Post by "The Peoples GOAT" James Raven on Dec 6, 2022 1:49:37 GMT -5
12.5.22
CCPE Arena @ The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas
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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentlemen the opening contest is scheduled for one fall and is a TV Title Qualifying match; first being led to the ring by CHARLIE BECKETT, he is BAM MILLER!
Song by Scorpions plays over the speakers and Bam Miller rides out on stage on his Midnight Black Harley Davidson, he reves up the engine and then begins to ride down the ramp and parks at the end. He gets off slowly and jugs a Miller Lite beer and then tosses it into the crowd. He argues with some fans and then walks up the steel steps but before stepping into the ring he reveals his signature weapon The Brick out of his black leather jacket and raise the brick in the air for the people to see, with a smirk replaces it down by the steps and gets inside the ring and runs up to the top turnbuckle as he beats on his chest and uses vulgar language towards the fans. After that he gets down and goes over in his corner and waits for the match to begin.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: His opponent, about to make her way to the ring… She is EMILY SIMMS!!
Lose Control by Poe the Passenger kicks up over the loudspeakers as the arena goes dark. A second later a series of red and blue pyro explodes and the lights come back up and we see one Emily Simms standing at the top of the ramp bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet. She’s clad in a pair of blue booty shorts with a red and blue crop top that bears the Pepsi logo next to the words “Emily Simms”. Her long blond hair is pulled back into a high ponytail with a red and blue ribbon tied in a neat little bow.
DING! DING! DING!
Match 1:
WGWF TV Title Qualifying Match
BAM MILLER vs EMILY SIMMS
Bam and Emily circle each other in the ring and Emily manages to duck out of the way as Bam makes a lunge for her. Spinning around, Bam grabs Emily by the hair and yanks her to the ground. He hammers her with several right hands, and earns a warning from the referee for using the hair and the punches afterwards. Bam just rolls his eyes, looking referee dead in the face before punching Emily with another right hand. He rolls Emily over to her back and makes a quick and cocky cover.
ONE!
CENTURION: A quick kickout by Emily, there.
TYLER CAGE: I can’t tell if Bam thinks that highly of himself, or that little of Emily Simms.
Pulling Emily to her feet, Bam slingshots her across the ring and off of the ropes. She rebounds back at him, and he hits a quick scoop slam before popping back up and dragging her to her feet once more. He again whips her across the ring, this time to the corner, and Emily hits the turnbuckle hard… and spine first. Emily stumbles out of the corner and Bam attempts to hit her with a European uppercut but Emily manages to duck out of the way and hits Bam with a flurry of lefts and rights to his rib cage!
CENTURION: Holy crap, she’s lighting him up!
TYLER CAGE: Baddie’s got HANNDSSS son!
Bam pushes Emily away from him with a hard shove and she stumbles backwards and lands on her backside. Bam takes a step back to measure her up, then charges forward and lunges with a big knee strike but Emily is just a second faster and dives under Bam’s legs!
Emily rolls over onto her back and kicks him right in the calves, taking his feet out from underneath him and toppling to the canvas. Bam tries to quickly scramble back to his feet but Emily is up first and grabs the back of his head and hit him with a running bull dog.
The crowd in the CCPE Arena cheers loudly, and fuelled on by their support Emily quickly rolls Bam over and hooks his leg!
ONE!
TWO!
CENTURION: Kickout by Bam Miller! Emily thought she had him there.
TYLER CAGE: Somewhere backstage, Cholo and Ace Sky are watching this match VERY closely.
Emily rolls away from Bam and out of the ring, from under the bottom rope. She paces back and forth on the floor, taking a few deep breaths to collect herself and plan her next move. Back in the ring, Bam is back on his feet and taunting her loudly. His actions earn him loud jeers from the fans, but he doesn’t mind. He flips Emily the finger and tells her to get her ass back in the ring.
Emily climbs back onto the ring apron and Bam tries to rush over to the ropes and sweep her legs out from underneath her, but she manages to dodge his charge and hits Bam on the side of the head with a mule kick which has the man seeing stars! Emily climbs back between the ropes and kicks Bam’s left hamstring repeatedly until the bigger man is limping around on that leg!
CENTURION: She’s doing some real damage here!
TYLER CAGE: She’s looking for the other leg!
She went to kick the other hamstring but Bam catches her leg and hits her with a dragon corkscrew that has her crying out in pain as she grabs at her knee. Bam pounces on top of her, once more hammering her with powerful right hands! The referee once more warns Bam, telling him he needs to stop, but he pounds Emily a few more times before finally just dropping down to make a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Emily gets a shoulder up, and Bam straightens up to continue slamming fists into Emily’s face. Simms try to cover up, but some of the punches are getting through! He flattens Emily out and covers her again.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
CENTURION: It was a struggle, but she gets a shoulder up again!
TYLER CAGE: Emily is drowning under the much bigger competitor here!
Emily squirms out from underneath Bam and uses the ropes to pull herself back to her feet. Bam turns his attention to the referee, arguing the count but the referee motions that Emily was up before the three count. Emily makes her way to the corner, climbing to the top rope as the crowd begins to cheer loudly for her. Bam hears them and spins around, charging across the ring and grabbing Emily to pull her crashing down to the canvas. Emily rolls around in pain, and Bam stands in the corner and undoes the turnbuckle cover to expose the steel underneath. The referee sees this immediately and rushes over, snatching the cover away from Bam and quickly trying to refasten it. Bam pulls Emily up to her feet while the referee’s back is turned, and blatantly jams a thumb into her eye before hitting her with a swinging neckbreaker!
CENTURION: The referee turns just as Bam makes the cover!
TYLER CAGE: They’re too close to the corner, look at her foot!
ONE!
CENTURION: It’s under the ropes! Emily drapes it over the bottom rope!
TWO!
TYLER CAGE: Bam’s gonna steal this one!
THR-
The referee notices Emily’s foot on the bottom rope, and calls off the count as Bam protests furiously. The referee stands up and backs away, confident in their decision. Emily rolls to her feet and shows the referee her eye, trying to tell them what Bam did, but he quickly bull rushes her into the corner and begins to throw the same vicious haymakers that he’s been warned about already. The referee rushes over to the corner, telling him to lay off with the barrage of closed fists, but Bam doesn’t listen. The referee leans in close, and catches the windup of Bam’s fist directly on the chin and stumbles backwards before collapsing to the canvas. The crowd gasps but Bam barely notices and throws a heavy clothesline, but Emily Simms ducks underneath it and circles to the middle of the mat.
But the referee calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
CENTURION: Hang on a second-
TYLER CAGE: Is it over?!
DING! DING! DING!
WINNER VIA DQ @ 8:52 AND ADVANCING TO WGWF TELEVISION TITLE MATCH:
EMILY SIMMS
Bam Miller looks enraged, stomping over to the referee and getting in their face as several other members of the ringside staff leap up to the apron and into the ring to stand between them and hold Bam back. Bam Miller points at the referee, calling this all bullshit and demanding the referee make it right.
CENTURION: The referee disqualified Bam!
TYLER CAGE: For hitting them? I don’t think that was intentional, was it?
Emily Simms doesn’t stick around to be a part of the aftermath, and quickly exits the ring and begins to back slowly up the ramp and towards the stage. Bam sees her retreating and rushes over to the ropes, pointing up at her and letting her know that they have unfinished business as the crowd in the arena isn’t sure how to react to any of this.
TYLER CAGE: This is RIDICULOUS.
CENTURION: I don’t know. Bam was aggressive that entire match, and he’d been warned about those punches multiple times… not to mention, you can’t hit a referee.
Tyler sighs audibly into the microphone, clearly not having it.
TYLER CAGE: Nah man. If he got DQ’d for the punches, that’s one thing, but he got DQ’d for the ref getting too close and getting knocked over and that’s crazy. Emily was ready to keep fighting, she didn’t think anything of it! Nobody thought anything of it but the referee!
CENTURION: Well, Emily doesn’t need to keep fighting tonight. She’s moving on to the WGWF Television title match, where Cholo and Ace Sky are already waiting, and the winner of Sonya Benson and Lexi Gold will join her shortly to round out the field.
TYLER CAGE: If I was Bam Miller, I’d be looking for a rematch with Emily Simms. If she wins a belt that you get to take off of her, even better.
In line with Tylers sentiments, Bam Miller continues to snarl at Emily Simms as she disappears backstage. We zoom in on his face, and slowly fade away from ringside.
("Power" by Kanye West begins to play over the PA and the crowd instantly begins to boo. As the words "Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power(21st-century schizoid man)" play, a spotlight shines on the entrance way revealing the Marvelous One. His back is to the crowd, and his arms are spread out wide revealing the rhinestones words "Simply Marvelous" on the back of the robe.
The Marvelous One spins around with a huge and cocky smile on his face. The light bounces off of his sequin and rhinestone white ring rob, with purple and blue designs on it. The darkness is replaced with a soft purple glow, but the spotlight stays on The Mecca of Manhood.
The Marvelous One struts to the ring, walking slowly, taking his time and allowing everyone to view him. He climbs the ring stairs and instructs the referee to hold the ropes open for him.
A WGWF official holds the ropes open and the Marvelous One steps through and wins around in a 360 to the middle of the ring for all to enjoy the sight of him and his $15,000 robe. In his hand Mason holds a microphone, as the music fades and the lights come up, The Mecca of Manhood begins to speak.)
MIKE MASON: Normally I'd say hello ladies and Gentlemen, but since we are in the Velvet Rabbit I'll say this.
HELLO SINGLE MOTHERS, AND THE SIMPS THAT SUPPORT THEM!
*The crowd begins booing and Mason only smiles in response. *
MIKE MASON: Now, I have been told by the Nevada State Athletic Commission that I must warn everyone. When I take my robe off the divorce rate in Las Vegas is GOING THROUGH THE ROOF!!!
*The men boo and the women cheer as Mike Mason laughs before disrobing. As the robe is removed the women begin to audibly ovulate and the men are stunned silent by a body they could never achieve. *
MIKE MASON: Now I know you people could only dream of having a body like mine. For the men to have a body that looks like this, and for the women a body that looks like this pressed up against you. I know you simps and sluts could only dream of having my amount of fame and wealth. So, out of my own generosity, I am going to give a lucky few of you your fifteen seconds of fame tonight.
I'm going to be doing three open challenges and giving you troglodytes an opportunity to win five thousand dollars for simply completing one easy task. First, a push-up challenge. If someone from the crowd can complete just ten push-ups I will give that fit little lad a cool five g's. So, which one of you mid-marks wants a chance at five thousand dollars?
*The crowd erupts with people volunteering to take on the challenge. The Mecca of Manhood looks around and selects a member of the audience who we can politely describe as morbidly obese. The man didn't even have his hand raised and is shocked when Mason points at him. The Obese Man waddles to the security railing where the security guards have to assist him in rolling over the barrier. The man begins to roll under the bottom rope, but is too big to fit under the rope and has to walk up the steps to get into the ring. *
MIKE MASON: Hello tubby, what’s your name?
*The obese man leans in to answer, but Mason pulls the mic away. *
MIKE MASON: Actually, we don’t have time to get your name, I’m just going to call you Peter Griffin. So, Peter, if you can complete ten pushups within one minute I will give you five thousand dollars cash.
*Mason pulls a wod of cash from the back of his trunks and fans it in the face of Peter Griffin. Griffin’s face curls up, as the money most likely smells like a protein fart. The cash though is very enticing and Peter gets down ready for his pushups. Mason counts down. *
3…
2…
1…
GO!
*A time appears on the screen and Peter begins trying to do his pushups. The first one is a real struggle, and Mason watches with a look of disappointment on his face. The second is nearly as bad as the first one, and after twenty seconds Peter has only completed two pushups. Suddenly Peter hits a stride and busts out four quick pushups and is now at six with forty seconds gone. Peter gets two more quick pushups, 8 at fifty seconds. Peter gets a 9th and with 5 seconds left has 1 left. Peter goes down and is struggling to push himself up, his arms are shaking but he begins to push his body up. Suddenly, Mason puts his foot on Peter’s back and shoves him down to the mat. The timer ends with Peter stuck on the mat under Mason’s boot and the crowd begins booing loudly as Mason laughs, and steps back from Peter. *
MIKE MASON: To no surprise at all, this fat, out-of-shape, basement-dwelling, porker couldn’t even do ten pushups. But, I do have another opportunity for one of you to win these five thousand dollars. For the next challenge, I am going to need a woman, who wants to volunteer.
*Security goes from helping Peter out of the ring to holding back every woman in the Velvet Rabbit as they try to get closer to Mason. Finally, the crowd is held under control and the Bod God points at what can be best described as a basic white girl. Like, loves Starbucks, Pumpkin Spice Latte, sweaters, and riding boots BWG. She meekly climbs into the ring and is obviously nervous standing next to The Mecca of Manhood. *
MIKE MASON: Ok, this is going to be even easier than the push-up challenge. All you have to do is spell out perfection.
*The girl receives an instant confidence boost as Mason holds the mic out for her. *
GIRL: P-E-R-F-E-C-T-I-O-N!
*Mason shakes his head and pulls the mic away from her. *
MIKE MASON: WRONG! I didn’t say spell perfection, I said to spell out perfection, which is M-I-K-E M-A-S-O-N! YOU STUPID IDIOT!
*Mason begins to laugh, and the girl who is obviously humiliated begins to cry and jumps out of the ring. *
MIKE MASON: I’m feeling so confident that I am going to make the third challenge an open challenge, anyone, and I mean anyone can challenge me to anything and I will accept. There is no way anyone in this cesspool of an underground brothel can beat me at anything. So anyone challenge me, CHALLENGE ME!!!
*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, the crowd goes wild as 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, never taking his eyes off of Mike Mason who is clearly not happy to see him. He gets to ringside and puts his drink down under the bottom turnbuckle and then slides inside the ring. He gets to his feet, grabs his drink, and then climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises it high in the air. More cheers from the crowd and Mason rolls his eyes. Cholo then asks for a microphone, which he exchanges for his drink, but warns the stagehand not to drink it. He then tells him he’s kidding, he can have it, he has more in the back. He turns to face Mason, still smiling but he is not. Cholo’s music dies down but the crowd remains on their feet, anticipating a showdown.*
CHOLO: Miguelito! Que pasa man?!
MIKE MASON: I’LL TELL YOU KAY-
CHOLO: Whoa amigo, RELAX! Why are you always so wound up? Dial down the tightness on your chi-chis and your pompis! Loosen up my friend!
*Mike goes to respond again but Cholo walks away from him and then leans on the top rope, addressing both fans who just lost the challenge to Mason.*
CHOLO: Hey amigo, do not worry, I will help you get healthy and looking better than ever. Now, I can’t promise you will look like Mason because…
*He does a double take. *
CHOLO: That’s just ridiculous… But we’ll get you looking in a way that will make you feel good about yourself. Deal? Dale! And mamacita, look at you, you are so gorgeous. MUY CALIENTE! Are you free after the show tonight? Great, you and Cholo, we’re going to party the night away. What do you say?
*The crowd cheers loudly and clearly both fans are beyond static about the news they just received and obviously they accept. Cholo nods at both and then turns to Mason and his smile is swept away… *
CHOLO: Amigo, why are you so much… un-fun? That was not nice what you did… If you want a challenge, why don’t you pick on someone your own size?
MIKE MASON: Have you seen the soy boys in the back? There is no one my size back there.
CHOLO: The what boys? Anyway, you want to throw an open challenge? Well here I am, I ACCEPT… And since I get to pick the stipulations… I would like to quote one of the great profetas of my time… Peter Quill and say to you…. “Dance off Bro!”
The crowd goes nuts.
MIKE MASON: NO! NO! NO!
*The crowd continues to cheer as Mason is throwing a fit.*
CHOLO: Hit my musica!
*Mi gente starts to play again and Cholo begins dancing quite smoothly to a wild ovation from the crowd. Mason continues to throw a fit, shaking his head and shouting “NO”. The crowd is cheering like crazy as Cholo literally dances circles around Mason as the crowd continues to cheer. Cholo dances his way into the corner as his music fades out. Cholo holds his arms out pointing to the middle of the ring for Mason to begin dancing.
Mason shakes his head and says no, but some generic dance music begins to play. Mason mumbles to himself and begins trying to dance. Mason does his best Travolta from Saturday Night Fever. The crowd boos as Mason dances like an unoiled robot. The crowd's boos turn to laughter and Mason stops dancing. Mason is clearly frustrated when he turns to see Cholo in the corner holding his stomach and laughing.
Out of frustration Mason charges at Cholo in the corner. Cholo bends down and catches Mason charging and backdrops him over the top to the outside of the ring. Cholo looks over his shoulder wondering what happened. Mason lands on his feet and rolls to the ground. Mason jumps to his feet and begins to charge to the ring when security stops him and holds him back. Cholo simply shrugs and starts dancing again as his music hits, drowning out Mason who is upset and yelling at Cholo as the scene fades to a commercial. *
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentleman the following contest is a TV Title Qualifying Match, about to make her way to the ring… SONYA BENSON!
“Paint It Black" (the modern remixed version) by Valerie Broussard plays and the crowd jeers the hateful anti pro wrestling activist turned pro wrestler against her will as she emerges atop the ramp flanked by her manager Norris and her bodyguard Smith. Some hirelings are carting the sacred XWF hall of fame ring mat that she stole from the XWF hall of fame building during her desecration of it. The hirelings unroll it down the ramp and Sonya makes a speedy trek down to the ring because she does not want to freaking be here. During their transit to the ring she makes sure to have Norris rip up some of the fans’ signs that she finds offensive. Once they get inside the ring she moves to her corner where she paces nervously while getting an encouraging pep talk from her entourage.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing her opponent, she is LEXI GOLD!!
"5 out of 6" hits and the crowd cheers on The Golden Goddess as she makes her way out from behind the curtain. She stands on the ramp and looks toward the crowd, feeding off the energy they were bringing tonight before walking down the ramp and clapping some hands at ringside, then runs up the steps and enters the ring through the bottom rope. While in the ring, she taunts a little and turns her focus to the stage and waits for the opening bell.
Match 2:
WGWF TV Title Qualifying Match
SONYA BENSON vs LEXI GOLD
At the opening bell Lexi Gold is quick to take the middle of the ring, but Sonya Benson remains in her corner and looks down to the floor where Norris and Smith are patrolling and looking to her supportively. Lexi calls for Sonya to meet her in the middle, but Sonya remains in her corner and refuses to move at anyone's pace but her own. Impatient, Lexi lunges for the corner but Sonya spins out of the way and leaves Lexi grasping at air. Gold pivots quickly but Sonya has already made her way to the opposite corner and out of reach. The crowd boos Sonya loudly, but nobody is surprised by her hesitancy to engage.
Lexi makes her way across the ring in pursuit of Sonya once more, but Sonya steps through the ropes to the apron and drops to the floor alongside her manager, Norris. Lexi rolls her eyes, appealing to the referee to count Sonya out of the match. Sonya quickly slides back into the ring and tries to quickly dive at the midsection of Lexi, trying to wrestle her down to the mat. She lacks the drive to tackle Gold, however. Lexi sprawls out and stuffs Sonya's shot, and quickly wrestles her over onto her back. Lexi pops back to her feet and charges off the ropes looking for a leg drop but Sonya rolls out of the way and back up to her feet.
CENTURION: I wonder if that was a miscalculation by Lexi…
TYLER CAGE: Well, the shizz didn’t land, so I’d say it was.
Sonya dives at Lexi while she’s still on the canvas and grabs hold of her, but she doesn’t seem totally sure what to do next. She holds tight as Lexi pouches herself up to her knees, then back up to her feet. Lexi drops a sharp elbow down on Sonya’s forehead, then drags her up to her feet and whips her into the ropes. She waits patiently, catching Benson on the rebound with a scoop slam that leaves Sonya yelping in pain. Lexi quickly stands up and grabs hold of Sonya's legs, hoisting her lower body up in the air.
CENTURION: The Goldilock!
TYLER CAGE: Sonya’s hand is already hovering over the mat, but Norris and Smith hop up from the floor to the apron on opposite ends of the ring!
Sonya’s manager and bodyguard pop up just outside the ropes, and Lexi takes notice. She quickly releases Sonya and holds up her fists, ready to defend herself against any attacks, but Norris and Smith slowly retreat back to the floor ignoring the chiding of the referee and the jeers of the fans. Sonya rolls across the ring away from Lexi, clutching at her knee and telling the ref that she’s been mangled.
CENTURION: That was cheap and the fans here in the CCPE Arena are letting Sonya Benson hear it.
TYLER CAGE: Allow me to inform you that she does NOT care.
The referee lets Sonya know that her entourage can’t interfere in the match again, and Sonya shrieks back at her that she’s been MANGLED! Lexi doesn’t let the two bicker any further, charging over and grabbing hold of Sonya Benson. She drags her up to her feet but Sonya manages to counter with a nice russian legsweep that topples Lexi to the mat. Sonya pounces on Lexi’s leg and rolls her over into an ankle lock!
CENTURION: Ooh, that looks tight!
TYLER CAGE: Her ankle lock is SHOCKINGLY GOOD, Cent!
CENTURION: You read that in the media guide, didn’t you?
TYLER CAGE: Don’t call me out. At least I did my homework.
Lexi tries to wriggle free, but Sonya has her foot locked in. Lexi changes tactics and begins trying to crawl her way to the ropes, but Sonya anchors herself into place and Gold is able to gain no ground. Norris and Smith clap loudly outside the ring, shouting for Lexi to submit. Lexi is able to roll over and kick at Sonya multiple times, finally striking Benson in the face with the heel of her boot. Sonya releases the ankle lock and backs away from Lexi, clutching at her nose and looking to the referee to ask if it’s broken. The referee tells her to focus on the match as Lexi is back on her feet and charging. Sonya hits a Japanese arm drag, flipping Lexi to her back before dropping to the canvas and rolling out of the ring.
CENTURION: What is she doing?
TYLER CAGE: Sometimes you gotta check in the manager, get some advice, maybe a little pep talk. You know how it is.
CENTURION: I most certainly do not.
Sonya indeed makes her way over to Norris on the floor, pointing at her face. Norris assures her that the damage isn’t serious, but the duo are interrupted as Lexi makes her way over to the ropes and looks down at them. Lexi shouts for Sonya to get back into the ring, but Benson shakes her head. Lexi charges to the far end of the ring and off the ropes, hurling herself over the top with a suicide dive!
CENTURION: Sonya pulls Norris in front of her!
TYLER CAGE: Meat Shield!
Lexi slams into Norris’ chest, and the duo go crashing back into the barricade as Sonya steps out of the way safely and slides back into the ring. She grabs the referee by the shirt and urges him to count Lexi out, and eventually the referee has to oblige.
ONE! … TWO! …
Lexi tries to crawl away from the body of Norris, but he clutches at her to hold her in place.
THREE! … FOUR! …
Lexi finally frees herself from Norris and climbs to her feet, coming face to face with Smith! The bodyguard of Sonya Benson sneers at Lexi!
FIVE! … SIX! …
Lexi charges past Smith and dives under the bottom rope and into the ring where Sonya is waiting for her, looking for a dropkick. Lexi slaps Bensons feet away and sends her crashing to the mat, and she quickly drops down to make a cover!
ONE!
TW-
Sonya is able to kick out quickly, but Lexi rears back in pain claiming that Sonya thumbed her in the eye! The referee takes a look at Lexi, her eye noticeably red and swollen as she howls loudly. Benson stands quickly, although a bit unsteady, and charges at the kneeling Lexi Gold and lands a step up axe kick!
CENTURION: Striking Gold!
TYLER CAGE: Sonya Benson just used one of Lexi’s finishers against her!
The crowd is stunned, but boos Sonya loudly as she collapses on top of Lexi and screams for the referee to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER VIA PINFALL @ 10:46 AND ADVANCING TO WGWF TELEVISION TITLE MATCH:
SONYA BENSON
Sonya pops off of Lexi quickly, rolling to her feet and allowing the referee to raise her hand but letting them know that they did a terrible job officiating tonight and should sharpen up their skills before the next show.
CENTURION: Well, love her or hate her, Sonya Benson gets it done here tonight. She advances to the WGWF Television title match with Cholo, Ace Sky and Emily Simms!
TYLER CAGE: That’s a HELL of a four way! Make a prediction, Cent.
CENTURION: No.
TYLER CAGE: You coward.
Norris and Smith make their way into the ring to aid Sonya Benson away from the referee and down the ring steps. They congratulate her on her dominant victory as they help her up the ramp to the stage, ignoring the boos of the fans as they eventually disappear backstage.
CENTURION: She may be a TV title contender, but she wont be winning any popularity contests in the near future.
TYLER CAGE: Let’s hear from one of her upcoming opponents, Cent. Ace Sky has a few things he’d like to say.
We fade away from ringside.
The best way to get Ace’s opinions is straightforward from the source, he has a peculiar speaking voice and style as he sounds like an anime-teen hero or late 80’s-early 90’s video game character mixed with a Texan twang that comes out when he’s angry or very excited. In this retrospective interview , involving lengthy clips as well he can showcase what he truly is to this audience.
He has on a black sweater, he has a light brunette beard, his jet black hair is in a modern hippie style with the sides shaven and the man bun, he was big expressive brown eyes. Despite his crows’ feet above his eyes and the lines of his age of 39 as well as on his forehead, he still looks youthful.
The shortest version he can give explaining his origins-
Ace Sky:
It has been a mixture of coincidence and hard work that I have gotten to where I am today, to be the man I am.
I’m an outsider to business, I have been an outsider most my life. Really the only way people used to get into pro wrestling was through family ties. My family, my parents they were legit Woodstock era hippies who became physicists , both Russian jews raised by very strict parents who instilled hard work and education, the pursuit of knowledge as the most important values. My brother Arlo was born on May 4th 1970, I was born on March 16th 1983 and my twin younger brothers were born on May 20th 1985. I was born with a very high IQ which was noticeable when I was just two and half, I have an eidetic memory , all I remember from that time at two and half is the Challenger disaster. When I was three years old, I got obsessed with two things – outer space and pro wrestling. My father has a minor in astrophysics, he was able to show me telescopes and help build model rockets , with wrestling it was a hip thing my brothers were always into too but I was someone who could not just watch it, I HAD to do it, that was a must. I was going to be an astronaut and pro wrestler, the first person to wrestle a match on the moon maybe, that was my pipedream.
Being a pro wrestler was never about becoming a “superstar” or famous, the more I found out about it the people I respected and wanted to be like did it to earn respect of the greats before them and their colleagues. I started out doing gymnastics and soccer at 4 years old, I added martial arts with Taekwondo at five years old and amateur wrestling at six years old. From what I saw of the Luchadores, Japanese wrestlers that was what Taekwondo and gymnastics was inspired by, it was actually being able to catch British wrestling on television that got me into amateur wrestling , that was very much influential in how I wrestle now.
On his in ring-style
Ace Sky:
I do not like labels, I have always been resistant to being labeled, I grew up undersized in Texas where the state motto is all about massive size, I had a very high IQ so I was viewed as this “ prodigy”. My style reflects who I am as a person to my core, it is a mix of free spirit, devil-may care attitude mixed with the hard-nosed determination of a martial artist. It is controlled chaos, what I call “ The Middle-Way” . From soccer, gymnastics, martial arts, and amateur wrestling to backyard wrestling to impressing the very strict state athletic commission committee to license me professionally on my 15th birthday , I was born to be a pro wrestler and I have achieved that. I cut my teeth through the southwest states from 1998 to 2001, from 2001 to 2004 , Japan from 2005 to 2007 while making excursions to the West Coast , delivering with this trifecta of martial arts based striking, pure , hold for hold, catch wrestling and a highflying style that is based on precision and technique as much as the other two styles.
Clips including an interview with Bruce Lee:
By my mid 20’s, 24-25 I was at the level to be a superstar style pro wrestler, even though I never desired or saw myself as that originally. I was wrestling for the top promotions but I went through a lot of minor injuries , just built up after 10 years of sacrificing my body, that was extremely frustrating, I was using marijuana but not for pleasure, it was medicinal purposes, yet I would get popped, pay the fines and it kept hush for a while until it got exposed by the dirt sheets. These federations could not have their family friendly superhero guy as a weed smoking hippie, which I am . They just never understood what I was, they marketed me incorrectly and that was my fault mostly because I did not know myself even to properly explain and you can’t show a nuanced person on TV at the level I was at even.
When it rains , it pours so on my 29th birthday, I got a motorcycle, it was really just a small scooter and I had a crash on it which has destroyed my right foot forever. I thought my time as a wrestler was over, I went to the Peruvian jungle, had a spiritual cleanse, got medicated legally by monks through plant-based psychedelics . The thing with those psychedelics is they make you realize your true goals in life, there was a possibility I could turn out to be a pacifist and never wrestle again, instead it increased my enthusiasm and love for pro wrestling by 10-fold.
The journey of seeking enlightenment has given me a new perspective, I never promoted anything with my wrestling or had ulterior motives of fame and fortune or trying to spread a message, that’s different. For the one thing daddy’s got make some money and this is the only way I know how and I am a damn good professional wrestler, secondly I can use this to share my philosophical beliefs. This is not religious, it is not dogmatic , I can bring you to the water but I can’t force you to drink.
I just encourage you to think for yourself, question EVERYTHING, open your third eye and prepare for lift off.
Returning to CCPE Arena the crowd roars as…
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, about to make her way to the ring with AUSTIN RAMSEY, she is TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY!
♫ Drip, drip, drip, drip-eesha
Drip, drip, drip, drip-eesha
Drip, drip, drip, drip-eesha
Drip, drip, drip, drip-eesha ♫
Todrick slowly walks on stage with two girls in tow. The arena lights up with pink, yellow, & magenta lights. He pauses at the center of the stage and as the bass drops, they drop low and swing their hips back and forth and turn to the side and continue to swing their hips.
♫ Call me Dripeesha
Look at that drip, drip, drip, drip
Vroom vrooming that whip, whip, whip, whip
Call me Dripeesha
Drip be the shit, shit, shit, shit
Her swag is so lit, lit, lit, lit
Look at that drip, drip, drip, drip
Vroom vrooming that whip, whip, whip, whip
They call me Drip to the E to the Sha
Diamonds like damn, booty like duh
Twerking on him, twerking on her ♫
Todrick and crew twerk to the beat and once they complete a 360-degree circle, they stand up and extend one arm up in the air and then the other before running their hands down their torsos and then giving the fans a jumping high kick. They began to walk down the ramp with their hips swaying to the beat. Once they hit the bottom of the ramp, they exaggerate a look to the left and then the right. Todrick walks up the ring and places both of his hands on the ring apron.
♫ Okay welcome to my ass class
Imma teach you how to bounce that ass fast
It's time to twerk for Dripeesha, please
Clock you head to the side, hands on your knees
Right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, left cheek
Now stick your tongue out
Right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, left cheek
Very good ♫
Todrick puts the left leg up on the ring and follows with the right and pulls himself up into the ring in split position and rolls to the center of the ring.
♫ Right, right, left, left, right, left, right
Right, right, left, left, right, left, right
Right, left, left, right, right, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left ♫
Todrick gets into twerk position and makes his ass cheeks dance in synch with the words of the song.
♫ Both cheeks now!
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Pause take a break
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Make it vibrate
Then you circle, circle, circle
Then you drop, drop, drop
Do a split, look back and make it pop bitch
I'm Dripeesha Right, right, left, left, right, left, right
Right, right, left, left, right, left, right
Right, left, left, right, right, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left ♫
Todrick walks to the corner with that the camera is focused on and climbs the turnbuckle and he does the splits across the ropes and holds his arms up and waves to the crowd. He gives them a grin that shows his pearly whites. Todrick hops down and bounces back and forth as he awaits his opponent.
The roar of boos from the crowd overtake CCPE Arena.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The opponent, representing THE SYNDICATE, being led to the ring by JOEY BOUNGIORNO, he is VITTORE COSTA!
The boos only increase as Joey leads out Vittore to the top of the ramp where Costa locks eyes on Todrick in the ring. The duo start to make the walk to the ring, they reach ringside where Ace points over at Austin while calling him a loser!
Match 3:
TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY w. Austin Ramsey vs VITTORE COSTA w. Joseph “Ace” Buongiorno
CENTURION: Here we go! It was just two weeks ago that Ace knocked off Austin Ramsey, so tonight Toddy is coming for retribution.
TYLER CAGE: Try more liked knocked-out; Ace knocked-out Austin with the aid of a slapjack to the back of the head.
Todrick and Costa come out from their corners with Costa talking smack. They go face to face with Costa pie-facing Todrick and shoving him backward several feet to boos from the crowd! The boos pivot to cheers with Ramsey coming back with a forearm smash! Followed by a second! There is a third that rocks Costa back into the ropes! Toddy rushes toward Vittore who throws up a reverse elbow to the jaw ricking Toddy back to the center of the ring. Costa bounces off the ropes only to be taken down with a drop toe hold from Toddy who floats over into a side headlock! The referee slides into position looking asking Costa to surrender, he refuses before working his way up to one knee with Toddy maintaining the side headlock.
Costa backs Ramsey up against the ropes and fires him across the ring, Ramsey bounces off the near side ducking under a lariat from Costa! Ramsey bounces off the near side where he baseball slides between the legs of Costa, quickly getting back to his feet catching Costa with a standing dropkick when he spins around! Costa is sent back into a neutral corner as Ramsey pops back up to his feet. Ramsey rushes into the corner driving a running lariat into Costa driving him back against the buckles to a pop from the crowd! Todrick brings Costa out from the corner where she drives a boot into the midsection! Ramsey bounces off the ropes delivering a bicycle kick across the back of the neck driving Costa into the mat!
Todrick rolls him over making the front press hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THR..
Costa escapes with a kick out!
CENTURION: Early control gained by the ever talented Tabor-Ramsey.
TYLER CAGE: I mean if it wasn’t I’d be asking a lot more question seeing as this is Vittore’s first singles match in the company.
Toddy is back to his feet where he picks up Costa. He drives him back into a neutral corner before stepping up on the middle ropes where Ramsey starts reigning down with right hands! The crowd counts a long with each shot and as Ramsey lands the fifth shot Costa snatches the legs of Ramsey and walks out from the corner with an Alabama Slam driving Ramsey into the mat! Costa makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Ramsey escapes with a kick out but this doesn’t stop Costa who gets to his feet where he picks Ramsey up and hurls him out to the floor at the feet of Ace. Costa distracts the referee allowing Ace to lay the boots the Ramsey as the crowd roars with boos! Austin starts to come around the ring only to be caught by the official who slides out cutting him off!
CENTURION: Austin has to keep his cool! Costa slides out to the floor and is putting the boots to Todrick with Ace!
The boos are off the charts as Ace backs away as the referee gets Austin back into Toddy’s corner. Vittore picks Todrick up off the floor and rams him lower back first into the ring apron before hurling Ramsey back into the ring. Costa climbs up on the apron and steps back into the ring. Costa sizes up Ramsey who is getting back to his feet. Vittore comes up behind Ramsey locking in a Full Nelson and driving him into the ring with a Full Nelson Slam!
Costa quickly makes another over. [/i]
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Todrick kicks out to a huge ovation from the crowd that quickly diverts back to boos as Costa chokes Ramsey with both hands across the throat! The official lays the count to Vittore who breaks the hold at the four count and is admonished by the referee as he stands up.
TYLER CAGE: Costa showing some signs of aggression with that choke. He’s got to be careful as to not get himself disqualified.
Costa reaches down snatching Ramsey up off the mat. He takes Toddy back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring, Ramsey bounces off the ropes where Costa sets himself for a back body drop only to have Ramsey put on the breaks and kick him in the chest with such force Costa stands up! Ramsey follows up with a Superkick to the jaw that sends Costa back into the ropes where he bounces off them walking into a Spinning Heel Kick! The crowd roars as Costa hits the mat with Ramsey making the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Costa kicks out of the near fall. Toddy gets back to his feet where he steps through the ropes and out to the ring apron! Ramsey starts to scale the turnbuckles as the crowd gets louder and louder!
CENTURION: Tabor-Ramsey is going high-risk!
Costa starts negotiating himself back up to his feet and as he does Ramsey sets sail delivering a perfect Molly-Go-Round!
TYLER CAGE: VROOM! VROOM!!
CCPE Arena roars as Ramsey has the cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Ace jumps up on the apron distracting the referee breaking the count! The crowd boos intently as the referee pops up to his feet where he enforces Ace to get back on the floor. Austin’s had enough as he comes around the ring yanking Ace off the apron and starts throwing right hands! The crowd roars as Austin takes Ace and looks to send him crashing into the steel steps, Ace reverses and sends Austin bouncing off the steps!
Back in the ring Costa is back up with his attention on the floor!
Toddy comes up behind with a School Boy!
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Costa escapes with a kick out. Ace pulls out a Slapjack and leaves it in a neutral corner before climbing back up on the apron getting the attention of Toddy and the referee! Costa crawls toward the neutral corner where he snatches the Slapjack and gets back to his feet. Costa comes up behind Toddy and raises the slapjack! Ramsey spins around just as Costa starts to swing! Ramsey evades and it’s Costa putting on the brakes before cracking Ace!
Costa spins around eating a boot to the midsection followed by being planted with the WIG SNATCH!
Austin yanks Ace off the apron and throws him into the barricade as Toddy makes the cover hooking the near leg.
1!!
2!!
3!!
WINNER VIA PINFALL @ 11:32:
TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY
Austin dives into the ring helping Toddy to his feet where he raises his arm in the air! Costa is seen rolling out to the floor where Ace joins him. The two teams engage in a staredown as Toddy motions for them to “bring it”
CENTURION: The Ramsey’s have evened the score with a huge win for Todrick Tabor-Ramsey, but something tells me we are far from done with these two teams.
TYLER CAGE: Things just didn’t shake out for Costa tonight, but I tend to agree that this isn’t over.
We fade to commercial as Costa and Ace talk smack at the Ramsey’s who hold the ring.
Returning to CCPE Arena we are met with.
“Not Today” by Sevendust booms over the arena sound system in unison with the flashing off green and white lights and “The Epitome” Mike Angelo's logo on the big screen. He makes his way out through the curtains to a mixture of boos and cheers of the WGWF fans, most still clearly unhappy from his promo at the last Brawl show. Though he is scheduled for a match, he's wearing his street clothes to include a pair of black boots, black jeans, and his own “HighRoad Hit Squad” t-shirt.[/span][/div]
CENTURION: “Quite the mixed response here for Mike Angelo, who certainly made no fans last week when he made his WGWF debut.”
TYLER CAGE: “Well what do you expect? He came out and ran them down, he deserves it! I thought he was wrestling this week? He doesn't look prepared to me.”
CENTURION: “He was indeed scheduled to face his former student and niece Addison Andrews in her debut match next.”
Angelo makes his way down to the ring, getting into arguments with fans along the way before waving them off and moving on to the next. He grabs a mic before walking up the stairs and through the ropes. He waits for his music to cut out while walking around the ring, still yelling at fans at ringside.
MIKE ANGELO: “Yeah, yeah, get it all out of your systems. I told you all last week what I think about your opinions of me now. I don't give a damn what any of you have to say, so sit your asses down and pay close attention. I'll talk slow so you can understand me.”
The mixed reaction get got when coming out was now fully tilted to the boo side.
MIKE ANGELO: “For those of you who may not know by now, I came back to wrestling full time last year after a 12 year absence. I thought I had moved on from this business for good. But no matter how far you try to run from fate, it catches back up to you. The problem was, you see, I kept trying to get away from who I was even though I had stepped back into a wrestling ring. So I kept running and I left again for another year. But I decided to stop running start doing the chasing. I wanted to embrace who I used to be...so I signed on to work here in the WGWF. So that I could once again face some of the best talent the wrestling world has to offer. Talent like Lexi Gold and...well she's the only one I know, but you get my point. But it's been two weeks and I'm already starting to wonder if that was the right call.”
The fans boo and start a “THEN GO AWAY!” chant.
MIKE ANGELO: “No, it's too late for that! You see, the problem is, I thought I was coming back to a company that would show me the proper respect that someone with my resume deserves. I'm a former Grand Slam champion at one of the biggest and best companies in the world. And the last time I came back to wrestling, I was given real, legit talent to work with from the start. I went on to win every match...that's right, EVERY MATCH that I had and won a championship all within just a couple of months. I was able to prove myself in the ring by facing some of the best talent that the world had to offer once more, just like I did all that time ago in my first promotion. They were legit wrestlers up and down, even though I was better than all of them, and still am. But what do I get on my first go here in the WGWF?”
He paces back and forth in the ring, almost as if he's talking to himself rather than addressing the crowd.
MIKE ANGELO: “You want to pair me up with my niece of all people? My prized student at the Young Breed Academy? Really? The girl hasn't even had a match in front of a camera yet and you stick her in the ring with me? For what? What good does that do either of us? This has to be some kind of joke. In fact, that's what it is. A joke that I'm not laughing at. And there's only one person I know who would come up with a bad joke like this one. Riley Andrews, I know you're back there right now with Addison. I know you're thinking you're going to come out here and once again do what you do best...steal the spotlight from me. You've been doing it for twenty years now. And now it looks like you're going to start doing it to her too. See, I knew you'd use Addison getting a contract as a way to crawl your ass back into wrestling once again. And I bet you purposely went out of your way to wait until Addison signed the same week I did to decide you were coming with her, didn't you? It probably just sweetened the deal that our old pal Fred Debonair is here too, right? You know Addison isn't ready to face someone like me. Yet, you're going to hide behind the manager label and throw her to the wolves like that? Sounds like that famous Andrews Ego to me. Runs in the family, in fact.”
He seems to snap back into the reality of the situation, and stops pacing. He looks directly into the camera before continuing.
MIKE ANGELO: “Listen to me Riley, and listen good...I'm not giving you that chance. Not tonight. I'm not going to beat the hell out of my own flesh and blood and embarrass her in the ring just so that you can prove some point. No, not tonight, not ever. Her future is too bright for that, but she ain't there yet. The WGWF is going to have to wait until I'm given a real challenger before I lace up my boots. And until that happens, you can all stick it. You want to talk about reality? I am reality!”
“Not Today” hits once more and the fans continue to boo, even louder now. As Angelo makes his way up the ramp, Addison and Riley Andrews come from out of the curtain to confront him, but he just pushes past both of them into the back. The two of them throw their hands up in the air and look annoyed and confused about what just went down before also heading back through the curtain.
Match 4:
“THE EPITOME” MIKE ANGELO vs ADDISON ANDREWS
NO CONTEST
The fans boo what’s just transpired but suddenly we hear music playing from the sound system as fans are suddenly hearing Marylin Manson’s Golden Age’s of Grotesque starts playing for a few seconds before dying off.
CENTURION: This also happened on Dark the other day, I’m really curious who is behind this.
The sound has died off before we suddenly hear another few seconds from a different song, this time it is Within Temptation’s The Cross…. Before it starts to die off.
Unknown: I spread the light upon WGWF’s dark, now I intend to do the same for Brawl… Soon I will arrive and make my presence felt…. I am HIM…, that’s all you need to know for now….
The voice dies off as the crowd is left wondering what is going on.
The crowd erupts inside CCPE Arena upon “Trenches” by Pop Evil hitting the speakers! Emerging out through the curtain at the forefront is John Cable, he’s followed by THE Tristan Slater who has his right wrist in a cast, Mac Bane is next, and finally “The Bastard” Holden Ross!
CENTURION: Here we go!
TYLER CAGE: I’ve been waiting to hear from these four for the last two weeks!
The foursome makes the walk to the ring with some hands tagged along the way. They reach the ringside area where Cable slides into the ring, Holden climbs up on the apron and steps over the top rope, and Mac and Slater take the stairs to separate sides of the apron. They step through the ropes. John Cable calls for the microphone. The music fades away as John takes center stage.
JOHN CABLE: BREEDERS!
The crowd caters to the cheap pop as John continues on.
JOHN CABLE: For weeks now, we have had to endure the bullshit of four men with no honor, and no concept of what being a warrior is really all about. Yes… Fred won the four way dance… by being an opportunist at best… and after everything that happened that night, we came back out two weeks later and tried to talk about it again, and sure enough… The four honorless curres came dragging their asses out here from the locker room and once more… and the numbers became an issue. My biggest problem here, and I need them to understand this, so I’ll use really small words here… All the fighting outside of a match is funny and all, but you can’t win anything if all you do is jump others after the fact. None of you can stand in the ring with any one of us one on one... on any given night… and get a win. It’s a fact. Nonetheless,. after weeks upon weeks of succumbing to the numbers game that Fred, Mark, Peter, and Mont have tried to pull, two weeks ago WE even that number in a BIG way.
John pivots his attention toward Mac Bane.
JOHN CABLE: Mac Bane here told me and Slater he had someone in mind, someone who would show up and hold his own and even the odds… and boy did he deliver!
Mac takes the microphone from John as he pivots his attention back to the hard camera.
MAC BANE: What we’ve got here is failure to communicate. Regardless of what Vaughn, Flynn, Fred, and Mont have to say; this has EVERYTHING to do with the CODE you all have broken. We all knew when we signed on with CCPE that not everyone would get along, we all knew that there would be times when we stand across the ring from each other to wage war if that is what the business calls for. Fred and Mont broke the cardinal rule of when that final bell rings so does the business.
Mac takes a moment before he continues.
MAC BANE: You can spin it however you want to spin it but the truth is I had no intentions of taking anyone’s side until you both jumped on me after the bell in this very ring. The beautiful thing about CCPE is just how deep the talent roster Chris has signed on really runs. There are several in our ranks that wanted this spot but only one man truly gives no fucks about winning or losing, he doesn’t care about anything BUT… Violence.
Holden Ross is handed the microphone.
HOLDEN ROSS: Fred, Pete, Mark, Joe… if it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight you’ve got!
The crowd roars as Holden passes the microphone to THE Tristan Slater.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: I wish I could stand here and tell all of you that we aren’t fighting an uphill battle because the truth is, we are.
The crowd quiets down as THE Tristan Slater raises up his right wrist displaying the cast.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: In war there are casualties. Two weeks ago those spineless chodes jumped me and saw fit to break my wrist. Congratulations on establishing balls aren’t something your side of this equation has to offer, a break that I only made worse by coming to the ring and handling business.
There’s a pause from Slater but before he can say anything else the crowd boos wildly when we see Peter Vaughn, Mark Flynn, Joe Montuori, and Fred Debonair emerging to the top of the ramp lightly clapping out of sheer sarcasm. Fred retrieves a microphone from his back pocket and begins to address the ring.
FRED DEBONAIR: Sorry guys, we don’t mean to break up the pity party but frankly the four of you were putting us to sleep… I mean honestly it was over a month ago, won’t you just let it go? Mac Daddy, continually talking about business this and business that… I’ve stated it before and I even addressed it on DARK, “in the ring business” isn’t the only business that exists in our industry, hoss! I took care of that, when I took you, John and again sorry J, but my boy J Mont here, out... I then took care of other business which is where you decided to butt your nose in and make things personal! Want me to apologize? I’m sorry… I’m sorry that you boys are so soft that a little beatdown is making you cry this long afterwards!
The boos only get louder as Fred pauses and cocks his head toward the crowd listening to the boos for a moment before turning his attention back to the ring.
FRED DEBONAIR:And for the record all four of you could line up face to face and I’d knock you all down one by one like dominoes! Now, as easy as it would be to dress down this entire series of excuses any more, I’ll save us all the time and energy and sum this up by saying… Pfft.
The crowd is all over Fred who hands the microphone over to Peter Vaughn.
PETER VAUGHN: Mac, this isn’t how I wanted things to go… but I want you to know it's not too late to make all of this right, and Holden? You are being led down the wrong path.
Peter shifts his eyes toward John Cable, and without saying a word moves on to Tristan Slater.
PETER VAUGHN: Tristan, too bad about the wrist. Hope it heals correctly, so that you can sip your tea properly in retirement.
Peter winks at Tristan as the crowd boos louder as Flynn now has the microphone.
MARK FLYNN: I’d say ‘damn shame’ about your wrist, Slater… But, it’s not. It’s not even what you DESERVE as a cheat. What you DESERVE is me coming down this ramp and STOMPING YOUR LARYNX ‘TIL YOUR NECK BREAKS!
Mark looks over at Mont and then back over at Fred and Vaughn. He smirks.
MARK FLYNN: In fact… Why wait?
Mark drops the microphone as the foursome begins to head toward the ring. Just as they reach ringside the lights inside CCPE Arena go dark….
The lights come back up where we find….
CENTURION: THAT’S RAION KIDO! BURN COSMOS!!
The crowd erupts as RAION KIDO stands in the ring with John Cable, Mac Bane, Holden Ross, and THE Tristan Slater to a “HOLY SHIT!” chant from the sold-out crowd. Pete calls off Flynn, Debonair, and Mont as they reach the bottom of the ramp. John dares them to get in the ring to which Mont starts to climb up on the apron only to think better and join Flynn, Vaughn, and Fred on the floor, and the former XWF Universal Champion looks at them as a lord would look at revolting peasants. The staredown continues as we fade to a commercial break.
Returning to Monday Night Brawl we fade to the announcers table with shots of Centurion and Tyler Cage.
CENTURION: We are still recovering for the shocking WGWF debut of Raion Kiddo just moments ago to join the ranks with Mac Bane, Holden Ross, THE Tristan Slater and John Cable!
TYLER CAGE: I’m not completely in the know on Mr. Kiddo but hearing you gush over his arrival I’ll take it to mean business has just picked up.
Fading to the ring where the BIG TICKET stands with microphone in hand.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for you Monday Night Brawl MAIN EVENT of the evening!
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, being led to the ring by MARK FLYNN, he is “THE MECHANIC” PETER VAUGHN!!
The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, darkly smirking down at the fans.
"This Time... It's Different."
After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the stage, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, two figures appear through the smoke and haze. Peter Vaughn walks forward first, followed by Mark Flynn stays behind him, smiling at the reaction Vaughn is getting. They stop at the top of the ramp, surveying the hatred from the crowd. From Vaughn's reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile, with Flynn right behind him. The two make their way into the ring, heading into a corner to discuss some last-minute strategy.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing his opponent.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: About to make his way to the ring, he’s being led by the NEWEST WGWF SIGNING, FINN KHUN, ladies and gentlemen he is BUSTER GLOVES!
The lights go out. The sounds of music and a snorting bull fill the arena as smoke rises from the stage. The lights return to the arena and Buster Gloves rises from the floor of the stage as the words "BUSTER GLOVES" play on the tron. "Burn", as played by Stabbing Westward, plays as blue and white lasers bounce around the arena
A black and blue training mask attached to his face, Buster scans the audience. You can’t see many of his facial features, but it’s undoubtedly him, the Bull of the North. He checks his chin, by giving it two short punches with a black padded glove on his left hand. The letters W.I.F.E. (Wrestling is Forever) printed on the backside of it.
Finn Khun emerges out behind Buster with his eyes locked on Mark Flynn.
Buster descends the ramp fist bumping fans, pointing to the cheap seats up top, and bouncing his head to the music. He crawls up the ring steps like a silverback gorilla, wipes his shoes on the apron and ducks in under the top rope into the ring. Then side hops a circle around the WGWF logo before coming back to center. He removes his training mask and checks his chin one more time as he poses for the hard cam. Fin claps for Buster while taking his spot in the corner.
Main Event:
BUSTER GLOVES w. Finn Khun vs PETER VAUGHN w. Mark Flynn
The crowd are on their feet at the opening bell, the rafters of the CCPE Arena shaking and the floor trembling beneath stomping feet. Peter Vaughn stares across the ring at The Bull of the North, and Buster Gloves returns the gaze. Finn Kuhn and Mark Flynn patrol the floor on the outside, slapping the apron loudly and waving their arms to pump up the crowd even further. Buster Gloves is the first to move, stepping out of the corner and taking the middle of the ring where he awaits Peter Vaughn patiently and extends his hand for a tie up. Peter Vaughn takes a few slow paces out of his corner, and stops. He takes a few more paces, and extends his own hand to crack Buster Gloves clean across the jaw. Busters knees buckle and Peter Vaughn quickly snatches him up in a side headlock and squeezes until eventually Buster is able to sneak out the back and shoot Vaughn forward into the ropes. Peter backpedals back into the middle of the ring where Buster is waiting to slap on a standing sleeperhold which he’s able to secure for a few seconds before Vaughn throws an elbow backwards into Gloves’ ribs and frees himself.
Vaughn steps back, putting some distance between Buster and himself as the two slowly circle each other to more raucous cheers.
CENTURION: Evenly matched so far, this is everything we hoped it would be and more.
TYLER CAGE: We’re, like, a minute in my dude.
CENTURION: I stand by my statement. This is everything.
Buster Gloves dives at the waist of Peter Vaughn and wraps him up, driving him back into the corner and clinching up with him. Buster throws several powerful knees into the thighs of Vaughn, weakening his base, then quickly tries to grab Vaughns neck and pull guard into a guillotine submission. Vaughn is able to stay on his feet and shake free of Busters grasp, quickly climbing up to the middle rope as Buster lays on the mat beneath him. Vaughn jumps into the air for a flying leg drop, but Buster Gloves rolls underneath the bottom rope to the floor and Peter crashes hard on the mat.
But Buster Gloves ends up face to face with Mark Flynn on the outside!
The crowd explodes, but the referee is quick to intervene and is at the ropes immediately telling Flynn not to get involved. Mark Flynn holds his hands up innocently, backing away from Buster Gloves with a smirk on his face just as Finn Kuhn comes around the corner to provide backup. Buster nods to Finn, then slides back into the ring where Peter Vaughn is waiting for him and begins to stomp away furiously. Peter drags Buster to the middle of the mat and makes a quick cover.
ONE!
Kickout by Buster!
CENTURION: Gloves has a grip on Vaughns arm, he’s trying to throw his legs up for an armbar!
Peter shakes and tries to pull back, but Buster's grip is firm.
TYLER CAGE: Buster Gloves stops looking for the submission and uses the arm to sweep Vaughn over onto his back!
In a flash, Buster Gloves mounts Peter Vaughn and looks for an arm triangle. He’s not able to secure the submission, but he uses his size advantage to wear on Vaughn as Peter struggles underneath him to get free. Buster flattens Peter out and presses his shoulders down as the referee slides into position.
ONE!
T-
Vaughn gets a shoulder up and somehow manages to squirm out from underneath Buster, and together the two men roll back to their feet. Peter Vaughn charges forward but Buster nearly collapses his ribcage with a teap kick to the chest that sends Vaughn flying backwards across the mat! The crowd explodes at the sight and Buster quickly charges across the ring after Vaughn, looking to capitalise! Somehow Peter regains his balance just in time to leap into the air and drive a knee into the jaw of the charging Buster!
CENTURION: What a counter!
TYLER CAGE: I have no idea how Peter recovered from that kick and landed that knee!
Vaughn shoves Buster over to the ropes, then dropkicks him over the top and crashing to the floor!
CENTURION: Get out of my ring!
Buster lands hard on the floor, and Mark Flynn takes a few steps towards him like a shark that smells blood in the water. This time Finn Kuhn is at Busters side quickly, ensuring Flynn has no chance to get in a free attack… but as he helps Buster up to his feet and holds him steady, Peter Vaughn charges off the far ropes and back across the ring before hurling himself into the air with a suicide dive! He smashes into Finn and Buster, slamming them both back violently into the fan barricade. Mark Flynn pumps his fist excitedly as the crowd explodes loudly, getting their money's worth in this clash of two of the WGWF’s best. Flynn helps Peter to his feet, but Peter quickly drops down to a knee and clutches at his lower back. Wincing, he stands up once more and motions to the ring apron. Mark walks him over slowly, and Peter leans against it as he takes a minute to catch his breath and shake out some cobwebs.
Peter Vaughn rolls back into the ring as Buster begins to crawl towards the ring. Mark Flynn grabs Buster by the waistband and hoists him up, rolling him underneath the bottom rope. After successfully feeding Buster to Vaughn, Flynn looks at Finn Kuhn who’s still on the floor and scoffs.
CENTURION: Mark Flynn is such an ace up the sleeve. He just knows how to work the system.
TYLER CAGE: You mean completely upend the system.
CENTURION: Same thing.
Peter Vaughn drops to his knees next to Buster, grinding his face down into the canvas. Insult to injury! Buster quickly shakes free and climbs back to his feet, muttering something to Vaughn to just shrugs back at him. Buster lunges forward with a clothesline but Vaughn ducks underneath and charges off the ropes but Buster spins around with a European uppercut as Vaughn bounces back at him. Peter stumbles backwards and Buster lunges with a diving elbow, this time connecting clean and flattening Peter to the mat. Buster quickly pops on top of Vaughn for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Mark Flynn reaches underneath the bottom rope and grabs Busters foot, dragging him out of the ring to save the count. Buster is furious and spins on Flynn, snapping a quick jab to his chin. Flynn seems stunned, but then smiles. It’s on! The referee rushes to the ropes and tries to restore order as Mark Flynn begins wailing away on Buster Gloves who covers up and backs up against the fan barricade. Finn Kuhn comes sprinting around the ring and leaps through the air with a scissor kick that knocks Flynn away from Gloves. Buster and Finn both pounce on Mark Flynn, hammering him with punches and lighting him up with chops. Flynn tries to shove them both back, but the assault is too much. Vaughn sees Flynn being swarmed and rolls out of the ring to help, but Buster sees him coming and steps away from Flynn, tying up with Vaughn and trying to throw him back to the ring. Vaughn pivots and instead whips Buster Gloves hard into the steel ring post, then DDT’s him to the floor with a sickening thud as the crowd gasps loudly.
CENTURION: This is devolving into chaos, and quickly.
TYLER CAGE: Is it still everything that you hoped it would be?
CENTURION: Yes. It is.
The referee continues to shout to all four stars, and finally they begin to take heed. Everyone saw Bam Miller get disqualified earlier in the night. The stakes in this match were too high to push the envelope too far with WGWF officials. Peter lifts Buster and rolls him back into the ring, and Finn Kuhn backs away from Mark Flynn who spits a mouthful of blood on the floor and smiles. Finn tells him he’ll be spitting a mouthful of teeth out next time.
Vaughn follows Buster into the ring, but Buster keeps rolling to the middle of the mat and out of his reach. He clumps to his feet, holding both fists in front of him and staring Peter Vaughn down.
CENTURION: Buster isn’t going anywhere! He’s still game! He’s still ready!
Peter Vaughn looks noticeably tense, as Buster Gloves is just as tough as he expected him to be. He doesn’t have long to think about things however as Buster charges him and once again pulls him into a muay thai clinch and begins to throw powerful knees. The Richmond Knee Party lights up Vaughns lower body, but Vaughn catches one of the knees and sweeps Busters foot out from underneath him! Vaughn turns and quickly pops up to the middle rope. Buster is already climbing back to his feet before Vaughn can get any higher, so he leaps off with a double axe handle to Busters back. Buster drops to his knees, and Vaughn pounces on his back and pushes him flat to the mat before locking in a cross face!
TYLER CAGE: If he submits Buster Gloves, I’ll be shocked!
The referee checks with Buster, but he’s already free of the hold. He forces himself up to his feet, essentially wearing the smaller Vaughn as a backpack around his neck. Buster hurls himself backwards and lands on Vaughn, flattening him to the mat. You can hear the air being forced from Vaughns lungs, and Buster quickly rolls over to make the cover hoping that a winded Vaughn wont be able to kick out.
ONE!
Vaughn backbridges to break the count, and manages to roll himself over and into a pinning position on Buster. The referee checks Busters shoulder.
ONE!
TWO!
CENTURION: Kickout!
TYLER CAGE: Vaughn almost caught Buster off guard, there, but Gloves kicks out and both men are back up to their feet.
Vaughn shoves Buster back into the corner where Mark Flynn reaches underneath the bottom rope to trip him up. Buster spins around, but Flynn holds his hands up innocently and acts as if he didn’t do anything. The referee makes their way to the corner, leaning over the top rope to tell Mark Flynn that he needs to stay on the outside and won't get another warning.
CENTURION: Oh no! The ref’s back is turned to Vaughn!
Sensing opportunity, Vaughn moves towards Buster… but Buster drops to his knees and hits Peter Vaughn with a low blow!
BUSTER JUST HIT VAUGHN WITH A LOW BLOW!
Buster Gloves rolls Peter Vaughn up quickly, Vaughn squirming but unable to free himself. Seeing this, Mark Flynn begins screaming back at the referee, hopping up to the apron to get right in the referee’s face.
TYLER CAGE: Make the count! Vaughn is pinned!
Mark Flynn continues to argue with the referee, and finally the ref has had enough and ejects him from ringside! Mark Flynn feigns outraged, and continues to distract the official until Peter is free, but Finn Kuhn is up and in the ring quickly and grabs the referee to turn him around! The referee finally sees it and slides into position!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Vaughn finally kicks out!
The crowd explodes as Vaughn and Buster are both back up on their feet. Buster reaches for Vaughn, but Peter ducks behind Finn Kuhn and out of Gloves’ reach. He shoves Finn forward and into Buster and the referee, knocking everyone off balance as Peter rushes off the ropes and hits Buster Gloves with Revenged!
CENTURION: Gloves is down!
TYLER CAGE: Mark Flynn charges across the ring, spearing Finn Kuhn through the ropes to the floor!
The referee turns gets up to their hands and knees and turns around to see Buster prone on the mat with Peter Vaughn atop him. No questions asked, he makes the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER VIA PINFALL @ 21:11:
PETER VAUGHN
CENTURION: Peter Vaughn did it!
Vaughn stands up, the referee holding his hand in the air before Vaughn quickly pulls it away and heads out of the ring to get Mark Flynn. He helps Flynn to his feet on the floor outside, the duo bumping fists as they point to Finn Kuhn and smirk before making their way up the ramp.
TYLER CAGE: That was one hell of a match, an incredible main event!
CENTURION: Buster Gloves had some spectacular moments, and he had opportunities to win, but in the end it’s- HANG ON!
TYLER CAGE: The Punisher!
The Punisher storms down the ramp past Flynn and Vaughn, sliding into the ring as Buster Gloves was getting back up to his feet, and planting him with a massive spinebuster. The Punisher stands over the top of Buster, flexing and roaring over his body loudly. Finn Kuhn is on his feet on the outside and slides into the ring to help Buster, but The Punisher quickly escapes the ring and hops over the fan barricade, disappearing into the crowd and the concourse of the arena.
CENTURION: WHat the hell was that?!
TYLER CAGE: The Punisher saw a chance to fire a shot at Buster Gloves, and my god he took it.
CENTURION: I’m not sure how much more we can take, Tyler. What an incredible night this has shaped into! The shocking arrival of Raion Kiddo, the forming of our Fatal Four Way Main Event in two weeks for the Television Championship, to this insane Main Event we’ve just witnessed! For Tyler Cage, I am Centurion saying we will see you in…
There is a massive reaction from the sold-out CCPE Arena at The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas.
CENTURION: I stand corrected!
TYLER CAGE: Did you know he was here?
All attention hit the top of the ramp where we see Chris Page walking out with the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl, the incomparable James Raven. The two men soak up the respect from the crowd before they start to make the walk toward the ring.
CENTURION: This is news for me, and Tyler I’m not sure if you can see there is something being set up in the ring.
Chris and James reach the ringside area where Chris takes the steel steps up to the apron and steps through the ropes while James Raven climbs up on the apron and steps through the ropes. We take a full shot of the ring to reveal a white-skirted table with four different black skirts over four other items and two microphones. The music fades away leaving a solid ovation for the two legendary figures in our industry.
Chris reaches down grabs one of the microphones and starts to address the hard camera.
CHRIS PAGE: A little over three months ago I stood in the middle of this ring and told the world that the WGWF isn’t about Chris Page, but it’s about the athletes that occupy that locker room who just want an opportunity.
There is loud applause from the crowd as Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: I also told you that I wouldn’t be seen on Television unless a situation warranted…
Chris glances over at Raven before back at the camera with a smirk on his face as he continues.
CHRIS PAGE: I believe something of this magnitude warrants it.
James Raven then states.
JAMES RAVEN: It’s times like these that is exactly the payoff from the word and dedication we have all put in since we officially relaunched this company. For months our roster has been jockeying for positioning, they’ve come out here each and every Monday Night Brawl to give us everything they’ve got… So, now it’s our turn to give back.
James reaches down to the first black cover pulling it off and revealing…
The crowd pops for the display of the WGWF Television Championship.
JAMES RAVEN: For the better part of a month we’ve held qualifying matches in which four have moved forward. Those four talents will meet right here in two weeks on Monday Night Brawl where we will crown the first WGWF Television Champion by suspending that very strap twenty feet above the ring and the only way to bring it down is to climb a Ladder to do it!
The Las Vegas crowd erupts!
JAMES RAVEN: But wait, there is more!
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: There has also been a lot of happenings between one BUSTER GLOVES and THE PUNISHER over the last few months, and personally I think that we deserve to see them hook it up one more time; which is why next week they will do just that… Inside a STEEL CAGE!
TYLER CAGE: Holy hell! They’re loading up the final Brawl before the West Coast Rumble! Two HUGE matches!
CHRIS PAGE: But wait… there is more!
JAMES RAVEN: While talking about the final show before we head into the West Coast Rumble, it seems that JOE MONTOURI thinks he calls his shots. Allow me to call this one because not only will we see a Four-Way Ladder match to crown the new TV Champion, not only are we going to see BUSTER GLOVES and THE PUNISHER inside a Steel Cage, but we are going to kick off our go home to the West Coast Rumble in style with MAC BANE taking on JOE MONTOURI in a match that will only be decided if you are the LAST MAN STANDING!
The crowd explodes!
TYLER CAGE: OH MY!
James and Chris allow the crowd to continue to cheer the announcements before Chris looks over at James Raven as he states into the microphone.
CHRIS PAGE: Does that sum it up?
James responds as he yanks the cover off something else on the table while responding to Chris’s question.
JAMES RAVEN: Actually…
The crowd loses their mind once again as the WGWF World Tag Team Championship is on display.
JAMES RAVEN: We have a pretty big lineup on our final Brawl before the West Coast Rumble, but what about AT the West Coast Rumble? We know about the Rumble Match but what about this issue that’s brewing between The Syndicate and The Show Stealerz? For weeks we’ve seen the back and forth, and even earlier tonight we saw all hell break loose. So at the West Coast Rumble, The Show Stealerz will meet The Syndicate for the WGWF Tag Titles where we will throw the rule book out the window because this will be a NO DISQUALIFICATION Match!
Chris appears to be shocked by the announcement by James Raven as he listens to the crowd eat it all up like a fat kid on chocolate cake.
CHRIS PAGE: I am here for it!
JAMES RAVEN: BBBBBUT WAIT! THERE IS MORE!
On cue, Chris rips the final cover off the final item revealing.
The crowd roars once more as the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship is displayed.
CHRIS PAGE: To the victor go the spoils.
JAMES RAVEN: Monday Night.
CHRIS PAGE: January 2, 2023
JAMES RAVEN: WEST.
CHRIS PAGE: COAST.
JAMES RAVEN: RUMBLE.
Raven flips the microphone as the crowd explodes with a massive ovation as Monday Night Brawl fades to black.
©2022 CCPE Productions
Match Credits: Chris Page, James Raven, and Emily Simms.
Segment Credits: Ace Sky, Mystery Man, Mike Mason, Cholo, John Cable, THE Tristan Slater, Holden Ross, Raion Kiddo, Mac Bane, Peter Vaughn, Fred Debonair, Mark Flynn, Mike Angelo, and Chris Page
Match 4:
“THE EPITOME” MIKE ANGELO vs ADDISON ANDREWS
NO CONTEST
The fans boo what’s just transpired but suddenly we hear music playing from the sound system as fans are suddenly hearing Marylin Manson’s Golden Age’s of Grotesque starts playing for a few seconds before dying off.
CENTURION: This also happened on Dark the other day, I’m really curious who is behind this.
The sound has died off before we suddenly hear another few seconds from a different song, this time it is Within Temptation’s The Cross…. Before it starts to die off.
Unknown: I spread the light upon WGWF’s dark, now I intend to do the same for Brawl… Soon I will arrive and make my presence felt…. I am HIM…, that’s all you need to know for now….
The voice dies off as the crowd is left wondering what is going on.
The crowd erupts inside CCPE Arena upon “Trenches” by Pop Evil hitting the speakers! Emerging out through the curtain at the forefront is John Cable, he’s followed by THE Tristan Slater who has his right wrist in a cast, Mac Bane is next, and finally “The Bastard” Holden Ross!
CENTURION: Here we go!
TYLER CAGE: I’ve been waiting to hear from these four for the last two weeks!
The foursome makes the walk to the ring with some hands tagged along the way. They reach the ringside area where Cable slides into the ring, Holden climbs up on the apron and steps over the top rope, and Mac and Slater take the stairs to separate sides of the apron. They step through the ropes. John Cable calls for the microphone. The music fades away as John takes center stage.
JOHN CABLE: BREEDERS!
The crowd caters to the cheap pop as John continues on.
JOHN CABLE: For weeks now, we have had to endure the bullshit of four men with no honor, and no concept of what being a warrior is really all about. Yes… Fred won the four way dance… by being an opportunist at best… and after everything that happened that night, we came back out two weeks later and tried to talk about it again, and sure enough… The four honorless curres came dragging their asses out here from the locker room and once more… and the numbers became an issue. My biggest problem here, and I need them to understand this, so I’ll use really small words here… All the fighting outside of a match is funny and all, but you can’t win anything if all you do is jump others after the fact. None of you can stand in the ring with any one of us one on one... on any given night… and get a win. It’s a fact. Nonetheless,. after weeks upon weeks of succumbing to the numbers game that Fred, Mark, Peter, and Mont have tried to pull, two weeks ago WE even that number in a BIG way.
John pivots his attention toward Mac Bane.
JOHN CABLE: Mac Bane here told me and Slater he had someone in mind, someone who would show up and hold his own and even the odds… and boy did he deliver!
Mac takes the microphone from John as he pivots his attention back to the hard camera.
MAC BANE: What we’ve got here is failure to communicate. Regardless of what Vaughn, Flynn, Fred, and Mont have to say; this has EVERYTHING to do with the CODE you all have broken. We all knew when we signed on with CCPE that not everyone would get along, we all knew that there would be times when we stand across the ring from each other to wage war if that is what the business calls for. Fred and Mont broke the cardinal rule of when that final bell rings so does the business.
Mac takes a moment before he continues.
MAC BANE: You can spin it however you want to spin it but the truth is I had no intentions of taking anyone’s side until you both jumped on me after the bell in this very ring. The beautiful thing about CCPE is just how deep the talent roster Chris has signed on really runs. There are several in our ranks that wanted this spot but only one man truly gives no fucks about winning or losing, he doesn’t care about anything BUT… Violence.
Holden Ross is handed the microphone.
HOLDEN ROSS: Fred, Pete, Mark, Joe… if it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight you’ve got!
The crowd roars as Holden passes the microphone to THE Tristan Slater.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: I wish I could stand here and tell all of you that we aren’t fighting an uphill battle because the truth is, we are.
The crowd quiets down as THE Tristan Slater raises up his right wrist displaying the cast.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: In war there are casualties. Two weeks ago those spineless chodes jumped me and saw fit to break my wrist. Congratulations on establishing balls aren’t something your side of this equation has to offer, a break that I only made worse by coming to the ring and handling business.
There’s a pause from Slater but before he can say anything else the crowd boos wildly when we see Peter Vaughn, Mark Flynn, Joe Montuori, and Fred Debonair emerging to the top of the ramp lightly clapping out of sheer sarcasm. Fred retrieves a microphone from his back pocket and begins to address the ring.
FRED DEBONAIR: Sorry guys, we don’t mean to break up the pity party but frankly the four of you were putting us to sleep… I mean honestly it was over a month ago, won’t you just let it go? Mac Daddy, continually talking about business this and business that… I’ve stated it before and I even addressed it on DARK, “in the ring business” isn’t the only business that exists in our industry, hoss! I took care of that, when I took you, John and again sorry J, but my boy J Mont here, out... I then took care of other business which is where you decided to butt your nose in and make things personal! Want me to apologize? I’m sorry… I’m sorry that you boys are so soft that a little beatdown is making you cry this long afterwards!
The boos only get louder as Fred pauses and cocks his head toward the crowd listening to the boos for a moment before turning his attention back to the ring.
FRED DEBONAIR:And for the record all four of you could line up face to face and I’d knock you all down one by one like dominoes! Now, as easy as it would be to dress down this entire series of excuses any more, I’ll save us all the time and energy and sum this up by saying… Pfft.
The crowd is all over Fred who hands the microphone over to Peter Vaughn.
PETER VAUGHN: Mac, this isn’t how I wanted things to go… but I want you to know it's not too late to make all of this right, and Holden? You are being led down the wrong path.
Peter shifts his eyes toward John Cable, and without saying a word moves on to Tristan Slater.
PETER VAUGHN: Tristan, too bad about the wrist. Hope it heals correctly, so that you can sip your tea properly in retirement.
Peter winks at Tristan as the crowd boos louder as Flynn now has the microphone.
MARK FLYNN: I’d say ‘damn shame’ about your wrist, Slater… But, it’s not. It’s not even what you DESERVE as a cheat. What you DESERVE is me coming down this ramp and STOMPING YOUR LARYNX ‘TIL YOUR NECK BREAKS!
Mark looks over at Mont and then back over at Fred and Vaughn. He smirks.
MARK FLYNN: In fact… Why wait?
Mark drops the microphone as the foursome begins to head toward the ring. Just as they reach ringside the lights inside CCPE Arena go dark….
The lights come back up where we find….
CENTURION: THAT’S RAION KIDO! BURN COSMOS!!
The crowd erupts as RAION KIDO stands in the ring with John Cable, Mac Bane, Holden Ross, and THE Tristan Slater to a “HOLY SHIT!” chant from the sold-out crowd. Pete calls off Flynn, Debonair, and Mont as they reach the bottom of the ramp. John dares them to get in the ring to which Mont starts to climb up on the apron only to think better and join Flynn, Vaughn, and Fred on the floor, and the former XWF Universal Champion looks at them as a lord would look at revolting peasants. The staredown continues as we fade to a commercial break.
Returning to Monday Night Brawl we fade to the announcers table with shots of Centurion and Tyler Cage.
CENTURION: We are still recovering for the shocking WGWF debut of Raion Kiddo just moments ago to join the ranks with Mac Bane, Holden Ross, THE Tristan Slater and John Cable!
TYLER CAGE: I’m not completely in the know on Mr. Kiddo but hearing you gush over his arrival I’ll take it to mean business has just picked up.
Fading to the ring where the BIG TICKET stands with microphone in hand.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for you Monday Night Brawl MAIN EVENT of the evening!
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, being led to the ring by MARK FLYNN, he is “THE MECHANIC” PETER VAUGHN!!
The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, darkly smirking down at the fans.
"This Time... It's Different."
After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the stage, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, two figures appear through the smoke and haze. Peter Vaughn walks forward first, followed by Mark Flynn stays behind him, smiling at the reaction Vaughn is getting. They stop at the top of the ramp, surveying the hatred from the crowd. From Vaughn's reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile, with Flynn right behind him. The two make their way into the ring, heading into a corner to discuss some last-minute strategy.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing his opponent.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: About to make his way to the ring, he’s being led by the NEWEST WGWF SIGNING, FINN KHUN, ladies and gentlemen he is BUSTER GLOVES!
The lights go out. The sounds of music and a snorting bull fill the arena as smoke rises from the stage. The lights return to the arena and Buster Gloves rises from the floor of the stage as the words "BUSTER GLOVES" play on the tron. "Burn", as played by Stabbing Westward, plays as blue and white lasers bounce around the arena
A black and blue training mask attached to his face, Buster scans the audience. You can’t see many of his facial features, but it’s undoubtedly him, the Bull of the North. He checks his chin, by giving it two short punches with a black padded glove on his left hand. The letters W.I.F.E. (Wrestling is Forever) printed on the backside of it.
Finn Khun emerges out behind Buster with his eyes locked on Mark Flynn.
Buster descends the ramp fist bumping fans, pointing to the cheap seats up top, and bouncing his head to the music. He crawls up the ring steps like a silverback gorilla, wipes his shoes on the apron and ducks in under the top rope into the ring. Then side hops a circle around the WGWF logo before coming back to center. He removes his training mask and checks his chin one more time as he poses for the hard cam. Fin claps for Buster while taking his spot in the corner.
Main Event:
BUSTER GLOVES w. Finn Khun vs PETER VAUGHN w. Mark Flynn
The crowd are on their feet at the opening bell, the rafters of the CCPE Arena shaking and the floor trembling beneath stomping feet. Peter Vaughn stares across the ring at The Bull of the North, and Buster Gloves returns the gaze. Finn Kuhn and Mark Flynn patrol the floor on the outside, slapping the apron loudly and waving their arms to pump up the crowd even further. Buster Gloves is the first to move, stepping out of the corner and taking the middle of the ring where he awaits Peter Vaughn patiently and extends his hand for a tie up. Peter Vaughn takes a few slow paces out of his corner, and stops. He takes a few more paces, and extends his own hand to crack Buster Gloves clean across the jaw. Busters knees buckle and Peter Vaughn quickly snatches him up in a side headlock and squeezes until eventually Buster is able to sneak out the back and shoot Vaughn forward into the ropes. Peter backpedals back into the middle of the ring where Buster is waiting to slap on a standing sleeperhold which he’s able to secure for a few seconds before Vaughn throws an elbow backwards into Gloves’ ribs and frees himself.
Vaughn steps back, putting some distance between Buster and himself as the two slowly circle each other to more raucous cheers.
CENTURION: Evenly matched so far, this is everything we hoped it would be and more.
TYLER CAGE: We’re, like, a minute in my dude.
CENTURION: I stand by my statement. This is everything.
Buster Gloves dives at the waist of Peter Vaughn and wraps him up, driving him back into the corner and clinching up with him. Buster throws several powerful knees into the thighs of Vaughn, weakening his base, then quickly tries to grab Vaughns neck and pull guard into a guillotine submission. Vaughn is able to stay on his feet and shake free of Busters grasp, quickly climbing up to the middle rope as Buster lays on the mat beneath him. Vaughn jumps into the air for a flying leg drop, but Buster Gloves rolls underneath the bottom rope to the floor and Peter crashes hard on the mat.
But Buster Gloves ends up face to face with Mark Flynn on the outside!
The crowd explodes, but the referee is quick to intervene and is at the ropes immediately telling Flynn not to get involved. Mark Flynn holds his hands up innocently, backing away from Buster Gloves with a smirk on his face just as Finn Kuhn comes around the corner to provide backup. Buster nods to Finn, then slides back into the ring where Peter Vaughn is waiting for him and begins to stomp away furiously. Peter drags Buster to the middle of the mat and makes a quick cover.
ONE!
Kickout by Buster!
CENTURION: Gloves has a grip on Vaughns arm, he’s trying to throw his legs up for an armbar!
Peter shakes and tries to pull back, but Buster's grip is firm.
TYLER CAGE: Buster Gloves stops looking for the submission and uses the arm to sweep Vaughn over onto his back!
In a flash, Buster Gloves mounts Peter Vaughn and looks for an arm triangle. He’s not able to secure the submission, but he uses his size advantage to wear on Vaughn as Peter struggles underneath him to get free. Buster flattens Peter out and presses his shoulders down as the referee slides into position.
ONE!
T-
Vaughn gets a shoulder up and somehow manages to squirm out from underneath Buster, and together the two men roll back to their feet. Peter Vaughn charges forward but Buster nearly collapses his ribcage with a teap kick to the chest that sends Vaughn flying backwards across the mat! The crowd explodes at the sight and Buster quickly charges across the ring after Vaughn, looking to capitalise! Somehow Peter regains his balance just in time to leap into the air and drive a knee into the jaw of the charging Buster!
CENTURION: What a counter!
TYLER CAGE: I have no idea how Peter recovered from that kick and landed that knee!
Vaughn shoves Buster over to the ropes, then dropkicks him over the top and crashing to the floor!
CENTURION: Get out of my ring!
Buster lands hard on the floor, and Mark Flynn takes a few steps towards him like a shark that smells blood in the water. This time Finn Kuhn is at Busters side quickly, ensuring Flynn has no chance to get in a free attack… but as he helps Buster up to his feet and holds him steady, Peter Vaughn charges off the far ropes and back across the ring before hurling himself into the air with a suicide dive! He smashes into Finn and Buster, slamming them both back violently into the fan barricade. Mark Flynn pumps his fist excitedly as the crowd explodes loudly, getting their money's worth in this clash of two of the WGWF’s best. Flynn helps Peter to his feet, but Peter quickly drops down to a knee and clutches at his lower back. Wincing, he stands up once more and motions to the ring apron. Mark walks him over slowly, and Peter leans against it as he takes a minute to catch his breath and shake out some cobwebs.
Peter Vaughn rolls back into the ring as Buster begins to crawl towards the ring. Mark Flynn grabs Buster by the waistband and hoists him up, rolling him underneath the bottom rope. After successfully feeding Buster to Vaughn, Flynn looks at Finn Kuhn who’s still on the floor and scoffs.
CENTURION: Mark Flynn is such an ace up the sleeve. He just knows how to work the system.
TYLER CAGE: You mean completely upend the system.
CENTURION: Same thing.
Peter Vaughn drops to his knees next to Buster, grinding his face down into the canvas. Insult to injury! Buster quickly shakes free and climbs back to his feet, muttering something to Vaughn to just shrugs back at him. Buster lunges forward with a clothesline but Vaughn ducks underneath and charges off the ropes but Buster spins around with a European uppercut as Vaughn bounces back at him. Peter stumbles backwards and Buster lunges with a diving elbow, this time connecting clean and flattening Peter to the mat. Buster quickly pops on top of Vaughn for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Mark Flynn reaches underneath the bottom rope and grabs Busters foot, dragging him out of the ring to save the count. Buster is furious and spins on Flynn, snapping a quick jab to his chin. Flynn seems stunned, but then smiles. It’s on! The referee rushes to the ropes and tries to restore order as Mark Flynn begins wailing away on Buster Gloves who covers up and backs up against the fan barricade. Finn Kuhn comes sprinting around the ring and leaps through the air with a scissor kick that knocks Flynn away from Gloves. Buster and Finn both pounce on Mark Flynn, hammering him with punches and lighting him up with chops. Flynn tries to shove them both back, but the assault is too much. Vaughn sees Flynn being swarmed and rolls out of the ring to help, but Buster sees him coming and steps away from Flynn, tying up with Vaughn and trying to throw him back to the ring. Vaughn pivots and instead whips Buster Gloves hard into the steel ring post, then DDT’s him to the floor with a sickening thud as the crowd gasps loudly.
CENTURION: This is devolving into chaos, and quickly.
TYLER CAGE: Is it still everything that you hoped it would be?
CENTURION: Yes. It is.
The referee continues to shout to all four stars, and finally they begin to take heed. Everyone saw Bam Miller get disqualified earlier in the night. The stakes in this match were too high to push the envelope too far with WGWF officials. Peter lifts Buster and rolls him back into the ring, and Finn Kuhn backs away from Mark Flynn who spits a mouthful of blood on the floor and smiles. Finn tells him he’ll be spitting a mouthful of teeth out next time.
Vaughn follows Buster into the ring, but Buster keeps rolling to the middle of the mat and out of his reach. He clumps to his feet, holding both fists in front of him and staring Peter Vaughn down.
CENTURION: Buster isn’t going anywhere! He’s still game! He’s still ready!
Peter Vaughn looks noticeably tense, as Buster Gloves is just as tough as he expected him to be. He doesn’t have long to think about things however as Buster charges him and once again pulls him into a muay thai clinch and begins to throw powerful knees. The Richmond Knee Party lights up Vaughns lower body, but Vaughn catches one of the knees and sweeps Busters foot out from underneath him! Vaughn turns and quickly pops up to the middle rope. Buster is already climbing back to his feet before Vaughn can get any higher, so he leaps off with a double axe handle to Busters back. Buster drops to his knees, and Vaughn pounces on his back and pushes him flat to the mat before locking in a cross face!
TYLER CAGE: If he submits Buster Gloves, I’ll be shocked!
The referee checks with Buster, but he’s already free of the hold. He forces himself up to his feet, essentially wearing the smaller Vaughn as a backpack around his neck. Buster hurls himself backwards and lands on Vaughn, flattening him to the mat. You can hear the air being forced from Vaughns lungs, and Buster quickly rolls over to make the cover hoping that a winded Vaughn wont be able to kick out.
ONE!
Vaughn backbridges to break the count, and manages to roll himself over and into a pinning position on Buster. The referee checks Busters shoulder.
ONE!
TWO!
CENTURION: Kickout!
TYLER CAGE: Vaughn almost caught Buster off guard, there, but Gloves kicks out and both men are back up to their feet.
Vaughn shoves Buster back into the corner where Mark Flynn reaches underneath the bottom rope to trip him up. Buster spins around, but Flynn holds his hands up innocently and acts as if he didn’t do anything. The referee makes their way to the corner, leaning over the top rope to tell Mark Flynn that he needs to stay on the outside and won't get another warning.
CENTURION: Oh no! The ref’s back is turned to Vaughn!
Sensing opportunity, Vaughn moves towards Buster… but Buster drops to his knees and hits Peter Vaughn with a low blow!
BUSTER JUST HIT VAUGHN WITH A LOW BLOW!
Buster Gloves rolls Peter Vaughn up quickly, Vaughn squirming but unable to free himself. Seeing this, Mark Flynn begins screaming back at the referee, hopping up to the apron to get right in the referee’s face.
TYLER CAGE: Make the count! Vaughn is pinned!
Mark Flynn continues to argue with the referee, and finally the ref has had enough and ejects him from ringside! Mark Flynn feigns outraged, and continues to distract the official until Peter is free, but Finn Kuhn is up and in the ring quickly and grabs the referee to turn him around! The referee finally sees it and slides into position!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Vaughn finally kicks out!
The crowd explodes as Vaughn and Buster are both back up on their feet. Buster reaches for Vaughn, but Peter ducks behind Finn Kuhn and out of Gloves’ reach. He shoves Finn forward and into Buster and the referee, knocking everyone off balance as Peter rushes off the ropes and hits Buster Gloves with Revenged!
CENTURION: Gloves is down!
TYLER CAGE: Mark Flynn charges across the ring, spearing Finn Kuhn through the ropes to the floor!
The referee turns gets up to their hands and knees and turns around to see Buster prone on the mat with Peter Vaughn atop him. No questions asked, he makes the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER VIA PINFALL @ 21:11:
PETER VAUGHN
CENTURION: Peter Vaughn did it!
Vaughn stands up, the referee holding his hand in the air before Vaughn quickly pulls it away and heads out of the ring to get Mark Flynn. He helps Flynn to his feet on the floor outside, the duo bumping fists as they point to Finn Kuhn and smirk before making their way up the ramp.
TYLER CAGE: That was one hell of a match, an incredible main event!
CENTURION: Buster Gloves had some spectacular moments, and he had opportunities to win, but in the end it’s- HANG ON!
TYLER CAGE: The Punisher!
The Punisher storms down the ramp past Flynn and Vaughn, sliding into the ring as Buster Gloves was getting back up to his feet, and planting him with a massive spinebuster. The Punisher stands over the top of Buster, flexing and roaring over his body loudly. Finn Kuhn is on his feet on the outside and slides into the ring to help Buster, but The Punisher quickly escapes the ring and hops over the fan barricade, disappearing into the crowd and the concourse of the arena.
CENTURION: WHat the hell was that?!
TYLER CAGE: The Punisher saw a chance to fire a shot at Buster Gloves, and my god he took it.
CENTURION: I’m not sure how much more we can take, Tyler. What an incredible night this has shaped into! The shocking arrival of Raion Kiddo, the forming of our Fatal Four Way Main Event in two weeks for the Television Championship, to this insane Main Event we’ve just witnessed! For Tyler Cage, I am Centurion saying we will see you in…
There is a massive reaction from the sold-out CCPE Arena at The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas.
CENTURION: I stand corrected!
TYLER CAGE: Did you know he was here?
All attention hit the top of the ramp where we see Chris Page walking out with the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl, the incomparable James Raven. The two men soak up the respect from the crowd before they start to make the walk toward the ring.
CENTURION: This is news for me, and Tyler I’m not sure if you can see there is something being set up in the ring.
Chris and James reach the ringside area where Chris takes the steel steps up to the apron and steps through the ropes while James Raven climbs up on the apron and steps through the ropes. We take a full shot of the ring to reveal a white-skirted table with four different black skirts over four other items and two microphones. The music fades away leaving a solid ovation for the two legendary figures in our industry.
Chris reaches down grabs one of the microphones and starts to address the hard camera.
CHRIS PAGE: A little over three months ago I stood in the middle of this ring and told the world that the WGWF isn’t about Chris Page, but it’s about the athletes that occupy that locker room who just want an opportunity.
There is loud applause from the crowd as Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: I also told you that I wouldn’t be seen on Television unless a situation warranted…
Chris glances over at Raven before back at the camera with a smirk on his face as he continues.
CHRIS PAGE: I believe something of this magnitude warrants it.
James Raven then states.
JAMES RAVEN: It’s times like these that is exactly the payoff from the word and dedication we have all put in since we officially relaunched this company. For months our roster has been jockeying for positioning, they’ve come out here each and every Monday Night Brawl to give us everything they’ve got… So, now it’s our turn to give back.
James reaches down to the first black cover pulling it off and revealing…
The crowd pops for the display of the WGWF Television Championship.
JAMES RAVEN: For the better part of a month we’ve held qualifying matches in which four have moved forward. Those four talents will meet right here in two weeks on Monday Night Brawl where we will crown the first WGWF Television Champion by suspending that very strap twenty feet above the ring and the only way to bring it down is to climb a Ladder to do it!
The Las Vegas crowd erupts!
JAMES RAVEN: But wait, there is more!
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: There has also been a lot of happenings between one BUSTER GLOVES and THE PUNISHER over the last few months, and personally I think that we deserve to see them hook it up one more time; which is why next week they will do just that… Inside a STEEL CAGE!
TYLER CAGE: Holy hell! They’re loading up the final Brawl before the West Coast Rumble! Two HUGE matches!
CHRIS PAGE: But wait… there is more!
JAMES RAVEN: While talking about the final show before we head into the West Coast Rumble, it seems that JOE MONTOURI thinks he calls his shots. Allow me to call this one because not only will we see a Four-Way Ladder match to crown the new TV Champion, not only are we going to see BUSTER GLOVES and THE PUNISHER inside a Steel Cage, but we are going to kick off our go home to the West Coast Rumble in style with MAC BANE taking on JOE MONTOURI in a match that will only be decided if you are the LAST MAN STANDING!
The crowd explodes!
TYLER CAGE: OH MY!
James and Chris allow the crowd to continue to cheer the announcements before Chris looks over at James Raven as he states into the microphone.
CHRIS PAGE: Does that sum it up?
James responds as he yanks the cover off something else on the table while responding to Chris’s question.
JAMES RAVEN: Actually…
The crowd loses their mind once again as the WGWF World Tag Team Championship is on display.
JAMES RAVEN: We have a pretty big lineup on our final Brawl before the West Coast Rumble, but what about AT the West Coast Rumble? We know about the Rumble Match but what about this issue that’s brewing between The Syndicate and The Show Stealerz? For weeks we’ve seen the back and forth, and even earlier tonight we saw all hell break loose. So at the West Coast Rumble, The Show Stealerz will meet The Syndicate for the WGWF Tag Titles where we will throw the rule book out the window because this will be a NO DISQUALIFICATION Match!
Chris appears to be shocked by the announcement by James Raven as he listens to the crowd eat it all up like a fat kid on chocolate cake.
CHRIS PAGE: I am here for it!
JAMES RAVEN: BBBBBUT WAIT! THERE IS MORE!
On cue, Chris rips the final cover off the final item revealing.
The crowd roars once more as the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship is displayed.
CHRIS PAGE: To the victor go the spoils.
JAMES RAVEN: Monday Night.
CHRIS PAGE: January 2, 2023
JAMES RAVEN: WEST.
CHRIS PAGE: COAST.
JAMES RAVEN: RUMBLE.
Raven flips the microphone as the crowd explodes with a massive ovation as Monday Night Brawl fades to black.
©2022 CCPE Productions
Match Credits: Chris Page, James Raven, and Emily Simms.
Segment Credits: Ace Sky, Mystery Man, Mike Mason, Cholo, John Cable, THE Tristan Slater, Holden Ross, Raion Kiddo, Mac Bane, Peter Vaughn, Fred Debonair, Mark Flynn, Mike Angelo, and Chris Page