Post by Chris Page on Feb 27, 2023 20:57:01 GMT -5
Monday Night Brawl takes the air live to a thunderous ovation for WGWF’s General Manager JAMES RAVEN standing in the ring to a huge ovation.
Raven nods to “The Big Ticket” Harvey Marx, who steps forward.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the contract signing for the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd gives a strong reaction, knowing how important that title is in wrestling history.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Per Mr. Raven’s request, both men have been asked to come to the ring alone, in order to make this signing go as smoothly as possible.
CENTURION: They're coming out on their own? Even Vaughn?
TYLER CAGE: It's probably safer that way, considering how tense things have become between some of the alliances here in the WGWF.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, the challenger... from Miami, Florida... here is Mark "The Dragon" Cross!!
The arena lights dim as the bassline to "Blood" begins to rumble around the arena. As the guitar riff hits, so does the lights, revealing Mark "The Dragon" Cross standing, one fist aloft, at the top of the aisle. Receiving recognition from the crowd, he strides purposefully to ringside, taking a moment to survey the scene as he reaches the apron.
TYLER CAGE: Cross came so close to winning the West Coast Rumble. Now he's got another chance at finishing the climb.
CENTURION: I'd say he's the odds-on favorite, at least in terms of what the people want to see in their champion.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And now, introducing the undisputed WGWF World Heavyweight Champion... from Dallas, Texas... here is "The Mechanic" Peter Vaughn!!
The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, darkly smirking down at the fans.
"This Time... It's Different."
After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the stage, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, Vaughn appears through the smoke and haze, walking forward with the World Championship held over his head. He stops at the top of the ramp, surveying the hatred from the crowd. From Vaughn's reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile. He climbs onto the apron, staring at the set-up inside, before finally stepping casually through the ropes.
CENTURION: Vaughn is fresh off of his first title defense, getting past Ace Sky on the last Brawl. Now, though, he has to focus on a very different opponent.
TYLER CAGE: I really don't like this guy, but I have to admit that he's taken care of business so far since he first signed with the WGWF.
Both wrestlers face off for a few moments, as if ready to fight right then and there. Cross seems extremely annoyed by the cocky grin on Vaughn’s face, as he pats the World Title. Raven steps between them, signaling for them to take positions around the table.
JAMES RAVEN: As you both know, this contract is for the World Title match at WrestleWars 8. First, I’ll ask the challenger to please step up and sign your name.
Cross nods, picking up the mic next to the contract.
THE DRAGON: I’m going to keep this short and sweet for once…since I’m still a little hung over from day three of the Denzel Porter Invitational…how did that go for you Peter, by the way? Look, the truth is we both know while we’re here. All the talk when I got through the doors was about Debonair, Mac Bane, J Mont, Tristan Slater…It was less about Vaughn and Cross. Plenty of people talk about a good game and there’s a hell of a lot of talent on this roster…but the World championship is contested by the best of the best. The cream of the crop. That’s what this contract represents, the gold standard. This is us putting all of the guys and girls in the back on notice, for just how high the bar is set to become our World champion. I can’t wait to blow the roof off this joint.
From his pocket, Cross produces his own pen, which is ready for use with a little twist. He scribbles his name on the contract, passing the microphone to Raven to keep things rolling.
JAMES RAVEN: And now, the champion, if you please.
Vaughn is still smirking after Cross’ speech, as he slowly reaches over and gets the mic.
PETER VAUGHN: Mark, Mark, Mark… I know you want me to really tear into you and motivate you for the match… but honestly, I’m already motivated enough for the both of us. This is a dream match, because even though I tossed your ass out of the Rumble, it’s never truly a contest between us until it’s one-on-one.
Vaughn gets up from the table, earning a warning look from Raven. He shrugs, stepping around the chair.
PETER VAUGHN: I mean, I know there are doubters out there. People are whispering behind the scenes about how it should really be Mark Flynn in here signing this contract, since he and I would have been the final two standing if it wasn’t for the cheating tactics of Tristan Slater. But I don’t hold that against you, Marky. It’s not like you had anything to do with that… is there?
Vaughn raises an eyebrow towards Cross, who just glares at him, waiting for Vaughn to make any sort of move.
PETER VAUGHN: And don’t worry about all those ‘Negative Nancys’ out there who point out that you came in at #17 of a 20-man Rumble, and that’s the only reason you were there at the end. Those people have no idea what you went through to survive three spots.They just get focused on the wrong things, y’know?
Cross looks ready to jump across the table at any moment. Raven subtly signals to the security outside to be ready, not wanting to give away their main event here tonight.
PETER VAUGHN: Really, what matters is that this is going to be a historic clash, Mark. The Dragon vs. The Mechanic. I mean, that’s brand new, right? Nobody’s seen that combination unless it’s in a really screwed-up DND campaign. You and I, Mark? We’re going to make history… and I’m all there for it.
With that, Vaughn leans over the table and quickly scrawls his John Hancock, making the contract official. This gets some cheers from the crowd, as some of them half-expected Vaughn to refuse. Raven steps forward, securing the contract, as Cross and Vaughn meet eye-to-eye across the table.
JAMES RAVEN: With that done, the match is officially set…
PETER VAUGHN: Oh, so that means the contract signing is over?
Confused, Raven glances at Vaughn before responding.
JAMES RAVEN: That’s right…
Immediately, Vaughn shoves the table, causing it to slam into Cross’ upper legs!! Cross, taken off-guard, is involuntarily pushed over, with Vaughn grabbing him by the head and banging it into the table! Cross stumbles away, as Vaughn throws a salute towards Raven, who is just shaking his head, having half-expected it.
CENTURION: I knew Vaughn couldn’t just let this one go smoothly!
TYLER CAGE: He’s never one to pass up an opportunity for some chaos!
With Cross down on one knee, holding his head, Vaughn pushes the table fully out of the way and steps forward. He grabs Cross by the back of the neck, pulling him up… and Cross immediately tackles Vaughn backwards to the mat!! Cross is swinging away, as Vaughn tries to respond, with both men rolling across the mat, each trying to get the upper hand. Cross manages it, pulling Vaughn up and landing a couple of forearm shots, before whipping Vaughn towards the ropes. Vaughn, though, grabs the ropes as he hits them, managing to stop his momentum, before Vaughn slips back out of the ring and to the floor!
TYLER CAGE: Cross again shows Vaughn that he’s not going to back down! This is going to be a hell of a fight between these two!
CENTURION: And look what Vaughn left behind!
Vaughn is pacing around outside the ring, annoyed, as Cross suddenly takes note of what’s laying on the ground. He reaches down… picking up the WGWF World Championship! Seeing this, Vaughn angrily shakes his head, then drops, reaching under the ring. He pulls out a steel chair, prepping it in hand, before getting back up onto the apron, as Cross brandishes the World Title as a weapon. Vaughn steps through the ropes, with both men preparing to take it to the next level… and then security finally pours in, following Raven’s signal to break it up!
TYLER CAGE: Oh, c’mon, let them fight!!
CENTURION: And risk one of them being too injured to compete at the PPV? No, James Raven is smarter than that. He wants all the bloodshed for the big event.
Security blocks off both men, keeping them separated, as Raven steps in and yanks the World Title away from Cross. He shines it up for a few seconds, before finally handing it off to a security member, who goes over to Vaughn with it. Vaughn responds with a headbutt, knocking the officer down!! Vaughn then grabs the title and slides out of the ring, even as Cross watches him go, ready to fight some more.
TYLER CAGE: No doubt when these two enter WrestleWars, they’re going to live up to the name!
Cross turns away, griping with the guards around him, as Vaughn walks out, raising the title above his head once again. We cut away.
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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following contest is for the WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd responds with a pop.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, she is the challenger! She is the former WGWF TV Champion, ladies and gentleme… SONYA BENSON!
“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. 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.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And introducing her opponent.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: About to make his way to the ring, he is the WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPION, THE PUNISHER!
The arena goes dark. He comes up from underneath the staging area before an explosion of fire lights the ramp up. The explosion knocks the lights back on as he stands at the top of the ramp before walking down.
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CENTURION: Coming off the heels of the DPI we are kicking things off with the WGWF Television Championship!
TYLER CAGE: I guarantee a locker room sellout with this one. All eyes are locked on this program that continues to heat up.
The crowd boos both participants upon the opening bell ringing. Punisher turns toward the crowd spouting back out at them allowing Sonya to run up from behind with a School Girl!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Punisher escapes with a kick out and Sonya immediately bails out to the floor creating some space while Punisher gets back to his feet. Norris approaches Sonya giving her some words whispered in her ear. Punisher runs toward the ropes and baseball slides out. Sonya takes off around the ring with Punisher giving chase, Sonya cuts around the corner of the ring and slides into the ring under the bottom ropes. Sonya gets back to her feet, spins around catching Punisher who slides in after her with stomps across his back and spine from Benson.
CENTURION: Benson is using Punisher’s hate toward her to her advantage
Sonya reaches down to pick Punisher up and as she does Punisher picks Sonya up and drives her back into a neutral corner! Punisher uses his size and strength as he starts laying shoulder blocks to the midsection of Benson! Punisher fires her across the ring and into the opposite buckles. Punisher charges across the ring with a splash into Sonya driving her back into the buckles! Sonya staggers out from the corner where Punisher follows up with a Side Walk Slam!
Punisher makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Sonya kicks out.
TYLER CAGE: Punisher is going to exploit the size difference, but to think that the fans despise both of them makes for a completely different dynamic.
CENTURION: The fans might not like them, they might not like each other, but they both like being the Television Champion or else we wouldn’t be here.
Punisher is back up to his feet. He snatches Sonya up by the hair and takes her back into the ropes. Punisher looks for an Irish Whip, Sonya counters and sends Punisher bouncing off the ropes and into a decent drop toe hold that Sonya transitions into a picture perfect Ankle Lock Submission! The referee is in positions himself but before he can ask Punisher to surrender he pushes himself up off the mat and rolls through the submission while countering into a Canadian Crossface!
Sonya is close enough to the ropes where she instantly is able to get her left foot across the rope forcing the referee to call for the break. Punisher doesn’t break the hold drawing a mixed reception forcing the referee to lay the five count to Punisher. Punisher breaks at the four count but before he gets to his feet Sonya rolls right back out to the floor where Norris is right there to give her more words of encouragement.
CENTURION: I don’t think those cheers you’re hearing are because they like Punisher versus hating Sonya that much more.
The referee starts laying the count to Sonya. Punisher is back up to his feet where he thinks about going back out after Sonya but thinks better. Sonya listens to Norris before climbing back up on the apron at the referee’s six count. Punisher motions for her to come on. Benson steps through the ropes and immediately Punisher charges toward her with a running lariat, Sonya ducks and sends Punisher bouncing off the ropes and into a half way decent Japanese Armdrag to Punisher! Both are back up to their feet with Sonya at the lead where she looks for a okay looking Dropkick connecting to Punisher sending him back into a neutral corner. Sonya charges toward the corner only to eat a reverse elbow staggering her back out toward the center of the ring. Punisher explodes out from the corner with a running boot to the face taking Benson down. Punisher bounces off the ropes following up with a leg drop across the throat!
Punisher makes another cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Sonya kicks out before the fatal three count. Punisher gets to one knee before stepping up to his feet. He picks up Sonya up off the mat where he scoops her up over his shoulder. Punisher looks for a Powerslam! Sonya slides down the back of Punisher shoving him forward into the ropes, Punisher bounces off the ropes and into a boot to the gut from Sonya who follows up by planting Punisher with a DDT!
Benson rolls over Punisher making the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Punisher escapes with a kick out. Sonya is back to her feet where she lands a double foot stomp into the chest of Punisher! Benson picks Punisher up off the mat before taking him back down with a nice looking swinging neckbreaker! Sonya makes another cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Punisher kicks out again!
CENTURION: Sonya Benson nearly put Punisher away!
TYLER CAGE: Can you imagine how long she’ll brag about being a two time Television Champion? Nobody wants to hear all that.
Sonya gets back to a vertical base. She stomps down on The Punisher and picks him up off the mat. Sonya shoots Punisher across the ring, Punisher reverses and sends Sonya crashing into a neutral corner. Punisher charges in after Sonya who reaches out and grabs the referee pulling him in the way as she escapes! Punisher splashes the referee sending him back into the corner causing the referee to face plant down into the mat.
Norris immediately springs into action as he pulls out a steel chair followed by a Kendo Stick from under the ring.
Sonya swings at the Punisher who blocks and counters with a forearm smash. Norris slides the kendo stick in the ring and slides into the ring with the steel chair. Punisher snatches Sonya by the throat and hoists her up in the air for a chokeslam! Norris comes up from behind smacking Punisher across the back with a chair shot causing Punisher to drop Sonya as he drops to one knee. Norris smacks Punisher across the back with a second chair shot as Sonya makes her way to the kendo stick.
CENTURION: Benson and Norris are doing a number on the Punisher with the referee down.
Norris tosses the chair down to the mat and picks Punisher up where he holds him by both arms. Sonya has the kendo stick and starts smashing Punisher in the ribs with vicious shot after shot trying to cave in Punisher’s ribcage! Sonya holds up the kendo stick and signals for Punisher’s head. She comes swinging with the kendo stick! Punisher ducks his head out of the way low enough for Sonya to crack Norris! Punisher snatches Sonya by the throat with both hands before landing a double handed chokeslam on Benson! Punisher spins around spearing Norris! Punisher takes a mount position hammering away with right hands to the forehead of Norris!
TYLER CAGE: Punisher is going ham on Norris!
Punisher stops throwing right hands and stands back up to his feet where he snatches up the steel chair! Punisher smashes it down on the mat as Norris starts working his way back up to his feet. Sonya crawls toward a neutral corner where she can be seen digging in her tights and retrieves a pair of brass knuckles. Norris finally reaches his feet where Punisher cracks Norris over the head with the chair sending Norris through the ropes and falling down to the floor.
Sonya has rolled out to the ring apron and is climbing her way up to the top rope. Punisher spins around to see her nearing the top rope.
Punisher makes his way over to the corner and smacks Sonya across the face with a vile slap knocking her silly.
Punisher steps up on the middle rope locking a front face lock and then steps up to the top rope where he picks Sonya up to a standing position. Punisher hoists Sonya up vertically with a stalling suplex while maintaining his balance on the top rope. Sonya has the wherewithal to use her right hand with the brass knuckles slid on her knuckles and nails a lucky shot to the temple of Punisher! Punisher falls backward with Sonya delivering a Superplex! Both Punisher and Benson crash violently down onto the mat close enough where Sonya’s wrist is on top of the chest of the Punisher and one of Punisher’s wrist is on Sonya’s. The referee starts to come around as a second referee is spriting to the ring and slides into the ring under the bottom rope on Punisher side while the original referee crawls into position on Benson’s side. Both referee’s start to make a count.
1!!
2!!
3!!
Both referee’s call for the bell!
CENTURION: What the hell just happened here?!
TYLER CAGE: Two referees and both made the three count!
The original referee raises the arm of Benson while the second referee raises the arm of Punisher. The two referee’s see each other while Punisher and Benson are laid out.
CENTURION: One referee is declaring Benson the TV Champion and the other is claiming Punisher?!?!?
TYLER CAGE: Let the great debate begin.
The conversation starts to get heated between both referee’s. We see Punisher and Benson both starting to recover and find ways back to a vertical base. All eyes are on the mass confusion amongst the referee’s. Punisher suddenly decks the referee that’s awarding Sonya the match. Benson decks the referee that’s awarding Punisher the match….
CCPE Arena erupts!
CENTURION: Wait a minute!
Punisher and Sonya’s attention hits the top of the ramp where walking out with a less than pleased look on his face is the owner of the WGWF, Chris Page, who has a microphone in hand as his complete attention is on both Punisher and Sonya Benson.
[green]CHRIS PAGE:[/green] For the love of God I’m sick of all of this nonsense. Part of me wants to restart this match and see a definitive conclusion… but I think CCPE Arena will agree that we’re all sick of the bullshittery that comes to the table whenever either of you seem to be involved.
Page speaks with a very malicious tone as he continues to a roar from the crowd.
[green]CHRIS PAGE:[/green] So what do we do? Do I award the match to Sonya and have to listen to her bitch about being a Champion? Or do I award it to Punisher and hope that he can live up to the standard of being a Champion here in the WGWF?
The crowd roars with boos at both options. Chris holds up the index finger on his left hand as he states.
[green]CHRIS PAGE:[/green] Or… or what about another option?
Punisher and Sonya look on from opposite sides of the ring.
[green]CHRIS PAGE:[/green] I like option c better, and that option is me holding up the WGWF Television Championship…
The crowd erupts as Punisher and Benson are beside themselves.
[green]CHRIS PAGE:[/green] And have a conversation with James Raven about things. Yeah, let’s do that. One of us will see you two in two weeks with an official decision.
The TV Title is brought up the ramp to Chris Page by the original referee. He takes possession of the title and gives Punisher and Sonya a wave from the top of the ramp before he turns and disappears behind the curtain and we fade.
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The lights hit the top of the ramp and the man of the hour, “The Kingdom” Fred Debonair steps out to a chorus of boos and jeers. He stops short, smirking and closing his eyes, soaking up the animosity before he struts down to the ring, stepping up the steel steps and through the top two ropes… He’s dressed in a pair of blue and white Nike Air Huarache, black jeans and a white hooded top with ‘CCPE’ written across the front in graffiti font. The JIWC Championship and IIW United Kingdom Championship belts both proudly on display around his waist and over his shoulder, a smile on his face. He asks for a microphone as he paces the ring… He nods and bops his head to the “asshole” chants before lifting the mic.
FRED DEBONAIR: “Yeah, yeah but watcha gonna do right? So, tell me Las Vegas, what did you come to see tonight? Because I’m damn sure it wasn’t Buster Bloodvessel or The Milkman…”
The crowd let out a huge pop to Fred obviously mentioning Buster Gloves.
FRED DEBONAIR: “I can just about guarantee it has absolutely nothing to do with The shitheelers, or Lexi Cold and Kim Pain in the ass!”
Another huge pop.
FRED DEBONAIR: “So clearly you’ve come to find out what Fred Debonair… The Kingdom, the Man of the hour, has to say…”
Fred completely ignores the abundance of venomous boos and jeers from the crowd.
FRED DEBONAIR: “Exactly… So listen up, because here it is. I’ve had a lot of people asking me when they see me in the streets, Fred… Why did you do what you did to John Cable last week?? Why did you back away from Wrestling Cable and attack him pre match?! And I’ll tell you all, like I told them… I did what I did, for the same reason I took Cable out at the end of our fatal four-way…
Johnathan Cable has been a threat to me from day one, I mean you’ve seen that big son of a bitch right?! He’s a powerhouse and he’s definitely a distraction and that’s the issue… That’s most definitely the issue right now! You see John Cable is running alongside one timeline, whilst I’m on the true timeline and I’ve got my mind set on bigger and better things! You see my boy Peter Vaughn is carrying that World Title with pride but I’m watching where this Tournament for the IC Title is going and that’s just not where Johnathan Cable belongs! Jonathan Cable be…”
Fred is suddenly cut off by the tron coming to life and the opening riffs of “Trenches” by Pop Evil smashes through the PA system. The entire arena goes nuts, leaping to their feet as Jonathan Cable steps through the curtain out onto the ramp with a mic in his hand. His shiny black kick pants are emblazoned with ‘the NBF’ logo on the right leg, and his green kick pads and boots shine in the spotlights. The drums kick in as he steps to the edge of the stage and looks out over the crowd.
The beat drops as massive gouts of green sparks erupt from the stage and cascade down the ramp and out on the floor.
“No time to hide
I'm alive on the inside
Breaking up my mind on the front lines
When I survive, when I survive another day
This great divide
Side by side on the inside
Breaking up our minds on the front lines
Never again, never again will I be denied
Here I come
'Cause here I come”
The lyrics reverberate off the walls of the arena as the crowd chants the lines along with the rhythmic thumping of the bass drum and the heavy riffs of guitars in the background
John walks to the opposite side of the stage and looks out over the chanting crowd on that side before making his way back to the top of the ramp. Another huge fountain of green sparks showers the stage as John makes his way towards the ring, mic in hand as the lyrics play.
“I've waited all my life to get out of the trenches
I'm ready to fight for what I believe you can steal from me
I won't take this
Gonna fill these trenches and stand up
Wake up, I won't give up
'Cause here I come, here I come”
As the music dies out, John finally arrives at the foot of the ramp, looks up at Fred in the ring, and levels an accusatory finger at him from the floor.
JOHN CABLE: “YOU!”
John bellows from the bottom of the ramp as the fans cheer wildly and the cacophony of the arena grows to an almost unbearable level.
JOHN CABLE: “YOU are NO goddamn king… and there is nothing that even remotely resembles a Kingdom at your feet, you… you coat tail riding coward!”
John shouts at him as he lumbers towards the ring steps and makes his way to the apron, his knee still in a brace and a limp slightly evident in his step.
JOHN CABLE: “OH NO… not with YOU, Mr. DEB-O-NAIR!”
John shouts with a twist of his head side to side with every single syllable of Fred’s last name.
JOHN CABLE: “Oh NO… a Kingdom is FAR from what you have, Fred… and me… the millions of fans around the world… and the guys in the CCPE Locker Room… are all tired of hearing about it, to be frank. Just ask them!”
John shouts at him as he steps under the top rope and climbs into the ring. The fans cheer in agreement to the statement he had made, and John motions to the answer with his arm stretched wide as he turns slowly to gesture at the entire crowd.
JOHN CABLE: “You see? They’re all tired of hearing about this magical mystical Kingdom of “Make Believe” you keep spouting about… and apparently, there’s only one way to shut you up, you twisted Mr. Rogers.”
John yells at him across the ring, exasperation at even having to be in his presence evident.
FRED DEBONAIR: “Well, if all that makes you feel better, Jonathan! But surely YOU don’t think you have what it takes to shut me up, you dumb son of a bitch?! What do you think it will take anyway?”
Fred asks him with a snide sneer creasing his face, soaking in the jeers from the fans.
JOHN CABLE: “Obviously, a regular match ain’t it. You’ll just bitch out again when your chance to prove you're better than me comes up. You pulled that shit two weeks ago right here on BRAWL.”
John says as he points to the ramp where Fred had jumped him from behind last show.
JOHN CABLE: “Obviously, I can’t be stupid enough to allow you to ‘Phone a Friend’ during the match, since there’s a whole stable… no wait… a company… no… a group… an LLC? Hell… whatever it is you CCPE boys and girls call yourselves these days… There's a full ROSTER of men who want nothing more than to jump me from the side and cost me a win to help you out, maybe exacerbate my knee in the process, just to keep me out of the picture just a little longer? Oh NO… can’t be that stupid, can I?”
John says as he looks at Fred, then to the crowd and then back to Fred.
FRED DEBONAIR: “Ok so… Hold up, firstly you’re telling me I have no Kingdom?! And yet still admit there is an ENTIRE ROSTER willing to help me out?? Quite the contradiction Cable… But anyway, so what is it exactly you have on your little pea-Brain there, John? Spit it out already. I’m almost as old as you are standing here waiting to hear this novel idea of yours.”
Fred nearly spits the words out across the ring.
JOHN CABLE: “Well Fred, you see… down below the streets of Las Vegas… there’s a whole world alive and terrifyingly thriving down there. The depraved and vulnerable… the lost and unconsoled… the decrepit and the wretched… all down there… in the dark and damp… and in those tunnels, Fred… is a chance to finally seize your Kingdom… and claim it for your own… if you dare, that is?”
John teases as Fred just stares at him with malicious intent.
FRED DEBONAIR: “What the hell does that even mean dumb ass?! What ABOUT the tunnels and the people under Vegas? What does that even matter?”
Debonair shouts back at him, trying to grasp what Cable proposes here
JOHN CABLE: “Well, Fred… What I propose… at Wrestle Wars 8… is… a Tunnels of Terror Match! You and me, alone with two referees to guide us in the tunnels below the city… to hash it all out Iron Man style. One hour in isolation below the floors of this very arena… to end this thing between us once and for all, and finally prove who’s the better man when it really matters, Fred. So what do you say? Are you man enough to put it all on the line against the Beast? Or are you scared to put the Kingdom up for grabs, Fred?”
John stands there glaring at Fred as the crowd chant his name, Fred smirks and shakes his head. He points at Cable, wagging his finger.
FRED DEBONAIR: “Oh John… You really thought I’d be baited by this? Did you think it was going to cause me to back out? You know, up until the Battle Royal, I have had your number any time we’ve met and that’s not going to change! You could have picked the top of the Empire State Building, you could have picked the Arizona Desert! None of that matters, I’ll take you on anywhere… INCLUDING UNDER… GROUND!”
John smiles to himself as he turns to the crowd, then slowly turning back to face Fred.
JOHN CABLE: “I could have picked any place on the planet… you’re right. It could have been a million different places, to be honest… and you would walk into this thinking you’ve got me beat hands down, no question. Well at Wrestle Wars 8… the world will bear witness to exactly how wrong you are, Fred… and when the dust settles… there will be no Kingdom… no Glory… an NO FRED DEBONAIR! It’s on!”
John tosses the mic on the mat at Fred’s feet as the fans cheer for their hero, and Cable climbs back out of the ring, leaving Debonair staring after him as he makes his way back up the ramp and through the curtain, his purpose fulfilled, and a new nightmare looming ahead of the Kingdom at Wrestle Wars 8.
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The crowd gives a mixed reaction as “Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons plays.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, from West Newbury, Mass, she’s John Blade’s baby girl…. BERETTA BLADE!
After 30 seconds Beretta hasn’t appeared. The crowd boos. Her music starts up again. Nothing.
CENTURION: I guess Beretta was serious. She’s Dark only.
TYLER CAGE: Her dad would show up no matter what.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing her opponent, from Athens, Greece…. ATARA THEMIS RAVEN!
The honeyed rasp of Atara's voice blares over the facility's PA in unison with those words appearing on the multitude of screens and displays littering the arena.
HELLO DOVES
The crowd pops and gets to their feet shouting in near total unison a single word.
OPA!
Arena lights start to pulse in time with the music and multiple vertical streams of pyro erupt across the front of stage. Strutting with purpose Atara emerges from the back taking spot centerstage atop the ramp. Posing for the camera, a wink and kiss is given to the viewers at home.
Grunge walking to the ringsteps, she climbs and stops at the top to posture again for her adoring public. Hand on her hip, the Grecian moves to the middle of the apron to blows a final kiss to the camera and enters the ring through the middle rope.
While Atara is discussing matters with the ring adjutant, the titan-tron springs to life showing the smiling face of Beretta Blade.
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BERETTA BLADE: Yo, yo yo how you folks doing? Apparently there’s still some miscommunication about me being here to compete tonight. Initially I thought my name on the card was just a typo, yanno? Clerical mistake. My name is spelled B-E-R-E-T-T-A not B-A-R-E-T-T-A. I told boss man Page that I wasn’t gonna show unless he fired my shitbag dad and apologized to me for his remarks on my twitter. Those things didn’t happen.
She tongue clicks.
BERETTA BLADE: Turns out I was wrong though. There really is a girl on the roster named Baretta, so everyone give it up for Barrrrrrrrrrrrrretta Blade!
She lets the “r” roll on her tongue right into entrance music befitting a Mexican wrestling star. A muscular masked Latina luchadora steams down the ramp and enters the ring. She’s pumped and ready to go.
The bell chimes thrice.
Atara, a little miffed at the whole thing, obliges and the two lock up. Back and forth they go, each trading tosses and holds for a few minutes, until Atara lands a wicked Wheel Kick that sends the debuting Luchadora sprawling.
BERETTA BLADE: There ya go, Atara! Got em’! That’s my gurl! That’s my gurl whooping dat ass!
Yes, Beretta is still on the titan tron enjoying the action as she watches with us. Atara looks a smidge annoyed at the pep talk but heads towards Baretta to keep on the offensive.
BERETTA BLADE: Do the move Atara! Do that one move!
Beretta has come alive in her chair, almost falling out of it as she mimes one of Atara’s moves. Baretta tries something but Atara is kinda fed up with this and blasts her to Neptune with
CENTURION: JUDGMENT OF PARIS!
TYLER CAGE: That will do it.
It does.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: ATARA RAVEN
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CENTURION: Atara had enough of Blade!
TYLER CAGE: With these wins being racked up one has to wonder when Atara could be in line for a shot at a singles Championship.
Atara rolls out to the floor and makes her way back up the ramp as we fade to the following video package.
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The scene fades as a Steel Cage lowers down upon a WGWF wrestling ring inside an empty CCPE Arena. Inside the ring is THE Tristan Slater who soaks in the Steel Cage lowering around him as he starts to speak.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: For over a decade this issue has persisted with Mark Flynn…
The ring touches down on the apron surrounding him.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: And over the last six months it’s only intensified. We are about a month away from finally putting this rivalry to bed once and for all.
THE Tristan Slater walks from the center of the ring toward the camera that is shooting from the opposite side of the Steel Cage.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: One of us lives in the past. Why is that, Mark? Since the relaunch you’ve spouted out the same meaningless drivel that has nobody but you seems to remember. Why can’t you get past all of it? Oh yeah, that’s right… because I’m mopped the floor with you every single time you haven’t had an advantage.
Slater leans over the ropes placing his hands on the steel cage.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Go back to win you cashed in that briefcase and won your first World Title that you LOVE to brag so much about, and yet you seem to forget what transpired a while 10 days later when you were forced to defend that newly won toy of yours without the aid of an advantage. I won the title back in convincing fashion.
THE Tristan Slater looks up toward the top of the Cage before lowering his head and speaking into the lens.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: That was such a long time ago, wasn’t it? You’ve called out my steroid abuse, a story that didn’t break until you were well in my rearview, and yet fast forward you speak on it like it’s the second coming of Jesus Christ his self yet you’re dumb enough to believe that my failures from my past mean jack shit about the state of my present. Speaking of present, that’s a time frame I love living in because I can go back as short as a month ago when you and Fred met me and Mac, didn’t you come up on the losing team? And wasn’t the playing field level? I thought so too.
THE Tristan Slater takes a seat on the mat and gazes through the mesh of the steel cage while he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: History, Mark. History tells us a lot of things about ourselves. I rose to the top of the mountain where I stayed until I had enough of the industry, and it wasn’t until I switched on the return edition of Monday Night Brawl and I saw you, Vaughn, Fred, and J Mont pull yourselves together it was more than enough for me to make the decision to return to the ring. You are responsible for what is going to be your demise because at WrestleWars we step inside this battleground that I was gracious enough to let you select…
THE Tristan Slater gets up off the mat and back up to a standing position.
TRISTAN SLATER: It’s going to be me and you locked inside this Steel Cage, and something else that seems to haunt your nightmares… a level playing field. All of your anger, all of your hostility, all of your bullshit is going to get snuffed out in front of the entire world. You might have most people fooled but I’ve seen through all your bullshit for over a decade, so what makes you think it’s going to change now?
There is a smirk from THE Tristan Slater before he closes things out.
TRISTAN SLATER: Let’s find out if you’re as good as you think you are. I’ll see you at WrestleWars.
The pre-recorded message ends as we fade back to ringside.
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We cut to the ringside area, where we see “The Big Ticket” Harvey Marx standing to announce the next match.
”THE BIG TICKET” HAVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WGWF Tag Team Championships!!!
"5 out of 6" hits and the crowd cheers on The Golden Goddess as she makes her way out from behind the curtain. She stands on the ramp and looks toward the crowd, feeding off the energy they were bringing tonight before walking down the ramp and clapping some hands at ringside, then runs up the steps and enters the ring through the bottom rope. While in the ring, she taunts a little and turns her focus to the stage and waits to be announced.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX:Currently standing in the ring, standing in at 5’4 and weighing in at 125 pounds!! Hailing from Los Angeles, California!!! Lexi Gold!!!
Born to raise hell by Motorhead starts to play and Kimberly Pain comes out from behind the curtain together with Kat Jones greeted by a choir of boos and they stand still for a moment looking at the crowd. The evil smirk on her face showing that she is looking forward to the fight.
”THE BIG TICKET” HAVEY MARX: Making her way to the ring accompanied by Kat Jones.. From Palisade Colorado.. She is Kimberly Pain!
Kimberly walks down to the ring in a quick pace taunting the crowd into booing louder as she makes it up to the apron.. She sits on one knee and gives a hip pop before she slides in between the ropes and waits in her corner for the match to start.
”THE BIG TICKET” HAVEY MARX: And their opponents!!!
When the guitar solo starts, Austin and Todrick step onto the stage holding hands. The couple pause at the when they get to the center and Austin hold's Todrick's hand up as she spins around and sways her hips giving the crowd the view of why they call her "The Cutie With The Booty". Austin spins her and pulls her close to him as he steals a kiss.
The couple head down the ramp with hands interlocked as Todrick waves to the crowd and blows them kisses. Austin Slaps hands when he isn't gazing at his wife. They make it to the bottom of the ramp and Austin holds her hand as she climbs the stairs. He quickly releases her hand and steps onto the apron and steps on the bottom rope as he pulls the middle rope up. Todrick smiles and bends over giving the crowd another taste as she slowly enters the ring. Austin steps through the ropes and takes her arm as they make their way to the center of the ring. She puts her arms around his shoulders and he puts his around her waist and they dance to the beat of the music. He leans in and whispers something into her ear which makes her light up.
They then face the crowd and hold their arms up as they soak in the love from the crowd in attendance. They then head to the side of the ring. Todrick stands in front of Austin slowly moving her hips and he stands behind her as they face the entrance ramp and the arena lights return to normal.
”THE BIG TICKET” HAVEY MARX: With a combined weight of 365 pounds!! Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada!! They are the team of Todrick Tabor-Ramsey and Austin Ramsey!!! They are the WGWF tag team champions!! The Show Steelers!!!
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The bell ahs rang as we see Kim Pain and Toddrick start the match off for either team, Kim tries to go low quickly, trying to grab one of Todrick’s legs. But Todrick manages to sidestep her as both grin towards each other. Kim circles Todrick once more as the two lock arms, Kim quickly kicks against the thigh of the left leg from Todrick, causing the co holder of the tag titles to stagger before dropping Todrick with a hiptoss into a side headlock on the canvas. Todrick manages to reverse the move as she manages to wrap her powerful legs around the head of Kim, managing to pull Kim down to the canvas as that forces Kim to let go off the hold that she had on Todrick.
CENTURION:That was some nice wrestling between these two.
Kim manages to escape the grip that Todrick had on her, setting herself up for a kick to the head of Todrick. But the co-holder of the tag team championship ducks as she manages to grab the leg of Kim and rolls her up for a pin attempt.
1!!
2!!
TH..
Kim manages to kick out at the cout of two. Toddrick grabs her hair and goes for a tag as Austin has his arm extended before receiving the tag. Kim manages to break free in time before Austin can do something as she tags in her tag team partner Lexi Gold.
TYLER CAGE: It’s time for the other two to continue the match.
Now the always smiling Lexi tries to get the crowd on her side as she starts to clap her hands to get the crowd behind her. The two wrestlers circle each other before Austin and Lexi lock arms. Austin whips Lexi into the ropes with an Irish Whip, drops to the canvas as Lexi comes off the ropes and runs towards the opposite side of the ring. Austin hits a standing dropkick after Lexi has come off the ropes and connects perfectly on the challenger. Austin wants to go for the cover, only to witness Lexi rolling underneath he bottom rope. He quickly charges towards the ropes on the opposite side and runs towards Lexi with a suicide dive that sends Lexi into the barricades. Austin quickly grabs her by the arm as he whips her quickly back into the ring as he jumps upon the ring apron. There he measures Lexi before jumping on the ropes and executing a Springboard Leg Drop, but he only comes in contact with the canvas as Lexi had rolled out of the way at the final moment. Lexi quickly follows the misstep from Austin by executing a standing Moonsault on top of the tag team champion as she hooks both legs.
1!!
2!!
TH…
Austin manages to push his shoulder off the canvas as this forces the match to continue. Lexi grabs him by the arm as she pulls him close towards her tag team partner who tags in. Kim climbs to the second turnbuckle before executing a Double Axhandle on the arm that Lexi was holding for her. She quickly follows it up with a leg trip as that sends Austin to the canvas before going for a tag as she wraps Austin in an Armbar before he gets a Lexi Gold Swanton Bomb on top of his upper body before going for the cover as Kim quickly rolls out of the ring.
1!!
2!!
THR..
CENTURION:That is some great tag team work by the challengers
Lexi again turns her attention towards the fans, clapping her hands once more as this gets the crowd on her side. She quickly runs towards the turnbuckles and climbs the top turnbuckle before going for a Moonsault on top of Austin, but Austin manages to move out of the way as Lexi comes down hard on the canvas. This is the opportunity for Austin to tag back in Todrick as he grabs Lexi after tagging in his tag team partner and lifting Lexi on his shoulders for a Samoan Drop.
TYLER CAGE:Lost Sheep!!!
Todrick jumps up and hits the Backcracker on Lexi before covering Lexi as Austin rolls out of the ring.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
The count is being broken up by Kim Pain that had jumped into the ring and pushes Todrick off of Lexi Gold. This forces Austin to run into the ring as well as now all four competitors are inside the ring battling each other. We see Austin and Kim exchanging knife edge chops before Austin seems to get the upper hand as he goes for a clothesline. But Kim sidesteps, pulls down the top rope as that sends Austin to the outside of the ring. Kim turns around to face Todrick but she gets super kicked to the outside by Todrick. Todrick then turns around to see that Lexi is slowly starting to stir. Todrick grabs Lexi by the head and sets her up for a Powerbomb, lifting upwards in the air before setting her up to be dropped in the middle of the ring. Only this time it is Lexi that manages to counter the move into a Hurricanrana into a pinning position.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Todrick kicks out, both of them get to their feet as either of them run to the ropes and collide with each other as both of them had a clothesline on their mind. On the outside we see Kim Pain slowly getting back to her feet as she runs into the ring and drags Lexi towards her corner before getting to the ring apron as she prepares to tag herself back into the ring. Only to have Austin grabbing her by the legs and pulls her off the ring apron before dropping her with a clothesline as Kim had managed to land on her feet. He then turns his attention towards the ring, noticing that Todrick started to crawl towards their corner as he runs towards the opposite side of the ring and get to the ring apron to accept the tag as that allows him to enter the ring. There he grabs Lexi by the legs as he prepares her for a Catapult into the turnbuckles. He quickly gets to his feet as he goes for a corner Dropkick that drops Lexi. He quickly gets to his feet and grabs Lexi by the head as he sets her up for a Standing Suplex. He lifts her up into the air, setting her up to be dropped but Lexi somehow manages to shift her weight into a way that manages to land on top of Austin as this would give her a surprise pin attempt.
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2!!
THRE…
CENTURION: No!!! Austin kicked out!!!
Both challenger and champion are flattened on their back as the official starts to use the ten count on either of them. We see Kim back on the ring apron as both she and Todrick are extending their arm towards their partners. Hoping that somehow both Lexi and Austin could move themselves towards their own corner for a tag.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!!
We see both Lexi and Austin trying to move towards their sides, their faces show a grimace that tells us that either of them are in quite some pain.
Five!!
Six!
Seven!
We see Austin manage to get ahead of Lexi by crawling towards his corner, nearly able to tag in Todrick. But his attempt is thwarted by Kim as she ran in and knocks Todrick off the ring apron. She then gets the official in her way as he forces her to go back towards her own corner where she has to listen to the warnings from the official before turning his attention back to the two inside the ring. There we see Lexi crawl towards Kim, but Austin manages to grab her by the leg when Lexi is just inches away from tagging in Kim. Austin slowly gets back to his feet as he starts to drag her towards his corner as we see Todrick get back to the ring apron. Lexi is struggling to keep Austin away from tagging in Todrick, jumping upwards in a last effort attempt to stop him as she set herself up for a kick to his head. Only to have Todrick duck the attempt before tagging in Todrick. There Todrick climbs the second turnbuckle after Austin has got both legs held by him as Todrick hits a splash from the turnbuckles before going for the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
It’s one again Kim that ran into the ring and broke the three count once again, causing Austin to grab her and the two start to brawl in the ring that leads to Austin tossing Kim out to the floor. Austin spins around looking over at Toddy who starts to twerk while Lexi is getting up to a vertical base only to eat a Double Superkick by the Show Stealerz. Todrick makes the cover on Gold hooking the inside leg.
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2!!
3!!
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WINNERS VIA PINFALL AND STILL WGWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: THE SHOW STEALERZ
Match Time: 11:34
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CENTURION: The Show Stealerz retain over Lexi and Kim Pain.
Lexi rolls out to the floor where we find Kim getting back to her feet, she scoffs at Lexi and walks away leaving her to herself while in the ring Todrick and Austin celebrate their win and are awarded the Tag Titles.
TYLER CAGE: The Show Stealerz are on a roll with the Tag Titles.
Austin and Todrick make their way to separate corners where they climb up on the turnbuckles and hoist their respective championship belts up in the air to a pop from CCPE Arena. The crowd suddenly breaks out into boos as PAUL MONTUORI and a Masked Figure hit the ring attacking the Ramsey’s from behind with clubbing blows before pulling them off the buckles. P Mont hammers away on Toddy while the masked figure is shown working over Austin!
CENTURION: What the hell is this about? P Mont and a Masked Man are attacking the Tag Champions!
The bell sounds several times but that doesn’t phase these two men as they are focused on leaving a lasting impression. P Mont and the Masked Man pumble each Champion in opposite corners before P Mont snatches one of the tag titles and the Masked Man snatches the second title. The crowd erupts with loud boos towards the duo in the ring while the Ramsey’s are each pulling themselves up to their feet in opposite corners using the ropes. Toddy is dazed as she spins around and is drilled in the skull with a shot from P Mont and the Tag Title as Austin is served the same fate by the Masked Man.
TYLER CAGE: Whatever the hell this is about P Mont and whoever is under the hood are making a huge statement at the expense of the Show Stealerz.
P Mont and the Masked Man raise up the Tag Titles while standing over the Show Stealerz to massive boos from the crowd. The two drop the belts on the chest of the Ramsey’s as the show fades to commercial.
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The lights in the CCPE Arena dim – and a familiar video plays: the beginning of a grainy film reel. The opening guitar strums of “All Along the Watchtower” by Bob Dylan ring out, and as the harmonica enters, the scene opens with a shot of the man in black from the last Dark segment exiting a hotel room. He’s shot from the neck down, revealing only his outfit: an all-black ensemble of a plain hooded sweatshirt with a leather jacket over it, his tattooed hands shoved into the pockets of black jeans. As the bassline enters the song and the vocals begin, the scene cuts to a behind-shot of him walking through the smoky casino floor of the Strat. His voice – the same voice as the one last heard paying for a hotel room, begins to speak, disembodied from the music and the surrounding scenes. It’s a young man’s voice.
[red]Voice: Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the marketplace, and cried incessantly: "I seek God! I seek God!"[/red]
A close-up shot as his hand reaches to snatch a drink from the tray of a passing cocktail waitress. The camera follows his hand up in slow motion as he brings the drink to his lips, but his face is obscured from view.
[red]Voice: As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. “Has he got lost?” asked one. “Did he lose his way like a child?” asked another. “Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? Emigrated?” – Thus they yelled and laughed.[/red]
He places the empty glass beside a slot machine, his walk never stopping. The camera cuts to a close up of him lighting a cigarette, but only his sharp nose, thin lips, and dimpled chin can be glimpsed.
[red]Voice: The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. [/red]
The scene cuts again. The figure is outside, standing across the street from the CCPE Arena. The hood of his sweatshirt is up, and he smokes a cigarette in silence, watching the crowds line up to enter the building for WGWF Brawl.
[red]Voice: "Whither is God?" he cried; "I will tell you.” [/red]
A series of flashing images: the glittering Strip, the slums of West Vegas, Allegiant Stadium, caution tape surrounding an intersection of W Oakley Blvd and Campbell Dr.
[red]Voice: “We have killed him -- you and I. All of us are his murderers.” [/red]
The figure turns away, as the camera goes to the ground. A bill for a wrestling show lays on it, but before any faces or logos can be discerned, his foot falls upon it. With a deliberate step, it’s dragged across the sidewalk and flung out into the street.
[red]Voice: “But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns?” [/red]
The figure continues down S Las Vegas Blvd, undisturbed.
[red]Voice: “Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition?” [/red]
At the Mirage, he turns and enters the hotel. The sun is beginning to set behind him, and the dusk casts a golden glow on the burbling volcano fountain out front, just beginning to explode to the delight of its audience.
[red]Voice: “Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.”[/red]
Inside the Mirage, he makes his way to the Center Bar. The camera pivots from him to reveal the back of a brunette woman sitting alone at the bar.
[red]Voice: "How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us?”[/red]
He sits beside her.
[red]Voice: “What water is there for us to clean ourselves?”[/red]
Neither of their faces are shown – they’re shot from the back as they sip their drinks. Then the man reaches down to pick up the bag she has sat beside her on the ground.
[red]Voice: “What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent?”[/red]
The camera cuts to look down into the bag as the figure opens it. Inside sits a contract, a bundle of cash, a white Thalia mask, and two tarot cards: The Star and The World.
[red]Voice: “Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us -- for the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all history hitherto."[/red]
The figure makes his way back down S Las Vegas Boulevard, the bag clenched in one hand and the mask in the other.
[red]Voice: Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out. "I have come too early," he said then.[/red]
He stops, and the camera pans back up – once more he stands before the CCPE Arena, the sun now set and the show having started. The queuing line is deserted, and he’s able to make his way to the doors with minimal intrusion, pulling on the mask as he does so.
[red]Voice: "My time is not yet. This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light of the stars requires time; deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than most distant stars -- and yet they have done it themselves.”[/red]
The figure presents a ticket at the door of the CCPE Arena. The security guards let him through, only after he briefly lifts the Thalia mask to show his identity. The camera cuts to him making his way through the corridors, amongst a sea of fans, and out into the seats.
[red]Voice: It has been related further that on the same day the madman forced his way into several churches and there struck up his requiem aeternam deo. Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing but…[/red]
He takes his seat. The show is beginning.
[red]Voice:[/red] "What after all are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?"
The voice’s words ring as the music concludes. The arena is temporarily left in darkness… then the lights return.
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THE BIG TICKET: The following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!
THE BIG TICKET: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring SAMUEL CHATMAN!
The lights in the arena go dark and WWE, CFO$ - Sky’s The Limit (Remix) [ft. Snoop Dogg] instrumental attempt by standard begins to play in the arena. The commentary team buzzes with anticipation, and when the bass drops, Samuel is propelled in the air and lands on the stage. His hat is glowing neon purple with a wolf on the front as well as the bandanna that covers the lower half of his face. He has on a sleeveless sweatshirt with the same glowing wolf. The short tights have the glowing wolf on the backside. His thick custom kick pads over his boots have the wolf to complete a custom look. Some of the viewing him on their screen jeer him, but for the most part, he is still getting a mixed reaction.
THE BIG TICKET: And his opponent…
THE BIG TICKET: About to make her way to the ring, she is SAMANTHA VOX!
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
THE BIG TICKET: And their opponent…
THE BIG TICKET: About to make his way to the ring, MARK FLYNN!
Comes out in a dazzling blue robe. Across the back, it says "King of the Midcarders". He has no expression and makes no eye contact with his opponent. When the bell rings, he shifts gear and a snarl comes across his face.
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At the opening bell, Samuel Chatman sets his sights immediately on Mark Flynn and makes his way across the ring to meet him. Flynn is happy to oblige him, and stands motionless in his corner until “The Lone Wolf” reaches him and then he decks Samuel with a powerful right hand. Chatman is surprised by the lightning quick shot and stumbles backwards into the waiting arms of Samantha Voxx, who’s joined the two men in Flynn’s corner. Voxx whips Samuel across the ring and into an empty corner where he smashes into the turnbuckle and collapses to the mat. Voxx turns to Flynn and unleashes a powerful kick that catches him in the midsection, then turns and sprints across the mat towards Chatman! She looks to drop an elbow on him, but Chatman rolls underneath the bottom rope and pops up to his feet on the apron.
Voxx climbs back to her feet and turns to Chatman just as he leaps up and uses the top rope as a springboard, soaring back into the ring and catching Voxx with a flying crossbody. He connects clean and manages to roll Voxx up into a pin, the referee ready and in position to make the count as the crowd pops for Chatmans athleticism.
ONE!
TW-
CENTURION: Mark Flynn drags Chatman off the top of Voxx!
TYLER CAGE: There was no way this was going to be that simple for The Lone Wolf.
Flynn hurls Chatman to the side and promptly begins to stomp at his limbs, forcing Samuel to tuck his arms tight to his body and roll away as Flynn quickly turns his attention to Voxx. Flynn kneels down and begins to throw Samantha in a cross face, but as she battles to free herself from his grasp he rakes her eyes and turns to walk away innocently.
The crowd jeers loudly, but the referee didn’t see it as Mark was shielding Voxx from view when it happened.
Flynn stands between Samantha and Samuel, but focuses on Chatman as the Lone Wolf climbs to his feet. Mark whips a strong chop at Samuels chest and lights him up, but Samuel quickly jumps to the middle rope and uses it as a springboard to smash a roundhouse kick into the face of Mark Flynn!
CENTURION: Flying Chuck!
TYLER CAGE: Flynn hits the canvas! That kick landed flush!
Chatman scrambles across the mat and pounces atop Flynn for the cover, the crowd cheering loudly.
ONE!
TWO!
Samantha Voxx drops an elbow on Chatman’s back, breaking the count! She and Samuel roll up to their feet and Chatman looks furious! Voxx could have just cost him the win there! He throws a wheel kick but Voxx ducks underneath his foot and grabs him from behind as he rotates around, quickly suplexing Chatman down to the mat before popping up and rushing to the corner and climbing up to the top rope. She has second thoughts about jumping though, as Chatman is back to his feet quicker than expected. He lunges to the corner and tries to knock Voxx off the top, but she hops over him and lands safely on the mat and rolls to her feet in the middle of the ring… where Mark Flynn pops up and absolutely flattens her with a clothesline from hell! Voxx flips head over heels and lands in a heap, but Flynn doesn’t seem worried about the cover right now. He turns to Samuel Chatman, blood gushing from his nose and leaking down his chin.
CENTURION: OH GOD! Mark Flynn is POURING blood!
TYLER CAGE: Chatman may have broken his nose with that kick, and Flynn looks eager to repay the favor.
Chatman smirks to himself as he stares at the bloodied “King of the Midcarders”, but doesn’t back down from the fight. He takes a step towards Flynn who steps forward to meet him, and to the delight of the crowd the two tie up and begin trading wild punches! There’s a flurry of fists as both men land in bunches, but it’s Flynn that lands a short elbow and drops Chatman to a knee before lunging forward with a big boot to the middle of Samuels chest that plants him flat on his back! Flynn circles around Chatman’s lower body, stomping at his legs as the crowd boos him loudly.
Suddenly Samantha Voxx reaches out and grabs Flynn’s ankle, tripping him up. He spins around to face her with a sneer, and it’s the opening Chatman needs to drag himself up to his knees and then hurl himself at Flynn. He grabs Mark around the waist and tackles him to the canvas, rolling on top of him and raining down a storm of punches! Flynn covers up, but Chatman lands a left hook that knocks Mark silly. Chatman climbs off of Mark and up to his feet, Samantha Voxx climbing up to her feet beside him. They look at each other, but instead of engaging they both turn back to Mark Flynn as he crawls over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up to his feet. He turns around and sees his two opponents staring him down, and in unison they shuffle their feet and unleash a double super kick that sends Flynn flipping backwards over the top rope and toppling to the floor!
“HO-LY! SHIT!”
“HO-LY! SHIT!”
“HO-LY! SHIT!”
CENTURION: Chatman and Voxx just DECAPITATED Mark Flynn!
TYLER CAGE: That busted nose may be the least of his worries. That looked like it could have caved in his skull!
Chatman pops up, pounding his fist against his chest as the crowd roars in approval! Voxx stands slowly, smirking slyly as she polishes her nails on her shoulder and struts to the ropes where she peers down at Flynn. After soaking in the moment, Samuel and Samantha slowly turn to face each other with the mutual understanding that their short alliance is over. Chatman beckons for Voxx to come and get him, and she obliges. Voxx throws a front kick, but Chatman sidesteps and tries to legsweep Samantha to the canvas. Voxx hops over his foot and grabs hold of him as he tries to get back to his feet, and she DDT’s the Lone Wolf before hooking his leg for the cover!
ONE!
TW-
Chatman gets a shoulder up and shoves Voxx off of him, both stars rolling back to their feet. Chatman throws a reverse windmill kick, but Voxx just manages to lean out of the way. Chatman regains his balance and pushes forward but Voxx grabs him and whips him into the corner! Chatman catches himself, then quickly leaps to the top rope and turns around to look down at Voxx who seems surprised by his agility! Chatman leaps off the top rope and hooks the head of Voxx, sending her crashing to the canvas with a tornado DDT! He pops to his feet quickly and turns his back on Samantha, then backflips with a standing moonsault and lands directly on top of her! He tells the referee to make the count!
CENTURION: This could be it!
TYLER CAGE: Voxx looks disoriented!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Voxx gets a shoulder up, Samuel Chatman looking stunned on his knees next to her as the crowd roars at the near fall.
He stares down at Voxx…
He looks at the referee…
He turns out to the crowd…
And then he notices Mark Flynn standing on the apron, chin caked in blood and fire in his eyes.
CENTURION: Oh no.
TYLER CAGE: Flynn blasts through the ropes and grabs Chatman by the throat!
Mark drags Chatman up to his feet, then backs him quickly into the corner and brutalizes him with punches and kicks. He grabs Samuels leg and flips him up and out of the ring, watching with satisfaction as he crashes to the floor.
CENTURION: Hang on a second!
TYLER CAGE: Here comes Damage!
Lurking just behind the barricade, Damage suddenly hops over to the floor and charges the unsuspecting Chatman and begins to maul him outside the ring! The crowd gasps in shock but begins to boo loudly as The Lone Wolf is getting unfairly destroyed on the outside!
Back in the ring, Mark Flynn turns to Samantha Voxx and grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her up.
CENTURION: THE END!
TYLER CAGE: THE END! FLYNN WITH THE CUTTER!
Mark Flynn makes the cover on Voxx as Samuel Chatman tries to survive the assault from Damage on the floor, and can’t make it back to break up the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: MARK FLYNN
MATCH TIME: 15:31
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Mark Flynn smiles to himself as he sits up to his knees next to Voxx, his face still caked in blood. He turns to look at the melee outside where Chatman has managed to climb to his feet, but can’t do much more besides cover up as Damage crushes him with right hands. The referee rushes over to the ropes and jumps to the floor, pulling Damage away from Chatman with the help of several members of the ringside crew. Damage eventually throws his hands up and signals that he’s finished, backing away from The Lone Wolf and staring at him coldly. Chatman tries to chase after him and get some shots in of his own, but the crew steps in and holds him back telling him to wait for the medical staff to come check him out.
CENTURION: You had to think Damage might pop up here tonight, and he picked his spot brilliantly.
TYLER CAGE: Chatman might have been able to stop Flynn, but he didn’t even get the chance. He got absolutely blindsided there.
Chatman pounds the apron in frustration, looking back into the ring where he notices Mark Flynn watching him. Flynn smiles, and raises his arm victoriously.
Samuel Chatman mutters to himself and pounds the apron again, and we get one last shot of Mark Flynns blood stained face before cutting away from the ring.
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“The Enemy” by Godsmack hits and the fans erupt as Mac Bane makes his way out on stage. There are no smiles as he makes his way to the ring. He is clearly a man on a mission with something to say. He digs the microphone out of the hip pocket of his jeans and enters the ring. Thumping the microphone against his hand to make sure it’s live, he leans against the ropes with his stare focused on the hard camera.
Mac Bane: Bam Miller!
The crowd boos the name of the man who broke a brick on the back of Mac’s head a few weeks ago.
Mac Bane: I don’t like that piece of shit either.
The crowd erupts as Mac acknowledges them and their opinion.
Mac Bane: You had a whole lot to say until we were face to face didn’t ya? You talked about my wife, right?
He pauses as the crowd groans in protest.
Mac Bane: Yeah, they know what happens next. The last guy who did that, well he’s a lesser Raven, to begin with, but he slunk off into obscurity—probably going into retirement for another 10 years. You don’t get that luxury.
The Tron comes to life and we see Bam Miller sitting on the hood of a White Dodge Ram. He’s lightly tossing a red brick up a short distance and allowing it to land in his hand. He smiles a sadistic smile.
Bam Miller: Hahaha, you're a funny guy Mac if you think I'm playing hide and seek with you, I'm never afraid of getting my hands dirty and since you seem to be in the mood to get your skull caved in again how about you come out here and do something about this….
Bam jumps off the hood of White Dodge Ram and tosses the brick back and forth in the air into his hand as he looks into the camera with a cold sinister look and then smashes the rock through the windshield of the truck.
Bam Miller: I'm from Detroit bitch, you should've been driving a Ford F1-50, now come come dance with the Devil Mac!!!
Mac Bane: Dumb bastard!
Mac says as he drops the microphone and rushes back up the ramp, he passes through gorilla with a cameraman hot on his heels following through the backstage areas. He doesn’t stop for anyone or anything shoving crates out of the way as he makes his way to the parking lot. He bursts through the doors, where Bam is waiting with a brick in each hand. Mac charges forward avoiding the brick in the right hand of Miller, spearing him. The big Texan gets back up slowly as we notice a trickle of blood running down the left side of his face. The first shot with the brick in his right hand had not connected, the left hand did in fact, pieces of brick were laying off to the side.
Bam laughs hysterically as he gets up looking at Macs bloody face and the charges after him with a wild swing but Mac ducks and sends Bam into the side of a car chest first and then slings him into the door of another car okred besides it. Mac then begins to choke ban up against the car and then uses his strength to lift him up and drop him on top of the hood the car as Bam struggles against the hold an begins reaching to the side of him as he looks for anything to get him out this situation and then in the nick of time, Bams fingers fall on his other and brick and then uses it to knock Mac off him a she smashes him in the other side of the head.
Bam Miller: YEAH YOU LIKE THAT!!!
Bam tosses the brick to the side and then gets a running start to deliver a brutal kick to Mac Bane and then he rolls over in pain but Bam gets right on top of him and starts bashing him with punches and forearm but Bam leave this guard open and Mac delivers a headbutt that sends Bam off of him and then starts laying into him as a few WGWF security guts come rushing out from the arena to help break this up but as they approach and start to pull Mac off Bam, he starts laying into them as well as Mac stands up and starts dropping security.It doesn’t take the two men long to disburse security, Bane turns around and motions for Bam to bring it. The younger man does come at him again. Bam lowers his head and tries to tackle Mac, but Bane catches him, hooking the chin he drops him straight down with a DDT on the bricks! Mac stands up as the flashing red and blue lights come into view. Now it’s Bam that comes up wobbly and not so sure of his legs. Both men busted open look at each other as local law enforcement arrives on the scene.
Mac Bane: Yeah, Like that just fine!
Bam spits some blood out of his mouth towards the ground and looks over at the Police as they start to get out of their vehicles and then back at Mac with an unhinged smile.
Bam Miller: OH ITS A PARTY NOW!!!
As the officers approach Bam looks like he's ready to make a move on them but then General Manager James Raven comes out shaking his head.
James Raven: That's enough of Miller Time and whatever you say, Mac.
James approaches the offers as they take out cuffs and get ready to arrest both Mac and Bam for the assault on the security.
James Raven: Gentleman hold on a minute, I apologize for their actions but there is no need for anyone to spend the night in jail or for you guys to do unnecessary paperwork for this. So how about you let me handle this from here and you guys enjoys some free donuts on me?
James puts on a smile as he hopes for the best as the officers take a moment to huddle up together for a few minutes and then turn around to nod in agreement with Raven.
Cop: Ok guys, Mr. Raven has is from here, we are going to go get some pastries.
The cops walk off and get back into the cars and leave the scene as James Raven now turns his attention to Mac and Bam.
James Raven: We got some things to talk about…
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THE BIG TICKET: The following contest is your MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL MAIN EVENT of the evening, and is a Semi-Final Match in the WGWF Intercontinental Championship Tournament.
The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by J Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play getting the crowd to jump to their feet.
CENTURION: Woah, I was not expecting Cholo out here tonight were you Tyler?
TYLER CAGE: Not at all, but now the empty VIP section next to us makes a lot of sense!
Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana looking as good as ever in one of his custom made white suits and flashing that million-dollar smile of his. He is not alone this time, as he is bringing out with him four beautiful women of different ethnicities. He stands there, arm in arm with two of them, soaking in all the love from the fans. After a few seconds he makes his way down the ramp with the ladies, walking around the ring and then stopping in front of the commentating table.
CHOLO: Hola Centurion, Tyler… You two looked a little lonely, so Cholo brought some friends, sorry, some baddies to keep you company.
CENTURION: Well, I’m not quite sure what to say here.
TYLER CAGE: We say hell yeah and gracias amigo!
Cholo smiles as he then bumps fists with Tyler while Centurion isn’t sure about the whole situation. Cholo then makes his way to his VIP section where a butler has materialized out of now where, ready with his favorite drink and some champagne for everyone else. Cholo invites the ladies to sit down while he takes his time shaking hands with all the fans nearby who want them some Cholo. He finally takes a seat, gets his Mezcal and is ready to enjoy the action.
CENTURION: Well it looks like Cholo is simply out here to scope out the competition.. He’s done it before and -
TYLER CAGE: we fucking love him for it! God bless that man!
THE BIG TICKET: Introducing first, representing the SAGA, he is BUSTER GLOVES!
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.
Buster scans the audience. Stoic, bald and unshaven. He is... the Bull of the North. He checks his chin, by giving it two short punches with a black padded glove on his left hand. The letters W.I.F.E. (Wrestling is Forever) printed on the backside of it.
Buster descends the ramp fist bumping fans, pointing to the cheap seats up top, and bouncing his head to the music. He crawls up the ring steps like a silverback gorilla, wipes his shoes on the apron and ducks in under the top rope into the ring. Then side hops a circle around the ring logo before coming back to center. He checks his chin one more time as he poses for the hard cam.
THE BIG TICKET: And his opponent…
THE BIG TICKET: Coming to the ring, he is “MARVELOUS” MIKE MASON!
("Power" by Kanye West begins to play over the PA and the crowd instantly begins to boo. As the words "Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power
(21st-century schizoid man)" play, a spot light shines on the entrance way revealing the Marvelous One. His back is to the crowd, and his arms are spread out wide revealing the rhinestones words "Simply Marvelous" on the back of the robe.
The Marvelous One spins around with a huge and cocky smile on his face. The light bounces off of his sequined and rhinestone white ring rob, with purple and blue designs on it. The darkness is replaced with a soft purple glow, but the spotlight stays on The Mecca of Manhood.
The Marvelous One struts to the ring, walking slowly, taking his time and allowing everyone to view him. He climbs the ring stairs and instructs the referee to hold the ropes open for him.
The Ref holds the ropes open and the Marvelous One steps through and wins around in a 360 to the middle of the ring. He unties his robe, and removes it slowly, handing it to the referee.
The Marvelous One hits a front double bicep in the center of the spotlight as the music fades out.)
Mason is clearly upset that Cholo is at ring side, and is arguing with the ref and wants him remove. The ref tells him that he is not doing anything wrong and that he is just watching the match, there is nothing he can do. Mason upset walks up to the closest ropes to Cholo and points at him, yelling at him to get out. Cholo just smiles and tells him he is just here to watch, that’s all.
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CENTURION: Can Mason keep his head in the game with Cholo sitting in his VIP Area? We’re about to find out!
From the moment the bell has rung Buster was keeping his guard up not trusting Mason for a single second and who can blame him. The lock up in the center of the ring and for a moment neither one moved from the lock up and the crowd was getting firmly on Buster’s side for this match and when the slightly bigger Mason got the upperhand and started to push Buster to the corner they started their boo’s. When Mason was counter for the break he started on punching Buster who was able to block most of them but a hard shot to the bread basket knocked the wind out of him for a moment and Mason took advantage of that slinging him across the ring and hard into the turnbuckle following him in to deliver a splash which Buster just managed to avoid.
TYLER CAGE: Buster used some quickness to evade that splash from Mason.
CENTURION: He’s going to have to stay one step ahead of Mason if he’s going to stamp his ticket to WrestleWars.
Meanwhile in the ring Buster started with kicks and chops to bring the slightly bigger man down and try and neutralize the powergame by Mason. The lightning quick kicks and punches do not all land as Mason tries to block the ones that do the most damage but when he sees an opening he hits Buster with a thumb to the eye. The referee reprimanding him for it gave Buster a breather and when Mason came charging in for a shoulder tackle into the corner Buster side stepped him and Mason crashed into the ring pole to the pleasure of the crowd in attendance who cheered loudly at this.
Buster pulled Mason out of the corner and rolled him up for a pin attempt.
1!!
TW…
Kick out by Mason that sees both men get to their feet quickly and Mason comes charging at Buster aggressively with a clothesline but Buster manages to duck it just in time. Buster and Mason are trading blows back and forth showing both their striking skills. Mason left his defense open a little and Buster catches him with a vicious European uppercut that drives him to the corner where Buster follows him in and on the second rope starts slamming down fists with Mason trying to cover himself as the crowd counts along.
one,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six,
seven,
eight,
nine,
Ten!
CENTURION: Gloves has Mason on wobbly legs!
The crowd chanted along and Buster jumps down grabbing Mason by the hand and goes to sling him in the corner but the bigger Mason planted his feet firmly and Buster did not manage to get him to move and Mason forcefully janks Buster in and rams his shoulder into Buster with a hard shoulder block. As Buster tries to counter with a spinning heel kick Mason avoids the blow and with a vicious chop block takes out the left knee of Buster and Mason goes for the knee grabbing Buster and after twisting him into a modified heel hook first only to twist him into a figure four lock, The completely different style of offense by Mason from the ground and pound catches Buster by surprise!
TYLER CAGE: Mason is trying to rip the ankle apart on Buster!
CENTURION: Buster has to find an escape!
The referee checks with Buster but he is not about to give up and is trying to counter the hold and twisting himself to freedom Cholo stands up and locks eyes with Mason. He then steps out of his VIP area and this causes Mason to break his hold and tells the ref to look, but all Cholo is doing is taking off his jacket and handing it to the attendant nearby. Just then Buster comes from behind Mason with a School Boy!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Mason escapes with a kick out and both men are back to their feet. The two lock up in the middle of the ring again. This time the stronger and heavier Mason pushed Buster towards the corner but when he went to strike Buster had already escaped. Using his speed and light on his feet movements to out maneuver Mason. Returning the favor of the leg work Buster takes Mason down to the mat with a drop toe hold and immediately goes to put Mason into a single leg boston crab but Mason is too strong still and manages to roll out of the hold before the referee even asked him if he wanted to give up.
TYLER CAGE: Mason got out of that with a quickness.
Buster returns to his striking game the moment he releases Mason and starts with a vicious combination of BJJ kicks and punches, focusing mostly on the leg he had been working on but it is only pissing off Mason even more, he shoulder blocks Buster to the mat and begins with his own punching as he mounts Buster and slams down hard right handed punches to the face. Most of the strikes aimed at the head and aimed to do some serious damage. As Buster has rolled onto his stomach Mason gets up quick and drops an elbow drop to the lower back following it up with another elbow drop to the same area.Mason stands up and takes a step back watching the damage he has inflicted with a sick smile on his face. Both of Cholo’s baddies stand up and walk towards the corner to distract him. Mason waves them off, telling them that he is not falling for it, but this is distraction duck a Mason lariat… Cholo laughs as the baddies come back to him and sit down. When Mason turns back towards him connects with a lightning quick Sparta kick. Buster follows his kick with immediate hard kicks and punches aiming for the gut, chest and legs of Mason. Sweeping his legs from underneath him, Mason crashed hard to the mat and Buster went for a cocky cover..
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Mason kicks out with a bit of power behind it.
CENTURION: HUGE kick out by Mason! It’s all on the line, a shot at the Intercontinental Championship is on the line.
Mason gets up trying to shake the effects of the quick strikes off. Now Buster is the one who stands up with a smile on his face and drives his knee hard into the side and back of Mason. It is a brutal match up and the crowd is eating it up cheering loudly each time Buster connects a move. After a second Buster charges in, jumps and goes to connect with a knee drop into the back of Mason. But finds nobody home as Mason saw it coming and had rolled out of the ring.! Buster bounces off of the mat, favoring his ribs as Mason quickly gets back into the ring and lunges at him, unleashing a series of knees to his ribs and elbows to the back of his head. Eventually he gets in a waist lock and somehow deadlifts the prone and unmoving man into a German suplex, bridging for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!!
NO! Buster kicks out!
The referee signals that it was two as Mason starts to argue with the referee about it. Just then, some random Salsa music begins to play and while everyone in the ring wonders what the hell is going on, Cholo throws his arms up in the air excitedly.
CHOLO: oh Cholo loves him some salsa! Come on ladies! Tyler you in?!
TYLER CAGE: Fuck yeah!
CENTURION: Sit the hell down!
Cholo dances with both ladies as the crowd cheers on while the other two are trying to get Tyler to come on but Centurion is holding him back. In the ring, Mason again argues with the ref who simply shrugs and tells him Cholo is not interfering! The music finally dies out and Cholo goes to sit back down with the ladies as the crowd applauds. Mason is furious, and turns his attention to Buster but he has now recovered… Buster headbutts him right across the bridge of the nose and follows it up with a flurry of european uppercuts but stumbles back when Mason counters them with arm blocks and grabs a hold of Buster and yanks him in for a vicious headbutt of his own. Both men are dazed by the headbutts and try to shake off the effects before they charge in and tie up in the middle of the ring again. This time however it is Buster that is reacting the fastest and kicks the knee of Mason sending him down to one knee before following it up with lightning quick kicks to the chest and head. As Mason appears to be knocked out Buster goes for the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Kick out by Mason!
TYLER CAGE: This is turning into a highly combative battle between Mason and Gloves.
CENTURION: And Cholo.
As the ref takes his eyes off them for a moment to signal the two Mason tries to gauge the eyes of Buster with his thumbs and Buster gives a shout of pain but when Mason tries to roll him up Buster kicks out before the referee could get into position. The anger on the face of Buster is surprising to those that have known the man and followed his career for a while. He rubbed at his eyes for a second as Mason complained to the ref for being too slow to get into position and as Mason turned back around a Lou Thez press by Buster took him down to the mat and Buster rained down a flurry of punches on the head of Mason.
CENTURION: Fist of fury being thrown by Buster Gloves!
Mason turned them around and landed his own onslaught of punches on Buster who blocked as many as he could, which only angered Mason even more. Both men are showing the signs of the war they are fighting as neither wants to be defeated in their quest for gold. The punches slowed down a little but still as vicious as the first one of the match. It is going to come down to who has the most stamina tonight in the ring. Buster manages to get Mason thrown off of him and both men get to their feet breathing heavily and faster than normal. They charge at each other once again and this time it is a stalemate in the middle of the ring. Neither man is moving from their spot and their arms strain against the hold.
TYLER CAGE: Who the hell is going to win this thing?
Mason drives a knee across the midsection of Buster before hurling him out to the floor through the ropes. Mason steps out to the ring apron and drops down to the floor. He picks Buster up and hammers with a right hand knocking Buster toward the VIP area. Mason drops Buster with a right hand before directing his attention toward Cholo and his Baddies. Mason starts spouting off one of Cholo’s baddies which is enough to bring Cholo out of his chair and out of the VIP area. The crowd roars as they go face to face before Mason shoves Cholo! Buster recovers and spins Mason around where he drives a boot to the midsection and looks to drive Mason face first off the ring steps. Mason puts on the brakes and it’s Buster who is driven face first off the steel steps.
Mason spins back around where Cholo has made his way back into the VIP section.
Mason comes back over making some disparaging remarks about something that is enough for one of the Baddies to pick up a glass but before she can throw it in the eyes of Mason we see Buster Gloves with a Superkick from out of nowhere! Buster picks Mason up and hurls him back into the ring. Gloves slides into the ring after Mason who is getting back to his feet. Mason turns around and walks right into THE OBLITERATOR!
Gloves makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND ADVANCING TO WRESTLE WARS: BUSTER GLOVES
Match Time: 22:32
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CENTURION: Buster Gloves has stamped his ticket to face Cholo at Wrestle Wars 8 for the Intercontinental Championship!
Cholo and the Baddies exit the VIP section laughing at what’s transpired. He gives Buster a tip of the cap as he exits with his Baddies on his arm. Buster has his arm raised in victory.
TYLER CAGE: I don’t think Mike Mason is going to take this at all. Cholo def played a factor.
Buster celebrates his win as Monday Night Brawl fades to black.
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Match Credits: James Raven, Kat Jones, Goth, and Chris Page
Segment Credits: Pater Vaughn and Mark Cross, Cholo, THE Tristan Slater, Mystery Man, Bam Miller and Mac Bane, John Cable and Fred Debonair.
