Monday Night Smash Results: 11.13.23
Nov 13, 2023 18:28:40 GMT -5
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Post by Chris Page on Nov 13, 2023 18:28:40 GMT -5
As the screen goes black, the anticipation grows. You know what’s coming. You’ve been waiting for it all week long. The start of something extremely special. The debut of a new era in professional wrestling. As the picture comes into focus, we can see that standing before us is an empty ring, set up inside an empty arena. A figure can be seen, walking towards the squared circle. The cloaked person makes their way up the ring steps, cleaning their feet on the apron before stepping inside. They look around towards the ropes, testing them, before making their way to the center of the ring and raising their arms wide. That’s when we first see the sledgehammer sliding out from one of the sleeves. The individual holds it like an old friend for a few moments before turning to the camera.
”Let Us Begin…”
The sledgehammer is then raised up high into the air, before coming crashing down towards the WGWF logo in the center of the ring. As soon as it hits, the screen lights up in fire and flames. The theme music to Smash begins, leading us into footage of various wrestlers putting on their best maneuvers in their quest for victory.
The final wrestlers are shown, with the WGWF Smash Champion Enigma delivering Damnation to his foe on one side, while WGWF World Champion “Cholo” Giovanni Santana hits the El Matador on the other side. The impact from both maneuvers seems to shatter the screen, bringing us into the sold out Amway Center in Orlando, Florida. The WGWF fans are wild, cheering loudly as the fireworks display goes off, signaling the beginning of the first episode of WGWF Monday Night Smash! We head over to the side, joining two commentators who are well known from their days with The Entity.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hello, everyone, and welcome to Monday Night Smash!! This show started out as the dream of one of the greatest wrestler promoters to ever grace this sport, our friend, Smash. And now, it continues on in his name, as we bring you the incredible action you’ve come to expect from the WGWF! I’m Patrick Mathews, and with me is my broadcast partner, CJJ!
CJJ: Partner is a bit of a stretch. I’m the one who carries these shows, remember? You’re basically my sidekick.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You believe what you want. But I know you’re as excited as I am to see what we have in store for us on this historic night!
CJJ: Really, I only care about what The Fortunate Ones are doing. They made a mockery of the B Show, Brawl, but tonight, they get to come home to the A Show! My show!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We definitely have a full card tonight, including some debuting talents, a series of singles & tag matches that could headline any show elsewhere, and a tremendous main event where we decide the first #1 contender for Enigma’s Smash Championship!
CJJ: My money’s on J-Mont to win that one.
PATRICK MATHEWS: … J-Mont’s not in the match, CJJ. He’s not in the main event.
CJJ: J-Mont is ALWAYS the main event.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We are trying to kick off the first ever SMASH show, but I was just given word that something is going on in the back of the arena.
CJJ: I love it. What a way to kick off the show with some issues and drama. My cup of tea.
The cameras are in the back of the arena and the Titantron is lit up for the fans to keep up with what is going on in the back. All you see is empty parking spots and the back door to enter the arena. Nothing else. Not even a ball of tumbleweed has come through the area.
CJJ: Well, looks like your point of contact for information sucks.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Something doesn't seem right. He has never let me down when he gives me information like this.
CJJ: Wait, he has gone down on you before?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I hope the new General Manager can find a replacement for you because I am not going to deal with this every show.
CJJ: Cry me a river and go over to the B Show, Monday Night Brawl.
Looks like the source was right as you can hear the sound of a vehicle approaching the area where the cameras are stationed. And HOLY SHIT! This is just not any kind of vehicle. You want to talk about a Grand Entrance. You can see a 2024 Lamborghini Gallardo Limousine in a shiny gold color pulling up. As this one of a kind limousine comes to a stop, you can see the driver’s door open up.
The man that gets out of the driver's side of the vehicle has a slight resemblance of someone.
CJJ: OMG! Is that Peter Vaughn? Is he double dipping on pay? Wrestling on Brawl and driving for J Mont on Smash?
PATRICK MATHEWS: People have look alikes in life. That is not Peter Vaughn.
CJJ: You could have fooled me. That looks exactly like him.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Why would a multiple time World Champion need to drive a limo for someone he hates?
As the Vaughn look alike walks around the vehicle, he opens the doors in the middle that comes completely straight up. And when you see the inside of this limo, you can see the colorful neon lights all around. The custom bar that is fully loaded. The 2 tone leather stitched seats to match the gold exterior. Maybe one day when you dream it, you can drive it but right now, the Vaughn look alike pops his head letting everyone know they are here. And the first person to come out is none other than Amber Mansley and let me tell you, no one on the front cover of any modeling magazine has nothing on her tonight. Absolutely stunning and we are sure that all the men in the Smash locker room will try to make their move on her. And after her, you need to have the sexiest male and best father follow. J Mont steps out next and dressed to the “T”. Custom Italian Suit straight from Italy. A rolex that Mark Cuban wished he could have. As J Mont stands next to Amber, you then see some GOLD to match the limo itself. Saving the best for last. Out steps the SMASH World Champion Enigma. The Machine.The Beast. The Best around in the business today. With the World Title over his Shoulder, J Mont shakes his hand followed by a pat on the back. Best buds is what a lot of people know these 2 as. Amber and Enigma nod. The Vaughn look alike closes the door and walks back around to the drivers side as he knows his job is done for now until the show is over.
THE FORTUNATE ONES HAVE ARRIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Artwork done by a young fan of the Fortunate Ones and wanted to show it off!!!
J MONT: We made the impact on Brawl, and it’s not even our show. Tonight, we make the TRUE statement. Amber sets the tone by beating the living shit out of Skylar Carsons. Enigma will make their statement and let the world know that the World Title is going nowhere. Not to Clyde. Not to Cable. Not to Damage. That World Title is like a Always and Forever thing for Enigma.
AMBER MANSLEY: Really not worried about Carsons, but I will make sure the fans get their money's worth and the rest of the Smash roster realizes that The Fortunate Ones are the best thing in this industry today.
Enigma stands tall and nods his head at the 2. Big E has a lot on his mind and will let it all out tonight, but for now, it sounds as if J Mont and Amber will be doing all the talking, something they are very good at.
J MONT: You know Amber, it’s kind of quiet right now.
AMBER MANSLEY: You’re right J. Something is missing.
The stomach of Enigma growls, as his appetite for destruction and title reigns grows hungry. Mont and Amber laugh because that was the clue they needed.
J MONT: The Fat Man. He was right behind us. I don't know what is taking him so long.
AMBER MANSLEY: You know last time he was pissed about not getting Arby’s. I bet he made a pit stop.
5 MINUTES GO BY
The Fortunate Ones are getting impatient now, but they are in luck. You can see the headlights of a vehicle coming their way.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I hope it’s someone that hits J Mont and gets him off TV and the Smash roster for good.
CJJ: You can be arrested for a comment like that.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Are you Derrick Diamond Jr? Get off J Mont’s nuts.
CJJ: You're just mad you can’t have your source’s nuts in your face right now. Shut up and enjoy this!
As the vehicle gets closer, you can see a small, almost like clown vehicle, tilted a little more towards the driver's side. HE IS HERE! FLASH ROTTEN has arrived in style as well.
J Mont, Big E and Amber are all laughing as Flash parks and attempts to get himself out of the car. When he finally gets out, you can see a stain on his shirt. Something told me that Amber was right and he made a pit stop, which caused him to run late.
J MONT: What took you so long and what's that stain on your shirt?
FLASH ROTTEN: Traffic was terrible getting here and the horsepower on this Geo Prizm you guys gave me is terrible. Also had to stop 3 times for gas. Good gas mileage my ass for this little car.
AMBER MANSLEY: You're the reason the gas mileage is terrible. You even fucked up the shocks and suspension. That’s coming out of your check.
FLASH ROTTEN: You don’t pay me.
J MONT: If you want to get paid again, you will tell me what that stain on your shirt is.
Flash is kind of nervous because he knows very well of the temper of J Mont when he gets in that mood or zone. Amber is egging J Mont on pointing to the stain. Enigma adjusts the World Title and just wants to get inside already.
FLASH ROTTEN: Fine. You are right. It’s Arby’s Sauce. I was hungry and needed to eat something because I knew when we got here i wouldnt be able to. You guys are always about business and don't care about my hunger needs.
J MONT: I have hunger needs to Flash. It’s called to take over the Smash brand and show the new General Manager that we mean business and that he gets off on the right foot with US. You have one easy job here. Get the GM on the same page as us or ELSE!!!!!
Flash knows he has some pressure on him tonight as the FORTUNATES ONES are entering the building. This night is about to get crazy because when the FORTUNATE ONES are around, anything can and will happen. The new General Manager will have his hands full with this Threesome tonight and not the kind he wants.
CJJ: Buckle up everyone. This is about to be a good night.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I hope the new General Manager sets the tone early and shows them who is boss.
CJJ: Nobody can control The Fortunate Ones!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Leaving all that just happened aside, our first big mystery is ready to be solved. We know that “Chronic” Chris Page has assigned a new General Manager to run Smash, but the person’s name has been kept secret until now.
CJJ: Okay, fine, I’ll admit it, it’s me.
PATRICK MATHEWS: WHAT?? You’re joking!
CJJ: Yes, I am. Get Chris out here, I want to know who it is!
The Amway Arena come unglued upon the count down clock ticking away to zero before rolling into the theme from Terminator 2 (the superior of all Terminator’s, let’s be fair). All attention hits the top of the ramp where walking out through the curtain is “Chronic” Chris Page.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We don’t have to wait any longer!
Chris stands at the top of the ramp looking over the Amway Arena. There is a simple nod of his head before a light pound on his heart before he begins to make the walk toward the ring.
CJJ: The anticipation is KILLING me!
Chris makes his way to ringside and climbs up on the apron where he looks at the center of the mat at the Smash logo. Chris steps through the ropes and doesn’t walk across for a microphone, instead he kneels down and runs his right hand across the name Smash before dropping to all fours and kissing the center of the logo.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We will never forget you, Smash. We hope this program and all future ones do you justice. We love you for eternity.
Chris gets up and walks across the ring and now calls for the microphone. Page makes his way to the center of the ring, yet does not stand on the Smash logo, stands behind it. The music fades away leaving a solid ovation that breaks out into a “CCP! CCP! CCP! CCP!” chant from the Orlando crowd. Chris raises the microphone and states.
CHRIS PAGE: WELCOME TO MONDAY NIGHT SMASH!
The CCP chant fades into a huge ovation as Chris lowers the microphone. The ovation slowly starts to shift into a “SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!” chant causing Chris to step away and let the chant go on until it starts to fade away.
CHRIS PAGE: Tonight is the first of what we hope will be the first of many special nights here in the WGWF, and before I get down to business, the first thing I want to do is speak to one person.
Chris focussed his attention on the hard camera.
CHRIS PAGE: Smash.
Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: You might be gone but you will never be forgotten. There isn’t a day that passes that I don’t think about you and the conversations we were able to have; and the one constant I’m drawn back to is how you made me a better person, that’s fucking real.
Chris starts to get teary eyed but continues on.
CHRIS PAGE: I can’t thank you enough, and from the bottom of my heart I speak for everyone in this arena tonight, and everyone around the world when I say that we will always love you.
The crowd breaks out into another “SMASH” chant that echoes loud and proud. Chris lowers the microphone for several seconds and allows the chant to gradually die down before he continues.
CHRIS PAGE: When it comes to tasking someone as a General Manager it’s never an easy choice. I had conversations with five different individuals about this one position because I knew that whoever I hired must take this show as seriously as I do. It wasn’t the easiest decision, and I know that it’s going to make some people happy while others might get upset… but if you don’t trust me, don’t trust my decision making abilities, or trust that I know what the fuck I’m doing then don’t let the door hit you where the god lord split ya, because the individual that I hired is a guy that has a track record for success in running companies, he’s been tasked in other organizations as General Manager, he knows the levels of responsibility that comes with the position… but above all else, I trust him.
Anticipation builds further.
CHRIS PAGE: Ladies and Gentleman, would you please welcome the General Manager of Monday Night Smash… JONATHAN BARROWS!
The crowd turns at the sound of the music, a song none of them expected to hear tonight. There are some cheers from diehard GCWA fans who are still around, but there are also a lot of negative reactions from this WGWF audience as Jonathan Barrows walks proudly out of the back, brushing off his suit on his way towards the ring.
CJJ: Amazing! What an incredible decision by Chris Page, I take back half the nasty things I’ve said about him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t know, CJJ. This is going to be seen as a controversial move. Barrows may have made headlines for running the Global Championship Wrestling Association years ago, but he also is recognized as the man who brainwashed Peter Vaughn, turning him into the unstable wrestler he is today.
CJJ: I’m sure that’s right on his resume. Barrows turned Vaughn’s career around, he’s impacted numerous guys across the wrestling business, and now he’s here to whip Monday Night Smash into shape!
Barrows enters the ring by using the stairs, stepping through the ropes before turning to Chris Page. The two men consider each other, before Page offers his hand. Barrows shakes it, nodding to the top man in the WGWF. Page then turns and exits the ring, leaving Barrows with the mic.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for “Chronic” Chris Page, the man whose vision exceeds all.
Barrows initiates some clapping, although many fans are still reeling from his appearance that they don’t react.
JONATHAN BARROWS: And now, welcome, all of you… to my show: Monday… Night… SMASH! I guarantee to all of those here, and to all those watching at home, you’re witnessing the birth of one of the greatest shows in wrestling history. It will all start tonight, with the best competitors in the world making their way into the squared circle to showcase their abilities to all of you. I am someone that INSISTS on the best, so I will not rest until you fans get all you’re deserving of… and a whole lot more.
For a second, Barrows looks down, as if hiding a smirk. He shakes it off, looking back out at the crowd.
JONATHAN BARROWS: For those wrestlers in the back, I’m going to let you know right off the bat: I’m expecting PERFECTION from each and every one of you. I want all of you to live up to your supposed potential, and I will do anything and everything in my power to get you all there… or I will cut you loose, if you disappoint me too many times. This is the way of our business. This is the future of the WGWF. So join me on this ride with your absolute best… or take a walk now, and maybe you’ll find out Brawl is still hiring.
That gets some boos from the crowd, who have been Brawl fans for a long time now. Barrows shrugs, not really caring, as he’s not there to make the fans love him. He’s there to do business.
JONATHAN BARROWS: With that said… I do know one thing about all these fans here in this arena: they didn’t come here to watch a former wrestler like me. They’re here for competition… and they’re going to get it. On with the show!
With that, Barrows drops the mic and heads for the apron, leaving the referee to slide in and get rid of it. Barrows makes his way quickly towards the back, only giving a brief nod to some fans who reach out towards him. He’s got more important things to deal with than fan satisfaction.
PATRICK MATHEWS: So we’re entering uncharted waters. Will Jonathan Barrows be a blessing fo the Smash brand… or a curse?
CJJ: Oh ye of little faith. Give the man at least a show or two to impress you with his great moves! He’s the one who set up the matches tonight, isn’t he?
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s right, and as he said, we’re ready to begin! Let’s get to the first match!
All eyes turn towards the entryway as the patriotic music begins playing.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait a second… this isn’t either one of our first competitors, is it?
CJJ: Somehow I doubt Blade’s coming out to Sousa…
The camera moves on to the entryway, where a well-dressed woman steps out, smiling at the crowd and waving. Those that recognize her immediately give a cheer.*
CJJ: Who is that beauty?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait… that’s Memphis Belle!
CJJ: Who?
PATRICK MATHEWS: She’s a former wrestler who’s married to Aaron Warthog! I haven’t seen her at a wrestling event in ages!
CJJ: Hold on… someone like her… married the WARTHOG??
PATRICK MATHEWS: From what I hear, they’re very happy together, CJJ.
CJJ: … I just don’t understand the world sometimes…
Memphis Belle heads into the ring, nodding to the referee, who hands her the mic.
MEMPHIS BELLE: It’s great to be back! Thank you all! And now, it’s time to begin our first contest of the night! Hope you’re all ready!!
The crowd cheers loudly, because let’s face it, they came here for wrestling, and they’ve been getting impatient.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Our first contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing 6’3” and weighing 260 lbs, from Boston, Massachusetts, here is “THE SURGEON OF THUGANOMICS” JOHN BLADE!!
The Time is now hits to play as John Blade 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.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Blade is looking for a change after some recent defeats here in the WGWF. A new show might make a huge difference for him, and help him start moving up the ladder once again.
CJJ: He didn’t even get in a match at the Cannabis Cup, did he? I suppose there’s nowhere to go but up for the man at this point.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, his opponent, making his way to the ring. Standing 6’8” and weighing 350 lbs, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, here is MADDOX!!
The lights are dimmed as the monster of a man slowly makes his way past the black curtain. With his music hitting the sound system you could see the imposing figure appear on the top. With both arms extended out posing for several moments before he walks forward and down. When he reaches the bottom of the ramp he slides underneath the bottom rope inside the ring.
CJJ: This guy is terrifying up close!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He’s pretty scary from far away, too. We’ve already seen these two face off on a WGWF Dark match, with Maddox getting the victory. Tonight, we get to see them in action live!
CJJ: Good luck, Mr. Blade, you’re going to need it.
Maddox gets up in the ring, staring over at where John Blade is standing. He immediately heads that direction, ignoring the referee.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh my! Maddox isn’t going to wait for the bell as he charges across the ring taking it right to John Blade!
CJJ: How did he even see him in the first place?!
The referee calls for the bell to start the match, but Maddox is already three right hands into his attack at that point! The monstrous Maddox throws Blade into the corner and connects with a running knee which would collapse the chest of any normal man, but Blade stumbles out of the corner simply looking for a breather. From behind Maddox scoops up Blade and swings him around dropping him with a slam. There’s no pinfall attempt, however, as Maddox gets up with pure rage behind his eyes.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maddox just showing his barbaric nature here as he has shown no respect for any sort of rules here in this match.
CJJ: He’s definitely not a people person, I’d say.
Blade pulls himself up to his feet, and Maddox charges in again on the attack, however Blade is able to duck the wild lariat attempt and hoists all three hundred fifty pounds of Maddox up onto his shoulders with a fireman’s carry. Blade struggles with the weight for a moment, which gives Maddox a chance to hammer down with an elbow to the side of John Blade’s head and free himself. Maddox grabs Blade and slings him into the ring ropes, but on the return Blade jumps shoulder first into the massive chest of Maddox! Maddox stumbles backwards a few feet, as Blade is not one to ever give up, slings himself off the ropes again and hits another shoulder tackle attempt. Still nothing. Will the third time be a charm? Blade flies off the ropes again and leaps up but is met with a big boot by Maddox!! The crowd even recoils in horror as Maddox nearly takes Blade’s head off with that kick.
CJJ: That’s not good for the Surgeon of Thuganomics. Hopefully, he doesn’t have any surgeries scheduled in the next couple of days.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t think he’s actually a surgeon.
CJJ: What?
Maddox hooks the leg of Blade going for a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR-KICKOUT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: John Blade once again never giving up here, getting the shoulder up at the last moment.
CJJ: Really showing the grit that won him the ECWF Women’s championship.
Maddox doesn’t seem too upset by the kick out as it gives him the chance to wrap his hand around the throat of Blade one more time and pull him up to his feet. Blade fights back, though, with a couple of elbows to the midsection which breaks the chokehold. Blade slings himself off of the ropes again, but this time leaves his feet and sells out for the shoulder tackle which actually knocks the big man off of his feet!! Maddox gets right back up to his feet, but Blade charges from behind and connects with a leaping bulldog slamming Maddox face first into the canvas. Blade hooks the leg of Maddox going for a pin here.
ONE!!
T---KICKOUT!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maddox just powering out of that attempt, nearly throwing John Blade out of the ring!
CJJ: That’d probably be a good time to bounce from this match, to be honest. A guy of that size getting ticked like that? Yeah, I’m out.
Blade gets back up to his feet just as the big man sits back up, which gives him the opening to charge in and connect with an elbow smash right to the back of Maddox’s head. Playing to the crowd, Blade slings himself off of the ropes and goes for a knuckle shuffle which connects across the forehead of Maddox. Maddox gets up even more pissed than before, and as Blade goes for another fireman’s carry attempt Maddox grabs him by the back of the head and instead just shoves Blade right into the corner. Maddox charges in and connects with an avalanche splash into the corner with a heavy slam. Maddox picks up Blade into a vertical suplex hold…
“SLLLLLLLLLLAMMM!!”
…driving him down onto the mat with a brainbuster!! The monster gets right back up to his feet, once again not going for the cover, but instead runs his finger across his throat signaling to the crowd that he’s about to end this match. Maddox pulls Blade up to his feet like a rag doll and throws him into the ring ropes, Blade comes off as Maddox goes for the Bad Decisions…
PATRICK MATHEWS: No! John Blade somehow counters that spinning slam into an armdrag takeover! I didn’t think he had just technical skills to pull something like that off.
CJJ: That’s just basic thuganomics.
Maddox rolls back up to his feet up against the ropes, as Blade charges towards him and connects with a lariat which sends both men up and over to the outside of the ring crashing down onto the concrete floor!! Both men lay there wiped out from the fall for a moment before they slowly begin to roll back up to their feet. Blade uses the apron to get back up, while Maddox pulls himself back up to his feet
PATRICK MATHEWS: And now the action has spilled out onto the floor. Given what we know about both men, I think this puts John Blade at a serious disadvantage.
CJJ: Maddox is a monster, there’s no denying that.
Maddox takes a wild swing at Blade on the outside, but Blade is able to move out of the way just in time as Maddox ends up giving the ring a double axehandle instead. Blade unloads with a series of right and left hands trying to back the monstrous Maddox up in the process, however in a complete fit of rage Maddox grabs a hold of the back of Blade’s head and throws him…
“CRRRRRASSSH!”
...crashing shoulder first into the ring steps! From the impact by Blade’s shoulder the entire top part of the stairs are knocked off. Blade lays there in a heap of pain as Maddox stands over him ready to pounce some more.
CJJ: Maybe now would be a good time for John to give up.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t think he knows the words give up.
CJJ: Sure he does, it’s on his little towel.
Maddox picks up the body of John Blade and even with the referee giving all the proper warnings in the world, Maddox looks as if he’s about to drop Big Match John back first across those steel steps. But, just as Maddox goes to lift John up into the air and down, Blade is able to slip through his clutches and lands on his feet behind Maddox. The monstrous masked madman spins around and charges in towards Blade, but John dips and Maddox slams himself right into the corner turnpost! Maddox holds his shoulder in pain as Blade rolls him back into the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Blade taking the attack back into the ring now where he's probably a lot more comfortable with the surroundings.
CJJ: Like an operating room, or something?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Once again, he’s not a doctor or surgeon.
But he’s looking deadly now, as Maddox gets back up to his feet and John Blade flings himself up and over the top ropes connecting with a shoulder tackle knocking the big man off of his feet one more time!! John Blade gives his sneakers a couple of quick pumps as Maddox once again rolls back up to his feet. Blade slings himself off of the ropes and flings himself through the air going for a cross bodyblock…
“SLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAMM!”
…but he’s caught by Maddox who promptly slams John Blade down onto the mat really really really hard with a slam!! All the wind in John Blade’s lungs rush out of his mouth as hits the canvas in an awkward position!! Maddox gets up angry, once again not going for the pin, rather just being uncontrollable.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Uh, ref, I don’t think you want to get between them at this point.
CJJ: Is it proper for a referee to run for the hills? I personally say yes.
As Maddox slugs away at Blade, the ref calls out a warning… from about 5 feet away. Maddox doesn’t listen, as he instead hauls Blade up, grabbing him around the throat! He wants to make Blade Motionless, lifting him up into the air… but Blade frees himself at the top, dropping downwards and grabbing Maddox’s head on the way down, getting a jawbreaker! Maddox stumbles, holding his jaw, as Blade gets up, dusts himself off, and then runs to the ropes. He charges back in… right into Bad Intentions!!! The whole ring shakes from the impact, as Maddox stays on top for the cover.
1…
2…
THREE!!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Here is your winner… MADDOX!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maddox gets his second victory over Blade, as he may not have given up, but he certainly got knocked out!
CJJ: I think our Surgeon is going to need his own medical professional to check him out before going back to work…
PATRICK MATHEWS: For the last time, he’s not… oh, nevermind.
Maddox rises to his feet, still fuming as he looks down at the hurting Blade. He looks willing to inflict some more damage, but the referee intercedes, keeping Maddox’s attention while another attendant gets Blade out of the ring. The referee hesitantly raises Maddox’s arm, and he stands tall, as we cut away.
Stardate 20231024
The shot opens to the words, “THE MORNING AFTER CANNABIS CUP, NIGHT 2”.
The words fade to reveal Space Lord and Terry Marshall sitting at a table in a small diner named “Alice’s Restaurant”, yes, it is named after the song “Alice’s Restaurant” which is a Thanksgiving tradition, like the Dallas Cowboys. I guess I could have named the dinner “Tiffany’s” and then if anyone ever said we had nothing in common, I could say “What about breakfast at Tiffany’s?”. Does anyone else have pre-teen flashbacks? No, just me? Ok then.
Space Lord has a stack of pancakes, six deep, at least a dozen scrambled eggs, a plate overflowing with bacon, and a cup of orange juice. In front of Terry Marshall, a lone cup of black coffee. Space Lord is stuffing his face when he looks at his tag team partner. Terry Marshall is normally full of life and jovial, but this morning he is quiet and somber. Marshall rubs his jaw tenderly as it is still hurting, and already bruised from all the punishing attack the night before.
“You ok?”, Space Lord asks with a mouth full of pancakes. Marshall takes a sip of his coffee and looks out the window, after a moment of silence Marshall says, “I don’t know brother. I’ve got a lot on my mind. I’ve got Night of the Living Dead in less than a week, and now we got some masked men dressing up like John Cable and trying to break my jaw. I don’t know brother, sometimes I feel like Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon, too old for this crap.”. Marshall then looks down at his coffee and slowly takes another drink.
Space Lord leans in and begins whispering, saying, “Brother we are supposed to be fun babyfaces, this depression stuff is going to kill our merchandise sales. Besides, it’s too early in our run for a gimmick change”. “Kayfabe”, Marshall replies looking at the camera. Space Lord sits back, turns and looks into the camera, and takes a big bite of pancakes.
Marshall picks up an extra glass of ice water from the table and rubs his jaw with the cold glass. As Marshall sits the glass down he says, “It’s just, I don’t know…It’s just a lot of weight on my shoulders, coming to WGWF was supposed to be a way to blow off steam, and now it’s turning into extra pressure.”.
Space Lord shoves bacon into his mouth and chomps away, talking with his mouth full, “I blame those masked men, don’t worry we will find out who they are, I have my best man enlisting the services of a top-notch detective”.
Marshall sighs and rubs his forehead, “please tell me it isn’t Helmet”, Marshall says through the sigh. Space Lord laughs, with a mouth full of eggs, which sprays scrambled eggs all over the place. Marshall looks down and sees a piece of egg floating in his coffee, and slowly pushes the coffee away from him. After Space Lord stops laughing and spitting eggs everywhere, he says “No, I have Private Bug Girl looking for detective for you. PRIVATE,, HAVE YOU FOUND ANYONE!?!”
The camera pans over to the table directly beside Space Lord and Terry Marshall. At this table sits the entire crew of the Desolator, and Private Bug Girl is flipping through her Google machine, “I have a few options. One is Jessica Jones. Two, Adrian Monk. Three, Thomas Magnum, and fourth, Angela Lansbury” Bug Girl says.
“LANSBURY!” shouts Space Lord as he slams his fist into the table. The crew, and the entire dinner for that matter is startled. Marshall pinches his nose and squeezes his eyes closed as this sentence just hurts his brain. Marshall slowly exhales while saying, “Those are all TV characters, well except Angela Lansbury, that is the name of the actress who played… you know what, never mind”.
Big Girl looks a little embarrassed, as she slowly crumples the list of names he had written on her napkin. “Aren’t we TV characters?” Space Lord asks. Marshall looks at him in bewilderment and says, “Brother, we are on TV, not TV characters”. Space Lord squints and slowly says, “Very interesting”. Space Lord then moves his fork to his chin, tapping his chin with a bit of scrambled eggs. Space Lord looks off into the distance in thought.
Space Lord begins to speak softly as he stares off into the distance, “How we can trust that the world actually exists and that we’re not just being deceived by some evil genius? We don’t. And worse yet, that evil genius could work in television. We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented. What if this is all just a TV show? What if we are just in the matrix?”.
Everyone sits in silence and stares at Space Lord, everyone shocked and confused by Space Lord's comments. Marshall finally breaks the silence as he stands up from the booth and throws some money on the table while saying “I ain’t got time to wax poetic and philosophies brother, I got a team of Maniacs to prep for War Games, then I can focus on figuring out who attacked us”.
Marshall walks out of the diner, leaving the crew and Space Lord sitting in awkward silence. “Go talk to him… jeez…men”, Bug Girl finally says in frustration as she throws her hands up.
“But, my pancakes”, Space Lord says. Bug Girl just gives him the big crazy eyes and Space Lord sits his fork down and wipes his mouth while saying, “fine, fine, fine, get this food to go”. Space Lord exits the diner in pursuit of his friend and partner as the scene fades.
STARDATE: 20231111
The Stardate fades to a scene with Space Lord sitting at a desk, it is somewhere on the Starship Desolator, let’s say his study. The study smells of rich mahogany and contains many leather-bound books. The desk is, you guessed it, mahogany. Space Lord pulls off his glasses, and lays them on the desk. Yes, he is wearing reading glasses over face paint. On the desk are many photos of evidence and suspects. There are pictures of John Cable, King Poop, Artemis, JMont, and The Show Stealerz. There are also pictures of the double-masked John Cable’s, and a physical crowbar on the desk.
Space Lord pulls one of the balls on the reactionary that sits on his desk, you know the little thing with the balls that swing and clang into each other, reactionary as in every action has an equal or opposite reaction. Space Lord watches the balls clanging together trying to collect his thoughts. Space Lord watches the balls go back and forth and his eyes dart from the balls to the pictures and back and forth, finally, the clanging is too much for Space Lord who lets out a mighty roar. “RAAAAAAWWWWW!”, Space Lord shouts as he jumps to his feet and clears the contents of his desktop with a single swipe of his arm.
Space Lord’s chest moves heavily up and down as he seethes in anger. Space Lord slams both of his fists into the desktop, and leans forward with a snarl before speaking.
"John Cable, who is your twin? You are the Danny Devito to someone's Arnold Schwarzenegger. You will tell me who it is Johnathan, even if I have to beat it out of you. I am here and now, issuing a challenge to you. Be it one one-on-one, mask versus face paint, you versus me.
OR!!!
Bring your twin and let us dance the duo’s dance, as S.E.X takes on The Cable Twins, even for our titles. I will find out who did this to us, and we will have vengeance.
FACE ME JOHNNY CABLE!!!
Face the consequences of your actions. Bring your town, and let him face his consequences as well. If you do not meet me in the ring for combat, I will find you in the back and SMASH YOU!!!"
Space Lord slams his fist on the table again as the scene fades out.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is a New Talent Spotlight match!
The guitar riffs of “Hail to the King” tear through the arena and the roof absolutely blows off the place. The lights dim, and then the stage lights, white and red, start to move with the beat of the drum. As the drums play together and the music starts to flow, the lights stop beating and stay on as a large figure appears. The figure is draped in a leather duster with a hood over his head. He steps to the ramp leading to the ring and flips the hood off his head as the chorus says, “Hail to the King.” As the music continues, he starts his march to the ring, the fans who love him in a frenzy, and those who hate him hiding from the rabid fans. Men, women, and children bow to him and jab their hands into the air to the rhythm of the music. Bull stops and stares into the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: First, making his way to the ring, standing 6’10” and weighing 365 lbs, from The Great Northwoods of Michigan, here is “THE BASTARD” COREY BULL!!
Bull raises his hands above his head in an X and an explosion rocks the top of the stage and a mushroom cloud floats to the top of the arena as Bull climbs onto the apron and steps over the top rope
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull has had a long career in the business, winning numerous World Titles throughout the world, but as far as I can tell, he’s mainly sticking around just because he enjoys the violence.
CJJ: My kind of fighter. I see big things in the future for the Bastard.
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent, standing 6’5” and weighing 240 lbs, from Jacksonville, Florida, here is GIDEON KING!!
"There's Only One King" begins to play, and Gabriel King walks out of the back, wearing a fine robe. He throws it off, showing his powerful arms to the crowd, and he heads to the ring giving some high fives to anyone who wants them and a few who don't. He gets into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, pumped that he is going to win tonight.
PATRICK MATHEWS: King certainly seems confident coming into this one.
CJJ: I bet he’s the type to declare he won an argument when the person just walks away from him.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Haven’t you done that in the past?
CJJ: I didn’t say it was a bad thing. A victory is a victory, after all.
The bell sounds, getting this one under way. Bull and King both step forward, with Bull looking menacingly at a cocky King. He points to Bull, then flexes, showing off his arms. Bull doesn’t seem amused. King then shrugs and heads to the ropes, coming back with a shoulder block… but Bull doesn’t budge, sending King reeling backwards. King, annoyed now, hits the ropes again and charges a second time, but again, Bull gets the better of the shoulder block. King gets up again, cursing at Bull, who just tells him to try it one more time.
King nods, then bounces off the ropes, charging at Bull… who tries to clothesline him, swinging right for his neck! But King ducks under the strike, hitting the ropes on the other side, leaping as soon as he turns to launch into Bull with a flying forearm! Bull staggers back, shaking his head, as King gets up and hits the ropes a fourth time, again leaping for the forearm. It connects, but Bull still won’t go down, leaning against the ropes for balance. Seeing this, King runs over, grabbing hold of Bull to show off his strength, trying to lift him over the ropes! But Bull just shoves him off, then nails King on the return with a thrusting throat uppercut, sending King backwards to the mat!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s tough going for King so far, as Corey Bull is extremely tough to get on the mat.
CJJ: The battle plan in a match like this should always be the same: ignore the “David vs. Goliath” comparisons and simply chop the monster down to size. With a steel chair, if you can manage it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Unfortunately, this isn’t a hardcore match, although I’m sure Bull wouldn’t mind the change.
Bull has already pulled King up off the mat, landing a few headlock punches to keep the man stunned. He then readjusts King, lifting the wrestler up and delivering a pendulum backbreaker!! King shakes on the mat from the shot to his spine, hurting badly, as Bull gets back up. He looks like he’s only getting started, as he drags King up and immediately lifts him high into the air, giving him a gorilla press slam to the canvas!! With King down, Bull steps over him, putting on a loose cover, as if not wanting it to be over yet.
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And King quickly kicks out, thanks to the lack of pressure on the pin. Bull doesn’t seem bothered by it, as he is already hauling King back to an upright position. He picks King up on his shoulder, thinking about a powerslam, but King manages to shift his weight, falling behind him. As Bull turns around, King comes in quickly, nailing him with a running European uppercut! Bull doesn’t go down, shaking his head to clear it, as King gets his momentum and comes back again… with a chop block to Bull’s right knee, sending him finally down to all fours! Bull immediately starts to get up, trying to rise, but King comes in a second time, chopping the other knee!
CJJ: That’s the way to do it! Dislocate some joints! The bigger they are, the harder they fall!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You’re enjoying this way too much.
CJJ: What can I say? It’s damn good to be back on television watching matches like this!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Okay, I have to agree with you there, I certainly missed this.
Bull, a little more hobbled, still is working to get up, refusing to stay down. He pushes himself almost all the way up, leaning over. That’s when King rushes in, scoring a knee lift that knocks Bull backwards, sending him back to the mat. King then gives a cheer to the audience, firing everyone up, as he turns and goes to the turnbuckle. He goes up to the second rope, positioning himself as he sees Bull roll over onto his stomach, fighting to get to his feet. King immediately leaps, delivering a double foot stomp to Bull’s back, landing on him!! King then quickly pushes Bull over and makes the cover, nodding to the referee.
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And Bull shoves King off of him, showing that he’s still got a lot left in him. King, annoyed at what just happened, runs in and swings a few shots into Bull’s back, even as the Bastard works his way back up. King looks at him, then smacks his own chest a few times before kicking Bull in the gut, then setting him up for a vertical suplex! He lifts… but Bull is too large, stopping him. King tries to fire up again, lifting a second time, but this time, Bull not only blocks it, he reverses it, throwing King up and over before dropping to send him crashing to the mat!! King hits hard, as it was a long way down, and rolls off in pain, as Bull sits up, starting to rise once again.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Gideon King is an extremely strong wrestler for his size, but Corey Bull is proving to just be too massive to throw around!
CJJ: And I’m not even sure how much Bull’s even hurt at this point. Where’d we find this guy again?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I know he’s spent some time in an asylum, so…
CJJ: Great. If he comes this way, just know that I’m shoving you into his path before I run.
King has rolled to the apron, trying to buy himself a little time to recover. But Bull isn’t allowing that to happen. He comes over, reaching over the ropes to grab at King, who tries to fight back. But Bull just chokes him on the top rope, keeping King from being able to fall to the floor outside, and causing King’s legs to kick frantically before he can secure his footing on the apron again. As King gasps, Bull reaches over the ropes, grabbing King around the middle. He then shockingly lifts King over the ropes with a gutwrench maneuver, taking a few steps before turning it into a powerbomb in the ring!! The crowd pops at the explosiveness of that one, even as Bull makes the cover, glaring down at his opponent.
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THR…
And King manages to kick out in time, staying in this one. Bull is immediately dragging the wrestler back up, whipping King hard into the nearby turnbuckle. As King tries to recover, Bull follows him in, getting a running body avalanche!!! King sags in the corner, badly hurt, as the Bastard stands over him, reveling in the damage he’s dishing out. He starts landing shoulder shots to the gut, launching King off his feet with every shot, doing a ton of damage to King’s internal systems. The referee warns about a five count, but Bull just looks over at him, and the ref quickly retreats, as Bull continues the assault.
PATRICK MATHEWS: King’s taking a real beating in there right now. It’s going to be hard to make a comeback against this powerhouse.
CJJ: I would have tapped out 15 minutes ago.
PATRICK MATHEWS: But this match hasn’t been going 15 minutes…
CJJ: Exactly.
With King just hanging on the ropes, looking like he’s barely conscious, Bull steps away from him, stomping across the ring. The referee is keeping his distance, even as Bull aims himself towards King, then rushes forward, leaping into the air for a running double knee strike… but King manages to pull himself out of the way!! Bull crashes hard into the turnbuckle, shaking the entire ring, as he falls backwards in pain, clutching at his knees. King, meanwhile, grabs at the ropes, slowly hauling himself back to his feet. He looks over at Bull, knowing that this is his best opportunity.
As Bull starts to get up, trying to ignore the pain, King is there, hammering away at him with chops and uppercuts, keeping him off-balance. A leaping shot knocks Bull back to the ropes, before he staggers forward, right into King’s grasp… and he manages to use the momentum, lifting Bull up and delivering a thunderous German suplex!!! The crowd goes wild, knowing how incredible that move was, even as King rolls himself over and quickly scrambles over to Bull, grabbing hold of both of his legs to make the cover. The referee gets in close, checking that the shoulders are indeed down before making the count.
1…
2…
THR…
And Bull kicks out, shoving King off of him once again.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That was an unbelievable act of strength from Gideon King, but he’s still got to find a way to keep this guy down!
CJJ: I’m telling you, he should just give the ref some money to go and get some concession snacks, then beat on Bull with a 2x4 while he’s gone!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s not the way WGWF refs work, CJJ.
CJJ: Oh, please, like they wouldn’t sell out their grandma for a $100 bill.
King appears to be feeling the energy from the crowd, as he’s calling for the end, wanting to land the Checkmate! He waits for Bull to work his way up, and then steps into him, working on lifting the massive Bull onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry! He gets Bull up, hanging on, then tries to readjust for the GTS, but he’s unable to complete the maneuver, as Bull is able to land on his feet. He immediately grabs the startled King by the throat, lifting him up and delivering a chokeslam! The crowd pops, but Bull’s not done, lifting King back up and delivering a second chokeslam… and then a third!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Incredible! Bull calls that the Kingsbury Run!
CJJ: Anyone know how old Gideon King is? We might need to know that information soon…
The crowd is still hot, as Bull drags the wounded King to his feet. Bull doesn’t waste any time, as he launches King towards the ropes. King tries one last move, ducking under Bull’s grasp as he swings at him. King then springs off the other side, flying towards Bull… who catches him and spins him around, landing the Downward Spiral!!!! The move even causes the referee to bounce up and down on his feet, as he hurries around to the other side to make the count as Bull lays on King, satisfied.
1…
2…
THREE!!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Here is your winner… “THE BASTARD” COREY BULL!!
The referee goes to lift up Corey Bull’s arm, but seems to think better of it when Bull glances his way. He’s probably still remembering Maddox from earlier. Bull, instead, just lifts his own arms up, proud of his WGWF victory.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What an impressive debut here on Smash for Corey Bull! Gideon King didn’t make it easy for him, but Bull proved to be just too damn powerful to stop.
CJJ: I’m willing to bet that more than one WGWF superstar who just watched this match is going to have nightmares about a future contest with this man.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Still, all credit to King, who showed some remarkable feats of strength in this one. It just wasn’t enough.
CJJ: If he’d just used a sledgehammer…
PATRICK MATHEWS: No, just… no.
PATRICK MATHEWS: There is no need for all of that.
CJJ: When you want to make an impactful entrance, you have to go all out.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Do you know how many little kids just got freaked out?
CJJ: Do you know how many kids are loving this?
As Patrick and CJ are going back and forth, bickering over who is right and wrong, the explosions stop. The pyros are just a bunch of smoke. The laser lights are shooting all over the place. The Spotlight is on the entrance way. The Titrantron lights up and shows a word.
MONEY!
The Titantron then starts to watch the word Money fade away and change to….
POWER!
And one more time the Titantron then watches the word Power fade away and chance to…
RESPECT!
The fans and commentary team knows what this means. J Mont and his buddies are about to walk out. The music is blasting throughout the arena and when the smoke finally clears, the spotlight is on J Mont all by himself. Talk about an EGO and self centered man.
J Mont has arrived and of course everyone has already seen the amazing custom suit. Usually with The Fortunate Ones, J Mont has come out solo for this occasion. As he slowly makes his way down the ramp, J Mont is enjoying all the jabs and verbal assault from the fans. The kids hate him. The parents hate him, but the ladies love him. If it wasn’t for Mia, we all know J Mont would break up a lot of happy homes. J Mont sees one girl holding up a sign saying….
FIRE J MONT!!!!
She is mean mugging J Mont who cant help but laugh at her. J Mont gets in her face and she flips him off. J Mont then says something to her that was not picked up by the recording team and you can see the look on her face.
J Mont returns the favor and flips her off as he continues down the ramp. When he finally gets to the metal steps, he stops and turns around to look at all the fans that truly hate him and want him gone, but deep down, they love that he is here. One step followed by another until he gets to the ropes and steps through them as well. As J Mont finally gets into the ring, he walks to the other side and climbs the turnbuckle. As he stands on the turnbuckle, he raises his arm for the fans to acknowledge him, which they are doing.
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CJJ: The disrespect the fans are showing the former World Champion and current American Champion in another fed.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Didn’t his one year old daughter bail him out just a few weeks ago? Great role model!
CJJ: He is the father of the year. What other father has a bank account set up for his baby with millions in it? Only J Mont!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He is probably smuggling drug money through that account. This man needs to go and go NOW!
CJJ: He is right there in the ring. GO ahead and tell him tough guy!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I want to hear what he has to say first.
As Patrick backs down from the Challenge, J Mont hops down off the turnbuckle and grabs a mic handed to him by a ring worker. Now standing in the center of the ring, the spotlight is on J Mont as all the fans are waiting in anticipation to see what bullshit he is about to spit out.
J MONT: Well, I want to welcome everyone to the A SHOW of the WGWF! And the reason for that? The Smash Show was smart enough to draft all of the FORTUNATE ONES because they knew what was best for business. This past Monday night, we showed the world just how dominant and dangerous we are by taking over the B SHOW. We just wanted to help them get off the ground a little because they will never be able to catch the SMASH SHOW, as long as we are here. If not for Cholo or the Ramseys, that show might as well not exist. But I am not out here tonight to give anymore attention to the B SHOW. I am out here tonight for a few reasons. Number 1, the new General Manager who goes by the name of Jonathan Barrows. Johnny boy knows me very well because he decided to do an end of the year ranking last year and put me in the WORLD TIER as one of the best so Johnny boy knows what he has in me.
J MONT: I plan on kicking things off here in the Smash Company in a big way. As long as Johnny boy lets me do things my way, we will be fine. But when he starts to get involved in the business of The Fortunate Ones, then we will have a problem. I got 99 problems but Johnny Boy doesn't need to be one unless he wants to. Reason 2 I am out here is because I want to let the Smash Promotion know that Enigma is never going to lose that World Title and that Amber Mansley is going to show you all why she is going to be the best newcomer of 2022 and win some gold before the year is out. The Fortunate Ones are the best of the best. There is not one faction that can top us or do what we do. You can try, but you will fail like Zack Morris in 3 period English.
CJJ: I had such a crush on Kelly, but I think Amber might be my new crush.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You really love trashy women don’t you?
CJJ: Better than having nuts in my face like you!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I can ask Mr. Barrows to book us in a match if you want?
J Mont is taking a deep breath in the ring and is missing the commentary back and forth between the 2. The fans will not stop giving J Mont the rude comments and remarks.
J MONT: I want to thank you fans for being classless and rude and having no respect for Royalty. But, Reason 3 i am out here is to put the SMASH ROSTER on notice. And you all are wondering where this is going, and you might want to EAR MUFF your kids because this is going to get vulgar. The FORTUNATE ONES run this show and every show affiliated with the WGWF. But let me remind the roster here just how we feel about them.
SETH STEVENS- FUCK YOU!
JOHN CABLE- FUCK YOU TIMES 3!
DAMAGE- FUCK YOU!
PUNISHER- FUCK YOU!
JOHN BLADE- FUCK YOU!
ROBERT MAIN- FUCK YOU!
EDWARD GRADO- FUCK YOU!
SONYA BENSON- FUCK YOU!
JOULE ORTIZ- FUCK YOU!
FRANK VENABLE- FUCK YOU!
SHOWSTOPPERS- FUCK YOU!
JOHNNY STYLEZ- FUCK YOU!
SKYLAR CARSONS- FUCK YOU!
AGUILIA DORADA- FUCK YOU!
MADDOX- FUCK YOU!
COREY BULL- FUCK YOU!
GIDEON KING- FUCK YOU!
J MONT: A special FUCK YOU will go out to Jonathan Barrows if he does the wrong thing by the Fortunate Ones. And you can see that Sam Chatman and Clyde Newton were not mentioned. It’s simple. Sam has ties to Austin and Toddy so I will have his back for them. Clyde and myself have history in the past but we need to sit down and talk and see where his head is out before any decisions are made. But the truth is in the pudding. If you are not with the Fortunate Ones, you are against us. And that is something you do not want. You do not want to get caught up in this SMOKE. The best thing you can do is sit back, and watch how things are done by The Fortunate Ones. You will learn a thing or 2 when you do this. But, if you want to get in our way, then you are signing over your own death certificate. I have no problem breaking up homes, and smashing faces.
The fans are on their feet letting J Mont have it after his Curse Out rant. It is not pretty here right now. Security or Barrows may need to come down to the ring and get J Mont out of here before this gets any worse.
J MONT: Before I go, I want to let everyone here at the Amway Center know something. Before tonight, the last time this place had any relevance was back in 2012 when the NBA All Star Game was here. Fast forward to tonight, and you have 3 All Stars in the building in myself, Amber and Enigma. There is hope again that this place will stand tall thanks to us showing up. But in reality, this place sucks and I will never be back here again. The Orlando Magic Suck. The Orlando Predators Suck. The Orlando Solar Bears Suck. And you all SUCK! Orlando is a place I will never live because driving on I-4 is a headache I don't need. I get enough of that hearing Chris and Candice Page talk. The people here are complete trash. Too many people visit here causing issues. The heat and humidity is overbearing. All the sports teams suck and wont get a dollar out of me. The only thing that doesn't suck right now is that the Smash brand has The Fortunate Ones which means that they will remain the A Show and the most lucrative brand in all of wrestling. Having J Mont, Amber and Enigma on the show is like hitting the jackpot. You may think that back in October when someone from San Angelo, TX hit for 157.3 Million with their numbers, that was a big collection, but Barrows really hit the jackpot getting The Fortunate Ones. Do right by us Johnny Boy or else……………….
J Mont drops the mic.
CJJ: I love this guy. He speaks from the heart and holds nothing back. We need more people like him around.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You really need to get your head examined. J Mont is an asshole.
CJJ: The man knows how to make money and ratings. That is what matters. Without him, you will be out of a job.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh please. Anyone would hire me for commentary.
J Mont is walking up the ramp, ignoring all the fans throwing shade his way. As he is about to walk through the back curtain, he stops and turns around and looks at all the fans from the ones in front of him to the nosebleed seats. J Mont gives them a reminder just what he thinks of all of them.
Smash returns from commercial to ringside where the crowd is cheering. Suddenly Ragnarök’s theme hits and the mood changes. They wait for him to walk out but instead his face appears on the screen as he smiles. The crowd hisses at him. He waits for them to calm down as the legendary warrior spoke.
Ragnarök: What would the very first episode of Smash be without the God himself Ragnarök. It's pretty awesome knowing what this company is doing. Which is why I wanted to thank a few people. First, I want to thank the fans of WGWF. I want to thank the entire Brawl staff including Chris Page. Finally, I wanted to thank the roster. I'm thanking each of you for ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. All you did was hold me back. The only thing you deserve thanks for is being ungrateful whiny bastards.
The arena goes pitch black. The crowd is unsure what is happening when the lights turn on and Ragnarök is standing in the ring.
Ragnarök: Truth is I outgrew Brawl. It was hurting me to carry the show every single week. I know Chris Page did the best he could, but change needed to be made which is why I demanded a change of scenery. I was not going to be disrespected and misused on the very program that I helped build from the ground up.
The crowd lets him have it as he is unable to speak for a bit. Once things calmed down, he smirked and continued.
Ragnarök: That being said though I love the irony. A new show appears, and they draft me to help build it from the ground up just like I did with Brawl over a year ago. It will be fun and entertaining no question about that. However, to the joy of most in attendance I won't be medically cleared to compete for a good while.
The crowd erupts as Ragnarök gets visibly pissed off.
Ragnarök: Yeah, you enjoy this moment. You enjoy the fact I'm hurt but remember this isn't a retirement speech. In fact, when I return, just know this. I WON'T BE ALONE. You people don't need to know what I have planned. Just know that everyone will be on edge when Ragnarök takes the lead and gives the command.
He drops the mic and rolls out of the ring his arm in the sling disappearing backstage.
Back inside the arena, “Someone, Anyone” by Anberlin is playing as Memphis Belle is standing in the middle of the ring with one of the competitors.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a 10-minute time limit… Introducing first, the wrestler already in the ring from New Orleans, Louisiana…. LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!
The crowd boos loudly, then Man in a Box" by Alice and Chains begins to play.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And his opponent, about to make his way to the ring from Denver, Colorado… Weighing in at 220 lbs. and standing 6’2” tall… SETH STEVENS!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Seth Stevens appears at the top of the ramp. Seth pauses for a moment cracking a grin at the crowd before walking towards the ring not paying them any attention. Seth enters the ring by rolling under the bottom rope, then he gets to his feet and awaits the beginning of the match.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well here we go, a couple of veterans in the business looking to take a step in the right direction here on Monday Night Smash!
CJJ: Can you stop trying to be nice about these two? Call it what it is, a couple of 35+ year olds who are trying to hang on to a dream that has long passed them by!
The bell rings and both men do not hesitate, going for a lock up right away in the middle of the ring, trying to show their dominance from the get go. The slightly taller and heavier of the two, Seth Stevens, manages to back up LA Johnny Stylez to the corner where the ref asks him to break it off. Seth hangs on to the lock for a few seconds more, then slowly releases the hold before smacking Stylez on the cheeks playfully. “LA” isn’t having that, and he shoves Stevens hard and gets on his face only for Stevens to shove him back and before the ref can get in between them they grab each other’s hairs and begin to pummel each other with stiff right hands. The crowd, despite not liking either of these two, get into it, cheering loudly. Stevens again gets the upper hand, backing Stylez to the corner but then grabs him and whips him towards the other side. Stylez hits hard and Stevens follows it up, going for a splash but Stylez gets out of the way at the last second! Stevens crashes chest first onto the top turnbuckle and Stylez quickly comes behind him and rolls him up for the pin!
1!!
2!!
Kick out by Stevens!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It didn’t take long for Stylez to go for the pin, and he almost got Stevens in record time.
CJJ: I mean you never know, some people may think it’s crazy to go for a pin this early, but crazier things have happened.
Both wrestlers quickly get to their feet and Stylez takes down Stephens with a headlock, but Stevens quickly gets out of it by applying a head scissors. Stylez kips out of it and Stephens gets to his feet first only for LA to hook him and drop him with arm drag. Both come back up quickly and again Stylez gets him with an arm drag, but this time he hangs on and applies an arm lock and Stephens slaps the mat frustrated. The ref checks on the hold then on Stevens, not bothering to ask him if he gives up as Stevens begins to make it to his feet, and despite Stylez applying the pressure, he gets vertical. Stevens grabs him by the hair, and despite the ref’s warnings, he backs him to the corner where he then levels him with a knee to the gut. Stevens delivers a few more before hitting a couple of European uppercuts that have Stylez in trouble. Stevens now hooks him and delivers a float over suplex which he quickly follows with, after rolling through, with a fist drop right between the eyes of Stylez. Stephens now makes the first attempt of the night!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Kick out by Stylez.
PATRICK MATHEWS: If you’re keeping score, it’s 1 pin attempt a piece so far.
CJJ: Why in the hell would someone be keeping score? “Attempts” don’t matter, nerd.
Stevens gets to his feet and brings Stylez to his before whipping him towards the ropes, Stylez bounces off and Stevens sends him flying with a high back body drop! Stylez crashes hard, and the impact gets him to pop back up, holding his lower back in pain. Stevens moves in, kicking him in the mid-section, doubling him over. He then hooks by both of his arms and drops him with a double arm DDT! That one seems to have found its mark, and Stevens quickly flips Stylez over and makes another pin!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Kick out by Stylez.
Stevens doesn’t let the kick out bother him, quickly getting to his feet and running towards the ropes, he bounces himself off, skips over Stylez and bounces off the other side before rolling forward and delivering a rolling thunder! Stevens goes for another pinning attempt, but Stylez kicks out even before 1 which surprises Stevens. He decides to bring him back up and whips him towards the ropes, Stylez bounces off, no, he hangs on to the ropes and taunts Stevens who charges at him. Stylez drops to the mat, pulling the top rope and Stevens goes over the top rope! But he appears to have seen it coming as he hangs on and lands on the apron. He then reaches over the ropes and pulls Stylez up by his hair and then, with the ropes in between them, hooks him for a suplex! He tries to get him up, no, Stylez blocks it! He tries again but again Stylez blocks it! He tries a third time again but again Stylez blocks and this time he breaks away from Stevens grip and nails him with a right hand. Stylez then runs towards the opposite side, bounces himself off the ropes, comes back and delivers a baseball slide drop kick to Stevens ankles which causes him to fall to the outside, smacking his face on the apron as he goes down!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ouch! Great move there by LA Johnny Stylez!
CJJ: Definitely a good one and Seth Stevens may have a concussion after that one, he hit the apron hard.
LA doesn’t go to the outside and instead lets the ref do the count…
1!!
2!!
On the outside Stevens is flat on his back, holding his forehead in pain.
3!!
4!!
Some of the fans at ring side cheer Stevens on, asking him to get up while others tell him to stay down. He begins to stir as Stylez looks on from the inside.
5!!
6!!
Stevens sits up and then uses the apron to pull himself up, and upon seeing him there Stylez runs towards the ropes again, bounces off and goes for another baseball slide!
7!!
8!!
But Stevens sees him coming and side steps him. Stylez lands on his feet, spins around and Stevens explodes with a clothesline! The ref is forced to start the 10 count again.
1!!
2!!
Stevens gets to his feet and moves in on Stylez and brings him to his feet before whipping him towards the guard rail, no, reversed by Stylez who whips him the opposite way, right onto the steel steps! Stevens hits knees first and flips over the steel steps and lands hard on the floor on the other side.
3!!
4!!
Stylez moves in on him, climbing the steps and waiting for Stevens who is getting up, once Stevens is doubled over, Stylez jumps off and delivers his version of the Fameasser he calls The Rearview!
5!!
6!!
Stylez gets up and throws his arms in the air, trying to get the crowd behind him but they boo him loudly. He seems to enjoy the jeers, and as he hears the ref reach 8 on the count, he quickly slides in to break the count but then slides back out! The ref is not happy and gives him an earful but Stylez ain’t listening. He picks up Stevens and throws him inside the ring. He goes inside himself but then notices Stevens rolling himself right back out on the other side. Stylez curses and then goes back out again, on a different side of the ring, which is behind Stevens. Stylez then sneakily moves around the ring and once he sees Stevens up right, he charges at him going for a clothesline to the back of Stevens head! But Stevens turns around at the right moment and ducks it, dropping to one knee and then wrapping his arm around Stylez’s waist, stopping him. He then gets back up, wraps his other arm around Stylez’s waist, locks his hands, lifts Stylez and drops him with a German suplex!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Seth dropped Johnny right on the back of his head! He may have a concussion too!
CJJ: These guys clearly don’t care about the other’s wellbeing; they are willing to do whatever it takes to secure a win on the first ever Monday Night Smash.
The ref has once again reached 4 on the count, but Stevens appears to have had enough of being on the outside as he picks up Stylez and throws him inside the ring. He then drags him so he is laying in front of one of the corner’s of the ring. He then showing newly found speed and agility, jumps right onto the top turnbuckle before delivering a split-legged moon-sault! Stevens stays on top of Stylez, hooking both legs for the pin!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Kick out by Stylez! Stevens looks at the ref not believing he didn’t get 3 with one of his favorite wrestling moves but the ref shows him two fingers. Stevens gets to his feet and then drags Stylez to the middle of the ring, he then goes back to the corner and climbs it… He stands up, asking the crowd to cheer him on and some do… He waits for Stylez who is slowly getting to his feet. Once he is upright, he looks for Stevens and when he finally finds him, it’s too late as Stevens jumps off the top and nails him with a beautiful missile drop kick! The impact sends Stylez flipping back to the outside as Stevens was reaching for him to try to get him for the pin. The ref tells him to stand by as he goes to begin the count on Stylez who is flat on his back on the outside.
1!!
2!!
Stevens tells the ref to get out of the way and then he stands by the apron, holding the top rope, he measures Stylez and then jumps off, going for a splash on the outside, he connects! But with Stylez’s knees as he pulls them in! Stevens bounces off them and is rolling around the floor holding his midsection in pain. The ref starts the 10-count over as Stylez gets to his feet and then walks over to Stevens and begins to stomp on his midsection. He then brings him up, hooks him and drops him with a gut-buster! The ref reaches 4 on the count and Stylez slides in quickly to break the count and slides back out. He picks up Stevens but he surprises him with a thumb to the eye… Stylez stumbles away and Stevens follows behind him and then turns him around and hooks him for a suplex. Stevens gets him up but Stylez breaks free, falling behind Stevens and then jumping up, grabbing on his shoulders and taking him down with “The Humbler” backstabber!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Great move there by Stylez and if he can manage to get Stephens in the ring quickly, he may be able to get the 3 count.
CJJ: Hey stat boy, do you know how many minutes these two have spent outside the ring vs. inside? Because I get the feeling that these two like to fight outside of it more than inside.
Stylez tries to bring Stevens to his feet, but he is hurting big time. He hears the ref reach 4 on the count and then stops trying to get Stevens up and then heads over to the steel steps and then climbs them, waiting for Stevens to get on all fours… Eventually he does and Stylez jumps off, going for his “BedTime Story” curb stomp! But Stevens rolls out of the way and gets to his feet, clearly playing possum. The ref reaches 6 on the count as Stylez turns to face Stevens and goes for a right hand, no, blocked by Stevens who nails him with a right hand of his own. Stylez stumbles backwards but then charges forward, going for a clothesline, no, ducked by Stevens who then reaches back as Stylez stops, grabs his head and drops him with a neck breaker! The ref reaches 8 on the count and Stevens gets to his feet and then jumps on the apron but doesn’t get inside the ring. He then climbs the turnbuckle and is thinking of jumping off, perhaps going for his 10 Star Frogsplash as the ref reaches 9! He looks at the ref and at Stylez who is using the apron to pull himself up and instead hops down, inside the ring. Stylez gets to his feet, but he’s too late! 10! The ref calls for the bell.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Here is your winner via count out…. SETH STEVENS!
The ref raises Steven’s arm in victory as Stylez looks on from a kneeling position after sliding back in, disappointed.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stevens escapes with the win there and I don’t think either of us were expecting this one to end this way.
CJJ: Not at all and as much as I don’t care for these two, I was left wanting more….
PATRICK MATHEWS: We will likely get more as I don’t think it’s over between these two.
CJJ: I don’t think so either, wait a minute, who’s that in the ring?!
As Stevens steps to the ropes, looking out towards the crowd, we see a figure come from where Stylez had ended up. He gets to his feet, looking towards Stevens with a smile on his face. Literally. The man runs forward, assaulting Stevens from behind, as the referee gets out of range.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What the hell’s going on? Is that Stylez?
CJJ: That’s not Stylez, that’s JESTYR SERYOUS!!!
Stevens tries to fight back, but the crazed man in front of him is too aggressive, landing shot after shot with what appears to be a blackjack. Jestyr finally lays Stevens out, before looking around, straightening his suit, and heading for the ropes.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is insane!
CJJ: Nope, this is SMASH!
As Jestyr Seryous leaves, we can see Stevens grabbing at the ropes, glaring after him even as he tries to recover. We fade to a quick commercial break.
We cut to the back, where a lavish general manager suite has been set up. We can see a small fruit buffet along one wall, two couches on the other side, and a large mahogany desk in the middle. Seated at the desk, eating a selection of pineapple and honeydew melon, is Jonathan Barrows. He takes another bite, smiling in satisfaction, but his smile fades slightly at the sound of a knock at the door.
JONATHAN BARROWS: That didn’t take nearly long enough.
With a sigh, Barrows gets up from the desk, nodding to the side. Out of the shadows, a smaller, nerdy-looking guy pops out, opening the door for him. In walks the new reporter hire for Smash, a man known as Gus Sinclair. The man looks around the room, taking in all the additions that have been placed inside.
GUS SINCLAIR: Nice set-up, boss. They’re going to rebuild this at every show we go to?
JONATHAN BARROWS: There are only so many perks a General Manager can make use of, Mr. Sinclair. I intend to get a maximum amount out of every one. Now, what brings you here? I thought you’d be introducing yourself to some of the wrestlers out there.
GUS SINCLAIR: Well, sir, I got a note saying that I needed to come here for your announcement… whatever that announcement is.
Surprised, Barrows takes a look at his shiny, platinum rolex, his eyes widening for a moment.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Is it that far into the show already? I say, time does fly when you’re enjoying yourself.
GUS SINCLAIR: … Are you sure you didn’t just stage that to show off that new watch of yours?
Sinclair is no fool, having been an investigative reporter before his career in that field came to an end prematurely. At the same time, he immediately realizes he might have gone a little too far from the look that Barrows gives him.
JONATHAN BARROWS: You’re just here to document my announcement, Mr. Sinclair. Tread lightly.
Since he needs this job, Sinclair nods silently, allowing Barrows to step around to a table previously unseen near the couches. There is a box on top, draped in a fuzzy silver blanket. Barrows pats the box, nodding, before looking back at Sinclair.
JONATHAN BARROWS: I have a lot of work ahead of me here on Smash, this I know. Part of that duty is to keep my wrestlers satisfied in their pursuits. Right now, that means that many of them are already contacting my secretaries, trying to arrange for themselves World Title, Smash Title, and Tag-Team Titles opportunities. There doesn’t seem to be enough to go around. In the meantime, our brothers and sisters on Brawl are competing for two brand-specific titles in the Intercontinental belt and the Television strap, two championships with immaculate histories. One thing I can’t stand, Mr. Sinclair, is an imbalance.
With that, Barrows reaches down, pulling off the silver blanket to reveal the glass box underneath. Inside, we see a shiny, gold championship, with some familiar insignias to anyone who might have wrestled under the Entity’s banner once upon a time.
JONATHAN BARROWS: This here, Mr. Sinclair, is the X-Division Championship. It was one of the most prized titles in a federation I once ran, and so I’ve decided to bring it back to competition here in the WGWF. In the coming month, we will be deciding the contenders for the renewal of this championship, seeing who gets the honor of becoming the first in its new lineage of superstars.
GUS SINCLAIR: And I assume you won’t be accepting any gifts or payments in order to decide that, right, Mr. Barrows?
JONATHAN BARROWS: No comment. Now grab some fruit on your way out. They gave me far too much this time. But that’s to be expected, as we find our footing here on Smash. Still… everything will eventually be… perfect.
Barrows steps back to his desk, touching the top of it, as Sinclair obliges the offer, going for some free food. The camera zooms in on the new championship, giving us a clearer view of it, before we cut away.
As the camera cuts away from the ring, we find ourselves outside the building and spot Devlin Knight, leaning against a bollard, smoking a spliff and watching the back door.
CJJ: Hey, what's he doing here?! He's contracted to Brawl!
Patrick Mathews: And that would be why he's OUTSIDE the stadium tonight…
The backdoor suddenly opens and out steps Sam Chatman and Grado!! The crowd go nuts when they see the duo. Devlin also sees them and stands straight headed toward them.
Devlin: Hey guys, I need to discuss something with you both if…-
Chatman looks up at Devlin, but seemingly right past him. Devlin watches him go and sighs. Grado on the other hand stops and places a hand on Devlin's shoulder.
Devlin: Hey Grado man…-
Grado: NOOOOOOOPE.
Grado walks past Devlin who steps in front of him to speak his peace.
Devlin: Look I get it but c'mon hoss! I'm standing here trying to change a lot of stuff in myself and one thing I really need to do is cut out the tumour in the WGWF that is The Fortunate Ones… They're draining this place of anything positive! If we…-
Grado squeezes the shoulder of Devlin and shakes his head.
Grado: Stranger Danger!
Sam Chatman: C'MON GRADO!
Grado half-smiles apologetically and walks off, leaving Devlin standing there shoulders slumped.
Devlin: Yeah… Sure! Thanks… Hey at least you listened to me this time…
Devlin sighs and walks away as we cut back to ringside.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing a combined 422 lbs, here are “THE LONE WOLF” SAMUEL CHATMAN AND EDWARD GRADO!!
Orlando erupts upon the sweet sounds of Madonna hitting the speakers with Edward Grado strutting ass out to the top of the ramp in a red kimono with a black fanny pack around his waist used as a tie. Sam Chatman walks out after him in a matching kimono looking less than impressed. Edward starts to dance his way down the aisle followed Chatman who walks with a deliberate purpose. Edward and Chatman reach ringside where the komono’s come off and they are prepared for action.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Chatman & Grado are hoping to have a very strong partnership here on Smash. Tonight could be a statement win for them, signaling they’re the top team on the brand.
CJJ: I’m going to want one of these teams to man up and bring the Tag Titles home to us. The fact that we’re represented by Sports Entertainment Xtreme is just depressing.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You don’t like S.E.X.?
CJJ: … I refuse to answer that question, as it’s entrapment.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Their opponents, weighing in at a combined 405 lbs, here are "PARAGON" JOULE ORTIZ AND FPV… TEAM PRIDE!!!
Deep pink, bright white, and turquoise lights flood the arena as the riff to "Gender Dysphoria" by Ana Mady plays. Joule Ortiz springs to the stage, doing a spin before kneeling down with her arms outstretched. The music then shifts to the hopeful chiptune noises of "Hopes and Dreams", as the fans scream loudly for the man about to make his entrance. As the theme hits its stride, a set of pyro goes off and former World Champion Frank Patrick Venable emerges from the curtain, ready to go. The two teammates march down the aisle, exchanging some high fives as they head into the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Team Pride is set for action!
CJJ: Anyone seen Team Whiskey? I could use a drink, it’s been a long night.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We don’t drink on the job, remember, CJJ?
CJJ: Oh, right. Wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Let’s just see what these two teams have in store for us tonight…
As the match begins Sam starts out against FPV, they lock up and the larger FPV pushes Sam back into the corner. FPV gives a clean break at the referee's orders. Sam comes out of the corner quickly right into another collar and elbow lockup with FPV. Sam backs FPV a bi, but FPV catches his footing and drives Sam back into the corner again. Once more FPV gives a clean break, and once again Sam charges out of the corner.
This time though FPV catches Sam with a quick jab, chop, kick to shin, SHOVE. Sam flies back into the corner from the shove and FPV charges in. Sam acts quickly and ducks out of the ropes and FPV hits the turnbuckles chest first. FPV staggers backward, as Sam springs to the top rope and comes off with a springboard spinning wheel kick that drops FPV.
PATRICK MATHEWS: An impressive wheel kick from Chatman!
CJJ: He expended way too much energy, though. A single kick between the legs does just as much damage, if not more.
Sam kips to his feet, as FPV is staggering up. Sam charges at FPV, and FPV catches him coming in with a hip toss, but Sam flips through and lands on his feet. As soon as Sam lands, FPV drops him with a clothesline. Sam hits the mat and sits up clearly dazed as FPV grabs him by the hair and pulls him up. FPV whips Sam into his corner and charges in with the 'FUS ROH DUH' Running Clothesline into the corner. FPV tags in Ortiz who comes into the ring, snatches Sam by the head, and snapmares him to a seated position.
PATRICK MATHEWS: A smart tag there by FPV, getting his fresh partner into the ring.
CJJ: You’re calling Ortiz fresh?
PATRICK MATHEWS: She’s been on the apron, of course she’s fresh, CJJ.
CJJ: Oooh, I see what you mean. Got it.
Ortiz grabs Sam in a headlock from behind, but Sam rolls out of it, countering Ortiz into a hammerlock. Ortiz pushes up to her feet, reaches back, grabs Sam’s head, and then jumps in the air and comes down with a flying mare taking Sam over. Sam rolls through and pops up to his feet in his corner where he reaches over and tags in Grado to a big pop from the crowd. Grado comes into the ring and Ortiz begins to move in, but Grado holds his hand up and screams “STOP!”.
Grado unzips his fanny pack and reaches his hand in slowly before pulling out a banana. Grado peels the banana halfway and begins to eat it when Ortiz grabs Grado by the other arm and twists under it into a wrist lock. Grado shrieks in pain, but then turns to face Ortiz and shoves the banana in her mouth.
CJJ: Ugh! This is where real wrestling goes out the window.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’m not sure that banana is even ripe. It needed a few more days of sitting on the dining room table.
Ortiz releases the hold and spits the banana out as she backs up gagging. Ortiz stops against the ropes as she recovers. Ortiz looks at Grado who busts a quick dance move taunting Ortiz. Ortiz snarls and charges at Grado, but right before she gets to him she steps on the banana peel, slipping and taking a big fall on her back. Grado quickly drops on top of her for a pin.
1…
KICKOUT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: There aren’t many places where you can see the momentum of a match turn on a banana peel.
CJJ: I’m all for keeping Grado’s fanny pack closed from now on. It’s just ridiculous.
As Ortiz kicks out, Grado grabs her in a headlock. Ortiz works her way up to her feet and then spins out of the headlock into a top wristlock on Grado. Ortiz starts to take Grado over the top with the wristlock when Grado sweeps her foot taking her down. Grado goes to the ropes and comes back with an elbow, but Ortiz rolls out of the way. Grado puts the brakes on and stops, and as Ortiz rolls to her feet, she sees Grado standing and pointing at his head.
Ortiz charges again, and Grado drops down. Ortiz goes over him, and Grado comes back up and goes for a leapfrog. Grado doesn’t get much height though and as Ortiz tries to go under she accidentally clips Grado in the crotch. Grado falls to the mat holding his mister bits, and Ortiz looks genuinely apologetic as she explains what happened to the referee. The referee allows the match to continue, and Ortiz drops down for a pin.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That was an accident by Ortiz, but it still nearly got her team the victory.
CJJ: Inadvertent nut shots, comedy gold since America’s Funniest Home Videos.
Ortiz grabs Grad in a headlock and works him back to her corner where she tags in FPV. FPF jumps into the ring and grabs one of Grado’s legs and motions for Ortiz to grab the other. She begrudgingly does, and TeamPride delivers a wishbone to Grado. Grado rolls to his knees in pain as Ortiz gets out of the ring.
FPV displays some amazing power as he grabs Grado on his knees, and lifts Grado from his knees into the air for a vertical suplex. FPV then drops back, dropping Grado with a vertical suplex. FPV rolls up, quickly hits the ropes, and comes back with a snap leg drop to complete his combo he calls “The Duster”.
CJJ: I’m loving this. It’s always great to see that goofball Grado get punished.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Grado’s been working hard at becoming a more rounded wrestler, CJJ.
CJJ: Are you sure you’re talking about EDWARD Grado? Not some other Grado in the business?
Grado has rolled to a seated position, clearly looking worse for wear. FPV swings around from behind, catching Grado in a front-face lock. FPV then performs another combo, this one he calls “Faxing Berlin”, as he performs multiple gator rolls, six to be exact, FPV then pulls Grado up and finishes the combo with a swinging neckbreaker. FPV rolls over and makes a cover.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’m honestly surprised Grado was able to kick out of that series of moves.
CJJ: I’m dizzy myself, and I was just watching it. Grado’s marbles are probably rolling around in all directions in there.
FPV pulls Grado up, whips him into his corner and comes charging in with a clothesline again, but Grado dives out of the way and FPV runs into the turnbuckles. Ortiz tags herself in as Grado starts crawling toward his corner. Ortiz hops into the ring and quickly grabs Grado by the ankle. Grado rolls to his back and tries kicking Ortiz off, but she catches his other foot and begins transitioning Grado into a Boston Crab. Grado tries to bridge and block the hold, so Ortiz fires two hard kicks into the back of Grado, breaking his bridge. Ortiz steps over and gets the Boston Crab locked in on Grado.
Grado refuses to give up and begins clawing at the mat to drag himself closer to the ropes. Grado extends his arm grabbing the bottom rope, and Ortiz immediately releases the hold. Ortiz grabs Grado’s leg and begins pulling him back from the ropes, and as she does Grado kicks her off sending her back into the opposite ropes. As Ortiz comes forward, Grado sits up and catches her in a small package.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The dreaded inside cradle! A move that has taken down so many superstars over the years.
CJJ: If Grado were smarter, he would have gotten a handful of tights to seal the deal.
Ortiz rolls to her feet from the kickout and sees Grado on all fours. Ortiz quickly steps forward and kicks the arm of Grado. Grado comes up to his knees, and Ortiz grabs his arm in a standing armbar and tries to force Grado to the mat, but Grado grabs her leg and takes her down to the mat. Grado stands to his feet and tries to make it to his corner, but Ortiz hooks his leg with her legs around his ankle and trips Grado to the Mat.
Ortiz rolls up, grabbing the ankle of Grado as she does. Grado rolls over to his back and begins trying to fight Ortiz off as she tries to hook him in and ankle lock. As Grado is fighting her off, somehow his boot laces get untied. Grado shoves Ortiz off again with his other foot, and as Ortiz goes backward, she holds onto Grado’s ankle, but his boot slips off and Ortiz falls backward holding onto Grado’s boot. Ortiz tries to scramble to her feet, but as she does Grado dives to his corner and tags in Sam Chapman.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hot tag!
CJJ: Thank goodness, get Grado out of there!
Sam immediately springboards to the top rope and comes off with a Reverse Windmill Kick that drops Ortiz. FPV immediately jumps into the ring and charges at Sam with a clothesline, but Sam ducks. FPV spins around and is nailed with a Pele Kick from Sam. FPV falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring as Sam kips up to his feet. Sam looks over to see Ortiz staggering to her feet, and Sam swoops in scooping Ortiz up for the Game Hunt (F5).
Ortiz wiggles free and slides off the back of Sam. Ortiz spins Sam around and goes for a roundhouse kick, but Sam catches her leg. Sam hooks the right leg of his opponent and pulls it over his shoulder and lifts them up and over his head releasing them in the air to slam to the mat with his “Hunter’s Snare” (capture suplex). Sam follows up with a pin.
1…
2…
FPV BREAKS IT UP!
PATRICK MATHEWS: If FPV hadn’t made the save, Chatman might have had it there!
CJJ: Always good to be aware of what your partner’s going through in a match like this. Also always best to let them take the punishment while you stay on the apron.
FPV dives onto Sam to break the pin attempt up, and then leaves the ring under the Refs orders. Sam gets to his feet and tags in Grado. Sam lifts Ortiz up to set up for the “Lost Sheep” tag move, but as Grado moves in for the back cracker, Ortiz takes Sam over with a crucifix takeover, sending Sam rolling right into Grado. Oritz rolls to her corner and tags in FPV as Sam rolls out of the ring and Grado gets to his feet.
PATRICK MATHEWS: All four wrestlers are in there! The ref’s losing control!
CJJ: Let them fight, ref, it’s more entertaining that way!
FPV charges at Grado with another running clothesline, but Grado ducks under it and pulls FPV around by the arm, and kicks him in the stomach, doubling him over. Grado hits a Stunner on FPV, which snaps FPV up and causes him to spin around to face Sam, and Sam slams Grado’s boot into the face of FPV. FPV staggers back, right into a blind tag from Ortiz. Grado, meanwhile, has pulled his sock off of his foot, slipping it onto his hand. He goes for FPV, who ducks… and Ortiz takes the Mandible Claw instead!! FPV turns, intent on making the save, but Sam grabs his legs from outside of the ring, hauling FPV outside! Ortiz sinks to the mat, as Grado lays on top for the pin, while holding onto the sock-covered claw.
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THREE!!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Here are your winners, “THE LONE WOLF” SAMUEL CHATMAN AND EDWARD GRADO!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: A big, defining victory for Chatman & Grado, as they set themselves up well in the tag-team division! Could this lock them in for a future tag-teams title shot?
CJJ: Anything’s possible when it comes to S.E.X.
The camera focuses on Chatman and Grado, with Grado wanting a hug from Chatman. The fans want to see it too, so Chatman throws in a quick show of support to his partner, before the two men raise each other’s arms. Both are focused on the audience ahead of them, neither realizing that two individuals are coming in behind them.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait, who…
CJJ: Oh, YES!!!
Chatman finds himself spun around, as he’s grabbed by the head….
JKO!!
Grado, stunned, turns to see J Mont getting to his feet. He can’t do anything, though, as Amber Mansley runs right into him with the Slay Boo!!!! Grado goes flying out of the ring, as J Mont and Mansley stand together, laughing at the two guys they just ko’ed after their match.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Why on earth are The Fortunate Ones out here??
CJJ: They’re here to make a statement, of course! They run everything around here, and that includes the tag-team ranks!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But attacking opponents after they’re exhausted from a great contest…
CJJ: … Makes perfect sense! They’ve made their point, and now Chatman and Grado are going to have to live with the fear that The Fortunate Ones have targeted them!
Mansley and J Mont both slide out of the ring, their points made. They signal that the belts are coming to them, before heading up the aisle, leaving behind Chatman and Grado to try and recover, while Ortiz & FPV watch from the other side, shaking their heads at all that’s gone down.
The camera cuts to the skyboxes in the arena and sitting in one of them is none other than the newly crowned WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, “Cholo” Giovanni Santana. He is wearing an all-white custom-made Hugo Boss suit, black shirt, unbuttoned and oddly enough, black samba Adidas shoes. His afro is looking as puffy and fresh as ever. When the big screen shows him the crowd goes wild and he laughs bashfully before waving to everyone and pointing to a few nearby fans. In his lap sits the title folded up, while in his hand he holds his favorite mezcal drink. Next to him, to his right and left are the 3 ladies that accompanied him to the ring on Monday Night brawl. In the back row are kids from his shelter, handpicked by Cholo to take part in today’s festivities. As they sit there enjoying Smash, Denise Essex shows up, requesting a few minutes of Cholo’s time. He obliges, standing up and putting his drink down then giving Denise a warm hug. She may or may not be biting her lip as he does. Once the hug is broken, she composes herself before beginning the impromptu interview.
DENISE ESSEX: Good evening Cholo, so glad to have you in attendance tonight.
CHOLO: Evening preciosa, Cholo is very glad to be here to enjoy the very first Monday Night Smash!
DENISE ESSEX: It is indeed the very first Smash of the new era, with many talented wrestlers in this roster. But before we get into that, let me ask you first about your health; it’s been a week since we last saw you on Brawl. Your Willy Wonka antics aside, how are you feeling? Where are you percentage wise? After all, you’ll be facing Austin Ramsey in a week’s time in your first World title defense.
CHOLO: First let me say that Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory is my favorite movie, ever! Second, before I answer your question, I wanted to address something I did at Brawl… and this is directed at John “The Beast” Cable…. I just wanted to apologize to you, because even though I said I respected you, word has come to my ear that me spitting his drink out has been misunderstood… The reason why Cholo spat out his drink is simple, his drink of choice was water and my palette was simply not ready for it. One of my lovely friends here told me in my ear what the drink was and of course I understood and proceeded to say I respected Cable… but of course, people will only focus on the negative and not the positive but once again I say to you Mr. Cable, I respect you, and my apologies again for that… Definitely respect you living that straight edge life.
Cholo applauds and the crowd gives a nice reaction.
CHOLO: Now is Cholo 100%? No, he is definitely not… Will he be 100% when he faces the husband of his bestie, Todrick Ramsey, (hello friend!), Mr. Pouty face, Austin Ramsey? Probably not… but is he 100% ready to defend his title? SIMON QUE SI!
Crowd cheers loudly. Cholo picks up his belt, unstraps it, puts it over his shoulder before patting it proudly.
CHOLO: At the Cannabis Cup Cholo was less than 100%, hell, by the time the finals rolled around, he was probably less than 50% physically… but Cholo’s heart never drops over 100 and as long as his heart is beating, he will be defending his newly won precious… Whether it is against Austin Ramsey, Mac Bane at the next pay-per-view or anyone in the Smash roster who thinks themselves worthy.
DENISE ESSEX: and who do you consider worthy right now?
CHOLO: Well off the top of my head, my good friend J-Mont of course always has to be in the conversation… John Cable whom I just mentioned and you know who Cholo thinks he has the potential to become a big time player here? Clyde Newton. Keep an eye on him.
DENISE ESSEX: That’s a very interesting top 3-
CHOLO: But let Cholo just say that anyone on any given day could earn a shot, and many in the back deserve a shot… and if I can call out my good friend J-Mont, who came into Brawl and dropped F-Us to everyone in the Brawl roster, let Cholo say that it doesn’t matter if you are in Brawl or Smash, if you are in the WGWF roster, that means you are a worthy competitor and Cholo has nothing but respect for each and everyone of you.
DENISE ESSEX: Wow, really? Even Sonya Benson?
CHOLO: Children, cover your ears…
They do.
CHOLO: No, **** that no good ***** ***** bruja…
The crowd in the arena goes wild with laughter.
DENISE ESSEX: Okay then! Well champ, thank you for your time and enjoy the rest of the show.
CHOLO: Gracias preciosa… GRACIAS MI GENTE!
The crowd cheers loudly for their new World Champion.
We cut towards the arena as we suddenly hear Johnny Cash’s No Grave Can Hold My Body Down as we see Goth along with his wife and Kat Jones walk out towards the arena as the fans react to the Brawl member.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What is Goth doing here?? This is Monday Night Smash!!!
CJJ: (coughs) J Mont (coughs)
The man who beat Joe Montuori walks towards the ring as he helps both ladies get inside the ring before entering himself. He asks for a microphone as he looks around the arena and enjoys the cheers before gesturing towards the crowd to be silent as he is about to speak.
GOTH: I never thought I would ever step inside a Monday Night Smash ring, that is until I saw what Joe Mont and his group of the Unlucky Ones had to say.
The crowd laughs at the mocking word play upon the Fortunate Ones
GOTH: And all I can say about that was that it was… Interesting, but honestly Joe?? Really???
He gives a mocking laugh into the camera as he walks around the ring before returning to the same spot as the look on his face has changed to an angry one.
GOTH: YOU WANT TO START A WAR JOE??!!!! Maybe you should try and finish one before starting a new one!!!!
CJJ: Oh my!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The first shot has been fired!!!
Goth runs the back of his hand across his mouth before he continues.
GOTH: Seriously Joe, if I had not known that you were trying to be serious. I would have thought that you were delirious!! That you were trying to compensate the fact that you got no grapefruits for fuck sakes!! And you want to hide behind the skirt of that bimbo Mansley??
He cocks his head sideways as he turns his attention towards the crowd with a smirk
GOTH: I really feel bad for all of you Smash fans that you have to deal with Dumb and Dumber on this roster.
Crowd: Dumb and Dumber!! Dumb and Dumber!!! Dumb and Dumber!!
GOTH: Now I understand that you like to hide behind the current Smash champion Joe, because it’s your only measurement of being relevant in any fashion. Because I have noticed a trend in the recent months Joe. You used to be a man that managed to beat me at CCP vs. the World, you used to be a man that could win a world title… And you used to be a man that did things on HIS OWN. Now tell me Joe, do you realize what I am trying to tell you?? You are a nobody!! You are nothing but a loud mouth and the only difference between you and Amber Mansley is the fact that she makes a skirt look good on her!!!!
The crowd cheers as Goth walks over towards the ring ropes and stares into the camera close to the ropes.
GOTH: You want a war Joe?? You want to put everyone through the embarrassment of being irrelevant compared to Monday Night Brawl?? You got it!! But instead of I’m not going to give the spotlight to just you three, I’m going to direct my attention to the entire Monday Night Smash… Brawl has been the bar to what a wrestling show needs to be since day one!!! We are the standard bearer of what being the best is all about…. And nobody on this current roster has got a chance in HELL to compete with us!!!
This is the first time we hear boos coming from the crowd along with a small group of Brawl fans that start a Brawl chant as Goth shakes his head with a sinister smile.
GOTH: We welcome the challenge, because even though we are the establishment in the wrestling industry we are still hungry!! Hungry to compete with everyone!! Whether it is John Cable, the current Smash champion Enigma, Clyde Newton…. We will destroy you!!! Annihilate you!! And when the smoke has settled and the dust falls down upon your weak shoulders Joe… You will realize that I will destroy you in our third and final match… Just like Brawl will destroy a brand that wants to be competition!!!
He suddenly looks around him and smirks.
GOTH: I guess your warning for me to look over my shoulder was nothing more than you shooting with blanks wasn’t it Joe?? Well, all I got to say is that it was fun… But this was the highlight of the show and everything that will come after this will just be a disappointment. Because this show is just like a Joe Montuori promise, load of hot air but no substance…. Deal with it… Monday Night Brawl… OUT!!!!
Goth drops the microphone as he turns his attention towards Kat Jones and his wife Melissa as the threesome walk out to a mixed reaction of mostly boos and some cheers.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Good Lord, I don’t think that the people in the back will take these words kindly!!
CJJ: Next week I will be wearing a helmet!!!!! This is WAR Smash Faithful!!!!
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring, standing 5’3” and weighing 113 lbs, from Orange County, California, here is SKYLAR CARSONS!!
"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.
PATRICK MATHEWS: After missing out on the Cannabis Cup shows, Carsons is looking to make up some ground and state her case as one of the premier athletes on Smash!
CJJ: I would have chosen an easier target to make my point than one of The Fortunate Ones. Maybe you.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’m not a wrestler.
CJJ: You’re under contract, aren’t you?
PATRICK MATHEWS: …
“Break It Down” by Lil Debbie plays the venue’s interior surround systems. The audience immediately boos the young athlete coming out from the backstage area smiling at the hatred she receives. Amber stands center stage with her hands on her hips, staring out to the audience before doing a slow twirl where a spotlight shines only on her, creating the illusion of a silhouette. Once she faces the audience again, she snaps her fingers, and the lights return to normal before strutting down to the ring like on a model’s runway.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Her opponent! Hailing from Boca Raton, Florida! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 143 pounds! She is “THE INFLUENCE” AMBER MANSLEY!!
Amber stops before the apron facing the ring, then looks both ways at the fans at ringside booing her. She gently leans over the apron, shrugs her shoulders, and then kisses the camera. Amber holds onto the bottom rope with both hands before spinning herself into the ring, lying on the canvas in the center. The camera transitions to a sky-view with a single spotlight on her in the arena, and from the camera’s point of view, it looks like an artwork of Amber in a silhouette fashion. She gets back on her feet, snaps her finger to alert production to brighten the lights, and silences her music as she takes refuge in a corner, kicking her body up on the top rope to relax.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Mansley is still holding onto a lot of anger due to her inability to claim the Television Title, as Jenny Myst now holds that belt.
CJJ: Okay, but picture this: Mansley would have had to stay on Brawl at that point. That would have broken up The Fortunate Ones. So Mansley just needs to go on a streak here, become a champion, and all things are golden.
PATRICK MATHEWS: She’ll have to compete with Enigma and J Mont in that department.
CJJ: Never. The Fortunate Ones ride together!! … except for Flash, who couldn’t resist Arby’s.
Amber Mansley and Skylar Carsons meet in the center of the ring. Mansley seems she could care less about Carsons as she brushes past her, instead staring out at the crowd. Skylar quickly takes offense and runs up behind Mansley, grabs her by the shoulder, and spins her around to where she is now eye to eye with her. Mansley simply takes her hand, places it on Carson’s face and with everything she’s got shoves it forward as she pie faces her and then turns around towards the audience once again, showing Carsons absolutely zero respect. Carsons stands there for a moment with a “SERIOUSLY, BITCH?” look on her face, before running up behind Mansley and rolling her up into a school boy pin as the ref was in perfect position to drop down and make the count as the fans counted aloud.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Mansley may think Carsons is beneath her, but she has to at least respect her enough not to turn her back on her!
CJJ: Carsons is such a dirty wrestler, going for the pin that way. But Mansley is going to make her pay!
Skylar Carsons gets back to her feet and suggests Mansley get her head out of her ass. Mansley, not liking being shown up at all, shoots to her feet and charges at Casons, but Skylar was ready for her as she sends Amber up and over with a hip toss. Mansley’s backside impacts the canvas but she quickly pops up on her feet again and appears to change her tactics as she attempts a more cerebral approach. The two circle one another for a few moments before Skylar Carsons decides to try and take the fight to Mansley by lunging toward her with a jumping knee. Amber Mansley simply side steps then quickly grabs Skylar by the neck while locking her ankle with hers, then with all of her force, Mansley pushes backwards sending Carsons crashing down onto the canvas back first with a high impact Russian leg sweep. Mansley then simply floats over, grabs Carson’s head, and starts to pepper her with closed fists over and over as the ref is now forced to physically put himself between the two competitors. The ref then started his five count and as he nearly reached four Mansley backed off while Carsons tried to regroup quickly.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re seeing some of that anger coming out from Mansley here, as she wants to make a point that The Fortunate Ones run Smash now.
CJJ: Point made, Fortunate Ones Win. Guaranteed.
Carsons decides to take her opponent head on as she stands in the center of the ring and dares Mansley to approach, Skylar lunges forward looking for a lock up but Amber Mansley side steps her and catches her flush across the cheek with a UTTERLY DEVASTATING SPINNING BACK FIST that hits Skylar Carsons so hard it causes her to spin around. The moment Carsons shows her back to Mansley, Mansley reaches and locks her arms around Skylar’s waist. She plants her leg and with all of her force sends Carsons hurling backwards, landing on her shoulders and the bridge of her neck. THe crowd let loose a collective sigh when they hear the way Skylar Carsons’ shoulders smacked the canvas, Mansley bridges into a pin.
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2…
THR
KICKOUT!!!! And Skylar Carsons just barley kicks out of Amber Mansley’s signature STAY MAD backfist German suplex combo.
CJJ: C’mon, ref, that was three!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That wasn’t even close to three, CJJ.
CJJ: What does that even mean? It was 2 1/2 at least, and isn’t that close to 3??
PATRICK MATHEWS: Okay, fine, you got me with that one…
The crowd is starting to grow a bit louder for Skylar Carsons, showing her support as Mansley gets up on her feet. She dares Skylar Carsons to get up and face her. Carsons doesn’t have any back down in her eyes as she gets to her feet and runs, jumps blasting Amber Mansley with a Superman punch that catches Mansley off guard causing her to stumble backwards. Skylar Carsons ducks her shoulders and rams them into Amber Mansley’s midsection driving her as hard as she could into the padded steel pads of the turnbuckles. Mansley’s back impacting with the turnbuckle pads echoes throughout the arena as Carsons backs Mansley into the corner. Carsons lowers her shoulders once more and grabs the middle ropes for leverage as she repeatedly rams her shoulder into Amber Mansley’s mid section. Mansley appears dazed as she is gasping for air before each time Carsons rams her shoulders into her midsection.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Carsons can put a lot of force behind her, showing that you can’t underestimate her.
CJJ: Please. Once Mansley lets her ‘get a little hope’, this one will be all but over. I think.
Mansley drops down to one knee as Skylar Carsons grabs Amber’s arm and yanks her out of the corner. Mansley comes firing out of the corner only to be sent right back down to the canvas as Amber Mansley face plants after Carsons pulled Mansley out of the corner throwing her forward then dropping down and sweeping Mansley’s legs out in front of her causing Mansley to go flying face first into the canvas. Carsons then jumps up on the turnbuckles with her back to the ring. She bounces from the bottom to the middle then from the middle to the top and once on top, she springboards up, leaping into the air into a moonsault rotation. But when she comes down, she keeps her legs straight and catches Amber Mansley in the back with a GBE Moonsault DOUBLE STOMP…as the fans see Skylar Carsons pull off the unbelievable move every ass is out of every seat as the fans chant:
Crown: SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH]
Skylar Carsons drags Mansley out of the corner a bit and drops down as the ref begins his count/
1…
2…
THREE-NO!!!
The ref points to what everyone in the arena is now looking at, which is Amber Mansley’s foot on the bottom rope.
PATRICK MATHEWS: A close save for Mansley there, as I thought this might be over!
CJJ: Are you kidding? Mansley’s so bored, she’s lounging with her legs up. This isn’t anything to be concerned about.
Skylar Carsons pounds the mat in frustration after having the taste of victory ripped from her. Carsons decides to try and go back on the attack as she stomps on Mansley who is trying to pull herself up to her feet. Carsons leans in and grabs Mansley by the arm, but Amber bursts forward with a sudden burst of energy, taking Skylar Carsons off of her feet and onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. Mansley marches to the center of the ring before using her arms to power Skylar off of her shoulders flying forward as Mansley lifts her knee high in the air nailing Carsons in the chin with a textbook GTS!! But before Carsons’ body can slump onto the mat, Mansley grabs Carsons by the arm, pulls her close and damn near DECAPITATES HER WITH A VICIOUS SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! The fans boo as Amber Mansley is putting the bad mouth on Skylar before dropping down driving her forearm into Skylar Carsons’ face as the ref begins the count once more.
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THREE NO NO NO NO CARSONS JUST BARELY GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!!
CJJ: Damn it, ref!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He’s calling it right down the middle, CJJ.
CJJ: Well, damn it, tell him to start shifting to Mansley’s side, because this one should be over!
Amber Mansley is NOT happy about it, she believes she got the three, but instead of punching the ref out she grabs Skylar Carsons by the hair and begins to slam her fist into her face. Tee ref once again calls for a break due to the closed fists and he even almost makes it to the count of five before Mansley throws her hands up and then climbs back to her feet. Skylar Carsons is trying to crawl back to her feet and Amber Mansley walks over and stomps on Carsons’ fingers as the fans pepper Mansley with boos. Mansley pulls Skylar up by her neck and thrusts Skylar’s head in between her legs. Mansley then wraps her arms around Skylar’s waist and lifts her up throwing her back first into the same corner they were in just a few moments ago. Skylar Carsons back smacks the padded steel with a thud that echoes throughout the arena. Skylar’s body slumps against the corner as Amber Mansley backs up a few paces, runs forward and slams her boot directly across Skylar Carsons’ face with a HELLUVAKICK!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That was an amazing kick from Mansley, I’ll give her that.
CJJ: It’s so amazing that we’re going to get to see it again! C’mon, Amber!
Mansley backs away from the corner once more and comes running forward but Skylar Carsons simply falls out of the way just as Mansley was lifting her leg. Mansley is now straddling the top turnbuckle as SKylar Carsons quickly pulls herself to her feet. She hits the ropes on the far side and comes running back just as Mansley was able to find her footing, but as soon as Mansley looks up Skylar Carsons cleans her clock with a spinning ROARING ELBOW. The move staggers Mansley backwards as Carsons takes a few steps away, plants her feet then lunges forward slamming her boot into Amber Mansley’s chin with her SUPERKICK FINISHER!!! Only Amber Mansley doesn’t fall to the canvas instead she falls backwards through the middle ropes and onto the floor…Skylar Carsons falls to her knees to curse her wretched fortune as Amber Mansley lay motionless on the outside…The only play here now is for the ref to make the ten count…Which the fans are more than happy to count along with…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Can Mansley recover out there?
CJJ: Of course she can! … She just may not choose to. The Fortunate Ones decide their own fates, Patrick, no one else!
As the ref’s count gets higher, Mansley pulls herself up, rubbing her jaw. She rolls herself back into the ring… and then immediately rolls back out, resetting the clock. Carsons, annoyed by this, goes outside of the ring on the other side and comes around, running at Mansley from behind. Sensing her coming, Mansley quickly hurries up, running around the turnbuckle and going into the ring. Carsons follows right after her… and Mansley is springing off the ropes towards her as soon as Carsons gets up, nailing her with the It’s Giving Finisher!!!! Carsons didn’t see it coming at all, dropping to the mat, as Mansley quickly makes the cover.
1…
2…
THREE!!!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Here is your winner… “THE INFLUENCE” AMBER MANSLEY!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Mansley absolutely suckered Carsons in there!
CJJ: She was just tired of playing around with Skylar, Patrick. It was time for this one to end.
PATRICK MATHEWS: If that kick hadn’t sent Mansley out of the ring, you might be whistling a different tune right now.
CJJ: But I’m not, I’m whistling a tune of victory for The Fortunate Ones!
The referee holds up Mansley’s arm, allowing her to stand victoriously over the recovering Carsons. Once more, Mansley just shows disdain for her opponent, walking away without a backwards glance.
The lights go down, greenish strobes pulsing in time with an ominous tempo as it grows in volume, the bass notes nearly drowning out the booing it elicits as some of the more die-hard fans recognize it for what it is. A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, a haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of the music.
"Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus"
A hulking horned beast appears from the gloom, slowly and methodically stalking towards the ring. His leather doomsday cloak is open over his massive chest, each step bringing him further into the light until "The Monster Machine" is revealed in full. The dark and Gothic chanting continues, music swelling in volume as each pulse in the tempo and each measured step of the monster are in sync.
"Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita
Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita"
ENIGMA ascends the ring steps and subtly wipes his feet on the apron, turning towards the crowd as he removes the horned skull mask, revealing his soot-streaked face and colourless eyes. Throwing his head back, he sprays a bloody mist into the air before letting out a snarl. When his head lowers, blood drips from his chin and down his heaving chest, some spattering on the gleaming faceplace of the SMASH World Championship that's fastened around his waist. Slowly and methodically, he unfastens it and holds it aloft, a sadistic grin on his face as he soaks up the mixed reaction of the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: No love lost for our esteemed champion, it seems.
CJJ: I can only wonder what he's come out here to get off his chest.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Probably here to put the entire company on notice!
The crowd noise finally dies down and he pulls out a microphone from beneath that leather coat, lifting it to his lips.
ENIGMA: This is the first time in all my years in this business – and believe me, there have been a lot. I started in 1997, after all. Twenty-six years, and this is my first time stepping foot in a wrestling ring in Orlando.
It's clear by his tone that he's being sarcastic, trying to piss off the crowd since most of them have been following him long enough to know that he first met Joe Montuori working for Pro Wrestling Excellence who hosted most of their shows at the Magic Kingdom. Predictably, the crowd is quick to jump all over him for it, some booing while others continue to cheer.
ENIGMA: Best twenty-six years of my life, too. Absolutely thrilled to continue the trend of never breaking a sweat in Orlando here with you tonight.
He grins wolfishly as the crowd gets rowdy once again even as those die-hards cheer again, knowing that he's hinting at that impressive win streak that began a little over a year ago.
ENIGMA: All joking aside…this last year has been surreal. It has been one of the best of those past twenty-six years and it feels like I have packed a lifetime into the last 365 days. Epic. That's a good word for what happened in that ring with Chris Page. I won't tack that ugly word onto the end of it. You know what I'm getting at. Pride comes before a fall – always. And the bigger the ego, the tastier the soul is when I rip it from the chest of the unwilling. I wonder how he feels to join the ranks of JMont and Peter Vaughn as the former champions I've conquered.
He pauses for a brief second, almost as if collecting his thoughts before that flash of a sardonic grin appears again.
ENIGMA: Even without coming into this company like a wrecking ball… that's the big one, isn't it? Chris Page, the man who conquered the mountain in Denzel's tournament and got all the trolls up in arms in that dumpster fire that Twixxer's become these days. Is that an admirable thing? I'm not sure. All I know is that I still feel as though I have more to prove.
That gets a few pops from the crowd and he inclines his head to acknowledge them.
ENIGMA: Tonight, in just a few moments, we have a three-way dance to determine my next partner in the DANCE OF THE DAMNED – that next hand-picked victim. Who are we culling from the herd? This is not an opportunity. You know this, right? This is Shirley Jackson's LOTTERY. This is a march to the gallows.
The crowd boos and he shakes his head.
ENIGMA: You want me to pretend that any of them have a shot? You want me to lie, and sing their praises? No. I will repeat myself because it seems that my proclamations continue to fall on deaf ears, despite being proven right time and time again. I will not lose. You will ONLY take this championship when I no longer have a use for it – do you understand that? Until then… you are grease for the gears of THE MONSTER MACHINE and nothing more. That is where I differ from the rest of these bad guys everyone hates. I'm not in this for FAME and FORTUNE. I am not here to be taken advantage of and I am nobody's babysitter.
The boo birds come out again, reminded of what he did to Summer Page at XWF's November 5th Pay Per View event.
ENIGMA: I'm in it for what wrestling can do for me on a personal level, serving as an outlet for my DARKEST urges. Most days, it's a battle between two f's. Lately fighting's all I've been doing. No pleasure here. Just work. A hero is only as good as the villain he's pitted against and if there's no conflict, then the world is BORING. Our little microcosm here in WGWF and I will be DAMNED if I let Smash's memory be tainted by this becoming the B-show. I am here to bring this company to another level. If you think that you can do it better, you are welcome to step up and test me.
His soot-rimmed eyes scan over the crowd as an eerie silence falls and he stares everyone down before letting out a mocking laugh.
ENIGMA: That's what I thought.
With that, he lets the microphone fall from his fingers and leaves the ring, heading for the announce table to join the commentary team.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yikes. Literal chills.
CJJ: Say what you want about him, but that man has earned his stripes. Right now, as much as I hate to say it, he's the measuring stick and whoever finally slays the monster is definitely gonna have his work cut out for him.
MEMPHIS BELLE: It is now time for our main event of the evening. This will be a Triple Threat match set for one fall, with the winner becoming the #1 Contender for the WGWF Smash Championship! Introducing first, standing 5’10” and weighing 210 lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, here is CLYDE NEWTON!!
We see Clyde Newton waiting in the back, ready to fight, as “Look Into My Eyes” by Obie Trice hits the sound system. Newton, hyped up, points at the camera before turning and pulling the black curtain aside, storming out onto the stage. He begins his signature dance, as the entertained crowd cheers him on, before he makes his way down the ramp. He rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, making himself at home as he prepares for his challengers.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Newton came so close to winning the Last Chance Battle Royal for the Cannabis Cup. So many things might have changed if he’d ended up tossing out Knight or Adams.
CJJ: Newton’s a true find, a wrestler who would do anything to win and enjoy every minute of it.
ENIGMA: If it wasn’t for that man there, I may have held two championships before IIW closed its doors.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing next, a former WGWF World Tag-Team Champion, standing 6’10” and weighing 328 lbs, from Detroit, Michigan, here is “THE UNTAMED DEMON”... DAMAGE!!
Before the Tron plays the Lights in the arena goes pitch black, The Tron play showing 3 little girls playing and looks at the camera and say, "He is Here" and then slowly fades to black. A man's voice say" Run" followed by “Untamed” by Jacob Lizotte hits the PA system and The Damage's video plays on the Tron. The lights in the arena flicker in rhythm to the beats. As the theme builds more Damage comes out from behind the curtains and stops at the arena as the crowd goes crazy. He is seen wearing coolers for his eyes with Silver tank-tops with "The Untamed Demon" printed on the tank top below his chest and a leather Sleeveless Vest over his tank top. The word “DAMAGE” is pasted with Diamonds on the back of the Sleeveless vest . He is seen wearing long leather pants and black boots. Two elbow pads are seen on his elbow. With a smirk on his face, Damage starts walking down the ramp looking focused on the ring as he neglects the fans who were stretching their hand in hopes to touch his body. He reaches the end of the ramp and walks towards the ring apron. Damage pulls the top rope and climbs on the ring apron. He steps over the top rope with one leg and gets inside the ring. Damage walks to the center of the ring and looks at the fans of WGWF who were on their feet on seeing the untamed demon before as he raises his right hand in the air as the pyros goes on from all the corners of ring posts like a fountain. The crowd lets a huge pop in the arena. Damage removes his coolers and the Vest to hand them over to the stage hand as his music slowly dies. He paces to show that he is ready to dominate the match with the same smirk on his face.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage had one of his biggest victories yet at the Cannabis Cup show, burying Johnny Stylez alive with the help of his tag-team partner, Ragnarok.
CJJ: Too bad Stylez got himself dug up afterwards. Guess Damage didn’t put him deep enough.
ENIGMA: A fool with an even more foolish name. I could do without both of them.
CJJ: Big E’s not pulling any punches tonight! Oh boy.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And their final opponent… a former WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, standing 6’5” and weighing 256 lbs, from Oil City, PA, here is JOHNATHAN “THE BEAST” CABLE!!
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cable makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match.
ENIGMA: A former champion knows what needs to be done in a match like this.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Are you saying Cable’s your boy in this?
ENIGMA: Don’t put words in my mouth.
As the bell rings, the three competitors consider each other, each ready to do what they must in order to seize this opportunity. Newton is the first to talk, trash talking both Cable and Damage about how much better he is than either of them. They both turn his way, with Newton saying he has no problem fighting both… but as they step towards him, Newton suddenly slides himself out of the ring, landing on the outside and laughing as he walks away, dusting himself off. Cable shakes his head in disappointment, then turns to Damage, ready to fight him. The two men square off… and then stop, surprised, as the large Tron suddenly comes on, with Jonathan Barrows looking down at them!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What is this all about?
CJJ: Just listen and learn, Patrick.
ENIGMA: I can only imagine. Nothing good, I’m sure.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Sorry to interrupt, as I know you all are very excited to start bashing each other’s brains in. I just wanted to be sure and remind you all of how very important this match is. A Smash #1 Contender must be chosen. There MUST be a winner. So, to that end, you should all keep in mind that this is a Triple Threat match which will end in pinfall or submission. Other than that… anything goes. Enjoy!
Barrows immediately disappears from the screen, as Cable and Damage turn to look at each other, thinking through what this means. They don’t have time to think long, though, as a steel chair suddenly slams into Cable’s back, sending him reeling through the ropes and falling outside to the floor!! Surprised, Damage spins around to find Clyde Newton standing there, rearing back to swing at him as well! He lets loose, but Damage does the only thing possible to defend himself: he punches away the chair, sending it flying! Newton, shocked, steps back, but Damage is clutching at his wrist from the impact, possibly having injured it.
Newton immediately changes his strategy, bouncing back into the ropes and charging forward with a running knee into Damage, knocking him back into the corner. Newton follows up with a second running knee, keeping the big man at bay, before climbing up on him and slugging away, doing his best to subdue the largest wrestler in the match. Damage, though, manages to push Newton off of him, shoving him back to the mat, where Newton does a quick roll. Damage comes out, trying to grab him, but Newton jumps up with a kick right to the injured wrist, sending Damage staggering away again.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Did Newton know that Barrows was going to make that announcement?
CJJ: I think he’s just a clever son of a bitch.
ENIGMA: An opportunist for sure. Damage would do good to stay out of harm’s way here.
Newton has followed after Damage, trying to twist him down into an armlock submission variation to try and remove his wrist from the fight. But Newton is so focused, he doesn’t see a furious Cable coming back into the ring, carrying a steel chair of his own! He comes up quickly behind Newton, lifting the chair high above, before bringing it down full strength into Newton’s back!! The wrestler yells out, straightening up in agony. He turns around, but Cable’s reversed the chair, driving it straight into Newton’s ribs! Newton doubles over, with Cable grabbing him by the head while dropping the chair in front of them. He quickly gets Newton up, landing a fireman’s carry DDT straight into the chair!!! With Newton down, Cable rolls the wrestler over and covers him, as the referee slides in.
1!!
2!!
And Damage quickly breaks it up with a stomp, stopping the pin! As Cable works to get up, Damage grabs him with one arm, picking Cable up onto his shoulder. Cable tries to push himself free, but he can’t do it in time, as Damage drops him onto the turnbuckle with the Snake Eyes!! Cable stumbles off, holding his head, but this just gets the range for Damage to charge him, scoring with a running boot that floors the masked man! The ref moves in, ready to count a pin attempt, but Damage has already turned his back on Cable. He’s angrily flexing his hurting wrist as he glares over at a recovering Newton, clearly wanting some payback! Newton pulls himself up, but he’s too close to the corner, as Damage charges in at him, scoring with a big back elbow. Damage then continues to land the elbow shots, working over Newton with his good arm, as the crowd seems to get behind him.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage is looking to live up to his name here tonight!
CJJ: He certainly did some damage to his wrist, I’ll grant him that.
ENIGMA: Not the wisest move here, weakening his other arm in the process.
With Newton hanging in the corner, knocked senseless, Damage turns back to where Cable is starting to get up. He goes over to him, grabbing him by the arm to get him up. Damage then sets him for a short-arm clothesline, swinging away… but Cable ducks under it, running to the ropes instead. As a surprised Damage turns around, Cable leaps into him, getting a bulldog lariat!! Damage rolls, hurting, but Cable is right on him, his veteran instincts telling him to capitalize on the earlier damage. He grabs hold of Damage’s injured arm, applying a tight wristlock submission! Damage struggles against it, trying to pull himself towards the ropes, even though it would have no effect in breaking the hold besides giving Damage some leverage.
Cable works to add in his legs to the maneuver, wanting more leverage, but this works against him as Newton suddenly comes back into it, leaping up and dropping a knee right onto Cable’s throat!! The masked man bounces away, gasping, as Newton quickly turns to the injured Damage, seeing him using the ropes to get to his feet. Newton immediately flies into him with the Street King superkick, knocking Damage into the ropes before he falls forward to the mat, stunned! Newton quickly jumps on top, holding onto a leg as he yells at the ref to count as fast as possible.
1!!
2!!
And Damage kicks out, showing he’s still got plenty left in the tank!
ENIGMA: Panda Express got a little too cocky there.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Panda…what?
ENIGMA: Newton’s downfall is that massive ego of his. Hubris is a curse.
Newton looks annoyed with the referee, saying that it should have been over right then. The referee disagrees. Newton lets loose his anger on Damage, kicking away at him several times on the mat. He then turns and looks back at where Cable is getting to his feet. Newton shakes his head, yelling at Cable that his time is over. He runs at Cable, raising his fists… and Cable catches him, spinning a shocked Newton around to deliver a tilt-a-whirl piledriver!!! The crowd pops heavily for that one, even as Cable makes the cover, trying to keep Newton’s shoulders on the mat.
1!!
2!!
THR…
And Newton kicks out in time! Cable shakes his head, then goes to pull both wrestlers up, wanting to take care of this one as soon as possible. He pulls the hurting Newton up and lifts him onto his shoulders, locking him into a Torture Rack!! The crowd pops, knowing this could be the start of The Darkest Hour! But before Cable can finish, Damage is there, grabbing Cable by the throat with his good arm!! He lifts up, taking BOTH Cable and Newton into the air, landing a massive chokeslam!! Newton flies under the ropes, rolling off the apron to the floor. Meanwhile, Damage drops onto Cable, putting all his weight on him for the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
NO! Cable pushes his shoulder off the mat to keep this one alive!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What a display of power from Damage!
CJJ: These guys are all intent on beating the holy hell out of each other, and I’m loving every minute of it!
ENIGMA: The longer this goes on, the easier it will be for my defense. None of them will be in fighting shape at this rate.
Damage slowly gets up, still favoring his injured wrist. He picks up Cable, setting him in place in front of him. Damage then lets out a short yell to power himself up, before lifting Cable up basically with one arm into position for the Untamed Demon’s Warcry jackknife powerbomb!! He slams Cable straight down onto his back, crushing the man, as Damage has to take a quick knee from the exertion. He recovers quickly, though, managing to get himself around for the cover, hanging on as tightly as possible.
1!!
2!!
T…
And suddenly, Clyde Newton is there, spraying Damage in the face with a fire extinguisher!!! Damage rolls backwards, blinded, even as Newton pulls himself to his feet. He tosses away the extinguisher, having expended all of its contents into Damage’s face. Instead, Newton grabs the other equipment he brought into the ring with him: the ring bell! He lifts it overhead, racing right at Damage, who can’t see well enough to avoid it. The loud clang echoes throughout the arena as the bell hits, knocking Damage straight down to his back!! Newton stands over him, wearily smirking, before dropping to his knees and covering the large wrestler. The ref drops in next to them.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
And Cable comes in at the very last second, crashing down on top of both men to break up the cover!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Newton is trying to use every possible advantage he can tonight!
CJJ: Nothing wrong with that. He definitely dented Damage’s head there!
ENIGMA: …and the rivers of red begin to flow.
Newton pulls himself up, looking frustrated that Cable was able to break up the pin. Damage rolls to his side, where the camera shows us that he’s been busted open above the eyebrows, already beginning to bleed heavily. He tries to recover, even as Newton picks up the ring bell once again. He raises it up, saying that Smash is his ring now, as he runs forward… and Cable catches him mid-strike, spinning Newton around into a powerslam!! The ring bell bounces away, falling out of the ring, as Cable holds onto a desperately kicking Newton, trying to keep him down for the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
And Newton manages to kick himself free!! The crowd reacts, feeling every near-fall at this point, loving the competitiveness of the main event. Newton sits up, pain and surprise still on his face for how close that one was. He starts to get to his feet, seeing that Cable is doing the same, neither willing to stay down at this point. Newton gets there first, trying to grab hold of Cable’s arm, only to get knocked back by a fierce headbutt! He stumbles to a knee, as Cable comes in, calling for The Waking Nightmare!! He grabs hold of Newton’s arms, trying to get him into position, but Newton manages to get one arm free… lashing out straight up with a low blow!!!
The crowd groans in sympathy for Cable, even as Newton pulls himself up. He grabs hold of the aching Cable, mouthing off to him, before calling for the Fetal Ending!! He locks onto Cable, about to drop… and a bloody Damage runs into both men with a double-armed spear, taking both down hard on their sides!!! All three men are down, as the crowd is losing it from that impact. The ref checks, noting where Damage’s arms are laying: on both opponents. The ref drops to make a count.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
And on nothing more than pure instinct, Cable and Newton BOTH shoot their shoulders an inch off the mat each, keeping this one going!!
CJJ: Damn, I thought that was it!
PATRICK MATHEWS: These wrestlers know what’s on the line. No one wants to let this opportunity slip away from them.
ENIGMA: All three are proving they are worthy…victims.
Breathing heavily, the bloodied face of Damage looks around at the two men laying in front of him. He seems more infuriated by the sight of his own blood dripping to the canvas, as he rolls himself out of the ring. The fans nearby wonder what’s happening, with one even offering a white towel his direction. But Damage ignores them, instead reaching underneath the mat… and pulling out a large table!! The crowd roars, watching Damage lift the table up and get it into the ring. He climbs in after it, working to get it set up near the corner. Cable, seeing what’s happening, tries to pull himself up, stumbling towards Damage. But the larger wrestler turns, immediately lashing out with the Road Kill boot, knocking Cable back to the mat!!
Damage doesn’t make a cover, though, as he’s clearly wanting revenge on the man who busted him open. He grabs Newton by the leg, dragging him over towards the table. Newton, coming to, tries to kick himself free, but Damage just grabs him by the neck, hauling him off the mat. He takes Newton over to the table, setting him in place for the Highway To Hell elevated powerbomb!!!! He lifts Newton up into the air… but Newton reverses himself over him, flipping around and yanking Damage backwards to the mat!! He holds onto the tights, desperately trying to keep the bigger man down for the count…
1!!
2!!
THRE…
NO!! Damage kicks out in spite of Newton’s leverage!!
ENIGMA: I have to hand it to Damage; the man is proving me wrong in so many ways tonight. Perhaps his skills were squandered against the likes of that illiterate child Stylez.
CJJ: At least he buried that part of his past. Literally.
Both wrestlers get back to their feet, with Damage quickly giving Newton a knee to the gut, bending him over. Damage then leans over him… but Newton lashes out with a low blow!! Damage groans, as even a monster feels a shot like that. It gives Newton enough time to leap up and grab Damage by the head, landing the Fetal Ending!!! Damage falls to the side, as Newton pops up, cockily standing over Damage. Unfortunately, he doesn’t see that Cable is back on his feet, as The Beast charges at Newton, ramming him backwards and clotheslining him over the top rope!! Newton takes a hard landing on the outside, even as Cable turns back to Damage.
The large wrestler is still somehow struggling to get up, perhaps on instinct, but Cable takes full advantage. He grabs hold of Damage, showing his strength as he lifts the monster up and delivers the Darkest Hour through the table!!! This incredible power display has the crowd on its feet, as Cable slumps over Damage, making the cover.
1…
2…
Newton scrambles back in, but…
THREE!!!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Here is your winner… and the NEW #1 Contender to the Smash Championship… JOHNATHAN “THE BEAST” CABLE!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And there you have it! Your first opposition on Smash has just been chosen, Enigma!!
Enigma doesn’t say anything else, setting the headset aside and getting to his feet. He moves around the announce table, staring towards the ring as Cable hauls himself up, hurting but triumphant. The two lock eyes, staring at each other, with Cable ready for even more.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s been an absolutely fabulous night of wrestling action, folks, and this is just Episode #1! So much is to come, so be sure and join us again in two weeks!
CJJ: We’re the A Show for a reason!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Good night!
As Enigma and Cable continue to stare each other down, we slowly fade out.
Thanks to the following match-writers:
Cholo
Goth
Terry Marshall
Johnny Stylez
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
Cholo
Enigma
The Fortunate Ones
Goth
J-Mont
Devlin Knight
Chris Page
Ragnarok
Sports Entertainment Xpress
Cholo
Goth
Terry Marshall
Johnny Stylez
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
Cholo
Enigma
The Fortunate Ones
Goth
J-Mont
Devlin Knight
Chris Page
Ragnarok
Sports Entertainment Xpress