Post by Frost on Jul 15, 2021 6:58:05 GMT -5
(Advisory; the show is written with other RP'ers wrestler's, the wins/loss are NOT a reflection on any handler just apart of an angle. If you would like to help contribute please send me a PM. 2nd this show takes place in a world where there ISN'T a pandemic, enjoy )
WGWF Monday Night BRAWL
06/8/2020
Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse
Cleveland, Ohio
*** There Can Only Be ONE ***
The scene opens to a completely backlit room where WGWF Commissioner Matt Hopkins stands behind a table draped in black cloth where the WGWF Championship sits proudly displayed.
Matt Hopkins: I’m going to keep this short and sweet, just a few short weeks ago at the showcase of the immortals on the WGWF’s grandest stage EVER…..WrestleWar’s….saw this very championship (Matt places his left hand on top of the WGWF Title)…..battled for inside the Elimination Chamber and Madison Square Garden witnessed THIS MAN…..
Hunter emerges from the darken background and walks into the light with a grin on his face as he stands next to Matt who in turns picks up the WGWF Championship and drapes it across Hunter’s left shoulder.
Matt Hopkins: THIS MAN BECAME THE NEW WGWF CHAMPION….HUNTER!!!!!
MEGA POP
Matt Hopkins: Despite the internet rumors or the moans and groans from the locker room, he LEFT WrestleWar’s the champion and returned on Brawl as the Champion NEW CONTRACT and all.
Hunter: Deal with It, that includes you Andy and especially you Slater because TONIGHT, both of you insignificant PRICKS will march yourselves down to MY ring. There all three of us are going to either talk this shit out or BOTH of you will be left lying once again at the feet of your ONE and ONLY WGWF CHAMPION!!!
POP
Matt Hopkins: Which brings us to this evenings Master of the Mat Quarter finals which will STILL take place and then the Semi Finals on June 22nd and the FINALS which for the first time ever will be broadcasted on network TV on July 13th where the WINNER will not only earn the title of 2020 Master of the Matt but will in ensure themselves the MAIN EVENT for the WGWF Championship at SUMMER MADDNESS on August 24th
MEGA POP
Matt Hopkins: And with the Master of the Mat tournament broadcasted LIVE on the TNT network, we’re kicking things off with a BANG…..TAX verses CABLE is NEXT!!!!!
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Cameras pan back after the fireworks display getting a shout of the sold-out Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse here in Cleveland Ohio with the WGWF Universe standing on their feet.
Derrick Diamond “Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen live from Cleveland Ohio along with our NEW broadcaster’s over at TNT we welcome you to Monday Night BRAWLLLLLLLLL!!!!!”
Professor Baxter “And WHAT a night to join us where the QUARTER FINALS of the Master of the Mat tournament are set to begin along with the best of THREE out of FOUR as Alyce and her Wonderland Warriors get ready to battle God’s own Holy Warriors members of the Extinction all with a shot at the chance at the WGWF Trinity Tag Titles on the line.”
Derrick Diamond “Plus the WGWF Champion, the TRUE Champion Hunter looks to settle the score between Tristian Slater and Andy Johnson Page later tonight in that very ring but like we heard just moments ago it’s time for the Master of the Mat to continue, Donald the ring is all yours……”
Donald Master’s: THIS is your opening contest a Master of the Mat Quarter Finals MATCH!!!!!!!
POP
Donald Master’s: The following singles match is set for one fall and has a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first weighing in at 232 pounds, hailing from Rockford Illinois WGWF Hall of Fame’er……TAXXXXXXXXXX
The lights in the arena go pitch black before slowly fading into a dark green hue as Danzig's “Mother” hits the sound system. The anticipation among the capacity crowd grows and some of them sing along with the song's lyrics.
“Mother
Tell your children not to walk my way
Tell your children not to hear my words
What they mean
What they say
Mother
Mother
Can you keep them in the dark for life
Can you hide them from the waiting world
Oh mother
Father
Gonna take you daughter out tonight
Gonna show her my world
Oh faaaathheeerr!!!!”
As Glenn Danzig's voice rings out on that last note, what appears to be a bolt of lightning strikes the center of the stage causing a loud crash and a puff of smoke which eventually fades leaving the shadowy of figure of none other than TAX!! Tax has his head down, hidden underneath the gray cloth hood attached to his black leather jacket, but he slowly lifts his head up and stares forward, showing no emotion whatsoever.
Diamond “A previous Master of the Mat winner, Tax would have been one of the favorites. BUT. Nobody is aware of the condition of Tax after his non sanctioned war with Raziel just three short weeks ago plus the MONSTER he’s facing is one certainly on a mission of redemption.”
The crowd goes insane with cheer as Tax begins to descend down the rampway, slowly walking towards the ring. Once he reaches ringside, he climbs up the steps and trails down the ring apron until he reaches the next corner where he climbs the turnbuckles and simply stares out at the crowd. He remains there for several seconds before dropping down over the ropes and into the ring.
Donald Master’s: And his opponent hailing from Jacksonville, Florida by way of Oil City Pennsylvania. Weighing in at 267 pounds, this is the “BEAST”…….JOHNNNNNNN CABLEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly but there isn’t any sign of the big man.
Diamond “Where’s Cable?”
Baxter “Stage fright, forfeit or maybe like Tax before him he’s gone on a bender and is somewhere face down in a gutter. It is Cleveland so there are a TON of gutters all around.”
Cameras walk back through the curtain where Cable is shown talking to someone on a phone with a producer begging John to “fight”
Cable: I know, thank you….I won’t let you…I mean me…I won’t let myself down.
Cable PUSHES past the camera man and appears on stage as the lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cables makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match.
*Ding….Ding*
Diamond “Here we go, the opening to the 2021 Master of the Mat tournament begins with the CLASH of Titans.”
Cable and Tax are just staring holes in one another, their incredibly intense gazes completely unfaltering. They don’t even bother to circle one another, merely staring into each other’s fury and not budging. The pressure cooker mounds between both men until they suddenly lean towards the center of the ring and both men initiate in a ridiculously intense lock-up, neither man able to gain the upper hand on the other. The two force one another to step all over the ring, neither man able to get an advantage. They realize their stalemate and break up the lock, both men taking steps back into corners. Their eyes still never leave one another and it’s not long before they’ve wiped their hands off, shaken it out, and they’re back at it again – a second lock-up. This one is just as intense as the last one, except this time, both men are charging like bulls locking horns, with Cable forcing Tax up against the ropes, but as the referee orders him to get him off those ropes, Tax roars back and pushes Cable all the way back against the opposite ropes before John forces both men back into the middle of the ring, those horns still locked.
Baxter “These hoses are certainly testing one another’s strength here this evening.”
Again, neither man can gain an advantage, and they undo their lock-up. Many in the crowd express their respect for the sheer intensity and power both men are displaying here, but there’s no love lost between the two titans in the ring. They go at it one more time, both men taking the step and getting in another lock-up, this one again turning into a 200-lb plus tug of war. But this time, neither man is willing to unhook the thing, both men actually forcing each other against some ropes…before they roll outside the ring, the collar-and-elbow tie still locked in. They’re roaming around the outside now, their intense tie-up still going on. They break it up and stare daggers at each other once again, before both men simultaneously roll back into the ring, but the second they roll back to their feet, Tax breaks the civility by SLAPPING CABLE ACROSS THE CHEST very promptly. The “Beast” reels a little bit, but he mostly just stares right back at Tax, his infamously buggy eyes looking angrily back towards the Hall of Fame’er. TAX for his part just looks back at Cable and has a look that just says ‘you want some more?’ John responds by SHOVING TAX BACK, a push like that possibly breaking a normal man in half, but Tax stays standing, now staring daggers back at Cable. Referee Ray Ramsey tries to get between both men and asks them to back away from one another, which Cable backs away from, but Tax just stands looking at Cable with a smirk. The Hall of Fame’er soon backs away and gives the space the referee is asking for before sicking both men back on each other. They both go for one more lock-up, but Tax uses some of his mat prowess and shoots towards Cable’s legs, getting a single leg takedown. Tax spins on top of John’s body, but the sheer power wrestler in Cable is quick to counter, leading to the two reversing each other’s grapples in a ground game fury. When the tanks are done maneuvering, It’s Cable who is in control of Tax, grappling him in a front headlock as he performs what amateur wrestlers call the ‘cement mixer’, taking Tax’s head and arm and whipping him over, landing on top of him –
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NO!!
Tax is quick to kick out of the move, Cable flashing a part of his moveset people forgot he had and possibly even surprising Tax. Even so, the Hall of Fame’er quickly flurries out of the move, catching Cable’s ankle yet again, but Cable is quick to get to his feet and force Tax to let go of it, Tax instead transitioning his grip to a rear waistlock takedown, putting Cable right back on the mat. Tax exhibits some mat skills there, immediately jumping to Cable’s head and trapping him in a front headlock now, both men almost completely flat on the canvas. The Hall of Fame’er seems to want to cut off the circulation from the stronger “Beast”, but John begins to show signs of life and start making it to his feet. As he tries to get up, we can see Tax clench the hold harder, momentarily stopping Cable on one knee. Tax keeps the move locked in as hard as he can, but Cable still has the power to get to his feet, Tax however transitions the move…HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX!! Tax turns the submission hold into flipping Cable completely over! Tax now jumps on Cable with a cover –
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NO!!
Diamond “It’s going to take a herculean effort to put anybody down for a three count in this one.”
Cable is also quick to get out of that one, rolling to his feet and staring the Hall of Fame’er down once again. Tax then extends his arms and motions with two fingers for John to ‘bring it’. The ‘Beast” is more than happy to oblige, charging at Tax with a clothesline…but Tax doesn’t go down!! He stumbles but doesn’t fall, taking a few steps back from the impact, but stays vertical. The crowd pops as Tax’s badassery comes full force here, but Cable isn’t amused. Cable now looks at Tax and motions for him to ‘bring it’, which wipes the small smirk that was on Tax’s face right off. The Hall of Fame’er takes a few more steps back before charging at Cable with a clothesline of his own…but the “Beast” stays up as well!! These two titans are really putting each other to the test here, Cable stumbling a tad, but recovers to pound his chest with a roar. Right after this he doesn’t even give Tax a chance to react, coming right at him with a BEHEADING LARIAT, catching Tax off guard and putting more noticeable force behind that one. Cable does a push-up to get himself back to his feet after that explosive impact, Tax seeing stars for a moment before getting back to his feet, only for Cable launch at him again for ANOTHER LARIAT…NO!! Tax catches the arm…CROSSFACE…NO!! Cable sees the move coming and immediately plants a foot on the bottom rope, forcing Tax to prevent trying to even lock the move in. The crowd throws some heat at Cable for having to resort to the rope break. Before Tax actually breaks the hold, he gives Cable a parting shot by giving him a heavy blow to the back of his head before coming to his feet. John has to shake it out as he gets to his feet, giving Tax the time he needs to trap Cable in an actual headlock, wrenching the big man’s head off. As the “Beast” tries to pry Tax off, but the Hall of Fame’ers got the hold locked in air tight. He even tries rolling back and getting Tax’s shoulders on the mat –
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Tax rolls then right back up, Cable now grounded, that headlock still wrapped in strong. John manages to get to his feet and almost takes all his strength to toss Tax off of him and into the ropes. On the rebound, Tax comes right back at Cable with a hard shoulder block, knocking John back, but not down. Tax didn’t seem to expect it to, rebounding off the ropes again, but Cable dodges him on the rebound, causing Tax to bounce again. On that rebound, Cable flashes his athleticism by LEAPING CLEAN OVER TAX, causing Tax to rebound yet again, only to be met by a very momentous CABLE SHOULDER BLOCK ON THE WAY BACK!! Tax goes down from the incredibly momentous blow, Cable jumping on him with a cover –
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NO!!
Tax obviously has more than enough fight still in him, John giving him a blow before lifting Tax back to his feet, only for him to snap his hands off of him and deliver a flurry of stiff chops to Cable before hitting him with a spinning back kick into his gut. This then leads the Hall of Fame’er to taking Cable and dropping him into an inverted atomic drop, then running at him as he stumbles away and hits him with a one-leg dropkick before springing up, rebounding off the ropes, and finishing the combo with a huge RUNNING SENTON!! Tax unleashes his furious strikes now when he might not be able to overpower Cable, Tax going for a big cover –
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NO!!
Cable still has more than enough fight in him, getting to his feet and rushing right back at Tax, who catches John in a BELLY TO BELLY position…but Cable fights back one he’s in the grapple, hitting Tax with hard shots to the face, even delivering a hard headbutt. He gears back for one final blow, but as he swings around, Tax ducks underneath, forcing Cable to spin right around in his grip, turning the belly to belly…INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX!! Cable is planted hard on the canvas, but the surprisingly athletic Tax keeps a bridge and keeps the hold on Cable –
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3-NO!!
Baxter “It seem the SOBER Soldier of Tax is certainly on the ball tonight, still riding that wagon which might get him BACK to that throne of the Master of the Mat 2020.”
John manages to roll the hold back over, to which Tax immediately jumps back on, turning his now grounded waistlock…INTO AN STF!! Tax rapidly going from move to move here, further cutting off the flow to Cable’s head. The crowd is popping big at seeing the monster Cable in a prone position, with Tax telling Cable ‘I’ll snap you in half, Johnny!’ Cable doesn’t take to kindly to these words, struggling mightily to get to his feet. The power and prowess of Cable allows him to eventually get to one foot with Tax still with his submission grip on lock, turning this now into A STANDING STF. As odd a move as this may seem, the “Beast” doesn’t stay in it long, snapping his leg free so he has a balanced base. Tax still has the facelock in, but Cable takes his arms and starts to power the facelock off, the struggle between the two very evident. When he lifts the lock off enough, Cable manages to deliver a hard elbow shot to Tax’s face, possibly stiff, sending the Hall of Fame’er back a few steps. The crowd deflates back when Cable is freed, Tax charging right back at the “Beast”, but Cable catches Tax…T-BONE SUPLEX!! T-BONE SUPLEX!! Cable flings Tax over his body like he’s nothing!! The impressive move may change the momentum yet again –
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3-NO!!
Tax wants to keep going!! Cable has to shake some life back into his submitted limbs, but Tax has to struggle a bit to get back to his feet. Tax surprises Cable by jumping on him pretty quickly and locking in another headlock, John dropping to one knee momentarily before getting back vertical, the war machine that is Tax wrenching the headlock tight and making the veins on Cable’s bald head pop out. Tax is perhaps keeping to his strategy to wear down the “Beast”, Cable now dropping down to one knee in lack of oxygen from the tight hold. A moment passes where Tax sells the intensity of the simple headlock, nearly wrenching Cable’s head off, keeping him down…but John has a burst of life, lifting Tax in his headlock over his shoulders…TORTURE RACK!! TORTURE RACK!! CABLE’S GOT 232 POUNDS ON HIS SHOULDERS!!
Diamond “HE’S HALFWAY HOME, THE DARKEST HOUR APPILED BY CABLE!!!!”
Baxter “He’s STILL has to swing that torture rack into the brain buster though.”
Tax is in a great deal of pain here, Cable even spinning some with Tax on his shoulders. The agony is written on Tax’s face, but he’s not screaming, merely gritting his teeth and taking the move. Cable has an intense expression on his face literally trying to break Tax in half here as he looks to switch over the finality of his finisher looking for the Brain buster competent. But Tax starts to fight out of the hold, twisting one of his knees free and starts STRIKING CABLE IN THE TEMPLE WITH HIS KNEES. The “Beast” has no choice but to drop the big guy, Tax falling off his shoulders and backpedalling into a corner. Cable shakes the cobwebs out of his head and rushes at the corner bound Tax, only for Tax to jolt from the corner and CATCHES THE CHARGING CABLE IN A RUNNING STO!! John is thrown down against the canvas WITH AUTHORITY~! from the blow, but Tax’s agony is starting to mount and can’t immediately make a move to get back up, leaving both men lain on the canvas, the referee having to start the KO count…
…1!!
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…2!!
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…3!!
Diamond “The referee is up to FOUR here.”
…4!!
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…5!!
Tax gets back to his feet first, with Cable actually rolling to the outside upon getting enough in him. He grabs at what looks like a shoulder and leans on a barricade, so he’s not paying much attention when Tax spins and rebounds off the ropes and goes like a missile towards Cable…ELBOW SUICIDA!! ELBOW SUICIDA…THAT DRIVES THE “BEAST” THROUGH THE BARRICADE!! THE VIROCITY!!
Baxter “OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!”
Cameras now show both men are absolutely sprawled out at the feet of several front row fans, the legions of fans behind them and around the arena screaming “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!” While the crowd loses their shit, the referee gets to his duties after being in awe himself, counting again, this time with the count out –
…1!!
…2!!
…3!!
…4!!
Baxter “What if BOTH men are unable to make the count?”
…5!!
…6!!
Diamond “Then the winner of the Frazier/Logan match will automatically earn their spot in the FINALS of the tournament.”
…7!!
Tax lethargically gets to his feet and grabs Cable, pulling up the full 267 pounds of dead weight…
…8!!
Tax rolls John back under the ropes and he soon follows suit, making sure to cover –
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3…NO!!
Diamond “HE KICKED OUT!!! CABLE KICKS OUT!!”
The “Beast” is really giving Tax a great deal of trouble here, but the Hall of Fame’er doesn’t cry over spilt milk when Cable rolls up on all fours to try and get something back in him. Instead, Tax jumps on Cable and puts him in what looks like a front facelock again…but we quickly see that Tax has other means, pulling Cable’s whole body in and wrapping his legs around the muscleman’s body – GUILLOTINE CHOKE!! GUILLOTINE CHOKE!! All of Tax’s weight is pulling down on Cable’s neck and windpipe, crushing any hope he has to breathe. John is beginning to fade as Tax sells the intensity of the grip. Just as Tax tries to wrench Cable’s throat into submission, the “Beast” gets a little bit of life in him and thrusts forward BREAKING THE GRIP & SENDING TAX FIRST INTO A CRONER HEADFIRST INTO THE STEEL RING POST!!!!! As Cable gasps for breath cameras on the outside quickly show Tax’s forehead has been spilt open the hard way as blood begins gushing down the Hall of Fame’ers face. However he stumbles back to his feet pushing away the official just as he steps into a grapple via Cable…..BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Cable’s strength impresses once again as he chucks Tax over his body, having to crawl a bit and shake the cobwebs out before covering –
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NO!!
Tax still has plenty of go left in him even after that display, Cable delivering a hard series of blows to Tax’s head, staining his knuckles with blood before trying to pull him up off the canvas. He doesn’t lift him very far, however, keeping Tax bent over and shoving him between his legs looking for a POWERBOMB…NO!! Tax won’t let him do that, instead popping up and keeping hold of Cable’s arm, wrenching it as he goes under it, then pulls John up on his shoulders with a short arm…SAMOAN DROP!! SAMOAN DROP!! It’s Tax’s turn to display some power as he crunches Cable’s body beneath his on the big move, his turn to cover the big guy –
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NO!!
Another kickout from his fellow Titan!! Although frustrated, Tax doesn’t do so much besides wiping away the trickling blood covering his forehead before being able to get to his feet, stalking Cable as he tries to get back up. The “Beast “wobbles to his feet, Tax turning him around looking for his “DEATH & TAXES” Spinning STO/FACEBUSTER…but Cable forces himself off Tax before hoisting him on his own…DOMINATOR!! DOMINATOR!! THE RUNNING POWERSLAM CONNECTS!! The impact forces Cable to recoil off the body for a mere moment, John surprising everybody by covering the Hall of Fame’er here –
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NO!!!
Baxter “TAX ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! TAX ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! WOW!!”
Cable is forced to sit up next to Tax’s crimsons body, staring daggers at him as if to want to just kill him for not dying. Cable doesn’t get down trotted, however, as he takes several steps back and into a corner, his turn to now stalk Tax. Tax takes a while to roll over his blood staining the ring canvas, again ignoring any medical attention as he gets on all fours and start to get to his feet, the crowd growing more and more restless as he takes a step and turns around…CABLE CHARGES FOR A SPEAR…NO!! Tax doges it like a bullfighter, sending CABLE LIKE A MISSILE INTO THE UNFALTERING STEEL POST!! John slips out of the corner gripping his decimated appendage, possibly dislocated, right into the clutches of Tax…”DEATH & TAXES” STO/FACEBUSTER!! NO-CABLE DUCKS AND HE TRANSISTIONS…INTO THE CLUTCH!! THE CLUTCH!! THE REAR NAKED CHOKE IS LOCKED IN!! The blood from the cut above Tax’s forehead is opened wiped and perhaps Tax is dead in the water, but he struggles and puts up a fight, quickly fading as Cable now sells the intensity of the choke, yelling that ‘I’ll end all of you!’ Tax’s clenched fist show him not willing to give in, absolutely refusing to tap out…
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TAX FADES!! BUT HE DOESN’T TAP!!
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TAX IS MOTIONLESS!! THE REF CALLS FOR THE BELL!! CABLE’S DONE IT!!
*DING….DING*
Donald Master’s: Here is your WINNER…..(mixed POP)….as a result of a referee stoppage and advancing to the SEMI-FINALS OF THE MASTER OF THE MAT……JOHNNNNNN…..CABLEEEEEEE!!!!
Cable uncoils his arms stained in blood as Tax’s lifeless body simply collapses to the canvas at the feet of the “Beast”, Cable looks towards WGWF official Ramsey who is quick take the blood-stained arm and raise it high in the air as a sign of a well earned victory before Ramsey drops to his knees checking on the status of Tax.
Diamond “You talk about an absolute slobber knocker and that’s what we saw right here”
Baxter “THAT’S gotta be the favorite there Derrick, the BEAST is MY pick to win this WHOLE THING!!!!!”
Diamond “After tonight not many would disagree, but we’ve STILL got three more quarterfinal matches to witness. And yes, John looks to be as cold as ice in his focus and sheer physicality when that bell rang but Baxter he hasn’t even bothered to check on Tax a previous allies in years past.”
John takes his time savoring the victory before blankly staring down at Tax before turning and stepping over the top rope and slowly heading back up the entrance ramp as the ringside doctor slides into the ring looking to wake Tax back up with smelling salts as the official begins to bandage the his forehead…..
“THAT’S NOT HOW YOU WAKE A DRUNK UP!!!!!!”
Diamond “It CAN’T be.”
Baxter “But it IS…RAZ…RAZIEL IS BACK!!!!!”
The HEAT via the Cleveland crowd is loud and painful as cameras catch Raz simply dressed in a pair of steel wing tipped shoes along with just a pair of black suit pants and his signature sunglasses and that’s it. Cameras catch Raz leaping over the ringside barricade and his torso counties to display bruising from his & Tax’s unofficial war at Wrestle War’s. Despite wearing shades Raz’s madness is on display as the Hall of Fame’er slides into the ring shoving the officials to the side as Raz turns Tax over onto his back before KICKING TAX IN THE RIBS!!!!! Tax is quick to clutch at his mid-section as Raziel reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a CAN OF BEER WHICH HE OPENS DRINKS AND THEN SPITS/ POURS OUT OVER THE BODY OF TAX!!!!
Diamond “He’s a recovering acholic DAMMIT!!! Where is he going? What is is he doing with THAT?”
Baxter “ Looks to me like Tax is about to take the 13th step in that 12 step program. 13 standing for an ASS-WHOPPING by a HALL OF FAME’ER!!!!”
Back in the ring Tax has been able to make it back to his feet just long enough to lean his body up against the ropes as he tries to wipe the stinging beer out of his eyes. Raziel simply uses this to SMASH THE CHAIR ONE…TWO…THREE TIMES OFF TAX’S SPINE!!!! The HEAT continues as Tax simply crumbles back to the canvas as Raziel removes his shades as Tax is once again is struggling to get to his feet, Raziel is stalking him with an utter psychotic look in his eye, waiting…CRACKS THE CHAIR OFF THE SKULL OF TAX!!! The sickening impact echoes through the arena, as Tax falls, completely eagle spread…but Raziel doesn’t look to be done. Meanwhile cameras catch Cable STILL standing at the entrance way as he slowly turns his head to the side. Catching a glimpse as Raz rolls out of the ring and grabs another steel chair. He throws it in the ring, rolling Tax over on his stomach and laying his head face-down on the new chair.
Diamond “OH COME ON….SOMBODY HAS TO STOP THIS….JOHN….JOHN…DAMMIT JOHN STOP THIS…..YOU BEAT TAX, YOUR FRIENDS WITH TAX….STOP THIS!!!!”
This is the first real extended view we have of Raziel’s face, which is still psychotic, but we can also his mouth moving and despite Raziel NOT being mic’ed up the ring is and Raziel is ANYTHING but quite….
Raziel: Concerned? Some of you are concerned? Nobody’s concerned with Raziel. No…noo…no…ALL ANYBODY CARE ABOUT IS….is…this drunk…they ONLY care about Tax. The truth is no one cares about Raziel. No one wants to shake hands with him. No one wants to agree with him. No one wants to respect him. No one wants anything to do with Raz. They’ve all completely isolated him. They’ve all completely cut him off. They’ve left him completely alone.
Diamond “He’s lost it, would somebody GET OFF THEIR BUTTS IN THE BACK AND HELP HIM….JOHN CABLE WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BOY?”
Even the ringside mic’s have picked up on Diamond’s screams via ringside but still cameras how a still lifeless Cable still just standing in the entrance way still just watching. As Raziel stares down, chair in hand, chair under Tax’s cheek, crowd buzzing…
Raises the chair…
“I HAVE TO STOP IT!!”
SMACK!!!
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SMACK!!!!
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SMACK!!!
THREE CON-CHAIR TOS!!! THREE TIMES THE CHAIR MEETS HUMAN FLESH!!! TAX’S BEEN BUSTED OPEN…AGAIN!!!
Baxter “You talk about a SPINE SHATTERING message being sent, covered in the blood of a considered bastard, THAT was the message Raziel just sent EVERYONE in the back.”
Tax is lying completely unresponsive, with Raziel’s expression never changing. His stoic, psychotic intensity is radiating, as he opens the chair with Tax’s blood stain now and sets it beside the lifeless body of Tax. Raziel turns and in a flash it seems John Cable is now standing on the ring apron. Raz with his hands in the air looking directly at Cable lies down and rolls out of the ring and heads back into the crowd. As Cable simply stares down at the body of his so called “ally” as EMT’s and a few officials slide into the ring to help Tax.
Diamond “DAMMIT what did we just witness besides a SNUFF film in terms of brutal madness via Raziel but the WORTHLESS and COWARDLY action of John Cable who just watched a Hall of Fame’er, a peer, a friend a GOD DAMN FATHER just get his brains bashed in and the Beast just watched. Now what’s that all about?”
Baxter “New year, NEW RULES Derrick. Speaking of which after a quick break Roderick Frazier of Rep INC has a statement towards his opponent this evening in an up coming Master of the Mat Quarter finals contest.”
Commercial Break
*** Representation, Repercussions & Reparations ***
After returning from break WGWF Brawl finds itself in unfamiliar settings basically that being in what can only be described as south-central LA. Obviously a pre-tapped promo shot in a very grimy, gritty & graffiti laden area of the city. Despite the visual the neighborhood is one filling with life, children laughing, hop scotch on the sidewalk, a few lawn chairs, coolers of refreshments, the slight sounds of RnB play in the background soon enough cameras watch as a Mercedes G Wagon rolls into frame and the back passengers window rolls down as the “X Man” Roderick Frazier is shown…..
Frazier: THIS, this right here is where I need to be, THIS area is what Rep INC needs to build black better from. See while Andre my brother from the same mother is getting healed up. It’s left up to me to RE the BLACK ink all over that ring, and becoming a Master of the Matt winner the FIRST EVER BLACK Master of OUR mat is the first step for the reparations, the respect and the representation that is WELL overdue in today’s WGWF…..
See the black man himself has to be made aware of the importance of going into business for himself. Andre and I are working to eliminate the necessity of you and me having to act ignorantly and disgracefully, boycotting and picketing some cracker someplace else trying to beg him for a job. Anytime you have to rely upon your enemy for a job, you're in bad shape. When you — and he is your enemy.
MY enemy is some half painted cracker who rides in vents and eats rat shot for all I know. I know that boi was HANDED a briefcase full of Benjamin’s however Rep INC is CLOSED this evening. No white boi is gonna pay me to lay down for the one, two, three. Sorry homie that shit AIN’T gonna play tonight. And besides your high school musical make up this big dick waving black MAN ain’t gonaa be singing or selling ANY of your so called move list either You can't sing up on freedom. But you can swing up on some freedom. Cassius Clay can sing. But singing didn't help him to become the heavyweight champion of the world. Swinging helped him.
And tonight when I SWING at you little boi you either lay down or stand up and get BEATEN DOWN…AGAIN….AGAIN…AGAIN AND AGAIN….tonight the MASTER is home and YOUR master is the man….THE BLACK MAN!!!
*** Faithful Tea Party? ***
There’s a slight POP as cameras return back inside the arena however those soon turn to jeers as the backstage hallway shot is that of all four members of Extinction lead of course by the “God” dressed in white and one third of the trinity tag team champions Paul Frost with Velvet dressed in her black/sliver & stud leather attire with Ridge & Dusk behind each carrying their own title belts. They stop in front of a locker room door marked…..
Diamond “What’s this all about?”
Baxter “Well with the proclaimed Savior, the Holy Harlot, a woman who thinks she’s Alyce in wonderland and a seven-foot giant wearing a white rabbit mask. Well let’s say anything SOUTH of normal would be a good bet.”
Just as Frost goes to knock on the door, it swings open violently as Ride & Dusk stand in front of their “God” there’s a MIXED POP as both Jackdaw & the White Rabbit step out of the darken room as Ridge & Jackdaw indemnity get in each other’s face while the two big men Dusk & the Rabbit size one another up……
Diamond “WATCH OUT HERE, this best three out of four trinity tag contendership could explode right here right now!!!!”
“ BOYS, that’s no way to greet our guests and besides…..We MUST be civil it’s TEA TIME!!!!”
We hear a shriek and a cackle echoing from the dimly lit locker rom door. The Rabbit & Jackdaw each nod as they step back easing tensions as Frost turns to Ridge & Dusk, holding the backs of their heads.
Frost: Go forth, show those carnival FREAKS what happens when FAITH in FROST guides you to victory, a HOLY VICTORY in MY NAME!!!!!
HEAT
Ridge & Dusk comply as cameras watch both sets of tag teams leave the hallway in opposite directions leaving Frost to gently lead the hand of Velvet as the two walk into the dimly lit locker room where the POV switches showing a candle lit & violet backlit locker room better resembling the inside of a gothic tea house, wall paper torn on one side of the wall, candles melting into the eye sockets of stacked skulls and in the center of the room a round table it’s table cloth slashed in spots, a pentagram spray painted on what’s remaining of the white table cloth and sitting on the far end….ALYCE STARRCHYLDE….wearing a playful yet gothic black sun flower dress with spears of paint of all colors spattered across it.
Alyce: Hmmmm I don’t remember your invitation saying a plus one on it, let alone brining along a cheap purple haired nickel and dime trash bag SLUT into MY tea party!!!!!!
Velvet: You insult little bi……
Frost (brings Velvet’s right hand down by her side before pulling back a chair and sitting her on it): Easy, easy there’ll be time enough for that later in that ring. Save it for Fire it’s WASTED on her. And as we agreed Alyce only ONE manager at ringside, so Velvet stays with me, she accompanies GOD!
Alyce: Doesn’t she have a MATCH that she’ll need you to CHEAT for in?
Frost: She’ll be just fine, like your invitation said. We stay and have a spot of tea while our monsters or in MY case the FAITHFUL slaughter your NON-FAITHFUL FREAK SHOW.
Alyce: Cute, Frosty but just like the on coming HEAT of the bright light they like they’re God will just MELT under the true foot of talent. A rabbit’s foot to be exact heheheheheheeeee…..
Frost: Well why didn’t you ask….(Frost reaches into his vest pocket and throws down a white rabbits foot in the center of the table)…..there once Dusk RIPS off the other later tonight, you’ll have a matching set…..
Alyce: Tea anyone?
All three villains share a sinister but yet untrusting smile as cameras pan out and head back to ringside…….
Diamond “This should be a interesting tea party to say the least but next up the Master of the Mat Quarter finals roll on the TNT network. Donald.”
Donald Master’s: The following singles match is the continuation of the Quarter Finals of the Master of the Mat tournament….(POP)…..this match is set for one fall and has a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first weighing in at 272 pounds, from Inglewood, CA via Compton, California…representing Rep INC….this is RODDDD…..FRAIZERRRRRRRRR!!!!!
On the screen, "YA BETTA WATCH YA BACK!" is shown. Just before the first verse begins, Frazier walks out wearing an Orange bandana on his head, Oakley sunglasses, and a black vest with no shirt, cutoff jeans, black works boots, and knee brace. Rod stops at the top of the ramp, lowers his head and pumps his head in the air (think 1968 olympics) as pyros go offf. From there he rubs the tape on each on of his wrists with the opposite hand and has a calm, collected gait down to the ring
Baxter "Certainly the MAN, the BLACK MAN looking to become the first ever Master of the Mat.”
Diamond “Race, Color. Creed or Religion has NOTHING to do with who’s ever won or will win this tournament. The Master of the Mat depends on ONE THING……THE BETTER WRESTLER advancing to the next round.”
Donald Master’s: And his opponent he weights in at 198 pounds and hails from your inner nightmares and dark desire’s….this is LOGANNNNNNN!!!!!!
The arena BLACKOUTS completely as “Bullet with a Butterfly” by Karen O rips across the speaks, blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance tunnel as smoke billows from below as the half pained warrior …LOGAN walks out on stage to a well received POP from the crowd. He quickly slides under the bottom rope and finds himself leaning up against the opposite turnbuckle.
Diamond “The WINNER of a 100 thousand dollars outlasting a battle royal on the grandest night, Logan looks to add to his legend here this evening.”
*Ding….Ding*
No circling the ring, no fancy moves to kick this one off, Frazier slaps his chest, psyching himself up, as Logan begins to circle around the canvas. Rod copies, prowling around the edges of the ring. The two men come together in a collar and elbow tie up, jostling for position in the centre of the ring - but Frazier easily over powers the smaller Logan into the near corner. Rod muscles into Logan, until the referee finally intercedes, separating the two men - but Frazier throws a right hand - Logan ducks and catches Rod with a School Boy!!- ….ONE…..TWO….NOOOO!! Frazier kicks out hurriedly, shoving Logan away and leaping back up to his feet. The crowd murmurs slightly with excitement, as Logan smirks at his opponent. Shaking his head with frustration, Frazier heads right back in, arms raised for a tie up. Logan steps forwards as well, but Frazier quickly snatches the Cruiserweight left arm and twists it around. Frazier cinches in the twist, but Logan drops down, rolling over and popping up once again, spinning through and twisting Frazier’s arm round instead, hyper extending the shoulder and elbow. As Logan then quickly pulls Frazier in, grabbing him in a Side Headlock. Logan wrestles with Rod’s head for a moment, before the Rep Inc. member manages to use his power quickly and shoves Logan away into the ropes. Logan shoots back, as Frazier whips his leg up - and Logan slides right through the legs as Rod spins around in shock and Logan snatches him in another Side Headlock. The two men stagger backwards slightly, before Rod shoves with his arms, hurling Logan off into the corner, causing him to collide with the turnbuckle sternum first. As Logan staggers out backwards; stunned … FRAZIER NAILS HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A STIFF CLOTHESLINE!! Logan crumples down to the canvas, clutching the back of his head, as Frazier looks on with his intense eyes. He pulls Logan back up to his feet and nails hip with a wicked Knife Edge Chop across the chest, followed by a quick right hand straight after! He drives Logan back into the ropes, setting the smaller man’s head between the ropes and wrenching back on his neck, almost like a Camel Clutch variation using the top rope!
Diamond “We ALL know the fire that drives men like Frazier in the WGWF, the chance at a main event pay day added in with the chance at the gold of the GREATEST championship in wrestling history. But Rod has to be smarter than to be counted out on a submission break.”
The referee counts Frazier out, “1 … 2 … 3 … 4”, and drags him away from the ropes, berating Rod, who protests loudly, holding his hands in the air shouting “DON’T shoot cracker” before Frazier reaches down and spins Logan around, leaning him against the ropes, reeling back and delivering a stinging Knife Edge Chop, ripping across Logan’s chest! The crowd “WOOOOOS” loudly at the smack of flesh and Logan groans in pain. Smirking, Frazier props Logan back up and connects with another Knife Edge Chop right across the already reddening chest of the Cruiserweight! More “WOOOOOS” ring throughout the Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse, Logan gasps for breath as Frazier then pulls Logan back up and throws a third Knife Edge Chop … but Logan ducks under it, propping Frazier against the ropes AND DELIVERING A FLURRY OF CHOPS TO FRAZIER!!
Baxter “In only his SECOND singles match in the WGWF, this fan favorite half face painted warrior is certainly a FAN favorite.”
The crowd cheers and “WOOOOOS” with every blow, as Frazier is rocked against the ropes, his eyes wide with surprise. Logan then grabs Rod’s arm and tries to Irish Whip him across the ring - but Frazier reverses it and pulls Logan in. But Logan quickly boots the former TV Champion in the gut, before reaching up and bringing him over with a Snapmare takedown. Frazier lands in a seated position in front of the ropes, and Logan leaps out onto the apron, holding onto the to rope, before swinging up … DRIVING HIS FEET INTO BFRAZIER’S FACE WITH A SWINGING DROPKICK!! Rod crashes backwards into the middle of the ring flat on his back as Logan then quickly leaps up … SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH PICKIN’ DA DIME … NAILING THE SPLASH!! He quickly hooks the leg, looking for an early victory! Logan with his first cover-ONE…TWO…T….NO!!!! Frazier kicks out desperately, as Logan shakes his head slightly, before quickly getting up to his feet. Frazier gets up as well, dazed though, and stagger backwards into the corner. Logan heads in right after… FRAZIER EXPLODES, LAUNCHING LOGAN UP OVER HIS HEAD … Logan lands with his hands on the top rope and wraps his legs around Rod’s head! Frazier then spins himself around and hurls Logan’s legs up into the air … as he lands on the apron. Frazier races in quickly, but Logan catches him with a shoulder to the gut, sending Rod staggering backwards. With Frazier reeling, Logan takes a chance & leaps up … GOING FOR A SPRINGBOARD … BUT FRAZIER SLUGS HIM HARD IN THE FACE, KNOCKING HIM DOWN TO THE OUTSIDE!! The official can’t keep Rod in the ring as he follows Logan to the outside. Grabbing a handful of Logan’s blonde hair he then WHIPS HIM VIOLENTLY AND SPINE-FIRST INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS. Logan gripes and grits his teeth, Frazier then rolls back into the ring to stop the count before rolling right back out to possibly deal more damage.
Baxter “Watch out here, the streets and the outside is where Frazier the BIG DAWG likes to eat and Logan may just be the first meal in the NEXT Master of the Mat’s diet.”
Diamond “Again you CAN’T advance in a double count out to the semi finals of the tournament BOTH men better be careful here.”
As Frazier goes back towards Logan, the enigmatic star finds something in him and starts fighting back once more. As the ref starts the count back over, Frazier tries to go back to work on Logan’s back by attempting to WHIP HIM INTO THE IRON POST…LOGAN REVERSES IT AND WHIPS FRAZIER INSTEAD!! Sheer instinct on behalf of Logan, who collapses onto one knee after chunking Frazier into the post. However, Frazier doesn’t fall, instead, being somehow pinned right up against the post. Logan sees this and charges right at Rod…RUNNING KNEE AGAINST THE IRON POST!! Frazier now drops like a stone as he might have a concussion, with Logan falling onto the ring lip. He gingerly jumps down to grab Frazier and roll him back into the ring but Logan remains on the apron waiting for the moment when Frazier reaches a seated position he SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE … HITTING BOOKER T WITH THE SEATED SENTON!!!
Diamond “LOGAN FLYING AND FRAZIER’S CHANCES MAY HAVE NOSED DIVED!!!!!”
The crowd roars with approval, as Logan still lying on the canvas as he touches his knee gingerly shaking some life back into it before rolling over & hooking Frazier far leg into the cover-ONE….TWO….THR…NO!!!! Frazier kicks out quickly, getting both his legs in the air, but Logan does not let it faze him. He pulls Rod back up to his feet and backs him against the ropes with right hands, before going for an Irish Whip across the ring, but Frazier reverses it, sending Logan off the ropes. He bounces back & Frazier boots him hard in the gut, before setting him up in a Powerbomb position … BEFORE LIFTING HIM UP HIGH … Logan fights it off though in mid air and slides down behind Frazier & grabbing at the neck, going for a Neckbreaker … BUT LOGAN COME DOWN ON HIS KNEE AS FRAZIER HOOKS LOGAN FROM BEHIND WITH A SNAP STUNNER!!! As Logan staggers away clutching his knee in agony, we see an intelligent smile on Frazier’s face as he walks up behind Logan and stamps hard on the back of his knee, causing the highflier to roll over in agony. Frazier quickly lifts up Logan’s left leg and kicks at the knee of the Cruiserweight over and over and over again, trying to pick apart the essential limbs of the athletic superstar.
Baxter “The dogs got a bone Derrick and I don’t think Frazier’s gonna let up on Logan’s legs anytime soon.”
Frazier then drags Lohan over to the bottom rope and props up his leg, the knee in particular … Rod launches himself up and comes crashing back down with his full 272 pounds across the knee of Logan! The half painted superstar cries out slightly, the pain shooting through his leg … BUT FRAZIER LEAPS UP AGAIN AND SLAMS INTO THE KNEE! Logan tries to grab his leg, but Frazier quickly pulls the Cruiserweight to the centre of the ring, drags his left leg over, so that Logan is on his front, and sits down, applying the HALF BOSTON CRAB!!
The crowd groans as the submission is applied as Logan is put through even more pain. Logan scratches and claws for the bottom rope, only for Frazier to wrench back even harder on the leg, desperate for Logan to give up in front of thousands of people. The 100k Battle Royal winner inches along the canvas, spurred on by “will to win” … AND GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!! Angrily, Frazier maintains the submission, refusing to release it, as the referee counts: “1 … 2 … 3 … 4 …” Frazier finally drops the leg, glaring at the official.
Diamond “Easy Rod, this fire, this sadistic streak we’re seeing in Rod is more disturbing than I remembered.”
Roderick does let up for a second though, as he grabs hold of Logan’s leg once again and yanks him back to the middle of the ring. Though obviously not a submission wrestler, Rod begins to go for another leg hold, this time the most famous one of them all … he spins around Logan’s leg for the FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK … but Logan kicks him in the back with his other foot and Frazier stumbles forwards … GETTING TANGLED IN THE SECOND ROPE!! Logan begins to make it back up to his feet incredibly gingerly, limping all the time looking to take advantage as he turns and begins to hobble towards the ropes, unable to run … AND FRAZIER RUSHES UP BEHIND AND TAKES HIM BACK DOWN WITH A CHOP BLOCK!! Logan crumples forward in agony, as Frazier then HURLS Logan into the corner with force. Rod then wraps Logan’s left leg around the middle rope and the knee joint, pulling it taught … BEFORE KICKING IT AGAIN … AGAIN … AND AGAIN! Logan gasps and howls with the pain of each blow … BEFORE KICKING FRAZIER IN THE FACE WITH HIS FREE LEG, KNOCKING HIM DOWN!
Baxter “DESPERATE TIMES call for DIRTY FIGHTING…DESPERATION being showed by Logan, like a rat trapped in a cage.”
With Frazier turned away for even a few moments, Logan quickly tries to capitalise, as he normally would, by heading to the top turnbuckle. Logan’s knee almost gives out on him as he makes it to the top much more slowly than usual, putting barely any weight on his left leg at all … FRAZIER CLUBS HIM FROM BEHIND, CAUSING LOGAN TO FALL BACKWARDS AND GET CAUGHT IN THE TREE OF WOE!!
Diamond “Logan could find himself in REAL trouble here, look…look at that vile smile from Frazier…..”
Grinning sadistically, Frazier backs off, arms raised in the air to MIXED HEAT from the crowd. He walks across the ring … BEFORE RACING TOWARDS LOGAN … WHO ROLLS UP … AND FRAZIER SMACKS INTO THE STEEL RING POST SHOULDER FIRST!!! It’s Frazier’s turn to rolls around on the canvas holding his arm, as Logan carefully tries to make it to the top rope once more. His left leg seems to be shaking with strain, as Frazier walks up behind … LOGAN FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH AN ASAI MOONSAULT … BUT FRAZIER CATCHES HIM ON HIS SHOULDER!! The crowd lets out another groan, this one of awe though, as size starts to matter. As Frazier carries Logan to the middle of the ring … THROWS HIM UP … BUT LOGAN COUNTERS INTO A DDT!!
Diamond “GOOD GOD…WHAT A DDT!!!!”
Baxter “BUT HE CAN’T CAPTILZE”
A HUGE POP goes up from the crowd, as Frazier lies flat on his back as Logan tries to stand up … his knee gives way! Instead, Logan simply crawls over on his hands and knees and hooks Frazier’s leg!- ONE…TWO…TH….NO!!! Frazier kicks out to, now it’s Logan who shows a tiny bit of frustration, as he shakes his head. Quickly he grabs hold of the top rope and heaves himself back up. Limping badly, Logan pulls Rod up and drills him with right hands, knocking him back into the corner. Grabbing hold of Rod’s arm, Logan goes for an Irish Whip …Rod reverses it and pulls Logan in … THEY SMACK HEADS TOGETHER!! The clash of heads sends a sickening smack throughout the Fieldhouse and both men stumble backwards, with Logan landing in the corner. Thanks to this positioning, Logan gingerly steps up the turnbuckle, as Frazier clambers back up to his feet with his back to his opponent …LOGAN LEAPS OFF … DRIVING FRAZIER’S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS WITH A JUMPING BULLDOG!!! Logan reaches back and hooks Rod’s far leg desperately! -…ONE….TWO…TH…NO!!! FRAZIER BARELY KICKS OUT! The crowd gasps, knowing how close that one was, Logan then quickly pulls Rod back up to his feet and backs him against the ropes with stiff right hands. Grabbing Rod’s arm, he goes for the Irish Whip, but Frazier reverses it, sending Logan back into the ropes. He rebounds and flies back, ducking Frazier’s Clothesline, coming off the other ropes … AND GETS DAMN NEAR DECAPTITATED WITH A JUMPING HOOK KICK!! Frazier drops down for a cover!-…ONE….TWO…THR-NO!!!! LOGAN KICKS OUT!
Diamond “Frazier is certainly in tip top form here this evening, a TRUE dark horse in every sense of the word. This man could very well be the NEXT Master of the Mat.”
Even though he looked unconscious, Logan somehow survived that one. Frazier sits bolt upright, holding his head in his hands in dismay. He staggers back up to his feet and walks towards the referee, demanding to know how that was not a three count. The official holds his own though, yelling at Frazier to back off. Rod, fuming with rage, storms back over to the fallen Logan and drags him up … LOGAN CATCHES HIM WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE!!
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Baxter “FRAZIER KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!”
The crowd gasps, as Logan almost won the match out of nowhere. Frazier is quickly back up to his feet though, and boots Logan quickly. Before dragging him back up and presses him into the ropes, before going for the Irish Whip … but Logan reverses, bringing Frazier into a kick to the gut. Frazier doubles over and Logan races off the ropes as quickly as his knee will allow … LEAPING UP … HITTING A SCISSORS KICK TO THE BACK OF HIS SKULL!!! Logan collapses back, grabbing the far leg!
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Diamond “NO!!! A LAST SECOND KICK OUT FROM ROD FRAZIER!”
Baxter “Logan certainly winning the hearts, minds and cheers via this capacity crowd.”
Frazier flops around in the ring, rolling head over heels, before finally staggering back up to his feet. Poised on the apron … LOGAN LEAPS UP … AND SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE LOOKING FOR THE WEST COAST POP … BUT FRAZIER CATCHES HIM IN THE POWERBOMB POSITION AND RACES FORWARDS … BUT LOGAN COUNTERS WITH A HURRICANRANA OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!
Both men land on the hard floor outside and lay still, as the referee begins his count.
“ONE … TWO … THREE …”
Logan is the first to show signs of life.
Diamond “Remember a double count out would advance John Cable to the FINAL of the tournament in this bracket.”
“… FOUR … FIVE … SIX …”
Logan crawls towards the ring apron and begins to pull himself up.
Baxter “Where’s Frazier, I only see Logan on the outside.”
“… SEVEN … EIGHT …”
Using every last bit of effort, Logan rolls into the ring –
BUT FRAZIER ALREADY SLIDE BACK INTO THE RING. He looks to blindside Logan … BUT LOGAN FEELIS HIM COMING … he spins and ducks under Rod’s swings, racing across the ring and shooting off the ropes. Frazier leaps up for a Hook Kick, but Logan darts under that as well, hitting the ropes again, BUT FRAZIER GETS HIM ON THE WAY BACK … LIFTING HIM UP … AND SLAMMING HIM DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH A HIGH IMPACT SPINEBUSTER!! The crowd is wild at this point, as Frazier makes the cover-
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Logan keeps the match alive & the Rep INC. member is forced to continue the offence without mercy, as Frazier begins driving SEVERAL REPEAT ELBOWS INTO LOGAN’S SPINE!! The move has Logan yelping in pain, but just when it looks like he’s going to let go, he transitions the whole thing into a grounded abdominal stretch. Logan is griping as best he can, trying to wage forth the resolve he needs to get out of the energy draining maneuver. The crowd is trying to will Logan on, the enigmatic competitor begins feeling their support as he starts making his way back to a vertical base, Frazier keeping the hold locked in. Before he can deliver more shots to Logan spine, the half-painted face warrior fires back by freeing an arm and delivering several elbows to Frazier’s gut to try and get free. But Rod surprises all in attendance when he turns his half abdominal stretch into a PUMPHANDLE PENDELUM BACKBREAKER!! Logan’s spine goes from coiling up to coming apart as he’s brought down HARD on Frazier’s knee, rolling off and gripping his back in pain.
Eventually Frazier gets back to his feet … AND BEGINS TO CLIMB THE TURNBUCKLE! The fans seem rather shocked, as Frazier deviates from his usual game plan, looking for some high-risk manoeuvre. He ascends up the turnbuckle backwards, facing the ring, and stands on the second rung - as Logan leaps up and drill him with a right hand. Frazier freezes, as Logan nails him with several more shots, before stepping up to the second turnbuckle himself. Logan tries to hook Rod’s right arm … but Frazier wraps it around Logan’s chest instead … AND LEAPS OFF … NAILING A MODIFIED BOOKEND OR ROCK BOTTOM LIKE MOVE TO LOGAN OFF THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!!!
Diamond “MY WORD WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?”
Baxter “It was SUPER effective whatever that was, Rod Frazier pulling out ALL the stops in this Quarter Finals Match up and the cover….the cover….”
The fans POP despite the perpetrator of the move, and Frazier slowly drapes an arm across Logan-
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*DING….DING*
Donald Master’s: Here is your WINNER…..(mixed POP)….as a result of a pinfall and advancing to the SEMI-FINALS OF THE MASTER OF THE MAT……RODDDDD……FRAZIERRRRRRR!!!!
Baxter “Well it looks like the MAN, the BLACK MAN is coming around into the Semi Finals of the Master of the Mat.”
Diamond “Frazier certainly owned his yard tonight and for that on June 22nd in the semi finals Frazier will face off against the BEAST John Cable. But this takes NOTHING away from Logan who took Frazier to the absolute limits.”
Frazier’s hand raised high in the air soaks in the moment before looking back at Logan who has propped himself up in a corner and almost shoots a look of “respect” towards the rookie’s gaze before turning and walking out of the ring as a victor but just Rods reaches the entrance way the titantron beings to blast…..
Baxter “Oh business is about to pick up at the hands of the NATURE BOY….WOOOOO!!!!”
Diamond “It’s the dirtiest player in the game, Ric Fliehr seems to have his eyes fixated on Logan and we’ll find out why after this quick break….”
Commercial Break
Fliehr can’t help but smile wide as he points towards Logan as he struts down the entrance way however cameras cut away backstage showing TRISTIAN SLATER 3-piece Armani Navy blue suit wearing, just as he arrives to Monday night Brawl.
Cameraman “Slater…Slater…Tristian any comments on what happened when you, Hunter and Andy we’re all together in the ring?”
Slater “Do I look like I care about ANYTHING but what should have been mine since the start…..the WGWF Championship is hanging off the shoulder of some AARP son of BITCH and now he and Hopkins think they can CONTROL me and sit me down next to that walking sack of crap who’s desperate for daddy’s favor.
THE GLOURIOUS….ONE….(heat)…made CCP nothing but a God damn vegetable who now get’s high on his own sedation medication and for ALL of that the ONLY thing that is going to drag myself down to that ring is what is owed to me………
The WGWF World Champion….SHIT!!!!!”
Just as Slater turned the corner a MEGA POP not heard since LeBron brought home a title erupts from the Cleveland faithful as ANDY JOHNSON PAGE ATTCKS SLATER FROM OUTTA NOWHERE!!!!!!
Baxter “What the HELL?”
Diamond “More like WHO the hell and that would be the man named ANDY….JOHNSON… PAGE….a man of his word PROMISING any and all beatings reserved for Slater himself.”
Baxter “He’s ONLY been a man of his word for two weeks Derrick, come on Slater FUCK THAT P.O.S UP!!!!!”
The action is sudden & serious as Slater finds himself knocked back into a few stacked boxes and pipes go flying as do two stage lamps which shatter on impact. The sound of broken glass under the shoes of Johnson can be heard as the young man approaches the pile, reaches down grabbing one of the pipes and proceeding to SMASH IT in the pile looking to strike Slater. However, there’s a slight POP as Slater crawls out behind Johnson and STRIKES HIM FROM BEHIND VIA MENTAL PIPE WHICH CRACKS OFF JOHNSON’S BACK!!!!!!
As Andy falls to his knees but before anymore damage can be done the camera man finds himself knocked down as a gaggle of backstage trainers, officials and referee’s are able to sperate both men for the time being with Slater getting dragged off while Andy is left on his knees shouting….
“THIS AIN’T OVER….SLATERRRR…..I’LL SEE YOU IN THAT RING!!!!!”
“LET THEM FIGHT” “LET THEM FIGHT” “LET THEM FIGHT”
These chants echo throughout, the arena as cameras pan back showing the backstage brawl from the point of view from the entrance way where Ric Fliehr is still standing shaking his head before looking back towards Logan who is now full upright and leaning up against the ropes.
*** Slick Ric with Hardhead & Half Painted Warrior? ***
Fliehr: WOOOOOOOO…..
“WOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
Fliehr: See that everyone, WOOOO….OLDEST RIDE….LONGEST LINE….WOOOOO even the people in Cleveland know that the NATURE BOY…IS….GODDDD…period. Did you hear that Frosty man…WOOOOO….here is your GOD…..(pop)…and there in that ring is the NEXT BIG THING WOOOOO!!!!!!
Diamond “Despite that ringing endorsement by a legend in this business, everyone including Logan and his own grandmother knows when it comes to slick Ric nothing he says ever comes WITHOUT a price.”
Fliehr: Now brother when I say that YOU are a God….wooooo….brother I meant it….but ONLY IF….you have a certain MAN…..WOOOOOO…..THE MAN….back you up brother!
There’s slight HEAT via the crowd as Logan is shown shaking his head looking over to Ric and mouthing….
Logan “YOU…you want to back me up?”
Fliehr: Of course I want YOU brother, I mean look at you man. You ALMOST remind me of a young Steve Gordan in his younger years, that bleached blond hair, the face pain and that never say die attitude and the fact that a few short weeks ago brother you left that ring with a HUNDRED K…..woooooo….brother you’ve ALMOST got it all……but almost ISN’T good enough……..
See brother while you’ve been standing on the edge of GREATNESS, old Ric here who has been BETTER than great for longer than you’ve been breathing has been out there….WOOOOO…making deals….flying high….and making all of them girls CRY….WOOOOOO….but most of all brother old Ric here SEALED the deal with the next BIG MAN of all time in Hardhead brother….that Island Warrior has the mussel brother…..WOOOOO….Slick Ric has got the know how…….woooo…..and brother you’ve not only have the skill but you’ve got the MONEY…..WOOOOOO…….that Hundre K in OUR hands…..we’re goning to buy and sell so man pretty things…..WOOOOO…..we’re not only goning to have you two win….but we’re gonna make more than just a hundred K….you two….Hawaiian….and Logan are going to make MILLIONS in this business…..you’ll both have to re-named fort Knox because of ALL the gold you’ll be carrying, brother to quote the Pet Shop boys……
HARDHEAD’S GOT THE BRONZE….YOU’VE GOT THE LOOK AND I’VE GOT THE BRIANS….LET’S MAKE LOTS OF MONEY!!!!!
With that Fliehr proceeds to take off his sports coat and throws it on the ground before backing up…..then STRUTING OVER-DROPING AND ELBOW ON HIS OWN SPORTS COAT!!!!!!
Baxter “Talk about your ABC’s Derrick, Ric Fliehr is Always Be Closing, and Logan will be the next closed deal the Nature boy makes.”
Fliehr: Brother…woooo….brother…that was a HELL of a pitch…..but you….you don’t look sold…..that’s okay…..woooo……brother some guys just gotta be TAUGHT why having somebody WATCHING OUT for you is SMART business all around….and NOBDY ever sad Ric Fliehr was dumb so Logan….brother….think about the……
POWER
“WOOOOOOO!!!!”
……
MONEY
“WOOOOOO!!!!”
…..
TITLES
“WOOOOOOO!!!!”
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WOMEN
“WOOOOOOO!!!!”
……….
LOTS OF WOMEN!!!!!!
“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
You think about ALL of that while YOU GET YOUR ASS KICKED!!!!!!
The HEAT is turned up to maxium as BRIAN CADY ATTACKS LOGAN FROM OUTTA-NOWHERE!!!! Ric is shown grinning as he watched from the top of the entrance way as Cady continues to lash out on the down body of Logan with boot after boot directed towards Logan’s back and ribs. Eventually Logan scrambles into a corner, while Cady keeps on him like a rabid dog. Logan manages to lift a bootinto Brian’s face that sends him back a few steps. Logan tries to capitalize on this by bursting from the corner with a hard clothesline…but Cady’s completely unphased. Cady just looks over at Ric who shouts “GIVE HIM MY MONEY’S WORTH”….
Dimaond “There’s the RUB, and there’s how CHEAP of a humanbeeing Cady is working for a few bucks. But I’ve gotta ask is this the BEST way to recurit a partner? By beating the crap out of him?”
Baxter “Tough Love Derrick,Ric showing tough love to a swewer rat like Logan.”
Cady shoots back a sidious grin before tuning back towards Logan and chopping him like mad into the ropes before then sending Logan into the ropes, but Logan ducks under a clothesline attempt, but on the next rebound, he attempts to throw his knees into Cady’s chest. Brian, without flinching, catches Logan and uses this to hoist him onto his shoulder’s and brings him down with “X MARKS THE SPOT” THE GTS!!! CADY’S KNEE IS DRIVEN INTO LOGAN’S SKULL ON THE WAY DOWN!!!
Baxter “Hopefully that KNOCKED some sense into Logan’s empty head and JOIN the Nature Boy.”
Diamond “Really?”
The HEAT rages on as Cady slithers out of the ring and meets up with Fliehr on stage who toss a roll of hundreds as Cady walks past before laughing to himslelf as the lifless body of Logan is checked on via the ringside doctor and a few backstage officals as Brawl takes a break.
Commercial Break
*** Which Fire rages? ***
Returning from commercial break there’s a MASSIVE pop as cameras once again reach the backstage Brawl interview area where none other than Heat & Fire are standing with Denise Essex. Heat dressed in street attire while Fire gears up for battle later tonight, however over his left eye sits an eye patch…..
Essex: Later tonight in the third Master of the Mat Quarter final match we will see Velvet…(HEAT)…squaring off against THIS man, one half of the WGWF Hall of Fame tag team…FIRE!!!!!
POP
Essex: I’ve got to ask Fire, what’s up with the eye? Are you replacing a certain Johnny in a Pirate movie franchise or is it something much more serious?
Fire: It’s NOTHING that I can’t handle Denise nor was it any concern when WGWF medical officials CLEARED ME (pop) to wrestling later tonight. Truth is I screwed up light a few pre forth of July fireworks and blinded the retina. So there’s a bit of light sensitivity nothing to worry about. In fact, once that bell rings, I won’t even be wearing the patch at all.
Essex: Fair enough Fire but WE all know how “wrestlers” like Velvet (HEAT), operate and that left eye might as well be a bullseye for dirty tricks and cheap shots.
Fire: Normally I would agree, you would have to be an absolute IDOIT to walk into a ring with that horrible WHORE….
Cheap POP
Fire: And expect her NOT to use any dirty tricks to win a match, but Denise as you, the boys and girls in the back and how the ENTIRE WGWF universe knows that this ISN’T just an ordinary match. This is the MASTER’S OF THE MAT….
POP
Fire: This is the night in which not only does a “FIRE” rise but instead it engulfs the ENTIRE bracket until I’ve burnt down each and every man, woman or HOE that stands in my way. Because this year’s throne isn’t made up of faith, street cred, animal bones or whatever else Dorling, Tolly, Velvet, Rod or even Cable may think. This years Master of the Mat throne is nothing but an inferno, a chair of fire that simply put can’t and WON’T be put out until the WGWF Championship is placed around MY waist!!!!!
Velvet get a good look at MY EYES……
Fire rips the eye patch off his face
Fire: THESE EYES…..these eyes that have shouldered every loss, celebrated victories but of all theses eyes, they are the eyes of the NEXT Master of the Matt because all I see is that crown and that WGWF Championship But really look at these eyes Velvet besides being the eyes of a winner this will be as close as you’ll ever get to touching them because sweetheart tonight that ring is where a WRESTLING MACHINE will keep you on your preferred position…your back….as you ache, struggle, and SCREAM MY NAME…..begging me to STOP as you tap the F-out in MY ring, bitch!!!
Cameras return via ringside where Donald Master’s stands ready in the ring……
Donald Master’s: The following contest is set for one fall with a fifteen-minute time limit and is the FIRST match in the BEST Three out of Forth 3rds WGWF Tag Team Trinity Title Opportunity!!!
MIXED Pop
Diamond “Well folks here are where things are gonna get weird.”
Baxter “Considering we have a camera in a backstage Tea Party in the “heart” of Wonderland where “God” is the guest, well Derrick I would think we’re already in that weird place.”
Donald Master’s: Introducing first he is accompanied by the WHITE RABITT….(MIXED pop)….hailing from deep under the rabbit hole in the heart of Wonderland, weighing in at 210 pounds….JACKKKKKDAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!
Egypt Central’s “White Rabbit” rips across the speakers, with the entrance way bathed in blue & yellow hues with billowing smoke coming from underneath & soon to follow comes out Jackdaw along with the seven foot monster in a rabbit mask.
Baxter “Now THERE’S something you don’t see everyday.”
Diamond “You don’t say.”
Donald Master’s: And his opponent, accompanied by RYAN DUSK…..(HEAT)…..hailing from the edge of Heavens Gates….(HEAT)….weighing in at 215 pounds, he is one third of the WGWF Trinity Tag Team Champions, KENNETH…….RIDGEEEEEEEE!!!!!
The all too familiar purple glow of strobe lights guide way along with the smoke and now added fireball effect as Dusk & Ridge make their way out to the ring.
*Ding…Ding*
Jackdaw & Ridge begin roaming around in the ring and trying to size one another up, Kenneth with his cocky flair immolating still very much, while the masked man is the first to actually make an action, as he quickly darts in on Ridge, grabbing a leg, but Kenneth keeps his wits about him enough to back hop on his free leg into a corner and dipping his head between the ropes, forcing referee Goose Mahoney to make Jackdaw release his grip. Jackdaw does so hesitantly, but as he steps away with his arms raised, Ridge darts from his false prone position right back at Jackdaw, who still has a major heads up and throws Kenneth past him into the ropes. As Ridge looks to bounce back, Jackdaw preps for the rebound by hitting one of his ever-wicked kicks, but Ridge has him well-scouted and doesn’t even rebound, pulling instead on the ropes and darting outside the ring to perhaps regain his breath after almost having his head kicked off.
Camera’s do a picture & picture cut showing Alyce, Frost & Velvet all watching on from the “Tea Party” backstage
Alyce” Hahahaha….you must be so proud Frosty, Ridge cowering out of the ring like that. Hmm seems you paint every member with a yellow streak down their backs.”
While Ridge gets major heat for pulling that move, the referee is trying to keep Jackdaw from the ropes and going outside after Ridge, who rubs his chin for a bit before sliding back in the ring very tentatively. It’s back to square one here, as both men again circle the ring but it’s Ridge this time who strikes first after both men get in a lock-up. Kenneth synchs in the headlock, but Jackdaw whips Ridge into the opposite ropes, Jackdaw getting hit with a shoulder block. As Kenneth rebounds again towards Jackdaw, the masked warrior surprises Ridge by springing to his feet and again attempting a beheading side kick that Kenneth notices mid-stride and abruptly changes direction of his charge, again rolling out of the ring to avoid being destroyed by those legs.
Diamond “And like his boss before him, Ridge slithers out of the ring to…”
Baxter “To PRAY Derrick, you know religious freedom is protected in the constitution.”
As the crowd continues to berate Ridge, he chirps back at them to shut their faces as Dusk comes over & the two men seem to chant “In HIS name” a few times. Meanwhile despite wearing the mask it’s obvious Jackdaw is getting incredibly restless at this point, going over to the ropes to try and grab Ridge himself but Ridge is quick to realize this and hits Jackdaw with a guillotine drop that sends Jackdaw flying backwards. Ridge is now suddenly quick to climb back into the ring and stalk Jackdaw, going for CUTTER…NO!! Jackdaw doesn’t go down or even push Ridge away. Instead, he grips around Ridges’ waist and tries to execute a German suplex, but Ridge manages to find his way out of that…only to turn around and get a fierce shoot kick to the gut! Ridge finally feels the feet, doubling over and dropping to a knee from the sudden kick. While he’s hunched over, Jackdaw stays on him and hits him with a feint roundhouse to the back of the head!! Ridge goes down, getting Jackdaw the first cover of the match – 1…2…NO!!! Ridge manages to get a shoulder up!!
Velvet “HIS faith, SAVED all from the three count you pathetic pixie.”
Alyce “Well based on his World Title record, he mustn’t NOT BELIVE in himself.”
Frost for his own right sits silently watching on, tea cup in hand as we cut back to live action. We still get a close up of Ridge’s face, where he’s possibly in a state of shock from the blow. He starts to recover by getting on all fours and starting to crawl to his feet, but Jackdaw is quick to get back on the attack and hits him in the face with a front dropkick!! Ridge turns over himself on that move, Jackdaw again getting a cover – 1…2…NO!! Ridge again thrusts a shoulder up, grabbing the bottom rope and using all the ropes to make it to his feet. Jackdaw doesn’t let up, finding Ridge on the ropes and giving him a fierce CHOP(Woooo!!) that sends him reeling again. Jackdaw backs up and sizes Ridge up once again, going for another roundhouse kick to the skull, but Ridge shoots underneath this one towards Jackdaw’s stationary leg, torquing it as the masked man goes down! Ridge seems to have opened up a weak point in one of Jackdaw’s strengths. As he then rapidly delivers a trio of elbow drops to the inside of the leg before lifting up on it, hoping to totally remove the appendage from Jackdaw’s offense. He then takes Jackdaw’s ankle under his arm before spiking the leg into the canvas, putting all the more damage on the leg.
Diamond “Forget the blind faith, forget the Kool aid this man drinks and let’s NOT forget about the methodical technical skills Ridge can bring to the dance.”
Once again in a picture & picture shot Frost has that devilish grin creeping off to the side of his face. Placing the teal cup in Velvet’s hand. Frost reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out a travel bible and looks towards Alyce….
Frost “A reading from the book of Frost; For the Lord loves justice And does not forsake His godly ones; They are preserved forever, But the descendants of the wicked will be cut off…limb…by…LIMB!!!!”
Velvet “Oh TESTIFY”
Back to live action and Jackdaw is in noticeable pain as he tries to limp to a base, but Ridge is now the pit-bull on offense as he takes Jackdaw and drives him into a corner, sandwiching him and hitting him with blow after blow and wearing him down. Ridge then takes a second to step back and take in some heat before charging back at Jack, but the remaining educated foot of the masked man from Wonderland rolls over and hits Ridge square in the face with a rolling wheel kick out of the corner!! Jackdaw slides over for his third pin attempt of the match – 1…2…NO!! Ridge breaks out of that as well. As Ridge recovers, he gets to one knee, which Jack responds by attempting to hit him with a shining wizard…that misses…back kick from Jackdaw…NO….Ridge dodges that and turns it into a swift neckbreaker!! Ridge with his first cover, hooking the injured leg – 1…2…NO!! The White Rabbit looks on stoically, perhaps under the rabbit mask hoping for the best in his tag partner, who is brought to his feet by Ridge, who grabs a hold of his wrist and delivers another clothesline, but he keeps the wrist held and proceeds to roll through and nail yet another clothesline before keeping hold and rolling through for a third consecutive clothesline, this one looking more like a lariat, as Ridge covers Jackdaw again – 1…2…3-NO!! Jack still doesn’t want to go down here. As Ridge then takes the flexible Jackdaw and drives both knees into his spine before leaning back and prying…bow and arrow lock!! Ridge has Jackdaw’s body contorted in ways it probably should not, even getting the White Rabbit a bit concerned here on the outside as the seven footer is shown leaning onto the ring apron. The crowd is doing their best to try and get Jackdaw back into this one, but Ridge has the move locked in insidiously tight, however Jack manages to start thrashing around a bit, slugging Ridge several times in the face. One of “God’s” Warriors now has to let go of the hold, Jackdaw flailing out, but going over to the still on his back Ridge and getting a jackknife cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Ridge must throw his legs up!
Diamond “Remember folks in order for Alyce and her “partner’s” to receive a Trinity Tag Title shot they have to beat 3 out of the four members of the Extinction. Tonight isn’t a must win by any means but a loss puts Alyce and company behind the eight ball. “
As Ridge rolls back to his feet, only for Jackdaw to meet him with a hard elbow. The Wonderland Warrior then grabs Ridge looking to whip him into the ropes but it gets reversed with Ridge lowering his head and gearing up for the rebound. Jackdaw counters this by rebounding and cartwheel backflipping over Ridge…INTO A REVERSE DDT!! WOW!! A great deal of the crowd is taken aback by that sudden display, but the move looks like it took a lot out of both Ridge & Jackdaw. Both men are down for several seconds while the crowd POP’s, with Jackdaw rolling to his feet first. He doesn’t immediately go for a pin, however, opting to get to his feet and gearing back…standing corkscrew shooting star press!!!– 1…2…3…NO!!! RIDGE MANAGES TO THROW HIS LEGS UP!!
Back to the tea party & the grin across the face of both Velvet & Frost has disappeared as Alyce puts BOTH of her high top feet on the table with a grin as she pulls out a Gothic coloring book as she opens it upside down…
Alyce “And from the book of Alyce…
[/i][/div]WGWF Monday Night BRAWL
06/8/2020
Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse
Cleveland, Ohio
*** There Can Only Be ONE ***
The scene opens to a completely backlit room where WGWF Commissioner Matt Hopkins stands behind a table draped in black cloth where the WGWF Championship sits proudly displayed.
Matt Hopkins: I’m going to keep this short and sweet, just a few short weeks ago at the showcase of the immortals on the WGWF’s grandest stage EVER…..WrestleWar’s….saw this very championship (Matt places his left hand on top of the WGWF Title)…..battled for inside the Elimination Chamber and Madison Square Garden witnessed THIS MAN…..
Hunter emerges from the darken background and walks into the light with a grin on his face as he stands next to Matt who in turns picks up the WGWF Championship and drapes it across Hunter’s left shoulder.
Matt Hopkins: THIS MAN BECAME THE NEW WGWF CHAMPION….HUNTER!!!!!
MEGA POP
Matt Hopkins: Despite the internet rumors or the moans and groans from the locker room, he LEFT WrestleWar’s the champion and returned on Brawl as the Champion NEW CONTRACT and all.
Hunter: Deal with It, that includes you Andy and especially you Slater because TONIGHT, both of you insignificant PRICKS will march yourselves down to MY ring. There all three of us are going to either talk this shit out or BOTH of you will be left lying once again at the feet of your ONE and ONLY WGWF CHAMPION!!!
POP
Matt Hopkins: Which brings us to this evenings Master of the Mat Quarter finals which will STILL take place and then the Semi Finals on June 22nd and the FINALS which for the first time ever will be broadcasted on network TV on July 13th where the WINNER will not only earn the title of 2020 Master of the Matt but will in ensure themselves the MAIN EVENT for the WGWF Championship at SUMMER MADDNESS on August 24th
MEGA POP
Matt Hopkins: And with the Master of the Mat tournament broadcasted LIVE on the TNT network, we’re kicking things off with a BANG…..TAX verses CABLE is NEXT!!!!!
*****PYRO*****
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Cameras pan back after the fireworks display getting a shout of the sold-out Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse here in Cleveland Ohio with the WGWF Universe standing on their feet.
Derrick Diamond “Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen live from Cleveland Ohio along with our NEW broadcaster’s over at TNT we welcome you to Monday Night BRAWLLLLLLLLL!!!!!”
Professor Baxter “And WHAT a night to join us where the QUARTER FINALS of the Master of the Mat tournament are set to begin along with the best of THREE out of FOUR as Alyce and her Wonderland Warriors get ready to battle God’s own Holy Warriors members of the Extinction all with a shot at the chance at the WGWF Trinity Tag Titles on the line.”
Derrick Diamond “Plus the WGWF Champion, the TRUE Champion Hunter looks to settle the score between Tristian Slater and Andy Johnson Page later tonight in that very ring but like we heard just moments ago it’s time for the Master of the Mat to continue, Donald the ring is all yours……”
Donald Master’s: THIS is your opening contest a Master of the Mat Quarter Finals MATCH!!!!!!!
POP
Donald Master’s: The following singles match is set for one fall and has a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first weighing in at 232 pounds, hailing from Rockford Illinois WGWF Hall of Fame’er……TAXXXXXXXXXX
The lights in the arena go pitch black before slowly fading into a dark green hue as Danzig's “Mother” hits the sound system. The anticipation among the capacity crowd grows and some of them sing along with the song's lyrics.
“Mother
Tell your children not to walk my way
Tell your children not to hear my words
What they mean
What they say
Mother
Mother
Can you keep them in the dark for life
Can you hide them from the waiting world
Oh mother
Father
Gonna take you daughter out tonight
Gonna show her my world
Oh faaaathheeerr!!!!”
As Glenn Danzig's voice rings out on that last note, what appears to be a bolt of lightning strikes the center of the stage causing a loud crash and a puff of smoke which eventually fades leaving the shadowy of figure of none other than TAX!! Tax has his head down, hidden underneath the gray cloth hood attached to his black leather jacket, but he slowly lifts his head up and stares forward, showing no emotion whatsoever.
Diamond “A previous Master of the Mat winner, Tax would have been one of the favorites. BUT. Nobody is aware of the condition of Tax after his non sanctioned war with Raziel just three short weeks ago plus the MONSTER he’s facing is one certainly on a mission of redemption.”
The crowd goes insane with cheer as Tax begins to descend down the rampway, slowly walking towards the ring. Once he reaches ringside, he climbs up the steps and trails down the ring apron until he reaches the next corner where he climbs the turnbuckles and simply stares out at the crowd. He remains there for several seconds before dropping down over the ropes and into the ring.
Donald Master’s: And his opponent hailing from Jacksonville, Florida by way of Oil City Pennsylvania. Weighing in at 267 pounds, this is the “BEAST”…….JOHNNNNNNN CABLEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly but there isn’t any sign of the big man.
Diamond “Where’s Cable?”
Baxter “Stage fright, forfeit or maybe like Tax before him he’s gone on a bender and is somewhere face down in a gutter. It is Cleveland so there are a TON of gutters all around.”
Cameras walk back through the curtain where Cable is shown talking to someone on a phone with a producer begging John to “fight”
Cable: I know, thank you….I won’t let you…I mean me…I won’t let myself down.
Cable PUSHES past the camera man and appears on stage as the lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cables makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match.
*Ding….Ding*
Diamond “Here we go, the opening to the 2021 Master of the Mat tournament begins with the CLASH of Titans.”
Cable and Tax are just staring holes in one another, their incredibly intense gazes completely unfaltering. They don’t even bother to circle one another, merely staring into each other’s fury and not budging. The pressure cooker mounds between both men until they suddenly lean towards the center of the ring and both men initiate in a ridiculously intense lock-up, neither man able to gain the upper hand on the other. The two force one another to step all over the ring, neither man able to get an advantage. They realize their stalemate and break up the lock, both men taking steps back into corners. Their eyes still never leave one another and it’s not long before they’ve wiped their hands off, shaken it out, and they’re back at it again – a second lock-up. This one is just as intense as the last one, except this time, both men are charging like bulls locking horns, with Cable forcing Tax up against the ropes, but as the referee orders him to get him off those ropes, Tax roars back and pushes Cable all the way back against the opposite ropes before John forces both men back into the middle of the ring, those horns still locked.
Baxter “These hoses are certainly testing one another’s strength here this evening.”
Again, neither man can gain an advantage, and they undo their lock-up. Many in the crowd express their respect for the sheer intensity and power both men are displaying here, but there’s no love lost between the two titans in the ring. They go at it one more time, both men taking the step and getting in another lock-up, this one again turning into a 200-lb plus tug of war. But this time, neither man is willing to unhook the thing, both men actually forcing each other against some ropes…before they roll outside the ring, the collar-and-elbow tie still locked in. They’re roaming around the outside now, their intense tie-up still going on. They break it up and stare daggers at each other once again, before both men simultaneously roll back into the ring, but the second they roll back to their feet, Tax breaks the civility by SLAPPING CABLE ACROSS THE CHEST very promptly. The “Beast” reels a little bit, but he mostly just stares right back at Tax, his infamously buggy eyes looking angrily back towards the Hall of Fame’er. TAX for his part just looks back at Cable and has a look that just says ‘you want some more?’ John responds by SHOVING TAX BACK, a push like that possibly breaking a normal man in half, but Tax stays standing, now staring daggers back at Cable. Referee Ray Ramsey tries to get between both men and asks them to back away from one another, which Cable backs away from, but Tax just stands looking at Cable with a smirk. The Hall of Fame’er soon backs away and gives the space the referee is asking for before sicking both men back on each other. They both go for one more lock-up, but Tax uses some of his mat prowess and shoots towards Cable’s legs, getting a single leg takedown. Tax spins on top of John’s body, but the sheer power wrestler in Cable is quick to counter, leading to the two reversing each other’s grapples in a ground game fury. When the tanks are done maneuvering, It’s Cable who is in control of Tax, grappling him in a front headlock as he performs what amateur wrestlers call the ‘cement mixer’, taking Tax’s head and arm and whipping him over, landing on top of him –
1…
NO!!
Tax is quick to kick out of the move, Cable flashing a part of his moveset people forgot he had and possibly even surprising Tax. Even so, the Hall of Fame’er quickly flurries out of the move, catching Cable’s ankle yet again, but Cable is quick to get to his feet and force Tax to let go of it, Tax instead transitioning his grip to a rear waistlock takedown, putting Cable right back on the mat. Tax exhibits some mat skills there, immediately jumping to Cable’s head and trapping him in a front headlock now, both men almost completely flat on the canvas. The Hall of Fame’er seems to want to cut off the circulation from the stronger “Beast”, but John begins to show signs of life and start making it to his feet. As he tries to get up, we can see Tax clench the hold harder, momentarily stopping Cable on one knee. Tax keeps the move locked in as hard as he can, but Cable still has the power to get to his feet, Tax however transitions the move…HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX!! Tax turns the submission hold into flipping Cable completely over! Tax now jumps on Cable with a cover –
1…
NO!!
Diamond “It’s going to take a herculean effort to put anybody down for a three count in this one.”
Cable is also quick to get out of that one, rolling to his feet and staring the Hall of Fame’er down once again. Tax then extends his arms and motions with two fingers for John to ‘bring it’. The ‘Beast” is more than happy to oblige, charging at Tax with a clothesline…but Tax doesn’t go down!! He stumbles but doesn’t fall, taking a few steps back from the impact, but stays vertical. The crowd pops as Tax’s badassery comes full force here, but Cable isn’t amused. Cable now looks at Tax and motions for him to ‘bring it’, which wipes the small smirk that was on Tax’s face right off. The Hall of Fame’er takes a few more steps back before charging at Cable with a clothesline of his own…but the “Beast” stays up as well!! These two titans are really putting each other to the test here, Cable stumbling a tad, but recovers to pound his chest with a roar. Right after this he doesn’t even give Tax a chance to react, coming right at him with a BEHEADING LARIAT, catching Tax off guard and putting more noticeable force behind that one. Cable does a push-up to get himself back to his feet after that explosive impact, Tax seeing stars for a moment before getting back to his feet, only for Cable launch at him again for ANOTHER LARIAT…NO!! Tax catches the arm…CROSSFACE…NO!! Cable sees the move coming and immediately plants a foot on the bottom rope, forcing Tax to prevent trying to even lock the move in. The crowd throws some heat at Cable for having to resort to the rope break. Before Tax actually breaks the hold, he gives Cable a parting shot by giving him a heavy blow to the back of his head before coming to his feet. John has to shake it out as he gets to his feet, giving Tax the time he needs to trap Cable in an actual headlock, wrenching the big man’s head off. As the “Beast” tries to pry Tax off, but the Hall of Fame’ers got the hold locked in air tight. He even tries rolling back and getting Tax’s shoulders on the mat –
1…
2…
NO!!
Tax rolls then right back up, Cable now grounded, that headlock still wrapped in strong. John manages to get to his feet and almost takes all his strength to toss Tax off of him and into the ropes. On the rebound, Tax comes right back at Cable with a hard shoulder block, knocking John back, but not down. Tax didn’t seem to expect it to, rebounding off the ropes again, but Cable dodges him on the rebound, causing Tax to bounce again. On that rebound, Cable flashes his athleticism by LEAPING CLEAN OVER TAX, causing Tax to rebound yet again, only to be met by a very momentous CABLE SHOULDER BLOCK ON THE WAY BACK!! Tax goes down from the incredibly momentous blow, Cable jumping on him with a cover –
1…
2…
NO!!
Tax obviously has more than enough fight still in him, John giving him a blow before lifting Tax back to his feet, only for him to snap his hands off of him and deliver a flurry of stiff chops to Cable before hitting him with a spinning back kick into his gut. This then leads the Hall of Fame’er to taking Cable and dropping him into an inverted atomic drop, then running at him as he stumbles away and hits him with a one-leg dropkick before springing up, rebounding off the ropes, and finishing the combo with a huge RUNNING SENTON!! Tax unleashes his furious strikes now when he might not be able to overpower Cable, Tax going for a big cover –
1…
2…
NO!!
Cable still has more than enough fight in him, getting to his feet and rushing right back at Tax, who catches John in a BELLY TO BELLY position…but Cable fights back one he’s in the grapple, hitting Tax with hard shots to the face, even delivering a hard headbutt. He gears back for one final blow, but as he swings around, Tax ducks underneath, forcing Cable to spin right around in his grip, turning the belly to belly…INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX!! Cable is planted hard on the canvas, but the surprisingly athletic Tax keeps a bridge and keeps the hold on Cable –
1…
2…
3-NO!!
Baxter “It seem the SOBER Soldier of Tax is certainly on the ball tonight, still riding that wagon which might get him BACK to that throne of the Master of the Mat 2020.”
John manages to roll the hold back over, to which Tax immediately jumps back on, turning his now grounded waistlock…INTO AN STF!! Tax rapidly going from move to move here, further cutting off the flow to Cable’s head. The crowd is popping big at seeing the monster Cable in a prone position, with Tax telling Cable ‘I’ll snap you in half, Johnny!’ Cable doesn’t take to kindly to these words, struggling mightily to get to his feet. The power and prowess of Cable allows him to eventually get to one foot with Tax still with his submission grip on lock, turning this now into A STANDING STF. As odd a move as this may seem, the “Beast” doesn’t stay in it long, snapping his leg free so he has a balanced base. Tax still has the facelock in, but Cable takes his arms and starts to power the facelock off, the struggle between the two very evident. When he lifts the lock off enough, Cable manages to deliver a hard elbow shot to Tax’s face, possibly stiff, sending the Hall of Fame’er back a few steps. The crowd deflates back when Cable is freed, Tax charging right back at the “Beast”, but Cable catches Tax…T-BONE SUPLEX!! T-BONE SUPLEX!! Cable flings Tax over his body like he’s nothing!! The impressive move may change the momentum yet again –
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3-NO!!
Tax wants to keep going!! Cable has to shake some life back into his submitted limbs, but Tax has to struggle a bit to get back to his feet. Tax surprises Cable by jumping on him pretty quickly and locking in another headlock, John dropping to one knee momentarily before getting back vertical, the war machine that is Tax wrenching the headlock tight and making the veins on Cable’s bald head pop out. Tax is perhaps keeping to his strategy to wear down the “Beast”, Cable now dropping down to one knee in lack of oxygen from the tight hold. A moment passes where Tax sells the intensity of the simple headlock, nearly wrenching Cable’s head off, keeping him down…but John has a burst of life, lifting Tax in his headlock over his shoulders…TORTURE RACK!! TORTURE RACK!! CABLE’S GOT 232 POUNDS ON HIS SHOULDERS!!
Diamond “HE’S HALFWAY HOME, THE DARKEST HOUR APPILED BY CABLE!!!!”
Baxter “He’s STILL has to swing that torture rack into the brain buster though.”
Tax is in a great deal of pain here, Cable even spinning some with Tax on his shoulders. The agony is written on Tax’s face, but he’s not screaming, merely gritting his teeth and taking the move. Cable has an intense expression on his face literally trying to break Tax in half here as he looks to switch over the finality of his finisher looking for the Brain buster competent. But Tax starts to fight out of the hold, twisting one of his knees free and starts STRIKING CABLE IN THE TEMPLE WITH HIS KNEES. The “Beast” has no choice but to drop the big guy, Tax falling off his shoulders and backpedalling into a corner. Cable shakes the cobwebs out of his head and rushes at the corner bound Tax, only for Tax to jolt from the corner and CATCHES THE CHARGING CABLE IN A RUNNING STO!! John is thrown down against the canvas WITH AUTHORITY~! from the blow, but Tax’s agony is starting to mount and can’t immediately make a move to get back up, leaving both men lain on the canvas, the referee having to start the KO count…
…1!!
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Diamond “The referee is up to FOUR here.”
…4!!
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Tax gets back to his feet first, with Cable actually rolling to the outside upon getting enough in him. He grabs at what looks like a shoulder and leans on a barricade, so he’s not paying much attention when Tax spins and rebounds off the ropes and goes like a missile towards Cable…ELBOW SUICIDA!! ELBOW SUICIDA…THAT DRIVES THE “BEAST” THROUGH THE BARRICADE!! THE VIROCITY!!
Baxter “OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!”
Cameras now show both men are absolutely sprawled out at the feet of several front row fans, the legions of fans behind them and around the arena screaming “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!” While the crowd loses their shit, the referee gets to his duties after being in awe himself, counting again, this time with the count out –
…1!!
…2!!
…3!!
…4!!
Baxter “What if BOTH men are unable to make the count?”
…5!!
…6!!
Diamond “Then the winner of the Frazier/Logan match will automatically earn their spot in the FINALS of the tournament.”
…7!!
Tax lethargically gets to his feet and grabs Cable, pulling up the full 267 pounds of dead weight…
…8!!
Tax rolls John back under the ropes and he soon follows suit, making sure to cover –
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3…NO!!
Diamond “HE KICKED OUT!!! CABLE KICKS OUT!!”
The “Beast” is really giving Tax a great deal of trouble here, but the Hall of Fame’er doesn’t cry over spilt milk when Cable rolls up on all fours to try and get something back in him. Instead, Tax jumps on Cable and puts him in what looks like a front facelock again…but we quickly see that Tax has other means, pulling Cable’s whole body in and wrapping his legs around the muscleman’s body – GUILLOTINE CHOKE!! GUILLOTINE CHOKE!! All of Tax’s weight is pulling down on Cable’s neck and windpipe, crushing any hope he has to breathe. John is beginning to fade as Tax sells the intensity of the grip. Just as Tax tries to wrench Cable’s throat into submission, the “Beast” gets a little bit of life in him and thrusts forward BREAKING THE GRIP & SENDING TAX FIRST INTO A CRONER HEADFIRST INTO THE STEEL RING POST!!!!! As Cable gasps for breath cameras on the outside quickly show Tax’s forehead has been spilt open the hard way as blood begins gushing down the Hall of Fame’ers face. However he stumbles back to his feet pushing away the official just as he steps into a grapple via Cable…..BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Cable’s strength impresses once again as he chucks Tax over his body, having to crawl a bit and shake the cobwebs out before covering –
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Tax still has plenty of go left in him even after that display, Cable delivering a hard series of blows to Tax’s head, staining his knuckles with blood before trying to pull him up off the canvas. He doesn’t lift him very far, however, keeping Tax bent over and shoving him between his legs looking for a POWERBOMB…NO!! Tax won’t let him do that, instead popping up and keeping hold of Cable’s arm, wrenching it as he goes under it, then pulls John up on his shoulders with a short arm…SAMOAN DROP!! SAMOAN DROP!! It’s Tax’s turn to display some power as he crunches Cable’s body beneath his on the big move, his turn to cover the big guy –
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NO!!
Another kickout from his fellow Titan!! Although frustrated, Tax doesn’t do so much besides wiping away the trickling blood covering his forehead before being able to get to his feet, stalking Cable as he tries to get back up. The “Beast “wobbles to his feet, Tax turning him around looking for his “DEATH & TAXES” Spinning STO/FACEBUSTER…but Cable forces himself off Tax before hoisting him on his own…DOMINATOR!! DOMINATOR!! THE RUNNING POWERSLAM CONNECTS!! The impact forces Cable to recoil off the body for a mere moment, John surprising everybody by covering the Hall of Fame’er here –
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NO!!!
Baxter “TAX ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! TAX ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! WOW!!”
Cable is forced to sit up next to Tax’s crimsons body, staring daggers at him as if to want to just kill him for not dying. Cable doesn’t get down trotted, however, as he takes several steps back and into a corner, his turn to now stalk Tax. Tax takes a while to roll over his blood staining the ring canvas, again ignoring any medical attention as he gets on all fours and start to get to his feet, the crowd growing more and more restless as he takes a step and turns around…CABLE CHARGES FOR A SPEAR…NO!! Tax doges it like a bullfighter, sending CABLE LIKE A MISSILE INTO THE UNFALTERING STEEL POST!! John slips out of the corner gripping his decimated appendage, possibly dislocated, right into the clutches of Tax…”DEATH & TAXES” STO/FACEBUSTER!! NO-CABLE DUCKS AND HE TRANSISTIONS…INTO THE CLUTCH!! THE CLUTCH!! THE REAR NAKED CHOKE IS LOCKED IN!! The blood from the cut above Tax’s forehead is opened wiped and perhaps Tax is dead in the water, but he struggles and puts up a fight, quickly fading as Cable now sells the intensity of the choke, yelling that ‘I’ll end all of you!’ Tax’s clenched fist show him not willing to give in, absolutely refusing to tap out…
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TAX FADES!! BUT HE DOESN’T TAP!!
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TAX IS MOTIONLESS!! THE REF CALLS FOR THE BELL!! CABLE’S DONE IT!!
*DING….DING*
Donald Master’s: Here is your WINNER…..(mixed POP)….as a result of a referee stoppage and advancing to the SEMI-FINALS OF THE MASTER OF THE MAT……JOHNNNNNN…..CABLEEEEEEE!!!!
Cable uncoils his arms stained in blood as Tax’s lifeless body simply collapses to the canvas at the feet of the “Beast”, Cable looks towards WGWF official Ramsey who is quick take the blood-stained arm and raise it high in the air as a sign of a well earned victory before Ramsey drops to his knees checking on the status of Tax.
Diamond “You talk about an absolute slobber knocker and that’s what we saw right here”
Baxter “THAT’S gotta be the favorite there Derrick, the BEAST is MY pick to win this WHOLE THING!!!!!”
Diamond “After tonight not many would disagree, but we’ve STILL got three more quarterfinal matches to witness. And yes, John looks to be as cold as ice in his focus and sheer physicality when that bell rang but Baxter he hasn’t even bothered to check on Tax a previous allies in years past.”
John takes his time savoring the victory before blankly staring down at Tax before turning and stepping over the top rope and slowly heading back up the entrance ramp as the ringside doctor slides into the ring looking to wake Tax back up with smelling salts as the official begins to bandage the his forehead…..
“THAT’S NOT HOW YOU WAKE A DRUNK UP!!!!!!”
Diamond “It CAN’T be.”
Baxter “But it IS…RAZ…RAZIEL IS BACK!!!!!”
The HEAT via the Cleveland crowd is loud and painful as cameras catch Raz simply dressed in a pair of steel wing tipped shoes along with just a pair of black suit pants and his signature sunglasses and that’s it. Cameras catch Raz leaping over the ringside barricade and his torso counties to display bruising from his & Tax’s unofficial war at Wrestle War’s. Despite wearing shades Raz’s madness is on display as the Hall of Fame’er slides into the ring shoving the officials to the side as Raz turns Tax over onto his back before KICKING TAX IN THE RIBS!!!!! Tax is quick to clutch at his mid-section as Raziel reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a CAN OF BEER WHICH HE OPENS DRINKS AND THEN SPITS/ POURS OUT OVER THE BODY OF TAX!!!!
Diamond “He’s a recovering acholic DAMMIT!!! Where is he going? What is is he doing with THAT?”
Baxter “ Looks to me like Tax is about to take the 13th step in that 12 step program. 13 standing for an ASS-WHOPPING by a HALL OF FAME’ER!!!!”
Back in the ring Tax has been able to make it back to his feet just long enough to lean his body up against the ropes as he tries to wipe the stinging beer out of his eyes. Raziel simply uses this to SMASH THE CHAIR ONE…TWO…THREE TIMES OFF TAX’S SPINE!!!! The HEAT continues as Tax simply crumbles back to the canvas as Raziel removes his shades as Tax is once again is struggling to get to his feet, Raziel is stalking him with an utter psychotic look in his eye, waiting…CRACKS THE CHAIR OFF THE SKULL OF TAX!!! The sickening impact echoes through the arena, as Tax falls, completely eagle spread…but Raziel doesn’t look to be done. Meanwhile cameras catch Cable STILL standing at the entrance way as he slowly turns his head to the side. Catching a glimpse as Raz rolls out of the ring and grabs another steel chair. He throws it in the ring, rolling Tax over on his stomach and laying his head face-down on the new chair.
Diamond “OH COME ON….SOMBODY HAS TO STOP THIS….JOHN….JOHN…DAMMIT JOHN STOP THIS…..YOU BEAT TAX, YOUR FRIENDS WITH TAX….STOP THIS!!!!”
This is the first real extended view we have of Raziel’s face, which is still psychotic, but we can also his mouth moving and despite Raziel NOT being mic’ed up the ring is and Raziel is ANYTHING but quite….
Raziel: Concerned? Some of you are concerned? Nobody’s concerned with Raziel. No…noo…no…ALL ANYBODY CARE ABOUT IS….is…this drunk…they ONLY care about Tax. The truth is no one cares about Raziel. No one wants to shake hands with him. No one wants to agree with him. No one wants to respect him. No one wants anything to do with Raz. They’ve all completely isolated him. They’ve all completely cut him off. They’ve left him completely alone.
Diamond “He’s lost it, would somebody GET OFF THEIR BUTTS IN THE BACK AND HELP HIM….JOHN CABLE WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BOY?”
Even the ringside mic’s have picked up on Diamond’s screams via ringside but still cameras how a still lifeless Cable still just standing in the entrance way still just watching. As Raziel stares down, chair in hand, chair under Tax’s cheek, crowd buzzing…
Raises the chair…
“I HAVE TO STOP IT!!”
SMACK!!!
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SMACK!!!!
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SMACK!!!
THREE CON-CHAIR TOS!!! THREE TIMES THE CHAIR MEETS HUMAN FLESH!!! TAX’S BEEN BUSTED OPEN…AGAIN!!!
Baxter “You talk about a SPINE SHATTERING message being sent, covered in the blood of a considered bastard, THAT was the message Raziel just sent EVERYONE in the back.”
Tax is lying completely unresponsive, with Raziel’s expression never changing. His stoic, psychotic intensity is radiating, as he opens the chair with Tax’s blood stain now and sets it beside the lifeless body of Tax. Raziel turns and in a flash it seems John Cable is now standing on the ring apron. Raz with his hands in the air looking directly at Cable lies down and rolls out of the ring and heads back into the crowd. As Cable simply stares down at the body of his so called “ally” as EMT’s and a few officials slide into the ring to help Tax.
Diamond “DAMMIT what did we just witness besides a SNUFF film in terms of brutal madness via Raziel but the WORTHLESS and COWARDLY action of John Cable who just watched a Hall of Fame’er, a peer, a friend a GOD DAMN FATHER just get his brains bashed in and the Beast just watched. Now what’s that all about?”
Baxter “New year, NEW RULES Derrick. Speaking of which after a quick break Roderick Frazier of Rep INC has a statement towards his opponent this evening in an up coming Master of the Mat Quarter finals contest.”
Commercial Break
*** Representation, Repercussions & Reparations ***
After returning from break WGWF Brawl finds itself in unfamiliar settings basically that being in what can only be described as south-central LA. Obviously a pre-tapped promo shot in a very grimy, gritty & graffiti laden area of the city. Despite the visual the neighborhood is one filling with life, children laughing, hop scotch on the sidewalk, a few lawn chairs, coolers of refreshments, the slight sounds of RnB play in the background soon enough cameras watch as a Mercedes G Wagon rolls into frame and the back passengers window rolls down as the “X Man” Roderick Frazier is shown…..
Frazier: THIS, this right here is where I need to be, THIS area is what Rep INC needs to build black better from. See while Andre my brother from the same mother is getting healed up. It’s left up to me to RE the BLACK ink all over that ring, and becoming a Master of the Matt winner the FIRST EVER BLACK Master of OUR mat is the first step for the reparations, the respect and the representation that is WELL overdue in today’s WGWF…..
See the black man himself has to be made aware of the importance of going into business for himself. Andre and I are working to eliminate the necessity of you and me having to act ignorantly and disgracefully, boycotting and picketing some cracker someplace else trying to beg him for a job. Anytime you have to rely upon your enemy for a job, you're in bad shape. When you — and he is your enemy.
MY enemy is some half painted cracker who rides in vents and eats rat shot for all I know. I know that boi was HANDED a briefcase full of Benjamin’s however Rep INC is CLOSED this evening. No white boi is gonna pay me to lay down for the one, two, three. Sorry homie that shit AIN’T gonna play tonight. And besides your high school musical make up this big dick waving black MAN ain’t gonaa be singing or selling ANY of your so called move list either You can't sing up on freedom. But you can swing up on some freedom. Cassius Clay can sing. But singing didn't help him to become the heavyweight champion of the world. Swinging helped him.
And tonight when I SWING at you little boi you either lay down or stand up and get BEATEN DOWN…AGAIN….AGAIN…AGAIN AND AGAIN….tonight the MASTER is home and YOUR master is the man….THE BLACK MAN!!!
*** Faithful Tea Party? ***
There’s a slight POP as cameras return back inside the arena however those soon turn to jeers as the backstage hallway shot is that of all four members of Extinction lead of course by the “God” dressed in white and one third of the trinity tag team champions Paul Frost with Velvet dressed in her black/sliver & stud leather attire with Ridge & Dusk behind each carrying their own title belts. They stop in front of a locker room door marked…..
Diamond “What’s this all about?”
Baxter “Well with the proclaimed Savior, the Holy Harlot, a woman who thinks she’s Alyce in wonderland and a seven-foot giant wearing a white rabbit mask. Well let’s say anything SOUTH of normal would be a good bet.”
Just as Frost goes to knock on the door, it swings open violently as Ride & Dusk stand in front of their “God” there’s a MIXED POP as both Jackdaw & the White Rabbit step out of the darken room as Ridge & Jackdaw indemnity get in each other’s face while the two big men Dusk & the Rabbit size one another up……
Diamond “WATCH OUT HERE, this best three out of four trinity tag contendership could explode right here right now!!!!”
“ BOYS, that’s no way to greet our guests and besides…..We MUST be civil it’s TEA TIME!!!!”
We hear a shriek and a cackle echoing from the dimly lit locker rom door. The Rabbit & Jackdaw each nod as they step back easing tensions as Frost turns to Ridge & Dusk, holding the backs of their heads.
Frost: Go forth, show those carnival FREAKS what happens when FAITH in FROST guides you to victory, a HOLY VICTORY in MY NAME!!!!!
HEAT
Ridge & Dusk comply as cameras watch both sets of tag teams leave the hallway in opposite directions leaving Frost to gently lead the hand of Velvet as the two walk into the dimly lit locker room where the POV switches showing a candle lit & violet backlit locker room better resembling the inside of a gothic tea house, wall paper torn on one side of the wall, candles melting into the eye sockets of stacked skulls and in the center of the room a round table it’s table cloth slashed in spots, a pentagram spray painted on what’s remaining of the white table cloth and sitting on the far end….ALYCE STARRCHYLDE….wearing a playful yet gothic black sun flower dress with spears of paint of all colors spattered across it.
Alyce: Hmmmm I don’t remember your invitation saying a plus one on it, let alone brining along a cheap purple haired nickel and dime trash bag SLUT into MY tea party!!!!!!
Velvet: You insult little bi……
Frost (brings Velvet’s right hand down by her side before pulling back a chair and sitting her on it): Easy, easy there’ll be time enough for that later in that ring. Save it for Fire it’s WASTED on her. And as we agreed Alyce only ONE manager at ringside, so Velvet stays with me, she accompanies GOD!
Alyce: Doesn’t she have a MATCH that she’ll need you to CHEAT for in?
Frost: She’ll be just fine, like your invitation said. We stay and have a spot of tea while our monsters or in MY case the FAITHFUL slaughter your NON-FAITHFUL FREAK SHOW.
Alyce: Cute, Frosty but just like the on coming HEAT of the bright light they like they’re God will just MELT under the true foot of talent. A rabbit’s foot to be exact heheheheheheeeee…..
Frost: Well why didn’t you ask….(Frost reaches into his vest pocket and throws down a white rabbits foot in the center of the table)…..there once Dusk RIPS off the other later tonight, you’ll have a matching set…..
Alyce: Tea anyone?
All three villains share a sinister but yet untrusting smile as cameras pan out and head back to ringside…….
Diamond “This should be a interesting tea party to say the least but next up the Master of the Mat Quarter finals roll on the TNT network. Donald.”
Donald Master’s: The following singles match is the continuation of the Quarter Finals of the Master of the Mat tournament….(POP)…..this match is set for one fall and has a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first weighing in at 272 pounds, from Inglewood, CA via Compton, California…representing Rep INC….this is RODDDD…..FRAIZERRRRRRRRR!!!!!
On the screen, "YA BETTA WATCH YA BACK!" is shown. Just before the first verse begins, Frazier walks out wearing an Orange bandana on his head, Oakley sunglasses, and a black vest with no shirt, cutoff jeans, black works boots, and knee brace. Rod stops at the top of the ramp, lowers his head and pumps his head in the air (think 1968 olympics) as pyros go offf. From there he rubs the tape on each on of his wrists with the opposite hand and has a calm, collected gait down to the ring
Baxter "Certainly the MAN, the BLACK MAN looking to become the first ever Master of the Mat.”
Diamond “Race, Color. Creed or Religion has NOTHING to do with who’s ever won or will win this tournament. The Master of the Mat depends on ONE THING……THE BETTER WRESTLER advancing to the next round.”
Donald Master’s: And his opponent he weights in at 198 pounds and hails from your inner nightmares and dark desire’s….this is LOGANNNNNNN!!!!!!
The arena BLACKOUTS completely as “Bullet with a Butterfly” by Karen O rips across the speaks, blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance tunnel as smoke billows from below as the half pained warrior …LOGAN walks out on stage to a well received POP from the crowd. He quickly slides under the bottom rope and finds himself leaning up against the opposite turnbuckle.
Diamond “The WINNER of a 100 thousand dollars outlasting a battle royal on the grandest night, Logan looks to add to his legend here this evening.”
*Ding….Ding*
No circling the ring, no fancy moves to kick this one off, Frazier slaps his chest, psyching himself up, as Logan begins to circle around the canvas. Rod copies, prowling around the edges of the ring. The two men come together in a collar and elbow tie up, jostling for position in the centre of the ring - but Frazier easily over powers the smaller Logan into the near corner. Rod muscles into Logan, until the referee finally intercedes, separating the two men - but Frazier throws a right hand - Logan ducks and catches Rod with a School Boy!!- ….ONE…..TWO….NOOOO!! Frazier kicks out hurriedly, shoving Logan away and leaping back up to his feet. The crowd murmurs slightly with excitement, as Logan smirks at his opponent. Shaking his head with frustration, Frazier heads right back in, arms raised for a tie up. Logan steps forwards as well, but Frazier quickly snatches the Cruiserweight left arm and twists it around. Frazier cinches in the twist, but Logan drops down, rolling over and popping up once again, spinning through and twisting Frazier’s arm round instead, hyper extending the shoulder and elbow. As Logan then quickly pulls Frazier in, grabbing him in a Side Headlock. Logan wrestles with Rod’s head for a moment, before the Rep Inc. member manages to use his power quickly and shoves Logan away into the ropes. Logan shoots back, as Frazier whips his leg up - and Logan slides right through the legs as Rod spins around in shock and Logan snatches him in another Side Headlock. The two men stagger backwards slightly, before Rod shoves with his arms, hurling Logan off into the corner, causing him to collide with the turnbuckle sternum first. As Logan staggers out backwards; stunned … FRAZIER NAILS HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A STIFF CLOTHESLINE!! Logan crumples down to the canvas, clutching the back of his head, as Frazier looks on with his intense eyes. He pulls Logan back up to his feet and nails hip with a wicked Knife Edge Chop across the chest, followed by a quick right hand straight after! He drives Logan back into the ropes, setting the smaller man’s head between the ropes and wrenching back on his neck, almost like a Camel Clutch variation using the top rope!
Diamond “We ALL know the fire that drives men like Frazier in the WGWF, the chance at a main event pay day added in with the chance at the gold of the GREATEST championship in wrestling history. But Rod has to be smarter than to be counted out on a submission break.”
The referee counts Frazier out, “1 … 2 … 3 … 4”, and drags him away from the ropes, berating Rod, who protests loudly, holding his hands in the air shouting “DON’T shoot cracker” before Frazier reaches down and spins Logan around, leaning him against the ropes, reeling back and delivering a stinging Knife Edge Chop, ripping across Logan’s chest! The crowd “WOOOOOS” loudly at the smack of flesh and Logan groans in pain. Smirking, Frazier props Logan back up and connects with another Knife Edge Chop right across the already reddening chest of the Cruiserweight! More “WOOOOOS” ring throughout the Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse, Logan gasps for breath as Frazier then pulls Logan back up and throws a third Knife Edge Chop … but Logan ducks under it, propping Frazier against the ropes AND DELIVERING A FLURRY OF CHOPS TO FRAZIER!!
Baxter “In only his SECOND singles match in the WGWF, this fan favorite half face painted warrior is certainly a FAN favorite.”
The crowd cheers and “WOOOOOS” with every blow, as Frazier is rocked against the ropes, his eyes wide with surprise. Logan then grabs Rod’s arm and tries to Irish Whip him across the ring - but Frazier reverses it and pulls Logan in. But Logan quickly boots the former TV Champion in the gut, before reaching up and bringing him over with a Snapmare takedown. Frazier lands in a seated position in front of the ropes, and Logan leaps out onto the apron, holding onto the to rope, before swinging up … DRIVING HIS FEET INTO BFRAZIER’S FACE WITH A SWINGING DROPKICK!! Rod crashes backwards into the middle of the ring flat on his back as Logan then quickly leaps up … SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH PICKIN’ DA DIME … NAILING THE SPLASH!! He quickly hooks the leg, looking for an early victory! Logan with his first cover-ONE…TWO…T….NO!!!! Frazier kicks out desperately, as Logan shakes his head slightly, before quickly getting up to his feet. Frazier gets up as well, dazed though, and stagger backwards into the corner. Logan heads in right after… FRAZIER EXPLODES, LAUNCHING LOGAN UP OVER HIS HEAD … Logan lands with his hands on the top rope and wraps his legs around Rod’s head! Frazier then spins himself around and hurls Logan’s legs up into the air … as he lands on the apron. Frazier races in quickly, but Logan catches him with a shoulder to the gut, sending Rod staggering backwards. With Frazier reeling, Logan takes a chance & leaps up … GOING FOR A SPRINGBOARD … BUT FRAZIER SLUGS HIM HARD IN THE FACE, KNOCKING HIM DOWN TO THE OUTSIDE!! The official can’t keep Rod in the ring as he follows Logan to the outside. Grabbing a handful of Logan’s blonde hair he then WHIPS HIM VIOLENTLY AND SPINE-FIRST INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS. Logan gripes and grits his teeth, Frazier then rolls back into the ring to stop the count before rolling right back out to possibly deal more damage.
Baxter “Watch out here, the streets and the outside is where Frazier the BIG DAWG likes to eat and Logan may just be the first meal in the NEXT Master of the Mat’s diet.”
Diamond “Again you CAN’T advance in a double count out to the semi finals of the tournament BOTH men better be careful here.”
As Frazier goes back towards Logan, the enigmatic star finds something in him and starts fighting back once more. As the ref starts the count back over, Frazier tries to go back to work on Logan’s back by attempting to WHIP HIM INTO THE IRON POST…LOGAN REVERSES IT AND WHIPS FRAZIER INSTEAD!! Sheer instinct on behalf of Logan, who collapses onto one knee after chunking Frazier into the post. However, Frazier doesn’t fall, instead, being somehow pinned right up against the post. Logan sees this and charges right at Rod…RUNNING KNEE AGAINST THE IRON POST!! Frazier now drops like a stone as he might have a concussion, with Logan falling onto the ring lip. He gingerly jumps down to grab Frazier and roll him back into the ring but Logan remains on the apron waiting for the moment when Frazier reaches a seated position he SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE … HITTING BOOKER T WITH THE SEATED SENTON!!!
Diamond “LOGAN FLYING AND FRAZIER’S CHANCES MAY HAVE NOSED DIVED!!!!!”
The crowd roars with approval, as Logan still lying on the canvas as he touches his knee gingerly shaking some life back into it before rolling over & hooking Frazier far leg into the cover-ONE….TWO….THR…NO!!!! Frazier kicks out quickly, getting both his legs in the air, but Logan does not let it faze him. He pulls Rod back up to his feet and backs him against the ropes with right hands, before going for an Irish Whip across the ring, but Frazier reverses it, sending Logan off the ropes. He bounces back & Frazier boots him hard in the gut, before setting him up in a Powerbomb position … BEFORE LIFTING HIM UP HIGH … Logan fights it off though in mid air and slides down behind Frazier & grabbing at the neck, going for a Neckbreaker … BUT LOGAN COME DOWN ON HIS KNEE AS FRAZIER HOOKS LOGAN FROM BEHIND WITH A SNAP STUNNER!!! As Logan staggers away clutching his knee in agony, we see an intelligent smile on Frazier’s face as he walks up behind Logan and stamps hard on the back of his knee, causing the highflier to roll over in agony. Frazier quickly lifts up Logan’s left leg and kicks at the knee of the Cruiserweight over and over and over again, trying to pick apart the essential limbs of the athletic superstar.
Baxter “The dogs got a bone Derrick and I don’t think Frazier’s gonna let up on Logan’s legs anytime soon.”
Frazier then drags Lohan over to the bottom rope and props up his leg, the knee in particular … Rod launches himself up and comes crashing back down with his full 272 pounds across the knee of Logan! The half painted superstar cries out slightly, the pain shooting through his leg … BUT FRAZIER LEAPS UP AGAIN AND SLAMS INTO THE KNEE! Logan tries to grab his leg, but Frazier quickly pulls the Cruiserweight to the centre of the ring, drags his left leg over, so that Logan is on his front, and sits down, applying the HALF BOSTON CRAB!!
The crowd groans as the submission is applied as Logan is put through even more pain. Logan scratches and claws for the bottom rope, only for Frazier to wrench back even harder on the leg, desperate for Logan to give up in front of thousands of people. The 100k Battle Royal winner inches along the canvas, spurred on by “will to win” … AND GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!! Angrily, Frazier maintains the submission, refusing to release it, as the referee counts: “1 … 2 … 3 … 4 …” Frazier finally drops the leg, glaring at the official.
Diamond “Easy Rod, this fire, this sadistic streak we’re seeing in Rod is more disturbing than I remembered.”
Roderick does let up for a second though, as he grabs hold of Logan’s leg once again and yanks him back to the middle of the ring. Though obviously not a submission wrestler, Rod begins to go for another leg hold, this time the most famous one of them all … he spins around Logan’s leg for the FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK … but Logan kicks him in the back with his other foot and Frazier stumbles forwards … GETTING TANGLED IN THE SECOND ROPE!! Logan begins to make it back up to his feet incredibly gingerly, limping all the time looking to take advantage as he turns and begins to hobble towards the ropes, unable to run … AND FRAZIER RUSHES UP BEHIND AND TAKES HIM BACK DOWN WITH A CHOP BLOCK!! Logan crumples forward in agony, as Frazier then HURLS Logan into the corner with force. Rod then wraps Logan’s left leg around the middle rope and the knee joint, pulling it taught … BEFORE KICKING IT AGAIN … AGAIN … AND AGAIN! Logan gasps and howls with the pain of each blow … BEFORE KICKING FRAZIER IN THE FACE WITH HIS FREE LEG, KNOCKING HIM DOWN!
Baxter “DESPERATE TIMES call for DIRTY FIGHTING…DESPERATION being showed by Logan, like a rat trapped in a cage.”
With Frazier turned away for even a few moments, Logan quickly tries to capitalise, as he normally would, by heading to the top turnbuckle. Logan’s knee almost gives out on him as he makes it to the top much more slowly than usual, putting barely any weight on his left leg at all … FRAZIER CLUBS HIM FROM BEHIND, CAUSING LOGAN TO FALL BACKWARDS AND GET CAUGHT IN THE TREE OF WOE!!
Diamond “Logan could find himself in REAL trouble here, look…look at that vile smile from Frazier…..”
Grinning sadistically, Frazier backs off, arms raised in the air to MIXED HEAT from the crowd. He walks across the ring … BEFORE RACING TOWARDS LOGAN … WHO ROLLS UP … AND FRAZIER SMACKS INTO THE STEEL RING POST SHOULDER FIRST!!! It’s Frazier’s turn to rolls around on the canvas holding his arm, as Logan carefully tries to make it to the top rope once more. His left leg seems to be shaking with strain, as Frazier walks up behind … LOGAN FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH AN ASAI MOONSAULT … BUT FRAZIER CATCHES HIM ON HIS SHOULDER!! The crowd lets out another groan, this one of awe though, as size starts to matter. As Frazier carries Logan to the middle of the ring … THROWS HIM UP … BUT LOGAN COUNTERS INTO A DDT!!
Diamond “GOOD GOD…WHAT A DDT!!!!”
Baxter “BUT HE CAN’T CAPTILZE”
A HUGE POP goes up from the crowd, as Frazier lies flat on his back as Logan tries to stand up … his knee gives way! Instead, Logan simply crawls over on his hands and knees and hooks Frazier’s leg!- ONE…TWO…TH….NO!!! Frazier kicks out to, now it’s Logan who shows a tiny bit of frustration, as he shakes his head. Quickly he grabs hold of the top rope and heaves himself back up. Limping badly, Logan pulls Rod up and drills him with right hands, knocking him back into the corner. Grabbing hold of Rod’s arm, Logan goes for an Irish Whip …Rod reverses it and pulls Logan in … THEY SMACK HEADS TOGETHER!! The clash of heads sends a sickening smack throughout the Fieldhouse and both men stumble backwards, with Logan landing in the corner. Thanks to this positioning, Logan gingerly steps up the turnbuckle, as Frazier clambers back up to his feet with his back to his opponent …LOGAN LEAPS OFF … DRIVING FRAZIER’S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS WITH A JUMPING BULLDOG!!! Logan reaches back and hooks Rod’s far leg desperately! -…ONE….TWO…TH…NO!!! FRAZIER BARELY KICKS OUT! The crowd gasps, knowing how close that one was, Logan then quickly pulls Rod back up to his feet and backs him against the ropes with stiff right hands. Grabbing Rod’s arm, he goes for the Irish Whip, but Frazier reverses it, sending Logan back into the ropes. He rebounds and flies back, ducking Frazier’s Clothesline, coming off the other ropes … AND GETS DAMN NEAR DECAPTITATED WITH A JUMPING HOOK KICK!! Frazier drops down for a cover!-…ONE….TWO…THR-NO!!!! LOGAN KICKS OUT!
Diamond “Frazier is certainly in tip top form here this evening, a TRUE dark horse in every sense of the word. This man could very well be the NEXT Master of the Mat.”
Even though he looked unconscious, Logan somehow survived that one. Frazier sits bolt upright, holding his head in his hands in dismay. He staggers back up to his feet and walks towards the referee, demanding to know how that was not a three count. The official holds his own though, yelling at Frazier to back off. Rod, fuming with rage, storms back over to the fallen Logan and drags him up … LOGAN CATCHES HIM WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE!!
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Baxter “FRAZIER KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!”
The crowd gasps, as Logan almost won the match out of nowhere. Frazier is quickly back up to his feet though, and boots Logan quickly. Before dragging him back up and presses him into the ropes, before going for the Irish Whip … but Logan reverses, bringing Frazier into a kick to the gut. Frazier doubles over and Logan races off the ropes as quickly as his knee will allow … LEAPING UP … HITTING A SCISSORS KICK TO THE BACK OF HIS SKULL!!! Logan collapses back, grabbing the far leg!
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Diamond “NO!!! A LAST SECOND KICK OUT FROM ROD FRAZIER!”
Baxter “Logan certainly winning the hearts, minds and cheers via this capacity crowd.”
Frazier flops around in the ring, rolling head over heels, before finally staggering back up to his feet. Poised on the apron … LOGAN LEAPS UP … AND SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE LOOKING FOR THE WEST COAST POP … BUT FRAZIER CATCHES HIM IN THE POWERBOMB POSITION AND RACES FORWARDS … BUT LOGAN COUNTERS WITH A HURRICANRANA OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!
Both men land on the hard floor outside and lay still, as the referee begins his count.
“ONE … TWO … THREE …”
Logan is the first to show signs of life.
Diamond “Remember a double count out would advance John Cable to the FINAL of the tournament in this bracket.”
“… FOUR … FIVE … SIX …”
Logan crawls towards the ring apron and begins to pull himself up.
Baxter “Where’s Frazier, I only see Logan on the outside.”
“… SEVEN … EIGHT …”
Using every last bit of effort, Logan rolls into the ring –
BUT FRAZIER ALREADY SLIDE BACK INTO THE RING. He looks to blindside Logan … BUT LOGAN FEELIS HIM COMING … he spins and ducks under Rod’s swings, racing across the ring and shooting off the ropes. Frazier leaps up for a Hook Kick, but Logan darts under that as well, hitting the ropes again, BUT FRAZIER GETS HIM ON THE WAY BACK … LIFTING HIM UP … AND SLAMMING HIM DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH A HIGH IMPACT SPINEBUSTER!! The crowd is wild at this point, as Frazier makes the cover-
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Logan keeps the match alive & the Rep INC. member is forced to continue the offence without mercy, as Frazier begins driving SEVERAL REPEAT ELBOWS INTO LOGAN’S SPINE!! The move has Logan yelping in pain, but just when it looks like he’s going to let go, he transitions the whole thing into a grounded abdominal stretch. Logan is griping as best he can, trying to wage forth the resolve he needs to get out of the energy draining maneuver. The crowd is trying to will Logan on, the enigmatic competitor begins feeling their support as he starts making his way back to a vertical base, Frazier keeping the hold locked in. Before he can deliver more shots to Logan spine, the half-painted face warrior fires back by freeing an arm and delivering several elbows to Frazier’s gut to try and get free. But Rod surprises all in attendance when he turns his half abdominal stretch into a PUMPHANDLE PENDELUM BACKBREAKER!! Logan’s spine goes from coiling up to coming apart as he’s brought down HARD on Frazier’s knee, rolling off and gripping his back in pain.
Eventually Frazier gets back to his feet … AND BEGINS TO CLIMB THE TURNBUCKLE! The fans seem rather shocked, as Frazier deviates from his usual game plan, looking for some high-risk manoeuvre. He ascends up the turnbuckle backwards, facing the ring, and stands on the second rung - as Logan leaps up and drill him with a right hand. Frazier freezes, as Logan nails him with several more shots, before stepping up to the second turnbuckle himself. Logan tries to hook Rod’s right arm … but Frazier wraps it around Logan’s chest instead … AND LEAPS OFF … NAILING A MODIFIED BOOKEND OR ROCK BOTTOM LIKE MOVE TO LOGAN OFF THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!!!
Diamond “MY WORD WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?”
Baxter “It was SUPER effective whatever that was, Rod Frazier pulling out ALL the stops in this Quarter Finals Match up and the cover….the cover….”
The fans POP despite the perpetrator of the move, and Frazier slowly drapes an arm across Logan-
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*DING….DING*
Donald Master’s: Here is your WINNER…..(mixed POP)….as a result of a pinfall and advancing to the SEMI-FINALS OF THE MASTER OF THE MAT……RODDDDD……FRAZIERRRRRRR!!!!
Baxter “Well it looks like the MAN, the BLACK MAN is coming around into the Semi Finals of the Master of the Mat.”
Diamond “Frazier certainly owned his yard tonight and for that on June 22nd in the semi finals Frazier will face off against the BEAST John Cable. But this takes NOTHING away from Logan who took Frazier to the absolute limits.”
Frazier’s hand raised high in the air soaks in the moment before looking back at Logan who has propped himself up in a corner and almost shoots a look of “respect” towards the rookie’s gaze before turning and walking out of the ring as a victor but just Rods reaches the entrance way the titantron beings to blast…..
Baxter “Oh business is about to pick up at the hands of the NATURE BOY….WOOOOO!!!!”
Diamond “It’s the dirtiest player in the game, Ric Fliehr seems to have his eyes fixated on Logan and we’ll find out why after this quick break….”
Commercial Break
Fliehr can’t help but smile wide as he points towards Logan as he struts down the entrance way however cameras cut away backstage showing TRISTIAN SLATER 3-piece Armani Navy blue suit wearing, just as he arrives to Monday night Brawl.
Cameraman “Slater…Slater…Tristian any comments on what happened when you, Hunter and Andy we’re all together in the ring?”
Slater “Do I look like I care about ANYTHING but what should have been mine since the start…..the WGWF Championship is hanging off the shoulder of some AARP son of BITCH and now he and Hopkins think they can CONTROL me and sit me down next to that walking sack of crap who’s desperate for daddy’s favor.
THE GLOURIOUS….ONE….(heat)…made CCP nothing but a God damn vegetable who now get’s high on his own sedation medication and for ALL of that the ONLY thing that is going to drag myself down to that ring is what is owed to me………
The WGWF World Champion….SHIT!!!!!”
Just as Slater turned the corner a MEGA POP not heard since LeBron brought home a title erupts from the Cleveland faithful as ANDY JOHNSON PAGE ATTCKS SLATER FROM OUTTA NOWHERE!!!!!!
Baxter “What the HELL?”
Diamond “More like WHO the hell and that would be the man named ANDY….JOHNSON… PAGE….a man of his word PROMISING any and all beatings reserved for Slater himself.”
Baxter “He’s ONLY been a man of his word for two weeks Derrick, come on Slater FUCK THAT P.O.S UP!!!!!”
The action is sudden & serious as Slater finds himself knocked back into a few stacked boxes and pipes go flying as do two stage lamps which shatter on impact. The sound of broken glass under the shoes of Johnson can be heard as the young man approaches the pile, reaches down grabbing one of the pipes and proceeding to SMASH IT in the pile looking to strike Slater. However, there’s a slight POP as Slater crawls out behind Johnson and STRIKES HIM FROM BEHIND VIA MENTAL PIPE WHICH CRACKS OFF JOHNSON’S BACK!!!!!!
As Andy falls to his knees but before anymore damage can be done the camera man finds himself knocked down as a gaggle of backstage trainers, officials and referee’s are able to sperate both men for the time being with Slater getting dragged off while Andy is left on his knees shouting….
“THIS AIN’T OVER….SLATERRRR…..I’LL SEE YOU IN THAT RING!!!!!”
“LET THEM FIGHT” “LET THEM FIGHT” “LET THEM FIGHT”
These chants echo throughout, the arena as cameras pan back showing the backstage brawl from the point of view from the entrance way where Ric Fliehr is still standing shaking his head before looking back towards Logan who is now full upright and leaning up against the ropes.
*** Slick Ric with Hardhead & Half Painted Warrior? ***
Fliehr: WOOOOOOOO…..
“WOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
Fliehr: See that everyone, WOOOO….OLDEST RIDE….LONGEST LINE….WOOOOO even the people in Cleveland know that the NATURE BOY…IS….GODDDD…period. Did you hear that Frosty man…WOOOOO….here is your GOD…..(pop)…and there in that ring is the NEXT BIG THING WOOOOO!!!!!!
Diamond “Despite that ringing endorsement by a legend in this business, everyone including Logan and his own grandmother knows when it comes to slick Ric nothing he says ever comes WITHOUT a price.”
Fliehr: Now brother when I say that YOU are a God….wooooo….brother I meant it….but ONLY IF….you have a certain MAN…..WOOOOOO…..THE MAN….back you up brother!
There’s slight HEAT via the crowd as Logan is shown shaking his head looking over to Ric and mouthing….
Logan “YOU…you want to back me up?”
Fliehr: Of course I want YOU brother, I mean look at you man. You ALMOST remind me of a young Steve Gordan in his younger years, that bleached blond hair, the face pain and that never say die attitude and the fact that a few short weeks ago brother you left that ring with a HUNDRED K…..woooooo….brother you’ve ALMOST got it all……but almost ISN’T good enough……..
See brother while you’ve been standing on the edge of GREATNESS, old Ric here who has been BETTER than great for longer than you’ve been breathing has been out there….WOOOOO…making deals….flying high….and making all of them girls CRY….WOOOOOO….but most of all brother old Ric here SEALED the deal with the next BIG MAN of all time in Hardhead brother….that Island Warrior has the mussel brother…..WOOOOO….Slick Ric has got the know how…….woooo…..and brother you’ve not only have the skill but you’ve got the MONEY…..WOOOOOO…….that Hundre K in OUR hands…..we’re goning to buy and sell so man pretty things…..WOOOOO…..we’re not only goning to have you two win….but we’re gonna make more than just a hundred K….you two….Hawaiian….and Logan are going to make MILLIONS in this business…..you’ll both have to re-named fort Knox because of ALL the gold you’ll be carrying, brother to quote the Pet Shop boys……
HARDHEAD’S GOT THE BRONZE….YOU’VE GOT THE LOOK AND I’VE GOT THE BRIANS….LET’S MAKE LOTS OF MONEY!!!!!
With that Fliehr proceeds to take off his sports coat and throws it on the ground before backing up…..then STRUTING OVER-DROPING AND ELBOW ON HIS OWN SPORTS COAT!!!!!!
Baxter “Talk about your ABC’s Derrick, Ric Fliehr is Always Be Closing, and Logan will be the next closed deal the Nature boy makes.”
Fliehr: Brother…woooo….brother…that was a HELL of a pitch…..but you….you don’t look sold…..that’s okay…..woooo……brother some guys just gotta be TAUGHT why having somebody WATCHING OUT for you is SMART business all around….and NOBDY ever sad Ric Fliehr was dumb so Logan….brother….think about the……
POWER
“WOOOOOOO!!!!”
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MONEY
“WOOOOOO!!!!”
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TITLES
“WOOOOOOO!!!!”
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WOMEN
“WOOOOOOO!!!!”
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LOTS OF WOMEN!!!!!!
“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
You think about ALL of that while YOU GET YOUR ASS KICKED!!!!!!
The HEAT is turned up to maxium as BRIAN CADY ATTACKS LOGAN FROM OUTTA-NOWHERE!!!! Ric is shown grinning as he watched from the top of the entrance way as Cady continues to lash out on the down body of Logan with boot after boot directed towards Logan’s back and ribs. Eventually Logan scrambles into a corner, while Cady keeps on him like a rabid dog. Logan manages to lift a bootinto Brian’s face that sends him back a few steps. Logan tries to capitalize on this by bursting from the corner with a hard clothesline…but Cady’s completely unphased. Cady just looks over at Ric who shouts “GIVE HIM MY MONEY’S WORTH”….
Dimaond “There’s the RUB, and there’s how CHEAP of a humanbeeing Cady is working for a few bucks. But I’ve gotta ask is this the BEST way to recurit a partner? By beating the crap out of him?”
Baxter “Tough Love Derrick,Ric showing tough love to a swewer rat like Logan.”
Cady shoots back a sidious grin before tuning back towards Logan and chopping him like mad into the ropes before then sending Logan into the ropes, but Logan ducks under a clothesline attempt, but on the next rebound, he attempts to throw his knees into Cady’s chest. Brian, without flinching, catches Logan and uses this to hoist him onto his shoulder’s and brings him down with “X MARKS THE SPOT” THE GTS!!! CADY’S KNEE IS DRIVEN INTO LOGAN’S SKULL ON THE WAY DOWN!!!
Baxter “Hopefully that KNOCKED some sense into Logan’s empty head and JOIN the Nature Boy.”
Diamond “Really?”
The HEAT rages on as Cady slithers out of the ring and meets up with Fliehr on stage who toss a roll of hundreds as Cady walks past before laughing to himslelf as the lifless body of Logan is checked on via the ringside doctor and a few backstage officals as Brawl takes a break.
Commercial Break
*** Which Fire rages? ***
Returning from commercial break there’s a MASSIVE pop as cameras once again reach the backstage Brawl interview area where none other than Heat & Fire are standing with Denise Essex. Heat dressed in street attire while Fire gears up for battle later tonight, however over his left eye sits an eye patch…..
Essex: Later tonight in the third Master of the Mat Quarter final match we will see Velvet…(HEAT)…squaring off against THIS man, one half of the WGWF Hall of Fame tag team…FIRE!!!!!
POP
Essex: I’ve got to ask Fire, what’s up with the eye? Are you replacing a certain Johnny in a Pirate movie franchise or is it something much more serious?
Fire: It’s NOTHING that I can’t handle Denise nor was it any concern when WGWF medical officials CLEARED ME (pop) to wrestling later tonight. Truth is I screwed up light a few pre forth of July fireworks and blinded the retina. So there’s a bit of light sensitivity nothing to worry about. In fact, once that bell rings, I won’t even be wearing the patch at all.
Essex: Fair enough Fire but WE all know how “wrestlers” like Velvet (HEAT), operate and that left eye might as well be a bullseye for dirty tricks and cheap shots.
Fire: Normally I would agree, you would have to be an absolute IDOIT to walk into a ring with that horrible WHORE….
Cheap POP
Fire: And expect her NOT to use any dirty tricks to win a match, but Denise as you, the boys and girls in the back and how the ENTIRE WGWF universe knows that this ISN’T just an ordinary match. This is the MASTER’S OF THE MAT….
POP
Fire: This is the night in which not only does a “FIRE” rise but instead it engulfs the ENTIRE bracket until I’ve burnt down each and every man, woman or HOE that stands in my way. Because this year’s throne isn’t made up of faith, street cred, animal bones or whatever else Dorling, Tolly, Velvet, Rod or even Cable may think. This years Master of the Mat throne is nothing but an inferno, a chair of fire that simply put can’t and WON’T be put out until the WGWF Championship is placed around MY waist!!!!!
Velvet get a good look at MY EYES……
Fire rips the eye patch off his face
Fire: THESE EYES…..these eyes that have shouldered every loss, celebrated victories but of all theses eyes, they are the eyes of the NEXT Master of the Matt because all I see is that crown and that WGWF Championship But really look at these eyes Velvet besides being the eyes of a winner this will be as close as you’ll ever get to touching them because sweetheart tonight that ring is where a WRESTLING MACHINE will keep you on your preferred position…your back….as you ache, struggle, and SCREAM MY NAME…..begging me to STOP as you tap the F-out in MY ring, bitch!!!
Cameras return via ringside where Donald Master’s stands ready in the ring……
Donald Master’s: The following contest is set for one fall with a fifteen-minute time limit and is the FIRST match in the BEST Three out of Forth 3rds WGWF Tag Team Trinity Title Opportunity!!!
MIXED Pop
Diamond “Well folks here are where things are gonna get weird.”
Baxter “Considering we have a camera in a backstage Tea Party in the “heart” of Wonderland where “God” is the guest, well Derrick I would think we’re already in that weird place.”
Donald Master’s: Introducing first he is accompanied by the WHITE RABITT….(MIXED pop)….hailing from deep under the rabbit hole in the heart of Wonderland, weighing in at 210 pounds….JACKKKKKDAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!
Egypt Central’s “White Rabbit” rips across the speakers, with the entrance way bathed in blue & yellow hues with billowing smoke coming from underneath & soon to follow comes out Jackdaw along with the seven foot monster in a rabbit mask.
Baxter “Now THERE’S something you don’t see everyday.”
Diamond “You don’t say.”
Donald Master’s: And his opponent, accompanied by RYAN DUSK…..(HEAT)…..hailing from the edge of Heavens Gates….(HEAT)….weighing in at 215 pounds, he is one third of the WGWF Trinity Tag Team Champions, KENNETH…….RIDGEEEEEEEE!!!!!
The all too familiar purple glow of strobe lights guide way along with the smoke and now added fireball effect as Dusk & Ridge make their way out to the ring.
*Ding…Ding*
Jackdaw & Ridge begin roaming around in the ring and trying to size one another up, Kenneth with his cocky flair immolating still very much, while the masked man is the first to actually make an action, as he quickly darts in on Ridge, grabbing a leg, but Kenneth keeps his wits about him enough to back hop on his free leg into a corner and dipping his head between the ropes, forcing referee Goose Mahoney to make Jackdaw release his grip. Jackdaw does so hesitantly, but as he steps away with his arms raised, Ridge darts from his false prone position right back at Jackdaw, who still has a major heads up and throws Kenneth past him into the ropes. As Ridge looks to bounce back, Jackdaw preps for the rebound by hitting one of his ever-wicked kicks, but Ridge has him well-scouted and doesn’t even rebound, pulling instead on the ropes and darting outside the ring to perhaps regain his breath after almost having his head kicked off.
Camera’s do a picture & picture cut showing Alyce, Frost & Velvet all watching on from the “Tea Party” backstage
Alyce” Hahahaha….you must be so proud Frosty, Ridge cowering out of the ring like that. Hmm seems you paint every member with a yellow streak down their backs.”
While Ridge gets major heat for pulling that move, the referee is trying to keep Jackdaw from the ropes and going outside after Ridge, who rubs his chin for a bit before sliding back in the ring very tentatively. It’s back to square one here, as both men again circle the ring but it’s Ridge this time who strikes first after both men get in a lock-up. Kenneth synchs in the headlock, but Jackdaw whips Ridge into the opposite ropes, Jackdaw getting hit with a shoulder block. As Kenneth rebounds again towards Jackdaw, the masked warrior surprises Ridge by springing to his feet and again attempting a beheading side kick that Kenneth notices mid-stride and abruptly changes direction of his charge, again rolling out of the ring to avoid being destroyed by those legs.
Diamond “And like his boss before him, Ridge slithers out of the ring to…”
Baxter “To PRAY Derrick, you know religious freedom is protected in the constitution.”
As the crowd continues to berate Ridge, he chirps back at them to shut their faces as Dusk comes over & the two men seem to chant “In HIS name” a few times. Meanwhile despite wearing the mask it’s obvious Jackdaw is getting incredibly restless at this point, going over to the ropes to try and grab Ridge himself but Ridge is quick to realize this and hits Jackdaw with a guillotine drop that sends Jackdaw flying backwards. Ridge is now suddenly quick to climb back into the ring and stalk Jackdaw, going for CUTTER…NO!! Jackdaw doesn’t go down or even push Ridge away. Instead, he grips around Ridges’ waist and tries to execute a German suplex, but Ridge manages to find his way out of that…only to turn around and get a fierce shoot kick to the gut! Ridge finally feels the feet, doubling over and dropping to a knee from the sudden kick. While he’s hunched over, Jackdaw stays on him and hits him with a feint roundhouse to the back of the head!! Ridge goes down, getting Jackdaw the first cover of the match – 1…2…NO!!! Ridge manages to get a shoulder up!!
Velvet “HIS faith, SAVED all from the three count you pathetic pixie.”
Alyce “Well based on his World Title record, he mustn’t NOT BELIVE in himself.”
Frost for his own right sits silently watching on, tea cup in hand as we cut back to live action. We still get a close up of Ridge’s face, where he’s possibly in a state of shock from the blow. He starts to recover by getting on all fours and starting to crawl to his feet, but Jackdaw is quick to get back on the attack and hits him in the face with a front dropkick!! Ridge turns over himself on that move, Jackdaw again getting a cover – 1…2…NO!! Ridge again thrusts a shoulder up, grabbing the bottom rope and using all the ropes to make it to his feet. Jackdaw doesn’t let up, finding Ridge on the ropes and giving him a fierce CHOP(Woooo!!) that sends him reeling again. Jackdaw backs up and sizes Ridge up once again, going for another roundhouse kick to the skull, but Ridge shoots underneath this one towards Jackdaw’s stationary leg, torquing it as the masked man goes down! Ridge seems to have opened up a weak point in one of Jackdaw’s strengths. As he then rapidly delivers a trio of elbow drops to the inside of the leg before lifting up on it, hoping to totally remove the appendage from Jackdaw’s offense. He then takes Jackdaw’s ankle under his arm before spiking the leg into the canvas, putting all the more damage on the leg.
Diamond “Forget the blind faith, forget the Kool aid this man drinks and let’s NOT forget about the methodical technical skills Ridge can bring to the dance.”
Once again in a picture & picture shot Frost has that devilish grin creeping off to the side of his face. Placing the teal cup in Velvet’s hand. Frost reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out a travel bible and looks towards Alyce….
Frost “A reading from the book of Frost; For the Lord loves justice And does not forsake His godly ones; They are preserved forever, But the descendants of the wicked will be cut off…limb…by…LIMB!!!!”
Velvet “Oh TESTIFY”
Back to live action and Jackdaw is in noticeable pain as he tries to limp to a base, but Ridge is now the pit-bull on offense as he takes Jackdaw and drives him into a corner, sandwiching him and hitting him with blow after blow and wearing him down. Ridge then takes a second to step back and take in some heat before charging back at Jack, but the remaining educated foot of the masked man from Wonderland rolls over and hits Ridge square in the face with a rolling wheel kick out of the corner!! Jackdaw slides over for his third pin attempt of the match – 1…2…NO!! Ridge breaks out of that as well. As Ridge recovers, he gets to one knee, which Jack responds by attempting to hit him with a shining wizard…that misses…back kick from Jackdaw…NO….Ridge dodges that and turns it into a swift neckbreaker!! Ridge with his first cover, hooking the injured leg – 1…2…NO!! The White Rabbit looks on stoically, perhaps under the rabbit mask hoping for the best in his tag partner, who is brought to his feet by Ridge, who grabs a hold of his wrist and delivers another clothesline, but he keeps the wrist held and proceeds to roll through and nail yet another clothesline before keeping hold and rolling through for a third consecutive clothesline, this one looking more like a lariat, as Ridge covers Jackdaw again – 1…2…3-NO!! Jack still doesn’t want to go down here. As Ridge then takes the flexible Jackdaw and drives both knees into his spine before leaning back and prying…bow and arrow lock!! Ridge has Jackdaw’s body contorted in ways it probably should not, even getting the White Rabbit a bit concerned here on the outside as the seven footer is shown leaning onto the ring apron. The crowd is doing their best to try and get Jackdaw back into this one, but Ridge has the move locked in insidiously tight, however Jack manages to start thrashing around a bit, slugging Ridge several times in the face. One of “God’s” Warriors now has to let go of the hold, Jackdaw flailing out, but going over to the still on his back Ridge and getting a jackknife cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Ridge must throw his legs up!
Diamond “Remember folks in order for Alyce and her “partner’s” to receive a Trinity Tag Title shot they have to beat 3 out of the four members of the Extinction. Tonight isn’t a must win by any means but a loss puts Alyce and company behind the eight ball. “
As Ridge rolls back to his feet, only for Jackdaw to meet him with a hard elbow. The Wonderland Warrior then grabs Ridge looking to whip him into the ropes but it gets reversed with Ridge lowering his head and gearing up for the rebound. Jackdaw counters this by rebounding and cartwheel backflipping over Ridge…INTO A REVERSE DDT!! WOW!! A great deal of the crowd is taken aback by that sudden display, but the move looks like it took a lot out of both Ridge & Jackdaw. Both men are down for several seconds while the crowd POP’s, with Jackdaw rolling to his feet first. He doesn’t immediately go for a pin, however, opting to get to his feet and gearing back…standing corkscrew shooting star press!!!– 1…2…3…NO!!! RIDGE MANAGES TO THROW HIS LEGS UP!!
Back to the tea party & the grin across the face of both Velvet & Frost has disappeared as Alyce puts BOTH of her high top feet on the table with a grin as she pulls out a Gothic coloring book as she opens it upside down…
Alyce “And from the book of Alyce…
Instead of reading she just simply THROWS THE BOOK AT FROST!!! With pages falling out of the sky cameras return back to the match where Ridge keeps on the offense, grilling Jack with a clothesline and a suplex before setting him up for his backdrop-to-neckbreaker move, but Jackdaw wiggles his way out of that and rolls Ridge forward with a headlock before both men get back to their feet and Ridge throws Jackdaw into the ropes, as he rebounds directly into a clean-leaping back elbow. Before Ridge can get a cover, Jackdaw quickly get back to his feet, and kick’s Ridge right in the chest!! This is followed by another kick right to the chest, sending one third of the WGWF Trinity Champions back a few steps. As Jackdaw looks to finish the combo with one last big roundhouse to the head, but Ridge ducks and catches Jackaw from behind, completely hitting his backdrop-to-neckbreaker maneuver!! Ridge for another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! The Wonderland Warrior still has some fight in him!! Kenneth is growing tired of this, proceeding to target Jackdaw’s weakened leg again with several stomps and even a jumping knee drop before taking him up and surprising with a double underhook suplex. Ridge floats right over for another cover – 1…2…NO!!
Baxter “Ridge certainly applying the pressure here, almost as if a HIGHER power was guiding him?”
As Ridge then tries to lift Jack back to his feet once more, Jackdaw begins firing back with stiff blows to the side of his cocky opponent’s face before getting enough room to leap over and nail a springboard enziguri he calls the “Wonder Wall”!! The feet of the Wonderland warrior are at it again, with Ridge dropping like a stone en route to the apron, where he tries to bring himself back up with a glazed expression. As Jackdaw starts sizing Kenneth up once more, shaking the cobwebs out of his hurt leg and tumbling towards Ridge with a second “Wonder Wall”…SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK FROM RIDGE MID-MOVE!! WOW!! Ridge is the first to recover after the lull moment and crawl over to the downed Jackdaw for another cover – 1….2….3-NO!!! Jack stays in things!! Ridge nearly punches Goose Mahoney in the face after realizing he only got two, taking another shot at Jack’s already worked over leg instead. Ridge then takes him up and props him on the top rope, possibly looking for a big time move here…but Jackdaw fights back sending Kenneth off, hitting him with several blows to the ribs before surprising Ridge with a headbutt to the solar plexus, knocking him off the top completely and making him splat onto the canvas. The crowd is popping as they know what might be coming as Jackdaw adjusts himself on the top rope…his hurt leg giving him some trouble…ready…BLACK TALON SLAM!! BLACK TALON SLAM!! But Jackdaw is hurt! And despite how beautiful his Moonsault Slam from off the top rope looked. Replays show Jackdaw’s left leg/knee buckling on impact and forces him to roll away from Ridge clutching his leg in pain.
Diamond “That BLACK TALON SLAM, would have been the game winner here folks. But Ridge’s earlier limb damage is certainly playing a factor here.”
Both men are down and unable to make a move, Jackdaw is shown pounding the canvas in frustration at knowing he probably can’t capitalize. He grips his hurt leg and starts dragging his body over to Ridge, who sells the Moonsault to his ribs well, clutching them as he tries to recover on two knees. As Jackdaw forces himself to stand up, gimpy leg and all, and looks at Ridge with a vengeance emitting through his mask before looking for one more killer roundhouse…but Ridge dodges that one as well, but when Jackdaw comes all the way around from the huge kick…”THE FROST BITE”!! “THE FROST BITE”!!
Baxter “WHAT!? WHAT!?”
Backstage Velvet is shown squealing in joy as she leaps up and hugs her “savior” as Frost sits in his chair grinning as he looks over at Alyce who look like her dog has just died as her sadness turns to a sedation as she looks over at Frost who takes a long & loud sip of tea with his pinky up in the air.
Fans are SHOCKED with Ridge using his “God’s” owns finisher as Jackdaw’s skull is planted into the canvas!! Ridge takes a moment to take in a breath as Dusk is heard on the outside screaming “COVER….GOD TELLS YOU TO MAKE THE COVER!!!!” Ridge stands and grins as he then falls from his knees on top of Jackdaw – 1…2…3…!!!
*DING…DING*
Donald Master’s: The WINNER…(heat) via pin fall…..KENNETH RIDGEEEEEE!!!!!!
Cameras pan out of the TV screen inside Alyce’s tea party, her face is that of a twisted mess as Velvet can help but smash a teacup on the floor.
Velvet: God…ONE…the Hot Topic WHORE….ZERO!!!!!
Frost: Now….now…Velvet…we mustn’t judge those who not only place their faith in people who are just as WEAK as the tea they serve….
With that Frost stands from his chair and arm in arm with Velvet leave Alyce’s “tea party”, Alyce finally looses it as just as the door shuts behind them Alyce TIPS OVER THE TABLE & SMASHES EVERYTHING AROUND HER!!!!!
Cameras pan out showing Velvet & Frost walking down an area hallway towards ringside.
Frost: Now remember always God will be by your side child, despite the laws of Hopkins barring ANY of us from ringside later tonight.
Velvet: Man may try but they certainly WON’T keep me away from tearing out Fire’s eyes….(heat)…and they will NEVER keep me away from MY God.
HEAT
Frost (kisses Velvet’s hand): Good girl and in fact later after your victory…..
Frost is interrupted as TRISTIN SLATER walks past as the two former WGWF Champions and one time rivals stare one another down backstage.
Frost: Just who in the hell? Oh look it’s the boy who cried help for Andy Johnson Page……
POP
Slater: You’ve got it wrong Frosty, this is the MAN who not only BEAT you almighty but also KILLED the career of Chris Page and then TOOK YOUR mantle of the “Child Killer” and BASHED in the brains of Page’s bastard son. You know the one who beat you back on Brawl’s debut…….
Frost grin fades as Slater’s grows.
Slater: So if ANYBODY and I do mean ANYBODY should watch where they step, it should be you. Since I’m basically YOUR God, hell from up here Frost where WINNER’S live you look just like that PISS ANT Andy, and like I did with my boot earlier I have no problems SQUASHING you and taking your gal…..
The two now stand even closer to one another as the tension seems to last all but for a second as cameras pan out show ANDY JOHNSON PAGE perched high up on a few bleacher seats backstage. As Velvet whispers something into Frost’s ear, as Paul backs away…..
Frost: Go ahead Slater, I insist….Go…with God’s blessings.
Frost & Velvet step aside allow Slater to walk past UNTIL ANDY LEAPS FROM OFF THE BLEACHERS AND SENDS BOTH HE & SLATER THROUGH A GLASS WINDOW BACKSTAGE!!!!!!
“HOLY SHIT” *clapclapclap* “THAT WAS AWESOME” *clapclapclap* “HOLY SHIT”
Cameras rush over as well as do that army of backstage officials as they enter the security office that Slater & Johnson lye in the pain of what’s left of the glass. Still trying to claw at one another as Frost and Velvet walk over the broken glass out of the shot…..
Frost: See Velvet’s that exactly what you are going to do this evening, SHATTER that glass ceiling in the tournament…..
Diamond “My GOD, Andy and Slater’s backstage mayhem continues. At this rate will Hunter even get a chance to get those two in the ring later tonight?”
Baxter “We’ll see but up next the Master of the Mat Quarter finals continue as it will be Velvet taking on Fire and that’s NEXT here on Monday night Brawl on TNT.”
Commercial Break
Donald Master’s: The following contest is a singles match with a time limit of thirty minutes and is a Master of the Mater Quarter finals match!!!!!!
POP
Donald Master’s: And as per order from WGWF Chairman Matt Hopkins….ALL members of the Extinction are BANNED from ringside……
MEGA POP
Donald Master’s: Introducing first he weighs in at 240 ponds, hailing from Atlanta Georgia, he is a member of the WGWF Hall of Fame…(POP), this is FIREEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Fans in the Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse rise to there feet as "The Next Big Thing" by Jim Johnson rips across the sound system as the lights blink red and yellow as Fire makes his way out on stage. He raises his arms to have two huge fire balls go off at the bottom if the stage as he makes his way towards the ring.
Diamond “History PROVES you never count out ANY member of the Hall of Fame tag team of Heat and obviously Fire. I mean since the return of the WGWF both Heat and Fire have been on a roll. And ESPICALLY Fire’s performance back at WrestleWar’s turned some heads. But with that injury KNOWN to his challenger. I worry here.”
Donald Master’s: And introducing his opponent she stands five feet six inches, hailing from just outside the Garden of Eden…(heat)……..she represents the Extinction…(more heat)…… this is……..VELVETTTTTTTT!!!!!!!
The darken stage is slowly illuminated by a creeping purple glow along with thick fog quickly covering the entrance way. Somewhere buried under all that fog, Velvet finally enters to MASSIVE amounts of HEAT thrown her way. Sporting a black leather ensemble with the “Extinction’s” skull logo embroidered with silver studs on the sides of her trunks. Velvet FALLS TO HER KNEES, OUTSTRETCHES HER ARMS & LOOKS UP SHOUTING……
“THIS IS GOD’S (heat) HOUSE”
Baxter “And here comes the WrestleWar’s STREAK herself.”
Diamond “It’s NOT a streak, it’s only TWO matches with the help of Paul Frost. Who like with all his pals are BANNED backstage.”
Baxter “Sure Derrick it’s a disadvantage but when you talk about the history of the Master of the Mat you’ve got to talk about Paul Frost as the first star to ever WIN back to back tournaments. You’ve gotta think he’s pass on his winning ways.”
Velvet begins the long walk down the ramp & towards the ring, almost without a care in the world under the BRIGHT lights of this night. Velvet SKIPS down to the ring, a wicked grin plastered on the side of her face as she slides under the bottom rope.
*Ding…Ding*
Velvet drifts out of her corner, only to be the stopped cold by FIRE TACKLING HER RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE!! This is getting started right away!! As Fire starts pounding fists off of Velvet’ face and body, all of Cleveland immediately enthralled and cheering for the action. As Velvet squiggles out of Fire’s assault, retreating to a corner in hopes that it’ll buy her some time…but Fire simply follows in, now pounding on “God’s Favorite Whore” because she’s got nowhere to go!!
Diamond “I’m ready, Cleveland and the WGWF Universe is more than READY to see Frost’s JEZABEL get her’s and it seems that Fire is ready, willing and ABLE to deliver.”
As Fire keeps firing blow after blow after blow, but Velvet manages to duck one of them and grip the Fire by his waist before turning him into the corner and changing their positions. Now it’s Velvet’s turn to light up the Hall of Fame’er, IMMEDIATELY going for right hands to Fire’s injured left eye! The change of aggressors already turns the crowd, but with each shot to Fire’s obvious injury, they throw deeper heat at Velvet. Even with his handicap being picked apart out of the box, Fire’s adrenaline and hatred for Velvet perhaps fuels him to turn her back around in the corner, once again shifting the action and striking Velvet in her face with hard forearms and fists, referee Goose Mahoney almost having to get between both stars. Fire does back away a little bit, but this is only to give him room to hit Velvet with the SHOOT KICK TO THE MIDSECTION!! Velvet has the corner gripped, so she stays vertical, only to EAT ANOTHER SHOOT KICK TO THE GUT!! Fire is looking relentless here, but he’s not done, cranking back and nailing ANOTHER SHOOT KICK TO THE RIBS!!
Baxter “Eye injury aside, it’s obviously despite Velvet’s recent winning streak that Fire should be considered the OVER WHELMING favorite is this match up.”
Velvet moans and doubles over in pain in the corner, Fire keeping his eyes on “God’s Holy Harlotte”, as he backs away to the opposite corner. The Hall of Fame’er measures the whore up as she tries to get back to her feet in the corner, rushing back towards her … EXPLODING CORNER DROPKICK … NO!! Velvet moves out of the way at the last possible moment, sending Fire crashing into the unforgiving turnbuckle! The tides turn once again, with Velvet desperately catching a breather for a moment. As Fire must bring himself back to his feet using the nearby ropes, but he only gets to his knees before Velvet rushes back at him and HITS HIM IN THE INJURED EYE WITH A NASTY RUNNING BOOT!! Fire is struck so hard by the move that he falls through the ropes and to the floor! Velvet obviously now has a strategy to work in here, while Fire is just letting loose with all his aggression. Right now, Velvet’s way seems to be working as she crawls out from the ring to the outside, again firing punches deliberately aimed at Fire’s left orbital bone. Ignoring referee Mahoney’s call to “GET BACK” Velvet lands a kick to Fire’s gut as she pulls him up and lifting him over her head…lining him up with the guard rail … AND DROPS FIRE’S FACE RIGHT ONTO THE RAILING!!
Baxter “There it IS, that FAITH in FROST is starting to pay off. Pluss that ruthless bitch Velvet is certainly NOT be underestimated in the slightest.”
Fire falls back in agony, coving up his targeted eye. He momentarily screams in pain, the camera capturing it before panning up to show Velvet with her newfound sick, slasher smile etched on her face. Quickly Velvet rolls in & then out of the ring breaking the officials count at “Seven”. As Velvet slowly walks over to Fire and slaps him on the back of the head, taunting at him. “What now, Fire?? Huh? Ya gonna kick my head in, huh? Ya gonna bite, you FAITHLESS HALL OF SAHME’ER??” Velvet slaps Fire’s head once more for even more heat, taking the Hall of Fame’er up by the head and dragging him back up…only for Fire to BURST from Velvet’s grip, grabbing at her head … AND FIRE ACTUALLY BITES VELVET RIGHT ON THE NOSE!!
Diamond “WOOOO, BITE HER….BITE THAT VILE WOMAN OFF A NEW ONE!!!!”
Velvet is reeling and gripping at her nose, not sure what the hell to think except that maybe she should keep her mouth shut. Fire takes this moment to lean up against the railing closest to the announce table, trying to gather himself a little bit. But he doesn’t have much time, as a now enraged Velvet stops holding her bitten appendage and rushes at Fire … ONLY FOR FIRE TO BACK BODY DROP HER RIGHT OVER THE RAILING AND INTO THE FANS’ LAPS!!! VELVET HITS PURE CONCRETE!! Velvet bends to tend to her impacted spine, screaming in pain as fans around her cheer wildly. As Fire takes a moment to again tend to his eye before climbing over the rail and seeing Velvet trying to crawl back to her feet, only to DRILL HER IN THE HEAD WITH A STIFF KICK!! A blow that would make puroresu fans happy sends Velvet onto her stomach and possibly avenges the kick to Fire’s head earlier. Fire then ventures over and takes Velvet up by her neck and tights, runs, and SLINGS HER BACK OVER THE RAIL, again forcing Velvet to land on her already weakened spine!
Diamond “Fire keeps the pressure on high, this is HIS moment, HIS chance to shine under that singles spotlight. And besides the WGWF World Championship or winning the West Coast Rumble. There isn’t any bigger singles victory in my opinion that becoming a Master of the Mat.”
The vengeance is strong with these two, the crowd feeling all of it as Fire now climbs back over the railing to fetch Velvet once more, sliding her back into the ring this time. He follows him, dragging himself on top for the first actual cover attempt of the contest –ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! Velvet is as driven by faith and title dreams as Fire is, rolling a shoulder and staying in this! But Fire doesn’t fret, taking the shoulder that Velvet raised, grips it, then reaches for her other one … AND LOOKS FOR THE WRIST-CLUTCH STOMPS…but Velvet squirms away while on hers back to the nearby ropes, clogging up any chance Fire might have had with the move. Fire backs off Velvet by order of the referee, Velvet getting back up to her feet and trying to regain breath after nearly getting her head stomped in. She props herself up on the ropes with her arms wide, leaving Velvet’s chest wide open for a particularly stinging knife-edge CHOP(Woooooo!) Velvet immediately regrets the decision to leave her chest unguarded, curling her arms back over her chest as she steps away from the ropes, dropping to her knees. Fire seeing this as another opening, rearing back and NAILING VELVET IN THE CHEST WITH A SHOOT KICK!!
Baxter “Trying but FAILING Velvet down finds herself on the receiving end of kicks that could not only cost her the match but perhaps boot her out of Paul’s Garden of Eden.”
He then rears back … AND NAILS ANOTHER!! AND ANOTHER!! AND ANOTHER!! Velvet’s body whiplashes violently with each blow, Fire again stepping back. This time, he pumps his fists and yells loudly, the crowd yelling with him and going for the FINISHING ROUNDHOUSE … NO!! Velvet’s studied the tapes and ducks the final blow, quickly getting some footing and hitting Fire from behind with a low dropkick. As Fire drops from his legs being pulled from underneath him, trying to get back up on all fours before propping himself on his knees. Velvet is back on her feet and strikes Fire one more time in the injured eye before forcing him to look up into her face –
“Anything you can do, I can do better, Fire! I’m better than YOU, because I believe in GODDDDDDD!!!!”
Velvet’s boast garners her some heat before she rears back … AND SHE BLASTS FIRE IN THE CHEST WITH A SHOOT KICK!! This garners even more heat, but she’s not done, gearing back and HITTING ANOTHER!! AND ANOTHER!! AND ANOTHER!! Perfectly flipping the very move from just a few seconds ago, Fire’s body is struck hard with each blow, but he stays more stationary than Velvet was. Even so, Velvet mimics Fire’s fist pump and battle cry, getting another negative reaction before SHE GOES FOR THE FINAL ROUNDHOUSE TO THE SKULL ... but Fire ducks and takes down Velvet from behind with a single leg take down on the backswing…Velvet scurries to the ropes to get back to a vertical base as she somewhat drunkenly stepping back to the center ring and getting nailed in the calf by another shoot kick! Velvet takes it, but shrugs it off a bit before nailing Fire in the calf with a shoot kick of her own!! Fire then retaliates with another calf shoot, only or Velvet to retaliate with another! The crowd is getting into this vengeful battle of one-upsmanship!
BOO!!
YAY!!
BOO!!
YAY!!
BOO!!
YAY!!
YAY!!
YAY!!
Velvet abandons the kicks and suddenly comes around with a hard haymaker, again aimed right at Fire’s injured eye –
BOO!!
BOO!!
YAY!!
YAY!!
OOOoooooOOOOOOHHH…
Fire bounces off the opposite ropes and rushes at the rope-leaning Velvet…who lifts him over her and plants him on the apron! They are continuing this duel with straight punches with the ropes between them –
YAY!!
BOO!!
YAY!!
BOO!!
YAY!!
BOO!!
BOO!!
BOO!!
OooooOOOOOOOOOHHHH…
Fire COUNTER’S a right hand via Velvet and SNAPS OFF A SUPLEX TAKING VELVET UP & OVER THE TOP ROPE , LANDING ONTO THE FLOOR BELOW!!!!!!
Diamond “There wasn’t any heavenly embrace to break her fall on that one. Velvet suffering the PAINFUL realities of fighting this match alone.”
Fire remains sitting on the ring apron as cameras get an overhead shot of Velvet laid out like a body on the street. She clutches her back in pain as Fire drops down and slides what’s left of Velvet back into the ring before following in pursuit, but Velvet keeps on rolling, getting farther away from Fire as he slides in. This forces Fire to crawl a few extra feet and force Velvet onto her back for another cover –ONE…TWO…THR-NO!!! Velvet throws up a shoulder somehow!! Fire then wraps up both of Velvet’s legs and then grabs both wrists and starts rocking back and forth, forcing Velvet’s body to go with him, setting up for the surfboard stretch…but Velvet rips her arms away from Fire’s clutches, forcing the Hall of Fame’er to fall back against the canvas with no leverage. Fire springs back up to his feet from the slight setback, while Velvet groggily getting to her feet much slower, but when Fire approaches her, he gets a surprise when Velvet HEADBUTTS HIM RIGHT IN THE INJURED ORBITAL BONE, AGAIN!! Fire is immediately taken aback and clutching his face in pain, Velvet creating an opening for herself and keeping it open by taking Fire and throwing his face into a turnbuckle, further damaging the targeted region. Once Fire’s face bounces off and reveals itself for a moment, we can see that his is indeed bleeding from the eye a tad.
Baxter “Velvet scratching out her competition here this evening, just ask the blood seeping from Fire’s left eye.”
Diamond “Dirty pool is what that BITCH just played right there.”
Velvet then hits Fire with a CHOP(Wooooo!) that backs him back into the same corner before Velvet yanks Fire out, gets him in a backdrop position … and then throw Fire into the canvas with a WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER!! Velvet keeps blatantly going after the now bleeding eye of Fire, but she doesn’t give much of a shit if it’s a cheap strategy because now it’s getting Velvet her first fall attempt of the match – ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! Fire is hurt and squirting, but he’s not done yet! Just after he throws his shoulder up, he goes right back to tending to the eye, making sure not to elevate his head so that Velvet can further mess him up. She then strikes him several times to soften up his covering up, wrapping up Fire’s legs the same way he had her’s. She then forcibly takes Fire’s wrists and begins shifting her weight on several attempts … BEFORE CATCHING FIRE IN A SURFBOARD STRETCH!!
Baxter “Velvet certainly going it her own way, perhaps she’s the most adept of ANY member of the Extinction when it comes to synching in unique submission holds.”
The evil game of one-upsmanship continues, the entire crowd throwing an immense amount of heat towards Velvet. She doesn’t seem to care, only having her sick smile grow wider and wider the more she hears Fire cry out in pain. Mahoney has to ask Fire “if he would like to give up?”, but Fire constantly refuses, shaking his head with more vigor with every question. Just when it looks like Velvet may be running out of steam on the move, she starts bringing Fire closer and closer to her own body … AND LOOKS FOR THE DRAGON SLEEPER to go along with the stretch…but Fire begins to fight out, knowing exactly what Velvet is going for! He starts pounding backhand fists off of her midsection before getting one that nails Velvet in the face, forcing her to let go. Both get back to their feet quickly, Helms firing a wild right hand and Fire LANDS a hard right sending Velvet back stumbling. A second & third right hand each find their mark as Fire goes for the standing switch looking for a snap German Suplex-NO-Velvet jams him by grabbing one arm and wrapping him up with it before grabbing the other one … SITOUT STRAIGHT JACKET SLAM!!
Baxter “DIRECT HIT, Velvet nails her “Heavenly Embrace” Straight Jacket Slam this could be a semi-final win for Velvet here and now.”
Velvet keeps the sitout and hooks one of Fire’s legs…ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! As soon as this gets confirmed, the ref signals for both men to go at it, which Velvet quickly obliges by RUSHING AT FIRE WITH SHINING WIZARD INTENTIONS…NO!!! Fire dodges the running assault, sending Velvet chest-first and unprotected into the padded corner. As she shoots back out, Fire gets to his feet, wraps his arms around Velvet’s waist…AND NAILS A FLAWLESS GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Fire is able to keep the bridge –ONE…TWO…THRE-NO!!! Although both competitor’s have taken their beatings, the fresher Velvet throws her legs up to escape. As Fire spins to his feet to chase down Velvet, but she keeps her momentum going to roll out of the ring. As she goes over by the announce table to lean on it, perhaps thinking this over and not being a rushing-in fool. She doesn’t get much time to think, however, as Fire has rushed towards the ropes and LEAPS THROGH THEM WITH A SUICIDE DIVE…NO!!! VELVET MOVES!!! FIRE GOES FACE-FIRST INTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!
Diamond “INCOMING, WATCH OUT HERE……FIRE JUST TOOK A DIVE.”
Baxter “Out of the frying pan and into the FAITHFUL’s own fire. Velvet may just have a chance again.”
Fire’s jaw ricochets off the table, with Velvet seeing this as cameras capture Velvet licking her lips obviously willing to take full advantage. The referee is telling both wrestler’s to get inside, while Velvet takes what’s left of Fire off the announce table as she sending him back into the ring, immediately going for a cover –ONE…TWO…THRE-NO!! Fire has enough to roll the shoulder! The Hall of Fame’er is FAR from out of this quarter final match up however a very frustrated Velvet snaps and proceeds to beat in Fire’s head with hard, taped right hands. The referee is admonishing her about the clenched fists, but Velvet really doesn’t care at this point, soon pulling Fire to his feet and throwing him into the ropes. On the rebound, Fire looks to fly at her with his leaping sitout clothesline, but Velvet ducking under to send Fire flying overhead without a hit. Velvet then walks over to Fire with a few more blows to the head before forcing him into a corner, gripping his neck hard. As Velvet then holds onto the neck with both hands before delivering TWO MMA STYLE HARD KNEES TO THE FACE OF FIRE…BEFORE LEAPING OFF THE SECOND ROPE WITH A FINAL ONE!!! With these hard, stiff blows, Fire falls like a stone back to the canvas, which Velvet then goes for another cover –ONE…TWO…THREE-NO!! Fire still has life, although his eyes are indeed glazed the fuck over. Velvet is fully loaded in the driver’s seat now, as Fire struggles to get to his feet. When he finally does, the stalking Harlotte hoists him onto her shoulders before hitting a FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM-NO-SPINING DDT!!!
Diamond” A spinning DDT from outta nowhere sending Velvet back to the canvas as Fire get’s the break he’s been looking for.”
Fans POP as Fire takes down his straps and points at Velvet as he grabs her by the ankle and starts to pull her away from the ropes, but Velvet is still holding on…ANKLE LOCK!!! ANKLE LOCK!!! Velvet is still all over the ropes, but she’s getting yanked off by Fire!! FIRE THEN PULLS HER UP, LITERALLY HAVING A TUG OF WAR WITH HIMSELF AND THE ROPES!!! The referee is warning him to let go, beginning to count up to five yet again, but before he can wring her up, Fire makes his way between Velvet’s legs and grabs her waist, beginning to pull up, with Velvet still gripping onto the ropes for dear life…no avail…RELEASE WHEELBARROW SUPLEX!!! RELEASE WHEELBARROW!!! Velvet folds over her neck on the sickening impact, Fire having completely turned the momentum around collapses into a cover–
ONE….
TWO…
THREE…NO!!!!
Velvet manages to find something in herself and dodges the blow, Fire swinging all the way around, his back towards Velvet now. Velvet then springs up and grapples both of Fire’s arms, wrapping them around…STRAIGHT JACKET SLEEPER DROP!!! Both hit the canvas hard, Fire’s abuse coming into play, as is Velvet’s possible complete lack of consciousness at this point. Both lay flat, forcing the referee to start the KO count.
“One”
“Two”
“Three”
Velvet is shown stirring as is Fire’s left leg which continues to twitch…
“Four”
“FIVE”
“SIX”
“SEVEN…”
Diamond “It’s ANYBODY’s game here, at least, I hope. Remember if neither can break the official’s ten count than the winner of our fourth and final quarter finals Dorling verse Tolly will have an automatic trip to the finals for the winner.”
“EIGHT”
“NIN….”
Velvet is the first to recover, crawling on over to Fire before throwing her arm over –
……
ONE
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TWO
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Diamond “For the LOVE of everything RIGHT and GOOD in this world…Fire…KICK OUT….KICK OUT AND LIVE YOUR DREAM SON……KICK OUT!!!!!”
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…..
………………..THREE!!!
*DING…..DING*
Donald Master’s: The WINNER (HEAT),of the match and advancing to the SEMI-FINALS of the Master of the Mat…..VELVETTTTTT!!!!!!
The HEAT is overwhelming as cameras cut to the entrance way where ALL the members of the Extinction stand. Frost in the middle of both Ridge & Dusk looks out towards the ring his arms outstretched. Velvet for her part is quick to slide out of the ring not even brothering to have her hand raised. As she quickly runs up the ramp and into the arms of her “Savior”.
Diamond “DAMNIT ALL, it was a HELL of a match and yes, yes, yes ALRIGHT I’ll give the she-devil her due. WITHOUT the help of a false God, Velvet was able to take advantage of Fire’s injury and stamp her ticket to the semi finals of the Master of the Mat…”
Baxter “We could be seeing HER-story made Derrick and it may become the MISTERESS of the Mat if Velvet’s faith and fury carry her to the crown this year.”
We get one final shot of ALL the members of Extinction raising one another’s hand as the Cleveland crowd JEER’S the efforts of one group & POP’S MASSIVLEY for Heat who slides in the ring helping his tag partner back to his feet who is CHEERED on via the sell out crowd for his gutsy performance this evening. As cameras return to ringside where Baxter & Diamond are seated….
Diamond “You talk about a barn burner of match, both Velvet and especially Fire delivered on the third out of our four Master of the Mat Quarter finals this evening. We still have our MASSIVE main event of John Tolly taking on Dorling for the FINAL spot in the semi finals.”
Baxter “But before then, Slater, Andy and the WGWF Hunter will ALL be in that very ring in mere moments to “talk it out.”
Diamond “We’ll need the 82nd Air Borne to keep peace between ALL three men…...”
Before Brawl goes to break, we get a triple spilt screen of ANDY/ HUNTER / SLATER each heading towards the ring.
Commercial Break
*** The Hero, the Villian & the HUNTER ***
Cameras return to Cleveland’s Fieldhouse arena & an overhead shot of the ring shows a unique sight where three lines of security have spilt the ring into thirds, with Slater being “contained” on the far-left upper hand corner of the ring, as Andy is “contained” on the right-hand side but pacing like a caged animal back & forth all the while looking over at Slater who tells him to “FUCK OFF” as security tightens the line between the two, with the middle of the ring closed to the hard camera currently empty but not for long….
Fans POP HUGE, as that familiar green hue gives way to the WGWF Champion HUNTER, stepping through the curtain and making a beeline for the ring, the title still strapped to his mid-section as he steps through the rope & into his “contained” section of the ring……
Slater:
So CHAMP, how does this work exactly? Hmmm? Do I get on my knees and pucker up or do you prefer your ass kisser’s a little younger and preferably a BASTARD’S son?
~Slater is cut off by the insane amount of HEAT he’s getting that he has to acknowledge before continuing.
Slater:
…Pipe DOWN Andy, somebody get a CATTLEPROD and SHOCK this insignificant PISS ANT into submission. Get over it kid, I FUCKED UP YOUR DADDY, I CRIPPLED CHRIS FUCKING PAGE!!!!
MEGA HEAT
~It’s at this point where Andy TRIES JUMPING OVER SECURITY in order to get his hands onto Slater, but the line holds keeping Andy back much to the displeasure of the crowd…
“LET THEM FIGHT” …”LET THEM FIGHT”….”LET THEM FIGHT”
Slater:
Did ANYBODY ask for your opinions? I think NOT…(heat)…so do the Glorious one a favor and SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!
MORE HEAT
Slater:
Andy, take some GLOURIOUS advice and QUIT while you’re STILL STANDING. You DON’T want me as your enemy, in fact the way I see things I should be your BIGGEST fan. Because I finally solved your biggest problem with just a CRACK of a chair…poof…no more Daddy issues.
~The heat stays strong, Slater is just prying at the crowd now
Slater:
Now you can take this gift I gave you and move the FUCK on, or you can keep trying to break the UN-FUCKING-BREAKABLE….all this backstage bullshit and for what? Hmm Andy how much of your body did you sacrifice to exact what? Hmm a few missing buttons from my shirt? Broken shades? A few shallow cuts on my face. Hell I didn’t even spill a damn drop of blood, you couldn’t even take a ounce of flesh let a lone a pound boy. You’re a FALIURE plain and simple, consider what I’ve done. Hmm, who’s head are mounted on my wall and then remember boy if you keep coming after me, I’ll skin you, gut you and leave you on the side of history books like roadkill. So, STAY THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY!!! With baby Huey taken care of MY attention turns to WHAT I’M OWED…..
~The crowd buzzes as Slater smirks just a bit as he turns towards Hunter.
Slater:
It’s pretty simple CHUMP. I’m not going to whine, cry or even attack you from behind. EVERYBODY knows that sure you “won” MY title back at WrestleWar’s. GREAT, Awesome job, congratulations BUT it’s time to face the GLOURIOUS facts of the situation as the man who damn near preformed mouth to mouth to keep this place alive as champion then it’s MY GOD GIVEN RIGHT to do it ALL over again. Do what I do best and with a GLOURIOUS flare…Doing the utterly impossible. No mortal man can do what I have the capability of doing.
I have the entire world a-against me. Matt Hopkins doesn’t want me as champion. HUNTER doesn’t want me as champion. No one in the back wants me as champion. Hell, the nacho maker in the lobby doesn’t want me as champion…and you mindless worms don’t want me as champion.
~…and the HEAT, predictably, returns.
Slater:
So no matter what phony stories you or Andy Page want to lather you people up with, it’s I, Tristian Slater, your GLOURIOUS Champion, who has all the odds stacked against him. But since I do the impossible, the GLOURIOUS reality is as soon as you MAN the FUCK UP Hunter and drop this whole circle jerk. The sooner MY title comes back to ME, unless of course what. This whole thing is to announce little orphan Andy is the next to get charity from you…..
Andy Page:
What the hell does someone like you know about the impossible?
~A bit of a buzz pop for Andy showing up Slater already
Andy Page:
You’re talkin’ to a guy who has made a career out of doing the impossible. Hunter with all due respect champ right now your title is MEANINGLESS to me.
POP
~Andy gets close to Slater’s face here and points a finger.
Andy Page:
The only thing I want, need, desire hell even LUST after is like Slater said mounting HIS head onto my wall and sleeping at peace knowing the BIGGEST piece of SHIT is paying just a small price of what I’ve had to endure ever since I stepped foot into the WORLD let alone a wrestling company. Slater you FUCKED with MY family, and I promised you I wouldn’t stop until I got that pound of flesh. Tonight was just a taste of the HELL I have planned if YOU don’t nut up and face me in THIS very ring…..
~Andy spins his finger around and then points towards Hunter to a small pop
Andy Page:
But it seems he wants YOU champ, I can’t say I’m surprised that he wants to WEASLEY his way out of the ass whipping coming his way…(POP)…but you Hunter, you who would maybe share MY pain a little bit considering what has happened to you in this ring. I figured you would understand and that’s why I wanted to apologize for getting in the middle of your celebration a few weeks ago. But now, now WE ALL see what this walking puss bag wants and you’re going to give it to him. So you get to be the guy who knocked off the asshole who took away Chris Page. Well then FUCK YOU Hunter, I say no. I say if all Slater wants is your shiny gold belt and that’s what gets him into THIS ring well then I’m afraid I’m just going to have to TAKE IT from you…..
~Andy’s grave look becomes even more stoic.
Andy Page:
I know everyone must be asking WHY? Why Andy sound like the dick that Slater is or even like my own father…the question isn’t why it’s WHEN. When did I give up hate for hope? When did I stop being ashamed and when did I take PRIDE in my last name. It’s simple, watching my father lifeless in a pool of his own blood and MOST OF YOU CHEERING that fact. Now I don’t blame the Universe you’ve ALWAYS got to be SPORTS-ENTERTAINED don’t you? You all were certainly entertained when I beat that PRICE Flash Rotten to a bloody plup to learn my father’s name, you were ALL entertained when MY family fell apart in this ring, YOU ALL we’re entertained when I beat my own father.
So was I, but that night in New York I was ROBBED of righting wrongs and telling Chris…Dad…I was sorry and proud to be HIS son. So… I might’ve sold my soul to the DEVIL himself to try and save my father’s career or at least try and redeem my own, but there’s NO redemption WITHOUT MY revenge and Hunter if you stand in MY WAY….well like my father before me I’ve got nothing holding me back from being the villain in YOUR story before becoming the hero in mine.
~Andy is utterly unflinching, but so is Slater.
The crowd reels from this line, Andy & Slater now sharing their staredown until Hunter lets his voice be heard.
Hunter:
I don’t want to hear either one of you sit here and try to play your hands.
~Hunter’s maddened eyes glare back and forth between both men, stopping on Andy.
Hunter:
You…you came into this company with this ‘clean slate’ ruse…pulled back into the spotlight with that chance of redemption but standing here and listening to you…well congratulations junior you’re sounding just like him, a man who be the same guy that this entire company was built to thwart. And trust ME junior when I say I’ll make sure of it, I’ll make sure a second generation STILL can’t do what the first couldn’t…BEAT ME….title or not.
~Hunter gets closer to Andy, but his eyes do most of his traveling by staring a hole through him.
Hunter:
And then you come right back out here with this ‘redemption’ story after selling your soul to the Devil because you hate yourself. You hate yourself so much, you’ll make a spectacle of it. Why?
~Andy doesn’t seem fazed to even ask the question.
Hunter:
You said it last week – no matter who stand sin your way, you’ll get your revenge and redemption. Sorry to BUST YOUR NUT’s, son but it doesn’t work like that. TRUST ME, from a man who knows ALL too much about revenge and digging two graves instead of just one. Do yourself a favor and just focus on WINNING….(pop)….you’ll find that ALL types of snakes, devils and even brothers come looking for their own redemption story at your expense and brother I AIN’T nobody’s stepping stone so if you get the chance, consider it because your NOT your father. Because if you we’re we would then have a problem.
~This isn’t a term of endearment for this, Hunter instantly snapping from Andy to a startled Slater.
Hunter:
And you…where do I begin with you…?
~Hunter is literally about to snap Slater’s nose off he’s so close despite the security.
Hunter:
Of all the bullshit you’ve pulled for months, this absolutely has to take the cherry. Tristian Slater, a man who has gone so far as to call himself “Glorious” now has the gall to come out here and plead his case as someone the world should be rooting for…?
~The crowd delivers heat, not for Hunter, but for Slater’s ridiculous notion.
Hunter:
I’m supposed to pity you because you’re alone? Am I supposed to clap for you because you’re finally doing something you ACTUALLY have to physically accomplish instead of getting it HANDED to you? You get no sympathy from ANYBODY, you sick son of a bitch.
~Hunter growls this in Slater’s face, the crowd buzzing from the vulgarity, but Hunter pulls back to get a look at both men
Hunter:
You’ve thrown away everything you’ve worked for just so you can keep your glory. And you, you embrace a persona that is ONLY yours because your daddy rolled papers instead of protection. Dare I say you two look like mirror images of each other. You’re both so…desperate.
~Slater & Andy glance at each other quickly before looking back to Hunter.
Hunter:
Maybe I was wrong to ask for this, maybe I looked at both you in the wrong light. But what’s done is done and the FACT of the matter is you BOTH interrupted a career moment for me. The Brawl AFTER WrestleWar’s, the main event, the words from the NEW Champion interrupted by a GLORY hound and the petulant child. Either way I owe ONE of you an ass kicking and ONE of you is going to…..at MASTER’S OF THE MAT!!!!!
MEGA POP
Hunter:
Not only will the 2020 Master of the Mat will be crowned the NEW Number one contender for MY WGWF Championship, but on that same night I’ll be putting MY gold on the line against ONE OF YOU!!! Andy or Tristian…June 22nd you two will face each other in a number one contenders match to face ME!!!!!
MASSIVE POP
Hunter:
So if you two want to see someone who is more than ready to do the impossible…you’re lookin’ at him. Because that’s all I’ve done in the WGWF.
HUGE POP
Hunter:
My goal isn’t to retain…
~Hunter turns to Slater
Hunter:
…nor is my goal to be redeemed…
~Hunter turns to Andy before turning again center
Hunter:
My goal is to be revitalized. That’s what that gold means to me.
Hunter:
So long story short, I’m not concerned with being the “hero”…
~Another look at Slater
Hunter:
…and I’m not concerned with being the “villain”…
~Another look towards Andy
Hunter:
I’m just concerned with being champion.
And a WILD pop from the Fieldhouse for Hunter whose cementing his place if he hasn’t already as a “FIGHTING” Champion, prompting the raucous crowd to break out in a “HUNTER!! HUNTER!!” chant. Even so, Slater & Andy aren’t impressed in the least, both men glaring at Hunter who madly stares right back holding the WGWF CHAMPIONSHIP HIGH ABOVE HIS HEAD.
Commercial Break
Diamond “Welcome BACK to Monday night Brawl and the WGWF Universe is STILL abuzz after that MEASSIVE face off between the WGWF Hunter, Andy Page and Tristian Slater. Where just moments ago it was announced by our own champion that on Monday July 13th at the Master of the Mat event here on TNT we will see Hunter defend the title against either Andy Page or Tristian Slater.”
Baxter “Because the next time we are Brawl here on TNT June 22nd from a SOLD-OUT Little Cesar’s arena in downtown Detroit. We will see a number one contendership match against Tristian Slater and Andy Johnson Page. Where the winner will earn a shot on July 13th against the WGWF Champion.”
Donald Master’s: Ladies and Gentlemen the following if YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!
POP
Donald Master’s: And it is a singles match set for one fall with a sixty minute time limit or TV time remaining and it is a Master of the Mat Quarter finals contest!!!!!! Introducing first, originally from Norwich, now hailing from Las Vegas Nevada…..weighing at 205 pounds, this is CHIRS….DORLLLLLLLINGGGGGGG!!!!!
The opening bars of 'The Day is My Enemy' hits the PA and Dorling slowly appears on stage, glass of red wine in hand. As the song kicks in, red and yellow pyro shoot to the sky either side of the ramp and Dorling walks to the ring, nodding his head in tune with the music.
Diamond “A man simply on a mission to be the VERY best and winning the Master of the Mat certainly would add to that legacy.”
He climbs the ring steps and ducks under the top rope, raising his glass to each side of the ring before removing his waistcoat preparing to start.
Donald Master’s: And introducing his opponent, he weighs in this evening at 235 pounds, hailing from Champaign Illinois… JOHNNNNNN……TOLLLYYYYYY!!!!!!
Cameras return to the stage as “Blind” By Korn blares across the speakers, with the lights almost to a near blackout a few blue, green & white spotlights illuminate the entrance way in a blinking pattern as a wall of smoke is forced up out of the stage & as it falls out runs….JOHN TOLLY…. as he paces back & forth on the entrance way before standing in the middle and looking directly at the ring, right at Dorling. Tolly throws his arms up in the air as a wall of flames shoot off behind him.
Baxter “Despite BOTH of these men’s professional courtesy to the other. Basically, they WOULDN’T allow for any pre-match interviews. You gotta think that Tolly has to be watching his back for Cady at least mentally since their war hasn’t had a proper ending yet. And then there’s Dorling, does he still believe the big bad bogey man Xmyles is STILL after him?”
John removes his shades and long trench coast as he makes a bee line for the inside of the ring. Dorling is now standing upright still leaning against the corner as Tolly slides into the ring as his music begins to fade away the opening bell is rung.
*Ding…Ding*
They don’t keep their distance for very long, as both men immediately step forward and initiate a tight lock-up that sees Tolly jump ahead with a headlock. He pulls Dorling up & over with a headlock takedown, but Dorling quickly gets out of that predicament with some headscissors that forces Tolly to undo his hold.
Diamond “BOTH these men looking to out wrestle the other in tonight’s main event and in what is seemingly becoming a rarity this marks the FIRST meeting between this two.”
The two quickly get to their feet and start from square one, again getting a lock-up. John looks to go for another headlock, but Dorling ducks underneath the attempt this time and looks right back at Tolly with a CHOP(Woooooo!) that stuns Tolly long enough for Dorling to open his chest back up for another CHOP(Wooooo!) that sends John reeling into a corner this time. Dorling then steps over to the corner to possibly continue an onslaught but John whips out of the corner and swaps places with Dorling. Allowing him to hit Dorling with a CHOP(Wooooo!) that echoes through the arena. But he doesn’t reel for long, grabbing Tolly and turning their positions once again, John back in the corner, where Dorling returns the favor with another CHOP(Wooooo!).
Baxter “I’m going to guess this CHOP for CHOP battle is FAR from over.”
Diamond “And that’s why you have the PHD, right professor?”
And the two continue the rotating door of backhand knife edges when Tolly does the same thing, yanking Dorling by the collar and putting him in the corner, nailing yet another CHOP(Wooooo!). The pace of the two quickens now, as their stunt and recovery times seem to shorten, Dorling again spinning Tolly back into the corner to deliver another harrowing CHOP(Wooooo!) Again, the tempo quickens – Tolly CHOPS…Dorling CHOPS…Tolly CHOPS…Dorling CHOPS…they keep it going until the motions resemble less of a revolving door and more of an aspiring tornado. The motion goes so fast after several turns, that John doesn’t even notice when Dorling dips out of the corner mid-sequence, leaving John to chop nothing but air and turning himself into the corner. Dorling then takes Tolly and tries to whip him into the opposite corner, but John reverses the whip and sends Dorling’s back knocking out of the corner so hard, as he ricochets out, John then rebounding behind him, looking for the ONE-HANDED FACEBUSTER…but Dorling takes Tolly’s momentum and whips him across the ropes, and on the rebound, hits John with one last massive CHOP(Wooooo!) that sends Tolly flat and gets a pop from the crowd for that rapid-fire sequence. Tolly springs back up, but he’s clutching is chest from the obvious chop burns he’s endured thus far. As Dorling takes him and tosses him back into the ropes looking for something else, but he gets a kick to the face on the rebound. John follows that up by pounding a fist off the side of Dorling’s face, forcing him to drop. John then drops down quickly and drives a knee into the chest of Dorling. Chris is slow back to his feet where John is waiting with a forearm smash, Dorling replying with a hard shot of his own. This creates some space between the two, Dorling instantly closing it by rushing back towards Tolly, who dodges Dorling by tossing him over the ropes…but Chris grips onto the top rope and lands on the apron! But as soon as he looks up from successfully holding on…TRIANGLE DROPKICK!! Tolly hits the beautiful move and causes Dorling to drop to the floor. The referee takes a moment to look out and see if Dorling is okay as Tolly can be heard shouting “Count Him Out!!!”, Circa gets to it –
“One”
“Two”
Baxter “Like it or NOT, WGWF Universe but Tolly fighting SMARTER and NOT harder demanding that Circa institute a count that would grant him the win and advance into the Semi finals of the 2020 Master of the Mat tournament.”
“Three”
“Four”
Dorling is indeed back on his feet and using the ring apron to possibly get back in this thing, but he’s rudely greeted by a BASEBALL SLIDE…but Dorling dodges it! As Tolly comes sliding aimlessly to the outside, starting the count over, but Dorling takes the momentarily bewildered Tolly and gives him a pair of hard shots to the head before taking it and BOUNCING IT OFF THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!! Dorling then quickly takes Tolly back in his hands and prepares to get him back in the ring, but John has a burst of life…RAMMING DORLING’S SPINE FIRST INTO THE EDGE OF THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!! Dorling collapses into John’s arms as he sends Dorling back into the ring. John himself quickly follows suit, covering Dorling for the first actual cover of the match –ONE…TWO…T-NO!!! Dorling is quick to kick out, but he’s still tending to his back. As Tolly gets Dorling to his feet and snapmares him over his shoulder before dropkicking him in the back of the head! Chris rolls over clutching his cranium, Tolly going for another cover –ONE…TW…-NO!! Dorling gets out of that too, as Dorling then springs on Tolly and CATCHES HIM IN A SMALL PACKAGE –ONE…TWO…THR-NO!!
Diamond “LESS than a millisecond away for Dorling on that exchange.”
A near fall there, but John unwraps the package for both men to get back to their feet quickly, Tolly getting taken down now by an arm drag. He quickly gets back up, only be snapped back up with a second arm drag. And right when both men get back up, it’s Tolly who then surprises Dorling with a running knee to the gut before Chris can get another arm drag in there. This doubles Dorling over, allowing John to grab Dorling by the neck and tights and CHUNK HIM INTO THE STEEL RING POST…NO!! Dorling stops himself by gripping the ropes in the corner before he goes colliding with the unforgiving steel! But just as Dorling can possibly breathe a sigh of relief, Tolly charges back at him in the corner with a hard running reverse elbow! This sandwiches Dorling in the corner and momentarily stuns him long enough for Tolly to take him by the back of the head and looks to chunk Dorling up & over the top rope for perhaps another count-out chance…but Dorling grabs the top rope…AND SKINS THE CAT BACK INSIDE…but Tolly was watching and places himself right underneath Dorling, catching him in a FIREMAN’S CARRY POSITION…what’s Tolly looking for here, Dorling wiggling around…SITOUT FACEBUSTER!! Dorling counters the carry by dropping Tolly down with that Facebuster!! This could really be the opening Dorling needs as he shoots the half and turns Tolly over –ONE…TWO…THR-NO!!! Tolly still has more than enough fight in him, despite the surprise move! Dorling isn’t too flustered, but he lets out perhaps a hidden rage, taking Tolly’s face in his hands and ENDLESSLY POUNDS FISTS OFF OF HIS FACE!!
Baxter “Watch out here, some of that RUTHLESS aggression that Dorling FAILED to unleash on Xmyles back at WrestleWar’s is making an appearance in the Quarter finals of the Master of the Mat.”
Diamond “Dorling better keep that anger in check if he hopes to advance this evening and in fact it appears as though WGWF official Circa is about to step in here.”
Ref Circa has to get on in there and virtually pull Dorling off of his opponent or risk getting disqualified in this quarter final match up, the crowd getting superhot for that furious offense. When Tolly stumbles back to his feet, he looks surprised, only to charge back towards Dorling, who shoves the referee aside out of harm’s way…”DORBREAKER”…NO!! Possibly some Feint Left Footed Chin Music, but either way, John Tolly recognizes the move and immediately ducks and darts out of the ring to the outside, the crowd’s initial pop at the finisher devolving into a swarm of heat. The ref is still getting to her feet from being pushed out of the way by Dorling is helped up by Chris trying to apologize however Dorling turns looking for Tolly who deliver’s….a RUNNING ENZEGUIRI!! Dorling becomes stupefied before collapsing onto the canvas, Tolly rolls Dorling onto his back looking for a cover –ONE….TWO…THRE-NO!!!Dorling just gets the shoulder up!! Tolly shows a slight frustration, but quickly turns it into something that works, getting Dorling’s legs – he wants a double under hook Boston Crab better known to Tolly as the “Lion Tamer”…NO!! Dorling seemingly walks with his shoulder blades while on his back to the ropes, gripping the bottom one before John can get it rolled over. Tolly almost throws Dorling’s feet to the floor, turning back around to the referee to have a civil disagreement with her as Circa tells Tolly that Dorling simply got to the bottom rope in time. While John is telling Circa how to do her job unlike at WrestleWar’s, this brief spat allows Dorling to get back to his feet and chop blocks John’s leg, putting him down. As Tolly grips at his ankle, it’s Dorling’s turn to exact some submission revenge. As Chris then takes Tolly’s bum leg and starts twisting at it…FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!! FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!! Dorling’s own “DOR-LOCK” is synched in and may send him to the Master of the Mat Semi-Finals!!!!! The chop-off earlier didn’t drain the crowd of all their “Woooos”, as they’re back and in large numbers, but John Tolly is screaming in pain, partially drowning them out. As Dorling keeps the hold locked in tight, but now it’s John’s turn to squirm, refusing to tap out.…Tolly keeps squirming…and now its Tolly’s turn to grip to the ropes for dear life, stretching his arm over a bottom rope.
Diamond “John Tolly showing savvy ring awareness on that exchange able to pull himself onto the bottom rope. But given each man’s fan base it’s becoming a quickly a fifty / fifty spilt as to who the WGWF Universe wants to see advance into the Semi-Finals.”
Tolly is breathing hard, possibly more at the prospect of losing his chance at the title than pain, but Dorling is having none of it, dragging Tolly back to his feet and propping him up against the ropes for one more CHOP(Wooooo!) before throwing him into the opposite ropes and catching Tolly on the rebound…BACK BODY DROP!! Dorling is looking to build more of a head of steam now, getting pumped up by this crowd. He waits for Tolly to drag himself back to his feet, then surprises EVERYONE in the WGWF Universe by pulling out…a FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX!! In PerfectPlex fashion, Dorling holds the leg on the bridge –ONE…TWO….THREE-NO!!!! Tolly uncorks the leg and finds a way out! Dorling is a tad agitated that that didn’t end things, reaching over to take John back up. As he does so, Tolly starts fighting back and delivering blows to Dorling’s midsection before shoving him hard back into a ring corner, Dorling hitting it so hard he springs back out, but John is in hot pursuit and rebounds off the ropes behind him…ONE HAND FACEBUSTER! John may have shifted the momentum again there, covering Dorling – ONE…TWO….THREE-NO!!!!
Baxter “Back and forth, rights and lefts and most of all impact after impact and yet neither Tolly or Dorling have an end in sight.”
Diamond “However Brawl does have a quick break in store but keep it on TNT for picture and picture action. You won’t miss a second.”
Commercial Break
(Continued)
Diamond “Welcome back to Monday night Brawl and we’re still in the middle of this Master of the Mat Quarter final match up between Dorling and John Tolly.”
Baxter “And Tolly’s stock is on the rise as he heads to the to rope?”
Back from break we’re seeing Tolly venturing to the top rope, awaiting Dorling to get back to his feet. Chris is seen reaching a hand out to try and get balanced again, finally getting up but he wishes he didn’t…PICTURE PERFECT MISSLE DROP KICK CONNECTS!! Tolly’s diving missile drop kick nails Dorling right in the jaw, with Dorling nearly folding over on his own chin, Tolly goes for another cover on Dorling –ONE….TWO…THRE-NO!!!! Dorling rolls the shoulder! Dorling may be reaching into the tank here, but he has enough left in him to keep it going, rolling to the apron to get time to recover while John looks back at Circa, holding up three fingers, the ref telling him only two. Dorling pulls himself back to his feet using the apron, John taking note and going for a second TRIANGLE DROPKICK…but Dorling moves at the last second, catching Tolly in an awkward position on the second rope. This gives Dorling a chance to reach over the rope and grab John by the head and punch him from above while leaning on his lower body that’s poking out through the ropes towards the apron. After wailing on John for several shots, Dorling pulls on Tolly after getting him in a rear waistlock, tugging him out from his awkward position, slinging him arm over him…BACK DROP FROM THE APRON BACK INTO THE RING!! Dorling throws himself through the middle rope and into a cover–
ONE…
TWO…
THR-NO!!
Tolly throws his legs up, but Dorling catches them and keeps a jackknife cover, Dorling with another cover –
ONE…
TWO…
T-NO!!
Tolly tucks Dorling’s through his legs, catching Dorling in a sunset pin position –
ONE…
TWO…
TH-NO!!
Dorling rocks back, tilts the move, and has John beneath him now –
ONE…
TWO…
NO!!
Tolly rocks it right back, putting him right back in the sunset –
ONE…
TWO…
NO!!
Dorling rocks it right back and puts John on his back, but he adjusts himself to put Tolly back in another jackknife, but unbeknownst to the referee, DORLING PUTS HIS FEET ON THE ROPES for leverage –
ONE…
TWO…
THRE-NO!!
Dorling’s feet slip off the ropes as John manages to roll back out of the move, Dorling appearing desperate to advance to the MOTM semi final. Before Tolly can even move to the referee to protest, Dorling keeps up the upped tempo and rams John with a double leg takedown of his own…fixes up the legs…SHARPSHOOTER!! SHARPSHOOTER!! SHARPSHOOTER!! Tolly starts crawling towards the ropes looking for a way out, but Dorling sits back and locks it in even tighter. Tolly gets closer and closer to the ropes, inching…BUT DORLING PULLS HIM AWAY, he’s got the Sharpshooter locked right in the center of the ring! Chris sits back and keeps the hold in even deeper, Tolly forced to scream in even more pain. John frantically crawls now, going even faster towards the ropes, but he surprisingly doesn’t reach for them when he gets there. Instead, he clutches onto the ring lip and pulls himself all the way under the ropes, going back to the outside, and slipping right through the grasp of the submission hold. The crowd throws a great deal of heat for the most weasel way out of any hold, Tolly now gripping his back and walking back along the outside. Dorling has a ‘just missed it’ look on his face, his gaze stalking Tolly as he walks around on the outside. As Tolly leans up against the guardrail for support, Dorling makes his way to the ropes looking to VAULT....NO…. CRICA STOPS DORLING!!! There’s actual HEAT thrown towards the WGWF lead female official steps in between Dorling & Tolly telling him “TO WAIT”. The HEAT via this crowd continues as Circa leaves the ring checking on Tolly on the outside.
Diamond “Obviously emotions are running high in this evenings main event with Dorling just a few seconds away from perhaps a submission victory with how tight that Sharpshooter was locked in and….”
Baxter “AND DOLRING THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND….TOP ROPE SPLASH TO TOLLY….AND CIRCA?!!!!”
Cameras catch Dorling ignoring the officials orders as he hits VAULTING PLANCHA OVER THE TOP ROPE & ONTO TOLLY….&…CIRCA!!!…THE OFFICAL WAS TOO CLOSE AS SHE GETS PULLED INTO THE ACTION ALONSGIDE TOLLY AS ALL THREE GO DOWN!!
“YOU F@#KED UP” *clapclapclap* “YOU F@#KED UP”
The crowd is still buzzing at the developments that have just transpired, both Tolly & Dorling have groggily gotten to their feet. However, BOTH men stare at the body of the official who lies lifeless on the floor next to them, each shows little concern as Dorling hits Tolly with a hard shot to the head and Tolly responds in kind with a shot of his own. The two now trading closes fists on the outside before Dorling ducks under Tolly and slams his chin off the edge of the ring apron before sliding him back into the ring. Following in behind him before trying to whip him into the ropes, but Tolly reverses it and whips Dorling instead. Chris then comes flying right back with the FLYING FOREARM…and both men are down again! Both men are down, the referee is dead on the outside, so there’s no one to execute a KO count...DORLING KIPS UP!! He gets the crowd fired up once more, getting pumped up himself. As Tolly groggily gets back to his feet and immediately charges right back at Dorling…DOUBLE A SPINEBUSTER!! Chris pulls that move out of his hat and plants Tolly back down onto the canvas, more fired up than ever! He ventures to the top rope now, taking a few seconds to get there while tending to his back. Dorling leaps looking for the ELBOW DROP…CHAMPAIGN DREAM!! CHAMPAIGN DREAM!! THE FREE FOLLOWING DDT OUT OF NOWHERE TO AN AIRBORNE CHRIS DORLING!!
“THAT WAS AWESOME” “HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT” “THAT WAS AWESOME”
Those chants continue to echo around the Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse as cameras gets an overhead shot of both Tolly & Dorling each man spread egal on their backs in the center of the ring. No movement from either man until Tolly’s eyes spring to life almost as if a fog of madness lifted. As he scrambles to turn himself over and drape a heavy arm over the lifeless body of Dorling for the cover to send him to MOTM Semi Finals-……..
“ONE”
“TWO”
“THREE”
“FOUR”
“FIVE”
“SIX”
Baxter “WITHOUT a referee Cleveland could have counted to a MILLION and it would have made no difference and I think Tolly realises that too.”
Diamond “My only question is…..WHY HASN’T ANYONE GOT OFF THEIR BUTTS AND SEND A SECOND OFFICAL?”
The only count heard is that of the WGWF Universe in Cleveland as cameras catch the still laid out WGWF Referee Circa still on the outside. Meaning Tolly’s amazing DDT from outta mid air is meaningless as is the count via the crowd. Pounding the canvas in frustration, Tolly crawls on his hands and knees throwing his midsection through the middle rope and SCREAMING at the official to “WAKE UP” but Circa is out cold with Tolly almost tearing out his golden locks until a sickening…..SMACK…echoes throughout the arena!!!!!
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Diamond “No….No…DEAR GOD…NO!!!!!”
Baxter “BRIAN CADY IS BACK…..to settle the WrestleWar’s score against John Tolly.”
BRIAN CADY SMASHES A CHAIR OFF OF JOHN TOLLY’S EXPOSED SPINE!! The crowd throws tremendous heat, but the thug-like Cady doesn’t let up, and SMASHES THE CHAIR OFF TOLLY’S SPINE AGAIN!! AND AGAIN!!
Baxter “The sheer unadulterated brutality on display via Cady is something of a signature of his.”
Diamond “Would somebody….ANYBODY….GET DOWN HERE AND….…IT’S LOGAN!! LOGAN HAS ARRIVED!!”
He rushes down the ramp and immediately jumps to the apron, and he springboards off the top rope and DRIVES THROUGH CADY’S FACE WITH THE FLYING KNEE!! Brian drops the chair and drops to the canvas, the crowd now going berserk!!! Logan then kicks Cady hard in the gut, doubling him over as a MEGA POP erupts as Logan reaches down and pulls up the steel chair. It’s Logan’s turn to wield the weapon and he doesn’t waste any time, swinging and BASHING CADY OVER THE BACK!!
Diamond “That’s it….GIVE IT TO THAT NO GOOD SON OF A BITCH!!!”
Cady collapses his body wrapped in pain, being forced onto all fours. But Logan doesn’t let up, taking the chair up again…AND SMASHING IT OVER CADY’S SPINE ONCE AGAIN!! Brian’s face is nearly inhuman, Logan looks to maybe drop the chair, but he turns around to see Tolly trying to get to his feet…with chair still in hand Logan SMASHES it off Cady’s back once again. Before turning over and HELPING Tolly back to his feet telling him “HOLD THAT BASTARD” pointing at Cady.
Baxter “A cross over perhaps? Cady paying for the sins of BOTH the men he’s wronged recently.”
Diamond “It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.”
Tolly nods his head as he picks up what’s left of Cady SMASHING him in the face with a HEADBUTT via Tolly before turning him around towards Logan who raises the chair high in the air and SMASHES IT DOWN…. CADY SLITHERS OUT OF TOLLY’S GRASP……. only to CRACK A (protected) CHAIR SHOT TO TOLLY’S HEAD INSTEAD!!!
“YOU F@#KED UP” *clapclapclap* “YOU F@#KED UP”
“YOU F@#KED UP” *clapclapclap* “YOU F@#KED UP”
“YOU F@#KED UP” *clapclapclap* “YOU F@#KED UP”
Obviously, a mistake was made as Tolly crumbles to the canvas as Logan shaking his head in disbelief watches as Cady rushes back into the crowd with Logan chasing after him chair still in hand. Cameras catch Circa once again sliding back into the ring where both Tolly & Dorling are down and maybe out. Checking on both men Circa has no choice but to begin a double count out-
“One”
“Two”
“Three”
Baxter “Like Logan/Frazier before them if this ends in a double count out than Velvet’s “FAITH” would carry her all the way into the finals.”
Diamond “From bad to GOD AWFUL…wait..wait…there’s movement from BOTH men.”
Baxter “But NOBODY’S on their feet just yet.”
“Four”
“FIVE”
“SIX”
“SEVE…”
Circa’s count stops mid sentence as a still out of it Tolly on spaghetti legs has made it back to a “standing” base while Dorling for his part has found himself with enough life to sit up in the corner. Tolly spotting he STILL despite everything that has happen still has the upper hand throws himself into the corner and begins STOMPING A MUDHOLE DRY ON CHRIS DORLING!!!!!! There’s a MIXED response as Dorling looks helpless to block the never-ending boots to the ribs & skull of the rising star in the WGWF. Tolly is heard mumbling….
“This is OVER, it’s NOT your fault but you’re in the WRONG PLACE during MY RIGHT TIME CHIRS…I’M THE NEXT MASTER OF THE MAT….DO YOU HEAR ME…CADY?!!!”
Baxter "He knows he's talking to Dorling NOT Cady, right?"
One FINAL stomp for good measure has Tolly catching his break with Circa demanding “THEY GET OUT OF THE CORNER”. Tolly complies as he pulls Dorling back up on his feet but as Tolly steps back the lifeless Dorling simply falls forward basically leaning on Tolly for support, grinning Tolly takes this time to SLAP Dorling across the face before pushing him back into the corner. However DORLING EXPLODES OUT OF THE CORNER WITH- “DORBREAKER!!!” THE LEFT FOOTED SUPERKICK FROM OUTTA NOWHERE!!!!! TOLLY GOES DOWN!!
Diamond “GOOD GOLD ALMIGHTY…..Dorling just KICKED Tolly TEETH down his own throat with that MEGA SUPERKICK!!!!!”
Baxter “But will it be ENOUGH to advance to the SEMI’S?”
John Tolly drops like a stone backwards, Circa with eyes wide in surprise. The crowd POPS like crazy as Dorling relies on gravity to push him on top of Tolly, desperately gripping a leg –
……
ONE
…..
………….
TWO
…..
………..
………………..THREE!!!
*DING…..DING*
Donald Master’s: The WINNER (pop), of the match as a result of a pin fall and advancing to the SEMI-FINALS of the MASTER of the MAT…. DORLINGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!
Diamond “My WORD what an absolute CLASSIC, despite that BASTARD Brian Cady’s interference. Both John Tolly and the victory Chris Dorling just touch this house down and built it back up with an AMAZING quarter final contest.”
The Cleveland crowd are on their feet as Circa raises the hands of Dorling who is barely standing much to the pleasure of this SOLD-OUT crowd this evening. For his part Tolly sits on the edge of the ring apron, his head hung down in shame & slamming the canvas in fustigation.
Diamond “Dorling now joins the FINAL FOUR contenders left in the Master of the Mat 2020.”
Baxter “And after tonight you’ve got to think the reverberations of the quarter finals will be felt THROUGHOUT the roster from Brian Cady’s twisted romp with both Tolly and Logan. To what the future holds for men like Tax and his condition after that assault by Raziel and Fire’s eye injury.”
Tolly whips his hair back as he gets off the apron heading back up towards the entrance way, meanwhile Dorling back to a better footing has found himself on the middle turnbuckle and looking out to the WGWF Universe who continue to cheer his win this evening.
Diamond “Dorling will now square off against Velvet in our second semi-final while our first will feature Roderick Frazier battling the BEAST John Cable. Both those matches will headline our next Brawl on June 22nd from Detroit along with a MASSIVE number one contenders match for the WGWF Championship where Andy Johnson Page will face Tristian Slater for the right to face HUNTER at the Master of the Mat.”
Baxter “Along on Brawl Talk the MUST WIN match of the White Rabbit verses Ryan Dusk in order for Alyce and her Wonderland Warriors to have a chance at the Trinity Tag Titles.”
Diamond “We are well on our way to the HOTTEST SUMMER WGWF and Monday night Brawl history. Please join us here on TNT for the next Monday night Brawl June 22nd, good night.”
Brawl fades to black with the image of Dorling continuing to celebrate his win.