9-26-2022 Monday Night Brawl - Welcome Home
Sept 26, 2022 22:15:15 GMT -5
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WGWF Presents:
Monday Night Brawl: Relaunch
9.26.22
CCPE Arena @ The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas
Capacity: 15,000
Tickets Sold: 15,000
Monday Night Brawl: Relaunch
9.26.22
CCPE Arena @ The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas
Capacity: 15,000
Tickets Sold: 15,000
Opening Segment:
We take the air live on the SPLAT Network with the Splat logo appearing on the bottom right-hand portion of the screen to a SOLD OUT CCPE Arena at The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas to 15,000 strong. A massive WGWF! WGWF! WGWF! WGWF! WGWF! Chant echos throughout the arena for the first ten seconds of airtime before…
The crowd inside the CCPE Arena comes to a huge ovation that nearly reverberates the newly opened arena. Attention turns to the top of the ramp where we see walking out through the curtain is the owner of the WGWF, the legend, the icon, the man…
“CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE.
Chris stands at the ramp's top soaking in the crowd's ovation. He nods his head in approval and then starts to make the walk down the entry ramp toward the ring. The crowd inside CCPE arena sing-a-long to “Judas”, many bow down out of a show of respect as he passes by them.
Chris reaches the ringside area, he climbs up on the apron and then steps through the ropes to enter the ring. Chris doesn’t waste a lot of time as he walks across the squared circle calling for a microphone. The music starts to fade away leaving the crowd to erupt into a massive chant of “CCP! CCP! CCP!” starts echoing throughout the arena.
Chris lets the chant continue for several more seconds until he raises the microphone.
CHRIS PAGE: Welcome to the WGWF!
The crowd explodes with a thunderous ovation from the sold-out crowd. Chris allows the roar to evolve into a “WGWF! WGWF! WGWF!” chant from the crowd directed toward the ring. Chris Page raises the microphone up as he speaks over the crowd.
CHRIS PAGE: WE.ARE.BACK!
The chant breaks back out into a massively loud roar before breaking down into a “WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!” chant. Chris nods his head in approval as he raises his microphone back up to his lips he then states.
CHRIS PAGE: I wanted to take a few minutes tonight to let you know what you can expect out of this re-launch because this isn’t about Chris Page and is totally about the men and women behind that curtain that have elected to take a journey with me as we breathe fresh life into the lungs of a company that I’ve poured my heart and soul into for the better part of a decade of my professional career. This place, this ring, this arena has been born and bred for success, and I’ll be a son of a bitch if we aren’t about to ride harder and faster than ever before.
Chris takes a moment to gather himself before he continues on.
CHRIS PAGE: After tonight, unless shit hits the fan, you won’t see me taking up television time within my own product. I’ve had my time, I’ve had my fun but tonight we usher in a new era for this adventure we’re all about to take.
Chris directs his attention toward an empty announcer's desk at ringside.
CHRIS PAGE: You see that table is empty and part of the reason is that one of the men that will be occupying it is competing in a one-night-only Main Event attraction; Centurion.
The crowd roars loudly at the mention of the former General Manager of Monday Night Brawl.
CHRIS PAGE: With Centurion competing tonight, I’ll be taking his seat for this relaunch of the WGWF; but before I do that let me go ahead to introduce to you a man that truly needs no introduction. He’s a man I’ve partnered with to put this together for everyone, and he happens to be the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl… He is JAMES RAVEN!
There’s a deafening cheer inside the arena as the familiar opening riffs of Linkin Parks “Bleed it Out” blares out over the sound system, and the WGWF Hall of Famer steps out to the stage with a wide smile on his face. His suit coat is unbuttoned over a white shirt and blue tie, a tightly maintained stubble sweeping across his jawline as he waves to some of the fans in the front row and makes his way down the ramp towards the ring with a microphone in one hand and the WGWF Television title in the other.
He climbs the ring steps and carefully steps through the ropes to join Chris Page, smiling as he fist bumps his business partner and soaks in the loud applause from the Vegas audience. Finally he lifts the microphone to his lips, and begins to speak.
JAMES RAVEN: Ladies and gentlemen, I won’t take up too much more of your time. I’m as eager as the rest of you are to get to the action, and I’ve literally been chomping at the bit for months to see what this roster has in store for all of you… and all of the fans viewing on the SPLAT! Network at home…
The fans cheer loudly.
JAMES RAVEN: You don’t need to hear me rattle on about what company was like a decade ago, or all of the things that I accomplished here. I’m not competing. You don’t need me out here to hype you all up any further than you already are, do you?
The crowd cheers even louder, ready for the first match, but they quiet as he slowly lifts the WGWF Television title.
JAMES RAVEN: I’m sure some of you WOULD like to hear just why I brought this little piece of history out here with me though...
Silence falls over the crowd, a stark contrast to the deafening cheers a few seconds ago. James smiles and lowers the belt back to his side.
JAMES RAVEN: Some of the biggest names in this companies history held this belt, and it launched careers for some of the most promising young prospects of the time. When I sat down with Chris, and we talked about how to go about finding our champions… I told him “you build from a foundation, from the ground up”. Sure, you can throw thirty people people into a ring and crown a World Champion on the first night… but I’ve seen as well as anybody the downfalls a company faces when they go that route.
He shakes his head.
JAMES RAVEN: No. There’s no golden ticket to the top, kids. There’s no getting lucky and just surviving your way to a title that you might drop as soon as one of the big dogs gets you cornered in a one on one match, and nobody is getting a leg up on anybody else. You’re all going to have to earn your way to a World title, to rise above the rest and make it undeniable that when we’re ready to award that shot you’re the only logical choice… and this…
He holds up the Television title once more.
JAMES RAVEN: Let’s call it an appetizer. Something for some of you to set your sights on more immediately, if you’re into the sprint and not the marathon. How do you win it? The same way. There’s no rumble, no bracket, no “management favorite” that gets the first shot because he’s an old friend… each and every one of you in the back has an even shot… just impress me. Tell me why you deserve it. Show me how badly you want it. Make. Yourself. Undeniable.
The crowd cheers loudly.
JAMES RAVEN: I’ll have a close eye on that four way later, but for now I think it’s time we kick things off. Ladies and gentleman, please give a warm welcome to the color commentator for the WGWF-
“And your best friend!”
A voice echoes over the PA system from backstage, and James sighs and shakes his head.
JAMES RAVEN: … and my best friend… Tyler Cage!
The fans roar as Tyler Cage bursts through the curtain in a “CATCH ME IN THE BADDIES SECTION” tee shirt and stunner shades. With a microphone in his own hand he bounces up and down on the stage excitedly.
TYLER CAGE: Welcome… TO MOOOONDAY NIGHT BRAAAAWWLLLLLLL!
The crowd leaps to their feet, screaming along with his infectious energy.
TYLER CAGE: Please welcome to the ring for your opening match, from Detroit Michigan! He is the Slayer! BAAAAAM MILLLLERRRRRR!
No One Will Survive plays over the speakers and Bam Miller rides out on stage on his Midnight Black Harley Davidson, he revs up the engine and then begins to ride down the ramp and parks at the end. He gets off slowly and jugs a Miller Lite beer and then tosses it into the crowd. He argues with some fans and then walks up the steel steps but before stepping into the ring he reveals his signature weapon The Brick out of his black leather jacket and raise the brick in the air for the people to see, with a smirk replaces it down by the steps and gets inside the ring and runs up to the top turnbuckle as he beats on his chest and uses vulgar language towards the fans. After that he gets down and goes over in his corner and waits for the match to begin.
TYLER CAGE: And his opponent! From Oil City! P! A! Pennsylvania, stand up! He is The Beast… the WGWF O.G…. JONATHAAAAAAN CAAAAAABLE!
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cables makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get stretch out.
Tyler Cage drops his mic on the stage and sprints down the ramp to the commentary desk and practically dives into his chair beside Chris Page. Chris chuckles.
CHRIS PAGE: Not bad, kid.
In the ring, the referee checks in with Bam and Cable for a few last second instructions, and as the entire crowd of 15000 stands and roars he calls for the opening bell!
Match 1:
Singles Match
JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE
versus
BAM MILLER
TYLER CAGE: There’s the bell! We official now, fam!
CHRIS PAGE: That’s right, Tyler. The ship has left the harbour, and the first card of the WGWF relaunch is officially underway!
Bam Miller takes a few slow steps out of his corner, but John Cable isn’t nearly as tentative and stomps to the middle of the canvas demanding that Bam meet him there. The crowd roars its approval, and never one to back down from a fight Bam lunges at Cable and ties up with him in the centre of the mat. Cable puts his power on display, driving Bam Miller backwards and into the ropes with relative ease. Bam drives an elbow into Cables temple, stunning him just long enough for Bam to squirm out of his grasp and slip around him and back to safety. Cable spins around, and now it’s Bam Miller standing in the middle of the ring demanding that John Cable come to him! The fans eat it up and cheer wildly as John Cable sneers at Bam, then grins.
TYLER CAGE: I’m not sure I’ve ever seen someone smile with that much malicious intent.
CHRIS PAGE: Yeah. Meet “The Beast”.
John Cable steps towards Bam Miller and is immediately lit up with a chop across the chest! Bam grins back at Cable and opens up his shoulders and goads John to chop him back. Cable rears back and then pounces forward with a vicious clothesline that turns Bam Miller inside out and sends him head over heels! The fans groan loudly as Bam lands awkwardly on the canvas and Cable drops slowly to his knees, flattening Bam out as calmly as he would laying a bed sheet and making the cover!
ONE!
TW-
Bam gets a shoulder up, breaking the count as Cable stands and drags Miller up to his feet. Cable shoots Bam off the ropes, catching him on the rebound and tossing him with a back body drop! Bam hits the mat hard again and tries to roll over to the ropes, but Cable is on him before he can escape and drags him up to a vertical base. Cable wraps his arms around Bams waist… belly to belly suplex! Miller skids across the canvas, stopping in a heap in the corner.
TYLER CAGE: This has really taken a turn for Bam since he dared The Beast to chop him.
CHRIS PAGE: It was a miscalculation. You’ll never catch me just LETTING John Cable hit me.
Feeling the momentum swelling in his favor, Cable makes his way over to Bam. He bends over the top of Miller, but then suddenly Cable collapses to the mat writhing in pain and clutching at his face! Bam Miller rolls underneath the bottom rope to the floor, grabbing one of John Cables legs and pulling it out to line the knee up with the steel ring post. Without hesitation Bam winds the leg up and then viciously throws it off the post! A sickening thud can be heard through the Velvet Rabbit arena, and John Cable screams wildly as he keeps one hand over his eyes but uses the other to pull his injured leg back into the ring and curl up in a near fetal position.
TYLER CAGE: What the hell was that?
CHRIS PAGE: I think Bam thumbed him in the eye in the corner, and the ref couldn’t see it.
Bam quickly slides back into the ring and stands over Cable, grabbing the injured leg and holding it straight before driving his boot into the back of the knee repeatedly. Bam drops to the canvas, still clutching at Cable's ankle and turning him into a heel hook! The crowd roars and stands in unison as Bam Miller works hard to submit The Beast! John Cable desperately army crawls across the mat towards the ropes, straining and reaching and finally grabbing hold of the bottom one. The referee calls for Bam to release the submission and Bam quickly rolls Cable over onto his back and looks for the cover!
ONE!
TW-
Cable is able to get a shoulder up off of the canvas, and powerfully shoves Bam off of the top of him and sends him rolling across the ring. John Cable tries to stand, but his knee immediately buckles and he nearly collapses completely back to the mat.
TYLER CAGE: Ouch. That doesn’t look good for Cable, he can barely move!
Bam Miller smells blood in the water and wastes no time, popping back to his feet and charging at the clearly hurting John Cable who’s still trying to force his way back up. Bam Miller shoves Cable’s head down, doubling him over and trying to hook his arms for the “Fuck You” double armed DDT! Cable struggles furiously and is able to free himself from Bam’s grasp, then hits a powerful uppercut from one knee that stuns Bam and leaves him standing dazed in the center of the ring. With a loud grunt of pain and determination Cable is able to stand, take a step backwards, and fall into the ropes sling-shotting himself at his opponent! Cable ducks down and spears Bam Miller in the midsection, nearly breaking him in half!
CHRIS PAGE: OHHHH… MY… LORD…
TYLER CAGE: Miller and Cable are both down, but Bam isn’t moving at all! He looks like he got hit by a truck!
CHRIS PAGE: He got hit by The Beast. That’s even worse.
Bam lays motionless as John Cable rolls over slowly and crawls to the corner, using the ropes and ring post to drag himself back up to his feet. He stretches his knee out, bending and straightening his leg as he eyes Bam laying on the canvas. Cable screams at him:
“GET UP!”
Bam doesn’t move.
“GET UUUUP!”
Bam lays motionless.
Huffing and snarling, Cable leaves the corner and makes his way across the ring with a noticeable limp. The crowd swells loudly as he reaches Bam and bends over slowly to lift him, but Bam suddenly springs to life and delivers three quick but powerful kicks to Cables knee and grabs hold of his waistband! He rolls up Cable, spinning on top of him and driving his own feet into the mat to try and maintain leverage and push The Beast down!
The referee slides into position!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Cable musters the strength to kick out, but Bam stays right on top of him and hammers him with some powerful ground and pound! He peppers John Cable with hooks and hammer fists, then immediately tries another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
CHRIS PAGE: John Cable kicks out again!
Bam stands up, circling down to Cables feet and stomping the injured knee viciously.
TYLER CAGE: Man, Bam has really locked on to that leg. Cable is going to feel that knee tomorrow…
CHRIS PAGE: He’s been feeling that knee every morning for at least fifteen years.
Bam leans over in the downed Beasts face, mocking him as he screams loudly:
“GET UP, JOHN! GET UUUUP!”
Eager to put the WGWF original away for good, Bam grabs John Cable by the neck and aggressively begins to drag him up to his feet. Cable slumps against Bam Miller’s body, and Bam grins arrogantly as he looks out at the roaring crowd and savors the moment. Suddenly John Cable bearhugs him and Bam’s eyes widen in terror as John Cable shifts and rolls Bam up onto his shoulders and into a torture rack!
John Cable grunts and snarls and roars in pain as Bam squirms and wriggle to free himself, and The Beast forces his way up to his feet! His knee quivers and shakes, but he manages to take a step towards the middle of the ring with Miller secured!
TYLER CAGE: He’s looking for the Darkest Hour!
Cables knee gives out under the weight, and Cable drops Bam Miller to the mat and collapses to all fours! The crowd groans loudly, but Bam senses his moment and pounces on Cable, looking to set him up for the “FUCK YOU!” stunner… but Cable blocks the initial kick, and drives his injured knee up and into the midsection of Bam Miller! You can practically hear the gust of wind forced out of Bams lungs as he doubles over.
CHRIS PAGE: Waking Nightmare! John Cable hits the pedigree!
TYLER CAGE: What a counter! He drops an arm over Bam Miller!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL:
JONATHAN CABLE
JONATHAN CABLE
Cable reach his feet with his arm being raised in the air. The Beast gazes into the lens of the camera holding up one finger as he mouths the words.
“ONE DOWN.”
John exits the ring, still limping noticeably as he makes his way back up the ramp.
Sonya Benson and Johnny Hitmaker WGWF Introduction
“I’m The Slime '' by Frank Zappa (22 seconds in) begins to play. The Man With Two Brains and a Million Aliases sidesteps from beyond the curtains, smirking and waggling his head in a cocky manner as he saunters down towards the ring. The pop for his debut was immediately drowned out by a chorus of boos. Johnny looks around, confused at the reaction he’s received thus far. He shakes his head and continues to make his way to ringside. Once there, he scans the audience once more for some semblance of reason, and when he finds none, he rests his hands on his hips, looking like how a disappointed parent would at a disobedient child. He stomps his way up the ringsteps, enters, SNATCHES the mic from Ring Announcer, and proceeds to speak.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: Let… me make… ONE THING-
The Fans: PERFECTLY CLEAR!!!
Johnny remains agape, sighs directly into the mic, then continues.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: The World’s Greatest Wrestling Federation can FINALLY live up to its name, because The Ideas Man of Professional Wrestling… is here!!
The fans boo some more. He looks on at them with great annoyance.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: Eeeeeverywhere I go, huh? Well that’s all right! That’s okay! Because tonight isn’t about me. No no, really, it’s not, ladies and gentlemen! I-I mean, it IS about Hitmaker-Yamazaki Enterprises, so in a SENSE it’s about me, but-
The fans boo until he gets to the point.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: All right, all right, all right, settle down! TONIGHT… tonight… is in fact ALL about my NEWEST client, a woman who all eyes have been on ever since she made her presence known in this sport.
The fans groan; they already are aware of what’s to follow.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: But FIRST-
The fans boo. Johnny whips off his shades and gives the audience a warning glare.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: I see that there’s some commentators of note, RIGHT HERE, in the WGWF!
Cheat heat! Johnny looks confused.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: Aaaaanyway, it looks like we’ve got - who’s that? One of the Bing Bongs?
He asks as he points at Tyler, much to the vexation of all in attendance. Johnny, however, chuckles right into the mic.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: No? Okay, my mistake, I’m sorry, I'm sure! But then who’s his partner? Isn’t that-
He squints as he looks at Chris.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: Isn’t that, uhhh… Ahhhh!
He smiles and wags a finger at Chris.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: No, I know who THIS guy is for sure!
He briefly rests his hands on his hips before bringing the mic back up to his lips.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: It’s Vinnie Lane, of course! We work with him in the XWF’s Monday Night Madness brand!
The fans boo even louder. Page rises to his feet, but Tyler is trying to convince him that it’s not worth it.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: Wrong again?! Well! There’s a first time for everything! What IS right, however, is my decision-making skills, and the woman I’m about to present to you all here today on the debut episode of Monday Night Fight-
Again, a chorus of boos! Johnny shakes his head.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: A talent the likes you’ve never seen before! A woman who knows what she wants and knows how to get it! Born with a silver spoon in her mouth! Apt then that she sought The Johnny out; I was born with a silver TONGUE, so not too far off! And besides all that, well, you’ve already heard the pitch last month, but to dumb it down for you Johnnaysayers out there-
More boos!
JOHNNY HITMAKER: My newest client suffers from a CURSE. Yes, you heard that right: a CURSE! You see, she hates hates HATES professional wrestling-
Yet more boos! Johnny raises a finger to his lips to shush the crowd.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: You people sure do want this whole fiasco to last the entirety of this show, DON’T you? ANYWAY, seeing as I love love LOVE money- er, a CHALLENGE, I figured, why the Hell not? She needs to win 25 matches to regain her vast inheritance, I have the goods to GET her to that point, I become filthy rich, YOU all never have to see her again; it’s win-win… WIN, as far as I’M concerned, and you people STILL feel the need to boo me?!
They do indeed!
JOHNNY HITMAKER: Yeah, well, that’s simply because you don’t know what’s GOOD for you! I DO, hence why I’m here to make EVERYONE happy! So it’d be NICE if you HUMANOIDS could show me an ATOM of respect!
But they don’t. He rolls his eyes at their irrationality.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: You people are INGRATES! But my client is far, FAR from an ingrate! She started out needing 25 wins, she’s down to 17 now, and with a limited, EXTREMELY limited repertoire! But what she lacks in wrestling skill, she MORE than makes up for in intelligence and cunning. Eight wins! Without a LICK of wrestling ability, she’s managed EIGHT WINS! Who ELSE do you know is capable of that without training?! Oh wait!
He points right at Chris. Chris does not take kindly to that.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: And now I present to you the Virtuous Villainess, the woman among girls, the queen among women, the goddess among queens, the titan among goddesses…. SONYA BENSON!
He gestures to the entrance ramp with great showmanship. Before her music can even start, the cacophony of boos hit hard like a verbal sledgehammer smash.
“Shatter Me” by Lindsey Stirling cranks up but the jeers nearly drown it out. A moment later the woman of the hour emerges from behind the velvet curtain flanked by Norris and Smith.
Random hirelings join her and unfurl the sacred XWF ring mat she and her entourage stole from the XWF Hall of Fame building after desecrating it ten months ago. If the heat she was getting a moment ago wasn’t enough, the wave of hate washes over her like a tsunami now. She takes it in, a sneer at her lips. Yes, the classic Benson bitch-face forms.
After a moment of hate gazing at the fans, she disrespectfully wipes her feet on the prestigious ring mat and commences her trek to the ring, the hirelings scooping up the ring mat as she goes. On this special occasion she’s dressed even more stunningly - this time in legendary designer clothes and a hairstyle done up royalty style.
TYLER CAGE: Wow. Just wow. I don’t know what to say. How can a woman so hot be so cold?
CHRIS PAGE: Despite her disrespect toward me, my wife, and WGWF on Twitter I’m not gonna drag her through the mud. Her dad wanted her here and I obliged. Make no mistake, people, this woman is dangerous. She’s used cunning and her money to buy opponents off. She took 2nd place in Project Honor’s battle royal extravaganza, only losing because she eliminated herself when she saw Chris “Havoc” Sabertooth in demon mode staring across from her. How did she last that long in the battle royal? She used trickery to have people eliminate themselves, and she paid off an entire stable to attack the participants. And we found out a few days ago she's secured Duncan Shepard as her personal wrestling trainer. If anyone can turn her into a formidable opponent in the ring, it's him.
TYLER CAGE: She’s also beaten highly decorated wrestlers, third generation talent, and the like. Not once did she do it the honorable way, but I guess to be fair she had to do what she had to do, right?
CHRIS PAGE: Don’t justify her. Let’s be the better people here and let her have her little moment. With any luck a fan will indeed walk out with one million dollars according to her raffle remarks on Twitter.
Once inside the ring Norris opens up the oversized umbrella and begins shielding her from drinks, trash, and food being hurled at her. Hitmaker hands her the mic and does a bow. She curtseys at him and delicately holds the magic talking stick to her lips.
SONYA BENSON: (has to yell to be heard over the booing) It seems those in attendance here know who I am, but for those watching at home on television, allow me to introduce myself.
Dear god the noise level rockets, but she carries on.
SONYA BENSON: I’m Sonya Benson, daughter of the cruelest daddy in the world, Randall Benson. I know you know who my dad is. He became wrathful against me when I led a crusade against professional wrestling after it killed my 15 year old brother, Benjamin! During that crusade I closed down hundreds of wrestling promotions in the U.S. and I am damn proud of it. This sport poisoned the mind of my brother like it does so many youth who later become barbaric, mindless wrestlers in this god awful genre of combat. Because of my crusade thousands of wrestlers lost their dream but in return they became productive members of society. There’s no telling how many teen boys and girls I saved also. My crusade backfired eventually and now I’m being punished by my dad; he’s forcing me against my will to be the very thing I despise: a professional wrestler.
She steps to the hard camera, getting personal with the viewing audience at home.
SONYA BENSON: The bastard didn’t even give me time to find a trainer to get properly prepared. I’ve spent the last year being thrown into battles without a sword and shield to swing. I’ve been forced to survive on my cunning and money, with sparse help from the few willing to train me. In case you clay brained twits in TV land don’t get it yet - I’m the real hero of this story! I’m not the villain! But if you want to treat me as such, well then, I’ll be as bad as I need to be.
She backs away and eyes the crowd.
SONYA BENSON: But I digress. I promised to give away one million dollars to one of you, so let’s get this over with because I can smell the rotten crotch from the Velvet Rabbit all the way in here. It is raffle time! One of you vapid brained fans is gonna walk out with a cool million in your pocket courtesy of Hitmaker-Yamazaki Enterprises. You’re welcome.
She motions and a hireling slides a lottery ball into the ring. Hitmaker cranks the handle for an obnoxiously long time before opening the door and handing the ticket stub to Sonya.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: If you all could turn it down to a respectable 2, that’d be much appreciated. Right now you’re at an 11; Ms. B REQUIRES you to be lower!
And sure enough, the fans continue to boo, perhaps even a little louder than before! But when it’s apparent that nobody’s leaving the ring any time soon, the noise dies down out of necessity.
SONYA BENSON: And the winner is…. Ticket # A0608…. Belonging toooooo…. A Ms. Norma McDevitt. NORMA.. COME ON DOWN!!!!
The cameras pan over the cheering masses who are also all looking around. Finally the winner is seen in the upper section. It’s a woman in her 30’s and she’s literally shaking and crying tears of joy as the event crew collects her as well as her ten year old son and escorts them into the ring. The lucky duo are greeted with warm welcomes by Sonya and her entourage before Sonya holds command of the mic again.
SONYA BENSON: Norma, what’s the kiddo’s name?
The woman mouths a trembling lipped “Eddie”.
SONYA BENSON: Eddie? Good name. Strong name. Well, Eddie, buckaroo (ruffles his hair with her hand) your mom just made your life easy! Norris..
She nods and the portly manager retrieves a crisp check for one million dollars. A real check. Not one of those gigantic advert checks. She takes a pen and makes sure the camera sees her write Norma’s name on the check! From there Sonya extends the check to her. As Norma reaches for it, Sonya suddenly pulls it back, snaps her fingers once and tongue clicks.
SONYA BENSON: Ah, fooie! I forgot to mention the raffle was for a *chance* to win one million dollars. It wasn’t a freebie. Nothing is free after all.
The boos roll in hot and heavy. Johnny wags his finger and shakes his head.
SONYA BENSON: Don’t worry, it’ll be easy. Just a simple challenge. Crewmen….
A hireling throws a basketball into the ring.
SONYA BENSON: Norma, all you must do is dribble this basketball 15 times, or hey you can actually have Eddie do it if you’d like.
Eddie is adamant so Norma nods to him. Norris hands the ball to the kiddo and Sonya regales..
SONYA BENSON: Come on Vegas! Give him some love and support! One million dollars on the line!
They do give him a rousing ovation as he begins to bounce the ball. The fans count along louder and louder…
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
TYLER CAGE: NINE! Oh he’s got this! Easy money!
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
CHRIS PAGE: This kid’s a stud! THIRTEEN!
FOURTEEN
*SMAAACCCKKK*
Out of nowhere, Sonya kicks the ball into the stands!
TYLER CAGE: OH NO! WHAT THE HELL? COME ON! THIS BITCH!
CHRIS PAGE: (grumbling something under breath)
SONYA BENSON: OOOOOH! Dang! So sorry, kiddo. So close, but no cigar!
The kid, the mom, and even some fans burst into tears. The booing has kicked up to higher levels now. Event teams escort the sobbing mom and son back to their seats.
SONYA BENSON: Hey, don’t boo me. If he’d used some crossover dribbles or behind the back dribbles or between the leg dribbles he would’ve won, but noooooo he did the bare minimum and that crap DOESN’T FLY WITH ME! Look at the bright side. He’s gonna become a wrestler someday to spite me. I created a future star in this wretched sport!
The fans are beside themselves about her justification of such a mean act, but Sonya no-sells their emotions with a dismissive gesture and turns to Hitmaker.
SONYA BENSON: Enough of these nincompoops. Mr. Hitmaker, I think it’s time we get this open challenge underway! Who do we have? I’m feeling feisty tonight! I want to show them what I learned from my new trainer Duncan Shepard!
He wags his head cockily again as a WGWF referee enters the ring.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: Uh, yes, indeed. As promised during Sonya’s presser, tonight she will face a person who answered her open challenge. A person with FIRE! and PASSION! Why, this may very well be Ms. B’s BIGGEST challenge to date- no, no, I know what you’re going to say there, Ms. B, but Goddammit, we’ve GOT to put these doubters in their places! So, without further adieu, I give to you a legend, YES a legend in these parts. Vegas’s very own five time.. FIVE time… FIVE! TIME! VWF Women’s Champion… Pam D’Moniom!
The crowd recognizes the name and ring music, and gives a generous pop as the 88 year old elderly lady emerges and heads down the ramp clad in the same gear she used to wear back in the day, complete with VWF women’s championship. She tags hands and hugs fans then enters the ring looking energetic for her age.
It soon dawns on the fans how low Sonya went in selecting the right candidate for this and jeer the shit out of her. Nonetheless, the ring is cleared and the ref gives the signal.
DING DING DING
TYLER CAGE: This is beyond low. You know tons of local talent offered to do this match and she picked the eldery woman.
CHRIS PAGE: Honestly this doesn’t surprise me.
Stealing a page from Hitmaker, Sonya wags her head cockily and saunters up to the local legend, intent on giving her some lip.
SWOOSH!
Up and over Sonya goes, ass over head like a shot rabbit. Sonya scrambles to her feet, clearly dizzy from the sudden move and throws a haymaker which lands nowhere near Pam. The old lady rifles a blistering barrage of Knife Edge Chops across Sonya’s pert chest, eliciting shrieks from Sonya and cheers from the fans. Johnny’s eyes widen.
From here, she points to the other corner and hair beels Sonya through the air. The rich bitch lands hard and rolls into the other corner, resting against the bottom buckle. The fans are loving it and love it even more as Pam runs as fast as her old legs can take her and delivers a Bronco Buster, or as Pam used to call it, “The Clam Jam”. Johnny clutches at his head before pounding on the mat.
TYLER CAGE: GET HER GRANNY PAM GET HER!
CHRIS PAGE: This is the greatest thing ever!
Pam backs off as Sonya crawls from the corner dry-heaving. Pam drops an elbow across her back then runs the ropes for a big splash but Sonya moves out of the way. The two urgently get to their feet but Sonya is quicker and delivers what appears to be a drop kick but it’s a botched one.
She gets just enough of it to down Pam. She then runs the ropes and bowls Pam over with a sloppy looking cross body that hits Pam across the legs instead of the torso. More boos rain down as she stands and launches mudhole stomps upon the knee, making it laborious for Pam to get up. Johnny laughs, pointing at his head, then at his newest client.
TYLER CAGE: This is getting hard to watch now.
CHRIS PAGE: Don’t count the old timer out yet.
Norris yells for Sonya to end it, so she nods and stares directly at Chris Page. The nastiest smirk dominates her face as she collects Pam, hurls her into the ropes, then BLASTS her with a surprisingly well done SUPERKICK. It hits so hard that Pam’s dentures fall out. Johnny jumps up and down, as if bearing witness to the most amazing thing ever. Norris swipes the dentures and stuffs them in his pocket for sell on Ebay later.
TYLER CAGE: Dude.. was that?? Did she.. No way!!??
CHRIS PAGE: Oh she definitely did. That’s my wife’s finisher. This biiiiitch just hit her with Black Magic!
Sonya smugly struts to the ropes nearest Page and yells out to him..
SONYA BENSON: Anything your wife can do I can do better! When she trains, she's always training her legs, not only to keep them looking sexy in heels.. but when she hits you with Black Magic, she's got nothing but power behind it. Too bad she can’t work out her busted face the same way!
Hitmaker jumps up and down in front of Page all giddy. He bangs on their desk and wooooos.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: But wait… there’s MORE!
He signals and Sonya sashays her hips in mockery of Candice then pulls her battered foe up. The rich bitch punts Pam in the tummy but then seems to forget how to do whatever it is she was going to do. Hitmaker is ready and saves the day by using flashcards with step by step directions to aid her along the way.
Relieved, Sonya secures Pam into a double underhook position. Chris Page immediately bolts to stand, knowing full well what she’s doing. Benson looks directly at him, pinning the CCPE leader in place with those sea-blue orbs. Following the flashcards the rest of the way, Benson heaves the old lady up and plants her to ring shaking effect in the middle of the canvas.
TYLER CAGE: PAGE PLANT! OH MY GOD! CHRIS SHE JUST USED YO-!
CHRIS PAGE: I KNOW SHE DID! SHE USED MY MOVE!
Sonya shoots the half, leg hook, bitch face at Chris.
One…
Two…
Three!!!
DING DING DING
Johnny beats the ring announcer off at the pass, jacking their mic from them as he does, rolls into the ring, and grabs a hold of Sonya’s arm.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: The winner of the match: Candi- oh hell, so sorry, so sorry, you just pulled off that move so effortlessly, you see. The REAL winner of the match: Chri- oh MAN, I did it AGAIN! Pulling all those moves like you did, why, it was shades of some of the, some of the GREATS in this business! But no, seriously, and for real, the ACTUAL winner of this hard-fought contest… the WG in WGWF, SONYA! BEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNSOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!
Norris whispers in his ear.
JOHNNY HITMAKER: ANNNND ALSO NEW VWF WOMEN’S CHAMPION…. SONYA! BEEEEEEENNNNNSSSSSSOOOOOOONNNNN!
The entire time Johnny’s been announcing, Sonya’s eyes have been pinned to Page’s, her flawlessly formed face amuk with the greatest snarky smirk face ever witnessed. Her stare is only broken when Norris butts in with the championship belt and tries to put it around her waist. She swats him away, disgusted at the sight of the gaudy strap. Norris nods and hoists it high above his head as finally, mercifully, the segment nears its end with Hitmaker-Yamazaki Enterprises banner unfurling from the rafters and hanging above their heads.
Fireworks explode like all of the 4th of July’s ever combined. Loud trumpets crescendo like the glorious throne room of God. Confetti falls from the ceiling. The HYE members pose in cool person poses. It’s an epic mess as the scene fades with jeers booming loud enough to move a needle on the Richter scale.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Tag Team Attraction match… Currently in the ring, the team of Sabian Wraith and Dean Harper!”
Some applause can be heard before “Dripeeshia” by Todrick Hall hits the speakers to pop from the crowd.
“And introducing their opponents, the team of Austin Ramsey and Todrick Tabor-Ramsey!”
The power couple of professional wrestling make their way out to the top of the ramp. They start to make the walk toward the ring.
Match 2:
Tag Team Showcase
Toddrick Tabor Ramsey and Austin Ramsey
versus
Sabian Wraith and Dean Harper
Tag Team Showcase
Toddrick Tabor Ramsey and Austin Ramsey
versus
Sabian Wraith and Dean Harper
The bell sounds as we are set for our first Tag Team Contest.
CHRIS PAGE: It should be noted the Commonwealth were originally slated to take part in this contest but have reached out and pushed back their debut, so tonight it’s Wraith and Harper vs The Ramsey’s.
TYLER CAGE: Let’s get it!
Toddy starts things off with Dean Harper as they lock up center ring. They jocket for position before Toddrick snaps Harper over with an armdrag. Todrick and Dean are both quickly back to their feet where Tabor-Ramsey snatches a side headlock take over forcing the shoulders of Harper to the mat.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR…
Harper escapes with a headscissors to Tabor-Ramsey, Todrick gets to his knee’s where he flips over Harper stacking Dean’s shoulders to the mat!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR..
Dean bridges up and out of the pin attempt where it’s countered with a backslide!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR..
Tabor-Ramsey escapes as both participants are back to a vertical base with a stalemate to pop from the Las Vegas crowd.
TYLER CAGE: An early feeling out process for both Harper and Todrick in what I believe is their first encounter.
CHRIS PAGE: Look at you, thinking about things other than Baddies.
TYLER CAGE: Don’t tell anyone.
Dean and Tabor-Ramsey circle each other but before they can lock it up Harper turns and tags in Wraith. Sabian steps through the ropes and enters the ring. They go face to face with Wraith shoving Todrick! Toddy comes back swinging with a right hand, Wraith blocks and counters with a series of right hands back Toddrick up into the ropes.
Wraith shoots Tabor-Ramsey across the ring with an Irish Whip, and as Toddy bounces off the farside Austin makes the blind tag! Tabor-Ramsey bounces of the ropes where he baseball slides between the legs Wraith! Wraith spins around while Austin slips into the ring.
Austin comes up from behind with a Side Russian Leg Sweep to Wraith! Austin pops back up to his feet where he picks up Todrick in a side suplex position before dropping Tabor-Ramsey down on top of Wraith with a leg drop! Austin quickly makes the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE..
Wraith escapes with a kick out.
CHRIS PAGE: Some tandom offense by The Ramsey’s.
Austin gets to his feet where he picks Wraih up and hurls him into a neutral corner. Austin charges in with a full head of steam looking for a spear! Wraith side steps Austin sending him sailing through the top and middle turnbuckle and cracking right shoulder off the ring post. Wraith rolls up Austin with a School Boy.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE..
Austin escapes with a kick out as Wraith gets to his feet making the tag to Dean Harper. Wraith picks Austin up delivering a back breaker, Dean Harper hops up on the middle ropes with an elbow drop across the sternum of Austin knocking him off Wraith’s knee!
Dean makes the lateral press.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE..
Austin escapes with another kick out to a pop from the crowd. Toddrick starts pacing the apron clamming his hands together further rallying the crowd! Dean gets back up where they pick Austin up off the mat. Dean lands a flury of right hands taking Austin back into the ropes where Austin is sent sailing with an Irish Whip, Ramsey bounces off the near side while Dead drops their head looking for a back body drop!
Austin counters with a swinging neckbreaker!
The crowd roars!
TYLER CAGE: The Vegas crowd is loving them some Austin Ramsey!
Austin starts working his way back to his feet where he makes the tag to Todrick! Toddrick starts scaling the turnbuckles while Dean is seen getting back to their feet, and as he stands Toddrick comes off the top rope with a Molly Go Round!
CHRIS PAGE: VROOM! VROOM!
Toddrick executes the cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE..
Wraith is seen diving on top of Todrick breaking the cover! There’s some boos from the crowd as Wraith looks to pick Todrick up off the mat only to be blasted by Austin Ramsey to a huge pop from the crowd! Austin sends Wriath over the top rope with a lariat before stepping back out to the ring apron while in the ring Todrick picks Dean up off the mat where he lands a Fisherman’s Suplex!
Austin calls for the tag!
Toddrick tags in Austin who scales up to the top turnbuckle before landing AIR AUSTIN!
Ramsey has the cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
YOUR WINNERS VIA PINFALL:
AUSTIN RAMSEY and TODDRICK TABOR-RAMSEY
AUSTIN RAMSEY and TODDRICK TABOR-RAMSEY
The Vegas crowd pops big as Austin and Todrick have their arms raised in victory.
TYLER CAGE: Austin got some serious hang time with that shooting star!
CHRIS PAGE: It was and is a great way to kick off the Tag Team Division.
WGWF – BUSTER GLOVES SEG – A STORY TO TELL
Hi everybody. My name is Buster. I'm a wrestler. And I’m one of the good guys.
The folks over here at WGWF are gonna let me wrestle on their show for a while. It would be pretty cool if you watched it. No pressure. Just shooting my shot.
A lot of people in this business don't exactly see eye to eye with me. I’m not pretty enough. I don’t check the right boxes. I’m not very much fun at parties. In fact, I’m a bit of an asshole. Not the kind that takes up multiple parking spaces or steals your lunch from the community refrigerator. I’m the kind of asshole who doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut. And I’m a terrible liar. So, chances are, when I’m out here on this microphone, you’re getting unfiltered truth. Even when I’d be much better off saying nothing at all.
I talk too much. I never shut up. I know that, but I still can’t help myself. It doesn’t feel right to know, in your heart, the right thing to do, and to just keep it to yourself. When I see something wrong in the world, I call it out. I do something about it. Not because anyone needs saving, but just because I can’t help myself.
I have it in me to do something significant in this world. And all of you should feel the same way about yourself. I'm not any different from any other wrestler, or any of you for that matter. I’m the SAME as you. Not better. You’ll hear a lot about that in the weeks and months ahead of us, but for now, all you need to know is that I have good intentions.
There are so many legendary wrestlers here at WGWF, but none of them are my heroes. And I shouldn’t be your hero either. I’m just a guy who showed up with a pair of wrestling boots and an unhealthy obsession with getting beat up for the enjoyment of others. I eat pancakes and play Uno with my kids and struggle with my own demons. I AM one of you. We ARE in this together.
How many times have you seen a wrestler tell you how magnificent they are? How many times have you heard someone say they’re gonna kick someone’s ass? Not me. The days of the stupid, redneck, wrestling fans are over. We’re in the internet age now, where the average wrestling fan IQ is higher than the average school teacher. If we, as wrestlers, don’t come to this ring and deliver you a genuine product, you’re gonna see right through us. I’m done wrestling to please other people. I’m doing it my way now. Real. Raw. For me. And it’s about time I have a little fun in the process.
If you can still hear me out there. Do what you love. Do what you’re good at. Doesn’t matter if it’s wrestling, playing piano, or just setting things on fire with a magnifying glass. Just leave the world a better place than when you found it.
If you’re stuck working jobs you hate, to buy shit you don’t need, to impress people you don’t like, my advice… is to just quit. Stop working someone for ‘the man’. As long as you’re there, you have no voice, no value, and no legacy. Go have a little fun for a while.
The Smarks in the crowd know I came from Level Up Wrestling. You know my history. What you probably don’t know is how unhappy I’ve been there. A bunch of people are pretty sour on the old Bull of the North right now. I make too much noise. I stir the pot. I upset the status quo. So, I restructured my contract with that company. I’m no longer a Level Up exclusive. I’m free to go wherever I want. I’m choosing the World’s Greatest Wrestling Federation.
I came here to work with the best. I came here to face legends, to drag them into the deep water and see how long they can swim. I want to bleed with them until they can’t tell the difference between my blood and theirs. I don’t care how many times they put my shoulders on the mat. I just want a good roll with immortality.
I’m relentless. I’m resilient. I have a T-2000 drive train and I go hard as f*ck, every damn day.
The days of me stretching my neck out and avoiding the axe are over. I’m staking a claim. After the dust settles and the dreamers have washed out, I’ll still be here. Climbing and clawing my way to the summit. The ones who die on the mountain don’t do it until they start heading back down. I want all of you in attendance and all of you at home to come along with me. Let’s climb… together.
…I have a story to tell. It gets weird. It gets emotional. But it has a happy ending… I promise you that.
Match 3:
TV Title Division Showcase Fatal Four Way
Victoria Strader
versus
Lexi Gold
versus
Joseph “Ace” Buongiorno
versus
"Cholo" Giovanni Santana
TV Title Division Showcase Fatal Four Way
Victoria Strader
versus
Lexi Gold
versus
Joseph “Ace” Buongiorno
versus
"Cholo" Giovanni Santana
At the opening bell Victoria Strader charges from her corner like a bat out of hell, launching herself into the air and blasting Joseph Buongiorno with an elbow to the jaw! Caught off guard, “Ace” collapses back into his corner against the ring post. Strader stands over him, clutching the top rope as she stomps at Joseph aggressively.
Lexi gold is quick out of her corner as well, rushing at Giovanni Santana and trying to take an early advantage of her own. “Cholo” sees her coming and winds up for a heavy right hand, but Lexi ducks underneath it and winds up behind him. “Cholo” spins around but Lexi fires off a high back kick and drives her heel hard into Giovannis chest and sends him rolling backwards to the canvas. Lexi quickly climbs to the top rope, spinning around to face Santos and launching herself with a flying cross-body attempt!
CHRIS PAGE: Cholo rolls out of the way! He saw that coming!
Lexi slams hard into the mat as Cholo rolls up to his feet, directly behind Victoria Strader who’s still stomping a mudhole through Joseph Buongiorno. He wraps Strader up around her waist and quickly tosses her with a release German suplex! With his assailant out of the way Joseph Buongiorno begins to pull himself back to his feet, but Giovanni Santana pops up in front of him and boots him in the chest and puts him back on his ass.
TYLER CAGE: HA! He said “sit down, son”!
Lexi Gold is up and sees Victoria Strader down on the canvas near her and quickly scrambles over, rolling Strader to her back and making a cover!
ONE!
Victoria gets a shoulder up, breaking the count, and tries to throw her legs up and catch Lexi in a triangle choke! Lexi scrambles desperately and pulls away just before Strader is able to lock it in, and both women are up to their feet and circling each other slowly in the middle of the ring. Back in the corner Joseph “Ace” Buongiorno is back up to his feet finally, and he exchanges heavy right handed punches and backhanded chops with “Cholo” Santana! “Ace” connects with a heavy overhand and wobbles “Cholo”, then quickly dives low and Giovannis legs and lifts him into the air!
CHRIS PAGE: He dumps Cholo over the top rope and sends him falling to the floor!
TYLER CAGE: Ace is going to the top rope, and the fans love it!
“Ace” hurls himself to the outside, dropping a heavy elbow on “Cholo”, but the long drop took its toll on Buongiorno and both men are rolling around the outside in pain!
Back in the ring Victoria and Lexi have tied up and both struggle for the upper hand. Lexi manages to isolate one of Victorias arms and twists around before snapping it down over her own shoulder! Victoria Strader clutches at her arm in pain, and Lexi turns back around and hits a standing dropkick that flattens “Real Vee”. Resilient as ever, Victoria tries to shake it off and roll back up to her feet. Lexi rushes forward recklessly and Strader rears back with a lightning quick superkick!
CHRIS PAGE: Welcome to Riverdale!
TYLER CAGE: You never wanna see a baddie get clocked like that.
Lexi collapses in a heap, and Victoria drops on top of her for a quick cover.
ONE!
TWO!
T-
“Ace” Buongiorno is on his feet and in the ring in a flash, grabbing Victoria by the ankle and dragging her off of Lexi to break the count. Never releasing her foot he tries to roll her over and secure an ankle lock but Victoria uses her free foot to fire off several kicks to his torso and head and he has no choice but to release her and cover up.
CHRIS PAGE: Victoria is up! Lexi struggles to her feet! Ace eyes them both!
TYLER CAGE: And Cholo is on the apron!
Giovanni Santana climbs quickly through the ropes and charges the trio in the middle of the ring, hurling himself like a bowling ball at pins and taking everyone off of their feet! Giovanni is back to his feet quickly and pounds his chest confidently as the crowd roars in approval! He mutters to himself in Spanish as he looks at the three downed opponents, free to choose anyone he likes to continue with. After pacing a small circle around the ring and weighing his options, he sets his sights on Lexi Gold and pulls her up to her feet. He bends her over backwards, and hits a reverse DDT! Giovanni is back up and lifts Victoria Strader, winding up and flipping her head over heels with a clothesline from hell!
TYLER CAGE: Why target one opponent when you can wreck them all?
CHRIS PAGE: Admittedly, it’s a strong strategy when you can pull it off.
Giovanni turns his attention to Buongiorno and lifts him to his feet as he has with the previous two, and he’s looking for a belly to belly suplex, but “Ace” quickly boxes both of Giovannis ears and stuns him. He wraps up Cholo and hurls him with a belly to belly suplex of his own, and Giovanni sails through the air and smashes hard into the ringpost! Buongiorno makes his way to the corner and kicks him repeatedly, driving him underneath the bottom rope and back to the floor below.
He turns his attention back to the two women in the middle of the ring, and sees Lexi Gold climbing up to her feet first. She gets ready to attack “Ace”, but he holds his hands up to stop her and points at the downed Victoria Strader and shrugs his shoulders. Lexi looks at him, then at Strader, and shrugs her shoulders back. She lifts Strader up and irish whips her towards Joseph Buongiorno who lifts his leg and nails Strader with a powerful boot to the face!
CHRIS PAGE: It seems like Lexi and Ace have some sort of team up here.
Lexi charges across the ring and delivers a jumping knee to the jaw of Joseph, quickly crumpling him.
CHRIS PAGE: … aaaand it’s over.
Lexi covers Buongiorno quickly, the referee sliding into position to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
“Ace” gets a shoulder up and rolls Lexi off of him, rolling up to his feet but he’s clearly woozy. He backs up against the ropes, leaning against them for support so that he can regain his composure. “Cholo” pops up behind him on the floor, reaching down and grabbing “Ace” by the ankle from under the bottom rope. Buongiorno turns around angrily and sees Santana, but before he can make a move Lexi Gold rushes up behind him and grabs his legs, lifting him up and over the ropes! Lexi just dumped “Ace” over the top, and right into the waiting arms of Giovani Santos who spikes Buongiorno to the floor violently! Santos leaves Joseph in a heap and slides back into the ring, face to face with Lexi. They both hesitate after their momentary double team of “Ace”, and it’s just long enough for Victoria Strader to drag herself back up in the middle of the mat.
TYLER CAGE: Baddie up, everyone! I repeat, a baddie is back up and on her feet!
Lexi moves first and heads for Strader but eats a stiff right hand for her efforts and drops to a knee. Giovani Santana steps towards Strader as well and eats a punch of his own. Strader falls back off the ropes, charging quickly at an unsuspecting Santana and spiking him to the canvas with a sharp running bulldog. Strader pops up, motioning for Lexi to bring the best that she's got. Lexi charges at Victoria, flipping forward and catching Victoria in a head scissors.
TYLER CAGE: She’s looking for the Golden Flare!
CHRIS PAGE: VICTORIA IS READY FOR IT! She catches Lexi midair and uses her momentum against her!
Victoria slams Lexi spine first into the canvas, flattening her on the mat! With no hesitation Victoria grabs Lexi by her hair, dragging her up to her feet with two fistfulls and then bending her backwards.
TYLER CAGE: NEVER FADE AWAY!
CHRIS PAGE: IT’S OVER! SHE GOT IT!
Victoria Strader covers Lexi Gold, the referee sliding into position as the fans leap to their feet and count along with him!
ONE!
TWO!
TYLER: OH MY GOD!
“Cholo” Santana slides into the ring at the last second, grabbing Victoria Strader off the top of Lexi Gold and hurling her into the corner. Strader collides hard with the turnbuckle and drops to the mat as Giovanni covers Lexi and screams for the referee to make the count.
CHOLO: HURRY, PENDEJO!
ONE!
Joseph Buongiorno slides back into the ring, but he’s too far.
TWO!
Victoria scrambles to break up the pin, but it’s too late.
THREE!
YOUR WINNER:
“CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA
Victoria Strder looks furious as Giovani Santana rolls quickly out of the ring to the floor and points at she, Lexi and "Ace" with a smile. He pulled one over on all of them, and in the grand scheme of the WGWFW Television title division-
The crowd rises to their feet as General Manager James Raven appears on the stage behind "Cholo", holding the TV belt over his shoulder. He smiles, looking "Cholo" up and down.
CHRIS PAGE: He's not...
TYLER CAGE: DO WHAT YOU THINK IS BEST, BESTIE!
Giovanni looks to James, and shrugs.
James shakes his head.
JAMES RAVEN: Nah. Not yet.
He turns around, and head backstage.
Joe Montouri WGWF Introduction
[The lights go off. Maybe Halloween is coming early because you don't hear a sound and the darkness is scaring the young kids and older adults. Then you see a spotlight hit the entrance ramp and smoke fills it up. Maybe Michael Myers will walk out with a big knife or better yet, maybe the clown IT will pop up from underneath the ramp. Then pyros start to shoot off North, South, East and West.]
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
[Someone just spent a fortune on that onslaught of pyros but in the long run it's going to be worth it. When the dust settles, and the smoke clears, the entrance way just has the spotlight left, but no one is there.]
[The speakers make a sound meaning something is about to blast off.]
MONEY
POWER
RESPECT
KABOOM!
[That can only mean one thing folks. He has finally arrived here in the WGWF. The fans are on their feet because they know it's about to go down. As always, there is a mixed reaction. You either love him or hate him. There is no in between. And………..HE’S HERE! J MONT has arrived. Standing at the ramp, looking as sharp as always, you got 7500 fans cheering J MONT and 7500 fans booing like the Las Vegas Raiders just lost a game. Wearing a custom Gucci suit that only J Mont would wear but that's not the best part. It’s not the matching Gucci shoes either. It’s the 250K Gucci Stuart Hughes Belt standing out. Who the hell would spend that on a belt? You are looking at the man who did. And that's not all. On one shoulder is the IIW International Title and the other shoulder has the PWE Impulse Championship. With a huge smirk on his face, J Mont makes his way down the ramp. With MONEY POWER RESPECT still blaring through the speakers, J Mont struts his stuff. He walks around the entire ring, ignoring the fans reaching for a handshake or fist pump. He then walks up the small stairs and goes through the middle rope. He then goes over to the turnbuckle and stands on the second one, not wanting to ruin his attire. He holds up both belts in the air, looking around at the sold out Velvet Rabbit. Hopping down, he throws both titles back over each shoulder. Leaning near the ropes, he is handed a mic. He is taking this all in before he says a word. You can hear the fans.]
YOU DESERVE IT!
MIA DESERVES BETTER!
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
OVERRATED!
J MONT FOR PRESIDENT!
[J Mont, laughing at all of this, raises the mic up to his mouth and everyone is ready to see what he has to say.]
J Mont: I have arrived. And just in time because I know you guys have been waiting in anticipation to see me and hear what I have to say about coming to the WGWF. For starters, I need to talk to Chris Page about this slot in the show. You're going to have some whore I never heard of named SHAY have her spot after the big match of Vaughn and Flynn. Sounds like Strike 1. But I will let that slide right now. There is something else here I need to get off my mind right now.
[J Mont starts to pace around the ring. Looks like what he is about to say is really bothering him.]
J Mont: JAMES RAVEN! Who the fuck do you think you are bud. I finally squashed any issues I had with your wife Atara, and things are good with her, myself and Mia. But you still like to run your mouth and to top it off, you want to NOT ONCE, but TWICE spray me in the face with water at the Velvet Rabbit in NYC. It won't happen a third time, because next time, you are going to meet my right hand and that little pretty face of yours won't look the same again. I have tried to keep the peace but you like to just have all the attention on you. Guess what? Your time is in the past now. The NOW is J MONT. Look at me Raven. Winning gold everywhere and about to show everyone here what that is all about.
[Raven chants start to echo throughout the Rabbit.]
J Mont: Cheer for that bitch all you want. He is scared to face me. Rewind, all the way back to FIGHT NYC. He had a huge challenge on his plate. J Mont and Page vs Raven and Atara. And what does he do? He throws a temper tantrum and gets the match canceled and he gets suspended. Sounds like a bitch move to me. I even said after, let's do this one on one to no response. Raven knows that stepping into the ring with me could end his so-called GOAT status. Because it's not going to mean greatest of all time with you anymore. It's going to mean
GONE ON A TRIP
J Mont: Thanks to an RKO that is going to send you to another country. And Raven, I dare you to grow a set of balls and do something about it here. I also dare you to try to fuck with my career here because that will be a move you will regret and thas not a threat, thats a promise. But that's enough about Raven, because he doesnt deserve this attention from me. The attention needs to be on J MONT and CCPE who always take over every show and federation we step into. Just like here in the WGWF.
CCPE!
CCPE!
CCPE!
CCPE!
CCPE!
CCPE!
CCPE!
CCPE!
CCPE!
CCPE!
CCPE!
[The chants are taking over and J Mont knows the takeover is happening.]
J Mont: Once again, we are going to take over and if that means fighting one another, then so be it. We make the shows. We make the ratings. You got Bam Miller. 2 World Title contenders in Peter Vaughn and Mark Flynn. You can't forget about Mac Bane. And then you have the one and only Chris Page. Sounds like a room full of gold coming to CCPE. And just what do I want to do with my arrival here with so much going on in my life? Just know this. I have a FULL PLATE in front of me, but I have the support of my fiancee Mia and I'm building ANOTHER legacy so when baby G Mont gets older, she can go back and watch her dad as the real GOAT of wrestling. So, if you all want to know my next move here, it's simple. I have one belt on my left shoulder, and I have a belt on my right shoulder. Now I need to get one around my waist. Sure I have a chance at another title coming up, but I want to get one here. The WGWF is a legendary fed and Chris Page knows when he signed me to come here, it was one of the best business decisions he could have made. I don't care what Raven has to say because he has no say in my contract. IRONCLAD you can say.
[J Mont gets closer to the camera and looks right into it.]
J Mont: TV Title? Tag Titles? Intercontinental Title? World Title? I'm going to win them all one by one and become a GRAND SLAM champion. Just like what Giancarlo Stanton did the other night for my Yankees, he hit a walk off GRAND SLAM. And that is my goal here. And I'm going to do it. You want to stop me? Then come at me and make me. Because you won't pass go and collect 200 bucks if you try to get in my way. GAME ON for J MONT, but GAME OVER for everyone here in the WGWF!
[J Mont throws the mic down and holds both his belts high in the sky. Still with that mixed reaction from the fans, but he doesn't give a shit. Everyone is waiting to see just what his next move will be. He climbs out of the ring and walks back up the entrance way. Before he walks to the back, he turns around and holds both belts high up again. Crazy thing is, his Gucci belt is probably worth more than the 2 titles he has.]
"Eleanor Rigby (strings only)" by the Beatles
“Ladies and Gentleman the following contest is a WGWF World Title Showcase match! Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… “KING OF THE MIDCARDERS” MARK FLYNN!”
Mark comes out in a dazzling blue robe. Across the back, it says "King of the Midcarders". He has no expression and makes no eye contact with the fans while making his way toward the ring. Flynn makes his way up the ring steps where he enters the ring waiting for his opponent.
“About to make his way to the ring, he is “THE MECHANIC” PETER VAUGHN!”
The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, darkly smirking down at the fans.
"This Time... It's Different."
After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the stage, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, two figures appear through the smoke and haze. Peter Vaughn walks forward first, He stop at the top of the ramp, surveying the hatred from the crowd. From Vaughn's reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile. Vaughn makes their way into the ring.
MATCH 4:
WGWF World Title Division Showcase
“The Mechanic” Peter Vaughn
versus
“King of the Midcarders” Mark Flynn
CHRIS PAGE: I’ll tell you this Tyler, both Peter Vaughn and Mark Flynn are incredible talents that I am lucky to have a part of CCPE, and by being a part of CCPE one of the integral pieces of the equation is being the best. Tonight we’re going to see who the better man is between both Vaughn and Flynn.
TYLER CAGE: I’m a fan of both of these guys and can’t wait to see who is leaving with their arms raised.
The bell sounds as Flynn and Vaughn stare across the ring from each other with both men with business in their eyes as they come out from their corners and circle each other inside the ring. They lock up to a pop from the crowd with Flynn driving Vaughn back into the ropes with his size advantage. The referee calls for the break and starts to lay the count to Flynn.
Mark drives a knee in the midsection of Vaughn before shooting him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Vaughn bounces off the far side into a drop toe hold from Flynn who transitions into a Surfboard Stretch!
TYLER CAGE: Flynn’s already looking for submission within the opening minute of the contest!
The referee is in position to ask Vaughn to surrender which is refused as he finds a counter out and crashes down on top of Flynn with a splash.
ONE!!
TWO!!
TH…
Flynn escapes with a kick out with both he and Vaughn getting back to their feet and Flynn looking for a running lariat, Vaughn ducks the attempt where he bounces off the near side while Flynn bounces off the far side and into a Sling Blade from Vaughn! Peter makes the cover by hooking the inside leg.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR..
Flynn escapes with a kick-out! Vaughn quickly transitions into a rear chin lock.
TYLER CAGE: I’m going to put you on the spot and ask you who you want to see winning this match.
CHRIS PAGE: Both of these guys are premiere talents, I don’t have a choice on a winner or loser because at the end of the day they’re both top tier.
The referee asks Flynn to surrender which he refuses. Mark starts working his way back up to his feet where he turns into the chin lock, he hoists up Vaughn driving him down into the mat with a side suplex!
Flynn gets back to his feet followed by Vaughn who walks into an Inverted Atomic Drop driving Vaughn back into the ropes where he’s sent over the top rope with a running clothesline! Vaughn tumbles over the top rope and down to the floor!
Flynn steps out to the apron sizing up Vaughn and as he starts getting back to his feet Flynn jumps off the apron with a double axe handle across the back of Vaughn driving him into the security barrier.
CHRIS PAGE: This is exactly why I wanted both of these guys in CCPE, they’ve got the eye of the tiger.
Mark brings Vaughn off the guardrail driving him face first into the apron. Mark throws him back into the ring where he climbs up on the apron and looks to deliver a slingshot elbow drop that Vaughn evades sending Flynn crashing down into the mat.
Vaughn gets back to a vertical base where he comes up behind Flynn and locks in a Cobra Clutch bulldog! Vaughn scurries into the cover hooking the inside leg.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR..
Flynn escapes with a kick-out.
TYLER CAGE: The impact of that Cobra Clutch Bulldog, I wonder how much more Flynn is going to be able to take. He was in the ring last night at XWF’s Relentless only to turn around and be here tonight.
CHRIS PAGE: Same can be said for Peter Vaughn he was in action as well, but neither of them will be using excuses tonight; one is going to win and one is going to lose.
Vaughn is the first to his feet. Peter reaches down picking Flynn up off the mat where he drives him back into a neutral corner, he follows up with several shoulder blocks to the gut before shooting Flynn across the ring and into the opposite buckles!
Vaughn rushes across the ring looking to hit a Stinger Splash!
Flynn evades at the final second sending Peter crashing into the buckles which open the door for Flynn to take Vaughn off his feet with a chop block to the back of the right knee! Flynn is quickly back to his feet where he sizes up Vaughn who rolls over and starts pushing himself up off the mat.
Flynn runs full blast delivering a Curb Stomp as he drives Vaughn violently into the mat face first! Mark quickly rolls Peter over and makes the back press hooking the inside leg.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE…
Vaughn escapes with a kick-out as the crowd is split between both participants. Flynn is the first to get to his feet where he picks Peter up and lays in a knife-edge chop that echoes throughout CCPE Arena, Flynn lands a second chop and then a third as he backs Vaughn up into the ropes! Flynn takes Vaughn and shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Peter bounces off the near side ducking a lariat, Vaughn puts on the brakes while Flynn bounces off the near side, and Vaughn spins around where he drops down to the mat on his chest, Flynn leaps over Vaughn, Peter pops back up to his feet where he runs and bounces off the far side while Flynn bounces off the nearside where they meet with a running shoulder block in the middle of the ring.
Vaughn runs and bounces off the near side where Flynn takes him up into a Tilt-A-Whirl that Vaughn counters with a DDT spiking Flynn headfirst into the mat!
TYLER CAGE: It’s not going to work wonders for the head or neck!
CHRIS PAGE: Can Peter Vaughn capitalize or will Mark Flynn find a way to bounce back?
Both men are seen laying on the mat while the referee starts executing a standing ten count to each. Vaughn starts to stir as he crawls toward Mark and is able to roll him over making the cover with a back press while hooking the inside leg.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE..
Flynn escapes with a kick-out to a mixed reception from the crowd. Vaughn begins working his way back up to his feet where he calls for The Revenged!
TYLER CAGE: It looks like Peter Vaughn might finally crack the code and defeat Mark Flynn!
Mark begins to stir as he starts to push himself up off the mat and we he reaches his feet Vaughn looks for the Revenged only to have Flynn reach out and snatch the top rope sending Vaughn crashing back down to the mat!
Flynn spins around where he reaches down picking Vaughn up off the mat where he sets him up and looks to deliver THE END!
NO!
VAUGHN lands on his feet behind Flynn rolling him up with a School Boy!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE..
Flynn counters as into a school boy where he synched up the tights of Vaughn!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE..
Vaughn musters a counter to the School Boy with one of his own where he not only synched the tights but also uses the ropes!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
Vaughn escapes out to the floor knowing he just stole one!
WINNER VIA PINFALL: PETER VAUGHN
Mark Flynn is beside himself in the ring as Peter Vaughn smirks at Flynn while back tracking up the ramp.
Shay WGWF Introduction
Backstage at the WGWF show a woman is seen watching the screen and turns her head as soon as she feels that there is a camera on her..
Shay : Hello everyone.. How nice to see all of you here tonight.. Just like all of you I am enjoying the show..
She smirked for a moment before turning around entirely..
Shay : Let me introduce myself.. My name is Shay Owens and I am one of the newest ladies on the WGWF scene but by no means new to the business.. I am an MMA and Wrestling fanatic and have been for a long time.. I have been trained by assholes and legends.. I had hoped to have been on the card but I have to wait a little longer.. And some may have already seen me.. But you will all see me soon enough..
Her confident stance and stare towards the camera showing her experience.
Shay : Being new is always a disadvantage but then again most of us are new to WGWF in one way or another.. And I am here to check out the competition.. Looking good so far right. I think so too.. And I am looking forward to getting my first victim.. Or match here in WGWF..
The smirk on her face showed that she meant victim.
Shay : Now the match we just saw was a show stopper for sure and that is exactly the kind of competition I am looking for.. I love being in a good old fashioned fight after all.. And now if you will excuse me.. We have a main event to watch.. And I for one am looking forward to it..
She winked towards the camera and smirked before the camera’s show the arena again as the next match is about to take place..
THE KINGDOM IS HERE…
As the lights go out and the video starts up, there is a mixture of murmurs from those who have no clue what’s going on and a few boos from those that do.The man steps out from behind the curtain and just stands on the ramp surveying the crowd as the boos and murmurs increase. He’s dressed in black dress shoes, denim jeans and a black shirt open at the first couple of buttons and over his shoulders, he’s carrying two belts. He soaks up the crowd's noise and begins to walk down the aisle, stopping at the steps before climbing them and sliding between the top and middle rope.
TYLER CAGE: “I genuinely cannot believe what I’m seeing here! These folks are in for a surprise!”
CHRIS PAGE: Field of Dreams baby! If you build it they will come!
He sets both belts down in a corner, walks to the opposite side of the ring and asks for a microphone, Denise Essex obliging. The music dies down but the boos from the portion of educated fans remains, those who aren’t clued in just watching with interest and curiosity.
Man: “AND HERE - I - AM! Now I know there are some of you looking at each other and probably shrugging because you are clueless right now, so let me just take a minute to introduce myself! My name has been synonymous with the world of Wrestling for the last quarter of a century! I’ve held Multiple Belts in Multiple Promotions! I am THE ORIGINAL! THE SOLE SCHEMATIC! THE PARADIGM OF PRODIGIOUSNESS! But here, in WGWF you’ll know me as simply the IIW UK and Tag-Team Champion… Fred Debonair!”
Fred points at both belts that are sitting in the corner by the turnbuckle. He paces around spinning one of his forefingers in a circle as he raises the mic again.
TYLER CAGE: “Fred Debonair has done everything to earn the right to be anything but humble, Centurion!”
Fred Debonair: “As I say I’ve been involved in Wrestling for the better part of close to twenty five years, even when I took a sabbatical I was still running my own academy and whatever… But when I decided to come back to the ring, it was due to my son Tyler, who had just been discharged from a psychiatric facility… Yes the kid was cuckoo and you know it took me some time after arriving in IIW, to realise I was nothing there but fodder for my looney-toon kid! I wasn’t the man I was previously in the world of Professional Wrestling, I wasn’t the guy these wrestlers in the back queued up to take on because it was a right of passage! I wasn’t the multimillion seat drawing Wrestler that used to cause traffic jams leading to ticket lines… I was a joke, curtain jerker, the “other guy”.
Fred paces the ring, then leans against the top ropes, pointing to the logo for WGWF and slowly turns to everybody in the arena.
Fred Debonair: “One man made me see where I was going wrong, one man made me see the light and truth of the situation and that man was none other than CHRIS PAGE! And after speaking with Chris at length I agreed to join CCPE and since that moment I have sent my son packing back to the psych ward, I’ve become one half of the IIW Tag Champs and won the IIW UK title! Then Chris told me there was another Kingdom waiting to be conquered, a place where everything sparkles and there isn’t one “easy street”. He told me whichever way you turn the competition is fierce and I looked him dead in the eye and I said Chris, you’ve yet to steer me wrong and therefore I trust that WGWF will be a comfortable fit for me to work, however… Please don’t tell me it’s a kingdom FOR I - AM - THE KINGDOM! And I am the one to be conquered…”
Debonair winks at the camera before dropping the microphone, dropping himself to his stomach and rolling out of the ring as “Money” sprays through the arena again. He walks back up the aisle to a chorus of boos and disappears behind the curtain.
MAIN EVENT:
WGWF Throwback
CENTURION
versus
MAX DAEMON
WGWF Throwback
CENTURION
versus
MAX DAEMON
The crowd cheers loudly at the opening bell for the main event, on their feet and stomping in anticipation of this bout between “The Hellborn and Heavensent” Max Daemon and professional wrestling legend Centurion. Max takes the middle of the ring first, holding a hand up and inviting the icon to join him for a sportsmanlike tie up to kick things off. Centurion moves carefully towards him, lifting his own hand and accepting the tie up… but Max Daemon quickly boots him in the midsection and doubles him over, then drives an elbow down into the base of Centurion's neck to spike him to the canvas. The crowd boos loudly, but Max doesn’t seem to mind a bit as he quickly pulls Centurion up to his feet and delivers a brutal chop across his chest before hitting a quick jab and an elbow strike that drives Centurion back into the corner.
TYLER CAGE: This kids striking is CRISP!
CHRIS PAGE: He’s got MMA experience, and it shows. Centurion is in for a fight!
Daemon chases Centurion into the corner and looks to wrap him up, but Centurion deftly ducks underneath his outstretched arm and slips behind him. Centurion delivers a heavy kick to the back of Daemons leg before applying a standing sleeper hold and dragging Max out to the middle of the mat. Centurion switches his grip and drops Max back over his knee with a backbreaker and dumps him to the canvas.
TYLER CAGE: Centurion is looking for an armbar!
He extends the arm of Max Daemon and drops to the mat, clenching his knees and trying to pop Max’s elbow! Max flops around for several dangerous seconds but is eventually able to roll over to his feet and stack Centurion on his back. Max wriggles his arm free, kicking the downed Centurion hard in the hip before jumping forward with a standing senton that crushes Centurion beneath him. Max spins on the mat and flattens Centurion out for a cover!
ONE!
TW-
Centurion gets a shoulder up! He wriggles out from underneath Max and gets back to his feet, holding his ribs slightly after that Senton. Max is up on his feet as well and the two circle each other carefully. Daemon is clearly feeling good about his chances and lunges for Centurions waist, trying to take him back to the mat, but Centurion sprawls and stuffs the takedown before sinking in a headlock and shaking Max aggressively. He lets go of the potential choke and hammers the midsection of Max Daemon with punches before dragging him up just to spike him back down with a DDT! Centurion rolls Max over and looks for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Max gets a shoulder up, but Centurion pushes it back down and tries for another cover!
ONE!
Max kicks out even quicker that time.
CHRIS PAGE: Nice try by the veteran there, but he couldn’t catch the Action Wrestling staple off guard.
Centurion pulls Max back up to his feet, but before he can follow up with any offense Max drops quickly back to the mat and rolls underneath the bottom rope to escape the ring. Max looks up at Centurion through the ropes, and rolls out his shoulders. Taking a deep breath, Max begins to pace around the outside of the ring as the Legend stares him down and motions to the crowd who jeers loudly. Max scoffs and continues to gather himself outside the ring.
TYLER CAGE: Max Daemon is slowing down the pace here, I’m not sure if I like that. You’d think he would want to press the action against the much older guy, right? Like… check the gas tank of the much, much older guy. If you’re Max Daemon, you’ve got to like your chances in a marathon against a much, much, much older man.
CHRIS PAGE: You know that's your commentary partner, right?
TYLER CAGE: Much, much, much MUCH older man.
Centurion gets tired of waiting and makes his way to the ropes, rolling to the outside. As soon as he does Max slides back inside to even louder jeering from the fans. Centurion shakes his head and slides and slides back into the ring, but on cue Max Daemon quickly pounces through the ropes and drops from the apron back to the floor.
The referee tells Max to quit messing around and get back to the match, but Max just waves him off and tells Centurion to come back outside and meet him. Centurion sighs and once more makes his way to the outside, but Max slides in and charges across the ring and off the far ropes. He slingshots back across the mat and hurls himself over the ropes recklessly, hitting a suicide dive and sending Centurion smashing back into the fan barricade! Max pops up and puts a knee on Centurions chest to hold him down, and he begins hammering the wrestling icon with right hands! He grabs Centurions skull, driving it back into the barricade, then hits him with a few more punches for good measure. He gets off Centurion and stands him up, then whips him into the steel ring steps with a loud clang that echoes through the Velvet Rabbit arena. Max rolls back into the ring, shouting at the referee to begin counting Centurion out.
ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…
The crowd cheers loudly to spur Centurion back to his feet, and he manages to make it up to all fours, shaking his head to try and clear the cobwebs. Max continues to berate the referee, telling him he’s counting too slowly and to hurry it up.
FIVE… SIX… SEVEN…
Centurion gets to his feet and he slides into the ring where Max is immediately on him and lifting him up to his feet to continue his momentum. Centurion is prepared though and rocks Max with a European uppercut, following it up with a low kick to the thigh that nearly buckles Daemon. Centurion irish whips Max into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a nice hip toss!
CHRIS PAGE: Nice steady work by Centurion to pull himself back into the drivers seat here.
Max pops up again, but Centurion is already waiting and hooks Daemon around the waist and tosses him with a belly to belly suplex! The crowd cheers loudly as Centurion climbs to his feet, wiping sweat from his brow and taking a deep breath as he watches Daemon closely. Daemon pounds the mat in frustration and pushes himself up to his knees, locking eyes with Centurion…
TYLER CAGE: V TRIGGER! Centurion kits the kneeling Max Daemon with a running flying knee!
Max slumps over, limp and motionless. The crowd explodes as Centurion pops to his feet once more, a very slight grin apparent on his face as he rubs his knee. Centurion grabs Max’s feet, rolling him over and stepping into The Fall of Rome!
CHRIS PAGE: Centurion locks in one of his signature moves! He’s finished some of the best with this!
Centurion cranks, bending Daemons lower body and straining to try and finish this match. The referee gets down on the mat in front of Max’s face, asking him if he wants to submit, but Daemon shakes his head. Centurion cranks again and Daemon shouts out in pain, but still refuses to tap. He forces himself up to his elbows and begins to wheelbarrow himself across the mat towards the ropes. He stretches for the bottom one, but is too far away and continues to crawl once more. Centurion stands up from his squatted position and drags Max back to the middle of the ring before dropping back down! He’s got that locked in tight!
TYLER CAGE: Let’s go partner! That’s my commentary partner, ya’ll!
CHRIS PAGE: Max is struggling! His hand hovers over the canvas!
Suddenly a figure hops over the fan barricade and rushes towards the ring, hopping up to the apron. Centurion sees him coming and lets go of Max, standing up and making his way towards the ropes to confront the intruder…
CHRIS PAGE: Is that…
TYLER CAGE: Who?
CHRIS PAGE: It’s Nathan Miles! It’s a WGWF Original, and Max Daemons father!
The referee is quick to get between the two superstars as they stare at each other coldly, and he demands Miles drop to the floor and stay away from the competitors. Slowly, and never taking his eyes off of Centurion, Nathan obliges and steps down from the apron. Centurion turns his attention back to Max Daemon, and he gets hit with superkick! Daemon was up and wobbly, but manages to connect with a brutal superkick that drops the legend to the mat! The crowd boos loudly, but Nathan Miles yells for his son to make the cover! Max falls on top of Centurion, clearly hurt, and the referee slides in for the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
TYLER CAGE: HE KICKED OUT! CENTURION KICKED OUT!
CHRIS PAGE: Max looks surprised, but he’s got no idea how deep the reservoir is for a guy like Centurion.
Max falls back to a seated position, trying to catch his breath and clear his head as the fans cheer loudly for Centurion recover. Nathan is shouting for Max to stay on the attack, and Daemon nods his head slowly. He climbs to his feet and backs up a few steps to plan his next move as Centurion crawls around the mat, rocked and operating on instinct. He reaches the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet as Max Daemon approaches him and reaches out to grab, but Centurion shoves him away to buy himself an extra second to recover. Max tries to get ahold of Centurion again, but Centurion shoves him away again and this time tries to follow him to the center of the mat but Nathan Miles reaches underneath the bottom rope and trips him up! The referee darts over to the ropes, shouting down for Nathan to stay out of the match or risk disqualification… and as soon as his back is turned on Max and Centurion, Daemon drives a powerful kick up between the legs of Centurion!
TYLER CAGE: Low blow! An attack to the groinal region!
CHRIS PAGE: Ain’t that a kick in the dick…
Centurions entire body tightens in agony, and Max drills him with a quick spinning back elbow that drops him in a heap. Max Daemon makes the cover, and the referee turns away from Nathan Miles to see whats happening and makes the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
YOUR WINNER: MAX DAEMON
CHRIS PAGE: This is a complete miscarriage of justice on what was supposed to be the relaunch of our company; to have it end with like this just sucks.
Max Daemon escapes out to the floor with his father who raises his arm in the air while Centurion backs up in a seated position in a neutral corner with a look that could kill shot in the direction of Nathan Miles and Max Daemon as Monday Night Brawl leaves the air.
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