Post by Jonathan Barrows on Nov 27, 2023 19:00:06 GMT -5
As the screen goes black, the anticipation grows. You know what’s coming. You’ve been waiting for it for two weeks now, ever since the debut. 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 Kesaya Center in Miami, Florida. You can hear the fans screaming as the camera pans along them, leading to the entrance ramp, where the fireworks explode in every single direction. A slightly charred cameraman backs up, as we see the flashing, sparkling symbol of WGWF Monday Night Smash! The shot changes to the announce table, where we see Patrick Mathews and CJJ in their normal positions.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hello, fans, and welcome once again to Monday Night Smash!! I’m Patrick Mathews, joined, as always, by CJJ, and we’re ready to begin our second-ever show in grand fashion!
CJJ: Yes! We’re kicking off with The Fortunate Ones again??
PATRICK MATHEWS: Even better, CJJ…
CJJ: … What could be better than that?
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re kicking it off with the new #1 Contender for the Smash Championship, Johnathan “The Beast” Cable!!
CJJ: … You have greatly disappointed me, Patrick.
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 as the spotlights flare to life on a stage near the entrance, and we see Pop Evil playing LIVE! The crowd goes wild as the band starts to get into the track, and play to the crowd with big smiles for the fans.
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 as the band really starts to get into the music.
A dark 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.
As the lead singer begins 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.
John makes his way across the stage to where Pop Evil is playing and waves for the fans to give a round of applause for the band, and they obliged with crazed cheers as Cable starts to bounce his masked head to the beat, headbanging with the Bassist on the side of the stage.
After a minute partying with the band, Cables makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to roars from the fans before the band fades out, the spotlights die down, and the focus turns to John in the ring as John waves to the crowd and finally gets them to settle down enough to bring the mic to his lips and be heard.
JOHN CABLE: Miami... Miami... Miami... It's good to be back!
John says as he plays to the crowd and they eat it up with loud cheers across the arena.
JOHN CABLE: Now... it was insinuated that if I didn't make a big production tonight to make a statement about a particular group of loud mouthed, overbearing, self-righteous, pompous ass Superstars with an over inflated sense of importance that I would be missing an opportunity to clap back at what many believe is the biggest part of SMASH right now.
John says as the fans cheer.
JOHN CABLE: Honestly... I did consider it. For those of you out there who have been following my career for some time, you know I love a good parade... and the John Cable of a couple of decades ago would have put one hell of a show together to humiliate and shame those Stars like no one ever has.
Cable says as he shakes his head and looks out at the crowd who are cheering for him yet again.
JOHN CABLE: To be honest... they would have deserved it... but I realized something while I was drawing up a design for a giant sewage truck float that would have been a sight to see for sure. I realized that those guys are just blasting off at the mouth and showboating because they don't feel important and they want to. Hell, they want to be important so bad they're willing to spend their weeks planning out their entrances and their flamboyant over the top antics... and do it on both shows... and on the twitters... and everywhere anyone who will even spend two second of time listening to them might actually hear it. To be fair... they've taken up enough of the airtime of the WGWF, and this is all I have to say to them…
John says as the crowd falls to a hush to hear the next words from his mouth.
JOHN CABLE: Even though you gave me three fucks just last week... I still don't have a single one to give to you, you dumb ass. The only person in your little group that deserves any attention at all is Enigma, and the only reason you have him around is because you know damn well you wouldn't want to stand across a ring from him and have to defend yourself from the Monster Machine... and that's what makes us different you fucking coward.
John growls through gritted teeth beneath the mask as the crowd loses their minds.
JOHN CABLE: Enigma... you and I both know why you hang around those two faced snakes. Friends close and enemies closer... amirite? You know exactly what kind of threat they can be to everyone, even themselves, and you want to be on the team so you know what to expect. I can't say I blame you. If I were in your position, I'd be paranoid too... but don't worry. Soon enough I'll take that burden for you, Enigma, and you can finally rest... raise your kid... fix your life. You deserve that, and I know how heavy that Legacy weighs on you. Trust me... if anyone on the planet understands what that Belt means besides you... it's me. I can help... and eventually... I'll be your release.
The fans cheer mildly for the statement, the heft of his words sinking in.
JOHN CABLE: But that's a match for another night, right? We've got tons of action scheduled tonight... and each and everyone of you are in for a treat! I'm slated to face off against Space Lord in an epic Grudge Match in our semi main event, and in your main event tonight... YOUR SMASH CHAMPION... the Monster Machine himself, Enigma... faces off against the debuting Aquila Dorada in what promises not to be the dud match of the year, I'm sure... so get up and let Barrows hear how much the Breeders of Miami love the WGWF!
John shouts hyping the crowd up before a shower of green pyros blast off at the four corners of the ring and the entrance ramp as the green pinspots and the spotlights on the side stage flare to life and Pop Evil launches into Trenches once more as Cable climbs out of the ring and slaps hands on the way to the top of the stage as we kick the show off.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Strong words from our #1 Contender, as he prepares for an epic battle with Enigma!
CJJ: He should concentrate on beating the Space nut, and just lay down for The Fortunate Ones. It’d be a lot better for him in the long run.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That will never happen, CJJ.
CJJ: Too bad, his masks sell a lot of merchandise, too.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Let’s get to our first match of the evening!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Our first contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Triple Threat match! 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 never backs down, no matter who his opponent is.
CJJ: But if there’s two opponents, and he runs towards one of them, could you say he’s backing down from the other?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I… well, I guess it depends on your perspective…
CJJ: Hah. Got him. Blade backs down. Now we just need to prove that he gives up, too.
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 had an incredible battle with Corey Bull last Smash. Tonight, he looks for his first WGWF victory.
CJJ: Can’t be a king without a win. Kind of makes him more like a pauper begging outside.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Have you ever gotten a win, CJJ?
CJJ: All the time. Over you.
The hopeful chiptune noises of "Hopes and Dreams" begins to fill the arena, as the fans scream loudly for the man about to make his entrance. As the hits it's stride, a set of pyro goes off and former World Champion Frank Patrick Venable emerges from the curtain, ready to go.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And the final participant, standing 5’11” and weighing 275 lbs, from New Orleans, Louisiana, here is FPV, FRANK! PATRICK! VENABBLLEE!
A burst of energy hits him and he rushes to the ring, slapping as many hands as he can before effortlessly sliding into the ring. Franks gets up, climbs up to the nearest turnbuckle and energetically roaring along with the audience, ready to take on this week's challenge.
PATRICK MATHEWS: FPV was given the key to the city earlier this week, and now he looks for a big victory here tonight!
CJJ: I’ve never understood what the keys mean. Do they unlock anything? Like a secret washroom or something?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think they’re more symbolic than anything.
CJJ: Well, that sucks. They should at least let you into the city’s bank or something…
The bell sounds.
CJJ: Triple Threat action to start things off tonight with John Blade, Gideon King, and FPV!
PATRICK MATHEWS: All three of these guys could use a win in a huge way.
We are underway with all three men sizing each other up before they meet in the center of the ring with a triple test of strength! All three men lock hands in a circle and the test is on with all three seemingly getting the better of the exchange at some point or the other until Blade uses his super strength to hoist both King and FPV up in the air and drive them down into the mat!
CJJ: Who needs Super Cena when you have a Super John Blade?
King rolls out to the floor leaving FPV in the ring who gets stomped on by John Blade before Blade picks him up off the mat. Blade looks for a scoop slam, FPV slides down the back of Blade and shoves him forward sending Blade bouncing off the ropes and into a Frankysteiner that FPV quickly transitions into Code Red submission attempt! King is quickly back in the ring breaking the submission attempt with a stomp to the sternum before we see King picking FPV up and sending him sailing over the top rope and out to the floor!
King spins around where he sees Blade getting back to a vertical base.
King comes up from behind latching onto a back waist lock and snapping off a Release German Suplex that sends Blade back into a neutral corner. John starts pulling himself up to his feet for King to charge across the ring with a running European Uppercut followed up by King who brings him out from the corner and snaps him over with a Northern Light Suplex with a bridge!
1!!
2!!
THR…
FPV dives on top of King making the save and breaking the count.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Matches like these you’ve always got to have your head on a swivel.
Blade rolls out to the floor as FPV starts laying the boots to King. Frank picks King up off the mat and laces him across the chest with a series of knife-edged mixed with open-handed chops across the chest that echo throughout the arena! FPV drives a boot to the midsection and locks in a front face lock where he hoists King up in the air and drives him down into the mat with a Brain Buster!
FPV floats over into a cover hooking the near leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
King kicks out of the near fall!
CJJ: Near fall by Frank, with the unpredictability of triple threats you must strike why the iron is hot.
Frank gets back to his feet where John Blade comes up from behind and takes FPV up in the air with a spinning side slam! Blade pops back up to his feet to a pop from the crowd as he throws up his right hand in the air before leaning over FPV giving him a little of the “you can’t see me” and it’s Blade bouncing off the ropes with a Five Knuckle Shuffle into the forehead of FPV!
Blade quickly makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
FPV escapes with a kick out! John Blade is back to his feet where he starts sizing up FPV for the F-U! FPV begins to stir and starts working his way back up to his feet where he spins around and is met by Blade who takes FPV up over his shoulders only to see FPV slip down the back of Blade and shove him forward sternum first into a set of buckles! Blade staggers backward and starts to spin around as FPV yells out “BOOM! HEADSHOT!” as he lands a Superkick to Blade sending him spilling out through the ropes and out to the floor! FPV lunges to try and keep Blade in the ring but to no avail. FPV starts getting back to his feet where Gideon King spins him around and takes him up into a Fireman’s Carry !
FPV slides down the back of King and rolls him up with a school boy!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
King escapes with a kick out! Both King and FPV are quickly to their feet where they take each other down with a double clothesline!
CJJ: King and FPV are down!
Out on the floor we see John Blade starting to stir and pull himself up using the apron. He looks in the ring seeing both men down and slides in under the bottom rope where he crawls into a cover on King!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
King escapes with a kick out! Blade crawls toward FPV making another cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
FPV escapes with a kick out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Blade nearly picked up the pieces!
John Blade starts getting back to his feet where he reaches down picking Gideon up off the mat. Blade hammers away with several right hands backing King up into a neutral corner! Blade hoists King up to a seated position on the top rope! John steps up on the middle rope and snitches in a front face lock!
FPV enters the screen and sets up Blade for a Powerbomb!
FPV brings Blade off the middle rope with a Powerbomb while Blade brings King off the top rope with a Superplex to complete the Tower of Doom! The Miami crowd erupts with a thunderous ovation as all three men are down!
FPV crawls into the cover on Blade!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Blade kicks out!
CJJ: Now it’s FPV looking for quick covers!
Blade rolls back out to the floor as FPV makes the cover on King!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
The crowd gasps as King escapes with a kick out! FPV starts pushing himself back up to a vertical base where he calls for the Superkick!
PATRICK MATHEWS: FPV has Gideon King in his sights!
King starts rolling over to his chest where he pushes himself up off the mat and back to his feet. FPV explodes out from the corner looking to connect with the Superkick but King ducks! FPV spins around and is taken up into the air in a Fireman’s Carry and lands the GO TO SLEEP!
PATRICK MATHEWS: CHECKMATE BY KING!
Gideon makes the cover!
1!!
2!!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: GIDEON KING
Match Time: 8:21
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PATRICK MATHEWS: He did it! Gideon King gets his first victory in the WGWF!
CJJ: Okay, I’ll give him this much, that’s a sweet finishing maneuver. He really rocked FPV with it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Right there near the end, I thought FPV was going to find a way, but King’s reaction speed served him well in the end.
CJJ: Now let’s see what he does with a victory under his belt.
The ref raises up King’s arm, as he looks extremely pleased with the result. He gives a cocky smile towards the audience, some of whom are at least cheering for him, before leaving the ring.
Pyros begin to explode up the entranceway and there is a mixed reaction. Over and over and over again, fireworks left right and center…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh great, here we go…
CJJ: Yes! The Messiah is here!
The pyros stop and the top of the ramp fills with smoke and the laser show continues as a spotlight hits the center of the entrance. A word lights up on the Tron…
MONEY!
The word fades away on the Tron, to be replaced by another…
POWER!
This word now fades out, to be replaced yet again…
RESPECT!
The boos continue as the music slams through the speakers, but suddenly those boos change to cheers as the smoke clears and we see the spotlight isn't focused on The Fortunate Ones, in fact they aren't even focused on J Mont at all… They're focused on one person only… DEVLIN KNIGHT! Standing there in a J Mont-esque pose wearing a pair of black and red Nike Huarache sneakers, black jeans and a baby blue hoodie with the words “GODS GIVEN” across the front...
CJJ: What the hell is this?!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh, this is brilliant!
CJJ: This is blasphemy, Pat! Who the hell let him in here?!
Devlin smirks and pulls faces at the crowd, thumbing his nose and poking out his tongue in a play on J Mont flipping the bird at people. He sees a sign being held by one young boy that reads “My Mom got me tickets to Smash! That was fortunate!” Which he grabs, positioning his hands as if he's going to rip it up… Instead he puts a hand in his pocket and pulls out a marker pen. The crowd continues to roar with cheers as Devlin hands the sign back to the boy and carries on toward the ring; the camera seeing that Devlin has autographed the sign and put “UN” at the front of the word “fortunate”.
CJJ: This is despicable from Devlin Knight, Pat, who isn't even a Smash athlete! Where's Barrows when you need him??
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think it's hilarious personally, CJJ!
Devlin climbs the steel steps onto the apron, wipes his feet and climbs through the ropes. He walks to the other side and asks for a microphone which he's handed by Memphis Belle as the music now dies down and the crowd chant Devlin’s name.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: Miami, Florida!!!
Cheapest of cheap pops!
DEVLIN KNIGHT: You know, I could say I got lost on my way to Dallas for Brawl next week and found myself here, but of course I'd be lying to you all and I don't wanna do that! No, the truth is I came here tonight because I wanted to speak to a couple of people. Most important of all, I wanted to speak to my friend… Sorry, my FORMER friend, Joseph Montuori, and I was assured by one old Security head in the back that he and… Well, the other ones were here! But I would say that given none of them have shown their faces since I walked out here and set foot in this ring, they must not have arrived yet…
Because they definitely can't be scared and hiding let's be honest, shall we? I mean if we're gonna get to the nitty gritty truth of it all. Firstly we've got Enigma. He is one brutal monster! And he's one of the best to do it currently in a WGWF ring, hell if not anywhere else. He's YOUR Champion, you've got to remember that… And…-
Devlin is cut off by a chant in some sections of the crowd of “Not our Champion - Not our Champion…” he tilts his head slightly and raises an eyebrow feigning surprise…
DEVLIN KNIGHT: Aw c'mon guys, that's not nice! I mean Enigma isn't a complete monster is he? He may absolutely destroy you and everything you stand for, but at least he'll do it within the rules and the law right?!? But I digress, Enigma is well worthy of holding The Smash Championship and one of the best right now.
Then we've got Amber Mansley… Someone I've yet to have the privilege of stepping into the ring with but I've heard a few stories, I'm just waiting to get an upclose view of her In-Ring capabilities to pass judgement… The only issue I've got with ol’ Amber is that she is a dime a dozen “athlete”! In this day and age every person wants to step into a Wrestling ring and believes they can do it. Has Amber proven herself yet? Maybe to some, not to me… This isn't the Big Brother house or the Celebrity jungle where you can have three other tier-five careers like “Actor”, “Social Media Influencer” or “Barbie Doll” and think you can cut it inside the squared circle!
The crowd absolutely love the last line as they laugh and cheer, whilst Devlin paces the ring. He chuckles a little to himself before bringing the microphone back up.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: And then of course you have Joe… J Mont, “Twizted Thoughtz”. A man who was allegedly shocked that Devlin Knight hadn't got in touch with him, since he'd been back, lest he clearly hadn't paid any attention to what Devlin Knight said when he did in fact return! So let me remind you, Miami!
Another cheap pop from Devlin which serves well.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: When I came back, I stated that it was get well soon cards from EACH OF YOU, that made me want to return. Despite what I had done before my disappearance, you people were wishing me well, you were hoping I'd be back soon! Joe? Oh he called me his brother at arms over social media when I got back but before that, before summertime I, alongside J Mont in Mecca, almost ended a man named Maxwell Mason Stone in more ways than one and it was then I disappeared from here, from everything and everyone… And from that point on until now, to this very moment I haven't even had so much as a voicemail left by Joey to find out what's what…
The audience boo at the sound of Mecca and J Mont’s name as Devlin leans against a turnbuckle nodding his head and verbally but inaudibly agreeing with them. He waves his arm towards the ramp and laughs as he puts the mic back up to his mouth.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: Now I'm sure “The Fortunate Ones” will tell anyone willing to listen that they were here but just didn't consider me important enough to grace me with their presence but we all know better than that, right? Joseph CANNOT help himself! If he gets an opportunity to show off, he will do it! The guy is an egomaniac! I'm shocked TFO haven't turned up here in a Chinook or something! Or, driving to the arena in a stretch Hummer, shopping cart, whatever! Because Joseph is always compensating for something you have noticed, right?!?
And then he drags along with him a man who whilst not entirely a victim, is used to make Joe, Amber and Enigma feel better… I'm talking about Flash Rotten! J Mont keeps him around as the “comic relief” in the movie about Joe’s life… Joe will fat shame Flash, Joe will smell shame Flash, all in order to boost his own standing because if I've realised one thing about Joseph Montuori it's that he's little more than a coward and an insecure man-child who uses distraction to gloss over the reality of the situation… And that situation is that currently J Mont IS in fact, in hiding.
Devlin moves away from the turnbuckle and gives an open handed shrug, mouthing “it’s true, he is scared” as the crowd roar with approval at this most recent epiphany. He walks around the ring a little more as a chant of “J Mont’s scared, J Mont’s scared” starts up.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: So with all that said, let me get to the point I was essentially making. J Mont I'm sick of this shit you pull, I was a part of a group with you yes, I was your friend yes… But what you guys do now is nothing short of bullying and self gratification and whilst I've still got breath in my lungs, it ain't happening here in the WGWF anymore! I'm done with sitting there and watching you pretend you're the greatest to walk through those doors because hoss, whilst you're undoubtedly one of the best I've set foot in the ring with, greatest isn't the word I'd use to describe you…
So let this today, as fun as it's been, serve as a serious notice J Mont, The Fortunate Ones… Right now I may be here alone but trust me when I tell all of you, you're marked. You all have targets on your backs and I will put an end to this… Thing… You're trying to make happen! Because it ain't happening! See you soon.
”Money, Power & Respect” kicks in and Devlin puts his hand across his throat as if to tell the sound technicians to cut the music and after a silent five seconds “Welcome Home” by Coheed and Cambria slams through the speakers to a roar from the crowd as Devlin smirks, drops the mic and exits the ring, making his way back up the aisle…
The lights go out before we hear the familiar sound of “Look In My Eyes" which could only mean one thing possible.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Not sure why Clyde is coming out here; he isn't scheduled at this time.
CJJ: Judging by the way he is strolling towards the ring I really don’t think he cares right now.
He walked down the ramp slowly as the fans in Miami continued to boo his name loudly across the arena. With a smirk on his face he reached the bottom of the ramp where there was this middle aged teenage kid sitting. This kid was pointing at Clyde and giving him the thumbs down well holding a Spencer Adams sign in hand. Like a game of tug of war he grabbed the sign away from the kid and ripped it in half as it played on the jumbo titantron.
PATRICK MATHEWS: As if these people needed another reason to hate you Clyde.
CJJ: What is his obsession with Spencer Adams and Brawl?
Sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope he rolled towards the middle before stopping. Standing himself up he stood directly in the middle of the ring and demanded a microphone from the announcer as he had a look of being unimpressed on his face. Motioning to hurry it up the announcer scrambled to grab the microphone and hand it to him.
CLYDE NEWTON: I stand here in Miami… One of the worst decisions I ever made as a wrestler was to visit this shithole. Traveling around the world would be nice, they said… Make a ton of money, they said.
Pausing so the crowd can process what he was saying and also giving them time to disagree
PATRICK MATHEWS: What has gotten into him lately?
CJJ: I am not sure but it seems that ever since he lost to John Cable on the first episode of Smash he has had some sort of meltdown.
Tipping the microphone back up this his mouth he continued to ridicule and belittle the audience in attendance.
CLYDE NEWTON: You guys are the one to blame for everything you know, right? Things could have been fine and dandy here on Smash if you guys would have just shut up and listened but no… You had to make the show all about everyone else. I pray to god that the ugly swamp monster John Cable gets his face bashed in by Space Lord tonight.
The crowd gives a small pop for the mention of one half of the popular tag team..
CLYDE NEWTON: I know you are sitting back there John and I can tell you are mad right now, heart pumping so fast right now, you want to come down here and leave another mask at the scene of the crime so bad right now. We all know I didn’t come here to talk about the freak in the mask I came to talk about business opportunities.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Where exactly is this going?
Turning around fully in the ring we can see that Clyde Newton is sporting a brand new jacket. On the one side of the sleeve it was written in lettering WGWF. On the back of the jacket was a new logo that hadn’t been seen before. Making sure the world has time to see it he paused for a a few moments as the audience was silent.
CJJ: Not going to lie, it's a nice jacket but who wants to support a superstar like him.
CLYDE NEWTON: I will make you a deal… For the next 24 hours only… Half of every dollar I make selling these jackets at merchandise sellers across the globe will go towards the cure. What cure would that be? I am on a solo mission to find the cure we all want and the charity we all want to support.
The crowd cheers a little as he stands in the ring a smiles..
CLYDE NEWTON: Man you guys are gullible and stupid to top it off.
CJJ: He tricked everyone for a second. People were starting to think he was being serious.
A couple of empty beer cans began flying towards the ring landing in proximity to him as he embraced the hatred. With his arms out posing in the ring the audience became louder and louder in the most negative way.
CLYDE NEWTON: You're just mad you paid money to come watch me compete tonight on Smash… I’ll forgive you for that. I find it quite amusing I was able to call out half of the roster on Brawl and still no one has done shit about it. Not once… has anyone stuck up for the brand or even defended it. It seems to me like the roster on the other ship just doesn’t care about their own show. Letting guys like myself walk all over you like a doormat… Wipe my feet off and continue to use you to keep my boots clean. I was told when this brand split was going to happen that both shows would be good for the viewing audience and boy was I excited for a small fraction of time. The only thing that has me scratching my head is the simple fact the other brand has failed to live up to the expectations.
PATRICK MATHEWS: But they have Cholo the face of this roster.
CLYDE NEWTON: Cholo is the face of Brawl I can’t deny that but after him it seems like the talent pool drops off.
CJJ: What is he watching? Brawl is finding their footing.
CLYDE NEWTON: Don’t talk while I am speaking CJJ.. If you want to inspect both cards the clear cut choice is and always will be that Smash runs the company. Even though we have idiots like Johnny Stylez, John Blade, and Corey Bull at least we have firepower beyond them. So I suggest you keep the television glued to Smash tonight so you can witness what a real wrestling program looks like.
Dropping the microphone on the mat he dropped down and exited the ring well the audience were still showing how displeased they were.Walking past the same exact fan he ripped the Spencer Adams poster of he mocked him for a second. Walking back up the ramp slowly he made is what back to gorilla position to await his match in just due time.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We heard from Clyde Newton in an unexpected in ring promo but we need to move on with the show.
“Someone, Anyone” by Anberlin is playing as Memphis Bell is standing in the middle of the ring with one of the competitors.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The following match is a No Countouts, No Disqualifications Match… 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. Just when Seth is about to enter the ring, he is surprised by Johnny Stylez who comes out of nowhere with a suicide dive!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Johnny Stylez is not wasting any time!
CJJ: Well is that Johnny Stylez or is that Jestyr Seryous?!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s Johnny, come on now, Jestyr is a completely different person.
The ref calls for the bell despite both wrestlers being on the outside, since pretty much anything goes in this one. Stylez gets up after taking out Stevens and his eyes are full of crazy, he definitely seems more wound up than the last show. He picks up Stevens and whips him towards the guard rail. Stephens hits hard and Stylez whips him to the opposite side, and he hits hard again, falling down to the floor. Stylez now begins stomping on him, ensuring he stays down and then he gets on top of him and begins to choke him! All the ref can do is look on, and wait for Stevens to either tap or pass out but he does neither as Stylez surprisingly lets him go. He then gets up and brings Stevens up to his feet only to scoop him up to a body slam position but drops him chest first onto the guard rail instead! Stevens is really hurting now and Stylez smiles wildly… He picks Stevens back up only to deliver the same move and now he gets on top of him for the pin, no, he just mounts him to pummel him with right hands.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Johnny is definitely fighting a very different kind of match tonight.
CJJ: What did you expect? He lost via count out last week, he wants revenge and this is just the beginning.
Stylez gets off Stevens after having his fill and now heads towards the ring and looks underneath and pulls out a kendo stick. He holds it up for the crowd to see and the reaction is mild, as most don’t like Stylez. He lines up, like a batter at a baseball game, waiting for Stevens who is using the guardrail to get to his feet. Once he is upright, he stumbles out and Stylez swings for the fences, going for Steven’s head but he rolls forward, dodging the attack. He gets to his feet and as Stylez turns around after missing wildly, he nails him with a stiff right hand, another, another, one more and Stylez drops the kendo stick. Stevens now quickly hooks Stylez up for a suplex, he gets him up, but drops him forward instead, right across the guard rail! As Stylez is doubled over on the rail, Stevens grabs the stick Stylez took out and now he holds it up to the crowd. There are a few more cheers, but not many and clearly these two have long ways to go to get the fans behind them. He doesn’t mind the reaction however, and smacks Stylez across his back with the stick! Stylez falls forward onto the floor, doubling over in pain. Stevens doesn’t stop there, and begins to hit him repeatedly all over his body with it!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It always happens in wrestling, whoever takes out the weapon, is usually the one that gets hit with it.
CJJ: I don’t care who gets hit with it as long as someone does!
Stevens tosses the abused kendo stick to the side and now gets on top of Stylez and makes the first pin attempt of the match!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Kick out by Stylez. Stevens, not concerned, immediately steps around, choking Stylez with the kendo stick!! The fans are watching as Stylez struggles to get free, with the referee making sure to stay well out of the line of fire. It’s good he does, as Stylez suddenly shoves both men backwards, sending them crashing hard into the guardrail together! Stylez rolls away, gasping as he takes in much-needed air, while Stevens rolls in pain, his back having taken the brunt of the blow. He gets himself back up, though, heading back after Stylez with the kendo stick in hand. He raises it up, but Stylez suddenly throws a steel chair at him from the audience, bouncing it into Stevens’ head! Stevens goes down hard, stunned, with Stylez jumping on top of him.
1!!
2!!
THR…
And Stevens kicks out.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re seeing that both of these men really want this victory here tonight. Stevens wants to cement his status above Stylez, while Stylez wants to show that he can hang with the veteran.
CJJ: All I know is, there hasn’t been nearly enough blood spilled here. C’mon, guys, step it up!
With Stevens trying to recover, crawling over to the railing, Stylez follows behind. He waits for Stevens to turn his way, then comes in at him with The FaCe FiXxXeR, wiping his boot across Stevens’ face again and again! It’s a major sign of disrespect, as Stylez is smirking down at Stevens. He pulls the man up, dragging him further down the aisle, intent on doing more damage. He gets to a new section of the barricade, lifting up Styles to drop him throat-first across it… only Stevens gets his arms up, catching himself as he lands on his feet. Before Stylez can react, Stevens kicks him in the gut, then gets a double arm DDT onto the floor, bouncing Stylez’ head off the unforgiving ground! He then rolls Stylez over and covers him, hanging on tightly.
1!!
2!!
THR-
But Stylez is able to kick out in time!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stylez’ brain just got rattled around his skull! That’s how we lose wrestlers to concussions, people!
CJJ: Nah, no one will notice if Stylez loses a few more marbles.
With Stylez hurting, Stevens gets to his feet, hauling up his opponent with little effort. He smacks Stylez in the face, telling him that he shouldn’t have messed with him, before wrapping Stylez up and giving him a German suplex that sends him over the barricade!!! With Stylez MIA, Stevens looks around, taking a few steps to the right where a conveniently placed ladder is waiting. He points to it, knowing that the fans will catch on to what’s going to be coming next.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think Stevens is calling for a ladder-assisted 10-Star Frog Splash!!
CJJ: How many stars does that add on to it?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’d say at least five more, but I’ll leave it to the X commenters to make their own judgments.
The ladder gets placed perfectly nearby the barricade, with Stevens ready for the long climb up. He starts up the ladder, with the fans cheering as he gets closer to the top. But the crowd’s attitude shifts as they seem someone hop over the barricade and begin his own ascent up the other side of the ladder. He gets quickly to the top, with Stevens being surprised to see him up there… at least until he can’t see, as Jestyr Seryous splashes some kind of liquid into his eyes, burning him!!! Stevens hangs onto the ladder in desperation, as Seryous seems to be smiling up at him, loving his handiwork.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Seryous has struck again!!
CJJ: You mean Stylez?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maybe, but damn! What did he spray into Stevens’ eyes??
Though blinded, Stevens tries swinging a few times, trying to catch Seryous with a quick shot. But Seryous is able to dodge each one, before grabbing Stevens’ head and banging it into the ladder. With Stevens dazed, Seryous goes up higher than him, positioning himself… and then leaping off towards the ground with a high-flying variation of the Bed Time Story!!! The crowd gasps in shock at the impact, which occurs behind the barricade. The referee, while stunned, manages to get over the barricade and quickly do his job, slapping the outside mat.
1!!
2!!
THREE!!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Here is your winner… JESTYR SERYOUS!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JESTYR SERYOUS
Match Time: 7:47
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Is that even allowed?? This started as Stevens vs. Stylez!!
CJJ: It looks like it’s going down that way, Patrick, as Seryous evens the series between the two. But does that mean there has to be a third match?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’m sure Stevens is going to want some revenge after this one, for sure…
CJJ: Can he come out as Syth Stevyns?
The referee doesn’t get close enough to hold up Seryous’ arm, and it’s probably a smart idea. He’s admiring his handiwork, before turning and leaving the scene to head towards the back.
Another big night for the Smash brand is truly taking place. The Ratings have been through the roof. The stocks are at an all time high. It’s been hard to keep merchandise on the shelves and on line. They been selling out faster than John Cable lasted in the bedroom. And what would be a quick competition between Cable and Al Bundy. But let's not get away from the excitement here tonight that is about to go down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hello, everyone, and welcome back to Monday Night Smash!!
CJJ: Since I am a big part of The Fortunate Ones fan club, I have been given word that they are around the corner.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I just wish we could go one show without all the fuckery from The Fortunate Ones.
CJJ: Have you not been paying attention? The Smash Brand is killing the Brawl Brand. We are the talk of the wrestling industry. Everyone wants to come over here and compete.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That is because of Jonathan Barrows and all the talent we have here on this roster.
CJJ: Take The Fortunate Ones away from Smash and we might as well ask the local gymnasium if we can host our next show for all of the 50 people that will show up. Everyone is here to see what The Fortunate Ones will do next.
While Patrick and CJJ go back and forth, you can see the Titantron light up as the lights dim. The cameras are in the back awaiting for the arrival. Every week, the entrance of The Fortunate Ones is one that no one ever forgets. Always trending and making everyone jealous of what they have. And tonight is no different. The back of the arena is full of paparazzi, reporters, and cameras. When suddenly, you see some bright headlights coming towards the back.
CJJ: HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Watch your mouth. There are kids watching this show.
CJJ: Are these the same kids that saw J Mont tell the MOST of the WGWF roster to FUCK OFF?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Someone needs to explain to J Mont how to be a true professional.
What made CJJ react the way he did was the arrival of a mammoth Army tank to the back of the arena.
As the Tank comes to a complete stop, you can see the big missile launcher on top, spinning around. Everyone in sight does not know what to do. But they are put at ease when they see a door from the top fling open and the head of J Mont pops out with a smile on his face. As J Mont helps himself out of the tank, he reaches his hand down and helps out Amber Mansley next. As J Mont and Amber stand tall on the tank, saving the best for last. You see The Smash Champion Enigma getting out of the tank as well. A little bit of a struggle because Enigma is a monster. As J Mont comes down the side of the tank and hops down, Amber follows. Then Enigma, holding the World Title tight makes the jump. The Fortunate Ones have arrived in style.
CJJ: They declared war and they are here tonight to continue it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wish someone would shoot a bomb at J Mont!
CJJ: Keep talking bad about the Network Exec. and see how far that gets you.
PATRICK MATHEWS: These three think they run the whole WGWF, but they are failing to realize this is the most talented roster in the industry.
The cameras are on The Fortunate Ones. The paparazzi are snapping all the pics they can get. Security is standing on, just watching all of this chaos happen in the back. J Mont leading the way, stops in front of a camera, and looks directly into it.
J MONT: The WAR has started. We started the war. We declared war. And now the WAR starts tonight. The Fortunate Ones are here to show everyone just who the best is. I know everyone is in the back trying to unite together to stop us, but the big difference is this. Myself, Amber and Enigma get along great and always on the same page. All of you guys in the back are trying to work together to stop us, but you all don’t get along and want the spotlight for yourselves. The Fortunate Ones is a cohesive unit. I can be the first to admit that we have the best wrestler in the industry today in the Smash Champion Enigma. Then we have the hottest and best newcomer in the industry in Amber Mansley. Then you have me, a hall of fame legend who plays the best mind games and knows how to make money and ratings. You mix that up together and you come up with a trio that no one can stop.
Some of the local workers in the arena are checking out the Tank that The Fortunate Ones arrived in. They have shown up for war. J Mont has sprouted out of his mouth that the war has started. All of the attention and focus is now on The Fortunate Ones.
J MONT: Tonight, we will see who has the balls to step to the plate and try to stop us. Every show, we show up and show out. When the show starts, everyone is talking about The Fortunate Ones. When the show ends, everyone is talking about The Fortunate Ones. When the press and reporters are talking about the wrestling industry, they are talking about The Fortunate Ones. We are the reason today that you all are getting any limelight or recognition. We fired the first, second, third and fourth shots. And still no one can do a damn thing about it.
AMBER MANSLEY: Everyone that is not a Fortunate One, is a piece of shit and hot garbage. I am the future of the business, so get used to this pretty face and blonde hair. J Mont is a legend and I am learning a lot from him. Enigma is a machine and the best in the business. What I am learning from both of them is priceless. You are all jealous that you are not in my shoes, not like you can afford Gucci or Ferragamo anyway. Get used to us because we are not going anywhere. We started the war, and we are going to end the war.
J Mont, with his sinister smirk, puts his arm around Amber. Enigma walks over as they alternate fist pumps to one another. Together, these 3 are the most dangerous group to ever form in the industry. The cameras are still focused on them, the fans in the arena are wondering what is going to happen tonight.
ENIGMA: Before we enter the war, you do realize that someone is missing……AGAIN!
You can hear the stomach of one of the cameramen growl, and it hits The Fortunate Ones again. Flash Rotten is not here yet, but he was supposedly right behind them.
J MONT: I swear to God, if he stopped at Arby’s again, I'm gonna kill him.
AMBER MANSLEY: He was pretty upset about how Artemis embarrassed him and painted his face like a clown.
J MONT: We will handle that at a later time. Artemis is just trying to get some spotlight and clout off of us. We have bigger fish to take down in this war.
You hear the word bigger and you hear the loud sound of a shitty ass bike that echoes through the back of the arena. Flash Rotten has arrived and he looks happy, but one has to wonder why. The Fortunate Ones arrive in a million dollar tank and Flash is on a bike that runs like shit.
As Flash attempts to find the kick stand, after the 10th time, he finally gets the bike balanced. As he gets off the bike, you can see a KFC biscuit fall to the ground, and crumbs of chicken falling off his shirt. Flash finally realizes that pictures are being snapped of him and all the attention is on him as well.
FLASH ROTTEN: Everyone needs to leave me alone. I am here hoping to run into Artemis and smash her face with a Kit Kat Bar followed by a Butterfinger and finish her off with a Twix Bar.
The Fortunate Ones are laughing at Flash’s comments because they know he cannot fight and he just needs to do his job and that's it.
J MONT: I see you found a loophole when I told you no more Arby’s. You stopped at KFC this time. We are in the middle of a war and all you can think about is FOOD?
Flash’s face turns red as Amber and Enigma try to calm down J Mont. There is a lot on the line tonight. The War is starting. The #1 tag title contention is on the line. Enigma has a big Main Event match. The last thing they need to worry or fight about is Flash’s hunger.
J MONT: Ok, just get inside Flash and handle the business we talked about. You better not fuck this up or else.
FLASH ROTTEN: I already spoke to him, and he will be here tonight and he IS IN!
J MONT: Good because if he is not in tonight, then you are gonna be Artemis’ BITCH forever.
Flash walks as fast as he can to the door to get into the arena. The Fortunate Ones follow, but J Mont turns around one more time and looks at the tank they arrived in.
J MONT: World War III- The Fortunate Ones versus anyone against us.
As J Mont enters the arena, the door closes behind him. The Titantron in the arena goes to black as the lights come back on.
CJJ: I got goosebumps right now.
PATRICK MATHEWS: J Mont is up to something tonight, and that is never a good thing.
CJJ: The Fortunate Ones always have a plan and they always execute it perfectly.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I hope the war ends tonight and the Fortunate Ones are out of our lives forever.
CJJ: I hope J Mont uses his 51% power to get rid of you forever.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I wish he would try to do that.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is a WGWF X-Division Title Qualifying match! Introducing first, 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 hat off and tosses it to a fan in the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Carsons took a tough loss last Smash to Amber Mansley, but she’s got a great chance to rebound here tonight by fighting her way into the X-Division Title equation.
CJJ: I’ve been watching Skylar, and I do think she has a lot of potential…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Uh oh… sexist joke coming in 3… 2…
CJJ: What do you mean? I just think she could be a great wrestler, that’s all.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh, Sorry for doubting you.
CJJ: Of course, I wouldn’t mind if she were wrestling me backst….
PATRICK MATHEWS: AND we’re cutting his mic.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Her opponent, 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.
CJJ: I really thought Clyde was winning that Smash Title shot last time. He really got robbed.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It was a very close contest, but in the end, John Cable was able to get the pin. Tonight, though, Newton can find another path towards the top.
CJJ: He really shouldn’t need one. The guy is damn good enough, and confident enough, to be there already. I’m sure Skylar’s going to learn that, too, very soon…
As the bell sounds Carsons and Newton begin to move towards the middle of the ring, but as Newton gets closer he smirks and gives a cocky laugh. Newton makes a joke about Carsons height, holding his hand at waist level. Carsons stops circling in moves in to face Newton, bumping his chest with her upper chest. Newton smirks again looking at the crowd, and then throws a haymaker right. Carsons quickly ducks under the right and comes up with a dropkick that sends Newton back into the ropes, where he catches himself.
Newton shakes his head in anger and charges out of the corner, but Carons is quick and catches him with a drop-toe hold. Carsons spins around into a front face lock on Newton. Newton comes up to his knees, sits out , and transitions into a hammerlock on Carsons. Carsons Gramby rolls out of it, and breaks free, but isn’t able to catch a wrist lock on Newton, as he rolls away from her.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Looks like Clyde Newton might have been underestimating Skylar Carsons.
CJJ: You can underestimate anyone you want when you are as good as Clyde Newton.
Newton and Carsons charge at each other, and Newton catches her with a quick inside tripe, dropping Carsons to her back. Newton then charges to the ropes and comes back looking for an elbow drop, but Carsons rolls out of the way and to her feet. Newton hits the mat and starts rolling up immediately when Carsons sends him back to the mat with a dropkick while on his knees.
Carsons keeps going charging to the ropes, and coming off with a somersault leg drop onto Newton. Carsons rolls into a pin.
1!!
KICKOUT!
Newton rolls to his feet quickly after kicking out, but is clearly still dazed as Carsons grabs him and takes him over with a snapmare to a seated position. Carsons takes off running into the ropes and comes back with a big kick to the chest of Newton dropping him to the mat.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Skylar Carsons is incredibly fast, maybe the fastest person on the Smash roster,
CJJ: Skylar Carsons is the fastest, fastest to get eliminated from the X-Division title tournament, when Clyde Newton bounces her out.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That is yet to be seen, and speaking of to be seen, Skyler Carsons is on the top rope.
Carsons stands on the top rope, but as she does Newton climbs to his knees and grabs the referee. The referee starts trying to knock Newton’s hands off of him, when Newton falls on his face, shoving the referee backward as he does. The Ref hits the ropes, shaking them and causing Carsons to lose her balance and fall split-legged onto the top turnbuckle.
Newton immediately pops up to his feet feeling much better now with a surge of adrenaline. Newton charges toward the corner, jumps to the middle turnbuckle, and delivers an overhead belly-to-belly suplex on Carsons from the turnbuckles. Newton quickly scurries over to her and makes the pin.
1!!
2!!
KICKOUT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: BIG KICKOUT! Terrible sportsmanship from Clyde Newton.
CJJ: It’s not Clyde’s fault the Referee has poor balance, and that Clyde has superb recovery abilities, almost Wolverine-like in how quickly he recovers.
Newton stands, and pulls Carsons up as he does. Newton whips Carsons into the turnbuckles and then charges in with a spear into the corner. Newton steps back and Carsons falls to her knees. Newton springs to the middle rope, drops down, and catches Carsons with a cutter on her knees.
Newton spins to his feet, grabs Carsons by the hair, and pulls her into position for the Flow Bomb (Jack-Knife Powerbomb). Newton lifts Carsons up, but as he does, she launches herself over his back and takes Newton down with a sunset flip into a pin.
1!!
2!!
KICKOUT!
Newton kicks out and both contestants roll to their feet. Newton charges with a clothesline, but Carsons ducks it. As Carsons ducks she runs to the corner, where she hops to the second rope, and comes off with a moonsault. Newton sees her coming, and quickly steps in landing a superkick to the jaw of Carsons while she was in mid-flip. Carsons falls to the mat and Newton makes the pin.
1!!
2!!
KICKOUT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: UNBELIEVABLE KICKOUT, AND UNBELIEVABLE ACTION!
CJJ: I can’t believe Skylar Carsons kicked out, I think that was a slow count by the referee.
Newton can’t believe that Carsons kicked out and yells at the Referee, but the Ref just holds up two fingers. Newton turns back to Carsons to see her on all fours. Newton runs and goes for a big punt kick, but Carsons shoves herself up to her knees avoiding the kick, and sweeps Newton’s other leg, sending him crashing to his back. Carsons pops up to her feet, while Newton rolls to his.
Carsons staggers back to the corner, trying to clear the cobwebs, as Newton gets to his feet. Newton sees Carsons in the corner and charges in at her. Carsons kicks her legs up and goes over the charging Newton. Newton stops in the corner and turns around into a chop from Carsons that echoes through the arena. Carsons grabs Newton and whips him, but Newton reverses and sends Carsons into the turnbuckle. Carsons hits chest first and staggers backward into the waiting arms of Newton who catches her with a Belly-to-Back Suplex.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Devastating belly-to-back from Clyde Newton, almost dropped Skylar Carsons right on her head.
CJJ: Well, her head is full of air, so she would have been fine.
Newton moves to the corner and bends down, waiting for Carsons to get to her feet so he can deliver the Brooklyn's Finest (Spear). Carsons slowly staggers to her feet, and as she does Newton charges looking for his spear, but as he charges in Carsons hits a superkick out of nowhere.
Newton drops to his knees from the superkick. Carsons grabs Newton by the head and drops him from his knees to the mat with a Snapmare Driver. Carsons shoves Newton to his back and rises her to her feet. Carsons steps over Newton, grabs the top turnbuckle, leaps to the second turnbuckle, springs to the top turnbuckles and comes off with a beautiful moonsault onto Newton. Carsons makes the pin.
1!!
2!!
NO!
PATRICK MATHEWS: SKLYAR CARSONS GOT HIM!!!
CJJ: NO SHE DIDN’T! Clyde Newton got his leg on the bottom rope.
Carsons pulls Newton away from the corner, and then moves back to the turnbuckles and begins climbing to the top. As Carsons gets to the top she sees Newton getting to his feet. Newton tries grabbing the Ref again, and as he does Carsons runs down the ropes behind Newton, Newton spins around as Carsons jumps off the ropes and nails Newton with a clothesline.
Carsons rolls up to her feet as Newton staggers back up to his. Carsons quickly goes for the Doomed Love (Superkick), but Newton sidesteps it and catches Carsons with his own version of the superkick he calls the Street King (USO Superkick). Carsons hits the mat, when Newton grabs her by the head and pulls her into the Lyrical Clash (Styles Clash), and turns her over for the pin.
1!!
2!!
THREE!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Here is your winner, qualifying for the WGWF X Division Title match… CLYDE NEWTON!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: CLYDE NEWTON
Match Time: 7:50
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Carsons just wasn’t able to slow down Newton tonight. The man looked driven in proving himself in this contest.
CJJ: I’m loving his new attitude, I just have to say that. What a force!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Now we’ll just have to see who joins him in the X Division match, and who’s the favorite going forward.
The referee is checking on Carsons, as Newton gets to his feet. He suddenly kicks at Carsons’ legs, showing some disrespect, as the referee tells him to leave. As the crowd boos him, Newton shows the same respect to them as he heads up the aisle.
We cut backstage to find a most unusual little lady. What’s so unusual about her? Well, nobody knows who she is, but she seems to have a backstage pass, and on top of that she’s wearing a full pirate get-up, complete with coat and hat. The only thing missing is a hook for a hand.
Her eyes are big and full of wonder as she passes by so many different types of wrestlers passing through the corridor. She accidentally bumps into a few and smiles the biggest smile up at them before dishing out apologies and continuing on.
She bumps into someone else…
DENISE ESSEX: Whoa, hello there. What brings you to the hallowed halls of WGWF Smash?
The dark-haired woman beams a smile at Denise so wide it looks goofy.
JETTA TALL-TIDE: AHOY, LASS! I’m Jetta Tall-Tide! Fresh off the seven seas! I’m here to meet my land Captain, Jonny Barrows!
Denise grins at the upbeat nature of the girl. It’s a nice change of pace from the Fortunate Ones shitting on everything and everyone as they dominate the promotion currently.
DENISE ESSEX: Well it looks like the Smash general manager is keen on signing wrestlers from both the land and the sea. It’s nice to have you aboard. While I have you here, is there anything you want to say real quick?
Essex motions toward the camera. Jetta gives a pirate’s salute to the lens, her smile remaining unmoved.
JETTA TALL-TIDE: Well met, lads and lasses! I’m here in search of wrestling adventure and treasure! We’re gonna have fun, fun, fun! And I can’t wait, wait, wait to make new friends! HOIST THE COLORS, LADS!
Out of nowhere, mumbling to himself comes Devlin Knight, seemingly with a lot on his mind. He almost bumps into the two women and raises a finger after a brief apology.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: Hey, I don't know you, but I'm Devlin Knight, the next WGWF Intercontinental Champion... You remind me of someone I used to team with a while ago... And on that note, you want to make friends in this business? Fun? Adventure...? I think I may have a proposition for you... If you're interested?
As if Jetta's grin couldn't possibly get bigger, it does.
JETTA TALL-TIDE: You mean we will be friends? You're gonna be my first friend here? Fun? Adventure? AHOY!
She bounces excitedly on the balls of her feet while extending her hand out for a shake, looking up at him with big hopeful eyes. Devlin exchanges a glance with Denise Essex, chuckling at the excitable nature of Jetta as he takes her hand and shakes it firmly in union.
The Kesaya Center in Miami, Florida is electrified as the anticipation for another thrilling episode of Smash fills the arena. Camera Pans through the crowd who were holding banners and posters of their favorite Superstars of the WGWF universe.
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. The camera captures Damage's focused expression as he walks down the ramp, paying little heed to the outstretched hands of eager fans.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Would you look at that, folks! Damage is here, and he means business. The Untamed Demon has certainly captured the hearts of the WGWF Universe!
CJJ: Absolutely, his unique style and undeniable charisma have made him a force to be reckoned with. The crowd is going wild for Damage tonight!
Reaching the ring apron, Damage effortlessly pulls the top rope and steps over, getting inside the ring. As Damage raises his right fist in the air, the pyros shoot up from the ring posts like a fountain as if celebrating his presence , and the crowd erupts into a deafening roar. The commentators can hardly contain their excitement.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Listen to this crowd! They're absolutely loving Damage tonight. What a reception!
CJJ: And just look at that, Damage soaking it all in. He's truly become a fan-favorite after that incredible Triple Threat match last week.
DAMAGE: Ladies and gentlemen of Miami, Florida!...
The crowd roars in response.
DAMAGE: It's good to be here tonight in this electric atmosphere! [He pauses for the crowd's cheers to subside.] Now, let's get down to business.
Damage circles slowly inside the ring, soaking in every moment as the crowd responds with a mix of cheers and chants for Damage.
DAMAGE: Now, last week, I stepped into that ring, gave an A-plus performance in a Triple Threat match, but fate had other plans. I was inches away from becoming the number one contender for the Smash title. But no, destiny took a detour, and here I am, stitches above my eyebrow and a plaster to remind me of what could have been.
The camera zooms in on the small stitches and the plaster above Damage's eyebrow, emphasizing the physical toll of the last match.
DAMAGE: So, I'm out here not just to remind you of my untamed prowess but to demand what's rightfully mine! Mr. Jonathan Barrows, I know you are there in the back, listening to my every word. I've got a bone to pick with you. You see, I've been patient, biding my time, but patience wears thin. I'm not asking for a favor; I'm demanding what's rightfully mine! I want Mr. Cable and Mr. Enigma in that ring, and I want it for the title. So why don’t we cut the chase and you get out here, and let's settle this like men!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You can feel the frustration in Damage's voice. The fans know he deserves a shot at the Smash title!
CJJ: Absolutely. After that incredible performance, he's become the people's choice. But will management give him what he's asking for?
The crowd buzzes with excitement, awaiting the appearance of the General Manager. Jonathan Barrows' music hits.
Jonathan Barrows walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Mr. Damage, I understand your frustration, I really do. But the decisions I make are based on what's best for the entire roster and the fans. I can't just hand out title shots like candy.
The crowd reacts with a mix of boos and cheers, split between supporting Damage and respecting Barrows' authority.
JONATHAN BARROWS: However, I recognize your talent and your dedication. So here's what I can offer. On the first December Smash, you will have the chance to become a contender for the X Division Title. It's not the Smash title, but it's a step in the right direction.
The crowd responds with a mix of cheers and disappointment, and Damage's expression shifts from frustration to determination. The commentators, too, weigh in on Barrows' decision.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, there you have it. Damage might not get his shot at the Smash title immediately, but he's got an opportunity in the X Division.
CJJ: A compromise from Barrows, and it looks like Damage is accepting it. The first December Smash is going to be explosive!
DAMAGE: Mr. Barrows, you're playing with fire here. I'll take that X Division Title, but mark my words, the Smash title will be around my waist sooner than you think.
The crowd erupts in cheers as Damage drops the microphone, his eyes burning with determination. Cut to the commentators at ringside, conveying the intensity of the situation.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What a turn of events, folks!
CJJ: Barrows may have pacified him with a shot at the X Division Title, but you can see Damage isn't satisfied. This is far from over.
The camera fades as Damage exits the ring, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats, eager for what's to come in the December Smash.
The camera cuts back to the locker room hallway where we see J Mont getting his head straight before his big tag team match. Walking down the opposite side of the hallway is Clyde Newton who bumps into J Mont’s shoulder. With the forward momentum stopping both of them dead in the tracks, they have a heated exchange of words.
CLYDE NEWTON: Do you mind watching where the hell you are walking. At your age are you sure you're not blind?
J Mont looks north, south, east, and west before responding to the heated comment by Clyde.
J MONT: Are you really talking to me with that stupidity Clyde?
CLYDE NEWTON: I don't see anyone else standing here. Those eyes must be getting old too.
Looking around with his hands in the air.
J MONT: Don’t let the age of 43 fool you. I will be like Troy Polamalu of the Steelers and intercept anything you throw my way. I will be like Dennis Eckersley of the Oakland A’s and strike you out with a 100 mile per hour fastball. I will be like Darren Sproles of the Chargers and run all over you for a touchdown. I will be like Larry Brown of the Redskins and barrel over you for a goal line touchdown. And I will be like Brad Daughtery of the Cavaliers. I will block anything you throw my way Clyde. You forget that I know you very well.
CLYDE NEWTON: Sports references? Just like Barry Bonds you can swing but doesn't mean it's always a homerun. You may have known me well in the past but to call yourself the face of Smash.
J MONT: I am not only the face of Smash. I am the face of Brawl. I am the face of the WGWF. Shit, I am the face of the whole wrestling industry. You know first hand that wherever I show up, it's money and ratings. Just deal with it.
CLYDE NEWTON: You can keep thinking that J Mont but at the same time you even look at me wrong I won't hesitate to put this old dog down. You are that ass end of a horse with a broken leg just waiting to be put down and replaced by the younger breed. A breed that is faster, smarter, and hell even better looking.
J Mont laughs but then gets right into the face of Clyde. The look in his eyes is one that Clyde has never seen before.
J MONT: You can try Clyde, but look at the long list who have tried and I am still here. You know where to find me tonight bitch if you want to do something about it.
J Mont with a hard shoulder block into Clyde as he walks away. Clyde is standing there, looking at his shoulder, then turns around to look at J Mont walking away. Clyde shakes his head and walks the other way.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is a WGWF X-Division Title Qualifying 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 had an impressive match on the last Smash, taking down Gideon King and getting himself placed into this qualifying match.
CJJ: He was throwing around that King like he was a joker. I loved every minute of it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Rumor has it, though, that Bull has been dealing with a bit of sickness, which will make tonight’s match a lot harder with a much larger opponent.
CJJ: It’s not the size of the opponent, it’s how hard you kick them in the crotch.
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: Damn it, every time I see this guy, I get the heebie jeebies.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Who even says that anymore? “Heebie Jeebies”, sheesh.
CJJ: Hey, a LOT of people still use that term! It’s still well known!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sure, CJJ, sure. Last Smash, we watched Maddox tear down John Blade, and tonight, he has a chance to continue that momentum.
CJJ: I tell you, I wouldn’t want to ever be his therapist… or his waiter. Or really anything else. I’m good way over here, thank you very much.
The bell rings, as Corey Bull and Maddox step towards each other. The two large men consider each other, rarely able to be almost on eye level with their opponent. Maddox then throws the first punch, staggering Bull. But Bull comes right back with a haymaker of his own, knocking Maddox back a few steps. Maddox looks back at him, and both big men seem to smile, before they launch into an attack on each other, throwing powerful punches against their rival! The crowd loves it, cheering on the slugfest between the two monsters as they push backwards towards the corner, with the referee quickly getting out of the way.
Bull gets the first advantage, getting Maddox into the corner and punching away at him. He leans back for a big right hook, but misses, as Maddox turns his momentum against him, spinning him into the corner. Maddox then lands a series of forearm smashes, rocking Bull against the turnbuckle. Maddox then grabs Bull by the throat, choking him, as the referee bravely steps in and orders the break. He counts almost to 5, about ready to throw this one out, when Maddox finally stops. He turns towards the referee, who backs off quickly, his hands up.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maddox needs to keep control in there, if he doesn’t want to be disqualified.
CJJ: Any ref who’s courageous enough to DQ him better also be fast enough to get the hell out of there. He might also need a villa in Spain or something where he can hide out for a while.
After angrily making sure the ref is out of his way, Maddox heads back towards Bull. But The Bastard is ready, having pulled himself up to the second turnbuckle. He leaps off, hitting Maddox with a flying clothesline and taking the monster down!! Bull gets back to his feet quickly, kicking away at Maddox, who’s still rising in spite of it all. But Bull doesn’t back down at all, throwing in a thrusting throat uppercut that staggers Maddox back towards the ropes. Bull follows him, hammering him against the ropes with shots to the head, as the ref now calls for the break on the other side. Bull simply swats him away like an annoying fly, as he continues his assault. The referee, for his part, seems to take it as a break that he dodged in time. He’s probably also wondering about some hazardous duty pay for this one.
Bull lands another straight right punch to Maddox, then grabs hold of his arm, whipping Maddox around to the other side. But Maddox ducks under Bull’s attempted lariat, hitting the ropes and coming right back with a running discus punch, almost beheading his larger opponent!! Bull hits the mat hard, knocked senseless, as Maddox pushes off the canvas and gets up. He quickly drops a heavy elbow onto Bull’s chest, then makes the first cover of the contest, hanging on tight as the ref makes the count from a safe distance…
1!!
2!!
And Bull kicks out long before the three count can land!
PATRICK MATHEWS: So far, we’re getting the match we expected, as these two behemoths are doing their best to maul each other.
CJJ: That’s 715 pounds in that ring right now. Did anyone think about reinforcing it for this contest?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Not that I’ve heard. But the WGWF builds their rings to last.
CJJ: I hope so, because we could have a lawsuit on our hands if the whole things collapses!
Maddox drags Bull off the canvas, seemingly enjoying every bit of the violence in this one. Heedless of Bull’s size, Maddox locks him into place, wanting a brain buster! He lifts Bull up, no, Bull shifts his leg and is able to block it. Maddox tries a second time, but Bull’s still not moving… and then Bull reverses it, shocking everyone by taking Maddox over with a snap suplex!! The crowd pops at that feat of strength, while Maddox rolls in shock and pain on the mat, rarely experiencing such a maneuver. Bull sits up, rubbing his throat and coughing as he gets to his feet.
As Bull waits for a moment, recovering, Maddox gets up to his feet, leaning on the ropes for some support. He looks more angry than injured, turning back towards Bull and wanting to continue their war. Bull doesn’t seem to have a problem with this, as he runs forward, hitting the Boot Check and knocking Maddox right over the top rope to the floor!!! Bull catches himself, bringing his foot back over the ropes, even as he looks down… to see that Maddox has managed to land on his feet! He’s a little dazed from the boot, but still standing, as Bull goes out after him, stepping off the apron to grab hold of Maddox and land a few more shots.
CJJ: Oh, God, they’ve left the ring. What do we do, Patrick??
PATRICK MATHEWS: What do you mean? We call the match like always!
CJJ: If they come this way, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to sacrifice you. It’ll be for the greater good.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Not going to happen, CJJ. Trust me, it’s not even worth you trying it.
Bull has taken Maddox over towards the steel steps now, hanging onto Maddox’ mask as he looks downwards. He slams Maddox forward onto the steps head-first, causing a massive clang to echo throughout the arena. But Maddox pops right back up, glaring at a startled Bull! He grabs Bull’s head instead and starts slamming him over and over into the steps, repeatedly doing damage to the big man! Bull slumps to the side after the last one, completely out of it, as Maddox glares down at him, wiping away blood from a small cut on his own forehead. He looks at the blood on his hand, then grabs hold of Bull, launching him hard into the barricade!!
Thankfully, the barricade holds, as the fans scramble backwards to make sure to stay out of the way. Bull sags there, stunned, as Maddox comes in towards him, running forward with a shoulder tackle!! Now the barricade gives away, at least one section of it, as both men fall backwards into the recently cleared fan area! The bravest of the crowd stay nearby, cheering it on as Maddox drags Bull up out of the destruction, pulling him back towards the apron as the referee continues his count.]
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maddox has been so intent on doing some damage, he’s risking a double countout, which would mean neither man qualifies for the X Division Title shot!
CJJ: I can’t fathom what Maddox would do if that happened. Hey, ref, count a little slower, will you??
Maddox has a wounded Bull to the ring now, rolling him inside. This doesn’t break the count, though, as the referee reaches eight, but Maddox doesn’t seem worried. He gets himself up on the apron and steps through the ropes, easily beating the count. Maddox has a few growling words at the referee, telling him not to interfere, before he turns and runs at the now-standing Bull… who somehow catches him and twists him around, dropping him with a modified Air Raid Crash!! The crowd is stunned, even as Bull stays on top, hurting but trying to get the cover…
1!!
2!!
And Maddox is able to kick out in time! Bull sits up, trying to shake off the fatigue as he pulls himself up. He shakes his head clear, then grabs hold of Maddox’s hair, yanking him off the canvas. He seems to be thinking about trying the Downward Spiral, bringing Maddox into position… but Maddox then lashes out, locking on the Bitter Endings submission hold!!! The claw is locked in, as Bull fights desperately to break it, hitting Maddox a few times. But Maddox doesn’t budge, as he shoves Bull backwards. Unfortunately, he gets Bull next to the ropes, with the big man grabbing hold. The ref starts a five count, with Maddox looking at him in disbelief before finally letting go.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I wasn’t sure Maddox was going to break the hold there.
CJJ: I wasn’t sure if Bull was still going to have a lower jaw once this match is over…
A gasping Bull hangs on the ropes, searching for a way to get his breath back. But Maddox has no interest in letting him recover. He pulls Bull away from the ropes, just far enough to wrap him up, and then shows off his own power by lifting Bull into the air and bodyslamming him in the middle of the ring!! The crowd pops, knowing that was a mighty heave, as Maddox leans over Bull, cursing down at him. He drops a knee, then a second, then a third, pummeling Bull with everything he’s got.
With Bull basically incapacitated, Maddox reaches down and yanks him off the canvas. He glares silently at Bull, as if considering what to do with him, before shooting him towards the ropes, setting him up for Bad Decisions!! But Bull hangs onto the ropes, stopping his momentum. Maddox runs towards him, but Bull gets a boot up, knocking Maddox backwards. Bull then fires himself up and comes forward, wanting the Kingsbury Run! He grabs Maddox by the throat, no, Maddox breaks free and turns it around, getting Bull instead and lifting him up, landing Motionless!!! The ring shakes, but stays in one piece, as Maddox makes the cover on The Bastard…
1!!
2!!
THREE!!!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Here is your winner, and qualifying for the WGWF X Division Title match… MADDOX!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: MADDOX
Match Time: 8:20
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What a move from Maddox!! He somehow got Bull all the way up, before sending him crashing down!!
CJJ: I’m telling, Bull is a beast, but Maddox is absolutely terrifying!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And now Clyde Newton and the rest of the qualifiers will have to worry about facing this man in the near future!
CJJ: There are going to be a lot of nightmares interrupting their sleep cycles, knowing what’s coming for them.
The referee goes to hold up Maddox’s hand, signaling him as the winner of the contest. Maddox looks at his arm, then at the referee… then he grabs the ref by the collar, apparently ready to throttle the man. Other members at ringside hurry in to intercede, trying to save the referee, as we cut away from the action.
The lights completely shut off.
CJJ: Damn it. Did Barrows or Page forget about the light bill here?
PATRICK MATHEWS: They have no control over the Kesaya Center electric bill you moron.
CJJ: Moron, listen to me you piece of………………….
The pyros. The Explosions. The Fireworks. The lasers. You name it, you have just seen it. A display for the ages here. The light bill has been paid, it was just The Fortunate Ones who turned the lights off, one has to assume. When the smoke clears, you can see the camera’s panning around the whole arena. The fans are in mixed reactions because they loved the show but they know what is next.
CJJ: The greatest trio in Miami is about to make their way to the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I didn't know that Tua, Tyreke and Jaylen were on their way to the ring.
CJJ: Tua is overrated. Tyreke lost me my fantasy game this week and Jaylen is an overpaid wide receiver. End of Story.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I'm glad you lost your fantasy week. Next, I hope this show loses you and J Mont.
The Fortunate Ones have arrived AGAIN! Standing at the top of the entrance way, with most of the smoke gone. J Mont, Amber and Enigma standing tall. No one has or will ever have an impact or entrance like The Fortunate Ones. The Song “You're the best Around” By Joe Espisito blares through the sound system. The usual theme song is taking a rest as The Fortunate Ones want everyone to know that they are the best around.
The fans have changed their tune now that The Fortunate Ones are walking down the ramp. Enigma, with the Smash World Title over his shoulder, is walking down, not a blink of his eyes, ignoring the fans. Amber is laughing at all the fans trying to heckel her. J Mont is taking signs off the kids holding them over the railings and ripping them up into pieces. He even grabbed a John Cable mask off a kid's face, and threw it on the ground and stepped all over it. The Fortunate Ones, after some riff raff, finally make it to the ring. As they walk up the steps, Enigma leads the way into the ring, followed by Amber, then J Mont. Flash Rotten is not with them at the moment as he is handling backstage business. Enigma holds the Smash World Title high in the air while J Mont and Amber throw up the middle fingers.
The fans have not taken kindly to what The Fortunate Ones have done on their arrival to the ring. J Mont leans through the ropes and is handed a mic. Probably not the best idea in the world to give J Mont a mic, but either way, he is going to speak his mind. Enigma and Amber stand behind J Mont as the war continues. J Mont spots a guy in the front row wearing a Just Say Yes shirt.
J MONT: Look at this Fat Fuck in the front row wearing a Just Say Yes shirt. Are you saying Yes to wanting your 4th whopper? Is that saying yes for your 10th taco? You saying yes you went down on Grado? What the fuck you saying yes too? Oh wait, i know what you are saying yes too. You are saying Yes to the fact that The Fortunate Ones have taken over the whole WGWF. Brawl. Smash. It doesn't matter. You can make a 3rd brand and we would take that over too. There is no one here to stop us. Especially not that milk dud fat fuck in the front row wearing a Just Say Yes shirt. Fatty, why don't you sit down and listen to what the Fortunate Ones have to say before I have Flash Rotten come out here in a G String and sit on your face. Eat that up Bitch!!!!!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Someone get that mic away from J Mont. He is taking personal attacks at the fans who pay their hard earned money to be here.
CJJ: Tubby over there asked for it, especially wearing that shirt. It’s like a comedy show. You sit in the front row, you are going to get picked on.
The fans are defending this poor man, booing the hell out of The Fortunate Ones in the ring. Amber leans in and whispers something in the ear of J Mont. Enigma nods at J Mont.
J MONT: We are here tonight to not only keep the ratings for Smash at the top of mountain, but also to continue the war with everyone as well as winning our matches tonight to show the world to stay the fuck out of our way. We all know Enigma is going to keep winning, so that’s an easy bet. And everyone wonders how myself and Amber are going to work together for the first time against a team that has been together for a little bit now. Be smart, not dumb everyone. The Fortunate Ones are a well oiled machine, and Grado with Chatman are just the stepping stone in our quest to add all the GOLD this way. And don’t worry, there are more surprises and plot twists to come. We are just getting started here.
J Mont hands the mic to Amber after Enigma waves his hand off, saying he is good.
AMBER MANSLEY: I don’t have much to say because I came to Miami to win the #1 tag team title contenders match and then get the hell out of dodge. There is nothing good in Miami. You all wanna brag about Eva Mendes being the big star from Miami. She sucked in Fast and Furious and she was even worse in Hitch. And don't get me started on the Miami Dolphin cheerleaders. They are made of plastic. Might as well go to Toys R Us and buy a barbie doll off the shelf. It’s the same thing. Every female wishes they could be me. Every female wishes they could look like me. Every female just wishes they could be in my shoes period. I have given all your morons enough of my attention. Just know that The Fortunate Ones are ready for WAR and I cannot wait. Oh yeah, Fuck everyone in attendance and in the back.
Amber hands the mic back to J Mont as the fans start a Fuck You Amber Chant.
J MONT: You all need to show Amber some more respect than that. She is about to be a tag team champion with myself as her rise to the top continues. You are all just jealous like she stated. But, something Amber said stuck with me. The Fuck everyone part because I know I went off on that the last few weeks, but I have a few more to give out because I am J Mont, I can say and do whatever I want. I own 51 percent of the network, so there is no one that can stop me.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Can someone please buy this man out.
CJJ: He doesn’t need the money. He loves having power and control. There is no price that will make J Mont sell his 51 percent.
The fans are getting really loud as J Mont just stands in the ring. Waiting patiently and takes about 5 minutes before the fans finally let down and get quiet. J Mont has no problem waiting it out because The Fortunate Ones run the show, so they have all night long.
J MONT: Like I said guys, I can stand here all night until I get what I need to say off my chest. And with that said, let me remind Candice Page that ripping up that bill I gave you for my stained suit with the Spaghetti Sauce was a very bad move on your part. Revenge is coming and you think you got the CHECKMATE, but all you are is a pawn in my game. And I would never say Fuck You Candice because of Mia and Baby G, but I have no problem saying….
FUCK YOU CHRIS PAGE!
J MONT: And another special shout out as well.
FUCK YOU JOHN CABLE AND YOUR CHEAP MASKS!
J MONT: Don’t think for one minute that my attention is not on the big tag match against Grado and Chatman. Myself and Amber are ready for that and have a plan in place. Once we execute that plan, we will move on to face S.E.X. for the tag titles. A title I should have had but no thanks to Chris Page sticking his 87 year old nose into Tag Team Turmoil, but it's OK. Having Amber with me will make it that much more fun and better. So, in closing, if you are not with The Fortunate Ones, then
FUCK YOU!
J MONT: Except for Cholo, The Ramseys and Jonathan Barrows right now! They are safe. Now I can truly say this after our backstage altercation. I see where you stand now Clyde.
FUCK YOU CLYDE NEWTON!
J Mont throws the mic down with anger. Amber kicks the mic and it goes through the ropes and hits the same guy with the Yes shirt in the face. Enigma just shrugs his shoulders as The Fortunate Ones leave the ring and head to the back.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s sad that Amber is taking advice from J Mont.
CJJ: They are great together and he is molding Amber into one of the best in the business. I'm starting to think you got a crush on Amber right now.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I would take Jenny over Amber any day of the week.
CJJ: Are you kidding me? Amber has a goddess ass while Jenny has an ass like an iron board.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You need glasses!
CJJ: I just saw Amber, that thing is round and in charge.
As we cut backstage we find Devlin Knight pacing up and down near one of the dressing suites belonging to a member of the roster… The plaque on the door is covered by Devlin as he walks and then the camera angle as he moves away. He is talking to himself and clenching and unclenching his fists trying to psych himself up before knocking on the door. He stands there for a few moments before going to walk away, but stops as the door opens. The crowd goes absolutely insane as we see none other than the WGWF WORLD CHAMPION, “Cholo” Giovanni Santana standing there.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: Oh there he is! Hey champ! Congrats man! I haven't really had a chance to speak to you since our match at the Cannabis Cup!
CHOLO: Cholo guesses you couldn’t have congratulated him right after the match huh?
Awkward silence.
CHOLO: Or after you, like his other two opponents tried to break Cholo’s arm and leg?
More silence.
CHOLO: Cholo is just messing with you Devlin, relax amigo!
Cholo finally smiles and Devlin breaths a sigh of relief.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: Phew okay because I mean I tried to congratulate you right after the match but of course I had to give you your space to be officially crowned Champion and so on… And I don't expect you to believe me but there was no intention to break anything…
Cholo nods.
CHOLO: Cholo believes you, trust him, he gets it. It’s a wrestling match and you have to take advantage of every opportunity out there. Cholo may not be proud to say it, but he probably would have done the same thing. But anyway, you want to come in, take a load off?
Devlin nods but declines the offer.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: Appreciate the offer champ, but I don’t want to take too much of your time. Listen I'm sure you heard me out there tonight at the top half of the show right? This whole situation with J Mont, with The Fortunate Ones needs to be resolved and given as everybody else seems more concerned about me than them, I figure the World Champion might feel some way about it?
Cholo looks at his watch, and not because he’s wondering what time it is but because it is the watch he was gifted by J Mont. Cholo smiles and looks back up to Devlin who is dying for an answer and his smile is swiped away. Cholo puts his hands on Devlin’s shoulder, and Devling looks down at it before locking eyes with Cholo again.
CHOLO: Look Devlin, Cholo respects what you are trying to do… You are not only trying to change your ways, make up for the many, many, MANY dirty deeds you did in the past and you want to take on the faction that is running wild in WGWF, causing all kinds of havoc. You want to be the one to stand up to them but know you can’t do it alone… Cholo would love to help you… and while doesn’t feel one way or another when it comes to Enigma, Amber, or Flash Rotten, J Mont is Cholo’s friend, he’s Cholo’s bro-.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: But how can you-
CHOLO: Look, Cholo gets how you feel about him, how many feel about him… He truly does… But J Mont has always been cool with Cholo, he has always shown Cholo respect, and Cholo returns that respect. That is why Cholo, World Champion or not, is staying out of this.
Devlin looks at Cholo, slightly confused being as the dirty deets he's pulled wouldn't even fill J Mont’s book of them, but he respects Cholo so he sighs and nods, patting Cholo’s shoulder in response…
DEVLIN KNIGHT: Hey man, I get it… I'd never try to convince you to do something you're so against. Appreciate the time though hoss, congratulations again. And don't worry about your Intercontinental Championship either, I've got that covered.
Devlin holds out his fist which Cholo bumps and nods, shutting the door as Devlin steps away. He dusts off his hoodie pulls the hood up and bounces from one foot to the next…
DEVLIN KNIGHT: Okay so maybe it is time to go it alone…
Devlin walks out of shot as we cut back to ringside…
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the #1 Contendership to the WGWF World Tag-Team Championships!! Introducing first…
Memphis is stopped in her tracks as a massive series of explosions takes place all around the stage area. 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!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Our first team, coming towards the ring, they are the team of Joe Montuori and Amber Mansley… THE FORTUNATE ONES!!
The crowd is booing heavily as Amber Mansley and J Mont come out of the back, both looking extremely cocky and sure of themselves. J Mont is carrying a drink with him, taking a few sips as he mocks those in the crowd booing him. The two walk down the aisle, with J Mont taunting some of the fans at ringside, giving one kid wearing a Grado t-shirt the crying gesture before splashing the kid with what’s left of his drink and heading for the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What a terrible action!!
CJJ: I know, right? Who buys a Grado t-shirt?
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s not what I mean!!
CJJ: Well you should speak more clearly then. Not my fault if you’re not understandable…
MEMPHIS BELLE: And the opponents….
The crowd erupts!
MEMPHIS BELLE: About to make their way to the ring, the team of SAM CHATMAN and EDWARD GRADO, they are the LONE WOLVES!
The ovation grows as Grado struts ass out to the top of the ramp in a red kimono tied around his waist by a black fanny pack. Sam Chatman emerges behind Edward is a matching kimono with a black headband tied around his head. Chatman and Grado stop a stare down toward the ring.
CJJ: This one is going to be epic. You heard J Mont trying to walk back laying out Chatman two weeks ago like a punk, and now he’s going to pay the piper.
Sam slowly starts to remove his kimono at the top of the ramp. Sam then removes the black headband as he smacks Grado on the arm and the two take off toward the ring! Grado and Chatman dive into the ring under the bottom rope with Mansley stomping away at Chatman while Mont stomps away at Grado!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The Fortunate Ones attack!
The bell sounds as we see Mansley picking up Grado and Mont picking up Chatman. Mont and Mansely take Grado and Chatman back into the ropes and send them across the ring with a double Irish Whip, Grado and Chatman bounce off the same rope, and each duck under a lariat from Mansley and Mont! The Fortunate Ones spin around and Chatman and Grado land a series of stereo jabs followed by duel bionic elbows to the foreheads of Mont and Mansely taking them down to the mat where they roll out to the floor! Miami, Florida comes unglued at Grado removes his fanny pack and kimono before making his way toward a set of buckles and climbing up on the middle rope throwing his Fanny Pack up in the air like the Rock is displaying a World Title which garners a louder ovation from the crowd.
Out on the floor Amber Mansley and J Mont are livid while trying to be calmed down by Flash Rotten.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Mont and Mansley bailed out early.
Mont kicks the steel steps out of sheer frustration before Flash seems to calm them both down. In the ring Grado climbs down to the mat where Sam has a few words with Edward. Grado nods and steps out to the ring apron.
CJJ: It looks like Sam Chatman is going to be starting things off for the Lone Wolves.
Mansley, Mont, and Rotten get on the same page as we see Mont slither into the ring like the snake he’s always been while Amber climbs up on the apron.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We are officially underway!
Mont gets to his feet where he and Chatman start to circle each other and look to lock up only to have Mont cut off Chatman with a boot to the midsection drawing boos from the Miami crowd and allowing Mont to start laying in a series of stiff European Uppercuts that sends Chatman back into a neutral corner. J Mont turns and spouts off at Grado on the apron before turning and charging in after Chatman who throws a reverse elbow connecting to the jaw! J Mont is met with with a flurry of right hands from Chatman coming out from the corner only to be cut off by J Mont with a rake across the eyes!
CJJ: For a guy who loves family and his friends, and for a guy who claimed his JKO on Chatman wasn’t intentional that rake to the eyes sure was.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You know you can’t believe a word that comes out of Mont’s mouth, come on.
J Mont takes Chatman over with a T-Bone Suplex! Mont makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Chatman escapes with a kick out to a pop from the crowd.
CJJ: Near fall for the Fortunate Ones.
J Mont gets to his feet picks Chatman up and drives him back into the corner housing Mansley. Flash Rotten cheers them on from the floor. Amber is tagged into the match. Mont twists the right arm of Chatman while Mansely steps into the ring and hops up on the middle turnbuckle where he lands a double ax handle into the twisted right shoulder followed by a knee strike to the midsection! Mansley looks for a DDT but Chatman is too close to the ropes and latches onto the top rope causing Mansley to crash into the mat!
Chatman lands a standing moonsault crashing down on top of Mansley! Sam makes the cover looking to secure a shot at the tag titles!
1!!
2!!
THR…
Mansley pops a shoulder off the mat. Sam finds his way back to his feet where he points toward Edward which draws a thunderous ovation! Grado points to himself while asking “ME?”. Chatman walks over making the tag to a thunderous ovation!
PATRICK MATHEWS: IT’S GRADO!
Edward steps through the ropes as a massive “GRADO! GRADO! GRADO! GRADO” chant fills the arena. Amber is getting to one knee as we see Edward pick her up and drive her back into a neutral corner where Edward plants a sloppy kiss on Mansley! The crowd explodes as Amber bails out to the floor completely disgusted! J Mont and Flash Rotten try to calm her down on the floor but she is completely beside herself.
CJJ: Mansley got hit with a lip lock from Edward Grado!
Grado is quite pleased with himself but throws a thumb down and walks over to his corner to complain to Sam about how Mansley is a terrible kisser while out of the floor J Mont and Flash get Amber to calm down. The referee continues to lay the count to Mansley and she climbs up on the apron at the seven count before stepping back into the ring. The crowd starts another “GRADO!” as we see Mansley walk up to Edward and slap him right across the face followed by a short arm lariat that takes Grado down! Mansley drops down to the mat and is choking Edward causing the crowd to erupt with boos. The referee lays the count to Mansley who breaks at the four count but goes right back to the choke a second time forcing another count from the referee. Mansley breaks at the four count and gets back to her feet where she is admonished by the referee.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I hope he doesn’t think talking to Mansley is going to do any good. She, much like J Mont is strictly out for themselves and will screw over anyone if it keeps her name in people’s mouths.
CJJ: Tell me how you really feel.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I can keep going.
Mansley blows past the referee and stomps away at Grado before she picks him up off the mat and takes him back into the ropes. Mansley drives several knees to the gut of Grado before bringing him off the ropes with a snap mare takeover followed by a dropkick to the back of the head! Mansley forces Grado’s shoulders to the mat.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Grado escapes with a kick-out. Mansley gets to both knees screaming at the referee to count faster. She steps up to her feet and makes her way to her corner tagging J Mont back into the ring. Mont steps through the ropes and immediately makes his way over to Grado where he picks him up off the mat and lands an inverted-style backbreaker! Mont gets to his feet and taunts Chatman bringing him into the ring where he’s quickly cut off by the referee and sent back out to the apron.
J Mont reaches down picking Grado up off the mat where Grado springs up connecting with a JKO FROM OUTTA NOWHERE!
Miami erupts with a thunderous ovation!
CJJ: JKO FROM GRADO!
Edward crawls and makes a cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Amber Mansley breaks the count as boos ring out from all over the arena as Mansley is forced back out to the ring apron. Edward starts to stir and begins to work his way back up to his feet. Grado picks J Mont up off the mat and lands a series of jabs to the jaw followed by a boot to the midsection where Edward looks for the Stone Cold Stunner! Mont shoves Grado forward and into the ropes where Sam Chatman makes the blind tag while Grado bounces off the ropes ducking under a J Mont lariat!
Mont spins around to find Grado standing there.
Mont looks to swing with a right hand only to have Grado throw up both hands while yelling out STOP! J Mont stops in his tracks but Sam Chatman doesn’t as he springboards off the top rope with a missile dropkick to the back of J Mont knocking him forward and into a Bionic Elbow by Grado which sends J Mont to the mat!
PATRICK MATHEWS: High impact offense from the Lone Wolves!
Chatman makes a cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Mont escapes with a kick out to a gasp from the crowd. Chatman gets back to his feet where he picks J Mont up and decks him with a right hand! Followed by a second! And a third before driving Mont back into a neutral corner with a shoulder block! Chatman lays in a series of shoulder blocks to the midsection before bringing Mont out from the corner taking him down with an armbar and locking in a Crippler Crossface!
CJJ: SUBMISSION BY CHATMAN!
The referee slides into position asking J Mont to surrender! Flash Rotten is beside himself on the floor as he pounds on the mat out of sheer frustration! J Mont shakes off the referee as Chatman cranks back on the submission. Amber Mansley enters the ring and stomps on Chatman breaking the submission in the process to loud boos from the crowd. Mansley is forced back out to the apron of the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Of course Mansley illegally makes the save.
Chatman starts getting back to his feet where he picks J Mont up off the mat and drives him back into the corner housing Grado who makes the tag. Chatman brings Mont out of the corner and delivers a backbreaker while Grado climbs up on the middle rope and leaps off with a Whoopie Cushion crashing down onto the chest of J Mont! Grado gets back to his feet blowing a kiss at Amber who is more than disgusted. Edward picks J Mont up off the mat and looks to fire him into a neutral corner, J Mont reverses and goes back the other way ending Grado smashing into the referee and driving him back into a neutral corner! The referee crumbles down to the mat as we see J Mont kick Chatman right between the uprights dropping him to his knees.
CJJ: Low blow by Mont with the referee down!
Amber Mansley enters the ring and so does Grado! Mansley spears Edward when our attention is diverted toward the ramp and CLYDE NEWTON is seen walking toward the ring with a purpose! He snatches a “FUCK YOU J MONT” sign from the crowd! Amber Mansely kicks Grado out of the ring and drops down exiting out to the floor where she continues her assault.
PATRICK MATHEWS: CLYDE NEWTON IS HEADED TO THE RING!
J Mont has a look of shock on his face as we see Clyde walk right up to J Mont and shove the sign in his face so he gets an up-close look. Mont shoves Newton! Newton shoves Mont, Sam Chatman starts to stir and work his way back to his feet and when he stands Clyde turns and waffles Chatman with the sign causing it to dent! Chatman crumbles to the mat! The crowd erupts with boos as Clyde removes his jacket revealing a FORTUNATE ONES t-shirt!
CJJ: YES!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: NO! NOT CLYDE TOO!
Clyde wraps the sign to reveal a STOP sign garnering louder boos from the crowd as J Mont and Clyde are seen hugging it out to massive boos from the crowd. Out on the floor Mansley whips Grado toward the security railing, Grado reverses and Mansley crashing into the barrier!
The crowd pops huge!
PATRICK MATHEWS: WAIT A MINUTE!
Damage walks out to the top of the ramp as J Mont and Clyde look more than surprised! Newton slides out to the floor and meets Damage on the ramp where a heated exchange of right hands are thrown before Damage cuts off Newton with a big knee across the midsection! Damage brawls with Newton back up the ramp and backstage while ringside FLASH ROTTEN has slid into the ring behind J Mont! J Mont spins around to receive a JKO from FLASH ROTTEN! The roof explodes as Flash gets to his feet and starts crotch-chopping J Mont! Flash pulls Sam Chatman over draping his arm over the chest of Mont!
PATRICK MATHEWS: ROTTEN LAYS OUT MONT AND PUTS CHATMAN ON TOP!
A groggy referee rolls over seeing Mont’s shoulders down.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
The crowd boos loudly as SHAWN HART pulls the referee out of the ring and clocks him in the back of the head leaving him unknowing of who clocked him.
CJJ: SHAWN HART!
Shawn looks at Flash Rotten in the ring before sliding into the ring himself and getting back to his feet. Shawn backs Flash into a neutral corner to massive boos from the crowd which suddenly start to shift into cheers! Shawn rears back to clock Rotten only to have his arm grabbed by Grado! Edward spins Shawn around and looks to drive him into the mat with a Rock Bottom but Hart counters with a low blow of his own. Flash Rotten rolls out to the floor and high-tails it up the ramp as we see Amber Mansley roll back into the ring and join Shawn Hart in helping J Mont to his feet where a three-on-two assault begins to take place.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s a three on two mugging with the referee out on the floor!
The crowd erupts as Flash Rotten re-emerged out to the top of the ramp waving on someone… that someone is…
CJJ: DEVLIN KNIGHT!
Devlin Knight hits the ring wielding a Barbed Wire Baseball Bat! Knight dives into the ring and gets to his feet where he ducks a Mansley lariat and cracks Hart in the forehead with the barbed wire bat! Shawn spills out to the floor as the crowd roars intently with Devlin and J Mont going face to face. Mansley steps up to J Mont’s side and shows no fear of the weapon in hand… Shawn Hart blasts Devlin from behind and it’s Mont and Mansley now laying an attack on Devlin while Chatman and Grado are laid out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: SOMETHING'S GOT TO GIVE!
Miami explodes with a thunderous ovation as Mont and Mansley spin around toward the top of the ramp! The lights go dark! The crowd roars louder and louder and when the lights come up CHRIS PAGE is standing in the ring behind Shawn Hart! Shawn spins around and is hurled over the top rope and out to the floor! Sam Chatman is shown pulling himself to his feet. Amber Mansley charges toward Chatman who sends her sailing over the top rope and out to the floor! Chatman goes after Mansley on the floor leaving J Mont in the ring! Mont spins around seeing Chris Page!
Mont flips Page off but as soon as he does Page drives a boot to the midsection and plants J Mont with a Page Plant that blows the roof off the arena. Page gets back to his feet where he turns and reaches his hand down to Delvin helping him up. Devlin seems shocked by the actions of Chris Page! Devlin and Page exit the ring as Flash Rotten rolls the referee back into the ring!
The crowd gets louder and louder as Grado starts to stir! He crawls toward J Mont getting his arm over the chest!
1!!
2!!
Amber slides into the ring only to be yanked back out to the floor by Chatman!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: THE LONE WOLVES
Match Time: 19:23
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CJJ: I don’t believe it! What in the world have we just witnessed?!?! Clyde Newton joins the Fortunate Ones but is ran off by Damage, Flash Rotten turns on J Mont and the Fortunate Ones, Shawn Hart shows up, Flash Rotten brings out Devlin Knight, Chris Page shows up and lays out J Mont, helps Devlin up, and Flash rolls the referee in to make the count!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Your missing the most important part… Edward Grado has just pinned Joe Montuori and secured a Tag Title opportunity for The Lone Wolves!
Sam Chatman rolls in the ring and helps Edward up to his feet where he raises Grado’s arm up in the air to a thunderous ovation! Chris Page has a few off-camera words with Devlin Knight and Flash Rotten as the celebration in the ring with the Lone Wolves continues on to the sweet sounds of Madonna’s Like a Prayer.
The camera moves through the backstage area among the locker rooms and faculty rooms, and passes several doors on either side before making its way to a door propped open just slightly. Voices can be heard within... a deep gravelly male voice, and sweet, tinkling feminine one. As the camera passes through the frame and into the dressing room, 'The New Breed' placard attached to the door passes through frame before we disappear inside.
“What are you doing here? It's been a while... and yes... I AM surprised to see you!” the voice of the Beast carries across the room jovially.
“I know it's been a bit, but I think I finally got some of my other obligations handled and I was excited to see how the Brand Split was going, so I thought I would come and talk to Barrows and see what he thought of bringing me back on for SMASH.” the happy lilting voice of Lexi Gold can be heard.
“Well... what did he say? Are you coming to the SMASH Brand? It would be really good to see you a few times a month if I'm honest. I miss you.” John stammers as he gets up from the bench along one wall and the camera moves further into the room.
“I miss you too, John, but I haven't been able to find him yet. He wasn't at gorilla and he wasn't in his office earlier when I got here. I might have to wait till after the show to find him.” she explains dejectedly.
“I'm pretty sure someone in Security knows where he is, or can find him pretty easily anyway. Gimme just a minute to grab my stuff and we can go track him down before I got to get out there.” John says with a scarred up smile as he grabs his mask and a roll of tape from the bench nearby and grabs Lexi up in a big bear hug.
“It's good to see you again though...” John says softly as they embrace for a moment before heading towards the door.
PATRICK MATHEWS: And now ladies and gentlemen we are going to cut backstage with out man Gus Sinclair who is standing by with SMASH superstar whom we saw compete here earlier this evening, Frank Patrick Venable, or as he is more commonly known FPV!
CJJ: I wonder what this is all about?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well if you didn’t put your earbuds on after you put your headset on, you may notice from time to time you get direction and explanations for these types of things!
CJJ: Well how else am I supposed to listen to the Jonas Brothers, while the brilliant superstars of Smash pound each other into oblivion?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I dunno bud that to me sounds like a DEFINITE CJJ problem, which we obviously don’t have time for, because like I said just a few moments ago we have to cut backstage with Gus and FPV as they discuss a pretty big event that is supposed to go down tomorrow at noon…Smash’s own FPV is being honored by his hometown city of New Orleans, by being awarded the KEYS TO THE CITY! And before we cut back we would just like to sincerely say congratulations to FPV. FPV has been praised by his fellow Cajuns for his generosity, respect, and above all honor.
CJJ: Patrick…is that lipstick?
PATRICK MATHEWS: No you idiot, it's chapstick! What is your problem?
CJJ: FPV?...I mean what’s so great about him?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well that is why we are about to air this interview…So just sit back, relax, and for the love of GOD please stop chewing the gum that is stuck underneath the announce booth! There is no telling where it’s been, well I guess yall have that in common, so as you were... Gus go ahead we are ready…
We cut backstage where we see a large TV monitor that shows all of the fans in the arena, and is in front of a large elaborate Monday Night Smash logo. The fans make some noise when they see their fan favorite FPV standing there with a smile on his face as Gus Sinclair takes the mic looks into the camera and asks everyone to calm themselves and sit down.
FPV is standing to the side of Smash’s lead(as well as only) backstage interviewer still in his ring gear, as he takes a sip from a bottle of water. After the fans roar goes from loud to dull Gus is finally ready to begin this thing.
GUS SINCLAIR: Thank you for joining us here on Monday Night Smash, my name is Gus Sinclair, and I am standing by right now with a very popular man as of late. Former multi time AW World Heavyweight Champion, and easily one of Smash’s biggest and brightest young stars…So MR. FPV, first of all welcome it is a pleasure finally getting a chance to speak with you.
FPV: No problem at all Gus, I’m just glad to be here on Smash doing everything I can to help shape and build SMASH into the best wrestling show going today! SO yeah thank you for having me!
GUS SINCLAIR: Well, for those of us that have been following the news the last week or so would probably have come across the headline that read
!!!!!! BiG Ea$y’z FaVoRiTe son !!!!!!
TO RECEIVE THe KEYS TO THE CITY In Recognition Of All The Hard Work, the dedication, and of course the success
TO RECEIVE THe KEYS TO THE CITY In Recognition Of All The Hard Work, the dedication, and of course the success
GUS SINCLAIR: The mayor as well as recently elected DA Brian Trahan will be on hand to hand FPV his award personally. So I guess the first question is what was your reaction to that little bit of news?
FPV: Well Gus, first of all I’m beyond honored that THE CITY…MY CITY, of New Orleans thinks that much of me and everything I have done! I’ve been blessed in this business and quite a few others as well. I’m always more than happy to do anything I can to support the community I came from! We are a wild bunch to be sure, but New Orleans is filled with amazing people and such rich culture. In my opinion it is one of the best cities in the world, from sea to shining sea! So if you are listening out there I just wanted to say thank you so much it truly is an honor!
GUS SINCLAIR: So there have been some “insiders” that discovered not only did the new DA come from humble beginnings much like yourself, but also made your acquaintance at the first ever People’s Grounds location in the heart of the city, getting breakfast bright and early every work day there. And now look at you two, working together to build a better, cleaner, and much safer New Orleans! For those of you that don’t know who Brian Trahan is, you can google it and see that Mr. Trahan is one of the boldest DA’s in recent memory! Cracking down on violence, as well as imposing taxes on the bars in the French Quarter, he also began an initiative four months ago to try and persuade men and women to join the Police academy right out of highschool…Frank would you care to comment on any of that!
FPV: Politics aren’t really my thing Gus, but I will say this Brian Trahan has always been a good friend of mine and a wonderful patron as well. If he supports it then I support it as well.-
As FPV continues speaking, a stage hand comes in and hands Gus Sinclair a tablet. The stage hand looks worried, nervous.
GUS SINCLAIR: Hey, what's going on? We're kinda doing something on live TV.
STAGE HAND: I know, but we just received these images and...we think Frank should see them. Just be warned Mr. Venable, it ain't pretty.
FPV, clearly looking a little frazzled but still attempting to maintain his composure, looks to Gus with an air of uneasy confidence.
FPV: Whatever it is Gus, I’m ready for it. I’ve dealt with devils and demons before in this business, nothing much fazes me anymore.
Gus is shown being handed a tablet from off screen by a PA, he unlocks the tablet and his eyes immediately widen in response.
GUS SINCLAIR: Oh my god, holy-
FPV: Just shut up and show me, Gus!
Gus hands the tablet to Frank, who sees the images in front of him and also reacts with shock, though his is more rage than shock. The camera pans around him and we, the audience at home can see what Frank has just been shown.
The headquarters of The People’s Grounds, Inc (FPV's own personal coffee shop empire,) completely desecrated and destroyed not but a few days after he was announced to be the New Orleans Man of the Year. . The windows have had massive cinder blocks thrown into them to shatter them, and all the furniture within completely turned over and ransacked. Further pictures show the register tills of the shop on the ground floor fully open and emptied, with the replica belts representing all the titles FPV has won in his career smashed to pieces.
Above all else, though, is a message, sprayed across the entire room in royal purple spray paint, displayed on the wall directly opposite the entrance.
“TiME 2 GeT SYeRIous, FrAnkIe!!”
Surrounding the main message is a series of smaller “HAHA!”s sprayed throughout the room. The camera turns to Frank’s face, and most of the initial shock has been replaced by pure, unbridled rage. Through gritted teeth, Frank Patrick Venable says only one word.
FPV: Stylez.
Still holding the tablet in his hand, his grip becomes so strong on the device that in the blink of an eye, he snaps it in half and completely destroys it. He lets the broken tablet fall from his hands and walks out of frame, his rage simmering as the gears turn in his head on just what to do about this.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing 6’3” and weighing 285 lbs, from The Black Eye Galaxy, he is one-half of the WGWF World Tag-Team Champions… SPACE LORD!!
The crowd cheers as “Space Lord” by Monster Magnet begins to play. Space Lord comes out of the back, pumped up. He flexes his arms in the air for a few seconds, before charging towards the ring like Taz from Looney Tunes, sliding under the ropes at a dead run. He climbs up the turnbuckle, firing up the crowd, as the music continues to play.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Space Lord is obviously not your typical wrestler, CJJ.
CJJ: You think so?
PATRICK MATHEWS: But there is no disputing that he’s a dangerous man inside the squared circle, as his numerous championships alongside Terry Marshall show.
CJJ: I still can’t believe SEX is our champion.
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent, standing 6’5” and weighing 256 lbs, from Jacksonville, Florida, he is the Smash Title #1 Contender, 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.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable didn’t want this fight to take place, as he swears he had nothing to do with the assault on Sports Entertainment Xpress at the Cannabis Cup.
CJJ: A likely story. He really expects us to believe that NEITHER of those masked men were actually him? What are the odds that they were BOTH imposters?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’d say a fairly high chance. There are lots of Cable masks available both online and in our own merchant booths here at the arena.
CJJ: No, these were authentic masks. Very high quality.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, WGWF is VERY proud of its quality control in the goods it produces. Make sure to go to our online store today, for Cyber Monday!!
CJJ: Wait… when did this become an ad?
The bell rings, and Space Lord shakes the ropes, ready to begin. He’s wanted his revenge on Cable for weeks now. He stalks forward, with Cable raising up his hands to him. He tries, one more time, to convince Space Lord that he had nothing to do with the attacks. Space Lord raises one finger, wiggling it back and forth at him, as if saying that he will never be tricked by Cable again. He then puts that hand in the air, wanting a test of strength! Cable seems to sigh, then agrees, stepping forward and raising up both hands. The two men lock their fingers together, immediately beginning to try and find a way to get leverage!
After a few seconds, Cable seems to be faltering, slowly lowering as Space Lord works to apply more pressure. Space Lord lets out a strong laugh, as he works to get the masked man down… but Cable is suddenly pushing back up into position, refusing to go down to his knees! Space Lord, thrown off by this sudden surge, struggles to hang onto his position, but now HE’S the one losing leverage, as Cable shifts their hands around. He starts forcing Space Lord downwards, towards the mat. But Space Lord embraces the power of the fans and comes back up as well, with the two locked together, their shoulders meeting… before both men break the hold, stumbling back from each other. They lock eyes, thinking things over, as the crowd cheers the stalemate.
PATRICK MATHEWS: The unstoppable force meets the immovable object!
CJJ: I thought it was the irresistible force meeting the unstoppable object?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Both work. The point is, after a test of strength, these two men know that they’re evenly matched.
CJJ: I could have told you that. They’re both ugly enough to have to cover their faces, after all.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You’d better hope neither of them heard you…
Luckily for CJJ, neither man has super hearing… or Space Lord just has more important things to worry about. He still wants to prove his strength, daring Cable to come off the ropes and hit him. Cable obliges, rebounding back and hitting a shoulder tackle, but Space Lord stays in place. He calls for another, and Cable hits the ropes and charges back, only for Space Lord to try for the clothesline. Cable goes under it, hitting the other side and coming back with a cross body block! The two men crash to the mat… but Space Lord rolls through the hit, somehow managing to stand up with Cable in his arms, before bodyslamming Cable down!! The crowd pops for this act of strength, as Space Lord raises the roof towards the audience.
As Cable gets himself back up, favoring his back, Space Lord rushes into him with a clothesline, knocking him right back down. This happens twice more, as Space Lord keeps running through Cable, while jumping around with high knees, feeling the power and energy flow through him. Cable rolls to his right, getting up near the ropes, but Space Lord charges him once more, going for a clothesline to the outside. But Cable reacts instinctively, dropping himself down while still hanging onto the top rope. Space Lord flies by overhead, flipping to the outside and falling to the floor, out of sight!! Cable hangs there for a moment, before pulling himself back up, shaking his head.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That looked like a rough landing for Space Lord!
CJJ: Guy should have used his teleporter, would have saved him a nasty trip.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Don’t mock the man’s technology, CJJ.
CJJ: Technology… right…
Cable steps out onto the apron and watches as Space Lord struggles to get up, having landed on his right shoulder. He winces, turning towards Cable, who drops off the apron with a double axehandle, knocking Space Lord back. He falls against the guardrail, as Cable walks towards him, still looking disappointed in having to have this contest. He grabs hold of Space Lord, working to get him back into the ring. He gets him to the apron, shoving him forward, but Space Lord braces himself against the apron, then elbows back to knock Cable away from him. Space Lord then turns, giving Cable a big boot to knock him backwards!
With Cable down, Space Lord turns and pulls himself into the ring, still nursing his hurting shoulder. He gets up, watching to see Cable to get up outside. The referee has already reached the count of 6, and starts to go for 7, but Space Lord stops him, telling him that he doesn’t need to count. This, apparently, is an InterGalactic Grudge match, which means the match can’t end on a countout. The ref seems dubious, but lets it go, mainly because Cable is already pulling himself back into the ring. Seeing this, Space Lord steps up and grabs hold of him, trying to land a DDT. But Cable lifts Space Lord up instead, getting an inverted atomic drop to send the champ reeling away in pain!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Space Lord’s Space Nuggets!!
CJJ: Damn it, Patrick, I don’t want to even think of them like that. Just say he got racked, that’s all you need to do.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Space Lord’s junk just had a close encounter of the knee kind!
CJJ: *Sigh* That’s it, I’m done.Tell me when The Fortunate Ones are back.
A hurting Space Lord seems to be cursing Cable, saying that only a masked man would strike so violently. But Cable is disputing it, saying it’s just a wrestling move. He then offers to demonstrate, as he picks Space Lord up and delivers a press slam backbreaker drop!! The crowd pops at the show of power, with Cable immediately dropping a knee onto Space Lord before finally making the first cover of the match.
1!!
2!!
And Space Lord shoves Cable off of him, staying in the contest. Cable immediately reverts to Plan B, as he twists over Space Lord to put him into a chin lock. He pulls back on Space Lord’s neck, looking to do some more damage to the man coming after him under false pretenses. The referee checks Space Lord to see if he wants so submit, but a chin lock’s just not going to do it. Space Lord fights upwards, working to his feet, then elbowing his way free of Cable’s grasp. He runs to the ropes, fired up… but Cable greets him on the way back with a hip toss, taking Space Lord down to the mat… and then reapplying the chin lock, continuing to try to wear the champion down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: John Cable isn’t the flashiest of wrestlers, but he is definitely a mat technician.
CJJ: Well, it’s not like you’re ever going to see him pulling off five-star frog splashes, so I guess he had to do what he could to be proficient.
PATRICK MATHEWS: There’s a reason Cable is the #1 Contender to Enigma’s Smash Championship.
CJJ: Yep. Luck. Dumb, ‘unfortunate’ luck for Cable.
Once again, Space Lord has to fight his way up, but with the chants of his faithful fans echoing throughout the arena, cheering for SEX, he starts to rise. Cable tries hanging on, but Space Lord is able to knock him aside. Cable comes right back with a right hand, then locks into Space Lord for a belly-to-back suplex, but Space Lord blocks it, and then, in a stunning move, actually manages to reverse it, ending up behind Cable and taking him over and down to the mat! You can almost hear Terry Marshall cheering from the back, as it’s surely something he taught Space Lord for a moment like this.
As both wrestlers get up, Space Lord is clearly feeling it. He hammers away at Cable with a few more right hands, before lifting him onto a shoulder and delivering a powerslam! This knocks the wind out of Cable, who rolls onto his stomach on reflex. But Space Lord doesn’t let that deter him, as he goes against the ropes and comes running back, leaping up and splashing down onto Cable’s spine!! The impact’s a hard one for both men, but Cable definitely takes the worst of it. Space Lord works to roll Cable over, and then covers him, telling the referee to do his noble duty.
1!!
2!!
TH-And Cable kicks out of the pin, staying in this one.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Space Lord is showing us here tonight that he could be an excellent singles wrestler in his own right.
CJJ: Are you kidding? Have you seen how many times Space Lord has looked towards his corner, before remembering he can’t tag out? The guy’s been with a partner for too long.
Space Lord does seem to be glancing over his shoulder at the other side, but it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking. He does drag Cable up, wanting to go for the Space Race to put Cable close to his end. He gets Cable up on a shoulder, coming out of the corner at a run… and Cable falls off behind him, landing on his feet. Space Lord turns, surprised, and tries to come back at his foe, but Cable kicks him in the gut, then twists Space Lord around, getting the crowd on their feet as he hits a spinning back-to-back backbreaker rack neck breaker!!! The insane combination has the crowd roaring, even as Cable falls on top for the cover…
1!!
2!!
THRE-No! Space Lord won’t stay down, getting his shoulder up in time! Cable sits forward, thinking things over, before getting back to his feet. He pulls Space Lord up with him, taking him over to the corner and slamming Space Lord’s head into the turnbuckle. This just seems to start firing up Space Lord, though, as two more head bangs do nothing but get his feet moving. He turns, swinging at Cable, but Cable ducks under it, then picks Space Lord up from behind into a Torture Rack position!! The crowd goes wild, expecting The Darkest Hour, but Space Lord is able to grab the ropes nearby, hanging on as Cable tries to take him towards the center of the ring. The ref sees it, ordering Cable to drop Space Lord, forcing the break!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That was almost it, but Space Lord survives!
CJJ: Pure luck there, I thought Cable had him.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait, you’re rooting for Cable?
CJJ: I’m rooting for whoever ends this match the quickest!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I should have known…
Cable looks a little frustrated, having wanted to put this one away so he could move on towards Enigma. He gets up, looking towards the referee for a moment before getting Space Lord in position for the Waking Nightmare!! But Space Lord suddenly raises up, backdropping Cable to the mat! As Cable pulls himself up, Space Lord races at him with a lariat, taking him back down. Space Lord then runs back and forth, stomping his feet, fired up. He moves to the side, waiting for Cable to get fully to his feet, and then charges forward for the Big Bang… and Cable dodges it, rotating around the spear! Space Lord hits the mat and slides right out of the ring, landing outside!
Seeing this, Cable makes his way over, wanting to get Space Lord back in so he can get the pinfall victory. He looks out… but Space Lord’s not there anymore. Confused, Cable looks left and right, seeing no sign of the man. He turns back… and Space Lord is suddenly in the ring, having materialized out of nowhere, charging at Cable again!! Before a startled Cable can move, Space Lord nails him backwards into the corner with The Big Bang!!! The crash sends both into the turnbuckle, though, causing them to both take some damage from the impact. The crowd pops from the move, waiting to see what happens next.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait, does Space Lord actually HAVE a teleporter??
CJJ: Don’t be ridiculous. He snuck around the apron and popped in from the other side.
PATRICK MATHEWS: But I never saw him enter the ring!
CJJ: Well, you weren’t looking hard enough… I think…
As the crowd gets on their feet, willing him on, Space Lord recovers from the impact. He grabs at Cable’s leg, dragging him further away from the ropes, before laying on top of him for the cover. The ref drops nearby…
1!!
And as the referee’s hand comes down for the second time, he doesn’t make contact… as he’s dragged out of the ring!! The ref disappears from sight, as Space Lord looks over, wondering what happened. He stares through the ropes as a figure stands up to look at him… a figure wearing a Cable mask!! Space Lord, stunned, gets to his feet, pointing down at the masked figure… only to have another Cable-masked individual attack Space Lord from behind!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What on earth is going on??
CJJ: It’s Cable’s clones!! They’re attacking Space Lord!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t know who they are, but they’re definitely assaulting one half of the tag champions!
The other masked individual is in now as well, joining in a double-team on Space Lord, with the two smashing him down to the mat. The crowd is booing heavily, not liking this turn of events. But they cheer again when Johnathan Cable comes up from the side, grabbing one of the masked figures and giving them a jawbreaker!! They stumble back, even as Cable pops up and hits a knee to the gut of the second one, before tossing them over the top rope to the floor!! The crowd is roaring as Cable turns back to the first Cable-masked figure, enraged. He grabs hold of them, going for the mask, as the individual fights to get away.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable’s going to unmask one of them!!
CJJ: Not a chance, he’s not going to reveal his own guys!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Are you watching the same thing I am??
CJJ: It’s all staged, Patrick, open your eyes!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ll find out in just a… no, Space Lord, wait!!
As Cable struggles with the masked figure, Space Lord has risen up again. He doesn’t seem to care who’s wearing a mask, as he runs up and smashes Cable from behind!! Cable falls to the side, as the last masked individual quickly rolls out of the ring, rejoining the other figure. The two head up the aisle, the damage done, as Space Lord grabs at Cable, demanding answers. But Cable, out of frustration, shoves Space Lord away from him. He turns and leaves, heading for the back, to try and catch the two impersonators, as Space Lord watches him go, scratching at his head.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This great match has been absolutely ruined!
CJJ: I’ll agree, it’s bad to have more than one Cable. But I wouldn’t say it was ruined.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We have no answers as of yet for what’s going on, but it’s telling that they once again went after Space Lord.
CJJ: Because he was close to taking down Cable, obviously. There’s no doubt that they work for Cable.
PATRICK MATHEWS: There’s PLENTY of doubt!
CJJ: Not in my eyes.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: NO CONTEST
Match Time: 10:21
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Space Lord has moved out of the ring, checking on the referee, who looks more confused about what happened to him than anything. Cable has disappeared into the back, still in pursuit, as we cut away.
The view cuts backstage and In a stark contrast to the inaugural episode of WGWF SMASH, this time when the camera finds the man who calls himself THE MONSTER MACHINE, he's alone in an empty locker room. There’s no snake. No demon skull mask. He’s standing in front of the mirror, putting the finishing touches on his war paint. He acknowledges the presence of the camera with a guttural grunt, his colorless eyes staring forward into his own reflection. The camera is recording him in profile, his face visible in the angle of the mirror.
ENIGMA: I have been too kind. I have been far too lenient, letting these transgressions slide. Some might say that for a so-called MONSTER, I have grown soft in my old age.
There’s a flash of teeth, more a predatory snarl than a smile before those massive shoulders twitch in the barest indication of a dismissive shrug.
ENIGMA: And the thing that pains me most is how being here right now is testing my patience, making me question my own loyalty to my dearly departed friend – a man that so many claimed to be on far more intimate terms than I was after his passing. All of this…
He sighs, pausing for a moment as though trying to pull back the undercurrent of anger in his voice.
ENIGMA: It tests my patience. Nearly a year ago, I received an invitation to come wrestle in Japan, to come wrestle for a company I had never heard of. I accepted, because the opponent offered was someone I had wanted to face for years. Everyone knows how that fell apart, how Smash was left scrambling to find a replacement because that damned corvid scavenger pulled one of his bi-annual vanishing acts. What happened next was transcendent – TRANSFORMATIVE.
The last word comes out as a low and menacing growl.
ENIGMA: The spotlight shone bright that night and I was illuminated. Two decades of toiling, of putting my body on the line and finally… I had made it to the summit. Every moment since then, I have been unstoppable. I have wrestled all over the world. I have captured multiple championships. I finally made good on my goal to hold a world championship before it all came crashing down. And a smarter man would probably cut the losses there.
There's a flicker of something in his expression for a moment. Is that malice? Hunger?
ENIGMA: Ah, but tenacity will kill me, as surely as I stand before you now. I continue to be prophetic – is this my curse? Have I been here so long that it has all come full circle on me? Perhaps I should unburden myself. Tell all. Be honest–
He breaks off suddenly, shaking his head.
ENIGMA: No. It is not the time. Not yet.
He pulls in a deep breath and turns from the mirror, abruptly facing the camera. His face is red, deep black lines carving down his forehead and cheeks.
ENIGMA: I urge you to bear witness tonight. See what happens when my patience is testing beyond the breaking point. The blood tonight is on your hands, Barrows. I take no responsibility for what happens from here on you – you have created this MONSTER. Now you will reap the consequences of those actions.
Without a further word, Enigma shoves the camera hard; the camera falls, revealing the boots of the MONSTER MACHINE as he stalks out of the locker room before we cut elsewhere in the arena.
The camera Shows the Kesaya Center in Miami, Florida and cut to follow Damage, The Untamed Demon, as he walks through the bustling corridors of the Kesaya Center in Miami, Florida. He's passing by fellow WGWF superstars, some nodding in acknowledgment, others eyeing him with a mix of respect and curiosity. The atmosphere is charged with tension as the Untamed Demon makes his way through the backstage area.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We are seeing the Untamed Demon from the Backstage, he's on a mission tonight. After what we saw during WGWF World Tag-Team Titles #1 Contendership Match, where he attacked The Fortunate Ones to save Sam and Edward Grado, sending Amber and J Montuori through 'HIGHWAY TO HELL'.
CJJ: Absolutely, he's been a lone wolf for quite some time, but there's a change in the air. Let's see where this is going.
As Damage continues down the corridor, he spots two men standing in his path. He stops in his tracks. The camera reveals Sam and Edward to the delight of the crowd as we receive a huge roar from the crowd in the arena. Sam and Edward exchange glances, and then, in a surprising turn of events, they nod at each other and decide to address Damage together.
Samuel Chatman: Listen, Damage. We may not be the best of friends, but we saw what you did. You stood against The Fortunate Ones.
Meanwhile Damage raises his hand to the face of Chatman as a sign to stop and Edward pauses it in surprise as the crowd erupts in cheers at the unexpected alliance forming before their eyes. The commentators capture the moment with excitement.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What a development! The Lone Wolves and Damage standing together against The Fortunate Ones. This is unprecedented!
CJJ: It seems like Damage's actions have sparked a unity against a common enemy. This could change the landscape of WGWF!"
Damage, with a calculated nod, acknowledges the decision of Chatman and Grado. He makes it clear that while he may not necessarily like them, the enemy of his enemy is his ally. The trio, unlikely as it may be, has found common ground in their disdain for The Fortunate Ones.
DAMAGE: You know what? I know why you both are here, I can sense it Mr. Grado! You two wanted to know what is the Idea of the Untamed Demon to help you right? Well, You see I did this to make a statement, I wanted send a message to the Fortunate Ones and the entire roster here that I am a force to be reckoned with. And I am going to show The Fortunate Ones that why they call me Untamed Demon. Mr. Montuori and his team 'The Fortunate ones' are now Marked and soon.... Very Soon They would be " The Unfortunate Ones'.
The crowd's cheers reach a fever pitch as Edward and Sam approve in acceptance of what Damage had said with a smirk. The commentators can hardly contain their excitement.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Listen to this crowd! They are fully behind this alliance! The Fortunate Ones better watch out!
CJJ: Damage, Sam, and Edward, a formidable trio, standing united. The Kesaya Center is in for a treat tonight!
As Damage, Sam, and Edward share a nod of agreement, the camera fades away, leaving the crowd buzzing with anticipation for the upcoming confrontation against The Fortunate Ones. The unexpected alliance has injected a new level of excitement into the arena, and the fans are eagerly awaiting the showdown that is about to unfold.
MEMPHIS BELLE: It’s now time for our main event of the evening!! Introducing first, standing 5’8” and weighing 200 lbs, from Veracruz, Mexico, here is “THE GOLDEN EAGLE” AGUILA DORADA!!
”Halo” by Bullet For My Valentine/Pendulum begins to play, as golden fireworks go off around the main entrance. Aguila Dorada comes through them unscathed, immediately running down the ramp and heading straight for the ring. He slides in easily under the bottom rope, popping to his feet and heading over to the turnbuckle as he earns the cheers of the crowd in attendance.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Aguila Dorada has become a fan favorite in the past year here in WGWF, thanks to his youth and passion for the sport.
CJJ: Too bad it all ends for him tonight. I don’t expect Enigma to leave anything but scraps of his mask behind.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s certainly an uphill battle, but this is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Dorada here tonight.
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent, standing 6’5” and weighing 275 lbs, hailing from The Boiler Room, here is the WGWF Smash Champion, “THE MONSTER MACHINE” ENIGMA!!
"Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus"
A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, the haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of the music. A hulking hooded figure 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, complete with a ball python writhing around his neck. 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 before stepping between the ropes. He immediately scales the turnbuckles, turning towards the crowd as he lets the hood fall, revealing his war paint and colorless 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.
CJJ: Now THIS is what you call a star!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Enigma is certainly impressive in both his physique and the attitude he brings with him to the ring. He is definitely a force to be reckoned with.
CJJ: There’s no reckoning with The Fortunate Ones!! There’s only wreckage left behind in their wake!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I do notice that Enigma came out here tonight alone. I wonder why?
CJJ: You think he needs anyone else with him to take down Dorada? Are you serious?
The ref brings his hands together, signaling, and the bell sounds. Aguila Dorada comes forward, ready to lock up… and Enigma charges right through him with a running lariat!! Dorada tries to pop back up, but Enigma runs him over a second time, then a third, plowing the smaller wrestler down with multiple lariats in a row! With Dorada knocked senseless, Enigma steps in, hefting the masked wrestler up and throwing him bodily into the corner. Enigma follows, lowering a shoulder and smashing away at Dorada’s midsection with numerous shoulder rams, really bringing on the punishment.
The referee, a little concerned with the constant attack in the corner, begins a five count, with Enigma taking a few steps back to break it up. But Enigma comes right back into it with a crashing body blow, crushing Dorada once again! Enigma then drags the already-hurting Dorada out of the corner towards the center of the ring. He lifts Dorada up easily into the air, keeping him up there in a delayed vertical suplex, before finally shifting it on the way down into a powerslam! He stays on top, making the cover, as the referee makes the count.
1…
2…
THR-And Dorada manages to kick out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: So far, Dorada hasn’t even been able to get started!
CJJ: You have to be on your toes 100 percent of the time if you want to even compete with an incredible superstar like The Beast From The Boiler Room!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Being on your toes that long sounds extremely painful, CJJ. Your arches would be killing you.
CJJ: It’s a figure of speech, Patrick, damn!
With no hesitation, Enigma is already on his feet, dragging up the wounded Dorada with him. The ref quickly moves to the side, not wanting to be taken out accidentally by either of these competitors… especially Enigma. The Monster Machine keeps Dorada upright, while landing a few knee shots to the chest, doing some more damage. With Dorada staggering, Enigma then drags him over near the ropes to get some room. He then locks Dorado into place and lifts him up into powerbomb position, beginning to run across to the other side of the ring. But before the running powerbomb can finish, Dorada somehow shoves off the top of Enigma, managing to land on his feet behind him!
Startled, Enigma grabs hold of the ropes to steady himself, then turns back around towards Dorado, who looks a little surprised himself to be standing where he is. But Dorada reacts immediately, leaping forward and hitting a corkscrew dropkick, sending Enigma over the ropes and to the outside!! To his credit, Enigma lands on his feet, still looking shocked at the turn of events. He takes a few steps away from the ring, clearing his head, and then turns back, ready to go inside again… only to see Dorada soaring over the top rope with a running suicide dive!! Dorada crashes into Enigma, taking him down, as the crowd pops for the landing, loving anything high-risk.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Dorada is using the best option available to him: his speed. If he can somehow keep Enigma on the defensive, he can give the Smash Champion a real fight!
CJJ: Being fast is one thing, but for most people, it simply isn’t enough to succeed.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What about The Flash? That guy was all about speed.
CJJ: One, that’s a comic book character… and two, the guy was also a scientific whiz, wasn’t he?.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Very nice, some nerd points for CJJ.
With Enigma working his way back to his feet, Dorada takes up a position on the other side of the turnbuckle. He then runs forward, leaping through the ropes to catch Enigma and land a DDT! Enigma’s down, stunned, as Dorada gets up, energized by how things are going now. He gets up on the apron, preparing for another high-risk gamble. As Enigma stands up, turning his way, Dorada runs forward, leaping off the apron… only to run into a leaping big boot from Enigma!! Dorada crashes hard on the outside, as Enigma stands over him, his anger showing. Still, though, he stays focused, turning and rolling into the ring to break up the count before coming back out.
As Dorada struggles to get up, a hand on his bruised chest, Enigma grabs hold of him. He launches Dorada forward, sending him banging into the turnbuckle post!! Dorada spins off the post, crashing to the ground outside, as Enigma turns and reenters the ring, content with the damage he’s done. The referee continues the count, as the fans wait to see if Dorada is going to be able to recover. But they don’t have to wait, as Enigma suddenly comes back out again, shaking his head. Dorada is trying to get to his feet, but he gets a ‘helping hand’ from Enigma, as he’s launched back into the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Aguila Dorada was showing that fighting spirit that has led him to some success in the wrestling business.
CJJ: It sure isn’t showing common sense. You’re facing someone like Enigma, and he gives you the chance to be counted out? Dorada should have taken it.
Dorada gets to his hands and knees, trying to clear his head as he rests on the canvas. Enigma, though, has no interest in waiting. He drops onto Dorada, pulling him up and locking him into the Fade To Black submission!! Dorada flails, searching for some way out from the hold, as the referee circles around them, checking to see if Dorada is going to tap out. To his credit, Dorada doesn’t appear to be willing to do that, but he’s fading quickly in the hold, beginning to slump towards the mat. The referee moves in to check his arm, but Enigma suddenly drops him, looking more angry.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What is Enigma doing? This one was looking like it might be over!
CJJ: I think Enigma is still ticked off, Patrick. Remember, he doesn’t want to be booked against “ghosts”. He wants real challenges. Dorada hasn’t stood up to that standard.
PATRICK MATHEWS: So what does that mean for Dorada?
CJJ: Probably a lot of pain and humiliation.
The referee seems concerned, even as Enigma hauls the weary Dorada off the mat. The Golden Eagle tries one more weak swing, but it misses, turning him around as Enigma lifts him from behind. A second later, the Face Eraser lands, smashing Dorada face-first into the canvas!! Dorada’s out, with the referee ready to make the pin count, but Enigma’s not done yet. He gets up, dragging a nearly unconscious Dorada with him. He looks around for a moment, with some of his fans in the audience shouting “Do You See??” The Monster Machine then lifts Dorada’s body high into the air, before delivering Damnation!!! The pin is academic at this point, as Enigma simply puts a hand on Dorada’s chest, staring at him as the referee makes the count.
1!!
2!!
THREE!!!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Here is your winner… “THE MONSTER MACHINE” ENIGMA!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: ENIGMA
Match Time: 6:02
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PATRICK MATHEWS: A dominant victory from our Smash Champion!
CJJ: Was there ever any doubt?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Honestly, after that beating, this might be the last time we see Aguila Dorada for a while.
CJJ: Time to feed someone more powerful to our champion, although it really won’t matter. He’ll tear through all of them.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s been an amazing night, folks! We’ll see you in two weeks for the next Smash!
CJJ: The A Show!
The camera focuses on Enigma, already leaving the ring, as a few attendants are inside to check on Dorada and make sure he doesn’t need to be carted out on a stretcher. Enigma doesn’t look back, proudly moving away with the Smash Championship in his arms. We fade out.
Thanks to the following match-writers:
Jonathan Barrows
Cholo
Terry Marshall
Chris Page
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
John Cable
Chatman & Grado
Cholo
Damage
Enigma
The Fortunate Ones
FPV
Lexi Gold
Devlin Knight
Clyde Newton
J Mont
Johnny Stylez
Jetta Tall-Tide
Jonathan Barrows
Cholo
Terry Marshall
Chris Page
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
John Cable
Chatman & Grado
Cholo
Damage
Enigma
The Fortunate Ones
FPV
Lexi Gold
Devlin Knight
Clyde Newton
J Mont
Johnny Stylez
Jetta Tall-Tide