Post by Buster Gloves on Feb 27, 2023 9:10:57 GMT -5
COLD OPEN
Voice: Excuse me miss? Are you Lexi Gold???
Lexi looks over her shoulder towards where the voice had come from, smiling as always as some of the Cheez Itz surrounds her lips. She wipes her mouth before giving an answer.
Lexi Gold: I sure am, have we met?
The camera zooms out as ‘The King of Kings’, Goth, walks up towards her, extending his hand as the two shake each other's hands.
Goth: I’m Goth, a close friend to both Kim Pain AND the tag team champions. I couldn’t help but notice that you and Kim are scheduled to face the champs for the gold. I was wondering if I could help you out? I have a long history as a tag team wrestler.
Lexi Gold: I'm no stranger to tag team wrestling either, but I haven't had the best history with partners. They never work out for me long term, so I'm willing to hear whatever you have to say.
Lexi crosses her arms, finding it suspicious that Goth is a member of CCPE and they just randomly ran into each other, but at the same time there's isn’t anyone else willing to lend out a hand.
Goth smiles as he realizes that she is hesitant to shake his hand, raising both hands in an apologetic fashion.
Goth: Forgive me for my forwardness my dear, but I have always found tag team wrestling to be an art form that only a few truly can understand. People sometimes think that everybody can be a tag team wrestler, but to succeed is willing to open up towards your tag team partner to create trust. But the key to being successful is to know what your role is in a team. Are you a leader? Or are you the work horse???
He stares at her with a confident look on his face as Lexi starts to think about what he had just said.
Lexi Gold: Hmm, tough question, but if I have to choose I'd say the work horse I suppose. I don't know what Kim is. I just hope she and I can be on the same page. It's an important match for me. No time for screw-ups.
Goth gestures towards her to sit down at a table nearby, they sit down at the chairs as he stares at her. This causes Lexi to feel a little bit uncomfortable.
Goth: I see potential in you Lexi, but I do also see doubt creeping in your mind with certain obstacles being thrown at you… whether mental or inside that squared circle.
He places his hands together in front of his face as he remains silent, clearly lost in thoughts before dropping his hands on the table as he nods his head.
Goth: I can tell why Kim is excited to tag with you Lexi.
She giggles to herself and tilts her head to the side, opening up a bit more to him.
Lexi Gold: Well I am pretty fun, adventurous, open-minded and like you pointed out I work hard in the ring. All of them are good qualities to admire, so I can see why she's excited to team with me. I wish I knew more about her, but I'm willing to do my homework.
Goth shakes his head, causing Lexi to raise an eyebrow.
Goth: All you need to do is that you have to be her tag team partner every single day of the week, not just inside the ring my dear. You do your homework upon your opposition, but you need to bond with your tag team partner. You see Lexi, Kim is an individual that can break down any opponent with her wrestling ability as well the determination to be the very best. She needs someone that has her back, she needs someone that she can trust. She needs you Lexi, because your ability will compliment her.
She is about to say something, but Goth jumps in before she can reply
Goth: But my concern is Lexi, you seem to me to be a wonderful and kind person. Someone that is always willing to help someone out. But are you able to be selfish? Are you able to be vicious?? And are you willing to follow???
His intensity suddenly changes into a serious look as he stares intently towards her.
Lexi Gold: Selfish? Uh, I don't know, but if pushed too far my mean side definitely comes out, especially when you involve my dolls, snakes, or the people I care about most. Are you saying that she might bring out my vicious side?
Goth smiles as he shakes his head no, he pushes his hair aside and stares at her with his imposing eyes.
Goth: No my dear, she just wants to know whether YOU start to push to shove when it is necessary. You can be the only one to decide when the evil side has to come out.
Goth gets up, nods his head towards her and walks off.
2.26.23
Ring Rust Cafe & Studio @ The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas
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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 The Over The Top 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 a 2nd round IC Tourney Match, Paul Montuori met Cholo, Giovanni Santana for a ticket to the championship match at Wrestle Wars 8. Cholo walked away with the win after a rollup.
Fred Debonair was supposed to meet John Cable in the next matchup, but the match never happened. Instead, Debonair took a chair to Cable and did damage to the injured knee of the Beast. The match was called a no-contest.
The unsporting ways continued in the next match as the team of Addison Andrews, Samuel Chatman, and John Blade were scheduled to face Vittore Coast, Mike Angelo, and Damage the Untamed Demon. Fights were going on all over the building. Another no-contest.
Atara Raven, Zara Ivory, and Bam Miller weren’t afraid to bring the action though as they met in a triple-threat. It was nice to see Bam Miller get back in the win column after a string of near victories. He got the pin over Zara Ivory.
And finally, in the main event. Ace Sky met Peter Vaughn in a World Heavyweight Championship bout. The champion retained the belt after what turned out to be a much closer match than anticipated. Vaughn moves on to face Mark Cross at Wrestlewars. Ace Sky gets to refocus and figure out what’s next.
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: What’s poppin’ Sauce Bizzle? How it do?
SAUCE BOSS: Ms. Cola. Are we ready for the biggest night of WGWF DARK, yet?
CHERRY COLA: My loins are literally frothing at the prospect.
SAUCE BOSS: I share the sentiment. Lots to look forward to. The fans will get their money’s worth tonight. 3 matches, including some of the top names on the Roster, and a few surprises that you WILL NOT want to miss.
CHERRY COLA: Oooh. I love surprises. Except surprise sex. I only love that about half the time.
SAUCE BOSS: The gloves are coming off, but the pants stay on. It’s time for some action. What do you say, Cherry?
CHERRY COLA: Feelin’ fine as hell. Let’s turn up.
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 form fitting white and gold striped dress. Or is it black and blue? You decide.
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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The words fade as we hear the Church bells cling before the guitar riff starts playing along with the choir singing. The music builds up to where finally Corey Taylor can be heard. The name Goth emerges upon the titan tron, but the man only walks out after Corey Taylor can be heard screaming the words: “I’m finally holding on to letting go!!” As explosions go off on the side of the entrance stage. Goth stares at the crowd as his fiancé Melissa emerges behind him.
COOKIE CARTER: Now approaching the ring. Currently residing from Manhattan, New York!!! Weighing in at 239 lbs. He is the King of Kings!! Goth!!!!
Goth lifts his head upwards to the ceiling while extending his arms, a smirk emerges upon his face as he listens to the mixed reactions. After a few seconds he looks back ahead of him towards the ring walking slowly, totally ignoring the fans who are trying to touch him as he walks to the steel ringsteps. He gets on the ring apron before opening up the top and middle ring rope for his fiancé Melissa as she steps through them. He then steps in the ring and stares down his opponent/awaits his opponent as his music slowly fades.
We are at ringside as Goth’s music hits and the Gothic One walks out to the ring with a cold stare in his eyes.
SAUCE BOSS: We just saw him in that opening segment and now we get to see him in action. He is the man that took the number one contender to the limit several weeks ago on Brawl, but came up just a little bit too short.
CHERRY COLA: Short?? Did you look at the size of this guy?? Man, he looks like a vampire. He’s my big bad True Blood dom-daddy.
SAUCE BOSS: You do know that he is engaged right???
CHERRY COLA: ARE YOU SH*TTING ME?!
COOKIE CARTER: And already in the ring, from Jacksonville, Florida. Weighing in at 225 lbs. He is the Code Breaker!!! Coding Rhodes!!!!
The crowd boos the man that makes a backslash sign with his hands before suddenly getting booted in the midsection by Goth.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings as Goth has Coding Rhodes by the head, staring him down as he motions for the camera to come closer
GOTH: I told the world that I would teach you all a thing or two about mind games???
He takes a quick look to Coding Rhodes before turning back towards the camera.
GOTH: Well this individual for instance want you to believe that it is a good thing to have a mind of your own.
Goth suddenly levels Coding Rhodes with The Goth Drop and covers him while staring into the camera as the official starts to count to three.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
…
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
COOKIE CARTER:The winner of this match!! GOTH!!!!
Goth continues to stare into the camera as he ignores the official's attempt to raise his arm in victory.
GOTH: I hope you have been watching, because you have certainly been on my mind….
With that Goth walks off as that leaves people with more questions than answers.
SAUCE BOSS: On behalf of all the staff here at the WGWF... thank you, Goth.
CHERRY COLA: Totes.
WINNER (via pinfall): Goth
Match Length: 1 minutes 3 seconds
There’s a commotion backstage. It’s hard to see who is the cause of all of this because of the amount of fat security guards blocking the view for starters. But after a few short moments, a man breaks free from the mess and it's none other than… J MONT. And he has a good reason to be pissed off. His $800,000 dollar custom suit almost got ruined thanks to the fat bastards that call themselves security, grabbing and drooling like the suit is a buffet at the Golden Corral. And this isn't just any kind of suit. It’s 1 of only 3 ever made. It’s a Stuart Hughes Diamond Edition that took 800 hours to make. It includes 480 diamonds placed carefully all over. And to top it off, Gucci Princeton Crocodile Slippers with Double G. A Rolex GMT Master II Ice edition shines brightly. J MONT looks like a MILLION BUCKS.
CHERRY COLA: OMG. It’s J Mont! He’s here! He’s really here.
SAUCE BOSS: Calm down, Cheryl!
CHERRY COLA: Don’t tell me what to do!
SAUCE BOSS: You can’t have him. I don’t even understand why you like this guy so much.
CHERRY COLA: How dare you! Heels to Jesus I would pass that man’s gravy faster than a greased pig. He. Is. A. GOD!
J Mont makes his way towards the ring from the back for the first time in quite a while. WGWF has missed his presence.
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!
The explosions are truly unnecessary but it's the only way that J Mont knows how to make an entrance. He walks from the back and just stands there for a moment. Taking it all in. The mixed reaction of cheers and boos. One of the most loved and hated men in this business. He slowly makes his way to the ring, acting like time does not matter. And before he gets into the ring, he makes a pit stop over to the announcers area. He looks at The Sauce Boss and nods his head. Cherry Cola ‘s face is red. J Mont takes her by the hand. He raises it up and gives it a kiss. Cherry Cola’s face says it all. As J Mont lets go of her hand, he turns around and walks up the steps and into the ring. A mic is handed to him.
CHERRY COLA: Saucey, I have a problem.
SAUCE BOSS: Just one?
CHERRY COLA: At the moment… yes.
SAUCE BOSS: You know, J Mont is a married man. His wife is not going to be happy about this. Or about you.
CHERRY COLA: Sorry, not sorry. She’s not my problem.
SAUCE BOSS: Then what IS the problem?
CHERRY COLA: I need to change my undergarments. These have been soiled.
SAUCE BOSS: Eww. Gross.
J Mont taps the mic to make sure it is working because he knows that James Raven has to have been made aware of this takeover of the dark show.
J MONT: It was only a matter of time before I decided it was time to show my face here again. I was finding it quite comical to be honest of all the direct deposits that were hitting my account on a weekly basis. I don't know what the logic is behind James Raven keeping me off TV, but I know it's hurting the pockets of the WGWF. I am gold. I am the money maker. Just look around everywhere else I'm doing business at, and they will pull the books and show you the increased revenues and attendance. But hey, who am I to argue. Just keep paying me to stay home Raven. If that is what gets you off at night, so be it.
The fans want to see him back in action. They want him around doing what he does best. Causing havoc and raising hell.
J MONT: I appreciate the love and support tonight, but you guys can thank James Raven for me not being on TV. His jealousy of me is childish and not professional for a general manager. But mark my words, when the time is right, I will strike. STRIKE FIRST! STRIKE HARD! NO MERCY! So James, make sure you watch all of your surroundings and pay attention because you never know when the master plan is going to go down. All the free time you have given me has worked to my advantage. Stay Tuned!
J Mont drops the mic and just stands there, in the middle of the ring like it’s his own. These Twizted Thoughtz of his are never a good thing for anyone or any company. J Mont makes his way over to the ropes and climbs through the middle and hops down to the ground. He looks over to Cherry Cola and blows her a kiss as he makes his way to the back.
SAUCE BOSS: J Mont is back in the WGWF!!!
CHERRY COLA: My precious. I want to have his babies and give them up for adoption.
SAUCE BOSS: … that’s kind of horrible.
CHERRY COLA: Shut up, Sauce! I always get what I want!
SAUCE BOSS: So be it then. J Mont is back and he has a stalker. What’s the worst that could happen?
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vs. When we cut back to the ring, “Beethoven’s 5th Symphony” plays and the fans boo Professor Wrestling as he saunters out sporting a new look.
SAUCE BOSS: I almost didn’t recognize him with this new look. Wow.
CHERRY COLA: I wish he had a new theme song too. I’m gonna go pop a squat.
After his usual ballyhoo with the fans on the way to the ring, he finally enters and motions for his music to stop. As always he has his special hands free headset device which is activated.
PROFESSOR WRESTLING: Hello class, first and foremost as you can see I shaved all my hair off. It was brought to my attention by Mr. Raven that my hair was offensive to some viewers. Apparently it was too messy and curly for someone whom they wanted to hold this prestigious position. Very understandable. So, I did as requested and donated my hair to charity.
The fans applaud his noble deed.
PROFESSOR WRESTLING: I look like a brand new man. I almost didn’t recognize myself in the mirror. I’m still a hit with the ladies though, so that didn’t change. Now, onto today’s lesson, since I know you fine people are yearning for learning. Today we’re gonna do it differently. I’m not gonna educate an opponent as I go through the match. This lesson will be for all the wrestlers, from the lowly ones stuck in catering all the way to the main eventers. Yes siree bob, I’m about to teach you all how to deal with the age old obstacle known as….. (wiggles fingers spooky like) … the MYSTERY OPPONENT.
The fans murmur. There’s some interest here.
PROFESSOR WRESTLING: Don’t you just hate it when you prepare for a specific opponent of a specific style and then he or she comes down with a sudden injury or food poisoning, and management has to find you an opponent who’s a total mystery to you? Don’t you just loathe it when management gets mad at you and purposefully books you against a Mystery Opponent just to screw you over? Well, I’ve asked management to book me against a Mystery Opponent so I can teach you how to handle the situation. Let us begin class.
He nods up the ramp.
Some music starts up to introduce his opponent, but when it does, Professor Wrestling bolts from the ring and races up the ramp like a bat out of hell with almost superhuman speed. A man begins to emerge from behind the curtain, getting half way out, clad in what appears to be simple red wrestling trunks with matching pads and boots. Professor Wrestling OBLITERATES the unsuspecting foe with a Pop Quiz that has all that speed built up in it. The man rockets back from whence he came. Professor Wrestling retrieves him and gives him a Failing Grade on the steel platform basically DESTROYING him.
The fans jeer Professor Wrestling as he casually jogs back to the ring like he’s a running enthusiast on a leisurely 6:00 am trot. He re-enters the ring and signals something to the referee who turns and begins a convo with Cookie Carter.
PROFESSOR WRESTLING: That’s all you need to do, Class. Hit them before they can get to the ring. As per rules of the Universal Wrestling Manual, chapter 14, paragraph 4, sub-section A… Any competitor who cannot physically reach the ring to commence the contest will forfeit the contest to their opponent, providing their opponent has physically entered the ring.
COOKIE CARTER: (confused) Your winner… by way of… forfeit? PROFESSOR WRESTLING!
The crowd boos the piss out of him.
PROFESSOR WRESTLING: Tough crowd, but that’s okay. You’ve learned a lesson today that will last a lifetime and I know the boys and girls in the back learned something too. Please be advised that in the next Dark episode there will be no class. I will be in a grieving period. I found out moments ago of a death in the family. My niece… her gerbil, Lawrence, died and it’s hitting us hard, my niece moreso. Don’t fret though. I will still be at Wrestlewars to teach Milk Man Mayson another lesson. Hopefully he will take what he learns this next time around and become a better man and competitor. Until then be good, be great, just be yourselves.
They jeer him out of the ring and he takes pics with fans on the way out.
WINNER (via forfeit): Professor Wrestling
Match Length: NA
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It's all about the Money hits and the fans look on in surprise. When Mr. Money walks through the curtain, the fans boo him. Punisher and him have been working together lately. He smiles and waves at the audience before flipping them off and laughing. He walks down the ramp holding a duffel bag close to him. Mr. Money enters the ring as he demands a microphone and stands in the middle of the ring.
Mr. Money: I can tell by the amount of noise you're making that you really love me. Not that I care about what the fans of WGWF have to say. I know you weren't expecting to see me here, but I love the misery it brings you. However, as much as I would love to be here just to annoy the sh*t out of you, I do come with an announcement.
He holds up a duffel bag as the crowd continues to boo and hiss at him.
Mr Money: Sadly, it's not that I also own part of this company because the very first thing I would do is ban Sonya Benson from ever competing here again. She and her entire family, friends and associates, would be arrested and put into one cell together. I’d throw away the key. Instead, what I have to say is about this bag right here. Inside this bag is something that everyone wants. It is something everyone desires. In fact, it’s exactly what WGWF needs to freshen things up. I am here to push the envelope and do things this company has never seen before.
He places the bag in the middle of the ring and scans the room. He hones in on the commentary team of the Sauce Boss and Cherry Cola.
Mr. Money: The two brain cells you have left are patiently waiting for the reveal, but I do things when I want to, just like the Punisher and Sonya Benson. Each week a little more will be revealed about our plan and the rest of it will be revealed during WrestleWars weekend.
The fans really let him have it as Mr. Money smiles.
Mr. Money: I can feel the love tonight. All of you… people… are jealous because you want what's in this bag. You can’t have it though because you absolutely suck at life. What's in this bag will cause jealousy and turmoil among roster, the staff, and one… very… lucky… fan.
He reaches down grabbing the bag and rolled out of the ring and up the ramp disappearing backstage.
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We cut back to the ring.
“Hero” by Enrique Iglesias begins to play over the PA and the crowd goes silent as a spotlight shines on the entrance way revealing the Delicious One. His back is to the crowd, and his arms are spread out wide revealing the rhinestones words "Simply Delicious" on the back of the robe. Milk Mayson’s showboats to the ring in his fancy robe.
COOKIE CARTER: Making his way to the ring, from Cedar Rapids, Iowa, and weighing 140 pounds, he is the “DELICIOUS ONE”... Delicious Milk Mayson.
SAUCE BOSS: It looks like Mighty Milk Mason is confident as ever now that he has his rematch locked in with Professor Wrestling at Wrestlewars.
CHERRY COLA: Too bad confidence can’t kick someone’s ass. You gotta do that shit yourself. It’s time to see if he’s taking his lessons from the Professor to heart. I’m gonna say no right off the bat cause, look, he’s still wearing those 15 pound birth control goggles.
“Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons starts up.
BERETTA
F*CKING
BLADE
COOKIE CARTER: And his opponent, from West Newbury, Mass, she is the Girl of Tomorrow…. BERETTA BLADE!
Beretta storms out to a calling of mixed reactions. She knocks away some of the fans signs and drinks and food who hurl insults about her being "Daddy's Girl." She tags hands and fist bumps those putting respect on her. Once inside the ring she does a finger pistol gesture and "bang bangs" the hard camera.
SAUCE BOSS: Not many rookies get to make their debut in the Main Event but Beretta did just that on the last episode of Dark. She made quite the impact with her in ring showcase and on the mic.
CHERRY COLA: You left out the part where she’s got Daddy issues. Like MAJOR fucking daddy issues.
DING DING DING!
They lock up and Beretta is caught off guard by how easy it is to manhandle her foe into the corner. She’s so shocked that she breaks and back pedals with a confused look on her face. Milk runs at her like she stole the last bottle of milk on earth but gets tossed up and over with a hip toss, then an arm drag, then a clean looking dropkick. Mason swats the mat in frustration and charges at her again but she side steps him while simultaneously swiping his glasses off his face. She puts them on as he turns and stumbles around at her with his fist cocked back.
Beretta Blade: Would you really hit a girl in glasses?
The answer is a resounding YES. She parries and puts him in a headlock. Milk instantly pushes her off with some force and sends her against the ropes. He doesn’t wait to anchor her into a move, he trails behind her fast and High Knees the Beretta in the middle since he’s seeing three of her because of his lack of glasses.
Milk goes maniac with wanton chops and punches and kicks to the Beretta in the middle as well as the other two just in case. The pressure forces her into the corner where he traps her with so many shoulder thrusts to the breadbasket that the referee pulls him off and threatens him with a DQ if he disobeys again. The Delicious One reclaims his glasses from her and puts them on, then slaps her hard for her trolling.
SAUCE BOSS: Milky is feeling saucey tonight. Maybe Professor Wrestling really did light a fire under his ass.
CHERRY COLA: This might be the molly talking, but he’s looking mighty fine being all assertive and sh*t. I’d probably pity pork him.
Milk whips her into the other corner then runs toward her and does a fancy cartwheel. Everyone thinks he’s gonna do a cool flashy move coming out of the cartwheel but they’re disappointed as it’s just a simple but effective corner body splash. He loops an arm around her head and Running Bulldogs her. The Delicious One is all fired up and struts around flexing his tiny muscles at the camera while yelling “NOW WATCH ME GIVE HER A FAILING GRADE, PROFESSOR WRESTLING.”
He couches in wait to make his grand showcase out of her. When she finally stands up he bolts toward her but she combat rolls out of the way of whatever he was trying to do, and then she yells “DADDY’S BURDEN CARRIER” as she jars his entire existence with the Lungblower-backcracker she’s perfected into finishing people off. Milk bounces comically high into the air before crashing to the canvas. Beretta swoops in for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
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THREE!
COOKIE CARTER: Your winner of the match by pinfall, BERETTA BLADE!
A nice mixed reaction greets the 20 year old as her hand is raised. Just like last time she was in a match, she trots up to the hard camera and gets up close and personal with the fans at home.
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The camera cuts to show our "Lone-wolf" Samuel Chatman walking from the parking lot towards the hallways. The cheers from the crowd acknowledge just how entertaining he was on the last episode of Brawl. He wears all casuals and a bag slinged on his shoulder. His face is seen glowing with a smile.
: "...Excuse me..."
Sam's walk is cut off by the sound of a man’s voice. He looks off to the side, finding some guys standing not too far off. They are fans, and they stand behind the barricade. Sam walks up with the same smile on his face.
Samuel Chatman: "Hey All!... may I ask you what is the reason for your presence?"
: "We’re your biggest fans and we loved you standing against “The Untamed Demon” Damage. So, we were just hoping to get your autograph and some pictures. Is that possible?", responds one among the fans behind the barricade.
The man is giving an innocent smile as he holds a napkin and pen in his hand. Others, take pictures while Sam signed his name. The man with the napkin is last. He waits patiently with a pen in his hand. Sam finally signs it.
Samuel Chatman: "Alright...man!.... Here it is!….."
:"....it doesn't matter. It's not for me...."
The modulation and the tone of the napkin fan sounds completely changed now. Sam's smile vanishes from his face and he furrows his brow.
Samuel Chatman: "What're you talking about?"
:"....I just thought the world would want something to remember you by...after he destroys you."
The man sounds more devilish as Sam responds
Samuel Chatman:"...What do you mean the world needs something to remember me by?”
The man seems to be loving the face reaction of Sam who holds his smile as the man continues.
:"Don't play dumb with me....we all know that he could spread you out on a slab and fill your mouths with your mother’s intestines..."
The man was growing creepier and creepier by the second, as evidenced by the growing looks of worry on Samuel's face.
Samuel Chatman:"....who... and... what...do... you... mean?"
Damage is seen walking behind Sam, in a black sweatshirt with black Jeans and boots. Coolers to his eyes.
Damage: "I believe he means me...Mr. Sam."
His voice echoes off the walls of the Parking lot as he walks. The Untamed Demon drawing nearer.
As soon as Sam sees Damage, he goes into a gorilla position to fight, but Damage is not in mood and just throws a smile at Sam. They are surrounded by security to keep them separated.
Damage: "Relax Boys!...I will not put hands on Mr. Sam today, as that's what Mr. James Raven has ordered me to do…. So relax!..."
Hearing those words, security loosens, but doesn’t move from their position.
Damage: "I believe that action speaks more than the words. For weeks, Mr. Sam, you have been wanting to expose me to the people. Right?.. Well, here we are.. Last month, I challenged you to a last man standing match, but you wanted a normal match first. That was given to you last week but... again, it didn’t happen. So how about this?"
Damage comes closer to Samuel Chatman. Face to face. Eye to eye.
Damage: "I will raise the bar higher this time than the last. You and me, in a "Burn with Chains" match at Wrestle-wars 8. Now, will you accept this challenge or are you going to tuck your tail between your legs and run for your life?"
Damage with an evil grin on his face, finishes his words and looks at Sam as he waits for a response.
Samuel Chatman: “You know what? If you like it, I love It! I want to destroy you in a match of your choosing, and make no mistake, I will f*cking end you at WrestleWars8. But I want something since you are getting everything. When I beat you, I want you to tell the entire world that I am the best in the world. Deal?"
Damage with a still evil grin on his face responds to Sam.
Damage: "I would give some advice, Mr. Sam. Choose your words carefully. It is NOT "When you beat me"...It is always... "IF YOU BEAT ME"... I accept your deal! I make sure that you....'BURN..... WITH....CHAINS'...hahahahahahahahahahah"
With that evil laughter that echoes the parking lot, Damage backs-off with his eyes and Samules, locked on eachother.
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A Strings-Only Version of “Eleanor Rigby” blares over the speakers! The crowd boos as “The King of the Mid-Carders” and the self-proclaimed “MASTER OF REALITY”, Mark Flynn walks through the Ring Rust Cafe, a microphone in his hand…
He steps up the steps, a vicious snarl on his face, as he walks to the center of the ring. The crowd boos to try and drown out Flynn.
MARK FLYNN: “...See. I expected a warmer reception…”
The crowd rains down its disapproval.
MARK FLYNN: “Because last time I was here at the ol’ Ring Rust Cafe, I PUT ON THE MATCH OF A LIFETIME… With Buster Gloves.”
The crowd cheers! It’s not clear if they’re begrudgingly admitting how tight that match was… Or if they just love Buster Gloves.
MARK FLYNN: “He and I TORE THE ROOF OFF THE RING RUST! It was a back-and-forth SLUGFEST… Or, I should say… STAPLEFEST.”
Holy shit, this crowd is getting red hot! …And off a Flynn promo!
MARK FLYNN: “Yep, Glovesy came reeeeeeeeal close to getting the W…”
…Flynn shakes his head.
MARK FLYNN: “And it only took EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU DISGUSTING LAS VEGANS HOLDING ME DOWN TO GIVE HIM A CHANCE.”
In a split-second, the crowd is back to booing, more furiously than ever before! Flynn grins as he leans over the bottom rope.
MARK FLYNN: “That’s right, one of those staples came from the ENTIRE RING RUST CAFE PHYSICALLY HOLDING ME DOWN. You ALL got INVOLVED in that match… Which means… ipso facto… I beat EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU.”
Oh my God, the crowd is booing so hard, their voices are getting hoarse.
MARK FLYNN: “Which PROVES what we already knew. That MARK FLYNN is BETTER than this HELLHOLE THAT GOD FORGOT… LAS VEGAS.”
Oh man, security is getting some pushing and shoving in the front row, this crowd might start a riot…
Flynn is loving it.
MARK FLYNN: “But… BUT!”
Flynn holds up his hand begrudgingly.
MARK FLYNN: “Apparently, some people here don’t *like* how frequently I come on here and TRASH this fucking NIGHTMARE TOWN.”
Flynn flashes a grin.
MARK FLYNN: “I’ve actually gotten a few DMs on Twitter… From LOCALLY-BASED Vegas Wrestlers… Telling me that if they ever see my face, they’ll STOMP IT IN HALF…”
…Flynn’s eye twitches.
MARK FLYNN: “Which gave me a great idea… THE MARK FLYNN LAS VEGAS OPEN CHALLENGE.”
Flynn weaves his hand through the air as he presents this idea.
MARK FLYNN: “Every Dark, I’m giving a Vegas-based wrestler a chance to SHUT ME UP. ONE CHANCE… Against the GREATEST. WRESTLER. OF. ALL. TIME.”
Flynn smiles as he gestures toward the back.
MARK FLYNN: “So, kids. You fucking JOBBERS working BINGO HALLS and HIGH-SCHOOL GYMS… You wanna get famous? You wanna get big enough to leave the kiddie pool that is REGIONAL WRESTLING? Here’s your FUCKING CHANCE.”
Flynn drops the mic.
…
He draws a line with his foot in the ring, begging someone in the back to step-up…
…
vs. 
Suddenly, “Because I Got High” by Afro-Man hits the speakers. Rolling down the ring, is a slender man, wearing oversized sunglasses and a big goofy grin… The crowd pops!
The ring announcer is handed a notecard… Wait, no, that’s a bar napkin!
COOKIE CARTER: “On his way to the ring! From Las Vegas, Nevada! Weighing 160 pounds! Representing CBD Wrestling… Carnage (and) Brutality (in) Dispensaries… Jaaaaaack Pott!”
vs.
Jack Pott giggles to himself, somewhat mesmerized by the smiling, cheering faces around him… He waves as he slowly ambles to the ring…
Pott looks a little… shaky… as he makes his way up the stairs… But, eventually, he finds a way inside the ring, through the ropes… And across from Flynn.
An official steps through the ropes and confirms they’re both ready.
Flynn growls grumpily, nodding.
After a few seconds, Pott notices the official talking to him and nods.
The bell rings!
Flynn wastes no time, throwing a HUGE knife-edge chop…
But Pott ducks it, forward-rolling under Flynn’s strike and springing to his feet like ‘Ta-da!’ The crowd is pleased, as Pott clings onto the rope, giggling to himself.
…Flynn looks mighty grumpy. He calls out to Pott, lifting his hands, demanding a collar-and-elbow tie-up!
Pott covers his heart, seemingly touched, and extends his arms… I think *he* thinks Flynn wants a hug.
Flynn grits his teeth, furiously! He runs!
But Pott bends at the waist! AND FLIPS FLYNN OVER! Back-Body Drop!
Flynn goes up and over landing HARD on his spine… (still probably sore from those staples to the back a few weeks ago).
Flynn cradles his spine, scrambling backward on his ass as he backs into the corner to regroup… Pott follows him, finally ready to take initiative on offense…
Pott grabs Flynn by the scruff of the neck… But Flynn grabs Pott by the vest and TRIPS HIS LEG FORWARDS TOWARD THE CORNER! Pott’s skull is RAMMED into the middle turnbuckle so hard, one of the lenses pops out of his sunglasses!
Pott is hung up in the turnbuckle… Until Flynn drags him by the hair towards the center of the ring…
Flynn locks in a guillotine choke hold… Followed by an Inverted Facelock Backbreaker! The crowd oohs as you can hear Pott’s vertebrae crunch…
And Flynn doesn’t release the hold… Instead, he spins into a CROSS-RHODES! Pott’s face bounces like a rubber ball against the mat!
This match just reached its LOGICAL CONCLUSION!
Pott’s smile finally vanishes as he lies unconscious in the ring…
Flynn, despite Pott’s flurry of offense, comfortably lounges backwards against Pott, like he’s on vacation.
The official counts!
ONE!
TWO!
...
THREE!!!
COOKIE CARTER: “Here is your winner, by way of pinfall, Mark Flynn!!!”
Flynn stands up… Just to fall to his knees like he won the Super-Bowl! The crowd boos its heart out… Furious that Flynn just beat one of their hometown talent.
Pott blinks on the mat, looking thoroughly beaten…
When suddenly, Flynn hits the ropes… AND BASEBALL SLIDES POTT!
Pott is struck so hard, he goes under the ropes and lands hard on his side!
The crowd starts throwing garbage in the ring in disapproval, because the boos clearly aren’t telling Flynn what they think of him.
Flynn cackles insidiously as his music blares over the speakers.
MARK FLYNN: “TUNE IN NEXT DARK TO WATCH YOUR LOCAL HEROES GET FUCKING WREEEEEEEEEECKED.”
...
...
(Dead air...)
CHERRY COLA: Hey Saucey. Weren't we supposed to do commentary over this?
SAUCE BOSS: ...
CHERRY COLA: ...I think you're on mute.
SAUCE BOSS: ...ah, tartar sauce! I didn't even know this headset had a mute button.
WINNER (via pinfall): Mark Flynn
Match Length: 1 minute 46 seconds
BERETTA
F*CKING
BLADE
SAUCE BOSS: Well surprise, surprise. Here she comes again, fresh off her victory earlier tonight.
CHERRY COLA: This b*tch comes back more often than a UTI.
The Girl of Tomorrow enters her turf rocking the sky blue colored jeans and black cool girl style jacket. She claims the house mic and holds it toward the fans, allowing their voices to be heard despite half booing her.
As her tunes die out she strolls around the podium for dramatic purposes before stopping next to it and places the microphone to her lips.
BERETTA BLADE: As I expected, boss man Page had his goons greet me at the door earlier to make sure my attire was up to snuff. For those of you who don’t know, me and the boss man had some words on Twitter. My sorry dad got messed up on drugs or booze and was roaming around making a fool of himself. He tried humping cars. I got sh*t on for it because I’m his daughter. Yay me. I asked boss man Page to fire him but his reply was……… this….
Chris Page
Replying to @berrettawgwf
"I mean, who are we to hate on what someone else chooses to wear?"
Replying to @berrettawgwf
"I mean, who are we to hate on what someone else chooses to wear?"
Beretta out here making friends, I see. Biting the hand that feeds her.
[/font]CHERRY COLA: Bandana Biotch is just keeping it 100. But it won’t work. I’ve asked Page-Diddy to fire like a dozen people already and he ain’t even called me back yet.
BERETTA BLADE: So I guess I need your help ladies and gentlemen. Please tweet boss man Page and pressure him to get rid of my sorry old dad!
Some of the spectators cheer for this. Others duel them with jeers, for they ironically love them some John Blade.
BERETTA BLADE: That encounter wasn’t as shitty as no managers or factions taking me up on my offer to be on their team though. I was pretty bummed but then it hit me: they only deal with champions. It’s like a requirement or something. Duh, Beretta. So I decided to do what already needed to be done on this program anyway.
She removes the cloth from the hidden object like she’s a magician doing a big reveal.
BERETTA BLADE: VOILA! I introduce to you the WGWF Dark Championship! But wait…. THERE’S MORE…..
The Girl of Tomorrow fastens the big beautiful gold belt around her waist and spins. The crowd shoots her an increasingly good albeit mixed reaction.
BERETTA BLADE: I also introduce to you the inaugural DUBYA GEE DUBYA EF DARK CHAMPION…….. THE GIRL OF TOMORROW…. THE B TO THE E, R, E, DOUBLE T, A… BERETTA BLADE!
CHERRY COLA: Yooooooo this bitch is wilding out, Bossy. You green lit this shit?
SAUCE BOSS: Uh, nnnnope. I wasn’t informed of a new title. And I was specifically told that under no circumstances would a sanctioned WGWF Championship belt ever be allowed to be awarded or contended for on my ‘stupid little donkey show’. Beretta has gone into business for herself here.
The cool girl does the double finger pistols bang bang style and mimes blowing smoke off the barrels. One more time the fans engage in dueling cheers and jeers for her.
BERETTA BLADE: This is legit too. I used all my savings and the winnings I earned from beating Wilma Shakesfeare on DARK to get this custom made belt for myself. I also had to put money into licensing and legal paperwork. I’ve been on Ramen noodles and instant oatmeal for a week now because of that. Small price to pay for greatness.
Beretta takes a deep breath in to enjoy the moment.
BERETTA BLADE: With all this in play now, I declare my eligibility for recruitment into factions. I hear boss man Page is still recruiting for CCPE. I’m not sure WHY he is, because he already has more members in his armada than he does lines in his old wrinkly forehead, but I’m cool with letting bygones be bygones and joining up. SAGA is much cooler though. I’d look so good in a black and gold jersey. I know there’s a baker’s dozen other factions out there and I’m all ears for them too. Come holler at your girl, fam.
The second generation talent mimes a phone symbol with her thumb and pinky finger. She unsnaps the title from her waist and turns toward Sauce Boss.
BERETTA BLADE: Sauce Boss! I’m HER! I’m that girl. I’m the one. Run with me.
The 20 year old uses the middle ring rope to stand up on, making her frame taller and more pronounced. It’s like she’s trying to be imposing on Boss of all things Saucey. She hoists the title overhead with one hand.
BERETTA BLADE: Because you are now experiencing…… THE BERETTA EFFECT!
SAUCE BOSS: Do you think she has any clue that I have no sway over the WGWF or SAGA? She’s obviously confusing me with Theo Pryce or Buster Gloves or Mark Cross.
CHERRY COLA: What’s a SAGA? Sounds like an emo boy band.
SAUCE BOSS: You’re actually not that far from the truth.
A respectable POP happens for the Girl of Tomorrow. The marks love new titles and talks about stables until they realize how convoluted they make things. The camera does several cuts back and forth between Beretta and Saucey. The “staredown” is a good one despite the fact that the Sauce Boss is very confused about what he’s supposed to do about the situation. Beretta holds her expression set with determination and motivation, 1000% sure that the Sauce Boss, SAGA, CCPE, or a third developing stable (that’s totally not like Team Instinct) will recruit the fiery young gunslinger to join their ranks.
& 
Host: DENISE ESSEX with Special Guest: SONYA BENSON
“Ladies and gentlemen of the WGWF-A-Verse... welcome back to 'the RunDown', with me, Denise Essex! Last week, we had WGWF General Manager James Raven join us, where he announced the coming of Ravenstock in April. The week before was an intimate interview with WGWF Owner Chris Page. One might ask how you top those guests to make sure that this show just keeps getting better and better... and yet... this week... I think I have topped all of the past shows together. In a rare public interview, today we are joined by none other than WGWF's own Sonya Benson!” she announces excitedly as she motions towards the pink chiffon curtain to the side of the stage.
From behind the bright pink fabric emerges Sonya wearing an absolutely stunning Sherbrooke pantsuit, white with gold stripes, and the Television Championship fitted around her flawlessly formed waist as if the belt itself was created for her waist and her waist only. She strolls across the stage casually, her movements careful and full of grace, as she takes her seat at the desk with a sneer at the small crowd within the Ring Rust Cafe Studio.
“Ms. Benson... welcome to the show. I, uh... feel like I need to ask about the sudden interest you have in possession of the WGWF TV Title Belt, even though you aren't the current Champion... especially given your previous disdain for the very Title that you're wearing today.” she asks as she leans across the edge of the desk inquisitively.
“First of all Ms. Essex, thank you for having me. I must say the name of your show is quite fitting considering your, um, disposition. Run down definitely fits you” Sonya motions toward her, giving her once over. Denise doesn’t let the insult get to her and remains professional as she awaits the answer.
“Obviously I would love to have an immolation ceremony and destroy this gaudy trinket like I did the others, but I can’t. I just can’t. Ms. Essex, the look of despair, anger, jealousy that I get from the grease pellets in the stands and the boys and girls in the back when I have physical possession of this just fills my soul up. It tops me off. It’s almost orgasmic. This, pfft, championship is fake metal glued upon cheap leather, but to them *points to camera and fans in studio* It symbolizes a marker of excellence or some nonsense. Me having control of this is like an enemy army conquering their inferiors and taking their prestigious war banner. And you know what else? Come on now..”
Sonya stands and stretches her arms out, letting everyone get their view of her otherworldly beauty. What a generous and misunderstood champion.
“Is there anyone on the roster who looks better than I with this? My net worth was in the billions when my punishment in this wretched sport began and it’s dropped into the hundreds of millions since. Wearing this championship depreciates my net worth even more, but it’s worth it, Ms. Essex. It’s worth seeing the tears in the fans' eyes every time they see me with this. I guarantee you, Ms. Essex, as much as they hate me, I’m a guilty pleasure. Do you seriously want to see that bean faced Punisher with this? Strutting around with his missing tooth and unkempt hygiene?”
She does a slow spin, model runway, before sitting back down.
“Speaking of the recent goings on with the WGWF TV Title, you have a match for that Belt tomorrow on BRAWL. What's your plan going into this match with a less than happy Punisher?” her jaw clenched just a bit at the slight from Benson, but professional as they come, she continues the interview.
Benson’s jaw tightens at the mention of Pun’s name and the circumstances.
“I don’t care how happy he is. I know he’s injured. That was the plan. He’s injured and I’m gonna exploit it. That’s the plan. He’s big. He’s strong. He’s tough. He’s pissed. He’s scary. I’m woman enough to admit that I’m nervous about it, especially with flatulence-brained Raven banning Smith from ringside, but for all those things I just said, he’s still injured, majorly injured.”
“Well, How do you feel about his partial ownership of the WGWF, and what do you have up your sleeve to deal with his position? I know that while you may not like Page or Raven, they agree with you about making sure that he does not maintain his portion of ownership, but I am not sure how they actually plan to get it away from him. What's your play here?” Denise digs deeper at the very thing she knows drives Benson crazy.
Sonya shifts uncomfortably in her seat.
“Well…*concerned sigh*.. I don’t have a plan. Pun’s got me bent over a barrel with that. I tried buying a larger share of the company so I could override anything he tried to do, but my dad blocked it. Page and Raven could easily resolve this *snaps fingers* just like that but they won’t because they enjoy my misery. Pun used his power to make me wear Daisy Dukes and a “Property of Punisher” shirt 3x too small for me when I was doing my required WGWF vignette, and if that wasn’t bad enough he built an entire carnival at my expense. I was dunked in cold water tanks. I was forced to kiss ugly ass fans in a kissing booth. I was forced to let fans paint my face and they drew penises and all manner of vulgarity on me. Do you seriously think Punisher would still hold his share of the company if he did that to Atara or Canned-ass Page? When this feud is over between me and the Punisher, Page and Raven will automatically strip him of his ownership.”
Denise’s brows raise amid the very good point Sonya makes.
“Normally, the fans are not very receptive of your presence on WGWF Television, but last BRAWL, when you surprised Punisher, how did it feel when the fans actually cheered for you briefly?” she asked, truly curious about her emotional response from the strange reaction of the crowd.
The Most Beautiful Woman in this World and the World’s Not Yet Discovered thumb-strokes her chin and pauses a beat.
“I felt… hmm.. Vindicated? In that moment I proved everything I said about them over the past year and a half. They’re fair weathered. They’re fickle. They’re bi-polar. They’re flighty. They’re unworthy of being catered to by the mud-brained idiots in the locker room, but what do I know, Ms. Essex? I’m just a woman who proved my point and continuously utters truthful things that hurt people's delicate sensibilities.”
“So, the fans and I are very interested in getting more details on what's going on between you and your trainer, the undisputed GOAT and Final Boss champion of Level Up, Duncan Ryder? We saw some of the Valentine's Day interaction from some feeds on Twitter... and I know the world wants to know more of the details about that.” Denise says as she leans in to hear the juicy bits.
Sonya’s cheeks turn a rosier shade, and though she tries to hide it, a sweet genuine smile creases her mouth.
“I’ve never been alone on Valentine's Day. I’ve always had a date. The past Valentine’s I came dangerously close to not having one. It was gonna be another cherished thing this barbarous sport ripped away from me, but Duncan swooped in with a superhero landing and saved the day for me. Honestly I didn’t think he would. He does live at my estate now that Level Up is on hiatus but our interactions are sparse outside of training, and when we do interact he’s, well, very guarded and distant. But on Valentine's he..”
She stops. Her cheeks turn an even rosier shade now. And she subtly bites her lip.
“... was more open. Despite being a wrestler he’s actually a gentleman. He’s like a diamond floating in a toilet full of diarrhea. He made me feel normal again, like, I dunno.. I felt safe. We had fun.”
Some of the girls in the Ring Rust Cafe studio suspend their hatred for Sonya long enough to “aww” at the remarks. Denise opens her mouth to get the tea on the juicier details, but gets motioned off by Sonya, who gestures she’s ready to move on.
“I have to tell you... I love your sense of fashion. You are always dressed to the nines, and impeccable in your taste, at least in my opinion. How is it possible to look so hot but be so cold....?”
“Physical beauty is indifferent. It holds no alignment. Fun fact: face mapping researchers proved my face is the prettiest and most balanced in the world. It topped Kim Kardashian, Selena Gomez, and even the so-called model Atara Themis. It scored a 91.85% … they used measurements across several key markers; nose, lips, eyes, forehead, chin, and facial symmetry. Mine had the highest combined score. Being ‘cold’ has no factor, and you know what? I’m not as ‘cold’ as people claim. Just ask Duncan. Now as for ‘how’? That’s simple. Genetics primarily. I’ve also been forced to learn the ways of fashion and taste due to the world I was born into. I had to learn early on how to dress around my dad’s constituents: CEOs, businessmen, celebrities, politicians, people who judge you based on your attire not the content of your character. I know that aspect is foreign to you and the dregs that populate the fanbase, so let me put it in perspective. When I was 8 years old I was rocking 24 carat gold bracelets while you people were rocking $9 Wal-Mart Pokemon watches. Understand?”
“Well, since you have been doing so well in your career, are there any lessons you may have picked up in the business or in the ring that you plan to take with you after your career is over?” she asks.
She gives Denise the iconic Benson Bitch-Face.
“Wow. You were doing so good. I actually was liking this encounter but then you went and dropped that stinker on me. What kind of stupid question is that? Rhetorical. Don’t answer that. Obviously No, hell no, three tiers of hell no. When I collect my final win and earn my freedom, I’m taking the extra money withheld from me by my cruel old daddy and I’m retiring to the three islands allotted to me once this is over. I’ve learned my lesson. My debt to this wretched sport will be paid. We’ll call it a truce. Finito.”
”Well, what have you learned so far that you may actually be happy about having been in the industry for a while? I am sure there are some things you have picked up, surely?” She continues.
“I’ve learned not to judge a book by its cover. I come from a world far advanced and above you all, so it's easy for me to make snap judgments based on appearance. Take Punisher for example. He’s big, dumb, ugly. I read that right off the book when I first saw him dressed in his simpleton attire. It’s why I lobbied for him to be my enforcer, my pawn to move across the board. When he got out of line I figured once I beat some sense into him he’d fall back in step. That didn’t happen and now look what’s happened. For six months he’s brutalized me, beaten me, outfoxed me, outsmarted me, and recently that depraved, perverse piece of SHIT has violated and humiliated me in front of millions. He’s been an unrelenting demon. In my world we throw money at that type of problem and it goes away. You can’t do that in this world of glorified debauchery.” she answers snidely, her tone full of condescension.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen… This has been a pleasure for sure, but we are out of time for today. Don’t forget to go down below in the comments and let me know who you would love to see on next week's show, and while you’re down there, drop a like and subscribe to the page. I love each and every one of you. This has been ‘the RunDown’ with me, Denise Essex. See you again in two weeks, right here on the WGWF-A-Verse from the Ring Rust Cafe!” she smiles as the scene fades to black.
Brawl Card: 2.28.23
Contract Signing: Peter Vaughn and Mark Cross facilitated by James Raven
Match 1:
WGWF Television Championship
THE PUNISHER © vs SONYA BENSON w. Norris
Match 2:
ATARA RAVEN vs BERETTA BLADE
Match 3:
WGWF World Tag Team Championship
THE SHOW STEALERZ © vs LEXI GOLD and KIM PAIN
Match 4:
MARK FLYNN vs SAMUEL CHATMAN vs SAMANTHA VOX
MAIN EVENT:
Intercontinental Championship Tournament Semi-Final
BUSTER GLOVES vs “MARVELOUS” MIKE MASON
