Post by Chris Page on Aug 29, 2023 5:50:05 GMT -5
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John Blade opens up with some offence on Enchantra in the form of a few stiff right jabs followed by a right haymaker. Enchantra stumbles back to the ropes and Blade takes off running toward her. Enchantra steps forward and drops him face first to the canvas with a drop toe hold followed by a leg drop to the back of his head that stalls his momentum. Enchantra drops Blade back to the canvas when he gets to his feet with a handspring enzugiri. Enchantra scales the turnbuckles and hops off the top with a shooting star elbow drop (snake in the stars) which connects. Enchantra makes the cover for the three count.
WINNER VIA PINFALL: ENCHANTRA
Match Time: 9:23
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Damage and Kazmerick take the Center of the ring with a test of power that is quickly won by damage who shoves Kazmerick back into the corner and follows up with a thunderous overhand chop followed by a vertical suplex. Damage walks over to the downed Kazmerick and attempts to scoop him off the canvas when he is met with a low blow. Damage falls to his knees slowly as Kazmerick stands to his feet and walks behind Damage and strikes with a spinning back to the back of damages head. SKULL-KRAKEN. Kazmerick rolls over the downed Damage and places one hand on his chest for the three count
WINNER VIA PINFALL: KAZMERICK
Match time: 11:12
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Into an ad break the camera nestles into a promo inside some dressing room. We hear a beautiful male voice hit every note of "Sober" by Childish Gambino. His shadow moves with incredible balance, getting dressed in coordination dancing from a giant red mirror of hearts to his wardrobe closet and back.
𝖉𝖚𝖇𝖔𝄽𝖘 𝄽𝄽𝄽 And now that it's ova, I'll never be sober, I'm so ((mumbles))𝄽𝄽𝄽
Fitting into his enchanting teal boots, he rubs his fingers patiently over the embroidered
Both temples writhe in pain as if a torture compels answers he may or may not have.
His time rapidly approaching to become an iconic star,
or a piece of mulch tossed into the recycle bin at the end of another Brawl.
Audible cracking severs the mirror into the 𝄽 logo pattern.
One side is his true current reflection, the other..?
𝖉𝖚𝖇𝖔𝄽𝖘 𝄽𝄽𝄽 NOOO!!! Not now, the music is already playin'! 𝄽𝄽𝄽[/div]
{ reflection } You were never good enough. Daddy Knew. Don't look so surprised!
Why do you think he drank so much? All that dumb dancing instead of focusing on a real career.
No wonder they booked you against a nobody and somebody else's midwife...
Why do you think he drank so much? All that dumb dancing instead of focusing on a real career.
No wonder they booked you against a nobody and somebody else's midwife...
𝖉𝖚𝖇𝖔𝄽𝖘 𝄽𝄽𝄽 That's not true, daddy was an alcoholic long before I was born! 𝄽𝄽𝄽
{ reflection } Is that what Momma told you?? And you bought it? You're when it got worse!
Now you're going to go out there with all that movin' and groovin' and fall flat on your face.
𝖉𝖚𝖇𝖔𝄽𝖘 𝄽𝄽𝄽 Boo boo, I've beaten nobody's and somebody's, and overcame every obstacle along the way!
I'm a diamond bayybe, pressure doesn't break me, I get even finer.
So, take your naysaying potty mouth and get out of my head, I found the bottle,
annnd this onnne is a dooouble dose sugaaar!! Away you go! Shew fly!!
Nothing is going to unnerve this dancing fiend. Raven and Newton, time to make iconic history!!! 𝄽𝄽𝄽
Now you're going to go out there with all that movin' and groovin' and fall flat on your face.
𝖉𝖚𝖇𝖔𝄽𝖘 𝄽𝄽𝄽 Boo boo, I've beaten nobody's and somebody's, and overcame every obstacle along the way!
I'm a diamond bayybe, pressure doesn't break me, I get even finer.
So, take your naysaying potty mouth and get out of my head, I found the bottle,
annnd this onnne is a dooouble dose sugaaar!! Away you go! Shew fly!!
Nothing is going to unnerve this dancing fiend. Raven and Newton, time to make iconic history!!! 𝄽𝄽𝄽
Forcing two pills down his throat without water. Dubois grabs his blingiest jacket with that million-dollar smile.
He looks back at the mirror, whole again as a full heart shape. He sighs in relief, finally ready. He closes the door to head toward the entrance area.
In the now mostly dark dressing room, a red silhouette pulse glows around the mirror of hearts.
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The main event of dark saw two newcomers to the WGWF lock up with a veteran here in Atara. Dubois takes control right away with a series of strikes to Atara before spring boarding off of the middle rope and dropping her to the canvas. Dubois turns his attention to Clyde who is watching intently. Dubois rushes Clyde and the two trade forearms but Dubois gets the upper hand and hits the ropes dashing toward Clyde who ducks. Dubois once again springboards off of the middle rope this time with a moonsault and Clyde simply walks away leaving him to smack the mat hard. Clyde picks up Dubois and tosses him to the floor and then turns his attention to Atara who is just making it to her feet. Clyde kicks her right in the face which stumbles her back and she drops to a knee. Clyde delivers a discus right hand as Atara once again makes it to her feet which stuns her, he hits the ropes and delivers a spear (Brooklyns Finest) for the three count just as Dubois is sliding back into the ring. The two stare each other down.
WINNER VIA PINFALL: CLYDE NEWTON
Match Time: 16:43
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Brawl opens not with celebration and the usual fanfare this night, because Flash Rotten’s saddened and crying face dominates the screen. The arena itself has been darkened, forcing fans to illuminate it with cameras and lighters, and a single spotlight rests on him and him alone.
FLASH ROTTEN: Ladies and Gentlemen…
Flash chokes up, having to collect himself in the moment.
FLASH ROTTEN: Ladies and Gentlemen… It is with a heavy heart I bring news of a passing. I’m sure you’re well aware of all the goings-on at Summer Madness and I’m sure you watched the Last Blood Hell in a Cell war between Sonya Benson and Kim Riddle. It is that match which was the catalyst of this sad news, and there really is no way to put a twist on this or to butter it up. Ladies and Gentlemen, due to the heinous and barbaric actions of Kim Riddle…. Sonya Benson’s facial features have been killed.
Flash’s hand trembles and he bravely battles back sobs.
FLASH ROTTEN: Sonya’s face was unsavable even by the brilliant minds of the medical field. She has been forced to wear a half-mask for the rest of her years on this earth. So in honor of the fullness and glory of the most beautiful and vibrant face in this world and the worlds not yet discovered, please be silent as we give the 10 bell salute to Sonya Benson’s magnanimous face!
The crowd BOOS the fuck out of this this.
Now the spotlight goes out and the World’s Greatest Tron sparks to life with a montage of Sonya’s incredibly ungodly pretty face as the ten bell salute is given.
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
The lights come back on and the fans go bonkers with HATEFUL boos as with that evil, vile bitch, Sonya Benson sits in her wheelchair dead center of the ring. As usual she’s flanked by her entourage, and of course as we already know Flash Rotten is in the ring too. She is still sporting bandages and true to Flash’s words, she’s wearing a mask.
Derrick Diamond: Thank god she’s here. I thought she wasn’t gonna grace us with that radiant presence. And look, Cent, just look at her. In a wheelchair, a mask, still banged up but still hotter than all the women on the roster.
Centurion: Please for the love of god shut up! She’s milking her “injuries” so she doesn’t have to compete. I can’t even believe she’s smiling after Kim made her into her bitch again like she did so many times in their feud. But I think we know why she’s here and I don’t like it one bit.
The ring itself, and the ropes, also the buckles have been turned golden and all the finest colors and precious metals are flaked into tiny, beautifully hued speckles.
Sonya Benson: Ladies and Gentlemen…
For the first time ever, she’s not greeted with the usual overwhelming boos. Well, ok, yes she is being booed heavily but there’s a smattering of cheers, most likely from fans who have a newfound respect for her after “manning up” and facing Kim blow for blow in the Last Blood Hell in a Cell match.
SMALL CONTINGENT OF FANS: YOU’RE LEGIT! YOU’RE LEGIT!
The Rich Bitch is off put by at the odd response but continues.
Sonya Benson: When my BFF and the Rat Faced Albatross Fail-tara Raven didn’t win the tag titles it was a major blow. Not totally shocking given Joe’s partner was the yogurt-brained bimbo who’d rather whore herself on a pole than be a good mom. It was still a major blow though. But then when I lost it all in that horrible nightmarish cell, I lost everything. My flawless facial features were disfigured beyond repair. I now have to wear a FUCKING MASK like I am some kind of female John Cable or even worse his ugly ass dead wife. More importantly though, It felt like my brother Ben was killed all over again. It was beyond devastating. It looked like the nay-sayers, the Pages, the Pains, the Riddles, the Goths, the Banes, and all the grease pellets in the stands were gonna see the total end of the Mont and Sonya takeover as they’d predicted, but J-Mont saved the day, like he’s done so many times. He saved all of us from the continued reign of the most monotone and boring doofus in the world and the possible reign of the fart-brain who puts marbles in his mouth before he speaks.
She has to pause until the heat dies down out of necessity.
Sonya Benson: Oh yes, ladies and gents, it is TIME to introduce you all to your NEW… reigning…. DEFENDING… WGWF WORLD CHAMPION….. He is the man among boys, the king among men, the god among kings, the titan among gods…. The Titan of Titles… The Title Taker…. The Champion of Champions… The Count of Monty Champion-o…
Sonya has to take a breath.
Sonya Benson: ..... JOE MONTUORI !!!!!!
The lights change to something befitting the presence of a god while the famed Vienna Philharmonic orchestra file out onto the ramp and some file down the aisle. It doesn’t take them long to attune their angelic voices and impeccable instruments to pay reverence to the Champion of Champions, and thus they begin to play and sing J-Mont’s legendary entrance music.
See I believe in money, power, and respect
First you get the money
Then you get the muthafuckin', power
After you get the fuckin' power
Muthafuckas will respect you
What's the key to life?
Money, power, and respect
What do you need in life?
Money, power, and respect
You'll be eating' right
Money, power, and respect
You can sleep at night
You'll see the light
What's the key to life?
Money, power, and respect
What do you need in life?
Money, power, and respect
You'll be eating' right
Money, power, and respect (yeah)
Money, power, and respect (yeah, yo, yo)
Money, power, and respect
Ayo, my whole clique 'bout it, 'bout it
We take yours while you pout about it
Truck, step out the whore's want to crowd around it
You could see me on optimum TV
Go in your bathroom turn the light out, scream
Bloody Mary, one, two, three
Sheek ain't your usual friend
But I can set you up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end
I'm done with' ice and charms
I'm trying' my whole casket when I'm gone
Pull up wit' class on the don'
Once I meet 'em I greet 'em
Kiss His feet for freedom
Tell 'em thank you Lord
'Cause on Earth I was getting' bored
Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek
So I can make this album and get back to cats that's weak
Two thirty, six two
Me budge for you? That's like a cat versus a pitbull
Gun, know clip full, keep hunger
And plan for the future 'cause you figure
You gon' be older way longer than you gon' be younger
What's the key to life?
Money, power, and respect
What do you need in life?
Money, power, and respect
You'll be eating' right
Money, power, and respect
You can sleep at night
You'll see the light
What's the key to life?
Money, power, and respect
What do you need in life?
Money, power, and respect
You'll be eating' right
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
What's the key to life?
Everyone looks up the ramp but no, oh no one and all, he is not there. A mere curtain separating the paying from the paid cannot usher such greatness this night. From above, the roof of the Amalie Arena retracts and the greatest of them all, the champion beyond reproach descends from the sky on a flying throne made from the finest gold and gems from across the great expanses of earth.
Derrick Diamond: He is descending from the AIR on a FLYING THRONE! Are you seeing this, Cent???!!!!
Centurion: Please god give me blindness… if only this one night!
J Mont, sitting like a king but he too is banged up just like Sonya Benson. And this is not from Peter or Jim. J Mont is coming off a hell in a cell war with Chris Page last night. A bandage wrapped around his head, rumors of a concussion have been heard, bruised ribs, internal bleeding and numerous puncture wounds to go with an all around sore body.
But that would not stop J Mont from making an appearance tonight to show the world why he is the WGWF World Champion and he also did not want to let down Sonya Benson who went out of her way to make this a special night. As J Mont descends from the roof, the fans are truly in disbelief at what they are seeing. But come on now. When it comes to J Mont and Sonya, would you expect anything else? J Mont pointing fingers at everyone, reminding them who the new Champion is. Then from the side of the seat, he pulls out a microphone.
J Mont: I got 2 things to say. I fuckin told you so and welcome to Monday Night Mont!
As J Mont gets closer to the ring, you can see Sonya whisper something to Flash Rotten. J Mont, not in the best of shape is smiling, but deep down is hiding the pain he is in, or is at least trying to.
Centurion: Give me a fucking break man! This is overkill!
Derrick Diamond: It’s not nearly enough kill but he’s killing it nonetheless! The majesty. The glory. The gold. The essence of J-Mont!!! This is what the Jews will see when Jesus returns and touches his holy foot on the Mount of Olives or whatever that place is! Except Jesus won’t be carrying a world title!
As he gets lower and lower, Sonya reaches up hallelujah style as though to worship god so she can be filled with the holy spirit. We also see a better look at the World Championship itself, which has been redone and stylized to fit J Mont’s needs and wants.
As J Mont finally lands, you can see him grab his rib cage in pain, but he lifts up the World Title high in the sky. J Mont did something that many people cannot claim they did and that was unseat Peter Vaughn as World Champion. J Mont sees Sonya, and has a big smile on his face as two flying automaton 24 Karrot Gold Crutches sail up to him and attuned to his frame under the armpits.
CENTURION: Oh look, he’s Iron Man now. Animated AI crutches. Wonderful.
Derrick Diamond: He makes Iron Man look like some bum begging for change on the street. You better recognize or he’ll bitch slap you again.
What a nice gesture by Sonya to her BFF here. J Mont adjusts his pained posture as Flash helps place the World Title over his right shoulder. J Mont smiles at Sonya and Flash.
J Mont: Well, well, well and WELL!
BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
J Mont: That is no way to treat Flash Rotten. I have told you all from Day 1, I am always 2 steps ahead with the mind games. Flash deserves an Oscar for all the pain and suffering he went through with myself and Sonya. He is a class act and a man that saw the big picture. That saw the big plan. While Page thought bringing Rotten back was going to be the downfall of J Mont, it was the missing piece needed to get that World Title shot that Peter was dodging me with. And all that was left to do when that puzzle was put together was execute and that was done. My hand was raised and the World Title was handed to me. Someone needs to call DJ Khaled because I'm about to steal a line from him.
ANOTHER ONE!!!!!!!!
Flash Rotten: No more spoilers. Only predictions now. J Mont is going to run the WGWF and this is just the start of the BIGGER PLAN in place.
J Mont: Easy Flash, let’s just enjoy this ceremony here and leave business for tomorrow. For christ sakes, look at these crutches shining. They match the World Title on my shoulder.
Sonya Benson: Oh just you wait my fine feathered BFF … this has just begun. Let the gift giving commence!!!!
The spotlight has shifted to the entrance way where you see a few of the local workers directing traffic like they work for the airport. Then from the back, you see a 2023 Lamborghini in all gold pull out.
J Mont: I will be damned. Not sure how I can fit Baby G’s car seat in there, but I love it. It will fill perfectly in my 30 car garage.
Sonya Benson: You think that’s something? Watch this!
She presses a button on the keyfob and the fabulous sports car morphs into a Transformer that looks like J Mont! Our magnanimous world champion is visibly stunned, even taking a step back.
Centurion: First he’s Iron Man. Now he’s Michael Bay with a LITERAL TRANSFORMER OF HIMSELF FROM THE MOVIES!!! That’s it I am fucking done.
Centurion tried to get up and leave but Derrick and some other executives nearby convinced him to stay.
Derrick Diamond: Be a professional man! Nothing can top a transformer of himself, so you’ll be ok now.
Flash Rotten: There is more.
The spotlight stays on the entrance way as you see some more of the local workers pushing something on a big dolly.
Centurion: OK, this has to stop. This guy thinks he is bigger than Rocky Balboa.
Derrick Diamond: Hey J Mont, we did it!!!!!
Centurion: You win kiss ass of the year!
Derrick Diamond: You wanna get bitched slapped again Cent?
The workers bring the dolly in front of the gold Lamborghini and this is another amazing piece of art right here. You have a matching pair of J Mont statues here. One in gold and the other in silver because he is just that good.
J Mont: Wow, for once in my life I am speechless. I dont even know what to say, but damn, I LOOK GOOD AS FUCK!
Flash Rotten: Mia is one lucky woman Joe.
J Mont: I am a lucky guy too Flash. Mia does the JKO better than anyone but me. You should know that.
Flash Rotten: I took one for the team. All part of the plan.
As J Mont and Flash laugh together, you can see Sonya trying to enjoy herself but the pain is simply a lot to handle. J Mont, also in pain but with all the gifts coming his way, it's like he almost forgot he was just in a hell in a cell match with the Painmaker aka Chris Page. J Mont has a million dollar smile right now and there is nothing that can ruin this moment. He has his team in the ring with him. Sonya and Flash Rotten. 24 Karat gold crutches. The WGWF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP. A Gold Lamborghini and a Gold and Silver double statue of himself. This is a night that J Mont and the wrestling world will never forget.
The only by Static X pounds throughout the building like a heartbeat. The fans pop as Justin York walks from behind the curtain with a microphone in hand. Justin perches himself at the top of the stage and flips a middle finger to the crowd which oddly pops them even harder. York stares at Sonya, Flash and J Mont with conviction as he begins his walk down the rampway toward the ring.
Justin York: Ladies & Gentlemen, WELCOME TO MONDAY NIGHT YORK! this is my fuckin' show!
Derrick Diamond: York is about to get what's coming to him if he steps between those ropes.
Centurion: You might just be right. Let's see what he has to say to the trio in the ring.
Justin reaches the bottom of the ramp and notices a family with four small children seated at the barrier in the first row just to the right of the ring. York struts over with a smirk on his face and holds his fist out to the eldest child who can be no more than seven years old. The child reaches out to fist bump York with the hand he isn't currently holding popcorn in. At the very last moment York retracts his hand and snatches the bag of popcorn with his other and begins to eat piece by piece in front of the family while the fans begin to get pissed off and boo him. York grins from ear to ear as the father gets out of his chair and approaches the barrier. It's at this exact moment that York tosses the bag of popcorn in the dad's face, sending popcorn flying in every direction as well as landing in the laps of nearby fans. York flips the bird and laughs before turning around and jumping up on the apron, leaning against the ropes and holding out the microphone to the angry crowd. York steps through the ropes and into the ring and happily finds himself a seat on the mat with his legs crossed.
Justin York: Cut the music… Hey Sonya, I thought i'd get as close to your level as possible you fuckin' trash bin.
Derrick Diamond: WOW!
Centurion: Well.. York is ready to let them have it here tonight.
Derrick Diamond: J Mont looks like he is ready to kill Justin York.
Justin York: Calm down big guy, I'll get to you in a minute.
Justin points at J Mont like he is telling a dog to sit pretty.
Justin York: Sorry to interupt your bullshit parade here bitches but as I was sitting back about to puke in my mouth I realized I have something to say to both of you and why not kill two birds with one stone? First off I can't believe even someone like you would lose a title to that tramp Kim Pain. Beating her is as easy as magic, I did it weeks ago, only if you paid attention to anything aside from all the shenanigans and extra shit you and him do to garner attention, you would have seen the crystal clear blueprint to a CLEAN VICTORY! does not shock me. So instead you come out here and try to big dick around with his successes if thats what the fuck you wanna call them.You are lucky that you're in a wheel chair and that I'm gentlmenly enough not to hit someone in one and ill leave it at that for now.
Centurion: York acts like we didn't all just watch him eat a young man's popcorn.
Justin York: Now, as far as you fuckin' go!
J Mont takes a few steps forward and York gets up off of the canvas and the two go toe to toe, chest to chest, face to face. Both men are nose to nose and shoving each other back intensely with their foreheads while talking mad shit.
Derrick Diamond: YES! We're going to get an early preview of what these to have in store for each other in their upcoming match.
Centurion: Let them fight. Everyone in attendance wants to see it and they are clearly both men of the people.
Sonya tries getting out of her wheelchair to slap Justin after he shoves J Mont but York is far quicker and BLASTS her straight out of her wheelchair with his signature Headshot (V-Trigger)! Smith and Norris immediately swarm Justin, pummeling him backwards, but York is no softie and holds his own. J Mont is livid, cussing at York and appears to be debating on beating his ass or tending to Sonya.
He decides on the latter and frantically waves for medics to come tend to her. Mont helps her up to hand off with the medics and then eyes Justin with pure murder in his heart. He steps forward.
Centurion: JKO! JKO! JKO! HE JUST JKO’d SONYA!! WHAT THE HELL?
Derrick Diamond: JOE NOOOOOO!!!
The arena goes quiet as the grave, in shock. J Mont speeds across the ring, spins Smith around and JKOs him into the Shadow Realm while Justin Headshots Norris so hard his nose bursts red like a stomped ketchup packet. J Mont hurls Smith from the ring. York tosses Norris through the ropes. The crowd has no idea how to react to this. Mont and York march up to each other, aggressively pressing foreheads and shouting stuff, then they take a step back and “did we just become best friends” bro hug!
An explosion of jeers blast them so hard it could register across the entire galaxy! Alot of fans cover their ears and weep as they’re damaged by the sheer volume of the crowd's hatred of this immoral merge.
J Mont and York drag Sonya away from the medics and send them scurrying away, and then J Mont secures the battered Porn Stacked Princess into a Camel Clutch. Sonya, through blurry eyes, comes to as Justin takes a mic and kneels down to her.
Justin York: You listen to me real good lot lizard Benson. I've hated you for as long as I've known you and in case you have forgotten we go a long way back to the IIW days where you faded as fast as you sparked. I promised you when I stepped through the doors of this fuckin' company that you and I would have our day and as you can see I am a man of my word. You existed in this company, in this fuckin' group for as long as you have merely because I let you. That ends tonight!
York hocks a lugi and spits it into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it, then to make it worse, bitch slaps the shit out of her. J Mont releases her from the Camel Clutch and keeps her in place with a boot on her back.
Justin York: Oh and we’ve already upgraded to someone better… someone who would have crushed Kim in that Cell… someone who is everything you are except 100 times better… someone who didn’t drop the ball at Summer Madness like you did… someone who can bring true change….
Mont and York look up the ramp.
“Break It Down” by Lil’ Debbie plays from Amalie Arena’s internal surround systems and the audience of Tampa, Florida, unleash absolute hell to the stage. J Mont and Justin York watch as they see the newest member, Amber Mansley, strut from the stage sporting the finest pink bodysuit with high heels covered in silver glitter, her blonde-brunette hair tied up in a ponytail and she posed on the stage with her hands on her hips. She looks across to the sea of hating fans and blows a kiss to them before strutting again down the ring ignoring the chaotic scenery of Benson’s destruction.
DERRICK DIAMOND: YES! YES! YES! This is the best upgrade ever! “The Influence” Amber Mansley has joined J Mont and Justin York together after they brutalized Sonya Benson! She was victorious against Cyrus Riddle at Night Two of Summer Madness silencing all the haters!
CENTURION: Are you serious Derrick?! Sonya Benson’s career and life could possibly be in danger! We just watched J Mont and Justin York nearly end her existence in the ring and replace her with the most egotistical and materialistic woman in WGWF history! The only reason she won against Cyrus Riddle was a spray can to the face!
Justin parts the ropes for her, and as she steps in, Mont drags the beaten Benson up onto her knees, holding her by the hair. The Rich Bitch is weeping and crying for help that isn’t to come, and things are about to get even worse for her.
Amber Mansley: Ladies and gentlemen, “The Influence” is here and yes, York was not wrong! I’m vibing with Justin and the new WGWF World Champion, J Mont! Now unfortunately for you Sonya, you tried it on Night One when you lost to Kim Pain of all people losing your WGWF Television Championship. Hunny, it sounds like you’re the weak link and in this dominant empire, weak links do not survive!
Sonya hectically squirms and begs Mont. Amber leans in closely and holds up the chin of Benson with a smile on her face.
Amber Mansley: But we’re about to make you more famous than Kanye helping T-Swifty. Smile, Sonya. You’re about to go Viral!
York and Mont pin Benson down at the hands and feet while Amber effortlessly scales the top rope and crashes down on her with the impetus of a comet!
Centurion: VIRAL! That diving shooting star just put the nail in Sonya’s coffin!
Derrick Diamond: … I! JUST! CAME!
With Sonya’s end now done, Amber places a boot on her chest to assert her power and takes a selfie, undoubtedly to find its way in meme form on Twitter later.
Finally, mercifully, they toss her from the ring like an empty candy wrapper going into the rubbish bin so the medics can tend to her.
Flash Rotten: Oh and by the way, Ms. Benson, it gives me great joy in saying…..YOU’RE FIRED!!!!!! The paperwork will be brought to your hospital room tonight. Don’t ever show your broken ugly face around here again.
Then they stand in unison, being absolutely MELTED by nuclear heat from the fans. As they pose, a giant banner unfurls from somewhere above, which shows them in all their glory, but also a name that will strike fear into the promotion…
THE FORTUNATE ONES!!!
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CENTURION: Here we go! The first round of the 2023 Cannabis Cup is officially underway!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Let’s GO!
Akuma barley even waits for the bell as she immediately jumps all over Samuel Chatman in the coroner battering him with stiff rights and lefts. Once she has him shoved in the corner she drops down to one knee and begins to ram her shoulder into Chatman’s mid-section. She does this three times before standing and immediatel grabbing Chatman by his hands and goes to launch him out of the turnbuckle, but before The Lone Wolf can take two steps Akuma almost takes his head off with a vicious short arm clothesline.
CENTURION: Big lariat from Akuma!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Makes you wonder if maybe Sam has taken her lightly.
Akuma feeling good from this early momentum shoots to her feet pulling Samuel Chatman up top his feet and towards the middle of the ring. She then takes one hand to press onto Samuel Chatman’s chest and the other to launch him into the ropes. Akuma was looking for a spinwheel kick but Samuel Chatman had enough presence of mind to lock his arms around the top rope to prevent him moving forward. He waits for Akuma to get back to her feet before Samuel Chatman takes a step forward shifts his feet and then blasts Akuma in the face with his signature SUPER-KICK THE FINAL BITE!!
CENTURION: Superkick!
Akuma smacks the canvas hard and she quickly rolls out of the ring drawing immense boos from the crowd as she clutches her jaw and yells for all of them to SHUT UP!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Akuma rolling to the outside to halt that momentum being built by The Lone Wolf.
CENTURION: I can’t really fault her either, especially when you think about how the winner of the Cannabis Cup Tournament is going to stamp their ticket to the West Coast Rumble and challenge for the World Title.
Ever the showman Samuel Chatman runs towards the ropes where Akuma is on the outside jawing with the fans. Once the fans begin to react Akuma looks over and sees Samuel Chatman in a dead sprint running towards her. Chatman leaps into the air springboarding on the top rope nailing Akuma with a springboard shooting star pressed that has every single ass up out their seats!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: CHATMAN THROW CAUTION TO THE WIND!
CENTURION: Incredible athleticism on display by Chatman!
The fans begin chanting as both competitors try and pull themselves up to their feet after that trainwreck of a spot. They both pulls themselves up to their feet as the ref has reached the count of five. Akuma is the first to act striking Samuel Chatman clean across his face with a closed fist desperation haymaker. Chatman is rocked back leaning against the guardrail. Chatman quickly rebounds and comes back with fires with a haymaker of his own sending Akuma back first into the ring apron. Chatman doesn’t wait for Akuma to fireback as he advances, but Akuma playing opossum quickly shoots up and nails The Lone Wolf right in the throat with a spinning back fist.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Chatman might have lost some teeth with that shot!
Samuel Chatman was obviously taken by surprise by this as the ref has now reached the count of 8. Akuma quickly grabs Samuel CHatman and rolls him underneath the bottom rope breaking the count. Akuma then stands up on the ring apron and then motions towards the turnbuckle. The fans once again roar loudly at the prospect of another high risk high flying move.
CENTURION: AKUMA IS GOING UP TOP!
Akuma pulls herself up to the top rope, and turns and spits in the American fans direction as she turns around to see Samuel Chatman getting to his feet. Akuma waste not another moment as she leaps off the top rope. Samuel Chatman was looking up and raised his hands effectively blocking Akuma’s attempted double axe handle smash. Samuel Chatman then quickly puts the back of his head underneath Akuma’s chin and then leaps into the air and slamming the back of Akuma’s chin into the back of his head as The Lone Wolf hits a utterly flawless Jeff Hardy style chinbuster.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Chatman regains control!
Akuma falls backward clutching at her jaw, as Samuel Chatman kips up much to the fans delight. He moves towards Akuma who is still clutching at her jaw waits for Samuel Chatman to get a step closer as she quickly fires the back of her elbow into Samuel Chatman’s chin rocking him backwards. Akuma then explodes out of the corner with a thunderous roaring elbow that takes the Lone Wolf off of his feet. Akuma sensing blood in the water yanks The Lone Wolf up to his feet and hooks one of his arms over his shoulder and grabs Chatman by his trunks and then goes to lift him into the air, but Chatman throws his leg around Akuma’s to prevent her from lifting him into the air. Akuma throws a few punches into Samuel’s ribcage until his leg gores back where it was. Akuma then plants her legs and lifts Samuel Chatman into the air. But as soon as he is ub Sam Chatman is wable to wiggle out. He drops down onto his feet directly behind Akuma. He quickly spins her around and boots her in the mid section. THe Lone Wolf then thrusts Akuma’s head inbetween his legs as he quickly grabs her by the waist and lifts her high into the air driving Akuma into the canvas with a powerful powerbomb that the Lone Wolf quickly flips over and bridges into a pin
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WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE CANNABIS CUP: SAM CHATMAN
Match Time: 7:22
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CENTURION: Sam Chatman racks up another win and in the process secures his spot as apart of the 2023 Cannabis Cup Pay-Per-View!
The referee raises Sam’s arm in the air.
Sam’s head turns toward the top of the ramp as he starts shaking his head. The Tampa crowd roars loudly as the daisy dukes are on firm display upon Edward Grado dancing out to the top of the ramp in a “DADDY” tank top, backward black hat, a pink fanny pack secured around his waist.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Sing it loud! Sing it proud! It’s EDWARD GRADO!!
Edward stops at the top of the ramp where he throws a thumbs up to Sam. Edward starts strutting ass down the ramp toward the ring.
CENTURION: If you’ve paid any attention over the last month or so you already know this is going to be good!
Sam Chatman exits the ring and jumps down to the floor meeting Grado who offers up a high-five! Chatman attempts to give a reluctant high-five only to have Grado drops his hand and laugh at Chatman while spouting out “I got you!”. Sam rolls his eyes and in mid roll Edward throws his arms around Chatman giving him a big bear hug with a huge smile on his face while Sam creates some distance with a quickness.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The sheer level of uncomfortableness is hysterical.
Edward starts strutting his way back up the ramp with a reluctant Samuel Chatman following him.
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Ragnarök stood in the ring. The crowd let him have it. The look on his face indicated he was pissed off at something. No one seemed to care and as he brought the microphone to his lips the crowd got louder blocking him out. He lowered the microphone and the crowd cheered. Ragnarök turned facing the ramp as the crowd calmed down, he eventually spoke.
Ragnarok: I am going to hold the rest of the show until I get some answers. There is one man backstage that knows what this is about, and he better be listening. He is none other than the owner of WGWF Chris Page. I want some answers. You know exactly what I'm talking about. In case, your old ass forgot though let me remind you.
A video appears of Chris Page and Ragnarök shaking hands a few weeks before Summer Madness. The video cut off as he continued.
That handshake was an agreement between you and I that Ragnarök would be the special guest referee during the Tag Team Turmoil match. Now I understand you're a busy man. I even understand you are not perfect and will make mistakes. However, you have also said you are a man of your word, so I want to ask you nicely to come out here and explain what the hell happened and how you plan to make this right.
He waited patiently for Chris to come out. However, after thirty seconds an unfamiliar song hits throughout the arena.
The crowd pops as Jimmy "Big Tyme" Jackson walks out shaking his hips and dancing to the beat. The crowd is singing along as he looked at Ragnarök inside the ring. Twirling the microphone being playful he tossed it in the air and caught it. Brought it to his lips and spoke.
Jimmy "Big Tyme" Jackson: Ragnarök, you may not know me and that's fine. I'm certainly not Chris Page and I can tell you are getting annoyed. You feel like this is a runaround from Mr. Page, but I assure you he had no idea I was arriving tonight and confronting you. That being said the name is Jimmy "Big Tyme" Jackson and I'm just glad to be here and looking at you a two-time champion in his own right and wondering what it would be like to step in the ring with you. It might be bold of me or perhaps silly as I've heard the stories about you and understand what you are about. However, I also know that a little birdie told me that you might be seeking something a little fresh and funky at the same time. The people of WGWF and this amazing roster is only part of the reason I'm here.
Ragnarök cut him off.
Ragnarök: Look here Jimmy "No one" Jackson. I'm not in the mood to deal with your positive vibes and compliments you want to throw my way. I'm out here to get answers from our owner. The fact you interuppted me says a lot about who you are. There is a time and place for us to chat, but this was not that moment. However, since you wanted to put your nose into my business affairs, I say next Brawl me and you lace up our boots and have ourselves a little battle.
Jimmy "Big Tyme" Jackson smirked as he climbed into the ring. He leaned against the rope and started to laugh.
Jimmy "Big Tyme" Jackson: Easy there Ragnarök. You are such a hot head. I love the passion you have and the competitive fire you show each week. I've seen you compete on film and even in person and it's beyond words what I see from you. What I said just a moment ago is true that I would love to step in the ring with you. However, I never said I wanted to compete against you. In fact, it's the opposite. I heard a rumor you might need a tag team partner in the near future.
The former Television champion looked at the rookie with some confusion.
Ragnarök: You're not Damage and never will compare to him. However, something about you definitely intrigues me. I want you to prove yourself in the ring to me first so let's have a match next Brawl and see what you got and if I'm impressed maybe I will take you up on the offer. In the meantime, Mr. Page, we are waiting.
Suddenly the entrance music of Goth can be heard as the veteran walks out while wearing his Jesus mask. Causing both men inside the ring to look at each other before turning their attention back to Goth. He slowly steps through the ropes as je confronts both man as he takes off his mask.
Goth: Forgive me for interrupting this lovely tit-a-tat. But I couldn’t help myself overhearing you two wanting to be a tag team?
Goth stares at Ragnarok
Ragnarok: Yes, we were however, your unexpected appearance gives me a great idea. Since Jimmy boy here wants to prove himself. Then you want clearly want to prove something to him or me I say we have a triple threat match. If I win then I choose my own partner. If you or Jimmy win that person will be my partner. I’ll even give you the luxury of picking a guest referee for this match if you wish to accept the terms.
Jimmy looks at Ragnarok.
Jimmy “Big Tyme” Jackson: I have no problem with it.
Ragnarök: I’m sure you don’t but Chris Page will be picking the referee. Maybe he can actually get it right this time.
Ragnarök tosses the microphone and leaves the ring ignoring both men as the scene fades.
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We cut backstage to find that both Lexi Gold and Brooke Blakely are laid out with trainers and EMT’s surrounding them.
DERRICK DIAMOND: That’s Lexi Gold and Brooke Blakely, and they’re laid out!
CENTURION: They’re our next match up in the Cannabis Cup, and it appears someone has gotten to them both!
EMT’s and Trainers work over Blakely and Gold. The camera pulls back to see a figure in the background wearing a John Cable mask.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Is that… John Cable?
CENTURION: There’s no way that’s Cable, he’s not tall enough.
The figure disappears in the darkness.
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We cut to Denise Essex as she is sitting down for the Rundown with a special guest, she gets the green light to start talking in three seconds as she turns her attention towards the camera.
Denise Essex: Welcome everyone for the Rundown, tonight we have a special guest. He has been on the rundown in the beginning of the year after debuting as a Mystery Man during the West Coast Rumble. And he recently returned during Day Two’s Main Event of Summer Madness to attack Joe Montuori… He is Goth!!!!!
We hear the crowd erupt as Goth comes walking out to the stage, being accompanied by his wife Melissa as they take a seat and await the first question.
Denise Essex: Goth, Melissa. Welcome to the show, I had not expected to have your wife joining you tonight.
Goth smirks as he turns his attention towards his wife for a few moments before turning his attention back to the interviewster.
Goth: Let’s just say that I am a family man, just like Joe Montuori is.
He has a cocky smirk on his face as Denise Essex tries look deeper into his response.
Denise Essex: Speaking of Joe Montuori, we all saw him attack you several months ago when you were still injured. what went through you during that time after having your arm and shoulder broken by him???
Melissa: You want to know what our life looked like during that period Denise?? I can summarize that in two words. Pure Hell.
Denise looks at Melissa who takes a look towards her husband before turning her attention back towards Denise
Melissa: This man lives, eats and breaths wrestling. This man has accomplished just as much as Joe Montuori has done in his. This man wanted to return to pro wrestling and challenge Joe Montuor for another match out of respect of him when he beat Goth during CCPE vs. The World. And what does J Mont do?? Not only does he attack him from behind while wearing a mask, he also tried to set up an angle where people thought he would save him!! Only to have his arm broken as if it was a trophy for him.
Denise Essex: That must have been….
Melissa: Painful?? Horrible?? Disgusting?? Pick a word, it doesn’t even come close to what the two of us had to go through after surgery and rehab. We had to witness Joe come on live television every single show, have him make fun of MY husband in the sickest of ways. And for what?? Because he was bored?
The anger builts inside of Melissa while trying to contain herself from not going into a fit rage
Melissa: I had to come out here along with two of my closest friends, giving an update to the wrestling fans. I went out here and gave Joe a warning, a warning that he does not know what he has gotten himself into. And now? He has to pay for his sins.
Denise clears her throat as she is clearly taken aback by the comments made by Melissa as she turns her attention towards the card with questions.
Denise Essex:Goth, we just heard from your wife about you having gone through hell. I wanted to ask you whether this was the reason why you decided to play fire with fire and stalk his wife and kid???
Goth rolls his eyes and puts his fingers together in front of his face while trying to find the right answer.
Goth: It’s like what Melissa just said Denise, he doesn’t know what he has gotten himself into. If you want to know whether I am an individual that just enjoys stalking people? Of course not, but I guess people haven’t paid attention to me the last time that I sat across you on the Rundown. Because I told the world that anyone on this roster is going to be taught a lesson or two about mind games and psychology. And it was merely childsplay to get under the skin of “Twizted” Joe Montuori.
Denise Essex: And why is that Goth???
Goth looks at his wife, he grabs her by the hand before turning his attention towards Denise.
Goth: Joe is an individual that needs to be the center of attention, Joe feels the need to get under the skin of every single individual in WGWF and beyond. Creating enemies excites him, yet there’s the big flaw of his so called master plan Denise.
He takes a moment to pause as he stares into the camera instead of Denise Essex.
Goth: I have given you so many different clues and hints Joe, yet you were too foolish to take them seriously. I have told the world, but mostly YOU that I would come back to stare you in the eyes. And yet, you ignored me. Hell, I have been the mystery man three consecutive times!! And nobody saw it coming. I was the beast that lured Lexi into believing that it was Jonathan Cable, I was the beast that danced almost danced away into the moonlight with Princess Lexi Joe. I made one of my tag team partners for tomorrow relevant whether he wanted to or not, while you?? You just made a t shirt and steal his Beast gimmick.
He shakes his head and smiles.
Goth: Honestly Joe, the reason why I took a vacation wasn’t because stalking your family is such a difficult chore, I merely got bored. Bored because I realize that you aren’t on my level and never will. Because if you think that the mind games are over?? Then I will have to disappoint you, I have only begun.
He turns his attention towards Denise Essex and gives her a sinister look before getting up and walk off with his wife.
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The show comes back in the air and the camera is focusing on a particular section of the wrestling crowd, where you see the Intercontinental Champion “Cholo” Giovanni Santana sitting in the front row, surrounded by kids all wearing black and gold WGWF t-shirts. He too wears the same t-shirt as they do, regular jeans and his shoes can’t be quite made out. The Intercontinental title is sitting on his lap as he sips his usual Mezcal drink. Former host of WGWF Dark, and apparently new interviewer Cherry Cola is there with a microphone in hand, ready to interview him. Cholo hands his title to one of the kids as he stands up.
CHERRY COLA: Hola Cholo, you hotness, care to tell us what you doing out here in the crowd instead of in the ring wearing nothing but trunks so mama can have a good time with herself backstage?
CHOLO: Wow, that is a helluva way to reintroduce yourself back to the WGWF universe… How have you been, Cherrita? Where have you been? You look good if Cholo says so himself.
CHERRY COLA: Well thank you but ugh, you don’t want to get into my drama unless you bring a few bottles of mezcal and your worm out the bottle if you know what I’m saying…
CHOLO: Woah, easy mamacita! We have children here!
CHERRY COLA: Yes, well, then, don’t ask… So why are you out here with all these rugrats anyway?
CHOLO: Well, as you know Cholo has the night off so he thought, what better way to celebrate his big win at Summer Madness than by bringing the kids from my local homes to Monday Night Brawl!
The crowd pops and the children all around Cholo go nuts, there is probably about 10-15 rows full of them.
CHERRY COLA: Yeah, yeah, that’s nice. God bless you and all that jazz, can someone adopt all them kids already? Jesus Christ… ANYWAY… So yeah, big win at the pay-per-view, some might say the biggest for you… But hey listen, before we go any further, what’s up with you and Denise? Did you show her a good time the other night?
CHOLO: You always this direct Cherry?
CHERRY COLA: Honey, you have no idea… I can be more-
CHOLO: NOPE! We’re good, look Cholo is a gentleman and he does not kiss and tell, specially out here, right now, in front of all his cholitos and cholitas… But her and Cholo are still, just good friends. Nada mas.
CHERRY COLA: Yeah, and you and Toddy just get together in secret just to talk…
CHOLO: Don’t start-
CHERRY COLA: Oh wait, I think I can hear Denise crying as she’s jumping off the arena’s balcony.
CHOLO: Enough Cherry come on, the children…
CHERRY COLA: Yeah, yeah, okay fine… Cholo says if you adopt 2 you get 1 free people, come on, call the hotline!
Cholo smacks his forehead.
CHERRY COLA: Okay back to business, so what’s next for Cholo now that you have beat one of the biggest names in the game?
CHOLO: Well first let Cholo send a shout out to The Rascal King Johnny Bacchus. Cholo knows what you did for him, he appreciates it and whenever you’re ready to return, Cholo would be more than happy to run it back and return the favor. Now, as far as for what is next? Well, that’s quite simple, defending my precious at-
CHERRY COLA: I’m sorry, what?
CHOLO: What-what?
CHERRY COLA: What did you say?
CHOLO: Defending the inter-
CHERRY COLA: No, bullshit, you said my precious!
CHOLO: No Cholo didn’t!
CHERRY COLA: Yeah okay whatever Frodo… go on.
Cholo looks embarrassed and the smarks right away start a “who’s your precious?!” chant.
CHOLO: Defending THE Intercontiental title at The Cannibis Cup where Cholo hopes to improve in last year’s outing where he only made it to the second round. Now, if after-
But Cholo gets interrupted as the arena goes dark. “Bodies” by Drowning Pool begins to play as Ragnarök comes up from underneath the staging area before an explosion of fire lights the ramp up. The explosion knocks the lights back on as he stands at the top of the ramp before walking down. Cherry and Cholo talk, not knowing what this is about but they just assume it’s time for the next match and they have taken enough time. Cholo gives Cherry a hug and chuckles at her reminder of the two mezcal bottles. But as Cholo sits down, Ragnarok arrives at the ring area and points to him. Cholo simply nods and smiles but Ragnarök doesn’t and begins to make his way over, grabbing Cherry Cola and bringing her back with him. As his music dies down, Ragnarok tells her to hold the microphone up for him as he stands across from Cholo who stands back up, no longer smiling.
RAGNAROK: Do you remember me Cholo?
CHOLO: The man formerly known as Punisher, of course Cholo knows you hombre.
RAGNAROK: You may know me, but you don’t remember me… I am the man who has been waiting patiently for a shot at the Intercontinental championship.
CHOLO: Amigo, all you had to do was ask.
RAGNAROK: I HAVE BEEN ASKING! But no one is listening… I am a patient man but my patience has run out… Tonight I could have been given the shot, but no, you’re busy playing babysitter for all these runts nobody wants!
CHOLO: Woah amigo, watch it!
RAGNAROK: I ain’t your damn amigo, I am the man that’s going to make each and everyone of these little bastards cry by taking your title!
CHOLO: Alright that’s enough hombre, you made your point. Leave these kids out of this.
RAGNAROK: Oh? These kids?
Before Cholo or Cola can react, Ragnarok slaps the popcorn out of one of the kids hands then slaps the soda of another one into him, soaking him in it. Cholo shoves him and then turns his back on Ragnarok as he goes to check on the kids, which leaves him open for Ragnarok to hit him with a forearmshot! Cherry Cola gets out of there as Ragnarok then grabs Cholo by his afro and pulls him over the guardrail, dropping him to the floor. He then begins to put the boots to him as the crowd boos loudly. Ragnarok then brings Cholo to his feet only to send him crashing against the steel steps! Cholo is down, hurting, holding his shoulder in pain but Raganrok is not done, bringing him back up, lifting him up for a slam but instead of dropping him, he throws him shoulder first against the ring post! At this point WGWF officials and security arrive, getting in between Cholo and Ragnarok but the damage has been done. Ragnarok throws his arms up saying he is done, but as he leaves, he makes sure to stop by the “Cholo” section and mocks the kids with his hands on his face, acting as if he’s crying. Some kids are in fact crying while others boo him and throw popcorn and other stuff at him. Ragnarok just laughs, and before leaving, he takes one last look at Cholo who is down still, holding his arm in pain. The camera cuts away, back to the announcing team.
CENTURION: I can’t believe what we have just seen Derrick!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Neither can I, Cherry Cola is back!
CENTURION: Focus Derrick, of course I’m talking about Ragnarok attacking Cholo like that! I’m with the champ, if he wanted a shot, all he had to do was ask!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Sometimes Centurion, and you know this oh too well, actions speak louder than words.
CENTURION: Yes, that is true, but I definitely think there was a better way to go about this than what just went down. Fans, we’re going to move on but let us hope Cholo is okay.
DERRICK DIAMOND: He’s going to need to be, he got to defend his title at the next show.
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Mac Bane starts thing off on his side of the ring and Spencer Adams starts off on his side of the ring.
CENTURION: These two have some history.
Mac and Spencer walk out to the center of the ring where they start talking smack. Screw a lock up they start trading right hands! Bane lands, Adams lands, Bane lands, Adams lands, Bane lands, Adams lands, Bane cuts off Adams with a thumb to the eye garnering boos from the crowd. Bane takes Adams and hurls him into a neutral corner where he follows up with fast and crisp boots to the midsection driving Adams down to the mat. The referee counts away at Mac who breaks away at the four count. Bane makes his way back into the corner where he picks Spencer up and shoots him across the ring and into the opposite buckles, Spencer bounces off the buckles and back toward Mac who looks for a backbody drop that’s countered by Adams with a swinging neckbreaker.
DERRICK DIAMOND: There’s been a whole lotta chatter surrounding this 6-Man Tag, and I’m curious to see what the dynamics are going to be.
CENTURION: It’s carrying a big fight feel for sure.
Adams makes a cover on Bane.
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THR…
Mac kicks out as Spencer locks in a rear chin lock. The referee slides into position asking Mac to surrender yet he refuses and starts working his way back up to his feet where he turns into the chin lock and looks for a side suplex. Adams flips over the back of Mac landing on his feet, Mac spins around catching Specer’s boot as he looks for a boot to the midsection, Mac spins Adams around in a complete circle and looks for a lariat, Adams ducks and sends Mac bouncing off the ropes where York makes a blind tag to Bane’s back, Mac ducks under a Spencer leapfrog and as he bounces off the near side he latches onto the top rope. York spingboards off the top rope with a missile dropkick to the back of Adams sending him down to the mat.
DERRICK DIAMOND: It looks like they’re going to have to keep their heads on a swivel!
York immediately goes for a cover.
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THRE…
Adams kicks out.
CENTURION: York nearly took advantage of that spot.
Justin pops back up to his feet to tremendous heat from the crowd. York picks Spencer up and locks a front face lock. Justin looks for a suplex but Adams blocks. York attempts a second suplex and it’s blocked. Adams counters with a snap suplex of his own before rolling toward his corner where John Cable tags into the contest!
DERRICK DIAMOND: A preview of the Cup!
York gets back to his feet where he’s run over by Cable and a running shoulder block takedown. York pops back up to his feet where he’s taken up in the air with a Military Press. Cable starts bench-pressing York before slamming him down to the mat with authority. Cable measures York who rolls toward the ropes and starts pulling himself up to his feet. Cable explodes toward him with a running boot that York evades and sends Cable crotching himself on the top rope. York starts yanking the top rope up and down as the crowd boos and the referee lays the count to him.
CENTURION: Ouch.
York breaks away at the four count as he’s admonished by the referee and when John steps back into the ring York chop blocks the right knee out from underneath him. Justin tags in Vaughn who immediately enters the ring and stomps away at the right knee of Cable to boos from the crowd. Vaughn locks in a Single Leg Crab! The referee slides into position and starts asking Cable to surrender. John refuses to give it up as Vaughn transitions into a STF submission!
DERRICK DIAMOND: It looks like they’re trying to take the leg away from the Beast.
CENTURION: Clearly.
The referee continues to ask Cable to surrender until Goth enters the ring and stomps Vaughn causing him to break the hold. The referee instructs Goth back out to the apron. Vaughn gets back to his feet where he takes the right leg of Cable and drags him toward a neutral corner. Vaughn rolls out to the floor and yanks Cable toward the ring post.
CENTURION: Vaughn’s going to wrap Cable’s knee around the ring post!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Clearly.
Vaughn looks to wrap Cables right knee and leg around the ring post but suddenly John is able to yank Vaughn forward causing him to smack the ring post to a huge ovation from the crowd. Both Adams and Goth are eager for the tag and John starts crawling toward the corner. Justin York enters the ring distracting the referee as Cable makes the tag to Goth! York is ushered out to the ring apron and when the referee spins around with Goth entering the ring he quickly cuts him off to boos from the crowd. Vaughn recovers on the floor and rolls back into the ring where he gets to his feet and drags Cable back over into the corner of Bane and York. Bane tags in and steps through the ropes. He picks Cable up off the mat and drops the Beast with a kick to the right knee cap dropping him to one knee. Mac bounces off the ropes looking for a Mafia Kick to the face of Cable! John throws his head out of the way and when Mac spins around Cable is there to snatch him by the throat and delivering a ChokeBomb to a huge ovation from the crowd! Cable is able to get to his corner where Spencer Adams tags back into the match! Adams springs up to the top ropes and waits for Bane who is getting to his feet. Adams leaps off the top rope with a Missle Dropkick! Adams quickly makes a cover.
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THRE…
Mac kicks out.
CENTURION: Beautiful Missile Dropkick by the Badmon.
Adams pops back up to his feet where he picks Bane up and hurls him into the ropes, Adams swings with a lariat, Bane ducks underneath, Adams spins around and into a Superkick by Bane! Mac drops down making the cover hooking the inside leg.
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THRE…
Adams escapes with a kickout. Mac works his way back to his feet where he makes the tag to York. Spencer is getting to his feet when York springboards off the top rope with a Flying Forearm that’s on the money. York makes the cover.
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THRE..
Kick out by Adams!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Near fall by York!
Justin is back to his feet where he picks Spencer up and rocks him with a European Uppercut sending Adams back into a neutral corner. York charges in after him where he eats a reverse elbow from Adams! Spencer comes out from the corner taking York up over his shoulders into a Firemans Carry! Adams drives York into mat with a Firemans Carry Slam! Adams makes the cover hooking the near leg.
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THRE…
York pops a shoulder as Adams transitions into a chin lock. The referee slides into position but York immediately starts working his way to a vertical base and turns into the chin lock before backing Adams up into the ropes, York shoots Adams across the ring, Adams bounces off the ropes and we see York look for a back body drop. Adams puts on the breaks and counters with a backslide!
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THRE…
York escapes with a kick out as both Adams and York are back to their feet, York swings at Adams with a right hand but Spencer blocks and counters with an inverted Atomic Drop! Spencer turns and tags Goth into the match!
CENTURION: After months of being on the shelf Goth is BACK in a WGWF ring!
Goth runs down York with a lariat before turning toward Vaughn and Mac.
CENTURION: Oh the history between these three runs deeper than CCPE ties. This is going to get good.
Goth spins back around with Justin getting to his feet and it’s Goth who lands a GothPlex to York! Goth makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
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THRE…
York escapes with a kickout. Goth gets back to his feet where he picks up York and locks in an Abdominal Stretch.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Goth looks like he hasn’t missed a beat.
Goth cranks on the hold while the referee starts asking York to surrender. Justin refuses while Goth continues to crank on the abdominal stretch, York starts fighting back and counters with a hip toss take over! York follows up with a Step Up Enzugiri! Justin quickly makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
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THRE…
Goth escapes with a kick out.
CENTURION: Another near fall for York!
Justin argues the count with the referee before making the tag to Vaughn. Peter steps into the ring where he starts sizing up Goth and when Goth gets to his feet Vaughn connects with the Front Handspring Head Scissors takes over! Vaughn turns and spits at Cable bringing him into the ring. The referee cuts off John as Vaughn drops down to the mat and starts choking away at Goth. The referee finally gets Cable out to the apron and turns around seeing the choke. He starts laying the count to Vaughn who breaks at the four count.
Vaughn steps up to his feet where he’s admonished by the referee.
Peter blows past the official and picks Goth up off the mat. Vaughn looks for a suplex, Goth blocks and counters with a swinging neckbreaker! Goth makes a cover
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THRE…
Vaughn kicks out.
DERRICK DIAMOND: This has been everything I expected it to be and then some.
Goth starts working his way to his feet and as he stands he reaches down picking Vaughn up and hammers him with a series of right hands backing him up into the corner of Cable and Adams. Goth tags in Cable who steps into the ring and starts wearing Vaughn out with boots to the midsection before taking Vaughn down with a short arm lariat. Cable calls for the Waking Nightmare. Vaughn starts working his way to his feet where he eats a boot to the midsection doubling him over! Cable underhooks the arms of Vaughn but is met with a Superkick from Mac Bane! This brings Spencer Adams into the mix which brings in York and Goth! All hell is breaking loose inside the ring!
CENTURION: I’m shocked it went this long!
York jumps on Cable, Vaughn and Goth are trading blows, Adam’s and Mac have paired off as this all out war continues to unfold! Adams and Bane spill out to the floor where the brawl continues while in the ring Cable takes the upperhand on York while Vaughn and Goth continue slugging it out. Nobody is listening to the referee and as he tries to regain control he’s shoved by Cable and York simultaneously! The referee calls for the bell!
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WINNER: DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION
Match Time: 22:56
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Cable shoots York into the ropes, York latches onto the top rope and sling shots himself out to the floor. Vaughn looks for a lariat to Goth who drops out of the way and low bridges the top rope sending Vaughn spilling out to the floor. Adam breaks away from Mac and rolls back into the ring as a stare down between all six men ensues.
DERRICK DIAMOND: It doesn’t look like nothing got settled between these six men tonight.
CENTURION: I blame Cable, you should too.
We fade to commercial.
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WGWF comes back from commercial and we see Flash Rotten walking the backstage area talking to an older gentleman who is being flanked by two younger men. As the camera zooms in we see the face of the older man, it’s Michael Dawson, manager and father of the free agent tag team The Gangsters of Christ. Behind him of course are his sons Gabriel “Pope” and Jethro Dawson.
Centurion: Looks like Flash Rotten is hard at work trying to bring the best free agent tag team out there into the WGWF family.
Derrick Diamond: Chris has been very adamant that he wants the WGWF tag team to be the best in wrestling and signing these guys would definitely help achieve that goal.
Rotten looks back behind the group to see the camera crew following them. He then whispers a few words into Michael's ear and then ushers them into his office and slams the door shut.
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A woman wildly paints on canvas while a crowd surrounds her, clapping and awestruck.
An audience stands, weeping and applauding the same woman as her fingers effortlessly stroke the keys of a piano with the efficiency of a virtuoso.
The audiences become bigger and bigger…
Lounges become stadiums. Stadiums become arenas… The woman performs.. flourishes...
Art room becomes galleria… gallerias become larger.. The woman speed paints, captivating, dual wielding brushes, painting soul on canvas… The woman entertains…
A sea of starving children from across the globe, gaunt from hunger joyously dance behind the same woman, her bled fingers strumming a guitar as though her music can cure their strife.
She brings change…
A sudden stop…
Darkness…
The same woman sits alone, staring at a blank canvas… minutes pass into hours.. Hours into days… her hands cannot put brush to canvas nor brush to paint… she tries and tries…
The same woman sits aloft a piano… she stares at the keys… nothing… time passes… nothing.
A montage cranks up… gore and violence from every facet of professional wrestling.
Men and women fall from great heights through tables and glass and nails…..
Blood floods.. Teeth scatter… skin shreds and body parts litter rings…
Men and women are gurney’d out… fans cry… families burying their wrestling dead…
Another sudden stop.
The woman watches the carnage… displeased.. Disgusted..
And then alas, she speaks…
”Remember, remember, the Eleventh of September…
Not when the towers fell and we saw agents of hell..
Remember forth, the day the Renaissance swelled…”
BRAWL
9-11-2023
JOIN...
THE...
RENAISSANCE...
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CENTURION: This is one I’ve been waiting for. Both The Guardians the Team Pride had great showings at Summer Madness, and for that one of these teams will move onto the One Year Anniversary show and challenge SEX for the Tag Titles.
The bell has rang as the tag team match starts off with FPV and Alex Richards start off the match, both powerhouses of the two teams stare each other down while standing in their corners. We see Omega whisper some more advice into the ear of Richards as the big man nods his head and walks around the ring while FPV does the same. The two men seize each other up a little, tentatively staying away from each other for a few moments before finally locking arms with each other in a test of who is stronger of the two. Finally we see FPV manage to whip Richards in the ropes as the two powerful men collide in the middle of the ring and neither men budges to the cheers of the fans
DERRICK DIAMOND: Neither man moved an inch!
We see Richards challenge FPV to runt the ropes and try to knock him off of his feet as FPV does and runs into Richards with a shoulder block. It only causes Richards to budge a little before turning his attention to the other man and grin. Challenging FPV to do it again FPV runs the ropes and this time hits a clothesline against the chest of Richards. This causes him to take a step backwards before suddenly retaliating with a big time boot to the face that causes FPV to stagger into the corner. Richards charges into the corner, changing direction after jumping in the air and connects with his back into the front of FPV. This causes FPV to drop to the canvas as Richards tags in his partner as we see Jay Omega enter the ring for the very first time tonight. He grabs FPV by the arm and pulls him up to his feet, whips him into the opposite corner and goes for a handstand Back Elbow, but gets caught by FpV who sets Omega up for a Back Suplex after stepping ou to the corner for a few steps. This drops Omega big time on his back as FPV tags in his partner Ortiz who immediately climbs up on the top turnbuckle and executes a Missile Dropkick to Omega, who has just gotten to his feet.
CENTURION: Beautiful Missle Dropkick by Omega!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Make that cover, a shot at the titles are one the line!
The fans love to witness the fast paced Ortiz run the ropes, she jumps over Omega who has dropped down on the canvas before leapfrogging over the charging Ortiz as she comes over from the other side. Omega decides to run the ropes as well as both wrestlers Criss Cross each other to much delight of the fans as they constantly just miss each other with a few inches. Only to have Ortiz finally stop and set herself up for a Spinning Heelkick that nearly \decapitates the head off Jay Omega off his shoulders. She immediately goes for the cover as the official goes for the count
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CENTURION: Kick out by Omega! Ortiz is pressing the issue.
Jay manages to kick out as he rolls over on his side, not giving Ortiz an opportunity to go for another cover as the youngster charges to the ropes and comes off with a Springboard Moonsault but hits the canvas as Jay Omega wisely rolls out of the ring. There he grabs Ortiz by the waist and sets her up for a Fisherman Suplex into a pinning situation
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Ortiz manages to kick out at two as Jay Omega immediately wraps his arms around her head and lifts her up to her feet.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Both of these teams know each other so well, you have to think this is going to come down to who makes the first big mistake.
Omega sets her up for a Suplex, but maintains his grip as he sways his hips into getting back to a standing position and goes for a second of three suplex. Omega hits his second of his Three Amigos before going for the third one, lifting Ortiz in the air, but this time Ortiz manages to escape his grip and slides down his back into a rollup position as she manages to put Omega in a pinning predicament.
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Thre…
Omega gets his shoulder off the canvas after the count of two, both wrestlers get to their feet at the same time as the fans cheer them on.
CENTURION: Another near fall for Team Pride!
We see Omega nod his hand in appreciation to the much younger Ortiz as the two of them circle each other in the middle of the ring. We see Richards extend his hand as he asks Omega to be tagged in as Omega looks around the arena to hear what the audience wants. Omega finally tags in the big man to much joy of the fans as we now see the young guns square off. Ortiz realizes that she will not be able to match strength with him. She hesitantly stays away from his massive reach as the big man tries to corner her. He then runs towards her as Ortiz manages to drop the big man to his much surprise with a drop toe hold, then follows it up by jumping the ropes for a Springboard Leg Drop across the back of his neck before trying to roll him over on his back with lots of trouble.
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Richards bench presses her off of him with ease, causing Ortiz to look on at FPV for some quick words of advice before nodding her head to a mere gesture with his hand. She runs the ropes and comes off with series of Elbow Drops before going for another cover.
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Tw…
Again Richards bench presses her off of him, causing Ortiz to immediately tag in her tag team partner as they use the five second rule to their advantage as they set Richards up for an Irish Whip in the ropes before setting him up for a Double Clothesline.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Both of these teams are throwing everything they’ve got at each other!
Only to have Richards come off the ropes and absorb their clothesline before coming off the other side of the ring and drop them both with a double clothesline of his own. Richards gets all worked up and grabs the ropes while screaming towards the excited fans in a moment of ecstacy. He quickly returns and grabs FPV by the head as he pulls him up to his feet, pushing him into his corner and tags in Omega as he starts to drive his shoulder into the midsection of FPV as Omega runs to the opposite corner while the official starts to use the five count to get Richards out of the corner.
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Omega charges in, jumps over the body of Richards as he manages to wrap his legs around the head of FPV as at that moment Richards gets up to a full position and then we see Omega execute a Hurricanrana off the back of Richards to the shock of the fans. We see a split screen replay of the move while we see the official drop down to the canvas for the three count.
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One side of the fans cheered loudly for the kick out as the other side of the fans wished that this was the ending for the match.
CENTURION: Incredible!
We see Omega immediately go for a Single Leg Boston Crab submission hold. FPV tries to crawl over towards the ropes to ensure a rope break and eventually manages to do so. The official tells Omega to let go of the hold as the veteran wrestler does and backs off. We see FPV slowly get to his feet as he shakes off his leg and rubs his lower back for a few moments before Omega walks right back to his opponent. Targeting the knee of the leg he had in the Boston Crab that causes some of the fans boo him while it is just good wrestling strategy. FPV manages to retaliate after a bit with a hard knife edge chop across the chest of Omega as this backs him off a bit. Only to have Omega come off the ropes and hit him with a chop of his own as the two men start to trade chops to the chest to the delight of the fans before FPV blocks the attempt of Omega and sets him up for a Slam. Only to have his knee buckle underneath him as that causes the grip of Omega to let him go. Omega immediately hits a chop block to the back of FPVs knee. This drops him right away as we see Omega run the ropes and goes for a Springboard Moonsault as that connects on FPV.
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The three count is broken up by the assistance of Ortiz,
CENTURION: Ortiz keeps things alive for The Pride.
This causes to bring in Alex Richards as now all four members are inside the ring and the official is slowly losing control over the match. We see Richards toss Ortiz over the top rope as she lands on the ring apron, Richards runs the rupees on the other side before charging in on her to bulldoze her off the ring apron. But Ortiz manages to jump the top rope just at the moment that Richards comes off the opposite side of the ring and hits a Missile Dropkick that staggers the big man into his tag team partner Omega. Giving FPV the chance to cover the downed Omega for the three count.
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Omega slowly manages to get his shoulder off the canvas just before the count of three, giving FPV the opportunity to lock in his fingers around the head of Omega after getting up to his knees and applies a Dragon Sleeper on Omega as the official starts to question whether Omega wishes to give up to the submission hold.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Dragon Sleeper! This could do it!
We see Omega struggle, trying to free himself out of the hold that FPV slowly starts to sink deeper and deeper. Only to have Omega knee FPV in the face as he seems to be out of it. Omega slowly gets to his feet as he notices FPV slowly getting to his feet because of his bad wheel as he dropkicks the bad leg before turning around and runs the ropes for a running kick to the face of FPV and goes for the cover
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Ortiz saves her tag team partner by breaking up the three count before getting to her corner and waits for the tag to come. We see Omega look towards his corner, seeing how Alex Richards got back into his corner still shaken up from what has happened a few moments ago as Omega motions for the end to be near as he tags in his tag team partner and set FPV up for one of their finishers. FPV does a forward roll toward his corner officially tagging Ortiz back into the contest where she looks for a Superkick to Richards! Richards ducks his head and taker her up into an Electric Chair where Omega leaps off with a Blockbuster from the top rope!
DERRICK DIAMOND: DAZED AND CONFUSED!
Richards nails FPV off the apron of the ring as Omega makes the cover.
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WINNERS AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS FOR THE WGWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP: THE GUARDIANS
Match Time: 19:45
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The Guardians have their arms raised in victory after an incredible Number One Contenders Match for the Tag Team Championship.
CENTURION: The Guardian Protection Service has just stamped their ticket to a World Tag Team Championship match against Sports Entertainment Xpress on September 25th!
DERRICK DIAMOND: What a battle between two high caliber teams that we are lucky to have here in the WGWF. I can’t wait to see more announcements with the one year anniversary show.
The Guardians help Ortiz up to her feet and FPV slides into the ring. A show of respect between the teams is seen as all four raise their arms in the air. We fade to commercial break.
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The scene pops open to different voices spanning several award shows proclaiming “AND THE WINNER IS…”
“TRACY CAGE!”
Footage rolls of the popular actress from a few years ago collecting awards:
Best Supporting Actress for Abigail in the smash hit “Abigail from Hell”
Best Performance by an Actress in a comedy
Teen Choice Actress of the Year
EPIC MOVIE NARRATOR VOICE: You’ve seen her cry in A Bridge Down Under.
The footage rolls, showing the heartbreaking scene where Zoey Sparks finds her husband gunned down.
EPIC MOVIE NARRATOR VOICE: You’ve seen her fall in love under The Looking Bowl.
Footage rolls, showing the scene where Gabby Silks kisses her one true love in the fishing bowl.
EPIC MOVIE NARRATOR VOICE: You’ve seen her smile a thousand smiles.
Footage rolls, showing different smiling scenes throughout the actress's short but explosive career.
EPIC MOVIE NARRATOR VOICE: Now watch her prepare for her next role…. A professional wrestler.
Time lapse footage covering 1 year rolls, showing the popular actress training hard in various disciplines associated with professional wrestling. Some reputable names are seen instructing her, thus telling the tale of something that is not a publicity stunt.
EPIC MOVIE NARRATOR VOICE: Be here for her debut on the One Year Anniversary of BRAWL, September 25th! The question now rises: Who will be her opponent?
Footage shows Tracy Cage driving by and tossing a wave.
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The only by Static X plays through the arena once again and the fans begin to throw empty cups at the stage and boo as Justin York steps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage again.
Centurion: Him again?
Derrick Diamond: Appreciate what stands before you.
Centurion grunts and York walks to the ring and rolls under the ropes much to the dismay of those that bought tickets to sit there asses down and watch the live show. York calls for a microphone and is tossed one by a ringside official, he taps the top of the microphone to ensure that it is working before speaking.
Justin York: You're welcome for gracing your presence again this evening you ungrateful sacks of slime.
Justin pauses and holds the microphone out to amplify the "Fuck you Justin" chants with a giant smirk on his face.
Justin York: It was brought to my attention that someone on the roster has claimed that they're better on the mic than yours truly and so they laid an open challenge for a promo battle here live tonight. The winner will receive whatever they want from starbucks and a 50$ Amazon gift card. That alone was not enough to get me to accept so they threw in a gem that had me at hello. The subject of the battle will be that goofy doofus, Samuel Chatman.
Derrick Diamond: A PROMO BATTLE?! HOW AWESOME!!
The crowd pops.
Justin York: So without further adieu let me introduce you to the special guest emcee for this impromptu battle. Mr. NICK CANNON ladies and gentlemen.
Nick Cannon makes his way down the ramp and climbs into the ring much to the shock of the clapping fans, while Justin holds down the middle rope for him. Justin shakes hands with him and the two share some words. Nick is handed a microphone by a ringside official as he steps into the ring and before he has the chance to say a word Justin begins to speak again.
Justin York: Good to see you again my man and glad to have you here. Without further speculation let's get my opponent for this battle down to the ring. I present to you, the one, the only, JENNY FUCKIN' MYST!!!!
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Centurion: I don’t know if York knows what he is getting into here. Jenny is two sammy’s short of a picnic basket.
Derrick Diamond: We both have experiences with Jenny from XWF. We know what she is capable of in that ring, and we saw some of it at Summer Madness. She’s got a sharp tongue, too, which is probably why York chose her.
Centurion: Maybe the original incarnation of Myst, but THIS Jenny…..lord only knows what she is going to say!
Jenny makes her way to the ring and up the steps. York claps as she enters.
Centurion: She has a match later on against Kim Pain for the TV title, but we are about to get a small preview right now.
She waves at Nick Cannon, and he waves back. Ringside personnel hand her a mic.
Jenny: HI NICK!
Nick Cannon: What up shorty!
JENNY: I love your show ‘BALLIN OUT!’, it’s so fun!
Nick Cannon: It’s Wild—
JENNY: It’s fantastic!
Nick just shrugs, realising it is just better to let it go.
Nick Cannon: Okay! TAMPA FLORIDA ARE YOU READY?!
The crowd cheers.
Derrick Diamond: Justin York is the gift that keeps on giving.
Centurion: Oh please.
Derrick Diamond: He and Myst brought the host of Wild N Out for a promo battle, come on Cent.
Myst and York high five as she walks by to grab her microphone probably relating over the disdain they have for The Lone Wolf. The fans seem confused but rather excited at what is about to go down.
Nick Cannon: In this promo battle there will be three rounds in total. You will each be given thirty seconds per round to dump all over Samuel Chatman. The crowd reaction will gauge who wins each and every round. The loser will buy the winner starbucks tonight and surrender a 50$ amazon gift card as previously stated by Mr. York and offered by Ms. Myst.
Derrick Diamond: The stakes are high in this one, Cent.
Nick Cannon: Lets get this dance underway. Lets begin with a coin flip. Who wants to call it?
Myst nods her head at York.
Nick Cannon: Call it in the air Justin.
Nick tosses the coin up in the air.
Justin York: Tails never fails baby.
Nick Cannon: HEADS! Jenny Myst, round one is on you playa.
JENNY: Well, well….isn’t this interesting?! I dispatched Lycana at MSG, gonna be TV champion when the lights go off tonight, and how I get to roast some pretty boy loser for the sake of entertainment! THIS is quality TV, and as your TV-champ-to-be, I am going to give this stick-in-the-mud a swift kick in the ass like it's never had! I’ll admit, I don’t know much about Samuel Assless Chapsman, other than the fact that he sucks worse than “I Heart Huckabees”, but I love a good roast just as much as the next girl.
A photo of Samuel Chatman comes up on the screen.
JENNY: OH! My time is running? I don’t get an intro?!
Nick Cannon: Can she have an intro?!
The crowd yells YES!
Nick Cannon: That was your intro. You only get one. Your 30 seconds starts, NOW!
Jenny clears her throat.
JENNY: Samuel, do you think all those muscles impress anyone? You look like the type of guy who takes steroids to bulk up and impress women, but who just ends up lonely with puffy nipples, acne, and even lower self-esteem than he started with. Ex military goober. You may rock a tight Under Armour, but looking at your about facing teeth put me Under Stress. All that muscle, all those hours in the gym to get the 'perfect' body, and you literally have nothing to show for it but man tits and a bad spray tan. I bet you get a hard on when you look in the mirror, cause even your dick thinks you’re a pussy. You haven’t been a champion of any sort in three fucking years but you’ll tell us all how good you are every week with not even the slightest shred of doubt.
She turns to York.
JENNY: He got his free bowl of soup with the haircut, so he doesn't care. Being the most desirable twink in the bathhouse isn’t the same as being a gym rat, and being an insufferable douche doesn't make you 'cool', it makes you an insufferable douche. You look like you hang out at the playground and ask 13 year olds for their snapchats, not get into the ring and throw bodies around. Am I--is ANYONE--supposed to be intimidated by you? I'm really not sure. You remind me of my nice dress socks that I stuffed with dog shit and nailed to the refrigerator.......but hey, look on the bright side, those are my FAVORITE socks.....so, there's that.
Sam, you’re one of those kids that walk around shirtless with AND1 shorts/shoes in the suburbs with a basketball and a poptart waiting for the bus. The problem is, that bus will always come. It will always come, and you will never learn because of it.
Nick Cannon: Okay, okay… How's everyone feeling about that round one from Jenny Myst?
The crowd in the arena pops hard for the extremely well articulated and devastating promo from Myst.
Nick Cannon: Round one is on you York.
Derrick Diamond: Does this feel like an episode of Wild N Out or what?
Justin York: Well alright, starting strong right out the gate I see. Samuel Chatman…
Justin pauses and stares at Nick and then at Jenny Myst before continuing.
Justin York: I figured that was a punchline on it's own and easily a round ender but nonetheless here we go. You have the fuckin' swag of an orange tree. Your man tits have a more intelligent conversation between the two of them than you could ever dream of having you fuckin' air head. Seriously there is no filter between your brain and your mouth to banish all of the dumb shit you say before you say it. If you spent as much time reading a book or touching grass as you do at the Velvet Rabbit snorting cheap coke and hammering back rye and ginger's you wouldn't look and sound like the biggest dumbfuck we have ever seen.
York takes a deep breath and then points at Nick signifying the end of his round.
Nick Cannon: Round one, is it going to Justin York?
The crowd pops a little but there are some boo's
Nick Cannon: Or is it going to Jenny Myst?
The crowd pops much louder than for Justin. Nick gives Jenny a high-five in response to her strong round one.
Nick Cannon: There we have it ladies and gents. The first round goes to JENNY MYST! Round two, we're switching it up and starting with you Justin.
Centurion: The crowd is into it which is more than I thought I would say about York considering how he opened the show.
Derrick Diamond: Don't be a hater, Cent.
Justin hushes the crowd as he lifts the microphone to his lips.
Justin York: Alright Jenny, you got me on that one, a much deserved win but these next rounds are the final nail in Chatman's sarcophagus and I'm getting a caramel macchiato when this is all said and done, not because they're good but because it sounds cool and expensive.
Nick Cannon: **Whistles into the microphone and rolls eyes**
The crowd pops to the reaction from the Wild N Out host,
Justin York: Oh Samuel, you said a few weeks ago on twitter that you were going to skull fuck me on national television which is a weird flex but then I realized that you must've been attempting to take your sexual tensions with Edward Grado out on me you sick freak.
The fans begin a ED-WARD GR-ADO chant.
Justin York: Shut the hell up.
Nick Cannon: Your time is running.
Justin York: Oh Sammy, The human growth hormone that you have been taking in an attempt to look like Hercules has shrunken your balls to the size of tic tacs. At this point they look like two pennies rolling into a fuckin' storm drain. You are nothing more than an off brand Mike Mason just a third as marvellous and that's a compliment for someone like you so take it laying down like a conservative wife. Did you notice that every time you hit the ring i leave? Yea, that's genuinely because I cannot and will not stand in front of someone who's breath smells like asshole and kaka, after this I'll use my 50$ from amazon to buy you some Binaca to freshen your breath that smells like a chocolate squirrel.
Nick Cannon: TIME! So how is everyone feeling about York’s second round slaughter?!
Justin peers at Nick Cannon.
The fans reign in boo's at Justin who just smirks like an arrogant prick.
Derrick Diamond: York just doesn't give a crap what these people think of him.
Centurion: Maybe he should.
Nick Cannon: Jenny Myst its on you homegirl.
Jenny giggles, bringing her hands to her mouth.
Derrick: Now it’s emo Barbie’s turn.
Centurion: You can just feel my excitement, can’t you?
Jenny: Where to start?
She taps her chin.
Jenny: You have the smile of a predator, one golf ball looking muscle which seems to have the arduous task of carrying your over inflated ego, the listless gaze of someone who knows they'll never amount to anything more than a sad, balding sack of wasted protein powder. Ah...look! It's "Wrestler template #3" from the Smackdown game... I'm guessing this is the PlayStation 2 version because that is one fucking flat head……
She giggles….
Jenny: Your head looks like the end of a shovel. I'm having a hard time believing you're a "ladies man", unless all those ladies have floor level standards. Mr. Former Armed Forces. The stars and stripes are not a personality trait. Neither are muscles. Get a fucking life, Private Dumbbell.
The crowd pops. She takes a bow.
Derrick Diamond: There’s the Jenny Myst we know and love!
Centurion: She’s saying nothing of substance. Just one liners strung together hastily.
Derrick Diamond: One hitter quitters, Cent!
Centurion: I wish they would quit, yes.
Nick Cannon: How about that second round!
Crowd reaction: JEN-NY MY-ST
Derrick Diamond: The people here sure are in favor of Jenny.
Nick Cannon: Make a little noise for York!
The fans once again boo Justin louder than any time previous.
Nick Cannon: Make a little noise for Myst!
The crowd is going absolutely nuts for Jenny Myst as she parades around the ring. York is clapping for her.
Derrick Diamond: This is must-see TV Cent!
Centurion: Sure.
Nick Cannon: For the final round, like 8 Mile, they get longer time. I am gonna give each of these superstars……………a full minute a piece!
He signals to Jenny to start. She claps and stamps her feet in excitement before bringing the mic back to her mouth.
Nick Cannon: Okay! It’s the final round…….KNOCK OUT!!!! Blondie, it’s on you, leggggoooo!
JENNY: Sam…..you look like a poster boy for workplace sexual harassment. You have supreme NPC energy. Like……if I saw you in a game I'd ignore you, as people probably already do. You’re a Walmart bin version of Channing Tatum, with an even more punchable face. For real, for real…..I’m not sure if I'm looking at a cat's asshole or your chin.
She looks at York.
JENNY: It’s like he’s got a hair lip without having a hair lip. Right? I mean, the dude looks like a urinal cake with pubic hair on it. And he thinks he is so badass with all of his 'martial arts' training. Jean Claude van Incel, nobody takes you seriously. Your insults suck, your comebacks are worse, and I've seen more athleticism in the Special Olympics. I wanna address you by your government name because you don’t deserve a wrestling name, so, you're gonna have to help us out. Is it Sam as in Samuel or Samantha? Just because you oil yourself up and forcefully hug your little brother against his will doesn't mean you're a wrestler. Ohhhh Sam.....Did you accidentally switch your HGH with estrogen again? Maybe, just maybe, when it is all said and done and York buries you in the ring like I just did in this promo, and you get medical treatment, you can ask them for a copy.
I already can see it now.
Injury/Illness: Douche Bag
Symptoms: see "Sam"
Nick Cannon: WOW! You hit him right where it hurts. Make some NOISE for that third round from Jenny Myst!
The fans pop extremely loud in support of Jenny and her ruthless promo.
Nick Cannon: Round 3, you better bring playa, let the people know York.
Justin York: These unappreciative fans don't even deserve a third round from me but there's no way in blue hell I can turn down the offer to cook Chatman for a whole entire minute. How does it feel to piggyback off of the successes of those around you no matter how miniscule they are. How does it feel to know that everybody looks at you as the fourth string Quarterback in just about every scenario. You aren't mentioned with anyone that is top tier unless you flap that stinky cocksucker of yours kind of like some others in this company. You are the Jordan Love sitting behind Aaron Rodgers before he left the shithole town that he played for. Better yet you're the concussed version of Tua, who plays for this dump of a state.
York grins as the fans boo the shit out of him for attacking their state and their star Quarterback.
Justin York: See? even these people caught the reference. What does the state of Florida and Samuel Hackman have in common? How about the fact that both are so consistently inconsistent and they couldn't win to save a dose of steroids from being wasted. Oh wait, sorry Florida that last bit was directed at Chatboy.
The fans continue to boo through Justin's promo and he tosses the microphone to Nick Cannon and mouths the words, fuck it and fuck them. Justin walks over to Jenny and does a net little hand shake.
Nick Cannon: ROUND THREE does it belong to Jenny?
The crowd pops extremely loud, louder than for any round thus far.
Nick Cannon: OR is it going to Justin Yor—
Justin superkicks Nick Cannon right square in the mouth dropping him to the canvas and smirks across the ring at Jenny. York sits down on the middle rope and motions for Jenny to leave the ring with him.
Centurion: Now was that really necessary? He brings a guest on the show and then knocks him clean out.
Derrick Diamond: York and Jenny Msyt just put on something so unique its never been seen before in the WGWF, he can do whatever the hell he wants to do.
Centurion: Right…. Fortunately we have to cut commercial break.
Derrick Diamond: BUT.
CUT TO COMMERCIAL BREAK!
Derrick Diamond: We're back live ladies and gentlemen and im getting word that a camera needs to cut backstage immediately.
a cameraman catches up to York and Myst backstage who are in York's locker room sipping starbucks through twisty straws because fuck the paper ones starbucks gives out. They are speculating amongst each other, She has the gift card that she has apparently won in the promo battle, but seems confused as to what to do with it.
Jenny proclaims "I'm GONNA BUY 50 SAMUEL CHATMAN TEE SHIRTS"
York: ".......its only 50 dollars.....and why would you want a shirt from that clown anyway..............OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
he laughs to himself, realizing she is implying that his shirts are only a dollar a piece
York: And what would you do with 50 samuel Chatman tee shirts?
Jenny: WELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL I need a liner for my bunny cage, a liner for the cat box, franklin (her dog) needs a fall shirt for walkies, I need something to wipe my feet on when I come in from the rain........car towels incase I spill my sauce because they ALWAYS give you too much sauce....OR, if they don't put the FUCKING LID ON TIGHT ENOUGH..>GOD I HATE THAT........yes, car towels. I need something to paint in, that I don't mind getting dirty.........
York smiles ear to ear with a Cheshire cat-like grin and clinks his caramel macchiato against Jenny's being careful not to knock her super special twisty straw out of her cup and the two laugh maniacally in unison.
Centurion: These two are loopty loo.
FADE TO BLACK!
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The bell has rang as we see the newly crowned Television Champion Kim Pain get nose to nose with her first championship contender. Both ladies look battered from their respectful wars that they had gone through. Both have visible scars on their foreheads as they are listening to the final words of the official before telling them to go to their corners. We see Jenny shove Kim away, causing the newly crowned Television Champion to retaliate with a fierce We see Jenny touch her left cheek where Kim had struck her and show a sinister smile before nodding her head and hits Kim with a shouldertackle in the midsection and drives her into the turnbuckles before driving series of knees into the same midsection before dropping Kim to the canvas with a big time elbow to the back of her neck. Jenny grabs Kim by the head and bashes her face into the canvas by grabbing a handful of her hair when the official starts to use the five count to break it up.
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Amber Mansley: Well, would you like at that? Our beloved WGWF Television Champion can’t handle a little girl with insecurity issues. God, her makeup is so terrible, what is she trying to pull off? Wednesday Adams?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Well that’s not nice.
Amber Mansley: And?
CENTURION: Well now, Amber certainly put you in your place.
Kim gets up and gets in the face of the official, we see Kim slowly lift her face off the canvas and rubs her hand caresses her face before exploding out of the corner after noticing Jenny Myst turning around. Kim hits her with a Lou Thesz Press after charging in on her, dropping Jenny and then starts to deliver closed fists towards Jennie’s face who tries to cover up as much as possible. The official warns Kim to stop it or else he will use the five count on her or else disqualify her.
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Kim gets up and grabs Jenny by the arm, lifting her up from the canvas and pushes her into the turnbuckles. There she gives Jenny a few hard knife edge chops to the chest before whipping her to the opposite turnbuckles. Setting herself up for a Handstand Back Elbow that causes Jenny to drop down to the canvas. Kim walks out of the corner and spreads mockingly her arms towards Amber Mansley who is seated at the announce table.
CENTURION: It looks like Kim is letting you know she knows you’re here.
Amber Mansley: Focus on your match, not me! I know I’m beautiful Kim but I don’t need you to tell me what the world knows! Can you believe her Centurion? Like, so insecure, ughhh!
CENTURION: It’s certainly not like Kim to taker her eyes off her opponent.
Kim’s stare remains on Amber for a few moments before turning her attention back to Jenny, who is slowly trying to pull herself back to her feet by using the ropes as leverage. Kim grabs her by the waist and sets her up for a Belly to Belly out of the corner, but Jenny manages to counter it by driving a few vicious headbutts to the forehead of Kim. Causing her to relinquish the grip she had on Jenny as Myst grabs Kim by the arm and whips her into the turnbuckles, causing Kim’s shoulder to hit the steel ring post as the camera on the outside zooms in on the agony on her face.
Amber Mansley: Aww, poor baby Kim getting her shoulder hurt! That’s what happens when you don’t pay attention to your opponent! Wrestling 101 duh!
Jenny quickly slides out of the ring and grabs the arm that is attached to the painful shoulder and places her foot against the steel ring post while starting to pull on the painful arm as this causes Kim to scream in agonizing pain. The official warns Jenny to stop before he starts to use the five count on her
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Jenny lets go off the arm before the count of five, only to grab it right away and slams the arm against the steel ring post to injure it even more. Jenny slides into the ring as she breaks the ten count of the official as she sits on the back of Kim, grabs the injured arm and pulls it around the steel ring post and pulls back on the arm as the official starts to use the five count on her once more.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Myst is making the most of this opportunity.
Amber Mansley: Jenny did she she loves Pain on some weird emo vibes but I think she lowkey be flexing on Kim forreal. You know what I mean guys?
CENTURION: I know that if you look past Jenny she can make you pay. I’ve seen her perform for years, and the levels of success she’s attained speaks for itself.
We see Kim manage to slide out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, using her good arm to lean against the ring apron in an effort to maintain some vertical balance. Inside the ring we see Jenny ignore the official who is warning her for her illegal tactics as she slides out of the ring on the opposite side from where Kim is. There she starts to run around the ring and sets herself up to charge in on Kim with a running clothesline. Only to be dropped face first on the steel ring steps as Kim used a surprising Drop Toe Hold.
Amber Mansley: NOT THE FACE! YOU’RE THE TELEVISION CHAMPION, KIM! DON’T RUIN PEOPLE’S FACES YOU OLD HAG!
We see Kim lean against the ring apron, trying to rub some feeling back into her painful shoulder while staring at Jenny with a look of anger on her face. She slowly staggers towards her challenger, grabbing her head as she uses the good arm. Slowly lifting up Jenny as we see a drop of blood emerge from the forehead that came in contact with the sharp part of the steel ring steps. She spins Jenny around and sets her up for an inverted Atomic Drop before dropping her with a clothesline with her good arm. Kim rolls herself slowly in and out of the ring to break the officials ten count as she continues to rub her painful shoulder to get some feeling back into it. She grabs Jenny Myst by the arm and sets her up for an Irish Whip, only to be reversed by Jenny who sends her injured shoulder first into the steel ring post, she follows it up by grabbing Kim by the waist from behind and executes a vicious Back Suplex on the concrete floor.
CENTURION: After the war with Benson two weeks ago at Summer Madness inside Hell in a Cell you have to wonder just how much is left in Kim Pain?
A replay comes up in a split screen, giving us the shot where Kim’s head bounces off the concrete padded floor as she grabs hold to the back of her head. Jenny wastes no moment and grabs Kim by the arm and rolls her back into the ring. She quickly rolls into the ring as well and goes for the cover.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Inches away from crowning a new TV Champion!
Kim manages to kick out as she immediately grabs the back of her head, Jenny shakes her head as she grabs Kim and tosses her out of the ring. She then runs the ropes after watching Kim slowly start to stir, charges towards the ropes where Kim managed to pull herself up to her feet by using the announce table where Amber Mansley is seated. Jenny jumps between the bottom and middle rope for a Suicide Dive. But Kim manages to move out of the way as Jenny hits Amber Mansley who by that moment had grabbed a glass of water that got splashed all over her face.
Amber Mansley: OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD!!! MY MAKE UP!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Somebody get Miss Mansley a towel! HURRY! Don’t eff around and find out!
Kim slowly stands up, watching the carnage that is in front of her as she notices what has happened to Amber Mansley. Laughing as she notices the makeup on her face has been ruined while having Jenny Myst sprawled across Amber. Kim climbs on top of the announce table, grabs Jenny Myst and drops her hard on the announce table with a big time DDT, causing both women to drop to the concrete floor as the announce table breaks.
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The official has started to use the ten count on both ladies as we see Kim Pain pull her off the announce table and grabs Jenny Myst by the hair, dragging her back to the ring as she wants to finish her first challenger off inside the ring with a three count or submission. She rolls her back into the ring before rolling in the ring and goes for the cover
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This time it is Jenny Myst that proves that she can take a lot of punishment and dish out even more, Kim sits on top of Jenny and drives forearm shots to the face of Jenny Myst. Only to have Jenny manage to push her off of her as she counters with wrapping her legs underneath the armpits of Kim in order to push her off of her. Kim manages to roll through, making sure that Jenny couldn’t get her into a pin attempt and comes back with a running knee to the bloodied face of Jenny to a huge pop from the crowd. Kim then signals for the end to be near, pulling Jenny up to her feet as the challenger is dazed. Kim hits her with Lights Out spinning heel kick and goes for the cover. Only to realize that there’s no official to make the count, she looks up as she sees Amber Mansley has gotten to ringside to distract the official from making the three count.
Amber Mansley: CALL FOR THE EMT’S OR SOMETHING! LOOK WHAT SHE DID TO ME! MY MAKE-UP IS RUINED AND THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: For the love of God get this women some HELP! Our Influencer is in distress!
This angers Kim Pain, who gets off the seemingly unconscious Jenny Myst and walks over towards the official. Pushing him away as she wants to grab Mansley off the ring apron, but Mansley had managed to jump off and put back on her headset as if she had remembered that she had a job to do.
Amber Mansley: I’M GOING TO HAVE MY LEGAL TEAM LOOK INTO THIS! I WAS SCHEDULED FOR COMMENTARY AND YET KIM PAIN HAS TO RUIN MY IMAGE INSTEAD OF FOCUSING ON JENNY MYST!!!
Kimberly starts to scream obscenity towards Amber, who returns the favor as we see Jenny Myst slowly get back to her feet. Shaking off the cobwebs of the Spinning Heel Kick that hit her a few moments across the head as she charges in on Kim. Hitting a high knee against Kim’s back, this sends Kim through the ropes to the outside as Jenny rolls out of the ring and grabs Kim by the head. Staring at Amber Mansley for a few moments before whipping Kim with her painful shoulder into the steel ring post before rolling her back into the ring as she goes for the cover
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CENTURION: Kim Pain refuses to stay down!
Somehow Kim manages to kick out with a very weak attempt, showcasing Jenny sitting upwards with her eyes having grown to plates in disbelief. Asking the official whether this wasn’t a three count, only to be met with a negative response. Jenny is angry about the decision, realizing how close she had come to win the Television championship as she turns her attention back to Kim Pain. There she grabs her by the hair, pulls her up to her feet as she sets Kim up for a DDT, but Kim wraps her arms around the midsection of Jenny and executes a Suplex into a bridging pin attempt.
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But Jenny manages to kick out, both women get to their feet as Kim manages to drop Jenny with a Drop Toe hold before locking her in a Crossface submission hold. Locking her fingers in tight across the face of Jenny, who is reaching for the ropes but is too far away due to them being in the middle of the ring. The official is checking in on her if she wants to submit to the painful hold
Amber Mansley: YOU BETTER NOT TAP JENNY! YOU ARE NOT GIVING THAT BITCH THE SATISFACTION!
CENTURION: Myst is in trouble here!
We see Jenny biting on the fingers of the champion, forcing her to let go off the hold while listening to the warnings of the official. Jenny manages to crawl away from Kim, kicking her in the painful shoulder when she manages to distance herself from Kim. She then grabs the painful arm and sets Kim up for a standing wristlock where Kim hits Jenny with a stiff kick to the head while being on her back. This causes Jenny to stagger back into the ropes before coming off the ropes for a spinning Discuss clothesline, but Kim catches her by the arm and rolls her up in a small package for the count of three
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Jenny kicks out as Kim immediately gets to her feet, her painful arm hanging next to her body as she runs to the ropes and comes off charging with driving the laced part of her boots against the side of Jenny’s face. She gets to her feet and starts to kick Jenny in the face while listening to the count of five
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Amber Mansley: REF, DO SOMETHING! SHE’S A VIOLENT MONSTER AND IT’S GIVING JEALOUSY!
CENTURION: Pain is laying in some stiff shots!
Kim stops at the final moment, frustrated by the intervention from the official. She gets to her corner as the official before getting into the corner, setting herself up to strike Jenny Myst as she is slowly trying to get to her feet when Amber Mansley gets on the ring apron and distracts Kim Pain behind the back of the official.
Ambey Mansley: HEY KIM! I’M OVER HERE, YOU CAN’T SEE ME THROUGH THOSE DEAD ENDS?!
Kim turns her attention towards Amber, charges towards the blonde as Amber jumps off the apron laughing. Making Jenny grab Kim by the tights as she rolls her up for a schoolgirl pin attempt while holding on to the tights
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Kim kicks out as both women get to their feet at the same time, charging in on each other and hit each other with a double clothesline at the very same time.
CENTURION: Pain and Myst are down! What a freaking Main Event this has turned into with the Television Title on the line!
We see the official check in on both women, both are exhausted on their backs while breathing heavily. Making the official decide to start to use the ten count on both of them.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: First to their feet is going to have a HUGE advantage.
We see no movement coming from both women as the crowd cheer both women on to get back to their feet.
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We see both Jenny and Kim crawl towards the ropes to pull themselves up to their feet.
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CENTURION: The count is broken!
Jenny slowly pulls herself up to her feet, leaning into the ropes as she stares towards the other side of the ring as she notices Kim doing the same just before the count of ten. Jenny wipes some sweat from her brow before sucking in some oxygen and charges in on the champion. Kim does the same as she ducks the running clothesline from Jenny and hits a spinning Heel Kick to Jenny as she turns around. Kim senses victory is approaching as she grabs Jenny by the head and charges to the nearest corner to jump off the ropes for a Bulldog Headlock where she drops Jenny face first onto the canvas. Kim was holding on to Jenny with the painful arm as that causes pain to run down her arm as this takes her too much time to cover Jenny.
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Jenny manages to kick out, Kim is frustrated as it had taken her too much time to go for hte pin. A massive “THIS IS AWESOME” chant filters throughout the arena. Amber Mansley paces the floor before making her way to the time keepers table and snatching the Television Championship! Mansley slides the title in a corner and climbs up on the apron on the otherside of the ring where not only does she get the attention of Pain but the referee as well!
CENTURION: Mansley slid the title to Myst!
Jenny crawls toward the title belt and grabs it from the corner. Mansley continues to distract the referee while Kim turns around and it’s Myst who looks to blast Pain in the face! Pain ducks! Myst spins all the way around and Pain drives a boot to the midsection! Myst drops the title. Pain picks the title up! Mansely drops down tot he floor pointing frantically behind the referee and with the referee turning around he see’s Pain blast Myst in the skull with the title!
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Match Time: 25:54
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CENTURION: Mansley screwed Pain!
Amber makes her way to the foot of the apron as she points and laughs at Kim. The lights suddenly go dark to a huge ovation from the crowd. They draw back up with Mansley face to face with CYRUS RIDDLE! Amber shrieks and quickly heads to higher ground as Cyrus and Kim stare a hole through Mansley. Jenny Myst rolls out to the floor and is helped by the referee while Cyrus joins Kim inside the ring.
CENTURION: Let me tell you something, I am SO for seeing Pain and Riddle vs Mansley and Myst sometime down the line, but it now looks like Jenny Myst has a claim for a rematch as well! The Television Title division in the WGWF is hotter than it’s ever been.
The Television Title match wraps up as we fade backstage to the loading dock where a black limosine is pulling into the area to a smooth stop. The back driver’s side door swings open, and stepping out of the limo to a thunderous ovation from the Tampa crowd is none other than “Chronic” Chris Page… with The Entity World Heavyweight Championship. Chris starts to walk with a noticeable limp, his face is bruised, and a white bandage is wrapped around his forehead. Chris walks through the gorilla position as we fade out into the arena.
The Tampa crowd erupts as the countdown clock ticks to zero before breaking out into “Judas” by Fozzy and not the theme from Terminator. The ovation reaches a fever pitch as the owner of the WGWF emerges through the curtain and out to the top of the ramp. Chris nods his head as he starts to make the walk toward the ring.
CENTURION: We heard rumors that Chris Page would appear tonight, and coming off Summer Madness and the sheer fuckery that transpired you can only imagine what’s going to be on his mind here tonight.
DERRICK DIAMOND: And considering everything we’ve seen tonight, I’d imagine that he’s got a lot to talk about.
Chris reaches ringside where he carefully climbs up on the apron and steps into the ring before slinging his World Title over his shoulder and calling for a microphone. Chris takes center ring as the music fades away.
CHRIS PAGE: Ya know, sometimes I question why I still do this. I mean, it’s not like I need to, it’s not like I have to, and it’s not like I don’t have nine thousand other things that I could devote my time and energy toward. You see, forty-eight hours ago I was in Tokyo, Japan, defending the Entity World Title inside Hell in a Cell against none other than Joe Montouri; the same J Mont who has spent the last four weeks profession how he would annihilate me, how I’m too old and fat to hang him with, or dare I say even being foolish enough to put his career on the line. Now, clearly, I’m standing here with a strap over my shoulder so that tell anyone with common-fucking-sense who left the winner and who left with his tail between his legs like a bitch.
The crowd erupts.
CHRIS PAGE: J Mont, I know you’re back there and I know you’re listening. You played fire when you thought it was the cool thing to do to mess with CCP, and at the Grand Awakening, you found out real quick that this old, fat man is flat-out BETTER THAN YOU! And as far as owning your career is concerned… You can have it back because I don’t want to rob anyone of merrit from the opportunity to smack you around with ease just like I did.
Chris then transitions.
CHRIS PAGE: I assure you the last thing I wanted to talk about was slapping Mont around like a pre-petulant child, so let’s talk about the shit show that was the biggest black mark on Summer Madness; a weekend that was filled with competitive battles, incredible showings of ability is capped off with a screw job that would make Earl Hebnar blush. I’ll be the first guy to congratulate anyone who can win a World Title, but I have zero respect for a guy who had to use a General Manager to get the job done.
The crowd quiets down.
CHRIS PAGE: And while I can’t change what happened at Summer Madness I can damn sure do my damnedest to make it right. The first thing I’ve decided to do is suspend Flash Rotten as General Manager of Monday Night Brawl indefinitely.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Flash is gone!
A huge pop from the crowd as Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: It’s crazy when you don’t know who you can trust, and while I can’t control Flash’s actions I can ensure that abuse of power isn’t a thing; and something else that I can do is go ahead and announce that LIVE on our Monday Night Brawl One Year Anniversary Show on September 25 that J Mont is going to defend the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship against the man he did not defeat, a man who as far as I am concerned IS the WGWF Champion, PETER VAUGHN!
CENTURION: HELL YES! You talk about a way to bring in the one year!
CHRIS PAGE: Unlike Summer Madness I won’t be dawning the stripes, I won’t be anywhere in sight, and as a matter of fact… I think I’m going to leave it up to Vaughn to determine just what kind of return match he chooses.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN…”
The crowd erupts with boos with Flash Rotten walking out to the top of the ramp.
FLASH ROTTEN: My name is Flash Rotten, and I am…
There is a pause from Flash momentarily before he continues.
FLASH ROTTEN: The advocate for The Fortunate Ones.
The boos intensify.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m bored already.
Flash smirks as he states.
FLASH ROTTEN: That’s a shame, Mr. Page because the last thing I intended to do was bring you down further than you already are.
Boos roar louder as J Mont comes out through the curtain on his crutches with the WGWF Title strapped around his waist.
FLASH ROTTEN: My client and I couldn’t help but overhear your announcements regarding his career; which on behalf of J Mont, thank you… but where we have a problem is this pesky little rematch against Vaughn at the One Year Anniversary show.
CHRIS PAGE: Oh yeah, is that right? Tell me, what part do YOU have a problem with?
FLASH ROTTEN: I’m thrilled you asked because J Mont doesn’t have a problem in smacking around Peter Vaughn, but allowing Peter to name his stipulation seems a little… unfair.
Chris starts laughing at Flash before he states.
CHRIS PAGE: Wait, wait… unfair? Was it fair for you to slide into the ring at Summer Madness and use my hand to count to three? Was it fair for you to pull referees out of the ring stopping three counts from taking place? Listen, and I’m talking to you Mont.
Chris looks past Flash at J Mont.
CHRIS PAGE: You weaseled your way to that Championship, and I’ll be damned if an embarrassment like you is going to represent MY company. The match is happening, and if you’re half as good as you want us all to believe you to be then walking in at a disadvantage isn’t going to hurt you, right?
J Mont reaches for the microphone but Flash pulls away. Flash turns toward J Mont, lowers the microphone, and starts whispering into his ear. We get a head nod from Mont before Flash directs his attention back toward the ring.
FLASH ROTTEN: Essentially what you’re saying is there isn’t going to be any changing your mind.
CHRIS PAGE: J Mont is fucked.
Flash casually nods his head in approval.
FLASH ROTTEN: Well then… You don’t really leave us a lot of choice, do you?
The crowd erupts with boos as we see Justin York and Amber Mansley jump the barrier at ringside and hit the ring. York and Mansley blast Page from behind knocking him down to the mat! Mansely stomps away at the bandaged forehead while York picks up the Entity World Title! Amber drops to her knees and starts pounding on Page’s forehead with right hand before ripping the bandages off and exposing the fresh stitches! Mansely starts clawing at the stitches on Page’s forehead and the picks him up off the mat. Blood starts to flow down Page’s face. Mansley holds Page for York who bounces off the ropes and cracks Page in the skull with the Entity World Title belt!
The Tampa crowd erupts with massive boos as Flash is heard.
FLASH ROTTEN: Sometimes I wish you weren’t so hardheaded, Chris.
Mansley stomps at Page’s bloody face as we see York call her off and drive the front plate of the Entity World Title into Page’s forehead. York and Mansley stand over Chris Page raising their arms in the air to massive boos. Suddenly Justin flinches and reaches for his neck and pulls out a dart! Justin staggers and then collapses to the mat with Amber looking around all areas but doesn’t see Peter Vaughn repelling down from the rafters and into the ring! Vaughn reaches for a bottle of Windex on his belt and when Mansley spins around Peter sprays at her but she drops out of harms way and rolls to the outside where she pulls York to safety.
Vaughn turns his attention toward the top of the ramp where he locks eyes with J Mont.
CENTURION: Vaughn is staring a hole through J Mont!
Vaughn dares J Mont to come on down as Amber Mansley and Flash Rotten are helping York. J Mont shakes off Vaughn and turns his back heading back through the curtain followed by The Fortunate Ones. Peter turns his attention back toward a bloody Chris Page who is slowly getting to one knee. Page reaches out for help from Vaughn. Peter thinks about it for a moment before turning his back to Page and exiting the ring. Monday Night Brawl fades out.
Match Credits: Goth, Smash, Johnny, CCP
