Post by Buster Gloves on Feb 13, 2023 9:01:22 GMT -5
COLD OPEN
Tuesday 7th February 2023…
We are taken to the backstage area of the CCPE Arena, to the press area. A disproportionately high number of ‘journalists’ and ‘photographers’ are present, as if most of them were paid actors, rather than legitimate journos. The camera pans around to where a table is set up. Mark “The Dragon” Cross and “The Bull of the North”, Buster Gloves, are seated behind it, a microphone and a name plate in front of each man. Cameras click and lenses flare as Mark addresses the crowd.
The Dragon: From this moment on, I would like to announce myself as the newest member of SAGA…
The scene cuts to the next shot. Mark “The Dragon” Cross and Buster Gloves are standing up from the table, shaking hands. In their free hands they hold aloft a soccer jersey, black shirt with gold trim, sporting a large SAGA logo emblazoned across the chest.
Mark takes the shirt, spinning it to the back, showing CROSS and a large number 12…his former jersey number in the NFL. In the back of the room, dressed in a $3000 suit and nodding in approval is Theo Pryce, the founder of SAGA and half owner of the XWF.
The Dragon: With this announcement, I pledge to do everything in my power to protect and serve the interests of SAGA members in WGWF and beyond…
The scene cuts again. Mark is standing to the side of the table, showing a range of skills with a soccer ball…alternating feet as he keeps it up…round the world…then attempting to catch it behind his neck. He fails, the ball bouncing away into the crowd as Buster watches on from his seat at the table.
The Dragon: My message to my new compatriots is simple…as Bill Withers once said…Lean on me, when you’re not strong, and I’ll be your friend…I’ll help you carry on…
Another cut. Cross and Buster are standing in front of a green-screen projected graphic that reads “MARK CROSS JOINS THE SAGA.” Buster watches with his arms crossed tight across his chest as Mark strikes a number of poses, smiling broadly at the camera as his entrance music blares in the background.
The Dragon: CCPE aren’t the only group of guys and girls who can make things happen around here…Ain’t no valley low enough…ain’t no river wide enough…to stop me from becoming World Heavyweight champion…
The scene cuts, one last time. We’re taken to the locker room of the Las Vegas Lights MLS team. Mark is proudly sporting his new SAGA jersey, jumping around and chanting in the center of a circle of players, a cardboard cutout of the World Heavyweight championship held aloft.
The Dragon: Lets f*cking gooooooooooo!
2.13.23
Ring Rust Cafe & Studio @ The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas
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Play-by-Play Color Commentary
SAUCE BOSS: Hey everyone, welcome BACK for another episode of WGWF Dark. I'm the Sauce Boss, and welcome back to the Ring Rust Cafe, here inside the beautiful Velvet Rabbit Hotel and Casino in LAS Vegas. Tonight’s broadcast comes to you on ESPN The Ocho, brought to you by THIS IS AWESOME PROMOTIONS, Kayfabe Airlines, and our good friends at the Moments In Life (MIL) Network. We have some great matches, segments, and extra content on the menu tonight. This ain’t the B show folks. This is the side show.
To the hundreds in attendance, and the hundreds of thousands 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: In our opening bout, Marvelous Mike Mason met Samantha Voxx in an Intercontinental Matchup. Mason walks away with the W and moves on in the tournament.
Next up, #1 contender, Mark “The Dragon” Cross matched up against Goth in a West Coast Rumble replay. And just like at the West Coast Rumble, Mark Cross was able to outlast Goth in a well-fought battle.
In tag team competition, The Show Stealerz put their titles on the line against the unlikely pair of Zara Ivory and Atara Themis. Austin Ramsey landed a shooting star press and got the pin on Zara Ivory. It was the first of many title defenses for the tag team champions.
The next match was unscheduled and completely shocking. Sonya Benson put her TV Title on the line against constant nuisance, The Punisher. After several powerbombs and a healthy serving of disrespect, The Punisher is your new WGWF Television Champion.
Damage “The Untamed Demon” also took the ring against Johnathan “The Beast” Cable. The Demon was the bigger man in this contest, but Cable proved to be the better when he earned a pinfall victory.
Finally, in the main event, “The Epitome” Mike Angelo met our favorite “Cholo”, Giovani Santana. Santana owned this matchup as he finished off Angelo with a submission win, moving him on into Round 2 of the Intercontinental Championship Tournament.
As we continue on the road to WRESTLE WARS, let’s 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 Pearl Crusher. The Queen of Bong Style. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, BACK to the announcers’ table, Miss… Cherry… Cola.
CHERRY COLA: Cheerio, Mr. Sauce. What’s on the agenda tonight?
SAUCE BOSS: Matches, matches, matches. Lots of matches.
CHERRY COLA: I’ll be honest with you, I couldn’t give less of a sh*t what we’re doing tonight. I’m off my meds and ready to get buuuck. Let’s get it.
SAUCE BOSS: That concerns me a moderate amount, but I’m happy to have you here, and will make attempts to curb you mania. I love ya, Cher' Bear. Be my Valentine.
CHERRY COLA: If you can't handle me at my work, you don't deserve me at my best, Saucey. I know you're a happily married man. Stop trying to honey-d*ck me into doing what you want.
SAUCE BOSS: I'm just happy to have you here. We're officially past the 100 day mark. And I hope we get to do this, until death do us part.
CHERRY COLA: Shoot, if the checks keep clearing, I’ll keep showing up. I’ve never had a job that had a 401k before. And those sauce-filled bed-room eyes are a perk of the job.
SAUCE BOSS: Commentary partners for life. DARKNESS forever, amiright?
CHERRY COLA: Stop, drop, shut em down, open up shop. That’s how the pre-show rolls. Let’s spit roast this dime-piece already, Sauce Daddy.
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 pair of form fitting white jeans and a cropped silver and black football jersey with the number 23 on the chest.
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]
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COOKIE CARTER: Ladies and Gentlemen our first match is set for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit. First, already in the ring, from Fort Wayne, IN, weighing 137 lbs, she is "The Eye of the Hurricane", SARAH... HARRIS!!!
“Lose Control” by Poe the Passengers kicks up over the speakers as a series of blue, red, and white pyro goes off. The Pepsi Princess of the California Kitten otherwise known as Emily Simms makes her way down to the ring with her boyfriend Buster Gloves.
COOKIE CARTER: And coming to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 125 lbs, she is the California Kitten... EMILY... SIMMS!!!
She gives two thumbs up to a fan who has a sign that reads “We love the Pepsi Princess!” as she blows a kiss and slaps hands with some of the fans in the Pepsi Princess section before bouncing around the outside of the ring over to Cherry Cola and hands her a folded up black tank top that reads “Flippy Bitch” on it in bright red letters and matches the one she herself is wearing.
CHERRY COLA: For me?
Emily nods and Cherry unfolds the shirt, then shows it to Sauce Boss and turns it around for the camera, holding it next to her face with a big smile.
SAUCE BOSS: How about that? Emily Simms comes to the ring, bearing gifts for the Cherriest of Cola's.
CHERRY COLA: I know I can be a vile beyatch sometimes, but there are three things that warm my heart. The other two are party favors and free swag.
SAUCE BOSS: You know. It's nice to see some folks in this wrestling community finally give something back to each other.
CHERRY COLA: Oh, you got that right. Way too many passive aggressive douche caneo farting in each other's mouths these days. Cherry Cola demands reparations in the form of swag from all offenders. Flippy Bitch has been absolved of her sins. In Channin Tatum's name, we pray.
Emily rolls under the bottom rope and blows a kiss to Buster before getting to her feet. Sarah charges at Emily but Emily is quicker and grabs her in a drop toe hold with her head hitting the middle turnbuckle.
DING! DING! DING!
Emily takes a few steps back as Sarah holds her nose and glares at Emily who shrugs her shoulders. The two women lock up in the middle of the ring and Emily pushes her backwards into the corner she just came away from and hits her with a series of lefts and rights to her rib cage before the referee tells her to move back. Backing away, Emily bounces on the balls of her feet as the referee checks on Sarah who brushes him away and spears Emily so hard she nearly knocks her boots off. Sarah goes for the cover but only gets a two count before Emily kicks out. Buster slams the mat with his hands encouraging Emily to get up and then gets the referee’s attention that Sarah is pulling Emily’s hair.
SAUCE BOSS: Newcomer, Sarah Harris, resorting to hair pulling. Not a good look.
CHERRY COLA: You DO NOT pull hair as pretty as hers. You wanna pull green hair? Blue hair? Go ahead. You can scalp the next red headed skank (not named Cherry) that steps in the ring. But leave the blondie's wig alone!
Sarah pulls Emily to her feet by her hair and throws her into the ropes, bouncing off the other side both women meet in the middle of the ring and take each other down. The crowd can be heard chanting for the Pepsi Princess to get to her feet. Emily begins to stir by the count of four and is on her feet by seven, she pulls Sarah to her feet and hits her with a swinging neck breaker and quickly rolls her over and almost gets a three count before Sarah is able to get her left shoulder up. Getting frustrated Emily grabs Sarah by her left ankle and traps her with a figure four ankle lock, Emily yells at Sarah to tap out but the woman refuses to do so. Sarah manages to roll over reversing the pressure and it’s now Emily’s turn to scream, Emily scratches and claws her way over to the bottom rope. She’s just a few inches away but it seems like forever until Emily’s able to wrap her fingertips around the bottom rope. Buster paces back and forth in Emily’s corner as the match continues.
Emily tries to scramble to her feet as the referee forces Sarah to break the hold, she’s on spaghetti legs as she tries to hang on to the ropes to keep her upright. Sarah grabs Emily by the arm and drags her to the second rope and Sarah drapes Emily’s legs over her shoulders. Hanging on to Emily’s shorts, Sarah lifts her off the second rope and spins her around quickly and slams her down onto the mat where Emily hits the back of her head.
SAUCE BOSS: OOF!
CHERRY COLA: Right to the dome! That was nasty!
Emily rolls around holding the back of her head as the referee checks to see if she is okay to continue. Emily shouts that she is okay and the referee backs away, Buster winced as did most of the crowd at the way Emily’s head bounced off the mat.
“Get up Emily!” Buster shouted to her as Sarah reached for the back of Emily’s shirt and Emily wraps her arm around Sarah’s neck and wrapped her legs around her waist in a sleeper hold. Sarah tries desperately to reach for the ropes and refuses to tap out, she begins to fade quickly as Emily cinches the hold in even tighter until Sarah finally taps out.
DING! DING! DING!
Breaking the hold, Emily slides out from underneath the bottom rope to where Buster is waiting for her, he reaches out to raise her hand in victory but her knees buckle and he has to scoop her up into his arms and carry her away from the ring.
CHERRY COLA: You know what really grinds my gears?
SAUCE BOSS: What's that?
CHERRY COLA: Happy couples. These two. Flippy Bitch and Bald Guy. They kind of make me sick.
SAUCE BOSS: You don't want other people to be happy?
CHERRY COLA: It's just obnoxious to watch. Makes me want to break dishes.
SAUCE BOSS: It's Valentine's Day, Cherry. Everyone gets a chance for love. Even you.
CHERRY COLA: My fur-burger is queued up for you, Saucey, but my heart is already taken.
SAUCE BOSS: By who?
CHERRY COLA: Joseph... Francis... Montuori. I love him, Daddy. I love him, and you took him away!
SAUCE BOSS: He's still around. He's married with children, but he's still here.
CHERRY COLA: PRESENT HIM TO ME!
SAUCE BOSS: I wish I could Cher'. I wish I could.
COOKIE CARTER: Here is your winner, by way of submission, Emily Simms!!!
WINNER (via submission): Emily Simms
Match Length: 7 minutes 52 seconds
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The scene opens to the backstage studio area where an excited Denise Essex greets us.
Denise Essex: Welcome WGWF Darkians, oh do I have a scoop for you! I’m standing at the door of a second generation talent set to make her debut tonight. Hmm I wonder who her dad could be? I think he’s wrestled a time or two. Let’s see if you can guess?
Denise shifts and we now see a plain sheet of paper on a door that reads “BERETTA BLADE”. A big pop happens when the fans see the last name Blade.
Denise Essex: Yep. You guessed correctly. She’s John Blade’s baby girl!
Denise is giddy and knocks on the door. A pretty young woman with blond hair and blue eyes bluer than Joe Burrows’ opens the door.
Beretta steps out maneuvering her elbow pads in place and takes a nervous inhale and exhale. The fans peeping this on the Ring Rust Cafe trons give the kid an “awww” type of warm welcome.
Denise Essex: Just twenty years old ladies and gentlemen, this is Beretta Blade! Beretta, how does this feel?
The restless youngling wrings her hands and takes a deep breath.
Beretta Blade: It feels good. A nervous kind of good. I know I’m only 20 years old but I’m 20 years behind. I have a lot of making up to do.
Denise is confused about that last part.
Denise Essex: Making up to do? You’re just getting started young lady! You have your whole career ahead of you.
The kid wards her remark away with a firm nod.
Beretta Blade: Nope. My dad is John Blade.
The girl grits her teeth.
Beretta Blade: He’s an awful man, a neglectful dad, and a loser piece of shit. He was once a great man in the ring but he fell from grace twenty years ago and ever since then I’ve suffered the brunt of his failures. I’ve been bullied in school. My face has been tossed into lockers. I’ve been jumped in the showers at school and during recess because of him. I’ve had memes and gifs of him getting his ass kicked over and over and over and over *takes deep breath* and over and over again shoved in my face at every turn. My relationship with mom has gone into a shitter because of that sorry old man. It’s just…………..
The kid looks away and shakes her head. Denise seems sad for her and places a hand on her shoulder.
Denise Essex: Honey I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with that. Your dad may be declining in age but his heart and passion is still unmatched by anyone, and you probably have a lot of that pumping through your veins.
Beretta slinks her shoulder away from Denise’s hand.
Beretta Blade: Don’t apologize Denise. It’s not your fault my dad is trash. But I hope you see what I mean. My sorry ass dad is still out there wrestling and degrading the family name. He’s even stooped so low as to bring some random slut around pretending to be his daughter, just to get some cheap pops from fans and remain relevant. Every time he wrestles and loses, I have to wrestle and win to make up for the damage he’s done and continues to do. I have to do this for mom, for me, and for my future children because I’ll be damned if they endure what I’ve had to thanks to dad.
The initial warm welcome from the folks inside Ring Rust Cafe has grown sour now. They don't like the shit talking about the legendary fan favorite.
Denise Essex: It’s certainly noble of you to carry the family name into battle and do it proud, and there’s no better place and time than right here, right now, in WGWF on Dark.
The kid nods.
Beretta Blade: Exact-a-mondo. I also want to take this time to serve notice on any managers and transients out there. I’m young and most definitely need a manager to help guide me. I can’t rely on my sh*tbag dad. The people on top out there have one of two things in common: they either have a manager or they have a faction backing them. I’m open to both. I’m gonna be a great wrestler, so you better snatch me up quick because I’m gonna be a star. Just watch me shine right here in a few short minutes in that Ring Rust Cafe ring. Watch me. Just watch me.
The youngster claps her hands to pump herself up and heads out of frame. Denise smiles and greets the camera.
Denise Essex: Sauce Boss and Cherry Cola, back to you at ringside!
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"Witch" by Karlienne plays as the lights in the arena go out. A red light illuminates the ramp and stage as some hooded figures stand at the top near the entrance. Flames begin burning around the ring as the driving beat continues. Finally, from the back emerges Samantha Voxx. She shakes hands with the hooded figures as she makes her way down the ramp.
SAUCE BOSS: Samantha Voxx looks like a changed woman.
CHERRY COLA: Her hair is still stupid. I'm seeing RED!!! And I don't like it. I don't like Sir Martha Voxx at all, Sam I Am.
Samantha walks through the wall of flames as she walks up the stairs. She gets in the ring and demands a microphone as the flames die, the lights come up, and the hooded figures seemingly disappear. She raises the microphone to her lips as she speaks to those in attendance.
Samantha Voxx : A few weeks ago I pledged to bring representation to the squared circle for witches everywhere. My whole World Series of Wrestling run was based on that premise. As I sat in the back and felt sorry for myself on Brawl after a defeat at the hands of Mike Mason I began to realize that I have a bigger purpose than the Intercontinental Title. I am here to bring a voice to those who are too scared to speak up. Those that society has deemed unworthy of praise.
She paces the ring a bit as she sits in the corner, folding her legs in a criss cross style. She continues on.
Samantha Voxx : You see, it is not just witches that are running from themselves. It is people who are being bullied every day for being different than society wants them to be. It is the girl with alopecia who can't grow the long locks of Rapunzel. It is the boy who recently came out as gay in a town where it is seemingly not ok to be. It is the man who cooks and cleans as a house husband while his wife makes the money in the household. These people need to see that they are just fine being who they truly are.
She makes it to her feet and leans against the ropes.
Samantha Voxx : From here on out, I will speak out against anyone who has an ill word to say about anyone who may be different. Just know, if this touches you and makes you feel strong, I am doing all of this for you. I won't sit idly by as people who are different are being bullied. I am one of you.
The fans cheer as Samantha continues on.
Samantha Voxx : Never again will you have to hide or feel ashamed of who you are. We all need a role model. We all need family. I am here to be both! From now on, my career is dedicated to each and every one of you! You are my inspiration. You are my motivation. Samantha Voxx is back and she is a changed woman who is out to change the world!
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“Beethoven’s 5th Symphony” plays and the people jeer as Professor Wrestling makes his way to the ring handing out promotional flyers.
COOKIE CARTER: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a handicap match! Introducing first, hailing from Stanford, CT, and weighing 250 pounds…. PROFESSOR…. WRESTLING!
The fans continue to jeer him as he leisurely enters the ring and takes command of his special hands free headset with build in house mic.
SAUCE BOSS: The Professor is here and he's about to teach us a lesson!
CHERRY COLA: I wish I could say that this is a 'hot for teacher' situation, but I am not feeling this dude.
SAUCE BOSS: What's wrong? You don't like sophisticated men.
CHERRY COLA: I don't like authority figures.
SAUCE BOSS: Huh? Imagine that. I thought you'd be down for a threesome.
CHERRY COLA: ... ... ... Smash the patriarchy!
PROFESSOR WRESTLING: Good evening class. Before we dive into today’s lesson, I need to address recent statements made by Mr. Milk Mayson. It appears he’s disgruntled over the lesson I taught him, or tried to teach him, on the last episode of Dark. He’s challenged me to a rematch and is waiting on my response. So, my reply to that is, yes I will accept his rematch challenge. It will take place at Wrestlewars. I want to give Mr. Mayson time to train and really focus on me. He claims nobody has more heart than him in wrestling, and I don’t dispute that. Anybody who handicaps themselves as much as him and still tries to compete has a ton of heart, and also stupidity. Show me someone who is all heart in this ring and I’ll show you a human punching bag. He also boasts that he is going places in this sport. If he plays his cards right and adheres to my teachings, then yes he’s going places. At Wrestlewars, however, the only place he’s going is into the canvas, head first, with a Failing Grade.
He shoots a cocksure grin and wink at his word play regarding his finisher.
PROFESSOR WRESTLING: Now, onto the lesson for today. I’ve taken it upon myself to request a handicap match be brought against me. I want to show you all how you fight in one and how the handicappers fight one. The pros and cons if you will. So, let’s get this lesson going.
The theme song from "Sister Sister" plays and the two ladies emerge from the curtain.
COOKIE CARTER: Now entering the ring. Both hailing from Reno, NV, weighing in at at combined weight of 242 lbs, Fiona & Diane, the Hasselback Sisters!
After their introductions are properly made, Diana steps onto the apron allowing Fiona to start the contest. Sauce Boss and Cherry Cola are suspiciously quiet and we find out why when a cut scene shows Cherry Cola fast asleep and Sauce Boss taking a couple loooong blinks. The Professor’s monotone boring “teacher voice” has done a number on them. They snap back awake at the sound of the bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
PROFESSOR WRESTLING: Okay, class, we see Fiona is already making a critical error. The purpose of a handicap match is to use your numbers advantage to full effect. Right now it’s just me and Fiona one-on-one. It-
Out of nowhere, the Professor speeds at her with eye blinding quickness and gives her the Pop Quiz right to her kissers. She hits the mat like a sack of potatoes. He reaches down as if to pick her up, but suddenly breaks from it and swiftly gives Diana the Pop Quiz also, knocking her clean off the corner into the railing.
PROFESSOR WRESTLING: These ladies should have attacked me both at the same time from the start. As per rules of this sport, there’s a five second window for you to do those things before getting DQ’d. They should’ve used that to their advantage and constantly exploited the five second window. Had they done that, neither of them would be receiving a Failing Grade today. But, it is what it is.
Fiona has just gotten up but gets flattened by, you guessed it, his Failing Grade finisher. The Professor flips her over and initiates the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Diana is just a second too short in breaking the count.
SAUCE BOSS: Well that was quick.
CHERRY COLA: What happened? I blinked.
SAUCE BOSS: The Hasselback sisters just got merc'ed.
CHERRY COLA: More like HasselSUCK sisters.
DING! DING! DING!
Cookie Carter tries announcing him as winner but he shouts over her rudely as he continues his lecture while getting his hand raised.
PROFESSOR WRESTLING: This concludes today’s lesson. Hopefully you all, and my opponents, take what you’ve learned today and apply it in the future. If you want any extra credits and source material, please go to the WGWF shopzone site and order my first DVD set. It’s called “Wristlocks for Wimps”. If you’re wimpy, you can still survive a fight on the streets by applying the wrist control holds I teach you, long enough for cops to arrive or for a good Samaritan to rescue you. Thank you, class. Next lesson will be in two weeks right here, same time, same channel. Until then be good, be great, just be yourselves.
The crowd boos him as he leaves but he takes some pics with fans on the way out.
WINNER (via pinfall): Professor Wrestling
Match Length: 2 minutes 8 seconds
The year of the Super-Show continues…
The lights go dim in the Ring Rust Cafe, and a hush falls over the crowd. The screen lights up with a video – the beginning of a grainy film reel – as music begins to hum eerily from the speakers. As a discordant chord rings out, a white ‘83 AMC AMX can be seen driving through the desert. The scene cuts to inside the cab, but we don’t see the driver save a cigarette clutched between their fingers as they drive. Their hands are tattooed intermittently down to the knuckle. The scene lingers on the smoke delicately trailing up in front of the windshield. Spoken words ring over the music.
“There is intrigue among the souls, and treachery. No worse fate can befall a man than to be surrounded by traitor souls.”
The discordant chord hits again – the scene cuts to the exterior. The car drives past a sign: “Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas”. The voice continues.
“Can any soul survive the searing fireball of an atomic blast? If human and animal souls are seen as electromagnetic force fields, such force fields can be totally disrupted by a nuclear explosion – the mummy’s nightmare, disintegration of souls.”
The scene cuts to a hotel lobby. We can see the driver from behind; they wear a black peacoat and leather gloves, though even Las Vegas’s winter lows hardly call for them.
“And this is precisely the secret and supersensitive function of the atom bomb: a soul killer.”
The camera cuts to the desk. Their voice speaks up, unmistakably male.
The Man: Indefinite, thank you. You’ll find the credit balance should suffice for some time.
He is passed a form, and his gloved hand picks up a pen and signs, though the signature is unseen. More chords ring out before we see the figure out on the streets of Las Vegas, shot from behind. His black hair rustles in the desert wind.
“Scientists say there’s no such thing as a soul, and now they’re in a position to prove it.”
A low moan echoes out after the words and chords. The man stands beneath the cover of the Fremont Street Experience. He’s shot from a low-angle, looking up at the phantasmagoric imagery above it. It warps and shifts quickly, the sea of passer-bys shuffling at the brisk pace of sped up footage – nonetheless, the man remains motionless.
“Total death – soul death – is what the Egyptians call the ‘second and final death’.”
A series of images in time with each chord: Circus-Circus, the moldering dragon animatronic beneath Excalibur, and finally the Luxor Hotel’s glimmering black pyramid.
“This awesome power to destroy souls forever is now vested in far-sighted and responsible men in the State Department, the CIA, and the Pentagon.”
Another low moan comes from the music, and eleven hits of the chord ring out. Another series of eleven images, blurred and psychedelic, appear with each hit: National Atomic Testing Museum, glowing signs at the Neon Boneyard, contorted faces laughing in almost rictus joy in a casino, the slow motion tumble of dice, a short and dark-haired woman sitting at the Mirage’s Center Bar, the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre wall, the High Roller Ferris Wheel slowed down, the Big Rig Jig sculpture at sundown, a medal of Saint Christopher sitting on a bedside table, the man passing undisturbed through a group of prostitutes standing on a street corner.
“Governments fall from sheer indifference. Authority figures, deprived of the vampiric energy they suck off their constituents, are seen for what they are: dead, empty masks manipulated by computers.”
The scene cuts to a gym bag at the foot of a hotel bed. A smiling white Thalia mask sits atop it.
“And what is behind the computers? Remote controls, of course.”
It’s night. The figure stands atop the Strat Hotel, looking over the railing. He’s shot at a high angle to display the glittering city of sin before him.
“Look at the prison you are in – we are all in. This is a penal colony that is now a death camp. The place of the second and final death.”
The camera cuts to a close up of the man’s front as his hand slides into his coat to pull out a pack of cigarettes. He retrieves one and brings it to his mouth. The camera only shows his chin and lips, briefly illuminated by the flame of his lighter.
“Desperation is raw materials for drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in will escape.”
The camera cuts to the man’s perspective. He’s focused on a building out in the distance with a yellow and blue logo. Before becoming legible, it loses focus. Instead, his gaze shifts down to the privately lit Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas and CCPE Arena.
“Don’t intend to be there when this shithouse goes up. Nothing here now but the recordings. Shut them off – they are as radioactive as an old joke.”
He flicks the cigarette butt off the edge. The camera follows it as it tumbles through the air and begins its plummet to the bottom of everything. Then the video goes to black.
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Cookie Carter: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, already in the ring, from the Victorian Era, and weighing in at 160 pounds…. WILMA SHAKESFEAR.
“Tis Was a Lover, and a Lass” by Thomas Morley plays and a woman dressed in an audacious Victorian Dress attire walks to the ring while reciting Shakespeare from a book. Some fans dig it. Most don’t.
SAUCE BOSS: What in the world is she..
CHERRY COLA: Wearing?!?!
SAUCE BOSS: Did you just finish my..
CHERRY COLA: Sentence? Yes I did. I also finished you're leftover mozzarella sticks in the fridge. I f*cking love cheese. And you know what they say about those who finish each others sentences?
Saucey shakes his head nope, nope, nope.
CHERRY COLA: Sexually compatible.
SAUCE BOSS: Oh come on! Anyway, fans, this is Wilma Shakesfear. Brilliant name. It's about time someone brought style and grace back to the ring.
CHERRY COLA: Hey! I have style!
SAUCE BOSS: Doggie style.
CHERRY COLA: How dare!
COOKIE CARTER: And her opponent, from West Newbury, Mass, and weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds…. BERETTA BLADE!
“Whatever It Takes” cranks up.
BERETTA
FUCKING
BLADE
The fans give her a calling of jeers when she storms out from the back and makes a bee line to the ring. She swats away some of the fans drinks and food on the way, mainly the ones booing her and yelling mockingly “DADDY’S GIRL” at her.
SAUCE BOSS: This may be the second generation talent’s debut match but she’s already got the fans riled up, and not in a good way.
CHERRY COLA Well no shit Saucey, the girl shat on her dad in that interview literally two minutes ago, and the fans love them some John Blade. Man, talk about daddy issues, this girl here.
DING! DING! DING!
Before Wilma can set her book down, Beretta jets across and floors her with a dropkick. She puts the boots to her but Wilma fights her way back up and tries to mount a counter, but Beretta shows keen quickness and evades, then turns and burns her with a spinning elbow followed by a discus European Uppercut.
While Wilma wallows on the canvas, Beretta flaunts her showman acumen by picking up the book and ad libbing some stuff out of it.
BERETTA BLADE: Wilma-o, Wilma-o, where art thou Wilma-o? Oh there-est be her, upon the canvas made of twine! Why goeth you there?
Her showboaty stuff costs her when suddenly she’s legswept and mounted. Wilma lays into her with ground and pound then pries her to a stand and hard whips her to the corner. Beretta tries to move away from the charging corner lariat but can’t make it, gets steamrolled and faceplants on the mat. Shakesfear does a quick snappy legdrop across the back of her head and rolls her for a cover.
ONE!
TWO- kickout
Wilma lifts her off the mat but gets her hands swatted away. Another fast and furious barrage comes her way by the spunky youngster that reels Shakesfear to the center of the ring. Out of nowhere Wilma uses her head but not in the smart ring IQ way, and headbutts Beretta, sending her stumbling back. The two femme fatales shake the cobwebs out and Beretta uses that dogged Blade determination in her to daringly charge at Wilma, but Shakesfear uses the kid’s momentum against her and sends her sailing over the top rope.
It’s Wilma’s turn to showboat and she does by taking center ring like its a stage-play and says, “SOME ARE BORN GREAT, SOME ACHIEVE GREATNESS, OTHERS HAVE GREATNESS THRUST UPON THEM! - TWELFTH NIGHT, ACT 2, S-UNFGGGFT”
SAUCE BOSS: DADDY DIDN’T CARE!
CHERRY COLA: Dude, kind of f*cked up, but ok.
SAUCE BOSS: No, Cherry, noooooo, it’s the name of one of Beretta’s signature moves. That Buckshot Lariat was nasty!
The move has so much umph to it that Wilma crashes against the bottom turnbuckle. Beretta signals for something epic coming and screams “NO MORE DADDY’S GIRL” while running to the opposite side of the ring. She leaps onto the top ring rope, balances herself, then soars through the air like a rocket toward Wilma and careens into her with a Coast to Coast Dropkick.
Wilma goes limp.
Beretta drags her away from the corner and shoots the half.
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING! DING! DING!
The fans give her a mixed reaction, 60/40 ratio with jeers edging out, as her hand is raised.
COOKIE CARTER: Your winner of the match via pinfall, BERETTA….BLADE!
While her music plays, she gets real close and personal with the camera, giving everyone watching a message.
BERETTA BLADE: Did you watch me? Did you see that? I’m gonna be great. Better scoop me up before someone else does. All you managers out there.
She does the “call me” gesture then double pistol fingers and bangs bangs into commercial break.
WINNER (via pinfall): Beretta Blade
Match Length: 4 minutes 8 seconds
PREVIEW VIGNETTE
Host: Denise Essex with Special Guest: JAMES RAVEN
ON THE NEXT EDITION OF
ON THE NEXT EDITION OF
WGWF Presents:
Monday Night Brawl
2.13.23
Match 1:
IC Title Tournament:
“Cholo” Giavonni Santana vs Paul Montouri
Match 2:
JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE vs “THE KINGDOM” FRED DEBONAIR
Match 3:
Six Person Tag
JOHN BLADE, SAM CHATMAN, and ADDISON ANDREWS vs DAMAGE, “THE EPITOME” MIKE ANGELO, and VITTORE COSTA
Match 4:
Triple Threat Match
BAM MILLER vs ZARA IVORY vs ATARA RAVEN
MAIN EVENT:
WGWF World Heavyweight Championship
Guest Commentator: Mark “The Dragon” Cross
PETER VAUGHN © vs ACE SKY
Content by the WGWF Roster
Commentary and Graphics by The Sauce Boss
Produced by the handler of
Monday Night Brawl
2.13.23
Match 1:
IC Title Tournament:
“Cholo” Giavonni Santana vs Paul Montouri
Match 2:
JOHN “THE BEAST” CABLE vs “THE KINGDOM” FRED DEBONAIR
Match 3:
Six Person Tag
JOHN BLADE, SAM CHATMAN, and ADDISON ANDREWS vs DAMAGE, “THE EPITOME” MIKE ANGELO, and VITTORE COSTA
Match 4:
Triple Threat Match
BAM MILLER vs ZARA IVORY vs ATARA RAVEN
MAIN EVENT:
WGWF World Heavyweight Championship
Guest Commentator: Mark “The Dragon” Cross
PETER VAUGHN © vs ACE SKY
Content by the WGWF Roster
Commentary and Graphics by The Sauce Boss
Produced by the handler of