Post by "The Peoples GOAT" James Raven on Nov 7, 2022 23:43:20 GMT -5
Brawl Card
11.7.22
CCPE Arena
Las Vegas, Nevada
14,432
TWO WEEKS AGO:
Fred pulls John out from the corner and gives him a low blow! The crowd roars with boos as Cable drops to one knee leaving him exposed to eat ENIGMA DIVIDE! Fred makes the cover while out on the floor Mont looks to send Mac into the guardrail! Mac reverses!
1!!
2!!
3!!
Bane is seconds late!!
WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 15:34:
“THE KINGDOM” FRED DEBONAIR
TYLER CAGE: DEBONAIR HAS DONE IT!
Fred reaches his feet where his arm is raised in victory while Mac rolls back out to the ring and starts to make his eya back up the ramp.
CENTURION: Good news is they’re not fired because Mont didn’t win, the bad news is Fred Debonair did.
Mont slides into the ring where he and Fred start stomping away at a fallen Cable garnering loud boos from the crowd as the bell is heard ringing several times. Mac reaches the top of the ramp before turning around to see the assault on Cable taking place.
Mac questions before cussing under his breath and makes a charge back to the ring!
Bane dives back into the ring getting to his feet where he tries to calm the situation. Fred and J Mont allow cooler heads to prevail but when Mac turns to leave the ring Fred and Mont pounce on Mac Bane!
CENTURION: First an attack on Cable after the match and now they’re attacking Mac Bane?!?!?!
The bell sounds repeatedly but it doesn’t do any good as Fred stomps away at Cable and Mont stomps away at Mac Bane when suddenly there’s a blackout inside CCPE ARENA.
CENTURION: IT CAN’T BE!!!
A spotlight hits the top of the ramp to reveal standing in a white tank top wife beater, jeans, and white kicks is the former multi-time XWF World and WGWF World Heavyweight Champion…
CENTURION: MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL JUST GOT GLORIOUS!! THE TRISTAN SLATER IS HERE IN LAS VEGAS!
Sure enough THE Tristan Slater breaks into a sprint to the ring and as he dives under the bottom rope Fred and J Mont powder out to the floor. The crowd is on fire inside CCPE Arena. Fred and Mont back-peddle up the ramp while THE Tristan Slater helps Mac Bane and his tag team partner John Cable up to their feet.
The three men stare down the two at the top of the ramp when suddenly walk out joining Fred and J Mont none other than Peter Vaughn and Mark Flynn! Flynn immediately starts pointing and screaming obscenities at THE Tristan Slater as Monday Night Brawl leaves the air in shocking fashion.
Monday Night Brawl takes the air live from the CCPE Arena at The Velvet Rabbitt, Las Vegas…
Pink Floyd’s “Money” smashes through the CCPE arena. The curtains twitch and from the back steps Fred Debonair dressed in a navy blue three-piece check Brioni suit and wearing a pair of brown brogues on his feet, Oakley’s covering his eyes and the IIW United Kingdom belt resting over his shoulder.
He soaks up the boos and “asshole” chants as he struts to the ring, cocky smirk and all, stopping at the ringside steps before slowly climbing them and stepping between the top and middle rope. He walks straight towards Denise Essex and asks for a Mic, for which she duly obliges. Fred paces around for a while as the music dies out, but the intense boos from the crowd continue. Fred just chuckles and shakes his head as he removes the shades, hanging them from his breast pocket and arranging the UK Title on his shoulder as he brings the mic up.
FRED DEBONAIR: “Alright look, before I get into it I just wanna say I’ve heard that J Mont won’t be here this evening which is a real shame! Because I did have something to say to him, but I know he’ll be here in spirit! And I know he’ll be watching on from wherever he’s at.”
The crowd continue to boo and jeer.
FRED DEBONAIR: “C’mon guys and girls… It’s twenty twenty-two but if you seriously want to keep on with this booing me, calling me an asshole and whatever then you go right ahead but just understand stuff like that, don't phase people like me! Nah… We take in what you do, what you say and we use it as fuel. We carry on and we keep doing what we set out to do to your chagrin! And speaking of… I did exactly what I said I was going to do, two weeks ago on Brawl and I came out on top and that’s why I was hoping J Mont would be here, because I want to issue an apology! I already apologised in advance but I want to go on record right now because I genuinely believed he could have gone on to have a huge streak here in WGWF…
But you know there’s someone else I wanted to address right now, because I think the guy has some kind of issue with me and that man is Mac Bane… Now Mac I’m not sure if it’s the annoyance that you got shown up by someone else in CCPE or just that you got shown up in general? I’m not sure either if you just couldn’t hack being torn apart by, who is essentially, the new guy… But I think I’ve made a point now that when I say something will be done, it will be done! At the end of the match though, when Joe and myself were taking care of a nuisance in Jonathan Cable you decided to get yourself involved and you decided to go against CCPE. Now, that’s your choice Mac and your prerogative… However something else I’d said would occur, is if you were to interject yourself into Fred Debonair’s business then you would be making things personal… And you Mac, have made things personal! Not least when that happened but even since then, over social Media. So Mac if you want to do something about The Kingdom that’s now sitting outside your front door, I’m right here…”
Suddenly, Debonair is interrupted as Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles begins to play. It doesn’t make the crowd any happier as they turn to boo the entrances of “The King of the Midcarder” Mark Flynn and “The Mechanic” Peter Vaughn! The two men stand on the ramp for a moment as the music concludes, with Vaughn twirling a mic in his hand. He finally brings it up.
PETER VAUGHN: Hey there, Fred. Mark and I were hanging out in the back when we heard you talking about ol’ Mackey there, and we had to come out. You see, I’ve teamed with Mac several times in the CCPE, and I’m telling you, it was tough for him to take things personal. We’d take a loss, and he’d be in the back, drinking a beer before the night was over. But who knows, maybe he’s feeling a little more “personable” lately, I don’t know.
Vaughn shrugs, looking over at Flynn, who just shakes his head.
PETER VAUGHN: I mean, lately, it seems like I’m on the opposite side of Mac & Cheese. But that’s fine by me, since I’ve gotten myself the ultimate tag-team partner in Mark Flynn, one of the greatest wrestlers on the planet. We’re talking about the XWF Universal Champion vs. the guy who lost in the Supercontinental Title tournament! I mean, you really can’t compare the two. Sorry, Mac. Nothing… personal.
At this, Vaughn can’t hide a smirk, as he tosses the mic over to Flynn.
Flynn snatches it with one hand out of the air and draws it under nose.
MARK FLYNN: Let’s not fucking forget who is A-TEAM CCPE around here… Who repped the brand at the Tara Fenix Charity Clusterfuck? Who did Page call on to represent the PEAK of wrestling at the fucking DECLARATION OF WAR on the rest of the wrestling industry?
Flynn sticks a finger in the air.
MARK FLYNN: Mark Flynn.
A second.
MARK FLYNN: And Peter Vaughn. Picks number ONE and TWO.
Flynn side-eyes the camera.
MARK FLYNN: No need to specify which is which.
Flynn chuckles.
MARK FLYNN: My point? Somehow, Mac Bane wasn’t spot 3. He wasn’t spot 4. He wasn’t spot 5. And as far I’m aware, he wasn’t in backup spots 6 through fuckin’ 100!
MARK FLYNN: If Mac Bane wanted to imagineer a world where he’s the best wrestler in CCPE… If he wants to step into a land of make-believe where he’s better than CCPE, he’s forgetting about the Supercontinental Tournament, where my boy Peter Vaughn SHOWED HIM THE FUCK UP. He’s forgetting about the Cannabis Cup where he got shown up in round fucking TWO. While I cruised all the way to first place.”
…Flynn grins.
MARK FLYNN: Speaking of guys trying to pretend away history… TRISTAN SLATER.
The crowd pops at the mention of Tristan Slater.
MARK FLYNN: The man I ran out of the industry 10 years ago. The FUCKING CHOSEN ONE. The FALSE MESSIAH whose crown I RIPPED FROM HIS SKULL.
Mark Flynn: Former XWF World Heavyweight Champion. And CURRENT HAS-BEEN.
Flynn guffaws.
MARK FLYNN: Slater’s the saddest what-if story in wrestling history. What if Mark Flynn hadn’t ended his undefeated streak? What if he’d stayed clean and not tested positive for steroids? WHAT IF THE STARS AND HEAVENS ALIGNED AND TRISTAN SLATER COULD CLIMB BACK TO THE HEIGHTS HE ONCE REACHED?
The crowd pops. Scattered chants of ‘Slater’.
Flynn shakes his head.
MARK FLYNN: Unfortunately… This story takes place on Planet Earth. Where Slater’s latest reboot… runs straight into the brick wall that is THE top most dominant superstars in wrestling today…
Flynn points to his partner.
MARK FLYNN: ‘The Mechanic’... ‘THREE-PETE’ Peter Vaughn!
Flynn points at himself.
MARK FLYNN: AND REIGNING UNIVERSAL CHAMPION. AND MASTER OF THE OPTIMAL PATH, MARK FUCKING FLYNN.
The crowd aren’t too sure how to react, but Fred Debonair’s smirk, is a picture. He points with an open hand toward the two men on the stage.
FRED DEBONAIR: And there you have it ladies and gentlemen! Tristan Slater, I’m sorry THE Tristan Slater, Mac Bane, Jonathan Cable. You boys are unhappy about something I’ve done?! You’re unhappy at the way I’ve conducted myself?! Unhappy that Peter Vaughn, Mark Flynn and I’m in no doubt J Mont as well, see you just as I do?! Then boys you know what to do!! We’re not going anywhere!
“Money” streaks across the sound system once again, as Vaughn and Flynn start to head off to the back, with Debonair climbing through the ropes and also headed to the back.
CENTURION: The line in the proverbial sand has been drawn!
TYLER CAGE: I have a feeling that things are going to get very combustible here tonight! We know that later on tonight we will hear from John Cable, Mac Bane, and THE Tristan Slater.
CENTURION: And with Fred, Vaughn, and Flynn all in the building I have to think that there are going to be some fireworks.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentleman your opening contest LIVE on Monday Night Brawl from CCPE Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing CCPE, he is BAM MILLER!”
No one Will survives plays over the speakers and Bam Miller rides out on stage on his Midnight Black Harley Davidson, he revs up the engine and then begins to ride down the ramp and parks at the end. He gets off slowly and jugs a Miller Lite beer and then tosses it into the crowd. He argues with some fans and then walks up the steel steps but before stepping into the ring he reveals his signature weapon The Brick out of his black leather jacket and raises the brick in the air for the people to see, with a smirk replacing it down by the steps and gets inside the ring and runs up to the top turnbuckle as he beats on his chest and uses vulgar language towards the fans. After that, he gets down and goes over to his corner, and waits for the match to begin.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: His opponent, making her way to the ring… MILLIE MONROE!
Till I Collapse" plays and the fans give a generous pop for Millie Monroe as she comes out and does a high energy romp to the ring tagging hands and hugging fans. At ringside she does a full lap around the ring continuing to interact with the crowd before finally stopping and using her stethoscope to check the heartbeat of a lucky young fan. Millie gives the thumbs up and really makes the fan's day by bestowing the stethoscope around their neck as a forever gift they can take home and cherish. Millie then slides into the ring, pops up, and runs the ropes a few times to limber up for the task to come.
Match 1:
Bam Miller vs Millie Monoe
The referee motions for both competitors to get the action started, and Bam Miller is the first out of his corner and stepping into the middle of the ring. Millie shows no hesitation and is quick to join him, extending her hand to offer him a tie-up. Bam accepts, but quickly presses forwards and pushes Millie back to the corner and slams a heavy elbow into the side of her head. He tries to keep her pinned against the ropes, but Millie is able to duck under his arm and circle back out to the middle of the ring while holding a hand to her ear. Bam turns and charges after her but takes a snap kick to his chest that stops him dead in his tracks. Millie drops low and hits a russian leg sweep, toppling Bam over, and she quickly pounces on him and digs her fingertips into the gap between his trapezius and collarbone.
CENTURION: Millie Monroe is going straight for the pressure point! Bam’s face is twisted up in pain!
TYLER CAGE: I’d like to talk to her more about anatomy.
CENTURION: You can’t say that sort of thing, Tyler.
TYLER CAGE: BECAUSE SHE’S A NURSE, CENTURION!
Centurion says nothing, but watches the action in the ring as Bam forces himself up to his feet and manages to pull himself free of Millie’s grip.
TYLER CAGE: … but also because she a baddie…
CENTURION: *sighs*
Bam lunges forward with a clothesline and drops Millie, but quickly grabs her by the hair and drags her back up to her feet. He irish whips her across the ring and into the ropes, catching her on the rebound and hurling her with a belly to belly suplex! Millie skids across the mat towards the corner, and Bam scrambles over to her on his hands and knees to make the cover. Wasting no time, he rolls Millie up and points towards the arena rafters along with the referees count!
ONE!
TWO!
Millie gets a shoulder up just after two and wraps her forearm around Bam Miller’s throat! Bam’s eyes widen in shock as the crowd explodes in excitement! Millie locks Bam in a tight chokehold and rolls him over off the top of her, pressing him flat to the canvas and transitioning to an arm triangle! Bam flops around like a fish trying to free himself, but the grip is tight! His face turns a bright red before becoming a deep purple, the referee crouching over him and asking if he wants to submit!
CENTURION: This is bad for Bam! His hand is hovering in the air, ready to tap!
He doesn’t tap, though. Instead he uses that hand to pound Millie Monroe with punches, raining them down on her ear and to the back of her head. She flinches, but tries to hold her grip. The flinch was all Bam needed to find an opening and power his way out of her grasp and shove her back off the top of him. Millie scrambles back to her feet just as Bam does, and the two stare each other down from across the ring. Suddenly Millie charges forward and leaps through the air, looking for a flying knee.
TYLER CAGE: Imprisoned for life!
CENTURION: She misses! She telegraphed it!
Bam can tell what’s coming from a mile away and easily sidesteps the soaring Millie, watching as she sails into the ring ropes and gets herself momentarily caught up in them! She tries to free herself but Bam crumples her with a heavy punch directly to the kidney, then grabs her by the air and rips her away from the ropes before slamming her hard to the canvas. Millie rolls around slowly as Bam looks out at the jeering crowd and scoffs at them, holding both arms out to his side to soak in their distaste.
Bam drops to his knees beside Millie but instead of making a cover decides to roll her over onto her stomach, locking in a tight crossface. Millie immediately tries to spin around and reach out for the bottom rope, but Bam is too heavy on the top of her to be able to drag his weight. Bam eventually lets go of the hold and drags Millie towards the center of the ring, away from the ropes, but Millie uses the opportunity to drive a hard right hand into Bams midsection and doubles him over. She grabs Bam’s head and pins his chin to the top of her own skull before jumping up and landing on her knees on the mat. Jawbreaker! Bam stumbles around the ring, dazed and confused.
CENTURION: Millie drops back off the ropes, sling-shotting herself at Bam!
TYLER CAGE: Cross body!
Millie takes Bam down hard, landing directly on top of him and hooking his leg in a flash. The referee drops into position and slaps their hand down on the canvas!
ONE!
TWO!
Bam is able to get a shoulder up, breaking the count, but as he throws his arm up into the air Millie grabs ahold of it and spins around. She throws her legs over Bams chest and locks his arm into a tight armbar, dropping flat to the mat in an attempt to pop her hips forward and hyperextend his elbow!
The crowd explodes, cheering raucously for Bam to tap or have his arm snapped!
TYLER CAGE: She’s got it! She’s gonna break his arm here!
Somehow Bam finds the focus to wait for the right moment and roll over, folding Millie in half and stacking her on her back as he climbs to his feet. Millie lets go of the armbar but not the arm, and tries to move to a triangle choke but Bam kicks her hard in the spine before she can secure it. He pulls his arm free of Millie, retreating to the corner to stretch it out and grimace to himself. Millie rolls around on the mat, clutching her back, but eventually crawls to the opposite corner and uses the ropes to pull herself up as well.
“MI-LLIE!”
“MI-LLIE!”
CENTURION: The crowd here in CCPE Arena LOVE Millie Monroe.
TYLER CAGE: Of course they do. She nearly beat “Cholo” in her debut, and she’s pushing Bam Miller to his limits here tonight!
“MI-LLIE!”
“MI-LLIE!”
Spurred on by the crowd, Millie straightens up and makes her way to the middle of the ring. Bam watches her, then slowly makes his way out to meet her. Undeterred by the punishment she’s already taken, Millie extends a hand to offer another tie up. Bam reaches for her hand but then fires a knee to her midsection, but Millie was ready for his under-handed tactics and pushes his leg away before it lands. She hooks Bams head and DDT’s him to the mat, popping back to her feet and yelling out to the crowd as they cheer her on! She looks to the corner, then without a moments hesitation rushes over and climbs through the ropes to the apron before making her way to the top of the ringpost.
CENTURION: Bam is still down! Millie Monroe is looking for the Redemption Arc!
TYLER CAGE: Nope! He’s up to his feet!
Bam takes a few desperate steps and lunges for the ropes, shaking the top one violently so that Millie loses her balance and collapses to a seated position on the ring post. The crowd begins to boo loudly as Bam looks her in the eyes, and then pulls her down to the mat with a brutal stunner!
CENTURION: Miller Time! Outta nowhere!
Bam drags Millie away from the ropes and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 13:29:
BAM MILLER
Bam stands up, staring down at Millie as the referee raises his hand up in victory. Bam takes a deep breath, seemingly worse for wear after the close match up. He pulls his arm away from the ref and makes his way to the corner, climbing up to the middle rope and flipping the middle finger to all the fans booing him inside of the CCPE Arena.
CENTURION: Bam Miller warned Millie that he was on an ass-kicking tour, and as he predicted it continued here tonight.
TYLER CAGE: Millie looked good though. Respectfully.
CENTURION: She’s incredibly talented, but after tough losses to “Cholo” and Bam you have to wonder where it leaves her in the TV division. Or how close it puts her to someone like Sonya Benson…
Bam makes his way to the opposite corner of the ring, just to make sure all the fans in the building get a chance to see what he thinks of them. They continue to boo loudly as he makes his way out of the ring and heads up the ramp and disappears backstage.
We fade away from the ring.
We cut backstage to a hallway where the scene opens up to the divine figure of Lexi Gold dressed in a form fitting white dress and white strappy heels. Her alabaster skin glows under the ballasted lights of the long hallway. She leans on a set of black and silver stage crates while an oversized white boa constrictor wraps itself around the contours of her body. She kisses at the creature who has its head perched on her right hand. It flicks its tongue and speaks to her in parseltongue. The snake trusts Lexi, because Lexi trusts the snake. It’s a mutual bond between animal and human. A hushed whisper escapes her full lips. The Golden Goddess confesses her deepest darkest secrets. The snake seems to understand.
Lexi isn’t scheduled to compete tonight for the WGWF. She’s only at the arena for a mandatory non-wrestling appearance. The boss booked it. So she showed up. And if she’s being honest with herself, she prefers it this way. Being told what to do is something that Lexi has taken solace in over the years. She’s a pleaser, often at her own expense.
Initiating conversation has never come naturally to her. Never been her style. She wraps herself in a veil of secrecy and comfort, safe from the risk of rejection. Silent. Coiling. Tasting the air and waiting to strike.
There aren’t many people in the business that know Lexi Gold very well. They see the social media posts. The photo shoots. They watch the matches. But do they really know who she is? Does anybody really care about how she feels? That’s been a question she’s asked herself for a long time now, glowing up for millions and going home alone. Lexi doesn’t have many warm-blooded friends in this world. If she’s ever going to have a best friend, it’ll take bold actions from a brave suitor to make it happen.
“Woh! What the hell is that?” Emily Simms shouts out loud as she steps into the hallway from 20 yards downfield.
Lexi pivots to see The California Kitten, dressed in ring gear, with boyfriend and Bull of the North, Buster Gloves following closely behind. Buster is also dressed in his ring gear, prepared for his tag match later in the card. Tonight marks the first time Buster and Emily have been a tag team since February. That time was to take on a couple Level Up champions. This time to take on two of the most dastardly figures on the roster; The Punisher and Sonya Benson.
Emily’s ring gear color coordinates with Buster’s. She shines in a pair of bedazzled white wrestling shorts and a cobalt blue crop top with the stylized word ``Simms” on her chest. Golden hair hangs from a Pepsi blue bucket hat, along with red, white, and blue sneakers to complete the look.
Emily wanders the hallway like a parking lot stray. Buster seems content to follow her like a lost puppy. The two of them are killing time before their match, roaming the halls of the Velvet Rabbit arena, looking for trouble and pretending that a camera crew isn’t recording this entire scene. Buster keeps his eyes locked on his phone screen, scrolling through messages and memes, taking quick glances at both girls, and trying not to stare.
After a hop, a skip, and a jump, The California Kitten arrives at her destination, chipper and curious as usual. She’s adorable and ridiculous. It’s enough to pop a smile and a chuckle from Lexi Gold. Emily breaks the ice. “Oh my Gord. Look it, Buster. It’s B-A-U-tiful!”
Lexi agrees. “Isn’t he, though?” The snake curls up onto Lexi’s arm folding back on itself in a repeating S-curve.
“I apologize for asking, but would it be ok if I hold him?”
“I don’t mind. Let’s ask HIM if it’s ok.” Lexi consults with the serpent. “What do you say, Silvario? Is this pretty lady good enough to hold you?”
Buster Gloves chimes in from the cheap seats, not even bothering to look up. “She’s good enough to hold ME.”
Emily fires a motherly glance at Buster. “Don’t ruin this experience for me.” Lexi gently lifts the 8-ft boa over her head and delivers it into the waiting arms of Emily Simms. “He won’t bite, will he?”
“He ate a big fat mouse back at the hotel. He should be fine for a long time.”
Emily drapes the snake across her shoulders and down her arms. “You’re not such a bad snake, are you?” she asks and runs a finger down it’s body. ”It’s funny. I always thought they would be slimy, but they’re not at all like I thought…Guess I was wrong.” Emily says in between giggles to Lexi.
“Not as slimy as a trouser snake.” Buster is way too proud about the comment. Dad jokes are not landing. Know your audience.
“GROSS!” says both women in unison.
“Ignore HIM.” suggests Emily to Lexi.
“I’ll try.” Lexi begins to pace around, examining the situation, heels clicking on the concrete floor with each step. While Emily studies the serpent, and Buster studies his phone, Lexi judges Buster. “They aren’t at all what you expect them to be like, are they? They look so tough and so mean, but they aren’t so bad if you treat them right. If you just remain calm, they are completely harmless.” She folds her arms across her body, artificially lifting her chest, and smirking before she clears her throat and finally gets Buster to look up from his phone. Emily is entranced by the serpent.
“Oh my God, Lexi. This is so cool. Thank you!”
Lexi pivots and walks back behind Emily, sizing her up as well. “Oh, no. The pleasure is all mine. Snakes get a bad rap,” Lexi explains, “but they’re better than most people. That’s been my experience anyway. People will say nice things to your face, just to get what they want, and then destroy you as soon are you turn your back. What did a snake ever do to anybody? They just exist.”
Buster attempts to contribute to the conversation. “Lots of people die from snakebites. My uncle…”
“None that didn’t deserve it!” Lexi hisses at him. Buster flinches. “If you leave them alone, they won’t bother you. We’d all be much better off if we could just admit that snakes are much more afraid of us than we are of them. That’s why they make such good pets and even better friends.”
“They do! I want one, but I don’t think my dog Scooter would like them very much.” The snake tickles her as it wraps its tail end around her waist.
Lexi takes a seat and crosses a leg over the other. “You know, I don’t have many friends, Emily.”
“Oh, neither do I. I just started here.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. I don’t have many friends ANYWHERE. People tell me how pretty I am, but it’s just because they want something from me. Once they learn a little bit more, they get scared away.”
“Why would they do that? You’re such a sweetheart, Lex.”
“I could say the same thing about you.”
“Well hey. You need a friend. Right? I’ll be your friend. Buster will be your friend too. Isn’t that right, Buster.”
Buster looks up and is paralyzed by the sight of both women staring through his soul. His eyes bounce from left to right, right to left, careful not to spend more time looking at one than the other. His heart races. His breathing intensifies. He forgets where he is. “What’s that now?”
“The three of us. We can be friends.”
Palms sweaty, Buster swallows hard. “Uhhh. Yeh. Sure. We can be friends.”
“Yay!” shouts Lexi as she bypasses Emily and gives Buster a VERY awkward hug in front of his snake-charmed girlfriend. Buster does not squeeze back. “I’d hug you too Emily, but snakes don’t like being squished.”
The whole situation is bizarre. Lexi and Emily are way too similar. Same energy. Same hair color. Same interest in… companions. They walk alike, they talk alike. It must be a southern California thing. Spellbound by the Mother of Snakes and the California Kitten, Buster is melted butter. Smelling weakness in the air, the women pounce in a coordinated effort.
“Would you like to hold Silvario?” questions Lexi.
“Uhhh… no thank you. I’m good.”
“Hold the snake, Buster!” pressures Emily.
Buster takes a step back. “No way. Nope.”
“Why not?” says Lexi from another angle.
“Because the only good snake is a dead snake.”
Audible gasps from the gold coast twins.
Emily is the first to defend the serpent. “Don’t you dare! You take that back.”
“I grew up on a farm, Em. You know that. I hate snakes.”
Lexi follows up as the voice of reason. “This is a different snake Buster. Not the one that bit you.”
Buster continues to retreat as Emily takes a step forward, snake still wrapped around her. “I’m not holding that f*cking snake, bro. Get it away.’
Emily tries a new tactic. “Oh come on. Please hold the snake? He won’t hurt you. He likes you. He told me so.”
Lexi piles on. “Yeh, Buster. He likes you a lot.”
“Get f*cked! Both of you! I’m not touching it.” Buster turns and escapes into the dressing room, the girls left in a hallway. He slams the door shut behind him, clicks the lock, goes silent for a couple seconds, and then lets out a frightened roar. “Aaagh!”
“What’s his problem?” Asks Emily.
“I do believe he found the other snakes!”
Emily laughs until her ribs hurt and safely hands Silvario (the snake) back to his owner.
“Buster!” Emily shouts. “Get out here you big baby! I just made a new best friend. We need to celebrate.”
“I'm sure he will come around eventually. It’ll just take a little bit of time to see things our way. In the meantime, you have a big match tonight. Benson and Punisher are jerks. They attacked me and Cable last week. They need to be put back in their place.”
“Oh, I saw that.” Admits a concerned Emily.
More crashing noises and shouts of terror can be heard from the dressing room.
“I won’t forget what they did to us. I wish it was me out there tonight, instead of you, kicking their asses. I'll be watching with great interest. Just be careful out there. And take care of Buster. He’s a sweet boy.” Just then there's another crash, the sound of a cage rattling, and a higher-pitch-than-expected cry for help.
Lexi sighs. It’s not easy being alone. It’s not easy being new. And it’s definitely not easy when other people getting between you and your destiny. Lexi gives her one final hug before turning on her heal and walking off in the opposite direction as the scene fades.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, she is SAMANTHA VOX!
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
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Peter Vaughn, he is “The King of the Midcarders” MARK FLYNN!
Mark comes out in a dazzling blue robe. Across the back, it says "King of the Midcarders" while being followed out by Peter Vaughn. He has no expression and makes no eye contact with his opponent while walking toward the ring. Flynn reaches ringside where Vaughn whispers something in his ear. When the bell rings, he shifts gear and a snarl comes across his face.
Match 2:
Samantha Vox vs Mark Flynn w. Peter Vaughn
Mark Flynn is out of the corner immediately at the referees signal, quickly cornering Samantha Voxx as Peter Vaughn shouts in support from the outside. Samantha tries to back Flynn off with a low leg kick, but he checks it easily and fires one of his own that digs deep into her thigh. Voxx looks to circle out of the corner, but Flynn cuts her off and keeps her trapped before firing off another kick that can be heard echoing through the CCPE Arena despite the roar of the crowd. Samantha winces, and Mark Flynn takes note. “The King of the Midcarders” snarls again, and dives at the leg of Samantha Voxx. He drags her down to the mat then pops up to his feet, stomping the same thigh of Voxx before she finally rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring to get away from him.
CENTURION: I’m not sure that she’s any safer out there with Peter Vaughn.
TYLER CAGE: That’s a fair statement, my dude.
On cue Peter Vaughn makes his way around the outside of the ring, but Samantha sees him approaching and quickly rolls back into the ring where Mark Flynn is waiting for her. Once more he stomps at her leg before dropping down and wrapping her legs up, stepping over into a sharpshooter! Samantha easily reaches out and grabs the rope, but Mark Flynn doesn’t release the hold at the referees initial urging.
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI-”
Flynn lets go at the last possible second, but quickly grabs the ankle of his target leg once more and uses it to drag Samantha to the middle of the ring and away from the safety of the ropes. Voxx uses her free leg to kick at Flynn, catching him clean on the jaw and stunning him just enough to release her. Voxx rolls backwards and back to her feet, stumbling slightly, but she braces herself and charges forward hitting Mark Flynn with a running lariat! Both stars hit the mat and Samantha quickly dives on Flynns arm, trying to swing herself into position for a cross armbar, but Flynn breaks her grip and manages to grab ahold of her forearm instead. He works to step over her and battle for a kimura, but as she sets up to defend he immediately releases it and hammers her with hard right hands.
CENTURION: Mark Flynn is so dangerous. He doesn’t care how he hurts you, he just wants to hurt you.
TYLER CAGE: I had a dentist like that once.
CENTURION: … yeah, that’s the same.
TYLER CAGE: That’s what I’m tryna tell ya, Cent.
Flynn covers Voxx.
ONE!
TWO!
Voxx gets a shoulder up.
Peter Vaughn slaps the apron outside the ring, cheering Flynn on. Flynn stands up and paces a slow semi circle around Samantha Voxx, trying to plan his next move. He bends down to lift Voxx, but she surprises him with a quick rollup!
ONE!
TW-
Mark Flynn kicks out quickly, shoving Voxx away from him and rolling back to his feet with an irritated expression on his face. Voxx stands slowly in front of him, but as she reaches for a tie up he drives another low kick into her leg and staggers her. He falls back off the ropes and dives with a chop block to her knee that flips her head over heels and leaves her clutching her leg in agony. Flynn grabs her and rolls her over on top of him with a surfboard stretch, and Peter Vaughn shouts from the outside for the referee to watch for the tap! Voxx is able to fire a few backward elbows at Flynn, and he drops her fairly quickly and she’s able to squirm away. Voxx is back up, but it’s a noticeable struggle for her now.
TYLER CAGE: Damn. Mark Flynn’s chewwed the HELL outta that leg.
CENTURION: It’s what he does.
Mark Flynn can see that Voxx is wearing down. Peter Vaughn can see it too. He reaches under the bottom rope and taps Samantha harmlessly on the boot. She turns to glare at him, but quickly spins back around to focus on Flynn who advances towards her. He fakes another leg kick, and when she flinches to block it just punches her right in the face. Voxx’s lip is split as she stumbles backwards into the corner. Flynn stomps after her, but eats a hard forearm across the jaw as she bounces off the ropes and back at him. Voxx tries to hook him up for a DDT but Flynn quickly shoves her off and back into the corner where he delivers a vicious chop across her chest.
“WOOOOOOOOO!”
Samantha once more shoves Mark back, and this time rears back on her good leg and tries to unleash a superkick! Flynn ducks underneath the lame leg and catches it, snapping it down over his shoulder awkwardly and eliciting a howl of agony from Samantha Voxx! The crowd groans loudly as she collapses to her knees. Mark Flynn drags her out of the corner and pulls her up to her feet.
Peter Vaughn knows what’s coming, and turns away from the ring, smiling in victory.
CENTURION: THE! END!
TYLER CAGE: Flynn makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 9:02:
“THE KING OF THE MIDCARDERS”
MARK FLYNN
The referee has to all but pry Mark Flynn off of Samantha Voxx when it’s over as he snarls and shouts down at her after the match. Finally Flynn climbs to his feet and allows the referee to raise his hand as Peter Vaughn makes his way up into the ring to join him.
The duo bump fists, speaking to each other as they watch the wounded Samantha Voxx roll out of the ring.
CENTURION: Mark Flynn just makes friends everywhere he goes, doesn’t he.
TYLER CAGE: I’ll be his friend so that he doesn’t beat me up.
Flynn and Vaughn make their way out of the ring as well, indifferent to the jeers from the crowd.
CENTURION: Luckily for you, I think they have their sights set on bigger things right now. I hope Fred Debonair was watching that…
TYLER CAGE: If he wasn’t, it’s a him problem.
Flynn and Vaughn stop at the top of the ramp, turning back to the ring one last time and letting the fans know… it may say WGWF, but it belongs to them.
CENTURION: We’ll be right back, kids.
Fade out.
The show comes back on the air, with Denise Essex standing atop of the ring entrance.
DENISE ESSEX: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time…. “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA!
CENTURION: Cholo is 2-0 in WGWF and looking for more.
TYLER CAGE: Don’t get me started on this guy.
The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by Jay Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William 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. He wears torn-up jean pants, beach sandals and a classy or classic colorful button-up silk shirt he is known for wearing. He holds two mixed drinks in his hands that likely have plenty of mezcal in it. He soaks it all in, feeling the love from the fans, and after a few seconds he turns towards Denise and offers one of the drinks as the music dies out.
DENISE ESSEX: Well thank you Cholo, but I don’t think I’m allowed to drink on the job.
CHOLO: Mira Mami, when you are hanging out with Cholo, you are going to party... and you are going to drink… You might as well get used to it.
A WGWF assistant comes out from the back with a high table which he sets up between Cholo and Denise so they can put their drinks there. Denise relieved, puts her drink down and Cholo shakes his head at her in disappointment. The crowd boos.
CHOLO: Now look at what you did, you made mi gente upset! Cholo comes out here to have a good time, to put smiles on people’s faces, is nice enough to bring you a drink mixed by his personal mixologist, and you turn Cholo down?
Before Denise can respond, the crowd begins a “Drink! Drink! Drink!” chant and Cholo throws his arms to the side as if to say, ‘see, gotta do it for me’. Denise has no choice and grabs the drink, takes the smallest of sips, but gets the loudest of pops for it.
TYLER CAGE: Peer pressure, gotta love it!
CENTURION: Honestly, I’m offended Cholo didn’t bring me a drink like at the last show, thought we could make that a thing on every show.
Cholo grabs his drink again, drinks a generous amount, then puts it back down, pats Denise on the shoulder, laughing a bit, but thanking her for being a good sport.
DENISE ESSEX: Cholo, thank you for your time tonight… You currently sit at 2-0 in WGWF, but before we get into what’s ahead for you here, do you want to talk about what took place at the Tara Fenix Charity Event just over a week ago?
CHOLO: Cholo will always have time for you and his gente, right here in Las Vegas! *cheap pop*. Sure, Cholo will talk about what happened at the TFCE, where he entered the Day 1 Rumble event representing the WGWF and mi gente of Las Vegas *another cheap pop* plus his favorite charity, Humanium. Now while Cholo didn’t win, sad, he knows, he did come in third, lasted over forty-six minutes, and while he got two solid eliminations, he was eventually eliminated himself. But as Cholo has come to learn in his short career, it’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey and he knows that while he was in that rumble, he did the WGWF familia proud, and that is all that matters to Cholo.
Another nice reaction from the crowd.
CENTURION: That’s a good mentality to have, could take Cholo far in this company.
TYLER CAGE: THE GUY IS A LOSER! HE LOST! Screw the destination, bring home the gold or don’t come home at all!
CENTURION: It was for charity!
DENISE ESSEX: Shifting your focus back to WGWF, you’re undefeated, and definitely one of the front runners for the Television Championship, now-
CHOLO: Sorry to interrupt you hermosa, but don’t forget the Intercontinental Championship.
DENISE ESSEX: Right, of course, it’s just that since only the Television title has been mentioned by Raven, I-
CHOLO: Cholo knows, but Cholo also wants to make sure every show, Cholo reminds Senor Raven, that Cholo has his eyes on both championships… for whenever he decides to get up from his desk and do… something.
DENISE ESSEX: Are you trying to pressure Raven into making a decision about the Television championship…. *catches Cholo’s stare* AND the Intercontinental championship?
CHOLO: WHO? CHOLO? Oh no, Cholo wouldn’t dare… *he smirks* He knows that would only make senor Raven take his time even more… Cholo is not in a rush, despite what some in the back have said, Cholo is here for the long haul. So, whenever that happens, if it happens, Cholo will be ready, if not, guess what mamacita? The fiesta continues.
DENISE ESSEX: Well then, while we wait to see what happens with that, what is next for Cholo?
CHOLO: Tonight he has the night off, from wrestling that is, so he is going to party here tonight on Brawl! He’s going to party after in Las Vegas, you’re more than welcome to come of course… But at the next Monday Night Brawl, Cholo will be back in action, hoping to make it three in a row and who knows, maybe you all finally get to see Cholo win a match proper, and he can show off his awesome finisher: El Matador! You see, Cholo is hearing the grumblings in the back by his fellow wresters… He hears Tyler Cage running his mouth ringside… “He stole the first win… He escaped with his second, he can’t earn a win.” A win is a win they say, but all this means is that at his next match Cholo has got to try harder, worker harder to not only beat his opponent, but defeat him in a way that sends a message to the whole WGWF roster.
DENISE ESSEX: and what message is that?
CHOLO: That while Cholo has the best smile in the whole promotion, that while no one parties harder than he does, when it comes down to what happens between those ropes Cholo is El Matador de laLucha Libre. You face Cholo, you are in for the fight of your life, and if you get trapped in El Matador, you… will.. lose.
He says this last sentence without a smile on his face and fire in his eyes. His music hits and the crowd cheers loudly. Cholo seems to snap out of it and goes back to smiling, gives Denise a hug and kiss and offers to walk her to the back, with the drinks of course.
CENTURION: Cholo is fired up and I don’t know who his opponent is next, but I wouldn’t want to face him right now, he is determined!
TYLER CAGE: …
CENTURION: What’s wrong with you?
TYLER CAGE: Um, nothing.
CENTURION: You got scared when he called you out didn’t you?
TYLER CAGE: Huh, what? No, I uh, let’s go to a commercial or the ring or whatever, I need to go change my pants, err, clothes
.
The roof explodes inside CCPE Arena!
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first he is making his WGWF Return! Ladies and Gentleman, the IMMORTAL, TERRY BORDEN!
Borden hoofs out to the top of the ramp decked out in yellow full length tights with blotches of red, a yellow tank top with “AMERICANMANIA” written across the chest in red with matching bandanna! The crowd is on fire as Terry starts to stomp toward the ring!
Terry Borden reaches ringside where he makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron.
Terry steps through the ropes where he tears off his tank top to a massive ovation from the crowd inside the CCPE Arena. Terry twirls his right hand cupping it at his ear garnering a louder ovation from the crowd!
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And his opponent…
Suddenly the lights in CCPE Arena go pitch dark. The crowd starts to get restless while the blackout in the arena takes place…
The crowd is on their feet, chanting loudly as we get ready for the action to begin. Terry Borden flexes confidently, pointing up at the rafters of the CCPE Arena and then puffing his chest out at the crowd. In her own corner, Atara Raven turns out towards the fans and grabs the top rope. She shakes it violently and roars into the air, her face paint practically glowing under the ring lights. She turns back to Terry Borden and points at him, then drags her index finger across her throat to signify his end.
Terry grins and rushes across the ring, drilling Ultimate Atty with a shoulder block that sends her tumbling backwards. She’s quick up to her feet and blocks Terrys attempt at a backhanded chop. Borden looks for another chop but Atty ducks underneath his arm and charges off the ropes behind him. Terry Borden turns just in time to be speared in the midsection! Borden doubles over but doesn’t go down, and Ultimate Atty drives her feet like a football player and drives him back into the turnbuckle. She straightens up and sends a chop of her own slapping off his chest!
“WOOOOOOOOOO!”
CENTURION: Everyone loves a good chop.
TYLER CAGE: It appeals to all ages, genders and creeds.
CENTURION: I’m kind of surprised you know the word “creed”, Tyler.
TYLER CAGE: Of course. My man fought Rocky.
She holds a fist up in the air, hammering Terry Borden with several quick punches. Borden tries to cover up but too many of the punches get through, and he eventually collapses to the mat where Atara Raven stomps a mud hole in him. Eventually the referee has to back Atara off, and she stomps to the middle of the ring shaking her arms wildly as she huffs and puffs. The crowd cheers loudly, chanting her name as she turns her focus back to Terry Borden.
“ULTIMATE! ATT-Y!”
*Clap! Clap! ClapClapClap!*
“ULTIMATE! ATT-Y!”
*Clap! Clap! ClapClapClap!*
Atara retreats to the far corner and climbs up to the middle rope as Terry drags himself up across the ring and stumbles to the middle of the mat. Atara leaps from the middle rope with her fists clasped above her head, looking for an axe handle smash! Terry sees her coming and lifts a big boot into the air, catching her in the midsection and knocking the wind out of her. Atara Raven rolls around on the mat, gasping for breath, but Terry doesn’t want to allow her any time to recover. He pulls her up to her feet and whips her into the ropes, waiting to catch her with a scoop slam, but Atara catches hold of the ropes and stops herself from bouncing back. Before she can make a move Terry Borden charges her with a vicious clothesline that sends both of them toppling over the top rope to the floor outside!
CENTURION: OH! Atty took the full force of that clothesline, but it looks like Terry Borden took the worst of that fall!
Terry lands hard on his neck and shoulder as Ultimate Atty rolls away from him and against the fan barricade, taking a moment to recover. Suddenly someone leans over the railing from the front row and calls out to her. She looks up slowly, her eyes brightening as she recognizes his mustachioed face.
TYLER CAGE: Is that… Mean Jean Okraland?!
CENTURION: The legendary wrasslin’ interviewer!
Okraland beckons to Atty, and she quickly pushes herself up to all fours and crawls around the writhing body of Terry Borden to the floor in front of Mean Jeans seat. He looks at the fans sitting to either side of him and tells them to mind their business as he shows Atara the ring on his finger and lowers it behind the barricade and out of sight of the cameras. Atty scrambles up to the ledge and dips her head over, appearing to take a deep breath. Suddenly she whips her head back, her eyes alight with energy. She cackles maniacally and pops to her feet, mysteriously recovered and full of fire. She grabs Terry Borden by the head and drags him up to his feet as the referee urges them both back into the ring. She whips him hard into the ring post before rolling him up onto the apron and under the bottom rope. She turns to the crowd, once more roaring and pumping her fists as she raises her painted face to the heavens for more Ultimate fury. She storms up the ring steps and climbs the ringpost to the top rope, pointing down at Terry Borden.
Terry staggers to his feet, and Ultimate Atty takes flight with a missile dropkick that sends him toppling across the canvas to the far corner. She pops back to her feet immediately, the crowd cheering wildly as she beckons for Terry to get up again.
TYLER CAGE: ATARA IS ON FIRE!
CENTURION: Mhm… anything about that Mean Jean interaction feel suspicious to you?
TYLER CAGE: Not at all, Cent!
Borden pulls himself to his feet once more and Atara charges him, hitting a body splash that smashes him back into the turnbuckle. She quickly hooks him around neck and rushes back out of the corner with a bulldog that spikes Terry to the mat. Atara stands over Borden as he lays on the mat. She pumps one fist in the air as she exhales rhythmically.
CENTURION: She seems to be getting stronger.
TYLER CAGE: I have no idea where she’s getting it from.
Terry crawls towards Atara, clearly running out of gas in his tank. He grabs Atara by the waist and slowly pulls himself up onto his knees, and she cracks him across the jaw with a powerful right hand. It doesn’t seem to faze him, though. Instead… it seems to power him up. Atara cracks Terry with another hard punch, but he shakes his fist and looks out to the crowd with a wild excitement in his eyes. She punches one more time, but Terry Borden is on his feet and quickly lifts Atara up and drops her with a press slam.
CENTURION: Oh no, I’ve seen this too many times!
Terry charges off the ropes, looking for his patented leg drop…
TYLER CAGE: Atara rolls out of the way!
Borden lands hard on the mat, hip first. Atara rolls to her feet and charges off the ropes as Borden limps up and looks to catch her… BUT HE CANT!
CENTURION: THE JUDGEMENT OF PARIS!
TYLER CAGE: He’s out! Say goodnight!
Ultimate Atty lands her patented bicycle knee and nearly knocks Borden’s head into the nosebleeds. He collapses instantly and she pounces atop him for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
THE WINNER OF THE MATCH VIA PINFALL
ULTIMATE ATARA
Ultimate Atara rolls out of the ring running full speed to the back.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Our next contest is scheduledf for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY, he is AUSTIN RAMSEY!
Todrick emerges out first to a huge pop from the crowd before pointing back at the curtain where Austin follows behind. The Las Vegas crowd pops big time for the dynamic duo. Austin and Todrick make the walk to the ring. They share a kiss on the lips as Toddy takes place in Austin’s corner.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: His opponent, about to make his way to the ring being accompanied by Vittore Costa, he is JOSEPH BUONGIORNO!
The crowd breaks out into boos as Vittore emerges out to the top of the ramp taking the attention of the Ramseys and allows Ace to hop the barrier from behind Austin where he slides into the ring blasting him from behind jump starting this match!
Match 4:
Austin Ramsey w. Toddrick Tabor-Ramsey vs Joey Buongiorno w. Costa
CENTURION: Ace jumped Austin from behind!
TYLER CAGE: I ain’t mad at him!
The crowd roars with boos as Ace takes Austin down with a double leg and transitions into a full mount position where he hammers down with right hands! The referee lays the count to Ace as he drives right hands to the forehead of Ramsey! Ace gets off Austin before the referee’s five count before dropping down to the mat and choking Austin with both hands across his throat garnering louder boos from the crowd while the referee restarts his count!
CENTURION: Why is there all this sudden aggression from Buongiorno to the Ramsey’s? It came out of left field.
TYLER CAGE: This is about jockeying for positon if you ask me, and what better way to get the jump, pun intended.
Ace breaks the choke at the four count and gets to his feet where he’s admonished by the referee. Ace blows past the referee stomping away at Austin as the crowd inside CCPE Arena boos intently! The vicious side of Ace is on firm display as he picks Austin up off the mat and takes him back into the ropes before Ace shoots him across the ring, Austin bounces off the near side where Ace sets himself for a back body drop attempt only to have Austin hit a swinging neckbreaker to a pop from the fans!
Todrick pounds on the mat from the corner of Austin rallying her man as he starts getting back to his feet where he sizes up Ace and as we see Ace pushing himself up to one knee Austin nails a Shining Wizard! Austin wastes no time in getting back to his feet where he lands a standing moonsault!
Austin makes the cover to a roar from the crowd!
1!!
2!!
THR..
CENTURION: First near fall of this contest goes to Austin, and now that he’s found the upper hand can Austin maintain it?
Austin is the first to his feet. He reaches down picking up Ace where he laces him across the chest with a stiff knife edge chop echoing throughout CCPE Arena to an ovation from the crowd that sends Joey back into the ropes. Austin rushes toward him looking for a lariat, Ace drops out of the way while low bridging the top rope sending Austin spilling out to the floor. Ace distracts the referee in the ring allowing Costa to start stomping away at Austin! The crowd roars with loud boos! Those boos shift to a huge ovation when Todrick Tabor-Ramsey comes around the ring with a quickness and spins Costa around but before she can swing on him the referee slides out to the floor getting between them which draws louder boos from the crowd!
TYLER CAGE: Todrick is making a huge mistake here!
Ace rolls out to the floor and with the referee handling Todrick Ace and Costa stomp away at Austin before they pick him up, and collectively they hurl him crashing into the security railing. Ace comes forward snatching Austin where he hurls him back into the ring.
CENTURION: Todrick might have done more harm than good, but I don’t blame her. Costa took liberties with not only her tag team partner but her husband.
TYLER CAGE: Don’t you think that’s part of the gameplan?
CENTURION: Don;t you have some glue to sniff or something?
Joey slides back into the ring where he picks Austin up and fires him across the ring into the turnbuckles! Joey charges across the ring only to have Ramsey throw up his right boot connecting to the face and staggering Ace back out toward the middle of the ring! Austin charges out of the corner with a Spinning Savate Kick taking Ace down to a roar from the crowd! Todrick has made her way back to Austin’s corner cheering him on.
The crowd starts rallying behind Austin by chanting his name.
Austin rolling toward the ropes where he rolls out to the apron and then uses the ropes before pulling himself up to his feet. Ace is prone in the ring! We see Austin spring board off the top rope with a 450 Splash crashing down on Ace to a thunderous ovation!
Austin makes the front press hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Ace kicks out to a gasp from the crowd!
TYLER CAGE: No doubt that Austin loves to fly, and that 450 nearly put away the Ace.
CENTURION: Austin has to follow up. He can’t let up.
Austin gets to his knees before stepping up to his feet. Austin points up in the air generating a loud ovation! Austin steps through the ropes and out to the ring apron before starting to scale the turnbuckles as he heads up to the top rope! In the ring we see Ace pushing himself up off the mat where he reaches his feet.
Austin leaps off the top rope with a Meteora!
Austin pops back up to his feet as the crowd gets louder and louder! Austin fires up in the ring generating an even louder ovation that’s cut off with boos as Costa jumps up on the ring apron distracting the referee and Austin.
Todrick comes around the ring as the referee admonishes Costa.
Todrick makes it around the ring and yanks the ankles out from under Costa causing him to bounce face-first off the apron to a roar from the crowd! Todrick spins Costa around and starts throwing right hands! Austin spins around where he walks into a T-Bone Suplex from Ace! He makes the cover hooking the leg of Ramsey!
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Austin kicks out to a roar from the crowd! Todrick separates from Costa as he recovers from the assault.
CENTURION: All hell is breaking loose in Las Vegas!
Ace gets back to his feet, he picks Austin up off the mat taking him back into the ropes, Ace shoots Austin across the ring with an Irish Whip, Austin bounces off the ropes and into a Samoan Drop attempt from Ace!
Austin slips down the back of Joey!
Ace spins around and walks into a Belly to Belly Moonsault Slam!
TYLER CAGE: Austin calls that The Ramsey Special! Austin makes the cover!!
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Ace kicks out to a massive gasp from the crowd!! The crowd shifts into chanting Austin;s name as he starts getting back to a vertical base. Austin reaches down picking Ace up where he connects with another knife edge chop echoing throughout the arena!
Ace comes back with a thrust to the throat!
CENTURION: Austin is cut off by a thrust to the throat by Ace!
Ace looks for ripcord Lariat! Austin ducks out of the way at the last second, he spins Ace around where he looks for a Superkick! Ace ducks out of the way, Austin spins around into a RKO from outta nowhere!
CENTURION: Buona Sera from Joey!
TYLER CAGE: Cover by Ace!
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Austin escapes with a kick-out! Todrick starts rallying the crowd behind Austin from the floor as we see Ace starts to negotiate his way back up to his feet. We see Costa leave a Slap Jack in the corner of Ace before coming around the ring and jumping back up on the apron garnering the attention of the referee!
Todrick comes back around the ring only this time Costa see’s her coming and leaps off the apron with a cross body block taking Tabor-Ramsey down to the floor! The referee has eyes on the floor and doesn’t see Joey snag the slap jack from the corner and as Austin is getting back to his feet we see Ace from behind smacking him in the back of the head with the Slap Jack knocking Austin out!
Joey tosses the flap jack out of the ring before making the cover!
The referee saw none of it as he ducks back into the ring and slides into position!
1!!
2!!
3!!
DING… DING… DING…
THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH VIA PINFALL AT 12:11:
JOSEPH BUONGIORNO
Ace rolls out to the ring where he’s joined by Costa who raises his arm in the air to massive boos from the crowd! Todrick can be seen holding her back as she slides into the ring checking on a knocked-out Austin.
Todrick eyes both men as they back track up the ramp celebrating the victory.
CENTURION: Ace just stole one and put the first blemish on a Ramsey record in the WGWF! If I know the Ramsey’s this one isn’t over! Fans, we will be right back.
The camera opens up in the office of WGWF General Manager, James Raven. He sits behind his desk, turned away and with the company's vacant Television title in his hands as he gazes proudly at it. Suddenly startled, he turns and looks directly into the camera.
JAMES RAVEN: Oh, hi. I didn’t hear you come in.
He turns to face us, placing the championship carefully on the desk.
JAMES RAVEN: Maybe knock next time, that’s all.
He clears his throat, adjusting his tie before checking his watch.
JAMES RAVEN: Right, I guess it’s about that time, isn’t it? I know a few of you have been waiting patiently to hear what we’re going to do with the Television title. I mean, it’s kind of a big deal right? It’s the only championship we’ve talked about, the first opportunity to call a division your own…
He pauses, mostly for dramatic effect because he’s a dramatic person.
JAMES RAVEN: I appreciate your patience. I didn’t want our first champion to be just anyone, or to take off in the night at the first sign of adversity. I wanted to know what we had. I wanted to see who you were. I asked you to impress me, and to make yourselves undeniable. Many of you did.
He lifts the title belt off the desk, and holds it up for the camera.
JAMES RAVEN: It’s time to crown a champion. Your qualification matches begin now. Good luck, and see you in two weeks.
The camera pans down to the floor, but stays on.
JAMES RAVEN: … it would have been crazy if I just claimed the belt for myself again, right? Oh shit… did you turn that off? People are gonna hate that…
The camera cuts off.
We return from commercial break and see Tyler Cage dancing on the commentary table as Centurion sits down and looks up at him in shock as Tyler squirts a water gun at the Baddie section behind them as all the girls wear white T-shirts that you can see through.
CENTURION: I can't believe him right now.
TYLER CAGE: Get up her Cent your missing out on the action.
CENTURION: The only action I would like to see is in the ring.
grabs a microphone as he jumps off the commentary table and walks up to one of the Baddies that's t-shirt is soaked from the water.
TYLER CAGE: Yo, Baddie how you doing?
Tyler lowers his eyes with a smile.
Baddie: I'm doing fantastic here at Brawl and having an amazing time as well.
She checks Tyler out as she looks him up and down and Tyler just laughs to himself.
TYLER CAGE: That's what I like to hear Baddie but you know what I really want to know, how wet are you right now?
CENTURION: Oh my God I work with a child.
Centurion looks away as Tyler puts the microphone towards the Baddie.
Baddie: Very wet!
TYLER CAGE: BOOM THERE IT IS, EXTRA BADDIE POINTS FOR YOU.
The fans erupt in excitement and start chanting BADDIE. Over and over again as Tyler dances by the Baddies before walking back over to the commentary table to join Centurion.
TYLER CAGE: Only on the WGWF can you have this much fun with some A+ Baddies but that's enough Baddie talk for now let's get ready for the next match.
CENTURION: Finally!
*Thump-Thump*
*Thump-Thump*
*Thump-Thump*
“They say it’s one of the most competitive rosters North American wrestling’s assembled in a decade…”
*Thump-Thump*
*Thump-Thump*
*Thump-Thump*
“These guys and girls? They’ve been told they’re the best-of-the-best wherever they go…”
*Thump-Thump*
*Thump-Thump*
*Thump-Thump*
“The big arenas. The big matches. The big bucks.”
The new United States-
The new World Heavyweight-
新しい大高揚グランドヘビー級チャンピオンの紹介-
AND STILL your Underground champion-
And still-
And still-
And still-
“Someone needs to keep them humble.”
Jack YELLS in frustration! Jack turns and grabs Mark by the hair and BASHES his head into the mat! Then again - AND AGAIN! Jack stands and SLOWLY drags Mark to his feet and he begins to lay in the Joe Frazier Special! Strike after strike until he aims for a left hook - Mark blocks it! Mark grabs Jack in a double under hook and --!
Adams: Ketteiteki Desaki!!!
Mark with the jackknife cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner - AND NEEEWWWWWWW World Heavyweight Champion!!! Mark! The Dragon! CROSS!!!
The crowd cheers as Jasmine presents the championship belt to Mark and raises his arm in the air! The crowd is on its collective feet as Mark climbs the turnbuckle and raises his newly won World Championship high for all to see!
Adams: He did it! HE DID IT!!!
Simone: Mark Cross has finally won the big one!
Adams: Two-time Blast From the Past winner and NOW the World Champion!
“Someone that breaks records.”
Javi stands up and reaches down to pull Mark back up! Mark grabs a hold of his head and drops down, delivering a jawbreaker then stuns Javi! Mark quickly gets back to his feet, exhaustion setting in and he pulls Javi in, setting him up for his finisher! Kate looks as though she's gonna rush through the ropes, but Evie drops down and rushes over to that corner! She grabs Kate by the foot and trips her down, just as Mark delivers the Tiger Driver '91 and Javi's shoulders are pinned against the canvas!
Adams: Melikeliki Maka!
Simone: That's...not what it's called, Jason!
Adams: Close enough!
ONE!
TWO!
Evie has Kate distracted on the outside and she shoves the Bombshell Internet Champion into the ringpost!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Ladies and Gentleman here are your winners and the 2020 Blast From The Past Winners! Mark Cross and Evie Jordan!!
Simone: They've done it! They've secured their guaranteed titled opportunities!!
Adams: And Evie has become a two-time Blast From The Past winner!
“Someone that doesn’t care about Home Field advantage.”
ドラゴンから血が流れています。
Cross reaches up to wipe blood out of his eyes, the after-effects of the Shining Wizard he took a few minutes ago, drilling another forearm smash into the skull of the champion, sending King Maza sprawling back against the canvas.
DO-RA-GON! DO-RA-GON!
The fans chant the name of the gaijin…the outsider…as he looks out towards the crowd.
DO-RA-GON! DO-RA-GON!
新しいチャンピオンがいますか。
The challenger throws his fist in the air…the crowd erupts…Maza tries and fails to climb to his feet…
彼は群衆を彼の指に巻き付けています。
Mark turns back to his opponent…screaming at King Maza to get to his feet. The home-town hero…with a knowing look in his eyes, obliges. Cross bows his head. The outgoing champion reciprocates.
ほらそれが着きましたよ。
Cross drives a kick to the midsection of King Maza…hooks each arm…flips his man…drives him into the mat…holds the pin…
Ichi…Ni…SAN! Your NEW Pro Wrestling JAPAN Exulted Grand Champion!!
”Introducing…Mark…The Dragon…Cross…”
Breaking Benjamin’s “Blood” hits the speakers as a highlight package rolls…AWA Cruiserweight Champion…GIW Legacy Champion…SCU Underground Champion…Two-time SCW Blast from the Past winner…One-time SCW World Champion…arms held aloft in victory…title belts in hand…
”Your NEW biggest threat…”
The crowd responds with a huge ovation as we fade to ringside.
CENTURION: We do not have to wait long because Mark “The Dragon” Cross will debut in two weeks on Monday Night Brawl!
TYLER CAGE:[/font] The WGWF is exploding at record pace! New signings, entertaining programming, tremendous talent. The WGWF is the place to be!
Returning to CCPE Arena we focus on The Big Ticket standing center ring.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentleman the following Tag Team Attraction is your MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!
There’s a huge pop from the crowd.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, about to make their way to the ring; they are the team of THE PUNISHER and SONYA BENSON!
The crowd boo intently as Punisher and Sonya emerge out to the top of the ramp with the Punisher carrying his briefcase in his right hand. Sonya takes the lead followed by The Punisher before Norris rounds out the crew headed to the ring for tonight’s Main Event. Once ringside Punisher hands Norris his briefcase as Sonya has some last minute words for both Norris and Punisher. There’s a nod from Punisher as he slides into the ring while Sonya climbs up on the ring apron before gracing the squared circle where they wait for their opponents.
[/font] There is NO love loss for Sonya Benson.
Sonya steps through the ropes pointing at Simms on the apron. When Buster turns toward his corner his eyes draw towards some commotion in the crowd where we see DUNCAN SHEPARD, now going by DUNCAN RYDER being escorted to a ringside seat!
TYLER CAGE:[/font] That’s.. THAT’S DUNCAN RYDER! What the hell is he doing here?!?!
CENTURION:[/font] That’s the trainer of Sonya Benson and a friend of Buster Gloves, but the question remains why is he here at CCPE Arena for Monday Night Brawl?!!?
Duncan Ryder takes his seat at ringside but with the distraction, Sonya rushes up behind Buster with a School Boy!
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Buster escapes with a kick-out! Sonya is back to her feet where she tags Punisher back in! Buster is quickly back to his feet where he glances over at Duncan who has taken his seat. Punisher storms Buster taking him back into a neutral corner where he starts laying in a series of shoulder blocks to the midsection! Punisher brings Buster out from the corner hooking him up with a front face lock where he delivers a Spinning Suplex!
Punisher floats over into the cover!
1!!
2!!
THR..
Buster kicks out to a pop from the crowd.
CENTURION:[/font] Buster hasn’t recovered from taking his eye off the Duncan Ryder ball. I’m still shocked to see him here tonight in the front row.
TYLER CAGE:[/font] Rumor has it Sonya Benson got him the ticket.
Punisher is back to his feet where he picks up Buster and immediately goes after the eye with a gouge! Buster fends off Punisher with a drop-toe hold that Gloves transitions into an Ankle Lock! The crowd roars with approval as Buster cranks on the right ankle! The referee slides into position asking Punisher to surrender, the positioning allows Sonya to slip in the ring out of view and crack Buster in the back of the head!
Benson escapes to the floor as she’s effectively broken the hold. Norris starts fanning Sonya while in the ring Punisher is back up to his feet with a light limp due to the few cranks Buster got in on the ankle. Buster pushes himself up off the mat where he ducks a running Lariat from Punisher who bounces off the near side and into a double chop from Gloves taking down Punisher!
Buster makes the move to his corner tagging in Emily Simms!
Emily steps through the ropes and connects with a running bulldog to Punisher as he gets to his feet! The crowd roars as Simms makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Punisher pops a shoulder off the mat!
CENTURION:[/font] This is our first look at Emily Simms inside a WGWF ring. It’s time to see what she’s got.
Emily pops back up to her feet where she waits for Punisher who rolls over to the mat pushing himself up off the mat to one knee before stepping up to his feet where Emily rocks him with a roundhouse kick that sends Punisher back into a neutral corner. Emily rushes in with a Stinger Splash that Punisher evades sending Emily slashing the turnbuckles!
Simms staggers backward where she spins around and walks into a Judas Effect elbow strike to the temple taking Emily down. Punisher glances over to his corner where Sonya Benson is back on the apron calling for the tag. Punisher walks over tagging Benson officially into the match. The crowd erupts with boos
TYLER CAGE:[/font] Arguably the most hated person in the federation has just graced us with her presence.
Benson taunts the crowd once she enters the ring garnering louder boos from the crowd before shifting her attention to the fallen Emily Simms. Sonya stomps away at the head and face of Simms with several stomps before turning her attention at Duncan while screaming out “LOOK HOW GOOD I’M DOING!”
The crowd boos Benson as she reaches down picking Emily up off the mat. Sonya scoops her up sloppy and slams her down to the mat where she follows up with a decent looking elbow drop before forcing a cover.
1!!
2!!
THR..
Emily escapes with a kick-out to a huge pop from the crowd. Benson transitions into a nerve hold!
CENTURION:[/font] Nothing screams great action like a good ole fashion nerve hold.
The referee asks Emily to surrender which Simms refuses. Buster starts to rally the crowd by slapping his left hand on the turnbuckles causing the crowd to clap along in unison. The officiall continues to ask Emily to surrender and she continues to refuse before working her way back up to her feet where she turns into the nerve hold and drives several elbow to the midsection breaking the hold!
Emily tries to run toward the ropes only to have Benson snatch her and take her down with two handfuls of hair! The crowd erupts with boos as Sonya is admonished by the referee! Sony pivots toward Duncan in the front row and then screams out “THIS IS FOR YOU DUNKIE-ROO!”
Sonya reaches down picking Emily up off the mat where she locks in a front face lock! She hooks up Emily’s leg for a Fisherman’s Driver! Sonya attempts to picks Emily up in the air but botched the pickup attempt that allows Emily to counter with an Inside Cradle!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Sonya escapes with a kick-out as Duncan can be seen burying his head in his hands while shaking his head!
TYLER CAGE:[/font] Duncan seems embarrassed by that display which nearly cost Sonya and Punisher this match!
Sonya beats Emily up to her feet where she looks for a moderately impressive dropkick! Emily swats Sonya away sending her crashing down to the mat. Benson pops back up to her feet where Emily catches her with a Thesz Press![/i]
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Sonya manages to escape to a gasp from the crowd. Both Sonya and Emily are quickly to their feet where Simms blocks a right hand and counters with a chop across the chest. Emily twists the right arm of Sonya and backs up into her corner where Buster tags back in! The crowd erupts for Gloves who kicks Benson in the ribs.
Buster drives Benson back into the corner housing The Punisher. Buster climbs up on the ropes.His eyes are bulging and raging. The fans are calling for her murder. He raises a fist and DRIVES it with a reckoning into her head. The roof blows off the venue and they are ready for the ten count as are the commenting crew.
ONE!
He fuels the blow with all the lies and degrading things Sonya said about him and Emily
TYLER CAGE:[/font] FOR PAM!
TWO!
This blow is reinforced with the lament of his brothers in arms who have sacrificed so much only to be insulted by the vile bitch beneath him.
CENTURION:[/font] FOR TAMMY!
THREE!
TYLER CAGE:[/font] FOR JOHN AND LEXI!
FOUR!
CENTURION:[/font] FOR THE ELDERLY!
FIVE!
TYLER CAGE:[/font] FOR ALL THE DREAMS SHE’S CRUSHED AND THE PROMOTIONS SHE’S ENDED!
Norris jumps onto the apron to try and stop the slaughter but Buster push-kicks him off onto the mats.
SIX!
Each subsequent blow had landed with increasing power and bloodlust, and it finally reached the goal of precious hemoglobin trickling from a quarter inch gash along Sonya’s forehead. The Rich Bitch tries to verbally yell “I QUIT” but Buster covers her mouth, preventing an early end to what she’s had coming for a long, long fucking time.
Seven!
Norris, desperate, runs around the ring and blindsides Emily with a cheapshot, pulling her off the apron. He tries to get Buster’s attention in hopes the Bull of the North will abandon his destruction but it doesn’t work. Gloves is totally, unshakably tuned for the demolition of Benson.
EIGHT!
Emily retaliates against Norris for a moment, until the crafty old man throws powder in her eyes and Irish Whips her into the rails so hard that she goes toppling over them into the front row. Coincidentally, she lands right into the lap of Level UP icon and Final Boss champion Duncan Ryder - Sonya’s trainer and the man well known for his associations with Emily his former crush and Buster the man who many erroneously claim stole her away.
NINE!
Blind tag from The Punisher!
This blow lands brutally, opening the gash more, allowing extra blood to flow down into her eye and onto her cheek. Out of the corner of his eye he catches Emily being tended to by Duncan and only now does Buster relent in his onslaught. He just freezes and stares at the duo as Duncan runs his hand through Emily’s hair to check and see if she’d hurt her head during the assault and he's also actively nursing her eyes.
The poor referee is beside himself, having lost control of the match and having a bunch of stuff going on inside and outside of the ring.
*WHACK*
The low blow from behind by Punisher cripples Buster, allowing Sonya’s enforcer to wheel him around and plant him with…
TYLER CAGE:[/color] THE SPIN OF DOOM! NO!
The entire ring rattles from the violent impact. Sonya slumps like a corpse while Punisher shoots the half and commences the pin. The ref turns around and throws his hands up in exasperation before administering his duty.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
WINNERS VIA PINFALL AT 15:43
THE PUNISHER and SONYA BENSON
CENTURION:[/font] YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! PUNISHER AND SONYA HAVE WON! THAT BITCH HAS GOTTEN AWAY WITH ANOTHER ONE! DAMN IT!
TYLER CAGE:[/font] The Punisher just saved Sonya’s ass big time and has gotten his revenge like he said he would. Another dark day in our sport! Investing 50k into the Punisher is the smartest thing Sonya has done!
The fans are in such a vocal riot that the ring announcer cannot be heard declaring the winners. Benson’s gigantic bodyguard, Smith, retrieves her from the ring and tosses her bleeding “corpse” over his shoulder then heads up the ramp with Norris and Punisher in his wake.
When they disappear through the curtain, the camera switches back to the ring, where we find Emily still nursing herself but steadfastly checking on Buster and helping him to his feet. She slings his arm over her shoulder and prepares to leave the ring, with the final shot showing Buster staring at Duncan Ryder in the front row while the cute couple exit the ring. We fade to commercial.
The scene is totally dark. A classic movie-style voiceover is heard, cutting through the darkness.
Voiceover: Perfection, noun, the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects. Similarly, a person or thing perceived as the embodiment of perfection.
A spotlight flashes kicks on, revealing a massive manly physique. The Greek God, looking figure has his massive back to the camera. His traps stick up like mountains, his arms sculpted so finely one may say Michelangelo himself sculpted them.
Voiceover: Alpha Male, noun, the dominant male animal in a particular group. A man tending to assume a dominant or domineering role in social or professional situations.
The massive man turns to face the camera, the spotlight revealing the incredibly handsome face of “Marvelous” Mike Mason. Mason preforms a front double bicep and women can be heard audibly ovulating throughout the CCPE arena. The light brightens and The Marvelous One begins walking towards the camera.
Voiceover: Astonishing, adjective, extremely surprising or impressive; amazing. Sensual, adjective, relating to or involving gratification of the senses and physical, especially sexual, pleasure. Jacked, adjective, (of a person) having very well-developed muscles.
Shot begins to flash over the scene. Mike Mason holding the Iconic Pro championship over his head. Mike Mason holding the WWO Prestige title over his shoulder. Mike Mason holding his Mr. Olympia trophy. Mike Mason posing for various magazines and websites.
Voiceover: The Mecca of Manhood. The Abdominal Adonis. The Big Natty Daddy. The President of Pump. The Sultan of Swole. The Titan of Tenacity…
The voice cuts out as Mason reaches the camera and smiles into it, his white veneers shinning. Mason gives a wink and then speaks.
Mike Mason: In short, SIMPLY MARVELOUS!
The vignette fades out. Scene fades back in where we see Cholo walking by a TV screen as the vignette plays. He stops to watch it as he recognizes Mason.
CHOLO: Hey! Cholo knows that guy, he tossed him out of the TFCE rumble; Cholo didn’t know he worked here.
After a moment, the vignette finishes.
CHOLO: What a poser.
He turns to walk away, and to his surprise, Mike Mason is standing right there in front of him.
Mike Mason: Poser? Ha, the only person posing here is you, trying to look like a human Chia Pet. Yeah, you may have eliminated me from a battle royal, but you could never beat The Bod God in a real match. Unlike your sorry, permed butt, The Mecca of Manhood has never been pinned or submitted. So, how about the next brawl when you're POSING as a V.I.P, you watch what a real VIP, vascular, intense, pimp, does in the ring.
Mason smirks, and straightens his lavender-colored tie before scoffing at Cholo and walking down the hallway.
CHOLO: Um, Cholo is confused, isn’t that what he was doing? Posing?
The camera switches back to ringside, leaving a very confused looking Cholo.[/font]
Monday Night Brawl returns from commercial break…
The Las Vegas crowd is on fire as The Glorious New Breed stands in the center of the ring with both John and THE Tristan Slater. We see Slater looking around the soldout CCPE Arena with a smirk as the crowd breaks out into an “SLA-TER! SLA-TER! SLA-TER!” chant which only breaks out to a massive ovation when THE Tristan Slater produces a microphone from the back pocket of his pants raising it up into the air.
CENTURION:[/font] This is going to be good!
THE Tristan Slater lowers the microphone to his lips where he starts things off by saying.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: The answer to the question is, no. No, I haven’t signed on with the WGWF and as it stands right now I am not under any contract.
There are some boos from the crowd giving Slater a chuckle under his breath before he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: I know, I know, but don’t think that just because I am not under a contract doesn’t mean I can’t make the WGWF… GLORIOUS!
The boos divert to cheers as John can be seen laughing while Tristan glances over at John with a smile on his face as well. John motions for
Tristan to continue.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Let’s get down to business because if I am not under contract then why did I show up on Brawl two weeks ago? Ya know, I’m not sure if everyone was aware but the Glorious New Breed was booked for a Supershow over the weekend and the last thing I was going to do is walk into a fight with a less-than version of the GLORIOUS MANDINGO MAN BEAST John Cable.
John can be seen simply shaking his head as the crowd applauds in unison while THE Tristan Slater gives the crowd a thumbs-up before he states.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Even then I had no intentions of stepping in front of the camera because I was here visiting CCP catching up on old times, ya know I’m not sure if you guys remember but uh, I’m a former WGWF World Champion, so seeing the brand getting revived by Page and Raven not only brings a smile to my face but knowing that new blood is coursing through the veins of the company gave me hope that things are in good hands.
The crowd applauds loudly for the statement.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Like I was saying I had no intentions of being seen, and you guys all saw what took place and you heard what Fred, Vaughn, and Flynn had to say about it earlier. From our perspective, it should have been over after the pinfall but Fred and Mont had to be pricks about it. It even should have been over, and at least appeared to be when Mac Bane made his way back to the ring only for cowards to do what cowards do by blindsiding him too! Nah homie, that’s not how we are going to do things.
THE Tristan Slater hands the microphone over to John.
JOHN CABLE: “Las Vegas...”
The crowd pops loudly for the hometown cheap.
JOHN CABLE: “Velvet Rabbit...”
The crowd pops again for one of the fastest growing spots in Nevada.
JOHN CABLE: “CCPE Arena...
Once more, a loud, boisterous cheap pop for the new home of the WGWF from the crowd.
JOHN CABLE: “BREEDERS everywhere!”
The crowd goes white hot to the reference of the fans themselves as the arena erupts.
JOHN CABLE: “Two weeks ago, right here on WGWF Brawl... you all witnessed a travesty of justice and a mockery of the very business of wrestling.” John starts as the fans boo for the events of last WGWF show at the hands of the CCPE faction.
JOHN CABLE: “A great match was had right here in this ring... In my opinion, at least, the toughest match the WGWF has seen since Relaunch... and afterward... we saw what could have been a great moment for the industry turn into a cowards beat down in a two on one after the fact.” he states hanging his head sadly as the fans boo the actions of the men last Brawl.
JOHN CABLE: “But... It wasn't a complete loss though.” John starts holding his hand up to stifle the crowd's unhappiness. “There was a bright spot in the tragedy of the last Brawl. There was. We saw a man... undeniably tied to the cowards who jumped me after the match... stand up for what's right, and for the honor the sport deserves. From the beginning, Mac Bane was an honorable warrior, and he put his all into that match... so now... allow me to ask Mac Bane to come down here? I have some things I want to say to him, and I want you all to hear it.” John says as the crowd turns to the ramp and begins to cheer.
Once the big man enters the ring, he shakes hands with both men. The crowd is still electrified and they wait for them to settle down.
JOHN CABLE: “Mac, first let me just say, thank you. Thank you for deciding against the mob mentality, and deciding for yourself a better way. I appreciate the way you approach this industry, and I wish that more men and women looked at what we do with the same kind of reverence that you do. It was an honor to share this ring with you a few weeks ago, and I wish it had ended differently, but here we are it seems.” he says as he looks at Mac across the ring.
Mac nods as a show of respect and acknowledgment for where he’s going with that.
MAC BANE: That makes at least three of us. Thing is, I’m not a fan of jumping on people when they are down. There was no reason for that to happen at all. The match was over. The way I see it, they made two very big mistakes. First and foremost, they put thought into it and the second they didn’t get the job done.
Turning towards the camera, a sneer comes across Bane’s face.
MAC BANE: Freddy boy, you made this personal when you jumped me from behind. There’s not a lot of men and women within CCPE that would support that action. As far as I’m concerned you and Joey are on site. The amount of receipts you have coming just keeps adding up. I intend to make sure we pay you back with interest.
Suddenly figures are seen arriving on the ramp, it’s Fred Debonair, Peter Vaughn and Mark Flynn. Fred has a somewhat incredulous look on his face and holds his right hand up as the left has a microphone.
FRED DEBONAIR: Woah, Woah, Woah! Stop right there Mac Daddy! Hold your two buck horse and saddle! How can you stand there with a straight face and tell me that I jumped you from behind? What did I say Mac, from point A, to point B? What had I said before we’d even got into that ring? I said none of this was personal, it was business BUT if you endeavored to get in my way then you’d be making it personal and Mac? I wouldn’t have had to do a single thing if you’d just kept your ass walking…. But no, of course the Gentleman Wolf just felt he had to come to the aid of Jonathan Cable and poke his nose in! Now you say not many in CCPE would have supported me taking care of my business? Well I can say that since last Brawl, I’ve not had one person say a word to me in that regard and if they had an issue they know where they can find me!
Fred rubs his chin, taking a breath as he appears to edge a little more down the aisle.
FRED DEBONAIR: And speaking of Jonathan Cable, “the beast”. I’m a coward? I’m a coward for making sure things get done and business is handled? Mob mentality? My friend when I first came to WGWF I made it clear I was here under a promise and with things I needed to get done and taking care of the competition is one of those things! It was never personal but if you want to change it up right now and you wanna re-do things, re-do what happened two weeks ago then hoss, we can do this right here and now I really don’t care… I really…-.
Vaughn suddenly puts a hand out into Fred’s chest, keeping him from heading for the ring. He signals for the mic, taking it from him before turning back towards Cable, Mac, and Slater.
PETER VAUGHN: Sorry to interrupt you, Fred, but I’ve still got to get answers from Mr. Cable there before we get any further. So, Cabs, did I really just hear you say that last week was the ‘toughest’ match since the Relaunch? I mean, it was good, because Fred here was in it, but you’re seriously going to rate it higher than the all-time classic Mark and I put on here? That one was a five-star match before we entered the ring, so it must have finished around 9-10 stars.
Vaughn nods to Flynn, who just shrugs, so Vaughn continues.
PETER VAUGHN: Or how about my slaughter of Max Daemon? Okay, so I can only do so much with the talent in front of me, but c’mon! Show some respect! Stop trying to boost your ego by calling a match that you LOST the greatest in recent history, just because you were part of it.
The crowd boos, many of them recognizing the hypocrisy of Vaughns’ statement. He doesn’t seem to be concerned about it.
PETER VAUGHN: As for ‘wrestling with honor’, well, that’s really boosting your ego, Johnny, isn’t it? How many times have you won a match because you ‘accidentally’ tugged the trunks or ‘happened’ to knock your opponent outside the ring for the countout win? How far does your honor go? Personally, all I care about is wins and losses, as honor is an overrated concept.
MARK FLYNN: HONOR?!?
Flynn cackles, shaking his head as he lifts the mic to his face.
MARK FLYNN: Ex-fucking-SCUZE me. But the side of the ring with TRISTAN SLATER ON IT… Wants to talk about honor! The LANCE ARMSTRONG OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.
Flynn paces, like a caged animal, building up anger as he speaks.
MARK FLYNN: See, Tristan, I always knew. When you were working the late-night circuit, popping up in Hollywood movies, when you RULED THE WRESTLING WORLD… I told every critic with two brain cells that would put me on the mic that something was wrong. That someone running up a 22-0 record? While as green as gooseshit as you? Something SMELLED.
Flynn sneers confidently.
MARK FLYNN: And what were you all along? A CHEAT. A FRAUD. A PERFORMANCE-ENHANCER.
Flynn nods his head, indignantly enraged.
MARK FLYNN: I have waited TEN. LONG. YEARS, Slater… I pinned you while you were juicing. I beat you for the European Title while you were juicing. And NOW, I get to show the world ONCE-AND-FOR-ALL. That on a level FUCKING PLAYING FIELD… I OUTCLASS YOU.
Flynn smirks.
MARK FLYNN: In fact, why don’t we show these people RIGHT NOW, WHO IS THE BETTER MAN…
Flynn holds the mic out.
Flynn: Unless you lack the SHRUNKEN… DISTENDED… NON-FUNCTIONAL… BALLS… To THROW THE FUCK DOWN…
Flynn drops the mic, giving a loud static bang as it hits the ramp. The three men then look at each other, before all start walking towards the ring.
TYLER CAGE:[/color] Here we go! It’s going down!
CENTURION:[/font] Six of the top wrestlers in our sport are about to explode here in Las Vegas!!
Mac Bane, John Cable, and Tristan Slater exchange a glance, nodding to each other, and all three move towards the ropes, fired up. None of them are backing down, looking ready for a fight. Flynn, Vaughn, & Debonair approach quickly, still trash-talking the guys in the ring, glaring at them.
TYLER CAGE:[/color] We might need security out here!
CENTURION:[/font] Why would you want to break this up?
TYLER CAGE:[/color]: I wouldn’t, but I also want to keep it contained! We just got our audience back, we can’t lose any to injuries now!
Flynn is pointing right at Slater, cursing him out, with Slater more than willing to jaw back at him. Vaughn and Mac gesture to each other, ready to put everything aside and brawl. Debonair and Cable, likewise, exchange a few words, as Debonair makes a motion to jump up onto the apron, only to drop back down when Cable takes a swing at him.
TYLER CAGE:[/color] It appears Slater and company have the high ground!
CENTURION:[/font] We’ll see if… wait, who’s that?
Behind the three men in the ring, we suddenly see someone sliding under the ropes. He has come out of the stands wearing what appears to be a Buffalo Bills uniform, complete with helmet. As the camera pans around him, we can see a rather unusual ‘name’ on his back, as it simply says “Raven Sucks”. The man reaches up, pulling off the helmet.
TYLER CAGE:[/color] It’s… it’s…
CENTURION:[/font] It’s JOE MONTUORI!!
J Mont moves forward before any of the other wrestlers knows he’s there. He brings the helmet around in a wide arc… smashing it into the back of Slater’s head!! Slater collapses to the side, as Cable and Mac spin around, shocked. The helmet, cracked, bounces off to the side. Cable immediately starts for J Mont, exchanging rights and lefts with him, but Mac isn’t able to follow… as Flynn and Vaughn grab his legs, dragging him out of the ring! The two men start to double-team Mac, even as Fred slides in, rushing at Cable from behind!
TYLER CAGE:[/color] The numbers game just became a major advantage for Debonair and company!!
CENTURION:[/font] They had this planned from the beginning, didn’t they??
Mac fights back valiantly against Flynn and Vaughn, even managing to grab Vaughn and whip him into the railing. But Flynn clobbers him in the back, knocking him forward, and Vaughn’s quick to respond, giving Mac a legsweep that sends him head-first into the barricade! Inside the ring, Cable is trying to survive, fighting back, but Debonair and J Mont are too much, eventually sending Cable over the top rope with a double clothesline! With Cable down outside, the two men turn, even as Flynn & Vaughn enter from the other side… with all four men standing over the wounded Slater!
TYLER CAGE:[/color] Damn it…
CENTURION:[/font] Get out of there, Tristan!!
Slater manages to stand up, wiping some blood off from the back of his head where the helmet hit. He looks around at all four men, then dares them to come on. They do. While Slater fights back, there’s not much even he can do in a four man onslaught. He takes hits from multiple sides, staggering him… and then Flynn takes him out with the Logical Conclusion!! Slater’s down, even as Cable comes charging back in, tackling J Mont from behind! Mac comes in from the other side, attacking Debonair, even as Flynn and Vaughn go in to help.
TYLER CAGE:[/color] There’s bravery, and then there’s knowing the time to run away!
CENTURION:[/font] Men like this will never run. Never.
The numbers are again just too much, as neither man can fight off the multi-man assault. Soon, Cable is knocked into J Mont, who lands the JKO, knocking him out. Mac, meanwhile, is given the Enigma Divide by Debonair. As Mac is down, Vaughn comes off the top, dropping onto the downed Slater with the Plunge, doing more damage. All four men get to their feet, looking around at the carnage around them, as the crowd boos, throwing trash into the ring.
TYLER CAGE:[/color] The damage has been done. You are looking at an extremely dangerous union of some of the best in the business, and they’ve made their message loud and clear!
CENTURION:[/font] Yeah, and that message is they’ll stab you in the back if it gets them their way!
TYLER CAGE:[/color] We’re out of time! Good night!
The last shots are of Debonair, Flynn, Vaughn, and J Mont each moving to a different corner, placing their backs against the pads as they each admire their handiwork for the evening. We slowly fade out.
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Credits:
Matches: James Raven and Chris Page
Segments: Fred Debonair, Mark Flynn, Peter Vaughn, Mark Cross, Mike Mason, James Raven, Tyler Cage, Cholo, Lexi Gold
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