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1.15.23
Ring Rust Cafe & Studio @ The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas
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Play-by-Play Color Commentary
SAUCE BOSS: Hey everyone, welcome back to the Ring Rust Cafe, here inside the beautiful Velvet Rabbit Hotel and Casino in LAS Vegas. I AM the Sauce Boss and I'll be your host for tonight’s broadcast as it comes to you on ESPN The Ocho, brought to you by THIS IS AWESOME PROMOTIONS and Kayfabe Airlines. We have some great matches, segments, and extra content on the menu tonight. This ain’t the B show folks. This one just hits a little different.
To the hundreds in attendance, and the millions at home, thank you for tuning in tonight to another episode of WGWF DARK.
Before we get started let’s take a look at what went down last time on BRAWL.
(A video package rolls of WGWF action from the most recent episode of WGWF’s flagship show.)
SAUCE BOSS: Opening up the night, we had the cutest blood feud since puppy versus staircase as Lexi Gold defeated Emily Simms in an excited early matchup. Lexi won the war, but this one feels like it’s far from over.
Next up, Addison Andrews defeated Atara Raven in an absolute shocker. We all were expecting Atty smash, but we got Addy smash instead. Confused? So were we, but the win is a huge boost to the career of young Miss Andrews.
At the turn, the Verde Vixen known as Zara Ivory took on Finn Kuhn. Ivory came up just a bit short in this one as Kuhn locked in a nasty flying armbar for the win, proving himself to be a real submission artist.
Then, things got messy when debuting superstars, Samuel Chatman and Damage the Untamed Demon were set to face off. The match never made it to the ring though as the two brawled backstage and went to a no contest. This feud just leveled up.
In tag team action, we put the WGWF Tag Team Championships on the line when The Syndicate, Joey Buongiorno and Vittore Costa faced The Show Stealerz, Todrick Tabor-Ramsey and Austin Ramsey. The good guys won this one and The Show Stealerz became the inaugural tag team champs of the WGWF new era.
Finally, in our MAIN EVENT, 20 men and women took to the squared circle for an over the top Rumble. Mac Bane and Cholo took the ring at 1 and 2 but they didn’t finish like that. Fred Debonair called his spot at #30, but he didn't have enough juice to walk away with a win. We saw appearances from the best of the WGWF roster as well as special appearances by legends The Sentinel and Terry Borden. The debuting, Goth, finished at number 4, but your top 3 were "The King of the Mid-Carders" Mark Flynn, Mark "The Dragon" Cross, and your inaugural WGWF champion, “The Mechanic” Peter Vaughn.
What a memorable night of action. And now we begin the road to WRESTLE WARS.
But before that, It’s time to turn the lights down low and get ready for some Sunday Night Dark.
I would be remiss of course to do the show without my partner in crime. You know her as The Soda Pop Pipe Fitter. The Queen of Bong Style. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, BACK to the announcers’ table, Miss… Cherry… Cola.
CHERRY COLA: Ding dong, did someone order a pizza with a side of Cherry Cola?! It was you Saucey, you fat bastard. I just want to roll around in your XXXL t-shirts and pleasure myself to the sounds of jazz flute and meat slapping meat.
SAUCE BOSS: I’m afraid the Misses wouldn’t appreciate that, but I accept the compliment!
CHERRY COLA: Oh Saucey, why are you such a boyscout on this show? I’ve heard you on Ring Bell Radio, I know you have a bad boy deep inside that double chin of yours.
SAUCE BOSS: I’ll have you know that I’m down 10 lbs in the last month. I’m working on my Spring Break body already.
CHERRY COLA: Why do you tease me with the forbidden fruit?
SAUCE BOSS: Because you are certifiably insane, and everything sounds like an invitation for coitus my crimson haired co-pilot. The people paid for a show, let’s go down to the ring with our very own Cookie Carter for our first match.
We cut to ringside where the lovely beauty queen/ring announcer/Spanish commentator, Cookie Carter is waiting in the center of the ring in a shimmering silver dress reminiscent of a disco ball or New Years Eve Ball Drop.
Ring Announcer
COOKIE CARTER: Ring Rust Cafe… the darkest hour is upon us. Are you ready for the first bout of the evening?
[MUSIC AND AUDIENCE REACTION]
The lights in the arena dim.
COOKIE CARTER: Ladies and Gentlemen our next match is set for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit. First, already in the ring, from Cedar Rapids, Iowa, weighing 140 lbs, he is “The Delicious One”... Delicious… Milk… Mayson!!!
“Hero” by Enrique Iglesias begins to play over the PA and the crowd goes silent as a spotlight shines on the entrance way revealing the Delicious One. His back is to the crowd, and his arms are spread out wide revealing the rhinestones words "Simply Delicious" on the back of the robe. Milk Mayson, dressed in a "Got Milk?" t-shirt and moonboots, makes his way to the ring, high-fiving fans and flexing for the crowd.
SAUCE BOSS: And here comes the face of DARK, Milk Mayson! The crowd loves this guy. But does he stand a chance tonight?
CHERRY COLA: Mil-ky! Mil-ky! Mil-ky!
COOKIE CARTER: And his opponent, making his way towards the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing 276 lbs, he is a percentage holder of the WGWF… The… Punisher!
The lights in the arena dim as the opening chords of "Bodies" by Drowning pool blast through the speakers. He emerges the staging area before flashes of light illuminate the large room. The the lights kick back on as The Punisher stands on the stage before walking down the steps.
Dressed in all black, he makes his way to the ring, taunting and sneering as boos rain down upon him.
CHERRY COLA: Love him or hate him, he’s a gigantic glass of water. I bet this guy has a gold laced hammer in his pants. I love Milky, but I love gold more, and Punisher is sitting on bricks these days.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and the match begins. The Punisher starts off strong, hitting Milk Mayson with a series of strikes and kicks, followed by a snap suplex. Milk Mayson fights back with a dropkick and attempts a hurricanrana, but is reversed into a ring shaking powerbomb by the Punisher. He regains control with a powerslam and a couple stomps to the face.
SAUCE BOSS: The Punisher is showing his strength and power in this match, but Milk Mayson is not backing down.
CHERRY COLA: L…O…L…
The match continues with Punisher just toying with Mayson here. Allowing Mayson to go for a hold and countering it, move after move. Just embarrassing. The Punisher hits Milk Mayson with a cyclone kick. The Punisher is angry now. He takes control again with a running forearm smash. But Milk will not give up. He struggles back to his feet and the crowd mirrors him, cheering for Milk Mayson as he fights to take down the minority owner known simply as, The Punisher.
SAUCE BOSS: This one is almost over. Punisher lining up for the kill strike now.
CHERRY COLA: He’s a bad dude. Are we able to witness a hate crime?
SAUCE BOSS: The Punisher hates everyone, so… yes.
CHERRY COLA: Noice.
The Punisher grabs Milk Mayson and puts him into position. We all know what’s coming next. Powerbomb. Powerbomb. And… powerbomb. The BONE CRUSHER!!!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Milk Mayson is unable to kick out and the ref counts to three. The crowd falls silent as The Punisher stands victorious.
SAUCE BOSS: Who could have predicted this turn of events?
CHERRY COLA: The Notorious P.U.N. just straight up killed Milky. And mama is moister than an oyster.
SAUCE BOSS: Bleh. Gross.
COOKIE CARTER: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall, The Punisher!!!
The Punisher exits the ring, holding his arms in the air and taunting the crowd as they boo him. He poses for photos with fans as we cut to a segment.
WINNER (via pinfall): THE PUNISHER
Match Length: 3 minutes 34 seconds
Damage
"In every life there comes a time when the light that ignites that life begins to darken and fade, bringing with it the finality of death, until complete darkness surrounds that life and the flame that burned so brightly in the beginning is extinguished...and all has ended for that one light!"
---Damage removes his body from up against the wooden wall. As he moves, pieces from the rotting wall fall to the floor below. Damage takes steps forward to the table that rests in the center of the room. He stands there, with his eyes focused on the lit candle before him. His untied hair falling before the white e face of what can only be described as chaotic darkness.---
Damage
"Here a candle light represents a single life, and as it is lit a being is born. As the flame begins to burn, the candle begins to shorten in size. As it does it slowly weakens that life form, taking away its strength and ability to sustain the flame which burns upon the candle. Dimming the light that comes from it until eventually there is nothing left for the flame to burn, and the fire that drives that being is extinguished, and death has consumed it!"
---Damage's eyes move upward from the lit candle, and now pierce their way into the camera before him. His eyes seem dark as ever. Black like as if nothing but evil rested behind those eyes. His hair hung beside his face, with a couple of hair falling over the front of his face. Damage continues to speak, as he stands within the light of the candle that only covers a portion of the abandoned house.---
Damage
"But like all life forms there is no set time in which that candle will cease to burn. It can simply end, at any time. Hours...minutes after the candle is ignited that flame can last before it burns out. It is not a question of when the light that ignites a life will burn out, but a question of how. A simple gust of wind could be the cause of the end, an unfortunate occurrence, or there is also by force, by the hand of another!"
---Damage then reaches out to the lit candle and eradicates the flame with his hand. As his hand lifts away only smoke and darkness remains. Damage, feeling no pain from the flame, stands within the darkness of the room and speaks looking at camera.---
Damage
"When the time has come for a man or being like Mr. Sam to be placed in my path, Yes! Mr. Sam you are so lucky that unlike this candle, you do know your demise date, and time. Only thing is that you do not know is 'how', well! We will be facing each other in a 'Last man standing match'. What else can make us show who is superior to the other, other than the Last man standing match."
---A flame emerges as Damage strikes a match. Light resumes within the room, due to the flame. Damage takes the match and presses it against the second candle that stood against the already extinguished one. Within seconds the candle is lit, and the flame burns bright and tall. Damage smashes the match within his palm, and drops the ashes onto the table before him. His eyes were on the candle and flame during these events, but now return upward towards the camera.---
Damage
"You see, Mr. Sam! Seriously I want to be a good man like all other normal beings or at least for the sake of my fans. I am not here to make a statement, but to take control. When you challenged me for a fight, I wanted to raise the bar for the WGWF Superstars back there in the locker room. That is the reason why, if we need to fight, it must not be any normal type of wrestling matches, It must be driven by the destruction and devastation of ourselves, hell bent on destroying each-other for the purpose of our fans’ amusement."
Damage's expression remains almost emotionless as he is perfectly content within himself and what he has to say. His words however seem to have a tone of darker meaning. As if his words were spoken with true evil.---
Damage
"For this is truly the journey I and you included destined for. A journey to become something more than a man. Something more than anyone could ever imagine. This Wrestle-wars, Mr. Sam!, Ready or not, you will be punished for the cockyness and ego that you stand for. You can say whatever you want but do not forget to say your prayers and goodbyes to your loved one, as one more time, I will be happier to demonstrate again how I extinguish the flame of those facades like you. For individuals like you there is no escape. No...no escape. Only suffering."
Damage looks down at the flame and begins to pace his hand over the flame, back and forth. Toying with the flame. Damage pulls his hand back, and blows the candle out making the whole place darker and nothing can be seen---
(Off-Camera)
Damage
"I am not Bad Mr. SAM!... Just an EVIL trying to be good!
---The scene cuts to the WGWF DARK logo! The anticipation has only increased! Scene ends.---
The scene faded in on a very irritated looking Zara Ivory standing with her cousin/manager, Marley Divata. Marley was standing slightly behind and to the side of Zara while the woman ran her hand through her hair. It was clear that she was frustrated, but the question in hand was what did she have to say concerning it? Marley had a smirk on her face as she watched her cousin lick her lips before the competitor finally spoke.
”Everywhere I’ve signed, I’ve had a string of bad luck in the beginning. It’s frustrating as Hell to deal with.”
Zara sighed as she looked at the camera that was in the backstage area with them. Granted, she wasn’t as angry as she would have been had it been a couple of months ago, but she realized that things weren’t always going to go her way. Yeah, it took time for her to realize that, but at least she did eventually.
”You’d think I’d be pissed about having such a shitty record here so far, huh? But I realized ages ago that you’re not going to have success everywhere you go, not right off the bat, and maybe not at all. If that’s the case for me here then that’s the case for me and so be it.”
Zara gave a little shrug much to her cousin’s surprise. Marley raised an eyebrow towards her cousin/client but said nothing, still deciding to let her cousin handle things how she wanted to. Ivory glanced back at her cousin as if knowing the other woman was silently questioning her, but neither said anything about it before Ivory looked at the camera again.
”You won’t see me in the ring this week, not for WGWF at least. This go around, I decided to just request this time to speak instead. I may be on a losing streak, but it won’t last by a long shot. I will change my course here one way or another, and when I do? Well…it’s going to be my time when it happens.”
Zara shrugged a little before she motioned for Marley to follow her. The two women headed down the hallway and out of sight, the scene fading out as they did so.
The lights in the arena go dark, and WWE, CFO$ - Sky’s The Limit (Remix) [ft. Snoop Dogg] instrumental attempt by standard begins to play in the arena. Samuel is propelled in the air when the bass drops and lands on the stage. His hat is glowing neon purple with a wolf on the front, as well as the bandanna that covers the lower half of his face. He has on a sleeveless sweatshirt with the same glowing wolf. The short tights have the glowing wolf on the backside. His thick custom kick pads over his boots have the wolf to complete a custom look. Some of those viewing him on their screen jeer him, but he is still getting a mixed reaction for the most part.
Samuel remained squatted down until after the pause in the bass and stood up, spun around, and jumped in the air but landed as if mocking the audience and waving them off. He walks down the ramp with a scowl and heads for the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and folds his arms while swaying his shoulders back and forth with the beat before sitting on the turnbuckle and extending his hand for a microphone. The arena remains dark with the singular spotlight on him. The music dies down, and Samuel, who would usually have a smirk on his face, has a look of rage in its place.
SAMUEL CHATMAN: You know I’m getting really sick of this bullshit. Once again, all of you are being robbed because Damage has decided not to show up for work again. Once again, the “demon” proves to be the “Little Nicky” of the WGWF. A fucking joke who seems not to know the way to the locker room or the ring. Who does this guy think he is? You run from me for two shows in a row and have the audacity to issue a challenge for a Last Man Standing match at Wrestle Wars 8?
Bruh, why couldn’t you have come to the arena and issued your challenge to my face, punk? Why would you issue a challenge for a match you won’t even bother attending? What makes you think I will agree with the bullshit that comes from your mouth? Have you forgotten that you are the prey, and I am the predator?
Am I supposed to be afraid because you had a dark message for me from your dingy-ass shack that you call home? Am I supposed to be frightened because you showed the world that you couldn’t afford to pay your power bill? Maybe if you brought that ass to work, you’d get a paycheck that could help with that. You are messing with my money with all this bitch behavior.
So here is the bottom line. I ain’t agreeing to shit until you reach down, grab your nuts, and show up to the arena, and we are face to face. No more running, no more hiding, no more wasting the oxygen Mother Earth works hard to produce for pieces of beetle dung like you. I promise you that if I have to come to find you, you won’t make it to Wrestle Wars 8. Just know that it's on sight. That means hands will be laid, and debts will be paid. We are past reconciliation, when I see you, there will be no more talking but only a walking of the dog, and I ain’t talking about no fucking pet.
The day of reckoning is upon you. It matters not where I see you. You could be coming from taking your grandmother to dialysis; it can be the day you are christening your child; hell, it can be your wedding day. I’m putting these hands in your life, and you better watch your fucking mouth.”
Sam angrily flings the mic and exits the ring as his music starts to play. The audience is still giving him a mixed reaction, and some of the fans seem to agree with what was said tonight. He walks straight up the ramp and disappears at the top of the stage.
The lights in the arena dim.
COOKIE CARTER: Ladies and Gentlemen our Main Event of the night is set for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit. First, already in the ring, from Reno, Nevada, weighing 124 lbs, she is… Diana Hassleback.
SAUCE BOSS: Diana looking to get the win back here that she suffered at the hands of Emily Simms and Lexi Gold a few weeks ago.
CHERRY COLA: I like her hair. She’s pretty. I hope good things happen to her.
SAUCE BOSS: You feeling ok, Cher’?
CHERRY COLA: What?! I can be nice when I want to.
SAUCE BOSS: If you say so…
COOKIE CARTER: And her opponent, making her way towards the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 125 lbs, she is… the Pepsi Princess… Emily… Simms.
SAUCE BOSS: And here is our good friend Emily Simms. We’ve seen her a few times now. She’s becoming a bit of a staple here at the Ring Rust Cafe. And the fans seem to really be taking to her.
CHERRY COLA: FLIPPY BIIITCH!
SAUCE BOSS: I knew it couldn’t last.
CHERRY COLA: It’s a compliment. She does flips and stuff. I don’t have anything against Flippy Bitch. I don’t get the Pepsi thing though. You have to question anyone who chooses Pepsi as their drink of choice.
SAUCE BOSS: I hear you loud and clear. No Mrs. Waitress, Pepsi products are NOT ok.
CHERRY COLA: Preach.
DING! DING! DING!
As the “Pepsi Princess'' bounces down to the ring to Lose Control by Poe the Passenger, Diana Hassleback is already waiting in the ring and pacing like a caged tiger. Sliding underneath the bottom rope, Emily rolls into the ring and waves to the crowd before the bell rings. Diana charges at Emily who gets her with a drop toe hold and Diana goes face first into the middle turnbuckle. Emily who stands in at 5 '7 is at least a couple of inches shorter than Diana. Emily moves to the middle of the ring and bounces back and forth on the balls of her feet as she waits for Diana to pick herself up, Emily turns to the crowd and asks them to turn up the volume a few notches!
The crowd happily obliges Emily as the two women circle each other in the middle of the ring before Diana tries to slap Emily, Diana grabs Emily’s hand and twists it around behind her back as hard as she can. Emily, throws her blond head backwards and connects with Diana’s nose which promptly starts to bleed down over her black t-shirt. The crowd gasps as Diana staggers back holding her nose, She glares at Emily and mouths something before she hits Emily with a Thez Press and starts wailing away on her. The referee has to pull Diana off of Emily by wrapping his arms around her waist. Diana shrieks at Emily as the referee lets go of her and warns to stay back. Diana is so disoriented from the broken nose that she does not see Emily as she hits her with a clothes line and knocks her down.
Emily twists up Diana’s legs into a figure four ankle lock and cinches it in nice and tight. The referee begins his count of ten, Emily lets go at five and climbs back between the ropes. Diana barely makes it back into the ring before the count of ten. Emily goes low and takes out the same leg with her shoulder causing Diana to collapse on both knees. Emily hits her with a swift kick to the chest and then several more before she rolls Diana over and covers her.
One…
Two…
Thr…
Diana manages to kick out at the last possible second before the referee’s hand comes down for the three count. Emily slams her hands on the mat in frustration as she then wipes the blood from her face. The Pepsi Princess is showing signs of frustration and she isn’t one who usually lets her opponent get under her skin. It’s Emily this time that rolls out under the ropes and paces ringside as Diana manages to get to her feet and follows after Emily. She runs at Diana but her own momentum is used against her and she is sent over the barricade and into the first row of fans. Landing at their feet, the fans scream for the Pepsi Princess to get up and to keep fighting. Diana gets back into the ring, more than content with a count out victory as she holds her hands up above her head.
Emily somehow manages to climb back over the barricade and makes it to the ring apron where she grabs Diana’s leg and yanks her off her feet and out of the ring. The referee restarts the count and Emily and Diana hammer away at each other with flying fists, Emily throws Diana into the announcer’s table and she collapses. Emily is not content with a count out victory, Emily pushes Diana back under the bottom rope and then scrambles to the top turnbuckle and signals to the crowd what she’s about to do. Taking a deep breath, Emily jumps off the rope and hits Diana with THE DOUBLE BUBBLE, a double rotation moonsault that lands perfectly, and she hooks both of the legs.
One…
Two…
Three!!!
DING DING DING!
The referee holds up Emily’s hand in victory as she looks down at Diana, who is rolling around in pain. Emily’s eyes suddenly light up and she turns away from the referee and steps between the ropes and motions to someone for a microphone. Climbing out of the ring and walking over to a small section of fans, Emily leans back into the crowd with her arms wide open. Several of the people in the area wrap their arms around Emily and are yelling with excitement,
"I will be right here to celebrate in the Pepsi Splash Zone #PepsiPrincessGang, but first I need to call someone out... Lexi Gold, you think that we’re done with each other simply because you won a match? WRONG! Dead wrong! I demand another match. And another one after that. And I want to keep smashing your face in, like I just did to Dianna, up until you've had your stupid little match with Buster at the Denzel Porter Invitational. This isn't even close to being over, you 24-karat BITCH!"
One of the fans hands Emily an ice cold can of Pepsi and Emily happily cracks it open and takes a long sip before toasting cans with some of the audience.
SAUCE BOSS: Well, today I learned something about Emily Simms.
CHERRY COLA: What’s that? She has a future that includes diabetes and dental work?
SAUCE BOSS: She has some fire in her belly. You have to respect someone who bounces back from a defeat and wants more.
CHERRY COLA: Screw you, Saucey. I don’t have to do sh*t but avoid taxes and die.
SAUCE BOSS: You might want to keep that on the hush hush.
CHERRY COLA: I don’t care! I’ll go back to Ryker’s! Three hots and a cot. I can work out as much as I want, finish that back tattoo I’ve been working on.
SAUCE BOSS: Don’t ever change.
COOKIE CARTER: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall, Emily Simms!!!
WINNER (via pinfall): Emily Simms
Match Length: 7 minutes 25 seconds
Host: Denise Essex with Special Guest: GOTH
A familiar polished steel plated desk stretches across a small sound stage bathed in soft pink and white lights from above. The reflective black granite desktop is sleek and streaked with pink and white ribbons of color and swirls trailing across its gleaming surface. Across the front, lit from behind by pink neon LEDs, hangs a sign emblazoned with the WGWF Logo, and the words 'Run Down' in brushed steel plated letters ringed in pink acrylic and just below it to the right the words, 'with Denise Essex' in flowing script of polished pink steel. We rejoin our host, Denise Essex, today adorned in a slim black pencil skirt and black silk blouse tied with a black ribbon at the neck. Her short sleeves are open, tied at the ends with black silk ribbon, and her black satin pumps and hairband finish off her outfit nicely. As always her smile is bright and cheerful as she looks up at the camera and begins her show.
“Ladies and gentlemen... fans of the WGWF... everyone out there in the EFed-A-Verse... welcome back to another edition of 'the RunDown with me... Denise Essex.', and today we are honored to welcome the “Mystery Entrant” himself... a newcomer to the WGWF making big waves in the West Coast Rumble... none other than GOTH!” she announces him as he makes his way through the pink curtains onto the stage.
Goth's massive frame is clad shoulder to heel in a sleek black Armani suit as he strides confidently across the stage, his dark, silver skull topped cane tapping the stage as his heavy black boots clomp with each step. He bows his head towards Denise politely before turning to the small crowd with a dark glare and a sly smile, before taking his seat at the trademarked desk.
“A pleasure to have you here today Goth. The world is clamoring to get to know the newest addition of the WGWF, and you sure made yourself important here on your first night! But, with the West Coast Rumble behind us now, and looking into the future of the Gothic Era of the WGWF, with the long tenure that you have, and the history in the industry, what brought you to the WGWF? And, further, as a former Fed-Head yourself, what do you look for in a company to go work in as a wrestler?” Denise leads into the interview curious of his intentions and what drew him here of all places.
Goth stares at Denise, rubs his hand across his walking cane that he takes with him everywhere when not wrestling and grins.
'What brought me to this company?? The desire to compete against some of the very best that the wrestling industry has to offer Denise, even though the wrestlers these days can perform some of the greatest moves that excites the crowd… I am positive that I can bring something to the dance that none of these young guns has ever seen before…. And that will give me the edge.” Goth answers with that sly grin creasing his face. He rubs his chin as he thinks a moment about the second part of the question Denise had asked him
“As a former fed head I owned every single wrestler, and even though I am not running this place… I intend to do the same, my pretty. I intend to own each and every single wrestler out there, as well as to change their lives in a way that nobody has ever seen before, but for that you just have to wait and see.” He smiles again as he looks out across the small crowd, casually ensuring his dominance over the roster and the WGWF.
Denise uncomfortably shifts in her chair at the compliment, but pushes on with the thoughts in her head for the next question, and smiles as she looks up at Goth, interested in the next snippet of information she is planning to pry from him about this past.
“I mentioned your long tenure a moment ago, and with such a long history in the industry, what is your proudest match? Maybe, the Title you're most proud to have won and held? Tell me about those moments in your career?” she continues on, waiting for him to consider the question.
“My proudest moment? Recently I competed in the first ever West Coast Rumble in many years…, a match of total survival and elimination. A match where you know that in the end you can be crowned World Heavyweight Champion. Now, even though I enjoyed that match, there is one match that I am truly proud of. The 2007 Psycho Circus Match.” Goth starts to answer as some crowd members cheer at the mention of the classic match that was performed in the historical Global Wrestling Alliance.
“A Hell in a Cell elimination match where there were eleven contestants. elimination could only begin after all competitors had entered the Cell structure, with the extra twist that each wrestler had to bring in a weapon of their own choosing…. And whomever ended up being the sole survivor was the World Heavyweight Champion. And in my first ever attempt in a match like that…. I became a two time world champion. So of all accomplishments that I have garnered throughout my career, THAT has to be my most memorable moment.” he says with a satisfied smile on his face thinking of that time in his career as the light pop from the crowd fills the cafe.
“Well... What about a moment in your past that hit you the hardest? Some Title or feud you were involved in that didn't end for you so well that you would like to rectify if you can? How would you go about that?” She drives forward, wanting to find out about what drives the man to keep doing this and what he hopes to revisit and maybe make a new outcome for something he had failed at earlier in his career.
Goth closes his eyes and is silent for a moment before turning his attention to Denise with a saddened look on his face.
“I have had matches that didn’t go my way. I have had feuds that I got screwed out of a win. But I have learned to live with that Denise, I haven’t become a 20 plus year veteran without dealing with disappointments...” the big man answers as the sly grin fades and a longing look of sadness creases his face. “But the one thing that I wish I could rectify, is something that none of us upon this planet could do.” he says as he looks down at the table and grips his cane, his knuckles white. He remains quiet for a few moments before finally answering the question sadly.
“It's the passing of my wife, the woman that I have been with since my teens and was by my side throughout the majority of my career. And to this very day, I still miss her.” he says, a slight quiver quaking across his chin as he struggles to maintain his composure, but manages with a forced smile as Goth hears a crowd chant that mentions the name of his wife. He acknowledges them by giving a small applause before turning back to face Denise.
She was not prepared. The answer caught her off guard, and embarrassed, she stumbled a bit on her words.
“Oh... Um... I'm so sorry. It's so hard to deal with loss, I can only imagine how you've handled that and still persevered to move forward in your career. With that in mind, all of the struggle and loss... What do you have left to accomplish? What goals do you have set for yourself in the coming years? Have any dream matches left to get under your belt? What does your next few years in the business look like?” she tries to get the conversation back into the future, and away from the sadness of his loss.
“Dream matches are for dreamers Denise, I seek people that dare to put their hearts and souls into a match with undoubtedly the greatest wrestling mind out there… Test their abilities and are prepared to suffer mentally and physically… Because I intend to put everyone in WGWF in their place… They will all understand Why I am HIM…. HE who was professed… “ Goth gushes, looking forward to the next few weeks and months.
“Well, maybe what are you looking forward to the most being in the WGWF now?” she prods further, trying to get him to spill the tea on who he has his eyes on or what his focus moving forward might be.
“Like I have already mentioned a few moments ago Denise, I am looking forward to educating these wrestlers in a fashion that only people like Chris Page may have experienced… Because let's be honest, you haven’t seen mind games unless you have experienced Goth… the King of Kings.” he gloats with that sly smile spreading back across his face.
“Any specific talent you have your eyes locked on to have a match with or maybe who do you want to have a match with this year that you have never faced before?” Denise pushes further to try to get a name...
“Oh there are plenty of talents out here that I would love to oppose in a match this year, and obviously everyone would say the World Heavyweight Champion. But I already have extended a warning to each and every wrestler out there that their dominance is already being questioned. Soon I will take down Joe Montuori in CCPE vs. The World… And I am sure that many others out there will follow shortly. But if you want to know if I got someone in sight??? Then I will have to tell you Denise, that you just have to wait and see how everything will change in the WGWF… starting today…” he smiles at her, his plans for the WGWF still held close to the chest.
“Well Goth, welcome to the WGWF, and it has been a pleasure to pick your brain today... Do you have any words for the fans or the roster of the WGWF with your entrance to the WGWF?” she asks plainly.
“There may be angels in this company, there may be liars and beggars. There may be champions and there may be losers. But each and every one of you are lost in your own misery…. And I intend to free you all from your misery… Don’t believe me?? All you have to do is watch and learn…” he says with his sly grin spreading wider across his face.
“Well... ladies and gentlemen, fans of the WGWF... that's all the time we have today. It has been a pleasure to have Goth in the studio with us today, and if you enjoyed the show, don't forget to drop down below, click the like and subscribe buttons, ding the notification bell, and never forget, I love each and every one of your face, and look forward to seeing you at the next one. Until then, this has been the Run Down with me... Denise Essex. Stay safe, take care, and I'll see you soon.” she signs off as the scene fades to black.
WGWF Presents:
Monday Night Brawl
1.16.23
CCPE Arena @ The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas
MATCH 1:
THE TRISTAN SLATER and MAC BANE vs MARK FLYNN and FRED DEBONAIR
MATCH 2:
Intercontinental Championship Tournament Match
BUSTER GLOVES vs BAM MILLER
MATCH 3:
WGWF Television Championship
ADDISON ANDREWS vs SONYA BENSON ©
MATCH 4:
FIRST BLOOD MATCH
ACE SKY vs SAMANTHA VOX
MAIN EVENT:
Intercontinental Championship Tournament Match
PAUL MONTUORI vs FINN KHUN