12-4-22 Sunday Night DARK
Dec 5, 2022 1:35:30 GMT -5
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12/4/22
Ring Rust Cafe & Studio @ The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas
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Play-by-Play Color Commentary
In action tonight we have some of the biggest names on the roster. Fred Debonair, J Mont, Mark Cross, Zara Ivory, Mark Flynn and more…
To the hundreds in attendance, and the millions at home, thank you for tuning in tonight to WGWF DARK 2 weeks ago to make it a successful debut episode.
Before we get started let’s take a look at what went down last time on BRAWL.
(A video package rolls of WGWF action from the most recent episode of WGWF’s flagship show.)
SAUCE BOSS: Cameras were rolling in Las Vegas as some of the biggest names in the sport got together for some incredible action. Let’s begin with the results of that show.
In the first match of the night, Ace Sky made his debut and defied gravity to take home a victory against Atara Themis.
In unscheduled action, Sonya Benson picked up yet another win. This time against her own hired gun, The Punisher.
Marvelous Mike Mason used his massive size advantage to make quick work of Shay in the next bout. Picking up a quick submission victory and looking very impressive.
In TV Title Tournament action, party-boy Cholo defeated Zara Ivory in what was probably the best match of the night. Bright futures are ahead for both of these young stars.
In another great matchup, Mark ‘The Dragon’ Cross was able to take a W from Samantha Voxx in a back-and-forth affair. Really good stuff from these two.
And in our main event, what was promised to be a barn burner just devolved into a complete schmoz as Fred Debonair, Mark Flynn, and Peter Vaughn took on John Cable and Mac Bane in a handicapped match. THE Tristan Slater was originally booked but was pulled from the match when he was not medically cleared. Despite obvious setbacks, Slater interfered in the match, attacking the three CCPE members, even with his arm in a cast. That wasn’t the biggest surprise though as fellow CCPE member and pro-wrestling journeyman, Holden Ross appeared and came to the aid of Bane, Cable, and Slater. The match was ruled a no contest and repercussions are sure to follow. It feels like this rivalry is only getting started.
And now… it’s time to turn the lights down low and get ready for some Sunday Night Dark.
I would be remiss of course to do the show without my partner in crime. You know her as The Soda Pop Princess. The Queen of Bong Style. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, BACK to the announcers’ table, Miss… Cherry… Cola.
CHERRY COLA: Snootchie Bootchies my bitches and bitchettes! It’s time to rawdog this show.
SAUCE BOSS: Cher’s, how are we doing on a December Sunday?
CHERRY COLA: Well… I didn’t get fired after last week. And I don’t have any new outstanding warrants. So, I guess you could say everything’s coming up Milhouse.
SAUCE BOSS: Milhouse indeed. We were in the comment section after last week’s show, and it turns out that the fans absolutely love the taste of Cherry Cola. What do you have to say about that?
CHERRY COLA: Was there ever any doubt? Look Saucy. Let me break things down for you. Mr. James Raven, who may or may not be a distant relative of mine, hired me to do a job. He made an informed purchase and here I am, ready to go hard AF. Workin’ for those bennies.
SAUCE BOSS: Bennies? Is that a drug thing?
CHERRY COLA: Don’t cringe-f*ck me, Bro. I’m talkin’ about those sweet ben-uh-FITS. Talkin’ about the four horsemen of compensation; that medical, that dental, that vision, that fine ass 401k.
SAUCE BOSS: Things I never expected to hear you say.
CHERRY COLA: Hey! Mama’s got A LOT of college loans to pay off and I’m tired of sharing an apartment with my pig-eyed roommate. Wash a f*cking dish Carl!
SAUCE BOSS: Well, I think your job is safe here, and the audience has spoken. They have a fever, and the only prescription is more Cola.
CHERRY COLA: My people. <3 <3 <3 . I wish I could give each and every one of you an over the pants handy.
SAUCE BOSS: Let’s change subjects super-fast and go down to the ring with our very own Cookie Carter for our first match.
We cut to ringside where the lovely beauty queen/ring announcer/Spanish commentator, Cookie Carter is waiting in the center of the ring in a little red dress.
Ring Announcer
COOKIE CARTER: Ring Rust Cafe… are you ready for the first bout of the evening?
[Applause from the hundreds of hungry wrestling fans in attendance as they cheer over their watered-down drinks and buffalo wings.
The lights in the arena dimmed.
COOKIE CARTER: Ladies and Gentlemen our next match is set for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit. First, already in the ring, making his WGWF DARK debut, from Missoula, Montana, weighing 224 lbs, he is… Chester…Hemmingway!"
Chester Hemmingway raises his arms, big cheesy grin on his face as the crowd roars with approval and admiration for the doomed wrestler.
COOKIE CARTER: And his opponent, making his way towards the ring, from Hell’s Kitchen, New York, weighing 240 lbs, he is “THE KINGDOM” Fred Debonair!!!
The lights in the arena dim as a montage of New York City and its skyline appears on the big screen and Samuel L. Jackson’s “Ezekiel 25:17” quote from Pulp Fiction plays to completion. At the end the gunfire blends in with the sound of cash registers opening and closing, as Pink Floyd’s “Money” smashes through the speakers and Fred Debonair makes his way out onto the top of the ramp.
He closes his eyes and soaks up the boos from the crowd as they chant “asshole” and other insults. Opening them again, he smirks and walks down the aisle to the ring but not before rubbing his extremely sore neck, climbing the steel steps, he enters between the top and middle rope, hopping onto the turnbuckle and raising his arms once more soaking up the crowd's disdain. He hops back down and waits for the music and lights to return.
When they do the referee calls for the bell and…
DING! DING! DING!
SAUCE BOSS: Here we go. Things are about to get real dark, real quick.
CHERRY COLA: I’m here for it.
Debonair approaches Chester Hemmingway with a smile and his hand stuck out for a shake, but the young man from Montana isn’t stupid. He bats Fred’s hand away to the approval of the crowd. They cheer and shrug. He nods and mouths the words “ok, ok” before raising his arm up towards Hemmingway, asking for a test of strength.
Again, Chester shakes off and Debonair points to his open hand shouting to the crowd how he should test his strength against him. The crowd sides with Chester and boo Fred for his attempt. Fred switches to plan B and paces a little. He asks Chester one more time as he rubs his neck, the crowd boos louder but Hemmingway relents and lock hands with Fred.
No sooner has he locked into his hand, Debonair kicks Chester Hemmingway in the stomach and begins to rain elbows onto the back of the neck and shoulders. Fred bends Hemmingway’s hand back, then rolls the wrist into an armlock. Keeping it steady, Fred uses the other elbow to hammer blows down on Chester Hemmingway’s forearm.
Fred sends Chester into the ropes, goes for a clothesline, but Chester ducks it and jumps up, dropping back into a Crucifix pin…
ONE…
TW…
TWO COUNT…
SAUCE BOSS: It looks like Hemmingway has done his research and understands that Debonair is a crafty grappler, trying to steal a quick pin from the more experienced wrestler who happened to be patched-in with CCPE. But it’s only a matter of time before Debonair outclasses the rookie.
CHERRY COLA: I’d sign up for Five Nights at Freddy D’s if you know what I mean.
SAUCE BOSS: Is that another d*ck joke?
CHERRY COLA: This is top quality comedy Saucy. Keep up.
SAUCE BOSS: I’d rather not…
Fred kicks out and both men get to their feet, a left from Fred, a left from Hemmingway, another left from Hemmingway. He sends Fred into the turnbuckle, but he grabs the ropes on each corner as Chester Hemmingway runs in behind him. Fred leapfrogs backward over Hemmingway and delivers a sweeping forearm to his back, another and another. Fred raises his arms as he walks away from Hemmingway, goading the crowd as they boo him intensely.
Fred slowly turns around, arms still raised but Chester Hemmingway tries to catch him off guard, running at him and leaping into the air, FLAPJACK by Debonair on Chester and he goes full face plant onto the canvas. He drops an elbow onto the back of Chester Hemmingway‘s head, stands and delivers another. Fred pulls Hemmingway up from underneath his arms and twists him around, bending him backwards, shoving his head under his own arm… Fred slaps him on the chest and delivers the “God Complex” rolling cutter, he rolls Chester over and covers him…
ONE…
TWO…
…THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
SAUCE BOSS: Told ya. No surprises there. Debonair putting in work.
CHERRY COLA: I was surprised to learn that you can actually fracture a penis. Do you want to know how I found that out?
SAUCE BOSS: NO!!! PLEASE NO! Look, pretty Cookie Carter is talking. Let’s swoon together.
CHERRY COLA: Aight.
COOKIE CARTER: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall, Fred Debonair!
Fred rolls off of Chester, slowly pushing him out of the ring with his foot as he shakes off the referee trying to hold his arm up once again holding his neck and winding. He calls for a microphone as his music queues up, the crowd booing him out of the arena.
FRED DEBONAIR: No, cut that off… I’ve got some things to say and I’m gonna say them! If you tramps wouldn’t mind just shutting up for a second…? Now, a couple of weeks ago on Brawl myself, Peter Vaughn, Mark Flynn and J Mont were blindsided by that bastard, Holden Ross!
The crowd goes insane at Fred reminding them of this.
FRED DEBONAIR: Now let me make it clear as I’ve said this entire time… I’ve got no issue with Holden doing what he did, I’m certain and I believe he’ll clarify this, that for him it was all business as it is for me. He’s damn near broke my neck, but I’ll be alright, he won’t though! What I can’t stand, is you guys cheering him for what he did and… -
Fred is cut off by the crowd once again cheering and chanting “BASTARD” in regard to Holden Ross. He smirks and shakes his head as he lifts the microphone again.
FRED DEBONAIR: Yeah, yeah eat it up! But when J Mont and I taught Mac Daddy Bane about poking his nose in, it was deemed nasty, wrong, bad etc… This HYPOCRISY won’t fly! I’ve been doing this gig for twenty-five years! I was a sixteen-year-old kid in foster care when I started Wrestling and you damn sure know who I am! I’ve seen this shit backwards and forwards and I’m fully aware that IF I was the golden boy who said yes sir constantly and didn’t answer back, you guys would have loved what I did, to Mac Bane!
The crowd again boo and the “asshole” chants start up. He leans against a turnbuckle and puts his head in his hand.
FRED DEBONAIR: C’mon at least be a bit original! But anyway, because I’ve put you all in your place, I’ve sat you down and I’ve fed you a few home truths! You all tried to shoot me down, when I sent Mac packing and he’s still crying about it too but as I said to him, just because the match was over it doesn’t mean business was! Business happens a lot more than just inside the ring! I’m fully aware that CCPE isn’t a “stable”, we’re a bunch of contracted talent who happens to be represented by Chris Page, that’s it. Now we don’t have to like each other but we have primarily the same goals… And yet one move made by me appears to have set off a couple of people who, rather than get it dealt with like men, decided to cry and bitch and welp! Here we are… And looking around the arena tonight I don’t see Cable, I don’t see Mac, I don’t see Tristan or Holden… But believe me boys, you’ll be seeing me real soon! Real. Soon…
Fred drops the microphone, drops to his back and rolls out of the ring as his music starts back up and the crowd boos and jeer intensely as he makes his way back up the ramp, flipping off a few fans as he does.
WINNER (via pinfall): Fred Debonair
Match Length: 4 minutes 50 seconds
~~Earlier this week~~
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…AND YOU CALL ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE
SO CASUALLY CRUEL IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST
I'M A CRUMPLED-UP PIECE OF PAPER LYING HERE-
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…AND YOU CALL ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE
SO CASUALLY CRUEL IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST
I'M A CRUMPLED-UP PIECE OF PAPER LYING HERE-
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The voice of Mark “The Dragon” Cross echoes out from the back of the Uber, belting out some Taylor Swift for all to hear and see. The New York City taxi DRIVER, who had obtained a bit of a cult following from streaming his fares on his Twitch channel, was getting more of a show than he bargained for, as was his audience.
That was…of course…until his passenger saw the little red light.
THE DRAGON: Dude, are you recording?
DRIVER: I’m on Twitch. There’s a sticker right here-
Leaning forward, Mark squints to read it in the dim light.
THE DRAGON: You’re live on Twit- You’re fucking LIVE streaming!?
DRIVER: I put up notic-
THE DRAGON: Would have appreciated the heads-up BUD!
DRIVER: Sir, there’s signs-
With all the reflexes of a young cat on a sugar rush, Mark launches himself from the back seat, his face in the lens as he tries to swat for the camera.
DRIVER: Hey, what are you doing?
THE DRAGON: Gimme the SD Card-
DRIVER: No, sir that’s not-
With one hand off the wheel, the taxi driver tries to swat away Mark’s flailing arms.
THE DRAGON: Gimme the fucking SD card!
DRIVER: It’s a live stream!
Annoyed with the hand swishing around in his face, Mark takes control of the driver’s wrist, pinning it below his own weight as he tries again to reach for the camera.
THE DRAGON: Stop the damn stream then!
DRIVER: You’ve got my arm!!
We cut away to images shot from a local news helicopter. In the dimness of night, we can barely make out the rear end of a car, poking out from a collapsed and ruined wooden shelter. Two men can be seen standing nearby, being questioned by police. A yellow ticker tape below the image shows the day’s major headline: “New York City wants to hire a ‘rat czar’—and could pay them $170,000 per year…”
NEWS REPORTER: Patrons of the Carmine Street location of Joe’s Pizza caught quite the show in the early hours of this morning, as an out-of-control Uber crashed through the famous restaurants outside seating area. Thankfully, nobody was injured, including the 46-year-old driver and his 38-year-old passenger, WGWF wrestler Mark “The Dragon” Cross. The former World champion has recently joined the Las Vegas-based organization and had been wrestling a show in Manhattan earlier on in the evening. In a surprise turn of events, Cross agreed to foot the bill for the repairs to the shop, and to the damaged vehicle. The Uber driver was unavailable for comment.
COOKIE CARTER: Ladies and Gentlemen our next match is set for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit. First, already in the ring, from San Diego, CA, weighing 200 lbs, he is… Eduardo… Gutiérrez!!!
Eduardo Gutierrez waits in the ring, checking the tape on his wrists, rocking side to side. Like a gladiator about to face a lion.
"Big Flip" hits the sound system and plays throughout the arena as dark red, silver, and dark purple lights begin flashing throughout. As the lyrics start, Zara comes bounding out from backstage with Marley standing behind her as the fans have a mixed reaction of cheers and jeers at the green-haired women. She takes her replica helmet off, her cousin by her side as the lights followed them along the path down the ramp.
COOKIE CARTER: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Marley Divata, making her way towards the ring, from Richmond, VA, weighing 131 lbs., she is The Chaotic Nightmare… Zara… Ivory!!!
As she passes by fans, she can be seen making mocking faces at the adults that jeer at her though chooses a random little kid to give the helmet to. She slid into the ring with ease, jumping to her feet as Marley got in the ring through the ropes.
SAUCE BOSS: Zara Ivory is one of the great female talents in the WGWF. So much potential and power and beauty in this young woman.
CHERRY COLA: …
SAUCE BOSS: Nothing to add, Cher?
CHERRY COLA: …Green. Her hair is… green.
SAUCE BOSS: Yes… we all see it. But can we focus on athleticism?
CHERRY COLA: …it’s green tho’. I wonder if her…
SAUCE BOSS: -DON’T. She’s a professional.
CHERRY COLA: I’m taking a smoke break.
SAUCE BOSS: No problem. I got this one.
Cherry walks off muttering to herself and shooting looks back to the ring to confirm she saw the color that she saw.
DING! DING! DING!
Zara Ivory wastes no time in going after Eduardo Gutierrez with a hard lariat, sending the young wrestler crashing to the mat. After her debut in WGWF, it was clear that the woman was trying to prove herself even more. As Eduardo got back to his feet, Zara nailed him with a standing dropkick, sending him stumbling back to the ropes. As he rested against them, she launched herself off of the opposite ropes and flew towards him, knocking him over the ropes with a rough clothesline from Hell. She began hyping up the crowd before she pointed toward the man who was getting back to his feet. Ivory launched herself off of the ropes again before ultimately executing a beautiful suicide dive to the outside, shoving Gutierrez hard into the barrier in the process.
SAUCE BOSS: Suicidal tendencies from Zara. Really getting after Eduardo. She’s everywhere. She’s quick. She’s deadly and Gutiérrez is getting all he can handle. I can’t believe Cherry is missing this action.
Zara did a kip-up to get back to her feet, and she let out a yell as she did, hyping the fans up even more. She grabbed her opponent and pulled him to his feet, whipping him back into the ring. Climbing onto the apron, Ivory decided to climb to the top of the turnbuckle rather than re-enter the ring through the ropes. She turned to face the crowd and went CLOSER TO THE GRAVE, but her opponent rolled out of the way of the swanton bomb at the very last second! Zara groaned at the impact of the mat rather than Eduardo, but she only took a minute to get back to her feet. She was leaning against the ropes for a second, a small frown on her face as she looked at the man that was slowly getting back to his own feet.
SAUCE BOSS: Gutiérrez with a window of opportunity here. Zara showed that she can actually feel pain for the first time. I miss Cher Bear.
When Gutierrez came charging at her, Ivory acted quickly and leaned his shoulder down, ultimately sending him up and over onto the apron. He went for a couple of quick punches, but she was able to dodge the hits. She grabbed him and pulled him from the apron to back over the ropes, slamming him to the mat with a hard suplex. She climbed the ropes again, this time watching him for a second to make sure that he wasn’t getting up. When Zara saw that Eduardo wasn’t stirring, she leapt off from the top and executed a beautiful frog splash. Gutierrez caught the full effect of Ivory’s VIOLENCE CAUSES SILENCE! She swiftly pins her opponent after taking a second to recover from the initial impact of the move.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
SAUCE BOSS: Well, there we have it folks. Zara Ivory with a dominant performance and Cherry Cola missed the whole thing! Zara puts a hash mark in the win column and Cherry reveals herself to be unreliable. She’s getting a stern talking to when she gets back.
WINNER (via pinfall): Zara Ivory
Match Length: 4 minutes 42 seconds
We cut to a shot in a random quiet hallway inside the Velvet Rabbit. Buster Gloves stands next to some stage boxes. Sitting on top, drinking from a water bottle, is XWF Wrestler and frenemy, the King in Rags, the Kaiser, Finn Kuhn.
BUSTER: Finn, thanks for coming. After the XWF show, I wasn’t sure if you’d actually show up.
Finn gives an amused exhale and a raise of an eyebrow as he leans back and just stares straight ahead while looking down.
FINN: I almost didn't. I'm still not entirely sure why I decided to show it. I’m not really even a Vegas person, honestly…
BUSTER: I wish I could show you a better time around town, but I'm kind of going through a sober phase right now. Promised the wife and kids no parties, just business.
Finn shrugs, shaking his head ever so slightly before continuing.
FINN: It’s fine. I wasn’t expecting much. Though, I can’t say I knew you were married.
BUSTER: Oh no, no, not married. Just a girlfriend. Emily. She’s on those Pepsi commercials. I’ll have to introduce you sometime, you’ll love her. She can do a double rotation moonsault. Terrible in the kitchen though. Don’t tell her I said that.
The joke actually did a fair bit to break the ice. It allows a smile to cross its way onto Finn’s face, coupled with a small chuckle as he finally takes a look back at Buster.
FINN: So, you went through the effort of trying to talk to me on Twitter and bring me over here. That’s all well and good, but remind me what this is meant to be all about again?
BUSTER: Right, right, let’s get down to business. I want you to know that I’m done with all that XWF stuff. It’s water under the bridge. I’m sorry, I forgive you, whatever words you want me to say. I just want us to be on good terms. I hope you feel the same way.
Finn is silent at first, mulling over Buster’s words for a while as he nods. He looks straight into the Bull of the North’s eyes, trying to see how genuine he’s being with everything. Finn squints just a bit as he presses.
FINN: What? Did you bring me out here just so you could apologize face-to-face? Not that I’m going to complain that you’re doing[/i] this, but… surely there’s more.[/color]
BUSTER: There is, but just… hear me out. Kicking you at the beginning of the (XWF) match WAS a dick move. I know that. But I had to send a message. And it made for great TV. I figured that you needed you to get in “Kaiser” mode right away and that was the only way to get it done. It was a triple threat match, so it needed to be every man for himself for it to mean anything. It just sucks that Peter Vaughn still found a way to win. It should have been you. Not him.
The smile on Finn’s face stretches far longer as it looks truly genuine at that moment. He shakes his head, tapping his hand against a nearby surface as he responds.
FINN: You don’t need to apologize to me for that. I told you and everyone else multiple times in the lead-up to that match. It was a free-for-all. Only one man could win. You got me while my head was turned and made me pay for it. Good on you. Hell, if I was in a slightly different state of mind during the early stages, I might have even tried the same thing on you.
Finn once more leans back, but now this time he looks up at the ceiling. His arms are crossed now, and the finger tapping is instead on his arm.
FINN: That being said… Vaughn deserved to be roughed up before we broke our gentlemen’s agreement…
BUSTER: You’re probably right. He’s not a good person. He cheats and then makes you feel like it was your fault. Somebody needs to humble him. At the end of the day, Vaughn was smarter and seized an opportunity. He beat both of us, but he’s not better than either of us.
A moment of silence passes between the two frenemies. The air feels like it deflates out of Finn’s body for a moment as he closes his eyes, weighing his options. Then finally, his voice cuts through the quiet.
FINN: Alright, so… apology accepted and all that. But you never answered me. Why’d you bring me out here? Because we both know it wasn’t just for something you could have done online or over the phone.
BUSTER: Oh, right, I almost forgot. Here’s the kicker. WGWF has seen fit to book me against Vaughn again. It’s kind of a long story, but I asked for the match in a backwards kind of way. Anyway, there’s still nothing on the line, but it’s probably my last chance to actually beat that bastard. I know you want to see him go down just as much as I do, but I don’t think I can do it alone. I can take him in a fair fight, but it won’t be a fair fight. He has Mark Flynn in his corner.
This revelation being dropped has Finn opening his eyes, turning to Buster with an incredulous look between them as he scoffs.
FINN: I’m sorry - Did you sayXWF Mark Flynn? XWF Universal Champion Mark Flynn? Professional sneak attacker and con artist Mark Flynn?
BUSTER: That’s the one.
FINN: And they expect you to hold off the both of them?
BUSTER: I know, right? How is that fair? If there’s anyone on this rock that can outwork and outsmart those two, I don’t know who it is. Not me, that’s for sure. But you can help even the odds. I’ve only been pro-wrestling for a year now and I haven’t made many friends. Every one of them ended up abandoning me or turning against me. Bert McAlroy, Duncan Ryder, Donny Mason, Eli Goode… Peter Vaughn. It’s not easy to admit, but Vaughn is probably the best friend I’ve had. And he’s the one that hurt me the most.
Finn shakes his head as he leans forward with another small chuckle. The smile on his face feels far more somber, however.
FINN: Well, hit me with a sob story, why don’t you? …My sympathies, though. For what it’s worth… I’ve had allies in this business. I’ve had a few people behind the scenes I could call my friend. But I guess, when it comes to people actually inside that ring… I’ve never had anyone I could call a friend, either. So, I guess I can commiserate with that.
BUSTER: Well, I consider you my friend, Finn. You might not think I’m YOUR friend, but you’re MINE. You might not even like being around me, but you showed up here, so that tells me that you must respect me on some level. I’m asking you to be in my corner and to back me up for when Mark Flynn and CCPE inevitably decide to take the less-than-optimal path and cheat me out of another match. Besides, this is a chance to give Vaughn some payback for the low blow from back at (XWF) Bad Medicine. So, what do you say? Will you be in my corner?
Silence. It’s a lot longer stretch than the one that persisted just a little while before. It feels far heavier too. As if the looming anticipation within your gut was capable of bursting from right out inside your body, tie itself into a noose and thrust your neck into it. Finn takes a deep breath, wetting his lips as he did before, he murmurs something underneath his breath.
FINN: …if we are so similar…
Finn fades for a moment and then comes back to life, with a new conviction in his eyes.
FINN: Talk to Raven and get me a WGWF contract.
BUSTER: You want a contract?
FINN: You heard me. You must be in good with him considering that list he gave you, so I’m assuming you can make that happen. Just like how Flynn parades around the ‘Optimal Path,’ I’ve got my own road I need to follow. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t take the path to try facing off against as much competition as I possibly can? Get me that contract by tomorrow night, Buster, and I guaran-damn-tee you that nobody else from Page’s group of cronies will step a foot in that ring.
Buster doesn’t answer, he just looks away, tightens his lips and nods as we fade to black.
Back to the announcer’s table, Cherry Cola is back with an empty glass of ice on the announcer’s table. Her partner, the Sauce Boss, sits at her side.
SAUCE BOSS: We’re back here at ring side getting ready for another match. Who do you think it will be?
CHERRY COLA: I hope it’s my f*cking waitress. Momma is parched. I’d punch my grandma in the left tit for a Tito’s and Lime.
SAUCE BOSS: Well, we will just have to see, won’t we? Before we get started, would you like to comment on what happened during the Zara Ivory match?
CHERRY COLA: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
SAUCE BOSS: You took one look at her hair color, and you split. It was weird.
CHERRY COLA: I didn’t do that.
SAUCE BOSS: You did.
CHERRY COLA: SAUCE!!! Don’t fucking try me today. I didn’t leave. Everything is fine. And I won’t kill you if you show me the color green. Are we good?
SAUCE BOSS: Uhhh…. Yeh, we’re good. Glad to have you back. Let’s hold hands and look at Cookie.
Waiting in the ring, with mic in hand in ring announcer, Cookie Carter. All smiles and eye lashes. 14-year-old you is in love.
COOKIE CARTER: This contest is set for one fall with a 20-minute time limit.
Flynn emerges from the black curtain to a chorus of boos from the hundreds in attendance at the Ring Rust Cafe.
They howl with boos… He stands at the top of the ramp, spinning so his back faces the camera.
Flynn’s sporting a black bomber jacket, which reads ‘KING OF THE MIDCARDERS’ in glimmering lettering on the back!
COOKIE CARTER: Introducing first, already in the ring, from Battle Creek, Michigan. Weighing in at a total combined weight of 210 lbs. The King of the Mid-carders… Mark… Flynn!
He spins again, spitting and jaw-jacking with the hostile Las Vegas crowd.
He reaches ringside, jogging up the steel steps, and slipping through the ropes… He whistles and starts yelling at the timekeeper, who quickly lobs Flynn a microphone.
Flynn catches it and stands in the center of the ring. He politely asks Cookie Carter to leave the ring and she obliges. The crowd triples its booing volume, trying to drown Flynn out before he can speak.
” ...WGWF Dark, huh? You cheapskates couldn’t afford tickets to Brawl?”
This crowd does not appreciate having their pocketbooks mock
“You PEASANTS COULDN’T AFFORD A SHOW WITH REAL TALENT?!?!?”
Booo! BOOO!
…
Flynn grins.
“Well, con-grat-u-FUCKING-lations… Because DESPITE your penny-pinching… You tightwads hit the jackpot!”
“I HAVE A SPECIAL SURPRISE FOR EVERYONE HERE AT THE RING-RUST MATCH.”
“A FUCKING MARQUEE MATCH.”
The crowd boos, but a little quieter. Somewhat interested…
“See, if you’ve been following the action on the WGWF flagship show, Brawl… You might have noticed I’ve been… toying with someone on a regular basis.”
The crowd starts to murmur. Wait, does he mean…?
“I’ve been regularly making a FORMER WGWF CHAMPION look like the TALENTLESS RUBE THAT HE IS.”
They whisper excitedly. Chants are a-brewin’... He definitely means…
“I, of course, refer to… TRIS-TAAANNN…. SLAAATEEERRR!”
The roof pops off the Ring Rust Cafe! ‘Glorious’ chants ring out!
Flynn smirks.
“That’s right… That got your fucking attention, didn’t it?”
Flynn chokes up on the mic, drawing it under his nose. The chants quiet down…
“See, after I knocked Slater up and down the Las Vegas strip last Brawl…”
The boos resume! That fight was a lot more competitive than Flynn insinuates!
Flynn grins.
“I said… AFTER LAS VEGAS’ FINEST HAD TO PROTECT ME FROM ENDING TRISTAN SLATER’S LACKLUSTER CAREER!”
The boos double in volume!
“I checked the Brawl card this week… I figured ol’ Jimmy Raven and my agent, Chris Page… They’d want to strike while the fire is hot! They’d want to keep a feud 10 years in the making FUCKING COOOOOOOOOKIN’ …”
The crowd gets hot again. They’re practically begging Slater to come down the ramp and pound Flynn into snot.
“And it turns out, THIS MONDAY… ON BRAWL…”
The crowd is on its fucking feet! Is this an announcement for a match being added to Brawl?
…
“I’m just spectating.”
…Boos. Disappointment. Somehow, Flynn has manipulated this crowd into being disappointed that there isn’t more Flynn on their program.
“That’s right, kiddos. WGWF has the greatest wrestling talent in the industry today on its payroll. And this Monday, I’ll be grabbing a plate at the catering table, watching Peter Vaughn kick Buster Gloves’ jabroni ass for eight minutes, picking up my check, then clocking out…”
…
Flynn charges toward the ropes!
“And that’s NOT GONNA FUCKIN’ WORK FOR ME.”
The crowd pops, excited!
“I don’t give a SHIT how little you people paid for B-SHOW TICKETS. I AM NOT LEAVING THIS RING… UNTIL YOU FOLKS GET TO SEE FLYNN VS SLATER. TONIGHT.”
The crowd is chanting ‘SLATER’, ‘SLATER’. Flynn turns toward the ramp and starts beckoning with his hands, like ‘yum, yum, COME GET YOU SOME…’
The crowd chants… Chants some more…
…Is Tristan Slater even in the building ton-
The crowd leaps to its feet! Whooping and hollering!
Flynn leans over the top rope, screaming ‘SLATER, GET DOWN HERE’...
When all at once, emerging from the black curtain, it’s….
IT’S…
…
SAUCE BOSS: That is not Tristan Slater.
CHERRY COLA: It’s like Tristan Slater if you drew him from memory.
The crowd cheers at first. The guy kind of looks like the real Tristan Slater… from a distance. But as the camera pans inward, catching the guy smiling and waving, walking down the ramp, the differences become undeniable.
The crowd hails down boos for the bait-and-switch, as Flynn’s ready-to-fight demeanor has switched to a shit-eating grin.
SAUCE BOSS: Lots of celebrity impersonators here in the LV.
CHERRY COLA: This guy dressed up like fat Thor and took a picture with me outside. Then he tried to charge me five bucks.
SAUCE BOSS: Did you pay him?
CHERRY COLA: I don’t even pay my taxes. I’m not paying that mouth breather.
‘Slater’ gets to the stairs, jogs up the steps briskly, and steps through the ropes. Flynn waves him over to the center of the ring. ‘Slater’ obliges.
The crowd is making its disapproval well-known. ‘FUCK YOU, FLYNN’ chants fill the air.
Flynn pulls the microphone back to his face.
“What’s-a-matter, kids? You were so excited a minute ago…” Flynn tsk-tsks.
Flynn wraps his arm around the other man’s shoulder and draws him in.
“Hello!”
“G ‘Day!”
“What’s your name, friend?”
“Tristen Slater, mate.”
The crowd boos!
SAUCE BOSS: That’s still not Tristan Slater.
CHERRY COLA: I’d still bone him for a fancy night at Olive Garden.
“Your name is Tristan Slater?”
“Bloody Oath, mate.”
The crowd boos even louder!
SAUCE BOSS: Tristen Slater doesn’t have a thick Australian accent either!
CHERRY COLA: Did somebody say thicc?
Flynn raises his hands in the air, like ‘whoa, let’s hear the guy out!’...
“I mean, the accent is damn near perfect. But I have to ask… You’re THE Tris-TAN Slater?”
The man shakes his head.
“Narrr, mate. But I’m A Tris-TEN Slater.”
Flynn strokes his chin, pondering this.
SAUCE BOSS: See he’s TRIS-TEN. Like the number.
CHERRY COLA: If he’s packing ten, like his name suggests, then Miss Cherry Berry might just have to slide into his DM’s.
“...And… How long have you been A ‘Tris-TEN Slater’… Mister Slater?”
”I bin’ a Tristen Slater since we met in that booze bus of a drunk tank last Monday… Then, after the coopers cut us loose and we did the harry, you paid me a few jolly green giants to get me name changed.”
The crowd rains down jeers… (and even a few bags of semi-consumed popcorn!
Flynn moves to the corner and hops up the turnbuckle!
“I PROMISED Y’ALL FLYNN VERSUS SLATER… AND YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET IT… GET A REFEREE DOWN HERE!”
After a few seconds, an official jogs down the ramp. Flynn hops down the corner and pops off his jacket.
…’Tristen Slater’ loosens his collar, leaning over Flynn’s microphone, still in his hand.
“Bonzer. Whaddya want now, Flynnie? I’ll lay about and take a quick three, eh?”
Flynn grins.
“Oh no… The cooperative part of your job is over.”
The official slides under the ropes and signals to the timekeeper.
Flynn cracks his knuckles.
“This part is… competitive.”
‘Slater’ dry-swallows. “You wot, mate?”
[special format magic]Mark Flynn vs Tristen Slater[/special format magic]
SAUCE BOSS: We’re about to get started here with Flynn vs. Fake Slater. Don’t blink, because this should be fast.
DING! DING! DING!
‘Slater’ tries to turn tail and dive out the ropes…
But Flynn latches onto his arm and drags him back to the center of the ring!
CHERRY COLA: Hey Saucy. Do the words ‘lethal dose’ and ‘lifetime supply’ mean the same thing?
SAUCE BOSS: … Why do you ask?
CHERRY COLA: No reason.
Flynn twists his opponent’s wrist behind his back, before dragging him face first into the mat!
FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Immediately, the fake Slater TAPS OUT!
DING, DING, DING!
SAUCE BOSS: Well holy cannoli! That was fast!
CHERRY COLA: Tris-ten-incher just got a lethal dose of reality.
Flynn hangs on a few seconds after the bell as the True-Blue Aussie ‘Slater’ taps out… Finally, Flynn releases the hold!
The crowd rains down more snack foods and soda at the ring! Flynn stands up and lifts his arms, his face in his hands, tears at the corners of his eyes… like he just won an Olympic gold medal!
‘Slater’ cradles his twisted arm, in incredible pain! A medical team with a gurney runs down the ramp to assist the fake Slater! The official kneels over ‘Slater’, telling to not move, it’ll only exacerbate the pain…
The medical team makes it to the padding outside the ring…
…Flynn hits the ropes?
As the team climbs up the side… Flynn BASEBALL SLIDES ‘SLATER’! The Aussie rolls under the rope from the kick, bowling over the team!
Flynn is cackling, doubled over laughing, as the crowd furiously boos!
Flynn shakes his head, lifting the mic back to his face.
“Don’t worry, folks. I know what you want. And your ol’ pal, Flynn is going to give it to you. Very… VERY… soon.”
Flynn leans over the tope rope with the mic.
“But… When you get what you want? When you DO get to see… Trist-TAN Slater vs Mark FUCKING Flynn?”
Flynn smirks.
“Don’t be surprised when it plays out JUST LIKE IT DID TONIGHT.”
Flynn drops the mic.
WINNER (via submission): MARK FLYNN
Match Length: 9 seconds
We cut to a shot of the announcer’s table where the paragon of wrestling awesomeness, The Sauce Boss, awaits with a notecard in hand. His cherry-red-haired co-host, Cherry Cola, sits next to him eating a packet of Fun Dip with the white sugary spoon shovel.
SAUCE BOSS: Some breaking news is coming in right now. Earlier today, at the Ring Rust Café, I was given a memo by WGWF officials about a situation with one of our talents. This developing situation is still unconfirmed. But an unidentified source close to the matter has stated that J Mont is electing to forego his appearance on WGWF DARK. Allegedly, Joe Montuori stated that he “does what he wants, when he wants. And that he could give 2 shits what James Raven thinks about him.” Some emotionally charged words there from Mr. Twizted Thoughtz.
CHERRY COLA: That’s too bad. He’s a turkey leg I’d like to bite in to. He will be missed.
SAUCE BOSS: He’s not being fired; he’s just taking the night off. It looks like we will be down one participant on Dark. But the main question is......What will James Raven do about this act of insubordination?
CHERRY COLA: I hope he throws a pizza party. Pizza is BAE.
CHERRY COLA: What do we know about the next match Sauce Dog?
SAUCE BOSS: Only that it is a showcase match set-up by Cholo himself.
COOKIE CARTER: This contest is set for one fall with a 20-minute time limit.
COOKIE CARTER: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring from El Paso, Texas…. “Cholo” Giovanni Santana!
The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by Jay J Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" looking as good as ever and flashing that million-dollar smile. He holds a mixed drink in his hand that likely has plenty of mezcal in it. He soaks it all in, feeling the love from the fans, and after a few seconds he makes his way to the ring, having a few exchanges with the fans, all in good fun. He jumps up on the apron and after wiping his boots, respecting the ring, he gets inside. He walks towards the middle nodding his head to the beat of the catchy song, making his afro wave back and forth. Some of the fans get into it, especially the ladies and Cholo points and winks to some. He goes to chill in one corner, and when the ref comes over to check him, instead he hands him his drink and asks for another. The ref shakes his head not amused and he hands the drink to an official on the outside and then checks Cholo while he, and some of the fans nearby share a laugh.
COOKIE CARTER: and his opponent…. Delicious… Milk… Mayson!!!
“Hero” by Enrique Iglesias begins to play over the PA and the crowd goes silent as a spotlight shines on the entrance way revealing the Delicious One. His back is to the crowd, and his arms are spread out wide revealing the rhinestones words "Simply Delicious" on the back of the robe. Cholo nods impressed.
CHERRY COLA: Look at this weenus. Did his mom drop him off at the arena?!
SAUCE BOSS: This is clearly a joke, designed by Cholo to poke fun at WGWF superstar Mike Mason.
CHERRY COLA: Oh really? I enjoy a good joke every now and then to break up the boredom.
The Delicious One spins around with a huge and cocky smile on his face. The light bounces off of his sequined and rhinestone white ring robe, with pink and yellow designs on it. The darkness is replaced with a soft white glow, but the spotlight stays on The Lactose of Intolerance.
CHERRY COLA: Hey Sauce Boss, why does Santa have such a big sack?
SAUCE BOSS: I don’t know, why does Santa have such a big sack?
CHERRY COLA: Because he only comes once a year.
SAUCE BOSS: Gross.
CHERRY COLA: Yeh, I can’t wait to ride Santa’s lap and tell him what I want for Christmas.
SAUCE BOSS: You mean ‘sit’ on his lap, don’t you?
CHERRY COLA: Do I?
The Delicious One struts to the ring, walking slowly, taking his time and allowing everyone to view him, which is hard because the closer he gets, the more you realize he is barely five feet tall. He climbs the ring stairs and instructs the referee to hold the ropes open for him. The ref laughs and tells him no, and The Delicious One throws a temper tantrum and tries to get in but struggles with the ropes and falls flat on his face, but into the ring. He gets up right away, and yells at the ref “SEE WHAT YOU DID?!”
The ref rolls his eyes and goes to a corner while The Delicious One stands in the middle of the ring. He unties his robe, and removes it slowly, to reveal his spaghetti arms and meatball torso. He hands the robe to the referee who reluctantly takes it and gives it to an attendant outside. The Delicious One hits a front double bicep causing the crowd to laugh and Cholo to hold back his laughter.
SAUCE BOSS: I know I usually say that wrestling is for everyone, but I’m not sure this is the right job for the Delicious One.
CHERRY COLA: Might be the only job he can get. I think this guy knocked on my door last week to inform me he was a sex offender.
DING! DING! DING!
Milk explodes out of the corner and charges at Cholo, catching him by surprise! He jumps up and goes for a crossbody block, but he just bounces off Cholo’s body and falls flat on his face. Cholo points at him and then looks at the crowd wondering if a) is he serious? and b) is he okay? The ref checks on him and Milk gives a thumbs up, Cholo being the nice guy that he is, helps him up, pats him on his shoulder and tells him let’s go again.
SAUCE BOSS: Some good sportsmanship there from Cholo.
CHERRY COLA: I heard that Cholo likes to party. Do you think he’s holding?
SAUCE BOSS: There’s a good chance.
CHERRY COLA: Gucci.
Milk slaps each one of his pecs, or lack thereof, and then goes to lock up with Cholo, but he then swings around him and tries to take him down with a roll-up! No luck! He gets back up and warps his arms around cholo’s waist and tries for a lift, again, no luck. He then breaks the hold and chargers at the ropes, bounces off and goes for a vicious shoulder tackle but Cholo holds his ground and Milk bounces off hard, flipping in midair, landing hard on the mat, and jumping back up only to fall back down.
SAUCE BOSS: We haven’t seen selling this good since the Shamwow guy.
CHERRY COLA: How much blood do you think a ShamWow can absorb?!
SAUCE BOSS: I dunno.
CHERRY COLA: Trick question, it can hold ALL of it.
Cholo shakes his head, feeling bad for ‘Milky’ and he goes to pick him up but Milk rakes Cholo’s eyes! Cholo stumbles back, grabbing his left eye in pain and the ref gives Milk a warning but he brushes him off and goes after Cholo, jumping onto his back and applying a sleeper hold. Cholo reaches back though and easily dumps his forward off of him. Cholo then gets his eyesight back and he picks up Milk and applies a Full Nelson submission right away.
He swings Milk like a ragdoll back and forth and he quickly TAPS!!!
DING, DING, DING!
COOKIE CARTER: Here is your winner… “Cholo” Giovanni Santana!
Cholo dumps him to the mat, clearly no longer in a good mood after getting blinded. Once he makes sure his eye is ok, he then finds the hard cam and blows a kiss at it, his smile coming back. His music plays and he does a little dance that drives the women crazy… Okay maybe not Cherry.
SAUCE BOSS: Do you like what you see there Steel Cher’?
CHERRY COLA: If Yolo Cholo isn’t my new connection, it’s gonna be a Brdget Jones Diary kind of night. Keep your fingers crossed Sauce Daddy. I’m out and I need to score some party favors. .
SAUCE BOSS: On that note, let’s keep the party going with the one and only Denise Essex, who sat down recently with the World’s Greatest Besties, Lexi Gold and Emily Simms.
WINNER (via submission): CHOLO
Match Length: 3 minutes 34 seconds
Host: Denise Essex with Special Guests: Lexi Gold and Emily Simms
A familiar polished steel plated desk stretches across a small sound stage bathed in soft pink and white lights from above. The reflective black granite desktop is sleek and streaked with pink and white ribbons of color and swirls trailing across its gleaming surface. Across the front, lit from behind by pink neon LEDs, hangs a sign emblazoned with the WGWF Logo, and the words 'Run Down' in brushed steel plated letters ringed in pink acrylic and just below it to the right the words, 'with Denise Essex' in flowing script of polished pink steel. We rejoin our host, Denise Essex, in an off the shoulder white blouse and black pencil skirt with matching black pumps. A white belt and a classic string of pearls sets off her outfit nicely. Her smile is bright and cheerful as she looks up at the camera and begins her show.
“Ladies and gentlemen... fans of the WGWF... everyone out there in the EFed-A-Verse... welcome back to another edition of 'the RunDown with me... Denise Essex.', and today we are getting a real treat! Joining me today is not one, but two of the newest up and coming stars of the WGWF! We have seen them on BRAWL for weeks now, and the fans have fallen in love with these two hard working ladies! They are none other than Lexi Gold and Emily Simms!” she shouts gleefully as she welcomes the two ladies onto the stage and into their comfy rolling stage chairs.
Lexi is clad in the finest of shimmering golden sequins in a single strap dress that sweeps down her side into a form fitting single slit. Her heeled thigh wrapping shoes of shining gold straps that crisscross up her calf and link with golden buckles shine in the stage lights as she sways onto the stage and takes her seat.
Emily bounces in, cheerily, behind her in her custom Cobalt Blue Pepsi Tee and gifted Cobalt Bucket Hat matching her stylish worn blue jeans with the ripped knee and hops on to her chair in kind.
“Ladies, first and foremost, thank you for being here! It is a pleasure for me to welcome you to the RunDown, and it is a dream to pick your minds about your careers and your progress at the WGWF so far!” Denise says cheerfully, happy to have them both on the show.
“A pleasure to be here.” Lexi says with a coy smile.
“Good to get out and do some promotion too.” Emily assures her with a warm grin.
“Emily, let's start with a question I know the fans are just dying for me to address. How do you feel about the end of your in-ring partnership with Buster Gloves? What brought that about, and where do you go from here?” Denise starts the interview turning to Emily.
“Buster and I decided it was best if the two of us do what we do best and that is singles wrestling. I don’t mind it because we both know that if there is a need for us to team up together again for something then we will do that.” Simms answers with a tilt of her head and a slight shrug of her shoulder.
“Now, ladies... a few weeks ago, we saw a backstage segment between you two that hinted at some sort of a tag-team endeavor in your future. How likely is it that we see you two booked on the show as a tag team in the near future?” Denise asks.
“If Lexi is game to team up with me? Then yes, I could see us as a tag team at some point. I want to explore my options as a singles competitor first though and see what I can do in that regard as well.” Emily chuckles in answer.
“I agree. I would love to team with Emily, which is why I suggested, and we agreed on it. I feel like we would make a great pairing. We are a lot alike, enjoy having fun, and together we can come up with amazing ideas, so me being anxious about the idea I hope it's a considered thought and happens as soon as possible.” Lexi answers with a thoughtful smile.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen, you heard it here! Lexi and Emily are interested in trying their luck on the tag scene asap... so, James Raven... It looks like you have some matches to sign. Speaking of matches though... you two have had a few matches so far, but how do you feel about your progress here in the WGWF since the Re-Launch?” Denise asks cautiously.
“I feel like I am doing pretty good. I haven't picked up that win just yet, but I'm not giving up on myself. There is some tough competition on the roster, but I'm not going to allow that to be the reason I hang up my boots. That's not like me. If anything, I believe 2023 will be bigger than this year and will surprise a lot of people. Going forward, my plans are to work hard towards my goals and face people that I've never had the privilege of stepping into the ring with.” Lexi answers confidently.
“I’ve only just begun my career here in WGWF and I am highly looking forward to what I can do here and the people I meet. To tell you the truth, I'm going to go after the television title, and I have a qualifying match this week as a matter of fact to go get it for myself.” Emily says referring to her match coming up on BRAWL.
“Speaking of goals, a lot of our fans may not know this about Lexi Gold, but she is quite the accomplished wrestler already in her career, earning several titles just this year. What titles have you held this year, and what belts are you looking forward to in the coming months?” Denise turns to Lexi as she asks with a smile.
“This year has been crazy, but in a good way. I accomplished so much, and I never imagined it to happen. I was Alpha Wrestling Women's World Champion, Shoot Project's Shut Up and Fight Champion, Total Ambition's Ambition of Honor Champion and a few others to name. When I think back on it, it still doesn't feel real. It feels like a dream, and I'm so thankful to be given those opportunities. I work so damn hard for them, and when I get rewarded, it's an amazing feeling. I always tear up. As of right now, I'm a holder of no championships, and that's okay. I'm proud of my growth and my determination to not quit when I come face to face with my struggles. I don't know what the future holds for me, but I know one thing for certain, I'm going to keep lacing my boots for as long as I can and continue working my damn hardest.” she says with a determined grin.
“While we are on the topic of working your hardest, this year you had to work really hard to achieve one thing in particular, so how does it feel to have your family back together after so long of being separated?” Denise asks with a look of concern on her face.
“It's such a huge relief. I can sleep better at night knowing my grandmother is back with me. I went to hell and back to get her back, but you know what, it was totally worth it. I'm sure people assume it's just a doll. No, honey, there is an actual soul attached to it. She actually talks to me. I'll say this right now, if anyone dares to take her away from me again, they might not appreciate it when I'm angry.” Lexi answers with gritted teeth.
“Well, I know I for one do not want to find myself on the bad side of you, Lexi, and for what it's worth, I hope Sonya Benson feels the same way. Now, Emily, turning to you, as a fairly new talent to the sport, and especially to the WGWF, what has been one of the things you have struggled with getting used to being a part of the WGWF?” Denise asks quizzically.
“The only thing I've found I’ve struggled with is getting started all over again trying to get established. There are so many awesome wrestlers here that I aspire to be like and hope I can have some of the success they have. Overall though things have been easier for me with WGWF because it’s only a few hours’ drive from my home in California where I live with my grandmother.” she answers plainly.
“Well, what's your favorite part of being a wrestler so far?” Essex asks, truly interested in perspective.
“My favorite part about being a wrestler? That’s a two-part answer really, I’ve been training with this since I was in high school, and it is something that I love to do. Going out in front of all those fans is a thrilling experience that still gives me goosebumps every time! The second part is the fans. I love seeing the looks on their faces when I come down to the ring or I slap hands with them or their excitement when I do my double front rotation moonsault. So, getting to do what I love in front of fans who are just as excited as I am is an incredible feeling.” Emily answers with a giddy smile.
“I love that you have so much fun with this career, and I hope you never lose that light. So, for the future, what goals have you set for yourself for the coming months here in the WGFW? I know that fans are looking forward to seeing you build your career in the WGWF and see what you have in store for them, so what's on the horizon?” Denise asks.
“Really, I want to get to know my fellow wrestlers, Level Up was a huge company and I understand that WGWF is huge as well but that’s something that is important to me. I like to get to know people. I also have my sights set on titles, any titles that I can get my hands on will be mine. I think I am going to start with the television title. I want to and I will make a name for myself here, something I really wasn’t able to do in LU.” Emily answers happily.
“Well, I am sure that there are plenty of stars in the locker room that would be happy to make friends with you and help you meet many other stars on the roster as well, like Lexi here. Speaking of being a social butterfly, Ms. Gold... How many companies are you active in currently, and how do you find the time to compete in as many places as you do and still have time for yourself?” Denise asks, really wondering how she finds time to fit everything she manages to get done to a day.
“I am in several companies, so it can be difficult squeezing everything into my schedule, but I make it work. My free time is also very limited, but I'm not complaining, because I love my job and I love entertaining the fans and if I can help them in any way whether it's advice or help with training, I'm more than happy to lend out a hand.” She answers demurely.
“That being said, what is one piece of advice you can give to your fans to help keep them as healthy and beautiful as you are? Any life hacks or routines you find yourself using to keep the balance?” Denise throws her one she knows the fans are begging for.
“Life can be a challenge, especially when you are like us, you are on the road 24/7 and away from family and friends, but what helps me maintain a healthy state of mind is for one physical activity. I love working out, whether that's at the gym, or going on a hike or a run. Another thing I like to do is meditation. It helps unclutter my mind from negative thoughts. I also love drawing and painting. No matter where I go, I see someone or something and get inspired to draw it. Perhaps one day I can sell my portraits if people are interested in that. Lastly, and I feel this is important, and that is to surround yourself with good, positive people that are there to lift you up and want you to succeed no matter what it is you are doing.” She answers thoughtfully, wanting to help her fans any way she can.
“Ladies, it has been an absolute pleasure to have you as I knew it would be. I hope you can join us again sometime, but… Ladies and gentlemen… that is about all the time we have left for tonight. Join us next time for the RunDown, with me, Denise Essex!”
Credits: Thank you to Sauce Boss, Fred Debonair, Mark Cross, Zara Ivory, Finn Kuhn, Mark Flynn, J Mont, Cholo, John Cable, Lexi Gold, Emily Simms
Running Time: 1 hour 25 minutes.
12.5.22
CCPE Arena @ The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas
Match 1:
WGWF TV Title Qualifying Match
BAM MILLER vs EMILY SIMMS
Segment:
“Marvelous” Mike Mason
Match 2:
WGWF TV Title Qualifying Match
SONYA BENSON vs LEXI GOLD
Segment
Ace Sky
Match 3:
TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY w. Austin Ramsey vs VITTORE COSTA w. Joseph “Ace” Buongiorno
Segment:
Cholo
Match 4:
“THE EPITOME” MIKE ANGELO vs ADDISON ANDREWS
Segment:
John Cable, Mac Bane, Holden Ross, and THE Tristan Slater
Main Event:
BUSTER GLOVES vs PETER VAUGHN w. Mark Flynn