Post by "The Peoples GOAT" James Raven on Jan 17, 2023 21:34:23 GMT -5
1.16.2023
CCPE Arena @ The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas
The crowd inside the CCPE Arena is cheering loudly as Brawl takes the air, stomping their feet so powerfully that the cameras shake as they pan across the fans. We see homemade Show Stealerz signs, and a young girl in an Atara Raven Frost jersey. We see a King of the Midcarders Bomber jacket and a somewhat homeless looking man sitting in the front row… who’s also probably a Mark Flynn, according to the data.
The cheers immediately turn to loud boos, the crowd recognizing the theme song of the Mechanic. The spotlights swirl around the main entrance, doing figure eights across the stage, until they finally all line up on the doorway. Peter Vaughn then steps through, a broad smile on his face as he pats the WGWF World Heavyweight Title around his waist.
CENTURION: Love him or hate him, here comes our World Champion.
TYLER CAGE: I still can't believe, out of everyone in the Rumble, this guy came out on top.
CENTURION: He's definitely not who the crowd was wanting, if we're judging by their reaction tonight.
Vaughn makes his way into the ring, his smile having faded somewhat due to the crowd reaction. He shakes it off, though, pointing over towards Harvey Marx to do his job and make the announcement. Dutifully, Marx gets up and stands in the ring next to Vaughn, with Vaughn giving him some 'pointers' before finally gesturing for him to talk.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and gentlemen... introducing the winner of the West Coast Rumble... the five-time World Champion... and your current WGWF Heavyweight Champion Of The World... "The Mechanic" Peter Vaughn!!
Marx does his best, but the crowd still isn't pleased, letting their negativity fill up the arena. Vaughn just basks in it for a few moments, before shaking his head and turning to Marx. He pats him on the shoulder, apparently telling him that it's alright, then takes the mic from him. Marx makes a quick retreat, even as Vaughn turns towards the unhappy fans.
PETER VAUGHN: So I take it from the reaction that I'm not who you were expecting to see? Let me guess, you thought John Cable was going to win the Rumble, didn't you?
There's a pop for Cable's name, showing that many had been cheering for him.
PETER VAUGHN: Or maybe you were rooting for Tristan Slater?
A large cheer rings out.
PETER VAUGHN: Of course, there are always frantic fans for Raion Kido...
The crowd erupts, showing they love that guy.
PETER VAUGHN: Maybe you all thought Mark Cross would toss me out at the end...
This gets the largest cheer, as the crowd was really won over by Cross' performance in the Rumble.
PETER VAUGHN: And yet... you were all WRONG.
The crowd quickly changes, booing again, as Vaughn nods, expecting their reaction.
PETER VAUGHN: So you're all unhappy that, once again, the Mechanic is holding the top gold. But why, exactly, are you mad? Did I cheat to win this event? No, of course not, because the only rules of a Rumble are that both feet must touch the floor. Did I get an favorable draw, like your favorite, Cross? No. I came in #5 and had to fight through EVERYONE in the Rumble. Did I have an easy run of it? If you call getting thrown through a table and tossed to the announcer's area easy, you need to rethink your definitions, people.
CENTURION: I definitely don't like Vaughn, but you can't take away that he went through a war at the Rumble and came out on top.
TYLER CAGE: Maybe, but that doesn't mean we can't wish it was somebody else!
The crowd starts up a "Dragon" chant, with Vaughn looking annoyed now.
PETER VAUGHN: I seriously don't know what it takes to please you people. I gave you the Rumble performance of a lifetime. The world saw me survive, time and time again. I was the most thrilling participant on the night, and I deserved to take home the World Heavyweight Title. And if you all are disappointed in that, you're going to really hate the next few months as I reign supreme against everyone who stands against me, and that includes your little Dragon.
Sensing an opening, the crowd doubles up on their Dragon chant, causing Vaughn to lower his mic for a moment.
CENTURION: No doubts about who this crowd is rooting for at the moment.
TYLER CAGE: I don't know why Vaughn was expecting a different reaction tonight, no matter how impressive a victory.
PETER VAUGHN: Sure, you guys have fun with your chants. But in the end, you're going to eat your words, as I plan on putting on another Hall of Fame performance at WrestleWars and cracking Cross across the chin, before I make him take the Plunge. You all aren't getting rid of me for a long, long time... because I'm a champion, boyos!
Vaughn pulls off the World Title and holds it over his head, even as the crowd shows their dislike once more. Vaughn climbs up the turnbuckle, showing off the gold, as we slowly cut away to commercial.
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We return to ringside.
The arena lights go black and the video begins to play. Once the lyrics start, Fred Debonair steps out through the curtains and stands on the ramp as the place erupts into a chorus of boos and jeers. Fred closes his eyes, soaking up the hate as he puts his hands out and wiggles his fingers in a motion signifying he wants the crowd to keep it up. Laughing he makes his day down to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope.
Fred stands and hops up onto the turnbuckle, raising his arms, once again feeling the heated hate billowing from the crowd, he flips them off and drops onto the canvas as his music fades and the lights return to normal…
CENTURION: I can't believe we’re getting a match with this much star power to kick off the show!
TYLER CAGE: Well, pick up your jaw and act like you’ve been here before.
CENTURION: You’ve gotten entirely too comfortable with me…
The "Eleanor Rigby” instrumental by the Beatles replaces Fred Debonairs music, and Mark Flynn steps out to the stage in a dazzling blue robe. Across the back, it says "King of the Midcarders". He has no expression and makes no eye contact with anyone on his way to the ring. He climbs the ring steps and joins Fred in the ring.
CENTURION: You never get tired of seeing pageantry like that.
TYLER CAGE: Sorry, I was lookin’ at the baddie behind the timekeeper…
Before Tyler can elaborate, the first cords of “The Enemy” by Godsmack begin to play, the big Texan Mac Bane is out on the stage. He is attired in all black, leather duster, trunks, cowboy hat and boots. He stares downward as the pyro erupts behind him and on both sides. The lights go out and then a single spotlight shines on him.
Soon, a second spotlight appears beside him and Tristan Slater steps out to the stage to join him. Mac Bane raises both arms in the “Hook’em Horns” fashion and then snaps his arms back down by his side as pyro erupts from the ring post, Tristan Slater posing beside him. They nod their heads along with the music and continue down the ramp and to the ring steps. Together they climb up to the apron, and into the ring where they eye Debonair and Flynn coldly.
CENTURION: I like that Mac and Slater came out together there… it really shows a lot of synergy between them heading into a big match like this.
TYLER CAGE: I think it’s just an entrance, Cent.
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MATCH 1:
Tag Team Attraction
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CENTURION: What a way to kick off tonight’s fallout edition of Brawl than with a heated Tag Team Attraction!
TYLER CAGE: Let’s F’N go!
Mac Bane and Fred Debonair start things off for their respective teams. They circle each other before locking up center ring. They jockey for position before shoving off each other with a stalemate.
CENTURION: Shoutout to Mac Bane who just last night captured the Sin City World Heavyweight Championship for a third time.
Fred jaws at Mac before they lock up a second time, only this time Mac latches onto a side headlock. Bane cranks on Fred’s head before being backed up against the ropes and shot across the ring, Mac bounces off the farside and runs over Fred with a running shoulder block sending Debonair down to the mat to a pop from the crowd. Mac immediately starts putting the boots to Debonair before picking him up and shooting him into a neutral corner, Mac charges in where he eats a reverse elbow staggering him back out toward the middle of the ring.
Fred explodes out from the buckles with a spinning heel kick taking Mac down as Debonair is quickly into a cover.
1!!
2!!
TH..
Kick out by Mac Bane. Debonair transitions into a rear chin lock.
TYLER CAGE: Debonair has a lot to prove after coming up short as the last Rumble entrant if you ask me.
The referee checks the chinlock ensuring there isn’t a choke before asking Mac if he wants to surrender. Mac refuses and starts working his way back up to his feet, he turns into the chin lock and backs Fred up against the ropes where he shoots him across the ring, Fred bounces off the farside into a blind tag by Flynn, Fred bounces off the near side ducking under a Bane lariat attempt, Mac spins around as Fred bounces off the far side, Flynn slips into the ring behind Mac latching onto a back waist lock as Fred plows into Bane with a Lariat of his own into a bridging German Suplex from Flynn!
1!!
2!!
THR…
Mac escapes with a kick out to a huge pop from the crowd while Flynn is getting back to his feet. Mark glances over at Slater flipping him off! Tristan tries to get into the ring only to be cut of by the referee allowing Flynn and Debonair to stomp away at Mac Bane to a roar of boos from the crowd. Fred slips out to the apron before the referee spins back around.
CENTURION: Slater has to keep his emotions in check because actions like that don’t do anything but hinder your partner.
Mark reaches down picking Mac up where he takes him back into the ropes, Flynn flings Mac across the ring, Mac bounces off the nearside while Flynn drops his head, Mac counters the back body drop attempt into a swinging neckbreaker! Slater has his arm extended out toward Mac who crawls toward the corner making the tag to Slater just as Flynn is getting back to his feet. THE Tristan Slater scales the turnbuckles and leaps off the top rope with a Flying Reverse Elbow connecting to the jaw of Flynn taking him back down to the mat to a roar from the crowd.
Slater knips up to his feet where he turns and blasts Debonair with a forearm sending him tumbling down to the floor!
Slater spins around picking Flynn up off the mat where he snaps off a Fisherman’s Suplex with a bridge!
1!!
2!!
THR…
Flynn escapes with a kick out!
TYLER CAGE: There is no love loss between either Flynn or Debonair from THE Tristan Slater, these guys broke his wrist and now Slater wants to break some faces!
Slater is back to his feet where he sizes up Flynn who rolls over to his chest and starts pushing himself up off the mat. THE Tristan Slater looks to bounce off the ropes only to have Fred latch onto his right ankle halting his process. Tristan spins around as the crowd boos Fred who holds up both hands. Flynn is back to his feet and when Tristan spins around he walks into a Belly to Belly suplex! Fred climbs back up on the apron where Flynn makes the tag. Debonair is back in the ring stomping away at Slater like he owes him money! He lays Slater’s right wrist across the mat where he leaps up in the air and stomps directly down on it to massive boos from the crowd as Slater screams out in pain clutching the wrist.
Fred taunts Slater with a smile on his face which only brings louder boos from the crowd.
Debonair picks Slater up and drives him back into a neutral corner where he laces him across the chest with a series of knife edge chops before looking to send Slater across the ring into the opposite buckles, Tristan reverses and it’s Fred who crashing into the corner with Slater rushing in behind him delivering a step up knee to the jaw followed by a Running Bulldog driving Fred into the mat to a roar from the crowd!
CENTURION: Slater needs to make the tag!
The crowd gets louder and louder as Slater gets closer to his corner before making the tag back to Mac Bane! Las Vegas pops huge as Mac steps through the ropes cutting off Flynn who enters with a hard right hand, followed by a second and then a third before throwing Flynn over the top rope and sending him crashing down to the floor! Mac spins around and walks into a thumb to the eye by Debonair!
Fred follows up with a Side Russian Leg Sweep!
Debonair floats over into the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Mac escapes with a kick out.
TYLER CAGE: Listen to the Baddies scream out with sheer lust toward Fred.
CENTURION: Do we need to check your temperature?
Fred is back to his feet where he backs himself up into a neutral corner and climbs up on the middle ropes. Debonair sizes up Mac who is pulling himself back to his feet, and as he gets to a vertical base Fred leaps off the middle rope with a High Knee! Mac side steps Fred sending Fred landing on his feet, Debonair spins around and walks into an inverted Atomic Drop by Bane who follows up with a boot to the midsection doubling Fred over! Mac positions him for a Powerbomb as he takes an imaginary puff from a cigar and puts it out on Fred’s back and then hoists Fred up and drives him down with a vicious Powerbomb!
The crowd explodes as Mac makes the cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
The crowd gasps as Fred pops the left shoulder off the mat at the final second!
TYLER CAGE: Bane almost put Fred away with that devastating Powerbomb!
Mac backs himself up into a neutral corner as he calls for the Superkick!
CENTURION: Mac could be looking for G’Night Princess!
The crowd starts to get louder and louder as Fred starts to push himself up off the mat. He gets to his feet and spins around toward the corner housing Mac! Mac Bane comes out from the corner with the Superkick! Fred ducks at the final second where he tags Flynn back in. Mac spins around and Fred looks for the Enigma Divide but Mac counters with a back body drop! Bane doesn’t see Flynn who is up on the top turnbuckle where he leaps off with a Flying Knee to the temple of Bane!
Flynn quickly executes the cover hooking the near leg!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
The roof explodes for Mac who escapes with a kick out! Slater rallies the crowd from the ring apron as he smacks the top turnbuckle igniting clapping in unison from the crowd. Flynn, with a look of disgust takes mount on Mac Bane and starts hammering down with a series of right hands! The referee lays the count to Mark who breaks at the four count. Mark steps back to his feet where he’s admonished by the referee. Naturally Mark doesn’t give two shits as he blows past the referee picking Mac up off the mat. He drives Bane back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring, Mac bonces off the far side where Slater makes a blind tag!
Bane bounces off the ropes where he baseball slides between Mark’s legs.
Mark spins around to take advantage of Mac but it’s Slater who springboards off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick to the back of Flynn’s head knocking him down to the mat! Mac slides out to the floor while Slater rolls out to the ring apron. He gets to his feet where he scales the turnbuckles with catlike quickness! He zones in on Flynn who lays on the mat. Slater looks for a picture perfect Shooting Star Press on Flynn only to have Fred yank Flynn by his ankles under the bottom rope and out to safety sending Slater crashing and burning to massive heat from the Las Vegas crowd.
TYLER CAGE: That’s what you call teamwork right there! Fred just saved his partner from what might have been a lights out Shooting Star Press!
Mac is back on the apron with the tag rope in hand as Flynn gets himself together and slides back into the ring. He reaches down picking Slater up off the mat where he sets him up for The End! Mark locks in the front face lock but as he looks for the vertical suplex it’s Slater who blocks, and when Flynn looks for a second pick-up attempt Slater blocks it again! Tristan counters with a pickup of his own before jackhammering Flynn down into the canvas!
Slater has the cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Fred breaks the count to massive boos from the crowd!
Fred grabs Flynn by the wrist and drags him out from underneath Slater, pulling him slowly towards their corner. The referee quickly rushes over to him and pulls him away from his partner, telling Fred to get out of the ring and stop interfering. The referee ushers him back to his corner, and Tristan Slater bends down to grab ahold of Mark Flynn… but Flynn nails him with a low blow! The crowd groans loudly as Slater drops to his knees, clutching his groin in pain.
CENTURION: The referee never saw it! His back was turned!
TYLER CAGE: With Slater down, and Fred Debonair back on the apron… Flynn dives to make the tag!
Mark Flynn slaps the waiting and outstretched hand of Fred Debonair who hops over the ropes and blows past the referee, charging Tristan Slater as he climbs back to his feet. Slater drops back to the canvas, catching Fred with a drop toe hold before popping back to his feet and diving across the ring towards the opposite corner… Tristan tags in Mac Bane!
Mac steps through the ropes calmly, rolling the shoulders of his hulking frame as he eyes Fred Debonair. Fred climbs back to his feet and stares back at him, shouting for him to bring it on.
CENTURION: Tristan Slater isn’t getting out of the ring.
TYLER CAGE: He’s been staring at Mark Flynn on the apron. He took that low blow personally!
CENTURION: Right. Because after everything these men have done and said to each other over the past couple of months, THAT was the line.
TYLER CAGE: Hey, man… nobody likes being punched in the dick.
CENTURION: … you got me there, kid.
Tristan takes off across the ring, diving over the top rope and tacking Mark Flynn off of the apron and to the floor below!
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
Flynn and Slater pop to their feet and begin to hammer each other with punches in front of the front row fans, showering them with blood and sweat. Sexy. The referee takes a step towards the ropes to try and separate them but back inside the ropes Mac Bane and Fred Debonair tie up! Fred boots Mac in the shin before blowing past him and off the ropes. Mac Bane turns around, and Fred has already rebounded back and catches him with a clothesline across the chest. Mac Bane stumbles backwards, but doesn’t go down. Not to be defeated Fred Debonair falls back off the ropes, and charges forward with another clothesline…
CENTURION: G’NIGHT PRINCESS!
TYLER CAGE: Mac Bane just super kicked the hair gel off of Fred Debonair’s skull!
Following the sickening crack of boot on bone, Fred Debonair slumps to the canvas. Mac Bane drops to his knees, collapsing over Fred for the pin.
ONE!
Mark Flynn and Tristan Slater are still brawling outside the ring!
TWO!
Mark Flynn smashes Tristan Slater into the steel ring steps, then tosses him down to the floor!
THREE!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL:
MAC BANE & TRISTAN SLATER
Match Time: 19:13
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“The Enemy” by Godsmack blasts over the sound system as Mac Bane stands up and looms over Fred Debonair triumphantly, but he doesn’t even allow the referee to raise his hand before he spots Mark Flynn kicking at Tristan as Slater tries to cover up and protect himself on the floor. Mac Bane charges and slides out underneath the bottom rope, rushing towards the two men. Flynn sees him coming and spins away from Slater, darting over to the base of the entrance ramp and flipping Mac Bane off from a distance. Bane kneels over to help Slater up to his feet as Flynn continues to jeer the duo.
CENTURION: WGWF Security is pouring out of the back and getting in front of Mark Flynn, cutting him off from Mac Bane and Tristan Slater.
TYLER CAGE: Good. This all seems like it was gonna get ugly.
CENTURION: Bane and Slater pick up the win here tonight, but as Fred Debonair recovers in the ring and Mark Flynn is escorted up the ramp… I don’t think this is over…
TYLER CAGE: Ya don’t say, Sherlock.
Centurion sits in silence as the fans cheer loudly, and the camera fades out.
We cut to commercial, the screen lighting up with images of the Toronto city skyline before suddenly freezing over and shattering in a very cheesy but classic sort of 90’s movie transition. Don’t be a hater.
The cityscape is replaced with footage of members of the Toronto Frost, a popular football team in the LFL. Atara Raven mosses some unfortunate defensive back and dances in the endzone. Mila Sauvage sacks the quarterback and sends the ball bouncing across the grass. Lisse Hope hitsticks a ball carrier and steals their soul.
The NFL season is winding down, but the LFL season is just getting started… get your football fix and support the Toronto Frost, owned by James Raven, or support a different team if you want to be lame about it. It doesn’t really matter to him, it all funnels back to him anyway.
We cut back to Atara Raven dancing in the endzone, because she does it a lot, and you may as well get used to seeing it.
The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by Jay Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana and this week he is accompanied by his uncle and manager, Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” Perez, who is holding a full bottle of tequila on his hand. Cholo flashes that million-dollar smile of his as he raises his usual Mezcal drink to the crowd. He and Paco soak all the cheers in, feeling the love from the fans, and after a few seconds they make their way to the ring. Paco walks slowly up the steps and gets inside the ring. Cholo jumps up on the apron and after wiping his boots, always respecting the ring, he gets inside. He walks towards the middle nodding his head to the beat of the catchy song, making his afro wave back and forth. Some of the fans get into it, especially the ladies and Cholo points and winks to some. He and Paco get a mic handed to them as the music dies down, Cholo speaks first.
CHOLO: COMO ESTA MI GENTE?!
The crowd cheers loudly, letting Cholo know they are doing just fine.
CHOLO: That’s what Cholo is talkin’ about… It doesn’t matter how bad things get, you guys are always out there, showing Cholo love and he truly appreciates it. Gracias!
More cheers from the crowd.
CHOLO: Now it hasn’t been a good few weeks for Cholo, but before he addresses where he is at, and what is next for him, my tio wanted to get something off his chest. Go ahead Paco.
Paco: Gracias mi’jo! I know everyone’s time is precious, so I’ll keep it short… Mike Mason, donde estas hijo de puta?!
The crowd boos loudly at the mention of Cholo’s self-proclaimed rival.
Paco: For weeks, wherever Cholo went, you were there chasing him… but after attacking me like the coward that you are.. and costing mi’jo his Television championship, all the sudden, you are no where to be found. All the sudden, you are not booked in matches… at the WCR, you showed up right before your number was called and bailed right after you were eliminated… You know, for someone who claims to be the “Mecca of Manhood” you sure are hiding from us likethe “Mecca of Caca Pants!”
The crowd laughs and a “caca pants! Caca pants!” chant gets started.
Paco: Well Mr. Caca Pants, you can’t hide forever, and I want you to know that whenever I see you next…
He holds up the tequila bottle.
Paco: I have a full bottle of my finest tequila with your name on it and we are not drinking it puto! I’m bashing you in the head with it, and then carving your culo up with the broken glass!
Paco is on fire tonight and the crowd cheers loudly. Cholo has to calm him down and tells him to go chill in the corner while he does his part.
CHOLO: Tranquilo Tio, tranquilo. To Cholo it seems that is a waste of some damn good tequila… but you do you… Just a question though… Cholo thought his name was “Delicious” Milk Mayson, are you sure we going after the same guy?
Paco shakes his head and can’t help but laugh… Cholo doesn’t seem to get what’s so funny but he does wink to a good looking red hair on the front row. He moves on.
CHOLO: Mi gente, like Cholo said, it has been a rough few outings for Cholo… Not only did he not win the television championship, but he also did not win the West Coast Rumble to become the new World Champion despite being in it for over forty minutes...
The crowd gives him a nice reaction for his efforts.
CHOLO: Gracias, gracias… But Cholo is not one to make excuses, and what is done is done… So Sonia Benson, ¡felicidades! Pedro, mi amigo mecanico, ¡FELICIDADES! Let us fiesta whenever you want, that is, if you manage to pull Marcos’ head out of your culo…
The crowd and Paco chuckle.
CHOLO: ANY-WAY! Cholo’s mama had a saying… “No hay mal, que por bien no venga…” And what that loosely translates to is, there is no bad thing, that a good thing can’t come from… and how right she was… Sure Cholo lost a chance to be the first Television champion… Sure he couldn’t become the new World Champion… But from day one, Cholo has been referring to himself as the “Intercontinental Star made for Television”. The key word this time being Intercontinental… Tonight we have some matches being fought for a chance at the Intercontinental championship. But those aren’t the only matches… Cholo is here tonight to tell you that at the next Brawl, Cholo will be competing for a shot at that title as well!
The crowd cheers loudly and a chant of “you deserve it!” gets started.
CHOLO: No-no, Cholo doesn’t deserve a damn thing… But next week mi gente, in front of all of you, and regardless of who my opponent is, Cholo is damn sure going to earn it!
He smiles broadly and raises his arms as his music hits. Paco puts down his bottle and applauds proudly along with the rest of the CCPE arena.
We return to Centurion and Tyler Cage at ringside.
CENTURION: Ladies and gentlemen-
TYLER CAGE: Baddies and ballers.
CENTURION: Whatever. It’s time to kick off the WGWF Intercontinental Championship tournament.
TYLER CAGE: I LOVE this match up. These two are gonna beat the hell outta each other, aren’t they?
CENTURION: Oh, I certainly hope so.
The crowd erupts as Bam Miller's entrance music fills the arena. Miller, decked out in his signature black and white gear, confidently strides down the aisle, ignoring the jeers and insults being hurled at him by the fans. As he steps into the ring, he surveys the crowd with a sly smile, relishing the opportunity to show off his skills in the squared circle.
The lights go out. The sounds of music and a snorting bull fill the arena as smoke rises from the stage. The lights return and Buster Gloves emerges from the fog as the words "BUSTER GLOVES" play on the tron. "Burn", as played by Stabbing Westward, plays as blue and white lasers bounce around the room. The imposing figure of Buster Gloves emerges, staring at Bam coldly.
CENTURION: Buster has not been shy about his intention to pick off the members of CCPE, and cross off names from the list James Raven gave him.
TYLER CAGE: … and Bam Miller took that personally.
Buster Gloves demands a microphone, and is promptly handed one.
"Bam, the Enterprise you work for is full of no-good liars and cheaters. What we have here tonight is the first match of many to determine who is our first Intercontinental Champion. I’m sure you have some kind of dirty plan to steal a win tonight, so I decided to do a little work of my own to keep the integrity of this tournament alive. At the West Coast Rumble, I promised to reveal the group of wrestlers who are gonna help me clean up this business. And I’m proud to have them here with me tonight, for this match, to keep things clean and fair." Buster growls, his voice dripping with contempt. "That’s right. I brought backup, and I invited them to come and join me… right now…
The lights in the arena dim, and a hush falls over the crowd. yellow and white lasers bounce around the arena for twenty seconds, but nobody emerges from the tunnels. The crowd stirs and then the laughing face of The Punisher flickers to life on the jumbotron.
"Buster Gloves…" Punisher says, his voice booming through the arena's speakers. "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. As a partial owner of the WGWF, I’ve made the executive decision that your backup won't be joining you tonight. In fact, all non-contracted wrestlers have been detained and removed from the backstage area. You're on your own against Miller tonight. Also… I hate you. Goodbye."
The jumbrotron fades as full lights return to the arena. Bewildered and in shock, Buster’s shoulders slump and the microphone hand just dangles from his side.
We cut back to the ring, where Bam Miller is hunched over in laughter, holding his sides.
It’s enough to goad Buster into a fight. He drops the mic on the stage and charges down the ramp at the ring. DING DING DING! And the two wrestlers collide in a flurry of fists and grunts. The match is on, and it's sure to be a wild one.
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MATCH 2:
Intercontinental Championship Tournament Match
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The two trade rights and lefts to the delight of the crowd, Gloves landing first as he hooks Bam to the body and follows with a left cross to the jaw. Bam stumbles backwards, looking hurt as he tries to sucker Gloves in closer. Buster advances warily, and with good reason. As soon as he’s in range Bam throws a heavy front kick at his chest, but Gloves is able to catch Bam's foot and leg sweep him to the canvas. Buster pounces on Bam immediately and tries to roll him over to his stomach and throw a front headlock on, but Bam pulls away and scrambles up to his knees, battering Buster with a few punches before popping back up to his feet and charging off the ropes.
Bam launches himself at the kneeling Buster Gloves, looking for a flying knee, but Buster turns away and takes the brunt of the impact on his shoulder and back. Regardless, both men tumble across the mat and the crowd cheers their frantic early pace. The two men race each other back to their feet, and Bam drives a heavy right hand across the jaw of Buster Gloves and wobbles him. Bam grabs Buster and shoves him backward, forcing him into the corner. Bam smashes Buster with a forearm to the nose, then hits a powerful hook to the body before hooking Busters head and DDTing him to the canvas. Bam drags Buster out of the corner and makes a quick cover!
ONE!
TW-
Buster gets a shoulder up, squirming out from underneath Bam and pulling himself up with the ropes. Ba steps towards him, but Buster throws a kick to keep him at bay. Bam steps forward again and Buster dives at his waist, catching Miller off balance and scooping him to the mat with a nice double leg. Buster circles around Bam’s downed body until he’s in north south position, and he begins working to secure Bam’s neck for a submission. Bam Miller fires a few knees up into Buster’s head, and it’s eventually enough to make Gloves release him.
CENTURION: These two are going… AT IT!
TYLER CAGE: No backward steps. No moment to breathe. They just want to bludgeon each other.
Both men climb back to their feet, and Bam Miller jumps up for a standing dropkick. Gloves steps clear and Bam rolls back to his feet quickly, but Buster is on him in a flash. He rocks Miller with a European uppercut, sending him stumbling back into the corner. Buster chases after him and locks him up with a muay thai clinch, throwing several vicious knees at the midsection of Bam. Bam takes several hard knees, unable to block them while trying to free himself from the clinch. Finally he drops his hands low to protect his midsection… and Buster whips his head down and drives a powerful knee up into his face, busting his nose open and unleashing a torrential downpour of blood on the mat.
CENTURION: OF MY GOD!
TYLER CAGE: BAM JUST GOT FLAT LINED!
Bam falls straight back, collapsing like a tree in the woods… but everyone in the CCPE Arena hears it. They explode wildly as Buster Gloves throws himself on Bam, looking to the referee and telling him to hurry into position!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
CENTURION: Bam gets a shoulder up! He’s not giving up his shot at the Intercontinental Championship that easily…
TYLER CAGE: I don’t think he wants to give Buster the satisfaction of crossing him off the list.
Buster sits up to his knees, surprised, but doesn’t waste the momentum. He snatches one of Bam’s arms and stretches it out, looking for an armbar. Still semi-conscious and operating on instinct and reflex alone, Bam rolls over and sucks his arm back into his body. Free from Busters grip Bam stumbles up to his feet. Buster pops up and tries to irish whip the groggy Bam Miller across the ring, but Bam somehow anchors himself in place and doesn’t budge. He boots Buster in the midsection, doubling him over. He drives an elbow down into Busters back, dropping him to a knee before stepping around to the back of Gloves’ and throwing on a sleeper hold! Buster tugs at Bams arm but Miller has it locked in tight and begins to shake Gloves from side to side like a dog with a rope toy.
The referee steps in front of the two men, trying to look Buster in the eyes as Bam literally chokes the life out of him. He asks if Buster wants to quit, but Gloves suddenly pins Bams chin to the top of his head and drops to the mat. Jawbreaker! Bam Miller collapses once more, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Buster crawls over to him, gasping for breath, and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
T-
Bam gets a shoulder up again!
Bam Miller shoves Buster Gloves off of him, crawling across the mat to the far corner as Buster Gloves sits on his knees in stunned silence. Bam wipes the blood as it pours from his nose, smearing it across his mouth horrifically. He shrugs, chuckling to himself. He uses the ropes to pull himself back up and quickly begins yelling at Buster and telling him to get up. Gloves climbs slowly to his feet, lifting his fists defensively as Bam approaches him.
CENTURION: These two are battered.
TYLER CAGE: They’re not done battering.
Bam throws a low kick that catches Gloves in the thigh. Buster ducks down, trying to catch the kick, and while he’s doubled over Bam looks for his patented stunner! Buster shoves him out of the way just in time, and winds up, looking for the Heartbreaker! Bam is able to deflect the punch, then grabs ahold of Buster's arm and pins it to his side. Buster tries to pull away, but isn’t able to… and with only one free hand, he’s unable to defend himself as Bam begins hammering him with right hands!
“One! Two! Three!”
Buster Gloves drops to a knee, using his one free hand to try and cover his face and block the shots, but Bam pulls him back up to his feet and continues to hammer him! He transitions to elbows instead of punches and pounds Gloves violently.
“Four! Five! Six!”
Bam busts Buster open, leaving him dripping blood from the forehead and masking his entire face in a crimson shine.
CENTURION: Oh god! Oh God, it looks like Bam has Buster trapped!
TYLER CAGE: Buster drops to his knees again, but again Bam Miller hoists him up to his feet… still trapping his arm!
CENTURION: This could be the end of the road for Buster!
Out of sheer desperation Buster uses his free arm to grab Bam around the neck, trying to drag him to the canvas and trap him in a choke hold. Bam struggles to free his head but eventually settles to continue slamming fists into the ribs and midsection of Buster Gloves. The duo collapse to the canvas, intertwined with each other. The fans scream and gasp as Bam hammers Buster, trying desperately to beat him into unconsciousness as Gloves continues to battle to lock him into a one armed guillotine! Blood splatters across the canvas, the panting and heaving of both men easily heard through the CCPE Arena despite the screaming fans.
CENTURION: Buster Gloves looks like he’s about to pass out!
TYLER CAGE: The referee is checking on Bam Miller! BAM STOPS FIRING PUNCHES… AND… AND…
DING! DING! DING!
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WINNER VIA REFEREE STOPPAGE:
ADVANCING IN THE INTERCONTINENTAL TOURNAMENT
BUSTER GLOVES
Match Time: 14:40
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The referee pries Busters arm from around Bam Miller's neck, and Bam rolls limply off of Buster and lays flat on his back beside him. Buster Gloves doesn’t move for a long while, then simply lifts one hand to his face to try and wipe away all of the blood. Bam Miller, equally bloodied, sputters and gasps for breath.
CENTURION: What the HELL just happened?
TYLER CAGE: A war, Cent. A goddamn war.
CENTURION: Did Buster put Bam to sleep? Did Miller tap?
TYLER CAGE: He didn’t tap. He was fighting until the bitter end, and if he had gotten a couple more punches off the referee would have had to step in and save Buster!
The referee tells Buster to stand up, so that he can raise his hand. Buster doesn’t budge. He coughs and spasms, blood sputtering between his lips as the referees eyes widen. He signals to the backstage area for medical attention, and several company doctors and paramedics rush out and down the ramp towards the ring.
CENTURION: The Punisher made sure that nobody was able to help Buster here tonight. The Bull of the North is able to find a way to win, anyways, and advances in the Intercontinental tournament… but at what cost?
TYLER CAGE: Bam Miller rolls over to his knees. He looks pissed, as he should be… he nearly won there… but he sees the motionless body of Buster Gloves being attended to, and smirks to himself.
Bam crawls over to the corner and leans back against the turnbuckle. He watches the paramedics clean up his handiwork as the crowd sits in an eerie quiet.
We fade away from the ring.
We cut to the backstage area where we find The Golden Goddess herself, Lexi Gold, inside of her locker room. She didn't notice the cameras were on her. Instead, her focus was on the television screen, which shows her watching a replay of her match against Emily Simms at the West Coast Rumble. She was wearing a snake print dress, matching long gloves and heels. While watching the replay, she showed no emotion on her face as the part where she won is seen. It is unclear now what was going through her mind.
Suddenly we can hear a knock on the door of her locker room, this causes Lexi to snap out of her concentration from viewing the television screen as she pauses it.
Lexi Gold: Who could this be???
She shrugs her shoulders as she took a moment to think about a possible answer to her own question, but decides to just find out as she walks towards the door. She opens it and stares at a rather young looking backstage employee, who is wearing a headset over his head and is chewing on something that doesn’t remotely resembles anything edible. This causes Lexi to nearly puke, but shows a forced smile instead.
Lexi Gold: How can I help you??
The backstage employee looks up from the sandwich he is eating from, wiping some of the sauce of his mouth before starting to talk.
Employee: You Lexi Gold??
Lexi gives a bright smile as she nods her head.
Lexi Gold: Yeah, that’s me?? What can I…
Employee: I got an invitation for you.
The employee says as he cuts Lexi off mid sentence. Handing her an envelope before walking off again. Lexi stares at the invite before looking around to see if she could perhaps stop the employee, only to notice that he is nowhere to be found.
Lexi Gold: Hm, let’s see what this is all about??
She says as she shrugs her shoulders before closing the door, carefully using her fingers to open the envelope and picks up an invite that looks at the note, the paper looks to be a few hundred years old as she carefully reads the invite that seems to be written down by a feather and ink.
Lexi Gold: Hereby it’s my distinguished honor to invite you lady Gold to a masked ball at the following address, date and time. The only rules that you need to follow is to bring this invite and to wear a mask…. Greetings….. An admirer…
Lexi looks the invite over several times, even turning it around to see if she could find a clue of the identity of the person who had written it. To finally shrug her shoulders and stare at the invite with a smile upon her face.
Lexi Gold: I’m going to a masked ball??? Awesome!!!!
She quickly grabs her belongings before leaving the locker room while carrying the invite in her hands as the shot slowly fades to a commercial break.
The opening guitar riff to Breaking Benjamin’s “Blood” erupts over the speakers of the CCPE Arena, announcing the arrival of none other than number one contender for the World Heavyweight title Mark “The Dragon” Cross. The man himself appears on the ramp, sporting a vintage silver Oakland Raiders jersey, a large #12 on the front.
The Dragon: Now I know I may have been playing in another city when I last wore this jersey…lining up alongside the once-great Jerry Rice…but I think I can get away with saying WHAT’S UP RAIDER NATIONNNNNNNNN?
As the crowd explodes into cheers, Mark turns to reveal the CROSS on the back of his jersey, arms outstretched, drinking in the atmosphere for just a few moments, before turning and heading for the ring.
The Dragon: Welllll…it’s good to know a cheap pop still works, huh? Let me just get myself up in here where you can see me better real quick…
With a couple of quick motions, Mark hops himself onto the apron and ducks under the ropes, a pop of the microphone as it brushes against one of the cables.
The Dragon: Well well well…what a fucking Rumble, huh? Am I right? Were you guys seeing that shit? Damn…
The crowd erupts into another spell of cheers, which subsides as Mark waves his hand down.
The Dragon: Was kinda hoping for a ‘THAT WAS AWESOME’ chant or something but hey, you guys aren’t dancing monkeys, I get it. Anyway…down to business. See…a lot of things haven’t gone the way I was predicting lately. After all, for all my talk, all the gusto…I didn’t expect to make it to the final two. I didn’t expect to be the number one contender for the World Heavyweight title. Oh no…not at all. I expected to win the whole fucking thing.
Peter Vaughn stands in the spot that is rightfully mine.
Why rightfully, you might hear me ask?
It’s nothing more than inevitability. The number one prize in the company, the pinnacle, the peak. Held by the number one COMPETITOR in the company. The number one WRESTLER on the roster. Sometimes it takes a little while to shake out, but luck is finite…it always runs out…and the cream always rises to the top. We won’t have long to wait before there’s a correction.
Peter has the hot hand right now. He’s been winning most everything he wants to lay his hands on. He had one hell of a 2022 and in 2023? He’s going to want that to continue and all but umm…
Mark leans in close to the microphone, his voice a whisper
The Dragon: …he lost a couple of his nine lives out there in the Rumble.
Now I know a lot of you were surprised that the whole thing didn’t turn into one big CCPE schmohz-fest out there but Page’s boys, to their credit? They’ve been doing a pretty good job of the put-up-or-shut-up routine for the most part. After all, we can’t have a whole crew of Sonya Benson’s running around now can we? Although I guess there’s that question of optics and all…
Starts a wrestling company…names arena after your little collective…have the World champion on your books…might make the opportunities a little ‘limited’ for those on the outside looking in and all…could be a little bad for business, dontcha think, RAIDER NATION?
As the football fans in the arena start to pop off again, Mark waves his hands down
The Dragon: Alright alright alright, sorry I couldn’t resist. Now…this is what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna correct a couple of things at WrestleWars. By the end of the night, that World Heavyweight title is going to end up in the hands of the single best wrestler in this company. One-on-one, straight up, without eighteen other distractions…and that man will not be part of the exclusive little club who calls all the shots and pays all the salaries. A club that…well…I never really found out why I got passed up for, but that mistake will become crystal clear in no time at all. You’ve got some great guys, Chris…but you forgot about the BEST guy…and if anyone’s going to pry that title from out of my cold, dead grasp? I can GUARANTEE it won’t be one of yours. Hey, think fast…
Mark slings the microphone over his shoulder, in the general direction of the announce table without a single look. He leaves the ring, striding towards the back with purpose to the sound of his entrance music, and the buzz of the crowd.
CENTURION: Welcome back to ringside! We’ve finally got Bam Miller and Buster Gloves to the back, and we change gears from the WGWF Intercontinental tournament… to the WGWF Television Championship!
TYLER CAGE: Addison Andrews takes on the champion, Sonya Benson… and I think she could get it done, Cent.
CENTURION: You know Sonya will do whatever she can to win. You never know what sort of trick she may be able to pull out of her bag.
“Bleed American” by Jimmy Eat World hits over the arena as Addison walks out from behind the curtain. She stands at the top of the ramp and looks at both sides of the arena, she nods her head to get amped up and walks down the ramp, trying to fit in some high fives on both sides on the way down. She walks to the hardcam side and rolls into the ring. She takes off her jacket and tosses it to the outside of the ring before standing on the bottom rope, she leans over the top doing a quick pose to the hard cam before dropping back into the ring.
“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.
CENTURION: I… I honestly can’t believe she’s the champion…
TYLER CAGE: Well, believe it, but that could all change right here!
The referee checks in with the two competitors and hands the championship over the top rope to the timekeeper as Smith and Norris take their places at ringside. Finally, the ref calls for the bell.
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MATCH 3:
WGWF Television Championship
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DING! DING! DING!
Sonya Benson stands in her corner, turning around to look over the top rope at Smith and Norris for support and instruction. Addison Andrews quickly makes her way to the middle of the ring, eager to bring the fight to the recently crowned Television champion. After waiting in the middle of the mat for Sonya to engage with her, Addison decides to bring the fight to Sonya and grabs her around the waist from behind. She tries to hurl Sonya with a belly to back suplex, but Benson grabs hold of the top rope and keeps herself anchored in place. Addison gives up trying to hurl Sonya, and releases her, but to her surprise Benson wheels around and cracks her with a powerful slap across the face.
SONYA: HEY! I wasn’t ready!
Addison is more shocked than hurt from the slap, and recovers quickly, throwing a quick front kick that catches Sonya in the midsection and drives her back into the turnbuckle. Andrews tries to hook up with Sonya and drop her to the mat with a DDT, but Sonya times her approach and claps a hand over each of Addison ears as she draws near.
CENTURION: Ouch! Sonya bell claps Addison, and Andrews’ ears are ringing!
Addison loses her balance, her equilibrium completely shot as she drops to all fours before clutching at her ears desperately.
TYLER CAGE: Sonya jumps on Addison's back, and- and-
Sonya shoves Addison's face down into the canvas, grinding it into the mat to try and put a friction burn on her face. After a moment Sonya releases her, and Andrews rolls frantically across the ring to escape her as Benson turns to look back at Smith and Norris… who each offer a thumbs up from outside the ring. The two men spur Sonya on, urging her to press the pace and keep the pressure on the challenger. Sonya nods her head in agreement but as she stomps after Addison, Andrews reaches up from the mat and grabs the waistband of Sonya’s tights and rolls her up for a quick and surprising pin!
ONE!
TW-
Smith and Norris hop up to the apron, and Addison Andrews sees them coming and gets off Sonya. Addison lifts her fists, ready to fight off Smith and Norris if she has to, but once Sonya is safe they both drop down to the floor with a stern warning from the referee to stay outside of the ring. Benson takes the distraction as an opportunity to kick Addison hard in her knee and roll back up to her feet. Sonya swings a wild slap at Addison, but Andrews blocks it. Sonya quickly stomps on Addison's foot, then follows it up with a swinging neck breaker! She lays Addison out, and pounces atop her for a quick cover.
ONE!
TWO-
CENTURION: Kickout by Andrews! A nice flash from Sonya Benson there.
TYLER CAGE: She can flash me anytime she wants.
CENTURION: Absolutely NOT what I meant.
Sonya stands up, backing up to the corner and consulting with Smith and Norris again. They tell her to push the action and ride the wave of momentum that’s building in her favor. She nods her head, fired up by their confidence, and turns to Addison. Andrews NAILS Benson with a standing dropkick and sends her flying awkwardly into the ropes before she falls to the mat in a crumpled heap.
The crowd explodes, chanting Addison’s name so loudly that it shakes the rafters. Sonya rolls underneath the bottom rope to the floor. Smith and Norris help pick her up to her feet, and Sonya shakes her head violently from side to side.
SONYA: NOPE!
She points to the timekeeper, telling Norris to go and get her Television championship. Clutching Smith’s arms, she begins to make her way towards the entrance ramp.
CENTURION: I think Sonya is trying to take off!
TYLER CAGE: I mean, she’d keep her title, but I don’t think it would count as one of the eleven wins she’s still trying to rack up…
CENTURION: She doesn’t care. She’s had enough of Addison Andrews.
TYLER CAGE: Well, Addison hasn’t had enough of her…
Addison rolls out of the ring, chasing after Sonya Benson. Sonya sees her coming on the video screen, and turns around just in time to pull Smith in front of her. Addison collides with Smith, and actually manages to topple him. She falls to the ground herself, and in a flash Sonya Benson is on top of her and flailing with both hands. Addison Andrews covers up, blocking most of the slaps. She kicks Sonya away from her and pops back up to her feet. She takes a step forward, but Benson moves quickly and scoop slams Andrews to the floor!
The referee shouts for the two women to get back into the ring, starting to count the two competitors out.
“ONE!”
Smith stands up and circles around behind Sonya, looming over her as she climbs to her feet. Once more the duo begin to make their way up the ramp, ignoring the referees count out.
“TWO!”
Addison rolls to her feet, clutching at her lower back after that scoop slam. She sees Sonya and Smith making their way to the stage, but notices Norris coming up behind her with the WGWF Television Championship in his hands.
“THREE!”
Not trusting Norris, Addison turns to him and drills him with a clean superkick! Norris collapses, the WGWF belt sliding back towards the ring. Smith and Sonya Benson turn around to see their downed counterpart.
“FOUR!”
Before they can decide what to do Addison turns and charges up the ramp towards them. Sonya yelps and quickly ducks behind Smith, who braces himself for another collision with Andrews.
“FIVE!”
Addison leaps into the air, hooking Smith’s head and swinging him down to the floor with an athletic DDT. Smith sprawls out flat, and Sonya backs away with a look of terror in her eyes as Addison sits up to her knees and looks at her coldly!
CENTURION: She’s got to get Sonya back into the ring!
TYLER CAGE: She’s going to have to drag Benson back, and quickly! All Sonya has to do is stay at the top of the ramp, and she may lose the match but she’ll keep her title…
“SIX!”
Sonya suddenly rushes forward and lifts her foot, driving it straight into Addison's face and knocking her flat on her back. Benson takes off at a dead sprint towards the ring, yelling at the referee to slow the count down and wait for her!
“SEVEN!”
Addison Andrews rolls up to her knees and stumbles as she tries to regain her feet and take off behind Benson. Her first few steps are agonizingly slow, but soon she begins to build speed.
“EIGHT!”
Sonya slides under the bottom rope, beating the count and spinning around to watch Addison try and do the same. She begins frantically begging the referee to count faster now.
CENTURION: Andrews is going to get back.
TYLER CAGE: Yeah she- OH! SHE TRIPPED!
Norris, still laying on the floor in the spot he was super kicked, extends his foot subtly and watches as Addison stumbles over his leg and collapses to the floor. She looks at Norris in horror, and he just smiles at her.
“NINE!”
Addison scrambles back up to her feet, running like she’s never run in her life to reach the base of the ramp. She lunges for the apron, her hand outstretched as she tries to grab the bottom rope and pull herself back into the ring.
“TEN!”
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WINNER VIA COUNT OUT:
AND STILL WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPION
SONYA BENSON
Match Time: 12:51
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CENTURION: I told you! I told you she’d do whatever she had to, and pull something out of that bag of tricks!
TYLER CAGE: Sonya Benson finds a way to keep her title, AND steal the win!
Addison stands outside the ring, completely dumbfounded. She turns around and stares a hole through Norris, who’s still laying on the floor of the entrance ramp. He cackles loudly, pointing at her to add insult to injury. He picks himself up off the floor, and then picks up Sonya’s Television championship. He makes his way past Addison, pretending to trip as the crowd boos loudly. He makes his way up the ring steps and through the ropes, handing the belt to Sonya.
The crowd is furious.
Addison Andrews feels cheated.
... and as usual, Sonya Benson doesn’t give a damn.
Ain’t No Shadow Dark Enough by Ozzy Osbourne, Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell, and the Four Tops starts playing in the arena. Out steps, The Show Stealerz are holding hands, and they have the WGWF Tag Team Championships above their heads as they pose at the top of the stage to a tremendous ovation from the crowd in the arena. Austin pulls Toddy close and kisses her. She looks into his eyes and smiles as they begin to walk down the ramp. They acknowledge all the fans as they make their way to the bottom.
Austin helps Todrick up the stairs, quickly hops up on the apron, and holds the ring ropes apart so she can bend down and step through. He joins her as they walk around the ring, proudly holding their titles in the air. They both accept microphones from Harvey Marx, and they stand in the middle of the ring. They are showered with confetti, much to the dismay of the crew that had to clean that up before the next match.
Todrick covers her mouth, and Austin wipes the single tear that is traveling down her face. He leans in and whispers. “This is all for you, Baby. You deserve it.” She nods and hugs him.
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “Hey Rockstars! Well, we did it; we won the WGWF Tag Team Championships! A feat that each of you propelled us to with all of the love and support you have been showering us with on this journey.”
The audience cheers and applauds. Toddy waves and blows kisses.
Austin Ramsey: “You all are the best; you even showed me the love and support that you gave Toddy. I know that sometimes that isn’t easy to do because I can make it hard to love me, but you cheered no matter which of us was in that ring, and we could feel how much you wanted us to walk out the victors.”
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “There was no way we weren’t going to walk out victorious. We owed that to all the people that were counting on us; we owed it to ourselves to prove that we are the best tag team in the WGWF.”
Austin Ramsey: “Now that we have proven that we are the best, there is a target on our backs, and we are seeing more teams take an interest in our kingdom. Everyone wants to wear the crowns that the King and Queen wear proudly. It’s the nature of our business. One thing we intend to do is be fighting champions, and whoever comes for our crowns better be ready to fight because we are going to make you work hard for it.
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “It took so much to get here that we aren’t ready to relinquish the titles or the glory. Usually, fairytales end after the marriage, but our story is still being written. This isn’t our happily ever after; we have so much more to accomplish.”
Austin Ramsey: “Not to mention, we are on top of the world right now because just three days later, Dominic and Diana entered the world…”
Austin is cut off by the crowd's roar and chants of “You deserve it”. Austin tries not to show emotion and buries his face in Toddy’s shoulder. She gently strokes his back.
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “That right there is the love that we are talking about. We truly thank you for always keeping us uplifted. I don’t know if it can ever be properly summed up in words.”
Austin regains his composure and nods at Toddy.
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “The timing of everything is magical, I won’t lie, but we can’t rest because everything is sunshine and rainbows right now. Earlier in the evening, you saw a tag team showcase, and both teams looked hungry. We haven’t heard the last of The Syndicate, I’m sure they will be back, and this time they will have learned from past mistakes.”
Austin Ramsey: “We know that we will have to keep evolving and growing. Our love alone isn’t enough. The game is constantly changing, so we must change with it. Hell, we have already stolen the show, but to stay at the top of Olympus, we have to keep stealing the show with each performance.”
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “You can expect new moves, gear, and attitudes from us. We can’t let our opponents figure us out. We need to keep them guessing; one thing that won’t change is our love for one another and all of you. There is nothing we wouldn’t do for one another, and that is what makes us kick out, take, and dish out abuse in this ring. That is what makes us Champions!”
Austin Ramsey: “She is the Ying to my Yang. That is what makes us dangerous; there are 28 documented Austins in this head that will all be gunning for you if you hurt her in any way. There really is nothing I would not do for this woman. I protect my family in and out of the ring.”
Todrick Tabor-Ramsey: “I love all 28 Austins. I love all of you. Be good to one another, and the best part of our story is about to be written. We love you all.
The music begins to play, and Austin and Todrick embrace. They turn toward the crowd, lock hands, and hold their titles up in the air.
During the instrumental intro of his theme a rocket drops from the bottom of the titantron to the stage and there is a countdown voice over from 5 which fans count down to the pod door opens Ace Sky walks out in an aviator jacket and his usual in ring attire, he salutes a peace sign and jogs down the aisle way high-fiving as many fans as possible on both sides then he dashes forward leaps upon the apron and flings himself in with a front flip followed by a series of three front handsprings and a rolling savate kick.
CENTURION: Ace Sky surprised a lot of people in his debut, and had a shot at the WGWF Television championship because of it.
TYLER CAGE: A win here tonight could put him in the running for the WGWF Intercontinental belt, but a loss could be disastrous for his prospects.
The lights in the arena go out as a red light engulfs the arena. A burning sound is heard over the PA system before the opening to "What have You Done Now" by Within Temptation blares. Samantha Voxx steps out and smirks as she walks seductively to the ring, her hips switching with every step.
CENTURION: You could say similar things about Samantha Voxx. An impressive win tonight could go a long way towards solidifying her in the upper card.
TYLER CAGE: YOU could say those things. Don’t tell me how to live my life.
The referee checks in with Ace and Samantha, then calls for the opening bell.
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MATCH 4:
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Samantha and Ace tie up in the middle of the ring to start the match, Ace whipping Samantha across the ring and into the ropes. He hits the deck as she rebounds back at him and hops over, charging off the far ropes and rebounding back at him for a second time. Ace pops up and hits a standing drop kick that flattens Voxx. Ace pops on top of her and looks for the immediate cover, but Voxx gets a shoulder up before the referee can even make the count. Ace Sky drags Voxx back to her feet before falling back off the ropes himself and hitting her with a slingshot shoulder block. Ace rolls back to his feet in one slick movement and sprints for the corner, quickly climbing up to the top rope as the crowd cheers loudly.
Samantha Voxx gets back to her feet and dives for the corner, shaking the top rope and knocking Ace off balance. He collapses, now seated on the top of the ring post, and Voxx jumps to the middle rope, hooks his head, and DDTs Ace Sky off the top rope and down to the mat!
CENTURION: Ace Sky’s high flying style is high risk, high reward. We saw that right there.
TYLER CAGE: He should try and fight low risk, high reward. No risk, even. That feels like it could work.
Voxx rolls Ace over and drops an arm across his chest, the referee reacting quick enough to make the count this time.
ONE!
TW-
The referee spots Ace’s foot on the bottom rope and calls the count off. Samantha rolls her eyes in frustration and yanks Sky’s ankle back to the canvas before deciding to just drag Ace back up to his feet. She slaps him hard across the jaw, then follows it up with a knife edged chop across his chest. She grabs his wrist and shoots him off the ropes, but Ace Sky baseball slides underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring. The crowd pops loudly as he buys himself a second to recover. He looks back at Samantha Voxx in the ring, then charges up the ring steps and leaps up to top rope!
CENTURION: This guys a freak! He’s so athletic!
TYLER CAGE: Yeah but he’s the size of James Ravens son, and I’m pretty sure that kid’s 12.
Ace Sky springboards off the top rope and soars at Voxx, wrapping his legs around her neck and flipping her to the mat with a hurricanrana!
“Ace!”
“Ace!”
“Ace!”
The crowd loves it as Ace pops back up to his feet and points back to the corner. With a loud roar of approval from the fans he makes his way over to the ropes and steps through to the apron. He quickly scrambles to the top of the ring post, and this time Samantha Voxx shows no signs of knocking him from his perch.
CENTURION: The Galaxy Leap!
TYLER CAGE: NOPE! Voxx rolled out of the way!
Ace Sky rolls around in agony, clutching at his ribs as Samantha Voxx pounces atop him and grabs his arm! She rips it away from his body, using her legs to keep him anchored in place… the cross armbar!
Ace Sky tries to flail and defend the submission, but he’s winded and weakened from his missed shooting star press, and after a few seconds he has no choice but to tap out against Samantha Voxx’s thigh as the referee calls for the final bell.
DING! DING! DING!
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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION:
SAMANTHA VOX
Match Time: 5:22
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CENTURION: That’s the win for Samantha Voxx!
TYLER CAGE: Ace Sky made a couple of poor choices there, and it cost him. Samantha just had to stay one step ahead, and took the quick victory.
Samantha releases Ace Sky and stands up, the referee throwing her hand in the air in victory as the crowd boos loudly. Samantha shrugs her shoulders and smirks to herself, making her way through the ropes and up the ramp slowly. She soaks in the jeers, her hips switching hypnotically from side to side the entire way.
~ The shot opens with "Marvelous" Mike Mason standing on the rooftop of his flagship "Marvelous Muscle Gym" in Boca Raton, FL. In the corner is a small logo that says "live via satellite". The Mecca of Manhood is dressed to the nines per usual but now sports an American flag pen on the lapel of his black Hugo Boss suit.
The bishop or Biceps stands In front of a large flag pole with Old Glory flying above his head. The majestic red, white, and blue are even more beautiful than the Atlantic sunset in the background. ~
MARVELOUS MIKE MASON: Hello America, I know you're all happy to see my beautiful face. I'm sure the upholstery of many couches just received significant water damage at the sight of my beautiful smile. I've got a few topics to address tonight. First and foremost Cholo the Dildo. I eliminated Cholo from the West Coast rumble, and in a much better fashion than when he sneakily and underhandedly eliminated me from that NOT so Virginia Cruise battle royal. So, as far as I'm concerned I'm even with Cholo, but I've got to get one up on you, which brings me to my next announcement.
MARVELOUS MIKE MASON: How am I going to get one up on Cholo the Dildo, by winning a championship. That's right, I'm officially announcing that I am not only entering, but going to win the Intercontinental championship tournament. Cholo has already proven that he can't win gold or a tournament, and I'm going to take great pleasure in making sure Cholo's streak of not being able to win the big one doesn't end.
~ The Bod God pauses and turns to look up at the massive flag flying above him. He takes a moment to gaze at the majestic sight of the flag whipping in the Florida breeze. The Titan of Tenacity slowly turns and looks back into the camera with a confident smile. ~
MARVELOUS MIKE MASON: Now, my third and biggest announcement. It is with both great pride and joy that I announce my official candidacy for President of the United States of America. I know everyone is wondering which party I’ll be running under, well, frankly, I think both major parties suck and are full of incompetent and incontinent old farts, or box-checking candidates who don't know how to manage macroeconomics or nutrition macros. These reasons and many more are why I will be forming my own party. The Marvelous Party and our mission is to MAKE AMERICA MARVELOUS AGAIN!
~ The President of Pump grows his grin and oozes confidence, much like a member of the IWC oozes pizza grease from their pores. ~
MARVELOUS MIKE MASON: As President and head of the Marvelous Party, I will Make America Marvelous again by focusing on issues like political correctness. Political correctness is nothing more than censorship of things you don't want to hear, but really need to hear. The world needs to hear the truth about America, and Americans need to hear the truth about America, and that is exactly what I will deliver, the truth. I will focus on gender equality because quite frankly women are being held to equal to the status of men. Women have scientifically been proven to be the weaker of the two sexes, and also proven to be wired to be nurturers. So, part of M.A.M will be putting women where they belong, back in the homes cooking and cleaning for their husbands who are out putting food on the tables for their families.
MARVELOUS MIKE MASON: Now to get women back where they belong, we also have to make men, men again. No more of this soy boy, beta bot, bull crap. It is time for men to eat their protein, get their gains, and use their bodies in the way they were meant to be used. It is time for men to put down their game controllers and keyboards, and pick up barbells and dumbbells. It is going to be a hard road, but hard times make strong men, strong men make good times, good times make weak men, and weak men make hard times. Right now we have weak men making hard times, and the only way to cure that, and make America Marvelous Again is to make those men hard. My whole live I’ve been the man to get the hard jobs done, and I know that making America Marvelous will be an incredibly hard job. But, there is no one more equipped for this job of making men hard than I, Marvelous Mike Mason.
~ The Pinnacle of Pectorals crosses his arms across his chest as the scene fades to a campaign banner for Mike Mason. ~
CENTURION: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the main event of the evening!
TYLER CAGE: Get’cha popcorn, sit down, get comfortable and cover the eyes of any nearby children… it’s about… to go… down…
CENTURION: Buster Gloves has already advanced to the second round of the Intercontinental tournament, and it may have cost him years off his life to get it done. One of these men may have to pay a similar price to join him!
TYLER CAGE: LET’S GOOOOOOOO!
The strong beat of Art of Blade begins to reverberate throughout the arena as the fans begin to get on their feet and cheer for who's about to come out. Before long, the sight of the King in Rags, Finn Kühn, comes out to a strong ovation. He looks out amidst the area, his kingdom for tonight as he smiles.
His pace as he comes down to the ring is slow, even and measured. As the commentators discuss amidst themselves about recent events and the upcoming match, Finn surveys the area one last time as he steps into the ring.
As Art of Blade reaches its chorus, Finn thrusts his arms up to the air, posing passionately for the fans as afterwards he settles into a game face, picking a corner and getting ready for what is to come.
CENTURION: Finn looks ready! I’d LOVE to see him against Buster Gloves!
TYLER CAGE: What about Paul Montouri?
CENTURION: I’d love to see him against Buster Gloves too! I’m easy to please!
TYLER CAGE: Shouts to Ruby.
CENTURION: Excuse me?
TYLER CAGE: I said here comes Montouri.
Darkness.
So you know..
A lot of people tryna be like me..
But you know..
You just can’t be like me..
Outrageous amounts of fireworks go off as well as an enormous amount of smoke fills the room. Various annoying lasers of many neon colors shootout in some weird ass pattern that only makes sense to one person.
A spotlight appears on the entranceway as Paul Montuori appears with Michelle Riggs at his side. He stands for a moment, soaking up the adulation of his Kingdom. Strutting his way down to the ring, he’s careful not to let any of the peasants in the crowd lay their filthy paws on him or his Queen.
Reaching the ring, Paul lifts Michelle up onto the apron. He hops up, joining her. Ever the gentleman, he opens the ropes for her to get in, before climbing up onto the second rope and once again soaking in the adulation of his Kingdom. He hops over the top rope and lands in the ring. He makes his way over to Michelle, grabbing her and laying a huge smooch on her.
CENTURION: The referee gives final instructions… and we’re underway!
DING! DING! DING!
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MAIN EVENT:
Intercontinental Championship Tournament Match
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Finn and Paul Montouri circle each other slowly, neither wanting to commit too early. Paul extends a hand for a tie up which Finn hesitantly accepts. Paul quickly spins and throws Kuhn into a side headlock, squeezing his bicep and forearm around Finn’s throat. Finn can’t pull himself free and instead shoots Paul forward into the ropes. Montouri catches the top rope and prevents himself from slingshotting back, and Finn rushes towards him with a clothesline! Paul ducks underneath Finn’s arm and darts back to the middle of the ring, turning around and catching Finn with a dropkick. Finn bounces back to his feet quicker than Montouri expected. Paul finds himself unprepared as Kuhn swiftly armdrags him to the canvas, and maintains a grip on Montouri’s arm!
CENTURION: Finn is looking for a kimura! He wants to tear Paul's shoulder apart!
TYLER CAGE: Montouri rolls free.
Both men are back up to their feet, Finn motioning to Paul that he nearly had that locked in. Montouri scoffs arrogantly and lunges forward, smashing Finn with a heavy uppercut that sends him stumbling backwards. Paul chases him into the corner, but Kuhn hits a spinning heel kick! He drives his foot into Paul’s side and drops him to the canvas, clutching at his midsection. Finn pops himself up to the top rope, the crowd cheering loudly as he sizes up Montouri. After a moment Paul staggers up to his feet and The King in Rangs leaps from the top rope with a crossbody that connects and slams Paul flat to the mat. Finn hooks the leg, pinning Paul!
ONE!
TW-
Montouri kicks out, rolling Finn off of him. He climbs to his feet and looks outside the ring to Michelle Riggs, who claps her hands to try and fire him up. Finn snaps a quick jab at Montouri, but Paul deflects it and throws a strong knee to the midsection of Kuhn and doubles him over. Montouri follows it up with a scissor kick to the back of Finn's neck, spiking him to the canvas.
Paul pulls Finn up to his feet, walking him over to the corner and bouncing his head off the turnbuckle. Finn is dazed and stumbles back to the middle of the ring where Paul wraps him up around his waist and hits him with a belly to back suplex. Paul scrambles over to Finn quickly, dropping an arm across his chest for the cover.
ONE!
T-
Finn kicks out, and Montouri sits up to his knees and pounds Kuhn with a few punches before flattening him out and trying to cover him again. This time he props his feet up on the bottom rope for leverage.
ONE!
The referee spots Montouri’s feet and stops the count. Michelle screams at them from outside the ring, telling them that Paul didn’t do anything and to just count to three. The referee ignores her as she spews expletives at him, and Paul blows her a kiss.
Suddenly Finn throws up his legs, catching Paul in a triangle choke!
Paul tries to pull back, but it’s too late. Finn has his legs wrapped tightly in position, squeezing the life out of Paul. Montouri stands as best as he can, trying to build a strong base to escape. Finn continues to squeeze, wrapping an arm around the back of Paul’s knee to try and break him back down to the canvas. With a massive grunt, Montouri straightens up, deadlifting Finn’s weight off the mat and into the air.
CENTURION: He’s going to powerbomb him!
TYLER CAGE: Finn lets go, unwrapping his legs and dropping back to the canvas before he gets crushed.
Finn knees Paul in the midsection, then smashes an elbow into Montouri’s face. Stunned, and needing a moment to recover, Paul tries to clinch with Finn. The Kaiser counters and hurls Montouri into the ropes, spinning behind him with a discus elbow!
CENTURION: Swan Song!
TYLER CAGE: Finn drops Paul in a heap, and rolls him over onto his back for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Michelle Riggs breaks up the count, sprinting into the ring and dropping an elbow on the spine of Finn Kuhn. Finn rolls to his feet, furious. He shouts at Michelle as the fans boo her wildly, but she simply flips him off and backs towards the ropes. Finn takes a step to pursue her, but the referee steps between them and points for Michelle to get out of the ring. Michelle holds her hands up innocently, and steps out to the apron before dropping to the floor.
Finn returns his focus to Paul Montouri and bends down to lift him up, but Montouri jabs a thumb in Finn’s eye!
CENTURION: OOH! Dirty!
TYLER CAGE: It’s Paul Montouri. That’s kinda his whole deal.
Finn staggers back as Paul rolls up to his feet and blasts Kuhn with a leg kick that crumples him down to his knees. Paul Montouri falls back off the ropes and sprints forward, jumping up and looking to curb stomp Finn’s head to the canvas… but Finn rolls away.
CENTURION: He almost had it.
TYLER CAGE: Had what?
CENTURION: It’s a very vulgar name, Tyler.
TYLER CAGE: Coward.
Kuhn rolls to his feet, a hand held over his wounded eye as he faces Paul. Montouri moves towards him, but Finn snaps off a double jab with his free hand to keep him at bay. Montouri moves close again and Finn throws a thrust kick at his thigh to stop his forward movement. Paul chuckles, holding a hand up to his own eye to mimic Finn’s impaired vision… but as soon as he does, Finn throws a quick question mark kick that catches Montouri right behind the ear! Paul wobbles, trying to stay upright, but he drops to all fours as he loses his balance!
Finn throws himself on top of Montouri, flipping him over to his back and prying an arm up! Kuhn locks in an armbar… THE SAVAGERY OF ANGELS!
Montouri shouts in pain, flopping like a fish, but Finn has him completely anchored to the spot! The referee drops down to check on Montouri… and Michelle Riggs flies into the ring again, driving a boot across the skull of Finn Kuhn! He lets go of Paul's arm and falls face first to the canvas! Montouri slips out from underneath him, clutching at his hurt arm. The referee grabs Michelle and walks her to the ropes, pointing backstage.
CENTURION: The referee is throwing Michelle out! He’s telling her to get backstage!
Michelle just smiles. Paul is on his feet and slingshots himself off the ropes, charging at Finn who’s trying to crawl back to his feet.
TYLER CAGE: FUCK YOUR FACE!
Montouri curb stomps Finn’s skull into the mat, leaving him limp on the canvas. Paul drops to his knees and rolls Finn over quickly! The referee looks at Paul on top of Finn, then at Michelle… but has to make the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
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WINNER VIA PIFALL:
ADVANCING IN THE INTERCONTINENTAL TOURNAMENT
PAUL MONTOURI
Match Time: 13:06
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CENTURION: Paul Montouri picks up the win and advances in the tournament!
TYLER CAGE: With a HUGE assist from Michelle Riggs.
The referee is giving Michelle an earful as he stands up and raises Paul Montouri’s hand. She couldn’t care less and makes her way over to Paul’s side, hugging tight to his side and planting a kiss on his cheek as he smirks directly into the camera.
CENTURION: I hate everything about this.
TYLER CAGE: So do the fans.
The crowd inside the CCPE Arena boos loudly, screaming insults at Paul and Michelle… but it doesn’t matter. They’re only words. Paul joins Buster Gloves in round two of the WGWF Intercontinental tournament, whether anyone likes it or not.
Michelle and Paul kiss again, and he dips her dramatically for the camera.
The fans continue to boo, and slowly we fade out.
The crowd pops as Mac Bane is seen heading through the production trucks parked just inside the rollup door at CCPE Arena in lovely Sin City. Mac is pulling his travel bag behind him as he passes the rear end of one of the trucks he comes to a stop while looking ahead to find Peter Vaughn, Fred Debonair and Mark Flynn. No words are said as Mac simply removes his cowboy hat and shades, placing them on his travel suitcase while prepared for a fight. From the shadows a third man with a black hoodie pulled over his head emerges where he comes up behind Mac Bane and shatters something across the back of his head! Mac Bane tumbles to the ground like a sack of potatoes
The crowd erupts with boos as we see the back of the hooded figure standing over Mac Bane.
Mark Flynn and Fred Debonair walk up to an unconscious Mac Bane while Peter Vaughn walks to the shoulder of the hooded figure. He yanks the hood back so we now see the back of his head. The figure spins around to show himself as…
BAM MILLER!
The crowd erupts with boos as Bam Miller stands with WGWF World Champion Peter Vaughn, Mark Flynn, and Fred Debonair. WGWF Brawl fades to black.
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