Post by Chris Page on Jul 4, 2023 7:55:30 GMT -5
EARLIER TODAY:
The words “recorded earlier” appear on the screen as we open up in the parking lot. In quick order we see a rental car speed into the lot and park in a spot. The engine shuts off, the door opens, and out pops Flash Rotten. The rest of the car smooths out from the severe shift in weight leaving the interior as the co-gm rummages in the back seat for some stuff.
Suddenly, a septic truck barrels into view, stopping at the back of the car, effectively blocking Flash Rotten in.
Flash barely has the chance to protest before J Mont and Sonya burst out from the doors clad in protective attire, followed by Norris and Smith. Flash’s eyes light up with fear as he sees the alarming sight of a hose pointed at him.
J MONT: Since you love talking about my piss so much, here ya go fat fuck.
Sonya and J Mont brace themselves as J Mont twists the hose on full power.
*SWOOOOOSH*
The impact bowls Flash over and he’s pinned to the ground by the torrent of J Mont’s piss.
{kinda like this}
J MONT: Yeeeeah Fatty McFatfuck, two weeks of saved up J Mont piss. Drink it up maaaaaaan!
Flash looks so funny on the ground trying to swim away. The commotion has alerted John Cable’s Lock Down security detail that provides security for the WGWF shows. They head over shouting for them to cease and desist.
SONYA BENSON: Back off, Lock Down guards! Marine biologists are on the way to treat and escort this beached whale back to his natural habitat. We’re keeping him alive until then!
They don’t buy the asinine remark and keep coming, so J Mont and Sonya turn the hose on them and spray the fuck out of the Lock Down guards with the power of J Mon’t piss, sending them scattering like roaches when the lights come on. Some fall and are nearly drowned.
After having their fill with the Lock Down guys, J Mont and Sonya turn the hose back on the down-and-out Flash Rotten. Despite him having given up, just lying there, they blast the fuck out of him yet again, almost drowning the man. They don’t relent in fact, and their attack only ceases when there’s no more piss to wash Flash down with.
They drop the hose as Norris and Smith stroll up with boxes. They make their way over to the Lock Down guys where Sonya and J Mont pull shirts from the boxes.
J MONT: Tell your boss The Real BEAST is in the building.
They toss the shirts on them.
And this one too.
As they make their way back to Rotten, Sonya mentions something to Norris, who in turn pulls out a set of shirts that have been rolled into the shape of a delicious burrito. Norris breaks open a bunch of Taco Bell hot sauce packets and dumps it on them, then under Sonya’s direction, leans down and force feeds the cotton flavored “burrito” to the gagging and nearly-drowned Flash Rotten.
J MONT: I wanted to make sure you didn’t miss dinner, you fat piece of shit.
J Mont peels off his protective gear, revealing a Buffalo Bills jersey with the name Raven and #1 on the back.
SONYA BENSON: Your best bet is to tender your resignation, get into your crappy 2013 Ford Focus rental, and get the hell out of here. It’s only gonna get worse for you if you don’t. Now go, earthquake. Beat it. Scram!
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In a truly strange scene, Akuma requested the handicap match be turned into a tornado tag handicap match so that the Glizzy Boys can both come at her at the same time. The ref urged her not to but she insisted, so the ring official let her have her way.
DING DING
The Glizzy Boys rushed her at the same time with double clotheslines but she ducked under them and hit the ropes. On the rebound she knocked them over with ease by way of a double lariat like Stan Hansen used to do. She shotgun drop kicked Bruno out of the ring then picked up Philip over her head in a military press but instead of dumping him into a slam she hurled him IMPRESSIVELY into the 2nd row of fans.
Akuma ran the ropes after this and unalive dived into Bruno just as he was getting to his feet. A few of the drunk American 4th-of-the-July fans get too lippy with the Japanese beast so she sprays green mist into their eyes, earning some impending lawsuits for WGWF. She rolls back into the ring as Phillip slides back in still hobbled by the hard landing into the stands.
Akuma: Konnichiwa
She sends him onto the one way train to the shadow realm with a hard style running boot to the face as he’s still on all fours. Akuma plants him with a scoop slam then goes to the top rope with scary quickness for her size, and then flies off with a nightmarish flying legdrop into the pinfall.
1-2-3!
Bruno slides in too late and Akuma destroys him with a hard style running boot to the head. As they are down Mr. Hijiri motions up the ramp and before long two American flag covered coffins are rolled down. Mr. Hijiri and Akuma put both of them in them caskets and poses on top of it cause huge eruptions of jeers.
She and Mr. Hiri stand on the coffins and wave the superior Japanese flag.
WINNER VIA PINFALL: AKUMA
Match Time: 4:22
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The crowd cheers loudly for Edward Grado as he and Ragnarok are next in the ring. Ragnarok dominated the early moments with his size and strength on full display with several suplexes. Ragnarok taunts the crowd but allowed Grado to get up where he peppers Ragnarok with a series of jabs before landing a bionic elbow sending Ragnarok back into a corner. Grado hit a running lariat that sends Ragnarok to a seat position against the buckles for a running cannonball by Grado for a near fall. Grado looked to continue the offense but a reversal from Ragnarok lead to a huge boot to the face followed by a Chokeslam for a near fall. The crowd rallied behind Edward as Ragnarok continued his assault until Grado ducked a spin kick and dropped Ragnarok with Piledriver for a near fall! Grado took control for several minutes leading to a few more near falls. Grado set up Ragnarok for a running boot to the face, Ragnarok ducked and puts Grado away with a series of Powerbombs to lead to the victory.
WINNER VIA PINFALL: RAGNAROK
Match Time: 9:45
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On deck next is a Fatal Four Way with Kim Pain, Justin York, Emily Simms, and Geri Miller. York and Pain paired off as did Miller and Simms. The crowd erupted with boos when SONYA BENSON ran down and pulled Kim Pain out to the floor and brawled with her through the crowd leaving Emily to take a two-on-one opposite York and Miller! Miller and York landed several double-team moves before Miller looks for a cover that is immediately broken up by York. York and Miller argue amongst themselves allowing Emily Simms to dropkick Miller in the back sending her into York! Simms with a School Girl to Miller who escapes the near fall. Simms takes over on Miller and gains several near-fall attempts before York is back in the mix and hits a standing STO on Simms. York sets up Simms for a V-Trigger only to have Miller land a reverse DDT! Miller has her sights set on Simms who is starting to work her way back to her feet. Miller looks for a Superkick! Simms ducks and hits a Superkick to the right knee of Miller dropping her to one knee where she hits the Shining Wizard! Justin York sneaks behind Simms and dumps her over the top rope and out to the floor before landing the BANKROLL on Miller where he scores the victory.
WINNER VIA PINFALL: JUSTIN YORK
Match Time: 11:21
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The heat was real in our next contest as Amber Mansly entered first followed by Cyrus Riddle who is making his return to Professional Wrestling. Before they could even lock up Amber took a powder to the floor making it perfectly clear that this match starts on her time frame. She took several minutes jawing with ringside fans before finally making her way into the ring where the bell rang. The question of ring rust for Riddle was about to be answered when they looked to lock up but it is Mansley who a rake to the eyes! Mansley took control with a drop-toe hold and transitioned into a single-leg crab. Riddle made the ropes and a break was given at the referee four count. Buffalo booed the hell out of Amber. Riddle turned things around with a T-Bone suplex for a near fall. Riddle lands a Side Russian Leg Sweep followed by a leaping elbow drop for another near fall. Riddle took Amber and shot her into a corner, Amber bounced off the buckles with a spinning back elbow catching Cy in the temple! Mansley took control and went for several submissions before locking in a Sharpshooter. The referee continued to ask Riddle to surrender, which he refused as he makes it to the ropes. Amber refuses to release the hold until the referee lays the count to her. She finally breaks right at the four count. The referee admonishes her but she can truly give no fucks as she goes right back on the attack. Riddle turned things around with a side Russian leg sweep followed by a Dragon Sleeper. The crowd anticipated a tap out but Mansley made the ropes forcing the break. Riddle eventually locked in the In Noctem! Amber is in serious trouble until… she mule kicks Riddle in the groin forcing the referee to call for the bell.
WINNER VIA DISQUALIFICATION: CYRUS RIDDLE
Match Time: 14:34
Post Match Amber continued to lay the boots to Riddle but quickly took a powder when Cyrus started to turn things around. There was a heated staredown between the two leading to the close of WGWF Dark.
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We kick-off with a view of Denise Essex making her way forward, with the cameraman following her. She turns back, adjusting her hair for a second before speaking.
DENISE ESSEX: Hello, everyone. We have a stacked card for you all tonight but before our Eve of the 4th Brawl kicks off we'd like to get a few words from WGWF World Champion Peter Vaughn and his thoughts not only on the situation gearing up for Summer Madness but on facing tonight the former, perhaps future, champ in Johnathan "The Beast" Cable. It should be just through...
Denise pushes 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 enou- Wait, this seems awfully familiar. Didn't this happen two weeks ago?
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?
JIM CAEDUS: Who's gone?
Denise jumps, but to her credit, she doesn't scream. She spins around to see Jim Caedus standing there, a small scowl on his face as he hoists a large, gilded ceremonial mace over his shoulder.
DENISE ESSEX: Peter! I mean.. Wait, what? Jim Caedus? YOU'RE here? We're looking for Peter Vaughn.
JIM CAEDUS: I guess we're both outta luck then. He must be gimmickin' it up wit' that dry as fuck "fear me please" persona someplace else. What a dick, huh...no showin' a scheduled segment like 'e no showed the hype cycle fer the KCW marks hopin' t'see 'im leadin' up t' the pay per view? That'll teach 'is fanbase.
DENISE ESSEX: It was definitely an unfortunate situation. What's... What's with the mace?
JIM CAEDUS: Oh this?
Jim slides the heavy makeshift weapon he'd used overseas during the recent Battle of Bannockburn off of his shoulder and pats his left palm with it.
JIM CAEDUS: I was lookin' t' make a few adjustments down here fer the company. There were a few things that needed t' be... tweaked.
DENISE ESSEX: ...With a mace? Hey... Isn't that what Mr. Vaughn said almost verbatim last time holding his wrench?
JIM CAEDUS: Why...yes it is, Denise.
Jim slings the weapon back over his right shoulder and begins walking away, pausing for a moment to ask-
JIM CAEDUS: Y'all comin'?
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 figures she may as well try to salvage this with an interview.
DENISE ESSEX: So... Mr. Caedus...
JIM CAEDUS: Jim.
DENISE ESSEX: Jim. Is there anything you'd like to say to Mr. Vaughn after his words for you two weeks ago?
Jim doesn't even turn back. He keeps walking, knowing exactly the location of the stairway out of this place...which isn't much of a mystery considering lines have been painted onto the walls and floor for just such a purpose at every single arena, varying colors equating to various locations throughout the bowels of the building. Denise must not have noticed in Atlanta. As they reach the stairs, Jim glances over his left shoulder.
JIM CAEDUS: Don't worry, I won't be puttin' on a burst 'a speed an' leavin' the two 'a you in the dust as Petey did last time like a man-child throwin' tantrums every chance he gets. *snicker* Lil' bitch. Watch yer step. Both 'a ya.
The three ascend the stairs together in silence until finally opening and stepping through the door where Lycana is there to meet Jim. They speak to eachother, the camera mic unable to pick up the low volume short convo, before then turning to proceed down the hallway towards gorilla position and the entrance to ringside.
DENISE ESSEX: So...no words for Mr. Vaughn?
Again Jim abstains from responding. Denise and the cameraman halt, the camera view angling down to the ground as we cut to–
Moments into the entrance music Jim steps out onto the stage with Lycana beside him, both of them stoic as they halt to the mixed reaction from the crowd in attendance-- a reaction moreso leaning towards approval from a larger majority now as opposed to what we've seen in the last few months following his return to the business. Jim then removes the mace from his shoulder and drops his right arm allowing the weapon to hang menacingly an inch from the ground as he and Ly start making their way down the ramp towards the ring.
CENTURION: And here he comes Derr', fresh off a rather controversial performance in the Battle of Bannockburn out in KCW.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I have to say Cent, I like what I witnessed. Been awhile since last I saw Jim quite so...serious; his actions two weeks ago in Atlanta pale in comparison.
CENTURION: "Serious"? I'd say what he did in KCW was rather cutthroat.
DERRICK DIAMOND: To put a finer point on it, yes, that's an apt description. Are you saying you disapprove?
CENTURION: On the contrary; I have to admit I like seeing this side of him as well.
Jim arrives at the corner steps and ascends to the apron followed by Lycana for whom he pulls the top rope up while sitting on the middle, allowing her to smoothly enter the ring after which he steps through himself. He hands the mace to Ly then, looking to the timekeeper table, a mic is tossed and Jim catches it. He allows the cacophonous reaction from the fans to die down before raising it to his lips as the music ends…
JIM CAEDUS: Two weeks ago our illustrious World Heavyweight Champion had some choice words- or should I say threats -t'levy my way in response t' the events at War Games. Roll the clip...
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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.
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We return to the live feed to see Lycana smirking. Jim, however, displays a darkening expression amidst the buzz from the fans.
JIM CAEDUS: Those 'r some pretty ballsy words there, Pete. Allow me t'retort...
First of all, yer team didn't fight hard; they fought t'the extent 'a their abilities which wasn't nearly enough. So no, neither they nor you deserved the win y'arrogant prick. That's why y'got'cher asses handed t'ya an' Team Caedus came through wit' the victory.
At that, those who remain hating Jim Caedus and/or supporting Peter Vaughn make their opinion heard via a rising chant reminiscent of last Brawl:
HATERS: YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!
YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!
YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!
YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!
The opposing view raise their voices LOUDLY in protest, forcing their own space and combining like so:
FANS: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
HATERS: YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!
FANS: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
HATERS: YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!
FANS: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
HATERS: YOU SCREWED VAUGHN!
This plays out for a bit before Jim continues as the volume of the battling chants starts to wane.
JIM CAEDUS: An' second, roll the next clip...
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We return again to the live feed, an ongoing ovation (nearly smothering the booing entirely) from the fans thundering throughout the arena. Lycana can't help but smile, Jim somehow remains as dark as ever. He raises his voice to be heard.
JIM CAEDUS: Suck my peter, Vaughn. You're out'cher element wit' me. Out'cher element an' out'cher muthafuckin' mind fer thinkin' I of all people would let'choo get away wit' threatenin' me.
The ovation increases, so Jim increases his volume yet again.
JIM CAEDUS: Yer a snake, not a badass; so stay in yer lane. Or, feel free t'double-down on that ego 'a yers an' see what happens. I ain't JMont, bitch.
An' speakin' 'a bitches...the same goes fer you Joe. In less than thirty seconds, ONE hit a piece, I put'cha BOTH down. No amount 'a shit talkin' or twistin' facts from you- hell, from PETER -gonna change a damn thing 'bout the statement I made. Nothin' either 'a ya DO from here on out gonna erase it. Y'can both retaliate, an' I won't be the least bit surprised if y'do, but it won't save face fer ya.
Fact is...both Peter Vaughn an' Joe Montouri playin' games. They play games 'cause the best they can do is jack-off.
I don't jack-off, y'jag-offs.
I'm Jimmy Caedus.
An' Jimmy Caedus...he fucks.
Regardless 'a what happens tonight in the main event, I'll be seein' y'both at Summer Madness. Invest in some tush-cush boys...
'Cause y'better believe I'ma be up in yer asses.
Balls
Fuckin'
Deep.
The ovation (never quite dying down throughout his closing tirade) continues. Jim's music hits as he drops the mic. Lycana hands him his mace and they turn to leave, Jim again helpin' her exit between the ropes before stepping through onto the apron and hopping down to the mat first, helping her down sweetly by lowering her with his free arm. The two make their exit to prepare for their tag match later on.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and Gentlemen the opening contest LIVE on Monday Night Brawl is scheduled for one fall and is for the WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, about to make her way to the ring she is the challenger, WILMA SHAKESFEAR!
"Beethoven's 5th Symphony" plays the crowd reacts with a decent pop as Wilma Shakesfear graceful floats down the ramp dressed in her strange but colorful Victorian Era attire. She tags hands and shares chats with some of the fan folk before elegantly trotting up the steps and gracefully entering the ring. The fans gives her a big pop as she does a grandoise spinning ballet move into a perfect ten type landing and showman curtsy-bow.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And her opponent…
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: She IS the WGWF Television Champion, SONYA BENSON!
“Paint It Black" (the modern remixed version) by Valerie Broussard plays and the crowd jeers the hateful anti pro wrestling activist turned pro wrestler against her will as she emerges atop the ramp flanked by her manager Norris and her bodyguard Smith. Some hirelings are carting the sacred XWF hall of fame ring mat that she stole from the XWF hall of fame building during her desecration of it. The hirelings unroll it down the ramp and Sonya makes a speedy trek down to the ring because she does not want to freaking be here. During their transit to the ring she makes sure to have Norris rip up some of the fans’ signs that she finds offensive. Once they get inside the ring she moves to her corner where she paces nervously while getting an encouraging pep talk from her entourage.
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CENTURION: We are kicking things off tonight in Buffalo with the TV Title on the line!
DERRICK DIAMOND: I wonder if Sonya is going to be able to focus her attention on Wilma with Kim Pain in the building.
The bell has rang as we see Sonya and Wilma stand in the middle of the ring, the champion motions towards Wilma that she is going to destroy her, causing the challenger to charge in on her as that forces Sonya to roll out of the ring as Norris and Smith immediately surround her as Wilma stares her down in the inside of the ring.Motioning for Sonya to get back in the ring, only to have Sonya tell her that she has got something stuck in her eye and needs a timeout. We see Norris and Smith jump up on the ring apron, talking to the official and Wilma in order for them to distract them as Sonya walks around the ring and charges Wilma from behind. Only to have Wilma anticipating Sonya’s move as she turns around and kicks her in the midsection before delivering a scissors kick to the back of her head. Wilma immediately rolls Sonya over on her back and goes for the cover
1!!
2!!
THR…
DERRICK DIAMOND: Wilma almost scored the upset in quick fashion!
Sonya manages to kick out at the count of two,sits up and gets locked in a reverse chinlock by the challenger as Wilma attempts to keep a momentum on the champion as Sonya slowly tries to get back to her feet in an attempt to counter the side headlock into a hammerlock. She quickly transitioning the hold into a standing side headlock of her own after pulling on the hair of Wilma. Causing Wilma to complain to the official that Sonya was pulling her hair, the official asks Sonya about it as she shakes her head no and still complains about having issues with her ey, causing the fans to boo her for her antics. Wilma manages to wrap her arms around the waist of Sonya, pushing her into the ropes before sending her into the opposite side for an Irish Whip, coming off the ropes herself she sets herself up for a spinning backfist that connects in the face of the champion. Sonya falls down to the canvas, seemingly unconscious as Wilma immediately goes for a cover. Hooking the legs as the crowd is starting to count to three
Crowd: One! Two! three!!!
CENTURION: Come on referee!
DERRICK DIAMOND: How many times is Sonya Benson going to be saved by officiating?
But there’s no bell ringing as the official was distracted by Smith, who had jumped on the ring apron and started to argue about whatever excuse that he could come up with. This angers Wilma, who walks over towards the man and executes an Axe Kick that sends Smith off the canvas as the crowd cheers the challenger on. Only to have Sonya Benson come up from behind her and executes a Russian Leg Sweep as this drops Wilma backwards before going for the cover as the official jumps over them and starts to count
1!!
2!!
THR…
But Wilma manages to kick out at the final moment, causing Sonya to complain about the lack of a fast count to the official. Sonya gets up and starts to push the official into the corner, repeating to him that he needs to count faster. Only to have the official warn her that if she touches him one more time that she would be disqualified
CENTURION: Don’t threaten her with a good time, she’ll take a DQ loss. It’s not like it’s the first time.
We see Wilma slowly rise up to her feet, staring at the champion and discussing with the official as she gets up. She walks over towards the champion, spinning her around as she sets her up for a Jawbreaker. But Sonya pushes her into the ropes as she sets herself up for a Dropkick of her own, only causing the fans to laugh as she only manages to jump a few inches off the canvas before landing awkwardly on her backside. Wilma uses the momentum of sonya as she executes the Double Tour mushroom stomp on the champions back before rolling her up for the cover as she hooks her legs
1!!
2!!
THRE…
The official has stopped the three count at the final moment as he notices Sonya’s hand being underneath the bottom rope after being hit by the move from Wilma and being rolled over on her back. Wilma stares at the hand and shakes her head, not believing what just happened as she was so very close to securing a victory over the champion and secure the title. She grabs the head of Sonya and pulls her back to her feet, setting her up for a Body Slam, hoisting Sonya in the air for the slam. But Sonya rakes Wilma’s eyes as that causes Wilma to let go off her. Sonya drops Wilma with a clothesline from behind. Shaking her head before starting to stomp away at the back of Wilma before stopping at the count of five from the official. She grabs Wilma and tosses her out of the ring as she turns her attention to the official, giving Norris the chance to stomp away at Wilma before whipping her into the steel security railing. Only to walk away as the official turns his attention to the outside and pretends that nothing had happened.
DERRICK DIAMOND: It’s a glorified handicap match!
We see the official starting to use the ten count on Wilma while Sonya stands beside him, counting along but only much faster as she had already reached the count of ten while the official was still at the count of six. Annoyed to finally notice that Wilma managed to roll back into the ring at the count of nine as she starts to scream at the official. Demanding that he should call for the ring bell as she has had already counted to ten. This angers the official, starting to scream back at the scream queen as Wilma crawls over behind Sonya as the official starts to walk forward as this causes Sonya to stagger backward and falls backward as she is being tripped by the challenger. Who covers her into a pinning position as the official starts to count to three
1!!
2!!
THRE…
DERRICK DIAMOND: EYELASHES AWAY FROM A NEW CHAMPION!
CENTURION: Come on Wilma!
Wilma run the ropes and setting herself up for a running kick to the face of Sonya. Only to be tripped by Smith who stood at the ringside area as the official charges in on him and demands that he needs to get sent to the back. This causes the fans to cheer in excitement while Sonya goes ballistic. Screaming at the official that he must have lost his minThe official warns her that she needs to stand in the corner and not interfere in his decisions. She quickly raises her arms as she turns her attention back to Wilma, grabbing her by the arm as she sets her up for an Armbar before being surprised by Wilma that kicks the legs underneath Sonya’s body She grabs both legs and rolls through as she lands on top of Sonya in a pinning position
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Sonya manages to somehow bridge out, breaking out the pin attempt as both women try to get momentum on the other in an attempt to execute a Backslide on each other. Wilma finally manages to get to her knees in the end, trying to pull Sonya on her back but Sonya blocks it by putting her left foot underneath the bottom rope. Benson takes down Wilma with a double leg takedown and stacks her shoulders to the mat! The referee slides into position while Benson puts both feet on the middle ropes!
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2!!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND STILL WGWF TV CHAMPION: SONYA BENSON
Match Time: 11:34
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Sonya escapes out to the floor followed by the referee who raises her arm in the air while Norris snatches the TV title from the time keeper and brings it around to Sonya. Sonya raises the title in the air.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Benson steals another one!
Sonya and company quickly make their way back up the ramp as Wilma looks on in disgust from the ring.
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We are backstage at the Brawl Interview area with Denise Essex who is standing by with the owner of the WGWF, Chris Page.
DENISE ESSEX: Ladies and gentlemen would you please welcome, “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE!
Buffalo welcome CCP with open arms and a loud ovation as we see Chris with a square white bandage over his right eye still wearing the wounds of war with Justin York at WGWF’s War Games.
DENISE ESSEX: Chris, what’s on your mind?
Chris smirks and then answers.
CHRIS PAGE: What’s on my mind? What’s on my mind is the biggest party of the Summer being held right here in NEW YORK!
A massive ovation for the incredibly cheap pop.
CHRIS PAGE: What’s on my mind is how the WGWF has grown leaps and bounds in its first nine months of operation to the levels that Summer Madness has now become a TWO-DAY Event!
We get another thunderous ovation from the crowd.
CHRIS PAGE: What’s on my mind is how the guys and gals in our locker room continue to raise the bar with each and every program we run regardless of bi-weekly television to major Pay-Per-View events; it’s safe to say that the talent and the WGWF as a whole, well, we operate on a different level than most.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: Some people have the audacity to call us “mediocre”, and hey, that might be true… but what’s that say about them when our mediocre is better than what they consider their best?
The crowd pops and starts a “CCP” chant as Chris nods his head before he states.
CHRIS PAGE: But let’s get to the point of why I’m occupying television time as I’m sure I’m the last mug peeps want to see on their screen when we have THREE Titles up for grabs. As I mentioned Summer Madness is going to be a two-day event, and as a part of this monumental occasion, I wanted to take a moment and talk about the WGWF Tag Team Championship.
The crowd quiets down as Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: Two weeks ago we saw Mac Bane and Bam Miller win the straps off The Show Stealerz, we saw the revelation of the Young Lions, we had the debut of the Cassette Collective… it’s safe to say we’ve got ourselves a lot of moving parts, so why not throw all those moving parts together? Why not bring back TAG TEAM TURMOIL?!?!?!
Buffalo pops huge!
CHRIS PAGE: I don’t want to stop at four teams, and I hear a lot of pissing contests about who is the best tag team on the planet. Well, consider this the open call for ANY TEAM or PAIRING that wants to throw their names in the hat; not only here in the WGWF… but across the entire profession. The way I see it is you can talk about it, or you can be about it. The choice is entirely up to all of you.
Chris blows a kiss at the lens. Page turns to exit the interview area when he turns into ROBERT MAIN. The Buffalo crowd erupts as the two legends stare at each other.
ROBERT MAIN: Page.
Chris then responds.
CHRIS PAGE: Main.
The scene fades.
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The Only by Static-X hits the speakers and the fans already know what's coming as shown by their response which is nothing but excessively loud boo's. Justin York steps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. He is wearing bright blue jeans and a black shirt accompanied by a leather vest. He has a microphone as he makes his way to the ring. Justin grabs a chair from the timekeeper's area and tosses it into the ring before rolling under the bottom rope and setting up the chair to sit in it.
DERRICK DIAMOND: We've seen this before, this is exactly how we got the carnage that was York vs Page 2.
CENTURION: He assured us that chapter is over and he's moving on so I'm interested to see what he's got to say especially after his performance on Dark earlier this evening.
York puts the microphone up to his lips and the fans begin to chant "You're an asshole." Justin holds his right hand in the air and with a smirk on his face, nods in approval.
Justin York- Thank you! Coming from a bunch of shit stains it doesn't really mean much but thank you nonetheless.
Justin holds out the mic to the crowd to let them have their moment while he soaks it all in.
DERRICK DIAMOND: York has these people in the palm of his hand.
CENTURION: He does almost every time he walks from behind that curtain.
Justin York- You see things around here arent exactly running peachy fuckin' keen now are they? After the performance I had earlier you can't sit here and tell me that Kim Pain deserves a number one contenders spot at Summer Madness more than yours truly.
The fans once again let York know what they think about him.
CENTURION: He loves to stir up shit.
Justin York- Well, it turns out that's exactly what is happening which is outrageous but I digress. For your sake, Kim I hope you don't phone it in at Summer Madness but if you do, don't worry, I'll give you first crack when I rip that gold away from lot lizard Benson.
Justin stands and walks to the corner and leans against the turnbuckles.
Justin York- So where does that leave me for the biggest party of the summer? Well, that's a damn good question and brings me to the reason that I came out here.
DERRICK DIAMOND: This ought to be good.
Justin York- I'm hereby issuing an open challenge. Since the owner of this company clearly underestimates my value, I am going to tear through his roster until there is no option but to give me a shot at the gold. So…. Who's NEXT?!
Justin turns his attention toward the top of the ramp as the fans wait in anticipation of someone answering the challenge. A few minutes pass and nobody appears.
Justin York- Just as i thought, a bunch of chicken shits occupies the locker room back there.
Buffalo. New York start clapping to the beat of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” as Edward Grado struts ass out through the curtain in a white AUSTIN RAMSEY t-shirt, skinny girl blue jean shorts with a black fanny pack around his waist! Justin York looks on completely unamused at what he’s seeing. Edward Grado starts dancing his way toward the ring. The crowd erupts into singing the chorus of the track. Grado climbs up on the ring apron and steps through the ropes. Edward slowly unzips his fanny pack where he reaches inside and pulls out a microphone.
EDWARD GRADO: If it’s a match you want I don’t mind accepting that challenge!
Justin bursts out into a fit of laughter as he points at Edward
EDWARD GRADO: Oh that’s funny to you? What’s funny to me is a guy spouting out open challenges who can’t win a match ANYWHERE on the planet…
The crowd ohhhhh’s with the jab which immediately brings York to a serious state.
EDWARD GRADO: You know what, on second thought… nevermind, I’d be doing you the favor.
Edward turns to leave the ring when Justin comes up from behind blasting Grado! York spins him around and starts hammering at Edward with right hands before shooting him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Grado bounces off the far side and ducks under a York lariat. Justin spins around and is met with a series of left-handed jabs from Grado who looks for a bionic elbow only to see York quickly take a powder to the floor. The crowd roars for Edward who removes his fanny pack and tosses is to the mat calling for York to get back in the ring. Justin smirks and shakes it off. Cameras pick up York spouting out.
Justin York- I’ll see you at Summer Madness.
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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following contest is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring, he is “MARVELOUS” MIKE MASON!
"Power" by Kanye West begins to play over the PA and the crowd instantly begins to boo. As the words "Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power
(21st-century schizoid man)" play, a spot light shines on the entrance way revealing the Marvelous One. His back is to the crowd, and his arms are spread out wide revealing the rhinestones words "Simply Marvelous" on the back of the robe.
The Marvelous One spins around with a huge and cocky smile on his face. The light bounces off of his sequined and rhinestone white ring rob, with purple and blue designs on it. The darkness is replaced with a soft purple glow, but the spotlight stays on The Mecca of Manhood.
The Marvelous One struts to the ring, walking slowly, taking his time and allowing everyone to view him. He climbs the ring stairs and instructs the referee to hold the ropes open for him.
The Ref holds the ropes open and the Marvelous One steps through and wins around in a 360 to the middle of the ring. He unties his robe, and removes it slowly, handing it to the referee.
The Marvelous One hits a front double bicep in the center of the spotlight as the music fades out
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And his opponent..,
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: About to make his way to the ring, “THE BADMON” SPENCER ADAMS!
The opening baseline of No. 99 by Joey Bada$$ hits the PA and a spotlight pans over the crowd in search of Spencer before a camera cut shows us Spencer being escorted by a group of masked fans through the arena before the group eventually reaches a staircase between sections.
With the chorus playing out, the crowd’s chants of “BADMON!” carry throughout. Spencer marches down the stairs before hoping over and sitting atop the barricade. He looks over the crowd and raises an arm and pointed finger towards different parts of the crowd as he mouths the words “What’s my name?” for continued call and response.
Spencer pushes off and rolls into the ring nodding along to the song before dapping up Harvey and leaning against a corner in anticipation.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And their opponent…
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: He is one-half of the WGWF World Tag Team Champions, MAC BANE!
As the first cords of “The Enemy” by Godsmack begin to play, the big Texan is out on the stage, accompanied by Kat Jones and the crowd erupts. He is attired in all black, leather duster, trunks, cowboy hat and boots. He stares downward as the pyro erupts behind him and on both sides. The lights go out and then a single spotlight shines on him. He raises his head up to a more natural position and then looks to the sky. He raises both arms in the “Hook’em Horns” fashion and then snaps his arms back down by his side as pyro erupts from the ring post. He nods his head along with the music as he continues down the ramp with Kat by his side and finally to the ring steps, he pauses there briefly as he stares out an enthusiastic crowd. He wipes his feet on the ring apron before finally entering the ring.
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The crowd pops as the bell sounds. Spencer Adams, Mac Bane, and Mike Mason eye each other from their corners. Spencer Adams and Mac Bane start talking smack toward each other as they walk out from their corners and go face to face before they break out in an exchange of right hands as the Buffalo crowd while Mason props back in his corner watching Spencer and Mac Bane go! Mac lands a right, Spencer lands a right, Mac cuts off Spencer with a rake to the eyes garnering boos from the crowd as he drives Adams back into a neutral corner. Mac Bane lays in several shoulder blocks to the midsection of Adams before shooting him across the ring toward Mason who drives a boot to the midsection of Adams followed by a swinging neckbreaker! Mason looks for a quick cover.
1!!
Mac immediately pulls Mike off the cover breaking the count.
DERRICK DIAMOND: That didn’t take long.
Mason pops back up to his feet where he and Mac go face to face with Mac shoving Mason, Mason shoves him right back.
CENTURION: Surely nobody expected to see any kind of real teamwork between any of these three.
Mac and Mason begin trading right hands while Spencer Adams rolls out to the ring apron under the bottom rope and pulls himself to his feet.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Keep your eyes on Adams!
Spencer springboards off the top rope with a missile dropkick to both Mac and Mason sending all three men down to the mat. The Buffalo crowd erupts as Adams kips up to his feet. Mason rolls out to the floor while Mac starts getting back to his feet where Adams lands several quick jabs before a spinning back fist! Mac ducks out of the way and when Spencer spins around he’s floored with an STO! Mac makes the cover.
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2!!
Mason pulls Mac Bane off the cover and out to the floor, where he drives him lower back into the ring apron first! Mason takes Bane and sends him crashing right shoulder first into the steel steps before sliding into the ring where he catches Adams with a running knee lift as he nears his feet sending him back down to the mat! Spencer rolls away from Mason and out to the floor. Mason comes toward the ropes on one side, Mac Bane rolls back into the ring on the other and he comes up behind Mason and delivers a backstabber!
Mac makes a cover.
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2!!
THR…
Mason escapes with a kick out.
CENTURION: Kick out by Mason, and you have to wonder how he’s feeling knowing that in just about a month from now, he’s going to be standing opposite Lexi Gold and a Snake Pit?
Mac Bane gets back to his feet, picks Mike up, and sends him into a neutral corner! Bane charges in after Mason who throws up a boot to the face sending Mac staggering backward and out toward the center of the ring. Adams springboards off the top rope with a blockbuster to Mac Bane! Adams pops back up to his feet where Mason explodes out from the corner with a lariat, Adams ducks! Mason spins around into a running knee to the gut that doubles him over for Adams to plant him with a DDT! Spencer makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Mason kicks out.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I’m going to tell you like this, with Summer Madness around the corner nobody can afford a loss.
Spencer immediately goes and covers Mac Bane.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Mac kicks out.
CENTURION: Too much time passed to get that cover on Mac.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Speaking about Mac, his recent change in attitude is going to be much needed as he and Bam head into Tag Team Turmoil at Summer Madness. Shameless plug.
Spencer gets back to his feet where he picks Mac Bane up off the mat and hurls him through the ropes and out to the floor. Adams directs his attention back toward Mason who is getting back up to his feet. Adams sets him up looking for a KOPPO KICK! Mason sidesteps Adams, Spencer spins around walking into a boot to the midsection followed by a Piledriver by Mason! Mike makes the cover!
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2!!
THRE…
Adams pops a shoulder off the mat to a pop from the Buffalo crowd. Mike Mason rolls out to the floor where Mac is starting to get to his feet. Mason comes from behind with a chop block to the right knee of Bane! Mason gets back to his feet where he slides back into the ring. Mason picks Adams up off the mat and shoots him into the ropes, Adams bounces off the ropes and into a spinebuster slam by Mason! The Marvelous One makes a cocky cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Kick out by Adams!
CENTURION: Mason must press the offense why he can. It’s just a matter of time before Mac Bane is back in the mix.
Mason gets to a vertical base where he stomps away at Spencer before reaching down and picking him up off the mat. Mike Mason drives a forearm to Adams and then takes him back into the ropes. Mason shoots him across the ring, Adams bounces off the near side ducking under a lariat by Mason, Adams puts on the brakes and spins around, Mac Bane slides into the ring behind Adams shoving him into Mason! Mason spills out to the floor as Mac spins Spencer around delivering a Code Breaker!
Mac clutches at his right knee unable to make an immediate cover but manages to make one.
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2!!
THRE…
Adams escapes with a kick out!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Spencer Adams with another kickout.
Mac Bane starts working his way back to his feet. He picks Adams up and rocks him with a hard right hand, Adams fires back with a right of his own, Bane comes back with a right hand, Adams lands a right hand, Mac lands a right, Adams lands a right, Mason takes both men down with a double lariat!
CENTURION: You have to keep your head on a swivel with these multi-person matches because you never know who is going to strike where.
Mason stomps away at Mac Bane and then stomps away at Spencer Adams. Adams rolls out to the floor leaving Mason and Bane in the ring. Mike sets his sights on Mac’s right leg where he looks to lock in a Figure Four Leg Lock! Bane kicks Mason off with his free foot as Mike spins around. Mac starts getting to his feet. Mason charges with a running Mafia Kick, Mac ducks out of the way sending Mike bouncing off the ropes and into a Side Walk Slam by Bane.
Man makes the cover.
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2!!
THRE…
Mason escapes with a kick out! Mac Bane gets to both knees and smacks his hands together at the referee before getting back to his feet. Mac reaches down picking Mason up off the mat only to have Mason counter with a jawbreaker! Mike locks in a Figure Four Leg lock!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Figure Four by Mason locked in on Mac Bane in the center of the ring!
The referee slides into position and starts asking Mac Bane to surrender! Mac refuses and waves off the referee as Mason continues to crank on the pressure. The referee asks Mac to surrender a second time and again Mac refuses to surrender. The crowd pops as Spencer climbs up on the ring apron and starts scaling up to the top rope. Adams sets sail and leaps off the top rope with a Double Stomp to the sternum of Mason breaking the Figure Four! The crowd erupts with a massive ovation!
Adams quickly makes the cover on Mason!
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THRE…
Mac Bane breaks the cover!
CENTURION: These three are tearing the house down tonight in Buffalo!
Mason rolls out to the floor as Spencer beats Mac to his feet where he looks for a Superkick! Mac ducks out of the way and when Spencer spins around Mac kicks him square in the balls!
DERRICK DIAMOND: No Disqualification in a Triple Threat!
Mac reaches down into his tights pulling out a pair of brass knuckles. Bane slides them over his knuckles and cracks Spencer square in the jaw knocking him unconscious. Bane drops down making the cover.
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3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: MAC BANE
Match Time: 14:32
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Mac rolls out to the floor throwing both arms up in the air.
CENTURION: I can’t believe Mac Bane just took a victory like that.
Mason shakes his head as he gets back to his feet. We see Spencer’s followers surround the ring and make their way inside. Alexandra Calaway steps out among the pack and pulls Spencer in for the embrace before raising his arm towards the sky herself, pointing at him as the crowd cheers with the other.
CENTURION: Spencer Adams has nothing to be ashamed of tonight.
Calaway mouths something not picked up by mics towards Spencer and carries out a few celebratory smacks toward the chest and back.
DERRICK DIAMOND: What the Hell?! We’ve got another unmasking!
Calaway freezes up as a ski masked figure pulls the covering from their face, smiling from ear to ear and causing Ally to take a cautious stepback.
CENTURION: Alice Gemini is here! Alice Gemini is in WGWF!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Blow to the back of the head of Badmon! Spencer Adams goes down!
Alice turns towards the followers who seem hesitant to interfere and back out and through the ropes as she shouts and draws back her fist. Gemini pivots back towards Calaway with that same wicked smile and pulls a wobbled Spencer back to his feet.
CENTURION: What is Gemini doing?!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Gemini offering Spencer to Calaway right now!
With a shove forward, Spencer is passed towards Calaway who hooks both arms and returns the smirk before dropping Adams to the mat.
CENTURION: BOW TO THE QUEEN! SPLIT-LEGGED PEDIGREE TO SPENCER ADAMS!
The crowd unloads nuclear heat as the two dip out of the ring and up towards the ramp. Spencer’s followers signal for help, prompting half a dozen medics to rush down past Calaway and Gemini to assist.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Spencer Adams just got SCREWED by people in his own ranks!
CENTURION: It was all a ruse, DD. Calaway and Gemini pulled one over on Badmon and all of these fans here tonight!
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We cut to the backstage area where we find the girls of the Cassette Collective inside catering as they are waiting in line for food with their trays in hand. They are adorned in Sailor Moon cut out t-shirts, shorts and Chuck Taylor converse sneakers. They look on with excitement over the thought of this food in particular, as it reminded them of the days when they attended public school back in New Zealand. As the line moved up, KC's eyes wandered around, noticing someone she recognized standing in front of the line. She turned around and spoke to Pax, not bothering to worry about the line anymore.
KC: Do you realize who is standing in front of the line?
Pax stretches her neck to the side and sighs.
Pax: Just some random people, can we hurry up and get our food? I'm starving, and I get moody when I don't have food in my stomach. You of all people know this.
KC grabs her by the hand and pulls her to the side for a better look, then points in a certain direction.
KC: That's John Cable. He recently came back to the WGWF. He is like a living legend to this company. I've watched some of his matches of the past. He is good. I say we should go up to him and introduce ourselves.
Pax: I don't know KC, I'm kind of shy. What if he doesn't like us, mate?
KC: We won't know if we don't try. Now come on. I'll be right by your side if you get nervous and don't know what to say.
Pax: Okay.
KC smiles after hearing Pax agree to the idea, then they set their trays down. KC grabs Pax by the hand and the two walk together and they overhear the end of a conversation with Cable and the Caterer.
Jonathan Cable: “Don’t forget to let the rest of the crew know when they get a break to head out to the trailer behind the arena near the talent entrance. I figured you guys would like to get served for a change, so I got a few extra treats packed onto the truck tonight.”
Caterer: “Thank you very much, Sir. That’s very kind of you. I’ll make sure to let them know. Good luck tonight.”
Johnathan Cable: “Thanks. I appreciate that. You guys enjoy yourselves. Thanks again.”
John turned to walk away, had already delivered his good news to the catering crew, and was about to head towards the door when the Cassette Collective cut him off as all three of them made eye contact for the very first time.
There's obviously a size difference in this situation. John was much larger compared to them, towering above them as they stood before him, but still, they didn't allow that to scare them away. Both girls smiled at the same time while blinking and looking up at The Beast.
KC: I hope we didn't catch you at a bad time, but my mate and I recognized you, and we wanted to introduce ourselves to you. I'm KC and this is Pax.
Pax waves at him shyly, then twirls her hair.
John blinks behind his mask, looking first from one to the other, and then back to the first, straightening his blue tie and tucking it into his dark blue suit coat.
Jonathan Cable: “A pleasure.”
John’s gruff and gravelly voice echoes from inside the mask as he nods towards them and pauses awkwardly in mid step
Pax: So um I like your mask, did you make it yourself, or did you buy it?
KC nods her head and folds her arms.
KC: Good question. We don't own any masks, but a Sailor Moon mask would go great with our outfits and would complete this look.
Johnathan Cable: “Actually, I’ve hired a few artisans who are very talented at their craft to make these for me over the years. A lot of their newer work can be found in a shop at my Minor League Baseball Stadium in Orlando. Here’s a couple of cards. Just scan the QR Code and it’ll bring the website up on your phone.”
John says as he reaches into his inner coat pocket and pulls two Orlando Orcas info cards out, handing them to the ladies.
Johnathan Cable: “You can call the shop there directly and order any custom work you want done. Let them know you work with me here at the WGWF and I’ll pass along a personal discount.”
They both look down at the cards that were given to them and squeal in excitement, causing the other people in catering to turn their heads and look at them. They followed it up with a big hug to the big man.
Pax: Thank you, John. This is sweet as. We will definitely check this out, and order a few of them. Hope they won't ruin my pigtails, but yeah that's thoughtful of you mate. We heard you got a big match tonight. How are you feeling heading into it? We will be keeping an eye on it. KC said you are a legend around here, so we imagine you have a lot of experience wrestling some of the other talent.
Johnathan Cable: “I wouldn’t call myself a legend, not yet anyway… but I do get a shot at reclaiming MY Title Tonight… so maybe it’s not as far off as it seems, you know? Most of the talent around here is new to me, actually. I’m one of the few Throwbacks that came back during the Relaunch. I’m more of a WGWF OG, like Centurion… just not quite as old.
KC: We love throwbacks.. if you didn't already know that. No matter how you look at your career here, we respect what you do in the ring, and we are pulling for you to win. I believe in manifestation. It has worked wonders for us and now we will pass over the manifestation your way.
Pax: Good luck out there. I want you to have something to remember us by.
Pax takes the scrunchie off one of her pigtails, opens John's hand and places it on the palm of his hand.
KC: Aww, that is so nice of you to do, Paxy. To think she was so nervous meeting you at first. It looks like she came out of her shell a little.
John looks at the scrunchie, then back to Pax, then to KC, then back to the scrunchie before stammering and secretly blushing under the mask.
Johnathan Cable: “Well… um… thanks… for that. I uh… I have some things to do… so… um… nice to meet you ladies. Thanks again.”
With that, John rushes off hurriedly and makes his way out of the concessions area and back into the hallways backstage, scrunchie clenched tightly in his hand.
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We return from break to see a furious Austin Ramsey standing in the ring with a microphone in his hands, the fans give him a standing ovation as they chant his name but as he lifts the microphone to his lips they begin to settle down and let the former Tag Champion talk.
Austin Ramsey: Last Brawl my wife and I gave it our all, we pushed Mac and Bam to their limits and they can lie all they want but we all know we were seconds away from retaining our Tag Team Titles.
The fans give a loud chant of approval.
Austin Ramsey: So they can enjoy those WGWF Tag Team Titles for now but soon the Queen and King of the division will be back for what belongs to them so hold them tight Bam and Mac because you will be seeing the Show Stealerz again!!!
The fans give him another roaring chant of approval.
Austin Ramsey: Now let's talk about the real reason we lose those WGWF Tag Team Titles, we know Bam and Mac couldn't have gotten it done without the help of those cowards The Young Lions or the cowardly Lions as I like to call them since they had to plan and wait to strike. They violated our locker room, destroyed our car, and then tried to rip my family apart with Flower Gate! They knew they could never take the belts off us so those young bastards made sure they got them off us another way but I can tell you right now Young Lions your time is coming and that time is now!!!!
The fans roar with approval.
Austin Ramsey: So ELI AND LEVI JAMES GETS YOUR ASSESS OUT HERE SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASSES BY MYSELF!!!!!!
The hardcam turns to the commentary table.
Centurion: Austin is calling out The Young Lions for a fight but will they show?
Derrick Diamond: He better pray to god they dont!
The hard cam now switches to the entrance ramp now but instead of the The Young Lions coming out it’s a shocking suprise to see Kat Jones coming out with a microphone in her hand.
Kat Jones: Austin you know I have love for you and Todrick but those Young Lions are under my guidance and I will admit they tend to wander away but I’ll get them right but unfortunately, those bad boys are not here tonight.
The fans boo at this and Austin just stands there shaking his head for a moment.
Austin Ramsey: Really Kat you managed those two idiots?!
Austin shakes his head again.
Austin Ramsey: That’s a conversation for another night but I want you to tell them….
Suddenly the big screen in the arena flashes on and we see Levi James standing in the living room of Austin and Todricks home.
Levi James: Hey there Kat we meant to tell you we be making a detour but we promise to be at the next Brawl.
Kat smirks and shakes her head and then Levi eyes fall on Austin.
Levi James: Oh hey there Austin , we decided to let ourselves in and check out how FORMER Tag Team Champions live and I got to say you two have done well for yourself but after we leave you might need to remodel a bit after we leave here.
A door behind Levi opens up and reveals to be a bathroom and out walks Eli who zips up his pants with a smirk on his face.
Eli James: Austin Great toilets but yeah your going to need that replace after the dump I took in there, almost hard to believe that I put on a bigger shit show then the one you and Todrick left last Brawl.
The Young Lions laugh and then pull out a couple paint spray bottles.
Eli James: Now before we go and leave your little home we want to leave a house warming gift.
Levi shakes his can up and starts spraying red paint all over their furniture and pictures and puts a giant X through their Show Stealerz poster. Eli scoops up one of their dogs and starts painting it’s fur red.
Austin Ramsey: Now that’s enough, FUCKING ENOUGH.
Levi and Eli just continue to laugh and then make a cry baby face.
Levi James: Don’t tell me Austin’s going to have a nervous breakdown?
Eli James: You know he can’t control himself without Toddy.
The two then knock over all their pictures and decorations and starts stomping them into pieces.
Austin Ramsey: I swear to god ima whoop you punks asses the minute I see you again, Kat call off your cowardly lions.
Kat looks up at the screen with that serious look of hers.
Kat Jones: Alright boys that’s enough, playtime’s over.
The two nod their head but before they stop , they wrote THE YOUNG LIONS OWN THE SHOW STEALERZ IN BOLD LETTERS ACROSS THEIR WALL.
Levi James: Ok Kat we are done here will take our leave now but here’s a spoiler for you Austin.
Eli James: You and your partner are nothing but lambs being ready to walk into the Lion's den to get slaughtered.
The two smirk and give a DX like suck it gesture to the camera as it fades out.
Austin Ramsey: That’s the type of garbage you represent Kat?!
Kat looks at Austin as she shrugs her shoulders.
Kat Jones: It’s just business Austin and what can I say boys will be boys.
Kat walks off as Austin stand sun the ring fuming mad as we cut to the next phase of the show.
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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following contest is is for the WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, he is the challenger… MAX DAEMON!
"Royal Flush" by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young plays on the PA system. The spotlights shine on Max despite the house lights still being up. He steps onto the stage a smirk on his face and his hooded jacket's hood up. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. He looks out at the crowd for a few moments until the verse starts, giving them and the camera a quick middle finger.
He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them with the smirk on his face getting wider. As the chorus reaches its apex, Max hops onto the apron. He steps onto the turnbuckle, placing his right foot on the middle rope and the left on the top. He throws down his hood, unzipping his jacket as the chorus fades away. He points to the hard camera, giving it a finger gun "shot".
Upon the radio feedback, he hops off and takes the jacket off. He tosses it aside and waits patiently for whomever his opponent is as he sits down in the corner, the smirk never leaving his face.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And his opponent…
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: He is the WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANNA!
The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by Jay Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana looking as good as ever and flashing that million-dollar smile. He holds his usual mezcal cocktail on his hand as he soaks it all in, feeling the love from the fans, and after a few seconds he makes his way to the ring. He walks up the steps, walks on the apron and after wiping his boots, respecting the ring, he gets inside. He walks towards the middle nodding his head to the beat of the catchy song, making his afro wave back and forth. Some of the fans get into it, especially the ladies and Cholo points and winks to some. He goes to chill in one corner, and when the ref comes over to check him, instead he hands him his drink and asks for another. The ref shakes his head not amused and he hands the drink to an official on the outside and then checks Cholo while he, and some of the fans nearby share a laugh.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: The Intercontinental Title is on the line!
CENTURION: Johnny Bacchus was scheduled to join us on commentary for this one, but it doesn’t look like he’s made it to the building yet
Daemon gives Cholo a shove that makes him take a few steps back and the he returns fire and shoves Daemon right down to the mat. The crowd pops. Daemon stands after staring up at Cholo for a moment and the begins letting off right hand after right hand until finally Cholo catches one and unloads with his own right hands until he’s backed Daemon onto the ropes. Cholo unloads with a heavy knife edge chop that echoes through the first twelve rows at least and then whips him into the opposite ropes and catches him with a spinning elbow block on the rebound.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Cholo is starting off like a house of fire.
Cholo steps back into the corner and allows Daemon to get to his feet while the fans are letting Cholo hear their chants of support for him. Daemon rises to his feet and he and Cholo take centre stage in the middle of the ring once again. Daemon strikes with a drop toe hold that sends Cholo face first into the mat and Daemon quickly capitalizes by jumping and a side headlock and begins wrenching on the head and neck of Cholo.
CENTURION: Daemon comes right back.
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is going to be a banger of an Intercontinental title match.
Cholo slides his hand under the bottom rope which forces Daemon to break the hold. Daemon stands and stomps down on Cholo a few times before Cholo catches his foot and rolls him up for a quick count.
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CENTURION: Kick out by Daemon!
Both men get back to their feet rather quickly and Cholo catches the running Daemon with a clothesline which he rebounds back to his feet right away from and Cholo delivers a second. Daemon stands again and this time ducks the clothesline from Cholo and then shoves him from behind face-first into the top turnbuckle. Daemon grabs ahold of Cholo before he rebounds fully off the turnbuckle and picks him up for a back suplex but Cholo gets out the back door and lands square on his feet. Cholo grabs Daemon and delivers a reverse DDT and hooks a leg for the cover.
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DAEMON KICKS OUT
DERRICK DIAMOND: This isn’t neither man’s first rodeo, so to say Cholo needs to stay on top of Daemon is an understatement. I know Max’s father, I’ve called the action. I know what Max is capable of.
CENTURION: Max desperately needs to find a way to turn this one around.
Cholo hits Daemon with a standing elbow drop before he pulls him to his feet and Daemon pokes Cholo in the eye and strikes quickly with a stepup enzugiri which gets boo's from the fans. Daemon scoops the disoriented Cholo off the mat and hits him with two heavy forearms and then a jumping knee strike followed by a scoop slam and a standing moonsault. Daemon makes the cover.
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CHOLO KICKS OUT AND THE FANS POP!
Daemon appears to be getting frustrated after the devastating combo barely gained a two count. He stands to his feet and runs toward the ropes, hits them and on the return jumps with a senton splash but Cholo moves out of the way! Daemon stands to his feet but Cholo has already got momentum as he hits the ropes and strikes with a shoulder block and then another and another. Daemon is slower to get up off of his feet this time and Cholo capatalizes and hooks Daemon for a suplex. Cholo hoists Daemon into the air and holds him there for ten seconds before taking a few steps forward and driving him to the mat. Cholo points to the crowd with one finger up and then hoists Daemond up for a second stalling vertical suplex before dropping him back to the mat again and making the cover.
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DAEMON KICKS OUT
CENTURION: Cholo can’t afford to get frustrated.
Cholo stands from the cover quickly and delivers a knee drop s up Daemon and hooks him for an inverterted suplex also with a stall, Daemon slips out of the suplex and lands over the ropes and onto the apron! Daemon grabs Cholo by the hair and gives him a neck breaker right onto the top rope that sends Cholo to the mat in a heap. Daemon launches himself over the top rope with a flipping splash and makes the cover, grabbing the bottom rope for extra leverage and the referee misses it.
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Daemon slaps the mat in frustartion and stands, once again dragging Cholo to his feet. Daemon kicks Cholo in the stomach before grabbing him by the hair and the tights and tossing him out of the ring to the floor. The referee warns Daemon about the use of the hair and he ignores it and follows Cholo outside of the ring. Daemon stomps down on Cholo a few times while he is crawling toward the barrier and the fans direct their rage fully toward Daemon who grabs Cholo by the back of the head and tights while he gets to his knees and sends him flying into the barrier and back to the floor with a loud thud. The referee has begun the count of ten and has reached three. Daemon kicks Cholo a few more times while he is down and then brings him to his feet only to irish whip him into the steel ring stairs which he explodes everywhere with a loud crack, Cholo lays in a heap on the floor amongst the ring stairs. The referee has reached a count of 6.
DERRICK DIAMOND: We’re at a count of six here!
Daemon climbs onto the apron and into the ring before dropping to the mat and rolling outside the ring to break the referee's ten count. Cholo is slowly making his way to his feet and Daemon runs at him and throws a jumping knee strike but Cholo side steps and sends Daemon knee first into the ring post. Cholo falls back to the floor and Daemon is down on the floor as the referee once again begins a count of ten. The fans are chanting “let’s go Cholo”. Cholo gets to his knees and uses the ring apron to stand up and rolls into the ring. Daemon does the same but is a few seconds behind. Cholo hits the ropes and swings a recasting clothesline from hell but it’s ducked by Daemon who is hobbling on one leg but grabs Cholo from behind and hoists him up im for a reverse Death Valley driver but his knee gives out and Cholo slides out the back and delivers a backstabber. Cholo makes the cover.
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DAEMON KICKS OUT.
CENTURION: Inches! Cholo was inches away from retaining the Intercontinental Championship.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Inches doesn’t get you to the pay window.
CENTURION: Depends on the profession I suppose.
Cholo lays on the mat beside Daemon in disbelief and exhaustion. Cholo climbs to his feet and looks out into the crowd before heading over to the corner and begins to scale them but Daemon is right behind him and clubs him on the back several times halting the attempt at getting to the top. Daemon locks in a dragon sleeper and pulls Cholo out of the corner before dropping him into a backstabber.
DEVIL TRIGGER
Cholo breaks the sleeper just as they hit the mat and he rolls through the backstabber, flips over Daemon and lands on his knees. The fans cheer at the athletic counter. Before Cholo has a chance to even think he is met with a heavy right knee strike by Daemon which has him wobbly. Daemon runs full speed ahead and drives his knee into the back of Cholo's head but he overshoots and just skims the top of the head and lands on his feet.
EBONY & IVORY!
Daemon doesnt realize that he didn't fully connect and takes a moment to recover with his back turned to Cholo. The fans pop as Cholo rises to his feet and grabs the unsuspecting Daemon from behind and drives him to the mat with a high impact Full Nelson Slam.
EL MATADOR!
Cholo makes the cover on Daemon and hooks the leg.
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CENTURION: MAX DAEMON REFUSES TO LOSE!
Cholo picks up Daemon and drags him to the corner and hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle so that his back is facing him. Cholo steps up on the middle rope as the tension inside the arena builds. Cholo hooks Daemon for a bridged full nelson suplex. Cholo jumps off the top but in mid-air Daemon turns over and lands directly on top of him into a cover.
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CHOLO KICKS OUT!
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is an unbelievable showing by both Champion and Challenger!
Daemon makes a desperate second cover but Cholo kicks out right away. Daemon leans over top of Cholo and begins hammering down with right hand left hands out of frustration. The referee steps in to warn him and Daemon pushes him back into the ropes for it and on the rebound the referee pushes him off of Cholo. Daemon stands and backs the referee into the corner as he is being warned. Cholo runs and splashes Daemon face first into the corner as the referee slips away just in the nick of time. Cholo turns Daemon around and stands over him on the middle rope and begins the ten punches, he makes it to seven before Daemon picks him up and walks out of the corner and attempts to drop him fave first into the top turnbuckle but Cholo dives over top and rolls Daemon up.
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DAEMON KICKS OUT.
Cholo delivers a dropkick when the two reach their feet which sends Daemon back to the mat. Cholo acknowledges the fans that are still cheering him on before wiping beads off sweat off his head and turning his attention back to Max Daemon. Cholo reaches down to pick Daemon up off the mat when it’s countered with an Inside Cradle!
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THRE…
Cholo escapes with a kick out! Cholo beats Max back to his feet with Daemon not far behind who sneaks a thumb to the eye! Daemon bounces off the ropes looking to turn Cholo inside out with a Clothesline from Hell! Cholo ducks and transitions into a Full Nelson where he delivers a Full Nelson Suplex with a bridge!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND STILL WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION: GIOVANNI SANTANNA
Match Time: 19:43
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The Buffalo crowd erupts loudly as Cholo successfully retains the Intercontinental Championship. The referee awards him the title as he reaches both knees. The referee raises Cholo’s right arm in the air as Cholo gets to his feet.
CENTURION: Cholo and Daemon just put on an absolute clinic.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Arguably the toughest test for Cholo to date, and tonight he conqured it on his road to Summer Madness and the now inevitable showdown with Johnny Bacchus.
Cholo climbs up on the middle rope and hoists up the Intercontinental Championship to a thunderous ovation from the crowd.
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We return from commercial break and find the WGWF ring decorated with balloons and ribbons on the ropes while a red carpet lays down on the mat and standing on it is buckets of champagne that sit on pedestals as a sold out crowd awaits the new WGWF Tag Team Champions.
CENTURION: Looks like the ring and these roaring fans are ready to celebrate the crowning of the new WGWF Tag Team Champions Bam Miller and Mac Bane.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yes the newly formed tag team was able to shock the world and dethrone The Show Stearlerz in the first match as a Tag Team, the real-life from worst to first story.
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, each holding half of the WGWF Tag Team Championships in their hands. 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 ring steps. They look disgusted at the decorations as they step inside the ring and get handed microphones from the ring staff nearby, they take a moment to stare down the audience before beginning to speak.
Bam Miller: We tried to tell you, we tried to warn you that we were going to take the Tag Team division by storm!
Mac Bane: But you all didn't want to listen to us! You let what we said go in one ear and out the other because you didn't believe we could accomplish our goal.
The tag team champions smirk at each other as they hold their Tag Team belts up.
Bam Miller: But who looks like fools now? Each and every last one of you but the biggest fools are Austin and Todrick. They thought they could overlook us and handle us with no problem but as you can see we swung at the King and Queen of the division and we didnt fucking miss! And now we have the crown jewels of the tag team division in our possessions and I promise you it will take the death of us to relinquish these WGWF Tag Team belts from our possession.
Mac nods in approval.
Mac Bane: Now let's talk about the elephant in the room. “Why, oh Why did you attack the Ramsey’s?”
Mac smirks at first and then his face turns into a serious disgusted look.
Mac Bane: I don’t do explanations, let’s say that I grew tired of doing things for the ungrateful.
Bam Miller: Yeah we didn't do this for you ungrateful sons of bitches and that includes your whiny kids, we definitely didn't do it for a cheap ass celebration party that management gave us.
Bam picks up the bottle of champagne and looks at it with disgust before throwing it towards the ramp and making it burst glass everywhere.
Bam Miller: We definitely didn't do it to drink this piss poor champagne, where the hell is the Miller Lite!
Bam kicks over more of the champagne before Mac calms him down.
Mac Bane: I love this bastard's energy. I swear he's the perfect yin to my yang. As for the tag team turmoil match that’s being set up. It doesn’t matter who we face, it won’t change a damn thing. We’ll walk out of that match the same way we walked in.
They clink their titles together.
Mac Bane: Champions.
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We open up the screen to a pitch black room. Nothing was visible, and the only sounds we could hear were breathing and feet moving around. It remained quiet for a few minutes before a female voice broke up the silence.
Female voice: “Is there a possibility we could turn on the lights for this?”
The lights turn on as we come to find Lexi Gold walking over to the leather sofa and taking a seat, located inside of her mansion like home. “Sorry about that. I prefer to do things in the dark. I feel more comfortable that way, but since you are here, we will leave the lights on.” Sitting next to her is WGWF's own faithful interviewer Denise Essex. Denise takes a sip of her water and surveys all the odd things Lexi has inside her house. Her walls, for instance. She had it covered in framed family portraits of her snakes and herself posing in all these different locations. If that wasn't weird enough, there was Beetlejuice sandworm art and memorabilia. You couldn't forget the creepy dolls that would stare into your soul, those were everywhere throughout the house.
Despite the strangeness, Denise was not there to judge her, rather than give her the interview Lexi requested. Both women smiled, and Denise was prepared with questions.
Denise Essex: “I suppose we can get started, so you came to me and asked me over to interview you. What was the reason for that, if I may ask?”
Lexi nods her head and makes herself comfortable on the couch.
Lexi Gold: “I want to touch on a number of topics, including the stuff with Mike Mason. He seems to be on my mind a lot, and not positively. He killed one of my babies. He is sick, Denise.”
Denise turns her head to one of the pictures again, then back to Lexi and sighs, feeling sympathetic for her
Denise Essex: “You aren't wrong, Lexi. He hurt someone close to you, so I can understand why you are feeling the way you are now, but I have to ask, do you think it was a wise decision on your part to suggest a Snake Pit Death Match at Summer Madness?”
Lexi Gold: “I appreciate your concern, but I know what I'm getting into. You know after I tied him up a few weeks back he would have learned his lesson, instead he insisted on getting payback at me, and boy did he ever. He wants to continue playing with things that are dangerous and a threat to him. Well, then this is the perfect match for us to be involved in.”
Lexi smirks to herself.
Denise Essex: “What can the fans expect to see in that match? We know you have a fascination with snakes, so I would assume you would have no problem going into that ball pit.”
Lexi Gold: “You're right, I wouldn't, but I have nothing to gain from going in other than protecting what I love and having some bonding time with my babies. Speaking of which, the rest of them aren't too happy with Mike's actions as of late, so if I were him I'd be worried, and I suggest to him to watch his back.”
She gets a serious look on her face as she stares at the camera.
Denise Essex: “After Summer Madness, what can people expect from you?”
Lexi Gold: “I don't think I'm done gunning for gold quite yet, so I will be inserting myself into the Masters of the Mat tournament. I'm not a big tourney girl, but I love a challenge.”
Denise Essex: “Well you heard it here folks, Lexi has inserted herself into the Masters of the Mat tournament. Could we see her make it to the finals? I guess we will find out.”
Fades out.
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As we return from commercial, the camera focuses on the stage. The lights cut, and “Limits” by Bad Omens begins to play over the P.A. The guitar and drums play distant and muffled as white lights flash like sparks around the floor, before a tom hit and pause bring the lights flashing up in bright white. A name appears on the tron: “The Rascal King” Jonathan Bacchus. The crowd gives a pop as the out from behind the curtain walks Jonathan Bacchus, dressed in all black with a leather jacket over a baggy Velvet Underground shirt. Two championship titles adorn his shoulders: the CU:LT New World Championship and the Fight! Empire Championship. He marches down deliberately, his eyes on the ring, a smirk on his face.
Centurion: The Rascal King has made recent waves both in and outside of WGWF in the past months.
Derrick Diamond At Wargames, Johnny talked some big game when he told Cholo he’d “make him a legend,” and last week we heard from the Intercontinental Champion – those words stuck. Now we see Bacchus coming out here with those two belts of his in other places; looks like Big League’ing to me.
Centurion: Love him or hate him, the brash confidence and bravado of Jonathan Bacchus is impossible to ignore. You can see it in that smirk on his face as he walks down the ramp, but you can also see that passion and intensity which has enabled him to forge such a prestigious career in so little time. The question now is, what does he want?
At the base of the ring, Bacchus turns to the stairs and climbs them to the turnbuckle. On the apron, he wipes his shoes before ducking inside, and as the chorus of his theme explodes, he throws his head back and raises the two belts into the air. The crowd reaction is a mixture – cheers for the magnetism of the Rascal King, and a smattering of boos at his audacity to flaunt these outside accolades. As he lowers his head and opens his eyes, he throws the CU:LT New World Championship over his shoulder and fastens the Fight! Empire Championship closed. He places the belt on the ground before him before removing the CU:LT Title and doing the same. After retrieving a microphone from the ring announcer, he sits down cross-legged in the center of the ring, the two belts before him. The music and crowd dim.
Jonathan Bacchus: First and foremost, allow me to be clear on something. These two championship titles before me? They do not belong to this company, and for that reason, I don’t expect anybody in this building to treat me as any more special for holding them – not Chris Page, not James Raven, not Cholo Santana, and not even those of you in the crowd.
There’s another mixed reaction to this proclamation.
Centurion: That’s a self-aware acknowledgment to start things off.
Derrick Diamond: But is it sincere?
Bacchus waits for the crowd to die before continuing.
Jonathan Bacchus: I’m aware of that – you’re aware of that – we’re all aware of that. Here in WGWF, the only gold that matters is WGWF gold. I could win fifteen more belts, stack them on top of one another, and stand literally taller than Peter Vaughn with Sonya Benson on his shoulders, but that would mean squat. That would be farce and comedy. So why, oh why, am I out here right now with these championships?
Jonathan pauses, looking out at the crowd. He lets titters run through and draws out the anticipation for a moment before his smirk cracks into a smile.
Jonathan Bacchus: Because regardless of the letter of the law, we all understand the spirit. We emotionally, rather than rationally, “get” that these titles before me are lines on a resume. And they’re not lines written in the fading ink of faded glory – they’re two freshly polished, glittering, gilded proclamations that “The Rascal King” Jonathan Bacchus is bonafide – that “The Rascal King” Jonathan Bacchus has that dawg in him – that “The Rascal King” Jonathan Bacchus has nothing to prove – that “The Rascal King” Jonathan Bacchus could slap both Peter Vaughn and Sonya Benson in the mouth if he wanted and dare them to step at any moment he feels like it!
Another mixed but decidedly louder reaction from the crowd!
Jonathan Bacchus: But that’s not who I want to face. Opportunities bestowed by Page and Raven aside – whether that ladder match happened or not – there was only one person in this company I wanted to get in the ring with and measure myself against…
He pauses, allowing the crowd to slowly grow louder in anticipation.
Jonathan Bacchus: Cholo Santana.
The crowd explodes! Bacchus smiles wide and sincerely.
Jonathan Bacchus: Let me be real! When it comes to the best of the best, there’s not a single person in this company I want more to go blow-to-blow with than Cholo! You could take every belt this company has to offer, print out five more, put them in a pile, and I’d still point at Cholo and his Intercontinetal Championship over the rest of them combined. And you know why?
He pauses again.
Jonathan Bacchus: Because Cholo Santana is the future of this company. He’s the best. And if you want to claim you’re the best, you need to beat the best.
There’s a huge pop! The crowd begins to chant for Cholo. Johnny continues to grin.
Jonathan Bacchus: And with that fanfare and qualification of my feelings aside, now’s the time I break all your hearts.
A hush falls almost immediately. The grin fades, and Jonathan leans forward to stare into the hard cam.
Jonathan Bacchus: Cholo, a month ago, you asked me why I should be the one to face you. I told you, “I’ll make you a legend.” Allow me to explain exactly what I meant by that… Over half a year ago, I was forced from the company I thought was my life. I was told that I didn’t belong in this business and should retire – I took a hiatus to go back to school and finish my degree while my peers questioned my tenacity and dedication. Four months ago, I returned and set this entire industry aflame not just here but everywhere with a few words on this microphone and a few well-placed kicks to some heads. I had Arcadia tell me to my face I wasn’t good enough to be part of their menagerie only to win the whole goddamn thing under their noses, and I’ve got so many people in CU:LT chanting my name, I’ve thought of changing it to Rajneesh! In two months, I’ve gone from “Lissie Hope’s purse dog” to must-see attraction, and back in my old stomping grounds, I’ve still got people cursing my name with the belt I made clutched in their hands!
Bacchus jabs a finger in the air for emphasis, and the crowd explodes at the intensity and passion of his delivery! He allows them cheer until it fades before continuing.
Jonathan Bacchus: But there’s one place I haven’t made my mark, and that’s here in the very first company to send me a contract during my exile. I would be ungrateful to rest of my laurels and bask in the accomplishments of my soirees elsewhere while having Sunday Drives here in WGWF, and that’s why you, Cholo, are the person in my sights. That’s why you, Cholo, are the only person whose opinion I consider, and that’s why you, Cholo, could be holding a belt made of construction paper and cardboard and I’d still be challenging you for it!!
The crowd erupts! Dueling “Johnny” and “Cholo” chants ring out.
Centurion: I’ve never seen anything like this!
Derrick Diamond: Gotta hand it to him, guy knows how to drum up interest!
The crowd quiets as Johnny continues to speak.
Jonathan Bacchus: I said I would make you a legend, and I have ever intention of doing so. This isn’t just a title defense, Cholo – this is a cross-promotional dream match. This is the first step towards that title in your hand, the Intercontinental Championship, becoming the prize in this company. This is the prize fight that Jim Caedus wishes he could inspire. And it is also… the beginning of the end for you.
A hush falls over the crowd. The confidence never wavers from Bacchus’s face, but a twinge of melancholy and regret shades over it.
Jonathan Bacchus: You see, Cholo, when I said I’d make you a legend, I didn’t explain my plan in full. Trust me, the design is foolproof, but the results are going to be bittersweet. You see, at Summer Madness, we’re going to get into the ring – the bell is going to ring, and we’re going to blow the roof off the place. We’re going to beat the crap out of each other, and we’re going to push ourselves to places we’ve never been before. We’re going to scrape, claw, dig, and bleed for this belt. Hell, we’re gonna hate one more and more the longer it goes only to be in love by the end of it! … But when the bell rings…?
Jonathan stares solemnly into the camera.
Jonathan Bacchus: It’s going to be my hand raised. The Intercontinental Championship is going to be leaving with me. And when the history books are finally written years from now, they’ll go down saying that Cholo Santana was the legendary first great Intercontinental Champion… who preceded the reign of Jonathan Bacchus, the greatest of them all.
The crowd remains largely quiet, though a small smattering of boos filter in. Johnny’s face remains grim.
Jonathan Bacchus: Because you see, Cholo, I need to make you a legend. You deserve to be a legend. It’s simply going to be a legend even in loss.
Bacchus flips the mic over his shoulder as “Limits” by Bad Omens hits. The crowd EXPLODES, cheers and boos in equal measures. Jonathan grabs one title with each hand and stands straight up, holding them in the air to the crowd’s reaction!
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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following contest is a tag team attraction!
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Introducing first, the team of JIM CAEDUS and LYCANA!
The crowd is mixed with the reception as Jim Caedus and Lycana emerge to the top of the ramp. The two gaze out across the sold-out arena in Buffalo before starting to make their way toward the ring. The duo reaches ringside with Caedus sliding into the ring and Lycana making her way up the steel step to the apron where she steps through the ropes.
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And their opponents…
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: About to make their way to the ring, the team of JENNY MYST and VICTORIA STRADER!
Jenny Myst and Veronica Strader emerge to the top of the ramp and start making their way toward the ring. The two have eyes on Jim and Lycana as they reach ringside. Starder and Myst enter the ring and we are set for our tag team attraction.
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The bell sounds and we are underway. Jenny Myst starts things off for her team while Lycana starts off for hers. They circle each other and lock up in the center of the ring. Myst takes Lycana back into the ropes with a handful of her blue hair. Myst shoots Lycana across the ring, Lycana bounces off the ropes and Myst looks for a boot to the midsection! Lycana catches the boot of Myst and spins her around in a complete circle before snapping Jenny over with a standing hurrincanranna! Lycanna pops back up to her feet, fist clinched at Myst who reaches one knee.
CENTURION: Jenny Myst is certainly no stranger when it comes to Jim Caedus or Lycana. All three competed in the XWF against each other.
Myst steps up to her feet and gives Lycana a golf clap before they circle each other a second time. They look to lock up but it’s Jenny who gouges the eyes of Lycana! Myst drives Ly back into the corner housing Strader and pins her against the buckles. The referee lays the count to Myst who backs away at the four count and allows Strader to choke Lycana with the tag rope to loud boos from the crowd.
DERRICK DIAMOND: All four of these competitors have been known to take shortcuts if it serves their purpose. That shouldn’t be surprising.
Caedus enters the ring where he’s cut off by the referee. This allows Strader to continue to choke away at Lycana while Myst joins in with a series of boots to the midsection! Caedus is finally removed from the ring. Strader removes the tag rope from around Lycana’s neck as we see Jenny bring Lycana out toward the center of the ring taking Lycana down with an over the shoulder throw. Myst makes the cover.
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THR…
Lycana escapes with a kick out. Myst is back to her feet, she picks up Lycana and drives her back into the corner housing Strader. Myst tags Strader into the match. Victoria steps through the ropes and takes over on Lycana in the corner with kicks to the midsection. Strader shoots Lycana across the ring with an Irish Whip, Lycana bounces off the far side ducking under a lariat from Stader!
Stander spins around and eats a boot to the midsection followed by a facebuster! Lycana makes the cover.
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THR…
Strader kicks out.
CENTURION: Lycana needs to make the tag to Caedus. She’s taken a little bit of a beating and Jimmy is fresh.
It’s as if Lycana hears Centurion as she gets to a vertical base and makes the tag to Caedus. Jim steps through the ropes and charges across the ring blasting Jenny Myst off the apron sending her falling down to the floor. Strander is getting back to her feet where Caedus spins around landing a left jab, a right jab, a left jab, and a purgatory punch that sends Strader to the mat. Caedus makes the cover.
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THR…
Jenny Myst dives on top of Caedus just as Strader kicks out. The referee gets Jenny Myst out of the ring, and with his back turned we see Caedus picking Strader off the mat where he’s met with a Low Blow!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Strader got him in his man meat!
Caedus crumbles to the mat as Strader gets back to her feet and starts putting the boots on Caedus. Strader drops down to the mat and starts choking away at Jim as the referee lays the count to her. Strader breaks at the four count and goes right back to the choke hold!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Strader hasn’t forgotten War Games and what Caedus tried to do to her finance!
The referee lays the count to Strader a second time who brakes at the four count a second time. Veronica steps up to her feet where she tags Jenny back into the match. Myst steps into the ring where she picks Caedus up and hurls him into a neutral corner. Myst charges in after Caedus who throws a reverse elbow to the jaw! Jim latches onto a front waist lock and delivers an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex into the buckles!
Caedus does a forward roll toward his corner tagging Lycana back into the match.
Lycana scales the turnbuckles and when Jenny starts getting to her feet Lycana sets sail with a flying cross-body block crashing down on top Myst!
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Myst kicks out! Lycana gets back to her feet where she picks Myst up, Myst counters with a jawbreaker! Myst steps back up to her feet driving a boot to the midsection of Lycana and sends her out through the ropes and down to the floor. Myst turns and spits at Caedus on the apron! Jim steps through the ropes and is cut off by the referee. Strader drops down to the floor picking Lycana up off the floor and drives Lycana lower back first into the apron of the ring, Myst bounces off the far side and lands a baseball slide dropkick to Lycana’s back while Strader has her pinned against the apron.
CENTURION: Strader and Myst are working surprisingly well together.
Caedus steps back out to the apron as Myst rolls out to the floor. Strader and Myst land a double suplex to Lycana! Strader gets back up on the apron while Myst picks Lycana up and tosses her back into the ring. Myst slides into the ring after her making a cover.
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THRE…
Lycana kicks out! Jenny gets back to her feet where she picks Lycana up and shoots her into a neutral corner. Myst makes her way in where she hoists Lycana up to a seated position on the top rope. Myst climbs up on the middle turnbuckle and locks in a front face lock. Jenny looks for the Superplex! Lycana blocks the attempt via latching onto the top rope. Lycana drives a series of headbutts to the face of Myst and then shoves Jenny backward off the middle ropes and down to the mat below!
Lycana starts to gather herself as she stands up on the top rope.
Jenny starts getting to her feet and as she does Lycana sets sail with a Meteora! Lycana makes the cover!
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THRE…
Strader is in for the save! The referee gets Victoria back out to the ring apron. Lycana starts getting back to her feet where she makes the tag back to Caedus! Jim steps through the ropes and picks Myst up and delivers a half-nelson suplex that folds Jenny up in half! Caedus quickly looks for the cover.
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Myst escapes with a kick out to a gasp from the crowd.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Back and forth these two teams are going! Who is going to end up making that critical mistake?
Caedus picks Myst up and takes her back into the ropes where Strader makes a blind tag. Caedus fires Jenny across the ring, Myst latches onto the top rope stopping the momentum and allowing Strader to come in from behind with a side russian leg sweep! She makes a cover.
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THRE…
Jim kicks out of the near fall as Strader transitions into a rear chin lock as Myst exits the ring. The referee slides into position checking the hold before asking Jim to surrender. Jim refuses and starts working his way back to a vertical base where he turns into the chin lock and counters with a Side Suplex! Caedus makes the cover.
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Strader pops a shoulder off the mat. Jim gets to a vertical base where he takes Stader back into his corner and Lycana tags in. Caedus pins Strader against the buckles for Lycana to unload with a series of right hands. Caedus escapes to the apron at the referee’s four count. Lycana brings Strader out from the corner where she locks a front face lock and hoists Strader up in the air, Stader manages to flip over Lycana landing on her feet!
Lycana spins around and eats a stiff chop across the chest!
Strander lands a second and then a third before taking Lycana back into the corner of Myst. Myst tags in as Strader lands a snap suplex while Jenny scales the turnbuckles! Myst has Lycana in her sights and leaps off with a twisting moonsault crashing down on Lycana! Myst makes the cover!
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THRE…
Caedus is there to make the save! This brings Strader in the ring who is cut off by the referee. This allows Caedus to pick Jenny up and plant her with the Katabasis! Caedus charges toward Strader with a spear taking them both through the ropes and out to the floor where Lycana is able to roll over getting an arm over the chest of Myst
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WINNERS VIA PINFALL: LYCANA and JIM CAEDUS
Match Time: 15:54
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Caedus dives back into the ring where he helps Lycana to her feet as this tag team war has finally seen a finish. The referee raises their arms in the air signifying the victory. Caedus and Lycana celebrate before making their exit leaving a dejected Jenny Myst in the ring.
CENTURION: Jim and Lycana had to earn this one tonight in Buffalo.
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[Centurion and Derrick Diamond are doing their commentary, but they do not see the commotion going on behind them. The fans are going crazy and as the camera’s get closer to the action, you see that same Buffalo Bills Jersey from earlier walking towards the railing. J Mont is making his way towards the announcers from the back but all the announcers see is Sonya Benson making her way towards them from the front.]
CENTURION: Looks like the Princess is coming this way for some reason.
Derrick Diamond: You better watch what you say Cent.
CENTURION: I'm getting tired of you trying to tell me what to do.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Just advice. Take a chill pill.
[Before you know it, Sonya is right in front of both Centurion and Derrick Diamond.]
SONYA BENSON: I sure hope you took a double dose of your Geritol booster shots.
[After Sonya says what is on her mind, you see J Mont hopping over the railing and standing right next to Sonya.]
CENTURION: Well, here are 2 guests I did not invite out here.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Where is your hospitality Cent.
[Derrick gets up and extends his hand out to Sonya first, who shakes it. He then looks over at J Mont and extends his hand as well. J Mont debates it for a moment before shaking it as well.]
CENTURION: You're such a kiss ass Derrick.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I know what is best for business and I am looking at it.
[J Mont grabs the mic that is on the announce table and raises it up to his mouth.]
J MONT: You are probably wondering why we are out here. It is quite simple to be honest. [J Mont points to the titantron.] Hey Craig up in productions. Play that clip for me real quick please.
[The fans, Centurion, Derrick and Sonya all turn their heads towards the titantron as a video clip airs from the last Brawl.]
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 titantron shuts off and all the attention is back on Centurion who is just shaking his head.]
color=limegreen]J MONT: So Cent, what else do you want to say about my future wife?
SONYA BENSON: Hey, come on, talk that stuff, Cent. You sure are mouthy on Twitter. Why the sudden change, you old geezer?
[Joe and Sonya are waiting for Centurion to speak as Derrick is sitting there laughing because he called this last week.]
CENTURION: I'm not apologizing for anything. I didn't say anything that was out of line.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Wrong move Cent.
J MONT: You would think after all this time Cent that you would know not to cross me. You have seen first hand what happens to people when they do.
SONYA BENSON: No, Joe. Cent thinks he’s above all of that. He doesn’t think rules apply to him. He only understands one thing.
[J Mont cracks his knuckles as Sonya has a blank stare at Centurion. Derrick has done the wise thing and removed himself from the situation and left Centurion all alone.]
J MONT: You did this to yourself Cent. You aint no legend. Your a fuckin JOKE. Now, you are going to witness first hand just what THE BEAST of the WGWF is capable of.
[J Mont looks over to Sonya and nods his head. J Mont extends his right hand which is open. Sonya pulls out some baby powder and pours it onto the hand of J Mont. Before Centurion can do anything, J Mont takes his right hand full of powder and………..]
SLAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[J Mont slaps the shit out of Centurion with baby powder. Centurion falls to the ground and looks to be out for the count. Maybe J Mont needs to sign up for that Slap Challenge because that slap was heard all around the world.]
SONYA BENSON: YOU GOT KNOCKED THE EFF OUT!
J MONT: That is a warning to all. Mention my future wife Mia or Baby G, and watch what happens. You think I'm sick in the head, but the best part is, I have met someone who is more sadistic than me, and I love it.
[J Mont looks over to Sonya and gives her that evil smirk as he puts his arm around her as they laugh at Centurion who is down and out on the ground with a handprint of baby powder on his right cheek. Leaving Cent down on the ground, they make their way up the ramp. When they reach the top of the ramp, they both put their arms in the air as the fans give me a dose of Boo’s and vulgar sayings. As they both laugh, J Mont still has the mic in his hand.]
J MONT: Like the jersey number says. We are #1 and that was a message for Fat Rotten. You cannot stop me and Sonya. We are like the Josh Allen-Stefon Diggs connection. Touchdowns after touchdowns. And, we know you are watching Raven. You got my number!
[J Mont passes the mic off to Sonya so she can get the last words.]
SONYA BENSON: Truck people, hit OUR music!
[“Run This Town” by Jay-Z ft Rihanna plays]
With J Mont, Sonya and company about to make their exit the music suddenly cuts as the house lights go completely dark.
The Buffalo crowd go ballistic as the countdown clock ticks away to zero before breaking into the “Terminator” theme. A spotlight hits the top of the ramp where we see walking out to the top of the ramp through a smoky haze is the owner of the WGWF, the frontman to CCPE, the man that has more stroke in his pinky than most have coursing through their bodies. That man, Chris Page. Chris stands at the top of the ramp, unamused by what he’s witnessed while Sonya and J J Mont have slid into the ring.
The crowd is so loud in the heat of this moment.
Chris starts to make the walk toward the ring. He reaches ringside as we see Sonya and J Mont whispering to each other. Chris climbs up on the apron but before he steps into the ring he calls for a microphone. Chris steps into the ring, glaring across at J Mont and Sonya before looking over at Centurion who is selling his jaw from J Mont’s slap. Chris cuts his eyes back over to J Mont as he raises the microphone. The music fades away leaving a resounding chant of “CCP! CCP! CCP!”
CHRIS PAGE: Mont, what the hell are you doing man?
J Mont spouts off at Page from across the ring.
CHRIS PAGE: You’re better than this.
Chris glances over at Sonya.
CHRIS PAGE: I thought you were better than this, silly me. Since the WGWF relaunched I’ve tried not to get involved, I’ve tried to leave things to my GM’s… but it seems we have ourselves a problem, don’t we? We have a respect problem. Mont, you’re not going to run around here hosing Flash Rotten with piss, you’re not going to run around here and slap around announcers because if you want to display antics like that might I suggest you take your ass back to Fight or PWE where they tolerate juvenile bullshit, I don’t.
The crowd roars loudly!
CHRIS PAGE: Now, since you’ve shown not only me but the rest of the world just how little you value what we have going on here, allow me to help you value it a little more because in two short weeks we will see just how good you both can be because we are going to see J Mont and Sonya Benson taking on Jim Caedus, Peter Vaughn, and Flash Rotten in a three on two handicap match!
The crowd pops huge as J Mont and Sonya are livid! Mont comes over to confront Page and tries to reason with CCP but Page isn’t having any of it.
CHRIS PAGE: J Mont, you’ve made your bed… now you have to lay in it.
Chris turns his back on Mont but it’s J Mont who quickly spins Page around and drops him with a JKO that shocks the sold out crowd AND Sonya Benson! Sonya rushes over to J Mont and quickly gets him and her the hell out of dodge to massive boos from the crowd as Chris Page lays unconscious in the ring.
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”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX:Introducing first, he is the challenger… JOHN CABLE!
"The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cables makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match."
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: And his opponent…
”THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: He is the WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, “THE MECHANIC” PETER VAUGHN!
The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, darkly smirking down at the fans.
"This Time... It's Different."
After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the stage, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, two figures appear through the smoke and haze. Peter Vaughn walks forward first, followed by Kat Jones stays behind him, smiling at the reaction Vaughn is getting. They stop at the top of the ramp, surveying the hatred from the crowd. From Vaughn's reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile, with Page right behind him. The two make their way into the ring, heading into a corner to discuss some last-minute strategy.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Here we go! The World Title is on the line to cap off what has been a wild night of WGWF action. I’m by myself, Centurion helped Chris Page to the back but as they say, the show must go on.
The bell sounds and Cable begins to stalk toward Vaughn as Vaughn begins to circle around the ring. They move to lock up, Vaughn ducks under and goes for a waist lock. Cable shoves his hips backward, knocking Vaughn back on his butt. Vaughn hits but rolls right up to his feet. Vaughn charges forward into a shoulder tackle from Cable that sends Vaughn back into the ropes, and this time he falls between the top and middle rope to the apron. Vaughn pulls himself up on the apron and as he does Cable charges. Vaughn acts quickly, using the ropes to slingshot himself into the ring with a flying cross body. Cable shows great strength as he catches Vaughn and holds him. Cable throws Vaughn up onto his shoulder and begins to move into a running power slam, but Vaughn slides off the back of Cable. As Vaughn lands he immediately delivers Get Out Of My Ring! (Dropkick Wrestler Out Of Ring), knicking Cable through the ropes with the drop kick.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Vaughn is undersized and understrength, he’s going to have to use his quickness like we just saw right there to keep some distance between Cable and himself. Vaughn is a crafty little bastard, I wonder if he brought the taser, the cattleprod, or the tranq gun?
Vaughn charges off the ropes for momentum and comes back flying through the ropes with a suicide dive. Cable again shows great strength catching Vaughn and this time goes into a fall-away slam, sending Vaughn flying over the security barrier and into the third row of the Buffalo crowd.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Jesus! Cable chucked him four rows back like Vaughn was nothing!
Cabe hops over the security railing and heads toward Vaughn, who is staggering to his feet. Vaughn sees Cable coming and shoves a chair across the floor into the legs of Cable. Vaughn steps up onto another chair and leaps off with a Diving Double Axehandle, but Cable catches Vaughn in an atomic drop. Vaughn staggers in place holding his lower region. Cable grabs Vaughn and whips him into the security railing. Vaughn hits the railing so hard he flips over it back to ringside.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I tried to tell ya that Peter cannot get mixed up in a game of power with Cable.
As Vaughn gets to his feet Cable runs forward and leaps over the security railing nailing Vaughn with a flying shoulder tackle. Vaughn flies backward and lands on the ground. Cable pushes himself up, and notices the referee is counting both men out. Cable quickly dives into the ring, stopping the count, and then rolls back outside to grab Vaughn. Cable tolls Vaughn back into the ring, and follows back in rolling to his feet as Vaughn is pushing himself up to all fours.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Vaughn working his way back to a vertical base.
Cable grabs Vaughn by the head, and pulls him to his feet. Cable whips Vaughn into the corner, and Vaughn crashes into the buckles hard. Cable charges into the corner, nailing Vaughn with a running clothesline in the corner. Cable grabs Vuaghn by the head and pulls him out of the corner, and follows up by whipping him into the ropes. Cable catches Vaughn and goes for a tilt-a-whirl maneuver, but Vaughn counters with a Tilt-A-Whirl Arm Drag. Cable hits and rolls to his feet, but Vaughn is up just as quickly as Cable.
DERRICK DIAMOND: There’s that speed from Vaughn on firm display!
Vaughn charges as does Cable, and Cable strikes first going for a clothesline, but Vaughn ducks diving under and landing in a handstand. Cable spins around and Vaughn catches him for a Handstand Headscissors Takedown, but Cable uses his size and strength to block it. Cable grabs on tightly to Vaughn's ankles, steps back, and begins spinning around quickly. Momentum and centrifugal force lifts Vaughn into the air, and as Vaughn gets into the air Cable releases Vaughn ankles. Vaughn’s body flies like a frisbee and Vaughn crash lands on his face on the mat.
DERRICK DIAMOND: What is Vaughn going to have to do to keep some momentum against the larger Cable? John is cutting off the Champ at every turn thus far.
Vaughn is staggering to his feet when Cable charges. At the last minute, Vaughn sidesteps and shoves Cable in the back as he passes by, sending Cable crashing chest-first into the turnbuckle. Cable staggers backward out of the turnbuckles and Vaughn hits the ropes and comes back attempting to take Cable down with a sling blade, but Cable holds onto Vaughn and spends him spinning with a tilt-a-whirl again. This time Vaughn is able to counter, but into a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT.
DERRICK DIAMOND: HOT DAMN!
Cable’s head is spiked into the mat and his body seems to go limp. Cable is out flat on his stomach. Vaughn shoots a half-nelson and drives into the mat to turn Cable over for the pin.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Vaughn has to put his foot on the gas!
Vaughn is on his knees and grabs Cable by the mask, lifts his head, and begins hammering him with his right hand. The referee begins admonishing Vaugh, so Vaughn throws Cable’s head back into the mat. Vaughn stands and moves to the corner where he begins climbing to the top rope. As Vaughn gets to the top he sees Cable is on all fours and getting up. Vaughn leaps off the top rope with a Diving Double Axehandle, but Cable side steps and counters with a big right hook to the stomach of Vaughn that sends Vaughn flipping with a front flip. Vaughn hit and rolls to his knees as Cable turns back to him. Vaughn starts pushing himself up, but as he does Cable grabs Vaughn in a bearhug, lifting him up. Vaughn quickly grabs the mask of Cable and spins it around, covering Cable’s face and blinding him. Cable drops Vaughn and begins trying to correct his mask, but Vaughn stops him with a big dropkick to the knee. Cable is dropped to one knee, as Vaughn rolls up, grabs Cable by the head and drops him with a snap DDT to the mat.
DERRICK DIAMOND: You don’t have to like it but you can’t deny the resourcefulness of “The Mechanic” as now he’s got the upper hand!
Vaughn pulls Cable up to a seat position and drives a knee into the back of Cable. Vaughn then delivers a hard cross-face into a chin-lock on Cable. The chin-lock, along with the mask being turned backward is severely hampering Cable's ability to breathe. The Buffalo crowd is intensely behind Cable and begins cheering, which gives Cable a surge of energy as the adrenaline flows through his veins. Cable begins battling up to his feet, and when he gets there throws a hard elbow into the stomach of Vaughn. Cable fires a second hard elbow, and then grabs Vaughn around the waist and takes him over with a belly-to-back suplex. Cable sits up and begins working on his mask, trying to get it to turn back around. As Cable works on his mask, Vaughn rolls to his feet, holding his back. Vaughn sees Cable get his mask turned back correctly, and as he does Vaughn runs and nails a drop kick to the back of the head of the seated Cable. Cable is rocked to the mat and Vaughn rolls right onto him with a crossface submission hold.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Crossface! Can Vaughn make The Beast tap?!?!?!
As the crowd begins to surge behind Cable again, Cable begins to push himself up to all fours. Once on all fours Cable rocks back to his feet and goes from a deep squat to standing on his feet with Vaughn still holding onto his arm and neck. Cable swings Vaughn around and drops him with a sidewalk slam type maneuver, breaking the hold and forcing the air from Vaughn's body. Cable pushes himself to his feet and sees Vaughn down on the mat. Cable goes for a quick elbow drop, but as he does Vaughn rolls out of the ring and Cable hits the mat hard. Vaughn rolls under the bottom rope to the apron and pulls himself up with the ropes as Cable pushes himself to his feet. As Cable starts getting up, Vaughn slingshots himself to the top rope and comes off with a big bulldog onto Cable. Cable hits so hard on hi face that the momentum flips his body over onto his back. Seeing Cable on his back, Vaughn quickly crawls on top for the pin.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: The challenger still has fight in him!
Vaughn is beside himself with anger that Cable kicked out, and he even yells at the ref. Vaughn turns back to see Cable struggling to get up. Vaughn stalks Cable and as Cable starts to get up Vaughn grabs Cable from behind and goes for the The Key Holder (Ripcord DDT), Vaughn drops Cable hard onto his head once more. Vaughn wastes no time getting to his feet. Vaughn starts to go for the cover, but stops and begins shaking his head “no”. Instead, Vaughn turns back to the turnbuckles and begins shaking his head “yes”. Vaughn begins climbing to the top rope, but Cable refuses to stay down and starts stirring again. Cable pushes himself to his knees, as Vaughn stands to the top rope. Vaughn leaps off the top rope with a flying body press, and while he is in mid-air Cable pops to his feet. Cable catches Vaughn with a big spine buster, slamming him into the mat hard. Cable rolls over having used all his energy, leaving both men down.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Cable nearly put Vaughn through the ring with that Spinbuster! Someone check the plywood!
The referee stands over both men who lay on the mat, leaving him no choice but to start his count.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Whoever can muster the strength to get up first is going to have a huge advantage as we are getting deep into this World Title Match live on Monday Night Brawl from Buffalo!
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Vaughn is able to roll to all fours and pushes himself to his feet as Cable starts rolling up. Vaughn moves in grabbing the mask. As Vaughn grabs the mask of Cable, Cable grabs Vaughn's legs and scoops them, bringing Vaughn down to his back. Cable stands up, still holding onto Vaughn’s legs, and falls backward, catapulting Vaughn up and into the turnbuckles. Vaughn’s head hits the post and Vaughn lands on his feet, dazed and staggering around. Vaughn staggers around into the waiting arms of Cable who doubles Vaughn over with a boot to the stomach. Cable grabs Vaughn, hooks him, lifts him, and drops him with a Pump-handle Back-breaker. Vaughn rolls around on the mat holding his back as Cable gets back to his feet. Vaughn rolls up to all fours, and as soon as he does Cable is there with a waist lock, also locking the arms of Vaugh. With a great display of power, Cable deadlifts Vaughn up and over with a Wristlock, Belly to Back. Cable holds on, bridging for the pin.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Eyelashes away from crowning a new World Champion!
Cable grabs Vaughn by the head and pulls Vaughn up as he gets up himself. Cable positions Vaughn near his shoulders and begins lifting him up for a torture rack, but as he does Vaughn begins hammering the side of Cable’s head with elbows. Cable drops Vaughn and covers his head, trying to shake off the elbows. Vaughn leaps with a picture-perfect standing drop-kick, nailing Cable in the face with another Get Out Of My Ring! (Dropkick Wrestler Out Of Ring), that sends Cable through the ropes to the apron. Cable starts pulling himself up on the apron, and as he does Vaughn charges to the corner, springing to the top rope. Vaughn performs a turn around flying forearm, but as Vaughn is in the air Cable charges forward, jumps in the air, and hits Vaughn in mid-air with a running, jumping shoulder tackle. Vaughn flies into the ring and hits hard on the mat. Cable stands on the apron and waits as Vaughn begins staggering up. As Vaughn gets to his feet Cable slingshots himself into the ring with a Ring Rope Clothesline, Slingshot Catapult.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Come on John!
Cable is up and Vaughn is slowly pushing himself to his feet, but as he does Cable grabs him and pulls Vaughn into position for the "Waking Nightmare" (pedigree). Vaughn fights his right arm free, spins out, and pulls Cable into a ripcord knee strike. Cable is staggered and Vaughn charges at him, but Cable drops down and scoops Vaughn up onto his shoulders for a torture rack. Vaughn acts fast, and spins out of the hold, dropping Cable with Revenged (Zig Zag). Vaughn is right at the corner when he lands, so he rolls to the turnbuckles and hops to the top rope. Vaughn leaps off with The Plunge (Top-Rope Shooting Star Leg Drop) and nails Cable with it. Vaughn makes the cover.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL AND STILL WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: PETER VAUGHN
Match Time: 24:12
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Vaughn has done it! He’s retained against John Cable extending his run as World Champion to seven months. What a contest, what a battle, and I certainly hope we get to run this one back down the line.
Vaughn gets to both knee’s as he is awarded the World Title and has his arm raised in the air. Peter gets to his feet where he looks down at Cable and gives him a nod of the head. Suddenly the crowd pops as Jim Caedus emerges to the top of the ramp. Boos echo out as J Mont is shown in the crowd looking on. Vaughn looks at Caedus and then at Mont before hoisting up the World Title as Monday Night Brawl leaves the air.
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Match Credits; Mike Mason, Goth, Smash, Page
T-Shirt Credit: Lycana
