Post by TheNewBreed on Dec 30, 2022 4:17:45 GMT -5
Everyone in and around the WGWF has their eyes firmly glued to the West Coast Rumble right now, and rightly so. On that night, we will find out who will become the first WGWF World Heavyweight Champion of the Modern Era... who will lay the groundwork for the future of the company... who will claim the prize of prizes... and who will earn the bragging rights of being First.
When you look at the list of names who have elected to compete in this event, many things swirl through your mind... I'm sure. Every talent has a tale to tell and everyone is unique and different... for sure. Right... but really, every single person named in the match falls into a few convenient packages, so let's look at what we have here, shall we?
You see a whole squad of upstart Rookies looking to break the odds in Vegas and succeed at all costs, bringing instant fame and notoriety to the themselves and their brands. Respectable... Commendable even. Long shots at best, but stranger things have happened, so give the kids credit for the stainless steel balls it takes to shoot this kind of shot in the first place. Kudos to you. Seriously.
Then, you see plenty of long-term Veterans who're still clinging on, trying to recapture or re-invent their old days of glory for a plethora of reasons, but all of them are just trying to prove they still have what it takes to get the job done. Hell, in reality... this is where I come in, and a few other guys who are even favorites to take the whole thing. Cinderella story... at best. Makes for good TV, and fans eat it up when their favorite hero from back in the day takes the W.
Then... there's a small pile of Champions of Renown looking to tack another shiny Title to their laundry list of accomplishments to laud over the fans and the locker room alike.
For every name in the hat, there's a story for why... and how... and how bad they want it... and I'm no different... cause I got my own story... but for the life of me... I can't seem to tell it.
Not right anyway.
I mean... how do you describe your deepest desire? How do you accurately impart the burning passion within you? How do you recount the motivation for the very thing that drives you forward? How do you characterize your very being?
How?
You see... for all the stories you'll hear about why and how and who and how much they all want it... there's only one man in the entire West Coast Rumble with MY story... and no matter how much they spout about how they want it more than everyone else... if you know me... you know there isn't a soul alive that wants THAT Title more then ME.
The rest of them just think they do... and they're wrong.
This Title... the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship... THAT BELT... belongs to ME.
Only one other man named in the Rumble has even ever held that belt... and if you ask him about it... he'll tell you a story about determination and passion driving a man to the brink, and that same drive to get the job done throwing us both off of that ledge headlong into oblivion... just to prove a point about how much fight is really in the Beast.
But this isn't about WHO'S in the Rumble... is it?
It's about what the Rumble is FOR... and why that Title already BELONGS to ME.
My career has been a long one. I have worked in rings all around the world, and found victory and defeat many times. With a career spanning more than two decades, you would imagine that there would be a long list of Titles that adorned my walls... and while there have been several very successful Tag Team Championship runs in my lifetime that I have been proud to be a part of with many different partners in many different promotions... Only four times in my life have I earned a Singles Title on my own.
Each of those Titles has defined a part of my career... and a part of me.
Early on in my career, I became the EWCL Hardcore Champion after a brutal and bloody Iron Circle match with Straight Hate that began the disfigurement of my face... and marked me as a monster not to be trifled with. It established me as a tough as nails, take no prisoners, hardcore legend who would fight anyone anywhere for any reason or none at all, and put my body and theirs on the line for every inch of ground given or taken.
Then, many years later... in my second run in the WGWF, after a months long war with a man I had failed to beat on many occasions, I laid claim to the WGWF Intercontinental Championship by defeating Kyle Shane in one of the proudest matches of my life. He was a worthy adversary, and while there was a lot of emotional tension between us, it was because that match... that Title... that war... meant so much to the both of us that it was the only thing we could see. It was an epic clash that was worthy of the men who put their blood, sweat, and tears into it, and it made the Belt worth more for our efforts. It was a moment in time that solidified me as a real... viable... Champion in the eyes of the World and in the eyes of the roster of the WGWF.
A year or two later... if I had thought real wars were fought before then... if I was under the impression that honorable fighters and warriors of ethical combat had been my toughest challenges to date... if I had presumed to know what war was really like... it was nothing as I had imagined when the real war began, an it was then that MDK and his criminal cohort Alyce Starchylde showed me what REAL war was all about. They opened my eyes to the harsh reality of betrayal and truly introduced me to the gritty dark nature of what war really meant. They helped me discover what the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship honestly took to hold it, and have it... and BE IT.
They showed me the weight it carried, and what it did to those who would claim it for their own. They showed me the ugly side of that position of vaunted power and notoriety, and through the lessons I learned in that bitter, messy, entanglement of bullshit, I have learned of my own depravity, and that of those who were in that war with me. I know the worst of us, and I faced it... saw my own demons... and I except where it took me... but I KNOW what it costs... and of that price... I gladly paid it to become what I knew I was meant to be... and it cost me everything.
The WGWF World Heavyweight Title drove a wedge between my tag partner, Tristan Slater, and I. It saw the worst sides of us fighting among ourselves to BE the Champion... all at the behest of the Mad King and his cronies... because we lost sight of what that Title meant... and why it was so important. We lost sight of what it meant to BE the Champion... and we didn't care anymore what it took to hold it.. and we nearly lost ourselves in the fight for it before it was all said and done. It cost us years of our friendship, and countless nights of lost sleep dealing with our own demons over the whole thing... but pay the cost we did... gladly... just to BE the Champ.
WGWF MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
ROAD TO SUMMER MADNESS WORLD TOUR - 5-28-18
BEIJING NATIONAL STADIUM
BEIJING, CHINA
TRISTAN SLATER(C) VS JOHNATHAN CABLE
STEEL CAGE TITLE MATCH
(We join the match at the end of a brutal war)
Alyce Starchylde comes out from under the ring at the Cage door where she reaches her feet slamming the Cage door on the face of THE Tristan Slater!! The Cage door violently bounces off Slater’s face with the force knocking him towards the center of the ring!! The crowd is in shock as Alyce waves at the referee before disappearing back under the ring!
Diamond: Starchylde just slammed the Cage door on the face of THE Tristan Slater!
Slater is laid out and now we see John slowly start to stir! The crowd gets louder and louder as Cable, with thumbtacks all over the back of his body is crawling towards the Cage door!!
Baxter: Alyce has opened the door for John Cable!! Pun intended!!
Cable crawls closer towards the Cage door where he crawls under the ropes and to the door itself as the crowd gets louder and louder! John pulls the top of his body through the Cage as Slater lays unconscious! The crowd explodes as Cable pulls himself out of the Cage and tumbles down to the floor with both feet touching!!
DING…. DING… DING…
Masters: The winner of this contest… and the NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE!
The fans erupt!!
Diamond: By god I don’t believe it! Cable’s done it!! John Cable is the new World Heavyweight Champion!!
Before he can even be awarded the belt Lunacy, Seth Stevens, The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock hit ringside with a four on one assault on John Cable!!
Baxter: ANARCHY!
Alyce Starchylde comes back out from under the ring as the Steel Cage starts to rise. Maylock and Jackdaw hold Cable by his arms as Lunacy and Stevens take turn pummeling the newly crowned Champion! THE Tristan Slater is shown rolling out of the ring and dropping down to the floor as Starchylde calls the shots on the floor. Lunacy snatches a steel chair and waffles Cable over the skull with a vile shot! Jackdaw and Brother Maylock throw Cable into the ring as we see Seth Stevens climb up on the ring apron before scaling the turnbuckles where he leaps off with a 10 Star Frog Splash crashing down into the chest of Cable!
DING… DING…. DING….
Lunacy reaches down picking John up off the mat where he drops him with the Thorozine!
DING… DING… DING…
The Jackdaw picks Cable up off the mat where he shoots him towards Alyce who drops him with the UNICORN STAMPEDE!!
Diamond: Anarchy is picking apart John Cable!!
The crowd is enraged as they boo intently towards the ring as Brother Maylock rolls out to the floor and snatches the World Title from the grasp of the time keeper and rolls back into the ring where he presents it to his Queen. Alyce places one boot on the chest of Cable while raising the World Title high in the air to huge heat from the crowd.
MDK emerges out to the top of the ramp with a REFEREE!!
Diamond: HOLD UP A MINUTE!!
Baxter: YES!! YES!! YES!!
MDK starts to walk towards the ring with his referee at this side as Anarchy and Alyce look on.
Diamond: Is this what I think it is??
MDK reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron and with a motion to Anarchy they exit the ring as does Alyce with the belt. MDK looks down at Cable before stepping through the ropes followed by his referee. MDK looks at his official and nods his head! The official comes across the ring having words with Donald Masters.
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman; I’ve just been informed that MDK is CASHING IN his 24/7 Contract for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship!!
Louder boo’s from the crowd as trash starts to be hurled towards the ring.
WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE © versus MDK
DING… DING… DING…
MDK places on boot on the chest of John Cable!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THREE!!
DING…. DING… DING….
Masters: The winner of this contest, and the NEW WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, MDK!!
Baxter: BRILLIANT! F’N BRILLIANT!!
I held that Title for minutes... minutes... before MDK walked away with it... and he used that Title like a sledgehammer, literally and figuratively. He used his power as the World Champ to usurp the authority of the WGWF and undermine everyone involved with the brand... and we fell right into his traps.
The entire company suffered in darkness and shadow for months while he sat upon his throne and laughed the maniacal laugh of a man possessed and unstoppable in his agenda to rip the very WGWF apart at the seams. He spent his time hidden behind a wall of weak men who thrived on the freedom to abuse those around them and there weren't enough of us willing to fight back to make a dent in the damage they were doing.
I have seen the damage that power can do.
I have seen what the weight of that Title can accomplish in the wrong hands.
And once before... I fought that war... and a war it truly was.
MDK was willing to sacrifice everything to keep that Title... sink to any low... commit any act... no matter how vile or dangerous. He was willing to stoop far lower than even Sonya Benson would dare to dream to keep hold of his power and position... to keep that Title in his grasp for just one more day... and when the time came to finally face off for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship... MDK and I... we waged a war to end all doubt about who would emerge the Champion.
And there... after months of waging a bitter and bloody war in the realest sense imaginable... was the fourth time I ever won a Singles Title.
The pinnacle of the business at the time.
The WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.
For a moment... again... I had it.
It was mine... and in an instant... it was gone... again.
To this day... I have never touched that Belt as the Champion.
I would find myself embroiled in this war with MDK, Starchylde, and my former tag partner Tristan Slater for a while longer before the brand saw the looming dark clouds of the future overhead, and between the mismanagement of the Title scene and the flagging fandom decrying the illegitimate Championship situation, with bookings becoming sparse due to the controversy and legal proceedings hovering ever closer over contract disputes and disgruntled talent like myself, the WGWF closed it's doors, and with that... my chance to regain the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship seemed lost forever... and in this, it defined my career, and who I would become for a long time afterward.
I've spent years thinking about those days. Thinking about how I have the two shortest WGWF World Heavyweight Championship Title reigns in the HISTORY of the company!
I still do... almost every day.
I remember how bitter a taste it was to have the accolade... but never ever hold the Title as it's rightful owner. Not once has it been mine... in my hands... and yet... here I stand... a TWO TIME.. TWO TIME... WGWF World Heavyweight Champion.
Do you have any idea what that feels like to a man like me?
A man who holds himself to a standard of honor... a warriors code... willing to test himself against the best of the world on the biggest stage, under any circumstance, and it's why, given everything that's happened with the WGWF, when the chance came to be involved in the Relaunch... I jumped on it.
There was no second thoughts, or cold feet.
There was only one insurmountably desire... to reinvigorate the WGWF and make their World Heavyweight Championship mean something again.
For years, it's the only thing I have truly wanted... and now... in just a few short days... the opportunity arises once more for me to claim MY Title, and make that Belt mean what it's meant to be once more.
The WGWF is the World's Greatest Wrestling Federation... and it's Champion is the Best in the World.
It didn't get that way on it's own. It got there by the efforts of the many men and women who have graced that ring, and made the WGWF the premier company in the industry. It got this way by the decades of matches that have transfixed fans week in and week out for generations. It got that way on the power of the talent that has fought here within these hallowed halls, and it has become that place again.
For months we have worked to rebuild the glory of a once proud and noble tradition of our brand... and our roster is the heart of our business. No one can claim otherwise. No one can besmirch the level of talent within our locker room... and no one can fault the fans for their choice to cheer for the WGWF.
It's that very reason that this Title... on this night... in this place... is so important to so many... and the very reason I will not fail in my single minded mission to regain that Title... and honor the memories of all of the legends who have held it before me by BEING the Greatest World Heavyweight Champion of all time, and proving what that Belt means to the World.
I am the face of the WGWF.
As ugly as this face is, and as bold a statement that is... it's true.
No one in the WGWF right now gives a shit about this brand... this company... the history and the memories that have come and gone... and the legacy of the WGWF... not like I do.
Not one name tossed into the Rumble hat has given as much of themselves to this company as I have... and I'll be DAMNED if I am about to walk into this Rumble with so much on the line and let a single one of you come out of this as the First WGWF World Heavyweight Champion of the Modern Era without killing me for it... and that's a fact.
So... for all of you out there harping on your stories about how you deserve this... and about how you have been screwed over in the past and this will be your retribution... how this is your foothold to the future of our industry... for every single one of you who have hopes a dreams of climbing in that ring and being the last one standing... of claiming the World Heavyweight Championship for your own... of grabbing that brass ring of victory and proclaiming yourself the Best in the World...
When that bell rings, and the first two competitors come down the aisle and this whole shebang sets off... all of those stories... yours... mine... all of them... they're all just as good as a fart in the wind and it won't faintly smell of sugar cookies and peppermint sticks, I assure you.
No... it will stink of blood and fear and desperation... the wails of pain and misery will ring out long into the night as the anguish and disappointment fill the souls of those arrayed against me... standing between me and MY Title...and you will all find out just how determined I am to take MY Belt back and put it where it rightfully belongs... where it always should have been... around MY waist.
Monday Night, at the West Coast Rumble... I am going to prove to the World that there is only one BEST in the World... and the Best... is the Beast!
Welcome to your worst nightmare... and the future of the WGWF forever more...
When you look at the list of names who have elected to compete in this event, many things swirl through your mind... I'm sure. Every talent has a tale to tell and everyone is unique and different... for sure. Right... but really, every single person named in the match falls into a few convenient packages, so let's look at what we have here, shall we?
You see a whole squad of upstart Rookies looking to break the odds in Vegas and succeed at all costs, bringing instant fame and notoriety to the themselves and their brands. Respectable... Commendable even. Long shots at best, but stranger things have happened, so give the kids credit for the stainless steel balls it takes to shoot this kind of shot in the first place. Kudos to you. Seriously.
Then, you see plenty of long-term Veterans who're still clinging on, trying to recapture or re-invent their old days of glory for a plethora of reasons, but all of them are just trying to prove they still have what it takes to get the job done. Hell, in reality... this is where I come in, and a few other guys who are even favorites to take the whole thing. Cinderella story... at best. Makes for good TV, and fans eat it up when their favorite hero from back in the day takes the W.
Then... there's a small pile of Champions of Renown looking to tack another shiny Title to their laundry list of accomplishments to laud over the fans and the locker room alike.
For every name in the hat, there's a story for why... and how... and how bad they want it... and I'm no different... cause I got my own story... but for the life of me... I can't seem to tell it.
Not right anyway.
I mean... how do you describe your deepest desire? How do you accurately impart the burning passion within you? How do you recount the motivation for the very thing that drives you forward? How do you characterize your very being?
How?
You see... for all the stories you'll hear about why and how and who and how much they all want it... there's only one man in the entire West Coast Rumble with MY story... and no matter how much they spout about how they want it more than everyone else... if you know me... you know there isn't a soul alive that wants THAT Title more then ME.
The rest of them just think they do... and they're wrong.
This Title... the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship... THAT BELT... belongs to ME.
Only one other man named in the Rumble has even ever held that belt... and if you ask him about it... he'll tell you a story about determination and passion driving a man to the brink, and that same drive to get the job done throwing us both off of that ledge headlong into oblivion... just to prove a point about how much fight is really in the Beast.
But this isn't about WHO'S in the Rumble... is it?
It's about what the Rumble is FOR... and why that Title already BELONGS to ME.
My career has been a long one. I have worked in rings all around the world, and found victory and defeat many times. With a career spanning more than two decades, you would imagine that there would be a long list of Titles that adorned my walls... and while there have been several very successful Tag Team Championship runs in my lifetime that I have been proud to be a part of with many different partners in many different promotions... Only four times in my life have I earned a Singles Title on my own.
Each of those Titles has defined a part of my career... and a part of me.
Early on in my career, I became the EWCL Hardcore Champion after a brutal and bloody Iron Circle match with Straight Hate that began the disfigurement of my face... and marked me as a monster not to be trifled with. It established me as a tough as nails, take no prisoners, hardcore legend who would fight anyone anywhere for any reason or none at all, and put my body and theirs on the line for every inch of ground given or taken.
Then, many years later... in my second run in the WGWF, after a months long war with a man I had failed to beat on many occasions, I laid claim to the WGWF Intercontinental Championship by defeating Kyle Shane in one of the proudest matches of my life. He was a worthy adversary, and while there was a lot of emotional tension between us, it was because that match... that Title... that war... meant so much to the both of us that it was the only thing we could see. It was an epic clash that was worthy of the men who put their blood, sweat, and tears into it, and it made the Belt worth more for our efforts. It was a moment in time that solidified me as a real... viable... Champion in the eyes of the World and in the eyes of the roster of the WGWF.
A year or two later... if I had thought real wars were fought before then... if I was under the impression that honorable fighters and warriors of ethical combat had been my toughest challenges to date... if I had presumed to know what war was really like... it was nothing as I had imagined when the real war began, an it was then that MDK and his criminal cohort Alyce Starchylde showed me what REAL war was all about. They opened my eyes to the harsh reality of betrayal and truly introduced me to the gritty dark nature of what war really meant. They helped me discover what the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship honestly took to hold it, and have it... and BE IT.
They showed me the weight it carried, and what it did to those who would claim it for their own. They showed me the ugly side of that position of vaunted power and notoriety, and through the lessons I learned in that bitter, messy, entanglement of bullshit, I have learned of my own depravity, and that of those who were in that war with me. I know the worst of us, and I faced it... saw my own demons... and I except where it took me... but I KNOW what it costs... and of that price... I gladly paid it to become what I knew I was meant to be... and it cost me everything.
The WGWF World Heavyweight Title drove a wedge between my tag partner, Tristan Slater, and I. It saw the worst sides of us fighting among ourselves to BE the Champion... all at the behest of the Mad King and his cronies... because we lost sight of what that Title meant... and why it was so important. We lost sight of what it meant to BE the Champion... and we didn't care anymore what it took to hold it.. and we nearly lost ourselves in the fight for it before it was all said and done. It cost us years of our friendship, and countless nights of lost sleep dealing with our own demons over the whole thing... but pay the cost we did... gladly... just to BE the Champ.
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WGWF MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
ROAD TO SUMMER MADNESS WORLD TOUR - 5-28-18
BEIJING NATIONAL STADIUM
BEIJING, CHINA
TRISTAN SLATER(C) VS JOHNATHAN CABLE
STEEL CAGE TITLE MATCH
(We join the match at the end of a brutal war)
Alyce Starchylde comes out from under the ring at the Cage door where she reaches her feet slamming the Cage door on the face of THE Tristan Slater!! The Cage door violently bounces off Slater’s face with the force knocking him towards the center of the ring!! The crowd is in shock as Alyce waves at the referee before disappearing back under the ring!
Diamond: Starchylde just slammed the Cage door on the face of THE Tristan Slater!
Slater is laid out and now we see John slowly start to stir! The crowd gets louder and louder as Cable, with thumbtacks all over the back of his body is crawling towards the Cage door!!
Baxter: Alyce has opened the door for John Cable!! Pun intended!!
Cable crawls closer towards the Cage door where he crawls under the ropes and to the door itself as the crowd gets louder and louder! John pulls the top of his body through the Cage as Slater lays unconscious! The crowd explodes as Cable pulls himself out of the Cage and tumbles down to the floor with both feet touching!!
DING…. DING… DING…
Masters: The winner of this contest… and the NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE!
The fans erupt!!
Diamond: By god I don’t believe it! Cable’s done it!! John Cable is the new World Heavyweight Champion!!
Before he can even be awarded the belt Lunacy, Seth Stevens, The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock hit ringside with a four on one assault on John Cable!!
Baxter: ANARCHY!
Alyce Starchylde comes back out from under the ring as the Steel Cage starts to rise. Maylock and Jackdaw hold Cable by his arms as Lunacy and Stevens take turn pummeling the newly crowned Champion! THE Tristan Slater is shown rolling out of the ring and dropping down to the floor as Starchylde calls the shots on the floor. Lunacy snatches a steel chair and waffles Cable over the skull with a vile shot! Jackdaw and Brother Maylock throw Cable into the ring as we see Seth Stevens climb up on the ring apron before scaling the turnbuckles where he leaps off with a 10 Star Frog Splash crashing down into the chest of Cable!
DING… DING…. DING….
Lunacy reaches down picking John up off the mat where he drops him with the Thorozine!
DING… DING… DING…
The Jackdaw picks Cable up off the mat where he shoots him towards Alyce who drops him with the UNICORN STAMPEDE!!
Diamond: Anarchy is picking apart John Cable!!
The crowd is enraged as they boo intently towards the ring as Brother Maylock rolls out to the floor and snatches the World Title from the grasp of the time keeper and rolls back into the ring where he presents it to his Queen. Alyce places one boot on the chest of Cable while raising the World Title high in the air to huge heat from the crowd.
MDK emerges out to the top of the ramp with a REFEREE!!
Diamond: HOLD UP A MINUTE!!
Baxter: YES!! YES!! YES!!
MDK starts to walk towards the ring with his referee at this side as Anarchy and Alyce look on.
Diamond: Is this what I think it is??
MDK reaches ringside where he climbs up on the ring apron and with a motion to Anarchy they exit the ring as does Alyce with the belt. MDK looks down at Cable before stepping through the ropes followed by his referee. MDK looks at his official and nods his head! The official comes across the ring having words with Donald Masters.
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman; I’ve just been informed that MDK is CASHING IN his 24/7 Contract for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship!!
Louder boo’s from the crowd as trash starts to be hurled towards the ring.
WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE © versus MDK
DING… DING… DING…
MDK places on boot on the chest of John Cable!
REFEREE: ONE…. TWO…. THREE!!
DING…. DING… DING….
Masters: The winner of this contest, and the NEW WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, MDK!!
Baxter: BRILLIANT! F’N BRILLIANT!!
* * * * *
I held that Title for minutes... minutes... before MDK walked away with it... and he used that Title like a sledgehammer, literally and figuratively. He used his power as the World Champ to usurp the authority of the WGWF and undermine everyone involved with the brand... and we fell right into his traps.
The entire company suffered in darkness and shadow for months while he sat upon his throne and laughed the maniacal laugh of a man possessed and unstoppable in his agenda to rip the very WGWF apart at the seams. He spent his time hidden behind a wall of weak men who thrived on the freedom to abuse those around them and there weren't enough of us willing to fight back to make a dent in the damage they were doing.
I have seen the damage that power can do.
I have seen what the weight of that Title can accomplish in the wrong hands.
And once before... I fought that war... and a war it truly was.
MDK was willing to sacrifice everything to keep that Title... sink to any low... commit any act... no matter how vile or dangerous. He was willing to stoop far lower than even Sonya Benson would dare to dream to keep hold of his power and position... to keep that Title in his grasp for just one more day... and when the time came to finally face off for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship... MDK and I... we waged a war to end all doubt about who would emerge the Champion.
* * * * *
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL - 7/9/2018
Accor Hotels Arena
PARIS, FRANCE
MAIN EVENT:
WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE: THE TRISTAN SLATER
SPECIAL OUTSIDE ENFORCER: ALYCE STARCHYLDE
MDK © versus JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE
(We join as the match is already well underway)
Cable kicked out of the fast count to a thunderous ovation from the crowd!! Alyce can’t believe it as she reaches her feet willing her King on! MDK starts to stir as the crowd boos intently towards the ring! MDK reaches his feet where he reaches down picking up Cable from the mat. He holds him by the head where he screams out at him.
MDK- “FUCKING LACKEY!!”
MDK snitches Cable up where he drives him down into the mat with a HELL SHOT!! MDK makes the cover!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE………………………………
The crowd pops as Slater yanks Starchylde out of the ring before she can make a three count!! Slater takes Alyce and smashes her head first into the ring apron before hurling her into the steel steps right shoulder first! THE Tristan Slater slides back into the ring where he reaches a vertical base and walks right into MDK who is seething!! MDK jaws back and forth with Slater before shoving Slater!!! Slater comes back by shoving MDK back towards Cable who rolls him up with a School Boy!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING…. DING… DING….
WINNER AND NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE
Before any celebration can begin Alyce slides into the ring with a steel chair in hand! She waffles Slater across the back dropping him where he stands!! Cable is back to his feet where he’s jabbed into the midsection with a chair shot from Starchylde doubling him over for her to waffle him across the back! Cable hits the mat as we see MDK roll out to the floor where he yanks the World Title from the time keeper before he rings the bell!!
DING… DING… DING…
MDK slides into the ring where he measures Cable who starts to pull himself back to his feet where he’s belted in the skull with the World Title from MDK!!! MDK demands a microphone.
MDK- “I’m exercising my rematch… RIGHT NOW!!”
The crowd roars with massive boos as MDK places his boot on the chest of Cable! Starchylde drops down and makes the count!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
WINNER AND NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: M.D.K.
The crowd roars with massive boo’s as Alyce raises MDK’s arm in the air awarding him the WGWF World Title!! MDK, still with microphone in hand.
MDK- “And that is how you deal with a fucking potato!”
The crowd erupts as FLASH ROTTEN emerges out to the top of the ramp for the first time since being kidnapped many weeks ago by Alyce Starchylde and Anarchy!! He’s got a microphone in hand as both MDK and Alyce are not pleased to see him!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN…”
The crowd ROARS upon hearing Flash’s opening.
FLASH ROTTEN- “My name is FLASH ROTTEN and I am the GENERAL MANAGER OF MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL!!”
The crowd roars louder!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “… And I love when the inmates try to run the asylum; right MDK and Alyce? I mean correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t Alyce and Anarchy kidnap me a month or so ago? That’s right they did, and here I stand watching as they try to bend the rules to their favor, and while I might be powerless to the two of you just screwing John Cable out of a World Title, AGAIN, doesn’t mean that I can’t do something about it right now!”
MDK and Alyce watch Flash as he continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Considering what I just saw I’m taking it upon myself to officially HOLD UP the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship!”
The crowd roars!!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “As of now the WGWF doesn’t have a World Champion and we won’t have a World Champion until SUMMER MADNESS, the winner of the FATAL FOUR WAY ELIMINATION match will be the UNDISPUTED WGWF World Heavyweight Champion!”
Accor Hotels Arena
PARIS, FRANCE
MAIN EVENT:
WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE: THE TRISTAN SLATER
SPECIAL OUTSIDE ENFORCER: ALYCE STARCHYLDE
MDK © versus JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE
(We join as the match is already well underway)
Cable kicked out of the fast count to a thunderous ovation from the crowd!! Alyce can’t believe it as she reaches her feet willing her King on! MDK starts to stir as the crowd boos intently towards the ring! MDK reaches his feet where he reaches down picking up Cable from the mat. He holds him by the head where he screams out at him.
MDK- “FUCKING LACKEY!!”
MDK snitches Cable up where he drives him down into the mat with a HELL SHOT!! MDK makes the cover!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE………………………………
The crowd pops as Slater yanks Starchylde out of the ring before she can make a three count!! Slater takes Alyce and smashes her head first into the ring apron before hurling her into the steel steps right shoulder first! THE Tristan Slater slides back into the ring where he reaches a vertical base and walks right into MDK who is seething!! MDK jaws back and forth with Slater before shoving Slater!!! Slater comes back by shoving MDK back towards Cable who rolls him up with a School Boy!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING…. DING… DING….
WINNER AND NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE
Before any celebration can begin Alyce slides into the ring with a steel chair in hand! She waffles Slater across the back dropping him where he stands!! Cable is back to his feet where he’s jabbed into the midsection with a chair shot from Starchylde doubling him over for her to waffle him across the back! Cable hits the mat as we see MDK roll out to the floor where he yanks the World Title from the time keeper before he rings the bell!!
DING… DING… DING…
MDK slides into the ring where he measures Cable who starts to pull himself back to his feet where he’s belted in the skull with the World Title from MDK!!! MDK demands a microphone.
MDK- “I’m exercising my rematch… RIGHT NOW!!”
The crowd roars with massive boos as MDK places his boot on the chest of Cable! Starchylde drops down and makes the count!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING…. DING…. DING….
WINNER AND NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: M.D.K.
The crowd roars with massive boo’s as Alyce raises MDK’s arm in the air awarding him the WGWF World Title!! MDK, still with microphone in hand.
MDK- “And that is how you deal with a fucking potato!”
The crowd erupts as FLASH ROTTEN emerges out to the top of the ramp for the first time since being kidnapped many weeks ago by Alyce Starchylde and Anarchy!! He’s got a microphone in hand as both MDK and Alyce are not pleased to see him!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN…”
The crowd ROARS upon hearing Flash’s opening.
FLASH ROTTEN- “My name is FLASH ROTTEN and I am the GENERAL MANAGER OF MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL!!”
The crowd roars louder!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “… And I love when the inmates try to run the asylum; right MDK and Alyce? I mean correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t Alyce and Anarchy kidnap me a month or so ago? That’s right they did, and here I stand watching as they try to bend the rules to their favor, and while I might be powerless to the two of you just screwing John Cable out of a World Title, AGAIN, doesn’t mean that I can’t do something about it right now!”
MDK and Alyce watch Flash as he continues.
FLASH ROTTEN- “Considering what I just saw I’m taking it upon myself to officially HOLD UP the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship!”
The crowd roars!!!
FLASH ROTTEN- “As of now the WGWF doesn’t have a World Champion and we won’t have a World Champion until SUMMER MADNESS, the winner of the FATAL FOUR WAY ELIMINATION match will be the UNDISPUTED WGWF World Heavyweight Champion!”
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And there... after months of waging a bitter and bloody war in the realest sense imaginable... was the fourth time I ever won a Singles Title.
The pinnacle of the business at the time.
The WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.
For a moment... again... I had it.
It was mine... and in an instant... it was gone... again.
To this day... I have never touched that Belt as the Champion.
I would find myself embroiled in this war with MDK, Starchylde, and my former tag partner Tristan Slater for a while longer before the brand saw the looming dark clouds of the future overhead, and between the mismanagement of the Title scene and the flagging fandom decrying the illegitimate Championship situation, with bookings becoming sparse due to the controversy and legal proceedings hovering ever closer over contract disputes and disgruntled talent like myself, the WGWF closed it's doors, and with that... my chance to regain the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship seemed lost forever... and in this, it defined my career, and who I would become for a long time afterward.
I've spent years thinking about those days. Thinking about how I have the two shortest WGWF World Heavyweight Championship Title reigns in the HISTORY of the company!
I still do... almost every day.
I remember how bitter a taste it was to have the accolade... but never ever hold the Title as it's rightful owner. Not once has it been mine... in my hands... and yet... here I stand... a TWO TIME.. TWO TIME... WGWF World Heavyweight Champion.
Do you have any idea what that feels like to a man like me?
A man who holds himself to a standard of honor... a warriors code... willing to test himself against the best of the world on the biggest stage, under any circumstance, and it's why, given everything that's happened with the WGWF, when the chance came to be involved in the Relaunch... I jumped on it.
There was no second thoughts, or cold feet.
There was only one insurmountably desire... to reinvigorate the WGWF and make their World Heavyweight Championship mean something again.
For years, it's the only thing I have truly wanted... and now... in just a few short days... the opportunity arises once more for me to claim MY Title, and make that Belt mean what it's meant to be once more.
The WGWF is the World's Greatest Wrestling Federation... and it's Champion is the Best in the World.
It didn't get that way on it's own. It got there by the efforts of the many men and women who have graced that ring, and made the WGWF the premier company in the industry. It got this way by the decades of matches that have transfixed fans week in and week out for generations. It got that way on the power of the talent that has fought here within these hallowed halls, and it has become that place again.
For months we have worked to rebuild the glory of a once proud and noble tradition of our brand... and our roster is the heart of our business. No one can claim otherwise. No one can besmirch the level of talent within our locker room... and no one can fault the fans for their choice to cheer for the WGWF.
It's that very reason that this Title... on this night... in this place... is so important to so many... and the very reason I will not fail in my single minded mission to regain that Title... and honor the memories of all of the legends who have held it before me by BEING the Greatest World Heavyweight Champion of all time, and proving what that Belt means to the World.
I am the face of the WGWF.
As ugly as this face is, and as bold a statement that is... it's true.
No one in the WGWF right now gives a shit about this brand... this company... the history and the memories that have come and gone... and the legacy of the WGWF... not like I do.
Not one name tossed into the Rumble hat has given as much of themselves to this company as I have... and I'll be DAMNED if I am about to walk into this Rumble with so much on the line and let a single one of you come out of this as the First WGWF World Heavyweight Champion of the Modern Era without killing me for it... and that's a fact.
So... for all of you out there harping on your stories about how you deserve this... and about how you have been screwed over in the past and this will be your retribution... how this is your foothold to the future of our industry... for every single one of you who have hopes a dreams of climbing in that ring and being the last one standing... of claiming the World Heavyweight Championship for your own... of grabbing that brass ring of victory and proclaiming yourself the Best in the World...
When that bell rings, and the first two competitors come down the aisle and this whole shebang sets off... all of those stories... yours... mine... all of them... they're all just as good as a fart in the wind and it won't faintly smell of sugar cookies and peppermint sticks, I assure you.
No... it will stink of blood and fear and desperation... the wails of pain and misery will ring out long into the night as the anguish and disappointment fill the souls of those arrayed against me... standing between me and MY Title...and you will all find out just how determined I am to take MY Belt back and put it where it rightfully belongs... where it always should have been... around MY waist.
Monday Night, at the West Coast Rumble... I am going to prove to the World that there is only one BEST in the World... and the Best... is the Beast!
Welcome to your worst nightmare... and the future of the WGWF forever more...
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