10-10-2022 Monday Night Brawl
Oct 10, 2022 22:30:14 GMT -5
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Post by "The Peoples GOAT" James Raven on Oct 10, 2022 22:30:14 GMT -5
WGWF Presents:
10.10.22
CCPE ARENA
VELVET RABBIT LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
SOLD OUT- 15,000
Opening Segment:
John “The Beast” Cable
"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 and stands in the center of the ring, buttoning his sleek, gray suit jacket to the wild cheers of the fans. He straightens his black tie as he leans forward to take a mic from the ring valet as he smiles to the crowd and waves at a pack of kids in New Breed Foundation Tee Shirts hanging over the rails at ringside. He spends a moment soaking in the adulation of the fans, and turns slowly in the middle of the ring with his arms spread wide.
“What a bunch of fans the WGWF has, am I right?” he says as the fans cheer even louder then before.
“No seriously... sold out shows... merch sales through the roof... no limit in sight of where we can go with fans like you all out there. Seriously.” he says again as his smile fades a bit and the tone shifts as the fans feel the mood change and start to settle down and get in their seats to find out where this is headed.
“That's why what happened last week in this very ring was so horrific... so terrible... so vile... because the fans of the WGWF are the lifeblood of the locker room and the entire company... and last week... Sonya Benson did something reprehensible. “ John says as he looks out over the crowd and a scowl smears itself across bearded mug.
“What Sonya Benson did here at Relaunch was truly one of the most heinous acts I have ever seen committed in the name of greed and power, and I wrestled against MDK for long enough to see some real depravity.” John jokes as the crowd pops at the mention of the WGWF Legend.
“So... since I know asking her to make it right is a not only a waste of my time, but of my breath, I am just going to rectify this atrocity myself. Evil prevails when good men stand by and do nothing to make right the destruction cause by those who care little for others, and I am definitely not one to sit idly by while bullies and assholes overrun the meek and innocent.” John explains as he looks out over the sea of faces in attendance.
“At this time, please welcome back to the WGWF Ring, Ms. Norma and Eddie McDevitt!!!” John announces as the entire crowd pops off and shoots to their feet at once.
Little Eddie pops out of the curtain first, waving with both arms to the crowd who just eats up the little guy and waves back in unison. His mom, Norma follows, shyly, still sort of embarrassed by the last appearance here in Vegas. Eddie grabs his mom's hand and rushes her down the ramp towards the ring, and then up the stairs as the crowd still cheers like crazy. John steps through the ropes and makes a large gap for them to enter the ring near the stairs, and then holds out his hand to them both to steady their way in before they all three stand in the middle of the ring.
“Mrs. McDevitt, a couple of weeks ago, you were overjoyed to come here with Eddie and enjoy a fabulous night of family wrestling entertainment, where you then won the lottery for the Benson Bucks Raffle, of which I was offering to match the donations dollar for dollar. How did what happened here last show effect you and your son in the last two weeks?” John asks softly before holding the mic out for her to reply.
“Well, that night, we missed the entire show. I just couldn't... I couldn't stay after that. We were both pretty upset, and Eddie was... It wasn't great that night. Over the next couple of days there were some pretty rough memes on the internet of Eddies face when that witch of a woman smacked the ball out of his hands, and there were some pretty tough jokes at our expense... but then there was a lot of sympathy too. A lot of people reached out to offer kind words and tell us how bad they felt for us, and then I got a phone call from you.” she explains meekly, Eddie holding her hand and waving to the fans smiling brightly.
“I imagine the internet can be a pretty vile place for someone who isn't used to being in the spotlight. It's tough for us sometimes too... but I knew after the last show I couldn't let what happened just be what it was, so I contacted the Board at the Foundation and pulled some things together for you guys to make up for the travesty that was 'Sonya Benson's Introduction' to the world of the WGWF.” John says with finger quotes mocking the superstar's actions at Relaunch.
“So... tonight... let me make it right.” John says as he motions to the top of the ramp, where the Citizen makes his way out of the curtain carrying several comically large rectangles of cardboard with him on his way down the ramp.
“You were supposed to win 1 million dollars from Sonya Benson. You're getting it.” John says as the crowd pops.
“We were supposed to match the donations dollar for dollar, so the New Breed Foundation is matching the 1 million dollar donation, and you're getting that as well.” John says as the crowd pops again.
“Also... after the show at Relaunch, we at the Foundation started a donation drive in your name to get your story out there and see what we could scrape up from the charitable among the fans out there, and those donations... after 2 weeks... as of this morning... are $765,483.00... and we are matching that as well as charitable donations for a total sum of $1,530,966.00, and a grand total of $3,530,966.00!” John says as the fans lose their minds. Norma starts crying, and Eddie is hopping around the ring like he's on a sugar buzz as the Citizen shows off the big checks and holds them with Norma for pictures.
“But wait... there's more!” John says with a wide smile as he points at Eddie.
“Eddie here plays on his middle school soccer team. They are not from a very economically strong town in the Midwest, and the school hasn't had the funds to update their uniforms, or the stands at the Arena they use to have games at in quite a while. The New Breed Foundation has made some contract deals with a few of our more charitable business partners, and we have arranged o have a brand new field and arena built for the school, and all new uniforms for all of their athletic teams for next year.” John announces as the fans go nuclear.
“In addition, you and Eddie have been added to my personal guest list whenever you can make it to the CCPE Arena for a show, concert, comedy act, magician spectacular, or any other show at the CCPE Arena, all expenses paid.” John keeps going.
“OH MY GOD.... I can't even... I don't... Thank you sooooo much!” Norma gushes at the charity laid before her after the last interaction, her emotions overwhelming her.
“No need to thank us... Thank you for allowing us here at the WGWF to make what happened to you right, and to make up for the treatment you suffered at the hands of Sonya Benson at Relaunch. Good luck to you, and I hope you enjoy the shows.” John says as he gives Norma and Eddie a hug, and the Citizen guides them out of the ring, back up the ramp and back to the backstage area as John paces the ring.
As the fans calm down, slowly realizing the show isn't over, John looks out over the crowd again bringing the mic towards his face.
“Now... I have shown... tonight... in this very ring... how charitable I can be. That charity has a limit, and it's about time that the locker room be made aware that they have tread on that fine line... and I 'm going to need them to tighten up.” John growls slowly into the mic as the audience wonders where this is headed.
“I heard a lot of tongues wagging in this ring at Relaunch about how so and so was going to win all the things and take the Gold around here... and how they were going to go through X Y and Z to do it... and not a single one of those mouths even thought about forming the words 'Johnathan Cable' when speaking about who they would need to fight to get to the mountaintop...” he says as he looks around the arena, his eyes predatory and hunting.
“Not a single one of them even considered the name of 'the Beast' important enough to bring up in the discussion of obstacles in their way towards the glory land of WGWF Championships... and I noticed.” John says as the words seeps from his lips.
“Know this... I am the one... the only... the quintessential threat to your surviving long enough to even sniff at WGWF Gold... and all of you have been warned. I proved to Bam how dangerous I am, and each and every one of you will find yourself across this canvas from the Beast... and this... this is my ring. Don't forget it.” John says as he drops the mic in the ring and rolls under the ropes heading back up the ramp.
The camera remains on the empty stage for a few moments after John disappears, and then slowly crossfades over to the commentary desk where we see Pro Wrestling Legend Centurion and James Ravens best friend Tyler Cage sitting in their seats and smiling into the camera.
TYLER CAGE: Boys and Baddies, welcome to MONDAY! NIGHT! BRAAAAAAAWL!
Centurion flinches slightly as Tyler screams loudly in his ear.
TYLER CAGE: Please join me in welcoming my partner, the icon; CENTURIOOOOON! That’s right, Centurion in this mutha f-
CENTURION: THANKS Tyler! I’m happy to be here, and calling this great card tonight.
TYLER CAGE: What about me? Aren’t you happy to be partnering with me?
CENTURION: Oh look, it’s time to get started!
The lights go out. The sounds of music and a snorting bull fill the arena as smoke rises from the stage. The lights return to the arena and Buster Gloves rises from the floor of the stage as the words "BUSTER GLOVES" play on the tron. "Burn" as played by Stabbing Westward plays along with the video on the screen.
A black and blue training mask attached to his face, Buster scans the audience. You can’t see many of his facial features, but it’s undoubtedly him, the Bull of the North. He checks his chin, by giving it two short punches with a black padded glove on his left hand. The letters W.I.F.E. (Wrestling is Forever) printed on the backside of it.
TYLER CAGE: He looks focused, Cent.
CENTURION: He’s been around the block. He’s made a name for himself in Level Up, but he’s been on plenty of big stages under plenty of bright lights. He’s here to do a job.
Buster descends the ramp high fiving kids, pointing to the upper deck, and bouncing his head to the music… when suddenly it fades out, and is replaced…
The arena goes dark as “Let the Bodies Hit the Floor” by Drowning Pool hits the P.A. system. The Punisher comes up from underneath the stage before an explosion of fire lights the ramp. The explosion knocks the lights back on as he stands at the top of the ramp before walking down to the ring, eyeing Buster Gloves the entire time.
TYLER CAGE: Je-SUS this guy is terrifying. Oh damn, was my mic on there? I meant… I could take him…
CENTURION: Let’s take it up to “The Big Ticket” Harvey Marx.
The Punisher stomps up the ring steps and through the ropes, all but ignoring the referee and staring down his opponent.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentlemen your opening contest LIVE from CCPE Arena in Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first in the corner to my left, he is making his WGWF debut... he is BUSTER GLOVES!
Applause from the crowd is heard as Buster throws up his right hand in the air.
"THE BIG TICKET" HARVEY MARX: His opponent, also making his WGWF debut, he is THE PUNISHER!
A mixed reception is heard as Harvey exits the ring leaving the referee to call for the opening bell.
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Match 1:
BUSTER GLOVES vs THE PUNISHER
Singles Match
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At the opening bell Buster Gloves makes his way out of his corner and attempts to take the centre of the mat, but the hulking behemoth that is The Punisher storms to the middle of the canvas with his fists up and ready for a fight. Buster hesitates and rethinks his strategy, beginning to slowly circle The Punisher and look for an opening. The Punisher is eager to press the action and throws a heavy right hand which Buster is able to block, but The Punisher swarms him and pushes him back into the corner. The Punisher presses a forearm into Busters face, bending him back over the ringpost and top rope before throwing a heavy knee into Busters midsection. He doubles Buster over and hurls him out of the corner and onto the mat, then climbs up to the second rope and leaps off with a heavy elbow drop.
Buster rolls out of the way and back to his feet, sucking in deep breaths and rubbing his midsection after that heavy knee. The Punisher is back to his feet and advances on Buster, but Gloves throws a quick teep kick that catches The Punisher in the chest and sends him stumbling back.
CENTURION: Buster charges forward with several quick chops to the chest of The Punisher, but The Punisher throws a wild haymaker!
Buster ducks underneath the punch and slides around behind The Punisher, wrapping his arms around The Punisher’s waist and wrestling him down to the mat! Buster pounces on The Punisher’s back, wrapping his arms around the throat of the bigger man and securing a tight rear naked choke! The Punisher flails wildly, reaching for the ropes but he’s isolated in the middle of the ring!
TYLER CAGE: Check on him, ref! He looks like he wants to tap! HASHTAG FREE BIG PUN!
With The Bull of the North still on his back, The Punisher pushes himself up to his hands and knees and climbs up to his feet. Buster Gloves hangs off him like a backpack, and his eyes open wide as The Punisher throws himself backwards to the mat and flattens Buster underneath him. The Punisher rolls over and hooks Busters leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Buster kicks out, squirming out from underneath The Punisher and rolling towards the ropes gasping for breath. He grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up to his knees, sucking wind before hauling himself up to his feet. He never sees The Punisher charging at him like a freight train, landing a running knee strike that sends Buster flipping over the ropes and crashing hard to the apron before collapsing to the floor below. The Punisher pops up, pounding his chest wildly before sprinting across the ring and off the far ropes. He slingshots back across the mat and hurls himself out of the ring with a suicide dive that smashes into Buster as he tries to struggle up to his feet.
The crowd explodes with boos as The Punisher takes out Gloves, trying to rally The Bull of the North back into this matchup. The Punisher stands slowly, having taken some damage himself with that dive, and he offers the crowd a vulgar gesture for their vocal disapproval.
CENTURION: The fans inside the CCPE Arena seem to have a distaste for The Punisher, and those in the front row are on their feet and letting him hear it. Hang on, is that…
TYLER CAGE: It’s John Cable! The Beast has made his way to ringside and he’s sitting with the crowd to watch the show!
John Cable smiles at The Punisher, who seems slightly surprised but mostly unfazed. He offers a vulgar gesture to The Beast as well and then turns back towards Buster Gloves… who’s on his feet and sliding back into the ring! Buster Gloves uses the distraction by John Cable to put some distance between himself and The Punisher, and a chance to recompose himself.
CENTURION: The Punisher slides into the ring behind Buster.
TYLER CAGE: Buster shoots for a double leg and tries to take Pun down, but he’s ready and stuffs it.
Buster pulls back lures The Punisher out to the middle of the ring before faking another double leg, and then clinching up and using a quick flip of his hips to judo toss The Punisher through the air and flat to the mat! Buster latches onto Punisher’s wrist and locks in an armbar! Punisher flails, and his arm seemingly hyperextends before he’s able to roll over and use his free hand to pummel Buster into releasing him! Buster covers up to protect from the ground and pound, and The Punisher grabs his legs and with an incredible display of strength deadlifts Buster Gloves up into the air and power bombs him down to the mat! The canvas shakes violently as the crowd gasps and jeers loudly. The Punisher confidently covers the Bull of the North.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
CENTURION: SHOULDER UP!
TYLER CAGE: BUSTER GLOVES KICKS OUT!
The crowd explodes wildly, chanting Busters name as The Punisher complains to the referee about the speed of the count. The fans transition to booing The Punisher loudly.
CENTURION: These fans really HATE The Punisher.
TYLER CAGE: His own parents hated him, Cent, why should these fans be any different?
The Punisher turns back to Buster as he’s climbing to his feet. He reaches out to tie up with his opponent, but Buster steps back and delivers a powerful low kick that nearly buckles The Punishers knee. Buster chops Punisher hard across the chest, then delivers another low kick to the same leg. The Punisher manages to grab ahold of Buster before he can get off another kick and wraps him in a tight bearhug before hurling him with a powerful belly to belly suplex. Buster skids into the corner and rolls over to his knees as The Punisher stands and rubs his knee gingerly. He charges into the corner and leaps into the air for a running turnbuckle splash…
CENTURION: Buster is ready for it! He pops up to his feet and counters The Punisher with a Pop-Up European uppercut!
TYLER CAGE: The Punisher is stunned! Buster lunges out of the corner with a quick liver kick! He crumples The Punisher and ties him up while he’s doubled over!
CENTURION: He’s looking for a standing d’arce choke!
TYLER CAGE: The Soul Crusher!
The Punisher drops to the mat as Buster squeezes the life out of him, and Buster quickly rolls him over into an awkward position… his shoulders are flat! The Punisher struggles furiously to kickout and breath as the referee slides into position!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL:
BUSTER GLOVES
CENTURION: Gloves gets the victory! What a match! What a way to start BRAWL!
Buster Gloves slides off of The Punisher quickly and rolls to his feet. The Punisher, face still red after nearly being choked out, looks furious as he motions to the ref with two fingers and accuses him of a quick pin result.
TYLER CAGE: I don’t know Cent, maybe a controversial finish. Pun thinks his shoulder was up.
CENTURION: That’s right, you can see in the replay here. The one, two, three count and Punisher getting that shoulder up just a half second too late. Good, clean, win there by the Bull of the North, Buster Gloves.
The referee holds the wrist of Buster Glove in the centre of the ring while the Punisher makes his way to the ropes, and he throws up the arm of The Bull of the North.
Suddenly, from the side of the screen, The Punisher blindsides Buster with a vicious shot to the face with a foreign object. Buster doesn’t have time to protect himself and takes the tip of the object to his left eye.
CENTURION: Oh good lord!
TYLER CAGE: This is why we can’t have nice things, Cent!
Another barrage of attacks with the weapon.
CENTURION: Get somebody out here and handle this malarkey. This is ridiculous. We start the night with a banger of a match and now this.
TYLER CAGE: I dunno. I think it’s kind of fun.
Smiling, Punisher drops to the mat and rolls out the ring, weapon in hand. He makes his way to the timekeeper's table. He grabs a mic as the pretty timekeeper flees.
CENTURION: You can see in the replay here. Punisher with the foregin object. I’ve been told that he calls this thing, the ‘Crozius Arcanum’. Whatever the hell that means.
TYLER CAGE: Looks like a club with a pointy cross.
CENTURION: Because that’s what it is, Ty. Either way, you see the pointy edges of the cross catch Buster right in the corner of the eye there. This looks pretty damn serious.
The referee attends to the bloodied Buster Gloves who is curled up in the fetal position clutching his face. Massive boos from the crowd.
The Punisher tests the mic twice by thumping on it.
THE PUNISHER: This thing on? Hello? Well how about that folks? Did you like that?... BUSTER! I will haunt your dreams. You will not be able to sleep knowing I'm out there seeking revenge on you. It will impact your family, friends and your career. You might be celebrating a victory tonight, but it will cost you everything in the future I promise you. This is not the last time you will hear from me. You're about to see the full extent of why I'm The Punisher. If I were you, I'd take a bus to your hotel. You know, just in case something is wrong with your car, it would be a tragedy if something bad happened to you. THIS IS NOT THE END. IT'S JUST THE BEGINNING!!!!!
A wicked smile appears on his face as The Punisher, flips the mic in the air and lets it land on the stage before turning his back and heading backstage.
Returning to CCPE Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada continues on...
The intro to "Mi Gente" begins to play getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana, looking as good as ever and flashing that million-dollar smile of his. The crowd gives a mostly positive response to one of the newest starts of the WGWF.
TYLER CAGE: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring, hailing from one of his latest parties, "Cholo" Giovanni Santana!
Cholo has his favorite drink of choice in his hand as he makes his way to the ring, having a few exchanges with the fans, all in good fun. He puts his drink down underneath one of the bottom turnbuckles and before he walks up the steel steps, he stops to chit chat with a few of the female fans on the front row.
CENTURION: Here comes one of our newer superstars, who had a successful debut at our return show.
TYLER CAGE: If by successful you mean stealing the win from Strader.
CENTURION: A win is a win. I will admit however that I don’t know much about Santana, but just from the little I’ve seen from last week and his promo work, he seems to love wrestling, love to party, and the ladies.
TYLER CAGE: The party he threw in Vegas 2 weeks ago when he became part owner of a new Casino was off the hook.
CENTURION: Oh yeah? You were invited?
TYLER CAGE: Um, no, but heard it was.
After making them laugh, Cholo runs up the steps, wipes his shoes, always respecting the ring, then gets inside and grabs his drink. He walks towards the middle of the ring, nodding his head to the beat of the catchy song, making his afro wave back and forth. Some of the fans get into it, especially the ladies and Cholo points and winks to some. He gets a mic handed to him as his music dies down, he is all smiles as he greets the Las Vegas crowd.
CHOLO: Mi gente de la lucha libre… WHAT IS UP?!
The crowd gives a nice pop.
CHOLO: Y donde estan los Latinos?!
The Hispanic fans in attendance cheer loudly, Las Vegas known for having a large Hispanic community.
CHOLO: Before Cholo gets started let him wish all of you a happy Hispanic Heritage Month!
The Latinos again cheer loudly but the rest of the crowd gives a respectful reaction as well.
CHOLO: Now look, Cholo hasn’t come out here to bore you all with a long speech. He will not pull a Sonia Benson on you…
Some of the crowd laughs and some cheer.
CHOLO: Cholo knows you paid hard earned money to see wrestling and wrestling is what you’re going to get tonight. Chris page gave Cholo this space to talk to you guys but Cholo really only has one thing to say or rather, address, and that is what happened at the end of Cholo’s match last week when James Raven came out with the beautiful television championship.
A quick clip is shown of what happened at the end of the match.
The crowd in the arena give a mix reaction, but some boos are deserved, and a small but brief ‘you deserve it!’ chant gets started.
CHOLO: As you can see by Cholo’s reaction, he is smiling as he shrugs at the GM because it is quite simple…If James Raven wanted to give Cholo the title right there and then, Cholo would have accepted because he would have earned it after winning that fatal-four-way match… BUT, if he didn’t, and he doesn’t, hey that’s cool too. He feels like Cholo is not ready and Cholo can trust a man who is considered by many as the G.O.A.T. Cholo also trusts Señor Page who appointed him the general manager, they know what they are doing so it’s cool amigos.
He pauses to take a sip of his drink.
CHOLO: Mi Gente Cholo is gonna keep coming out here show in and show out, to wrestle his behind off for all of you and put in the best matches that Cholo possibly can and earning himself that television championship or even better, since it is Hispanic Heritage month, how about having a Hispanic as your NEW Intercontinental Champion?!
Huge pop from the crowd who is buying everything Cholo is selling.
CHOLO: Sounds nice, doesn’t it? But again, whatever our General Manager thinks is best is good with Cholo, but make no mistake about it mi gente, I have my eyes set on both of those titles. Raven says those titles are the ones many great past WGWF Superstars used to catapult themselves to the top and Cholo want to honor those from the past, and follow on their footsteps. But Cholo can’t do it alone, if Cholo wants to win any title here in this great promotion, he is going to need for each one of you out there in this arena and those watching at home to be in Cholo’s corner. Cholo wants to become a champion, sure, but more important for Cholo is to become the Champion of the People. So, what do you say mi gente? Are you down with Cholo?!
The crowd again cheers loudly.
CHOLO: Well, Cholo is also down with you! So, until Cholo gets some gold around his waist, there really is only one thing to do, and you know what that is mi gente?
Some of the crowd who has been following Cholo for a while answer right away with… “PARTY!”.
CHOLO: Exactly, so let’s get ready to rumbaaaa!
Cholo’s music plays again and the crowd cheers loudly. Cholo drops the mic and heads to one of the turnbuckles where he climbs it and points to all his fans in attendance. He finishes his drink and then hops out of the ring, stopping by the nice-looking females in the front row and inviting them to the back. They both reply excitedly, and security guards help them over the guardrail, then Cholo takes them to the back with one at each arm.
CENTURION: I think I like this kid Tyler.
TYLER CAGE: I don’t, I hate happy-go-lucky guys who pander to the fans and want their approval badly. But will forgo all of that if he invites me to one of his famous parties.
CENTURION: While you pander over that invitation we will be right back with Atara Raven vs Shay vs Sonya Benson!
When we cut back to the ring we find announcer extraordinaire Denise Essex standing dead center and looking ravishing as always. Sporting a somber expression, she raises a hand and speaks.
DENISE ESSEX: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time we at WGWF would like for you to all rise and pay your respects to Pam D’Monium as we give her the ten bell salute. We ask that you please be silent during the bell tolls out of respect to Pam D’monium’s family who are present.
The feed cuts to Pam’s daughter Tammy in the front row. She’s already wiping tears. Then the World’s Greatest Titantron goes about a picture gallery as the tolls begin.
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
Suddenly..
“Shatter Me” cranks up, prematurely ending the ten bell salute to the departed local legend. The crowd is absolutely LIVID already despite the harlot whom the song heralds being absent for the moment. Their hatred builds as her entourage emerges consisting of the gigantic Smith and her manager Norris who’re followed by numerous hirelings carrying assortments of flowers. Norris, most noticeably, has the VWF Women’s Championship held over his head, the title last worn by Pam herself, but now in custody of Sonya and her entourage upon her victory over Pam.
Tyler Cage: You’ve got to be kidding me! She can’t do this!
Centurion: The bitch doesn’t have a soul. There’s nothing left in there. I swear! The day her brother died she died too!
When Smith gives the all clear signal Sonya Benson surfaces to a response so heated it carries a physical presence to it. Centurion and Tyler can be heard saying some things, but the crowd’s jeering and unclean word hurling drowns them out. The Virtuous Villainess adjusts her classy all black pantsuit and boasts a confident demeanor as she trots down the aisle toward the ring. No matter how loud the fan greeting is, she no sells it which triggers them more.
The only person she doesn’t no-sell in the CCPE arena is her dad, Randall, who watches on in horror from John Cable’s luxury box. She eyes him with a measure of contempt as she continues her trek to the squared circle.
When the group reaches ringside, the flower carrying hirelings make their way toward Pam’s grieving daughter Tammy and she takes the thoughtful gifts but with a confused look on her face. Meanwhile, Sonya moves up the ringsteps, not giving Tammy the courtesy of personal interaction. Norris wipes down the ring ropes with a sanitary wipe and escorts the Rich Bitch into the squared hell along with Smith. Denise hands the microphone to Norris upon her exit, and he wipes it down with a sanitary wipe before depositing it into the delicate hand of Sonya Benson.
Vociferous, varied chants arise, most noticeably “YOU’RE A CUNT” and “YOU KILLED PAM”. Benson’s jaw tightens but she holds her poise, politely resting her hands behind her back until finally the chants die out from necessity.
Sonya Benson: You’re all class, Vegas. All class and it’s all low. There’s a grieving woman in the audience and you yell such foul stuff. The gaul! Be that as it may be, I’m here to clear the air about Pam D’monium’s death. I know you’re asking why I haven’t handed over the VWF Women’s Championship to Pam’s daughter. Well, honestly I feel like it should be carried on among us in the living, as an everlasting tribute to Pam.
Sonya nods at her own words, as if convincing herself of it.
Sonya Benson: Nobody is more torn up about her passing than me. I know that sounds odd coming from someone like me who led a crusade to crush pro wrestling and all its wrestlers. I get it. Pam was different though. I felt a kinship with her. That old lady marched down that ramp at 88 years old knowing she’d likely lose just by the sheer age difference alone. Against all odds she stepped into this very ring and competed against me with passion and heart and fire. And boy let me tell you, she had me at first, not gonna lie. Like her, I also go into battle against all odds everytime, just like I will tonight in my handicap match. Like her, I bravely fight with heart and passion and fire.
Tyler Cage: And cowardice!
Centurion: And with numbers advantage!
The crowd isn’t buying her bullshit but she continues selling it.
Sonya Benson: She stood up for what she believed in despite the insurmountable odds. Like her, I stand up for my beliefs despite constant bullying and beatings from the knuckle-draggers. For these reasons I paid for all her funeral and burial expenses. WGWF didn’t. I did. James Raven didn’t. I did. John Cable didn’t. I did. Lexi Gold didn’t. I did. My ‘dear old daaaaaad’ didn’t. I did. It was the least I could do for a woman as courageous as me.”
The fans are incensed at her seemingly oblivious backhanded compliments as she takes to a graceful pace about the ring, her steps marked with a posture of regality.
”Now, the medical professionals said her death was of natural causes. She died peacefully in her sleep. No pain. There were no problems with her physical or mental faculties leading to this according to them. Hmm. Interesting.
She stops and wags a finger all-knowingly.
Sonya Benson: I disagree. She did have a problem. That problem was you.
She turns on a heel and thrusts an accusatory finger-point at the lens of the hard camera, blaming those watching at home.
Sonya Benson: And you..
She moves in a 360 circle while pointing that same judgemental finger at those in attendance tonight.
Sonya Benson: And them..
She points to the backstage area.
Sonya Benson: Her problem was believing in you and wanting to perform in front of you disgusting, many chinned, pizza faced human grease pellets. Her problem was confiding in the wrestlers in the back who didn’t have her well-being in mind, otherwise they would have convinced her not to compete. Her problem was Chris Page and James Raven not giving a hoot about her welfare. They were the last line of defense for her, but they’re greedy. It was a win-win for them. If I beat her, they could bill me as even a more deplorable person. If she beat me, they could troll me relentlessly forever. They could have said no, full stop, but they didn’t. But you know something? That’s not the biggest problem she had. Nu-uh. That honor belongs to.. you!
Sonya spins on her heels and thrusts that accusation slinging finger directly at Pam’s grieving daughter in the front row. Not missing a beat, Sonya exits the ring with entourage in tow, and approaches the standing and emotionally devastated Tammy D’Monium.
Sonya Benson: Pam would have listened to you if nobody else. Instead of talking her out of it, you let her do it. She could have died in this ring. Sure, the doctor said she didn’t die of a medical abnormality or anything of the sort, but sometimes people die of things that can’t be determined by doctors. A broken heart. A broken spirit. I think both of those are what killed her, Tammy. See, I didn’t just defeat your mother, I humiliated her. Every cheer she ever had, every autograph she ever signed, every fan she ever hugged, every title she ever won, every moment she ever overcame the odds in the ring are all the things I ripped away from her in one fell swoop. I took her pride. I took her integrity. I took her legacy.
Benson inches closer to the now sobbing mess of a 50 year old woman. Despite the protests from the fans, Sonya gazes with complete disgust at Tammy and continues.
Sonya Benson: When your mom closed her eyes that fateful night she didn’t want to wake up in the morning. She didn’t want to live another day knowing she wasted 65 years of her life on nothing. Tammy, deep down inside, we both know your mom WILLED herself to die.
The fans are in an upheaval and event security is having a harder time controlling the ones nearest to Sonya and her entourage. At last Sonya’s eyes drift away from Tammy’s and she sneers at the fans around them, then finally they look up and rest upon her father’s menacing stare.
Sonya Benson: Dad, I know you say kicking a person while they’re done is bad business practice, but I’m truly not doing that right now. I’m actually kicking her while she’s standing up.
*CRRRAACCCKK*
Sonya’s superkick comes fast and violent, a blur, uncharacteristic given her novice abilities. The blow lands flush though, an audible “pop” reverberating in the arena as Tammy’s chin is impacted. The kick propels Tammy backwards into an involuntary plop into her chair, and she slumps off it a moment later, falling into the shins and arms of alarmed fans. All hell breaks loose now. Centurion and Tyler are lambasting Sonya at a fever pitch. Event security nearly gets overrun by pissed off fans nearby but they manage to hold them long enough for Sonya and her crew to retreat up the ramp and disappear from view.
The feed switches to the luxury booth, and it shows an irate Randall Benson, face redder than an apple, furiously slamming a hammefist against the glass, while his two senator friends gaze with wide eyed looks of “WTF!”
Returning to CCPE Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada.
The honeyed rasp of Atara's voice blares over the facility's PA in unison with those words appearing on the multitude of screens and displays littering the arena.
HELLO DOVES
The crowd pops and gets to their feet shouting in near total unison a single word.
OPA!
Arena lights start to pulse in time with the music and multiple vertical streams of pyro erupt across the front of stage. Strutting with purpose Atara emerges from the back taking spot centerstage atop the ramp. Posing for the camera, a wink and kiss is given to the viewers at home.
Grunge walking to the ringsteps, she climbs and stops at the top to posture again for her adoring public. Hand on her hip, the Grecian moves to the middle of the apron to blows a final kiss to the camera and enters the ring through the middle rope.
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] It’s about time I see my besties wife in action! Look at how majestic Atara is looking tonight.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] She’s the real deal.
Guitars start to play as Anouk's Nobody's wife starts to play the tron just flashes in different shades of gray to black with in bold white lettering the name Shay. She comes out of the curtained area and methodically walks to the ring and as the guitars pick up and begin to rock she holds her arms out and smirks devilishly. She makes her way to the ring and walks up the steel steps and simply steps through the ropes. She does not pose or posture but goes to the corner and awaits the start of the match.
TYLER CAGE: She’s a prime candidate for the Baddie Section.
We cut to “The Big Ticket” Harvey Marx standing in the center of the ring.
“THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following Triple Threat Contest is one fall to a finish; introducing first, she is ATARA RAVEN!
The crowd roars in approval.
"THE BIG TICKET" HARVEY MARX: Her opponent... She is SHAY!
Another ovation from the crowd is heard.
"THE BIG TICKET" HARVEY MARX: And finally, SONYA BENSON!
The roof explodes with massive boos as Sonya eyes her opposition.
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Match 2:
SONYA BENSON vs SHAY vs ATARA THEMIS
Triple Threat Match
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At the opening bell Shay moves towards the middle of the ring while Atara stays in her corner and eyes the competition. Sonya Benson, on the other hand, quickly drops to the canvas and rolls underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring. Safely on the floor, Sonya walks slowly around the outside and motions for Shay and Atara Raven to get to it. The crowd boos Sonya loudly, showering her with chants of “coward” and much much worse, but she simply shakes it off and continues to watch the action.
CENTURION: Sonya struts right past John Cable as he continues to sit in that front row with the fans.
TYLER CAGE: Damn! Look at that stink eye! He’s staring daggers through her!
Back in the ring Shay looks at Atara and points out at Benson, shrugging her shoulders. Why does she get away without having to do any work? Atara nods her head and slowly steps through the ropes, dropping down to the floor a few yards away from Benson. Sonya’s eyes widen and she spins on her heel, turning and jogging the opposite direction as Shay rolls out of the ring to cut her off. Sonya signals for a timeout, but Shay grabs her and hurls her viciously into the fan barricade. Sonya crumples to the floor as Atara makes her way around the ring to join the action. Shay lifts Sonya to her feet and hurls her towards Atara who hits a spinning elbow and flattens Benson on the floor. Atara and Shay both lift Sonya up and roll her back into the ring, but Sonya continues rolling all the way across the canvas and underneath the bottom rope on the other side and drops back to the floor as her opponents get back inside.
TYLER CAGE: Whooooooooo boy, Shay and Atty look pissed.
CENTURION: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but to defend Sonya Benson this is looking exactly like the handicap match that she was predicting it to be.
With Sonya seemingly out of action, Shay turns her attention to Atara who is already on guard. Shay lunges forward with a quick right hand which Atara parries before firing off a snapping kick to the midsection. Atara charges forward and immediately looks to land The Judgement of Paris but Shay sees it coming and spins out of the way as Atara sails harmlessly past. Shay wraps Atara up around the waist and hits an exploder suplex that sends her across the ring. Shay scampers after her for a quick cover!
ONE!
TW-
Atara Raven gets a shoulder up to the delight of the crowd!
Shay hauls Atara up to her feet and sends her off the ropes, hip tossing her off the rebound and pouncing atop her for another quick cover as the referee drops back into position!
ONE!
T-
Atara kicks out again, pushing Shay off the top of her and rolling back to her feet. Shay rolls up to her feet in front of her, and Atara drills her with a question mark kick!
CRAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAACK!
Her shin bounces of Shay’s temple and drops her to the mat.
CENTURION: That was beautiful! She faked a body kick, then swung her leg up and around and landed clean to the skull!
TYLER CAGE: OFF DA DOME PIECE SON!
Before Atara can capitalize, Sonya Benson reaches underneath the bottom rope and trips her up. Atara spins around and eyes Sonya, cursing at her in Greek as Benson quickly backs away from the ring and to a safe distance before cursing back. The crowd boos loudly, John Cable even rising to his feet in the front row and offering a disapproving thumbs down. Atara shakes her head and turns back to Shay… and Atara eats a heavy clothesline! Shay was up and ready for her and Raven gets flattened as Shay grabs hold of her ankle.
Ankle lock!
Shay gets it locked in, but Atty grabs the bottom rope and pulls herself underneath it to the apron as Shay is forced to let her go. Sonya Benson rushes forward, grabbing Atara by the hair and pulling her viciously from the apron to the floor and flailing at her with open palm slaps. Atara covers up, shifting her hips and using her long legs to wrap Sonya in a jiu-jitsu guard. Sonya doesn’t realise the potential danger and continues to attack, but soon Atara catches one of her arms and transitions to an armbar!
CENTURION: Sonya is tapping immediately!
TYLER CAGE: I can’t see her, does she know that you can’t tap on the floor like that?!
CENTURION: I don’t know, but I’m telling you… she’s tapping!
Atara rolls over to her stomach, flattening Sonya Benson on the floor and wrenching that arm! Shay is out of the ring quickly and stomps Atara viciously. Why waste all of this action outside of the ring where it doesn’t even count? She drags Atara off of Sonya and throws her back inside the ring. She turns to grab Sonya as well, but Sonya clutches her arm and pushes back across the floor and away from Shay.
SONYA BENSON: Don’t touch me, you brute! I need medical attention!
Shay stares at her.
SONYA BENSON: Medic! Medic!
Shay sighs and turns back towards the ring, sliding inside to join Atara Raven. A backstage physician makes his way quickly to ringside to check on Sonya Benson, and John Cable stands up in his ringside seat to make sure theres nothing foul afoot. Shay stands up near the ropes and Atara is waiting for her! She charges forward, once more looking for The Judgement of Paris! Atara leaps with her flying bicycle kick, and for the second time tonight Shay is prepared for it! She ducks down, and lifts Atara up and over the ropes!
CENTURION: Atara misses her flying knee and crashes over the top! That looked brutal!
TYLER CAGE: She clipped Shay, though! Shay is wobbly! She didn’t dodge it clean!
Shay drops to a knee, and suddenly Sonya Benson pushes the medic away from her outside the ring with both arms and sends him sprawling. She slides into the ring and lines up Shay…
CENTURION: CANDICE SENDS HER REGARDS!
Shay is down!
Sonya with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL :
SONYA BENSON
The crowd boos furiously as Sonya Benson rolls off of Shay and demands that the referee lift her arm in victory. He grabs her wrist, and she shouts at him to grab her other arm after Atara so viciously destroyed that one. The crowd boos even louder as the referee grabs her “uninjured” arm and lifts it into the air. Shay seems to be recovering quickly, and furious. Atara Raven is on her feet on the outside of the ring, and looks furious as well.
“Malaka” she mutters.
CENTURION: Handicap match or not, it doesn’t matter.
TYLER CAGE: Sonya Benson pulled it off. She bad.
With the fans still jeering loudly, we fade away from ringside.
We fade to a view of a park. It is unclear the location of it, but it had many children running around, screaming and playing on the playground equipment, then we heard the sound of a woman humming approaching close by. Those sounds belonged to Lexi Gold, who the camera panned over to. She is seen pushing a pink baby carriage along the pavement, replacing her ring attire in which we normally see her in with a Liz Lisa pink flowy lace dress, ruffled socks and pink platform heels. She finds a bench to sit down at and parks her carriage next to her, assuming there is a baby inside of it. She smiles at the camera and rests her hands on her lap.
“What a nice evening isn't it? Everyone out here seems to be having fun and if anyone knows me will tell you I'm the definition of fun, but can be serious when needed too. Last time you saw me on WGWF television I came up short in the fatal four way match on the debut show, but fear not, because there will be plenty of time for me to make an impression on the audience. Perhaps you are impressed as we speak, or just curious for me to uncover more layers to my name.”
She looks around at her surroundings, thinking about how she could describe herself for those unfamiliar with her name, before smiling and returning her eyes to the camera.
“My layers are laid out differently than most people you will meet. While I'm normal in that I compete in the ring just like everyone else, I also rely on things people might not find so normal as my support system and what makes me happy. My BABIES for example..”
She turns the carriage around and her snakes pop their heads up all at once and flicker their tongues, sporting the WGWF merch as they remain in the carriage.
“They have seen me go through terrible shit and good shit too, and would go to hell and back for them. There is no bond quite like ours, then there are my dolls…. my sweet, beautiful dolls. They may not say anything, and I'm fine with that as long as they listen and keep me company. However, there is one doll that stands out from the rest.”
She plays with her hair and twirls it before continuing on with her story.
“My grandma's spirit is inside the doll. I am sure you are wondering, is it a good spirit, or a bad one? She is a good one, at least from my experience. Unfortunately, she's gotten stolen from me, and I'm still looking for her, but once I find her I'm sure she would love to make an appearance and say hi to all you WGWF loyalists.”
A random lady and her child walked by them. They take notice of the situation. The kid took an interest in the snakes, but the same couldn't be said for the lady, as she shook her head in disgust and continued to walk away. Lexi watched it happen, not bothered by it in the slightest.
“This is the kind of situation I witness on the daily. If only that woman took herself out of her bubble for a moment and had an interaction with the snakes it might change her outlook on life, but that's the unfortunate thing with society and wrestling, some people are too stuck in their own little bubbles and afraid to try new things out. I'm hoping I can help change that while continuing to live out my dream as a professional wrestler. I have so many aspirations in the WGWF, and people I'd love to face moving forward, but I'm taking the baby step approach and whatever comes to me, comes to me. I'll handle it my way, of course, but for now just keep my words in mind.”
She got up from the bench and continued to push the carriage along, and resumed her humming sounds as the scene fades.
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Alright, we return you to Monday Night Brawl.
The lights in the arena dim as the catchy mid-nineties opening riff of “I’m Just A Girl” hit’s the p.a. system. The WGWFTron lights up with a platinum crown in the middle of the tron flashing off and on as Victoria Strader steps out from behind the curtain to a chorus of cheers and some boos.~
//Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed, and it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know exactly where I stand?
This world is forcing me to hold your hand\\
~Victoria looks out at the crowd and breathes in the atmosphere.~
//Cause I'm just a girl, a little ol' me
Well, don't let me out of your sight
Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh, I've had it up to here\\
//The moment that I step outside
So many reasons for me to run and hide
I can't do the little things I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things that I fear\\
~Victoria hops on the apron, wiping her boots on the apron before stepping through the middle rope.~
//‘ Cause I'm just a girl, I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive late at night
Oh, I'm just a girl, guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare with their eyes \\
Victoria leans back into her corners turnbuckle preparing herself mentally for competition.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Strader looked really good two weeks ago, and some might say she could have or should have left with the victory. Can she bounce back? We’re about to find out.
Ace emerges out to the top of the ramp followed by his manager Vittore Costa ignoring the boos from the crowd as he starts to make his way toward the ring. Ace enters the ring waiting for the ring introduction.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MAX: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with. Currently in the ring, she is VICTORIA STRADER!
The crowd pops for Strader who gazes across the ring at her opponent.
"THE BIG TICKET" HARVEY MARX: Her opponent, in the corner to my right... JOSEPH "ACE" BUONGIORNO!
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Match 3:
10.10.22
CCPE ARENA
VELVET RABBIT LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
SOLD OUT- 15,000
Opening Segment:
John “The Beast” Cable
"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 and stands in the center of the ring, buttoning his sleek, gray suit jacket to the wild cheers of the fans. He straightens his black tie as he leans forward to take a mic from the ring valet as he smiles to the crowd and waves at a pack of kids in New Breed Foundation Tee Shirts hanging over the rails at ringside. He spends a moment soaking in the adulation of the fans, and turns slowly in the middle of the ring with his arms spread wide.
“What a bunch of fans the WGWF has, am I right?” he says as the fans cheer even louder then before.
“No seriously... sold out shows... merch sales through the roof... no limit in sight of where we can go with fans like you all out there. Seriously.” he says again as his smile fades a bit and the tone shifts as the fans feel the mood change and start to settle down and get in their seats to find out where this is headed.
“That's why what happened last week in this very ring was so horrific... so terrible... so vile... because the fans of the WGWF are the lifeblood of the locker room and the entire company... and last week... Sonya Benson did something reprehensible. “ John says as he looks out over the crowd and a scowl smears itself across bearded mug.
“What Sonya Benson did here at Relaunch was truly one of the most heinous acts I have ever seen committed in the name of greed and power, and I wrestled against MDK for long enough to see some real depravity.” John jokes as the crowd pops at the mention of the WGWF Legend.
“So... since I know asking her to make it right is a not only a waste of my time, but of my breath, I am just going to rectify this atrocity myself. Evil prevails when good men stand by and do nothing to make right the destruction cause by those who care little for others, and I am definitely not one to sit idly by while bullies and assholes overrun the meek and innocent.” John explains as he looks out over the sea of faces in attendance.
“At this time, please welcome back to the WGWF Ring, Ms. Norma and Eddie McDevitt!!!” John announces as the entire crowd pops off and shoots to their feet at once.
Little Eddie pops out of the curtain first, waving with both arms to the crowd who just eats up the little guy and waves back in unison. His mom, Norma follows, shyly, still sort of embarrassed by the last appearance here in Vegas. Eddie grabs his mom's hand and rushes her down the ramp towards the ring, and then up the stairs as the crowd still cheers like crazy. John steps through the ropes and makes a large gap for them to enter the ring near the stairs, and then holds out his hand to them both to steady their way in before they all three stand in the middle of the ring.
“Mrs. McDevitt, a couple of weeks ago, you were overjoyed to come here with Eddie and enjoy a fabulous night of family wrestling entertainment, where you then won the lottery for the Benson Bucks Raffle, of which I was offering to match the donations dollar for dollar. How did what happened here last show effect you and your son in the last two weeks?” John asks softly before holding the mic out for her to reply.
“Well, that night, we missed the entire show. I just couldn't... I couldn't stay after that. We were both pretty upset, and Eddie was... It wasn't great that night. Over the next couple of days there were some pretty rough memes on the internet of Eddies face when that witch of a woman smacked the ball out of his hands, and there were some pretty tough jokes at our expense... but then there was a lot of sympathy too. A lot of people reached out to offer kind words and tell us how bad they felt for us, and then I got a phone call from you.” she explains meekly, Eddie holding her hand and waving to the fans smiling brightly.
“I imagine the internet can be a pretty vile place for someone who isn't used to being in the spotlight. It's tough for us sometimes too... but I knew after the last show I couldn't let what happened just be what it was, so I contacted the Board at the Foundation and pulled some things together for you guys to make up for the travesty that was 'Sonya Benson's Introduction' to the world of the WGWF.” John says with finger quotes mocking the superstar's actions at Relaunch.
“So... tonight... let me make it right.” John says as he motions to the top of the ramp, where the Citizen makes his way out of the curtain carrying several comically large rectangles of cardboard with him on his way down the ramp.
“You were supposed to win 1 million dollars from Sonya Benson. You're getting it.” John says as the crowd pops.
“We were supposed to match the donations dollar for dollar, so the New Breed Foundation is matching the 1 million dollar donation, and you're getting that as well.” John says as the crowd pops again.
“Also... after the show at Relaunch, we at the Foundation started a donation drive in your name to get your story out there and see what we could scrape up from the charitable among the fans out there, and those donations... after 2 weeks... as of this morning... are $765,483.00... and we are matching that as well as charitable donations for a total sum of $1,530,966.00, and a grand total of $3,530,966.00!” John says as the fans lose their minds. Norma starts crying, and Eddie is hopping around the ring like he's on a sugar buzz as the Citizen shows off the big checks and holds them with Norma for pictures.
“But wait... there's more!” John says with a wide smile as he points at Eddie.
“Eddie here plays on his middle school soccer team. They are not from a very economically strong town in the Midwest, and the school hasn't had the funds to update their uniforms, or the stands at the Arena they use to have games at in quite a while. The New Breed Foundation has made some contract deals with a few of our more charitable business partners, and we have arranged o have a brand new field and arena built for the school, and all new uniforms for all of their athletic teams for next year.” John announces as the fans go nuclear.
“In addition, you and Eddie have been added to my personal guest list whenever you can make it to the CCPE Arena for a show, concert, comedy act, magician spectacular, or any other show at the CCPE Arena, all expenses paid.” John keeps going.
“OH MY GOD.... I can't even... I don't... Thank you sooooo much!” Norma gushes at the charity laid before her after the last interaction, her emotions overwhelming her.
“No need to thank us... Thank you for allowing us here at the WGWF to make what happened to you right, and to make up for the treatment you suffered at the hands of Sonya Benson at Relaunch. Good luck to you, and I hope you enjoy the shows.” John says as he gives Norma and Eddie a hug, and the Citizen guides them out of the ring, back up the ramp and back to the backstage area as John paces the ring.
As the fans calm down, slowly realizing the show isn't over, John looks out over the crowd again bringing the mic towards his face.
“Now... I have shown... tonight... in this very ring... how charitable I can be. That charity has a limit, and it's about time that the locker room be made aware that they have tread on that fine line... and I 'm going to need them to tighten up.” John growls slowly into the mic as the audience wonders where this is headed.
“I heard a lot of tongues wagging in this ring at Relaunch about how so and so was going to win all the things and take the Gold around here... and how they were going to go through X Y and Z to do it... and not a single one of those mouths even thought about forming the words 'Johnathan Cable' when speaking about who they would need to fight to get to the mountaintop...” he says as he looks around the arena, his eyes predatory and hunting.
“Not a single one of them even considered the name of 'the Beast' important enough to bring up in the discussion of obstacles in their way towards the glory land of WGWF Championships... and I noticed.” John says as the words seeps from his lips.
“Know this... I am the one... the only... the quintessential threat to your surviving long enough to even sniff at WGWF Gold... and all of you have been warned. I proved to Bam how dangerous I am, and each and every one of you will find yourself across this canvas from the Beast... and this... this is my ring. Don't forget it.” John says as he drops the mic in the ring and rolls under the ropes heading back up the ramp.
The camera remains on the empty stage for a few moments after John disappears, and then slowly crossfades over to the commentary desk where we see Pro Wrestling Legend Centurion and James Ravens best friend Tyler Cage sitting in their seats and smiling into the camera.
TYLER CAGE: Boys and Baddies, welcome to MONDAY! NIGHT! BRAAAAAAAWL!
Centurion flinches slightly as Tyler screams loudly in his ear.
TYLER CAGE: Please join me in welcoming my partner, the icon; CENTURIOOOOON! That’s right, Centurion in this mutha f-
CENTURION: THANKS Tyler! I’m happy to be here, and calling this great card tonight.
TYLER CAGE: What about me? Aren’t you happy to be partnering with me?
CENTURION: Oh look, it’s time to get started!
The lights go out. The sounds of music and a snorting bull fill the arena as smoke rises from the stage. The lights return to the arena and Buster Gloves rises from the floor of the stage as the words "BUSTER GLOVES" play on the tron. "Burn" as played by Stabbing Westward plays along with the video on the screen.
A black and blue training mask attached to his face, Buster scans the audience. You can’t see many of his facial features, but it’s undoubtedly him, the Bull of the North. He checks his chin, by giving it two short punches with a black padded glove on his left hand. The letters W.I.F.E. (Wrestling is Forever) printed on the backside of it.
TYLER CAGE: He looks focused, Cent.
CENTURION: He’s been around the block. He’s made a name for himself in Level Up, but he’s been on plenty of big stages under plenty of bright lights. He’s here to do a job.
Buster descends the ramp high fiving kids, pointing to the upper deck, and bouncing his head to the music… when suddenly it fades out, and is replaced…
The arena goes dark as “Let the Bodies Hit the Floor” by Drowning Pool hits the P.A. system. The Punisher comes up from underneath the stage before an explosion of fire lights the ramp. The explosion knocks the lights back on as he stands at the top of the ramp before walking down to the ring, eyeing Buster Gloves the entire time.
TYLER CAGE: Je-SUS this guy is terrifying. Oh damn, was my mic on there? I meant… I could take him…
CENTURION: Let’s take it up to “The Big Ticket” Harvey Marx.
The Punisher stomps up the ring steps and through the ropes, all but ignoring the referee and staring down his opponent.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentlemen your opening contest LIVE from CCPE Arena in Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first in the corner to my left, he is making his WGWF debut... he is BUSTER GLOVES!
Applause from the crowd is heard as Buster throws up his right hand in the air.
"THE BIG TICKET" HARVEY MARX: His opponent, also making his WGWF debut, he is THE PUNISHER!
A mixed reception is heard as Harvey exits the ring leaving the referee to call for the opening bell.
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Match 1:
BUSTER GLOVES vs THE PUNISHER
Singles Match
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At the opening bell Buster Gloves makes his way out of his corner and attempts to take the centre of the mat, but the hulking behemoth that is The Punisher storms to the middle of the canvas with his fists up and ready for a fight. Buster hesitates and rethinks his strategy, beginning to slowly circle The Punisher and look for an opening. The Punisher is eager to press the action and throws a heavy right hand which Buster is able to block, but The Punisher swarms him and pushes him back into the corner. The Punisher presses a forearm into Busters face, bending him back over the ringpost and top rope before throwing a heavy knee into Busters midsection. He doubles Buster over and hurls him out of the corner and onto the mat, then climbs up to the second rope and leaps off with a heavy elbow drop.
Buster rolls out of the way and back to his feet, sucking in deep breaths and rubbing his midsection after that heavy knee. The Punisher is back to his feet and advances on Buster, but Gloves throws a quick teep kick that catches The Punisher in the chest and sends him stumbling back.
CENTURION: Buster charges forward with several quick chops to the chest of The Punisher, but The Punisher throws a wild haymaker!
Buster ducks underneath the punch and slides around behind The Punisher, wrapping his arms around The Punisher’s waist and wrestling him down to the mat! Buster pounces on The Punisher’s back, wrapping his arms around the throat of the bigger man and securing a tight rear naked choke! The Punisher flails wildly, reaching for the ropes but he’s isolated in the middle of the ring!
TYLER CAGE: Check on him, ref! He looks like he wants to tap! HASHTAG FREE BIG PUN!
With The Bull of the North still on his back, The Punisher pushes himself up to his hands and knees and climbs up to his feet. Buster Gloves hangs off him like a backpack, and his eyes open wide as The Punisher throws himself backwards to the mat and flattens Buster underneath him. The Punisher rolls over and hooks Busters leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Buster kicks out, squirming out from underneath The Punisher and rolling towards the ropes gasping for breath. He grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up to his knees, sucking wind before hauling himself up to his feet. He never sees The Punisher charging at him like a freight train, landing a running knee strike that sends Buster flipping over the ropes and crashing hard to the apron before collapsing to the floor below. The Punisher pops up, pounding his chest wildly before sprinting across the ring and off the far ropes. He slingshots back across the mat and hurls himself out of the ring with a suicide dive that smashes into Buster as he tries to struggle up to his feet.
The crowd explodes with boos as The Punisher takes out Gloves, trying to rally The Bull of the North back into this matchup. The Punisher stands slowly, having taken some damage himself with that dive, and he offers the crowd a vulgar gesture for their vocal disapproval.
CENTURION: The fans inside the CCPE Arena seem to have a distaste for The Punisher, and those in the front row are on their feet and letting him hear it. Hang on, is that…
TYLER CAGE: It’s John Cable! The Beast has made his way to ringside and he’s sitting with the crowd to watch the show!
John Cable smiles at The Punisher, who seems slightly surprised but mostly unfazed. He offers a vulgar gesture to The Beast as well and then turns back towards Buster Gloves… who’s on his feet and sliding back into the ring! Buster Gloves uses the distraction by John Cable to put some distance between himself and The Punisher, and a chance to recompose himself.
CENTURION: The Punisher slides into the ring behind Buster.
TYLER CAGE: Buster shoots for a double leg and tries to take Pun down, but he’s ready and stuffs it.
Buster pulls back lures The Punisher out to the middle of the ring before faking another double leg, and then clinching up and using a quick flip of his hips to judo toss The Punisher through the air and flat to the mat! Buster latches onto Punisher’s wrist and locks in an armbar! Punisher flails, and his arm seemingly hyperextends before he’s able to roll over and use his free hand to pummel Buster into releasing him! Buster covers up to protect from the ground and pound, and The Punisher grabs his legs and with an incredible display of strength deadlifts Buster Gloves up into the air and power bombs him down to the mat! The canvas shakes violently as the crowd gasps and jeers loudly. The Punisher confidently covers the Bull of the North.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
CENTURION: SHOULDER UP!
TYLER CAGE: BUSTER GLOVES KICKS OUT!
The crowd explodes wildly, chanting Busters name as The Punisher complains to the referee about the speed of the count. The fans transition to booing The Punisher loudly.
CENTURION: These fans really HATE The Punisher.
TYLER CAGE: His own parents hated him, Cent, why should these fans be any different?
The Punisher turns back to Buster as he’s climbing to his feet. He reaches out to tie up with his opponent, but Buster steps back and delivers a powerful low kick that nearly buckles The Punishers knee. Buster chops Punisher hard across the chest, then delivers another low kick to the same leg. The Punisher manages to grab ahold of Buster before he can get off another kick and wraps him in a tight bearhug before hurling him with a powerful belly to belly suplex. Buster skids into the corner and rolls over to his knees as The Punisher stands and rubs his knee gingerly. He charges into the corner and leaps into the air for a running turnbuckle splash…
CENTURION: Buster is ready for it! He pops up to his feet and counters The Punisher with a Pop-Up European uppercut!
TYLER CAGE: The Punisher is stunned! Buster lunges out of the corner with a quick liver kick! He crumples The Punisher and ties him up while he’s doubled over!
CENTURION: He’s looking for a standing d’arce choke!
TYLER CAGE: The Soul Crusher!
The Punisher drops to the mat as Buster squeezes the life out of him, and Buster quickly rolls him over into an awkward position… his shoulders are flat! The Punisher struggles furiously to kickout and breath as the referee slides into position!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL:
BUSTER GLOVES
CENTURION: Gloves gets the victory! What a match! What a way to start BRAWL!
Buster Gloves slides off of The Punisher quickly and rolls to his feet. The Punisher, face still red after nearly being choked out, looks furious as he motions to the ref with two fingers and accuses him of a quick pin result.
TYLER CAGE: I don’t know Cent, maybe a controversial finish. Pun thinks his shoulder was up.
CENTURION: That’s right, you can see in the replay here. The one, two, three count and Punisher getting that shoulder up just a half second too late. Good, clean, win there by the Bull of the North, Buster Gloves.
The referee holds the wrist of Buster Glove in the centre of the ring while the Punisher makes his way to the ropes, and he throws up the arm of The Bull of the North.
Suddenly, from the side of the screen, The Punisher blindsides Buster with a vicious shot to the face with a foreign object. Buster doesn’t have time to protect himself and takes the tip of the object to his left eye.
CENTURION: Oh good lord!
TYLER CAGE: This is why we can’t have nice things, Cent!
Another barrage of attacks with the weapon.
CENTURION: Get somebody out here and handle this malarkey. This is ridiculous. We start the night with a banger of a match and now this.
TYLER CAGE: I dunno. I think it’s kind of fun.
Smiling, Punisher drops to the mat and rolls out the ring, weapon in hand. He makes his way to the timekeeper's table. He grabs a mic as the pretty timekeeper flees.
CENTURION: You can see in the replay here. Punisher with the foregin object. I’ve been told that he calls this thing, the ‘Crozius Arcanum’. Whatever the hell that means.
TYLER CAGE: Looks like a club with a pointy cross.
CENTURION: Because that’s what it is, Ty. Either way, you see the pointy edges of the cross catch Buster right in the corner of the eye there. This looks pretty damn serious.
The referee attends to the bloodied Buster Gloves who is curled up in the fetal position clutching his face. Massive boos from the crowd.
The Punisher tests the mic twice by thumping on it.
THE PUNISHER: This thing on? Hello? Well how about that folks? Did you like that?... BUSTER! I will haunt your dreams. You will not be able to sleep knowing I'm out there seeking revenge on you. It will impact your family, friends and your career. You might be celebrating a victory tonight, but it will cost you everything in the future I promise you. This is not the last time you will hear from me. You're about to see the full extent of why I'm The Punisher. If I were you, I'd take a bus to your hotel. You know, just in case something is wrong with your car, it would be a tragedy if something bad happened to you. THIS IS NOT THE END. IT'S JUST THE BEGINNING!!!!!
A wicked smile appears on his face as The Punisher, flips the mic in the air and lets it land on the stage before turning his back and heading backstage.
Returning to CCPE Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada continues on...
The intro to "Mi Gente" begins to play getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana, looking as good as ever and flashing that million-dollar smile of his. The crowd gives a mostly positive response to one of the newest starts of the WGWF.
TYLER CAGE: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring, hailing from one of his latest parties, "Cholo" Giovanni Santana!
Cholo has his favorite drink of choice in his hand as he makes his way to the ring, having a few exchanges with the fans, all in good fun. He puts his drink down underneath one of the bottom turnbuckles and before he walks up the steel steps, he stops to chit chat with a few of the female fans on the front row.
CENTURION: Here comes one of our newer superstars, who had a successful debut at our return show.
TYLER CAGE: If by successful you mean stealing the win from Strader.
CENTURION: A win is a win. I will admit however that I don’t know much about Santana, but just from the little I’ve seen from last week and his promo work, he seems to love wrestling, love to party, and the ladies.
TYLER CAGE: The party he threw in Vegas 2 weeks ago when he became part owner of a new Casino was off the hook.
CENTURION: Oh yeah? You were invited?
TYLER CAGE: Um, no, but heard it was.
After making them laugh, Cholo runs up the steps, wipes his shoes, always respecting the ring, then gets inside and grabs his drink. He walks towards the middle of the ring, nodding his head to the beat of the catchy song, making his afro wave back and forth. Some of the fans get into it, especially the ladies and Cholo points and winks to some. He gets a mic handed to him as his music dies down, he is all smiles as he greets the Las Vegas crowd.
CHOLO: Mi gente de la lucha libre… WHAT IS UP?!
The crowd gives a nice pop.
CHOLO: Y donde estan los Latinos?!
The Hispanic fans in attendance cheer loudly, Las Vegas known for having a large Hispanic community.
CHOLO: Before Cholo gets started let him wish all of you a happy Hispanic Heritage Month!
The Latinos again cheer loudly but the rest of the crowd gives a respectful reaction as well.
CHOLO: Now look, Cholo hasn’t come out here to bore you all with a long speech. He will not pull a Sonia Benson on you…
Some of the crowd laughs and some cheer.
CHOLO: Cholo knows you paid hard earned money to see wrestling and wrestling is what you’re going to get tonight. Chris page gave Cholo this space to talk to you guys but Cholo really only has one thing to say or rather, address, and that is what happened at the end of Cholo’s match last week when James Raven came out with the beautiful television championship.
A quick clip is shown of what happened at the end of the match.
Victoria Strader 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. Giovanni looks to James, and shrugs.
James shakes his head.
JAMES RAVEN: Nah. Not yet.
He turns around, and head backstage.
He smiles, looking "Cholo" up and down. Giovanni looks to James, and shrugs.
James shakes his head.
JAMES RAVEN: Nah. Not yet.
He turns around, and head backstage.
The crowd in the arena give a mix reaction, but some boos are deserved, and a small but brief ‘you deserve it!’ chant gets started.
CHOLO: As you can see by Cholo’s reaction, he is smiling as he shrugs at the GM because it is quite simple…If James Raven wanted to give Cholo the title right there and then, Cholo would have accepted because he would have earned it after winning that fatal-four-way match… BUT, if he didn’t, and he doesn’t, hey that’s cool too. He feels like Cholo is not ready and Cholo can trust a man who is considered by many as the G.O.A.T. Cholo also trusts Señor Page who appointed him the general manager, they know what they are doing so it’s cool amigos.
He pauses to take a sip of his drink.
CHOLO: Mi Gente Cholo is gonna keep coming out here show in and show out, to wrestle his behind off for all of you and put in the best matches that Cholo possibly can and earning himself that television championship or even better, since it is Hispanic Heritage month, how about having a Hispanic as your NEW Intercontinental Champion?!
Huge pop from the crowd who is buying everything Cholo is selling.
CHOLO: Sounds nice, doesn’t it? But again, whatever our General Manager thinks is best is good with Cholo, but make no mistake about it mi gente, I have my eyes set on both of those titles. Raven says those titles are the ones many great past WGWF Superstars used to catapult themselves to the top and Cholo want to honor those from the past, and follow on their footsteps. But Cholo can’t do it alone, if Cholo wants to win any title here in this great promotion, he is going to need for each one of you out there in this arena and those watching at home to be in Cholo’s corner. Cholo wants to become a champion, sure, but more important for Cholo is to become the Champion of the People. So, what do you say mi gente? Are you down with Cholo?!
The crowd again cheers loudly.
CHOLO: Well, Cholo is also down with you! So, until Cholo gets some gold around his waist, there really is only one thing to do, and you know what that is mi gente?
Some of the crowd who has been following Cholo for a while answer right away with… “PARTY!”.
CHOLO: Exactly, so let’s get ready to rumbaaaa!
Cholo’s music plays again and the crowd cheers loudly. Cholo drops the mic and heads to one of the turnbuckles where he climbs it and points to all his fans in attendance. He finishes his drink and then hops out of the ring, stopping by the nice-looking females in the front row and inviting them to the back. They both reply excitedly, and security guards help them over the guardrail, then Cholo takes them to the back with one at each arm.
CENTURION: I think I like this kid Tyler.
TYLER CAGE: I don’t, I hate happy-go-lucky guys who pander to the fans and want their approval badly. But will forgo all of that if he invites me to one of his famous parties.
CENTURION: While you pander over that invitation we will be right back with Atara Raven vs Shay vs Sonya Benson!
When we cut back to the ring we find announcer extraordinaire Denise Essex standing dead center and looking ravishing as always. Sporting a somber expression, she raises a hand and speaks.
DENISE ESSEX: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time we at WGWF would like for you to all rise and pay your respects to Pam D’Monium as we give her the ten bell salute. We ask that you please be silent during the bell tolls out of respect to Pam D’monium’s family who are present.
The feed cuts to Pam’s daughter Tammy in the front row. She’s already wiping tears. Then the World’s Greatest Titantron goes about a picture gallery as the tolls begin.
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
Suddenly..
“Shatter Me” cranks up, prematurely ending the ten bell salute to the departed local legend. The crowd is absolutely LIVID already despite the harlot whom the song heralds being absent for the moment. Their hatred builds as her entourage emerges consisting of the gigantic Smith and her manager Norris who’re followed by numerous hirelings carrying assortments of flowers. Norris, most noticeably, has the VWF Women’s Championship held over his head, the title last worn by Pam herself, but now in custody of Sonya and her entourage upon her victory over Pam.
Tyler Cage: You’ve got to be kidding me! She can’t do this!
Centurion: The bitch doesn’t have a soul. There’s nothing left in there. I swear! The day her brother died she died too!
When Smith gives the all clear signal Sonya Benson surfaces to a response so heated it carries a physical presence to it. Centurion and Tyler can be heard saying some things, but the crowd’s jeering and unclean word hurling drowns them out. The Virtuous Villainess adjusts her classy all black pantsuit and boasts a confident demeanor as she trots down the aisle toward the ring. No matter how loud the fan greeting is, she no sells it which triggers them more.
The only person she doesn’t no-sell in the CCPE arena is her dad, Randall, who watches on in horror from John Cable’s luxury box. She eyes him with a measure of contempt as she continues her trek to the squared circle.
When the group reaches ringside, the flower carrying hirelings make their way toward Pam’s grieving daughter Tammy and she takes the thoughtful gifts but with a confused look on her face. Meanwhile, Sonya moves up the ringsteps, not giving Tammy the courtesy of personal interaction. Norris wipes down the ring ropes with a sanitary wipe and escorts the Rich Bitch into the squared hell along with Smith. Denise hands the microphone to Norris upon her exit, and he wipes it down with a sanitary wipe before depositing it into the delicate hand of Sonya Benson.
Vociferous, varied chants arise, most noticeably “YOU’RE A CUNT” and “YOU KILLED PAM”. Benson’s jaw tightens but she holds her poise, politely resting her hands behind her back until finally the chants die out from necessity.
Sonya Benson: You’re all class, Vegas. All class and it’s all low. There’s a grieving woman in the audience and you yell such foul stuff. The gaul! Be that as it may be, I’m here to clear the air about Pam D’monium’s death. I know you’re asking why I haven’t handed over the VWF Women’s Championship to Pam’s daughter. Well, honestly I feel like it should be carried on among us in the living, as an everlasting tribute to Pam.
Sonya nods at her own words, as if convincing herself of it.
Sonya Benson: Nobody is more torn up about her passing than me. I know that sounds odd coming from someone like me who led a crusade to crush pro wrestling and all its wrestlers. I get it. Pam was different though. I felt a kinship with her. That old lady marched down that ramp at 88 years old knowing she’d likely lose just by the sheer age difference alone. Against all odds she stepped into this very ring and competed against me with passion and heart and fire. And boy let me tell you, she had me at first, not gonna lie. Like her, I also go into battle against all odds everytime, just like I will tonight in my handicap match. Like her, I bravely fight with heart and passion and fire.
Tyler Cage: And cowardice!
Centurion: And with numbers advantage!
The crowd isn’t buying her bullshit but she continues selling it.
Sonya Benson: She stood up for what she believed in despite the insurmountable odds. Like her, I stand up for my beliefs despite constant bullying and beatings from the knuckle-draggers. For these reasons I paid for all her funeral and burial expenses. WGWF didn’t. I did. James Raven didn’t. I did. John Cable didn’t. I did. Lexi Gold didn’t. I did. My ‘dear old daaaaaad’ didn’t. I did. It was the least I could do for a woman as courageous as me.”
The fans are incensed at her seemingly oblivious backhanded compliments as she takes to a graceful pace about the ring, her steps marked with a posture of regality.
”Now, the medical professionals said her death was of natural causes. She died peacefully in her sleep. No pain. There were no problems with her physical or mental faculties leading to this according to them. Hmm. Interesting.
She stops and wags a finger all-knowingly.
Sonya Benson: I disagree. She did have a problem. That problem was you.
She turns on a heel and thrusts an accusatory finger-point at the lens of the hard camera, blaming those watching at home.
Sonya Benson: And you..
She moves in a 360 circle while pointing that same judgemental finger at those in attendance tonight.
Sonya Benson: And them..
She points to the backstage area.
Sonya Benson: Her problem was believing in you and wanting to perform in front of you disgusting, many chinned, pizza faced human grease pellets. Her problem was confiding in the wrestlers in the back who didn’t have her well-being in mind, otherwise they would have convinced her not to compete. Her problem was Chris Page and James Raven not giving a hoot about her welfare. They were the last line of defense for her, but they’re greedy. It was a win-win for them. If I beat her, they could bill me as even a more deplorable person. If she beat me, they could troll me relentlessly forever. They could have said no, full stop, but they didn’t. But you know something? That’s not the biggest problem she had. Nu-uh. That honor belongs to.. you!
Sonya spins on her heels and thrusts that accusation slinging finger directly at Pam’s grieving daughter in the front row. Not missing a beat, Sonya exits the ring with entourage in tow, and approaches the standing and emotionally devastated Tammy D’Monium.
Sonya Benson: Pam would have listened to you if nobody else. Instead of talking her out of it, you let her do it. She could have died in this ring. Sure, the doctor said she didn’t die of a medical abnormality or anything of the sort, but sometimes people die of things that can’t be determined by doctors. A broken heart. A broken spirit. I think both of those are what killed her, Tammy. See, I didn’t just defeat your mother, I humiliated her. Every cheer she ever had, every autograph she ever signed, every fan she ever hugged, every title she ever won, every moment she ever overcame the odds in the ring are all the things I ripped away from her in one fell swoop. I took her pride. I took her integrity. I took her legacy.
Benson inches closer to the now sobbing mess of a 50 year old woman. Despite the protests from the fans, Sonya gazes with complete disgust at Tammy and continues.
Sonya Benson: When your mom closed her eyes that fateful night she didn’t want to wake up in the morning. She didn’t want to live another day knowing she wasted 65 years of her life on nothing. Tammy, deep down inside, we both know your mom WILLED herself to die.
The fans are in an upheaval and event security is having a harder time controlling the ones nearest to Sonya and her entourage. At last Sonya’s eyes drift away from Tammy’s and she sneers at the fans around them, then finally they look up and rest upon her father’s menacing stare.
Sonya Benson: Dad, I know you say kicking a person while they’re done is bad business practice, but I’m truly not doing that right now. I’m actually kicking her while she’s standing up.
*CRRRAACCCKK*
Sonya’s superkick comes fast and violent, a blur, uncharacteristic given her novice abilities. The blow lands flush though, an audible “pop” reverberating in the arena as Tammy’s chin is impacted. The kick propels Tammy backwards into an involuntary plop into her chair, and she slumps off it a moment later, falling into the shins and arms of alarmed fans. All hell breaks loose now. Centurion and Tyler are lambasting Sonya at a fever pitch. Event security nearly gets overrun by pissed off fans nearby but they manage to hold them long enough for Sonya and her crew to retreat up the ramp and disappear from view.
The feed switches to the luxury booth, and it shows an irate Randall Benson, face redder than an apple, furiously slamming a hammefist against the glass, while his two senator friends gaze with wide eyed looks of “WTF!”
Returning to CCPE Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada.
The honeyed rasp of Atara's voice blares over the facility's PA in unison with those words appearing on the multitude of screens and displays littering the arena.
HELLO DOVES
The crowd pops and gets to their feet shouting in near total unison a single word.
OPA!
Arena lights start to pulse in time with the music and multiple vertical streams of pyro erupt across the front of stage. Strutting with purpose Atara emerges from the back taking spot centerstage atop the ramp. Posing for the camera, a wink and kiss is given to the viewers at home.
Grunge walking to the ringsteps, she climbs and stops at the top to posture again for her adoring public. Hand on her hip, the Grecian moves to the middle of the apron to blows a final kiss to the camera and enters the ring through the middle rope.
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] It’s about time I see my besties wife in action! Look at how majestic Atara is looking tonight.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] She’s the real deal.
Guitars start to play as Anouk's Nobody's wife starts to play the tron just flashes in different shades of gray to black with in bold white lettering the name Shay. She comes out of the curtained area and methodically walks to the ring and as the guitars pick up and begin to rock she holds her arms out and smirks devilishly. She makes her way to the ring and walks up the steel steps and simply steps through the ropes. She does not pose or posture but goes to the corner and awaits the start of the match.
TYLER CAGE: She’s a prime candidate for the Baddie Section.
We cut to “The Big Ticket” Harvey Marx standing in the center of the ring.
“THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following Triple Threat Contest is one fall to a finish; introducing first, she is ATARA RAVEN!
The crowd roars in approval.
"THE BIG TICKET" HARVEY MARX: Her opponent... She is SHAY!
Another ovation from the crowd is heard.
"THE BIG TICKET" HARVEY MARX: And finally, SONYA BENSON!
The roof explodes with massive boos as Sonya eyes her opposition.
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Match 2:
SONYA BENSON vs SHAY vs ATARA THEMIS
Triple Threat Match
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At the opening bell Shay moves towards the middle of the ring while Atara stays in her corner and eyes the competition. Sonya Benson, on the other hand, quickly drops to the canvas and rolls underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring. Safely on the floor, Sonya walks slowly around the outside and motions for Shay and Atara Raven to get to it. The crowd boos Sonya loudly, showering her with chants of “coward” and much much worse, but she simply shakes it off and continues to watch the action.
CENTURION: Sonya struts right past John Cable as he continues to sit in that front row with the fans.
TYLER CAGE: Damn! Look at that stink eye! He’s staring daggers through her!
Back in the ring Shay looks at Atara and points out at Benson, shrugging her shoulders. Why does she get away without having to do any work? Atara nods her head and slowly steps through the ropes, dropping down to the floor a few yards away from Benson. Sonya’s eyes widen and she spins on her heel, turning and jogging the opposite direction as Shay rolls out of the ring to cut her off. Sonya signals for a timeout, but Shay grabs her and hurls her viciously into the fan barricade. Sonya crumples to the floor as Atara makes her way around the ring to join the action. Shay lifts Sonya to her feet and hurls her towards Atara who hits a spinning elbow and flattens Benson on the floor. Atara and Shay both lift Sonya up and roll her back into the ring, but Sonya continues rolling all the way across the canvas and underneath the bottom rope on the other side and drops back to the floor as her opponents get back inside.
TYLER CAGE: Whooooooooo boy, Shay and Atty look pissed.
CENTURION: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but to defend Sonya Benson this is looking exactly like the handicap match that she was predicting it to be.
With Sonya seemingly out of action, Shay turns her attention to Atara who is already on guard. Shay lunges forward with a quick right hand which Atara parries before firing off a snapping kick to the midsection. Atara charges forward and immediately looks to land The Judgement of Paris but Shay sees it coming and spins out of the way as Atara sails harmlessly past. Shay wraps Atara up around the waist and hits an exploder suplex that sends her across the ring. Shay scampers after her for a quick cover!
ONE!
TW-
Atara Raven gets a shoulder up to the delight of the crowd!
Shay hauls Atara up to her feet and sends her off the ropes, hip tossing her off the rebound and pouncing atop her for another quick cover as the referee drops back into position!
ONE!
T-
Atara kicks out again, pushing Shay off the top of her and rolling back to her feet. Shay rolls up to her feet in front of her, and Atara drills her with a question mark kick!
CRAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAACK!
Her shin bounces of Shay’s temple and drops her to the mat.
CENTURION: That was beautiful! She faked a body kick, then swung her leg up and around and landed clean to the skull!
TYLER CAGE: OFF DA DOME PIECE SON!
Before Atara can capitalize, Sonya Benson reaches underneath the bottom rope and trips her up. Atara spins around and eyes Sonya, cursing at her in Greek as Benson quickly backs away from the ring and to a safe distance before cursing back. The crowd boos loudly, John Cable even rising to his feet in the front row and offering a disapproving thumbs down. Atara shakes her head and turns back to Shay… and Atara eats a heavy clothesline! Shay was up and ready for her and Raven gets flattened as Shay grabs hold of her ankle.
Ankle lock!
Shay gets it locked in, but Atty grabs the bottom rope and pulls herself underneath it to the apron as Shay is forced to let her go. Sonya Benson rushes forward, grabbing Atara by the hair and pulling her viciously from the apron to the floor and flailing at her with open palm slaps. Atara covers up, shifting her hips and using her long legs to wrap Sonya in a jiu-jitsu guard. Sonya doesn’t realise the potential danger and continues to attack, but soon Atara catches one of her arms and transitions to an armbar!
CENTURION: Sonya is tapping immediately!
TYLER CAGE: I can’t see her, does she know that you can’t tap on the floor like that?!
CENTURION: I don’t know, but I’m telling you… she’s tapping!
Atara rolls over to her stomach, flattening Sonya Benson on the floor and wrenching that arm! Shay is out of the ring quickly and stomps Atara viciously. Why waste all of this action outside of the ring where it doesn’t even count? She drags Atara off of Sonya and throws her back inside the ring. She turns to grab Sonya as well, but Sonya clutches her arm and pushes back across the floor and away from Shay.
SONYA BENSON: Don’t touch me, you brute! I need medical attention!
Shay stares at her.
SONYA BENSON: Medic! Medic!
Shay sighs and turns back towards the ring, sliding inside to join Atara Raven. A backstage physician makes his way quickly to ringside to check on Sonya Benson, and John Cable stands up in his ringside seat to make sure theres nothing foul afoot. Shay stands up near the ropes and Atara is waiting for her! She charges forward, once more looking for The Judgement of Paris! Atara leaps with her flying bicycle kick, and for the second time tonight Shay is prepared for it! She ducks down, and lifts Atara up and over the ropes!
CENTURION: Atara misses her flying knee and crashes over the top! That looked brutal!
TYLER CAGE: She clipped Shay, though! Shay is wobbly! She didn’t dodge it clean!
Shay drops to a knee, and suddenly Sonya Benson pushes the medic away from her outside the ring with both arms and sends him sprawling. She slides into the ring and lines up Shay…
CENTURION: CANDICE SENDS HER REGARDS!
Shay is down!
Sonya with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL :
SONYA BENSON
The crowd boos furiously as Sonya Benson rolls off of Shay and demands that the referee lift her arm in victory. He grabs her wrist, and she shouts at him to grab her other arm after Atara so viciously destroyed that one. The crowd boos even louder as the referee grabs her “uninjured” arm and lifts it into the air. Shay seems to be recovering quickly, and furious. Atara Raven is on her feet on the outside of the ring, and looks furious as well.
“Malaka” she mutters.
CENTURION: Handicap match or not, it doesn’t matter.
TYLER CAGE: Sonya Benson pulled it off. She bad.
With the fans still jeering loudly, we fade away from ringside.
We fade to a view of a park. It is unclear the location of it, but it had many children running around, screaming and playing on the playground equipment, then we heard the sound of a woman humming approaching close by. Those sounds belonged to Lexi Gold, who the camera panned over to. She is seen pushing a pink baby carriage along the pavement, replacing her ring attire in which we normally see her in with a Liz Lisa pink flowy lace dress, ruffled socks and pink platform heels. She finds a bench to sit down at and parks her carriage next to her, assuming there is a baby inside of it. She smiles at the camera and rests her hands on her lap.
“What a nice evening isn't it? Everyone out here seems to be having fun and if anyone knows me will tell you I'm the definition of fun, but can be serious when needed too. Last time you saw me on WGWF television I came up short in the fatal four way match on the debut show, but fear not, because there will be plenty of time for me to make an impression on the audience. Perhaps you are impressed as we speak, or just curious for me to uncover more layers to my name.”
She looks around at her surroundings, thinking about how she could describe herself for those unfamiliar with her name, before smiling and returning her eyes to the camera.
“My layers are laid out differently than most people you will meet. While I'm normal in that I compete in the ring just like everyone else, I also rely on things people might not find so normal as my support system and what makes me happy. My BABIES for example..”
She turns the carriage around and her snakes pop their heads up all at once and flicker their tongues, sporting the WGWF merch as they remain in the carriage.
“They have seen me go through terrible shit and good shit too, and would go to hell and back for them. There is no bond quite like ours, then there are my dolls…. my sweet, beautiful dolls. They may not say anything, and I'm fine with that as long as they listen and keep me company. However, there is one doll that stands out from the rest.”
She plays with her hair and twirls it before continuing on with her story.
“My grandma's spirit is inside the doll. I am sure you are wondering, is it a good spirit, or a bad one? She is a good one, at least from my experience. Unfortunately, she's gotten stolen from me, and I'm still looking for her, but once I find her I'm sure she would love to make an appearance and say hi to all you WGWF loyalists.”
A random lady and her child walked by them. They take notice of the situation. The kid took an interest in the snakes, but the same couldn't be said for the lady, as she shook her head in disgust and continued to walk away. Lexi watched it happen, not bothered by it in the slightest.
“This is the kind of situation I witness on the daily. If only that woman took herself out of her bubble for a moment and had an interaction with the snakes it might change her outlook on life, but that's the unfortunate thing with society and wrestling, some people are too stuck in their own little bubbles and afraid to try new things out. I'm hoping I can help change that while continuing to live out my dream as a professional wrestler. I have so many aspirations in the WGWF, and people I'd love to face moving forward, but I'm taking the baby step approach and whatever comes to me, comes to me. I'll handle it my way, of course, but for now just keep my words in mind.”
She got up from the bench and continued to push the carriage along, and resumed her humming sounds as the scene fades.
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Alright, we return you to Monday Night Brawl.
The lights in the arena dim as the catchy mid-nineties opening riff of “I’m Just A Girl” hit’s the p.a. system. The WGWFTron lights up with a platinum crown in the middle of the tron flashing off and on as Victoria Strader steps out from behind the curtain to a chorus of cheers and some boos.~
//Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed, and it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know exactly where I stand?
This world is forcing me to hold your hand\\
~Victoria looks out at the crowd and breathes in the atmosphere.~
//Cause I'm just a girl, a little ol' me
Well, don't let me out of your sight
Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh, I've had it up to here\\
//The moment that I step outside
So many reasons for me to run and hide
I can't do the little things I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things that I fear\\
~Victoria hops on the apron, wiping her boots on the apron before stepping through the middle rope.~
//‘ Cause I'm just a girl, I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive late at night
Oh, I'm just a girl, guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare with their eyes \\
Victoria leans back into her corners turnbuckle preparing herself mentally for competition.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Strader looked really good two weeks ago, and some might say she could have or should have left with the victory. Can she bounce back? We’re about to find out.
Ace emerges out to the top of the ramp followed by his manager Vittore Costa ignoring the boos from the crowd as he starts to make his way toward the ring. Ace enters the ring waiting for the ring introduction.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MAX: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with. Currently in the ring, she is VICTORIA STRADER!
The crowd pops for Strader who gazes across the ring at her opponent.
"THE BIG TICKET" HARVEY MARX: Her opponent, in the corner to my right... JOSEPH "ACE" BUONGIORNO!
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Match 3:
VICTORIA STRADER vs JOSEPH “ACE” BUONGIORNO w. Vittore Costa
Singles Match
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The opening bell sounds as Victoria and Ace come out from their corners where they lock up in the center of the ring. Ace has a big size and strength advantage as he drives Victoria back into the ropes. The referee calls for a clean break before executing the five count. Ace backs away at the four count.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Joey Buongiorno just muscled Strader back into those ropes. Victoria is going to have to find a way to stay away from the power game.
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] Both of these two are looking to bounce back from the relaunch; some might say that Victoria did the damage that led to a Cholo win in that TV Title Division Showcase Fatal Four Way.
Victoria comes off the ropes where she and Ace circle each other a second time where they lock up. Ace once again uses his size and strength to muscle Victoria back into a neutral corner. The referee calls for he clean break before swinging with a right hand! Victoria sees it coming and evadaes while reversing the positioning with Ace now against the buckles where Strader brings Ace out from the corner with a snapmare followed by a stiff kick across the spine!
Strader backs away as the crowd responds favorable toward her while Ace gets to both knees with a look of disdain in his eyes.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Strader isn’t a rookie, she knows that there is more than one way to skin a cat.
Ace pops back up to his feet where he steps back up to his feet. He rushes toward Stader who leapfrogs over Ace sending him bouncing off the far side looking for a second leap frog that Ace counters by driving Strader down into the mat with a Powerbomb! Ace drops down into an immediate cover.
1!!
2!!
THR..
Strader escapes with a kick out!
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] That Costa on the floor looks like he’s waiting for a moment.
The crowd starts to boo as Ace chokes Strader with both hands across the throat! The referee immediately starts executing the five count seeing Ace break at the four before stepping back up to his feet. He picks Strader up before driving her down into the mat with a Side Walk Slam.
A second cover is made.
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Strader kicks out to another pop from the crowd. Ace doesn’t waist time in getting back to his feet. He reaches down picking Strader up off the mat before taking her back into a neutral corner. Ace hoists up Strader to a seated position on the top turnbuckle.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Joey is setting Strader up for something.
Ace lands a right hand before stepping up to the middle rope where he locks in a front face lock. Ace looks for the superplex, Strader latches onto the top rope blocking, Ace looks to muscle Stader up a second time and a second time Strader latches onto the top rope before firing away with a series of right hands to the ribs breaking Ace’s grasp and then it’s Strader who headbuts Ace across the nose before shoving him off the middle rope crashing down on his back on the mat!
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] Counter by Strader!
The crowd comes alive as Strader stands up on the top rope where she sets sail with a Swanton Bomb crashing down across the stomach of Ace! The crowd pops for Strader who makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Near fall from Strader after that beautiful Swaton Bomb!
The crowd starts to rally behind Strader as she gets back to her feet. She sizes up Ace who starts to stir, Strader runs toward the ropes and as she bounces off the ropes Costa reaches under the ropes snatching Victoria’s right foot stopping her momentum!
Strader spins around pointing at Costa as the crowd boos.
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] I knew it!
Ace gets back to his feet where he blasts Victoria from behind getting more boos from the crowd! Strader crumbles to the mat with Ace stomping away at her body. He yanks her out toward the center of the ring making another cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Strader kicks out!
Ace gets back to his feet where he picks up Strader taking her back into the ropes. Ace shoots Strader across the ring, Strader bounces off the near side where Ace drops his head for a back body drop! Strader puts on the brakes and underhooks the arms of Ace before driving him into the mat with a Double Arm DDT!
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Strader pops off a Double Arm DDT! Victoria came to Vegas tonight to make a statement!
Strader starts getting back to her feet as the crowd inside the CCPE Arena get louder and louder for her. Strader rushes toward the ropes where she sprinboards off the middle rope delivering a Lionsault! Strader immediately makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Ace escapes with a kick out to a gasp from the crowd.
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] Strader is putting it all on the line.
Strader gets back to her feet where she backs up into a corner calling for her Superkick.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Strader is setting up Ace for Welcome to Riverdale!
Costa slams his hands on the mat trying to rally Ace while also screaming out Strader’s location. Ace starts working his way back up to his feet and as he stands Stader comes out from the corner looking for the Superkick!
Ace ducks out of the way!
Strader spins back around and into a Samoan Drop!
Ace scurries into the cover hooking the near leg!
1!!
2!!
THRE..
The crowd erupts as Strader kicks out of the near fall! Ace gets to his knees where he cuts his eyes toward the referee who shows him two fingers.
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] Ace can’t let the referee dictate his pace.
Ace holds up three fingers while stepping back up to his feet. He reaches down picking Strader up driving her back into Ace’s corner. Ace starts laying shoulder blocks to the midsection of Strader while the referee lays the count to him. He breaks away at the four count while distracting the referee that allows Costa to climb up on the apron where starts choking Strader garnering loud boos from the crowd!
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Come on! Twice Ace’s manager has gotten involved!
Costa releases his sleeper choke and drops down to the floor where he holds up both hands backing away from the ring as the referee spins around only to see Strader back against the buckles. Ace points toward the corner where he charges with full head of steam looking for body splash into the corner!
Strader rolls up Ace with a School Girl!
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Ace kicks out of the near fall where both Strader and Ace get back to their feet! Ace blocks a right hand from Stader and drives knee across her midsection before setting her up and snapping her over with a T-Bone Suplex!
Ace quickly makes another cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Strader kicks out again to a louder pop from the crowd!
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] What a battle that’s unfolding between Ace and Strader!
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Both have something to prove and I’ll be damned if they’re not out here doing it.
Ace gets back to his feet where he backs up into a neutral corner and hops up on the middle rope. Ace leaps off with a second rope fist drop! Strader rolls out of the way sending Ace crashing down to the mat!
Strader starts pushing herself up off the mat and back to her feet where she sets up Ace and delivers Welcome to Riverdale!
Strader makes the cover!
1!!
2!!
3!!
YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL:
VICTORIA STRADER
Mr. Costa hits the ring going after Strader who escapes out to the floor followed by the referee who raises her arm in victory.
TYLER CAGE: Victoria Strader pulled it off!
CENTURION: And she got outta dodge possibly avoiding a situation with Costa, but on this night it’s Victoria Strader bouncing back taking the win in what was an incredibly contested affair.
TYLER CAGE: We will be right back after this break.
Returning from commercial...
The Las Vegas crowd in the jam-packed, sold out arena are bustling, doubly so when the lights suddenly go out. They get quiet soon after when the spotlights in the arena start to ebb in and out with some translucent white. Just as the fans start to mumble, the guitar intro for "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)" by Marilyn Manson starts to play on the PA system.
The crowd's reaction turns negative. They heap boos and jeers down on the man before he even steps onto the stage. As the verse starts to progress, Nathan Miles, a smile on his face, walks out from the back.
TYLER CAGE: The boos this man are receiving...are 100% justified.
Nathan lets out a light chuckle, widening his arms and letting the black suit he's wearing be seen by all.
CENTURION: He's a rat bastard. A genuine piece of shit. Eclipsed only by that of his son.
Nathan starts the slow trek down to the ring, embracing the negativity held by the crowd. He nods his head, looking ominously around the arena and trying to see everyone present.
TYLER CAGE: Why is he even back?
CENTURION: He's here to support Max, because apparently Max can't do shit himself.
Once Nathan reaches ringside, he takes the steps. He waits on the apron, looking out once more at the crowd. He shakes his head and enters the ring.
DENISE ESSEX: Introducing the FORMER WGWF Wooorld Champiooon...NATHAN....MIIIIILES!
Nathan climbs to a nearby second rope. The spotlights shine on him as the second chorus starts to pick up. The boos are even louder, drowning out the music. He lets his smile widen, laughing to himself.
TYLER CAGE: No remorse either. No care at all for his interference.
CENTURION: He doesn't give a damn for our company. He's here for his own greedy and selfish reasons. Quite frankly, I hope he fucks off and I never have to see that smug face again.
Nathan hops down. He turns around, putting his hands through his hair before requesting and receiving the microphone from Denise. As the guitar solo fades out, Nathan raises the mic up.
NATHAN MILES: I am going to ask a favor of you.
The crowd gives him no remorse, showing him with a waterfall of boos.
CENTURION: An apt response.
Nathan isn't perturbed.
NATHAN MILES: I understand that being kind and generous is not in Las Vegas's playbook, but...
Before he can continue, the boos come out in full force.
FUCK YOU NATHAN *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
FUCK YOU NATHAN *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
FUCK YOU NATHAN *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
Nathan smiles, bringing the mic back up.
NATHAN MILES: What wonderful language, I am sure that will get you all far in life when you are stuck with your "girlfriend" for twenty years. Don't worry, I have heard it is VERY polite to shake with the same hand you jack off with.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
CENTURION: Now we know where Max gets his class from.
TYLER CAGE: The man knows his audience. And none of them are here tonight.
NATHAN MILES: I am not here tonight to apologize...or plead...or beg. I am here tonight, simply...to introduce someone. I am here tonight in this disgusting, vile, putrid facility the WGWF have been reduced to running in.
CENTURION: Yet he still comes out. Twice now.
TYLER CAGE: Man is making NO friends tonight.
CENTURION: We're live on Splat! Anything is open.
NATHAN MILES: I am here to let the world know that...they are in for a fantastic gift. You see...this man is quite possibly the...BEST...to ever participate in a wrestling ring. No man can compare...because he himself...is barely human. He is the third best dual wielder, besides my daughter and myself, obviously. He is the hellborn...and heavensent...half breed who will make you all wish you were a QUARTER...of the person he is. Ladies and gentlemen...I want you all to rise. I want you all to provide your utmost attention...to a WINNER...
Nathan glances over at Centurion, who merely looks on with a scowl. Nathan pauses a few moments to let the fans get in their jeers once more. A few more start throwing cups and other trash towards him.
NATHAN MILES: Ladies and gentlemen...ne'er do wells all across this nasty arena. I have the pleasure to introduce to you...my son...MAX...FUCKIN...DAEMON!
And when he is summoned, "Royal Flush" by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young starts to play on the PA system.
Max Daemon soon steps out onto the stage. The spotlight shines on him despite the house lights being on. He has a whiskey glass in hand along with some of the titular drink. In his smirking mouth sits a cigar.
TYLER CAGE: Max taking a trip to the Eight Cigar Lounge for some of its wares.
CENTURION: The guy comes to the ring drunk because he doesn't care about anybody but himself.
With a nod of his head, Max finishes off the whiskey. He then tosses the glass to his right, uncaring of the resounding
[/span] smash that comes from it breaking.[/div]CENTURION: Oh god...
TYLER CAGE:] I mean, that whiskey and that cigar isn't cheap! He MUST be making enough money to be able to do it.
CENTURION: How he fleeced Chris out of the contract he got, I will never understand.
He begins the walk down the ramp. He ignores the fans shouting obscenities at him and flipping him off. A few toss their empty drink cups at him. Max ignores it all even as he reaches ringside.
TYLER CAGE: No love from these fans.
CENTURION: Yeah, cause they're smart.
Max hops onto the apron, approaching the turnbuckle. He climbs up, putting his left foot on the top and his right on the middle. He does a quick finger gun "shot" to the hard camera. He casually tosses the cigar onto the floor below before hopping down, approaching his dad. His music fades out as a he nabs the mic. The two share a hug in the middle of the ring which earns a resounding couse of jeers from the crowd.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
The two let the hug go. Max turns around and raises the mic to his lips.
MAX DAEMON: Before ya' start your boos, there is just one thing I wanna do!
Even as the crowd starts their chants, Max quickly exits the ring.
FUCK YOU MAX
FUCK YOU MAX
FUCK YOU MAX
FUCK YOU MAX
Max stops in front of the announce table. He stares directly into Centurion's eyes, who himself stands up to meet the look.
MAX DAEMON: I beat you! Not only did I beat ya'...!
Max looks briefly out at the crowd before widening his smirk.
MAX DAEMON:...but I want ya' ta' know...as ya' watch me become the best thing ta' ever happen ta' WGWF...that I forced ya' inta' this desk!
Max pounds the desk in question a couple times. Centurion scowls, clenching his fist.
MAX DAEMON: And since you're a commentator...that means ya' can't attack me unless physically provoked!
This doesn't sit well with the crowd.
MAX DAEMON: It's true! This...great, grandiose legend...has been reduced ta' a paltry...pathetic...color commentator! And it's all thanks ta' me! So Las Vegas...you're welcome...because ya' will NEVER see Centurion wrestle in a WGWF ring again!
Max turns around, sliding back under the bottom rope.
TYLER CAGE: Come on Cent. Don't do anything drastic...
Despite his own desires, Centurion sits back down at the desk.
CENTURION: He'll get his. One day. I just hope I'm there for it.
Max stands in the middle of the ring, raising the mic back to his lips.
MAX DAEMON: Now that the trash has been taken care of...let's talk about important matters...like ME! For those unaware...my name is Max fuckin Daemon! I am the best thing goin in every promotion that I deign ta' wrestle in. I am a big name worthy of compensation because in every match, in every company I wrestle for, I prove that I am the main eventer of the main eventers. This WGWF reboot would not have gotten off the ground if not for ME!
The crowd continue unleashing their boos on him, in addition to what remnants of trash.
MAX DAEMON: Chris Page paid me what I am worth, and every dollar...every quarter...every penny is worth it, because if I'm gonna wrestle for him, than I'm gonna be paid well for it! But hey, since we're talkin about Chris Page, let's talk about James Raven too! He wants ta' watch the show, get an idea of the talent? Well hey, Jimmy-boy...you're lookin at the only talent that matters!
FUCK OFF MAX
Max smirks, pausing for a longer period of time to allow the crowd their chant.
MAX DAEMON: Too bad, fuckos! I'm not goin anywhere! And if Jimmy-boy knows what's good for him...and what's good for this company...he'd walk down that aisle right now...he'd get inta' this ring...and hand me that WGWF World Title on a silver fuckin platter!
Max pauses once more as if waiting for James Raven to actually step out. But it's for a few moments before resuming.
MAX DAEMON: But he isn't gonna do that! Because he wants fair... And ya' know what? He's right! What's better than makin things interestin? Don't worry, I have an answer for that too: givin people what they're worth! So as a personal message...to alllll of ya' ungrateful sons of bitches who have flocked ta' this hotel...
MAX DAEMON:...ta' Chris Page...ta' James Raven...and even ta' YOU...
Max glances over at Centurion, whose scowl has only gotten deeper.
MAX DAEMON:..the line for the first rebooted WGWF World Champion...starts...and ENDS...with...me! Nobody is more deservin! Nobody is more worthy! And ya' wanna know why?
He pauses again as if his answer isn't obvious.
MAX DAEMON:...cause I'm Max...fuckin...Daemon! And like other waters, your dirge plays in the form of the reaper! But unlike other waters...ya' shouldn't fear the reaper! Hell...ya' shouldn't even fear the dirge!
Max turns towards the nearest roaming camera, looking down the lens.
MAX DAEMON: Fear me!
He throws the mic into the camera. Max and Nathan hug once more before exiting the ring and making their way towards the back.
TYLER CAGE: Max with a loud and clear statement towards those in charge: he is after the WGWF World Title!
CENTURION: I hope he rots in hell!
TYLER CAGE: I just don’t want you to do anything stupid. He was clearly trying to provoke you.
CENTURION: I’ll conduct myself professionally as I seg-way into the official introduction of a team that showed up on our relaunch, and took victory.
We fade…
Austin Ramsey and Todrick Tabor-Ramsey stroll into the arena arm and arm with huge grins plastered on their faces. They exchange pleasantries with staff and fellow wrestlers as they head toward the set for their introduction to the WGWF segment. Earlier in the day, Austin had gotten a haircut, and Toddy had a day with a glam team because Austin wanted them to look their very best. They sit in the chairs with their names on them, and Austin takes Todrick’s hand into his own and squeezes it. They both look at the cameras, and when the red light comes on, they smile.
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “Hey Rockstars! It’s your girl, “The Cutie With The Booty” and I’m here with my other half to officially introduce ourselves to the WGWF. Say hello, Austin.”
Austin Ramsey: “Hello, Austin.”
Toddy giggles and shakes her head at Austin. He smiles and innocently shrugs.
Austin Ramsey: “What? I always do what my better half tells me to do; it’s why she keeps me around. Well, that and other things.”
Toddy releases his hand and playfully swats his hand. Austin gives her a coy look and shrugs again.
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “We are so happy to be here showcasing our talent for the WGWF. The legacy of this company is not lost on us, and we are always looking to continue to show the world what we are made of. I have always said you are only as good as your last match. So in our debut, we beat two other formidable teams, but we are not going to get complacent.”
Austin Ramsey: “Yeah, we are still a relatively new tag team in the eyes of the world. Sure, we have had success here in one match, and we are champions in OPW but what really matters in the halls of WGWF is what we do here. Our inseparable bond as soulmates extends itself to our work in the ring. I complete her thoughts, and she completes mine. A bond that is the wrestling version of the Power of Three. We are the Charmed Ones of the wrestling world.”
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “The fact that Austin just said she shows the evolution in our relationship in and out of the ring. It wasn’t easy for him, but he always supported me and my decisions. That makes us lethal because we are always of one mind.”
Austin Ramsey: “My wife completes me and what makes her happy makes us one. A lot of tag teams are just partners and maybe just friends, but for the two of us, it’s until death do we part, and our goals are aligned. She wants my happiness just as much as I want hers. That makes us the most formidable team on this roster. Our goals are united and singular, and nothing can stop us.”
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “That may seem like BS but think about the greatest tag teams in history; they knew each other so well that they pulled off impossible feats. My husband’s dream was to be in a tag team with his wife, and I gave that to him. We both want to be the best, and we will do it every time we appear before you.”
Austin Ramsey: “It isn’t lost on me that my wife gave up a lucrative singles career for me. She is one of the very few that can claim a clean pinfall win over the great Chris Page. That’s how she left her legacy in Fight, and you are only as great as your last match. She did what most people wouldn’t, but she told me I had sacrificed for her during her rise to the top in FIGHT! NYC, and it was her turn for me.
My wife is no slouch in that ring. She was the longest reigning Manhattan Champion, and that’s not an easy feat. She beat my brother from another mother, JMont, for the Manhattan Championship. He is a legacy in this business, but my wife beat him fair and squarely. JMont is hands down one of the best in this business. So, it offends the fuck out of me when people omit Toddy in conversations about who matters in this business. She also beat Chris Page in a clean pinfall victory before FIGHT closed its doors. How many people can claim that stat?”
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “He loves me, especially differently. He keeps me on my feet. I’m happily excited by his smile and his intelligence. He ignites me; he incites me. All of these things make me his equal, which makes us the team to beat. We are equals, and I’m excited by everything about him, and he gives me things to think about. He makes me want to sing and dance, and when we are in the ring together, our dance is the moves we’ve trained on. I trust him, and he trusts me. I can feel it, and I can feel our devotion to one another. That is what makes us the team to beat.”
Austin Ramsey: “Nothing will get in our way. I’m feeling her, and she’s feeling me. I’m her man now, and that's stronger than anything these other teams can offer you without established roots. They better back down before they get smacked down. That’s what we will do to anyone that gets in our way. Bring your big mouths because we all know that is a lie; we will take you to the middle of the ring and whoop that ass because we are the foundation of the tag team division.”
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “That is not a threat, loves; it’s a whole-ass promise. The tag team division will be built off our backs, our blood, our sweat, and our tears. The division to watch. We are the ones they will all watch. Give us your love, and we will give it right back. Love you, Rockstars! xoxo Muah!”
The lights in the arena dim as a montage of New York City and its skyline appears on the big screen and Samuel L. Jackson’s “Ezekiel 25:17” quote from Pulp Fiction plays to completion. At the end the gunfire blends in with the sound of cash registers opening and closing, as Pink Floyd’s “Money” smashes through the speakers and Fred Debonair makes his way out onto the top of the ramp.
He closes his eyes and soaks up the boos from the crowd as they chant “asshole” and other insults. Opening them again, he smirks and walks down the aisle to the ring, climbing the steel steps, he enters between the top and middle rope, hopping onto the turnbuckle and raising his arms once more soaking up the crowds disdain. He hops back down and waits for the music and lights to return.
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] We’re about to get out first looks at both Fred Debonair and Samantha Voxx in what is another World Title Showcase match. I’ll tell you Centurion, we’ve got ourselves a stacked roster of talent from all over the globe right here in the WGWF.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Anytime you mention the WGWF the one consistent that should come to mind is the talent that have competed here in some form or fashion. It’s not a huge surprise to see so many tremendous athletes looking to make the WGWF their own.
The lights in the arena go out as a red light engulfs the arena. A burning sound is heard over the PA system before the opening to "What have You Done Now" by Within Temptation blares. Samantha Voxx steps out and smirks as she walks seductively to the ring, her hips switching with every step
[orange]”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX:[/orange]The following contest is scheduled for one fall; introducing first in the corner to my left... He is FRED DEBONAIR!
Boos from the crowd are heard as Fred blows a kiss at the crowd.
"THE BIG TICKET" HARVEY MARX: And his opponent, SAMANTHA VOX!
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Match 4:
[/u][/span][/div]SAMANTHA VOXX vs FRED DEBONAIR
Singles Match
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As the bell sounds Debonair and Voxx meet in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow lock up. Without much of a struggle Debonair shoves Voxx back and down to the mat. Voxx hits the canvas, but quickly rolls to the corner. Voxx is knelt down and rolls her shoulders as she stands up.
TYLER CAGE: Fred Debonair just man handled Samantha Voxx there.
CENTURION: Fred is twice her size, so that probably has something to do with it.
Voxx and Debonair meet for another lockup, but this time Voxx ducks under the tie up attempt of Debonair and grabs a waist lock on him. Voxx shoves Debonair forward into the ropes while holding the waist lock, but as they hit the ropes Debonair holds the top rope and Voxx rolls backwards. Voxx rolls right up to her feet and sees Debonair turn and charge at her, again Voxx uses her speed, side steps, and takes Debonair down with a drop toe hold. Voxx quickly spins on top of Debonair and grabs a headlock on him.
TYLER CAGE: Fred Debonair might be bigger, but Samantha Voxx is definitely quicker.
CENTURION: It's like she is flying with those fairy wings.
Debonair powers to his feet and slams a forearm into the ribs of Voxx. Debonair grabs Voxx and throws her back over his shoulder with a release belly to back, but Voxx flips through and lands on her feet. Debonair turns around right into a superkick from Voxx.
The kick knocks Debonair back, but he falls onto the ropes that bounce him right back to his feet and into a hurriconrana from Voxx that snaps him over. Voxx quickly rolls to her feet, charges off the ropes, and comes back with a running senton onto Debonair. Voxx rolls over and makes the pin.
One…
Two…
TYLER CAGE: Fred Debonair kicks out and looks to be retreating to the outside.
CENTURION: He isn't retreating, he's regrouping, a classic veteran move.
Debonair stands on the outside shaking his head clear but Voxx isn't stopping as she hits Debonair with a baseball slide dropkick, knocking Debonair into the security railing. Voxx stands on the apron and then delivers a Pele kick off the ring apron to Debonair as he stands on the outside.
The crowd pops, not for Voxx, but for the action. Voxx grabs Debonair and rolls him into the ring. Voxx hops to the apron and waits for Debonair as he starts to get to his feet, as he does Voxx springs to the top rope and leaps off at Debonair. Debonair sees Voxx coming though and lands a spinning back fist, knocking Voxx out of mid-air.
TYLER CAGE: WHAT A SHOT!
CENTURION: Excellent ring awareness by Fred Debonair, showing nothing beats experience.
Debonair takes a moment to collect himself as Voxx slowly rolls to all fours. Debonair charges, jumps into the air, and drops a knee into the back of Voxx. Voxx slams into the mat as Debonairs knees drive into her back. Debonair stays on the assault, going right into a crossface. Debonair sinks his body into Voxx's back and pulls up hard on her head, while twisting it.
TYLER CAGE: Fred Debonair is absolutely brutalizing Voxx with that crossface.
CENTURION: It's such a devastating maneuver.
Voxx pushes herself up, and then flips forward to escape the hold. Voxx rolls to all fours and faces Debonair who is on his feet. Voxx spins up and goes for a roundhouse kick, but Debonair throws his forearms up blocking the kick. Debonair fires a chop to the chest of Voxx and then whips her into the corner. Debonair charges in after Voxx, but runs into a boot from Voxx. Debonair staggers backward holding his jaw.
Voxx charges out of the corner with a forearm, but Debonair side steps her, and as he does catches her in an Abdominal stretch. Debonair twists Voxx's body, pulling her torso in an unnatural way. Voxx lets out a painful moan as her face is covered with agony.
TYLER CAGE: Samantha Voxx's body isn't supposed to bend like that.
CENTURION:You don't see the abdominal stretch very much anymore, but it is a devastating maneuver.
Voxx tries fighting out but as the referee checks to see if Voxx wants to submit Debonair reaches behind him and grabs the top rope for extra leverage. The crowd starts booing as Voxx's moans of pain intensify. The referee stands up and looks at Debonair, but Debonair releases the rope before the Referee sees him holding it. The referee sees the rope shaking and questions Debonair, but he denies holding the rope.
The referee again moves to check on Voxx, and as he does Debonair again grabs the rope and pulls it for leverage. This time the referee is quicker and sees Debonair holding the rope. The referee begins yelling at Debonair to release the hold, but Debonair refuses. The referee responds by kicking Debonairs hand off the ropes. Voxx uses this opening to deliver a big hip toss to Debonair.
TYLER CAGE: Samantha Voxx with a huge hip toss.
CENTURION: That Referee has no right to put his hands on Fred Debonair.
TYLER CAGE: The Referee is just enforcing the rules.
Debonair spins up to his feet and sees Voxx backed into the corner holding her sides. Debonair charges in, but Voxx moves out of the way and Debonair runs into the turnbuckles. Debonair staggers around and Voxx grabs his head, runs up the turnbuckles, spins around, and plants Debonair with a tornado DDT.
Voxx rolls under the bottom rope and to the apron where she pulls herself up with the ropes. Voxx waits for Debonair to stagger to his feet and then she springs to the top rope and comes off with a springboard forearm to the jaw of Debonair that drops him.
TYLER CAGE: Samantha Voxx is on a roll.
CENTURION: She put all of her body into that forearm.
Voxx gets to her feet as Debonair tries rolling to the corner for safety. As Debonair gets to the corner Voxx charges in and hits a hard corner cannonball. Voxx rolls right to her feet from the cannonball and grabs Debonair by the head and drags him from the corner to the middle of the ring. Voxx goes to lift Debonair onto her shoulders for the Fae Wings (One Winged Angel) but as she start to lift Debonair, he rolls forward catching Voxx in a victory roll.
One…
Two…
Kickout.
TYLER CAGE: I thought Fred Debonair was going to catch her there.
CENTURION: If Voxx had hit Fae Wings I think this would be all over.
Debonair gets to his feet first and charges at Voxx as she gets to her feet. Voxx sees him coming though and leap frogs over Debonair. Debonair hops to the second turnbuckle and lands on his feet. Debonair jumps and spins around in mid air as Voxx charges toward him. As Debonair flies through the air he catches Voxx with the "Enigma Divide" (Double-knee face breaker). Debonair rolls on top of Voxx and hooks the leg for the pin.
One…
Two…
Three…
YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL:
FRED DEBONAIR
CENTURION: Impressive debut for Fred Debonair tonight in Las Vegas!
TYLER CAGE:[/red] Indeed it was, and I for one am looking forward to seeing what he does next because he’s made his intentions clear that he’s looking for the World Title.
TYLER CAGE:[/red] Tonight was his first step, let’s see if he can continue his path… but before we do that we have to pay some bills. We will be right back.
The fans eagerly buzz, awaiting the main event! They’re excited to watch Joe Montouri and Mac Bane steal the show!
And suddenly, all that anticipation turns into a maelstrom of boos!
Walking down the ramp, the GREATEST AMERICAN XWF Universal Title resting on his shoulder.
Sporting his trademark shades and a suit.
Microphone in hand.
It’s “King of the Midcarders” Mark Flynn.
CENTURION: You can’t deny that Mark Flynn has had a lot of success in his career, especially as he’s currently the XWF Universal Champion.
TYLER CAGE: Of course, it doesn’t matter what you do in other feds. It matters what you do in the WGWF!
CENTURION: But by looking at other federations, you know what Mark Flynn can do. I don’t like the guy, but I can’t ignore his talent in the ring.
Flynn hops up the steps and steps through the middle ropes. The crowd continues to hail him with boos.
As he steps to the center of the ring, he snorts, and lowers his sunglasses below his eyeline, as if looking at the crowd for the first time.
“WORLD GLOBAL WRESTLING FEDERATION!” He growls into the microphone.
Cheap pop. The crowd loves this company!
…
Flynn chuckles.
“What a stupid fucking name.”
The crowd immediately turns IT UP TO ELEVEN BOOING FLYNN!
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Flynn presses his hand against his heart mock-apologetically… “Do you folks like WGWF’s name?”
The roof pops off! Hell fuckin’ yeah, they do!
Flynn stomps forward, leaning over the top rope. “Of course you fucking mouth-breathers like the name WORLD… GLOBAL? Global means the world. GLOBE is a model of the world! IT’S REDUNDANT.”
The crowd goes back to booing, but Flynn just chokes up on the mic to yell over them.
“WHY STOP THERE? Let’s call this place ‘WORLD GLOBAL’ ‘WRESTLING GRAPPLING’ ‘FEDERATION COMPANY’! Let’s make a STOCK TICKER THAT’S 45 LETTERS LONG!” Flynn laughs as the crowd boos him.
TYLER CAGE: Despite paying some respect to the history of WGWF in his promo last week, Cent… He seems to have issues with the company name.
CENTURION: If he doesn’t care for the name, he can always wrestle elsewhere…
Having riled up the crowd at the CCPE Arena, basking in their hatred for a bit longer, feeding off their antagonism… Flynn reels the microphone back to his chin.
“Let’s get one thing straight, you fuckin’ REPROBATES. YOU WHOREMONGERS. YOU SLUMLORDS AND SLUMSERFS OF THE WORST CITY ON THE GODDAMNED PLANET… LAAAAAAAAAS VEEEEEEGAAAAAAAAAS.”
The crowd keeps finding new volumes to hit hating on Flynn. And he is utterly delighted by their anger.
“I came here for the same reason I go anywhere in this godless industry. To PROVE…”
“THAT I AM.”
“THE.”
“BEST.”
“WRESTLER.”
“IN.”
“THE.”
“WORLD.”
Flynn sneers confidently as the crowd boos.
“I’VE SPENT 2022 RUNNING OVER THE GREATEST TALENT IN THE WRESTLING INDUSTRY. BOBBY BOURBON, RAION KIDO, CHARLIE NICKLES. I’ve DECIMATED their credibility! I’ve SULLIED THEIR BRAND.”
Flynn grins diabolically as he revels in his recent successes. He shifts the Universal Title belt on his shoulder so it glimmers in the lights hanging above the ring.
“AND I PLAN ON DOING THE SAME THING HERE.”
“Sonya Benson? The unwilling rich kid who faked an injury to get out of her XWF contract? I’ll HUMILIATE her.”
“Ol’ Centy? The guy who hasn’t once SNIFFED this belt in his 20-fuckin’ year career? I’ll DECIMATE OLD. MAN. ANDY.”
CENTURION: Don’t make me come down there…
TYLER CAGE: Sit down, Cent…
“And Vaughnie? The man who’s spent his XWF Tenure UNDER MY HEEL? Well, THIS TIME…”
"This Time... It's Different."
The fans all turn towards the entrance, as “This Time It’s Different” by Evans Blue hits. The reaction is pretty mixed, as while the fans are extremely pissed at Flynn right now, there’s not much love for a man like Peter Vaughn either.
The Mechanic slowly walks onto the stage, grinning, as Flynn stares over at him, annoyed at the interruption.
TYLER CAGE: Two weeks ago, Vaughn shocked many by getting a roll-up pinfall on Flynn, a victory that had eluded him for the past year.
CENTURION: I never like matches ending that way, as I’d rather see someone truly victorious. But a victory is a victory, no matter how you get it.
TYLER CAGE: Especially for someone like Vaughn. You know he’s out here to brag about it.
Showing no fear, Vaughn makes his way down the aisle and slides into the ring, standing up and turning towards Flynn, who doesn’t back away.
PETER VAUGHN: Well, well, well… always good to be in the ring with the King of the Mid-Carders…
There are some laughs from the audience, appreciating the use of Flynn’s old nickname, although he doesn’t seem bothered by it.
PETER VAUGHN: You know, Mark, I couldn’t help but come out when I heard your rousing speech. You really let the crowd know what you’re planning to do in the WGWF. And you’ve had a hell of a 2022, no one can deny that, given that belt that’s on your shoulder. A belt I held earlier this year, by the way…
CENTURION: That’s right, Peter Vaughn was the undisputed XWF Universal Champion as well!
TYLER CAGE: Only for a cup of coffee…
CENTURION: It still counts.
PETER VAUGHN: I tell you, Mark, it’s been such a thrill to watch you finally start to excel lately. So many big accomplishments. So many championships. It just makes… my win on the opener… feel so much bigger…
The crowd reacts, as Flynn shakes his head, not wanting to be reminded of the quick roll-up from the last show.
PETER VAUGHN: Look, Mark, no hard feelings. After all, the first time we faced off in the XWF, it ended in a quite similar fashion, didn’t it? You’ve rolled me up, I’ve rolled you up, hey, one could say that makes us even in some ways.
Flynn snorts grumpily. The bile building in the back of his throat. Ready to spew venom!
…When suddenly, a glimmer shines in his eye.
He smiles.
“Vaughniiiiiiiie.” He sings, all too familiarly. “You might think I’m mad… You might think I’M FURIOUS… about how you beat me last Monday Night Brawl…”
…Flynn’s eye twitches. But his smile perseveres.
“BUT I’M NOT, Vaughn. I am NOT.”
“You’re not wrong, Vaughnie. What goes around comes around. I *rolled* you up at our first meeting, almost one year ago. And last week, I relaxed. I figured you wouldn’t have learned a lick. I did the exact same trick. And not only did you counter out! You reversed and… enhanced the technique.”
“And I. AM. PROUD.” Flynn laughs, genuinely delighted.
“You surprised me, Petey. Are you successful, Vaughn? Of course. Are you drowning in gold? No doubt. But do you have the mental acumen to call yourself my peer?”
Flynn tsk-tsks.
“Until last week? I wasn’t sure. Might have even thought, hell no! But now?” Flynn grins. “Now, Vaughnie? I think… Maaaaaaaaybe.”
Flynn grins, knocking his fist on Vaughn’s SuperContinental belt.
“I told you once in TPW. It’s rare men like us find ourselves on the same side. Once? Was a miracle. TWICE? Clearly, there are larger forces at play. Destiny itself! The strings of fate bend. The OPTIMAL PATH JOINS OUR JOURNEYS ONCE MORE.”
Flynn nods, assuring himself of this thought.
“You and me, Vaughn? One more time. Wharf ya say? Let’s take over the WORLD… GLOBAL… WRESTLING FEDERATION.”
TYLER CAGE: Wow! Flynn and Vaughn teaming up! Could you imagine it, Cent?
CENTURION: I certainly can, and it’s a nightmare…
PETER VAUGHN: Here’s the honest truth, Mark. You and I? We’re going to be fighting for the WGWF World Heavyweight Title, and it’s likely going to be violent. There’s nobody else in this company that can match us at the top. So, obviously, we’re going to be carrying this place.
The fans boo, not liking the rejection of so many other talented athletes… and Sonya Benson.
Flynn nods, fully agreeing with the sentiment.
PETER VAUGHN: That being said, you’re right, we haven’t always been adversaries. I seem to recall back in a little fed called Thunder Pro Wrestling, you and I made one heck of a team. In fact, we were on our way to the Tag Titles when that fed collapsed under mismanagement. Seems to me… the WGWF might be the perfect place for a run-back of that team.
Flynn grins, nodding, brimming with electricity! He extends a hand.
…
Vaughn shakes it.
As the crowd hails down their displeasure at the formation of this super team, they are quickly drowned out by the return triumphant boom of Vaughn’s music.
TYLER CAGE: Vaughn and Flynn are going to fight collectively!
CENTURION:[/blue] What will this mean for the rest of the roster? This is an unholy alliance if there ever was one in the history of the WGWF.
TYLER CAGE: We will be right back with our Main Event of the evening.
See I believe in money, power, and respect
First You get the money
Then you get the muthafuckin, power
After you get the fuckin' power
Muthafuckas will respect you
Pyros shoot off like its the 4th of July. When the smoke clears, standing on the entrance way with a grin that all the fans cant stand. He walks down the aisle to cheers and boos and just laughs it off. When he gets into the ring, he climbs up the top turnbuckle, looks around then raises his arms like he is the king of the world.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] If you want to know how good J Mont is all you have to do is ask him and I’m sure he will tell you.
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] I like Mont’s attitude and his mentality of MAKING you take notice.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] You would.
As the first cords of “The Enemy” by Godsmack begin to play, the big Texan is out on the stage. He is attired in all black, leather duster, trunks, cowboy hat and boots. He stares downward as the pyro erupts behind him and on both sides. The lights go out and then a single spotlight shines on him. He raises his head up to a more natural position and then looks to the sky. He raises both arms in the “Hook’em Horns” fashion and then snaps his arms back down by his side as pyro erupts from the ring post. He nods his head along with the music as he continues down the ramp and to the ring steps, he pauses there briefly as he stares out an enthusiastic crowd. He wipes his feet on the ring apron before finally entering the ring.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] It’s another CCPE vs CCPE affair in our Main Event with World TItle Showcase implications.
[orange]”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX:[/orange] The following is your MAIN EVENT of the evening and it is a Heavyweight Showcase Match! Introducing first, he is JOE MONTOURI!
The crowd erupts with boos as J Mont shows no cares in the world.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX:[/orange] Introducing his opponent, he is MAC BANE!
There’s a mixed reception for Mac as we are set for our Main Event of the evening.
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]MAIN EVENT:
[/u][/font][/span][/div][/font][/font][/font][/font]JOE MONTOURI vs MAC BANE
Singles Match
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[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] We are set for our Main Event! It’s Mac Bane, it’s Joe Montouri, and it’s right now!
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] With every piece of talent jockeying for a position in the WGWF this is sure to be off the charts!
Mac Bane and J Mont circle each other within the confines of the ring before locking up. They jockey for position before shoving off each other with a stalemate.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Both of these guys are former World Champions, and in Mac Bane’s case right up the street is Sin City Wrestling where he’s been a two time champion this year alone.
They circle each other a second time before locking up where J Mont snatches a side headlock and starts cranking down on the head and neck of Bane. Mac drives several forearms to the ribs before backing J Mont up into the ropes and sends him sailing across the ring, Mont bounces off the near side where he smashes into Mac with a running shoulder block that sees neither man budge.
Mac points toward the ropes challenging Mont to try again.
Mont bounces off the near side where he looks for another running shoulder block and again neither man budges. Mont and Mac have words before Mont points at the ropes. Mac bounces off the farside where Joe drops down to his chest, Mac leaps over Joe bouncing off the near side, Joe pops up off the mat swinging with a lariat, Mac ducks and counters with a Side Russian Leg Sweep!
Mac floats over into the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR..
Mont escapes with a kick out.
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] I’m kind of torn on who to root for when it comes to these two because neither have a reputation of being fan favorites.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Tyler, you’re supposed to be objective. You’re not supposed to cheer for one over the other.
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] Oh.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] It’s okay because we’re all learning here.
Mac Bane is the first to his feet where he picks Mont up off the mat rocking him with a flury of right hands taking Joe back into a neutral corner. Mac lays in a reverse elbow to the side of Mont’s head before bringing him out from the corner where he looks to scoop him up over his shoulder.
Mont slides down the back of Mac Bane taking a Half Nelson where he snaps of a suplex that folds Mac Bane in half! Mont scurries into the cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THR..
Mac pops a shoulder up off the mat! Joe immediately locks in a rear chin lock. The referee slides into position checking to make sure it’s not a choke before asking Mac to surrender.
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] Can’t blame the official for checking and making sure Mont isn’t choking Mac.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] You have to think they’re going to pull out all the stops much like we saw with Flynn/Vaughn last week.
The referee continues asking Mac to surrender who waves him off before starting to work his way back up to his feet where he turns into the side chin lock and counters with a Side Suplex! Mont rolls out to the floor with Mac giving him close chase.
Mac spins Mont around blocking a right hand and countering with a shot of his own before driving Mont back into the guardrail. Mac brings Mont off the guardrail where he hoists him up with a Military Press and drops him down across the railing sternum first!
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] That could bruise a sternum.
Mac slides into the ring and then back out to the floor breaking the referee’s count. He picks Mont up off the floor only to be gouged in the eyes! Mont quickly takes over as he hurls Mac right shoulder first into the steel steps!
Mont doesn’t waste time as he reaches down picking Mac up and hurls him back into the ring.
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] J Mont turned things around with that gouge to the eyes and introducing Mac to the steel steps!
Mont slides back into the ring where he starts getting back to his feet while Mac rolls over to his chest and starts pushing himself up off the mat. Mont bounces off the ropes where he lands a FameAsser!
Mont rolls Mac over making a lateral press hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THR..
Mac Bane escapes with a kick out!
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] J Mont is starting to feel it!
The crowd boos as Mont gets back up to his feet. The reception brings a smirk to his face as he picks Mac up off the mat taking him back into the ropes where he fires him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Mac latches onto the ropes as Mont sets himself for the snap powerslam.
Mont charges toward Mac who throws up his right boot into the face of J Mont staggering him back out toward the center of the ring! Mac comes off the ropes with a running High Knee to the chin of Mont knocking him back into the ropes! Mont bounces off the ropes and into a boot to the midsection by Bane!
The crowd pops at the devastation of the Powerbomb delivered by Mac Bane to J Mont as he drives him violently into the mat while hanging onto both Mont’s legs where he transitions into a Boston Crab!
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] A beautiful transitions of moves by Mac Bane as J Mont’s in trouble!
The referee slides into position and starts asking Mont to surrender! J Mont refuses while we see Mac sit further and further back on the Boston Crab. The referee continues to ask Mont to surrender and he continues to refuse. J Mont pushes himself up off the mat and starts walking on his hands toward the ropes which causes Mac to transition into a STF submission!
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] Another sweet transition into a STF by Mac Bane!
The referee adjust positioning where he asks J Mont one more time to give it up. Mont can’t reach the ropes, his right hand comes up off the mat!
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Is J Mont going to tap?!?!
Mont suddenly starts biting the arm that’s crossed over his face causing Mac to break the hold!
[red]TYLER CAGE:[/red] I ain’t mad at him, he found a way out of the hold one way or the other.
Mac Bane is the first to his feet where J Mont slips out to the floor creating some more distance between himself and Bane. Joe limps on the right leg as he barks out at the fans sitting on the front row.
Meanwhile in the ring Mac Bane bounces off the far side gaining a full head of steam where he leaps over the top rope with a Tope Suicida as he crashes down on top of J Mont as he turns his attention toward the ring taking both men down to the floor.
Mac pops up to his feet where he snatches J Mont up off the floor and hurls him right back into the ring! Mac climbs up on the apron where he sizes up J Mont calling for the Branded!
[blue]CENTURION:[/blue] Mac Bane could be looking to seal the deal!
In the ring Mont starts to push himself up off the mat and back to a vertical base where we see Mac flip over top looking for a Buckshot Lariat! Mont see’s it coming and ducks which sends Mac and his momentum into the ropes where he bounces off the farside and into a snap powerslam!
Mont starts getting back to his feet where he backs up into a neutral corner and follows up with a running Curb Stomp to Mac Bane! J Mont rolls over Mac and makes a back press hooking the near leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Bane shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a mixed reception from the crowd. J Mont can be seen rolling over to his chest where he starts to pound on the mat! He garners boos from the crowd with each pound on the canvass.
CENTURION: Montouri is moments away from a JKO!
TYLER CAGE: Can J Mont call his shot?!?!
Mac Bane slowly starts to stir as he rolls over to his chest where he begins to push himself up off the mat to one knee, then up to a vertical base completely where J Mont uncoils looking to deliver his JKO!
The crowd responds as Mac counters with a backslide stacking J Mont’s shoulders to the mat!
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Mont escapes the near fall where he beats Mac to his feet! Mont swings at Bane, Bane blocks and counters with a headbutt across the bridge of the nose of Mont rocking Mont back into the ropes. Bane charges towards Mont looking to send him over the top rope and out to the floor. Mont elevates Mac over the top rope where he lands on the apron!
Mont spins around where Mac swings with a right hand!
Mont blocks and thumbs Mac in the eye before pulling Mac back through the top and middle rope where he has the front face lock on Mac Bane and plants him into the mat with a draping DDT! J Mont makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Mac Bane escapes with a kick-out!
TYLER CAGE: We’re talking inches!
Mont immediately starts working his way back to his feet where he pulls Mac up to a vertical base where he looks for a right hand! Mac blocks and kicks the right knee out from under Montouri! J Mont is dropped to one knee where it’s followed up with a Superkick from Bane dropping Mont where he stands!
Mac makes his way toward the ropes where he steps out to the ring apron.
The crowd starts to buzz as Mac sets up J Mont as he begins to make his way back up to his feet. Mac looks for another Buckshot Lariat and as he does the front flip over the top rope Mont strikes from out of nowhere with a JKO! Mont makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
3!!
YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL:
JOE MONTOURI
J Mont gets up off Mac Bane where he reaches his feet and has his arm raised in victory.
CENTURION: Incredible effort by both men but on this night J Mont has found a way to get it done.
TYLER CAGE: It was everything I knew it would be, but like you said on this night it was Montouri’s night.
J Mont starts running his hands across his waist when suddenly…
The Beast emerges out from behind the curtain locking eyes with J Mont as he begins to make his way down to the ring. Mont’s eyes lock on John Cable who stops upon reaching ringside. J Mont mocks Cable as he calls for the Beast.
CENTURION: What the hell are we going to see here?
TYLER CAGE:
[/font] Wait a minute![/span][/div]Cable stares down Debonair as Mont suddenly spins around where Mac Bane turns him inside out with a Buckshot Lariat!
CENTURION:[/blue] Mac Bane has BRANDED J Mont in the midst of all of this fall out.
Mac Bane eyes Fred Debonair as well as John Cable while we see J Mont rolling out to the floor. Monday Night Brawl leaves the air as the jockeying for position continues within the ranks of the WGWF.
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