a spin onto the top cable, facing the fans, before completing the rotation as he flies off to hook the risen Christian's head. Completing another whole rotation to make it up to 720, Chris goes to spike the Legacy into the canvas with a DDT, only for him to simply push him off. For a split second they’re face-to-face, a stand-off, but it's the King of Vegas who draws first, whipping his body back to score with a Moonsault Kick to Connolly's jaw, snapping his head back.
Diamond: I can pretty much guarantee that Christian Connolly was NOT expecting this when he arrived tonight!
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Sent reeling back by the impact, Connolly tumbles out through the ropes, landing dazed on the mats outside.
Backing away across the ring, the King of Vegas keeps Connolly in his sights, ignoring Banks as she checks on her charge. With his crosshairs flashing red, Dorling rebounds off the ropes, building up speed before he again begins his tumble, riding the spring of the twisting somersault up over the top rope. Plummeting down towards Connolly with a Space Flying Tiger Drop, CD somehow manages to ensnare Connolly's neck with his legs, turning it into a Space Flying Tigercunrana.
"HOLY SHI-"
But, as he snaps his body back, Connolly cements his shoes, keeping him upright so he can forcefully swing Dorling's prone body into the barricade.
Baxter: And, thus, all is right in the world once again.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
As CD's head limply thwacks against the barrier, Connolly releases him, leaving the challenger in a crumpled heap at his feet. Stretching himself back upright and shaking off the aches from the King of Vegas' kicks, Connolly looks down at his opponent, a menacing grin growing. With only a gesture of the head and movement of the eyes, he directs Alexis to occupy the official, making sure he won't have to worry about a 10-count.
Grabbing a handful of hair, Connolly pulls the stunned King of Vegas up and pushes him against the barricade. Grabbing the bottom half of his face between his right thumb and hand, he pushes his upper-body back, forcefully leaning over him to whisper something in his ear that the mics around ringside can't pick up... then drives his knee harshly into his stomach. A winded wheeze proceeds a spluttering cough, before a second knee from Connolly almost sends an internal organ bursting out of his back.
"FUCK YOU CONNOLLY! FUCK YOU CONNOLLY! FUCK YOU CONNOLLY! "
He tightens his grip, puckering his lips and staring straight into his pained eyes, before driving a third knee into his stomach.
"FUCK YOU CONNOLLY! FUCK YOU CONNOLLY! FUCK YOU CONNOLLY! "
Releasing him, Connolly watches the King of Vegas drops to his knees, dry-heaving after a short-but-violent coughing fit. Having delivered whatever message he needed to deliver, Christian calls Alexis back over to him, allowing the referee to then begin his ten count. As Alexis reaches him, Connolly pushes CD onto his back with his boot, before stomping viciously down onto her stomach, before stepping up to stand on him. Forming a two-person huddle with Alexis, The Legacy takes a few moments to discuss tactics, before finally stepping off a gasping Chris.
With a handful of hair and waistband, Connolly tosses CD back in under the bottom rope, then methodically makes his way up the ring steps, before stepping in between the ropes.
As a winded Dorling staggers up, Connolly simply strides right up to him, assisting with a handful of hair, and anchoring upright by standing on both feet. Just as Chris sweat from his face, Connolly connects with an elbow, dropping CD back, but keeping his feet planted. Knowing his moves, Dorling manages to land in a bridge, avoiding over-stretching his leg muscles. Much to Connolly's apparent disdain, CD strains his stomach muscles by arching back to her feet. Angered, Connolly grabs him by the head and connects with a string of punishing forearms, keeping him held up by the head until he's ready to drop.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Staring right into his eyes, Connolly then releases Chris' head, letting him drop.
Closing his eyes and waiting for the scream of someone whose muscle has been ripped from the bone, Connolly's face sours as Chris refuses to give him the satisfaction, again somehow managing to bridge himself to relive the pressure. But in negating the move, he leaves himself open to another brutal stomp from Connolly, which he gladly delivers to his stomach. Losing the calm and serene demeanour that usually accompanies his brutality in the ring, a sneering Connolly hurriedly drags the King of Vegas up, then hurls him into the ropes. As he rebounds, the Cadillac of Wrestling steps up to him, propelling the King of Vegas high into the arena air, before stepping aside and watching him plummet a good 10-feet front-first down into the canvas.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
A grin of satisfaction creeping back across his face, Connolly folds his arms as he watches Chris crawl back to his knees, then takes a kick at his side, rolling him.
Again, Chris crawls to his knees, but again Connolly takes a kick at her ribs, then another to roll him nearer the ropes. Struggling to breathe, a wheezing Chris once more refuses to stay down, getting back to his knees, forcing Connolly to shake his head, as if he's only making it worse for himself. Pacing a few steps back, Connolly scuffs his mark on the canvas, before striding back to Chris and kicking a field goal up into his ribs, sending him up and onto the top rope, from which he tumbles back down to the mats below.
Looking pretty chuffed with the move, Connolly looks over the top rope and down at the curled-up Dorling below.
Hearing Connolly drop down beside him, Dorling throws a right hand at him in desperation, only for Connolly to catch the arm and trap it in a half-nelson. Before he can get into a position to fire off a kick, Connolly using the underhook to help lift him up, then drop him down into a Gutbuster. Not letting Chris fall, Connolly reaches around and tightly clamps him in a gutwrench. Plucking him up off his feet, Connolly violently shakes him in the Gutwrench lift, before dumping him down onto the mats with the Suplex.
Shooting the referee a poisoned glare, just so he knows that the counting is getting annoying, Connolly rolls in and out, breaking it.
Pulling Dorling to his feet, Connolly ducks down and hoists him up onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry... then, without warning the fans in the first row, tosses Chris off stomach-first onto the barricade. With the King of Vegas draped over the barrier, Connolly simply grabs him by both feet and harshly yanked him off and down onto the mats. Keeping a hold of his right foot, the Legacy drags him towards the ring post, pulling him foot up to hook it over and around the bottom rope and turnbuckle, hanging him upside down.
With the muscles in his right leg being strained, Connolly lands a couple of stomps to the thigh, then to the back of the knee.
Seeing him backing away to take a run-un for another kick, Dorling lets out a pained growl as he tries to pull himself up using just the one leg, but has to abort the move as he feels the muscles almost rip his leg apart. Checking his run half-way, Connolly can't help but chuckle, as if he knew giving him those few seconds to act would have that exact result. Unhooking Dorling's foot, Connolly takes a seat on the barricade, watching as his opponent struggles to rise on his right leg, and still can't take a full breath because of his ribs.
As he goes to slide back into the ring, Connolly drops off the barrier and grabs him around the ankles, not allowing him to get away from him.
Hopping up onto the apron, Connolly takes Chris' feet and weaves them around the bottom rope, then hooks them over the middle rope. Before he can worm his way back out of the ropes, Connolly shoots into the ring and grabs Dorling around both wrists, pulling him forward so the ropes snap shut, locking his ankles in. Hearing Chris try and keep the pain silent, he drops back, torturing the King of Vegas as he stretches his body out, the ropes no longer having any give in their tort state.
With the ropes in play, the referee can't ask for the submission, and instead has to begin a count of five for the Legacy.
As the time ticks down, Connolly somehow manages to pull tighter, his body now only remaining in it's lounged position due to his grip on his wrists... and he finally gets his scream, a wail, telling of every stretched muscle and ligament.
Finally, the referee reaches five, and Connolly releases Chris' wrists, and he's yanked back towards the ropes as he drops face-first onto the canvas. Mocking his opponent, Connolly mimics being out of puff, having to take a seat on the middle rope and have Alexis pass him a towel to mop his brow. With the crowd on his case, The Legacy pulls himself back to his feet, then does a few basic stretches just to antagonise them even further.
With Chris still down, Connolly grabs a foot and drags her to the middle of the ring, further infuriating the fans by checking the distances around him to make sure he is dead-centre. With a hold on both feet, he pulls him legs up, taking a kick to the hamstring of each, before singling out the right leg once again. Another stomp the hamstring weakens the leg further, before he then flings the foot back along Chris' body, trying to stretch the muscle beyond breaking-point... only for the King of Vegas to rise his assist and roll back through onto his feet.
Out of instinct, he surges forward to knee Connolly in the head, but the Cadillac of Wrestling is one step ahead of her. Weaving his head out of harm’s way, Connolly catches him around the back of his knees, yanking the King of Vegas off hps feet. Trying to entwine his legs for a Texas Cloverleaf, Connolly stoops forward for leverage, but Dorling shows there's still some fight left in him by pushing his body up off the mat and locking his feet around Connolly's neck.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Having caught him in a Triangle Choke, the King of Vegas grinds his teeth through the pain and he hooks his legs even tighter, and strains his stomach by pulling as hard as he can on Connolly's trapped arm. With the pressure building in his head beginning to be felt, a purple-faced Connolly tries to dead-lift Dorling, which he manages at the second attempt, albeit his feet looking less-than-firm beneath him. Despite being lifted up off the canvas, Dorling remains hanging from his neck, becoming dead-weight his oxygen-starved opponent has to carry.
"TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!"
With a defiant roar, Connolly recoils his trapped arm, using it to lift the King of Vegas up into a seated position on his shoulders.
Before Connolly can send him forcefully back down to the canvas, the King of Vegas unhooks his legs and drops, catching Christian's head in a clinch as he falls. Yanking down on his head, Chris thrusts his right knee up, crunching it against the top of his left eye's socket. The blow stunning the Legacy for just long enough to score with another, he continues to cycle, the point of his knee smashing eye socket, forehead, and bridge of nose.
"KILL HIM IN THE FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!"
After five knees from Dorling, Connolly drops to his, allowing the King of Vegas to swat his head to the side as she connects with a Spinning Back Kick to the jaw.
Holding his side as he heaves in a lungful of air, Chris looks down at a kneeling, groggy Connolly, before connecting with a double-hit Roundhouse Kick that sends him flopping to the side and across the middle rope. Heading to the corner, the King of Vegas goes to spring up onto the top rope, but his limited mobility only gets him as far as the middle. Having the climb up the extra step, the King of Vegas crouches on the top turnbuckle, before leaping off at the prone Connolly, driving both feet down between his shoulder blades with a Double Stomp.
"HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!"
Grabbing the top rope, the King of Vegas manages to bring himself to a halt, but at the expense of again straining his side.
With Connolly limply hanging across the middle rope, the King of Vegas drops down to ringside, before hurling herself up into the highest vertical leap he can muster, cracking his foot against Connolly's temple with an Enziguri Kick. Dropping down to the mats, Dorling manages to land in a roll, rising back to his feet and dropping against the barricade as Connolly stumbles back from the ropes and collapses. Adrenaline counteracting the pain, Dorling climbs to the apron, then springboards onto the top rope, riding the cable's bounce to fly off into another Double Stomp, this time targeting the stomach and chest.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
With the Legacy convulsing on the canvas, Dorling drops down, hooking the far leg with his arm, and the near leg with his own.
"ONE!
TWO
TH-NO!"
As Connolly kicks out, Chris drops onto his back, staring up at the lights as he still struggles to get enough oxygen into her lungs.
Unwisely, Dorling's showy side kicks back in and he kips back up to his feet, the effects immediately registering on his face. Waiting for Connolly to rise, he holds his ribs and shakes his right leg loose, but when Christian reaches his knees, he flicks back into action mode. Rebounding off the ropes, he rushes up behind Connolly, then plants his left palm into the canvas. Using it as a pivot, Chris swings through with both feet, smashing them into the Legacy's face with a Handstand 619.
"DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING!"
As Connolly is knocked flat, Chris lands crouched, before setting off once more for the ropes. Leaping onto the middle cable, he flings himself off into a Asai Kneedrop. With not enough spring in his body to make it all the way to Christian, the King of Vegas has to think fast to avoid landing on his head, and reaches out with his hands, using his arms to extend the reach of the move as his knees crunch down into Connolly's abdomen.
Again he hurriedly covers, hooking both legs.
"ONE!
TWO
T-NO!"
Despite having gone for close to an hour against Connolly just months ago, the King of Vegas looks like he's running on fumes against Connolly this time around.
Scraping the sweat from his face, Dorling climbs back to his feet, beckoning the already-rising Connolly to do so. Dropping into his kick-stance, Chris goes into targeting mode, only for Connolly to surge forward and connect with a slap across his face. He retaliates with a hard Snap Kick to his knee, almost buckling it, only for him to swat his head aside with a backhanded strike. Drawn into the striking battle, Chris arcs his leg up and across Connolly's jaw with a Roundhouse Kick, only to get bloody saliva spat back in his face, letting the King of Vegas know exactly what Connolly thinks of him.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Wiping his spit from his face, Chris then goes back to the knee, scoring with a trio of Snap Kick that come close to folding the joint back on itself. A further two Snap Kicks impact off Connolly's chest, before he pulls his head down into another Muay Thai knee, then connects with a Spinning Backfist, sending the groggy Legacy staggering back against the buckles.
Knowing this might be his last chance unless his second wind is more of a hurricane, Dorling pursues Connolly into the corner, hopping up onto the middle rope.
Hooking around his head, then under his arm, Chris locks his fingers like a seatbelt across Christian's chest, before running around the ropes and leaping off, going to spike his unsupported head into the canvas. But, despite Chris hanging off him, a spinning Connolly remains on his feet, rotating through 180 degrees before dropping to one knee, flinging the King of Vegas down into a Backbreaker.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
After bouncing off his knee, a pained Dorling arches his back off the canvas, only for a fuming Connolly, bleeding from his lip, to pummel his body with an unrelenting string of kicks that flatten him out limply. Having brought Dorling back down to earth with his kicking, the Legacy turns to stomping, his boot crashing down all over Dorling's body as he tries to curl up to protect himself from the blows. As a stomp makes its way through crumbling guard, connecting to the face, Connolly follows it in with a high leaping Kneedrop.
With a crazed look in his eyes, Connolly wipes the blood from his lips, then uses it to draw a target on his forehead, to which he delivers a second, brutal Kneedrop.
Taking slow, deep breaths, Connolly rises back to his feet, looking down at the unconscious form of Chris Dorling, the man everyone has been relying on to throw him off his throne. Despite the King of Vegas already being unconscious from his violent assault, Connolly isn't done, and reaches down to grab his head.
Pulling Chris back to his feet, Connolly supports his lifeless frame, again whispering something to him, before clamping him in a double underhook. Connolly cinches in his grip, before dropping backwards and spiking him with a Crowning Glory.
The already limp frame of the King of Vegas slithers flat against the canvas once again.
Remaining seated, Chris sprawled face-first on the canvas between his legs, Connolly puts both hands behind his head, mimicking lounging back.
As the jeers continue to cascade down the rows of fans towards him, Connolly rolls Dorling over and covers, reaching between his legs to hold him far arm down at the wrist.
"ONE!
TWO
THRE-NO!"
Just as the referee's palm is about to hit canvas for the three, Connolly hooks Chris' arm and rises, in one motion lifting him up, before again drilling her down with a Crowning Glory. Dusting his hands off, Connolly mimics closing the eyes of a recently deceased Dorling, then spins on top of him. With his shins pinning him shoulders down, Connolly drops his head back, arms outstretched.
"ONE!
TWO
THREE!!!"
As the bell rings, Connolly remains atop of Dorling, basking in his messiah-esque pose.
WINNER and STILL WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION... CHRISTIAN CONNNNNNNOOOOLLLLLLLLLYYYYY!!!
The jeers raining down on the ring drown out 'I Hope You Suffer' as it starts back up, accompanying Alexis Banks back into the ring so she can pose with the victorious Connolly. In Banks' hands is a steel chair. She looks down at Connolly before handing him the chair. Connolly smirks before getting up off Dorling and taking the chair.
Connolly looks down at the fallen Dorling who is starting to stir. He takes the chair back over his head and slams it down onto Dorling leg. Then again... and again... and again! Dorling screams in agony as Connolly tosses the chair aside and raises his fists in victory as we see THE Tristan Slater emerge out to the top of the ramp giving his protégé a standing ovation as history has just been made and Christian Connolly has become the longest reigning WGWF Intercontinental Champion of all time alongside being one half of the longest reigning World Tag Team Champion as well.
PURE WRESTLING RULES
CHRIS PAGE versus GRIMORE XMYLES
DING…. DING…. DING….
The crowd roars at the sound of the opening bell as we see Chris Page and Grim circle each other before locking up center ring. Page quickly transitions into a back waist lock where he picks Grim up before planting him down on the mat on his chest. Page floats over into a front face lock where he starts slapping Grim across the back of the head. The crowd boo’s intently as Page reaches his feet looking down at Grim as he gets to both knee’s.
CHRIS PAGE- “DO YOUR HOMEWORK GRIM! I WAS A WRESTLER WAY BEFORE I WAS A FIGHTER!”
Grim works his way back up to a vertical base where they once again start to circle each other and they lock up once again where they look to lock up only to see Grim latch on to Page’s throat with both hands across the throat to a roar from the crowd! Grim backs Page up into a neutral corner with a choke and immediately the referee starts to lay the count to Grim who breaks at the four count. Grim smirks as he back tracks towards the center of the ring as Chris looks towards the referee lashing out at him.
CHRIS PAGE- “THAT’S NOT PURE WRESTLING!”
The referee informs Page that Grim broke at the four count.
Page shakes his head as he walks out towards the center going face to face with Grim, neither man showing any fear. They back away before locking up center ring. Jockeying for position it’s Page who takes a side head lock only to be hurled towards the ropes where he bounces off into a Sleeper Hold by Grim! The crowd pops but its Page that counters with a jaw breaker with the momentum sending Grim back into the ropes. Page is to his feet where he charges towards Grim with a clothesline only to be elevated over the top rope and out to the floor with a back body drop!
Perhaps now is good time to remind everyone that a Pure Wrestling Rules Match is a match that is fought under Wrestling Rules; Grim has 10 seconds on the floor.
Grim looks out across the crowd before looking down at Page on the floor! Immediately Grim slides out under the bottom rope where he stomps away at Chris Page to a huge ovation from the crowd! Grim picks Page up off the floor before bouncing him head first off the ring steps! The referee counts both men as Grim takes notice of the four count before driving Page face first off the ring steps a second time before taking Chris and hurling him back into the ring under the bottom rope well before the ten count followed by Grim who is first to his feet. He picks Page up off the mat where he scoops him up and body slams him to a huge pop from the crowd. Grim does a victory lap around the ring with the wrestling move performed. Grim reaches down picking Page up where he’s met with a right hand to the midsection. Page lands a second and then a third before lunging up with a front waist lock followed by a Release Over Head Belly to Belly Suplex! Chris makes a cover hooking a near leg.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
THR……………………….
Grim kicks out of the near fall. Chris is to his feet where he reaches down picking Grim up off the mat by the hair. He turns and points drawing the referee’s attention elsewhere before mule kicking Grim in the groin! The crowd roars with boo’s as Grim falls back to the mat unknown by the referee. Page comes forward where he lays in the boots to Grim. Page reaches down picking Grim up off the mat lacing him across the chest with a knife edge chop before taking him back into the ropes. He hurls him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Page drops his head and it’s Grim who plants Page with a Implant DDT! Grim rolls Page over making the cover.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!
THRE…………….
Page kicks out to a reaction from the crowd. We see Grim is the first to his feet where he picks Page up before taking him back into a neutral corner. Grim climbs up on the middle turnbuckle where he starts hammering down with right hands to the head and face of Chris Page!! The referee lays the count to Grim who steps down at the eight count. Grim brings Page out towards the center of the ring where he delivers a swinging neckbreaker. There’s another cover.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!
THRE…………………………..
Page kicks out to another reaction from the crowd. Grim is the first to his feet where he picking Page up and sends him into the ropes, Page bounces off the ropes ducking under a clothesline where he takes a back waist lock on Xmyles. Page peels off a German Suplex! He doesn’t release his grasp as he rolls through picking both himself and Grim up off the mat where a second German Suplex is delivered and once again Page rolls through picking himself and Grim up off the mat when suddenly the LIGHTS GO DARK!!! The crowd comes alive with anticipation as the blackout lasts for several seconds before the lights draw back up revealing a figure dressed in all black with a mask covering his face and a steel chair in hand. Page still has a front waist lock on Grim only to shove him forward towards the figure who waffles him directly in the face with a baseball like swing from the steel chair!!!
DING…. DING…. DING…..
WINNER VIA DISQUALIFICATION GRIMOIRE XMYLES
Chris stands in the ring look over at the man in black. The figure snatches the mask off to reveal ADAM BARKER!!
Adam tosses the chair over to Page who has a smirk on his face! Adam goes into his jacket pockets where he retrieves a pair of handcuffs! Barker then handcuffs Grim’s hands behind his back before picking him up off the mat for Page to deliver a savage chair shot to the unprotected head of Grim! Grim drops to one knee as Page delivers an even more vicious shot to the unprotected skull of Grim knocking him down to the mat busting Grim wide open! The ploy of Adam Barker and Chris Page has come full circle as Chris tosses the chair back to Adam Barker as Grim slowly starts to work his way to a seated position on the mat for Adam Barker to deliver the knock out blow to bloody face of Grim!!
Chris Page drops down to his chest where he gets as close to Grim’s face as he can before stating.
CHRIS PAGE- “Nobody is scared, Grimoire.”
Chris seriously states.
CHRIS PAGE- “Bring your worst.”
Chris reaches down rubbing Grims bloody face with the palm of his right hand. He takes that very palm rubbing it over his face before stepping back up to a vertical base where both he and Adam stare down at Grim to massively loud boos from the crowd.
MAIN EVENT:
WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
VACANT
FATAL FOUR WAY ELIMINATION
MDK versus THE TRISTAN SLATER versus JOHN "THE BEAST" CABLE versus ALYCE STARCHYLDE
All four contenders circle each other as the bell rings and M.D.K. looks over at Alyce and nods to her and smiles and the pair bump knuckles. Cable looks over at Slater and The Glorious One simply raises his middle finger at the Man Beast and Cable turns and lays into Slater with a flurry of lefts and rights that backs Slater into the corner. Alyce and M.D.K. watch on with a smirk on their faces and as Cable drops Slater onto his backside, Alyce sneaks up on Cable from behind but as she does, M.D.K. grabs her by her hair and yanks her down to the mat and the crowd lose their mind! She looks up at M.D.K. in disbelief and he stares at her with a cold look in his eyes as she looks up at him stunned. M.D.K. looks at her with a sneer and mouths the words ‘you asked me to go hold back.’ as Cable looks over at M.D.K. stunned and a shocked grin is etched on the face of Slater.
Alyce rolls to her feet and starts to brawl with M.D.K. as Cable turns back to Slater and continues to put the boots into him. Alyce goes to back M.D.K. into the corner but the King grabs her by her neck, spins her around and dumps her into the corner and unleashes a flurry of body blows before he side steps as Cable charges in from behind and flattens Starchylde! M.D.K. goes behind The Man-Beast and wraps up the waist only to be met with a back elbow to the side of his head. Cable turns around and delivers a head-butt to the bridge of the Hall of Famer’s nose who staggers back into a waist-lock from Slater that he floats into a German suplex with a bridge!
1!
2!
But M.D.K. pops out as Cable is turns around and shoved square in the chest by Alyce. He looks down at her and chuckles before she delivers a slap across the face of the Man-Beast! He charges forwards and Starchylde boots him in the knee that stalls him and allows her to hop onto the middle turnbuckle and hits a quick tornado DDT! Cable rolls into a seated position and Slater is already charging into the ropes and hits a running drop-kick into the chest of the Oil City native who gets flattened. Slater stands up and poses for the crowd before coming face to face with Starchylde and the crowd pop at the Wrestle Wars rematch!
Before they can collide though, M.D.K. pops to his feet and charges forwards to deliver a stiff double clothesline to both combatants and points to his temple with a smirk on his face as the crowd mostly boos. He walks over to Alyce and points at her and the crowd give little reaction, he walks over to the still dazed Cable and points at him and the crowd give a little pop and he then walks over to Slater and as he does, the crowd give a huge pop to encourage the pair of them to face off. M.D.K. simply drives the heel of his boot into the side of Slater’s head before going over to Alyce and dragging her to her feet.
M.D.K. drives a couple of forearms into the jaw of Alyce before man-handling her in the centre of the ring. He looks out to the crowd and shouts, “This is what she wanted!” before locking up her arm and snap suplexing her in the middle of the ring. He rolls to her feet again and drags Starchylde up as well and delivers a second snap suplex. He casually rises to his feet again and hauls a dazed Alyce to her feet again and this time lifts her up and stalls the vertical suplex in the air for what feels like an eternity before being caught with a running knee from Cable that cuts the stall short and leaves Alyce on top of the former champion! The ref makes the count!
1!
But M.D.K. powers out with authority and launches Alyce into the air. Cable makes his way over to M.D.K. as he gets to his feet and meets him with a knee to the jaw that sends the King of the WGWF reeling backwards. Cable stomps forwards and stands over M.D.K. and looks down at him with a furious look etched across his face. He talks some trash but his eyes widen in horror as Slater is up and rolls him up from behind!
1!
2!
But Cable powers out quickly and rolls to his feet as well as Slater and the pair charge at each other and the Man Beast almost turns his former partner inside out with a violent lariat! Cable takes a deep breath as M.D.K. is back to his feet and spins Cable around and delivers a flurry of quick fire left hands before spinning on the spot and hitting a big discus right hand that forces the big man to lean against the ropes. M.D.K. backs into the middle of the ring and screams the word “lackey” before charging at his rival but Cable ducks the charge and sends the Englishman over the top rope but onto the apron. Cable takes a swing at his rival but M.D.K. ducks but Cable swings backwards and cracks M.D.K. with a backhanded shot. The former Champion sways on the apron as Cable steps through the ropes and climbs onto the apron. M.D.K. catches a glimpse of Cable at the last minute as the Man Beast charges towards him, lifts him up and spear tackles him off of the apron and straight onto the steel steps!
Crowd: “Holy shit! Holy shit!”
M.D.K. is flat out on the steel steps and Cable can’t quite compose himself either as officials check on both men. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Alyce is up to her feet as is Slater and the Red Queen of the WGWF brawls with The Glorious One and backs him into the corner. She delivers a few forearms to Slater before whipping him across the ring but Slater is able to reverse it and lifts her up in one fluid movement and drops Starchylde with a Samoan Drop! Slater pops to his feet and poses for the crowd before turning back to Alyce and beckons her to get to her feet. When she remains curled up on the mat, Slater furrows his brow and kicks at her to get up. She still doesn’t move and Slater moves towards her and leans down and as he does, Starchylde grabs him around the neck and bites down hard on the nose of Slater and manages to draw blood!
Slater stumbles backwards with a horrified look on his face as Alyce climbs to her feet and charges forwards and delivers a running Red Queen head-butt. Slater staggers backwards into the corner and Alyce charges forwards for the Unicorn Stampede but as she presses her knees into Tristan’s chest, he jams a thumb into her eye and she tumbles backwards and Slater follows up with a sickening European uppercut that sends her further backwards into the middle of the ring allowing Slater to charge forwards and hit a running flip pile-driver on Starchylde! Slater poses for the crowd, drops one knee across the throat of Alyce and makes the cover!
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3!
Masters: “Alyce Starchylde has been eliminated!”
Slater smirks as Cable climbs into the ring and stalks his former friend from behind. Slater backs up as Alyce is helped from the ring and his eyes widen in surprise as he realises that the man-beast is behind him. He turns around and the pair square off as the crowd go ballistic! The pair talk trash to each other before Slater slaps Cable across the face and the big man is unmoved. He wipes at his lip and checks for blood before delivering a stunning uppercut that almost takes The Glorious One off of his feet! Cable grabs his adversary and charges him into the corner and delivers a series of shoulder charges into the midsection of his former friend before lifting Slater up and dumping him onto the top rope! He climbs up to the top with him and stands over his staggered foe before delivering a series of right hands that the crowd count along with!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, OH!
Slater delivers a low blow that knocks the wind out of the lungs of the man who would be champion before head-butting Cable and climbing to be standing on the top rope alongside the big man. The Man Beast is trying to get his breath back as Slater delivers a couple of right forearm shots to Cable’s massive head before wrapping up the head of the Mandingo Man Beast and launches himself off of the top rope with a tornado DDT but Cable is able to throw Slater off of him at the last moment. Slater looks stunned and wobbles on his feet for a moment before his shock turns to horror before seeing John Cable launch himself off of the top rope with a flying shoulder tackle from the top rope that flattens Slater! The big man makes a quick cover!
1!
2!
But Slater is able to pop the shoulder up at the last moment! Cable looks upset and glares down at his former friend before climbing to his feet only to crash back down to the mat courtesy of a chop block to the back of his knee from behind from a recovered M.D.K.!
Cable clutches at his knee and M.D.K. goes to town on it with a flurry of violent stomps that force Cable into the corner. He tries to cover up but M.D.K. uses the rope to leap into the air and drive double stomps onto the knee of the Man Beast! The 3 time champion then presses his boots into the knee socket of Cable while using the ropes as leverage until the referee forces him off of him. M.D.K. shrugs his shoulders and slides out of the ring before pulling Cable’s tree trunk legs over the edge of the ring apron and slamming it across the hard edge of the ring. He then pulls the legs of Cable either side of the ring post and grabs each of the Man Beast’s feet and throws himself backwards to make a wishbone out of the groin of Cable!
Satisfied with his work on the big man, M.D.K. climbs onto the apron to re-enter the ring but Slater is up and hits a running dropkick to the shins of the King of the WGWF that knocks him back to the ground outside. M.D.K. looks livid and slaps the apron with both hands but before he can climb back into the ring, Slater holds onto the top rope and swings himself through the middle rope and delivers a double foot to the chest of his fellow Hall of Famer! M.D.K. tumbles backwards and hits the guard wall and Slater - blood still across his nose - turns back to the ring, climbs onto the middle rope, then the top rope and leaps from the ring with a flying, moonsault that flattens the Englishman against the wall!
The crowd are in amazement at the athleticism of the Glorious One as replays show the manoeuvre again and again as Slater recovers and delivers a casual kick to Cable as he leans against the apron before he turns back to his long term rival and shouts out that this is for last year before hitting a running knee that crushes the cranium of M.D.K. against the guard wall and the normally present grin of Slater is replaced with a look of furious intensity as drags M.D.K. up and slaps him across the face and talks more trash about not avoiding him now. He leads the Englishman over to the steel steps and slams him face-first onto them before delivering a horrible 12-6 elbow to the back of his head.
Slater drags M.D.K. back up by his head and stands atop the ring steps and with that look of intensity across his face, delivers a brutal DDT on M.D.K. that sends the Englishman’s skull into the steel steps with a sickening thud! The crowd can’t help themselves but boo as a groggy Slater stands up and taunts his fallen foe. Before he can do anything else though, he is thrown into the guard rail himself as the massive frame of Cable is back up and has launched himself through the middle ropes with a suicide dive that looked like a cruise missile had just struck the Glorious One!
The crowd can’t help but start up a ‘Holy Shit’ chant as Cable slowly climbs to his feet and beats his chest to work the crowd into a frenzy! He takes a couple of stomps to the chest of Slater before picking him up and connecting with an inverted atomic drop! Slater slumps against the guard wall and Cable charges forwards but Slater dips the shoulder and sends Cable up and over the wall into the crowd with a big back body drop!
Slater stands up and points at his temple ala M.D.K. and looks at the Englishman as he starts to slowly stir. He hollers over at his adversary, “I hope you’re mummy isn’t here to see this…” before charging across for a running curb stomp onto M.D.K. across the steel steps but M.D.K. rolls out of the way and Slater’s foot meets nothing but steel and wobbles on the spot and winces as he feels his ankle! M.D.K grabs the waist of Slater as he wobbles and spins him around before driving him into the concrete flooring! M.D.K.’s eyes are wide with fury as he looks down at Slater who is gasping for air as the Englishman asks Slater to say what he said again. Slater can’t speak though and M.D.K. drags Slater up by his neck and delivers and brutal head-butt to the bridge of Slater’s already bloodied nose. Slater looks stunned as M.D.K. grabs the leg that Slater wobbled on and lifts him into the air before delivering a shin-breaker to the Glorious One who howls in agony. M.D.K. takes a step back and just boots at the already damaged ankle that just flattens Slater.
He stands with that look of rage still etched across his face before unleashing a torrent of stomps to the ankle of his rival before picking up his leg and delivers a DDT to the leg by wrapping his arm around the leg of Slater and drives it into the steel step! Slater howls in pain and convulses from the impact as the referee checks on him. M.D.K. barges the referee out of the way though and sits on the leg of the dazed Tristan Slater and grabs it with both hands. It’s not initially clear what he is doing but he soon had Slater’s boot removed which he holds high before dragging it off the steel steps… and sandwiches it BETWEEN the steel steps.
The crowd and the officials all wave their hands at M.D.K. to beg him to stop this as he climbs onto the ring apron. He looks down at Slater who looks up at his foe and holds up his hands wearily to try and discourage M.D.K. from doing what he’s about to do. M.D.K. ignores them all though and charges across the apron and hits a running senton onto the steel steps and thereby crushing the ankle of The Glorious One! M.D.K. stands over the shaking and screaming Slater as the referee calls over other officials and they all push M.D.K. out of the way as medics tend to him and his injured ankle. M.D.K. looks baffled as the referee tells him that he as gone too far. M.D.K. is backed up by the officials as EMTs come down to help Slater. M.D.K. backs into the guard wall looking stunned at his actions with that look of rage still etched across his face though.
That look is changed to surprise though as Cable pops up and grabs M.D.K. from behind and wraps an arm around the neck of the Englishman! M.D.K. is able to spin clear but Cable swings a mighty paw at the Hall of Famer and connects with the side of his head and sends him tumbling backwards. Slater climbs back over the guard wall and looks over at Slater who is now being carefully loaded onto the stretcher and moved away up the ramp by medics as Cable looks on. The referee waves his hands away and encourages Cable to carry on with the match. He obliges by dragging M.D.K. up and clubbing him over the back of the head and throws him at the ring apron as Donald Masters takes the microphone.
Masters: “Tristan Slater has been declared medically unfit to continue!”
Cable turns to Masters as he says this and then back to M.D.K. who has disappeared under the ring! Confused, the Man Beast lifts up the apron and looks for M.D.K. to no avail before stomping around the ring and lifts up the next edge of the apron only to find nobody home. He is starting to look increasingly annoyed as he trudges along to the other edge of the ring and lifts up the apron to find nothing again. The crowd pops in excitement too late for Cable to realise that M.D.K. has emerged from the entry point and is behind Cable with a kendo stick in hand!
M.D.K. wallops Cable with the stick which fractures on impact. Cable drops to one knee and M.D.K. hits him again with it only for it to break in half over the broad back of the Man Beast. Cable looks enraged and stands up to full height and charges forwards at a fearful M.D.K. who drops down and hits a big spine-buster onto the hard edge of the ring apron that leaves the Oil City native slumped against the edge of the ring. M.D.K. stands over him and unleashes a flurry of right hands to the forehead of Cable before holding him by the face and screams at him to just give up and die. Cable defiantly spits in the face of M.D.K. who stumbles away, wipes the spit away and allows the red mist to descend again. He charges forwards and stomps a mudhole into the chest of the Mandingo before backing up to the guard wall and charges forwards to deliver a running knee to the chest of Cable but the Man Beast pops up first and lifts M.D.K. up high and hotshots him over the bottom rope!
The Hall of Famer is essentially hung across the bottom rope and his legs kick and flail as he struggles to breathe! Cable climbs onto the ring apron and smiles as M.D.K.’s face is beet red before Cable charges along the apron and aims a running boot at the neck of M.D.K. and connects that sends M.D.K. slumping to a heap on the outside.
Cable jumps down and drags M.D.K. back up and into the ring. He clobbers him and he hauls him back to his feet and whips him into the corner, M.D.K. reverses it though and it’s Cable who crashes in. M.D.K. follows up with a splash but Cable catches him in mid air and drops him with a single arm uranage! Cable drops down and makes the cover!
1!
2!
But M.D.K. is able to pop the shoulder up at 2! Cable looks frustrated and sits up with a weary shake of his head. He drags M.D.K. up and delivers a European uppercut that sends him backwards towards the corner. Cable follows up M.D.K. into the corner but the Hall of Famer slides out of the way and wraps up the waist of Cable but the Man Beast holds onto the top turnbuckle defiantly. M.D.K. heaves and strains to no avail as Cable swings an elbow back at M.D.K. but misses and M.D.K. goes for a belly to belly suplex that Cable is able to block and counter with a jaw-breaker! M.D.K. stumbles backwards into the corner and then charges forwards with an irritated look as Cable drops the shoulder and lifts M.D.K. into the Torture Rack position! He looks to complete the Darkest Hour when M.D.K. slides off of the back of the Man Beast and spins him around and drops him with a HellShot! M.D.K. keeps the arms wrapped around the neck of Cable and turns it into the Mancuerda (STO into Koji Clutch) and wrenches on the neck of Cable and howls at him to give up.
Cable roars in pain and defiance as the referee checks on Cable to see whether he wants to continue. Cable refuses to give up as his face turns red as the oxygen is driven from his body. Like a snake with its prey, M.D.K. wraps himself around the body of the Man Beast and demands that he gives up. He tells him to give up like everyone in his life has given up on him. He tells him to give up like Jessica gave up on life.
This is enough to evoke a wide eyed trance state of fury from Cable who suddenly reaches into the air and feeds off of the crowd’s energy who are urging him on. He slowly crawls to his knees with M.D.K. still attached and starts to drag his body over to the bottom rope while M.D.K. yells at him to just give up. Cable won’t though and he grips onto the mat and slides closer to the ropes and as he does, M.D.K. rolls through and sends him further away from the ropes. The crowd’s hope fades as does Cable’s vital signs as the hold is locked in. The referee checks on the hand of Cable and lifts it up. It falls. He lifts it for a second time and it falls. The referee lifts it for a third time and drops it…
And we have life! The crowd get behind Cable as M.D.K. howls at him to stop fighting back and that it isn’t fair. Cable drags himself closer to the ropes again and as M.D.K. rolls through again, Cable holds M.D.K. in place and makes a snap pin!
1!
2!
3!
Yes!
No!
M.D.K. is able to burst free while the crowd is convinced that it was a three, the referee raises two fingers to indicate that it was definitely a two count. Cable roars in frustration at the referee but before he can react, M.D.K. is up and spins him around and drops him with a second HellShot! Cable’s cranium bounces off of the canvas as a groggy M.D.K. rolls Cable over and makes the pin!
1!
2!
3!
M.D.K. screams as Cable pops the arm up at the very last second. M.D.K. stands up and argues with the referee and backs him into the corner. The referee defiantly holds up the two fingers at M.D.K. to indicate that it was a two count and a disgusted M.D.K. clears his nostrils across the shirt of the referee as he turns back to Cable and drags his dead weight up. As Cable climbs to one knee, M.D.K. leaves him in the middle of the ring, points to his foot, points to the sky and charges into the ropes. He dashes forward to deliver a running Yakuza kick but Cable catches him with a boot to the mid-section and a quick Waking Nightmare (Pedigree) out of nowhere! Cable drops down, hooks the leg and makes the cover!
1!
2!
3!
New Champ!
But the referee stops at 2! Cable looks like he is about to explode as he looks at the fearful referee who simply points to the boot of M.D.K. casually draped across the bottom rope to break the cover! Cable holds his head in his hands and remains on his knees as he looks to the sky for answers. The Man Beast climbs to his feet unsteadily and pulls M.D.K. up with him. He hoists him onto his shoulders and sets up the torture rack. He bounces his rival across his shoulders and roars for M.D.K. to just give up. He launches his adversary into the air to complete the Darkest Hour but before he can hit the cradle brain-buster, M.D.K. shifts his weight and turns it into a momentum enhanced, spinning HellShot that sends Cable sprawling face first into the mat at high impact! M.D.K. hooks the leg!
1!
The crowd are counting alone!
2!
Cable isn’t responding!
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Donald Masters: “And the winner of the match… AND NEW… WGWF World Heavyweight Champion… M… D… K!”
The crowd try to boo but the home-town hero energy is just too much and they stand to applaud and cheer the stunned M.D.K. who just remains flat on his back for a moment and looks up at the lights. Charlie Big Potato plays as he is helped to his feet by the referee and has his arm raised and the World Heavyweight Title handed back to him. He cockily kisses it before dropping to his knees and lets the emotion and the roar of the crowd chanting “That was awesome” and looks deeply emotional as his music continues to play.
He climbs to his feet and climbs onto one of the turnbuckles and drapes it over his shoulder and taps it before looking down the camera and mouths the words “This is MY title!” as the credits roll.
SUMMER MADNESS
8.6.19
WEMBLEY STADIUM
LONDON, ENGLAND
HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD versus THE SENTINEL
As we come from the intro, Sentinel is in the ring already preparing for the match to start and as the opening guitar riff to "Heaven" by Los Lonely Boyz blasts out on the PA system, Hawaiian Hardhead comes out, Hawaiian shirt straight form Margaritaville adorned as his top. The shades across his eyes block out the lights as he begins walking to the ring. He gets halfway down the ramp and then collapses to his knees with a stunned look across his face. Standing over him is Brother Maylock with a steel chair in hand!
The crowd boo as Sentinel moves towards the ropes and checks on his adversary but is then laid out with a steel chair shot from the Jackdaw! Maylock drags HHH up and tosses him against the guard rail and unleashes a flurry of left hands before picking up the steel chair again and connecting with a brutal shot straight to the forehead of the islander! Jackdaw is unleashing wild stomps to the Indonesian giant which knocks him into the corner. Jackdaw connects with a couple more chair shots before dropping the chair across the body of Sentinel and then climbs onto the middle turnbuckle, leaps off and drops a double stomp onto the chair that flattens the big man. The referee and other officials tend to him while Jackdaw rolls out of the ring with the chair in hand.
Diamond: “We have started this show with an assault on the opening combatants!
Jackdaw drags Hardhead up as Maylock drops the chair to the ground as HHH is hauled up into the air and the pair drop Hardhead across the steel chair with a 3D-esque Double team manoeuvre onto the steel chair!
Diamond: “Well I guess we know who’s behind this!”
M.D.K. strolls out to his music and stand in front of a dazed and semi-conscious Hawaiian Hardhead, looks him up and down and spits on him. The crowd are mixed in their reaction as they want to naturally boo him but he’s their hometown boy. He reaches the ropes and Jackdaw and Maylock hold the ropes open for him. He steps through the takes a microphone from the corner and paces around the ring.
M.D.K.: “Peons, peasants and pissants… you’re welcome.”
A reluctant pop rises up peppered with boos.
M.D.K.: “Tonight has no place for mediocrity, tonight has no place for time filler matches such as this. Tonight, you unwashed, bottom feeding masses will be given a feast… of bountiful proportions.”
Another pop from the fans. M.D.K. doesn’t quite know how to take it.
M.D.K.: “To stand in Wembley Stadium in front of eighty-thousand people is a dream that every English boy had growing up… well the ones who didn’t take part in poncey sports like Rugby… To feel the rush of this arena and to show you what a success looks like… to show you all what a winner looks like… and to show you all what a champion looks like.”
Applause from the crowd. A smile creeps across M.D.K.’s face.
M.D.K.: “Because the crayon chewing, WAG fucking football team will never fucking do it will they?”
Big wave of heat which M.D.K. drinks down greedily before continuing.
M.D.K.: “Tonight you will witness me carry the hopes of English sport on my shoulders alone. Our football team are nearly men, our rugby team are forgotten men and and cricket team are… well who fucking watches cricket anyway? You get to witness an Englishman walk into a high pressure sporting event… and walk out with the biggest prize in that sport; the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.”
A small group at the front lead an M.D.K. chant and he turns to them and places his finger on his lips to hush them.
M.D.K.: “I don’t need bandwagon hoppers thank you.”
He wafts them away and the crowd boo him a little more.
M.D.K.: “But please… WHEN I have my hand raised and my WGWF Championship rightfully returned to me, you should cherish that moment… Because once I am done here tonight at Summer Madness… I will be fucking off out of this fucking cold hole and heading back to Las Vegas where I am treated how a king should be treated; with respect, with fear and with adulation!”
Huge heat now from the crowd.
M.D.K.: “And if you expect the potato to work miracles again… think again. If you expect Alyce to pull a performance out of her ass… think again. And if you think that Tristan Slater can buck himself out of his slump and actually beat me… think again. I will be voting like you all did happily and voting Leave …”
An ‘asshole’ chant rises up as any discussion or mention of Brexit inevitably would. M.D.K. laps it up and continues.
M.D.K.: “I will be voting Leave… to Remain your WGWF World Heavyweight champion and in the process, I will render Starchylde, Slater and the Lackey truly… and utterly… INFERIOR!”
He drops the mic as Charlie Big Potato starts up again and Maylock and Jackdaw applaud him as he makes his way over to the ropes, out of the ring and back up the rampway as we cut to a advert for WGWF products.
YOU WASN’T THERE:
We cut backstage as there’s a HUGE ovation for Terry Borden who is stretching in preparations for his upcoming contest opposite John Tolly. Borden has on a yellow and red AMERICANMANIA tank top, red bandanna and yellow framed sunglasses with dark lenses. There’s another ovation as John Cable enters the screen.
JOHN CABLE- “Hey man.”
Terry shifts his attention towards John.
TERRY BORDEN- “What’s up brother?”
JOHN CABLE- “I missed you at the New Breed function man, just wondering why I never heard back from you? Everything alright?”
TERRY BORDEN- “I completely forgot to call you back, dude. I was tied up training Andy for tonight’s match against Silence.”
JOHN CABLE- “Oh, alright.”
TERRY BORDEN- “My fault… I’m sorry I missed it.”
JOHN CABLE- “As long as you’re good.”
TERRY BORDEN- “Never been better.”
JOHN CABLE- “Well alright… good luck tonight.”
TERRY BORDEN- “Good luck to you as well.”
The scene cuts back to ringside.
ERIK JOSTEN versus THE DARK TRUTH
Masters: The following contest is schedule for one fall with the only way to score a victory is to render your opponent unable to answer the referee call or to say the words 'I Quit'.
The Dark Truth enters the arena and casually makes his way down the aisle. He walks around the ring, basking in the hatred from the fans. He climbs in the ring as Masters finishes his ring intro. He tosses off his cape and waits for his opponent.
Erik Josten steps into the arena and wastes no time getting to the ring. He climbs in and goes straight for DT. They immediately starting trading fists as Masters quickly hops out the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Erik gets the upper hand and beats DT down until he pokes Erik in the eyes. DT gets on the offensive but Erik fights back and takes DT down with a DDT. Erik rolls out the ring and grabs a table from under it. He slides it in and sets it up in the corner. He goes a DVD into the table but DT escaped his clutches and rolls outside. Erik goes for the American Missle through the ropes but DT hops onto the apron to catch him and drill him with a DDT.
Truth goes on the attack, beating Josten around the ring. He throws him over the guardrail and for the next few minutes, they fight all around the crowd, hitting each other everything not nailed down. They finally make it back to the ring and DT rolls Erik in. Truth grabs the ring bell and follows him in. DT stays on the attack but Erik fights back. Erik goes for a suplex but Truth reverses into a brainbuster into the ring bell!
Truth screams at Erik to quit as the referee checks on him. Then in a fit of rage, the Dark truth tears at the back of his mask before ripping it off and throwing it to the mat. He flicks his head back and the world gets a good look of the man behind the mask...
Diamond: Oh that can't be!!
Baxter: My Lord, he's risen from the dead!
Shawn Christopher grabs the mic from the referee.
SC: "Quit Erik! You know you want to! Just like you quit on your career! Just like you quit on me!"
Shawn pauses for moment to collect himself.
SC: "Just like this business quit on you! No one gives a shit about you! NON ONE CARES ABOUT YOU ERIK JOSTEN! (turns away from Erik and faces the crowd) I AM THE GREATEST SPORTS ENTERTAINER EVER IN THIS GODDAMNED SPORT AND EVERYBODY WANTS YOU TO FUCKING QUIT! And you know what's great.. that smoking hot bitch and ugly kid of yours get to sit back and see how pathetic you really are!"
Erik has pushed himself up to his knees and has a look of anger unlike we've ever seen. He snatches the mic from
Shawn.
Josten: "Go ahead, grab the bell! Grab the damn bell! I dare you to hit me! (slaps Shawn) You ain't got the fucking balls! Go ahead! (slaps Shawn) Go ahead! (Shawn goes and grabs the bell) Go ahead, DO IT! DO IT! You a real big tough guy, right?! DO IT! C'MON YOU MISERABLE BITCH!"
Shawn raises the bell up to strike, but Erik quickly rises with a vicious headbutt. Erik grabs the bell and takes the hammer out of it before throwing the bell down. He looks over at Shawn and grabs the mic.
Josten: "You wanna talk about my wife & kid? Aight. For that.. I'ma take your fucking eye out!"
Shawn frantically moves away Erik and tries to fight him off. Just as it looks like Erik is gonna drive the sharp edge into Shawn's eye, the Sentinel hops the barricade and slides in behind Erik. He grabs him by the waist and takes him over with a german suplex. Sentinel deadlifts Erik and suplexes him over again. He then picks Erik up and slings him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He then runs and slams Josten thru the table in the corner.
Josten isn't moving. Sentinel grabs Erik and Shawn sets up a chair in the middle of the ring. Sentinel sets Shawn right in front of the chair. Shawn sits down and puts Erik in a chinlock. After a few moments, the referee has no choice but to call for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Erik Josten was unable to answer the referee's call, therefore her-(Shawn snatches the mic)
SC: "Winner by chinlock! Winner by chinlock! Announce it proper!" (hands mic back)
Masters: ... the winner by chinlock, the Dark Truth.
SC celebrates in the ring, blowing kisses to the crowd while standing on the turnbuckle. Sentinel comes in behind him and hoists him onto his shoulder. He carries him around the ring as Shawn soaks in the hatred. He puts Shawn and Shawn demands the mic.
SC: "Pick him up, my Sentinel. Pick him up, my Sentinel."
Sentinel picks Erik to a seated position.
SC: "Erik, I vowed to end your life. But now, you.. are.. Sports Entertainment. (Shawn takes the mic like a sword and "knights" him) Welcome home.. my Citizen Truth."
Shawn drops the mic. SC and Sentinel exit the ring to even more boos than before.
NO FEAR.
The crowd roars with loud boos as Denise Essex is standing by in the Summer Madness interview area next to “Chronic” Chris Page.
DENISE ESSEX- “My guest at this time… “Chronic” Chris Page!”
There a smirk on Page’s face as he stands his hands resting on his hips.
DENISE ESSEX- “A little later tonight all the games come to an end when you step in the ring with Grimoire Xmyles in a Pure Wrestling Rules Match.”
CHRIS PAGE- “You’re right Denise, the time for games has almost come to an end and the moment that opening bell tolls playtime is going to be over and Grim is going to look across the ring into the eyes of the man that’s out played him every step of the way. You know, he asked what I get out of beating him… the answer, nothing. I’m a legend in this game and my track record speaks for itself. I’m not in this business because I have anything left to prove, I’m here because I choose to be here… I don’t have to be here. “
Chris states.
CHRIS PAGE- “And while Grim has no clue who I am or what I’m capable off when it comes to WRESTLING, I mean in his eyes I like to fight. Well brother, I wrestled WELL before I catered to fighting and the fact you aren’t aware of that tells me what I already know; I got you right where I want you, right in the palm of my hands.”
Chris looks down at Denise before turning and exiting the screen as we fade back to ringside.
TERRY BORDEN versus JOHN TOLLY
DING…. DING….. DING….
The bell sounds as a massive “BORDEN! BORDEN! BORDEN!” chant echoes throughout the Stadium as both Terry and Tolly start to walk out towards the center of the ring where there’s a lock up. Tolly takes control with a knee to the midsection before hurling Borden back into a set of buckles where he unloads with right hands to the face of Borden until called off by the official. The crowd boos as Tolly charges forward only to eat a reverse elbow before being taken down with a running clothesline from the corner by Borden! Terry drops an elbow before making a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!!!!
TH…..
Tolly kicks out. The crowd rallies behind Borden as he gets up. Tolly is picked up by Borden who delivers a hard right hand! Followed by a second and then a third backing John up into the ropes where Borden sends him across the ring, Tolly latches on to the top rope as Borden throws up a Big Boot of Doom attempt. Borden drops his foot back to the mat as Tolly comes forward with a boot to the midsection before locking a front face lock where he picks Borden up dropping him head first into the mat with a Brain Buster! Tolly pops back up off the mat where he delivers a running shooting star press on to Borden! Tolly makes the cover.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THR…………………………..
Borden kicks out of the near fall as we see Tolly back to his feet where he complains of a slow count before turning towards Borden where he lays the boots to Terry as the crowd boos loudly. Tolly reaches down picking Terry up where he hurls Borden through the ropes and out to the floor at the foot of the ramp. Tolly measures Borden and as he starts to get to his feet John runs forward where he spring boards off the top rope delivering a flying cross body block to Borden on the floor! The crowd pops for the high risk nature of the move which quickly divert to boos as Tolly starts choking Borden with both hands across the throat! He releases the choke as the referee lays the count to both men. Tolly is up where he picks Borden up and hurls him back into the ring. John climbs back up to the ring apron where he climbs up to the top turnbuckle where he comes off with a Frog Splash attempt! Borden rolls out of the way and ends up crashing and burning with Borden rolling out of the way to a pop from the crowd! Terry starts to work his way back to his feet where he reaches down picking Tolly up to a vertical base. Borden scoops Tolly up where he body slams him down to the mat. He drops an elbow before popping back up where a second elbow is delivered by Borden who pops back up off the mat where another elbow is dropped across the chest before another cover is made by Borden who hooks the near leg.
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE………………………..
John Tolly escapes the near fall as we see Borden get back to his feet. He reaches down picking Tolly up off the mat where he hurls him into a set of turnbuckles with Borden charging forward with a running clothesline smashing John back against the buckles! Borden locks a head looking for a Running ¾ Neck Breaker which see’s Tolly latch on to the top rope causing Borden to crash down on his back! Borden starts to get to his feet where he is met with a Yakuza kick by Tolly!! The crowd gasps with the impact! The crowd breaks out into boo’s as Tolly calls for this Champaign Dream! Tolly picks Borden up off the mat where he locks a front face lock before driving him into the mat with a FLOWING DDT! Tolly rolls Borden over making the cover and hooks the leg in the process!
ONE!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE………………………………………………………..
The Stadium erupts as Borden kicks out with authority and is quickly to both knee’s where he looks up at John Tolly who reaches his feet with a shocked look on his face. He comes forward with a right hand that brings Borden to one knee! Tolly drives a second right hand to the face! Then there’s a third that sends Tolly back into the ropes where he’s fired across the ring where he bounces off the rope and into the BIG BOOT OF DOOM! The crowd roars loudly as Borden bounce off the ropes where the ATOMIC LEG DROP OF DEATH is dropped across his throat! The crowd roars as Borden rolls into the cover hooking the near leg.
ONE!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
WINNER VIA PINFALL: TERRY BORDEN
London, England erupts as Borden is back to his feet where his arm is raised in victory! Borden twirls his right hand before placing it at his ear to a huge roar before posing as the scene fades.
SLATER and CONNOLLY ARRIVE:
We cut back to the loading area of the Stadium as there’s loud boos from the crowd with the emergence of THE Tristan Slater and the WGWF Intercontinental Champion Christian Connolly emerging from a stretch black limo followed by four of the hottest pieces of English ass you’re going to find, all dressed to kill.
Connolly carries the Intercontinental Championship over his right shoulder with a girl on each arm as Slater has the other two on his arms while spouting out.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- “Oh how great it’s going to feel to leave this building with the Intercontinental Championship and I’ll be leaving with the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship, all will be right with the world!”
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY- “Oh how business is going to pick up.”
We cut back to ringside.
WGWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
KYLE SHANE and JAMES RAVEN (c) versus LUNACY and SETH STEVENS
DING…. DING…. DING…..
The match starts off with James Raven for his team while Seth Stevens starts things off for Anarchy. They circle each other and lock up with Seth thumbing Raven in the eyes before they actually latch on to each other. Seth takes Raven back into the corner that houses Lunacy where he starts lacing Raven across the chest with chops across the chest while Lunacy has the tights of Raven unknown to the official. The referee lays the count to Seth who backs away at the four count. The referee admonishes Seth and while he does Lunacy wraps the tag rope around the throat of Raven and begins choking away at Raven!! The crowd reacts but as the referee spins around Lunacy has removed the tag rope from around Raven’s throat. Seth twists the right arm of Raven before making a tag to Lunacy. Lunacy steps through the ropes kicking Raven in the ribcage. Seth is out to the ring apron as Lunacy takes over with right hands to Raven. He takes him back into the ropes where he flings him across the ring, Raven bounces off the ropes ducking under a clothesline attempt, Raven bounces off the near side with a spinning heel kick to Lunacy bringing the crowd to their feet. Kyle reaches out for the tag as we see Raven back to his feet. He elects to pick Lunacy up off the mat where he delivers a Side Suplex to Lunacy! Raven makes the cover for the Champions
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!
THRE……………………..
Lunacy escapes the near fall as Kyle reaches back out for a tag. Raven doesn’t look towards the corner as he gets up and picks Lunacy up off the mat. He drives him back into a neutral corner where shoulder blocks to the midsection of Lunacy. Raven brings Lunacy out from the corner with a snap mare take over. Raven waits for Lunacy to get to his feet where he looks for a Superkick! Lunacy catches the foot of Raven where he spins him around in a complete circle before turning Raven inside out with a clothesline. Lunacy picks Raven up where he locks a front face lock where he walks back towards his corner for Seth to tag the back of Lunacy. Seth leaps up to the top rope where he comes off with a double ax handle across the back of Raven! Seth picks Raven up off the mat where he slams him before bouncing off the ropes delivering a Rolling Thunder to Raven! Seth makes the cover.
ONE!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE……………………………………..
Raven kicks out to a pop from the crowd. Kyle Shane continues to reach out for the tag as the crowd chants for him. Seth smirks as he reaches his feet. He heads back into a neutral corner where he leaps up to the top turnbuckle. Seth has Raven in his sights as he comes off the top rope with a 10 Star Frog Splash attempt! Raven rolls out of the way causing Seth to crash and burn to a huge pop from the crowd! Kyle Shane paces the ring apron before taking reaching back out towards the center of the ring! Seth starts to roll towards his corner as Raven begins to inch his way towards Kyle Shane! Seth makes the tag to Lunacy and as Raven makes a last ditch effort to tag Kyle we see Kyle yank his hand back! Kyle drops down to the floor looking at Raven as he screams out at him.
KYLE SHANE- “NOW YOU WANT TO TAG ME?!?!”
Kyle spits at Raven before turning his back on his partner! Kyle walks out on Raven leaving him for Lunacy who picks Raven up off the mat and drives him into the mat with Thorizine!! Lunacy turns towards his corner tagging Seth back into the match as he leaps up to the top rope where he successfully delivers the 10 Star Frog Splash across the sternum of Raven! Stevens holds for the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
WINNERS AND NEW WGWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: ANARCHY
The crowd roars with loud boos as Kyle Shane watches from the top of the ramp as Lunacy and Seth Stevens are awarded the WGWF World Tag Team Championship. They celebrate the victory as he scene cuts back to the locker room area.
WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
SILENCE (c) versus ANDY JOHNSON-PAGE
A piano is rolled out onto center stage and the lights start to dim. A man in a tuxedo comes out and sits down at the piano and starts to play “Sound of Silence” as the Monster Silence makes his way out onto the ramp to a chorus of boos. A spotlight follows him down to the ring, he slowly walks up the steel steps and gets into the ring.
“We WANT ANDY!!!!”
“WE WANT ANDY”
“Everyday Normal Guy” by Jon Lajoie blasts over the PA and the crowd goes wild. A sea of people wearing different colored blue shirts with a hashtag saying of #Monsterbeater! Andy appears on the top of his trademark surfboard that his wave of fans are crowd surfing him towards the ring. Andy is decked out in a Terry Borden inspired attire of red, white and blue, almost looking like Uncle Sam, top hat and all! Andy gets up on the apron and before he can get into the ring, Silence boots him in the face sending him back into his sea of fans who all fall down like pins being smashed by a bowling ball. Silence slides out of the ring and starts to throw all the blue t-shirt wearers into the crowd and they start to flee from the monster. Andy jumps on Silences back and throws a weak choke hold on him.
Silence chuckles to himself and walks with Andy down towards the ring. Andy gets off and pushes Silences face first into the ring post! Andy slides into the ring and tells the referee to call for the bell!! Silence stands up and looks into the ring and he’s busted open!! Silence touches his forehead and looks at his hand to see it’s now red… Silence is pissssssed! Silence slides into the ring and charges at Andy, Andy ducks the hail mary clothes line, bounces off the ropes and missile dropkicks Silence in the chest, but this time it doesn’t move Silence! Andy gets up and before he can get out of dodge, Silence scoops him up and body slams him down to the mat with a loud thud! Andy rolls around holding his back. Silence pulls Andy back up to his feet by his trunks and clotheslines him, folding him up like a lawn chair. Silence chuckles to himself as he wipes his own blood off on his pants. Silence gets down for the pin.
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2…
Andy gets his foot up onto the rope. Silence smiles and pulls Andy up to his feet and launches him into the corner of the ring. Silence goes to the opposite corner and charges over and crushes Andy with a big body splash. Andy falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Silence gets out onto the apron and waits for Andy to turn around before landing an axe handle smash to the head of Andy. Silence picks up Andy again. This time he hoists him over his head and starts to pump Andy up and down, then finally drops him face first onto the barricade. Silence throws his hands up in the air and yells, “I’M THE MAN!!!!” to a Andy Johnson fan in the front row. Silence turns his attention back to Andy but he’s not there. Silence looks all around and can’t see Andy! Andy pokes his head out from the opposite side of the ring. Silence now sees him and starts to run around the ring trying to catch Andy. Andy starts to sprint. He then slides into the ring, and then slides out of the ring as Silence is gaining on him. Andy quickly jumps up onto the barricade and springboards back at Silence with a clothesline that catches Silence off guard knocking him down to the ground. Andy slides into the ring and plays to the crowd as Silence is shaking off the cobwebs on the outside of the ring. Silence slide into the ring just as Andy gets outside on the apron and Andy once again springboards into the ring, trying to knock Silence off balance, but this time Silence bats him out of the air like a fly, smashing him down to the mat. Silence covers Andy again.
1…
2…
KICKOUT! Silence can’t believe it! He’s furious! He pulls Andy up by his trunks again and puts his hands around his neck. He lifts him up and Andy bites Silence’s hand to make him let go. Andy lands on his feet and starts throwing punching combos that have Silence reeling towards the corner. Andy steps back. He is going to try it?! Andy grabs Silence, he scoops him up… failed body slam attempt as Silence it too massive for Andy. Andy holds his back as Silence chuckles and throws down a big forearm to the back of Andy. Silence irish whips Andy into the ropes and hits him with a big back body drop. Silence is starting to take over as now he’s focusing in on Andy’s back. He slams repeated stomps onto the back of Andy as he’s trying to get up. Silence finally allows Andy to get to a knee… He throws a punch. Andy starts to shake his head and he gets up and starts shaking. Silence looks at the crowd. Andy tells him hit him again. Silence does! Andy is shaking and walking around the ring like somebody we all know. Silence goes to hit him again and connects…. YOU!!!! Andy points at Silence! Silence swings again but is blocked by Andy. Andy starts firing off lefts and rights. He whips Silence and hits him with a jumping knee that puts him down to the mat! Andy bounces off the ropes and hits…. THE ATOMIC LEGDROP!!! Andy pins Silence!!!
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2…
DING DING DING!!! What the hell is going on?!!
This match has reached it’s TIME LIMIT! So therefore, STILL your WGWF Television Champion!!!! SILENCE!!!
The crowd reigns down with boos as Andy can’t believe it. He slides out of the ring and goes over to the announce table. He starts talking but before he can turn around Silence is right there with a chair and bounces it off of Andy’s head! Silence throws Andy back into the ring. Silence gets back into the ring with the chair. Andy gets to his feet…. BAM! Another chair shot that slams off the cranium of Andy and this one left some damage! Andy is now bleeding as well. Silence takes his hand and takes the blood off Andy’s face and smears it on his chest. Silence throws down the chair and grabs Andy by the neck and delivers a mega choke slam onto the crumpled chair. Silence slides out of the ring and grabs the WGWF Television Title. Andy is almost to his feet and just as soon as he is, he’s planted by Silence with the TV title! Silence hoists the belt over his head and puts his foot on Andy’s chest as Sounds of Silence plays… Silence makes his way over to the ropes, he’s about to exit but still sees that Andy is still moving. Andy gets to his knees and flips the double birds at Silence. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHEN TO STAY DOWN, DO YOU?!” yells the angry giant Silence! Silence gets back into the ring and grabs Andy by the throat once again and gets him to his feet in one swift motion…
Wait just a minute!!
The massive crowd roars as TERRY BORDEN emerges out to the top of the ramp huffing and puffing as he starts to make his way towards the ring! He’s seen enough! Silence waits before slowly starting to back away just as Terry Borden reaches ringside and climbs up on the ring apron. Borden throws the finger point over the top ropes at Silence to a “YOOOOOUUUUUU” from the crowd! Terry Borden steps through the ropes and into the ring as we see Silence step over the top rope across from Borden and out to the ring apron where he drops down to the floor as the crowd roars wildly as Borden rips off his AMERICANMANIA tank top as he walks across the ring towards Silence who is on the floor! Borden throws the shirt down into the face of the Monster to a thunderous ovation…
Borden suddenly turns around bouncing off the ropes dropping the ATOMIC LEG DROP OF DEATH across the throat of Andy Johnson!!
WHAT THE HELL!!??!!??!!
There’s a complete and total hush that falls over the crowd as jaws have just hit the floor! Terry Borden works his way back to his feet as The Monster Silence has a smirk on his face while stepping back up to the ring apron where he steps over the top rope and back into the ring! Terry Borden and Silence HIGH-FIVE each other! The stadium erupts with massive boos from the crowd as Terry stands back while Silence reaches down picking Andy up off the mat. He hurls him up over his shoulder before running forward driving Andy violently into the mat with a Running Powerslam! Terry Borden bounces off the ropes dropping another ATOMIC LEG DROP OF DEATH across Andy’s throat!!
The crowd can’t believe what they’re seeing as the crowd continues to roar with massive boos!
Terry Borden and Silence start to pose as trash is hurled towards the ring. Terry looks down at Andy and spits down on top of him to throw further insult to injury before both he and Silence leave with the TV Title. There’s no words from Borden and both he and Silence walk back up the ramp. Jaws are dropped in the crowd as the scene fades backstage.
WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP
ONE FALL TO A FINISH AND THERE MUST BE A WINNER
CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY (c) versus CHRIS DORLING
...their anticipation is finally vented in the form of one mammoth roar that belongs in the Gladiatorial coliseums of old. The despicable actions of the Connolly/Slater tandem having enraged the WGWF fans since their inception, and Connolly is forced to have to listen to large sections of the crowd chant his opponent's name.
With the echo of the bell drowned out by the crowd, Dorling shoots off his blocks, rushing across the ring...
...leaping and drilling Connolly with a pump dropkick to the chest, sending in flying in the corner.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
In the blink of an eye, violent jeers turn to rousing cheers.
"DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING!"
As Alexis protests on the outside to a wholly unsympathetic referee, Connolly grabs the back of his head and staggers back to the corner, reeling off the string of the a-list curse words. Kipping up in the time it takes a camera flash to ignite and diminish, the King of Vegas accelerates into action, sprinting into the corner where Connolly resides and leaping at him with both knees, driving them into his sternum. As gravity manages to reach up and take hold of even him, Chris keeps his knees up and grabs around Connolly's head, dropping and impaling his chest with an Inverted Lungblower.
Winded, Connolly bounces back off the King of Vegas' knees and onto his feet, about half a second before he joins him.
Hacking away at Connolly's toned torso, Dorling fires off a trio of Snap Kicks that impact against the muscle, and echo out around the arena. A Spinning Back Kick follows, crunching into the Legacy's abdominal, forcing him to double over so she can almost behead him with a scything back-flip, bringing him right foot down hard across the base of his skull.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Dropping down onto his front, Connolly gives his head a quick shake to merge his double-vision, only for the King of Vegas to trigger a barrage of camera flashes as he takes to the air. Flinging himself up above Connolly, the Greatest Man releases his wound body into a Corkscrew, before crashing down across Connolly's spine with a Senton. Rolling back to his feet, facing away from his grounded opponent, he again launches into the air, this time tucking into a 450.
"DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING!"
Deciding not to roll Connolly over to cover, knowing it will take more than his early burst to keep him down, Dorling hops up, keeping himself out of Connolly's sight as he rises.
Before Alexis can tell Connolly where he is, the King of Vegas rushes up behind Connolly... only for the Legacy to suddenly snap his body around 180, as if he could sense his presence. Unfortunately for him, he's already launched when he turns, and both his feet are forcefully thrust into his chest with a running Pump Dropkick that again jettisons all the air held in Christian's lungs.
Sent stumbling back into the corner, the King of Vegas having literally taken his breath away, Connolly watches on as CD again charges at him. Tumbling into a handspring somersault, the King of Vegas launches himself at Connolly and thrashes a leg out to again try and behead him, but the wily Connolly manages to gather his senses and deftly roll out under him. Facing an upside-down crash landing with the turnbuckles, CD desperately reaches out for the ropes, somehow managing to swing himself down onto the apron.
As Connolly springs back to his feet, the King of Vegas springboards with a spin onto the top cable, facing the fans, before completing the rotation as he flies off to hook the risen Christian's head. Completing another whole rotation to make it up to 720, Chris goes to spike the Legacy into the canvas with a DDT, only for him to simply push him off. For a split second they’re face-to-face, a stand-off, but it's the King of Vegas who draws first, whipping his body back to score with a Moonsault Kick to Connolly's jaw, snapping his head back.
Diamond: I can pretty much guarantee that Christian Connolly was NOT expecting this when he arrived tonight!
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Sent reeling back by the impact, Connolly tumbles out through the ropes, landing dazed on the mats outside.
Backing away across the ring, the King of Vegas keeps Connolly in his sights, ignoring Banks as she checks on her charge. With his crosshairs flashing red, Dorling rebounds off the ropes, building up speed before he again begins his tumble, riding the spring of the twisting somersault up over the top rope. Plummeting down towards Connolly with a Space Flying Tiger Drop, CD somehow manages to ensnare Connolly's neck with his legs, turning it into a Space Flying Tigercunrana.
"HOLY SHI-"
But, as he snaps his body back, Connolly cements his shoes, keeping him upright so he can forcefully swing Dorling's prone body into the barricade.
Baxter: And, thus, all is right in the world once again.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
As CD's head limply thwacks against the barrier, Connolly releases him, leaving the challenger in a crumpled heap at his feet. Stretching himself back upright and shaking off the aches from the King of Vegas' kicks, Connolly looks down at his opponent, a menacing grin growing. With only a gesture of the head and movement of the eyes, he directs Alexis to occupy the official, making sure he won't have to worry about a 10-count.
Grabbing a handful of hair, Connolly pulls the stunned King of Vegas up and pushes him against the barricade. Grabbing the bottom half of his face between his right thumb and hand, he pushes his upper-body back, forcefully leaning over him to whisper something in his ear that the mics around ringside can't pick up... then drives his knee harshly into his stomach. A winded wheeze proceeds a spluttering cough, before a second knee from Connolly almost sends an internal organ bursting out of his back.
"FUCK YOU CONNOLLY! FUCK YOU CONNOLLY! FUCK YOU CONNOLLY! "
He tightens his grip, puckering his lips and staring straight into his pained eyes, before driving a third knee into his stomach.
"FUCK YOU CONNOLLY! FUCK YOU CONNOLLY! FUCK YOU CONNOLLY! "
Releasing him, Connolly watches the King of Vegas drops to his knees, dry-heaving after a short-but-violent coughing fit. Having delivered whatever message he needed to deliver, Christian calls Alexis back over to him, allowing the referee to then begin his ten count. As Alexis reaches him, Connolly pushes CD onto his back with his boot, before stomping viciously down onto her stomach, before stepping up to stand on him. Forming a two-person huddle with Alexis, The Legacy takes a few moments to discuss tactics, before finally stepping off a gasping Chris.
With a handful of hair and waistband, Connolly tosses CD back in under the bottom rope, then methodically makes his way up the ring steps, before stepping in between the ropes.
As a winded Dorling staggers up, Connolly simply strides right up to him, assisting with a handful of hair, and anchoring upright by standing on both feet. Just as Chris sweat from his face, Connolly connects with an elbow, dropping CD back, but keeping his feet planted. Knowing his moves, Dorling manages to land in a bridge, avoiding over-stretching his leg muscles. Much to Connolly's apparent disdain, CD strains his stomach muscles by arching back to her feet. Angered, Connolly grabs him by the head and connects with a string of punishing forearms, keeping him held up by the head until he's ready to drop.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Staring right into his eyes, Connolly then releases Chris' head, letting him drop.
Closing his eyes and waiting for the scream of someone whose muscle has been ripped from the bone, Connolly's face sours as Chris refuses to give him the satisfaction, again somehow managing to bridge himself to relive the pressure. But in negating the move, he leaves himself open to another brutal stomp from Connolly, which he gladly delivers to his stomach. Losing the calm and serene demeanour that usually accompanies his brutality in the ring, a sneering Connolly hurriedly drags the King of Vegas up, then hurls him into the ropes. As he rebounds, the Cadillac of Wrestling steps up to him, propelling the King of Vegas high into the arena air, before stepping aside and watching him plummet a good 10-feet front-first down into the canvas.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
A grin of satisfaction creeping back across his face, Connolly folds his arms as he watches Chris crawl back to his knees, then takes a kick at his side, rolling him.
Again, Chris crawls to his knees, but again Connolly takes a kick at her ribs, then another to roll him nearer the ropes. Struggling to breathe, a wheezing Chris once more refuses to stay down, getting back to his knees, forcing Connolly to shake his head, as if he's only making it worse for himself. Pacing a few steps back, Connolly scuffs his mark on the canvas, before striding back to Chris and kicking a field goal up into his ribs, sending him up and onto the top rope, from which he tumbles back down to the mats below.
Looking pretty chuffed with the move, Connolly looks over the top rope and down at the curled-up Dorling below.
Hearing Connolly drop down beside him, Dorling throws a right hand at him in desperation, only for Connolly to catch the arm and trap it in a half-nelson. Before he can get into a position to fire off a kick, Connolly using the underhook to help lift him up, then drop him down into a Gutbuster. Not letting Chris fall, Connolly reaches around and tightly clamps him in a gutwrench. Plucking him up off his feet, Connolly violently shakes him in the Gutwrench lift, before dumping him down onto the mats with the Suplex.
Shooting the referee a poisoned glare, just so he knows that the counting is getting annoying, Connolly rolls in and out, breaking it.
Pulling Dorling to his feet, Connolly ducks down and hoists him up onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry... then, without warning the fans in the first row, tosses Chris off stomach-first onto the barricade. With the King of Vegas draped over the barrier, Connolly simply grabs him by both feet and harshly yanked him off and down onto the mats. Keeping a hold of his right foot, the Legacy drags him towards the ring post, pulling him foot up to hook it over and around the bottom rope and turnbuckle, hanging him upside down.
With the muscles in his right leg being strained, Connolly lands a couple of stomps to the thigh, then to the back of the knee.
Seeing him backing away to take a run-un for another kick, Dorling lets out a pained growl as he tries to pull himself up using just the one leg, but has to abort the move as he feels the muscles almost rip his leg apart. Checking his run half-way, Connolly can't help but chuckle, as if he knew giving him those few seconds to act would have that exact result. Unhooking Dorling's foot, Connolly takes a seat on the barricade, watching as his opponent struggles to rise on his right leg, and still can't take a full breath because of his ribs.
As he goes to slide back into the ring, Connolly drops off the barrier and grabs him around the ankles, not allowing him to get away from him.
Hopping up onto the apron, Connolly takes Chris' feet and weaves them around the bottom rope, then hooks them over the middle rope. Before he can worm his way back out of the ropes, Connolly shoots into the ring and grabs Dorling around both wrists, pulling him forward so the ropes snap shut, locking his ankles in. Hearing Chris try and keep the pain silent, he drops back, torturing the King of Vegas as he stretches his body out, the ropes no longer having any give in their tort state.
With the ropes in play, the referee can't ask for the submission, and instead has to begin a count of five for the Legacy.
As the time ticks down, Connolly somehow manages to pull tighter, his body now only remaining in it's lounged position due to his grip on his wrists... and he finally gets his scream, a wail, telling of every stretched muscle and ligament.
Finally, the referee reaches five, and Connolly releases Chris' wrists, and he's yanked back towards the ropes as he drops face-first onto the canvas. Mocking his opponent, Connolly mimics being out of puff, having to take a seat on the middle rope and have Alexis pass him a towel to mop his brow. With the crowd on his case, The Legacy pulls himself back to his feet, then does a few basic stretches just to antagonise them even further.
With Chris still down, Connolly grabs a foot and drags her to the middle of the ring, further infuriating the fans by checking the distances around him to make sure he is dead-centre. With a hold on both feet, he pulls him legs up, taking a kick to the hamstring of each, before singling out the right leg once again. Another stomp the hamstring weakens the leg further, before he then flings the foot back along Chris' body, trying to stretch the muscle beyond breaking-point... only for the King of Vegas to rise his assist and roll back through onto his feet.
Out of instinct, he surges forward to knee Connolly in the head, but the Cadillac of Wrestling is one step ahead of her. Weaving his head out of harm’s way, Connolly catches him around the back of his knees, yanking the King of Vegas off hps feet. Trying to entwine his legs for a Texas Cloverleaf, Connolly stoops forward for leverage, but Dorling shows there's still some fight left in him by pushing his body up off the mat and locking his feet around Connolly's neck.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Having caught him in a Triangle Choke, the King of Vegas grinds his teeth through the pain and he hooks his legs even tighter, and strains his stomach by pulling as hard as he can on Connolly's trapped arm. With the pressure building in his head beginning to be felt, a purple-faced Connolly tries to dead-lift Dorling, which he manages at the second attempt, albeit his feet looking less-than-firm beneath him. Despite being lifted up off the canvas, Dorling remains hanging from his neck, becoming dead-weight his oxygen-starved opponent has to carry.
"TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!"
With a defiant roar, Connolly recoils his trapped arm, using it to lift the King of Vegas up into a seated position on his shoulders.
Before Connolly can send him forcefully back down to the canvas, the King of Vegas unhooks his legs and drops, catching Christian's head in a clinch as he falls. Yanking down on his head, Chris thrusts his right knee up, crunching it against the top of his left eye's socket. The blow stunning the Legacy for just long enough to score with another, he continues to cycle, the point of his knee smashing eye socket, forehead, and bridge of nose.
"KILL HIM IN THE FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!"
After five knees from Dorling, Connolly drops to his, allowing the King of Vegas to swat his head to the side as she connects with a Spinning Back Kick to the jaw.
Holding his side as he heaves in a lungful of air, Chris looks down at a kneeling, groggy Connolly, before connecting with a double-hit Roundhouse Kick that sends him flopping to the side and across the middle rope. Heading to the corner, the King of Vegas goes to spring up onto the top rope, but his limited mobility only gets him as far as the middle. Having the climb up the extra step, the King of Vegas crouches on the top turnbuckle, before leaping off at the prone Connolly, driving both feet down between his shoulder blades with a Double Stomp.
"HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!"
Grabbing the top rope, the King of Vegas manages to bring himself to a halt, but at the expense of again straining his side.
With Connolly limply hanging across the middle rope, the King of Vegas drops down to ringside, before hurling herself up into the highest vertical leap he can muster, cracking his foot against Connolly's temple with an Enziguri Kick. Dropping down to the mats, Dorling manages to land in a roll, rising back to his feet and dropping against the barricade as Connolly stumbles back from the ropes and collapses. Adrenaline counteracting the pain, Dorling climbs to the apron, then springboards onto the top rope, riding the cable's bounce to fly off into another Double Stomp, this time targeting the stomach and chest.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
With the Legacy convulsing on the canvas, Dorling drops down, hooking the far leg with his arm, and the near leg with his own.
"ONE!
TWO
TH-NO!"
As Connolly kicks out, Chris drops onto his back, staring up at the lights as he still struggles to get enough oxygen into her lungs.
Unwisely, Dorling's showy side kicks back in and he kips back up to his feet, the effects immediately registering on his face. Waiting for Connolly to rise, he holds his ribs and shakes his right leg loose, but when Christian reaches his knees, he flicks back into action mode. Rebounding off the ropes, he rushes up behind Connolly, then plants his left palm into the canvas. Using it as a pivot, Chris swings through with both feet, smashing them into the Legacy's face with a Handstand 619.
"DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING! DOR-LING!"
As Connolly is knocked flat, Chris lands crouched, before setting off once more for the ropes. Leaping onto the middle cable, he flings himself off into a Asai Kneedrop. With not enough spring in his body to make it all the way to Christian, the King of Vegas has to think fast to avoid landing on his head, and reaches out with his hands, using his arms to extend the reach of the move as his knees crunch down into Connolly's abdomen.
Again he hurriedly covers, hooking both legs.
"ONE!
TWO
T-NO!"
Despite having gone for close to an hour against Connolly just months ago, the King of Vegas looks like he's running on fumes against Connolly this time around.
Scraping the sweat from his face, Dorling climbs back to his feet, beckoning the already-rising Connolly to do so. Dropping into his kick-stance, Chris goes into targeting mode, only for Connolly to surge forward and connect with a slap across his face. He retaliates with a hard Snap Kick to his knee, almost buckling it, only for him to swat his head aside with a backhanded strike. Drawn into the striking battle, Chris arcs his leg up and across Connolly's jaw with a Roundhouse Kick, only to get bloody saliva spat back in his face, letting the King of Vegas know exactly what Connolly thinks of him.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Wiping his spit from his face, Chris then goes back to the knee, scoring with a trio of Snap Kick that come close to folding the joint back on itself. A further two Snap Kicks impact off Connolly's chest, before he pulls his head down into another Muay Thai knee, then connects with a Spinning Backfist, sending the groggy Legacy staggering back against the buckles.
Knowing this might be his last chance unless his second wind is more of a hurricane, Dorling pursues Connolly into the corner, hopping up onto the middle rope.
Hooking around his head, then under his arm, Chris locks his fingers like a seatbelt across Christian's chest, before running around the ropes and leaping off, going to spike his unsupported head into the canvas. But, despite Chris hanging off him, a spinning Connolly remains on his feet, rotating through 180 degrees before dropping to one knee, flinging the King of Vegas down into a Backbreaker.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
After bouncing off his knee, a pained Dorling arches his back off the canvas, only for a fuming Connolly, bleeding from his lip, to pummel his body with an unrelenting string of kicks that flatten him out limply. Having brought Dorling back down to earth with his kicking, the Legacy turns to stomping, his boot crashing down all over Dorling's body as he tries to curl up to protect himself from the blows. As a stomp makes its way through crumbling guard, connecting to the face, Connolly follows it in with a high leaping Kneedrop.
With a crazed look in his eyes, Connolly wipes the blood from his lips, then uses it to draw a target on his forehead, to which he delivers a second, brutal Kneedrop.
Taking slow, deep breaths, Connolly rises back to his feet, looking down at the unconscious form of Chris Dorling, the man everyone has been relying on to throw him off his throne. Despite the King of Vegas already being unconscious from his violent assault, Connolly isn't done, and reaches down to grab his head.
Pulling Chris back to his feet, Connolly supports his lifeless frame, again whispering something to him, before clamping him in a double underhook. Connolly cinches in his grip, before dropping backwards and spiking him with a Crowning Glory.
The already limp frame of the King of Vegas slithers flat against the canvas once again.
Remaining seated, Chris sprawled face-first on the canvas between his legs, Connolly puts both hands behind his head, mimicking lounging back.
As the jeers continue to cascade down the rows of fans towards him, Connolly rolls Dorling over and covers, reaching between his legs to hold him far arm down at the wrist.
"ONE!
TWO
THRE-NO!"
Just as the referee's palm is about to hit canvas for the three, Connolly hooks Chris' arm and rises, in one motion lifting him up, before again drilling her down with a Crowning Glory. Dusting his hands off, Connolly mimics closing the eyes of a recently deceased Dorling, then spins on top of him. With his shins pinning him shoulders down, Connolly drops his head back, arms outstretched.
"ONE!
TWO
THREE!!!"
As the bell rings, Connolly remains atop of Dorling, basking in his messiah-esque pose.
WINNER and STILL WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION... CHRISTIAN CONNNNNNNOOOOLLLLLLLLLYYYYY!!!
The jeers raining down on the ring drown out 'I Hope You Suffer' as it starts back up, accompanying Alexis Banks back into the ring so she can pose with the victorious Connolly. In Banks' hands is a steel chair. She looks down at Connolly before handing him the chair. Connolly smirks before getting up off Dorling and taking the chair.
Connolly looks down at the fallen Dorling who is starting to stir. He takes the chair back over his head and slams it down onto Dorling leg. Then again... and again... and again! Dorling screams in agony as Connolly tosses the chair aside and raises his fists in victory as we see THE Tristan Slater emerge out to the top of the ramp giving his protégé a standing ovation as history has just been made and Christian Connolly has become the longest reigning WGWF Intercontinental Champion of all time alongside being one half of the longest reigning World Tag Team Champion as well.
PURE WRESTLING RULES
CHRIS PAGE versus GRIMORE XMYLES
DING…. DING…. DING….
The crowd roars at the sound of the opening bell as we see Chris Page and Grim circle each other before locking up center ring. Page quickly transitions into a back waist lock where he picks Grim up before planting him down on the mat on his chest. Page floats over into a front face lock where he starts slapping Grim across the back of the head. The crowd boo’s intently as Page reaches his feet looking down at Grim as he gets to both knee’s.
CHRIS PAGE- “DO YOUR HOMEWORK GRIM! I WAS A WRESTLER WAY BEFORE I WAS A FIGHTER!”
Grim works his way back up to a vertical base where they once again start to circle each other and they lock up once again where they look to lock up only to see Grim latch on to Page’s throat with both hands across the throat to a roar from the crowd! Grim backs Page up into a neutral corner with a choke and immediately the referee starts to lay the count to Grim who breaks at the four count. Grim smirks as he back tracks towards the center of the ring as Chris looks towards the referee lashing out at him.
CHRIS PAGE- “THAT’S NOT PURE WRESTLING!”
The referee informs Page that Grim broke at the four count.
Page shakes his head as he walks out towards the center going face to face with Grim, neither man showing any fear. They back away before locking up center ring. Jockeying for position it’s Page who takes a side head lock only to be hurled towards the ropes where he bounces off into a Sleeper Hold by Grim! The crowd pops but its Page that counters with a jaw breaker with the momentum sending Grim back into the ropes. Page is to his feet where he charges towards Grim with a clothesline only to be elevated over the top rope and out to the floor with a back body drop!
Perhaps now is good time to remind everyone that a Pure Wrestling Rules Match is a match that is fought under Wrestling Rules; Grim has 10 seconds on the floor.
Grim looks out across the crowd before looking down at Page on the floor! Immediately Grim slides out under the bottom rope where he stomps away at Chris Page to a huge ovation from the crowd! Grim picks Page up off the floor before bouncing him head first off the ring steps! The referee counts both men as Grim takes notice of the four count before driving Page face first off the ring steps a second time before taking Chris and hurling him back into the ring under the bottom rope well before the ten count followed by Grim who is first to his feet. He picks Page up off the mat where he scoops him up and body slams him to a huge pop from the crowd. Grim does a victory lap around the ring with the wrestling move performed. Grim reaches down picking Page up where he’s met with a right hand to the midsection. Page lands a second and then a third before lunging up with a front waist lock followed by a Release Over Head Belly to Belly Suplex! Chris makes a cover hooking a near leg.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
THR……………………….
Grim kicks out of the near fall. Chris is to his feet where he reaches down picking Grim up off the mat by the hair. He turns and points drawing the referee’s attention elsewhere before mule kicking Grim in the groin! The crowd roars with boo’s as Grim falls back to the mat unknown by the referee. Page comes forward where he lays in the boots to Grim. Page reaches down picking Grim up off the mat lacing him across the chest with a knife edge chop before taking him back into the ropes. He hurls him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Page drops his head and it’s Grim who plants Page with a Implant DDT! Grim rolls Page over making the cover.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!
THRE…………….
Page kicks out to a reaction from the crowd. We see Grim is the first to his feet where he picks Page up before taking him back into a neutral corner. Grim climbs up on the middle turnbuckle where he starts hammering down with right hands to the head and face of Chris Page!! The referee lays the count to Grim who steps down at the eight count. Grim brings Page out towards the center of the ring where he delivers a swinging neckbreaker. There’s another cover.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!
THRE…………………………..
Page kicks out to another reaction from the crowd. Grim is the first to his feet where he picking Page up and sends him into the ropes, Page bounces off the ropes ducking under a clothesline where he takes a back waist lock on Xmyles. Page peels off a German Suplex! He doesn’t release his grasp as he rolls through picking both himself and Grim up off the mat where a second German Suplex is delivered and once again Page rolls through picking himself and Grim up off the mat when suddenly the LIGHTS GO DARK!!! The crowd comes alive with anticipation as the blackout lasts for several seconds before the lights draw back up revealing a figure dressed in all black with a mask covering his face and a steel chair in hand. Page still has a front waist lock on Grim only to shove him forward towards the figure who waffles him directly in the face with a baseball like swing from the steel chair!!!
DING…. DING…. DING…..
WINNER VIA DISQUALIFICATION GRIMOIRE XMYLES
Chris stands in the ring look over at the man in black. The figure snatches the mask off to reveal ADAM BARKER!!
Adam tosses the chair over to Page who has a smirk on his face! Adam goes into his jacket pockets where he retrieves a pair of handcuffs! Barker then handcuffs Grim’s hands behind his back before picking him up off the mat for Page to deliver a savage chair shot to the unprotected head of Grim! Grim drops to one knee as Page delivers an even more vicious shot to the unprotected skull of Grim knocking him down to the mat busting Grim wide open! The ploy of Adam Barker and Chris Page has come full circle as Chris tosses the chair back to Adam Barker as Grim slowly starts to work his way to a seated position on the mat for Adam Barker to deliver the knock out blow to bloody face of Grim!!
Chris Page drops down to his chest where he gets as close to Grim’s face as he can before stating.
CHRIS PAGE- “Nobody is scared, Grimoire.”
Chris seriously states.
CHRIS PAGE- “Bring your worst.”
Chris reaches down rubbing Grims bloody face with the palm of his right hand. He takes that very palm rubbing it over his face before stepping back up to a vertical base where both he and Adam stare down at Grim to massively loud boos from the crowd.
MAIN EVENT:
WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
VACANT
FATAL FOUR WAY ELIMINATION
MDK versus THE TRISTAN SLATER versus JOHN "THE BEAST" CABLE versus ALYCE STARCHYLDE
All four contenders circle each other as the bell rings and M.D.K. looks over at Alyce and nods to her and smiles and the pair bump knuckles. Cable looks over at Slater and The Glorious One simply raises his middle finger at the Man Beast and Cable turns and lays into Slater with a flurry of lefts and rights that backs Slater into the corner. Alyce and M.D.K. watch on with a smirk on their faces and as Cable drops Slater onto his backside, Alyce sneaks up on Cable from behind but as she does, M.D.K. grabs her by her hair and yanks her down to the mat and the crowd lose their mind! She looks up at M.D.K. in disbelief and he stares at her with a cold look in his eyes as she looks up at him stunned. M.D.K. looks at her with a sneer and mouths the words ‘you asked me to go hold back.’ as Cable looks over at M.D.K. stunned and a shocked grin is etched on the face of Slater.
Alyce rolls to her feet and starts to brawl with M.D.K. as Cable turns back to Slater and continues to put the boots into him. Alyce goes to back M.D.K. into the corner but the King grabs her by her neck, spins her around and dumps her into the corner and unleashes a flurry of body blows before he side steps as Cable charges in from behind and flattens Starchylde! M.D.K. goes behind The Man-Beast and wraps up the waist only to be met with a back elbow to the side of his head. Cable turns around and delivers a head-butt to the bridge of the Hall of Famer’s nose who staggers back into a waist-lock from Slater that he floats into a German suplex with a bridge!
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But M.D.K. pops out as Cable is turns around and shoved square in the chest by Alyce. He looks down at her and chuckles before she delivers a slap across the face of the Man-Beast! He charges forwards and Starchylde boots him in the knee that stalls him and allows her to hop onto the middle turnbuckle and hits a quick tornado DDT! Cable rolls into a seated position and Slater is already charging into the ropes and hits a running drop-kick into the chest of the Oil City native who gets flattened. Slater stands up and poses for the crowd before coming face to face with Starchylde and the crowd pop at the Wrestle Wars rematch!
Before they can collide though, M.D.K. pops to his feet and charges forwards to deliver a stiff double clothesline to both combatants and points to his temple with a smirk on his face as the crowd mostly boos. He walks over to Alyce and points at her and the crowd give little reaction, he walks over to the still dazed Cable and points at him and the crowd give a little pop and he then walks over to Slater and as he does, the crowd give a huge pop to encourage the pair of them to face off. M.D.K. simply drives the heel of his boot into the side of Slater’s head before going over to Alyce and dragging her to her feet.
M.D.K. drives a couple of forearms into the jaw of Alyce before man-handling her in the centre of the ring. He looks out to the crowd and shouts, “This is what she wanted!” before locking up her arm and snap suplexing her in the middle of the ring. He rolls to her feet again and drags Starchylde up as well and delivers a second snap suplex. He casually rises to his feet again and hauls a dazed Alyce to her feet again and this time lifts her up and stalls the vertical suplex in the air for what feels like an eternity before being caught with a running knee from Cable that cuts the stall short and leaves Alyce on top of the former champion! The ref makes the count!
1!
But M.D.K. powers out with authority and launches Alyce into the air. Cable makes his way over to M.D.K. as he gets to his feet and meets him with a knee to the jaw that sends the King of the WGWF reeling backwards. Cable stomps forwards and stands over M.D.K. and looks down at him with a furious look etched across his face. He talks some trash but his eyes widen in horror as Slater is up and rolls him up from behind!
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But Cable powers out quickly and rolls to his feet as well as Slater and the pair charge at each other and the Man Beast almost turns his former partner inside out with a violent lariat! Cable takes a deep breath as M.D.K. is back to his feet and spins Cable around and delivers a flurry of quick fire left hands before spinning on the spot and hitting a big discus right hand that forces the big man to lean against the ropes. M.D.K. backs into the middle of the ring and screams the word “lackey” before charging at his rival but Cable ducks the charge and sends the Englishman over the top rope but onto the apron. Cable takes a swing at his rival but M.D.K. ducks but Cable swings backwards and cracks M.D.K. with a backhanded shot. The former Champion sways on the apron as Cable steps through the ropes and climbs onto the apron. M.D.K. catches a glimpse of Cable at the last minute as the Man Beast charges towards him, lifts him up and spear tackles him off of the apron and straight onto the steel steps!
Crowd: “Holy shit! Holy shit!”
M.D.K. is flat out on the steel steps and Cable can’t quite compose himself either as officials check on both men. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Alyce is up to her feet as is Slater and the Red Queen of the WGWF brawls with The Glorious One and backs him into the corner. She delivers a few forearms to Slater before whipping him across the ring but Slater is able to reverse it and lifts her up in one fluid movement and drops Starchylde with a Samoan Drop! Slater pops to his feet and poses for the crowd before turning back to Alyce and beckons her to get to her feet. When she remains curled up on the mat, Slater furrows his brow and kicks at her to get up. She still doesn’t move and Slater moves towards her and leans down and as he does, Starchylde grabs him around the neck and bites down hard on the nose of Slater and manages to draw blood!
Slater stumbles backwards with a horrified look on his face as Alyce climbs to her feet and charges forwards and delivers a running Red Queen head-butt. Slater staggers backwards into the corner and Alyce charges forwards for the Unicorn Stampede but as she presses her knees into Tristan’s chest, he jams a thumb into her eye and she tumbles backwards and Slater follows up with a sickening European uppercut that sends her further backwards into the middle of the ring allowing Slater to charge forwards and hit a running flip pile-driver on Starchylde! Slater poses for the crowd, drops one knee across the throat of Alyce and makes the cover!
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Masters: “Alyce Starchylde has been eliminated!”
Slater smirks as Cable climbs into the ring and stalks his former friend from behind. Slater backs up as Alyce is helped from the ring and his eyes widen in surprise as he realises that the man-beast is behind him. He turns around and the pair square off as the crowd go ballistic! The pair talk trash to each other before Slater slaps Cable across the face and the big man is unmoved. He wipes at his lip and checks for blood before delivering a stunning uppercut that almost takes The Glorious One off of his feet! Cable grabs his adversary and charges him into the corner and delivers a series of shoulder charges into the midsection of his former friend before lifting Slater up and dumping him onto the top rope! He climbs up to the top with him and stands over his staggered foe before delivering a series of right hands that the crowd count along with!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, OH!
Slater delivers a low blow that knocks the wind out of the lungs of the man who would be champion before head-butting Cable and climbing to be standing on the top rope alongside the big man. The Man Beast is trying to get his breath back as Slater delivers a couple of right forearm shots to Cable’s massive head before wrapping up the head of the Mandingo Man Beast and launches himself off of the top rope with a tornado DDT but Cable is able to throw Slater off of him at the last moment. Slater looks stunned and wobbles on his feet for a moment before his shock turns to horror before seeing John Cable launch himself off of the top rope with a flying shoulder tackle from the top rope that flattens Slater! The big man makes a quick cover!
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2!
But Slater is able to pop the shoulder up at the last moment! Cable looks upset and glares down at his former friend before climbing to his feet only to crash back down to the mat courtesy of a chop block to the back of his knee from behind from a recovered M.D.K.!
Cable clutches at his knee and M.D.K. goes to town on it with a flurry of violent stomps that force Cable into the corner. He tries to cover up but M.D.K. uses the rope to leap into the air and drive double stomps onto the knee of the Man Beast! The 3 time champion then presses his boots into the knee socket of Cable while using the ropes as leverage until the referee forces him off of him. M.D.K. shrugs his shoulders and slides out of the ring before pulling Cable’s tree trunk legs over the edge of the ring apron and slamming it across the hard edge of the ring. He then pulls the legs of Cable either side of the ring post and grabs each of the Man Beast’s feet and throws himself backwards to make a wishbone out of the groin of Cable!
Satisfied with his work on the big man, M.D.K. climbs onto the apron to re-enter the ring but Slater is up and hits a running dropkick to the shins of the King of the WGWF that knocks him back to the ground outside. M.D.K. looks livid and slaps the apron with both hands but before he can climb back into the ring, Slater holds onto the top rope and swings himself through the middle rope and delivers a double foot to the chest of his fellow Hall of Famer! M.D.K. tumbles backwards and hits the guard wall and Slater - blood still across his nose - turns back to the ring, climbs onto the middle rope, then the top rope and leaps from the ring with a flying, moonsault that flattens the Englishman against the wall!
The crowd are in amazement at the athleticism of the Glorious One as replays show the manoeuvre again and again as Slater recovers and delivers a casual kick to Cable as he leans against the apron before he turns back to his long term rival and shouts out that this is for last year before hitting a running knee that crushes the cranium of M.D.K. against the guard wall and the normally present grin of Slater is replaced with a look of furious intensity as drags M.D.K. up and slaps him across the face and talks more trash about not avoiding him now. He leads the Englishman over to the steel steps and slams him face-first onto them before delivering a horrible 12-6 elbow to the back of his head.
Slater drags M.D.K. back up by his head and stands atop the ring steps and with that look of intensity across his face, delivers a brutal DDT on M.D.K. that sends the Englishman’s skull into the steel steps with a sickening thud! The crowd can’t help themselves but boo as a groggy Slater stands up and taunts his fallen foe. Before he can do anything else though, he is thrown into the guard rail himself as the massive frame of Cable is back up and has launched himself through the middle ropes with a suicide dive that looked like a cruise missile had just struck the Glorious One!
The crowd can’t help but start up a ‘Holy Shit’ chant as Cable slowly climbs to his feet and beats his chest to work the crowd into a frenzy! He takes a couple of stomps to the chest of Slater before picking him up and connecting with an inverted atomic drop! Slater slumps against the guard wall and Cable charges forwards but Slater dips the shoulder and sends Cable up and over the wall into the crowd with a big back body drop!
Slater stands up and points at his temple ala M.D.K. and looks at the Englishman as he starts to slowly stir. He hollers over at his adversary, “I hope you’re mummy isn’t here to see this…” before charging across for a running curb stomp onto M.D.K. across the steel steps but M.D.K. rolls out of the way and Slater’s foot meets nothing but steel and wobbles on the spot and winces as he feels his ankle! M.D.K grabs the waist of Slater as he wobbles and spins him around before driving him into the concrete flooring! M.D.K.’s eyes are wide with fury as he looks down at Slater who is gasping for air as the Englishman asks Slater to say what he said again. Slater can’t speak though and M.D.K. drags Slater up by his neck and delivers and brutal head-butt to the bridge of Slater’s already bloodied nose. Slater looks stunned as M.D.K. grabs the leg that Slater wobbled on and lifts him into the air before delivering a shin-breaker to the Glorious One who howls in agony. M.D.K. takes a step back and just boots at the already damaged ankle that just flattens Slater.
He stands with that look of rage still etched across his face before unleashing a torrent of stomps to the ankle of his rival before picking up his leg and delivers a DDT to the leg by wrapping his arm around the leg of Slater and drives it into the steel step! Slater howls in pain and convulses from the impact as the referee checks on him. M.D.K. barges the referee out of the way though and sits on the leg of the dazed Tristan Slater and grabs it with both hands. It’s not initially clear what he is doing but he soon had Slater’s boot removed which he holds high before dragging it off the steel steps… and sandwiches it BETWEEN the steel steps.
The crowd and the officials all wave their hands at M.D.K. to beg him to stop this as he climbs onto the ring apron. He looks down at Slater who looks up at his foe and holds up his hands wearily to try and discourage M.D.K. from doing what he’s about to do. M.D.K. ignores them all though and charges across the apron and hits a running senton onto the steel steps and thereby crushing the ankle of The Glorious One! M.D.K. stands over the shaking and screaming Slater as the referee calls over other officials and they all push M.D.K. out of the way as medics tend to him and his injured ankle. M.D.K. looks baffled as the referee tells him that he as gone too far. M.D.K. is backed up by the officials as EMTs come down to help Slater. M.D.K. backs into the guard wall looking stunned at his actions with that look of rage still etched across his face though.
That look is changed to surprise though as Cable pops up and grabs M.D.K. from behind and wraps an arm around the neck of the Englishman! M.D.K. is able to spin clear but Cable swings a mighty paw at the Hall of Famer and connects with the side of his head and sends him tumbling backwards. Slater climbs back over the guard wall and looks over at Slater who is now being carefully loaded onto the stretcher and moved away up the ramp by medics as Cable looks on. The referee waves his hands away and encourages Cable to carry on with the match. He obliges by dragging M.D.K. up and clubbing him over the back of the head and throws him at the ring apron as Donald Masters takes the microphone.
Masters: “Tristan Slater has been declared medically unfit to continue!”
Cable turns to Masters as he says this and then back to M.D.K. who has disappeared under the ring! Confused, the Man Beast lifts up the apron and looks for M.D.K. to no avail before stomping around the ring and lifts up the next edge of the apron only to find nobody home. He is starting to look increasingly annoyed as he trudges along to the other edge of the ring and lifts up the apron to find nothing again. The crowd pops in excitement too late for Cable to realise that M.D.K. has emerged from the entry point and is behind Cable with a kendo stick in hand!
M.D.K. wallops Cable with the stick which fractures on impact. Cable drops to one knee and M.D.K. hits him again with it only for it to break in half over the broad back of the Man Beast. Cable looks enraged and stands up to full height and charges forwards at a fearful M.D.K. who drops down and hits a big spine-buster onto the hard edge of the ring apron that leaves the Oil City native slumped against the edge of the ring. M.D.K. stands over him and unleashes a flurry of right hands to the forehead of Cable before holding him by the face and screams at him to just give up and die. Cable defiantly spits in the face of M.D.K. who stumbles away, wipes the spit away and allows the red mist to descend again. He charges forwards and stomps a mudhole into the chest of the Mandingo before backing up to the guard wall and charges forwards to deliver a running knee to the chest of Cable but the Man Beast pops up first and lifts M.D.K. up high and hotshots him over the bottom rope!
The Hall of Famer is essentially hung across the bottom rope and his legs kick and flail as he struggles to breathe! Cable climbs onto the ring apron and smiles as M.D.K.’s face is beet red before Cable charges along the apron and aims a running boot at the neck of M.D.K. and connects that sends M.D.K. slumping to a heap on the outside.
Cable jumps down and drags M.D.K. back up and into the ring. He clobbers him and he hauls him back to his feet and whips him into the corner, M.D.K. reverses it though and it’s Cable who crashes in. M.D.K. follows up with a splash but Cable catches him in mid air and drops him with a single arm uranage! Cable drops down and makes the cover!
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But M.D.K. is able to pop the shoulder up at 2! Cable looks frustrated and sits up with a weary shake of his head. He drags M.D.K. up and delivers a European uppercut that sends him backwards towards the corner. Cable follows up M.D.K. into the corner but the Hall of Famer slides out of the way and wraps up the waist of Cable but the Man Beast holds onto the top turnbuckle defiantly. M.D.K. heaves and strains to no avail as Cable swings an elbow back at M.D.K. but misses and M.D.K. goes for a belly to belly suplex that Cable is able to block and counter with a jaw-breaker! M.D.K. stumbles backwards into the corner and then charges forwards with an irritated look as Cable drops the shoulder and lifts M.D.K. into the Torture Rack position! He looks to complete the Darkest Hour when M.D.K. slides off of the back of the Man Beast and spins him around and drops him with a HellShot! M.D.K. keeps the arms wrapped around the neck of Cable and turns it into the Mancuerda (STO into Koji Clutch) and wrenches on the neck of Cable and howls at him to give up.
Cable roars in pain and defiance as the referee checks on Cable to see whether he wants to continue. Cable refuses to give up as his face turns red as the oxygen is driven from his body. Like a snake with its prey, M.D.K. wraps himself around the body of the Man Beast and demands that he gives up. He tells him to give up like everyone in his life has given up on him. He tells him to give up like Jessica gave up on life.
This is enough to evoke a wide eyed trance state of fury from Cable who suddenly reaches into the air and feeds off of the crowd’s energy who are urging him on. He slowly crawls to his knees with M.D.K. still attached and starts to drag his body over to the bottom rope while M.D.K. yells at him to just give up. Cable won’t though and he grips onto the mat and slides closer to the ropes and as he does, M.D.K. rolls through and sends him further away from the ropes. The crowd’s hope fades as does Cable’s vital signs as the hold is locked in. The referee checks on the hand of Cable and lifts it up. It falls. He lifts it for a second time and it falls. The referee lifts it for a third time and drops it…
And we have life! The crowd get behind Cable as M.D.K. howls at him to stop fighting back and that it isn’t fair. Cable drags himself closer to the ropes again and as M.D.K. rolls through again, Cable holds M.D.K. in place and makes a snap pin!
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No!
M.D.K. is able to burst free while the crowd is convinced that it was a three, the referee raises two fingers to indicate that it was definitely a two count. Cable roars in frustration at the referee but before he can react, M.D.K. is up and spins him around and drops him with a second HellShot! Cable’s cranium bounces off of the canvas as a groggy M.D.K. rolls Cable over and makes the pin!
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M.D.K. screams as Cable pops the arm up at the very last second. M.D.K. stands up and argues with the referee and backs him into the corner. The referee defiantly holds up the two fingers at M.D.K. to indicate that it was a two count and a disgusted M.D.K. clears his nostrils across the shirt of the referee as he turns back to Cable and drags his dead weight up. As Cable climbs to one knee, M.D.K. leaves him in the middle of the ring, points to his foot, points to the sky and charges into the ropes. He dashes forward to deliver a running Yakuza kick but Cable catches him with a boot to the mid-section and a quick Waking Nightmare (Pedigree) out of nowhere! Cable drops down, hooks the leg and makes the cover!
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New Champ!
But the referee stops at 2! Cable looks like he is about to explode as he looks at the fearful referee who simply points to the boot of M.D.K. casually draped across the bottom rope to break the cover! Cable holds his head in his hands and remains on his knees as he looks to the sky for answers. The Man Beast climbs to his feet unsteadily and pulls M.D.K. up with him. He hoists him onto his shoulders and sets up the torture rack. He bounces his rival across his shoulders and roars for M.D.K. to just give up. He launches his adversary into the air to complete the Darkest Hour but before he can hit the cradle brain-buster, M.D.K. shifts his weight and turns it into a momentum enhanced, spinning HellShot that sends Cable sprawling face first into the mat at high impact! M.D.K. hooks the leg!
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The crowd are counting alone!
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Cable isn’t responding!
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DING! DING! DING!
Donald Masters: “And the winner of the match… AND NEW… WGWF World Heavyweight Champion… M… D… K!”
The crowd try to boo but the home-town hero energy is just too much and they stand to applaud and cheer the stunned M.D.K. who just remains flat on his back for a moment and looks up at the lights. Charlie Big Potato plays as he is helped to his feet by the referee and has his arm raised and the World Heavyweight Title handed back to him. He cockily kisses it before dropping to his knees and lets the emotion and the roar of the crowd chanting “That was awesome” and looks deeply emotional as his music continues to play.
He climbs to his feet and climbs onto one of the turnbuckles and drapes it over his shoulder and taps it before looking down the camera and mouths the words “This is MY title!” as the credits roll.