Post by smash on Sept 18, 2023 20:15:50 GMT -5
The very first edition of Monday Night Melee opens to a beautiful shot of the Las Vegas skyline. Bright lights, fireworks and loud music can be seen and heard and we zoom into the sight of CCPE arena and then right inside of it catching a view of the recently renovated arena that is packed full of screaming Melee fans.
Immediately the lights go dim and the completely dark and when they come back on Smash is in the Center of the ring which appears to be his trademark at this point.
Mathews: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WELCOME TO WGWF’S FIRST EPISODE OF MONDAY NIGHT MELEE!!!!!!!!! WERE IN A JAMMED PACKED CCPE ARENA HERE IN LAS VEGAS NEVADA. I AM PATRICK MATHEWS AND IM JOINED ON COMMENTARY BY CORY JONES—-
CJJ- CJJ is the name asswipe. How the hell did I find myself going from one company to another and still being stuck with you?
Mathews: Thank Smash for that one, you know, the guy that signs your pay checks.
CJJ: Speaking of, Smash is in the ring to address the audience as promised and I’d rather listen to him speak then your annoying, nails down a chalkboard voice.
The fans of the WGWF are chanting “THANK YOU SMASH!” As he raises his left arm with his hand fully open which almost instantly silences those in attendance as they look on waiting to see what the masked entity is going to say.
Smash: I just want to start the show by saying THANK YOU. Thank you to Chris Page and the WGWF for welcoming me with open arms, Thank you to each and every one of you here tonight and that have joined me on my journey.
“Thank you Smash” chants break out once again while the masked man once again raises his hand and silences the rockus crowd.
Smash: There is one more person I need to thank as he has been along for the ride with me since pretty much day 1 and has always done right by me and my company.
The fans look on wondering what is going to happen next.
Smash: Let me introduce to you, THE ONE AND ONLY, JUSTIN YORK!
The fans begin to boo as “one for the money by escape the fate” rings throughout the arena and Justin York steps out from behind the curtain dressed in faded blue jeans and a plain black wifebeater with a microphone in hand. He doesn’t bother to taunt any of the fans like normal he instead keeps his head down and walks straight to the ring and rolls under the bottom ropes and accepts a waiting handshake from Smash, the leader of The Entity and the newly crowned General Manager of Melee.
Justin York: Boo all you want, I really don’t care anymore. I came here to make an announcement and I thank you Smash for allowing me the TV time on your new program to do so.
The fans suddenly silence at the tone and demeanour of York.
Justin York: I have come here to make it known that so am hereby retiring. I have a plethora or injuries and ailments that are preventing me from performing in this ring. I have also lost the drive and desire to not only get better but to give you the best of me. I have lost my smile.
Justin raises his head to find that some of the fans are shedding tears and that some are chanting “Thank you Justin” while others are still booing.
CJJ: Retiring?!? What the hell are we witnessing here?!
Mathews: This is not the way I expected the show to open.
Smash points to the big screen inside the CCPE arena as a tribute video to Justin York plays highlighting some of the best moments of his career including his TWF run, his IIW International title reign and his alignment with what used to be his best friend in Chronic Chris Page.
Justin York: Thank you for all the years everyone.
Justin turns and shakes Smashes hand once more and the drops and rolls back out underneath the ring ropes with a tear in his eye. When he reaches the top of the ramp he lifts his head to notice that J Mont and Amber Mansley have come from behind the curtain and are clapping for him.
Justin York: What are you doing here?
He says as he stares right into the eyes of J Mont.
J Mont mouths the words “we’re here for you” as he doesn’t have a microphone.
Justin York: Listen to me, I know why you’re here as well as you do and it isn’t for me. It’s to take the spotlight that shines upon anyone else and reflect it on you.
Mathews: WOOOOAHHH!!!
J Mont turns his head and shock and has a grin on his face.
Justin York: You had your moment Joe, You beat me in Spain and took the victory. What else do you need? GO HOME JOE—
J Mont jumps and grabs York around the neck and drives him face first into the ramp with a JKO!!
CJJ: JKO JKO JKO!!!!
The fans begin to boo as J Mont is directing traffic for Amber Mansley to continue the assault on York.
Mathews: WHAT THE HELL?!? J Mont just assaulted what he had called his brother in arms for months!!!
Mansley picks up York with the direction of J Mont and hoists him up and powerbomb him off of the stage to the concrete floor below. His head cracks hard against the concrete. Smash is waving for security as he rushes to the top of the stage but J Mont and Mansley disappear behind the curtain.
CJJ: I’m in complete shock.
Mathews: That doesn’t happen often, this is the kind of shit that you like.
Medical personnel have rushed to the aid of the unconscious York and have neck braced him and loaded him onto a stretcher and have begun to cart him to the back toward the waiting ambulance.
Mathews: this was supposed to be a proper send off for Justin York who is dealing with a lot personally and instead J Mont and Amber Mansley end it in a brutal assault probably injuring him even worse.
CJJ: He is now an unfortunate one.
Mathews: Hardy har har.
The Time is now hit's to play as he walks out on stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans. He salutes and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his Chain to the ref to begin to fight.
Marlena Bennett: It is time for your opening contest of MONDAY NIGHT MELEE which is a TABLES MATCH!! Introducing first he hails from Boston MA, JOOOOOHNNN BLAADE!!
Demolition Lovers" plays for around 30 seconds before Skylar comes out with a baseball cap on backwards and a jacket on over her ring gear. Her brother, Oliver, is by her side with sunglasses on. The two look at each other before Oliver gives Skylar a nod, and she began making her way down the ramp, high-fiving some of the younger fans as her brother followed behind her. Once she reaches the ring, she slides in and jumps up on the ropes, bouncing a little as she throws a fist in the air with a grin on her face before she takes her hair off and tosses it to a fan in the crowd.
Marlena Bennett: INTRODUCING HIS OPPONENT. She hails from Orange County California, SKYLAR CARSONS!!!!!!
Mathews: Let’s get this thing underway!!
Carsons and Blade wait in the center of the ring as they allow a minute for the fans to build a little excitement before the very first match on Melee. The audience reaction is almost deafening as the two competitors in the ring are forced to smile as the ref stands in the center of the ring, but the crowd is still goin. The bell then suddenly lets out a distinctive
DING DING DING!
we are off to the races. The audience pops as both Blade and Carsons emerge from their respective corners and begin to circle one another. At first its a slow feeling out process as Blade looked to take Carsons down with lunging toward her leg, but she evades him shaking her index finger at him as the fans pop for that one as well. Blade smiles at the pop and then explodes so quick Skylar Carsons is unable to react or prevent John Blade from grabbing her by the wrist yanking her close and then almost taking her head clean off her shoulders with a disgusting short arm clothesline that causes the crowd to gasp!
CJJ: Jesus, hell of a shot from Blade there!
Blade looks up and out to the audience, but quickly turns his attention back to Carsons who is trying to get to her feet, and she almost makes up to her vertical base, but not before Blade could quickly boot her in the midsection quickly wrap her arm over his shoulder, grabs her by the waist of her tights and lifts her in the air holding her up in the air with an incredible display of strength. Blade even walks to the center of the ring and then lets go showing he is holding her up with one arm. And then with one swift motion finally drives her back first into the canvas with a picture perfect stalling vertical suplex! Blade then floats over shoving his forearm into her face and grinding away showing the mean streak that he can tap into.
Mathews: Blade is in firm control of this match and has been since the very beginning.
Blade smiles and stands up with Skylar Carson in tow, but the moment they both make it to their feet Skylar nails John Blade with a quick forearm to the throat. The hit took John Blade off guard as he steps back clutching his throat while Skylar Carson takes advantage of the situation by walking up to John Blade grabbing his face and then leaping into the air driving his chin into the back of her head as she hits a beautiful chinbuster. Blade smacks the canvas as Skylar Carsons quickly gets to her feet. She takes a step backwards and then runs towards Blade leaping in the air hitting a picture perfect running shooting starpress. As Skylar’s move connects the fans lets out a HUGE POP, as Skylar remains ontop of John Blade covering him as the ref stands back looking at her wondering why she is making a cover in a tables match.
CJJ: GET THE TABLES!!!
Skylar Carsons grabs John Blade by his neck to pull him up to his feet and before Skylar can decide what to do next John Blade out of no where throws his hands around Skylar Carsons arms and pulls her close as he rears his head back and then slamming the bridge of his forehead right into Skylar Carson’s face with a nasty headbutt. The move blasts Skylar Carsons disorienting her allowing John Blade to quickly and tightly wrap his arms around Skylar Carson planting his legs using his upper body strength to straight up launch Skylar Carsons almost to the otherside of the ring with a HUGE overhead belly to belly suplex. And the fans POP for John Blade. Skylar Carsons is struggling to get to her feet as John Blade stands by and allows her to try and fight her way up, but she appears to still be disoriented by the massive headbutt she took a few moments ago. John Blade is easily able to grab Skylar Carsons arm and whip her to the ropes, and John Bade leap frogs over her head as she comes back around. Skylar Carsons then bounces off the ropes on the opposite side and almost immediately is sent hurling back towards the canvas as John Blade leaps into the air hitting her with a very strong leaping shoulder block.
CJJ: Get the tables already.. JESUS!
Mathews: Calm yourself down Cory.
CJJ: Call me Cory again and I’m going to put you through a table.
John then slides out of the ring and goes underneath grabbing not one but two tables and sliding them into the ring and slides in behind them. John sets one table up leaning in one of the corners and sets the other one up perfectly near the opposite turnbuckles and then stalks Skylar like a predator eyeing it’s next meal as Skylar is giving it everything she’s got trying to get to her feet. She is nearly up to her knees when John Blade yanks Carsons up once more grabs her by her waist lifting her into the air and then dropping her back first across his knee as he drills Skylar Carsons with a backbreaker! Blade stands back to his feet and poses for the crowd who are loving every minute of it.
CJJ: These people are so stupid. It’s clear that Blade is just pumping them up because he’s going to get his ass kicked in the end.
Mathews: You truly don’t have an ounce of professionalism in your bones do you?
John Blade sits back looking annoyed as the fans are cheering at the match that they are getting in the opening part of the show! Blade then shoots to his feet with purpose as he quickly grabs Skylar Carson’s legs and tries to flip her over to put on his ToeHold sleeper finisher, but Skylar musters enough strength to push her legs hard enough hitting John Blade right in his stomach. Carsons rolls backwards onto her feet and quickly lunges toward John Blade jumping and slamming her knee into his face with a high jumping knee. Blade staggers backwards as Skylar Carsons grabs John Blade by the wrist and launches him into the corner. Blade’s back smacks the padded steel with a hard thud, as Skylar Carsons perhaps only a single step behind him comes running towards the corner and John Blade, but just before she gets there she leaps off her feet spinning in the air and blasting John Blade right in the face with her signature SPIN THE WHEEL kick. John Blade is dazed as Skylar Carsons comes back in the corner throwing a few forearms. She pulls John Blade out of the corner manuvering herself into the corner and pulling herself up to the second turnbuckle. She knees John Blade in the head and then leaps out of the corner spinning in the air slamming John Blade into the canvas with a tornado X-FACTOR!! The crowd pops huge for the beautiful move as Skylar Carsons quickly jumps ontop of Blade, grabbing him and getting him to his feet to roll him into the table that he set up.
The fans let out a collective gasp as Skylar Carsons scales to the top turnbuckle.
Mathews: We have seen this too many times. High risk—
CJJ: HIGH PAYOFF. She could end the match right here.
Skylar leaps off of the top turnbuckle with a flying crossbody that Blade sees coming a mile away and gets up off of the table and Skylar goes crashing through the table. The fans are going nuts.
MELEE'S AWESOME
MELEE'S AWESOME
MELEE's AWESOME
Mathews: That’s the end of the match, what is the referee doing?
CJJ: Are you new?! The only way to win a tables match is to put your opponent through the table wise guy. Do your research.
The fans chant as Blade pulls Skylar to her feet giving her not one ounce of time to make a recovery. He yanks her up by the wrist and goes to whip her into the ropes but Skylar is able to reverse it and when Blade comes running back into her, she delivers a back body drop that smashes Blade off of the canvas hard enough to shake the ring. Skylar is like a shark that senses blood and pounces right on John delivering a few forearm strikes before pulling him back to his feet and jumping up onto his shoulders for a hurricanrana but she is caught by Blade who slams her down to the mat with a thunderous powerbomb. Skylar is gasping for air on the canvas.
CJJ: That was a hell of a reversal by Blade there.
Skylar Carsons is still rolling around gasping for air when Blade walks over and reaches down to grab her but she delivers a straight up kick to the face which sends him stumbling back. She stands to her feet still coughing as she finally catches some air and lunges at him with a spinning elbow strike that echoes throughout the arena with a loud pop and stumbles Blade back into the ropes. She rushes Blade and clotheslines him over the top rope and he lands on the apron. Skylar hops over the top rope and catches Blade by the back of his head as he is on one knee and drives his face into the apron.Skylar’s body makes a bad bounce on the apron as well.. John Blade rolls into the ring while Skylar is on the outside holding her tailbone!
Mathews: It appears that Skylar has landed awkwardly on the apron and hurt herself.
Skylar slowly makes her way back to her feet while she is still holding her back. She rolls into the ring and rests for a moment before she stands to her feet and meets Blade who has getting to his as well. He looks guilty knowing that Skylar may very well be injured but hears the roar of the crowd and throws and overhand right haymaker that is caught by Skylar and she returns fire with a leg kick and then a spin kick to the mid section which curls him over Skylar delivers a sunset powerbomb driving Blade hard to the canvas. The fans are going absolutely nuts at the back and forth between the two stars. Skykat walks over to Blade and pulls him back to his feet and just before she has the chance to mount any offense Blade strikes with a high arching drop kick dropping Skylr back to the mat.
CJJ: Impressive drop kick by Blade.
Mathews: You giving props to somebody? I’m shocked.
She bounces up to her feet rather quickly right into the waiting arms of John Blade who scoops her up onto his shoulders and walks over to the table and throws her off with his Death Valley drop but she lands perfectly on her feet like a cat. Blade turns his head back to face Skylar Carsons she shifts her legs and with every ounce of momentum she has in her almost blasts John Blade’s head into the front row as she utterly DRILLS HIM with her superkick!!
Mathews: DOOMED LOVE!!!!!!
She walks over to the table that is resting in the corner and sets it up and then walks over to Blade and pulls him to his feet and strikes with 4 forearms and pulls him into the corner and she jumps up onto the top rope in a seated position while holding onto Blades neck and she delivers a crazy tornado DDT driving Blades head right through the table. The referee looks on in amazement for a moment before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING.
Blade is motionless in the heap of table and Skylar is laying in the ring exhausted before she finally kips up to her feet in time for the announcement from Marlena Bennett.
Bennett: HERE IS YOUR WINNNNER, SKYLAAAAAR CAAAARSONNNS!
The fans show their appreciation for what they have just seen.
Mathews: What an insane match and great way to start the show.
CJJ: We have to cut to a commercial break once again, we will be back after these short messages.
As we come back from commercial, We cut to the backstage area where the voice of Melee, Marlena Bennett, is shown in conversation amongst producers. Smiles and laughs are had, though mostly inaudible through a modest pop from the arena at large.
?: Blondie! Tell the riff raff to go play butt thumbs somewhere else, why don’cha?
Visibly caught off guard, Marlena turns around as the group splits and heads their separate ways.
Marlena Bennett: Pardon?
?: The man with the future in the palm of his hand is here, baby!
Marlena Bennett: I…don’t believe we’ve met.
?: Mr. Mark Morgan! At your service! Though, if you play your cards right, you might just end up callin’ me “MMM”.
Her mouth curls in disgust as Mark’s eyes shoot open and he fires a glance towards the rearview.
Mr. Mark Morgan: Where are my manners? I knew I was forgetting something..
From just out of frame, an imposing figure donning nothing other than a kispet stands beside Mark with his arms crossed just underneath a bulging chest.
Mr. Mark Morgan: This man here is as big a piece of the vision as any. THIS is what got yours truly through that door, if you must know. The powers that be took one look at the headshot and said “You can get us that fuckin’ guy?!” and so I did just that. The man standing next to me is none other than Turkish oil wrestling CHAMPION Denir Acar.
Denir looks down at Marlena, no change in his expression.
Mr. Mark Morgan: Now, obviously you don’t bring a great big son of a bitch like this to the ballgame to spectate. You bring him to…send a message and my message is clear. Whether it’s Melee or Brawl, I’m here to build the next dynasty in this sport. Around who exactly?
Mark smirks with a tilted head towards the hired gun and quickly returns back to Marlena.
Mr. Mark Morgan: Don’t worry, we won’t make y’all wait long.
He winks towards the interviewer and pivots away, heading down an adjacent hall and shouting affirmations into the air space.
Mr. Mark Morgan: Dy-na-FUCKIN’-sty, Denir!
CJJ: What in the hell is going on around here? Why make us wait at all if you’re so damn important?
Mathews: Relax yourself Cory.
CJJ: I will put you through this damn announce table myself.
Mathews: Shush yourself over there tough guy, it’s time for our next match.
Grado steps out from behind the curtain to the roaring crowd inside the CCPE arena dancing all the way to ring. When he makes it to the bottom of the ramp he hops up in the apron and continues dancing to the much appeased crowd and then takes off his fannypack holding it up to the roaring crowd and then sets it by the ring post before stepping inside the ring and hitting the ropes bouncing off of both sides before stopping in the middle of the ring and doing a little jig.
Bennett: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS AN IRRROON MAN MATCH, INTRODUCING FIRST, HE HAILS FROM PALM SPRINGS CALIFORNIA, EDWAAAARD GRAAAADOOOO!!
CJJ: This guy is a complete and utter jackass.
Mathews: Coming from you.
The hopeful chiptune noises of "Hopes and Dreams" begins to fill the arena, as the fans scream loudly for the man about to make his entrance. As the hits it's stride, a set of pyro goes off and former World Champion Frank Patrick Venable emerges from the curtain, ready to go.
Announcer: AAAAND HIS OPPONENT HE HAILS From New Orleans, Louisiana, FPV, FRANK! PATRICK! VENABBLLEE!
A burst of energy hits him and he rushes to the ring, slapping as many hands as he can before effortlessly sliding into the ring. Franks gets up, climbs up to the nearest turnbuckle and energetically roaring along with the audience, ready to take on this week's challenge.
CJJ: Let’s get this thing over with.
Mathews: Underway you mean?
CJJ: Sure.
The fans inside the CCPE arena are going crazy one half for Grado and the other half for FPV as the two seem to soak up the energy and love every second of it. The referee seems prepared and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING.
FPV and Grado circle each other as one half of the crowd is screaming for Grado and the other half is screaming for FPV. Grasp’s body is pulsing with every chant that the crowd lets out for him almost as if they are coursing shockwaves through his veins. FPV smiles at the goofiness of Grado and then begins to clap his hands above his head that gets the crowd doing the exact same thing in unison.
CJJ: Enough of the shit already can we get this going?!
Mathews: Hater.
As the chants slowly begins to silence and so does the clapping the two continue to circle each other once again before Grado calls for a collar and elbow tie up which FPV obliges. FPV takes a side headlock and cranks down on the neck of Grado before being shot off into the ropes, on the rebound Grado jumps grabbing the shoulders of FPV and driving his feet into his stomach and floats him over with an awkward looking monkey flip. FPV lands right on his ass and looks up at the dancing Grado in disbelief as the crowd is coming unglued.
Mathews: Grado seems ready to go here tonight.
CJJ: Yeah…. His training really shows with sloppy shit moves like that.
FPV stands back to his feet and the two circle each other once again and the two tie up once again and have a strength battle pushing each other back and forth that Grado quickly gets the upper hand on. FPV releases the collar and elbow tie and sidesteps and flips Grado over onto his ass with a snapmare takeover and instantly jumps on a neck crank and twists as hard as he can while the crowd is still split between the two. While FPV cranks away at the neck of Grado he also drives his knee into his back which has Grado showing facial expressions of pretty severe pain. FPV releases the hold and throws a stiff kick to the back of Grado before backing off and waving Grado to his feet once he turns around. The fans pop at the sportsmanship of FPV and the fact that Grado is climbing back to his feet despite holding his neck.
Mathews: These two are pretty evenly matched to start things off. They have each gone one up on the other so far.
CJJ: Astute observation.
When Grado arrives to his feet he walks toward FPV in an attempt to tie up a third time but FPV quickly ducks under the grapple attempt and hooks in a hammer lock and begins twisting away at Grado’s wrist. Grado runs forward and falls directly down on the canvas face first making an OOF sound as he hits but he also effectively shakes FPV out of the hammerlock and shoot him head first into the middle turnbuckle. Grado stands to his feet and strikes FPV with two left jabs, a right jab, the shake rattle and roll while the crowd goes “OOOOOOOOO” followed by an elbow strike to the top of FPV’s head which drops him to the mat. Grado dances over top of FPV before falling down on top of him for an early cover.
Mathews: The crowd is loving the fact that Grado just did a TikTok dance on top of FPV.
CJJ: It’s sad that you’re even referencing TikTok you old fart. Grado is going to pay for moving around like a shitty line dancer, count on it, Patty.
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FPV KICKS OUT!
CJJ: That elbow was most certainly not enough to take an early lead here.
Mathews: You never know unless you try.
Grado stands to his feet and bounces off of the ropes and on the rebound tries a giant belly flop splash which FPV avoids by rolling out of the ring rather quickly leaving Grado to slam into the mat gut and face first. Half of the crowd gasps for Grado and the other half cheers and pats FPV on the back as he walks around the ringside area and climbs back up the steps to the ring apron.
CJJ: I told you so.
FPV springboards to the top rope and jumps off with an elbow drop landing with the point of his elbow right into the back of Grado’s neck which already has had some damage done to it. Grado rolls around the ring in pain as FPV admires his handiwork and looks up at the clock realizing that 15 minutes has already gone by in this match. He shrugs his shoulders and goes back to work.
Mathews: You don’t think that the nonchalantness of FPV is going to cost him?
CJJ: I wouldn’t say that he is nonchalant, we all know he isn’t taking Grado lightly even though he could, he just knows that at this point he is in firm control and has been most of this match.
FPV walks over to Grado and methodically aims a fist drop for the back of his head and executes it perfectly further punishing the neck of Grado. A lot of the fans are now chanting for Grado to make a comeback but FPV gets a ton of support when he point to the turnbuckles causing the CCPE arena to explode. FPV heads over to the turnbuckles and scaled up to the middle rope and pauses for a moment before diving off with yet another fist drop to the back of Grado’s head but HE MOVES!! FPV slams his fist into the mat and is instantly holding his knuckles yelling in pain. Grado stands and grabs FPV by the hand and pulls him to his feet and with both hand grabs and splits his fingers causing FPV to holler in pain. Grado then bites his fingers and then flips him tumbling over his back with some kind of a judo throw. Grado leg drops FPV and then rubs his rear end before making another cover.
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FPV KICKS OUT!!!
Mathews: Grado got a near fall there.
CJJ: Near fall? Give me a break!
Grado looks up to the clock with a look of urgency in his face and sees that twenty minutes have surpassed and relaxes a little realizing that there is still quite a bit of time left on the clock. Grado grabs ahold of FPV’s bad hand and lays it down on the mat and stomps away at it twice which causes him to scream out in pain. Grado pulls FPV to his feet and Irish whips him into the corner and begins to fire up the crowd by rolling his arms like he is a tank engine and the crowd screams out “CHOO CHOO” Grado gets a full head of steam and takes off for the corner and the crowd is going insane. FPV reverse Grado with a drop toe hold causing Grado to smash his face off of the middle turnbuckle and bounce back to his feet right into his clutch. FPV grabs ahold of Grado and floats him over his head with a nicely executed T Bone suplex which pops the crowd and hooks the leg for a quick cover.
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THRE—
GRADO KICKS OUT AND THE CROWD POPS!
FPV stands back to his feet while the crowd is raging on and pulls Grado to his feet and snapmares him back to the canvas and drives his fist right into the top of his head with another fist drop and Grado goes fully down to the canvas while FPV walks to the corner holding his hand in pain.
Mathews: Not a very wise choice to continue to fist drop with your beaten up fist.
CJJ: I could say the same about you running your mouth.
FPV runs from the corner and strikes with a basement drop kick to the side of Grado’s face as he is trying to make it to one knee which rolls him back over to the canvas. FPV stands and runs back to the corner and dashes back to Grado to strike with another drop kick but Grado sweeps his legs causing him to fall back flat on the canvas. Grado gains his vertical base and bounces off of the ropes and does a half ass flip with a Senton and squishes FPV back to the mat pushing all of the air out of his lungs. Grado makes the cover as the fans are still split between chants for both men.
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THRE—
FPV KICKS OUT!!!
Grado stands to his feet and pulls FPV with him and Irish whips him into the corner and walks over to the opposite corner and pulls his Fanny pack from where he left it near the ring post. The fans are going bananas as Grado holds it up in the air and unzips it ever so slowly. Grado side steps FPV as he rushes over to him from the corner and sends him into the opposite set of turnbuckles. Grado pulls out a can of axe spray from the Fanny pack.
CJJ: AXE?! REF THATS A DQ if he uses it.
Grado delivers a rookie drop kick sending FPV back into the corner while he is being warned by the referee about the aerosol can in his hand. Grado takes several steps back until his back touches the opposite corner and then takes the fan of AXE spray and sprays it under both of his armpits, tosses it out into the crowd and points into the crowd with both fingers while every woman, man and child in the building is going insane. Grado starts to wind up his little tank engine again hyping the hell out of the crowd.
CJJ: Why the hell is this guy on TV seriously?
Mathews: He is entertaining the masses. Grado can step into any building and pull up where all the beautiful women are at because of his CHH CHH, AXE SPRAY!!
CJJ: Are you feverish or something? What the hell is wrong with you?
The crowd chants “CHOO CHOO” at the top of their lungs once again as Grado rushes to the opposite side of the ring and splashes FPV into the corner with a huge Grado splash and before he has the chance to fall to the mat Grado sets FPV up for a rock bottom/uranage and when he hoists him up FPV slides out the back door and picks him up and slams him down to the mat with an Olympic slam! THE CROWD POPS!
CJJ: FRANKLE SLAM!!!!!
Mathews: The building is about to come off of this place, seriously!!
FPV hooks both of Grado’s legs for the cover and is pulling back with all of his might.
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3!!
Bennett: FPV has scored the first fall at 31 minutes and 19 seconds.
CJJ: I’m not surprised at all but I am however a little disappointed that it took him so fall long to get a pin fall over Grado.
Mathews: I bet you wouldn’t be able to do it all so I would be a little bit more humble if I was you.
FPV keeps the legs if Grado hooked for a second cover.
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GRADO KICKS OUT!
FPV stands to his feet a little slower than usual as the exhaustion of a near thirty minute match is starting to set in. When he arrives to his feet he grabs ahold of Grado’s leg and turns him over hooking in an ankle lock and Grado is screaming out in pain as the crowd is trying to will him to the ropes. Grado is inching closer and closer to the ropes when FPV realizes how close he is and twists tighter on his ankle and drags him back to the centre of the ring. Grado roll through while FPV is pulling him back and kicks him in the back shooting him through the ropes crashing the floor hard. Grado holds his ankle as he slowly attempts to gain his vertical base, he makes it to his feet but isn’t the steadiest on his feet, he walks over to the ropes and exits onto the apron and drops down on FPV with a double axe handle crushing him right across the face dropping him to the floor and Grado falls to the floor as well still holding his ankle. Grado rushes back to his feet though and pulls FPV back to his feet and tosses him into the ring.
Mathews: Grado is moving with a little more desperation now that we have only ten minutes left in this match.
CJJ: It could also have something to do with the fact that FPV nearly tore his ankle clean off.
Grado slides in behind FPV and drives and elbow right into his back before scooping him to his feet and Irish whipping him into the ropes and on the rebound driving him to the canvas with a thunderous Uranage, Grado falls because of his ankle right into the cover.
1…
2….
THRE—
FPV KICKS OUT AT THE VERY LAST SECOND!!!
The crowd is chanting holy shit!
CJJ: WOW!
Mathews: That was about as close as close gets to tying this thing up for Grado.
Grado looks up at the clock and see’s that there is a little over five minutes left in the match. Grado slaps his ankle trying to get some feeling back in it while the fans are willing him and FPV to their feet. Grado makes it to his feet first and allows FPV to do the same who barely drags his way up. Grado throws a sloppy short arm clothesline that’s ducked by FPV who returns fire with a heavy forearm shot by a high knee strike that rocks Grado’s bell and stuns him. FPV hits the ropes and grabs ahold of Grado’s arm and whips him hard into the turnbuckles and follows right behind him with a heavy clothesline that nearly beheads him. FPV scoops Grado and seats him on the top turnbuckle and climbs up after him. Grado fires back with a couple of shots to the mid section but is quickly halted with a heavy forearm strike and a headbutt from FPV who hooks Grado for a super plex and launches off the top rope. Half way down to the canvas Grado reverses the situation and lands right on top of FPV and rolls him up for a pin.
1..
2……..
3!!!!!
Bennett: This match is now tied one fall to one fall at 43:34!!!
Mathews: WHAT A REVERSAL BY GRADO!! He has tied this thing up!!
CJJ: Are we going to see an overtime here?!? What the FFF—
Grado stands to his feet and bounces off of the ropes gingerly as he is still having issues with his ankle and on the rebound FPV rolls him up with an inside cradle.
1
2..
GRADO KICKS OUT!!
CJJ: FPV almost snagged one there.
Mathews: 45 seconds remain.
FPV stands to his feet as does Grado just a half a step slower and gets kicked in the gut which curls him over. FPV signifies the end of the match as he clutches Grado and hoists him up for a pile driver but Grado powers himself back down to his feet. FPV pounds on his back as the crowd has now begun a count of ten, FPV hoists him back up and jumps delivering a nasty pile driver and rolls the lifeless Grado over and hooks the leg. The crowd has reached a count of four.
1…….
2……….
3!!!!!
The clock on the contest expires one second after FPV gets the pin.
Mathews: I’ll be damned that was a hell of an ending, congrats to FPV.
CJJ: You have to congratulate him because you could never do what either of them just did, Patty, simple as that.
The crowd explodes out of their seats for FPV but also showing appreciation for Edward Grado.
Bennett: HERE IS YOUR WINNNNNERRR, FRANK PATRICK VENABLE, FPV!!
Patrick Matthews: Well ladies I think I can speak for myself and every single fan here in attendance tonight that we couldn’t possibly be off to a better start, and the good…no GREAT NEWS IS, WE AINT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING DONE!
CJJJ: I mean that is good news don’t get me wrong, but the way you hyped it up...I dunno I guess I just thought there was gunna be like free pizza or something?
Patrick Matthews: Why on Earth would it be Free Pizza?
CJJJ: You name me 5 things cooler than free pizza, bet you can’t!
Patrick Matthews: We are in the middle of an actual broadcast nitwit! How about you maybe put your headphones back on and listen to the instructions given to you it will make all of this so much easier on the both of us I promise!
CJJJ: Is this some kind of stupid Matthews NERD joke?
Patrick Matthews: I DON’T TELL NERD JOKES! My mom thinks my jokes are hilarious thank you very much, and not to brag but she has said she has an ear for that kind of thing!
CJJJ: Uhh, I’m sure she does…WAIT HELLO?...YEAH CAN YOU HEAR ME?
Patrick Matthews: You have them plugged into the wrong plug Tinkerbell! Here hold on I got you but you owe me a Red Bull!
CJJJ: KEEP TALKING ABOUT WHAT UNTIL WHO GETS OUT HERE?
….(this is awkward on air silence by the way)
Patrick Matthews: There is that better?
CJJJ: What do you mean there are going to be porn stars?...You mean like real ones?...And me without my axe body spray GOD WHY DO YOU HATE ME?
Patrick Matthews: I have actually have a theory on that…But…
CJJJ: OMG IM SO EXCITED!!!
Patrick Matthews: For what?...Who are we waiting on to c…
Suddenly SOMEONE, ANYONE by Anberling blares over the PA system as every head in the arena shoots towards the entrance ramp. It is there where we see him for the very first time on Melee as he walks out dressed in his wrestling attire. Black and grey long shorts identical to the ones the Miz wore in ECW, only difference is on each side is a large black and gold fluer di lis. Stylez absent his fedora this evening has his blue hair wet and hanging down on his face. His arrogant smirk plastered across his face as he surveys the red hot crowd here in Vegas. He has a mic in his hand already that he has lifted up to his mouth as he runs his free hand across his throat calling for the music to be cut.
LA Johnny Stylez: What’s good Vegas? Everyone enjoying themselves here at the most elaborate, oasis literally in the middle of a phucking desert? In other words… are we enjoying another lovely evening here at the InFaMoUS VELVET RABBIT?!?!
Crowd pops loudly as it eventually becomes a singular chant coming from every man woman and child here in attendance screaming at the tippy top of their lungs
VEL-VET RA-BBIT
VEL-VET RA-BBIT
VEL-VET RA-BBIT
LA Johnny Stylez: Hmm guess I’m not above cheap pops after all…WEIRD! But we are getting off topic..You see before the festivities here on the first edition of Melee can continue, there are some personal matters I needed sorted like phucking YESTERDAY and so I went out of my way and bumped myself into this here timeslot…But don’t you worry Vegas because this is going to be much better than the segment that was going to air…Which was something stupid called
“HOW TO PUT ON YOUR PRETTY MONSTER MAKEUP! FINDING THE RIGHT SHADE FOR VIOLENCE”
...featuring Enigma and one of those worthless title belts he is still dragging around for reasons beyond anyone with a lick of sense! But that’s not at all…let’s just for fun pretend like Enigmas enlightening yet still very butch segment is the success they fooled themselves into believing it was…I can sit here with a straight face and tell you mine would still be SO MUCH BETTER…Based on the simple fact that I brought my friends who like to wear make up too…Now I know you’re not supposed to bring sand to the beach…or the desert in this case…And no disrespect meant to any of the legendary beautiful female Startenders, and employees of this fine establishment, but incase you have forgotten or just can’t muster enough momentum to properly remove your head from your anal cavity one thing we just all need to calm down and keep in mind is one simple fact…
!!!!I’M LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!!!!!
…YoU KNoW LiKe THEEEE LA JoHNNY STYLEZ!!!!
And not only am I your new favorite wrestler, but I also happen to be the proud owner of this little company that distributes, produces, films, and finances some of the best damn dirty movies in the biz today and tomorrow!!! And well when you have resources like that at your disposal you simply…. must…. take…. Advantage.
As Johnny speaks those final words suddenly we hear a loud roar from the male population here at the Velvet Rabbit as Johnny is joined center stage by three of BRAZZERS best and brightest…ANd they…THEY ARE DRESSED AS STARTENDERS which causes the crowd to cheer even louder as we see Olivia Austin, Peta Jensesn, and last but not least the former broadcast partner of Candice “VooDoo” Page, former Outlaw Pro Wrestling color commentator and celebrated adult film star Mason Moore!
The old OPW fans pop when they see her walk on stage. She walks over to Johnny takes his hand and spins around so the Vegas crowd can get a look at the next deposit in their spankbank, and showing you just one of the many ways Johnny Stylez intends to CHANGE and perhaps even IMPROVE things here in the DuBG! THe three ladys stand in front of Johnny as they all three pose for a quick million bazillion pictures as the girls laugh and smile soaking up the crowd adulation.
LA Johnny Stylez: As you can see for yourselves I have always taken pride in my keen ability to inject myself in certain situations, work my magic and then one way or another…by hook or by crook, but one way or another the result is the same every…phucking…time! Don’t believe me?...Before I walked out here I ask any of these dweebs from ringside to the nosebleeds and any of them would tell you without hesitation the hands down best thing about being in the Velvet Rabbit is being in the company of so many unbelievably gorgeous women! Only now as you all have your eyes locked on to this stage glaring at these lovely women if I asked you what in the world could possibly be better than a night in the company of one of the Rabbits Starteneders? The answer…
!!!!!ADULT FILM STARTENDERZ!!!!
…OBVIOUSLY! Ohh and BeFoRe I FORGET YOU’RE WELCOME!
And ya know since yall are already out here ladies I would like to make another announcement regarding a significant perk worked into my contract that simply states that I refuse to be interviewed by any of the dweebs and upjumped internet bloggers who call themselves interviewers! So going forward let it be known going forward Johnny Stylez will never be interviewed by any persons WGWF has appointed to conduct such things! The good news is the solution comes at no extra cost to anyone, as I will be personally interviewed by a female adult star of my choice each and every single week! And if you don’t like it, please feel free to join the people searching for people who care about the most recent NOT WGWF title Enigma won, and be sure to alert me
!!!!!!F’N IMMEDIATELY!!!!!
…IF YOU LOCATE ANYONE WHO GIVES AN ACTUAL FUCK!!!
Now onto the other real reason I came out here this evening. You see heading into this week I heard this dude that I know…I think yall know him too..For reasons known only to him he refers to himself as a WOLF…Not just any WOLF boys and girls…He’s a BIG BAD GATE KEEPING WOLF…Psst spoiler alert…Hey Mr
!!!!NOT-So LONe WoLF!!!!!
EYES UP MOUTH SHUT, I’M TALKIN TO YOU MUDDAH PHUCKER!!!
So I and everyone else with ears watching any and all WGWF programing heading to these last few events, and I couldn’t help but notice you refer to yourself as the WGWF’s Gatekeeper, and I would just like to know…Ya know between two old friends, is that…ya know
???TRUE???
…Or Is It LIke YOUR OTHER NICKNAME THAT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE OR DESCRIBE YOU AT ALL?
Because if you are questioning whether or not I am questioning the legitimacy of your self appointed title then let’s clear this up right here and right now…HERE I AM CENTER PHUCKING STAGE KNOCKING, RAPPING TAPPING ON YOUR CHAMBER DOOR!...Or if you want me to play along then OK I’ll bite…You want me to make it official because I have no problem whatsoever standing right here right now and telling you…NOT ASKING YOU
!!!!!F’N TELLING YOU!!!!
MY NAME IS LA JOHNNY STYLEZ AND I DEMAND ENTRY!!!
Because if climbing in that ring down there and shitkicking you in public is how one proves they belong here, then I suggest you take a few days, clear your head and go ahead and get ready because if you think for a moment that you are going to be able to keep me out then you clearly need to get someone in your
!!!!DIPSHIT LONER WOLFPACK!!!!
…To Maybe Start Doing Some of THe THINKING FOR YOU FROM TIME TO TIME!!!
You tell me when, you tell me where…Hell you can choose the stips…You can have final say on every bit of it. All you need to do is tell me when…then tell me where and you had better believe on that day Samuel Chatman I’ll arrive precisely 10-15 minutes late, I’ll find something jagged to bang your face into and then I am going to push my way in…And once I’m in…Well let’s not go getting ahead of ourselves, because before I can even think about any of that first I have to stop get in the ring with you and force you to…Wait I can’t say it yet…PHUCK I almost forgot!!! Before I go I want to send a special shout out to my man
!!!!!DaMaGe!!!!
…I GOT A RECIPT WITH YOUR NAME ON IT PHUCKSOCK!!!
ANd well let’s just say the next time you see me tallywhacker, well let’s just say LA Johnny Stylez never gets mad…HE GETS EVEN, which means Damage will have an entirely different meaning once I am done teaching you a lesson that will more than likely end with me putting you in the past tense. K so I guess now the Melee can continue…But not before Ive reminded every last one of you to
!!!!!SoaK!!!!!
!!!!!SoMe!!!!
!!!!!!!UP!!!!!
…Ohh and SAMUEL…I EXPECT AN ANSWER VERY SOON!!!
Patrick Matthews: Wow…what a jackass!
CJJJ: YEAH I WONDER IF HE NEEDS A NEW BEST FRIEND! ADULT FILM STARTENDERS!!! That’s like what they have at the Velvet Rabbit they were supposed to open in heaven!
Patrick Matthews: OHH WILL YOU GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF MAN!!!
CJJJ: Patrick…If you would just stop for once in your life and smell the roses…We will have porn stars with us here every week!...PORN STARS! WE JUST HIT THE FRIGGIN JACKPOT MAN! Let’s see if Johnny wants to come hang out with us or something!
Patrick Matthews: I can promise you he doesn’t want to hang out with you!...Ohh and if Johnny gets drafted to BRAWL then you won’t see them every week, because ya know they won’t be here and all that. And besides even if he does wind up back here he wouldn’t hang out with you!
CJJJ: Yeah because I have to sit next to you…Mr. I HATE BEAUTIFUL GIRLS I USUALLY ONLY SEE ON THE INTERNET EVERY NIGHT AND A FEW TIMES A WEEK AFTER LUNCH!
Patrick Matthews: How…NO! We are not doing this! For the love of GOD PLEASE TELL ME WE HAVE A COMMERCIAL OR SOMETHING!!! JAKE FROM STATE FARM ANYTHING!!! STOP PUT MY PHONE DOWN!!!
CJJJ: PATRICK MATTHEWS! YOU OLD SAILOR YOU…IS SHE DOING WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE SHE IS DOING!!!
Patrick Matthews: IF you don’t put the phone down this moment I’ll tell everyone what happened at catering a little while ago!
CJJJ: OK ladies and gentlemen and now a WORD FROM STATE FARM!!!
CJJ: We’re back here live at CCPE arena and I’m looking forward to this next one so without further adue let’s get right into this bad boy. Save whatever you have to say Patty, nobody cares.
The fans inside the arena are exploding as the show isn’t even halfway through yet and they know the hell that the next two men are about to put each other through for their entertainment!
As the first cords of “The Enemy” by Godsmack begin to play, the big Texan is out on the stage, accompanied by Kat Jones and the crowd erupts. He is attired in all black, leather duster, trunks, cowboy hat and boots. He stares downward as the pyro erupts behind him and on both sides. The lights go out and then a single spotlight shines on him. Kat Jones heads back behind the curtain at the request of Bane himself.
Mac Bane stands in the entrance ramp glaring at the fans as his music echoes throughout the arena here at the Velvet Rabbit. He pauses at the center of the ramp for a moment, as if he was waiting for something to happen. After a few moments the badass can not stall any longer so he poses and then begins making his way toward the ring. But the moment his foot steps off the ramp and onto the concrete floor suddenly out of no where there is a deafening
!!!!!!!!BOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!!!!
Mathews: WHAT THE—?
As Fireworks Explode Where Mac Bane was just standing. Mac like every other pair of eyes spin around to see what happened. After the loud shock the smoke was clearing from the entryway but we hear the sound of the live crowd here at Melee getting excited and just as Mac Bane turns around to resume his march to the ring suddenly out of freaking no where Jay Omega comes flying down ontop of Mac Bane knocking Bane to the floor Jay Omega lands ontop of Mac Bane and starts immediately hammering him with closed fist stiff right hands to the dome…The camera quickly shoots back to where Jay Omega literally descended from the sky to attack Mac Bane before he could even make it to the ring, and during the fireworks explosion Omega had set up a ladder and waited, and by the time Mac knew what was happening it had already happened and still is. Jay Omega eventually stops showering Bane with punches and gets up and bows to the crowd as they shower him with applause. He turns back around and sees Mac Bane trying and fighting to pull himself to his feet. Jay Omega then smiles as he takes off running and with every bit of momentum he could muster and drives his foot into Bane’s mid section. Bane immediately collapses on the ground as Omega smiles and points to something we are unable to see from our present vantage point. Jay Omega disappears off into a narrow dark corridor that is inbetween the entrance ramp and the stage. Mac Bane finally seems to have mustered the strength to pull himself back up…But then once again…out of no where Jay Omega hits Mac Bane with a metal shopping cart stolen from WALMART!!! Mac Bane falls backwards against a guardrail set up to keep civilians from getting too close to the show. Jay Omega pulls his cart back and the fans roar in delight as he sorts through the various items he collected earlier to beat Mac up with. He reaches into a trash can for something we are unable to see. But it all ends up being for naught as Mac Bane summons the will to explode off that guardrail and take Jay Omega down with a stiff ROARING ELBOW SMASH that send him down to floor almost instantly.
CJJ: Jesus! These two aren’t wasting anytime beating the shit out of each other here tonight and that’s what we all wanted to see. Well.. Except maybe Patty and his sensitive ass.
Mathews: You just don’t give up do you?
The fans pop for Bane much to his surprise as he briefly searches the shopping cart but quickly turns his attention to Jay Omega who had managed to get to his feet. Jay Omega is able to quickly land a right hand. Bane takes it, looks up smiling as he rares back and blasts Omega with a shot of his own. Omega absorbs the blow and fires back with one of his own, as does Bane…Omega then rares back and goes to land another blow but Mac Bane blocked it and quickly jams his fist into Omega’s throat. Jay Omega clutches at his neck as he is having trouble catching his air. Suddenly WGWF finally decides to send a ref out to ultimately decide the winner and stop all this carnage. But as Omega staggers clutching his throat Mac Bane boots OMega in the midsection and grabs Omega’s head and thrusts it underneath his arm and hooks his other arm over his neck and lifts him in the air. He holds him briefly before dropping him stomach first across the very guardrail he was leaning on after Omega blindsided him to begin the match. JAy Omega now lays draped over the guardrail. His head and back are facing Mac’s direction while the other half of Omega hangs on the fans side of the action. Mac Bane then walks over to the shopping cart looks at OMega and flashes an evil smirk. Bane then backs up as far as he can, gets almost a run and he then sends the metal cart flying right into the back of Jay Omega’s head. The sound of metal clanking on a human skull then clanking on more metal is so loud it was almost heard on all floors of the Velvet Rabbit. Mac Bane then pulls the cart back to observe the damage he has done. As soon as the cart is done propping him up, Jay Omega’s seemingly lifeless carcass slides off the guardrail and he is now lying face down on the concrete padded floor and to make matters even worse…Mac Bane just found a kendo stick!
Mathews: Mac Bane has found his mean streak here tonight.
CJJ: You’re actually going to call something in this match? Too bad you sound like an idiot, Bane has always had a mean streak.
Bane kicks the shopping cart out of the way as we see Omega trying to will himself up. Omega is reaching around trying to find something sturdy to help him pull himself up…Only what he finds is Mac Bane’s leg, and when Omega looks up and realises what he has done…
!!!!!!!CRACK!!!!!!!
The fans begin chants of HOLY SHIT!
CJJ: Bane is swinging that kendo stick like a Louisville slugger in the hands of Barry Bonds.
MAC BANE CRACKS JAY OMEGA RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES WITH THE KENDO STICK!!!
Mathews: That was absolutely sickening.
The sound echoes throughout the arena Bane flashes a smile as he walks up to Omega and stomps on his fingers as he is trying to push himself up. Omega’s hands quickly recoil as MAc goes to lift the kendo stick over his head, but Omega out of desperation fires an elbow right into Mac’s gut. Omega then lunges forward grabs Mac Bane by his trunks and then falls backwards sending Mac Bane flying face first into the steel guardrail that he draped Omega on just a few moments before. As Bane’s body slumps Jay Omega barely stands up and scoops Mac Bane onto his shoulders into a firemans carry and stumbles around with him goozled. Omega takes a few steps away from the guardrail and then in one swift fluid motion JAY OMEGA F5’s MAC BANE OVER THE GUARDRAIL INTO A ROW OF EMPTY CHAIRS!! The crowd is on their feet all over the arena chanting
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
CJJ: GODDAMN!!! That was harsh, Mac Bane must be broken to pieces inside after that.
Mathews: He just broke like four chairs by going through them and the rest just scattered. Ugh!
Jay Omega is demanding that the remaining fans move because he has something else up his sleeve. As Mac Bane finally is able to pull himself from the stack of metal chairs he hears the crowd roaring as Jay Omega runs jumps onto the top of the barricade and then leaps off taking MAc Bane and himself crashing back into the pile of steel chairs as he was able to hit a picture perfect springboard shooting star press using the guardrail as his launch point. The fans are going nuts as both men lie in the heap of metal, concrete and flesh and bones. They both begin to stir about the same time, Omega attempts to shoot to one knee, but is caught right between the eyes with a downward elbow strike from Mac Bane. Mac thrusts Jay Omega’s head between his legs. Bane then runs his thumb across his throat and then lifts Omega up by his waist, Bane takes a step finds the perfect spot a FUGGIN DRILLS JAY OMEGA HEAD FIRST INTO A PILE OF CHAIRS AND MUSHED NOT EATEN CONCESSIONS, WITH A PERFECTLY EXECUTED PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!!! Bane falls down using his back to cover Omega as the fans count aloud along
.1
..2
..3 NO!!!!
OMEGA KICKS OUT AT THE VERY LAST MOMENT!!
Bane seeming frustrated, exhausted and in pain scoops Omega off of the floor and drags him through the fans and out into the concession area and slams his head off of a merch table. Bane picks up a piece of John Blade merch, a microphone that sings my time is now to be specific and slams it multiple times off of Omegas head finally causing a massive gash. Omega lays face down on the table and is bleeding all over it. Bane grabs him by the head and it’s at this very moment that Onega makes a last ditch attempt and slams Bane in the face with the last remaining piece of merch he could grab which is a chain gang pendant which sends Mac stumbling back creating some distance. Mac leans against the concrete wall recovering for a moment when he looks down at the floor and realizes that he is also now bleeding all over the floor.
Mathews: Both men are busted wide open, Sickening!!
CJJ: What the hell else did you expect out of a street fight? I’m surprised it took this long.
Bane turns and runs at Omega and Lou’s thesz presses him through the table out of pure frustration from seeing his own blood and begins hammering down into his bloody face with heavy right hand shots that only open the gash on Omegas head even further. Mac stands and towers over top of Omega with a bloody right fist and his own blood pouring down onto his chest and yells at the top of his lungs like a battle cry. Bane scoops Omega up and tries to toss him over top of the bar but is reversed and Omega throws Mac over top of the bar sending him crashing through several beers and on top the floor on the other side. Omega takes a moment and leans against the bar and gushes blood all over it, when he looks up and is ready to go after Bane he realizes that he is standing up, a bloody mess chugging a beer on the other side of the bar with a huge smirk on his face. The nearby fans laugh.
CJJ: Big mistake to leave a bloody beer swilling Texan near an open bar in the middle of a fight, it’s gas on the fire that you’re trying to put out, stupid move by Omega.
Omega fires off a right hand that Mac eats and calls for another. Omega obliges and sends another right and then a left and Mac eats both and then tosses the remainder of his beer right into the bloody face of Omega before grabbing his head and smashing it into the top of the bar not once, not twice but three times sending blood splattering all over the place, even on nearby fans.
Mathews: Souvenirs for the fans here tonight.
CJJ: Yeah…. Somebody else’s blood….. oh boy…
Bane screams out “ITS FUCKING OVER!” Before standing on top of the bar and pulling Omega up onto it. Bane sets up Omega for a powerbomb on top of the marble bar but Omega slips out the back and shoved Bane into the wall but Bane catches himself and turns around grabbing ahold of Omega and spinebustering him off of the bar to the floor but Omega crashes into three fans who mildly break his fall to the floor. Everyone in attendance is chanting HOLY SHIT!!
Mathews: Bane almost killed Omega there.
Bane goes behind the bar and finds a black felt bag and empties the contents all over the bar top!
CJJ: THUMBTACKS!!!!!!!
Mathews: There is no way that those weren’t planted for him.
Bane walks back to Omega who has made it to one knee and he grabs him but Omega throws a desperate thumb to the eye which turns Mac right around. Omega runs right at him and Mac turns and bends over ready to send him over with a back body drop on the thumbtack filled bar but Omega kicks him right in the face straightening him out. Omega throws two heavy body hooks, one left and one right that curls Mac over and then sets him up for a powerbomb.
Mathews: Omega is about to return the favor from Banes previous powerbomb attempt.
Just as Omega gets Bane up onto his shoulder Bane reaches into his trunks and grabs a pair of brass knuckles and cracks Omega flush in the forehead which causes him to drop Mac back to the floor and fall to one knee. Mac hooks Omega for a suplex away from the bar but then brings him back down and drives him into the thumbtack filled bar with a SHOUTEN!! The fans are screaming HOLY FUCK!
CJJ: Mac Bane just delivered his signature BRANDED on a thumbtack filled bar and that has to be it. That was disgusting.
Mathews: Omega isn’t moving and he is covered in thumbtacks. The referee needs to end this match.
An exhausted and bloody Mac Bane makes the cover on Omega and the referee counts carefully on the thumbtack covered bar.
1…..
2……
…….
….3!!!!
CJJ: Mercifully this thing is over and the badass walks away with a victory and Omega walks away with his life… maybe…
Mathews: I think that’s the most humane and reasonable thing I’ve ever heard you say.
CJJ: Shut up Patty.
Bennett: HERE IS YOUR WIIINNNERRR, MAAAACCC BAAAANNNE!!!!!
Mathews: Let’s cut away from all this blood and guts to something a little more pleasant and we will return shortly.
CJJ: Yeah we will return to a match more brutal than this one.
Mathews: ENOUGH CORY!
The scene opens inside the wrestling ring, and the audience roars with excitement. The "Toll-Booth" talk show is set in a unique arrangement, with a wrestling ring at its center. Surrounding the ring are towering boom barriers, resembling toll booth gates, creating an electric atmosphere. In one corner of the ring, there's a small room designed to resemble a toll booth, complete with a ticket dispenser and a vintage cash register. Damage, The Untamed Demon, stands in the center of the ring, dressed in his signature black leather pants, studded vest, and the cooler for his eyes. His dark hair cascades over his shoulders, adding to his menacing aura.]
Damage: (Grabbing the microphone from the announcer) Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first-ever episode of "Toll-Booth"! I'm your host, Damage, The Untamed Demon, and tonight, we're taking this talk show to a whole new level!
CJJ: Who gives a shit about this crappy talk show?!
Mathews: Give the guy a chance for goodness sake.
(The audience erupts in cheers.)
Damage: Now, I want to introduce my first guest for tonight. He's been my tag team partner, my confidant, and one of the most decorated wrestlers in this industry. Please welcome, Mr. Ragnarok!
[Ragnarok's entrance music blares through the arena, and he strides confidently down the ramp, exchanging high-fives with fans before entering the ring. Damage extends a hand, and they share a firm handshake.]
Damage: (with a smirking) Ragnarok, we've got some business to discuss. First off, let's talk about your impressive career. Winning both the Tag Team Championship and the Television Championship – what do those accomplishments mean to you personally?
Mathews: Good to see the stars showing up for Melee!
CJJ: Stars?! Jesus Patty, you need your head examined.
Ragnarok: (grinning) As you know I've been here since the relaunch of this great company. I struggled at first to not just find my footing in this place, but I didn't have a voice. I wanted to be a leader and knew that eventually it would pay off. The battles with Sonya Benson have a special place in my mind because I won my first singles title. It certainly didn't last as long as I had hoped but sometimes our biggest failures allow us to see into the future and realize that's not the end of our story. Then winning the tag team championship with you was nice because for the first time since I was a child, I trusted someone to have my back. I still do and I thank you for that.
Damage: (nodding) Well said, partner. Now, let's dive into some memorable moments. Any matches or moments from your time as a Television Champion and Tag Team Champion that stand out?
CJJ: I’d rather watch piss stains dry than listen to this walk down memory lane.
Mathews: Well the fans are invested and so am I so live with it.
Ragnarok: (grinning) Honestly, man I enjoy all the matches. I'm a competitor and will never stop enjoying beating the hell out of someone. I love teaching and showing the ropes to newer talents and proving they have a lot to learn. The Sonya Benson matches always stand out because it was the one time the fans wanted me to win and stopping her streak was momentum building as well.
Damage: (leaning in) You've been a mentor to many. What advice would you give to young and aspiring wrestlers aiming for success in both singles and tag team competition?
Ragnarok: (thoughtful) Just put the work in and you'll be rewarded. I'll be the first to admit that I was not a fan of promo work, but I soon realized that it had to happen. In order to be successful, I needed to put fear in my opponents, rest the fear would take care rest of your matches. The young and aspiring wrestlers need to work with someone who is experienced but also someone who is open to making them better. We are family and want to see growth all the time.
Damage: (nodding) Are there any lessons you learned from your time as a tag team that still apply to your wrestling career today?
Ragnarok: (firmly) Yes, communication, trust and respect will get you far. If you don't do these three things, then no one will want to work with you and certainly not be your partner.
Damage: (smirking) How does it feel to be back together on the show? And any messages for our fans?
Mathews: Hoepfully we get to see Ragnarok and Damage reunite here on Melee as a team in the near future.
CJJ: I think I have brain damage from watching this.
Ragnarok: (enthusiastic) The fans who have supported us have continued to wish you well. They know how important you are to our team and the company. Don't get hurt again though because I'm ready to make another title run with you.
Damage(nodding): Sure my brother!.. We will strike at right time and right place. Now, What legacy do you hope to leave in the wrestling industry, both individually and as a former tag team?
Ragnarok: (confident) I want to be the G.O.A.T of course. I want to be the guy everyone talks about and models their careers after. That could be my ego talking but at the end of the day we all want to be known as the greatest ever. My legacy will always be strong regardless and it's because of everyone around me to push me each and every week never giving up on me.
Damage: (nodding approvingly) Outside of wrestling, have you maintained a personal connection since our tag team days?
Ragnarok: (reflective) I prefer acquaintances more than friendship, but I do have plenty of them. I'm the guy who gives someone a ride after the match and the guy who gives his shirt off his back to someone in need. My personality is pretty awesome.
CJJ: How about you give the Mic to someone who is actually entertaining?
Mathews: I dare you to get in the ring and say that exact statement.
Damage: (grinning) Finally, any specific goals or championships you still aim to achieve in the future?
Ragnarok: (determined) I've been in the business many years and have never been the official world championship of any company. I know it's quite a leap to get to the level possible, but I want at least one opportunity at that belt before i retire. It meant seem crazy to achieve everything imaginable except that one thing, but it is what drives me. It keeps me around so let this be a warning to whoever the world champion might be when that time comes. I'm going to drive you crazy and annoy you to no end. I'm going to push the buttons no one thought you had, and I will defeat you.
Damage [with huge smile]: Ladies and gentlemen, that's it for our first guest, Please give us a huge hand for my friend and tag team partner, as well as your former WGWF tag team champion and television champion Mr. Ragnarok. I would meet you all again for next Brawl with a new guest, But don't go anywhere because when we return, we'll introduce our second guest, Stay tuned for more.
CJJ: Thanks for the offer but no thanks.
Mathews: You are unbearable. This is the worst I think I’ve ever seen you in all the time we have worked together. What made you become such an insensitive ass?
The camaras pans through the crowd as Damage says these words and slowly fades to black for commercials.
The shot cuts back to ringside where we see the staff has finished setting up ladders all around the ring and up the ramp way, tables all over the place and piles and piles of chairs everywhere that the eye can see.
All five competitors are already at ringside except for Enigma who stands alone in the ring.
CJJ: Enigma is standing tall in the ring alone. Are you ready to call some more bone crunching action, Patty?
Mathews: I’m as ready as I can possibly be.
The referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING.
Dubois starts off by tossing two chairs into the ring and Johnny Stylez and Sam Chatman slide into the ring and rush Enigma simultaneously and both get hammered to the mat effortlessly with a huge double clothesline and they both roll out to the floor. Enigma yells at the top of his lungs and is nailed in the back with a thunderous chair shot. Enigma laughs and turns around and there is Dubois who swings another chair shot this time directly for the head and face of Enigma but Enigma punches the chair right into Dubois’ face which knocks him senseless and drops him to the canvas and also rolling out of the ring.
CJJ: Enigma standing tall as tall can be here so far.
John Cable slides into the ring and the two monsters go face to face in the middle of the ring with the crowd going absolutely insane.
Mathews: Not for long.
Cable throws a heavy right hand and Enigma returns fire. The two trade three right hands back and forth until Cable gets the upper hand and bounces Enigma into the ropes and the two run into each other shoulder to shoulder and neither man moves. Enigma points at the ropes for Cable to hit them and try his luck. Cable obliges and bounce off the ropes and runs right into Enigma, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoes throughout the arena but neither man moves. Enigma hits the ropes and floats right over the top and lands nearly on his head as Chatman hails the top rope down. Stylez slides into the ring and and cracks Cable square in the back of the head with a clean Chair shot which sends him stumbling forward.
CJJ: I think it’s going to take more than that to put the beast down there Stylez.
Stylez takes the chair and bounces off of the ropes and chop blocks the back of left knee of Cable witht the chair which drops him to one knee. Stylez bounces off of the ropes and drives Cable straight in the face with a thunderous chair shot that flattens him back first on the mat.
Mathews: OUCH! Did you hear that?!?
CJJ: Yes, I’m not dead Patty.
Dubois has joined in with Chatman on the outside pounding on the downed Enigma before Chatman suddenly decides to turn around and slap Dubois across the face and then toss him over the timekeepers table sending him crashing into the equipment knocking shit everywhere. Stylez bounces off of the ropes inside the ring and suicide dives through the middle ropes crashing into Chatman knocking him down to the floor. Enigma has made it back to his feet and grabs ahold of Stylez in a belly to belly suplex and heaves him directly over the barrier into the audience that has moved so he crashes into empty chairs and an exposed concrete floor. The crowd is chanting HOLY SHIT!
Mathews: I’m with them.
CJJ: This thing has completely broken down just like I predicted it would.
Enigma slides back into the ring to meet the beast once again who has slowly made it to his feet but is having issues with his knee. Cable shoves Enigma back into the ropes after the two shared some words and Enigma kicks him right in the knee on the rebound back and grabs ahold of Cable in a belly to belly just like he did to Stylez and tosses him right over the top rope to the floor.
CJJ: HOLY COW, WHAT POWER BY ENIGMA.
Cable, Chatman and Dubois are all grouped up on the floor as Enigma scales to the top rope and looks down at the guys on the floor before delivering an Asai Moonsault crashing into all three sending them all to the floor in a heap.
Mathews: HOLY FFFU— I have never seen Enigma try anything like that in all my time calling his matches.
CJJ: That was INSANE!
Enigma hops back to his feet and grabs a nearby ladder and sets it up longways from the ring apron to the barrier and walks around the other side of the ring and does the same thing. Enigma also grabs another chair and tosses it into the ring as well as slides a table and then another into the ring and slides in behind them. Enigma begins setting up furniture in the ring starting with a table leaned up in the corner and when he turns around John Cable and Sam Chatman have entered the ring with a ladder, one holding each side and they run through Enigma crushing his face with the centre of the ladder driving him to canvas in a hurry. The two drop the ladder and scooo Enigma to his feet and hoists him up with a double suplex right on top do the ladder, Enigma rolls in pain while Chatman grabs a steel chair and bounces off the ropes and drops kicks it into the downed Engimas back sending him under the ropes and down to the floor.
Mathews: this is too much action to keep up with.
Stylez is back over the barrier and attacking Dubois. The two trade forearm smashes several times until Stylez gets the upper hand and drive a knee right into Dubois midsection and floats him over to the floor with a snap suplex. Stylez looks down at Dubois and claps his hands together and then Chatman throws a chair outside the ring and crushes him right in the side of the head dropping him back to the floo. Cable gets out of the ring and grabs the downed Stylez and Dubois and goozles then both for a double chokeslam through the announce table.
Mathews: LOOK OUT!!
Cable scoops them both up and the do a double thumb to the eye which causes him to drop them and the kick him in the midsection and drive him to the floor with a double DDT. Chatman slides out of the and begins firing off right hands, one to Dubois and then one to Stylez back and forth until he can no longer keep up with the two and Dubois throws a spin kick to the side of his head which stumbles him back and Stylez drives him down to the floor with a reverse suplex landing him right on his face and chest. Enigma has made a recovery and clotheslines the living daylights out of Dubois sending him down to the floor and then hammers Stylez with two hard right hands and then a spinning back fist and grabs him by the throat and picks him up and tosses him through the announce table with the cover and monitors still on it and exploding everywhere.
CJJ: WHAT THE FUCK?! You just spilled my coffee.
Enigma stares at CJJ and the points down at at the mangled up Stylez and tells him to shut up. Cable has made it back to his feet and clubs away at the back of Enigma before hoisting him up for a backdrop and Enigma slips out the back door and lands on his feet and shoved him head first into Chatman, the two clonk heads and Enigma runs and pounces into them both sending them both crashing to the floor. Enigma slides into the ring and sets the ladder that Cabke and Chatman drilled him with up in the middle of the ring and then sets up the other table directly right in front of it. Enigma turns around and Dubois is perched on the top rope and he leaps off with a hurricanrana and sends Enigma flying into the corner with the table setup in it and he crashes through head and body first sending pieces of woods and bolts flying everywhere. The fans begin a HOLY SHIT CHANT!
Mathews: Enigma has a target firmly planted on his back in this match.
CJJ: I wouldn’t be messing around with him either, get him out of there as fast as you can.
Cable and Chatman both slide into the and face off with Dubois who stands alone. Dubois stomps on a chair in a fancy fashion and it spikes up quick enough for him to grab ahold of it and swing it full tilt for Cables head who ducks and WHAM!! Nails Chatman right in the face and drops him to canvas with blood almost instantly pouring out of his head.
CJJ: Why is the lone wolf working with someone else!? Defeats the purpose of the name doesn’t it?
Cable throws a high boot to the chair and spikes it back into the face of Dubois sending him back into the ropes with the chair still in hand. Cable rips the chair out of his hands on the rebound and cracks him across the face with it and Dubois once again leans back into the ropes to hold himself up as his eyes glaze over. Cable throws the chair to the mat and then hooks both arms of Dubois and throws him over head onto the chair with a double underhook suplex. Dubois crashes into the chair and bounces back up holding his back before falling down again holding his back writhing in pain. Cable goes to check on Chatman who with blood pouring down his face shoveds him away right into Johnny Stylez who has slide into the ring with a barbed wire kendo stick and cracks Cable right across the head not once but twice and the drives it across his mid section which curls him over. Stylez drops the kendo stick to the mat and delivers a fameasser to the Cabke driving him face first into the barbed wire kendo stick causing his flesh to rip on the exposed parts of his mask. Stylez gets down on one knee and pulls his mask back and grinds his face into the barbed wire causing him to bleed all over. Stylez stands and is mighty impressed with himself. The bloody Chatman comes flying from behind with a bicycle kick to the back of Stylez head which bounces him off the ropes gut first back into the clutches of Chatman who takes him to the canvas with a snap dragon suplex and Stylez head cracks the edge of one of the chairs in the ring. Chatman makes a cover.
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THRE—
Cable pulls Chatmans leg, dragging him off of Stylez and breaking up the cover. Dubois grabs a chair and jumps and slides it underneath his legs and drives it into the bag of Chatmans head and then does the same to Cable and makes a quick cover on John.
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ENIGMA BREAKS UP THE COVER.
Enigma then scoops up Dubois right off of the canvas and lawn darts him into the ladder but he catches himself and scales up to the top rather quickly and then dives off with a half moonsault splash but is caught by Enigma who power slams him through the table set up right in front of the ladder with excruciating force and lays on top for the cover.
CJJ: JESUS, Enigma just broke Dubois in half.
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THRE—
DUBOIS KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!!
Dubois rolls out of the ring to the floor to recover.
Enigma turns his attention to the bloodied up Chatman and picks him up off of the canvas and tosses him out of the ring tumbling to the floor and then turns to focus on Cable who is slowly making it to his feet. Enigma welcome him to his feet and once he does the two powerhouses begin to throw heavy strikes at each other, haymaker, elbow, kick, neither man gets the upper hand before Stylez scales the ladder in the centre of the ring and leaps off toward Cable and Engima who are near the ropes. Enigma side steps him all together and Cable takes notice and swats him away like fly with a mid air shove to the outside of the ring and Stylez goes crashing through the ladder that is set up between the apron and the barrier on the one side of the ring. Stylez lays motionless in a heap of twisted metal and bone. Enigma has pulled the ladder to the opposite side of the ring where the other ladder lays horizontally perched and begins to climb to the top. Enigma invites Cable to scale the ladder as well who has now turned his attention to what is happening. Cable walks over to the ladder with blood dripping down his chest as begins to scale the ladder.
Mathews: Two big men at the top of the ladder, this spells nothing but disaster.
Suddenly Dubois fires a chair at Enigma which bounces off of the side of his head stunning him momentarily. Dubois then rushes and grabs the barbed wire kendo stick that has blood and flesh on it and begins to beat the shit out of Cables back with it causing him to leave the ladder, when he turns around Dubois cracks him once again across the head with it causing the stick to explode. Cable goes down and Dubois rushes to the top of the ladder and sunset flip powerbomb Enigma off of the ladder over the ropes and to the ladder waiting below. Dubois and Enigma hit the ladder and it explodes all over the place as the two go through it and crash into the floor. Enigma is motionless in one side of the ring laying on a broken ladder, Stylez is on the other side of the ring in the same state. Dubois is rolling around writhing in pain holding his lower back while the referee is calling for medics to check him out.
CJJ: Dubois might have just seriously hurt his back, stupid maneuver.
Mathews: You have to take a little risk every now and again in a match like this.
Chatman slides a table into the ring and a black felt bag behind it. Chat scales the apron gingerly and climbs into the ring with blood pouring out of his face into the canvas, he sets up the table near a corner and then has a light bulb go off above his head and gets a second table from outside the ring and gets back in with it and sets it up right behind the other. Chatman grabs ahold of Stylez who has barely slid into the ring trying with every ounce of him to get back into the action and hoists him up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and F5’s him crashing him face first into the mat. Cable stands and grabs ahold of Chatman and hoists him up into a torture rack and then twists into a brain buster to the canvas!
Mathews: DARKEST HOUR!!! Cable just drove Chatman to the canvas with the darkest hour.
CJJ: Every man for himself when you’re in a cold metal hell.
Cable makes a cover on Chatman
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CJJ: WHAT THE HELL?!?
Dubois has jumped off of the stretcher that the medics have put him on and scales the top rope once again and flew half way across the ring splashing Cable off of the Chatman cover. Dubois stands and backs himself into the corner and runs across the ring and stomps Cables face into a chair.
Mathews: FLAVOUR OF THE WEEEEEEK!!! DUBOIS CAN END THIS WHOLE THING RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW.
Dubois shoved Chatman to the outside and makes the cover on Cable.
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Stylez has made it back to his feet and with all of his might he curb stomps Dubois into next year breaking up the cover. Styles uses all of his effort to shove Cable to the outside of the ring under the bottom rope and goes to make a cover on Dubois but Engima has made it back into the ring just barely and pulls him to his feet by the back of his trunks. Stylez turns around and realizes the danger he is in and drops to his knees and low blows Engima causing him to drop to a knee. Stylez heads for the top rope right in front of where the two tables are that Chatman setup when suddenly….
CJJ: What the hell is this jackass doing out here again? He’s about to fuckup a great match. Get out of here!!!
Mathews: I think Damage has some unfinished business that he’s ready to take care of.
Stylez takes his eye off the ball and begins trash talking Damage who is walking down the ramp way.
Mathews: I wouldn’t lose sight of what you’re doing here Stylez.
Stylez goes to scale down the turnbuckles to go and meet Damage on the ramp when suddenly Enigma jumps over the tables with an athletic leap and lands on the middle turnbuckle and grabs ahold of Stylez by the throat and scales to the top with him in hand and jumps off the top turnbuckle spinning Stylez around and driving him into the two tables setup below them with a CHOKEBOMB! Stylez crashes through the tables and is absolutely motionless.
CJJ: QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS!!!!!! ENIGMA ENDS SO MANY PEOPLE WITH THAT VERY MOVE.
Before Enigma has the chance to make a cover Cable and Chatman have made it back to the ring apron prepared to stop the count but Engima stands and picks up two chairs and tosses them both full speed into their faces dropping them back to the floor. Engima walks back over to Stylez very gingerly as he has taken a lot of damage in this match and falls to both knees and places his hands on his chest.
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Mathews: Thank good god this is all over! BUT WHAT THE HELL IS DAMAGE DOING COSTING JOHNNY STYLEZ A MATCH THAT HE COULD HAVE WON FAIR AND SQUARE.
CJJ: Name of the game kid. Enigma leaves victorious once again. Somebody will stop him someday it just isn’t today.
The fans begin chanting BULLSHITT as Marlena Bennett makes her announcement.
Bennett: HEEERE IS YOUR WINNER OF FUUULL METTAAAALL MAYYYYHEMMM…. THE MONSTER MAAAACHIIINE… ENIIIIIIIGMAAAAA!!!
Mathews: let’s cut to another commercial break as the staff get this mess cleaned up and the medics check on those involved in this disaster.
CJJ: Sure thing, Patty.
Enigma rolls out of the ring and slowly makes his way up the ramp holding his back and neck while medics rush the ring.
Bennett: LAAAADIIIIESSS AND GENTLEMEEEEN, IT IS NOOOW TIME FOR YOUR MAAAIN EVENNNTT OF THE EVENING, THIS IS A TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS CONTEST. INTRODUCING FIRST….
"Look In My Eyes" hit on the sound system hyping me up to make my way down towards the ring side area. I pulled the black curtain from out of my way and walked to the top of the stage and hit my signature dance to entertain the crowd before I made my way down the ramp. I rolled myself into the ring under the bottom rope and made myself at home inside the ring awaiting for my opponent.
Bennett: HE HAILS FROM BROOKLYN NEEEEW YOOORK, CLYYYYYDEEEE NEEEEWTONNNN!!!
The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, darkly smirking down at the fans.
"This Time... It's Different."
After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the stage, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, two figures appear through the smoke and haze. Peter Vaughn walks forward first, followed by Chronic Chris Page stays behind him, smiling at the reaction Vaughn is getting. They stop at the top of the ramp, surveying the hatred from the crowd. From Vaughn's reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile, with Page right behind him. The two make their way into the ring, heading into a corner to discuss some last-minute strategy.
Bennett: ANND HIIIS OPPONENT, HE HAILS FROM DALLASSS TEXASSSS, HE IS THE FOOORMERR WGWF WORLD CHAMPIIOOON, THE MECHANICCCC, PETERRRRRRR VAAAAAAAUGHNNNNNNN!!!
Mathews: Standing inside the middle of the ring on one side you have one of the most accomplished superstars in wrestling Peter Vaughn. Standing across from him is a newcomer to WGWF but has been making leaps and strides every event Clyde Newton. In a match that has been widely buzzing for the past week we will see these two men compete in a best of three falls.
CJJ: Very astute observation.
The referee falls for the bell as the two men are ready to rock and roll.
DING DING DING
The fans are torn between boos and cheers for both men, Newton is soaking up the moment while Vaughn is just ready to get things underway and could care less about what the people think like the seasoned veteran that he is.
Both men are quick to meet up in the middle of the ring before locking up against each other. A true testament of strength and they both fight to gain the upperhand. Peter Vaughn gets the best of the exchange as he is able to shove Newton away from him. The crowd begins to roar even more in support. Frustrated by the outcome Newton comes back with a left hand that hits Vaughn in the chin sending him to one knee. The fans aren’t happy with this as they continue to boo. Flexing in the ring in arrogance Vaughn makes his way to his feet from one knee. Newton turned the opposite direction, still posing, but didn't see him quite yet. Turning around to refocus on Vaughn he is caught with a move that Vaughn calls Get out of my ring!. With plenty of vertical leap and force that dropkick sends Newton flying towards the ropes and stumbles between the middle and top rope hitting the floor outside. Vaughn flashes a smile as Newton stands outside the ring more frustrated than before. Not getting into the ring right away he shakes his head and uses the time to regain some composure as the ref begins to count him out.
Mathews: Is Newton giving up before we have even started?
CJJ: You would be creaming in your pants.
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Using the timer to his advantage, the crowd is still unhappy about it; he rolls back inside the ring to break up the count. Still unsatisfied with rest he was able to get he rolls back outside the ring once again as the count started.
The fans are chanting THIS IS BULLSHIT
Mathews: I’m with them.
CJJ: Of course you are, you are a follower not a leader.
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Peter Vaughn isn’t having any of these games as he joins Newton on the outside who is doing anything in his power to ignore the time. Vaughn walks around the ring where Newton is standing unexpectedly. Grabbing him from behind and turning him around he hits him with a snap DDT sending him crashing hard to the floor. Vaughn doesn’t want to alleviate the pressure but rolls back inside the ring to stop the current count. Running full force from the opposite side of the ring with full momentum towards Newton he drives with force through the middle ropes hitting him with a suicide dive causing Newton to hit his head against the barricade and he is down and out. Newton begins Rolling around a little but unable to get to his feet once again. Again the ref begins the count.
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Vaughn gets back into the ring and breaks the count.
Mathews: Newton is in over his head here.
Newton has begun to get to his knees from his laying down position before he shakes off the cobwebs and rolls inside the bottom ropes. Again the crowd is unhappy and letting him hear it. Vaughn standing in the middle of the ring with a look of shock on his face and not sure what it is going to take to keep him down. Vaughn grabs Newton by the head as he guides him to his feet and looks to be setting up for the sitout jawbreaker. Newton has something else in mind as he spins around and reverses it, hitting Vaughn with a fallaway slam. With both men down Newton scrambles on his knees to Vaughn laying on the mat and goes for the cover.
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VAUGHN KICKS OUT!
CJJ: In over his head my ass.
Outraged by the count as he felt it was a little slow Newton gets up from the mat and gets in the ref's face screaming and shouting. What he doesn’t notice is how well he is doing and in the meantime Vaughn has made it up to his feet also and is just waiting for Newton to turn around as you could hear the fans roaring for this contest. As Newton turns around he is met with a high arching dropkick that sends him flying back towards the mat. With Newton down Vaughn knows he needs to do something drastic to keep Newton down and gain the first fall. Walking over to the body of Newton on the mat he applies an Armbar in the middle of the ring. Screaming in agony and pain the lock is tight. With nowhere to go Newton fights through the pain for several minutes before he finally is able to inch himself towards the bottom rope of the ring. Still unsure if he will have the exact strength to make it he struggles but is able to grab the bottom rope. Vaughn stands and pulls Newton to his feet and goes behind him and drives him to the canvas with a ZIGZAG.
MATHEWS: REVENGED!!!!
Vaughn makes the cover.
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Bennett: Fall number one goes to Peter Vaughn.
Mathews: Yes he is in over his head, Cory. HE is facing one of the longest reigning champions in history.
Both men are exhausted at this point as Vaughn stands to his feet. The crowd is still raging on as this contest still has a while to go yet. Vaughn allows Newton back to his feet and is the first to make a move as he exits his corner where he took a rest and heads back in the direction of Newton allowing him the least rest possible he grabs him by the arm and turns him facing him. Leaving him standing there he hits the rope with force and delivers a sling blade. The force of the move is enough to send Newton crashing back down the mat. With him down and set up in a perfect position Vaughn sees another opportunity. Making his way to the corner of the ring he climbs up the turnbuckle. Pausing for a moment with a smile on his face he sets up and hits a perfectly executed diving elbow drop dead center to his chest. The impact of the move was enough to take the wind out of both men as Vaughn is able to get a half cover on Newton.
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NEWTON KICKS OUUUT!!
Mathews: Newton was able to kick out as the cover was never fully synched in.
CJJ: You are so brilliant aren’t you?
With a look of disbelief on his face Vaughn couldn’t be more disappointed as you can see the frustration building on his face. Vaughn stands and begins walking around the ring contemplating what more he needs to do he becomes sidetracked. Newton has now made it back up to his feet ever so slowly while Vaughn was turned around. The moment he turns his back around he is met with a superkick that sends him stumbling without falling over. Newton kicks Vaughn in the midsection which curls him over and Newton is now able to hook the arms and legs of Vaughn and hoist him and hit him with a Lyrical Clash. Planting him face first in the middle of the ring.
Mathews: This could be enough for Newton to gain a fall of his own.
Newton quickly scrambles to a cover and hooks one of Vaughns legs and the referee drops for the count.
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VAUGHN KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND:
Mathews: The heart of a champion.
CJJ: What the hell would you know about that?
Vaughn still has the awareness to kick out from the cover. Newton this time doesn’t get distracted by arguing with the referee but instead shoots back up to his feet. Stocking Vaughn he watches and waits patiently for him to get back to his standing upright position. Thinking he has him in a prime spot to hit him with his finisher he is surprised that Vaughn is able to beat him to the punch not once but twice which turns Newton around grabbing the ropes to hood himself up. Vaughn stalks and sets up for the ZIGZAG, Newton holds onto the ropes causing Vaughn to fall on his back as soon as he tries.
CJJ: Newton baited him, that was genius.
Vaughn makes it quickly back to his feet and throws a short arm clothesline but Newton ducks and hits the ropes with a full head of steam and out of nowhere drills Vaughn with a spear nearly breaking Vaughn in half you can see the smirk on his face as he gets down to cover Vaughn once again.
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Bennett: The winner of the second fall… CLYYDE NEEWTON! It is now sudden death.
The fans are going crazy.
CJJ: Sudden death, How’s that for the kid being in over his head?
Mathews: Sure, he has hung with Vaughn so far but you’re going to eat those words when he gets put down but the former champion.
With both men now up a fall on each other the fans continue raging and begin a HOLY SHIT CHANT. both men know this is home stretch and you can see it in their eyes that they know they need to give everything they have left in the tank..
Mathews: Newton knows even scoring one pin fall over Vaughn Is huge for his career.
CJJ: I won’t argue.
Both men stand to their feet and meet in the middle of the ring exchange some very exhausting looking punches back and forth. As they are doing so the crowd is chanting yes everytime Vaughn strikes Newton. On the other hand they are chanting no every single time Newton responds. After a few moments of exchanges Vaughn is able to hit a tilt-a-whirl ddt sending Newton's head into the middle of the mat. A few moments later Newton rolls over and you could see the blood trickeling down his forehead. It’s not a big gash but it’s dripping enough to leave a small puddle on the canvas.
CJJ: Delicate flesh to bleed off of a rug burn.
Mathews: You said it.
CJJ: No shit Sherlock.
The referee had pushed Vaughn away from Newton to check to see if he is alright. Newton pushes back the referee and yells that he is alright the referee gives the green light for the match to continue.
CJJ: After all we have seen tonight there is no way they can stop this contest for a little juice.
Newton grabs a hold of Vaughns kegs and drives through him with a double leg and the two go straight through the middle ropes and crash to the floor in a heap with a loud thud. The fans go crazy as the two men are now rolling around the floor tossing punches at each other. Newton gets in the full
Mount and drives down with hard rights and then Vaughn reverses the position and hammers down with rights of his own. Newton shrugs him off and the two stand up and continue trading strikes. Vaughn gets the upper hand and takes a few steps back and runs at Newton who side steps and drives Vaughn into the ring steps sending them flying everywhere. Newton is exhausted but poses to the fans who hate every second of it. Vaughn has crawled over to the barrier and hauled himself to his feet and Newton dashes at him with a clothesline but gets back body dropped over the barrier to the concrete on the other side.
CJJ: This fight is going into the audience.
Mathews: This ain’t a street fight and I don’t think they realize that the referee has now made it to a count of 6!
CJJ: I don’t think they care.
Vaughn climbs over the barrier holding his shoulder and hoists Newton to his feet and headbutts him right in the face sending him stumbling further into the audience who are raging on! Vaughn is in hot pursuit and when he catches up Newton throws a spinning elbow that stuns Vaughn and attempts a DDT on the concrete on him but Vaughn sweeps him to the concrete and gets on top of him and begins reigning huge elbow strikes to the face and the guard of Newton. The referee has hit the count of ten and called for the bell. Vaughn looks toward the ring and realizes that Marlena Bennett is making an announcement.
Marlena Bennett: This match has ended in a DRAW AS A RESULT OF A DOUBOE COUNT OUT.
The fans boo and Vaughn gets really angry and begins smashing down even harder on Newton and then gets reversed by Newton who is also frustrated and takes it out on Vaughns face.
CJJ: FUCK, let these guys go all night!
Mathews: Everyone in this arena wants to see it.
CJJ: Unfortunately I don’t think that is what’s going to happen as security is now break the two up.
Security rips Newton and Vaughn off of each other as they continuously scream at each other while being dragged opposite ways through the crowd. The fans are chanting LET THEM FIGHT! As they get pulled out of sight.
CJJ: On the upside at some point or the other we are going to get to see this happen again.
Mathews: I CANT WAIT FOR IT PARTNER.
CJJ: Partner? Shut your hole Patty,
Mathews: Famous last words from you as always Cory, THANK YOU EVERYONE HERE LIVE AT THE CCPE ARENA AND WATCHING AROUND THE WORLD, WE HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED YOUR FIEST EPISODE OF MELEE AND WE HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN SOON. ON BEHALF OF CORY, THE WGWF AND MYSELF WE WISH YOU WELL AND A GOODNIGHT!
CUT TO BLACK!
big thank you to all those who turned in segments and those who assisted with some of the match writing.
Johnny Stylez and Clyde Newton.