Brawl Results: 6.19.23

[Chris Page]

We cut to the parking lot hours prior to the show, where we see fans gathered behind a fence with signs and cameras as they await for their favorite WGWF superstars to pull up in their vehicles. A few minutes went by, and we saw a red Volkswagen Beetle pull up and find a parking spot. Two women get out of the vehicle and proceed to walk to the trunk of the car, then upon opening it, they both pull out their luggage. The women are revealed to be Pax Egan and KC Cooper of Cassette Collective. Once they got a grip on their luggage, they both made their way toward the screaming and excited fans who were waiting to meet them. They made sure to sign every single autograph and take photos. Once they are done, KC whispers something in Pax's ear, then tries to get the attention of all the fans.

Pax: KC just had an idea. To show our appreciation for you guys and to give back for the support you've shown us we want to invite you inside the arena to come hang out with us backstage. If you are on your best behavior, we'll even give you a tour.

The fans react by screaming and jumping up and down after hearing all this. Pax sighs and turns to face KC with her arms crossed.

Pax: Are you sure we won't get in trouble?

KC slaps her shoulder and laughs.

KC: Of course not, silly. This may be the only chance they get to experience this type of thing. Now, don't be a Debbie Downer and let them be happy. I promise you everything will be fine, just look at their smiles on their faces.

Pax: Yeah, it's nice seeing that. Let's do this, but if anything goes wrong, you are taking the full blame, Cooper.

KC: Oh relax, what could possibly go wrong?

KC motions for the fans to jump over the fence, then leads the wild group of fans inside the arena. Pax shakes her head as she stands by and watches. Eventually, she catches up to her friend as the two lead them together and head inside the arena as the scene cuts away.

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Monday Night Brawl takes the air live from the State Farm Arena in Atlanta, Georgia Coding Rhodes is seen already in the ring awaiting his opponent.

”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Our opening match is scheduled for one fall with a ten-minute time limit.







Now familiar opening notes to "Ready Steady Go" by Paul Oakenfold begin to blast from the PA. The lights cut out, plunging the arena in darkness before silver strobes start to flash and silver spotlights begin to continuously wave from along the length of the entrance walkway to the crowd and back.

”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing the opponent, accompanied to the ring by LYCANA...from Long Beach, California, weighing in at 237 poooooounds...JIM...CAEDUS!!

Obviously practiced and well timed, the moment Harvey Marx 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, Lycana beside him in all her blue/black gothic glory. Jim's hair hangs freely, bandana 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. Lycana seems to be getting a hell of a lot of positive, perhaps unwelcome, attention.

CENTURION: Well hello, Lycana. Talk about easy on the eyes-- Is that a FANNY PACK around Caedus's waist??

DERRICK DIAMOND: *laughing* It sure the hell is, Cent. Looks good on him!

As the music continues Jim shares a few words with Lycana, kisses her on the cheek, then turns his attention to the ring and it's inhabitants before the duo advance forward. Jim looks to be clutching something black and wadded up in his right hand.

DERRICK DIAMOND: What's that Jim's holding?

CENTURION: Looks like a shirt or rag or something. I'm sure we'll find out momentarily.

Carefully gathering his long blonde hair into a secured samurai-style bun, once at ringside Jim removes his bandana and the fanny pack, handing both to Lycana, then ascends the steps and through the ropes into the ring still clutching that wadded-up black object. As the music ends...

We can barely hear Jim speaking to Coding Rhodes, gesturing for him to approach.

CENTURION: Not sure what this is all about but if I were Coding Rhodes I wouldn't do it.

Coding Rhodes walks on over to Jim.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Well, he do'd it.

With an expression conveying anything but a threat, Jim says a few words to Coding, Coding replies pointing to the wadded-up object in question. Jim raises the object to the hard camera, revealing it to be—










































DERRICK DIAMOND: A Peter Vaughn shirt?

Again with a split right down the middle, the fans either react with laughter/knowing anticipation or hatred/also knowing anticipation. Lycana winks to the camera from ringside, with a "Hi Pete".

CENTURION: I'm not sure Coding Rhodes will like where this is headed.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Well, now, Cent, don't jump to conclusions. I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason why Jim brought that down to the ring.

CENTURION: "Good reason" specifically applies to one's own perspective.

Jim turns to show Coding the shirt, Coding gestures to himself "For me?", Jim nods with a smile and invites him to put it on. Coding shrugs with a grin and accepts the gift, pulling it on. Jim gives him a thumbs up and a "not bad" nod. Rhodes turns to hard camera to gauge the fans' reactions.

DERRICK DIAMOND: See? Nothing to worry about.

CENTURION: For crying out loud, Derrick, how much energy is it taking to feign gullibility right now?

DERRICK DIAMOND: Quite a bit.

Jim's smile melts behind Rhodes's back, a mask of menace replacing cordiality.

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Coding Rhodes, still smiling, is immediately hit with an unbelievably stiff Purgatory Punch--


CRACK!!


--and drops awkwardly, out cold.

CENTURION: GEEZUS!

It's taken the ref only a couple seconds to realize Coding Rhodes is KO'd. Not bothering with a ten count, he calls for the bell.


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WINNER OF THE MATCH: JIM CAEDUS
Match Time: 00:04


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DERRICK DIAMOND: I'm surprised his head is still attached to his neck!

Jim calls for a microphone while EMTs scurry down to remove a still-unconscious Rhodes. Catching the mic on the toss, Jim leans over the top rope to lend Lycana a hand stepping up onto the ring apron, then parts the ropes for her to enter amidst a chorus of boos while the fans applaud in the wake of that record-setting (?) match. Ly hands Jim the fanny pack which he straps back around his waist. He thanks her to a smile in reply.

CENTURION: You win the award for Goes Without Saying statements.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Rude.

JIM CAEDUS: If ya didn't see-- SHUT UP!! The booing only increases at that, though the fans find the triggering amusing. Jim continues, louder. ......If ya didn't see War Games, first of all shame on you y'cheap bastards, and second of all, here's whatch'ya'll missed...




PLAYBACK




Jimmy looks over in Ring One seeing the referee asking Dolly to surrender and see’s her going limp. Caedus makes the judgment call as Main pounds on the forehead of Outcast while Spencer chokes away Outcast. The referee in Ring One feverishly asks Dolly to surrender as she drops to one knee. From out of nowhere Lycana flies onto the screen with a missile dropkick to Cholo breaking the Full Nelson to a smile from Caedus. Jimmy turns his attention to Vaughn as he takes the syringe and moves it within inches of Outcast’s veins. Caedus makes eye contact with Vaughn threatening Outcast when Vaughn surrenders to save his teammate.



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WINNERS OF WARGAMES: TEAM CAEDUS
Match Time: 36:43


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CENTURION:This one is finally over! Team Caedus has defeated Team Vaughn, and if I am in Peter’s shoes I would have done the same thing.

Caedus drops the syringe in the ring as Spencer releases the choke on Outcast. Lycana helps Dolly over into Ring Two as the team has their arms raised in the air. Caedus points at Vaughn and is saying something but it’s inaudible. Suddenly the crowd starts to roar with boos as JOE MONTUORI jumps the barrier at ringside! He invades the timekeeper area and snatches the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.

DERRICK DIAMOND: While all this is going on in the ring J Mont just stole the title

J Mont jumps back over the barrier and escapes through the crowd with the World Title and Vaughn still cuffed to the cage. War Games leaves the air. We return to the live feed from the State Farm Arena, the fans' reaction to the footage split right down the middle.

JIM CAEDUS: Oh my GOD was that satisfyin'! After what happened at XWF Fire & Ice 2022, after our title match on Championship Monday, after more than a YEAR 'a hearin' you wax superior claimin' how y'dismantled APEX an' put Jim Caedus down-- How's it feel Pete, huh? How's it feel, on such a grand stage, t' get knocked the hell outta that position of oh so high an' mighty? Knocked right off that pedestal of "perfection" jus' like I perfectly knocked Coding Rhodes into oblivion!

Jim soaks up the booing from Vaughn's fans as he unzips his fanny pack, first pulling free a toothbrush (he pops back in with an "oops") followed by a pair of handcuffs. Again the booing increases. He tosses the handcuffs, which had been used to secure Flynn and Vaughn during the match, to the mat for the camera to zoom in on. When the lens has returned to Caedus he's produced–

CENTURION: The syringe! It's that syringe he threatened to inject Outcast with to force a surrender from Vaughn!

--which he raises triumphantly as if it's the World Title itself, the booing increasing further before a chant rises up from the stands.

HATERS: YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!

YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!

YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!

YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!

Lycana raises an eyebrow, rolling her eyes.

JIM CAEDUS: "I screwed Vaughn-" shut the fuck up y'dick ridin' muppets. You an' all those like you actin' as if P-V sum'in amazin', like 'is ass makin' The Rushmore on any legitimate list, buyin' into the hype he an' 'is yes-men an' women been pushin' fer how long now. Like those assholes on Twitter, y'all jus' a pack 'a Vaughn simps pissin' an' moanin' an' mopin' like the world came to an end over 'is bitchass losin' simply because I was involved. Go fuck yerselves.

The Caedus fans ovate, overpowering the booing haters. Lycana nods her head, mouthing "damn right".

As fer you Pete...what a filthy trick I pulled. What a low down thing fer me t' do, right?

CENTURION: Well, it was a pretty rotten thing to do, Jim. Threatening to get a man shooting for personal redemption off the wagon yet again.

JIM CAEDUS: Low down my ass...I ain't no gutless cheater; this damn thing was filled wit' SALINE SOLUTION.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Sounds like it was more so mind games if we can take him at his word, Cent.

Jim drops the syringe back into his fanny pack before zipping it up. SO...where does this leave US, Petey? What exactly is the next step fer what's quickly becomin' one 'a the most bitter rivalries in the history 'a this business? ......I'll tell ya where...


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The fans ovate yet again. Jim hollers over them.

JIM CAEDUS: And after Team Caedus DESTROYED yer team at War Games, I DAMN sure KNOW I deserve it!!

Again the Caedus fans explode, this time as Vaughn's fans again make their feelings known…

HATERS: YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!

YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!

YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!

YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!

Jim ignores the chant and continues.

JIM CAEDUS: The Vaughn Era is ENDING!! I'll be waitin' t' watch y'unleash another patented Peter tantrum, or put on a false front of apathy fakin' like y'ain't upset over what's occurred or actually OWNIN' it considerin' I jus' preemptively calledja out for it y'smartass gimp. Jus' make sure whatever avenue ya take, 1: y'evolve that dumbass catch phrase y'been ironically shovin' fer FAR too long y'static fuckin' HACK. And 2: Realize that'cha ain't gonna dodge me, Pete.

Caedus tosses the microphone down to the mat as he intently gazes into the camera

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We open inside the catering and cafeteria hall backstage and a line of wrestlers are going down the line getting served their food. The camera roams and lands on a strong and fierce looking Japanese woman in traditional attire and a strong but elderly bald Japanese man holding the flag of Japan.

The Japanese woman motions to the plots of food as she walks by, and she is not impressed.

Japanese Woman: Disgusting American food. Where is Japanese food huh? I see Mexican food. I see Arabic food. I see many but no my kind.

The Glizzy Boyz saunter up and cut in line.

Japanese Woman: Hey, there is line here.

The Glizzy Boyz: Yeah, we know.

Japanese Woman: Well this not end of line.

One of them pulls out a piece of paper.

Bruno Tattaglia: Look tootsie, we have a profile. Us talent enhancers get to cut lines. Perks of the job.

The elderly Japanese man says something in his native tongue to the Japanese woman and she snatches the paper from him then rips it up. The elderly Japanese man whacks Bruno across the face with the wooden part of the flag and all hell breaks loose between them. Food and trays fly. Wrestlers dodge out of the way.

Phillip Tattaglia clocks the Japanese woman across the face with a tray and is alarmed to find her laughing it off as she replies with a big “KONNICHIWA” and a hard style running boot to his grill piece. It sends him tumbling onto his back, so she climbs onto a table as everyone scatters and leaps off with a flying leg drop across the throat.

Bruno shakes off the flagpole shot to the face and slaps a headlock on the Japanese woman. She reaches up and places him in one as well. The two tussle until a loud and familiar voice is heard.

Flash Rotten: What the hell is all this? Stop it right now. I can’t even go get a bite to eat without something popping off.

Bruno and the Japanese woman let go of each other and Bruno helps his partner up. The Japanese woman spits at them while the elderly Japanese man pats her on the shoulder.

Flash Rotten: Aren’t you the new talent we signed from Japan? Akuma? Right?

She nods yes to him.

Flash Rotten: Interesting. I’m your co- General Manager, Flash Rotten, and since you liked ruining my meal as a first impression, you and those two Glizzy Boys will duke it out in a 2 vs 1 handicap match on the next Brawl. Good day and welcome to the World’s Greatest Wrestling Federation.

He moves along before Akuma or the Glizzy Boyz can respond.

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Austin and Todrick are walking towards their locker room, Austin opening the door for his lovely wife, but before they go in the sudden smell of something… wonderful hits them hard. That sweet-sweet smell of roses… lots of them… a locker-room full. Austin’s face right away contorts and it takes Todrick to put her arm around his shoulder and whisper something in his ear to prevent him from blowing up right there and then. They walk inside and are stunned to see the number of roses in the room, bouquet upon bouquet, bases upon bases of roses. They walk slowly but then jump back as a 3-men mariachi band begins to play a ‘ranchera’ version of “Just the Way You Are” by Bruno Mars. The front man has the voice of an angle, but not as good as Bruno of course. They both stand there stunned, Austin clearly pissed off, but Todrick is half amused as she grabs one of the roses and then smells it.

TODRICK: Hmmm, that’s nice.

AUSTIN: Give me that!

Austin snatches the rose and then smells it himself and as much as he wants to hate it, he can’t.

AUSTIN: Okay that’s not bad for cheap ass roses, but that’s it. I’ve had it, this is definitely Cholo! I’m going to go find him and kick his ass!

Just then the mariachis stop playing and the singer steps up and speaks.

MARIACHI SINGER: Amigo, stop, you do not have to go looking for Cholo, he is right here.

Austin stops in his tracks and turns to face the mariachi who removes his ridiculously long mustache, and then takes off his sombrero and the most beautiful afro you have ever seen pops up clearly restored after Cholo’s trip to hell. Cholo stands there, all smiles, and then grabs one of the roses and smells it himself.

CHOLO: These amigo, are not cheap ass roses. These are Juliet Roses grown by the man himself, David Austin, who personally delivered all of these to the arena tonight and was so kind to sign a note for Toddy over here. These are the most expensive roses in the world.

Austin gets face to face with Cholo.

AUSTIN: Fine, these are not cheap ass roses. What is your point?!

CHOLO: My point is, amigo… That if Cholo wanted to deliver roses to Toddy to try to sweep her off her feet, he would do it himself and he would do it just as he has done here tonight… Serenading a song he spent months practicing with famous fellow Latino hunk Luis Miguel in his private island off the coast of Mexico…. A song he was saving for that special someone….

Austin goes to interrupt Cholo but much like he did with Denisse, Cholo puts his index finger on Austin’s lips which he right away shoves off.

CHOLO: and Cholo says TRY because he knows it would never be more than that because unlike you, she is faithful and would never betray you.

That clearly hits a nerve with Austin but Cholo backs up and throws his arms to the side.

CHOLO: Amigo, Cholo came in peace, said what he needed to say, and he will leave in peace.

Cholo walks past Austin who doesn’t turn around, but as Cholo reaches the door, he stops and comes back.

CHOLO: Oh Austin, one more thing.

Austin annoyed turns around.

AUSTIN: Wha-

Cholo is right on him and plants a kiss, right on his lips! Grabbing his arms not allowing Austin to let go. You see Austin fight him off but for a quick second his knees give in before regaining composure and pushing Cholo off.

CHOLO: Now what compadre?!

Cholo smirks and then starts to walk away, looking at Toddy and winking; she smiles but is clearly holding back her laughter.

CHOLO: By the way, in case you are wondering what the taste in your mouth is… It’s piña colada… the pina was imported from the mountains of Machu Picchu, that’s in Peru, where they are selectively grown by 80-year-old abuelitas. Taste good don’t it?

But Cholo doesn’t stay to hear Austin’s answer, as he leaves the locker room, closing the door behind him. Austin wipes his mouth off frustrated and looks at Todrick with confused eyes.

TODRICK: Care to explain that?!

AUSTIN: Explain what?! HE KISSED ME!

TODRICK: MMMHMMM… I saw them knees buckle.

Todrick starts to take selfies with the roses as Austin is left speechless, not knowing what else to say. He turns around and notices the two other mariachis are still there…

MARIACHI: One more song señor?

AUSTIN: GET THE FUCK OUT!!!

The rush off as the scene fades to black.

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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first…





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: About to make their way to the ring, they are making their WGWF debuts, the CASSETTE COLLECTIVE!

We get a view of the stage where we see a colorful 80s inspired curtain backdrop, then on both sides of the stage are large Rubik's Cubes and boomboxes set up. "Spice Up Your Life" by The Spice Girls hit and both Pax and KC burst out from behind the curtain to cheers from the crowd as they run down the ramp and all around ringside where they clap some fans hands and engage with them before climbing up the steel steps and entering the ring through the bottom rope. From there they each climb the corner turnbuckles and taunt the hot crowd for a bit before jumping down at the same time and focusing their attention towards the stage where they stretch and prepare to meet their next opponents as the music cuts.





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing the opponents, first 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.





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Her partner, making her WGWF return… EMILY SIMMS!

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

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They immediately charged at each other going for a lock up in the middle of the ring. It was a stalemate as they are about the same size and they wrenched at the hold trying to get the upper hand. It is Emily that gets the upper hand eventually and spins around and puts a hammerlock on Pax. Pax tries to grab a hold of Emily but was unable to do so at that moment but the movement did give her the space to turn out of the move. Emily quickly kicks against the thigh of the left leg from Pax, causing Pax to stagger before dropping Pax with a hiptoss into a side headlock on the canvas. Pax manages to reverse the move as she manages to wrap her powerful legs around the head of Emily, managing to pull Emily down to the canvas as that forces Emily to let go off the hold that she had on Pax. Emily manages to escape the grip that Pax had on her, setting herself up for a kick to the head of Pax. But she ducks as she manages to grab the leg of Emily and rolls her up for a pin attempt.

ONE!!


TWO!!


TH..

Emily manages to kick out at the count of two. Pax grabs her hair and goes for a tag as KC has her arm extended before receiving the tag. Emily manages to break free in time before KC can do something as she tags in her tag team partner Brooke.

.. : Tag for Brooke! And the crowd loves it!

Now the always smiling Brooke tries to get the crowd on her side as she starts to clap her hands to get the crowd behind her. The two wrestlers circle each other before KC and Brooke lock arms. KC whips Brooke into the ropes with an Irish Whip, drops to the canvas as Brooke comes off the ropes and runs towards the opposite side of the ring. KC hits a standing dropkick after Brooke has come off the ropes and connects perfectly. KC wants to go for the cover, only to witness Brooke rolling underneath the bottom rope. She quickly charges towards the ropes on the opposite side and runs towards Brooke with a suicide dive that sends Brooke into the barricades. KC quickly grabs her by the arm as she whips her quickly back into the ring as she jumps upon the ring apron. There she measures Brooke before jumping on the ropes and executing a Springboard Leg Drop, but she only comes in contact with the canvas as Brooke had rolled out of the way at the final moment. Brooke quickly follows the misstep from KC by executing a standing Moonsault on top of KC and she hooks both legs.

ONE!!


TWO!!


TH…

.. : KC kicks out!

KC manages to push her shoulder off the canvas as this forces the match to continue. Brooke grabs her by the arm as she pulls her close towards her tag team partner who tags in. Emily climbs to the second turnbuckle before executing a Double Ax Handle on the arm that Brooke was holding for her. She quickly follows it up with a leg trip that sends KC to the canvas before going for a tag as she wraps KC in an Armbar before she gets a Swanton Bomb on top of her upper body before going for the cover as Emily quickly rolls out of the ring.

1!!


2!!


THR..


Brooke again turns her attention towards the fans, clapping her hands once more as this gets the crowd on her side. She quickly runs towards the turnbuckles and climbs the top turnbuckle before going for a Moonsault on top of KC, but KC manages to move out of the way as Brooke comes down hard on the canvas. This is the opportunity for KC to tag back in Pax and she grabs Brooke after tagging in her tag team partner and lifting Brooke up to set up the 50 shades of awesome.

.. : 50 Shades of Awesome connects on Brooke!

Pax jumps up and hits the Backcracker on Brooke before covering Brooke as KC rolls out of the ring.

1!!


2!!


THRE…

The count is being broken up by Emily who has jumped into the ring and pushes Pax off of Brooke. This forces KC to run into the ring as well as now all four competitors are inside the ring battling each other. We see KC and Emily exchanging knife edge chops before KC seems to get the upper hand as she goes for a clothesline. But Emily sidesteps, pulls down the middle rope as that sends KC tumbling to the outside of the ring. Emily turns around to face Pax but she gets super kicked to the outside by Pax. Pax then turns around to see that Brooke is slowly starting to stir. Pax grabs Brooke by the head and sets her up for a triangle canadian destroyer. Only this time it is Brooke that manages to counter the move by rolling through into a pinning position.

1!!


2!!


THRE…

Pax kicks out, both of them get to their feet as either of them run to the ropes and collide with each other as both of them had a clothesline on their mind. On the outside we see Emily slowly getting back to her feet as she runs into the ring and drags Brooke towards her corner before getting to the ring apron as she prepares to tag herself back into the ring. Only to have KC grabbing her by the legs and pulling her off the ring apron before dropping her with a clothesline as Emily had managed to land on her feet. She then turns her attention towards the ring, noticing that Pax starts to crawl towards their corner as she runs towards the opposite side of the ring and gets to the ring apron to accept the tag as that allows her to enter the ring. There she grabs Brooke by the legs as she prepares her for a Catapult into the turnbuckles. She quickly gets to her feet as she goes for a corner Dropkick that drops Brooke. She quickly gets to her feet and grabs Brooke by the head as she sets her up for a Standing Suplex. She lifts her up into the air, setting her up to be dropped but Brooke somehow manages to shift her weight into a way that manages to land on top of KC as this would give her a surprise pin attempt.

1!!


2!!


THRE…

.. : OMG she landed perfectly for the pin so close!

.. : The match continues!

Both are flattened on their back as the official starts to use the ten count on either of them. We see Emily back on the ring apron as both she and Pax are extending their arm towards their partners. Hoping that somehow both Brooke and KC could move themselves towards their own corner for a tag.

One!
Two!
Three!
Four!!

We see both Brooke and KC trying to move towards their sides, their faces showing a grimace that tells us that either of them are in quite some pain.

.. : Both are hurting right now!

Five!!
Six!
Seven!

We see that KC has managed to get ahead of Brooke by crawling towards his corner, nearly able to tag in Pax. But his attempt is thwarted by Emily as she ran in and knocks Pax off the ring apron. She then gets the official in her way as he forces her to go back towards her own corner where she has to listen to the warnings from the official before turning his attention back to the two inside the ring. There we see Brooke crawl towards Emily, but KC manages to grab her by the leg when Brooke is just inches away from tagging in Emily. KC slowly gets back to her feet as she starts to drag her towards her corner as we see Pax get back to the ring apron. Brooke is struggling to keep KC away from tagging in Pax, jumping upwards in a last effort attempt to stop her as she set herself up for a kick to her head. Only to have KC duck the attempt before tagging in Pax. There Pax climbs the second turnbuckle after KC has got both of Brooke’s legs held Pax hits a splash from the turnbuckles before going for the cover.

ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!!!




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WINNERS VIA PINFALL: THE CASSETTE COLLECTIVE
Match Time: 12:43

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Laughter is heard spilling out into the hall from an open doorway. The camera angles inside the locker room to show Jim Caedus leaning back against the wall wearing a towel slung low across his waist, arms crossed over his muscular chest. Lycana perches on the bench, one knee bent, foot tucked under her as she grins at him.

LYCANA: “I’m glad you found me. I forgot how much fun it was to be in the ring. I missed it.”

JIM CAEDUS: “Maybe y’should stay.”

LYCANA: “Jimmy...”

JIM CAEDUS: “Don't gimme 'Jimmy'; why the fuck not?”

LYCANA: “You know why.”

JIM CAEDUS: “An’ I toldja I’d keep ya safe Tavvy. No more runnin’.”

A wistful look crosses her face.

JIM CAEDUS: “’B’sides, y’know you were eyein’ up Cholo’s IC belt.”

He chuckles at the guilty side eye she cuts him.

JIM CAEDUS: “Or what, th' TV?”

LYCANA: “Or maybe the tags with Nova...”

It’s Jim’s turn to look mildly disgruntled.

LYCANA: “... who you should go see again, by the way.”

JIM CAEDUS: “Psh...lotta good that'll do. She’s hard headed, sassy as fuck, and as stubborn as...”

LYCANA: “...me?”

JIM CAEDUS: “Helluva lot worse, an' I didn’t think that was possible.”

LYCANA: “She and I would make quite the team...”

Jim looks at her expectantly.

LYCANA: “I’ll stay...”

She doesn’t get to finish as Jim snatches her off the bench and twirls her around, making her laugh, before setting her gently on her feet, arms still wrapped around his neck.

LYCANA: “Now go take your shower so we can get out of here.”

Jim disappears through a doorway, and the water starts to run. Moments later, his voice comes through the door.

JIM CAEDUS: “Ly! C'mere! Y'gotta check this thing out, it's fuckin' massive!”

LYCANA: “Jimmy! I know you’re not talking about a spider! I’m NOT falling for that!”

A blush steals across her cheeks.

LYCANA: “...... Again.”

Hearty laughter emerges from the bathroom as the camera cuts out.

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We cut backstage to the interview area where Denise Essex stands with Ragnarok. The crowd boos intently upon seeing him on screen.

DENISE ESSEX: Ragnarok, you asked for some time tonight on Brawl, what’s on your mind coming off of Summer Madness?

Ragnarok: That's what i thought. Now, I'm going to be very quick because I'm already tired of everyone here. Yes, The Showstoppers lost at WarGames. No, it's not the last time we will be in the ring competing. Unfortunately, because of the actions of The Ramsey's causing harm to my partner Damage I'm here to report that he will be unable to perform his duties for the foreseeable future. I hope the Ramsey's are happy. I'm sure they are gloating backstage about getting the titles back but be careful what you wish for. It would be a shame if something happened to either of you making you forfeit the titles. Karma is a BITCH and Ragnarok is watching. I am stalking. Waiting for my moment to strike. I'm done here.

Ragnarok walks off set leaving Denise standing by.

DENISE ESSEX: Back to you guys at ringside.

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The crowd pops at the music as Flash Rotten struts out with a power walk and storms to the ring on a mission. He marches like a general into the ring and seizes a mic. With a quick cut-it gesture, the music stops and he raises the mic to his lips.

FLASH ROTTEN: As many of you know I’ve got a lot of things to address tonight, and one of the pressing matters is the WGWF Television Championship. What I witnessed at WarGames with Sonya Benson slithering away with her Championship is enough to make me want to quit on day one. I’d like to go ahead and call out Kim Pain, if I could.

“Born to Raise Hell” by Motorhead starts to play and Kimberly Pain comes out from behind the curtain together with her agent Kat Jones and stands still for a moment looking at the crowd. She takes a moment to soak up the unexpected cheers before she starts walking. Kat hypes the crowd up to get louder even and follows as Kimberly walks down to the ring. They get into the ring and stand side by side next Flash Rotten. Kim nods towards him.

CENTURION: Thank God he seems to be doing something about the TV Title debacle.

DERRICK DIAMOND: What debacle? Sonya retained.

FLASH ROTTEN: And now, Sonya Benson, bring your ass down to this ring right now. That’s an order.

“Paint It Black”, the new age version, cranks up and the crowd goes BATSHIT with hateful jeers and all manner of vulgarity as the reviled champion emerges and strolls to the ring like it’s a walk in the park, just taking her sweet as time. No rush. She has her entourage in tow too of course.

CENTURION: Look at her, just look, so smug and nonchalant. God I hate that woman.

DERRICK DIAMOND: I am looking at her Cent, and I see a champion whose title fits so perfectly around her flawless waist that it seems to have attuned to it.

Sonya leisurely enters the ring like she’s boss of all things and bravely marches up to Kim, because she has Norris and Smith with her. They exchange some heated words before Flash gets between them.

The music dies and the State Farm Arena thunders with chants of…

CROWD: THREE-AND-OH… THREE-AND-OH… THREE-AND-OH…

Kim smirks as they remind Sonya of her many humiliations at Kim’s hands. To their dismay, though, Sonya starts chanting with them while rubbing the face of her shiny gold belt.

FLASH ROTTEN: Okay enough everyone. We need to get down to business. Sonya, you’ve-

He takes a step toward her, and she suddenly teeters on shaky legs and falls down.

FLASH ROTTEN: What the???

She’s helped up by Norris and Smith. Flash takes another step toward her and now all three fall down. Kim throws her hands up like “wtf is this shit?”

SONYA BENSON: EARTHQUAKE! EARTHQUAAAAAKE!

CENTURION: OH wow. Fat shaming again? How old is she? 12?

DERRICK DIAMOND: She’s old enough to get under his skin.

True. Flash is not pleased by this, especially when Sonya pops back up and laughs and laughs and laughs at him, slapping her knee for emphasis too. Norris and Smith do also.

FLASH ROTTEN: You know, I’d like to think that you’d be more original than fat jokes for what; the ninth straight day? But then again you think J Mont is a talent so it tracks. I’m not here to play games, but since you do like to play games let’s play one right now. Sonya Benson, the days of you dictating your terms, your matches, and more importantly your title defenses have officially come to an end, because I am exercising my power and authority as the Co-General Manager of Monday Night Brawl to sanction Sonya Benson versus Kim Pain for the WGWF Television Championship… RIGHT NOW!

The crowd goes BONKERS with cheers! Sonya is beside herself, throwing a wild eyed fit for the ages, and taking her anger out on the bottom rope and turnbuckles!

CENTURION: OH YEAH BABY! 4-0 COMING UP! NEW CHAMP! I”M ALREADY CALLING IT!

DERRICK DIAMOND: Sonya needs to calm down, damn. Looks like she’s about to kill over from a stroke.

Norris manages to calm her down and has a sidebar convo with her. She breaks from it and grabs a mic.

SONYA BENSON: YOU COWARD! COWARDLY KIM! How dare you! Fine .. ok.. Ok.. yeah *breathing rapidly looks like bout to cry* .. FINE! But be advised Fatty McGee, that Raven did this before and because of his underhandedness I restructured my contract in CCPE so that I get to select the match type if I ever get put into an impromptu non-scheduled title match again! So, HAH TAKE THAT!

Flash shrugs as if unconcerned.

FLASH ROTTEN: Oh I’m well aware of that clause in your contract, but, ahem, YOU need to “BE ADVISED” that I, as your esteemed GM, will now summon my god-like ability to royally fuck you over by…. Ahem…. BANNING Norris and Smith from ringside. Be gone bitches! Get the fuck out of here.

Now it’s Norris and Smith throwing the wild eyed fits. Sonya backs into a corner, mortified, as they head up the ramp fuming hot. Flash leaves too and the referee slips in, signaling for the bell while removing the title from her.

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The crowd is rabid as Kim bursts across the ring like a bat out of hell and captures a protesting Sonya Benson, hair beeling her so hard she spins through the air and lands halfway across the ring. Sonya sits up pleading, but gets plowed over with a stiff boot of the chest. Kim isn’t fucking around and goes ham, stomping a mudhole all in the prissy rich bitch. Kim pulls her up and traps her in the corner, where she clobbers her chest to bits with knife edge chops that smack with so much noise it reverberates through the venue. Sonya collapses but Kim is relentless and picks her right back up and rang-a-bangs her face into the buckle over and over again as the crowd counts with it….

FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE

Kim runs with her across the ring and power-bashes her face into the padded coupling.

TEN!

Benson falls into a backroll and lies prone. Ever relentless, Kim refuses to let her get a breath and grabs her foot, using it to repeatedly smash her knee into the canvas. The crowd is in a frenzy, knowing what this means, and sure enough, when Sonya is ripe Kim goes for the Painfilled Ending…

But Benson push-kicks her off, sending her chest first into the buckles. As Pain stumbles back, Sonya rolls her up into a pin with PLENTY of tights pulling.

ONE!
TWO!
T- Kim powers out despite the deep cheating.

Kim scrambles but gets balled up into the same kind of small package that someone once felled the mighty Chris Page with.

ONE!
TWO!
Th-NOOO.. Another powerful buck-out.

A look of surprise is seen on Pain’s face after the two near falls by the cunning minx.

Sonya running dropkicks her into the ropes and then executes a surprisingly good Atomic Drop, leaving Pain doubled over but standing. Benson runs the ropes and attempts a decent looking Curb Stomp but Pain evades it and is already in rotation when Sonya’s foot impacts the mat.

CENTURION: LIGHTS OUT!

DERRICK DIAMOND: Send a search party to the nosebleed section. Holy smokes!

The fans go wild as Sonya crumbles into a heap and Kim does the unthinkable, forcing Benson into bitchhood once more..



CENTURION: PORN STACK BITCH PIN!

ONE!

DERRICK DIAMOND: AGAIN? Sooo hot!

TWO!

CENTURION: Four and oh!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

The crowd is in pure pandemonium in the most joyful way! Hugs and kisses are shared! Tears stream down the cheeks of some of them already.

BIG TICKET HARVEY MARX: Your winner of the match annnnnnnnnnnnd NEW WGWF Television Champion….. KIM! PAAAAAAAAAIIIIIINNNNN!

The camera pans, showing the pure bliss in the crowd and even shows Centurion high fiving fans behind him at the announce table.

The camera cuts back to the ring, showing Kim being awarded the title Sonya so mercilessly mocked her with since War Games. Pain may not need any more titles but you can tell this one hits close given the emotion involved and Benson’s cruelty to her and her friends on Twitter.



CROWD: THANK YOU KIM! THANK YOU KIM! THANK YOU KIM!

Pain doesn’t gloat. She simply exits the ring, giving no more attention to her pretty little princessy bitch. As she gets close to the top of the ramp, she turns toward the ring and the fans and..

SONYA BENSON: Noooooo! Wait a minute! The match isn’t over! I never got to declare the match type!!!

Her witch-like voice screeches so loud it drowns out Kim’s music and hushes the fans. In the ring, Sonya nurses her throbbing head while sneering the most HATEFUL visage. The music comes to a sudden halt.

SONYA BENSON: The match was a NO PORN-STACK BITCH PINs allowed match!

The crowd looks about ready to steamroll over the barricades to get at the vile woman.

CENTURION: YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!

DERRICK DIAMOND: Ohhhhhh this girl is smooth!

The referee and Sonya get into a heated discussion as Kim waits, confused, at the top of the ramp. The near camera picks up bits and pieces of Sonya spewing legal mumbo jumbo and match clauses and, well, even Flash Rotten agreed to it before the match. The ring official throws her hands up and heads toward Big Ticket and discusses something.

BIG TICKET HARVEY MARX: Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that the referee has NULLIFIED Kim Pain’s victory and this match is STILL going…

CENTURION: That BITCH! What a low, snake belly low, BITCH!

SONYA BENSON: Kim, get your ass back down here with my belt YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!

Kim’s eyes grow at the very rare cuss word from her little bitch, but she obliges and hits the ring on a mission. Sonya shockingly meets her gunz blazing and for a good 15 seconds the two women just pummel each other with fists–a-many, sending the crowd into a roaring frenzy.

Kim catches her with Shades of Pain in the midst of it, sending the champion teetering, but suddenly Benson hurls a wad of spit into her eyes. Straight disrespect but effective in stopping her for a fraction of a second, which allows Sonya to spinning backfist her, knocking her down. Pain scrambles up though, cause it’s gonna take a lot more than that to keep her down, and there to greet her is..

DERRICK DIAMOND: BITCH TRIGGER!

CENTURION: KIM DUCKED! MISS!

Kim goes for LIGHTS OUT but Sonya ducks under it and lobs a Superkick at her chin, but Pain catches the foot and shoves it away, making sure Benson gives up her back in the process.

It’s all she needs. In an instant, Kim wrangles her into the Dragon Sleeper she’s made famous.

CENTURION: Riddle Me Th-

Before Cent can finish the call out…

DERRICK DIAMOND: JKO! JKO! JMONT JUST NAILED KIM! Where’d he even come from?

DING DING DING!

BIG TICKET HARVEY MARX: Your winner of the match via DISQUALIFICATION…. KIM PAIN!

The fans are PISSED! Enormous amounts of trash and drinks are being hurled into the ring as JMONT collects the TV Title and Sonya then heads up the ramp with them. Kat climbs into the ring and goes to check on Kim right away.

CENTURION: I can’t believe this! JMONT just screwed Kim Pain out of the title. This is a damn travesty!



DERRICK DIAMOND: But let’s not shy away from the fact Sonya proved how cunning she is. That girl’s been playing the long game before Kim even got here. She lost her title to Big Pun in this exact same scenario and planned accordingly for the future, and tonight it paid off HUGE.

CENTURION: Oh yeah? Well Kim’s now 5-0 against her and she proved that she can beat Sonya any way she wants. Kim made Sonya her bitch AGAIN. But I shudder to think of the memes Sonya will be shitposting with now. Good god!

JMONT and Sonya stop at the top of the ramp long enough to turn back and look at the ring, where they see Kim sitting up with Kat Jones by her side, both of them glaring at them. Sonya, though clearly still frazzled, can’t help but mock Kim by holding up 5-0 gestures with her hands but then tapping the title and wagging a finger “no no no.”

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





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: About to make his way to the ring, he is NICK DANGER!

"Out Of The Black" by Royal Blood comes on the speaker and red smoke follows on the entrance ramp . Nick Danger walks out onto the entrance ramp wearing his wrestling attire having a determined look on his face he makes his way down the entrance taking off his leather jacket, tossing it to fans and giving them high fives. Nick climbs the steel steps then climbs I'm the top turnbuckle and sees his fans saying "Rising Ace" he jumps inside the ring and gets ready for the match to start.

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





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Making her way to the ring, GERI MILLER!

The words echo as "Dead Inside" by Muse plays throughout the arena. Geri appears from behind the curtain. The former Goddess of Ganja makes her way slowly down the ramp as she stays laser focused on the ring. She slides in and lays back in the corner awaiting her opponent.

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At the opening bell, it’s Nick Danger that finds himself on the offensive first. Nick ties up with Gerri Vayden and whips her across the ring and into the corner, and charges after her looking to spear her in the midsection right when she collided with the turnbuckle. Gerri has been around the block a couple of times and knows exactly what he’s trying to do, and as she reaches the corner she grabs the top rope and leaps up into the air. Nick shoots underneath her, driving his shoulder through the ropes and into the steel ring post with a sickening thud that can be heard all the way up in the nose bleeds.

Gerri lets herself down to the mat, landing behind Nick and grabbing him around the waist. Gerri tries to hurl Nick backwards with a suplex, but she’s unable to drag his weight from the corner and just ends up straining herself before eventually letting go. She drives a hard kick to the back of Nick’s thigh, and Nick howls in pain. She winds up and delivers another powerful kick to his hamstring, then grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him backwards and tries to press him flat to the canvas for a cover.

ONE-

Before the referee can even count to two, Nick essentially bench presses Gerri into the air and tosses her off the top of him. Gerri rolls to her feet quickly but she’s not able to keep the momentum going as Nick stands slowly, towering over her in the middle of the mat. Gerri winds up and unleashes a heavy knife edged chop, but Nick gets an arm up and blocks her. Gerri winds up again, and this time Nick doesn’t even bother flinching to deflect the blow. He eats it, straight across the chest, and sneers at Gerri as her eyes widen and she takes a step backwards.

..: Did you see that? I saw it.

..: Saw what?

..: The exact moment where things just got real for Gerri.

Gerri tries to retreat, but Nick grabs her by the shoulder and pulls her into him instead. He hoists Gerri up in the air, holding her high above his head before suplexing her and letting her plummet to the mat where she lands in a heap. The crowd boos Nick Danger loudly after the delayed vertical suplex, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he charges off the ropes and rebounds back towards Gerri, driving his full weight down on top of her with an elbow drop! Gerri doubles over on the mat, gasping to try and catch her breath. Nick pushes her flat to the canvas and hooks her leg, barking at the referee to hurry up and get this over with.

ONE!


TWO-

To the surprise of everybody in the building, Gerri is able to get her shoulder up and kick out! Nick sits up on his knees at her side, looking down at her as she tries to roll over to her hands and knees and crawl away from him and towards the ropes.

.. : Nick is not happy she kicked out!

.. : Yanking her to her feet and the normally popular Nick is now the most hated man in the building

Nick hoists Gerri up to her feet, spinning her around and trying to secure a full nelson but Gerri deadweights and drops to the mat before he can lock it in, and she rolls away from him to the corner of the ring and uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet. Still gasping to try and regain her breath after having an almost two hundred pound man dropped on her chest elbow first, Gerri tries to stay composed as Nick stomps towards the corner. She covers up as he throws a heavy right hand at her, but she can’t do anything when he grabs her around the waist and sends her flying back to the middle of the ring with an exploder suplex! He pops up quickly, waiting for Gerri to stumble groggily to her feet…

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

From the mat, Gerri fires a kick up and catches Nick in the midsection. He doubles over, and Gerri climbs unsteadily to her feet. She grabs Nick by the wrist and tries to whip him into the ropes, but the much larger competitor doesn’t budge and instead counters. He flings Gerri, who rebounds back towards him and… PELE KICK!!!

.. : Spot on Pele kick sends Nick to the mat.

Gerri quickly goes to the top rope and wastes no time Miller’s tale!

.. : Miller’s tale on Nick Danger!

Gerri immediately goes for the pin.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!!!

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WINNER VIA PINFALL: GERI MILLER
Match Time: 8:23

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We come back to a view of Denise Essex making their way forward, with the cameraman following them. She turns back, adjusting her hair for a second before speaking.

DENISE ESSEX: Hello, everyone. So tonight, we know that Jim Caedus and J Mont have both been here, but the question on everyone's lips has been, what about our World Champion? Well, I've been told by a reliable source that I can find "The Mechanic" Peter Vaughn down this way, so we can see what his mindset is following his team's loss and the stealing of his championship. It should be just through...

Denisepushes open a door marked "Maintenance", only to see a stairway headed downwards. She hesitates, looking back at the camera for a second with a head shake.

DENISE ESSEX: No, I don't think so. They didn't say anything about going into a dark basement! I'm not getting paid enough...

The whisper of the cameraman can be heard, reminding her that this is already going out live, and that Flash Rotten wanted this to happen. The reporter sighs deeply, before straightening up with a fake smile towards the camera.

DENISE ESSEX:Hopefully, he's not far!

They head down the stairs, making their way into one of the larger electrical rooms in the arena. Choosing a path at random, the reporter & the cameraman start off, but she quickly comes to a stop at the sound of a loud clanging noise.

DENISE ESSEX: What was that??

The cameraman shrugs. They make these guys out of very stern stuff. It's the only way they survive as wrestling promotion cameramen. Nervous, they move on, trying to detect where the different noises are coming from. They finally stop at an intersection of grids, where the reporter can't decide where to go. There's no more noise, so she comes to a hopeful, albeit delusional decision.

DENISE ESSEX: Do you think... he's gone?

PETER VAUGHN: Who's gone?

Denise jumps, but to her credit, she doesn't scream. She spins around to see Peter Vaughn standing there, a small scowl on his face, as he hoists a wrench over his shoulder.

DENISE ESSEX: Peter! I mean... Mr. Vaughn... we were looking for you!

PETER VAUGHN: I should hope so. There ain't nothing else down here to find.

DENISE ESSEX: Then... what ARE you doing down here?

Vaughn looks around for a second, before taking his wrench and placing it near a bag of tools he had brought with him.

PETER VAUGHN: Just making some adjustments for the company. There were a few things that needed to be... tweaked.

DENISE ESSEX: Okay...

The reporter doesn't sound like she believes that, but she knows better than to say too much, especially down here, so far from security.

DENISE ESSEX: So, Mr. Vaughn... I was 'asked' to come see you, and to find out how you're doing after the events of War Games. It was an extremely tough night for you and your team.

Vaughn had picked up his bag of tools at this point, but with a sigh, he puts them back down and turns to the camera.

PETER VAUGHN: It definitely wasn't a picnic. But you know, I did learn some stuff about myself. They say that you never know what you're going to do, officially, until you're placed in a difficult situation. Take War Games. There I was, trying to get myself free of the handcuffs, hoping that a teammate would get the victory before Jimmy and his crew could do anything more. Then I see it: Jimmy actually threatening a man's life in order to win the match. You know, if you would have asked me before that moment, I probably would have told you that I was all about the win, and would've left the ball in Jimmy's court. But you all saw what happened.

Vaughn leans against a nearby power box, thinking it through once again, like he has a million times before.

PETER VAUGHN: When I saw Outcast... the man I JUST rescued from Hell... about to be injected and likely sent back down, I had a moment. I'm not sure exactly what kind of moment. Maybe a noble moment. Maybe a moment of sympathy for Ronnie & her kid. Maybe it was a moment of stupidity. I'm still not quite sure. But I decided not to put Outcast's life ahead of a simple wrestling match with nothing but bragging on the line.

Denise seems transfixed, not saying a word as she listens. Vaughn's gotten himself started.

PETER VAUGHN: I also found out that day more than I cared to know about ol' Jimmy. I knew he was a bit of a lunatic, claiming that he "lost time" before his girl and child 'disappeared', but I gotta say, I didn't expect him to be so bold on an international broadcast. I do wonder how his teammates took it. Spencer Adams. Lycana. Dolly Waters. And the great Robert Main. Did they all know that he would mark them that day as attempted murderers? Did they know that they would be forever remembered as being the ultimate Heel team of the WGWF in 2023? Because I've done a lot of things in my career, but I've never been marked as a murderer. Now and forevermore, they all have been.

Vaughn shakes his head, picking up his stuff once again.

PETER VAUGHN: All-in-all, I'm proud of my team. They fought hard, and they deserved the win that night. But I let them down. Because I let Jimmy reach that match in one piece. I didn't put him out of action, even in the moments that I had the chance. But from now on, Jimmy? No. More. Chances.

The wrestler turns to leave, with the reporter quickly following after him, possibly because she doesn't remember how to get out of this place. She also isn't done with her 'assignment'.

DENISE ESSEX: But... Mr. Vaughn... you didn't say anything about Joe Montouri, who stole your championship while you were handcuffed inside the cage! Don't you have any words for him at all?

Vaughn doesn't even turn back. He keeps walking, knowing exactly the location of the stairway out of this place... which might just be the stairway to heaven, as far as this reporter is concerned. As they reach the stairs, though, Vaughn glances back over his shoulder.

PETER VAUGHN: J Mont isn't deserving of words. He deserves action. And he'll get it. Soon.

Vaughn then starts running up the stairs, showing both his agility and speed, quickly leaving the reporter and the cameraman in the dust. The reporter looks back, putting a smile back on her face.

PETER VAUGHN: You've heard it here first, folks! The champion, Peter Vaughn, is ready to go on the warpath. This has been...

There's the slam of a door from up above, distracting the reporter for a second.

DENISE ESSEX: Wait... that door doesn't lock automatically, does it?

Forgetting about the finish of her segment, the reporter hurries up the stairs. The cameraman follows, but we quickly cut away before we find out whether or not they're trapped below the arena.

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5 out of 6" by Dessa and the crowd cheers on and gets out of their seats as Lexi Gold comes out from behind the curtain and makes her way down the ramp. Normally she would be engaging with the crowd, but instead she avoided them and walked to the ring with a serious expression on her face. Once she was near the steps, she climbed them, then used the bottom rope to get inside the ring. She walked across the ring and asked the ring attendant for a mic, then paced the ring back and forth before stopping and looking out toward the crowd of screaming fans. She waited for her music to stop before raising the mic to her lips.

Lexi Gold: Normally I would come out here, and talk about what happened in the ladder match, but that has been the furthest thing on my mind lately. What Mike did to me by harming my babies and sending me snakeskin boots to get my reaction has my blood spoiling.

She twirls the mic in her hand and smirks before she continues to speak.

Lexi Gold: Mason, trust me there are more of my babies than there are of me, so if I were you I'd be scared and paranoid no matter where I go. That being said, are you brave enough to come out here, talk to me face to face like a real man would, or should I go back there and drag you to this ring myself?

She lowers the mic and turns her attention to the stage where she waits for Mike to come out, the crowd roars, waiting patiently for this confrontation to take place.*“Power” by Kanye West begins to play over the PA, bringing a round of boos from the crowd. Lexi stares at the top of the entrance ramp where “Marvelous” Mike Mason steps out, dressed in some warm up gear as he prepares for his match later in the evening. Mason stops at the top of the entrance ramp with a microphone in hand. Mason signals for the truck to cut his music.*

Mike Mason: Lexi, don’t try to make me out to be the bad guy here. I was ready to give you the greatest night of your life. A night that any woman walking the face of this planet would kill for. A night that can be summed up in two simple words, SIMPLY MARVELOUS!!!

*The crowd begins booing again. *

Mike Mason: But no Lexi, you just couldn’t handle the Anaconda, because your used to little corn snakes. So, what I did was offer you something that every woman wants and you tried to kill me. You wanted to turn the Mecca Of Manhood into snake skat. What I did was justified, and quite frankly I you should be thanking me for not using one of those clubs on your head.

She shakes her head, and raises the mic back to her mouth, her eyes locked on his.

Lexi Gold: Is that so, huh? Your threats are meaningless. The reason why I did what I did, a couple of weeks ago, was to teach you a lesson. You walk around with this cocky attitude believing all the women want you. No one in their right mind wants you, Mike. Not even I did, yet you fell into my trap and while it seems like we are even on these games we are playing things are far from over.

She runs a hand through her hair and breathes heavily on the mic.*

Lexi Gold: I know we are still two months away until Summer Madness, but it seems like the both of us are left without a match on the card, and that doesn't make Lexi very, very happy, so when you are ready to grow a set maybe you should consider facing me one one one. What do you say?

Mason laughs and shakes his head, drawing the ire of the crowd and Lexi.

Mike Mason: Lexi, I’d say that you have a death wish if you want to step into the ring with me. I know your worried about getting left off the biggest card of the year in WGWF, but I’m sure you’d SLITHER your way onto it some how. AND, I’m just too big of a star to not be on the biggest show of the year for WGWF.But, if you really want to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight, I’d be more than happy to break your back and make you humble. BUT, you got to make it interesting.

Lexi Gold: I'll make it interesting, alright. You want to play fire with fire so much, so I'll propose a match that even you don't have an advantage, and that is a Snake Pit Match where in order to win you have to throw me in a pit full of snakes. As much comfort as it brings me, being surrounded by my snakes, I'm not going in it. This is my playground and for you this is your nightmare waiting to happen. Are you sure you're prepared for what is to come, Mason?

Mason clearly looks flustered at the thought of snakes, and the crowd begins to chant, “CHICKEN! CHICKEN! CHICKEN!”. Mason shake shis head, and responds in anger.

Mike Mason: FINE! YOU WANT IT, YOU GOT IT LEXI! But, after I’m done throwing your succeubus ass back down into the pits of hell where you belong, I’ll be sporting a new SNAKE SKIN SUIT, with matching BOOTS AT THE NEXT BRAWL!!!

Mike then states

Mike Mason: In the meantime why don’t you get out of my ring and watch me destroy one of “Atlanta’s” residents.

Mason throws the microphone down and walks down to the ring. Lexi exits as Mike enters.

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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following contest is a Monday Night Brawl Rematch, currently in the ring, “MARVELOUS” MIKE MASON!

Mason flexes his guns to loud boos from the crowd.

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





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Now residing in ATLANTA, GEORGIA, “THE LONE WOLF” 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.

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The bell sounds as Mason and Chatman stare across the ring from each other. Mason, smirks at Chatman who looks to avenge his previous loss and is all business as he and Mason come out from their corners. The Atlanta crowd rallies behind Sam Chatman who currently resides in the ATL. Chatman and Mason go face to face in the center of the ring until Mike pie faces Chatman sending him back several feet and drawing huge boos from the crowd.

CENTURION: This is not the first time these two have met, and the first time it was Chatman who came up short. Can he avenge it tonight?

The crowd roars as Chatman explodes toward Mason taking him down to the mat with a double leg takedown where Chatman transitions into the full mount and starts unloading with right hands to the head and face of Mason! The referee starts laying the count to Chatman who lands four shots before getting up off Mason. Chatman reaches down to pick Mike up only to be gouged in the eyes drawing boos from the crowd. Mason follows up with a belly-to-belly suplex where he makes a cover.

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Chatman escapes with a kick out.

DERRICK DIAMOND: This is my first time seeing Mike Mason in the ring, the dude is kind of a butt-fart and a buzzkill backstage.

CENTURION: Did you just use the term, butt-fart?

DERRICK DIAMOND: I did.

Mason steps up to his feet where he picks Chatman up off the mat and hoists him up in the air with a Military Press! Mason starts benching Chatman several times before completing the Military Press Slam! Mason taunts the Atlanta crowd garnering loud heat as he flexes his muscles in places that most people don’t have places. Mason backs up into a neutral corner where he sizes up Chatman, who is returning to his feet.

Mason explodes out from the corner looking to take Chatman’s head off with a running boot! Chatman ducks to the delight of the crowd and catches Mason with a Pele Kick as he spins around that rocks the Marvelous one back into the ropes. Chatman pops back to his feet where he shoots Mason across the ring, Mason bounces off the far side and into a Superkick from Chatman that drops Mason! Chatman follows up with a standing moonsault crashing down on top of Mason where he holds for the cover.

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Mason kicks out with authority to the shock of the crowd.

CENTURION: You know Chatman wants this one bad, but in the same tone Mike Mason wants to send a loud message to Lexi Gold ahead of Summer Madness.

Chatman gets to a vertical base and picks Mason up off the mat where he rocks him with several European Uppercuts before taking Mike back into a neutral corner where he shoots him across the ring, Mason counters and it’s Chatman who is sent crashing into the buckles. Mike charges in after him looking for an Avalanch Splash only to have Chatman sidestep at the last second sending Mason into the buckles, Chatman springboards off the middle rope with a Disaster Kick to the face of Mason sending Mike crashing back down to the mat.

DERRICK DIAMOND: If Chatman can keep the pace pushed he’s got a shot! His hometown crowd is certainly on his side.

Chatman looks for another cover.

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Another kick-out by Mason. Chatman gets back to his feet where he picks Mike up and shoots him into the ropes, Mason latches onto the top rope breaking the momentum. Chatman charges in and is elevated over the top rope where he lands on the ring apron. Mason strikes a pose before turning around where he eats a forearm that rocks him backward toward the center of the ring. Chatman springboards off the top rope but is caught with a vicious spear from Mason from out of nowhere!

Mason quickly takes control with the cover hooking the inside leg.

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Chatman kicks out and the roof explodes!

CENTURION: Kick out by Chatman! Listen to these fans!

It’s so loud inside the State Farm Arena as the crowd breaks out into a “CHAT-MAN! CHAT-MAN! CHAT-MAN!” chant while a furious Mike Mason gets to his feet and questions the validity of the referee’s count. The official shows him two fingers as Mason turns his attention back toward Chatman who is getting himself up to one knee only to see Mason land a Shining Wizard!

Mason calls it and makes another cover.

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Another kick out from Chatman garnering a louder ovation from the Atlanta crowd! Mason can’t believe it as he reaches his feet and immediately intimidates the referee back into a neutral corner.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Arguing with the official isn’t going to help your case.

Mason turns his attention back around to Chatman. He makes his way over and starts picking him up off the mat only to have Chatman counter with an Inside Cradle!

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Mason escapes with a kick out. Mike beats Chatman to his feet where he picks him up and shoots Sam into the ropes, Chatman bounces off the ropes with a baseball slide between the legs of Mason, Sam is quickly back to his feet landing a Reverse Windmill Kick to Mason as he spins around sending Mike spilling out to the floor! Chatman quickly makes his way to the corner and starts climbing up to the top rope from inside the ring and when he reaches the top he sets sail with a flying cross-body block on top of Mason sending both men crashing to the floor as the fans explode!

CENTURION: Can he do it! This could be the moment he’s been waiting on!

Chatman pops back up to his feet further hyping up the crowd getting them louder before he picks Mason up and hurls him back into the ring! Chatman climbs up on the ring apron and makes his way to the nearest set of buckles where he starts to climb up to the top rope. In the ring, Mason starts to stir and begins to work his back up to his feet and when he stands we see Chatman leap off the top rope with a Tornado DDT spiking Mason headfirst into the mat!

Chatman makes a front press hooking the near leg.

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Mason narrowly escapes with a kick out!

DERRICK DIAMOND: Stay on top of him Chatman!

Sam starts to get himself back up to his feet where he picks up Mason up off the mat where he sets Mason up in position for the Powerbomb! The crowd erupts cheering him on but it’s Mason who counters with a back body drop! Chatman lands hard on the mat and starts to work his way back up to his feet and spins around walking into SIMPLY MARVELOUS by Mason who drives Chatman hard into the mat.

Mason makes the cover.

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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: MIKE MASON
Match Time: 9:11

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Mason gets to his feet where his arm is raised in the air to loud boos from the crowd. Mike starts to flex toward the corner camera.

CENTURION: Chatman gave it his all but once again falls victim to The Marvelous One.

DERRICK DIAMOND: I hope Lexi knows what she’s getting herself into come to Summer Madness if she’s serious about getting in the ring with Mike Mason.

Mason makes his exit and makes his way back up the ramp as he spouts off to some fans in the process.

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We return from break with the bassline to No.99 by Joey Bada$$ blasting through the arena with a hearty applause from the audience. Spencer makes his way down the stairs through descending sections of the crowd with mic in hand and his followers tailing him.

Crowd: BAAAAAADMON! BAAAAAADMON! BAAAAAAADMON!

CENTURION: Spencer Adams is here and this crowd is loving it!

DERRICK DIAMOND: Big performance from the man at Wargames!

Spencer leaps the barricade and rolls under the ring with the ski masked figures doing the same. He pushes through to his feet and nods along with the crowd, smiling from ear to ear as the mic comes to his mouth and the tune goes quiet.

Spencer Adams: Atlanta!

The crowd pops because their city was mentioned.

Spencer Adams: I’m not gonna lie. After Wargames and everything that went down inside that structure, there’s an instinct to go take one off. Brutal, unforgiving. It was everything most people dread, but I wouldn’t be doing any of you or those in the back justice if I weren’t here tonight and tonight..I want to say thank you.

The audience pops again.

Spencer Adams: Obviously, that applies to all of you, but also goes for the four other men and women who I had the privilege of going to war with. To Lycana, Dolly, Rob…thank you.

They continue cheering for Team Caedus.

Spencer Adams: Which brings me to you, Jimmy. Being in that ring with you proved you to be exactly who I thought I was getting in Jim Caedus and that is a fucking warrior.

Still popping.

Spencer Adams: If you would, there’s one more thing I need from you. So…Jim Caedus. Get your ass down here, man.

The audience buzzes in anticipation before “Ready, Steady, Go” by Paul Oakenfold hits the PA. The reaction is somewhat split, but loud nonetheless. With a tight expression and a cocked eyebrow, Jim makes his way to ringside and rolls in. With the two men barely a foot apart, the music is cut off and with it, the louder sounds of those in attendance takes center stage again.

CENTURION: Caedus has answered the call, folks!

Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES!

Spencer Adams: Jim Caedus. What you did in that structure was dirty. It was vile and arguably immoral, but I feel like I understand you now. Not a bad man or a good man, but a necessary one…a REAL one. You proved a lot to a lot of people at Wargames and what you REALLY did out there? You had our backs.

The crowd cheers.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Class act.

Spencer Adams: Jimmy, you had MY back. I came here a few friends lighter than I was previously and I wasn’t expecting some huge welcoming committee in that locker room, but your follow through? That warrants respect on my part.

The crowd goes crazy and continues with the “yes” chants while Spencer drops the mic and extends a hand forward. Caedus looks down at the hand and back at Spencer with the crowd going ballistic. He turns from him and goes for the ropes, prompting more disapproval from the crowd. Spencer goes to put the hand down and with one foot between the ropes, Caedus pulls Spencer in for a hug to the loudest pop so far.

CENTURION: You love to see it, DD.

As they separate, Caedus lifts Spencer’s hand towards the ceiling and the two exchange words not picked up by mic or camera. Caedus continues to nod with easy to read “thank you”’s coming from his lips. Before he can go further though, one of the followers steps forward and tugs off their ski mask with a single motion.

DERRICK DIAMOND: WHAT THE HELL?! THAT’S….




CENTURION: We heard some buzz, but Calaway and Spencer Adams!?

Spencer looks caught off guard, but shakes his head in approval as Calaway does the same both towards him and Caedus.

Derrick Diamond: Unexpected alliances! Debuts! It wouldn’t be Brawl after a PPV without them!

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WGWF MERCH! BUY THE SHIRT!!!

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“BREAKING NEWS!!

Professional wrestling star Justin York was admitted to North Carolina hospital after brutal deathmatch. Doctors say he has severe burns, slices and cuts all over his body.”

A flatline appears on the screen and can be heard all throughout the arena. The lights go dark and slowly the flatline sound morphs into a heartbeat and the words “The Original Bad Boy” appear on the screen. The fans give a gasp and look on as the lights come back on.

Derrick Diamond The fans aren’t even booing knowing that York is on his way.

Centurion- Maybe it’s their way of giving him a nod for the hell he and Chris Page went through.

Justin York walks out to the top of the stage with a limp and sits cross legged almost immediately with a microphone in hand. He has a bandage on his forehead still and one of his shoulders that you can see protruding his shirt.

Derrick Diamond- I cannot believe that Justin York is here after that war with The Beast.

Justin York- Chris Page…. We did what we set out to do… We gave the people what they wanted to see.

The fans pop a little bit.

Justin York- I hurt you… You hurt me… We hurt each other pretty bad and I haven’t even laid eyes on you since. Fractured ribs, concussion, dislocated shoulder, burns, 41 stitches, barbed wire slices all over, just some of the shit I’m dealing with two weeks removed from Wargames, so I can imagine you’re not doing too much better.

York puts his head down for a moment before raising it once again.

Justin York- You won Wargames..

The fans pop really loud this time.

Justin York- You're up two wins to none on me… There is no need for this rivalry to continue. I tip my cap to you, Page, Painmaker, Beast, whatever you call yourself today.

Those in attendance are a little apprehensive at the thought of York and Page never sharing a ring together again before they break into a "YOU STILL GOT IT" chant directed at Chris Page.

CENTURION- The people didn't seem to like York saying that he and Page were done.

Derrick Diamond- They do put on classic matches but it makes sense doesn't it?

Justin York- The Original Bad Boy will be back, better and badder than ever and thats a top notch fuckin gurantee but for now i'm going home.

York holds the microphone out to the crowd while they continue their chant before he drops it on the stage and stands very gingerly before disappearing behind the curtain.

CENTURION- Interesting..


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Backstage, Denise Essex is standing by.

DENISE ESSEX: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… “Cholo” Giovanni Santana.

Cholo steps in to the camera frame and the crowd in the arena cheers loudly, Denise refuses to look Cholo in the eye and gives out a loud ‘hmph’ as he smiles at her.

CHOLO: Hola Denise! How are you? Wait, are you mad at Cholo?

She doesn’t answer and looks away.

CHOLO: Oh come on Denise, look at Cholo.

DENISE ESSEX: Nope. Just get on with what you need to say.

CHOLO: Wow, it’s like that? Well, fine… Let first Cholo say that he is sorry for what happened last time… A friend in need is a friend indeed, and well that had nothing to do with you… You know you are Cholo’s favorite interviewer. Second, Cholo wanted to make it up to you and take you to dinner then take you out for a night in the town… and what better place to do it in than in the dirty-dirty A-T-L, is Cholo right?!

The crowd in the arena cheers loudly.

CHOLO: But if you are upset at Cholo, he understand maybe he can ask-

Denine quickly turns around.

DENISE ESSEX: No-no! It all sounds good! *ahem* I mean, sure, if you want to make it up to me… I guess that will be fine… a good way to start anyway.

Cholo smiles.

CHOLO: Hey, whatever it takes… Cholo doesn’t want you or anyone mad at him.. He’ll more than make it up to you tonight, he promises.

DENISE ESSEX: Alright, it’s a date! I mean, no, it’s not a date, because hello, we can’t really go on a date because you know, company policy… and I’m a professional and you’re a wrestler, and that would be well, weird… I mean, the paperwork alone is crazy. Then you-

The camera man clears his throat.

DENISE ESSEX: Right, sorry. So Cholo, let’s get down to business. “Flower Gate” aside, War Games did not go as plan for you and Team Vaughn did it?

CHOLO: Now there is the Denise Cholo likes… and yes, you’re right… The night didn’t go our way, even with Cholo being very close to submitting Dollie Waters, in the end Jim Caedus and team were able to pull a dirty trick and pick up the win in a way that none of us coming…

DENISE ESSEX: Yeah, care to elaborate on that? That was very unlike Vaughn to actually care about someone and give up a match like that… Peter never shows any emotion let alone compassion...

CHOLO: Well, Cholo has always said that people are quick to judge… You look at guys like Peter and even guys like J-Mont, who is currently a thorn on Peter’s side… Everyone is quick to judge them and throw them under the bus… But Cholo is friends with both of them… Honestly, Cholo is friends with anyone except that damn Mike Mason, but that’s beside the point… So Cholo knew Peter had that compassion in him… Having said that, Cholo too was surprise he gave in, as that is the last place Cholo expected it to happen… Specially with Cholo being so close to winning the match… But when Cholo really thinks about it… This is kind of like that movie Avenger’s Infinity War… Have you seen it?

DENISE ESSEX: Yes of course.

CHOLO: Well you know that scene where Dr. Strange goes into the future to find a way to defeat Thanos?

DENISE ESSEX: Uh huh.

CHOLO: and when he comes back, he says there is only 1 way out of 14,000,605 scenarios in which they win?

DENISE ESSEX: Yes…

CHOLO: Well, Cholo thinks something similar happened here… Peter Vaughn would have let Outcast died 14,000,605 times… but we live in the universe where this is the 1 time where Peter showed compassion, and he gave in.

DENISE ESSEX: Wow, I uh, had not thought about it that way…

Clearly neither had the crowd as they are completely silent, mostly, there are the Marvel nerds who are having nerdgasms right now…

DENISE ESSEX: Well, moving on from that, earlier in the night, we found out who will be the next challenger for your Intercontinental Championship: Johnny Bacchus. What do you think of that match up?

CHOLO: Ah yeah, Cholo watched that match in his locker room after he made sure he went around and introduced himself to all four competitors and let Cholo say this… He meant what he said in that he believes any of them could win that match… Cholo obviously was rooting for Lexi Gold, one of his closest friends and a competitor that has been a pilar of the new WGWF along with Cholo… But it wasn’t her night, and it wasn’t Brooke’s night or Max’s night, but Cholo hopes they keep on keeping on because despite their awful attitude, they are great competitors… But it was Johnny’s night and he said something that really lit a spark inside Cholo… He asked Cholo if he wanted to be legend, and Cholo must admit, he did catch him of guard at first…

DENISE ESSEX: I’m guessing the answer is a resounding yes, right?

CHOLO: Of course Denise… Cholo wants to be a legend when it is all said and done, but Johnny Bacchus is promising Cholo that he will be a legend just for facing him… Now that is a confident man, and of course he has every right to be, he is a double champion as we speak… Johnny has all the titles, all the accolades, all the history to be a living legend in our sport… and for him to come to WGWF, to come after not only Cholo’s title but Cholo himself… Well, like Cholo said, that lit a new fire inside Cholo’s belly… Cholo is very flattered, and appreciates Johnny’s candor, honesty and again, his confidence. He cannot wait to step in the ring with Johnny and have a legendary match.



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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following contest is your MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL MAIN EVENT of the evening, and is for the WGWF World Tag Team Championship!





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, they are the challengers… the team of BAM MILLER and MAC BANE, THE ALLIANCE OF ULTRA-VIOLENCE!

The voices of Mac Bane and Bam Miller are heard in unison, “Hey! You were warned!” The pyro techniques hit just as the song begins, as the flash fades and the smoke clears, both men appear on stage as if out of thin air. A fist bump between the two and a quick nod and they begin walking down the ramp, the crowd is a mix of cheers and boos as they approach the ringsteps. They walk up slowly laughing as the crowd does not approve of this pairing or the pair in general. One man in each corner of the ring apron and they duck in between the second and top rope, in unison. No posing or posturing from these two as they are all business and ready to fight.


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





”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: About to make their way to the ring, they are the WGWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, AUSTIN RAMSEY, TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY… THE SHOW STEALERZ!

The Show Stealerz new theme starts and Austin and Todrick step out onto the stage. Austin has on white gear with his signature New York Yankees red baseball cap. He has on white trunks with a red triangle on the front and sides. A black fist is shown breaking through bricks with red flames behind it. He has the same logo on his kick pads and on the black boots before the toe area. He twirls his bat in a circle on his right side. She spins around, and the words Austin’s Wife are in big letters on her back in fairwater script with beautiful rhinestones adorning the outside of the letters. The crowd gets louder at this reveal. She turns around, and her thigh-high black boots have the same logo on them at the knee area and also above the toe area. Her blond hair is laid with finger waves, and her make-up is flawless. Austin grabs her hand and her hips sway back and forth to the beat of the music. Austin walks to the ropes and sits down on the second rope as he gingerly takes his hand, and she reminds the crowd why Candice Page has nicknamed her “The Cutie With The Booty.” Austin takes her hand and leads her to the center of the ring, where he slowly spins her and pulls her in for a kiss. This sets the arena ablaze with deafening noise.


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The crowd roars as the referee calls for the bell. Austin Ramsey starts things off for The Show Stealerz while Bam Miller starts for his team. Atlanta erupts as Bam and Austin lock horns in the center of the ring. Both men jockey for position before Bam gains the upper hand and muscles Austin back into the ropes. The referee is there to call for the break as he starts to lay the count to Miller. Bam backs away giving the clean break at the four count.

CENTURION: Bam Miller and Austin Ramsey are no strangers dating back to their days in Fight as well as both being current members of CCPE. It’s going to be interesting to see how this plays out.

Austin comes off the ropes locking right back up with Miller. They jockey once more but this time it's Austin who uses his leverage to muscle Bam back into the ropes, and much like moments ago the referee calls for the break before laying the count to Austin. Ramsey backs away at the four count much like Bam.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Austin not showing any signs of intimidation, but Centurion I do have to ask just what kind of shape the Show Stealerz are in coming off that No DQ war with the Show Stoppers? Plus having to turn right back around and defend the titles they just recaptured as well.

CENTURION: The Ramseys are always ready, tonight isn’t going to be any different, and I’ll counterpoint and say that Mac Bane and Bam Miller haven’t tagged before in the WGWF and the last time they were in the same vicinity in a match format they were beating the hell out of each other in a Parking Lot Cage Match.

Bam Miller comes off the ropes where he and Austin circle each other and look to lock up only to see Bam thumb Austin in the eye! Miller unloads with several right hands before booting Austin in the gut and taking him over with a snap suplex. Miller floats over into the cover.

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Austin pops a shoulder off the mat. Miller is quick to both knees where he hammers down with several right hands to the forehead of Ramsey. Miller steps back up to his feet where he picks Austin up and takes him back into the ropes. Miller shoots Austin across the ring, Austin bounces off the near side where Miller ducks his head, Ramsey plants a kick to the chest of Miller standing Bam up where Austin lands a spinning heel kick taking Miller down! Austin hurries into a cover with a side press and a hook of the leg.

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Miller kicks out and Austin quickly locks in a rear chin lock. The referee slides into position checking for a choke before asking Miller to surrender.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Do you think Austin is going to be able to focus completely on this title match with #Flowergate in the back of his head?

Miller refuses to surrender and begins to work his way back up to one knee. Miller turns into the side headlock taking Austin back into the ropes and shooting him across the ring, Ramsey bounces off the far side ducking under a Miller lariat attempt, Austin bounces off the nearside and leaps with a flying crossbody block attempt to Miller who steps out of the way sending Austin crashing and burning. Miller quickly makes the tag to Mac before turning his attention back toward Austin. Bam picks Austin up and is joined by Mac as they take Austin back into the ropes and send him across the ring with a double Irish Whip, Austin bounces off the ropes and into a Double Flapjack from Miller and Bane!

Mac drops down making the cover following the high-impact move.

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Austin escapes with a kick out! Mac Bane gets back to his feet where he stomps away at Austin before picking him up and hurling him into a neutral corner. Mac rushes in after eating a reverse elbow from Austin that rocks Bane backward a few feet but doesn’t stop him as he charges in a second time and this time eats a boot to the face by Austin staggering Bane backward. Austin comes out from the corner with a boot to the midsection of Bane before driving him into the mat with a Cradle Suplex.

Austin rolls toward his corner tagging Todrick into a roar from the crowd!

Toddy scales the turnbuckles while Mac Bane is seen starting to get back to a vertical base only to have Toddy come off with a Molly-Go-Round that’s right on the money taking Mac down while she lands on his chest and hooks one leg.

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Another kick out by Mac Bane!

CENTURION: Toddy has come in and taken control with a Vroom Vroom!

Toddy gets back to her feet where she picks Mac up and hammers away with rapid fire forearm strikes backing Mac up, Mac swings with a right that Toddy avoids with a full split and counters with a school girl.

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Mac kicks out! Toddy beats Mac to a vertical base where she looks for a standing bicycle kick! Mac ducks out of the way, Toddy spins around and eats a boot to the midsection by Bane followed by a front face lock where Mac hoists Todrick up in the air before driving her down into the mat with a Jackhammer! Mac has the cover.

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Toddy escapes to a pop from the crowd!

DERRICK DIAMOND: A near fall by Mac Bane with a picture-perfect Jackhammer.

Austin rallies Toddy from the apron while Mac Bane gets back to his feet, picks Toddy up, and drives back into the corner housing Bam Miller. Bam makes the tag to Mac’s back while he has Toddy pinned against the buckles. Bam starts throwing right hands while the referee lays the count to Mac. We see Mac slip out to the ring apron at the four count while Bam brings Todick out from the corner and locks in a Sleeper Hold!

The crowd starts to rally behind Todrick

The referee checks for a choke before asking Toddy to surrender, she refuses all the while Bam tightens up the hold tighter. Austin starts slapping the top turnbuckle that elicits clapping from the crowd.

CENTURION: Tabor-Ramsey is in trouble! She’s starting to fade.

Toddy drops down to one knee and then to a seated position with Bam Miller now forcing Todd to carry his weight. The referee continues to check the hold while asking Toddy to surrender. The crowd with the clapping start a “TODDY! TODDY! TODDY!” chant directed toward the ring. The referee raises Todrick’s arm up in the air, it falls to the mat like dead weight.

Toddy’s arm is raised a second time.

It falls to the mat.

DERRICK DIAMOND: If that arm drops one more time we’re going to have new champions!

The referee raises Toddy’s arm for a third time, it falls toward the mat before being shot up in the air by Tabor-Ramsey drawing a thunderous ovation from the crowd that only gets louder as Ramsey starts working her way to one knee, then standing up to a vertical base where she breaks the sleeper with a sit-out jawbreaker! The Atlanta crowd erupts as both Ramsey and Miller now lay on the mat for a few seconds before Bam starts to stir and push himself up off the mat. Miller measures Toddy who is getting to one knee as he bounces off the ropes looking for a Mafia Kick, Toddy evades via ducking under and steps back up to her feet and when Bam spins back around Toddy nearly turns Bam inside out with a Discus Lariat! Toddy falls back into her corner where Austin tags back in and immediately takes to the top turnbuckle! Austin sets sail delivering a leg drop from the top rope! Austin quickly makes the cover.

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Bam escapes with the kick out to a gasp from the crowd. Austin gets to both knees and begins hammering down with right hands to the forehead of Bam Miller. The referee lays the count to Austin who breaks away at the four count and gets back to his feet. Austin reaches down picks Bam up off the mat as he drives him back into a neutral corner and starts laying in a series of shoulder blocks to the midsection of Miller followed by a knife-edge chop! There’s a second, a third before Austin looks for an Exploder Suplex that Miller fends off with a series of reverse elbows to the temple breaking Austin’s gip. Miller drives a boot to the midsection of Austin and sets him up and delivers a Piledriver spiking Austin head first off the mat! Miller scurries into a cover hooking a near leg.

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Austin kicks out to a huge ovation from the Atlanta crowd.

CENTURION: A seesaw battle for the World Tag Team Championship is firmly underway in front of our very eyes!

Bam gets to a seated position and holds up three fingers toward the referee that’s answered with two fingers from the referee. Miller shakes his head and gets back to his feet. Bam picks Austin up and scoops him up over his shoulder. Miller looks to deliver a running powerslam! Austin slides down the back of Miller and shoves him toward causing him to crash sternum first into the turnbuckles! Bam staggers backward spinning around into THE RAMSEY SPECIAL! The crowd erupts as Austin holds for the cover!

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A collective gasp fills State Farm Arena as Bam Miller kicks out eyelashes away from a fatal count of three. Austin gets to both knees as he is now shown two fingers by the referee. Austin gets back to his feet where he turns and tags in Todrick. Toddy enters the ring and drives Bam down into the mat with a Running STO. Todrick calls for the Wig Snatch!

DERRICK DIAMOND: Todrick is looking to put an end to it all right here!

Bam starts to slowly work his way back to his feet and when he does Toddy comes with a boot to the midsection! Miller catches the boot as he looks at Toddy and shakes his head “nah”, Miller spins Todrick around in a complete circle before booting him in the midsection where he sets up Ramsey for a Powerbomb! Toddy counters with a back body drop but sends Bam in the direction of his corner where Mac is able to lean over the ropes and make the blind tag. Toddy spins around and makes her move toward Bam unknown that Mac has tagged in and when Toddy gets close to Mac on the apron he grabs her by the head and drops her throat across the top rope while he drops down to the floor!

Mac quickly slides into the ring where he back up to a vertical base and sizes up Todrick for a Superkick!

Mac explodes from the ropes looking to take Toddy’s head off, Toddy ducks out of the way sending Mac toward the ropes, Bane spins around where he’s met with a standing bicycle kick from Tabor-Ramsey! Austin makes the blind tag to Toddy catching her by surprise. Austin steps back through the ropes and dives on top of Mac with a cover.

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Bane pops a shoulder with a kick out! Austin gets back to his feet and his attention is drawn to a guy in a flower delivery suit that has made his way ringside with a dozen roses. Austin watches as the delivery man makes his way around the ring.

CENTURION: This can’t be good, are we getting a flower delivery in the middle of this Tag Title match?!

The delivery guy heads over to Toddy on the apron and hands her the flowers! Austin immediately barges over snatching the flowers from the hands of his wife and throws them at the delivery guy! Austin starts screaming at the guy from inside the ring causing the delivery guy to run back up the ramp, but when Austin spins around Bam Miller has entered the ring and hoists up Austin high in the air for Mac Bane to spike down into the mat head first delivering the END OF DAYS!

Miller quickly blasts Toddy off the apron as Mac Bane makes the cover!

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WINNERS AND NEW WGWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: THE ALLIANCE OF ULTRA-VIOLENCE
Match Time: 17:32

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Miller and Mac erupt upon capturing the Tag Titles! The referee awards them the titles and raises their arms in the air.

DERRICK DIAMOND: I don’t believe it! Mac Bane and Bam Miller have just defeated the Ramseys to capture the WGWF Tag Team Championship!

CENTURION: It seems like #Flowergate continues and in the process whoever is behind all of it has just cost the Show Stealerz the titles.

Toddy looks on from the floor in shock as Bam and Mac celebrate with the titles. Bam and Mac leave the ring to Austin who has backed himself in a corner with a dazed look on his face. Toddy slides into the ring where she crawls over to Austin who watches Bane and Miller leave with the titles.

DERRICK DIAMOND: I wouldn’t say they cost the Show Stealerz, I’d say Mac and Miller capitalized on Austin taking his eye off the ball.

Toddy helps her husband to his feet to an ovation from the Atlanta crowd as Austin is very apologetic. Suddenly sliding in the ring behind Austin and Todrick are two masked men and each of them have a half-dozen red roses!

CENTURION: Wait just a minute!

Austin and Toddy both spin around and are smacked in the face with the roses and the two masked men pounce on the Show Stealerz! One of the masked men kicks Austin in the nuts sending him crumbling to the mat and leaves Todrick to take the brunt of the assault as they get her down on the mat and stomp away at her!

DERRICK DIAMOND: What the hell is all of this about?!?!

The two masked men pick Todrick up and one hits a Superkick sending Toddy into a Spear from the other! The Atlanta crowd boos intently at the ring as the two masked men are back up to their feet where they snatch off the hoods revealing themselves to be…

CENTURION: THE YOUNG LIONS!

The crowd erupts with boos as The Young Lions stand over Austin and Todrick. Eli reaches down picking up on of the roses and crushes it in his hand before dropping the peddles down on Todrick. The crowd erupts as MAC BANE and BAM MILLER hit the ring sending the Young Lions packing to the floor.

DERRICK DIAMOND: First it was Alexandra Calloway and now it’s The Young Lions. Who else is going to show up in the WGWF?

Austin crawls to his wife as he cradles her head feverishly checking on her. Miller and Mac check on Austin before darting their attention to the Young Lions. Eli looks into the camera.

ELI JAMES: I guess #Flowergate is officially solved.

CENTURION: You heard it right there! The Young Lions have played The Ramseys for months!

Back in the ring Bam and Mac are behind Austin as they watch The Young Lions. Bam and Mac slowly turn their heads toward each other and without speaking any words Mac blasts Austin in the back of the head with his newly acquired tag title!

DERRICK DIAMOND: WHAT!

The crowd roars with boos as Miller and Bane start assaulting the Ramsey’s! This even takes the Young Lions by surprise as they dart back to the ring and join in making it a four on two beating!

DING! DING! DING!

The bell echoes throughout the State Farm Arena but is drowned out by the boos from the crowd.





The crowd seems shocked upon hearing the Madonna cover “Like a Prayer” hit the speakers. Upon the opening “When you call my name…” we see exploding out to the top of the ramp…



DERRICK DIAMOND: THAT’S EDWARD GRADO!

Edward Grado takes his hat and turns it around backward on his head as The Young Lions and Mac Bane lock their attention on him. Grado has on jeans and a shirt that features Austin Ramsey on one side and Edward on the other with a caption that reads “FAMILY FIRST”, and sports a black fanny pack secured around his waist.

CENTURION: Edward Grado has shown up in the WGWF and is apparently family to Austin Ramsey!

Levi James slides out to the floor and rushes up the ramp while Edward Grado struts ass down the ramp. Levi swings with a right hand that Grado ducks, Levi spins around and is peppered with several right hand jabs to the jaw and a bionic elbow sends him to the entrance ramp! “Like a Prayer” continues to play as Edward turns his attention toward the ring. Grado rushes and dives under the ropes where he’s immediately jumped on by Eli James and Bam Miller!

Bam and Eli hold onto on of Edward’s arms a piece for Mac Bane to unload with hard right hands to the forehead!

DERRICK DIAMOND: Something’s got to give!



The roof explodes as CHOLO shoots out from the back with a lead pipe in his hand! Cholo hits the ring with Eli splitting one way and Mac Bane and Bam Miller splitting another way with their tag titles.

CENTURION: Not only was Cholo innocent of #Flowergate he’s proven to be an equalizer here tonight to not only aid Todrick Tabor-Ramsey and Edward Grado… but AUSTIN RAMSEY as well!

The ring is cleared as Cholo checks on Edward and the two of them check on Austin and Todrick Tabor-Ramsey as everything we’ve witnessed has a moment to settle in.

DERRICK DIAMOND: We have a lot to unpack with this one. The Young Lions cop to #Flowergate and cause the distraction to lead to the title change. They attack the Ramsey’s, Mac Bane and Bam Miller make the save; or so we thought, only to turn on them leading to a four on two that prompts Edward Grado and the Intercontinental Champion to make the save.

Cholo helps Toddy up while Grado helps Austin. Austin makes a play toward Cholo only to be cut off by Grado who explains everything that’s just transpired. Austin seems shocked to see Grado but Toddy is relieved.

CENTURION: I didn’t think it would be possible for me to be more into this… until now.

Cholo, The Show Stealerz and Edward Grado leave the ring and start heading back up the ramp.


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When we get back from the commercial, the fans are in a riot. Standing inside the ring, in all her deliciously evil glory, stands Sonya FUCKING Benson and her entourage. The ring itself has been transformed. A red velvet carpet is now the canvas. The ropes are a pristine golden. Even the path up the ramp has had red carpet rolled up and down, befitting the Golden Globes. There’s objects hidden under silk cloth around the ring.

CENTURION: Folks at home, we apologize. During the commercial break, Sonya and her goon platoon came out here unannounced and uninvited like they often do, and her hirelings turned this scene into anything but what it’s supposed to be. She’s just doing whatever she damn well pleases now that she ESCAPED Kim earlier tonight thanks to JMONT!

DERRICK DIAMOND: She’s rocking that Big Benson Energy now that’s for sure. She’s the TV Champ. She’s CCPE. She retained against Kim earlier thanks to JMONT She is ... .so stunning and so brave.. She is

CENTURION: Don’t say it..

DERRICK DIAMOND: THAT BITCH!

Cent slams his fist on the desk. Sonya places the mic to her cherry red lips to speak, but as usual the enormity of hatred drowns her out. So, she waits… and waits… and waits… finally they simmer down out of necessity.

SONYA BENSON: I know you think I’m out here to gloat about my retention of this TV Title against what’s her face from nobody cares earlier tonight and at the PPV, but that’s not true believe it or not. Something far more monumental than my liberation from bitchhood happened. At the conclusion of that barbaric nonsense Main Event at War Games, Peter did what Peter does and failed. All hope seems lost! The show was going to end with the shot of a syringe. But NO! A hero emerged and did become the NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPION!

CENTURION: Oh come on bullshit!

DERRICK DIAMOND: Possession is nine-tenths of the law buddy.

SONYA BENSON: So, with that being said, I introduce to you all here in *checks imaginary notes* Nowhere, USA…being accompanied to the ring by his adoring fiance Mia and Baby G….he is the IIW World Champion.. The T.I.A. World champion… and your brand NEW… WGWF World Champion…. THE TITAN OF TITLES… THE MAN AMONG BOYS, KING AMONG MEN, GOD AMONG KINGS, TITAN AMONG GODS….. The one true BEAST of WGWF… JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJMMMMMOOOOOOONNNNNNNNTTTTT!

The lights in the arena slowly fade. And when the darkness hits, you can see a spotlight directly focused on the entranceway.

CENTURION: Who does this guy think he is?

DERRICK DIAMOND: He is our World Champion.

Out walks Mia, who is holding Baby G. Mia is dressed in comfort and style. Wearing a jersey wide leg pant with web stripe by Gucci complimented by a matching jersey zip jacket with web stripe by Gucci as well. And to complete this outfit, she has a pair of White Gucci Loafers on. Looking like a million bucks tonight because she does. Around her neck is Christie's Diamond Necklace. Million bucks? Fuck that. Try 8 million you cheap fucks. And of course, you cannot forget the million dollar rock on her finger. But the best thing that money can not buy is in her arms. Baby G looked cuter than ever in her matching Baby Gucci outfit to Mia. With the spotlight on the both of them, the fans are cheering and going crazy for them. Their popularity is very high with the fans and press, but the same cannot be said about the man that is about to come out.

CENTURION: Mia is a great woman and mother.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Wait til J Mont hears that comment. He is going to slap the taste out of your mouth for hitting on Mia.

CENTURION: It's called a compliment.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Too late. You hit on J Mont’s woman. You are going to pay for that.

The spotlight goes away. Total Darkness once again until the Titantron lights up.

MONEY

The Titantron flickers to a new word.

POWER

Once again, another flicker.

RESPECT

One more time for good measure.

TRIFECTA CHAMP

With Baby G and Mia standing there, the PYRO’S that usually set the tone of a J Mont entrance get a night off because J Mont does not want to scare his daughter, but the music hits by DMX and lasers of multiple colors start to shoot all over the arena. Baby G is smiling as she enjoys the show. Out walks the man of the hour. J Mont is smiling as the fans are heavenly booing. A few cheers are mixed in for one of the most hated men in the industry today. That is not stopping J Mont from the sinister smile. Dressed in an almost matching Gucci sweatsuit to Mia and Baby G, he makes his way towards them. He leans in and gives Baby G a kiss. Followed by a kiss on the lips to Mia. If you thought Mia was blinding everyone with her bling bling, you haven't seen anything yet. J Mont has the WGWF World Title around his waist. Then on his left shoulder is the IIW World Title. On the right shoulder is the TIA World Title.

CENTURION: This guy is a straight clown.

DERRICK DIAMOND: You're just mad that you cannot hang in the ring anymore and do what this man does.

CENTURION: I can still hang with the best of them if need be.

DERRICK DIAMOND: This man is a champion all over the world and is at the top of his game. Show him some respect.

CENTURION: I will show him some respect when he shows this industry some.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Well, you are going to be waiting a while for that to happen.

J Mont, Mia, Baby G and the 3 World Titles make their way down the ramp. There are a lot of boos from the fans, but the swearing and verbal assaults at J Mont are not happening because he is with Baby G and Mia. But that will not stop the fans from letting J Mont know he is not liked. Even Mia is laughing now because she is witnessing first hand just how disliked her future husband is. And it looks like Baby G may have flipped off a fan or she was just playing with her hand. But either way, she has her daddy’s back.

CENTURION: The worst part is that he has not even made it to the ring yet to throw up whatever it is he wants to say.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Let’s not forget about Sonya as well.

CENTURION: This is the worst thing that could have ever happened to the WGWF. Benson and J Mont working together.

DERRICK DIAMOND: It’s best for business.

Norris and Smith part the ropes for Mia, Baby G, and J Mont. And once inside the ring, Sonya greets them all with hugs and friendly pecks on the cheek. And yes, even MORE lasers go off and confetti falls from the rafters. The J MONT family seems quite surprised by the ballyhoo but they also seem to be enjoying it immensely.

The music dies. The confetti stops falling. The lasers cease.. But those JEERS?. Those boos reach a level that moves the needle on the Richter Scale.

SONYA BENSON: First of all, to get things going, we must TITLE TOAST!

She toasts her TV Title against all three of J-MONT’s championships and they enjoy sips of bubblay in between. The crowd is fucking livid at this sign of excess success.

SONYA BENSON: J MONT, there’s really not much I can say that hasn’t already been said about your greatness. I’m just so happy that someone of your esteem, which is beyond reproach, has decided to look upon me not with scorn or contempt like your contemporaries, but with tolerance and understanding. You saved me when all hope was lost.

CENTURION: BULLSHIT!

SONYA BENSON: For that and so much more, I am forever in your debt, and you’ll always have an ally, no, a friend in me! Tonight, we celebrate the ERA OF J MONT! The era of the real BEAST! IT has begun! Let us parlay!

She curtsy bows to him.

CENTURION: Oh… my… GOD! Are we really gonna see this? JMONT and SONYA??? Officially on the same page???

DERRICK DIAMOND: I sure hope so cause business is about to pick up. Just look in that ring. Four championships between those two. The wealth. The titles. The pedigree.

J Mont places the IIW World Title and the TIA World Title on a table in the ring. Still wearing the WGWF World Title around his waist, he leans through the middle rope to get a mic of his own. He taps the mic twice with his hand to make sure it's working.

J MONT: Damn Sonya, I was not expecting this. I know we talked about a title celebration but this is incredible. I truly appreciate the love and hospitality here. Now that everyone is witnessing first hand what SUCCESS looks like. [J Mont looks at his titles, then looks at Mia and Baby G, then at Sonya with the TV Title.] That’s right. What we have in this ring is something that everyone strives and wants. Everyone wants to be a WORLD CHAMPION like me. Or should I say WORLD CHAMP! WORLD CHAMP! WORLD CHAMP!

The boos start to take over the arena. J Mont, Mia and Sonya are all laughing. J Mont gives it a minute as they finally start to die down.

J MONT: WORLD CHAMP! WORLD CHAMP! WORLD CHAMP! You can all kiss my a……

Mia put her hand over J Mont’s mouth.

J MONT: OK, this is going to be truly difficult for me to do my best PG J Mont version, but I'm going to try.

CENTURION: I really cannot stand this guy at all.

DERRICK DIAMOND: J Mont is the past, present and future of wrestling.

CENTURION: You really need to think about what you just said.

DERRICK DIAMOND: I know what I said, and you're in the PAST Cent. Deal with it.

J MONT: I really and truly wanted to take the night off, but that was before Fat Rotten decided to run his mouth and make promises and threats about what is going to happen at the end of the night. So I am really glad that Sonya has stolen that from him.

J Mont sees a guy walking around in the stands with a hot dog box with straps around his shoulders.

J MONT: Hey hot dog guy in the 37th row. Save all of those for Fat Rotten and I'll handle the bill.

Sonya starts to burst out laughing, but the fans are truly against what is going on in the ring.

CENTURION: No respect for the new co general manager.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Rotten had to know what he was signing up for. Everyone knows when there is J Mont in the fed, you have to be ready for anything.

J MONT: Tonight is a night for celebration and unity. I know that Mia and Sonya don't have the best history but at the end of the day, it's nice to have someone watching your back here in the WGWF. I have other allies here but there are times they cannot help me based on the issues that are currently going on. And with Sonya, she don't give a crap. She doesn't like anyone here but a select few. And I happen to be one of them and if you mess with Sonya, then you are going to have to deal with J Mont. It’s that simple. You can call us a team. You can call us friends. It doesn't matter because we are on the SAME PAGE and we are about to write chapter after chapter here in the WGWF. It’s going to turn into a best seller book before you know it. The chapters are going to include, The Fall of Kim Pain. Another one is going to be, how to diet- not by Fat Rotten. Another chapter is how to win TV and World Gold by J Mont and Sonya. There are plenty more chapters, but we want to save some of the surprises for you.

CENTURION: What a terrible idea for a book.

DERRICK DIAMOND: I'm going to buy the hard and digital copy of it.

J Mont finally takes off the WGWF WORLD TITLE from his waist and raises it up in the air. This sounds like Yankee Stadium after the Yanks lost to the Mets in extra innings. The boos are so loud you cannot hear anything but them.

CENTURION: How can anyone like this?

DERRICK DIAMOND: You are talking about J Mont and Benson. They love this.

3 minutes of boos before J Mont finally gets back to the mic. With the WGWF World Title next to his other titles now. J Mont starts to walk around the ring.

J MONT: So, there is not much left to say other than that Peter Vaughn sucks and is scared to face me. Jim Caedus is not worth my time. And I know I made Fat Rotten’s day when I bought that abundance of hot dogs for him. The Era of J Mont and Benson has arrived. You can call me the REAL BEAST!

Sonya giddily claps and nods

SONYA BENSON: Oh no slags and sweathogs, this isn’t over. We’re just getting started. J MONT, it is TIME for your well deserved gifts for liberating me and all of us from the underwhelming reign of Peter Yawn. Let us begin!

Sonya looks so damn cute and happy jumping up and down as Norris and Smith present J MONT and Mia with stuff. The World’s Greatest Champion grins from ear to ear and rips one open.



[The portrait draws huge jeers from the crowd.]

DERRICK DIAMOND: Man, Sonya spared no expense. That’s a thing of beauty!

CENTURION: Please let this end. Dear god please.

J MONT: I don’t even know what to say. I am never speechless for words, but I love it and have the perfect spot in the mansion for it. Thank you so much.

Mia opens her gift and is stunned to find a solid gold 100,000 karat gold baby stroller



Mia is speechless and Baby G’s eyes are wide with wonder.

SONYA BENSON: Not 24 karat. Not 50 karat. That’s 100k Karat.

CENTURION: Pay attention people; this is how you buy friends!

DERRICK DIAMOND: That brilliant woman is putting on a masterclass in it.

J MONT is visibly taken aback in the best way and just marvels at it, then smiles and turns his attention toward Sonya.

J MONT: Not so fast, friend. You’re not gonna outdo ole J MONT on this. I bet you thought I wasn’t gonna bring you anything huh? Nope. You should know me better by now. Sonya, in honor of your 155 days combined as TV Champion, I present to you… well… actually… HE presents something to you…

“Best Around” the Karate Kid soundtrack kicks up as Donald Trump walks out clad mostly in one of his nice suits except for the t-shirt underneath which reads “Flash Rotten Ate My Votes”..



CENTURION: Holy shit, that’s really Trump. That’s not a body double. It’s not an actor! Unbelievable! But then again believable since he was at the charity tag match supporting Benson.

DERRICK DIAMOND: Look at Trump’s shirt.. Haha.. “Flash Rotten Ate My Votes”.. that’s why he lost the election. We finally know the truth!

Trump is carrying something inside a sleek silk cloth and is greeted with great fanfare by those in the ring, but not so much by those in attendance - who, well, boo the fuck out of him. He is handed the mic with immense respect shown by those in the ring.

DONALD TRUMP: When J MONT called me up I couldn’t say no, even with all the bologna going on with my case. We’ve golfed together, Sonya, and I remember playing tennis with you a little bit when you were a teen. I knew then just like I know now, that you’re a terrific person despite all the slander thrown your way by the fake news. You and J MONT are such an inspiration, unlike that fake champion Peter who, like Biden, is a coward, and that incestious Kim. Just not-nice people those two are. So much of an inspiration that I jumped at the chance to present you with your very own STYLIZED WGWF Television Champion. So, without further adieu, I, President of the United States of America, hereby award the woman among girls, queen among women, goddess among queens, titan among goddesses.. Sonya Benson her very own WGWF Championship…

He unveils it in dramatic fashion



Sonya’s eyes fill up with tears. Her cute little lip quivers. She accepts with rare humility and heaves it high in the air for all to see.

CENTURION: What a total slap in the face to wrestling, to Kim Pain, and to that championship! Just listen to the crowd here. They're raining down boos like burning fire from Mount Vesuvius! Enough of this segment. It’s been 30 minutes almost and 20 of that was J-MONT’s damn entrance!

DERRICK DIAMOND: True but damn Sonya looks so cute right now all happy and genuinely smiling. She’s actually crying, not out of fear but out of joy. Aww.

Trump officially snaps the title around her waist and after some more suck festing starts to take his leave….

“LADIES…. AND….. GENTLEMAN!”

The crowd EXPLODES as walking out to the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand is the Co-General Manager of Monday Night Brawl; the incomparable, Flash Rotten.

FLASH ROTTEN: My name is Flash Rotten…

The crowd states loudly and audibly with Flash.

FLASH ROTTEN: And just when I thought there wasn’t a way for this Post-War Games edition of Brawl was going to tank down the toilet J Mont appeared.

Some light laughter from the crowd as J Mont raises his microphone up to spout off at Flash who simply does a cut motion across his throat signaling for the live microphone to be cut and when Mont speaks he’s not heard. Sonya passes off her microphone to J Mont and again as he speaks Flash shakes his head giving a second cut motion across his throat with his left hand bringing more laughter from the crowd. Flash stands at the top of the ramp and eyeballs the ring.

FLASH ROTTEN: I tried to tell you that this imaginary stroke you THINK you have ends the moment you walk through any door in any arena that the WGWF is taking part in; not to mention I think I speak for Atlanta when I say we’ve all been bored enough by anything you feel like you need to say. Now, Joe, I’m glad you lived up to your word and showed up tonight so that I can say this to your face.

Flash looks past J Mont to Mia who is holding Baby G.

FLASH ROTTEN: Hey Mia, sorry about the LFL loss.

Flash directs his attention to J Mont.

FLASH ROTTEN: Now, I don’t know if you or anyone else for that matter knows that you can have all the accolades that you want OUTSIDE of the WGWF, and while people like you boast those accomplishments in federation after federation, becoming the broken record that you’ve turned into that those accomplishments mean absolutely NOTHING in the WGWF. You brag about being the IIW World Champion when everyone who has seen that product sees the dismal failure that it’s always been, you are elated to be the TIA Champion? Why? Because anyone that knows anything knows that title means about as much as toilet paper AFTER it’s been flushed! It means NOTHING here, Joe. But do you know what does? Losing to Mac Bane, twice.

The crowd erupts for Flash.

FLASH ROTTEN: Do you know what matters here, Joe? You LOSING at WrestleWars to the Show Stealerz.

A louder ovation from the crowd.

FLASH ROTTEN: Do you know what else matters here, Joe? You LOSING a Fatal Four Way against Fred Debonair, John Cable, and Mac Bane. Do you see where I’m going with this, buttercup? It’s easier for you to win in organizations that’s level of talent is mid-card at best because that’s EXACTLY where you belong. For the better part of two weeks you and Tweedle Duh have taken to Twitter and social media with you failed “mean girls” attempts only to stand here in front of me getting taken to task by one of the men that holds your fates in the palm of his hands.

Flash then states.

FLASH ROTTEN: And with the fun and games out of the way I think it’s time we stop wasting the time of the fans and cut to the chase. I made a very clear SPOILER earlier this week, do you remember what that was?

Joe tries speaking in the dead microphone and realizes it’s dead. He throws it down to the mat.

FLASH ROTTEN: What was that, Joe? I couldn’t hear you… In the off chance you forgot allow me to reiterate it here and now. The piece of property that you have in your possession that doesn’t belong to you is going to find its way back into the hands of it’s rightful owner.

The lights in the arena go dark drawing a massive ovation from the Atlanta crowd. Cell phones start firing off from all over in an attempt to light the ringside area but fail to do so. The blackout lasts for ten seconds, and during it a loud thud is heard in the ring. The lights draw back up to reveal PETER VAUGHN on the floor with a cattle prod in his right hand, the WGWF Title in his left, and a pair of night vision goggles on his forehead while in the ring J Mont is down and appears to have wet pants at his crotch level.

We see Sonya Benson on the outside, having gotten Mia and Baby G to safety. She looks beside herself with fury, yelling at her entourage to get in there, although none seem to be interested, staring at Vaughn’s angry face. The only other person still in the ring is Donald Trump, who is shaking with fury.

DONALD TRUMP: This celebration is RIGGED!! The American people won’t stand for…

He isn’t able to finish, as Vaughn immediately turns, jamming the cattle prod into Trump’s side!! The former President falls backwards, rolling out of the ring in agony, where Secret Service members catch him and immediately begin carrying him quickly out of the arena. Vaughn doesn’t seem concerned either way, as he goes back to staring at the WGWF World Title in his hand.

CENTURION: Vaughn took out a former President of the United States!!

DERRICK DIAMOND: This is unacceptable!!

CENTURION: And I don’t think it had anything to do with politics! Vaughn just wanted to get him out of his face!

As Vaughn stands there, still over the downed J Mont, the camera turns back upstage. Flash stands at the top of the ramp laughing under his breath.

FLASH ROTTEN: Oh, and when he decides to wake up you can let him know that at Summer Madness I’ll be giving him his shot at becoming the rightful WGWF World Champion against PETER VAUGHN… AND… JIM CAEDUS in a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!

The crowd erupts.

FLASH ROTTEN: And before he can get it twisted, it has nothing to do with him deserving it… and everything to do with me wanting to watch Vaughn and Caedus shred him apart! Lesson number one J Mont, don’t bring a knife to a gunfight. Now, where is my cheeseburger, bitch!

Brawl fades with Flash retrieving a hotdog from the vendor J-MONT harassed and eating it as he whimsically struts back through the curtain.