Monday Night Brawl Results: 4/10/23

[Chris Page]

Monday Night Brawl Pre-Show:

A whistling wind can be heard blowing throughout the arena. Those in attendance gaze around trying to figure out exactly where the sound is coming from. The lights suddenly begin to dim slightly and the loud sound of cawing crows can be heard along with the wind. The lights in the arena finally go completely dark as the sounds continue before ever so suddenly coming to a halt. An image appears on the screen.

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The fans of the WGWF have come alive as the rumblings have proven to be true.

Centurion: Could it be?!

Many Men by 50 Cent plays as the lights come back on and Krow struts out onto the WGWF stage for the first time ever. He is wearing a brown leather overcoat with fur lapelles over top of a black muscle shirt with a gold chain and pendant, light blue jeans and black boots to match on this occasion.

TYLER CAGE: It Is!!

Mass Hysteria erupts in the arena as the fans jump out of their seats, most cheering, some hating. He paces back and forth around center stage before pausing and just taking in the moment for what it truly is with a genuine smile on his face. He points to the ring and then drags his pointer finger across his throat before pounding on his chest with his right arm and pointing out to the people and disappearing back behind the curtain.

CENTURION: A newcomer in Krow has arrived and is wanting to make a statement. The fans are invested, let’s see how this plays out.

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We are backstage in the facility's parking area. A black limousine pulls up, eventually stopping. The limo turns off. The camera catches the driver exit their side and walk around the vehicle, eventually getting to the back door. The camera leans down to see the bottoms of the door open. A few moments pass before a couple feet exit the vehicle, revealing...custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes?!

The crowd immediately start unleashing their jeers!

The camera pans up to the body where we see black skinny jeans, a red and black hooded jacket over a white wifebeater, and stopping on the smug smirk on the face of Max Daemon!

He takes another drink of a water bottle before tossing it carelessly onto the concrete. He sends a portion of said water out of his mouth in a spit before making his way into the arena.

The crowd's boos are deafening, but it gets even louder when the limo also catches Nathan Miles! He's in the background wearing a nice black and white suit. He follows his son. The camera follows them a little bit into the arena before stopping at a corridor where the two continue their way into the arena.

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The camera catches things up in a hallway of the Velvet Rabbit. The door itself is labeled as "CHRIS PAGE", indicating that it's his office.

The door suddenly opens, revealing Max Daemon and Nathan Miles exiting. Both men have smirks on their face and are chuckling. Once out, the two share a dap. Max is holding a couple papers in the other hand. The door to Chris' office closes and Max fans himself mockingly with the papers.

Denise Essex approaches, mic in hand, ready to go.

DENISE ESSEX: Max Daemon, Nathan Miles, what are you--

Max swipes the microphone from her hand. When she looks offended, Nathan gives her a quick shove. She takes the hint, now more pissed than anything, and leaves in a huff. The crowd's boos are deafening, even as Max and Nathan continue their trek through the halls of the Velvet Rabbit. He raises the mic up.

MAX DAEMON: WGWF...ya' sad sacks of sons of bitches...did ya' miss us?

Judging by the crowd's negative reactions, the answer is quite obvious.

MAX DAEMON: The father-son duo and WGWF's worst enemies are back. I have two solid contracts here, worth more than anybody here will EVER be worth, and it's not for long, but hey, I'm not here because I wanna take over...because I wanna kill this place, nah...I'm back in WGWF for a few reasons. First reason is ta' make that fucker, Centurion's, life miserable as hell with just my presence.

We cut to the arena, seeing a shot on the big screen if Max and Nathan's smirk.

MAX DAEMON: Heya Cent!

The camera cuts to the commentators' table where we can see Centurion staring at the screen and HE is pretty unhappy at what he's seeing.

We then cut back to the feed of Max and Nathan.

MAX DAEMON: The next reason is one that I'm sure he's...WELL aware of. It's not person--

He cuts himself off, stopping briefly. He looks down, fighting the urge to drop his smirk. He recovers soon enough and looks back up, continuing his walk.

MAX DAEMON: Okay, it is. But I don't want ya' ta' think it's because I hate ya', but...there's unfinished business I'm lookin ta' wrap-up, and it's not somethin that an "Island of Valor" is gonna accomplish by itself. It's no secret that I'm seein things in a different light, and while I'm not one ta' hate on ya' anymore...I'm still a bitter piece of shit who thinks our ONE match deserves another.

The crowd starts murmuring to themselves, a collection of them hiding under the jeers still emanating.

MAX DAEMON: I told Chris ta' his face that I'm not expectin anythin but HIM in my sights...but if someone else in this cursed company has a problem with me and how I...sorry...WE...ceremoniously left...TWICE now...than fuckin bring it bitches. I've never backed down from a challenge before, and I'm not ready ta' do so yet.

Nathan gestures for the mic. Max hands it over.

NATHAN MILES: We ae not here as invaders. Hell, for me...it's almost like coming home...if my home was a rotten piece of property that was burned down and left to die, and all that's left is the corpse the homeless reside in.

The boos start pouring it in droves.

NATHAN MILES: We are here because of unfinished business. I want closure. HE wants closure. We are just a father and son making the moves that we need to...and if that means that...we are getting PAID...and what we are OWED for it, then...

Max fans himself with the papers a couple more times as he chuckles before putting them into his hooded jacket.

NATHAN MILES:...more power to US. So if Cent, you want another go...fine. If Peter thinks I am going to take the World Title and throw it in a dumpster again, than fine, come find me first and we'll figure something out. If the elephant in the room, who I know is watching right now, wants to exit that locker room right now and confront my boy, than fine...but we both know you are just FUMING right now.

Max's smirk falls a bit at this.

NATHAN MILES: You won't find us in the common locker room, no. We have our own place, away from the rabble of the other lower people wrestling in this company. So if you want to confront me and my boy...Cent...Peter..."You Know Who You Are"...than knock nicely...

Nathan himself drops his smirk.

NATHAN MILES:...maybe we will let you in. But do NOT expect niceties in return. Expect a Head Crusher...and a Superkick for good measure.

Nathan hands the mic back over to Max as they finally reach a section of the arena. They are surrounded by audience members just drowning them in jeers.

MAX DAEMON: This is our final say on it for now. We're not here for long because...quite frankly, this place can't afford the time it'd take ta' get both of us ta' stay around much longer. So while we're here...let's make things fun. We have our targets...we have our plan...and if anybody wants ta' stand in our way...fine...we'll treat ya' just like we treated that washed-up, has-been legend...reduced ta' callin action every week like a nobody!

Centurion takes his headset off, staring up at Max and Nathan, whose smirks seem to grow.

MAX DAEMON: We'll make ya' our bitch...and hey...we don't need HOPE...we don't need ta' talk about bony asses...or hell, this'll get your attention...

Max stares into a nearby camera that followed the two of them.

MAX DAEMON:...we don't even need GRACE...ta' be LEARY...of all the ASH...ya've left in your wake...of all the shitty decisions ya've made. Trust me...I know the feelin...but at least I'm the only one honest about 'em.

Max slams the mic into the camera, forcing it back. It creates a loud thud and another one when it hits the floor. The two stand towards the top of the arena, letting the silence of the boos send us off to commercial.

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Goth can be seen backstage as he is holding the doll in his hands, he is gloating lie crazy as he is talking about his match this week on Brawl

GOTH: Yes I know, I am this close to become number one contender to Cholo’s title. I’m so excited, finally a breakthrough that we both will be celebrating after the match is over!!!

He stares intently at the doll as if it is talking to him, but we cannot hear it.

GOTH: No, I don’t want you to be at ringside. It’s a triple threat, this Mike Mason is a strange fellow. I do not want you to risk yourself at ringside once more, you already have spoken your mind to the crowd and this time I need to focus at the job that be. But next week we will celebrate this one big time!!!!

With that the camera fades as we see Goth continue to talk to the doll without even having noticed that it was being aired on tv.


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Before the Tron plays the Lights in the arena goes pitch black, The Tron play showing 3 little girls playing and looks at the camera and say, "He is Here" and then slowly fades to black. A man's voice say " Run" followed by “Untamed” by Jacob Lizotte hits the PA system and The Damage's video plays on the Tron. The lights in the arena flickers in rhythmic to the beats. As the themes builds more Damage comes out from behind the curtains and stops at the arena as the crowd goes crazy. He is seen wearing coolers for his eyes with Silver tank-tops with "The Untamed Demon" printed on the tank top below his chest and a leather Sleeveless Vest over his tank top. The word “DAMAGE” is pasted with Diamonds on back of the Sleeveless vest. He is seen wearing a long leather pants with and black boots. Two elbow pads is seen on his elbow. With smirk on his face and starts walking down the ramp looking focused on the ring as he neglects the fans who were stretching their hand in hopes to touch his body. He reaches the end of the ramp and walks towards the ring apron.

Damage pulls the top rope and climbs on the ring apron. He steps over the top rope with one leg and gets inside the ring. Damage walks to the center of the ring and looks at the fans of WGWF who were on their foot on seeing the untamed demon before as he raises his right hand in the air as the pyros goes on from all the corners of ring posts like a fountain. The crowd lets a huge pop in the arena. Damage asks for a microphone to a stagehand and it is soon delivered as his music slowly dies.


Damage looks at the crowd with a smirk on his face. He raises hi hand with the microphone and start to speak, but suddenly a familiar theme hits and out comes Ramon Noodle accompanied by Eduardo Gutiérrez and “The Glizzy Boyz”.


TYLER CAGE: Someone has a death wish.


CENTURION: You can say that again.


Damage looks puzzled as all four make down their way towards the ring. While walking down the ring, Coding Rhodes who has microphone start to speak.


Ramon Noodle: DO you know big man, for days, we all four have been used as a joke in this company, actually we are not and we know. We wanted to prove this, hence we are now taking over this segment. We know, you are big and you have just decimated a lone wolf at the grandest stage of WGWF in a ring surrounded by fire and you and your opponent tied to a 15 feet dog color. But you see, you may be big, powerful and you had won a lone wolf but …”


TYLER CAGE: But I wish you’d stop talking.


CENTURION: Where is Cherry Cola when you need her?


Meanwhile, all four surround the ring as Damage keeps the microphone down and gets ready to fight by removing his sun glasses and vest. Damage look at all directions to attack by turning all four sides as Ramon Noodles continues.


Ramon Noodles: “Wrestlwars was one Lone wolf, let’s just see how you equalise the number games. Damage, you are at the Wrong place and Wrong time just like your opponent felt with you.”


Saying all four slides inside the ring and starts to attack Damage. Damage tries to reverses the attacks, but the number games played and soon gets dominated by the 4 stars.  The Crowd boos for the cheap attack on the Untamed Demon, but suddenly out of nowhere, Punisher runs in down the ramp from behind the curtains to the cheers of the crowd.

CENTURION: Big Pun is in the house!

Punisher soon slides inside the ring and start to attack the attackers from behind, which gave some time for Damage to reverse the attack on Ramon Noodle and Eduardo as Punisher took on “The Glizzy Boys”


Damage send Noodles and Eduardo towards the ropes as they return, Damage grabs the throat of both Noodles and Eduardo. Punisher grabs the Glizzy Bozy throat by the time and both Damage and Punisher delivers a ring shaking powerful Double chokeslam as all four see stars.


TYLER CAGE: Big Pun and Damage are wrecking house and we haven’t even taken the air yet!


Damage picks up Noodles and fixes him between his legs and raised his hand to the cheer of the crowd and delivers his “Highway to Hell” as other opponents still knocked out with chokelsams of Damage and Punisher. Damage looks around the Destruction he caused and turns his attention towards Punisher. They both share looks with cold stare in their eyes.



TYLER CAGE: Thanks for coming!


CENTURION: These two big bastards have just laid out those poor, unfortunate souls.


But Punisher slowly smiles at Damage to which Damage slowly smirks back at Punisher as “Untamed” by Jacob Lizotte hits the PA system, as Damage raises his hand in the air and Punisher gets down the ring and walks backwards through the ramp with smile and eyes locked on at Damage..







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Monday Night Brawl:
Show Date: 4/10/23
CCPE Arena @ The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas



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Monday Night Brawl takes the air live from CCPE Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada to a thunderous ovation upon seeing the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl, James Raven, standing in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand. The crowd chants “RAVEN! RAVEN! RAVEN!” in unison. James holds up a live microphone garnering a louder ovation. James lowers the microphone to his lips, addressing the WGWF faithful.



JAMES RAVEN: Welcome to MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL!

The crowd erupts loudly once again bringing a smirk to the face of the General Manager who continues.

JAMES RAVEN: The post-WrestleWars Brawl, and you know something, I couldn’t think of a better way to kick off this program than to make a couple of announcements. The first thing I want to announce is our next big Pay-Per-View event; Monday Night, June 5th, the WGWF will take the airways one more time on Pay-Per-View as we present… WAR GAMES!

A thunderous ovation explodes from the crowd.

JAMES RAVEN: There is something about two teams of five beating the crap out of each other surrounded by a massive cage that covers two rings that brings a smile to my face because you never know what can happen when the rules have been thrown out and it’s complete bedlam between the ropes, and seeing as we’ve got War Games on the forefront we are going to need a couple of team captains.

James takes a moment before he continues.

JAMES RAVEN: I could easily just appoint two and say here ya go! But here in the WGWF, we believe in giving ample opportunities. What better way to give anyone a shot at captaining a team than putting those that WANT it in a Battle Royal right here on Brawl in two weeks? The final two left standing will be the two who will be able to captain each team and will be able to pick their team for one of the biggest fights of the year. The question comes down to who is willing to put their bodies on the line… I guess we’re going to find out two weeks from tonight. In the meantime, enjoy the show!


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Just when you thought it was safe, “Paint It Black” hits the speakers and the fans go absolutely bonkers with nuclear hatred at the woman whom the ballad heralds. They don’t have to wait long, as a slew of men dressed in ancient Greece attire, muscled and badass looking, emerge carrying Sonya Benson on a golden throne.



TYLER CAGE: Oh shit look at her! All gold everything! She’s ascended, Cent. She hath become CCPE! She hath become a queen’eth!

CENTURION: I don’t care. She’s gonna get that crown knocked off as soon as she steps into the ring with Atara Raven! And look, she’s even mocking Atara with all the Greek attire and numerology! What a bitch!



The celebration gets bigger as she gets closer to the ring, where we see her recaptured Television Championship, and by god does she look ravishing in it!



Smith and Norris are also dressed to the nines in Greek attire as they all enter the ring, where they part the ropes and escort Sonya into the ring in all her glory. She hands the new TV Title off to Norris, who holds it high into the air, parading it around for all to see and jeer at. And jeer they do, drowning out Sonya’s first few attempts to speak.

SONYA BENSON: Now that you’ve gotten all the vitriol out of your greasy pizza filled mouths, allow me to re-introduce myself! I am YOUR WGWF Television Champeen! I am the First World Hero. I am she who fights without a sword or shield. I am the sum of all that you oppose. I am CCPE! I am the QUEEN of the Television Division. Ladies and gentlemen.. *she exalts herself with a godly pose*.... ACKNOWLEDGE ME…. HATE! ME! MORE!

Nuclear heat is the norm with the most hated woman in wrestling, but the response she gets now goes beyond that. It’s downright comet-smashing-earth ending all life type of explosive reaction. She marinades in it. She loves it. Their pain and misery is a drug to her and she’s getting high as fuck right now!

SONYA BENSON: My first order of business now is to address my joining of CCPE. I did what I had to do. I told you all and that nincompoop Punisher that I’d shake hands with the devil himself to emerge victorious. Chronic Corpse Page is the devil himself. So, I made a deal. What are the specifics of this deal you may ask? Well, none of your gosh damn business you stupid marks! Page is still a trashball but he’s now my trashball that I can retrieve out of my rubbish bin when I need to. For him, he gets to add another champeen to his enterprise. A consistent one like me, since Vaughn is losing matches left, right, and center outside of WGWF. It’s a total win for both of us. Now, as for the number one contender for my belt, Atara Raven. *sighs* .. Atara, you will get your crack at it in due time. I am still injured from my match with Punisher, but know this, the match type I am allowed to decree thanks to CCPE will be so mind boggling it will actually affect what little bit you have between the ears. More on that at a later time.

The crowd is livid. They know good and well it was Page who handed her the win at WW8. Had it not been for him, Sonya would have absolutely gotten slaughtered in the final stage. They’re also calling BS on her so called injury as she hasn’t displayed any.

SONYA BENSON: As for you, Punisher, outfoxing and outfighting you wasn’t enough for me. No no. I’m not done with you yet. There’s still one more nail that needs to be hammered into your coffin, and there’s no better time to do it than right now. Gentlemen…

She gestures up the ramp and a platoon of Greek style spartan fighters escort a person down to the ring who has a black cloth over them from head to toe, concealing their identity. Once inside the ring, a giddy Sonya wastes no time in removing the cloth, revealing it to be Mr. Money! He’s handcuffed and busted up pretty bad, bruised face and busted lips.

SONYA BENSON: Your mentor. Your manager. Your only friend. The only father figure you ever had. If you want him back, then get your sorry ass out here and give me the only thing you have left!

Big Pun storms down to the ring with no music or anything. He’s enraged and plows through a few of her Greek attire-clad hirelings but stops when she threatens to harm Mr. Money even more if he gets closer.

SONYA BENSON: You stay right there you sick son of a bitch! I told you I’d take everything from you, and I’ve done almost all of that. I took your title chances. I took your bid for the world title. I took your aspirations at WW8. I made sure Page took away your share of this company’s ownership. I could easily take away your career with one phone call to Page but I actually want to enjoy you suffering at the bottom of the card forever more. It’s a slow death for you that I’d relish! But tonight, I will take away the last thing you’re clinging onto. The thing you take so much pride in, perhaps more pride than anything else. Tonight, I will take your NAME away! That’s right, piece of shit, if you want Mr. Money back safe and sound, you must legally change your name from Punisher to whatever the hell you want, so long as it’s not Punisher anymore!

Punisher’s eyes go wide with both shock and fury as he listens to everything the bitch has to say. He looks over at Mr. Money. Then back at Sonya. The crowd is quiet wondering what he’ll do.

PUNISHER: Sonya, you think you’ve got one on me. Trying to blackmail me into giving you something in exchange for my mentor and the only man who cared about me. Be careful what you wish for Sonya. If you think having naming rights to Punisher is going to stop me from making your life a living hell, think again.

Sonya awaits his official answer with a DELICIOUSLY wicked grin on her face, totally ignoring his threats due to her new found arrogance regarding him.

PUNISHER: I value this man more than I do my own life and namesake. Have the damn name but just know this. It would be a real shame if the next time you saw me I screwed you out of that title that you cherish more than anything. What we have been through with each other is only the beginning of this war. I’m the God of War and soon enough you will find out just how far I will go.

He tosses the microphone and Mr. Money is released most unceremoniously via a Bitch Trigger to the back that sends him tumbling through the ropes and into the arms of Big Pun. Punisher appears to be ready to charge the ring and beat the fuck out of everyone for the unneeded parting blow, but Mr. Money, though battered and pummeled horribly, speaks some words of wisdom that aren't picked up by the camera. Seething, Pun relents in his plan to destroy all of them and escorts Mr. Money up the ramp.

SONYA BENSON: Oh, one more thing. I knew you’d lob those type of threats because I know you well, just like you know me well. Since I’m CCPE now, Mr. Page won’t let you get away with that sort of thing at the TV Title’s expense. You can try though, but it’ll be the worst decision you’ve ever made.

And with that, she leans into the ropes like a badass, attuning her arms to the top cable and flashing the sexiest, most sultry cocky grin as if nobody can touch her now.

TYLER CAGE: She’s done it, Cent! She’s officially taken everything from Punisher, including his name! The man has nothing!

CENTURION: He still has Mr. Money. That’s something. But you’re right. Everything the Punisher wanted out of WGWF has been cruelly taken from him by that evil vile bitch! His championship. His world title bid. His hopes. His dreams. His ownership in the company which means bye bye money flow from that vein. And now, his name is gone. This woman needs to be stopped. PLEASE! Someone! Anyone! Atara! Kim! Lexi! Somebody please STAHP this woman!

We now cut to commercials.

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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Your opening contest live on Monday Night Brawl is scheduled for one fall…





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… making his WGWF debut, SIRUS HAYNES!

The opening chords rip through the speakers. They continue for a few moments and as Glen begins singing, Sirus bursts out from the back. He bellows and raises both fists above his head while stomping down the ramp.

Sirus has entered the ring and stands in the center of the ring waiting for the match to start.

”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And his opponent…





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: About to make her way to the ring, making her return to Monday Night Brawl, EMILY SIMMS!

Lose Control by Poe the Passenger kicks up over the loudspeakers as the arena goes dark. A second later a series of red and blue pyro explodes and the lights come back up and we see one Emily Simms standing at the top of the ramp bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet. She’s clad in a pair of blue booty shorts with a red and blue crop top that bears the Pepsi logo next to the words “Emily Simms”. Her long blond hair is pulled back into a high ponytail with a red and blue ribbon tied in a neat little bow.

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Emily and Sirus circle the ring feeling each other out but the crowd is definitely on Emily’s side who may be much smaller and lighter than Sirus but is not one to be underestimated. She is smart enough to not go for the elbow and collar tie up and sweeps her leg to kick Sirus’s leg and quickly ducking to stay out of his grasp. At the second attempt she lands her kick to the side of the knee which buckles the knee shortly. Maybe a bit too confident she goes for a third kick but this time it was caught by Sirus who pulls up her leg holding on tightly and pulling her in for a clothesline which Emily narrowly escapes. Sirus turns around quickly and got a hold on Emily, tossing her clear across the ring with a belly to belly suplex.

CENTURION: The crowd is not too happy with that move.. They love Emily!

TYLER CAGE: I didn’t like it either, that was nasty!

The crowd showed their displeasure as Sirus has a sick smirk on his face for the joy he felt in throwing her around. As he goes towards Emily who had gotten to her feet already she lands a low drop kick on Sirus kicking both of his knees and he falls to his knees in the middle of the ring. Emily takes advantage to the delight of the crowd, and connects with a running knee to the jaw of Sirus who is stunned for only a moment before getting to his feet again.

CENTURION: That will not be enough to hold down Sirus.

With his much longer legs he kicks her in the gut and the crowd boos for his actions as Emily doubles over in pain. He immediately grabs her to set her up for a powerbomb but she counters midway into the move and turns it into a headscissors takedown avoiding disaster as a powerbomb would have done some serious damage. She goes for a barrage of kicks and almost all of them are blocked by an advancing Sirus he gets her into the corner and lands a right handed haymaker which makes Emily slump into the corner to the displeasure of the crowd. Sirus takes a few steps back to the other corner before running in and landing a stinger splash on Emily who falls to the mat. He goes for the cover..

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Kick-out!

The crowd cheers loudly and a “Let’s go Emily” chant starts.

TYLER CAGE: Sirus needs to be careful the ref does not end the match right here..

Sirus goes to argue with the referee for the count being too slow to his liking.. Shouting and verbally and physically pushing the ref into the corner and as he does so Emily gets time to recover. She gets to her feet slowly but the crowd is cheering as Sirus turned around to find her glaring at him with determination clear to see in her eyes. She charges at Sirus with a Lou Thesz Press but the man was able to prevent falling to the ground and had an evil smirk on his face as he held on to throw her with another belly to belly suplex but instead got a knee to the gut and as he drops her Emily connects with the Soda Pop.. Instead of going for the cover she runs to the corner and immediately jumps with a frog splash. Then goes for the cover..

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Kick out by Sirus is only a moment too late and the bell is rung

CENTURION: Sirus was just a fraction too late!! He got distracted and it cost him!

TYLER CAGE: Against all odds.. She did it!!!

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WINNER VIA PINFALL: EMILY SIMMS
Match Time: 6:45

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Emily escapes out to the floor followed closely by the referee who raises her arm in the air! Sirus recovers as he glares at Emily with a death stare as she celebrates the victory.


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A pair of mid-calf black Doc Marten boots standing amidst verdant ornamental grasses and multicolored flowers, all illuminated by an artificial light source, dominates the frame.


Our POV rises to take in white tube socks stretching up over toned calves, about four inches of exposed tanned flesh disappearing beneath baggy dark blue calf-length Dickies shorts, up to a thick, cut torso, muscular arms, and large pecs contained by a skin-tight black T-shirt, culminating in a face hidden behind a dark blue bandana, hanging long blonde hair and clouded over intense icy blue eyes.


Jim. Fucking. Caedus.


He tugs the bandana down revealing his handsome visage complete with blonde mustache and beard stabbing down from his chin to a devilish point; not to speak, however, for in his left hand- which lifts to his lips -his fingers are pinching a banana wrap blunt, genetic dark purple peeking out from the open end. His right-hand raises a black Bic, thumb striking to light the instrument of head change.


Jim takes a long drag...holds it, as tendrils of smoke waft upwards...then exhales in "our faces", coughing slightly, before letting loose his smokey, panty-dropper deep bass voice–



JIM CAEDUS: "It's been a year 'n two months since- The hell?" A honeybee buzzes in too close for comfort, zeroing in on his face. He dodges and swipes at it, missing the first several attempts and backing away in the process, before managing to smack it out of the air. He recovers for the camera, taking another hit off the blunt and exhaling. "It's been a year 'n two months since this dick 'n--" He grabs a handful of his legendary bulge. "--THIS dick vanished from the business followin' XWF's Fire & Ice pay per- FUCK!!"



Two more honeybees- No, THREE -now buzz into frame straight at Jim. He swats away as they expertly dodge and refuse to let up.



JIM CAEDUS: "The SHIT, maaaaaan!? Fuck off!! Fuck these assholes doin' awake at NIGHT!?"



Dodging desperately, Jim keeps attempting to knock the intruders away.



CAMERAMAN: "The lights may have woken them up. They're also attracted to sweet smells like your banana wrap, marijuana and that gallon of Drakkar you must've bathed in. Oh and they hate dark colors like your clothes and probably think you're a bear after their honey-"


JIM CAEDUS: "Easy, Nat Geo, I get it! Fuck OFF you furry fuckin' pollen hookers!!"



Several more bees appear and they all start to swarm. Apparently the first bee farted out some 'help me' pheromones upon being struck down like Obi Wan. Jim is now waving both arms spastically.



JIM CAEDUS: "Jesus CHRIST! Oh FUCK THIS!!" He takes off with surprising speed, the bees in hot pursuit. As the camera zooms out to follow, we see this patch of garden belongs to the Velvet Rabbit and Jim's destination is the CCPE Arena not far off. "I'M DOIN' AN IN-RING INSTEAD!!"



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Much like the lucky (Or is it unlucky? When they retire, they sure seem to bitch about it alot) pornstar pussy center circle in a bukkake getting peppered with white, the moment Jim jogs out- chest heaving from his run to the arena -through the curtains, he's immediately assaulted with BOOOOOOOs, 'FUCK YOU's and a liberal serving of hurled objects such as the typical half-full bottle of water, wadded up programs and even tall cans of Bud Light. He catches an unopened 16 oz like the pimp he is, nods a thank you to the pissed off and wasteful prick who threw it, pops it and slams it- Mmmmmm. Beer. -as he makes his way down to the ring while his entrance video plays on.


Upon entering said ring, as the music fades out, he raises the mic he'd been handed at Gorilla Position…



JIM CAEDUS: "Wow. What a buncha assholes." The fans erupt further, Jim shouts over them– "Except you who threw the can I caught. I've eaten nothin' all day so I'm actually feelin' a slight buzz. Thank you, idiot." Jim smirks spitefully as the booing impossibly intensifies. He waits until it subsides a bit. "Speakin' 'a buzzin', to continue what I was tryna say before those why-t-f-are-you-awake-at-night bees found it prudent t'tryta peg every square inch 'a my exposed flesh... It's been a year 'n two months since this cervix stabbin' sumbitch s'been seen in this business and I know there's, gee, just SO many people out there who wanna know why- 'why, why God WHY didn't 'e jus' stay gone?', amirite? After all, for as many fans as I have I know there's plenty more who hate my guts; me bein' the stigma ladened long-winded infamous shit bag that I am. Veeeeeery happy to disappoint you."



HATERS: "FUCK JIM CAE-DUS!" *CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* "FUCK JIM CAE-DUS!" *CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* "FUCK JIM CAE-DUS!"


FANS: "FUCK YOU TOO!"


HATERS: "FUCK JIM CAE-DUS!"


FANS: "FUCK YOU TOO!"



As the battle amongst the arena denizens continues, Jim wipes away a figurative tear.



JIM CAEDUS: "That's my peoples right there. Love y'all." The chanting dies down. JIM CAEDUS: "Truth of it is, I have a few reasons for returnin' but there's just one that matters as far as the WGWF applies...and that reason is the man with whom I've historically been at odds...until recently...


It ain't no secret my life outside 'a the business s'been plagued by fucked up shit. Ain't no secret the combination 'as led me t'nearly take m'self out on multiple occasions. I used t'have a support system for that...but those few people've turned their backs on me. Since then, one man stepped in, kickin' aside our differences to pull me back from the brink of oblivion. One man who saw the potential in me t'finally earn and claim the redemption I SHOULD'VE over a year ago in the XWF.


One.


Man...


...who recognized Jim Caedus as the perfect addition to the already staggeringly talented and intimidating ranks of 'is personal army...


Chronic.


Chris.


Page."



The CCPE mogul and WGWF owner name-drop evokes a massive mix of both positive and negative response from the fans.



JIM CAEDUS: "Fuck all 'a you booin' the man who's gained my loyalty. Chris Page gave me purpose again. Popped my broken head outta my ass and reminded me now is not the time to give up. Now is the time to fight.


I'm not only here t'work my way back up t'the pinnacle, not only here t'snatch success and gold...I'm here t'represent CCPE- my NEW family -as the weapon 'a mass destruction that I am. Whether in the WGWF or elsewhere, I've got the backs 'a my new brothers and sisters...and all Chris Page need do at this point is aim Jim Caedus at the enemy...and shoot. I'm here...


TO.


KILL."



With that, Jim drops the mic and pulls his bandana back up over his face. His music hits the speakers as he vacates the ring through the ropes and makes his way back up the ramp- dodging and swatting the objects thrown his way -sparing one final glare to the fans around the venue, his arms raised, before walking through the curtain.


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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first…





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Making his way to ring, he is 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.

Samuel remained squatted down until after the pause in the bass and stood up and spun around and jumped in the air but landed as if mocking the audience and waves them off. He walks down the ramp with a scowl on his face and heads for the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and folds his arms while swaying his shoulders back and forth with the beat before sitting on the turnbuckle and extending his hand for a microphone. The arena remains dark with the singular spotlight on him. The music dies down, and Samuel smirks as he mockingy laughs into the mic imitating the fans.

”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: His opponent…





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: About to make her way to the ring, BROOKE BLAKELY!

The arena is illuminated in a few red, white, and blue lights as "Atta Girl" by Lainey Wilson plays, Brooke Blakely walks out being accompanied by her girlfriend and valet, Miss Moskowitz. Brooke slaps fans hands as she slides in the ring, the six foot Miss Moskowitz walks up the steps and enters the ring. Brooke hands Miss Moskowitz her jacket and awaits her opponent.


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The bell has rang as we see both Brooke and Samuel circle each other, keeping their focus locked upon each other before locking arms. The bigger and stronger Chatman pushes Brooke into the ropes for an Irish Whip, setting her up for a clothesline. But Brooke manages to duck it, grabs him by the arm and uses her own momentum in her advantage and jumps up to wrap her arms around his other arm as this causes Chatman to lose balance and drop backwards into a pinning position

One!
Two!

Kickout!

CENTURION: That was a nice counter from Brooke

Both get to their feet at the same time, Brooke jumps over Chatman as he charges towards her. She drops down on her back, lifts her legs upwards to kick Chatman into his chest as he comes off the ropes. But Chatman has got that move scouted, grabs both legs and lifts her body off the canvas and into the air to drop her face first onto the canvas behind him.

TYLER CAGE: That was one move that will cause your oxygen to leave your body in one swift way!!!

Chatman gets to his feet, runs the ropes and executes a Springboard Moonsault and comes crshing down on the back of Brooke before rolling her over on her back and goes for the cover

One!
Two!

Kickout!!!

Chatman gets to his feet, senses that Brooke is suffering from her painful back as he believes that victory is near. Setting Brooke for his patented Game Hunting as he lifts her over on his shoulders before setting her up to be dropped down on the canvas. Only to have Brooke to somehow manage to slip from his grip, alter her body to move in position to hit.

CENTURION: DDT!!!!!

Brooke has managed to wrap her arm around the head of Chatman and the impact of the setup that Chatman used on her that she uses against himself causes him to fall face first onto the canvas before bouncing out of her reach and rolls to the outside.

TYLER CAGE: What a bad break for Brooke, she could have gotten the win if she were able to cover him!!!

We see Chatman on the outside, seemingly unconscious as Brooke is slowly stirring while the official is using the ten count on Samuel Chatman. Brooke is slowly rising to her feet and eventually steps through the ropes as that causes the ten count to be broken and started all over again. There she grabs Chatman by the head, tries to lift him up to his feet before trying to roll him back into the ring. Only to have Chatman push her spine first into the steel ring post

CENTURION: Good Grief!!!

We see the grimace of pain on the face of Brooke as Chatman immediately rolls her back in the ring before getting on the ring apron. There he measures Brooke before jumping on the top rope for a Spring Board Swanton bomb as he goes for the cover

One!
Two!
Thre…

But Brooke manages to get her shoulder off the canvas at the final moment, leaving Chatman stare at the official with a questionable look on his face whether it was a three count or not.

TYLER CAGE: Sorry mate, but you got to do better to beat this lady!!!

And this is what Chatman is realizing, quickly getting to his feet and locks Brooke for his finishing move.

CENTURION: Wolfsbane coming up!!!

Chatman lifts Brooke up to her feet with her head between his legs, setting her up for his Powerbomb as he lifts her up in the air. There we see Brooke managing to wrap her legs around his head as we see Chatman prepare her to be dropped on her back on the mat. She fall backwards, uses her massive leg strength to force Chatman forward as his own momentum is used against him in a Hurricanrana. We see Chatman’s head come awkwardly in contact with the canvas as now both wrestlers are flattened on the canvas as the official is starting to use the ten count on either of them

One!
Two!
Three!!!

We see Brooke slowly start to stir as she pushes her left shoulder off the canvas as she reaches for the ropes near to her.

Four!!
Five!!
Six!!!

Brooke is now slowly pulling herself up to her feet while Chatman is still seemingly unconscious. Brooke is on her feet, notices the predicament of Chatman as she jumps on the top turnbuckles as fast as her body allows her to do. Measuring Chatman before spinning around and jumps off the ropes for a Moonsault, only to have Chatman roll out of the way.

TYLER CAGE: That’s going to be a case of crash and burn!! NO!!!!

Brooke manages to see this happening in mid air as she succeeds in landing on her feet, in the process we see Chatman back to his feet and attacks Brooke. But Brooke manages to avoid it by ducking and follows it up with a Pele Kick that staggers Chatman into the turnbuckles. Brooke kips up and charges in on Chatman, jumps on the middle rope on the right of him, connects with a kick to the face before grabbing him by the head and sets him up for a Bulldog Headlock as she charges to the middle of the ring. There she connects with the move as she slowly manages to roll Chatman over on his back for the cover

One!
Two!
Thre…

CENTURION: That was a bad break for Brooke!!!

TYLER CAGE: It took her too long to roll him over on his back!!!

Brooke can be seen on her knees with her hands on her hips, breathing heavily while considering what move she would be doing next in order to put Chatman away. She quickly gets up and pulls him up to his feet, setting him up for a Suplex but only to have Chatman block it and roll her up for a small package as he uses all of his weight to keep her down

One!
Two!!
Thre…

Brooke manages to kick out at the final moment, leaving Chatman puzzled on what to do next. He starts to wipe the sweat from hi face while looking around the ring in order to get an idea for what to do next. He grabs the legs of Brooke and sets her up for a Boston Crab in the middle of the ring as he sits down deep on her lower back as the official is checking in on Brooke on whether she wants to give up.

CENTURION: Will Brooke be able to get out of this hold???

Brooke extends her arm towards the bottom rope, but is too far away as she places both of her hands on the canvas and tries to crawl over towards the ring ropes. We see the crowd get behind her, trying to push her towards the ropes with their cheers. We see Brooke push her upper body off the canvas and drags her further towards the ropes, but screams out in agony as we see Chatman sit down even deeper. This causes Brooke to lift herself up from the canvas with a painful look on her face and crawls over towards the ropes and nearly passes out before grabbing the bottom rope before dropping her head in agonizing pain. The official then warns Chatman to relinquish the hold that he has on Brooke, reluctantly letting go as he turns around and grabs the legs once more. He drags her to the middle of the ring, setting her up for a Figure Four Leglock, but Brooke manages to grab him by the head and rolls him up for a small package

One!
Two!
Thre…

Chatman manages to kick out at the final moment, he gets up to his feet first as he charges into the ropes and goes for a flying cross body block upon Brooke. But Brooke counters by jumping upwards and executes a standing dropkick that sends Chatman crashing in the middle of the ring. The impact of the blow causes Brooke to grab her left leg in pain, feeling her left leg that came closest in contact with Chatman’s body. She slowly covers Chatman by draping her arm across his chest as the official goes for another three count

One!
Two!
The…

Chatman gets his shoulder off the canvas, both wrestlers are breathing heavily as either of them have had several near falls on each other and some heavy blows to the opponent's anatomy. Chatman drags himself slowly towards the turnbuckles and pulls himself up against the ropes with his back against the turnbuckles and his head against the top turnbuckle while constantly staring towards his opponent. Blakely rushes in where Chatman throws up a boot to the face, Blakely catches Chatman’s boot and brings him out from the corner with a dragon screw leg whip! Blakely rolls out to the apron and gets to her feet where she scales up to the top turnbuckle, Blakely sizes up Chatman before setting sail with her 630 Splash crashing down on top of Chatman! Brooke Blakely makes the cover hooking the inside leg!

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2!!


3!!

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WINNER VIA PINFALL: BROOKE BLAKELY
Match time: 12:34

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Brooke gets to her knees as the referee raises her arm in victory.

CENTURION: Impressive victory for Brooke Blakely tonight on Brawl over a game Samuel Chatman.

Brooke celebrates the hard-fought victory.

TYLER CAGE: They both brought it tonight on the Brawl after WrestleWars, and I have to say I’d love to see it again sometime very soon.


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As we return from commercial, the camera focuses on the stage as the lights dim and “Limits” by Bad Omens begins to play over the P.A. The guitar and drums play distant and muffled as white lights flash like sparks around the floor, before a tom hit and pause bring the lights flashing up in bright white. A name appears on the tron: “The Rascal King” Jonathan Bacchus. The crowd gives an appreciative pop as the curtains open and the man of the hour saunters out onto the stage, his red dyed hair hanging down over the white Thalia mask.

CENTURION: Well if there’s one thing we can give him – the kid knows how to make an entrance.

TYLER CAGE: And knows how to make himself heard. Only two weeks back into the business, and this guy’s been talking a lot of shit.

CENTURION: Not even a week removed from his debut at WrestleWars 8, Bacchus took to Twitter to publicly drag the Arcadia event. And hell, Tyler, I was one of many who called him out on it. But over his short but decorated career, few would call Jonathan Bacchus anything less than opinionated.

TYLER CAGE: More like cocky. Got a lotta balls or very little brains to step to the Kingdom as his first act in WGWF.

CENTURION: No doubt the self-proclaimed Rascal King saw Fred Debonair’s mocking video on WGWF Dark – now the question is what does he have to say?

On the ramp, Bacchus removes the Thalia mask and flicks it casually over his shoulder into the crowd.

”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Making his way to the ring, from Oakland, California… he is “The Rascal King” – JONATHAN! BACCHUS!

At the base of the ring, Bacchus turns to the stairs and climbs them to the turnbuckle. With a single clean vault, he launches himself over the top rope and turns to land on the middle rope inside the ring, his peacoat seeming not to hamper his movement. As his theme song explodes into the chorus, he throws his head back and arms out, the lights flashing bright white and the audience roaring appreciatively! A smile creeps over his face as he looks down at them, and he takes a moment to blow a few kisses to nobody in particular. After hopping down to the ring, he crosses to Harvey Marx – the two exchange a tight, warm hug. As they draw, Johnny playfully punches Harvey in the shoulder and tussles invisible hair on his head before accepting a microphone from the Big Ticket. When the music fades and the crowd silences, he raises it to his lips.

JONATHAN BACCHUS: My name… is Jonathan Bacchus. And I am not supposed to be here. I entered this industry two years ago on a literal accident – I was seen as someone who’d take a few licks the hard way, tuck his tail between his legs, and go back to the college couch I came from. And when I didn’t, I was expected to be the next big thing in a certain other company headquartered here in Vegas – the heart, soul, and moral compass of that company, in fact. That was until a man who once walked the halls of this company – a man by the name of Daniel Fehl – felt so insulted and intimidated by a 23-year-old kid who wasn’t supposed to be here that he fought tooth and nail to drive me out of that company and this business. And if you’d asked anyone even a scant two months ago, they’d probably tell you he succeeded in that, as I haven’t had the privilege of wiping my feet on an apron in six months.

He pauses for a moment, looking out at the crowd. His expression is somber.

JONATHAN BACCHUS: But a funny thing happened on the way to the forum – that’s a Sondheim musical, Fred, you can grab a few lyrics from it next time you wanna try to ape me.

The melancholy is broken, if temporarily, by the twitch of his Cheshire Grin.

JONATHAN BACCHUS: You see, a man came to me in the night like Mephistopheles to Faust. That man was James Raven, and he had in his hand a contract…

Bacchus lowers his brow before pointing forward at an imagined figure.

JONATHAN BACCHUS: …And behind him, in the shadows, lurked Chris Page.

Bacchus raises his head, a wry smile crossing his lips.

JONATHAN BACCHUS: I didn’t come here to make a deal with the devil and sign my name in blood in CCPE’s tome. I’m not Virgil and victim on a vigil. I won’t even posit myself as Daniel in a lion’s den!

He gestures powerfully and deliberately with each line, the timbre of his voice growing with each proclamation before he stares straight ahead into the camera.

JONATHAN BACCHUS: But in ancient Rome, the punishment for patricide was known as the Penalty of the Sack – it involved a man being sewn into a leather sack alongside a dog, a rooster, a monkey … and a snake. Most men died before the sack hit the surface of the river it was thrown into.

He pauses, looking out at the crowd for a moment. Emotion is palpable on his face, his stare cold, long, and distant.

JONATHAN BACCHUS: But dying, like everything else, is an art – I do it exceptionally well. I’ve been sewn into the sack more than any living man should be able say standing face-to-face. Which begs the question… am I a wraith, or am I an escape artist?

The Cheshire grin spreads widely over his face.

JONATHAN BACCHUS: Then again, I’ve never told the truth, so I can never tell a lie. Pomp and circumstance aside, you’re probably wondering why I’m actually here, and what my actual designs are regarding one Monsieur Debonair. And the answer to that is simple –



Fred Debonair steps out onto the ramp dressed ready for the bar, not the ring. Jeans and a t-shirt swinging a microphone in hand, he’s chuckling and shaking his head as the music dies off quicker than it cued up. He’s wagging his finger at Johnny as he paces up and down on the stage…

FRED DEBONAIR: You know, one thing I’ve learned about you Jonathan is that whilst you ‘Paint a pretty little picture’, the truth of the matter is that ‘I’m calm’ when it comes to, whatever this is with us, that started at WrestleWars 8! Looking at you up there now, I’ve got to say this seems like it’s going to be a ‘Comedy Tonight’ but I’ll reserve judgment, because as ‘Impossible’ as it may be for some to understand, we are ‘Free’ to have those opinions… However I’d be careful for what it is you wish, Jonathan, lest you want the next one to be your ‘Funeral Sequence’.

Condescending Prick.

Fred stops pacing and just looks directly at Jonathan Bacchus in the ring, pointing straight at him before taking a stop-start and talking again.

FRED DEBONAIR: Now, I may not look the type to read Shevelove and Gelbart or watch and listen to Sondheim but I can assure you, I do… My favorite is actually Sweeny Todd. And usually I’d let such a mundane and tedious comment pass me by but I’m afraid right now you’ve actually gone and rattled my skeletal framework. But you know Johnny we can get into this another day because I am honestly intrigued as to the “real reason” you’re out here tonight, so I wanted a front row seat…

Fred walks to the side of the stage and comes back carrying a steel chair, which he flips open with one hand and plants on the floor, sitting on it and folding his arms. Jonathan smiles at him before calmly sitting down cross-legged on the mat before him, planting his elbows on his knees. He grins widely before giving a laugh.

JONATHAN BACCHUS: That’s just it, Freddy Boy. There isn’t a real reason.

He leans forward, craning his neck to look up at Fred. His voice drops low and impish.

JONATHAN BACCHUS: I’m here to steal the stars from your eyes. As a treat. I’d like to examine the Kingdom’s minarets up close to see if all that glitters is gold or gilded.

The tone shifts, still low but powerful and confident.

JONATHAN BACCHUS: So tell me your answer – because you may be a lover, but you don’t seem to be a dancer.

Fred lets out a laugh, he laughs quite heavily and leans back almost falling off the chair which prompts him to jump up as the crowd laugh at him now… He clears his throat and takes to the mic again…

FRED DEBONAIR: Oh Johnny, Johnny, Johnny… You know I’m coming down fast, but I’m miles above you! Anything you can do, I can do better hoss… But sure being as you’re such an avid fan of watching live action entertainment how about you come down to ringside later as my special guest in my match against my mystery opponent? You never know you may get a few pointers… What do you say?

Bacchus’s smile is now small and wry once more. He stands up and walks to the ropes before him, looking up the ramp at Fred, resting on them lazily with his forearms.

JONATHAN BACCHUS: No take backs.

Bacchus drops the microphone as “Limits” hits the P.A. He steps back, not turning from Fred – the latter offers some taunts not picked up by the microphones. Bacchus lazily rolls back on the ropes, landing feet-first on the floor in a cool display of grace.

CENTURION: Well this will be interesting, Tyler – Fred Debonair’s invited Jonathan Bacchus to be front row alongside us tonight during his match against an unknown opponent.

TYLER CAGE: Oh I can’t wait, I tell you. What a great time that’ll be sharing our audio with him.

CENTURION: And what of this mystery opponent? Could this backfire for the Kingdom?

TYLER CAGE: Oh please – the only thing backfiring is this punk Bacchus biting off more than he can chew. He’s gonna see that firsthand.

Bacchus leaps onto the barricade like a cat, and looks back to Fred at the top of the ramp. – he and Fred exchange smug smiles before Bacchus gives a sarcastic salute and jumps down into the crowd. He blends in effortlessly, disappearing as though he were a Cheshire Cat.

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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… Currently in the ring, MILK MASON!!

Milk throws a right arm up in the air to a mild pop from the crowd.

”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And his opponent…





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Representing CCPE, she Is KIM PAIN!

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.

Announcer : 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.

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The bell sounds as Milk Mason plays to the crowd garnering a massive ovation only to have the crowd silenced with a massive bitch slap across the face of Mason! She follows up with a Belly to Belly Suplex driving Mason down into the mat. Kim rolls Mason over to his stomach and starts rubbing his face across the mat garnering louder boos from the crowd.

CENTURION: Kim Pain isn’t wasting a lot of time in taking it to Milk!

TYLER CAGE: She’s not getting paid by the hour.

Kim gets back to her feet picks Milk up and shoots him into a neutral corner. Kim charges in after Mason who throws a reverse elbow to the jaw that staggers Kim backward while giving the crowd a pop. Kim staggers backward allowing Milk to climb up onto the second turnbuckle where he measures Kimberly, and as Pain starts getting to her feet it’s Milk Mason coming off the middle rope with a shotgun-style dropkick! Pain catches the legs of Milk and drives him down into the canvass where Pain immediately turns Milk over into a Boston Crab! Milk screams out in pain as the referee slides into position.

The referee starts asking Milk Mason to surrender, he refuses and is close enough to grab ahold of the bottom rope causing the hold to be broken by the referee who calls for the break.

TYLER CAGE: Milk Mason is getting owned by Kimberly Pain.

CENTURION: This doesn’t look like it’s going to end well if your name is Milk.

Kim releases the hold and gets to her feet where she pulls Milk Mason up and rocks him with a European Uppercut sending Mason back into the ropes. Pain comes forward shooting Milk across the ring with an Irish Whip, Mason bounces off the farside as Kim ducks her head looking for a back body drop that Milk Mason counters with a DDT! The Las Vegas crowd erupts as Milk Mason looks for the impossible with a cover on Pain!

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Kim fires a shoulder up off the mat to a gasp from the crowd. CCPE Arena starts chanting “MILK! MILK! MILK!” in unison while we see Milk Mason start negotiating his way back to his feet. Mason feels the crowd as he picks Kim up off the mat and drives her back into a neutral corner. Milk unloads with several standing reverse elbows before he looks to shoot Kim across the ring and into the opposite buckles! Kim reverses and it’s Milk who is sent into the buckles! Kim charges across the ring delivering a devastating Handsrping Elbow to Milk Mason who staggers out of the corner and does a perfect Ric Flair faceplant down into the mat. Kim Pain steps through the ropes and starts scaling the turnbuckles.

TYLER CAGE: Pain is going up top!

She reaches the top turnbuckle where she sets sail with a Swanton Bomb crashing down across the sternum of Mason! Kim makes the lateral press with a hook of the leg.

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Milk escapes with a kick-out to a massive ovation but that ovation immediately pivots to boos as Kim transitions the kick-out attempt into her DRAGON SLEEPER!

CENTURION: RIDDLE ME THIS!

The referee is in prime position asking Milk to surrender! Milk Mason tries to fight his way free but is forced to tap out or pass out!


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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: KIMBERLY PAIN
Match Time: 5:12

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We cut to a view inside a dim lit room where the first thing that is noticeable is porcelain dolls on a shelf. Lexi Gold comes walking into the frame, stands in front of it, and grabs a doll, then carries it with her in her arms as she takes a seat on a rocking chair in the corner of the room while her eyes look down at the doll, looking down at it.

Lexi Gold: “It's been a crazy few months for me, but I want you to know that after everything I've experienced, I'm feeling much better now and things finally seem normal.

You along with the rest of the dolls are like my own children, but it is a relief to know that I didn't become the personal doll of Goth.”

She sighs with relief and smiles to herself.

Lexi Gold: “I don't even want to imagine the things he would've made me do. Thankfully, he won't be bothering us any time soon. What was that?” She places the doll next to her ear and nods. Lexi Gold: “Aw, you are pretty proud of me? Well I am too. Goth was probably the toughest son of a bitch to battle it out with, but I took out the monster and scored a victory. I don't know what's next for me, but I can't wait to return to that ring again and do it all over again. For now, though, I got a special surprise for you.”

She gets up out of her chair, and walks toward one of the dressers, then pulls out something inside of it that was unnoticeable and returns to her seat where she places a mask that resembles the doll's face she was cradling in her arms and places it over her own, then starts humming some nursery rhymes as the scene cuts.


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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Your next contest is scheduled for one fall… introducing first…





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Representing CCPE, he is “THE KINGDOM” FRED DEBONAIR!

The arena lights go black and the video begins to play. Once the lyrics start, Fred Debonair steps out through the curtains and stands on the ramp as the place erupts into a chorus of boos and jeers.

Fred closes his eyes, soaking up the hate as he puts his hands out and wiggles his fingers in a motion signifying he wants the crowd to keep it up. Laughing he makes his day down to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope.

Fred stands and hops up onto the turnbuckle, raising his arms, once again feeling the heated hate billowing from the crowd, he flips them off and drops onto the canvas as his music fades and the lights return to normal…

”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: His opponent…





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: About to make his MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL debut, he is “EVERYONE’S NIGHTMARE”, CODING RHODES!

CCPE Arena loses its shit as all eyes shift toward the top of the ramp where CODING RHODES emerges up from under the stage through a cloud of thick, white smoke. Coding stands at the top of the ramp with his eyes etched on Fred Debonair. The crowd roars as Rhodes starts to make the walk toward the ring, removing his ring jacket on the way. Coding climbs up on the apron and steps into the ring as Fred looks anything but amused.

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CCPE Arena erupts with a “CODING! CODING! CODING!” chant directed toward the ring as an irate Fred Debonair spouts off at the referee.

CENTURION: Fred doesn’t appear to be too happy about this booking.

TYLER CAGE: Can you blame him? He’s a world-class athlete getting stuck in the ring with a scrub.

Fred starts spouting off a Coding Rhodes as they start to circle each other in the ring…





TYLER CAGE: Wait a minute!

The crowd explodes as Johnny Bacchus saunters out to the top of the ramp! Fred cuts his eyes to the top of the ramp as Johnny starts making his way down the ramp. In the ring Coding Rhodes comes up from behind with a School Boy!

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Fred escapes with a kick-out!

CENTURION: Fred better pay attention to what’s going on in the ring because Rhodes almost snuck one out.

Fred and Rhodes pop back to their feet with Fred swinging wildly with a lariat. Coding Rhodes ducks and when Fred sping back around he’s peppered in the jaw with a series of right and left jabs before being drilled with a Bionic Elbow taking Debonair down! Coding drops down making another cover.

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TYLER CAGE: It looks like Bacchus is joining us on commentary.

Johnny reaches ringside and starts walking around the ring as both Rhodes and Debonair are both back to their feet with Rhodes snapping Fred over with a sideheadlock takeover forcing Fred’s shoulders to the mat.

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Fred counters out of the pin with a headscissors as Johnny reaches the commentary table and takes a seat next to Centurion.

CENTURION: Mr. Bacchus, what do we owe this visit?

JONATHAN BACCHUS: Oh, I was just in the neighborhood.

TYLER CAGE: Just letting Fred know you’re still around, eh?

Coding Rhodes manages to flip over Fred stacking The Kingdoms shoulders to the mat.

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Fred bridges up and out from the pin attempt and turns it into a backslide to Rhodes.

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JONATHAN BACCHUS: Cute.

TYLER CAGE: Do my spidy senses detect a hint of sarcasm?

Rhodes and Debonair are back to their feet with Rhodes charging with a big boot attempt, Fred side steps and when Coding spins around he walks into a reverse atomic drop that is followed by Fred who runs toward the ropes and springboards off with a flying reverse elbow that’s on target taking Coding Rhodes down to the mat. Fred pivots his attention to the announce table upon getting to his feet where he points and starts talking smack to Bacchus on commentary.

JONATHAN BACCHUS: Don’t look at me – you’re the one who almost lost to a roll-up earlier.

CENTURION: It’s funny because it’s true.

TYLER CAGE: Stop encouraging him.

Fred turns his attention back toward Coding Rhodes who is starting to get to one knee. Fred comes forward with a boot to the face knocking Rhodes back down to the mat. Fred jumps into a mount position and starts hammering down with a flurry of right hands! The crowd erupts into boos as Fred hammers down with piston-like right hands,

JONATHAN BACCHUS: Now he’s just showing off.

Fred steps back up to his feet listening to the crowd boo intently with a smile on his face. Fred reaches down picking Coding up off the mat where he rocks him with a series of right hands before taking him back into the ropes, Fred shoots Coding Rhodes across the ring with an Irish Whip, Coding Rhodes bounces off the far side ducking under a Fred lariat, Coding Rhodes springboards off the middle rope blasting Fred with a Disaster Kick that’s right on the money! The crowd erupts as Coding Rhodes makes a cover hooking the inside leg.

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Fred escapes to a gasp from the crowd.

TYLER CAGE: Fred’s in trouble!

JONATHAN BACCHUS: Well it’s better than a school boy.

Coding Rhodes gets back to a vertical base and fires up the crowd. Fred starts to stir and work his way back up to his feet where Rhodes starts peppering him again with a series of right and left jabs before booting Fred in the gut which doubles him over for Rhodes to drop to his back and throw up a right hand decking Fred in the jaw!

Rhodes pops back up to his feet where he looks for a Superkick!

Fred catches the foot of Rhodes and spins him around in a complete circle and catches Rhodes with the ENIGMA DIVIDE! Fred gets to both knees and wipes his hands together before making a cover while looking directly at Bacchus.

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WINNER VIA PINFALL: FRED DEBONAIR
Match time: 6:43

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Fred has his arm raised in victory as Johnny Bacchus stands up from the commentary table and gives Fred a light “golf-clap” while Fred continues to have words for Bacchus.



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The buzz inside the CCPE arena grows as the tron turns to TV static before giving way to a familiar VHS format.

Centurion: No. Effing. Way.

Tyler Cage: I think we have our answer! We’ve seen the videos the past few weeks, the messages online. BADMON is here!

Crowd: BAAAADMONNNN! BAAAAADMONNNN! BAAAAADMONNNN!

The crowd goes apeshit and the camera transitions to a mob of masked men trailing a hoodie wearing Spencer Adams.

Centurion: Mr. Action Wrestling is here in WGWF! Spencer Adams is in the CCPE arena!

With No. 99 by Joey Bada$$ blasting through every twist and turn the group makes, Spencer bobs his head and hypes himself up, stopping to embrace fans waiting in food and merch lines along the way.

Tyler Cage: We heard the murmurs around free agency and I guess we have our answer!

Centurion: Jim Caedus, Johnny Bacchus, and now Spencer Adams! WGWF is attracting some big names lately!

The applause grows as Spencer pops through a section in the audience and marches down each tier of cement steps.

Tyler Cage: Somebody get this man a mic! You, over there! Spencer Adams has things to say!

Spencer stops at a part in the crowd that is quickly taken up by his group of supporters. He hops the barricade, but sits on top of it with his feet dangling over.

Centurion: This is HUGE, Cage!

Spencer nods and accepts as a ringside crew member extends a mic. The crowd pops hard as Spencer smirks and brings the mic up to his lips.

Spencer Adams: What’s my name? What’s my name?

He lifts the mic quickly above his head towards the crowd standing behind him.

Crowd: BADMON!

Spencer Adams: What’s my name? What’s my name?

He lifts the mic once more.

Crowd: BADMON!

Spencer Adams: I said, what’s my mother******’ name!?

Crowd: BADMON!

Tyler Cage: Tell’em!

Spencer Adams: DubGeeDubEff, can I talk my shit?

The crowd pops harder as Spencer’s smile grows and he resumes.

Spencer Adams: For those of you who know me and know my story, my being here probably comes as a bit of surprise. Then again, maybe not. See, for the past half decade, I worked dusk til dawn to turn my home..MY company..into something larger than life. I busted my ass to turn a wrestling company into THE wrestling company and it was a lot of you who helped me do it. It was ticket holders and TV viewers who gave me the seal of approval, who gave Spencer Adams his flowers.

The issue comes when the fan’s best interest and the company’s best interest don’t align. The ISSUE comes when the same company that you spent all those sleepless nights on throws you aside in favor of hand picked talent, talent that can be shilled out to do just that little bit more to further ownership’s motives. Spencer Adams was cast aside, because Spencer Adams was a real person backed by real people and that doesn’t gel with CEOs. Not then and after tonight, I’d venture to say it doesn’t now, either.

Centurion: Not sure where this one’s going.

Spencer Adams: I hope you’ve enjoyed the tapes, Chris. Honestly, all credit due to these men and women standing behind me now. It was each and every one of them who came to ME and told ME that I deserved more than to be the representative of a company that didn’t want to represent me. It’s a lesson that a lot of folks in the back here could stand to learn a thing or two from.

In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m not here for Chris Page. Hell, I like you Raven, but I’m not here for you either. I’m here because of the group behind me and everyone in this arena that’s just like them, the names and faces that you might not know or remember personally, but who make this whole thing tick. I’m here..because a lot of that same corruption I’ve spent the last year and a half trying to shoo away and bat off is here in WGWF and this company has it in spades.

So…here’s how this is going to work. I know that for the past several minutes, one of you has been in the back scrambling to draw up the contract and trust me, I appreciate the succ. However, you should know that it won’t get signed. Not tonight, not the next show, or the show after that. Feel free to take the contract, say your teary-eyed farewells, and turn that shit into shredder confetti. Spencer Adams is here to stay, but not on your terms. I’m here on OURS. Spencer Adams doesn’t act as someone obliged by your payroll. I’m going to show up every single night you go on air, I’m going to pop your ratings and quadruple your sales, and I’m going to win everything there is to win here. WGWF, your future starts now.

Tyler Cage: Damn..

Spencer hoists the mic up once more as No. 99 plays out once more and the crowd continues to chant.

Crowd: BAAAADMON! BAAAAADMON! BAAAAADMON! BAAAADMONNNN! BAAAAADMONNNN!

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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Your Main Event is scheduled for one fall, and is a Triple Threat Match to determine the Number One Contender for the WGWF Intercontinental Championship!





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, AXEL SHAW!!

With the crowd buzzing awaiting it's next superstar to enter the WGWF wrestling ring to compete we can hear static followed by "Envy" hitting the sound system. Making his way from behind the black curtain stands Axel Shaw who will be featured in this next match. Walking out to the top of the steel ramp he pauses for a slight moment before throwing both of his arms out horizontally to his side well the pyros go off in front of him. Once the smoke has cleared the air he walks down the steel very slowly until he reaches the bottom of the ramp. Rolling in underneath the bottom rope he stands up in the middle of the ring before hitting his pose one more time.

”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: His opponent…





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Representing CCPE, he is GOTH!

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.

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.

”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And their opponent…





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: About to make his way to the ring, “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.

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As the bell rings Mike Mason and Goth turn on Axel Shaw and start beating him down together. Mason sends Shaw flying out of the ring and Goth follows him to the outside, grabbing Shaw and smashing him into the ring steps with a loud bang. The moment Goth gets back into the ring however Mason comes right at him and the two start trading blows and Mason manages to get Goth into the corner but that did not last long as Goth switches them around and immediately goes to pound down on Mason to the displeasure of the crowd.

CENTURION: The crowd has not forgiven Goth for what he did to our golden girl..

Goth shoots Mason across the ring, Mason reverses and it’s Goth who crashes into the buckles where he staggers out from the corner for Mason grabs a hold on Goth and slams him down to the mat with a modified chokeslam which is making him very popular for once with the crowd!

TYLER CAGE: Can we just point out I think CCPE arena likes Goth less than they like Mason, I just can’t believe Mike is getting some cheers.

Mason is drinking in the adoration but is getting a bit too cocky taking his eyes off Goth who recovers quickly. With a stiff kick to the gut he tries to go for the Goth drop but it is blocked by Mason who grabs Goth for a spinebuster slamming him back first into the mat and goes for the cover.

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[/i]Shaw jumps into the mix and pushes Mason off Goth.[/i]

CENTURION: Shaw is back into the game.

Shaw takes Mason and Goth and drive their heads together with a double coconut sending Mason spilling to the outside. Axel locks a back waist lock and snaps off a German Suplex with a bridge on Goth!

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Goth escapes with a kick out. Shaw pops back up to his feet where he reaches down picking Goth up and takes him back into the ropes. Goth is shot across the ring with an Irish Whip, Axel ducks his head looking for a back body drop only to find himself being spiked with a DDT! Goth rolls over Shaw making the cover.

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Mason breaks the cover with a chair shot across the back of Goth!

TYLER CAGE: NO DQ!

Goth rolls out to the floor leaving Mason who starts his own construction of Suplex City with Shaw as he grabs him and stalls him vertically up in the air before slamming Shaw down. Mason makes the cover.


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Kickout by Axel. Mason gets back to his feet where he backs up into a corner looking to drill Shaw with a running boot to the face, Goth reaches under the bottom ropes and yanks the legs out from under Mason! Goth then yanks Mason back into the ringpost junk first!

CENTURION: That can’t be good for Mason!

Goth slides back into the ring where he has his sights locked in on Axel who is starting to push himself up to his feet. He staggers backward before turning around where Goth scoops him up over his shoulder and looks for a Tombstone Piledriver! Shaw slides down the back of Goth and shoves him forward into the ropes, Goth bounces off the ropes and into a SPEAR from Shaw! Axel looks for the cover hooking the inside leg.

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Goth escapes with a kick out!

TYLER CAGE: Goth is one tough son of a bitch!

Axel works his way back to his feet where he sizes up Goth only to have Mason come up from behind and send Axel sailing over the top rope and out to the floor. Mason turns his attention toward Goth and looks for a running knee strike! As Goth gets to his feet he just manages to avoid getting hit by the running knee and as Mason turns around Goth is ready for him and scoops him up and with a body slam pins Mason to the mat. Mason gets to his feet quickly but is pulled into a short arm clothesline by Goth. He rolls through and locks in the Gothic Nightmare and lifts his hips off the mat. The bulldog choke is starting to take effect on Mason.

CENTURION: Mason has to power out somehow..

Right as Mason is turning a crazy shade of red Shaw slides back into the ring and jumps on Goth making him release the hold.

TYLER CAGE: Run Alex!!!

The murderous look from Goth seemingly made Shaw think twice for a moment before he runs in towards the two men and for the second time in this match they started working together as Goth delivers a thunderous clothesline on Shaw while Mason chop blocked him in the back of the knees and Shaw goes down to the mat again. Both men tried to get a pin on Shaw but that started another fight between Goth and Mason as they pulled each other out of the pin attempt, several times over.

CENTURION: Shaw is smart here to roll out of the ring as the two are distracted..

As the ref is looking out of the ring for a moment to see if Shaw was alright Mason took advantage and poked Goth in the eye before he shoulder tackles Goth out of the ring. Mason quickly goes out of the ring and grabs Shaw and connects with a running big boot on the outside and throws him back into the ring. immediately locks in the Muscle lock but before Shaw can tap out Goth has gotten back into the ring and to the surprise of everyone in attendance, he connects with a dropkick which releases the hold Mason has on Shaw and they both fall to the mat and Goth unleashes Gothic Fury on Mason.

CENTURION: My god.. Stop him ref!!

TYLER CAGE: Triple threat rules you know..

Goth doesn’t realize that Shaw is behind him and kicks him in the back with a low kick. Rolling off Mason he turns towards Shaw. The two start trading blows and Shaw has the advantage for a moment pushing Goth towards the corner with each blow but as he goes to sling Goth into the corner Goth reverses it and Shaw slams into Mason who grabs a hold of him throwing him into the corner with a belly to belly suplex. Mason and Goth look at each other for a moment before the brawl is on once more between the two of them trading haymakers with each other.

CENTURION: Shaw needs to stay out of this and pin the one that loses this brawl.

TYLER CAGE: Shaw jumps into the fray again!!

He does and dropkicks both men and that makes them stumble to the ropes but they bounce off the ropes and with a double shoulder tackle launch Shaw out of the ring. And the brawl is on once again.Shaw sizes up Goth and Mason who continue to trade right hands. Shaw explodes from the corner with another Spear attempt! Mason yanks Goth in the way who eats the spear! Shaw pops back up to his feet where he’s met with the SIMPLY MARVELOUS!

Mason is quickly into the cover hooking the inside leg.

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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP: “MARVELOUS” MIKE MASON
Match Time: 13:21

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Mason gets to his feet where his arm is raised in victory to boos from the crowd. Mason runs his hands across his chest signifying his quest for the IC Title is now underway.

CENTURION: What a battle between three of the toughest in the WGWF, but on this night it’s Mike Mason who has guaranteed himself a shot at the WGWF Intercontinental Championship.

Mason spouts off into the camera asking Cholo if he has his attention. Mason exits the ring and makes his way to the back.

TYLER CAGE: We are finally going to get Mike Mason and Giovanna Santana for the Intercontinental Championship. It’s not a matter of if, it’s now a matter of when.

Goth exits followed by Axel.

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“Lowrider” by Latin Alliance begins to play and the crowd turn their attention towards the entrance where Paco “The Drinking Time Bomb” emerges from, dressed in his usual khaki pants, sandals, yellow cut off tank top and red beanie hat. The crowd gives him a nice reaction, as while he may not be a permanent face here in WGWF, they know of him and of course, his relationship Cholo. He makes his way down the ramp, slapping as many fans’ hands as he possibly can and once he gets to the steel steps, he looks around to see if someone will offer him a beer and of course, there are plenty of offers. He grabs one from the nearest fan, toasts with a few of them and then heads inside the ring, drink in hand. Once inside, Harvey Marx happily hands him a microphone. Paco chugs the beer as the crowd chants along, and then tosses the cup aside once he is done and the crowd pops. His music dies down, and once the crowd settles, he addresses them.



PACO: HOLA MI GENTE EN LAS VEGAS!



The crowd cheers loudly.



PACO: Thank you for always showing this man love, and for always sharing your beers with me, really appreciate it… I know you are not used to seeing me here, but tonight is a very special night… and that is because I get to introduce to you, a man I am very proud of. A man who didn’t think he was cut out for this business and was always happy with being a trainer, and a doctor for wrestling superstars but one that never saw himself as one… But I did, and I’m not saying this to take credit, oh no.. I am here to say that sometimes you need someone else to see greatness in you before you see it for yourself… But once he decided to become a professional wrestler less than 2 years ago, he no longer needed to hear it from me because all of you out there told him how just great he was… and while his intentions were never to sign to just one promotion, looking back at it now, he has to agree that signing for WGWF was one of the best decision of his life if not the best one. In less than 6 months, in exactly 10 matches, he has won his first major championship… When I tell you that I love this man like a son, and that I am beyond proud of what he has accomplished, those words simply just don’t begin to translate it… But I know something that will, and that is your cheers… So Las Vegas, without further ado… let me introduce to you… your NEW Intercontinental Champion! “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA!



The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by J Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play and the crowd jumps to their feet and cheers probably the loudest they have ever cheered for anyone in this building or in WGWF….







Once the beat drops, out steps not "Cholo" but two rows of kids of different shapes and sizes and ethnic backgrounds… All are dressed differently but what makes them the same as they all have afro wigs on and replica intercontinental belts around their waist. There are probably about 40 of them, and as they make their way down the ramp, each line up at either side of the ramp all the way to the ring. Once they are all properly lined up, Giovanni Santana steps out front he back, looking as good as ever and flashing that million-dollar smile. Pyro goes off above him, coming down on him like golden curtains and he stretches his arms out to receive the golden showers, which clearly have taken him by surprise. There is no Mezcal cocktail tonight, but the Intercontinental championship is wrapped tightly around his waist and he pats it proudly with both hands. He stands there, soaking all the love from the fans in and then pats his chest, right where his heart is. After a few moments, he makes his way to the ring, slapping the hand of each of the kids standing in honor guard for him. Once he makes it to the ring area, he sees his uncle Paco, bawling his eyes out and Cholo tells him to stop it or he’s going to start as well. He jumps up on the apron and after wiping his shoes, he gets inside where he meets his uncle right away in the middle of the ring and embraces him in the warmest hug you have ever seen. Once they separate, Paco grabs him by his face and says words only the two of them can hear as the crowd is continuing to cheer. Cholo just nods and smiles and once Paco is done, he gives him one last hug, hands him the mic and then steps out of the ring where a fan promptly hands him another beer. Cholo’s music dies down but the fans cheers don’t; he looks around at all of them and puts his hands together in a praying gesture and thanks them again.Once they finally settles down, he speaks to them.



CHOLO: Mi gente, Cholo can’t thank you enough… You have been cheering for him from the moment you met him, way back when Cholo took part in that first fatal four way, the lesser known wrestler of all four competitors… yes even than Sonya Benson, to this very moment, right here, right now. Truly, thank you.



The crowd applauds this time, but then a “you deserve it!” chant gets started.



CHOLO: Before Cholo speaks on deserving anything, let not “Cholo” say thank you, but “I”, Giovanni Santana, to my Tio Paco right here… Gracias Tio… He’s been taking care of me for over twenty years, and I would not be here right now if it wasn’t for him so mi gente, please give it up.



The crowd cheers and then a “Thank you Paco!” chant gets started.



CHOLO: Next Cholo wants to thank all of these kids you see right here on the ramp, all lined up for Cholo… The afro wig was not Cholo’s idea, but the championship belts were… You see, the weekend before the big pay-per-view, Cholo spent time with these kids, who all live in one of my new shelters Cholo has built right here, in Las Vegas. Cholo made a promise to them, that if Cholo won the Intercontinental Championship, he would win it for them… and if Cholo got a golden title, they too would get one!



The kids all cheer and so does the crowd, some of them take off their belts and raise them high with their faces full of happiness.



CHOLO: If you want to talk about deserving, these kids deserve a good home… They deserve parents that will love them and take care of them, so mi gente, if you were ever on the fence about becoming a foster parent, please don’t think twice about it and do it. These kids deserve the very best, but Cholo can’t be a father to all of them, so if you have it in your heart to help, and you have the means to do it, please do… Cholo and they would appreciate it, thank you.



Crowd gives a nice reception.



CHOLO: Now Cholo doesn’t “deserve” the Intercontinental championship…. Mike Angelo didn’t hand Cholo the title because Cholo deserved it… Paul Montouri didn’t hand it to Cholo… and Buster Gloves, El Toro del Norte, most definitely did not hand the title over to Cholo… None of them laid down for Cholo… The only thing they handed him was the toughest battles he has had to date in his career… None of them were easy to defeat… They all wanted what Cholo wanted and so, Cholo stands here on their shoulders as champion because he EARNED every bit of this championship the old fashion way…



He takes off the strap and then raises it proudly and the crowd cheers him once again.



CHOLO: Winning the championship was extremely hard, but Cholo understand that now that he has won it, he has to work twice as hard to keep it… It looks like we didn’t have to wait long to determine a new number one contender… CACA PANTS, sorry Raven, Mike Mason Cholo says… Cholo looks forward to defending this against not only you… but anyone else that lines up behind you… Cholo plans on being a fighting champion… He owes that to the men he beat to win it, and to all of you who helped Cholo win this….



He puts the title back over his shoulder and then walks towards the ropes, the ones closest to the ramp where the kids are all staring at him attentively.



CHOLO: But that’s in the future, let’s focus on the now… and the now calls for a fiesta!!



The crowd explodes in cheers again.



CHOLO: Cholo knows you are probably wondering where are the mamacitas? Where are the endless barrels of Mezcal to drink until we pass out? Well you see mi gente, tonight Cholo is going to party with all these kids you see right here.. Remember that he made a promise, and part of the promise was…. A trip to Dave & Busters!



Now is the little kids who lose their minds.



CHOLO: So mi gente in Las Vegas, Cholo will see you next week, ready to get back into this ring and defend this championship belt… but until then, Cholo only has one last thing left to say….



He pauses as he takes a deep breath, the crowd settles down, expecting some funny quote or a simple ‘orale’. But Cholo looks up at the rafters as he raises the championship high again.



CHOLO: Mami, Papi, this is for you… Los amo!



His music hits and he continues to look up, fighting his emotions and managing to do so, smiling again and then going to a corner where he climbs onto the second turnbuckle and raises the title again while pointing at the fans and thanking them. He then hops down and gets out of the ring, joining his uncle who embraces him again. Cholo puts the title over his shoulder and then slaps the hands of as many fans as he can before joining the kids who have made their way up to the entrance… He then yells: “Who wants to go to Dave and Busters?!” and they go crazy again.. They all leave to the back along with Paco but Cholo remains, waving to the crowd, bowing and thanking them one last time. The camera cuts to the announcing crew, where Centurion is seen patting his eyes with a handkerchief. Tyler Cage looks at him and shakes his head.



TYLER CAGE: Dude are you crying right now?!



CENTURION: That was amazing, come on Cage have a heart.



TYLER CAGE: I mean, I’m happy for the guy don’t get me wrong… but I guess, that did sadden me a bit.



CENTURION: Yeah, sucks his parents weren’t alive to see this.



TYLER CAGE: No, not that!



CENTURION: What then?



TYLER CAGE: That he didn’t invite me to go to Dave & Busters with him! Fuck I wanna go!



CENTURION: You're an unbelievable man…


Monday Night Brawl fades to black.




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Match Credits: Kat Jones, Goth, Chris Page
Graphics: Lexi Gold
Segments: Sonya Benson, Punisher, Damage, Spencer Adams, Lexi Gold, Jim Cadeus, “Cholo” Giovanni Santanna, Johnny Bacchus, Fred Debonair, Max Daemon, Krow

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