Brawl Results: 5.22.23
May 22, 2023 20:41:11 GMT -5
"Cholo" Giovanni Santana, Austin & Todrick Ramsey, and 1 more like this
Post by Chris Page on May 22, 2023 20:41:11 GMT -5
MOMENTS AGO:
The South Carolina crowd is jacked prior to Monday Night Brawl taking the air. The Big Ticket takes center stage to a huge reception from the crowd.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: COLUMBIA, South Carolina, will you please join me in welcoming back the original voice of the WGWF; the incomparable, DERRICK DIAMOND!
The fans erupt as we see the returning Derrick Diamond walking out to the top of the ramp!
Derrick removes his hitchhiker's style backpack and drops it at the top of the ramp before throwing his arms out and hugging himself to the huge reception. Derrick points down to his red and black Crocs before giving the camera a thumbs up. He starts to skip down the ramp, tagging some hands along the way. Derrick reaches ringside and jogs a victory lap around the ring before making his way over to the announcer's table where Centurion stands, applauding the return of Derrick Diamond. Derrick and Centurion shake hands before Derrick stands behind his chair, looking around the sold-out arena. Diamond pulls his chair out and takes a seat followed by Centurion as we prepare to go live!
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WGWF Present’s
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
COLONIAL LIFE ARENA
COLUMBIA, SOUTH CAROLINA
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As we open our show in Columbia, South Carolina, the curtain parts and out walks the man of the hour, “The Kingdom” Fred Debonair and the crowd go absolutely ballistic, not their usual fuel thrown at the man, this is pure unadulterated hatred! Why? Fred is wearing a shirt that is tiger patterned all over, orange with the close black stripes, the word “CLEMSON” across the back. He is wearing orange shorts with “Clemson” down one leg and “Tigers” down the other… And an orange and white baseball cap back to front with the image of a Tiger on the cap's front peak… This is the attire of The Clemson Tigers, biggest rivals of the South Carolina Gamecocks.
Fred isn’t even smirking or being arrogant as he walks down the aisle and toward the ring, he’s just present. He stops on the apron, wipes his feet and climbs through the ropes before requesting a microphone and pacing up and down, listening to the boos.
FRED DEBONAIR: “Alright you know this is usually cute, but I’ve not got time to listen to you guys, I’ve got a huge match to prepare for against the World Champion, Peter Vaughn… So you get it off your chest and I’ll just carry on with what I want to say because tonight I’m having no interruptions! You see it wasn’t lo…-“
Suddenly “Limits” by Bad Omens slams through the PA system and the crowd go absolutely nuts, drowning out anything else as Jonathan Bacchus steps out onto the ramp. He looks around at the people screaming, cheering and chanting his name “Ras-Cal-King! Ras-Cal-King! Ras-Cal-King!” He stops at the top of the ramp, doesn’t even entertain making his way to the ring despite Fred screaming for him to come down the aisle.
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “Man, I gotta be straight up with you, Fred – I’m kinda flattered right now. airs not everyday someone’s more eager to get in the ring with the World Champion than you.”
Fred begins to raise his microphone, but Bacchus cuts him off.
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “No, stop. Don’t try to spin it – don’t try to be “cute” – you know what I mean. But if you remember, two shows ago, you said I’d better pray that Caedus or Vaughn choose you for their WarGames team. Hate ‘ta break it, but I was never really religious and we see how that’s ended up.”
Bacchus gives a coy shrug as the crowd gives an “OOOO.”
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “What matters is … We both seem to have our schedules free for WarGames. Sooo … you wanna go to Prom with me?”
Fred chuckles and shakes his head, he slowly lifts the microphone and raises his eyebrows waiting for Bacchus to speak again, he moves the microphone closer again still and raises his eyebrows more, realises Bacchus isn’t going to speak so takes a deep breath…
FRED DEBONAIR: “Yeah! No… Cinderella you SHAN’T go to the ball! Sorry champ, that’s not going to happen.”
The crowd boo heavily as Fred continues to shake his head and looks right at Jonathan Bacchus.
FRED DEBONAIR: “You Rascal King, are going to have to EARN your place at the foot of The Kingdom! And yanking me out of a Battle Royale just isn’t enough… Get yourself an opponent I feel would be a worthy challenge IF you win, then I will consider taking you on, in the ring…”
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “EARN? Did I not literally ‘earn my place at the foot of the Kingdom’ last show when you pulled that ‘Kneel before Zod’ shtick? Did I not ‘earn’ my place by making myself at home in that little loft apartment behind your pineal gland? Let me be blunt, Freddy Ruxspin – I don’t need to ‘earn’, I am *owed*!”
A loud pop from the crowd! Bacchus gives a small smirk as he lets it die, running his hand through his hair.
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “But tables are turning here. You want me to make some waves? Your turn to pray to god that Raven or Page give you an out at WarGames and scrape the bottom for whoever I dogwalk, so you keep having excuses. You wanna duck me? Fine. But everyone out here…”
Jonathan motions slowly over the crowd, to their applause!
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “…and everyone out there…”
He turns directly to the camera and gives a wave to all the viewers in TV Land.
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “…see the gilding of the Kingdom. So have a good match tonight, and have fun on the couch at War Games – because I WILL be back. You can run from the past… but time’s arrow always marches forward. Speakin’ of which, I love when the point demonstrates-“
The last words that come out of Bacchus mouth are lost as he’s almost laughing and moving the mic away from his mouth pointing behind Fred who goes to turn around to look behind him, and…
CENTURION: “OH MY GOD! IT’S JONATHAN CABLE! CABLE IS BACK IN THE WGWF!”
Fred catches a flying elbow smash from a masked Jonathan Cable that sends them both to the mat in a heap!
Cable rolls to his feet wasting no time, and grabs Fred by the hair, yanking him to his feet in the middle of the ring. John pushes Fred back into the ropes, claps him in the chest with a thunderous overhand chop, and then Irish whips him across the ring. The Beast lunges back into the near rope and rifles across the ring with speed, driving a huge knee into the midsection of Debonair that flips him completely over as Fred crashes to the mat holding his guts.
John, not done yet with onslaught here as the crowd pops like crazy at the awaited return of their hero, reaches down and drags Fred back to his feet. As John pulls him to a standing position, Fred lashes out with a desperate right that John ducks under and plants his shoulder into the ribs of Debonair, lifting him into the air, and setting him up in the Rack! Cable pulls Fred across his shoulders as the fans go wild, yanking on his thigh and his neck to bend him over his shoulders as he turns slowly in the middle of the ring. As Fred screams in pain, John twists under him, pulls him across his shoulders, and drops him with a cradle brainbuster landing the Darkest Hour and laying Fred out in the middle of the ring!
A tech at ringside tosses a mic into the ring as Cable gets to his feet and roars a primal scream of rage and revenge as the fans stand and cheer all the way up the rafters!
JONATHAN CABLE: “Fred! You got bigger fish to fry than that other Johnny, my boy!”
Cable screams at Debonair as he drives a huge boot into the side of Fred’s head on the canvas.
JONATHAN CABLE: “You had your goons attack me to get out of our last match you sonofabitch… but they didn’t finish the job! Now… your ass belongs to me!”
Cable towers over the writhing Fred Debonair as he screams at him on the mat.
JONATHAN CABLE: “Everywhere you go, Fred… the Beast will be waiting!”
He says as he drops the mic on Fred and rolls under the ropes headed back to the curtain behind as the fans erupt here tonight.
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We cut to the backstage area where Denise Essex is standing by.
DENISE ESSEX: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time…. He is still the intercontinental Champion, “Cholo” Giovanni Santana!
Cholo comes into the frame with the Intercontinental title draped over his right shoulder, wearing a white suit of course but no shirt underneath to show off his great chest… Part of his “Cholo” tattoo can be seen. He gives Denise a kiss on the left cheek and then on the right and then a third one for good luck and you can tell Denise is swooned.
CHOLO: Gracias Denise, but can you do Cholo a favor and say that one more time por favor?
DENISE ESSEX: Um, yes, of course. Ladies and -
CHOLO: No-no, just the last part.
DENISE ESSEX: Gotcha… and STILL… your Intercontinental Champion… “Cholo” Giovanni Santana!
CHOLO: SI! Thank you, you are the sweetest!
He grabs her hand and kisses it and she starts to giggle like a school girl but the camera man clears his throat and she goes back to being the professional we all know she is.
DENISE ESSEX: *ahem* well yes, congratulations, you defeated Mike-
He puts a finger over her mouth softly and she’s startled, in a good way.
CHOLO: He who should not be named… ever… again…
He removes the finger and she kind of lean forwards, but then composes herself feeling the burning glaze from the cameraman.
DENISE ESSEX: Ah okay then, you defeated ‘him’ after your long feud and my first question to you is…
CHOLO: Actually Cholo is sorry Denise, he knows you are only are trying to do your job but if you don’t mind, Cholo would like to send a message to someone he considers a very friend.
DENISE ESSEX: Yes of course, who?
CHOLO: Lexi Gold.
DENISE ESSEX: Ah, okay, sure, what’s the message?
CHOLO: Thank you Denise… Lexi.. TU ESTAS LOCA?! Que andas haciendo jodiendo con ese hijo de PUTA Mike ya tu sabes? Que tu no ves que el es un cabron bueno para nada que solo le interesa una cosa? EL SI MISMO?! El no ama a nadie mas que a el mismo! No caigas en su trampa por favor! Tu eres bella pero aun mas inteligente y me sorprende que creas y te metas con ese cara de mico en brama! No Lexi por favor, NO!
Cholo appears to be done but Denise is taken back by the sudden outrage en español.
DENISE ESSEX: Um, care to translate?
CHOLO: Cholo said what he said, please continue.
DENISE ESSEX: Um, right. Well, since cleary things are over between you and… you know who, at least for the foreseeable future, what is next for Cholo in WGWF?
CHOLO: Ah well that is a great question that Cholo would love to answer… You see Cholo has been stuck with this one person for so long, that has not had a chance to work with any others… both on the right or wrong side of the tracks… The possibilities are endless, let’s start with –
Suddenly Cholo notices someone beyond the camera and the cameraman quickly turns to reveal Todrick Tabor-Ramsey waving at Cholo. Cholo waves and asks her to come over and Denise seems to be put off by this.
CHOLO: Hello amiga, how are you?!
They hug causing Denise to be sort of kind of pushed off screen by Todrick and now she looks pissed.
TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY: I’m good, sorry to interrupt, normally I don’t do this but I wanted to see if I could take you up on your offer?
DENISE ESSEX: What offer?!
Denise asks popping her head back into frame.
CHOLO: Yes of course, we can go now.
TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY: Are you sure? You’re doing your promo…
CHOLO: Nonsense, Denise understands, right Dee?
DENISE ESSEX: I -
CHOLO: See? Let us go, thank you Denise. We will do this another time, Cholo promises.
Cholo winks at Denise and smiles and then leads the way to the locker rooms. The cameraman watches them go and then comes back to Denise who is still miffed.
DENISE ESSEX: What offer?!
We hear the cameraman mumble ‘serves you right’ and then she gives him the evil eye and tells him to cut.
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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentleman your opening contest is scheduled for one fall….
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… being accompanied by Max Daemon, he is NATHAN MILES!
The lights in the arena suddenly go out. This seemingly eternal darkness lasts for five seconds before the spotlights ebb in and out in a translucent white. At the same time, the guitar intro for "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)" by Marilyn Manson begins to play on the PA system. As the verse begins to play, Nathan Miles walks out onto the stage, adorned in a black hooded trenchcoat over his wrestling attire. He stops at the stage, the hood blocking any view of the world. After the verse reaches its latter half, Nathan begins his trek. He walks slowly down to the ring, only taking the hood off once the heavy guitar returns. It continues like this even as the second verse starts. Nathan finally reaches the ring via the steps. He stops on the apron, looking out at the crowd with little, if any emotion. His silence is enough to reveal his disdain, if the crowd's boos weren't. Nathan leans down and enters in between the top and middle ropes. He walks into the middle of the ring and removes the trench coat. He looks to a cameraman at ringside, hanging it over the top towards him. Once he is without his coat, he fixes his elbow pads before leaning down, waiting for his opponent to arrive
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And his opponent…
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Being accompanied by TODRICK RAMSEY, representing CCPE, AUSTIN RAMSEY!
The guitar solo starts, and Austin step onto the stage without Toddy. Austin looks lost as he looks back hoping to see his wife, yet nothing. Austin makes his way to the ring
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. Amidst the boos of South Carolina, the duo of Big Pun and Damage emerge through the curtain and to the top of the ramp. They have their championship slungtheir Tag team championship belts on their shoulder. The duo fist bumps before starting to make their way toward the ring completely ignoring the rabid fans on the way. Once ringside Big Pun makes his way up the steel steps while Damage climbs up on the ring apron and steps over the top rope followed by Big Pun who steps over the top rope as well. South Carolina boos intently as the duo taunt the crowd with a smirk on their faces. They both demand microphone for them to a stage hand, which they receive soon. They argue with the crowd before Punisher raise his hand with the microphone and starts to speak as Damage stands behind Punisher looking at the fans.
Punisher: We told you that the Show Stealers Championship will be removed and that is what you were seeing. Myself and My friend Damage did exactly what we promised.
Punisher lowers his microphone with a smirk as he looks at the crowd, as Damage walks front of punisher and raises his hand with microphone and starts to speak.
CENTURION: But what does that have to do with you interrupting our opening contest?
DERRICK DIAMOND: I just got here and I don’t like these guys already.
Damage: Do you guys know what is the best part in this? We did what Montuori Brothers and the combined efforts of Ms. Lexi gold and Ms. Kim pain failed. Do you know what is that means?-
Damage pauses and looks at the crowd with a pride smile as Punisher raises his hand with the microphone and looks at Damage and responds to the question.
Punisher: It means that we are “THE BEST”!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: No, it means you got lucky. Retain them at War Games and then you can establish it wasn’t a fluke.
Punisher lowers his microphone with a smirk on his face as the crowd boos, but Damage shakes his head in disapproval to the disappointment of Punisher. Damage raises his hand with the microphone ignoring their boos and whines and roars
Damage: Hell NO!!!…. We are not THE BEST..No… WE ARE NOT THE BEST….
The crowd cheers with disapproval of Damage, but Damage continues to roar through the microphone that makes the crowd silence.
Damage: we are BETTER THAN THE BEST”. We are the SHOW STOPPERS, who stopped the show of Show Stealers.
CENTURION: The Ramseys don’t look impressed.
Damage lowers the microphone as both Damage and Punisher smiles as they look at the silenced crowd, they both were truly enjoying the Crowd’s slience. They both gave High five to each other before Punisher starts to speak.
Punisher: When we were crownd as tag team champions, We also noticed the rise and warning of new team called “Ultra Violence”.
Damage raises his microphone and starts to speak, just as punisher finishes.
Damage: Trust me Mr. Bam! You and I are from same home called Detroit, Michigan, but you and I have differences such as you, still fighting your demons, while I myself is an Untamed Demon. You claim that, “it is easy to trust someone when you have spilled blood with them and gone a war against them, but you see, on the contrary we waged war against the Best and spilled their blood on the canvas so that makes us way better than you and your friend Mr. Mac bane!
As Damage finishes, Punisher continues.
Punisher: No offence Mac Bane!.. you may be good, but you will fall because of your partner that you will soon learn that when you face us after we, SHOW STOPPERs finish showing the Show stealers.
The crowd gives a huge pop as Punisher continues.
Punisher: …their place and teach them the truth of their time of shine is over at War games.
Punisher lowers his microphone as Damage raises the microphone and starts to speak while looking at the crowd.
Damage: Speaking of Show stealers, Boy! We heard what Ms.Tabour has to say at the podcast. Myself and Punisher do heard your reason for your loss, and SHOWSTOPPERS were deeply moved by the reason you gave. Trust me Ramsays when I say this, and I am sure, Mr. Punisher feels the same way… we need you guys to be on one page. Truly, from the bottom of our heart, we need you Austin and Tabour on one page so, when we both kick your asses at war games, you guys can accept the failure and drop selling reasons for all your failures. Infact, apart from wishing, we are going to take it our hands to make guys to come on one page. Yes!.. we are going to join the commentators table and motivate you guys for your match against your opponent Mr. Max Daemon.
Saying this Damage and Punisher gets down from the ring and join the commentators, as Damage still continues
Damage: We just hope you guys understand our sportsmanship.
Saying this Damage and Punisher shakes the hands of the commentators and sits comfortably with them and wait for the match to start ignoring the fans reaction.
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And the match is on it’s way with the two locking up in the middle of the ring the much taller Nathan has the upperhand at first pushing Austin towards the ropes but Austin uses his speed to spin underneath the arm of Nathan and pushes him into the ropes immediately going for a roll up pin..
ONE!!
Kickout! Nathan kicked out with such force that is launches Austin through the ropes and to the outside Where Max is seen walking to the corner but the referee is there to keep an eye on him. He tells him to back away from Austin. Nathan follows Austin to the outside and rams him back first into the side of the ring. Austin crumples to the floor holding his hand on his back. Nathan smirks towards Max and rolls into the ring as the referee begins the count..
One..
Two..
DERRICK DIAMOND: Can Austin make it back into the ring.
Four…
Five..
CENTURION: He is already up..
Austin dives into the ring at the count of seven. Nathan was waiting for him and begins stomping at Austin’s back and the crowd was not happy about this at all. Booing loudly at the antics of Nathan who was admonished by the referee to stop as Austin had made his way to the ropes. The earlier words challenging the Show Stealerz were still in effect on Austin as the moment that the referee moved away from Nathan he charged in and with a step up enziguri knocks Nathan down to one knee. He goes to follow this with a shining wizard but Nathan ducks away from the move and hoists Austin up slamming him down to the mat with a vicious spine buster.
CENTURION: Oh the way Austin’s head bounced off the mat was sickening.. Is that enough though?
Damage: He’s done!
Nathan goes for the pin and the ref slides in for the count.
ONE!
TW..
Kickout!!
Austin kicks out with authority and is clearly not done yet.
DERRICK DIAMOND:
[/color] The Show Stealer Austin Ramsey is still in this.. Come on Austin..The South Carolina crowd is jacked prior to Monday Night Brawl taking the air. The Big Ticket takes center stage to a huge reception from the crowd.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: COLUMBIA, South Carolina, will you please join me in welcoming back the original voice of the WGWF; the incomparable, DERRICK DIAMOND!
The fans erupt as we see the returning Derrick Diamond walking out to the top of the ramp!
Derrick removes his hitchhiker's style backpack and drops it at the top of the ramp before throwing his arms out and hugging himself to the huge reception. Derrick points down to his red and black Crocs before giving the camera a thumbs up. He starts to skip down the ramp, tagging some hands along the way. Derrick reaches ringside and jogs a victory lap around the ring before making his way over to the announcer's table where Centurion stands, applauding the return of Derrick Diamond. Derrick and Centurion shake hands before Derrick stands behind his chair, looking around the sold-out arena. Diamond pulls his chair out and takes a seat followed by Centurion as we prepare to go live!
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WGWF Present’s
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
COLONIAL LIFE ARENA
COLUMBIA, SOUTH CAROLINA
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As we open our show in Columbia, South Carolina, the curtain parts and out walks the man of the hour, “The Kingdom” Fred Debonair and the crowd go absolutely ballistic, not their usual fuel thrown at the man, this is pure unadulterated hatred! Why? Fred is wearing a shirt that is tiger patterned all over, orange with the close black stripes, the word “CLEMSON” across the back. He is wearing orange shorts with “Clemson” down one leg and “Tigers” down the other… And an orange and white baseball cap back to front with the image of a Tiger on the cap's front peak… This is the attire of The Clemson Tigers, biggest rivals of the South Carolina Gamecocks.
Fred isn’t even smirking or being arrogant as he walks down the aisle and toward the ring, he’s just present. He stops on the apron, wipes his feet and climbs through the ropes before requesting a microphone and pacing up and down, listening to the boos.
FRED DEBONAIR: “Alright you know this is usually cute, but I’ve not got time to listen to you guys, I’ve got a huge match to prepare for against the World Champion, Peter Vaughn… So you get it off your chest and I’ll just carry on with what I want to say because tonight I’m having no interruptions! You see it wasn’t lo…-“
Suddenly “Limits” by Bad Omens slams through the PA system and the crowd go absolutely nuts, drowning out anything else as Jonathan Bacchus steps out onto the ramp. He looks around at the people screaming, cheering and chanting his name “Ras-Cal-King! Ras-Cal-King! Ras-Cal-King!” He stops at the top of the ramp, doesn’t even entertain making his way to the ring despite Fred screaming for him to come down the aisle.
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “Man, I gotta be straight up with you, Fred – I’m kinda flattered right now. airs not everyday someone’s more eager to get in the ring with the World Champion than you.”
Fred begins to raise his microphone, but Bacchus cuts him off.
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “No, stop. Don’t try to spin it – don’t try to be “cute” – you know what I mean. But if you remember, two shows ago, you said I’d better pray that Caedus or Vaughn choose you for their WarGames team. Hate ‘ta break it, but I was never really religious and we see how that’s ended up.”
Bacchus gives a coy shrug as the crowd gives an “OOOO.”
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “What matters is … We both seem to have our schedules free for WarGames. Sooo … you wanna go to Prom with me?”
Fred chuckles and shakes his head, he slowly lifts the microphone and raises his eyebrows waiting for Bacchus to speak again, he moves the microphone closer again still and raises his eyebrows more, realises Bacchus isn’t going to speak so takes a deep breath…
FRED DEBONAIR: “Yeah! No… Cinderella you SHAN’T go to the ball! Sorry champ, that’s not going to happen.”
The crowd boo heavily as Fred continues to shake his head and looks right at Jonathan Bacchus.
FRED DEBONAIR: “You Rascal King, are going to have to EARN your place at the foot of The Kingdom! And yanking me out of a Battle Royale just isn’t enough… Get yourself an opponent I feel would be a worthy challenge IF you win, then I will consider taking you on, in the ring…”
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “EARN? Did I not literally ‘earn my place at the foot of the Kingdom’ last show when you pulled that ‘Kneel before Zod’ shtick? Did I not ‘earn’ my place by making myself at home in that little loft apartment behind your pineal gland? Let me be blunt, Freddy Ruxspin – I don’t need to ‘earn’, I am *owed*!”
A loud pop from the crowd! Bacchus gives a small smirk as he lets it die, running his hand through his hair.
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “But tables are turning here. You want me to make some waves? Your turn to pray to god that Raven or Page give you an out at WarGames and scrape the bottom for whoever I dogwalk, so you keep having excuses. You wanna duck me? Fine. But everyone out here…”
Jonathan motions slowly over the crowd, to their applause!
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “…and everyone out there…”
He turns directly to the camera and gives a wave to all the viewers in TV Land.
JONATHAN BACCHUS: “…see the gilding of the Kingdom. So have a good match tonight, and have fun on the couch at War Games – because I WILL be back. You can run from the past… but time’s arrow always marches forward. Speakin’ of which, I love when the point demonstrates-“
The last words that come out of Bacchus mouth are lost as he’s almost laughing and moving the mic away from his mouth pointing behind Fred who goes to turn around to look behind him, and…
CENTURION: “OH MY GOD! IT’S JONATHAN CABLE! CABLE IS BACK IN THE WGWF!”
Fred catches a flying elbow smash from a masked Jonathan Cable that sends them both to the mat in a heap!
Cable rolls to his feet wasting no time, and grabs Fred by the hair, yanking him to his feet in the middle of the ring. John pushes Fred back into the ropes, claps him in the chest with a thunderous overhand chop, and then Irish whips him across the ring. The Beast lunges back into the near rope and rifles across the ring with speed, driving a huge knee into the midsection of Debonair that flips him completely over as Fred crashes to the mat holding his guts.
John, not done yet with onslaught here as the crowd pops like crazy at the awaited return of their hero, reaches down and drags Fred back to his feet. As John pulls him to a standing position, Fred lashes out with a desperate right that John ducks under and plants his shoulder into the ribs of Debonair, lifting him into the air, and setting him up in the Rack! Cable pulls Fred across his shoulders as the fans go wild, yanking on his thigh and his neck to bend him over his shoulders as he turns slowly in the middle of the ring. As Fred screams in pain, John twists under him, pulls him across his shoulders, and drops him with a cradle brainbuster landing the Darkest Hour and laying Fred out in the middle of the ring!
A tech at ringside tosses a mic into the ring as Cable gets to his feet and roars a primal scream of rage and revenge as the fans stand and cheer all the way up the rafters!
JONATHAN CABLE: “Fred! You got bigger fish to fry than that other Johnny, my boy!”
Cable screams at Debonair as he drives a huge boot into the side of Fred’s head on the canvas.
JONATHAN CABLE: “You had your goons attack me to get out of our last match you sonofabitch… but they didn’t finish the job! Now… your ass belongs to me!”
Cable towers over the writhing Fred Debonair as he screams at him on the mat.
JONATHAN CABLE: “Everywhere you go, Fred… the Beast will be waiting!”
He says as he drops the mic on Fred and rolls under the ropes headed back to the curtain behind as the fans erupt here tonight.
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We cut to the backstage area where Denise Essex is standing by.
DENISE ESSEX: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time…. He is still the intercontinental Champion, “Cholo” Giovanni Santana!
Cholo comes into the frame with the Intercontinental title draped over his right shoulder, wearing a white suit of course but no shirt underneath to show off his great chest… Part of his “Cholo” tattoo can be seen. He gives Denise a kiss on the left cheek and then on the right and then a third one for good luck and you can tell Denise is swooned.
CHOLO: Gracias Denise, but can you do Cholo a favor and say that one more time por favor?
DENISE ESSEX: Um, yes, of course. Ladies and -
CHOLO: No-no, just the last part.
DENISE ESSEX: Gotcha… and STILL… your Intercontinental Champion… “Cholo” Giovanni Santana!
CHOLO: SI! Thank you, you are the sweetest!
He grabs her hand and kisses it and she starts to giggle like a school girl but the camera man clears his throat and she goes back to being the professional we all know she is.
DENISE ESSEX: *ahem* well yes, congratulations, you defeated Mike-
He puts a finger over her mouth softly and she’s startled, in a good way.
CHOLO: He who should not be named… ever… again…
He removes the finger and she kind of lean forwards, but then composes herself feeling the burning glaze from the cameraman.
DENISE ESSEX: Ah okay then, you defeated ‘him’ after your long feud and my first question to you is…
CHOLO: Actually Cholo is sorry Denise, he knows you are only are trying to do your job but if you don’t mind, Cholo would like to send a message to someone he considers a very friend.
DENISE ESSEX: Yes of course, who?
CHOLO: Lexi Gold.
DENISE ESSEX: Ah, okay, sure, what’s the message?
CHOLO: Thank you Denise… Lexi.. TU ESTAS LOCA?! Que andas haciendo jodiendo con ese hijo de PUTA Mike ya tu sabes? Que tu no ves que el es un cabron bueno para nada que solo le interesa una cosa? EL SI MISMO?! El no ama a nadie mas que a el mismo! No caigas en su trampa por favor! Tu eres bella pero aun mas inteligente y me sorprende que creas y te metas con ese cara de mico en brama! No Lexi por favor, NO!
Cholo appears to be done but Denise is taken back by the sudden outrage en español.
DENISE ESSEX: Um, care to translate?
CHOLO: Cholo said what he said, please continue.
DENISE ESSEX: Um, right. Well, since cleary things are over between you and… you know who, at least for the foreseeable future, what is next for Cholo in WGWF?
CHOLO: Ah well that is a great question that Cholo would love to answer… You see Cholo has been stuck with this one person for so long, that has not had a chance to work with any others… both on the right or wrong side of the tracks… The possibilities are endless, let’s start with –
Suddenly Cholo notices someone beyond the camera and the cameraman quickly turns to reveal Todrick Tabor-Ramsey waving at Cholo. Cholo waves and asks her to come over and Denise seems to be put off by this.
CHOLO: Hello amiga, how are you?!
They hug causing Denise to be sort of kind of pushed off screen by Todrick and now she looks pissed.
TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY: I’m good, sorry to interrupt, normally I don’t do this but I wanted to see if I could take you up on your offer?
DENISE ESSEX: What offer?!
Denise asks popping her head back into frame.
CHOLO: Yes of course, we can go now.
TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY: Are you sure? You’re doing your promo…
CHOLO: Nonsense, Denise understands, right Dee?
DENISE ESSEX: I -
CHOLO: See? Let us go, thank you Denise. We will do this another time, Cholo promises.
Cholo winks at Denise and smiles and then leads the way to the locker rooms. The cameraman watches them go and then comes back to Denise who is still miffed.
DENISE ESSEX: What offer?!
We hear the cameraman mumble ‘serves you right’ and then she gives him the evil eye and tells him to cut.
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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentleman your opening contest is scheduled for one fall….
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… being accompanied by Max Daemon, he is NATHAN MILES!
The lights in the arena suddenly go out. This seemingly eternal darkness lasts for five seconds before the spotlights ebb in and out in a translucent white. At the same time, the guitar intro for "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)" by Marilyn Manson begins to play on the PA system. As the verse begins to play, Nathan Miles walks out onto the stage, adorned in a black hooded trenchcoat over his wrestling attire. He stops at the stage, the hood blocking any view of the world. After the verse reaches its latter half, Nathan begins his trek. He walks slowly down to the ring, only taking the hood off once the heavy guitar returns. It continues like this even as the second verse starts. Nathan finally reaches the ring via the steps. He stops on the apron, looking out at the crowd with little, if any emotion. His silence is enough to reveal his disdain, if the crowd's boos weren't. Nathan leans down and enters in between the top and middle ropes. He walks into the middle of the ring and removes the trench coat. He looks to a cameraman at ringside, hanging it over the top towards him. Once he is without his coat, he fixes his elbow pads before leaning down, waiting for his opponent to arrive
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And his opponent…
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Being accompanied by TODRICK RAMSEY, representing CCPE, AUSTIN RAMSEY!
The guitar solo starts, and Austin step onto the stage without Toddy. Austin looks lost as he looks back hoping to see his wife, yet nothing. Austin makes his way to the ring
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. Amidst the boos of South Carolina, the duo of Big Pun and Damage emerge through the curtain and to the top of the ramp. They have their championship slungtheir Tag team championship belts on their shoulder. The duo fist bumps before starting to make their way toward the ring completely ignoring the rabid fans on the way. Once ringside Big Pun makes his way up the steel steps while Damage climbs up on the ring apron and steps over the top rope followed by Big Pun who steps over the top rope as well. South Carolina boos intently as the duo taunt the crowd with a smirk on their faces. They both demand microphone for them to a stage hand, which they receive soon. They argue with the crowd before Punisher raise his hand with the microphone and starts to speak as Damage stands behind Punisher looking at the fans.
Punisher: We told you that the Show Stealers Championship will be removed and that is what you were seeing. Myself and My friend Damage did exactly what we promised.
Punisher lowers his microphone with a smirk as he looks at the crowd, as Damage walks front of punisher and raises his hand with microphone and starts to speak.
CENTURION: But what does that have to do with you interrupting our opening contest?
DERRICK DIAMOND: I just got here and I don’t like these guys already.
Damage: Do you guys know what is the best part in this? We did what Montuori Brothers and the combined efforts of Ms. Lexi gold and Ms. Kim pain failed. Do you know what is that means?-
Damage pauses and looks at the crowd with a pride smile as Punisher raises his hand with the microphone and looks at Damage and responds to the question.
Punisher: It means that we are “THE BEST”!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: No, it means you got lucky. Retain them at War Games and then you can establish it wasn’t a fluke.
Punisher lowers his microphone with a smirk on his face as the crowd boos, but Damage shakes his head in disapproval to the disappointment of Punisher. Damage raises his hand with the microphone ignoring their boos and whines and roars
Damage: Hell NO!!!…. We are not THE BEST..No… WE ARE NOT THE BEST….
The crowd cheers with disapproval of Damage, but Damage continues to roar through the microphone that makes the crowd silence.
Damage: we are BETTER THAN THE BEST”. We are the SHOW STOPPERS, who stopped the show of Show Stealers.
CENTURION: The Ramseys don’t look impressed.
Damage lowers the microphone as both Damage and Punisher smiles as they look at the silenced crowd, they both were truly enjoying the Crowd’s slience. They both gave High five to each other before Punisher starts to speak.
Punisher: When we were crownd as tag team champions, We also noticed the rise and warning of new team called “Ultra Violence”.
Damage raises his microphone and starts to speak, just as punisher finishes.
Damage: Trust me Mr. Bam! You and I are from same home called Detroit, Michigan, but you and I have differences such as you, still fighting your demons, while I myself is an Untamed Demon. You claim that, “it is easy to trust someone when you have spilled blood with them and gone a war against them, but you see, on the contrary we waged war against the Best and spilled their blood on the canvas so that makes us way better than you and your friend Mr. Mac bane!
As Damage finishes, Punisher continues.
Punisher: No offence Mac Bane!.. you may be good, but you will fall because of your partner that you will soon learn that when you face us after we, SHOW STOPPERs finish showing the Show stealers.
The crowd gives a huge pop as Punisher continues.
Punisher: …their place and teach them the truth of their time of shine is over at War games.
Punisher lowers his microphone as Damage raises the microphone and starts to speak while looking at the crowd.
Damage: Speaking of Show stealers, Boy! We heard what Ms.Tabour has to say at the podcast. Myself and Punisher do heard your reason for your loss, and SHOWSTOPPERS were deeply moved by the reason you gave. Trust me Ramsays when I say this, and I am sure, Mr. Punisher feels the same way… we need you guys to be on one page. Truly, from the bottom of our heart, we need you Austin and Tabour on one page so, when we both kick your asses at war games, you guys can accept the failure and drop selling reasons for all your failures. Infact, apart from wishing, we are going to take it our hands to make guys to come on one page. Yes!.. we are going to join the commentators table and motivate you guys for your match against your opponent Mr. Max Daemon.
Saying this Damage and Punisher gets down from the ring and join the commentators, as Damage still continues
Damage: We just hope you guys understand our sportsmanship.
Saying this Damage and Punisher shakes the hands of the commentators and sits comfortably with them and wait for the match to start ignoring the fans reaction.
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And the match is on it’s way with the two locking up in the middle of the ring the much taller Nathan has the upperhand at first pushing Austin towards the ropes but Austin uses his speed to spin underneath the arm of Nathan and pushes him into the ropes immediately going for a roll up pin..
ONE!!
Kickout! Nathan kicked out with such force that is launches Austin through the ropes and to the outside Where Max is seen walking to the corner but the referee is there to keep an eye on him. He tells him to back away from Austin. Nathan follows Austin to the outside and rams him back first into the side of the ring. Austin crumples to the floor holding his hand on his back. Nathan smirks towards Max and rolls into the ring as the referee begins the count..
One..
Two..
DERRICK DIAMOND: Can Austin make it back into the ring.
Four…
Five..
CENTURION: He is already up..
Austin dives into the ring at the count of seven. Nathan was waiting for him and begins stomping at Austin’s back and the crowd was not happy about this at all. Booing loudly at the antics of Nathan who was admonished by the referee to stop as Austin had made his way to the ropes. The earlier words challenging the Show Stealerz were still in effect on Austin as the moment that the referee moved away from Nathan he charged in and with a step up enziguri knocks Nathan down to one knee. He goes to follow this with a shining wizard but Nathan ducks away from the move and hoists Austin up slamming him down to the mat with a vicious spine buster.
CENTURION: Oh the way Austin’s head bounced off the mat was sickening.. Is that enough though?
Damage: He’s done!
Nathan goes for the pin and the ref slides in for the count.
ONE!
TW..
Kickout!!
Austin kicks out with authority and is clearly not done yet.
DERRICK DIAMOND:
Punisher: Biased much. Austin is not doing a damn thing.
Nathan snarls and is heard yelling to stay down but Austin has enough fire in him to deliver an open handed slap to the face of Nathan. The sound much like a whip and the force snapping Nathan’s face to the side. Austin stomps his foot into the mat. It makes the crowd clap along and in the ring Nathan returns the slap but is met with another one. Trading slaps before they turn into closed fists an all out brawl begins inside the ring. Austin clearly knows he can not match those and hits a low dropkick to the knee of Nathan before he starts kicking the back, hips and chest in a series of high and low kicks.
CENTURION: Austin has found that second wind he is known for..
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Or was he playing possum on Nathan.
Punisher: He is not smart enough for that..
Nathan is on the receiving end now of some devastating kicks and he tries to fend off most of them but because he is trying to block the flurry of kicks by Austin he has not managed to get to his feet yet and another low dropkick by Austin drives his legs from underneath him slamming him to the mat. Austin proceeds to follow it up with several stomps to the body and legs of Nathan.
CENTURION: Smart fighting by Austin keep the bigger man down on the mat and unable to use his strength.
Punisher: This is not going to be enough to keep him down.
Damage: He is too small to do that!
Centurion spoke too soon as Austin gets a little too close and Nathan grabs him by the throat with a nasty snarl on his face. Lifting him up by the throat he slams him down over his knee in a devastating backbreaker.
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Spoke too soon! Again the back of Austin takes a heavy blow..
Nathan goes to cover the writhing in pain Austin..
ONE..
TWO..
TH..
Kickout!!!
Damage: That was a slow count! Come on Ref!
Punisher: There is a little fight in him.. I’ll be damned..
The crowd chants Twoooooo!!! And applaud trying to start some chants to keep Austin going in the match as Nathan sneers and reacts to the crowd they get even louder.. On the other side Max Daemon snarls but says and does little in support of Nathan. Nathan gets to his feet making a cut throat signal towards the camera’s making a show of dragging Austin towards the side of the ring where the camera is located and going for the sleeper hold. Austin ducks out of the grip pulling Nathan into the nearest corner, his head slamming against the padding.
CENTURION: Great ring awareness by Austin but can he follow it up.
Austin comes running in and steps up on the ropes to hit a shining wizard sending Nathan stumbling out of the corner.
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Austin is going to the top!..
Max decided that now was the time to interfere and tried to climb the ring apron and the referee was having none of it pushing the man back down as he confronted him and was in no mood for antics. Max snarls at him but it works as inside the ring Austin jumps and lands a picture perfect Air Austin right on top of Nathan’s ribcage the shooting star press drives the air out of Nathan and Austin scrambles to go for the cover. Having felt the ring shake the referee dives in for the cover.
CENTURION: Is this enough..
Damage: Doubt it.
ONE..
TWO….
THREE!!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Austin did it!!!!! Hey where are you guys going??!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: AUSTIN RAMSEY
Match Time: 12:32
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Austin shoves Nathan out of the ring right away and Max helps him get away jaw jacking towards Austin. The referee raises Austin’s hand and he goes to celebrate inside the ring. Not realizing that Damage and Punisher have gotten into the ring and are standing right behind him. Damage slams an elbow into the back of the head of Austin making him fall to the mat in a heap and the dastardly duo begins to stop and kick Austin until the referee calls for backup and the zebra’s come out to push Damage and Punisher. Austin crawls away into the corner as the referee checks on him.
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As we come back from commercial break, the atmosphere turns downright hostile as “Paint It Black” cranks up and out strolls the victorious Sonya Benson flanked by Norris and Smith.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Here she is. That vile evil bitch we all know her as. Fresh off her victorious title defense against Atara Raven last Brawl.
CENTURION: You call that a victory? Once Atara got her daughter away from Sonya, she beat the everloving shit out of her. She used Sonya like she was her own personal practice dummy. The real winner of that match was J-MONT! He alone should be credited with that win.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Be that as it may be, and I concur, she still has the title and damn it, look at her, she’s wearing Atara’s trademark ring attire! She’s never done this. What a bitch!
(RING ATTIRE ONLY - IGNORE FACE)
It’s true. Rarely has Sonya worn such trappings, but it’s obvious from the cocky face she’s sporting, that this is a very special occasion. Every manner of vulgarity is hurled at the deplorable woman, yet she no-sells them all and marches up the steps, allowing Norris and Smith to part the ropes for her.
Once she slips through the ropes, she prances to the center and does Atara’s classic and much beloved ring entrance routine, and man oh man the crowd goes NUCLEAR with heat. Sonya ends the final flourish by unsnapping the Television TItle and raising it aloft her glorious head!
The ground shakes. The walls wail. The roof metaphorically splits. The fans' voices are many and united in their lament of the champion, yet for all their noise, there’s nothing they can do about it.
Wagging her head cockily, Sonya wads the title up like it's an empty candy bar wrapper and tosses it far away from her, no look passing it to Norris behind her, then seizes the house microphone.
SONYA BENSON: ……. HELLO DOVES!
The crowd jeers the fuck out of her.
CENTURION: Oh this bitch! She’s using Atara’s own catch phrase greeting. I can’t wait until Kim Pain gets a hold of her. If anyone can undo this bitch it’s her and Kat Jones!
SONYA BENSON: Now now, let’s all calm down. Firstly, I’d like to thank JMONT for leveling the playing field on Brawl and helping me to retain my title. The odds were stacked against me and you made sure to ruin it for them. Now, as for tonight. Normally I wouldn’t bother attending this goat rodeo if not booked in a match, but ole Sonya here is in a good mood, even standing among you puke brains. How could I not be over the moon right now? I have Kim Pain on the horizon *derisive scoff*.. and I am one of, if not the ONLY one, to be undefeated against Atara Raven. Mmmhmm. I’m 2-0.
The crowd doesn’t like that one bit and lets her know. She mocks them with a crying face before continuing.
SONYA BENSON: I’m also her daughter’s new godmother AND I have joint custody of her. More importantly than all that, however, is the fact I’m now just SEVEN wins away from earning my reprieve from this god awful sport. So, as a celebration of this, I decided to do something special and commemorative. As you see here, I’m wearing Atara’s attire and I’m using her entrance routine and catch phrase. I’m proving that anything she can do, I can do better. There’s only one thing left to do though. Last month Atara easily defeated a masked female wrestler by the name of Baretta Blade. So, right here, right now.. In! This! Very! Ring! …I’m issuing a NON-TITLE challenge to Baretta Blade whereupon I will defeat her quicker and easier than Atara did. Baretta, come on doooooowwwwwnnn!
Some Luchadora music plays and the crowd gives the masked talent enhancer a nice pop as she makes her way to the ring looking very excited via body language. She tags hands along the way.
One of WGWF’s referees soon enters the ring too and gives the nod to start the match as Norris and Smith exit.
DING! DING! DING! …………
Sonya surprises the masked woman by speeding across the ring instead of doing her usual cowardly chase me shenanigans. It’s just enough of a surprise to allow Benson a successful Lou Thesz Press. While on top Sonya rains down fast and furious diva slaps. She even tries to rip off the poor girl’s mask, but thankfully Baretta bucks her off and gets up.
She rifles a shot at Sonya but the cunning minx ducks it and slips behind her. Before Benson can put her next move into motion the masked talent enhancer fires an elbow and staggers Sonya back, yet before she can capitalize, the Rich Bitch grabs the girl’s cape and yanks her up and over with it. The crowd boos and the boos only get louder as Sonya uses the woman’s own cape to commence a choke hold with. It’s blatantly illegal and Benson has to be peeled off and admonished by the ring official.
Norris pounds the mat on the outside and points at his watch, reminding Sonya and warning her that time isn’t on her side if she wants to beat Atara’s bell-to-pin time from a month prior. Benson nods and yells “BITCH TRIGGER!!!” while miming two finger pistol pew-pew at Baretta. The struggling talent enhancer is still coughing and sputtering when Sonya speeds at her and leaps through the air with her knee thrust out.
WWWWHHHAAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!
Sonya goes limp in mid air. The audible pop from the blow is sickening. Her head whips violently to the side. The rest of her body follows suit into a 360 twirl before hitting the canvas like a sack of potatoes. The sudden, brutal, murderous spinning heel hook to the jaw has everyone in shocked silence.
The masked woman immediately goes for the pinfall cover, but not in the traditional way. No hook of the leg. No classic pin. She forces Sonya’s heels over head in a folded pin, the type that asserts dominance and gears toward humiliation of their opponent.
The ref slides into position.
ONE!
DERRICK DIAMOND: OH!
TWO!
CENTURION: MY!
THREE!
DERRICK DIAMOND and CENTURION: GOD!
DING DING DING!
Still holding the demoralizing pin in place, the masked woman uses one hand to swiftly remove the mask, revealing to be…
DERRICK DIAMOND: KIM PAIN! IT WAS KIM PAIN UNDER THE MASK ALL ALONG!
Norris and Smith, much like everyone, have been in frozen silence for a moment, but then they snap out of it and urgently scramble into the ring to get after Kim, but the Badass Bitch retreats under the ropes and jogs backward up the ramp, gesturing to the sound tech for a mic.
CENTURION: Kim duped Sonya big time. What a brilliant set up. She let Sonya beat up on her thinking it was the same harmless masked woman Atara had ease with, and then WHAM, goodnight bitch! LIGHTS OUT!
The magnitude of what just happened settles upon the South Carolininians in attendance and they roar with approval as Kim is handed a mic as requested. Inside the ring, Sonya is coming to, and is being helped to her feet where she needs support from Norris just to stay standing.
KIM PAIN: Sonya.. You back with us luv.. Okay.. Good, now this was me being nice.. The next time we face off in the ring that little shiny trinket of yours is on the line.. Now to be quite honest I don’t really care much for titles. I won plenty of them before. But I do care about this business.. The business I love that you talk trash about.. Now being a trainer I just had to teach you a little lesson. A little lesson in humility.. You thought you got a little enhancement talent to beat up on and score a quick win on your way out of this business.. Now the lovely Baretta Blade was so kind to give me her gear and teach you that lesson.. Never think you know it all and underestimate your opponent.. Because if you do, someone might just turn the lights out on you and make you their bitch.
Kim pauses a beat and looks up at the World’s Greatest Titan-Tron which is showing the pin-and-reveal in instant replay with slowed speed. Kim points at it.
KIM PAIN: That was the quick and easy way.. But when we face each other for the title.. I am going for the more pain filled slow way.. Remember this for our match Sonya.. To make the pain stop.. You will need to tap…
Kim blows a kiss towards Sonya before making her way to the entrance and bows with a flurry for the crowd and heads to the back with a sick smirk on her face.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Kim has fired the first shot leading into WAR GAMES!
CENTURION: That wasn’t a first shot, that was a tactical nuke! She demolished Sonya and just like Kim said, she made Sonya her bitch! I don’t care what happens the rest of this show now, because THIS just made my entire night.
DERRICK DIAMOND: And might I add, mad props to Baretta Blade for giving up her attire and mask to Kim for this endeavor. That stuff isn’t just a costume for people like Baretta. It’s an extension of themselves. Her doing that just goes to show how deep and far reaching Sonya’s blight upon our sport goes, and how much we need someone to bring that bitch down! Baretta, we salute you!
The scene fades out to a commercial with Norris and Smith still tending to their humiliated employer.
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*The words "After The Last Brawl" appear at the bottom of the screen as the scene opens to The Mecca of Manhood walking down the hallway of a very lavish hotel. Mason looks very upset over his loss to Cholo, and even a bit beat up, but the thought of how he is about to beat up Lexi has put an extra pep in his step. Maon stops in front of the door at the end of the hall and removes the key card Lexi gave him earlier in the night and opens the door with it.*
*Mason enters into the large room that has a massive California King bed in it. The bed has flower petals on it, and the room is illuminated only by candles. Mason wears a huge smile as he drops his bag and heads for the bed. Beside the bed, Mason notices a bottle of champagne on ice, and a note. The Bod God opened the note and read the card.*
“Hey Mike, I’m in the bathroom getting ready for what I know will be a MARVELOUS evening. Go ahead and lay down, and I’ll be out in a moment to give you a night you’ll never forget.”
*Mason smirks as he tosses the note onto the desk. Mason kicks his loafers off, rips his shirt off, and drops his pants. Mason jumps onto the bed in only his Calvin Kliens.*
Mike Mason: LEXI, THE MECCA OF MANHOOD IS HERE BAY BAY!.
*After a few minutes, the door slowly opens up and Lexi steps out of the restroom wearing a white bathrobe that is tied around her waist. She eyes Mason, who has made himself comfy on the bed, as she walks toward him with a smile on her face and stands at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips.*
Lexi Gold: It sure didn't take you long to come find me after all. I bet you've been thinking about this moment all day long, eager to get down to business, huh?
Mike Mason: I’ll admit, the thought of this was distracting me during the match with Cholo, but getting Lexi Gold, is better than getting Intercontinental gold.
*She giggles to herself .*
Lexi Gold: I love the fact that you're putting myself over some gold. You are a smart man, Mike. A woman like me does have a lot of good qualities, so I can see why, but the question is do you? And are you truly worthy of this moment right here? There are so many men who envy your position right now.
*Mason scoffs, a bit offended, but also amused at the comment.*
Mike Mason: I’m the Bod God, the Big Natty Daddy, The Abdominal Adonis, The Titan of Tenacity, The Pennicale of Perfection, The President of Pump, The Mecca of Manhood… THE MARVELOUS ONE!
Mike Mason: Lexi, this time next year, I’ll be in the Oval Office. I’ll be one of the most powerful men on the face of the Earth. If any man belongs in this bed right here, right now, it is me.
Lexi Gold: Okay, but you talk too much. I got a solution for that.
*She turns around and digs through the drawer next to the bed and pulls out some duct tape, then cuts off a strip with her teeth and places it over his mouth.*
Lexi Gold: Much better, but I feel like something is still missing. Hmm, hold on.
*She digs into the drawer once again, this time really searching for something, until she reveals some handcuffs. She smiles as she raises it in the air for him to see.
Lexi Gold: You claim you are all those things, but I want you to prove it. Allow me to handcuff you, and I promise that is when the real fun will start.
*Mason says something, but it is muffled by the tape, but his body language shows he is clearly excited. Mason holds his hands out, signifying she was free to handcuff him.*
*She gets excited and quickly grabs his wrist and handcuffs it to the headboard, doing the same thing to the other wrist. Next, she grabs his ankles and does the same thing. She stands back and surveys her work.*
Lexi Gold: Aww, poor thing. You look so helpless. You have nowhere to go. Wait what's that? I can't hear you.
Mike Mason: Hummraaa. Uhhfruh. MMMMM!
*Mason's words are muffled by the tape, and this causes Lexi to giggle.*
Lexi Gold: Oh, what's that? You want me to leave? Perfect, I was just going to. Hope you don't mind staying like that for a few hours. I doubt anyone will even notice.
*She goes to leave for the door but stops when she hears more attempts at sounds coming from him. She shakes her head and chuckles now.*
Lexi Gold: Did you honestly think I was going to stay and throw myself at you, all because you chose to throw your cheap pickup lines my way? Ha! I'm not stupid, but on the bright side, I got three beauties that will keep you company in case you get lonely for the night. In fact, I think I hear them coming now.
*She smirks and her eyes lower to the ground. The sound of slithering noises is heard. From under the bed, three large snakes come out from hiding and slither on top of the bed, where Mason is still handcuffed. He looks on, absolutely terrified at the sight of them, and tries to break free as they start to slither up his legs. Lexi watches on, completely amused and satisfied that her plan worked. She gave him a wave before she left the room, laughing loudly to herself behind the closed door.*
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We cut backstage to find Fred Debonair in the medical bay, being checked over by the Doctor. His ribs and one arm are being bandaged up and his head and face are being cleaned… As we pan back we find Denise Essex standing there, microphone in hand.
DENISE ESSEX: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m backstage with Fred Debonair who tonight was blindsided by a returning Jonathan Cable! And Fred I’ve got to say, you look pretty beat up… Will you be medically cleared to face off against the WGWF World Champion, Peter Vaughn, later tonight??”
FRED DEBONAIR: “What do I look like, Denise?! Of course I’ll be medically cleared to face Peter Vaughn tonight! Why shouldn’t I be? I mean sure, John Cable has come out of nowhere and blindsided me for no reason!”
DENISE ESSEX: “You say John Cable came out of nowhere and beat on you, for no reason Fred… But he says he was getting you back, for sending goons after him just before you guys were due to face off in the Tunnels of Terror match…”
FRED DEBONAIR: “And you believed that?!? You believe that Fred Debonair would have to PAY somebody to take care of John Cable? I’d do it myself if it needed doing! Asking me stupid questions, get out Denise I’ve got a match to prepare for!”
Denise looks at the camera, then back to Fred who waves his hand at her in a dismissive gesture and she turns to leave as the scene blacks out and goes back to ringside.
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Static fades to a facial shot at Chris Page. The crowd pops as Chris starts to address the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: Justin York.
Chris smirks toward the camera as we start to pan back revealing nothing but empty darkness surrounding him. The only light is a dim bulb that flickers as it hangs overhead.
CHRIS PAGE: You couldn’t take no for an answer.
Highlights from two weeks ago flash on the screen of Justin York’s challenge to Chris Page as the voice of Chris is heard.
“You called my name, and I turned you down.”
Chris Page telling Justin no is shown while his voice is still heard.
“Our history is storied and you’ve never been able to recover from the embarrassment I’ve levied upon you the last time you wanted to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight.”
Clips from IIW’s Mayhem a year ago play with Chris Page pinning Justin York in the center of the ring.
“Consistency hasn’t ever been your thing, has it? You’ve shown glimmers of hope but alienated yourself because you don’t know how to admit that you’re all bark, no bite.”
Thaddeus Duke defeating Justin York at the Denzel Porter Invitational flashes across the screen.
“You’ve constantly gotten yourself in way over your head, and this isn’t an exception.”
The screen goes completely dark.
“I promised the WGWF roster I wouldn’t occupy television time because this has never been about me…”
Justin York flattening Chris Page with a chair shot from Championship Monday flashes across the screen, leaving CCP in a pool of blood as York gave a double middle finger from the crowd.
“But I never said anything about not showing up for a fight.”
TV static overtakes the screen as it flickers in and out.
“Be careful what you wish for… because now you’ll get it because come War Games it’s a fight you’ll have. No Rules, no bullshit… NON-SANCTIONED.”
Split-second shots of Chris Page over the last year flash across the screen.
“An environment tailormade for a Beast that you’ve woken… I’ll see you at War Games.”
We cut to a live shot revealing…
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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentleman your next contest is scheduled for one fall….
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… he is SAM 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: And his opponent…
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 190 pounds! STANDING at five feet eleven inches….”BAAAAADMON” SPEEEEENCER ADAAAAAMS!
The opening baseline of No. 99 by Joey Bada$$ hits the PA and a spotlight pans over the crowd in search of Spencer before a camera cut shows us Spencer being escorted by a group of masked fans through the arena before the group eventually reaches a staircase between sections.
With the chorus playing out, the crowd’s chants of “BADMON!” carry throughout. Spencer marches down the stairs before hoping over and sitting atop the barricade. He looks over the crowd and raises an arm and pointed finger towards different parts of the crowd as he mouths the words “What’s my name?” for continued call and response.
Spencer pushes off and rolls into the ring nodding along to the song before dapping up Harvey and leaning against a corner in anticipation.
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CENTURION: It is just us two now that those two goons have left. Sam and Spencer are locking up inside the ring.
Two crowd favorites both with a similar style makes for a great match up and they immediately try to gain the upper hand but with a picture perfect armdrag Sam gets the first shot in. As Spencer rolls through he gets to his feet and smirks and nods towards Sam. They slap hands in the middle of the ring to the pleasure of the crowd and the cat and mouse game begins again to get the upper hand first.
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Nice sportsmanship between the two. I am expecting great things from this match between these highly energetic wrestlers!
The tie up again in the middle of the ring and this time it is Spencer who gets the upper hand flinging Sam into the ropes but he bounces of the ropes and ducks the clothesline attempt crossing the ring and increasing the speed as he bounces of the ropes again ducking underneath the back elbow attempt and springboarding off the ropes for a crossbody but Spencer rolls through and hoists him up and over in an overhead throw. The momentum sends Sam rolling out of the ring and as the crowd is mixed in wanting to cheer for them both he gets out of the ring and brings Sam to his feet and the two have a similar fighting stance on the outside… The crowd cheers as they keep an eye on each other and roll back into the ring at the same time.
CENTURION: for 0 to 60 in 2.0 seconds.. They both are crazy fast.
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] I do think Spencer got the better of this round.. Ding ding ding! Next round let’s go!
Spencer and Samuel lock up once more and it’s Spencer who takes the upper hand with a quick side headlock, though it doesn’t last long before Samuel pushes him off towards the ropes, ducking down as Spencer rebounds and getting back to his feet in time for a snap powerslam followed by a cover.
One!
Kickout!!
Spencer kicks out at one and gets right back to his feet. Samuel tries to press his advantage but Spencer is already back to his feet before Samuel can land a blow, catching him off guard with a kick to the midsection, doubling Samuel over and dropping him with a swinging neckbreaker. They’re both up quickly though, Samuel jumping over an attempted leg sweep and catching Spencer under the chin with a European uppercut. It’s back to the ropes for Samuel who comes rushing back for a drop kick but finds nothing but air, landing on his back and getting hit with a standing moonsault from Spencer. Spencer covers but also only gets a one.
CENTURION: Close calls on both sides they are certainly evenly matched.
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Can they keep this up though because the high pace is exhausting to watch!
Both men are to their feet again, locking up trying to land that one decisive blow to put them in the driver’s seat and it’s Samuel who goes for it first, wrapping his arms around Spencer’s waist and trying to lift him up in a gut wrench, but Spencer goes all the way over and lands on his feet behind Samuel who turns around only to catch a knee to the chin. Spencer backs up against the ropes and lunges forward with a lariat, damn near taking Samuel’s head off as he rotates in the air before falling to the mat in a heap. The coed pops for the high impact move, Spencer rather than going for a cover looks to truly take advantage and ascends the turnbuckle, diving off for a guillotine leg drop, landing perfectly and hooking both legs of Samuel.
ONE
TWO..
Kickout!!
CENTURION: I really thought he would have him there!
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] It was close but there is a bit more fight in Sam left!
Spencer lifts Samuel up to his feet but the veteran pushes him back, leaping in the air and delivering a bicycle kick to Spencer and knocking him back into the corner. Samuel follows up quickly with a leaping splash, dazing Spencer enough to grab a hold of his head and perch himself on the middle rope, leaping off and driving Spencer head first with a tornado DDT. A few kicks to the ribs later and Samuel is looking mighty annoyed at how the match has unfolded thus far, grabbing Spencer by the hair and lifting him up, saying something to him before locking him in a corkscrew neckbreaker! Spencer hits the mat hard as Samuel goes for the cover.
ONE..
TWO…
He was just getting passed the two count before Spencer gets his foot on the bottom rope and the referee sees it just in time.
CENTURION: Great ring awareness from Spencer.. He is still in this fight
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Sam is losing his temper though that can not be a good thing.
Samuel is really pissed now and picks up Spencer, pushing him back into the ropes and catching him with a rebound Final Bite, his superkick, right under the jaw! The crowd oohs at this as Spencer falls back into the ropes, coming back for Samuel to duck under him and elevate him up on his shoulders. He holds him there for a few seconds, as if asserting his dominance over the younger foe before lifting him up, tossing him to the side for his Game Hunting but Spencer lands on his feet! Okay, it’s a little less graceful than that, he lands on his feet and hands, but it still surprises Samuel who tries to recover and hit a side head kick, but he misses wildly and falls victim to a quick Koppo Kick, dazing Samuel before he takes a second one, knocking him flat on his back! Spencer rolls to his feet and just as Samuel is begging to recover, he finds he suddenly has 99 problems as a Kinsashaa kick flattens him and Spencer collapses atop of Sam..
ONE..
TWO…
THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: SPENCER ADAMS
Match Time: 13:21
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CENTURION: Spencer won this crazy fast match!
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Samuel gave it everything but tonight the young man had his number!
The crowd was still cheering loudly for Spencer and the match they just watched..
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Denise is still pacing back and forth in the backstage area when Austin Ramsey runs into her, clearly his mind elsewhere.
AUSTIN RAMSEY: Hey Denise, sorry about that, wasn’t paying attention.
DENISE ESSEX: sure, no problem Austin. Everything okay?
AUSTIN RAMSEY: Eh, depends who you ask I guess. Actually, I’m looking for Todrick, you haven’t seen her have you?
Denise looks away with a guilty-but more like ‘I should definitely spill the beans’ look.
DENISE ESSEX: Oh yeah, I’ve seen her.
AUSTIN RAMSEY: Great, where?
DENISE ESSEX: Wouldn’t you rather know with who?
AUSTIN RAMSEY: Um, sure, I guess, not sure why that matters?
DENISE ESSEX: Maybe it doesn’t, maybe it does.
AUSTIN RAMSEY: Look I don’t know what you are playing at but can you just tell me please?
DENISE ESSEX: She’s with Cholo alright? Cholo… in HIS locker room!
Austin appears both surprised and puzzled by this but then comes off it.
AUSTIN RAMSEY: oh, okay then. Cholo is a good guy, thanks.
He starts to walk away but then Denise grabs his arm.
DENISE ESSEX: I’ll come with!
He looks at her hand and then at her.
AUSTIN RAMSEY: I know where to find the locker rooms, thank you Denise.
She lets him go and he walks away. The cameraman is laughing his ass off.
DENISE ESSEX: OH SHUT UP STEVE!
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The back of Colonial Life Arena is where the camera's are picking up because there was rumors of a crazed man on a Motorcycle coming towards the arena. The camera's dont want to miss it as they wait in anticipation. And moments later, their source was right as here comes a 2023 Suzuki GSX1300 R Sport Hayabusa that can top off at 194 miles per hour. As this bikes comes screaching in, it makes a sharp turn towards the parking area for WGWF management. As the bike makes a stop with a 3 foot skid mark, you see the visor of the helmet open, but its hard to see who it is. But the person is looking at 2 signs. One that says WGWF Owner Chris Page and the other says General Manager James Raven. The bike slowly moves towards the Page parking spot but decides to park in James Raven's spot. As the kickstand comes down, the helmet comes off and.......
J Mont gets off the Suzuki and lays the helmet on the seat. Looking around with a big smile on his face as he sees Denise Essex coming his way.
Denise Essex: Joe, can i get a few words from you?
J MONT: Anything for you Denise.
Denise Essex: You do realize you parked in the spot of James Raven.
J MONT: Does that guy even still work here? I think i punked him out and talked so much shit that he gave up the job and took a managers job at Arby's. I was going to park in Page's spot but decided against it last minute.
Denise Essex: Since you have come back to the WGWF, you have truly made more enemies then anyone in the industry today.
J MONT: Im not here to make friends. Im here to make RATINGS, get that fat CHECK and beat the living shit out of people. Most people dont like the way i conduct business, but my way has worked in the past and in the present and will hold up in the future.
Denise Essex: You have Mac Bane tonight in the Main Event. This is the 3rd time you guys are meeting in that ring and Mac beat you last time.
J MONT: Beat is such the wrong word. Cheated is more like it and this time, im going to make sure i get the job done and put that son of a bitch next to GOTH on the sidelines.
Denise Essex: Are you worried Peter Vaughn or Jim Caedus might interfere like you did in their Main Event?
J MONT: I dont think Jim or Peter have the balls to step foot into my match with Mac, and if they do, i have a surprise waiting for them. You have to remember Denise, i am always ahead of the game. Everyone here is scared to see J MONT as the WGWF WORLD CHAMPION. And i dont understand why. I fill up the arena's. Sell the most merchandise. Most watched videos on You Tube. I do it all, but for some reason, im bad for the business. Someone needs to explain this to me.
Denise Essex: Before we go, what is the deal with you and Sonya Benson?
J MONT: A guy cant have a girl as a friend or someone that has his back in the business? Sonya is killing it as TV Champion and i dare anyone to try to take that title from her.
Denise Essex: Any last words?
J MONT: The medical staff here in the WGWF really needs to check out Austin Ramsey because his head is not right. There is something wrong with that guy. But right now, my main FOCUS is going to that ring and shutting up Mac Bane, once and for all. Let's just say things are about to get TWIZTED!
J Mont grabs the mic from Denise Essex and launches it across the parking lot as he laughs. J Mont has arrived in style and is now entering the building.
Centurion: I hope Peter, Jim, Mac or anyone for that matter shuts this guy up and gets him out of here for good.
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We return to commercial break and see the two masked men from last week that destroyed Austin and Todricks car back at it again but this time they were taking baseball bats to the private locker room of the former tag team Champions. They bashed in their mirrors and table that had food on it and even pulled out some of their clothes and put them in the toilet and then took a piss on them.
CENTURION: How disgusting!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Disgusting is right, and these boys are too cowardly to show their faces.
The two masked men then go through their lockers and bags and start pulling out personal items that Austin and Todrick cherished the most. One of the masked men pulls out Todrick Fenty's cosmetic kit and walks back over to the toilet and starts dumping out all various types of Fenty products like mascara, the Fat Water toner, moisturizer, the eye peptide cream. The hand mask, the cherry lip oil. And her foundation, setting powder, and concealer.
CENTURION: These assholes are playing with fired now because one thing I know as a married man you don’t mess with someone’s Fenty.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Not to mention how expensive that stuff is, it’s worth more than my car.
After he empties it all in the toilet he takes a piss on it and laughs. Meanwhile, the other masked individual takes out Austin’s treasured customized red Louisville slugger baseball bat, he holds it up towards the light to admire it for a moment and then takes some practice swings with it.
Masked man one: Oh yeah I like the feel of this, too bad it belongs to a bitch like Austin!
He then uses the Louisville slugged to destroy the rest of the locker room as he takes shots at their lockers, putting huge dents in them and even putting some holes in the wall, along with bashing in their 60-inch flat-screen tv.
CENTURION: I'm not sure who these guys are but what I can tell you is that they got hell coming their way from the former tag team Champions.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I think it's clear who's behind these random acts of destruction. Last Brawl the distraction of their car being destroyed happened right before their Tag Team Title match which benefited the now new Tag Team Champions Big Pun and Damage.
CENTURION: That's one hell of an accusation.
After they finish damaging the locker room the two masked men laugh together and look at the camera.
Masked Man One: Well Show Stealerz looks like your bad luck just continues.. Your car gets destroyed, then Austin adds another dumb personality to the mix, loses the tag team titles, and now... Well, I think we all know what tragedy struck you this time, so tighten up because will be seeing you soon.
The first masked man walks off leaving the second behind for a moment.
Masked Man Two: Sorry about your damn luck!
The camera feed cuts as they walk off leaving the locker room in a mess.
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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentleman next contest is scheduled for one fall….
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… representing CCPE, JIM CAEDUS!!
The now familiar opening notes to "Ready Steady Go" by Paul Oakenfold begin to blast from the PA moments before the ring announcer plugs. The fans erupt. As the spiel is unloaded the lights cut, plunging the arena in darkness before silver strobes begin to flash and silver spotlights begin to continuously wave from along the length of the entrance walkway to the crowd and back.
Obviously practiced and well-timed, the moment the announcer finishes, "ready, steady, g-g-go!" is let fly by the song's vocalist and silver pyro erupts from the egress. Before the cloud of smoke dissipates, Jim Caedus emerges as the house lights come up. His hair hangs freely, bandanna covering the majority of his face, his eyes absent of emotion as he surveys the crowd of cheering Caedus marks and smarks as well as the haters shouting insults, Fuck You and booing.
As the music continues he turns his attention to the ring and it's inhabitant(s) before advancing forward while carefully gathering his long blonde hair into a secured samurai-style bun. At ringside he removes his bandanna and scales the steps, ascending to the apron and stepping through the ropes into battle.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And 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 referee shared a moment of pity towards the tiny Brooke compared to her opponent who is much larger and twice her weight. Jim not one of the biggest men on the roster but as the referee goes to signal for the bell he towers over the much smaller Brooke.
DING DING DING!!
CENTURION: Oh this looks so wrong.. He is massive compared to her!
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Not to mention twice her age and 10 times the experience!
Jim does not take pity on Brooke and immediately grabs her and pulls her into a side headlock cranking it in deep and Brooke struggles in his grip only to start landing elbow shots in his side and after the third one she breaks free from the hold and runs to the ropes but her intent is clear to see and as she goes for the baseball slide dropkick to the ankles he simply sidesteps her and as she gets up she is fuming but he just looks not impressed. She runs to the ropes again this time springboarding off the ropes and lands a springboard forearm that makes Jim take a single step back upon impact.
CENTURION: Come on girl you gotta bring more than that..
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Get nasty!
The smirk on the face of Jim angers her even more and she stomps on his toes with all she had and this had him grabbing his foot and taking advantage Brooke quickly kicks his other leg right in the shin. Running for the ropes again with a springboard DDT she plants Jim into the mat. She goes for the cover trying to lift the leg.
One..
Kickout! And as he does so sends Brooke flying off of him.
CENTURION: Oh that poor child..
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Oh shit.. Do you see that smile on Jim… That is evil..
Jim got to his feet and the dangerous glare in his eyes was fixated on the young Brooke and she knew this was bad and fled out of the ring running away from Jim but the taller man went after her and had quickly caught up with her. He flings her back into the ring following her in immediately but Brooke was already on her feet and started stomping on any part of Jim she could reach. Jim withstands the onslaught of strikes and gets back to his feet, Brooke backing up on her guard as Jim lunges forward with a lariat, but Brooke is able to dodge roll under it and get behind him, though the old man is faster than she thought and before she can react he’s already turned back and caught her in the side of the face with a reverse elbow.
CENTURION: Oh that pretty face is gonna be one big bruise
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Ouch.. She is gonna feel this match tomorrow..
Brooke is dazed which is where Jim wants her, able to get her without squirming and drives her into the mat with a spinebuster! Brooke’s head bounces off the mat and he goes for the cover..
ONE…
TWO..
Kickout!!
The impact was heavy but it’s not enough to keep her down for a three count. Jim grabs the blonde and picks her back up, Brooke trying to push him off but she’s too weak now and allows for Jim to wrap his arms around her waist, elevating her for a German Suplex but somehow Brooke lands on her feet! The gymnast in her takes over and she almost seems surprised herself, but quickly recovers and dashes at Jim as he’s getting up for a basement dropkick, connecting with the side of Jim’s face. Jim’s still coming though and Brooke runs at the ropes, leaping on them and springing back towards Jim with a forearm smash, knocking him flat on his back. She knows he can’t pin him yet so she goes for another springboard, this time flipping in the air and landing with a moonsault! This time Brooke hooks both legs..
ONE…
TWO!
Kickout!
She thought she had him for the win but barely gets a two!
CENTURION: You need to deliver more than to get Jim down and out.
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Brooke is giving it her all.. Go on girl!
Brooke hits the ropes again once she’s back on her feet but this time Jim is expecting it and side steps and springboard dropkick. She doesn’t give up though and gets back up, ducking under a spinning roundhouse kick and nailing a quick right cross across the jaw. Jim backs up, feeling the spot and goes for a knee lift as Brooke closes in, catching her in the midsection. She’s left open now for a follow up T-Bone suplex, lifting her offer feet and sending her sailing overhead to crash on the mat. Brooke lands on her face and is a little slow getting up, though she soon wishes she had taken even longer as when she is it’s a stiff headbutt right to the face that catches her Point Blank. This draws a very sympathetic ohh from the crowd as shes lifted up on Jim’s shoulders, walking around the ring before lifting her and driving her down neck first with his Katabasis and it’s elementary from here, just a quick cover and the referee slides in.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JIM CAEDUS
Match Time: 9:10
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The referee raised Jim’s hand letting go immediately to check on Brooke in the ring.
CENTURION: Well that was expected. Jim has the size, weight and experience advantage on Brooke. Although she showed her toughness here tonight.
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] She did really good but against this man good is not enough.
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A really funny Doritos commercial plays for the viewers at home and on the World’s Greatest Titan-Tron.
After the commercial is over we cut back to the ring where Sonya Benson is still being tended to, looking worse than she actually did before the commercial break. She’s since collapsed in a faint and medical staff are huddled around her.
CENTURION: Oh look at her in there trying to fake like she’s suffered an injury. The bitch is already looking to use what Kim did to her as an out from defending her Television Championship at War Games. What a conniving, cowardly woman!
Suddenly..
The music alarms Norris and Smith. The medics scramble out of the ring. The music continues.
“The bear lies.
The wolf cries.
The snow falls
Over all
The stars fold.
As foretold.
So begins
What ends all.”
As the music continues, Sonya “miraculously* is not injured anymore and sits up, looking alarmed also.
Then the music stops. Seconds linger by as Sonya is helped up, she and her entourage looking worried and confused. Alas, though, a familiar voice is heard. One that freezes Sonya in place. She begins shaking her head no no no!
Big Pun: Bitch, did you really think it was finished? Time is not your friend. Pain is your future. Sacrifices must be made. You’re too stupid to realize what’s about to happen. The WGWF is about to be shaken to the core. Your fall from grace is imminent. The “posse” you have will not be enough. Your blood will stain the ring. It will flow through the WGWF as a reminder of what happens when you cross The God of War. I’ve knocked you down to size and will do it again. You thought the last laugh was yours by taking my identity. However, you have opened a whole new approach for me. I’ve remastered my image. I’ve remastered my ability and now it's time to reveal what lies ahead. THE WRATH THAT FLOWS INSIDE MY BODY SHALL DESTROY THE WICKED BITCH OF WGWF!
Then, a pause.
RAGNAROK: IN THE NAME OF RAGNAROK! FOR I AM HE.
The voice is so powerful and commanding that it shakes the walls of the Colonial Life Arena, and then out of nowhere Ragnarok descends from the rafters with startling speed. Within seconds he is upon them, obliterating Smith and Norris with simultaneous one handed Chokeslams that rattle the ring and shake the steel trees that hold the ring together. The crowd doesn’t know what to make of it but they’re boisterous with their response.
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color]Holy shit! Puni- I mean RAGNAROK just one handed Chokeslam that behemoth Smith!
Ragnarok launches both men out of the ring and turns to the vile evil bitch who took everything from him! As with moments before, Sonya is frozen with fright, at least until he lunges for her. She turns and ALMOST makes it out of the ring, but he will not be denied. Ragnarok has come for Sonya Benson.
CENTURION:[/color] THIS IS THE GREATEST NIGHT I’VE HAD IN WGWF! ALL OF SONYA’S EVIL HAS COME HOME TO ROOST ON HER!!!!
No more words are spoken from the man she ruined. No theatrics. No stalling for grandeur. He violently wretches her head under his arm and into the Reverse DDT position, then spins with her in tow, ripping her sickeningly into the mat with EXPLOSIVE malice.
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] SPIN OF DOOM! She has met her reckoning!
CENTURION:[/color] Twice in one night!
The scene fades out with Ragnarok lording over the fallen bitch and belting a roar befitting a god of war!
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An aerial shot of downtown Toronto is shown on the tron. Soon after you hear the sounds of a helicopter as it roars around the Toronto night sky. Suddenly, the screen goes dark as do all of the lights but the sound of the chopper is heard for no more than a minute before One For The Money by Escape The Fate rings throughout the Colonial Life Arena. The WGWF fans erupt out of their seats with boo’s anticipating the arrival of Justin York.
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Here we go again..
The lights come back on as the music stops and Justin York’s voice can be heard.
Justin York- Thank you for the standing ovation. I’m sorry to disappoint but, I haven’t come to your dump of a city.
The fans continue to boo as Justin York appears on the tron from what appears to be his office in Toronto. He’s dressed in an all black suit and He has a shit eating grin on his face as he hauls back on a cigar and lets go of a cloud of smoke. Justin sticks up his middle finger and chuckles to himself as he allows the crowd to express their emotions.
Justin York- Judging by the looks of those in attendance I’m happy I didn’t come to your ass backwards hillbilly bullshit town.
Justin waves his hands toward himself taunting the crowd to continue booing. Instead of booing they begin a chant of “You-re an ass-hole” Justin takes a long haul of his cigar and exhales the smoke whilst grinning devilishly.
Justin York- It’s too goddamn easy… I saw the owner of the company that you’re all so invested in finally had the balls to address me in the matter that a “legend” is supposed to, ironic considering he knows I’m not in the arena. This is the man you’re all so high and mighty on? Give me a fuckin break.
Justin sets his cigar down, stands from his chair, and loosens his tie before ripping it off and tossing it at the camera.
Justin York- You said a whole bunch of mumbo-jumbo that meant two-fifths of fuck all in the grand scheme of things but there was a single solitary thing you mentioned that caught my attention. You won’t wrestle in your own company but you’ll fight. I’m fuckin game, you want non-sanctioned, you got it.
Justin picks up and takes one last puff of his cigar.
Justin York- You need to transform into some beast that hasn’t shown his face for what is it two years now Page? Enjoy your “fearless leader” while he lasts. See you soon, Painmaker.
The tron goes dark after a quick video of Justin York leaving Chris Page in a pile of his own blood and the fans are torn between cheers and boos as they hate York but the fight is highly anticipated.
DERRICK DIAMOND:[/color] Both men have spoken, all that’s left is to duke this one out!
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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentleman next contest is scheduled for one fall….
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… 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: And his opponent…
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: About to make his way to the ring, he is the WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, PETER VAUGHN!!
The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, darkly smirking down at the fans.
"This Time... It's Different."
After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the stage, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, two figures appear through the smoke and haze. Peter Vaughn walks forward first, followed by Chronic Chris Page stays behind him, smiling at the reaction Vaughn is getting. They stop at the top of the ramp, surveying the hatred from the crowd. From Vaughn's reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile, with Page right behind him. The two make their way into the ring, heading into a corner to discuss some last-minute strategy.
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The crowd roars in approval upon the opening bell. Fred and Peter walk out toward the center of the ring where they shake hands before backing away showing some signs of respect between the two. They circle each other and lock up. Fred immediately uses his size to muscle Vaughn back into the ropes. The referee starts laying the count to Fred who backs away at the four count giving Peter a clean break.
CENTURION: I’m not going to lie, I didn’t expect to see a clean break.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Let’s see if it lasts.
Peter comes off the ropes as he circles Fred. They lock up a second time, and Fred snatches a side headlock. Debonair starts cranking on the side of the head of Vaughn but Vaughn starts laying forearms on the taped ribs of Debonair before taking Fred back into the ropes and he shoots him across the ring, Fred bounces off the near side and into a drop-toe hold by Vaughn who floats over and starts rubbing Fred’s face into the mat. Vaughn pops back up to his feet as Fred gets to both knees with a look of disgust. The Kingdom steps up to his feet where they circle each other and look to lock up only to have Fred thumb Peter in the eye. Fred opens up with a series of right hands and forearm shots before taking Peter over with a snap mare. Debonair locks in a rear chin lock. The referee slides into position starting to ask Peter to surrender. Peter shakes off the referee. Debonair cranks back further on the head and neck of the World Heavyweight Champion. Peter starts working his way back to his feet, Vaughn turns into the chin lock and lands a side suplex to Debonair!
Peter makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Fred escapes with a kick out.
CENTURION: I think this is the first time these two have ever hooked up if memory serves. Both Vaughn and Debonair are arguably two of the top guys in our company… but if your name is Fred Debonair you’ve got yourself a John Cable problem.
Vaughn gets to his feet where he picks Fred up and lands a gut buster to Debonair! Fred clutches at his taped ribs as the attack from Vaughn continues when Peter starts stomping away at the taped ribs. Vaughn backs away as the referee is shown checking on Debonair. Vaughn comes forward reaching down picking up Fred where he shoots him into a neutral corner. Vaughn charges in after him only to eat a reverse elbow by Debonair.
Fred takes Vaughn down with a lariat.
Debonair backs up into the corner and climbs up on the middle rope. He leaps off the middle rope with an elbow drop to the sternum of Vaughn. Fred makes the cover hooking the near leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Vaughn kicks out.
CENTURION: A near fall for Debonair.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Close doesn’t count when you’re in there with the Champ.
Fred slowly gets to his feet, clutching at his taped ribs. He stomps down on Vaughn before picking him up. Fred locks a front face lock before snapping off a suplex. Fred works his way back to a vertical base. Debonair picks Vaughn up and lands a Side Russian Leg Sweep. Debonair floats over into the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Vaughn escapes with another kick out. Debonair is getting back to his feet. Fred picks Vaughn up and hammers him with a knife-edge chop. Fred takes Vaughn back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring, Vaughn bounces off the far side and ducks under a lariat, Vaughn puts on the brakes and waits for Fred who spins around and is met with a front handstand from Vaughn who snaps Fred over with a Handstand Headscissors take over!
Vaughn and Fred are both back to their feet where Vaughn takes Fred down with a Sling Blade!
Peter quickly makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Debonair kicks out! Peter gets back to a vertical base where he picks Fred up and locks in an abdominal stretch!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Vaughn continues to show signs of why he is who he is. He might not have caused the injuries to Fred but he’s going to capitalize on it.
The referee starts asking Fred if he wants to surrender. Fred shakes off the referee while Peter Vaughn cranks back on the abdominal stretch. The referee continues to ask Fred to surrender as Peter now starts using his free hand to pound away at the ribs. Fred shakes off the referee once again as Vaughn cranks back on the hold. Again the referee asks Fred to surrender and again he refuses before giving a last-ditch effort and counters with a hip toss takeover! Vaughn pops back up off the mat and into a reverse atomic drop by Debonair, Vaughn is sent bouncing off the ropes and into Northern Light Suplex with a bridge attempt.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Vaughn kicks out while Fred clutches at his ribs.
CENTURION: Fred is really favoring those ribs.
Debonair starts getting back to his feet. Fred picks Peter up where he takes him back into the ropes and sends Peter across the ring, Peter latches onto the top rope. Fred charges toward Peter who drops down and low bridges the top rope sending Debonair spilling out to the floor. Peter sizes up Fred and as he gets to his feet Vaughn bounces off the opposite ropes gaining a full head of steam where he dives through the top and middle rope with a suicide dive driving Fred lower back first into the security railing! Peter takes over as he bring Fred off the security railing, turns and drives Fred back into the ring apron lower back first! The referee lays the count to both men. Vaughn drives Debonair lower back first into the apron a second time before landing several knee strikes to the taped ribs!
Peter sends Fred back into the ring under the bottom ropes.
Vaughn climbs up to the apron before scaling the turnbuckles up to the top rope. In the ring Fred is getting back to his feet. Vaughn sets sail and with a flying cross body block! Vaughn has the cover.
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2!!
THRE…
Fred kicks out!
DERRICK DIAMOND: What a battle between two of the top tier talents the WGWF has to offer!
Vaughn doesn’t waste time in getting back to his feet where he reaches down picking up Debonair. Vaughn drives Fred back into a set of turnbuckles with a shoulder block. Peter drives several shoulders to the ribs further driving the air out of his lungs before hoisting Fred up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Peter steps up to the middle ropes where he looks to lock in a front face lock. Vaughn looks for the Superplex but Fred holds onto the top rope before hammering away with right hands to the ribs of Vaughn. Debonair shoves Vaughn off the top rope sending him crashing down to the mat!
Fred gathers himself and stands on the middle rope.
Vaughn starts getting to his feet and as he does Fred comes off the middle rope with a Code Breaker to Vaughn but the momentum sends him backward through the ropes and toppling down to the floor!
CENTURION: Tough break for Debonair!
Fred rolls out to the floor under the bottom rope where he starts to pick up Vaughn. Fred hurls Vaughn back into the ring. Debonair slides into the ring where he makes the cover hooking the leg of Vaughn.
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2!!
THRE…
Vaughn pops a shoulder off the mat to a huge gasp from the crowd. Fred, wincing in pain starts to push himself up off the mat as he has Vaughn in his sites.
Trenches by Pop Evil blast through the arena as the fans jump to their feet and cheer wildly for the returning Johnathan Cable’s music. Moments pass as green pinspots and white spotlights twirl and swirl through the arena as the fans roar, anticipating the Beasts arrival. As the heavy drums and guitars of the music kick in, a masked Johnathan Cable explodes through the curtain and out onto the stage with a primal scream as the fans cheer for their returning hero.After long minutes of deafening cheers from the arena around them, the fans finally calm down some, and Cable brings a mic to his mouth as he stares daggers at Fred Debonair down in the ring.
JOHN CABLE: “Two months, Fred! I have been down and out for the last two god damn months… and it’s all your fault you slimy sonofabitch. No… no… no… let me tell you something you might not know yet, Freddy, but you should… you see… there have been many men… many better men than you in fact… who have tried to take me out for one reason or another. Either I was in their way to achieve some lofty goal, or I had made an enemy of them by telling the world a cold hard truth about their beloved slimy superstar… but most of them… you included… were just afraid to admit they couldn’t take me out on their own! Man to man… one on one… right there in the middle of that ring… I am an immovable object… an unstoppable force… a monster among men… A BEAST with NO EQUAL… and Fred… of those men who had decided to try to remove me from the picture and failed… not a single one of them is still in the business… but here I stand… busted up and beaten down… and more than ready to take it all out on YOU at Wargames!” John explains as the crowd goes wild again at the mention of the next WGWF Pay Per View in just two weeks time.
JOHN CABLE: “Oh that’s right, Fred… It won’t be Johny B your facing at Wargames… because your dance card is already punched up for that night, son. I pulled all my investor clout to ensure that on that night… in Charlotte, North Carolina… you and I are set to end this thing once and for all… INSIDE OF AN IRON CIRCLE!”
John announces as he stares at Fred, drops the mic on the stage and walks off through the curtain as the crowd pops like crazy. Fred’s attention is diverted toward the top of the ramp allowing Vaughn to drop him with REVENGED! Vaughn makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: PETER VAUGHN
Match Time: 17:23
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CENTURION: Debonair allowed the distraction from Cable cost him! He took his eye off the ball, and with Peter Vaughn that’s all it took.
Vaughn gets to both knees where the referee raises his arm in the air.
CENTURION: On deck is War Games!
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The lights in the arena go out as a familiar female voice is heard.
Voice: You think you know me? You think my story is done. It has only just begun.
"Dead Inside" by Muse plays as Geri Miller, formerly Geri Vayden, steps out from behind the curtain. She smirks as the fans boo loudly. The former XWF Shooting Star smirks as she raises the microphone in her hands to her lips.
Geri: The fact that I was forgotten by so many as Derrick kept in the public eye, as XWF became a revolving door of talent. That shows how small minded each of you truly are. I am here for the chance to return myself to gold. To prove I still have it. I am here to show the corruption is only beginning. Open your mind up.
She drops the microphone and leaves the ring as she skips up the ramp.
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Cutting backstage…
JIM CAEDUS: "Kick 'is ass, Mac."
Jim Caedus walks out from Mac Bane's designated personal CCPE member dressing room, closes the door behind him and winds his way down the hall- stepping aside for crew members -towards his own. Raising his hand to the knob–
"Jim? A word if you don't mind?"
Jim releases the doorknob, turning to pin piercing icy blues on WGWF's own Denise Essex clutching a mic.
JIM CAEDUS: "Sup, girl. Yeah sure. Shoot."
DENISE ESSEX: "Jim, you made your debut at WrestleWars signing with CCPE then announced your intentions at the following Brawl to be not only a weapon for owner Chris Page but your stablemates as well, describing them as your 'brothers and sisters' for whom you expressed your loyalty."
Jim's eyes slide left then back to Denise, flipping his hands palms up signaling the universal "and?" response.
JIM CAEDUS: "Yeah? And?"
DENISE ESSEX: "Well my question for you is, why when next we heard from you did you levy such harsh words at each of your fellow 'brothers' leading into the War Games Captain Battle Royal and what explanation do you have for excluding them all from your draft picks for War Games itself?"
Jim casts an irritated glance over Denise's head, nigh rolling his eyes before returning his gaze to meet her own as she points the mic.
DENISE ESSEX: "In your opinion, does that come off as terribly loyal, Ji-"
JIM CAEDUS: "Now jus' hold the fuck up. Lemme answer fer fucksake...
Fer anyone who knows me, they know- to ME -an opponent is an opponent is an opponent. I don't give a shit if I'm facin' my own zombie mama, I'ma go in on my opponents full-bore wit' the intent t' WIN, unnerstand? This business is a competition, it ain't a fuckin' circle jerk- well, t' ME it ain't a circle jerk.
In the 27 years I been in the business I've only ever tagged up, stabled up, buddied up a handful 'a times. Know why?
Betrayal.
Been stabbed in the back enough times t' know that I ain't one who can jus' lower 'is guard an' NOT assume I ain't gonna become a target fer ANYONE in a match... friend, girlfriend, teammate, what have you. Does that mean that while in the same corner I ain't gonna be loyal? 'Course not. Remove the word opponent an' I'ma ride 'r die fer whomever, DESPITE the fact that still leaves me vulnerable but yo, it's my personal code. And when yer ME, that's as good as it can an' will get.
On the subject 'a the draft, I didn't seek t' make anyone feel snubbed, I didn't intend t' alienate any 'a my fellow CCPE stablemates, none 'a that. Ain't no disrespect t' any of 'em an' that's the truth. 'Cept maybe Sonya but she ain't exactly known fer her loyalty at ALL is she. She's a prime example 'a what I'm talkin' 'bout.
Anyway.
I'm new here, am I not? I made my return t' this sport knowin' FULL WELL I got more haters an' stigma glued t' my nuts than ever before. Add t' that my history wit' bein' betrayed and you should unnerstand I had no choice so early on but t' gravitate towards those in my past I KNOW I can rely on an' work wit'.
War Games ain't exactly the time t' experiment wit' who gels and who doesn't...an' that applies both fer ME in context wit' them an' them in context wit' me.
Again, I meant no disrespect t' my fellow stablemates, this is jus' business an' I strategically, logically, chose who I chose based on errything I jus' pointed out."
DENISE ESSEX: "Mhm. ...Well, thanks for your time Jim but uh, you may want to reconsider that line of logic."
JIM CAEDUS: "Fuck's that s'posed t' mean?"
DENISE ESSEX: "James Raven would like to speak to you in his office. Thank you again, Jim."
Without another word, Jim brushes past Denise making for Raven's office further down the hall, reaches his destination and enters.
JAMES RAVEN: "Yeah, come in."
The door to the GM’s office rotates out and to the right as Jim Caedus steps in, a look of intrigue on his face.
JIM CAEDUS: "Jimbo? S'goin' on?"
JAMES RAVEN: "You want the bad news first or.."
JIM CAEDUS: "Wonderful, it's like that. Gimme the bad."
JAMES RAVEN: "Nova Skye is out."
JIM CAEDUS: "HA!! Typical. Why the fuck should anything work smoothly fer me. Par fer the motherfuckin' course. So what's the reason?"
JAMES RAVEN: "Contracts can be a tricky thing. I did what I could, Jim."
JIM CAEDUS: "What a shocker. Fuckin' Marshall… So exactly what the SHIT am I s'posed t' do now? Y'all leavin' me handicapped wit' four on five or ya got a replacement in mind? And if so, WHO?"
JAMES RAVEN: "Uh.."
Through the open doorway comes a familiar figure, a playful sense of curiosity over his face.
JAMES RAVEN: "That guy."
Caedus turns around, a smirk now drawn on the face of Spencer Adams.
SPENCER ADAMS: “I accept..and you’re welcome."
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We return from a commercial break and get ready for the next match on the card but before things can even get started the theme music of Justin Cage begins to play over the speakers in COLONIAL LIFE ARENA and it sparks the fans into a massive for Justin Cage as they chant his name over and over again as he makes his way down the ramp slowly as he is clearly still in pain from last brawl when his brother Tyler Cage put him down.
CENTURION: It is amazing that Justin is even able to walk down this ramp.
DERRICK DIAMOND: You can see the stitches in his head he got after being busted open, he’s clearly in a lot of pain but Justin refuses to stay at home and collect a check.
Justin slowly walks up the steel steps and gets handed a microphone from the ring crew and then makes his way inside the ring. He looks around the arena as the sold-out arena chants his name for a few more minutes. After minutes of being praised Justin begins to lift the microphone up towards his lips.
Justin Cage: Man I got to tell ya I’m in a hell of a lot of pain right now but listening to you fans is all the Medicine I needed to come out here tonight
The faba give Justin another chat for a moment.
Justin Cage: Thank you, I wish I was out here to perform in front of you all but unfortunately, I'm not cleared to compete just yet and we all know who we can thank for that.
A LOUD FUCK TYLER chant breaks out around the arena.
CENTURION:The fans showing their full support of Justin Cage and making it clear that Tyler Cage is not welcome here.
Derrick Diamond: That may be true but knowing Tyler he probably doesn't give a damn if they love him or hate him.
Justin laughs at the chants and then gets the fans to settle back down as he lifts his microphone back up.
Justin Cage: I hear you WGWF fans I really do and I wish I was out here to put my foot up Tyler's ass but the little brother in me wants to try and fix things without any more violence . Tyler and I were close once as brothers should be but something has changed since I’ve been recovering my achilles injury for the last year and a half. My brother has become more selfish and his ego has only grow but as I stand right here in this ring I am asking my big brother to come down to this ring and explain his actions to me like a MAN! So that we can work this out like BROTHERS!!!
CENTURION: Justin calling out his big brother!
The fans chant MAN UP over and over again throughout the arena as Justin stands in the ring waiting for his brother to arrive but after a few minutes Tyler never arrives and Justin just shakes his head as he lifts the microphone.
Justin Cage: COME ONE TYLER!!!!
Just then the big screen in the arena flickers on and as the picture becomes clear we see Tyler Cage sipping on a coconut drink while laying back on a lounge chair on the sunny beach of Los Angeles California while two hot blonde baddies massage his shoulders. He smirks as he lifts his shades off and gives a wink to the camera.
Tyler Cage: Hey there losers, and the biggest loser in the world is my baby brother Justin. You should really pay attention to the business bro, I’m not like these other average joes in the locker room. I don’t work no regular schedule. I’m a prize fighter , I only show up when the check is right and the prize is right. I’m BIGMONEY TYLER CAGE!
Justin shakes his head and looks up at the screen with disappointment.
Justin Cage: Sounds like you making excuses Mr.Bigtime. You can run Tyler but sooner or late you have to answer the music.
Tyler laughs for a moment and sits up straight in his chair now as he looks towards the camera.
Tyler Cage: Justin I’m a busy man, I’m not just a professional wrestler bro, I’m bigger than that. I’m the Christcore Champion over at CCW and I’m getting ready to headline a seven day event that i'm going to draw eyes too because Im money and then on May 28 I’ll be in Chiyoda, Tokyo, Japan for my third MMA fight as I plan and will defeat their homeland hero Masime Rose and become 3-0 in another sport that none of you losers on the roster could make it out of training camp. So as you see brother I’m not hiding from you, I'm just a high in-demand star who doesn't have time for your bullshit.
Tyler laughs to himself and then when he looks at The Baddies they laugh along with him.
Tyler Cage: You see Justin nobody takes you seriously, nobody sees you as a threat? Let alone a star. Your comeback is a joke, everything about you screams clown show. You're wasting those loser fans' time, you're wasting Chris Page money for even giving you a contract and paying you, your wasting your own damn time and most importantly you're wasting BIGMONEYS time and time is money! You should've did us all a favor and stayed at home but instead you had to try and have some sweet come-back story but when I'm done handling business i'll be back in the WGWF to make sure I finish what I started last Brawl, I'm going to cripple your ASS JUSTIN!!!
Tyler takes a sip out of his coconut drink for a moment.
Tyler Cage: But until then BYE BYE BITCH!!!
Tyler laughs as he cuts the feed from his phone and then the hard cam focuses on Justin standing in the ring shaking his head with almost tears in his eyes. He drops the microphone and makes his exit out of the ring and then walks up the ramp as the fans cheer him up with a standing ovation but Justin just looks defeated as he heads toward the back.
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We cut to the backstage area where we find Austin Ramsey pacing outside of Cholo’s locker room. He looks like he is about to knock, then hesitates, then maybe puts his ear to the door, no, he hesitates again and shakes his head.
AUSTIN RAMSEY: No, that’s just crazy.
He knocks on the door but no one opens right away. A few moments go by and then he knocks again; still no answer. He goes to knock a third time but the door opens slightly and Cholo pops his head out.
CHOLO: Yeah what’s up? Oh hey Austin! Como estas hombre?
AUSTIN RAMSEY: I’m good, thanks man. Listen, Todrick is not here with you, is she?
Cholo studies him briefly before answering and then pops his head back inside his locker room. Austin is wondering what is going on but before his mind can wander, Cholo pops his head back out and then pushes the door open. In the back, sitting on a leather loveseat is Todrick, looking up at Austin.
AUSTIN RAMSEY: Hey babe.
TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY: Austin.
Austin looks at her a bit hurt at the cold greeting and then a Cholo who is not smiling like his usual self. He looks back at Todrick but before he can say anything, Cholo slaps him on the shoulder, leaving his hand there and Austin looks at it before looking back at him.
CHOLO: I think you two need to talk, so come in, use Cholo’s locker room. There is food and drink, help yourselves. Cholo is gonna take a walk.
Now he smiles at Austin and then leaves… Austin watches him go with a puzzled look and then back at Todrick who is looking away. He takes a deep breath and goes inside, then closes the door behind him.
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We open up to a pre recorded sit down interview between Centurion and Melissa, who is accompanied to fellow friends, Whisperand Kim Pain for moral support. Melissa is holding Whisperhand while struggling to maintain her emotions.
Centurion: Welcome to a sitdown interview, we are joined by Melissa, who is the fiancè of Hall of Famer Goth, who got viciously attacked by Joe Montuori on the last Brawl. Melissa, thank you for joining me for this interview.
Melissa nods her head but remains silent.
Centurion: Melissa, can you tell me how things are with Goth?
Melissa takes a deep breath before letting out a sigh
Melissa: The medics brought him to the nearest hospital where he underwent surgery, that went succesfully as he is preparing for his rehab to return to the ring.
Centurion: That must be great news, but aren’t you worried about his return? Seeing how Joe…,
Melissa raises her hand to stop Centurion from talking.
Melissa: You want to know if I am worried for him to retutn because of what this MONSTER did to him? Worried for a repeat?? I may be a wrestler as well, i may know the dangers of having enemies as much as Goth does. But I know that Joseph Montuorie will never see HIM coming. And when he realizes what has happened, it will all be too late.
Centurion: Can you clarify what you meant with that stayement, but also why did you refer him to…
Melissa: Why i referred to him as Joseph??
She looks at Kim, who places a hand on top of hers and Whispers as she sighs
[color=orangeMelissa:[/color] Goth once told me that in this business you easily learn to hate, but in truth we should pity those who try. Do you understand that Centurion?
Centurion is about to answer, but Melissa shakes her head.
: It was just a rhetorical question. You see, it has lightened a fure unserneath Goth he has forgotteb he had possessed. Something he is saddened to realize that he has to do evil things upon those who has wronged him. And that is what Joseph must come face to face with reality sooner or later.
She closes her eyes for a moment
Melissa: He has vowed to me, that he would make Joseph see the errors of his ways. Make him choose to kneel in front of him and beg for forgiveness, or force him to suffer as HE has done and bare the weight of shame when he holds the cross of shame over his shoulder, preparing for his own demise. The truth shall come and HE shall look him straight into his eyes. And rest assured, Joseph will know he has met his maker.
With that Melissa gets up and walks off.
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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentleman next contest is you FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENINGl….
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… representing CCPE, JOE MONTUORI!!
See I believe in money, power, and respect
First You get the money
Then you get the muthafuckin, power
After you get the fuckin' power
Muthafuckas will respect you
[Pyros shoot off like its the 4th of July. When the smoke clears, standing on the entrance way with a grin that all the fans cant stand. He walks down the aisle to cheers and boos and just laughs it off. When he gets into the ring, he climbs up the top turnbuckle, looks around then raises his arms like he is the king of the world.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And his opponent…
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Also representing CCPE, he is MAC BANE!
As the first cords of “The Enemy” by Godsmack begin to play, the big Texan is out on the stage, accompanied by Kat Jones and the crowd erupts. He is attired in all black, leather duster, trunks, cowboy hat and boots. He stares downward as the pyro erupts behind him and on both sides. The lights go out and then a single spotlight shines on him. He raises his head up to a more natural position and then looks to the sky. He raises both arms in the “Hook’em Horns” fashion and then snaps his arms back down by his side as pyro erupts from the ring post. He nods his head along with the music as he continues down the ramp with Kat by his side and finally to the ring steps, he pauses there briefly as he stares out an enthusiastic crowd. He wipes his feet on the ring apron before finally entering the ring.
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The referee calls for the bell and immediately Mac explodes toward J Mont taking him down with a double leg takedown where he hits a mount position and starts hammering down with right hands to a roar from the South Carolina crowd! Mac Bane jumps back up to his feet, snatches J Mont to a vertical base, and sends him sailing through the top and middle ropes and out to the floor! Mac drops down to the mat where he rolls out to the floor followed by the referee!
CENTURION: This one isn’t taking long before hitting the floor.
DERRICK DIAMOND: From what I’ve seen over the last several months since the relaunch IS a heated rivalry between Bane and Mont, I don’t expect this is be nothing less than an all-out war.
Bane stomps down across the back of J Mont before picking him up off the floor where he looks to shoot him into the steel steps, Mont reverses and it’s Bane who is sent crashing into the ring steps. J Mont doesn’t hesitate in tossing the ring apron back, reaches under the ring, and pulls out a black steel chair to boo from the crowd. Mac Bane gets back to his feet where he walks into a gut shot with the rounded end of the chair by J Mont that doubles over Mac and allows Mont to blast Bane across the back with a shot that echoes throughout the arena while sending Mac down to the floor.
CENTURION: J Mont has managed to turn this one around, but for how long?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Better question is do you think Jim Caedus or Peter Vaughn are going to look for some retribution following the interference from J Mont during the World Title match two weeks ago at Championship Monday?
Mont slides the chair into the ring before turning his attention back toward Mac Bane, he picks Mac up and bounces him head-first off the ring apron before hip-tossing Bane into the security barrier. The crowd boos J Mont as he snatches a cup from a kid sitting ringside and when Mac pulls himself up to his feet J Mont hurls the cup contents into his eyes! Mac starts swinging wildly into the air but doesn’t connect as J Mont drives a boot to the midsection before snapping off a suplex on the floor. Mont floats over into a cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Bane kicks out to a pop from the crowd as J Mont gets back to his feet stomping away at Mac Bane before picking him up and bringing him around the corner of the ring toward the announcer's table.
DERRICK DIAMOND: They’re right out in front of us!
J Mont looks to drive Mac face-first off the announcer’s desk.
DERRICK DIAMOND: INCOMING!
Mac puts on the brakes with both hands and counters with an elbow to the midsection before introducing J Mont’s face into the announcer’s table with a sickening thud! Mac drives Mont’s face off the table a second time, then a third before scoop-slamming J Mont on the floor!
CENTURION: You picked a hell of a night to come back to the WGWF, Mr. Diamond.
DERRICK DIAMOND: If that isn’t the truth I don’t know what is.
Mac tosses the ring apron back and pulls out a Kendo Stick to a huge roar from the South Carolina crowd. J Mont pushes himself up to all fours and Mac starts wearing him out with shots across the back! The crowd pops loudly with each strike as it echoes throughout the arena as Mac beats J Mont down to the floor! Mac hurls the kendo stick into the ring before picking J Mont up off the floor where he nails him with a staggering hard right hand around the corner of the ring. Mac comes around the corner post and sizes up J Mont, and when Mont turns around Mac comes forward with a Superkick! Mont ducks the kick and when Mac spins around Mont takes Mac over with a snap powerslam on the floor! Mont makes a second cover with a hook of the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Mac kicks out of the near fall garnering another ovation from the crowd. J Mont picks Mac up and takes him toward the ramp where he nails him with several right hands sending Mac several feet up the foot of the ramp. Mont explodes toward Mac looking for a lariat only to have Mac counter with a back body drop sending J Mont landing hard on the steel ramp with an echoing around the arena. J Mont clutches at his back while getting to a seated position on the ramp. Mac Bane lands a running kick to the spine of Mont before picking him up and taking him up the ramp to the top. It’s there Mac sets up and delivers a Piledriver to Mont on the stage!
Bane looks for the cover!
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2!!
THR…
Mont pops a shoulder up to a gasp from the crowd.
DERRICK DIAMOND: You can tell this one is personal.
Mac Bane is the first back up to his feet where he picks J Mont up and takes him through the curtain and through the gorilla position where agents and producers are seen scattering. Mac Bane decks J Mont with a hard right hand sending him back into the loading dock area. Mac gives chase only to be met by a rake across the eyes of J Mont. J Mont takes Mac Bane and drives him face-first off a nearby table with various snacks sending things flying. J Mont takes Mac and takes him up for a side suplex releasing him and sending Mac crashing down and through the table!
J Mont drops down making the cover.
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2!!
THRE…
Mac escapes with a kick out to a pop from inside the arena. J Mont gets back to his feet where he backs away from Mac and starts to tune up his punting boot. Mac Bane rolls out from the broken table and starts pushing himself up off the concrete floor. J Mont runs forward looking for the punt to the skull! Mac Bane is able to throw his head out of harm’s way moments before impact! J Mont spins around and walks into a low blow by Mac Bane!
CENTURION: This match is so critical for both of these two men that they are throwing all caution to the wind.
DERRICK DIAMOND: We have ourselves an all-out war on our hands.
Mac Bane works his way back to his feet where he takes J Mont by both legs and falls backward catapulting Mont into a concrete wall with a sickening splat causing Mont to bounce off the wall and into a School Boy by Mac Bane.
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2!!
THRE..
Mont escapes with a kick out. Both men are slower to get to their feet but they do with Mont swinging at Mac, Mac blocks and counters with an open-hand chop across Mont’s chest before decking him with a right hand! Mac takes Mont past the production trucks and out the roll-up door!
DERRICK DIAMOND: They’ve taken this outside the arena!
CENTURION: Mac Bane hasn’t found a parking lot he doesn’t love.
Mac Bane decks J Mont with another right hand sending him staggering back up the ramp to a side parking lot. Mac comes forward with a boot to the midsection before taking J Mont and bodyslamming him down on a car hood! Mac covers J Mont on the hood.
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2!!
THRE…
J Mont escapes with a kick out. Mac Bane starts choking Mont with both hands across his throat! The referee is powerless to do anything but observe. Mac stops the choke and starts hammering down with straight right hands before pulling Mont off the hood of the car and sending him crashing down on the asphalt of the parking lot.
DERRICK DIAMOND: This has been one hell of a night to come back to the WGWF, and now watching the disdain flow from Mac Bane and J Mont is the icing on the cake.
Mac Bane begins stomping down on J Mont. Mac reaches down picking J Mont up where he turns his attention toward a huge tour bus. Mac looks to drive Mont into the truck but Mont counters and it’s Mac who smashes off the tour bus and spins around where Mac walks into Spin Buster slam onto the asphalt! J Mont makes a cover.
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2!!
THRE…
Mac Bane escapes with a kick out! J Mont pounds away with right hands to the forehead of Bane. J Mont steps up to his feet where he turns his attention to the parked tour bus. J Mont walks over and opens up the luggage compartment where conveniently there is a STUN GUN!
CENTURION: This isn’t J Mont, this is TWIZTED THOUGHTZ!
Mont presses the button sending the loud crackling sounds of electrical current echoing all around. Mac Bane starts pushing himself up to one knee. Mont turns his attention toward Mac and comes toward him with the Stun Gun! Bane catches him with a right hand to the midsection sending the stun gun dropping from Mont’s hand. Mac steps up to his feet but it is nailed with a knee across the midsection.
Mont takes Mac and drives him face-first off the trunk of a busted-up yellow Datsun.
DERRICK DIAMOND: THAT’S MY CAR!
Mont turns and snatches the camera off the shoulder of the cameraman! Mac doesn’t see it coming as Mont shatters the camera off Bane’s skull causing the feed to cut out! A secondary camera is dispatched from inside the arena. We get a shot of a bouncing scene that meets J Mont who has a busted wide-open Mac Bane by the hair as he brings him back toward the loading dock
CENTURION: Mac Bane has been busted wide open!
Mont hurls Mac back through the roll-up door and back into the arena! J Mont starts sizing up Mac Bane for a JKO when suddenly the loud sound of electricity is heard. Mont spins around to find Peter Vaughn with the Stun Gun! Peter jams it into the side of J Mont sending massive amounts of electrical current through his body. J Mont collapses to the ground with Mac Bane crawling into a cover.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: MAC BANE
Match Time: 18:45
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Peter helps Mac Bane up to his feet while the referee raises Mac’s arm in the air.
CENTURION: Vaughn got a little measure of revenge on J Mont and essentially cost him this crucial match against Mac Bane.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I mean, I can’t necessarily disagree with the actions of the World Champion. J Mont DID put more dents in my Datsun.
Vaughn and Mac Bane spin around where they go face to face with Jim Caedus and Spencer Adams. An intense staredown between two of each War Games Team takes us off the air.
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Match Credits: Kat Jones and Chris Page
Graphics: Lexi Gold
Segments: Fred Debonair, Johnny Bacchus, John Cable, Lexi Gold, Mike Mason, Sonya Benson, Kim Pain, Big Pun, Damage, Chris Page, Justin York, Goth, “Cholo” Giovanni Santanna, John Cable, and “Twizted Thoughtz” Joe Montuori
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