Post by Jonathan Barrows on Dec 11, 2023 19:00:24 GMT -5
As the screen goes black after the last commercial, you feel your anticipation building once again. You know what’s coming… or, at least, you think you do. But instead of the appearance of a figure standing in an empty arena, the shot instead comes up on what appears to be a snowy mountaintop. Judging by the sound of the wind, the snowstorm is just getting started. We watch as the blizzard truly starts all around us, as we begin to see blurry figures in the distance. That’s when the music begins, blasting through the speakers almost from the first notes…
As Demons & Wizards brings us in, the camera seems to close in on the battles that are going on in the distance. We see wrestlers going to war all across the battlefield, attacking both unknowns and each other, in a free-for-all. Damage is shown first, lifting up and delivering the Highway To Hell on a poor fool who disappears into the snow. Seth Stevens then comes flying over them both, landing the 10-Star Frog Splash on another armored individual. Further down, John Blade has a screaming man in the STS, with the man forcefully tapping out like crazy.
Further down, the chaos continues, as FPV is shown, landing the Frankle Slam to dispose of a foe. He then turns, sensing trouble, as a grinning Jestyr Seryous rises up behind him. The two lock eyes, as we see another explosion rip open in the distance. Out of the ice and flames, we see a large pirate ship taking flight, with Jetta Tall-Tide at the helm. The ship sails past, as we’re shown Skylar Carsons driving her foot into the head of a soldier, knocking his helmet clean off. Nearby, Gideon King lands the Checkmate on one man, while Corey Bull delivers the Downward Spiral to another. Between them, Maddox appears with a snarl, like a Sasquatch rising from the snow, leaping right at the camera to destroy it with a large black rock.
We go to another shot, showing Edward Grado & Samuel Chatman working together to tag-team their opposition. They shake hands, even as John Cable comes racing through the snow behind them, crushing two men with a double lariat. He then turns, his eyes tightening, as he looks to the top of the nearby mountain… where the four members of the Fortunate Ones can be seen, standing proudly. Joe Montouri cockily smirks at those beneath him, as Amber Mansley and Clyde Newton stand on either side of him. Meanwhile, Enigma raises the WGWF Smash Championship over his head, letting loose a roar that starts an avalanche of snow and debris downwards. It covers over the camera, cutting out vision once more…
As we find ourselves in The State Farm Arena in Atlanta, Georgia, packed to the rim with rabid WGWF Smash fanatics! The fireworks go off all around the stage, as the cheers reach an impressive volume throughout the arena. After panning around the crowd at ringside, the cameras reach Patrick Mathews and CJJ, both dressed to the nines as usual.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hello, everyone, and welcome back once again to WGWF Monday Night Smash!!
CJJ: The A Show of Professional Wrestling!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ve got a fantastic night of action lined up for all of you tonight, as some of the best in the business fight to make their way into the first WGWF X-Division Title match! Gideon King, Damage, Amber Mansley, and Johnny Stylez are all set to do battle and try to join Clyde Newton and Maddox for the opportunity at the new gold!
CJJ: Only one of those names is worthy, though. Mansley is going to look glorious as the X Division Champion!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, you say that, CJJ, but you know Clyde Newton joined The Fortunate Ones last show, which means that if Mansley wins, two members of TFO will have to do battle!
CJJ: Nah, they’ll just destroy everyone else and probably decide things on a coin flip.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, we’ll see if Stylez has something to say about that. In the meantime, though, we have a mega main event, as the WGWF World Tag-Team Titles are on the line! The extremely successful team of Sports Entertainment Xpress is in the building to defend their gold against the #1 contenders, The Lone Wolves!!
CJJ: Man, I hate that name. It just makes me think of an English teacher slapping my wrist with a ruler.
PATRICK MATHEWS: … How old are you again?
CJJ: None of your business.
PATRICK MATHEWS: In any event, it’s going to be a tremendous night, so let’s get the action started!!
The back of the arena has been the usual spot where The Fortunate Ones have made their monumental arrivals and appearances. The cameras are in the back. The reporters are waiting. The Paparazzi are standing by for the dirt.
CJJ: Nothing is better than the arrival of The Fortunate Ones. Especially now that Fat Man Rotten is out.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Flash Rotten showed first hand how deadly a JKO can be.
CJJ: If J Mont needed the money, he could sue FLASH for Trademark Infringement.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Where did you learn about this?
CJJ: I watched New York Undercover.
PATRICK MATHEWS: So, we should start calling you J.C. Williams?
CJJ gets up and starts to clap. Patrick is telling him to sit down, but to no prevail. There could be a match here in the making.
CJJ: My job is SAFE. J Mont has my back and 51 percent of the Network.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I am tired of hearing about this NETWORK!
Everyone is still in the back, but nothing is happening. No loud sounds. No voices. No shadows. There is nothing going on. Maybe The Fortunate Ones are not showing up tonight or they are just running late because they make their own schedules.
Then suddenly……..
CJJ: I was just given word by my inside source that everyone is in the wrong spot. The Fortunate Ones are on their way here, but you will not believe this.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What does that mean?
CJJ: We all know that Pigs and Fat Man Rotten can't fly, but The Fortunate Ones can.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What the hell are you talking about?
Everyone in the back must have been given word and they are all running from the back towards the outside of State Farm Arena. The Titantron inside the arena has come on to show the beautiful sky outside. But what is about to come into view is something you usually see over the football field. It’s The Goodyear Blimp!
Usually high in the sky, this blimp is coming towards the State Farm Arena. Out of nowhere, you can see guys in bright green directing the blimp where to land.
This blimp cruises at about 40 miles per hour and can top out at about 80 miles per hour. It can only carry up to 14 people, so thank god Fat Man Rotten is gone. 2957 inches of iconic automotive culture and its 12 ribbed carbon fiber and aluminum skeleton. After a few more minutes of the personnel directing the blimp where to go, it lands in a big open spot in the parking lot that was blocked off by barricades and cones. Talk about pre planning an arrival. Now that the blimp is on the ground, the cameras are flashing, the reporters are taking notes and talking into their mics. All the attention is on the blimp and nothing else. And when the white door swings open……………….
CJJ: My Crush has arrived. Amber Mansley is here and OH MY GOD!!!! Look at the legs on her.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You can see a lot more on her Only Fans im sure!
CJJ:: And how would you even know about this? You're a sick freak.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Shut Up!
After Amber walks out, she is followed by Clyde Newton, the newest member of The Fortunate Ones. And what do you know, J Mont is next to come out of the blimp. Putting his ego aside, letting the Smash World Champion come out last shows the Unity of this team. Standing tall as one of the most dangerous factions in the industry, they see everyone has their eyes on them. Amber looks at Clyde. Clyde looks at J Mont. J Mont looks at Enigma. Then they all look at one another and nod their heads at the same time.
4 middle fingers go up to everyone who is getting the arrival of The Fortunate Ones. After flipping the bird, the group makes their way towards the State Farm Arena. Each one carrying their own duffel bag, while Enigma has the Smash World Title over his shoulder. Looking like they are a group on a mission, J Mont walks up to a camera that was getting close to them.
J Mont: Hey Page, I'm here at Smash tonight as a Network Executive, not a Talent. Checkmate Bitch!
The Fortunate Ones are on their way to the arena and who knows what the rest of this night holds.
CJJ: Page needs to stay home, order some DoorDash and watch reruns of The Golden Girls. He does not want to get mixed up with J Mont and The Fortunate Ones.
PATRICK MATHEWS: If anyone can stop the train that is The Fortunate Ones, it's Chris Page!
The words “recorded earlier in the day” surface before we’re taken into the here and now of present time Monday Night Smash. What on god’s big blue ball could have been recorded earlier you may ask? It’s Smash’s newest wrestler, Jetta Tall-Tide, sitting on a crate backstage.
She’s smiling and kicking her feet anxiously, probably jittery about her debut match against such a tall and strong badass-looking lass like Kasey Welker. That could be part of it, but when the door opens across from her, she bolts off the crate and plows into Devlin Knight, giving him a powerful pirate hug.
JETTA: First Friend!
Devlin guffaws and returns the hug, grinning at the greeting that he isn’t used to giving his past as Fred.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: Jetta! What a surprise. I was about to drop by your room and check in to see how you felt about your debut later tonight.
She smiles and flicks the tip of her pirate hat at him.
JETTA: I knew that but I wanted to beat you to the punch. I’m feeling great about tonight. A little nervous but I’ve braved the seven seas so I’ll give Kasey a fight she won’t soon forget! I figured you’d show up here after what those no-good scurvy dogs did to you on Brawl too, so I wanted to escort you around here you know? Like, kind of a bodyguard or something. I know you told me not to get involved but-
Devlin cuts her off as politely as he can and places a hand on her shoulders, giving them a sturdy hold.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: You’ve already been a good friend despite only knowing each other for a few weeks, but this isn’t your fight. As I told you on that bus ride to Dallas for Brawl, you haven’t had your first match yet, kid. You don’t want to make these types of dangerous enemies right out of the gate. The Fortunate Ones will eat you alive. They’ve put legit legends on the sidelines for months if not longer. Imagine what they would do to a rookie kid like you who’s jumped off a pirate ship into our wrestling ring.
Jetta doesn’t let a word he says get her down. She rockets a smile up at him.
JETTA: But I’m also a wrestling pirate, so that’s way better than just a rookie!
Devlin chuckles and nods, conceding a point to her.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: Fair enough. I’ll give you that. But the Fortunate Ones require people who have been around a while to bring them down. And even with that type of person, those like me, standing against them, it’s gonna take a long time to break them. They’re on top of the world right now. You need to focus on yourself. Establish yourself, and then we’ll see what’s up. Fair?
Jetta grins even wider and offers her hand for a shake. Devlin takes it and she gives him the pirate handshake.
JETTA: You’ve got yourself a deal, First Friend! I’ll prove I can go to battle alongside you soon and it starts with Kasey Welker tonight!
Devlin chuckles as Jetta bobs on the balls of her feet and skips away happy to have even more motivation to beat Kasey Welker in her debut match!
You know what time it is. No one else can afford, let alone have the Pyros, Fireworks, Lasers and Smoke show that The Fortunate Ones can have on a nightly basis. The fans are all on their feet and as much as they all hate The Fortunate Ones, they are always ready to see what they are going to do next. And as the smoke finally clears, there is no one standing at the entrance ramp.
CJJ: Well, I'll be damned!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maybe they don't want to give Chris Page any advantage and being in the ring puts them in a dangerous spot.
CJJ: Excuse me? You have J Mont, Enigma, Amber, Clyde and Shaun Hart. There is no way Chris Page can stop them. Even if he gets Devlin Knight, they are still outnumbered.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Don’t forget the barbed wire baseball bat.
CJJ: The Fortunate Ones are the Curveball that Chris Page and Devlin will never be able to hit.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Let me guess, you take J Mont’s rum, it's very bad?
CJJ: Very Bad!
A few more minutes go by, and the fans are about to sit back down as the chorus of boos are ringing throughout the arena. Then you start to hear the sound of a basketball bouncing up and down. Repeatedly doing this as if they are doing warm up drills. The sound echoes through the sound system, until you hear a voice.
VOICE: You can get Dominique Wilkins, Dikembe Mutombo, Trae Young, Jason Terry and Pete Maravich together to form the greatest team of Atlanta Hawks players ever. But they will have no chance in hell in a 5 on 5 game versus J Mont, Amber Mansley, Enigma, Clyde Newton and Shaun Hart. The Fortunate Ones are UP while the Hawks are DOWN!!!!
After hearing a voice that sounded a lot like J Mont, that word DOWN meant something that a lot of the kids in attendance probably shouldn't have to deal with right now. The parents are about to be in an uproar. Smash could be off the air before we know it. Dropping from the ceiling of State Farm Arena are stuffed animals of dead HAWKS. The graphics and images on these stuffed animals are incredible and scary looking. These are so scary looking, they are something that Jenny Myst would take to bed with her. Thousands of these stuffed animals of dead HAWKS are flying everywhere. Hitting kids in the head, knocking drinks out of people's hands. Even a fat lady who could be Fat Man Rottens swipe right on Tinder, dropped her foot long hot dog when the Hawk hit her hand. She looks around, and picks up the footlong hotdog, which now has dirt all over. She flips the Hot Dog over on the bun and takes a bite. The smile is back on her face.
CJJ: This is great. The home of the Atlanta Hawks and we have dead Hawks dropping like flies.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is a lawsuit waiting to happen. Jonathan Barrows needs to fire J Mont and do it right now.
CJJ: So you want to kill the ratings because you hate the man. Great job Einstein.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We might have no job after this.
Now that the dead Hawks have stopped falling from the ceiling, you see a spotlight hit the entrance ramp and another voice, this time a female's voice singing.
Feel it comin' in the air (Yeah)
Hear the screams from everywhere (Yeah)
I'm addicted to the thrill (I'm ready)
It's a dangerous love affair (What's up? Come on)
Can't be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now (What's up?)
Only thing that's on my mind (What's up?)
Is who's gon' run this town tonight? (Ah, what's up?)
Is who's gon' run this town tonight (Yeah, what's up? Yeah)
We gon' run this town
The voice of Rihanna is heard as she is then followed out by Jay Z.
We are, yeah, I said it: we are
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Get your fatigues on, all black everything
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
And our girls are blackbirds ridin' with they Dillingers
I get more in depth if you boys really real enough
This is la Familia,
I'll explain later
But for now, let me get back to this paper
With Rihanna and Jay Z on stage, that leaves the one and only Kanye West!
It's crazy how you can go from bein' Joe Blow
To everybody on your dick; no homo
I bought my whole family whips; no Volvos
Next time I’m in church: please, no photos
Police escorts, everybody passports
This the life that everybody ask for
This the fast life, we are on a crash course
What you think I rap for, to push a fuckin' Rav 4?
But I know that if I stay stunting
All these girls only gon' want one thing
I can spend my whole life Good Will Hunting
Only good gon' come is this good when I'm cumming
She got a ass that'll swallow up a G-string
And up top, ungh, two bee stings
With the 3 megastars signing the roof off the State Farm Arena, the fans are back on their feet as they kinda forgot about the dead hawks that fell from the ceiling just a little while ago. And you have to know by now you picked up this bill because Jonathan Barrows can't afford to bring these 3 out here to sing. WGWF SMASH is now trending worldwide #1. And from the back, they finally step out. The Fortunate Ones are out and ready to play. Enigma, with that beautiful Smash World Title over his shoulder as Shaun Hart is carrying his barbed wire baseball bat. Amber and Clyde are taunting the fans and letting them know what they think of them. J Mont, this time around takes the lead and waves everyone on. The singing continues, but you can tell The Fortunate Ones mean business tonight. J Mont is walking at a good pace. Ignoring all the signs and people giving him the finger.
CJJ: Ahhh man, the fun J Mont looks to be out the window tonight thanks to Page.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maybe J Mont knows his time is about to come to an end.
CJJ: I am going to see if I can get J Mont to autograph one of these dead Hawks for me. It's going to be a collectors piece later on.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You're a sick freak.
One by One, The Fortunate Ones walk up the steps and enter the ring. Now controlling the ring and the show, the fans are back to their booing ways again. Not even fazed by this, J Mont leans through the ropes and is handed a microphone.
J MONT: Tonight is a big night for The Fortunate Ones. You have one of the biggest World Title contract signings when Enigma will defend his Smash Title that he will never lose against Jonathan “The Least and I leave my masks Everywhere” Cable. What’s funny is that once John signs on the dotted line next to Enigma, he finally becomes famous because of who his name is associated with. You can thank Enigma for making you famous for 1 night only. Once Big E slaps the ugly off you, all that will be left is a man that is going to run home to his mommy like Bobby Boucher in Waterboy.
H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O!
H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O!
H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O! H2O!
J MONT: Then we have the X Division Title Qualifying match with Amber taking on Johnny Stylez. Someone I am very familiar with from the OPW days. Johnny will say anything he can to remain relevant, but his ship has sailed. He is about to learn first hand that Amber is one of the fastest rising stars in all of the WGWF. And when speaking about rising stars, Clyde Newton is going to have some fun tonight when he gets to dissect John Blade like a surgeon and show him what a doctor can really do. I say Clyde wins this match in under a minute. So, that's 2 wins and a contract signed for the Main Event at the next PPV. Seems like The Fortunate Ones are the reason this company is still open.
The Fans once again are opening their mouths.
RIP J Mont!
Devlin is going to kill you!
Flash with another JKO!
Damage will turn Clyde into Fig Newton!
Amber wants Flash!
The fans are really letting The Fortunate Ones have it, but Enigma is getting respect as the fans leave his name out of their mouths. J Mont starts to pace around the ring, but that sinister evil grin only means there is more about to come out of his mouth.
J MONT: Before I hand over the mic to my Familia, I need to get one more thing off my chest. CHRIS PAGE! You old, Bon Jovi wanna be, Cialis pill popping, paunch looking, crushing on Darla Crane, the 51 year old porn star, piece of shit. You have made the biggest mistake of your long career. Costing me ANOTHER chance at the WGWF tag team titles. Seems like you're just jealous of me that I am the talk of wrestling while you are in the rearview mirror. You won the Denzel Porter Invitational, yet no one is talking about it. They are talking about J Mont and The Fortunate Ones taking over WGWF and getting all the press worldwide. Let me remind you Chris, you have always needed me, I never needed you. Let that sink in for a minute. You may think CCPE was the greatest faction of all time, but welcome to the new number 1 faction of all time. I don’t give 2 flying fucks if you get Damage to help you out. He is like the Shawn Bradley of the WGWF. All that hype and nothing to show for it. I don't care if you want to use Fat Man Rotten against me. I used him and got what I wanted. He was just around cause I felt bad he got fired. But make no mistake, he has a JKO coming to him. And then, there is Fred Debonair.
Shaun leans in to remind J Mont that it's Devlin Knight.
J MONT: NO!!!!!!!!!!! I will not accept this. If I have to beat the living shit out of Fred to make him remember who he really is, then so be it. But Fred will have to wait because my sites are not on just Chris, but Candice Page as well. The whole Page family. Candice wants to throw threats about coming to her show again and see what happens. Well, let me get this out there now, so you can plan your next move.
THE FORTUNATE ONES WILL BE AT MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL!!!
J MONT: And Chris, it’s pretty sad when I think your lady is tougher than you. Makes me wonder who wears the thong in that relationship. But I am right here CHRIS! Come hit the Network Executive of the Show. Watch how good that is for you. You're coming as a Talent, that’s funny. I don't think you have the balls to step into the ring with me AGAIN! I triple dog dare you to fight me Chris.
J MONT: Right now, I do not care about the Tag Team Titles. I don't care about Mac Bane. I dont give 2 shits about Goth. Really dont give a fuck about John Cable. This Devlin guy can fall off a cliff. All that matters is showing you who runs things around here. Smash or Brawl, WE cannot be stopped. Jonathan Barrows is a smart man and knows to stay out of our way because we make him money and ratings. Candice Page needs to take notes from Barrows because she is about to fuck up a good thing if she tries anything slick at the next Monday Night Brawl. And Chris, maybe it's time you tell Candice to be a stay at home wife. Make sure the house is clean and a home cooked meal is ready for you. Your slippers are laid out with a pipe. She needs to put an apron on and get out of the General Manager's role. You are putting your own wife in danger with what we have going on right now. This is all on you Chris. You are making all the wrong moves.
Barnes Opening!
Ware Opening!
Moving the Queen Early!
Moving Pawns Guarding the King!
Amar Opening
Grob’s Attack!
Moving the F2 Pawn!
Starting The Game With A4 and H4!
Castling In Certain Situations!
Clemenz Opening!
J MONT: You are playing games with the wrong person Chris. Checkmate is going to be easy to get on you. I am always steps and steps ahead of you. You know first hand, that the mind games I play are ones that can ruin a person mentally for the rest of their lives. I'm not here to be nice or make friends. I am here to make money for my family and protect the few in my inner circle. You are not in that circle anymore. Fred is not anymore. Damage can go suck a dick and stop trying to get clout. Fat Man Rotten can hang out at Arbys and order 567 pounds of roast beef. At the end of the day, you have pissed off the wrong guy and faction. The Fortunate Ones are here to stay, on Smash and Brawl. And this is now PERSONAL Chris. Something that is not going to be good for you……..BITCH!!!!!!!!!!
J Mont throws the mic down in anger because he is ready for war with Chris Page. This rivalry is one that was not completed in that last Hell in a Cell. Clyde leans down and picks up the mic. He puts his arm around J Mont and reminds him that we are a family.
CLYDE NEWTON: Mont chill for a second. You know damn well they will try and piss on our pancakes. Both you and I know we only use the most expensive maple syrup. It's like this if they want to start a food fight we hit them with a mashed potatoes bazooka that would rearrange Candice Pages makeup. We will leave the scraps from the table for these other losers on the roster to nibble away at. Don't worry I didn't forget about the main course that dirty pig we call Chris Page. Want to know why I call him a pig? He's so fucking old his skin is already the same texture as leather. So when J Mont shoves that apple inside your mouth before he cooks don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
The crowd erupts with a massive, mixed reception as we see the owner of WGWF, Chris Page, step out to the top of the ramp, alone. He’s dressed in jeans, combat boots, and a white t-shirt with both hands heavily taped.
CJJ: What a way to kick things off tonight, if you saw Monday Night Brawl you heard Page say he wasn’t coming to Smash as an owner, he’s here as a talent, and tonight he looks like he’s ready for a fight!
PATRICK MATHEWS: For weeks and weeks the Fortunate Ones have made their bed, and now they’re going to lay in it.
Chris has a look that speaks all business as he stands at the top of the ramp looking at all the members of the Fortunate Ones, one by one… until he zones in on J Mont. Chris breaking out into a fit of laughter as he reaches into his back pocket and retrieves a microphone. Page composes himself as he raises the microphone to his lips.
CHRIS PAGE: For weeks you’ve all seen J Mont lead his band of fuck boys and girls on some egotistical parade claiming to run things when the truth is the only thing J Mont runs is his mouth like I have crammed my hand up his ass and used his mouth as my puppet just a few months ago if memory serves. You’d think that he’s learned his lesson when it comes to not hunting what you can’t kill but since Mont ate paint chips as a child it’s clear intelligence isn’t his thing.
The crowd laughs at J Mont as Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: When was the last time you gained a meaningful win here, anyway?
J Mont raises his microphone to cut Chris off.
CHRIS PAGE: SHUT UP! As a matter of fact, cut his damn microphone.
J Mont attempts to comeback at Page but his microphone has been cut off.
CHRIS PAGE: What’s the matter J Mont? The Network not “backing” you right now? That’s interesting, isn’t it? More on that in a minute because I’ve got a few other things that take a higher priority than embarrassing a fool who’s been embarrassed by these hands and I want to take a few minutes to speak to you; Spencer Adams, to you Cholo, to you Show Stealerz, and anyone else that has been approached to take a stand against The Fortunate Ones; and to say that I’m anything but disappointed is a vast understatement. I can count on one hand how many people I’ve liked that I fought beside if it was for the greater good of a bigger cause regardless of shit and here you all are making excuses NOT to get involved, not to take a stand, and Cholo, brother, you’re the biggest disappointment of them all to WILLINGLY stand in the background under the guise of “he hasn’t done anything to me” when YOU are suppose to be the leader, YOU are suppose to be defending the honor of THIS company.
Chris turns his back and walks back through the curtain only to emerge back out with his PORTER GAMES briefcase.
CHRIS PAGE: This looks familiar, right Mont? You had the opportunity to claim it, but lost. Go figure.
Chris places the briefcase down at his feet.
CHRIS PAGE: This case entitles me to a shot at one of four Championships… including ours. So, take it for what it’s worth, if you want to hide in the background maybe I’ll exercise this case so a coward isn’t standing on my frontline.
Chris lowers the briefcase and places it on the mat standing up so that it faces the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: There is one guy that hasn’t disappointed me, who HAS been looking for someone… ANYONE to stand by his side and take the fight to The Fortunate Ones. That man is Devlin Knight!
The crowd lets out a huge pop from the mention of Knight’s name.
CHRIS PAGE: Devlin, I’m here tonight to declare myself fully active and prepared to stand by your side because I’m not a coward, I’m not a fraud, and I’m not fake. I might not be the youngest guy in the room but I don’t need to be a spring chicken to lay down Mont like he owes me money, right J?
The crowd explodes with a thunderous ovation upon Page’s declaration.
CHRIS PAGE: Thankfully for Devlin, he doesn’t need an Adams, he doesn’t need a Cholo, he doesn’t need The Show Stealerz, he doesn’t need The Lone Wolves because he’s got something far superior… He’s got a Chris Page.”
The crowd pops before breaking out into another “CCP! CCP! CCP!” chant from the crowd. Chris allows the chant to continue until it dies down before he continues.
CHRIS PAGE: And if any of you know the first thing about yours truly is I’m not a big fan of talking about it… I’m a huge fan of being about it. So, now that the pleasantries are out of the way let’s get to the meat and potatoes of it all. Seeing as I’ve already cut the head off the snake that is J Mont once, it’s only fitting that I do it again.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: On January 28, 2024, the WGWF Smash Brand is going to present its first Pay-Per-View Event as a stand-alone brand. So tonight, I’m here to issue a challenge of my own.
Page shifts his attention from the fans back toward the ring where J Mont and company stand.
CHRIS PAGE: Mont, January 28th, 2024 isn’t going to be a great night for you because you’re going to answer for all of your bullshit, you’re going to answer for being a second-rate Sonya Benson, you’re going to answer for everything by my hands. Why? Because it’s going to be you and me one more time only this time it’s going to be NO HOLDS BARRED!
The crowd erupts as J Mont is completely beside himself.
CHRIS PAGE: But that’s in January, what about in two weeks? Because I have something that I think is going to be fun for me, and well… maybe not so much fun for three of you because it’s going to be J MONT, CLYDE NEWTON, and AMBER MANSLEY vs DAMAGE, DEVLIN KNIGHT… and CHRIS PAGE!
Another thunderous ovation is heard from the crowd.
CHRIS PAGE: Again, that’s in two weeks… but what about tonight?
Chris looks past J Mont and at Enigma.
CHRIS PAGE: Hey big man, how long are you going to play second fiddle to Mont?
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: Don’t answer that. It’s rare to get all of you in one space… and since well, considering you’re all full of chicken shit we might as well get some yellow on you.
Chris snaps his fingers and yellow paint drops from the rafters and covers all of the Fortunate Ones! Thousand-dollar suits are ruined as laughter echoes throughout the area.
CHRIS PAGE: If you want to DO something about it, you can find me in the parking lot because I didn’t come to run my mouth, that’s a YOU thing… but I have come to get a small piece of your asses! I’ll see you outside!
Page drops the microphone and reaches down picking up his Porter Games briefcase before casually waving at the Fortunate Ones before making his exit leaving the Fortunate Ones soaked in yellow paint like the cowards they are.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Ladies and gentlemen… welcome to SMASH! Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall and features two newcomers making their debut! Making her way to the ring first, hailing from Los Angeles, California… here comes KASEY WELKER!
Kasey comes out to “Greedy” by Tate McRae. She poses on the stage before walking down it and heading towards the ring. She stops to take a few selfies with the crowd but mostly cuts them out and only shows her. She then gets in the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What a way to kick off tonight’s show!
CJJ: I absolutely cannot wait to see her opponent–
The silence is broken up and the crowd lets out a big cheer as the Pirates suite starts playing and before long the young wrestling-pirate makes her way onto the stage with a huge smile plastered across her face, making sure to take in the moment and give all the landlubbers in the crowd a big smile and wave as she continues to be cheered, especially by a loyal contingent of young fans who look up to her larger than life character.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And her opponent, from The Seven Seas, here is JETTA TALL-TIDE!!
Making her way down the ramp, Jetta is sure to slap hands with all her fans and pose with whoever wants a selfie, her smile and positivity never wavering one second as she hops onto the apron and lets her pirate coat flutter in the wind as she looks out over the vast ocean of fans that have come to watch her wrestle.
Taking off her tricorne, she moves between the ropes and spins on her heels to raise her hat in the sky before finishing it off with a regal bow towards the fans, the referee, and finally her opponent who she pleasantly wishes safe travels and a sporting exhibition. Finally, she'd take her coat off and prepare herself for the fight ahead.
The bell rings and Jetta wastes no time, charging in at Kasey and nailing her with a chop block to the knee. The attempt to seize momentum is halted, however, when Kasey staggers but doesn't go down, Jetta whirls, feints a quick punch that Kasey falls for and then obliterates her with a spinning backfist, earning a huge pop from the crowd! Jetta drops for a cover.
1!!
2!!
NO!
Back up on the reset, Kasey finally moves towards her opponent with confidence only to catch a buzzsaw kick to the head that sends her staggering back! Cartwheel DDT and then Jetta follows up with a rolling thunder and then rolls Kasey over to hook the leg. Kasey reverses it, rolling over into a small package!
1!!
REVERSAL!
1!!
2!!
KICKOUT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This match has all the makings of a classic: two hot, young prospects looking to make a name for themselves on the WGWF landscape—
CJJ: ...and it doesn't hurt that they're both knockouts, either!
Jetta grabs Kasey by the back of the head and helps her to her feet, sending her packing into the ropes with a standard Irish whip. Welker comes off, and dodges, slipping behind Jetta for a grapple only to eat an elbow for lunch! The Shiver Me Timbers (springboard spinning forearm) connects for Jetta and Kasey Welker is out on her feet, dazed as she stumbles back into the corner only to get lit up by some chops. Jetta backpedals and nails a hard corner splash into a running bulldog!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I had some high hopes for Kasey Welker here but these past few minutes have been all about Jetta Tall-Tide!
CJJ: Enigma better watch out. Someone’s gunning for his “Best Newcomer” title already.
Kasey stumbles to her feet and charges at Jetta again, clearly favoring her back as she can barely straighten up. The two lock up in the middle of the ring, and Kasey immediately powers Jetta down to the mat, forcing her to her knees with a boot to the midsection that breaks the hold. Jetta gets to her feet, slinging Kasey into the ropes again. This time she takes Kasey down with a hard springboard body block. Following up with a snap DDT when Kasey gets to her knees, Jetta seems to be gaining the momentum back.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stunning innovation from Jetta Tall-Tide!
Jetta nails a rolling elbow and goes for another pinfall attempt, only to be rolled up into a small package by Kasey Welker!
1!!
2!!
CJJ: FOOT ON THE ROPE!
Jetta slithers out of the hold as the official holds up two fingers. In an instant, they’re back on their feet and yet again Jetta looks to keep the momentum in her favor as she slings Kasey into the ropes with another Irish whip. When Kasey comes back, she catches her with a springboard knee to the midsection. Kasey starts to crumble, but Jetta pulls her back up, interlocking her fingers with Kasey’s before springing to the top rope and launching to blast a spinning heel kick right into Kasey’s face! She scrambles back to the top rope, running across from the corner to launch herself with an absolutely insane elbow drop to the back of Kasey’s head!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hoist The Colors!
CJJ: The crowd can't believe it and neither can I!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We might have a winner right here!
Jetta rolls Welker over and she seems lifeless. Dropping a knee into her ribs, Jetta tests that theory and when Kasey barely stirs, she hooks both legs for a DEEP cover!
1!!
2!!
3!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JETTA TALL-TIDE
Match Time: 7:02
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What an impressive victory for Jetta Tall-Tide here tonight in Atlanta. She’s set the bar for tonight’s action.
Monday Night Smash returned from commercial to find Ragnarök entering the arena. He seemed to be smiling and in a rare, good mood. He made his way to the office of Jonathan Barrows, the General Manager of Smash. Standing in front of the door he cracked his neck and proceeded to knock.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Come in.
Ragnarök walked into the office to the surprise of the Smash general manager.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Ragnarök? Not the man I was expecting to see tonight, considering you were told to stay home and rest up until medically cleared.
Ragnarök smirked and sat down in front of the desk and looked his general manager in the eyes.
RAGNAROK: I'm sorry to disappoint you with my appearance this evening. I do confirm the conversation we had about me resting until I was told otherwise. So, it seems to be you haven't heard yet which makes this much sweeter than I imagined.
JONATHAN BARROWS: What are you talking about?
He reached into his back pocket tossing a piece of paper on the desk.
RAGNAROK: Mr. Barrows that paper on the desk is no longer my doctor's note to say I can't perform. Instead, it is the official document needed to tell you and the entire Smash roster and fans that as of tomorrow morning. I've been cleared for action. Just to cover my ass and make sure it wasn't a fluke I had five doctors sign it after checking me out.
Jonathan Barrows took the paper looking it over.
JONATHAN BARROWS: I'll be damned. This is great news. I just wasn't expecting it so quickly.
RAGNAROK: My job is to compete. I was drafted by you personally and that means a lot to me. I didn't want you thinking that you made a mistake. I will leave you with this. Now that I'm back on the roster and cleared to perform I want you to give me an opponent that will end the year with a bang. Win, lose or draw good sir Ragnarök is back better than ever ready to take on the world and begin a journey that everyone will enjoy. So, make one final executive decision before 2024 is here and give Ragnarök a great debut match.
He stood and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Our next match is scheduled for one fall…
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: Now making his way to the ring, 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 the favorite entering the Triple Threat match last Smash, but things just didn’t go his way. Tonight could definitely be a way to turn things around.
CJJ: The guy’s been struggling. He needs to get himself a boost. He’s one of my favorite three-lettered wrestlers, after all.
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!
"Man in a Box" by Alice and Chains begins to play. The arena begins to boo loudly as Seth Stevens appears at the top of the ramp. Seth pauses for a moment cracking a grin at the boos from the crowd before walking towards the ring not paying them any attention. Seth enters the ring by rolling under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet, looking over at his opponent.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I dunno about you Ceej, but I for one am very much looking forward to this next match!
CJJ: Yeah, it should be a pretty good one. Both of these dudes got the goods. The talent is unquestionably there but who can put all the pieces together and get in there and grind out the W..Now that Mr. Mathews is the real question!
PATRICK MATHEWS: FPV ,a man of the people, is a competitor any wrestling promotion worth its salt would be more than proud to have him counted among their number, just as we are here on SMASH!! I mean people like this guy so much his home town awarded him THE MAN OF THE YEAR award!
CJJ: But I mean perhaps we don’t be professional and stop looking at this from the athletic contest parameters and talk about the elephant in the room. Both of these men are going to have their work cut out for them as the smut peddler formerly known as LA Johnny Stylez has found a way into the minds of these men and is currently posted up RENT FREE!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yes, Seth Stevens is very focused on securing his first pinfall or submission victory here tonight but we we all heard earlier in the week in the back of his mind is settling his account with the clown, while FPV hasn’t faced Jester or Johnny or whoever the hell he is now, but judging by what we saw earlier in the evening would love nothing else than a match against that asshole! But he isn’t in the match, so I don’t believe his presence is of any real consequence!
CJJ: That sure is some cross language for a play-by-play guy! Fortunately I am as always at the ready to bail you out. But tonight this isn’t about some looney tune with a fouler mouth than Mathews over there. He will most likely still be around at the conclusion of this match. These men need to put all else out of their mind and focus on the task at hand and that is putting one in the W column!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well now that we properly set the stage for this one, let’s go head down to the ring where the MAGIC HAPPENS!!
CJJ: Reason #845 why I LOVE ME SOME MONDAY NIGHT SMASH!!!
After both wrestlers made their entrances, there is a brief moment of silence in the ring while the ref checks both competitors for illegal contraband or weapons more specifically…But before the ref can finish checking FPV suddenly the silence is pierced by some woman having a very serious RAGING ORGASM…Only for a few moments before it’s drowned out by the melody of THe KING’s HAREM REMIX version of MORE HUMAN THAN HUMAN BY WHITE ZOMBIE blares over the pa system. THe entire arena goes dark and white strobe lights begin going off all over the entrance ramp, until after a brief moment later a VERY
!!!!F’N SeRyOu$ MAN!!!!
…Emerges From THe Shadows with a Hood Covering His Face…
As he makes his way to the entrance ramp he bends over and then shoots back up removing the hood from his face revealing the unmistakable mug of the man you have all come to know affectionately as Je$TyR SeRyOuS! His painted on black smile glows in the strobe lights as the lights come back on and Je$TyR remains on the top of the entryway pacing back and forth a mic in one hand and his death machine in the form of a KROKAE MALLET slung over his shoulder he looks out at the crowd taken back at their lack of love for him…He holds up his fingerless glove hand and snaps his fingers and suddenly the music stops as Je$TyR SeRyOuS seems in a rush to convince this live audience of something…
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: GUYS…GUYS COOL OUT, IT’s OK! Wait hold up…Did yall think?...HA NO! NOT EVEN IF THEY PAID ME!!! SO yeah now that we straightened that out you can all breathe a sigh of relief! I mean for real…
!!!!YaLL SHoULD Be TiCKLeD 2 TeaRZ I’M NoT ONe oF THe FoRTuNaTe ONEZ!!!!
…I SURE AS SHIT KNOW I AM!!!
No I don’t even really mean to pirate your air time like this, but I have business with both of these two tallywhackerz and well I’m not gunna PHUCKIN WAIT, what kind of a SCHMUCK do you take me for?…Don’t answer that…BUT SPEAKING OF
!!!!!F’N SCHMUCKS!!!!
SETH STEVENS?...IS THAT YOU?...MAN I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!!
…Or perhaps the better choice of words would have perhaps been hoping, but we don’t have time to sort such nonsense, because I heard you earlier this week talking out of your ass like the simple minded MOUTH BREATHER I had you PEGGED AS FROM FUGGIN JUMP STREEET! Because well first of all I have some bad news pal…I left my got damn crayons in the back so I won’t be able to give you the visual aid you in all probability need in order for you to
!!!!!GeT THe F’N PiKTuRE!!!!
…AND FoRTuNaTeLY YOUR BOY’Z GOT YOUR BACK!!!
Meaning I am going to go ahead and do my best to paint it up for you right here right now PODNUH! If you can give me two good answers to the following question…THEN AND ONLY THEN will I even consider considering getting back in the ring and putting you out of your and OUR MISERY PERMANENTLY! So now you’ve been warned, or more PROMISED really…Now
?RiDDLe Me THi$ MoRoN?
AGAIN, ReMiND ME WHY I SHOULD Wa$Te ANoTHeR SeCoND LeT ALoNe THe ACTuaL MAN PoWeR IT WILL TaKe TO BITCH SMACK YOU ALL OVER AGAIN???
Go ahead, I’ll WAIT!!!
I mean please if you are thinking of using the ole “RuBBeR MaTCH” routine…I gotta say Seth that shit is so
!!!!F’N FuNNy!!!!
I LiTeRaLLy DoNT KNoW WHeTHeR To LAUGH OR CRY!!!!
Are you really runnin around this bitch acting like you beat ME?...Someone sit this BOY down get him a YOUTUBE clip of the first time he and I met face to face. Yes the record books do indicate Seth Stevenz defeated LA Johnny Stylez by COUNTOUT…OK first of all…CONGRATS ON YOUR HUGE WIN SIR…HAHAHAHAAHA is what people would have probably said had you not blindly walked into a TRAP I lured you into and well let me put this as plainly as I can for you bruddah because I really don’t wanna explain this to you AGAIN, the fact that I even have to now says everything YOU need to know ABOUT YOU!!! Because your little victory you been claiming like your first merit badge from GIrl Scouts, is a TECHNICALITY AT
!!!!!B.E.S.T.!!!!!
SuFFiCe TO SaY THe COUNT OUT WaS A RiSK THaT I CaLCuLaTeD LONG BeFoRe I BUSTED YOU IN YOUR SHIT AND LEFT YOU LAYIN!!!
Now…that everyone is all caught up…WHO did you beat? Sure hold up that glass shield to protect you from the truth, which would have been a great idea if it weren’t for the teeny little fact that literally EVERYONE CAN SEE STRAIGHT THROUGH IT…Everyone BUT YOU! Officially the record books have us at one and one, but if that is the hill you wanna die on FINE BY ME, but I’m gunna need
~!!$!!~ C.O.M.P.E.N.S.A.T.I.O.N. ~!!$!!~
PReFaBLy oF THE GENEROUS VARIETY!!!!
Obviously for the time I’ll never get back that I will have to waste proving to you what I have twice already! And well even the Joker said if you are good at something NEVER DO IT FOR FREE…SO I have decided as far as you are concerned I won’t…DO IT FOR FREE…
!!!!!PLea$e…BE SeRyoU$!!!!
…K??? NOW THAT IS SoRTeD! HEY THERE HERO, HEARD FROM A FEW BIRDIEZ YOU WAS LooKIN FOR ME!!!!
I hate to use my obvious military clearance for this, but I would be remiss if I didn’t point out that you were having trouble locating someone who looks like…ME! I’m not exactly wearing
!!!!F’N CAMO!!!!
…BUT GeTTiNG BaCK TO THe POINT….HERE I AM!!!
And now that we have located each other as everyone else is acutely aware you and I have business that needs NeGoTIaTiNG so to speak…Now I did hear you say that you wanted to try and speak to Johnny in the hopes of maybe coming to some sort of civil way to go about all this…And while I assure you Mr. Stylez is very much aware of your request however at this time I am here to regretfully inform you that Mr. Stylez has decided to step away from things here, and while that is very regrettable as far as you people’s entertainment is concerned, still this dark tunnel like all others has light at the end of it, as I am also very pleased to announce that Mr. Stylez has empowered me to act on his behalf for the foreseeable future…So yeah that’s what I wanted to let you know…Ohh and I almost forgot as far as working this out civilly, the only way that happens is when you announce that you are declining the NEW ORLEANS MAN OF THE YEAR AWARD! If that is not your intention then I’ll see you in the parking lot. Now look I’m all for squaring debts and assure you I feel the same as you do when I say I am also eager to get these..NEGOTIATIONS UNDERWAY! However seeing as we both have other matters that require our attention, I am on my honor as a gentleman proposing we table our business until both of our other affairs are settled! After I dance with AMBER “JMONT SAYS HE LIKES ME CAUSE I’M” MANSLEY, and after you two get to the bottom of which of you sucks worse, I’ll be more than happy to meet you outside where we can discuss this and give the matter its proper attention. So do we have an accord Mr. Hero?
FPV is in the ring rolling his eyes shaking his head yes. THe look in FPV’s eyes is apparent as he smiles and looks down shaking his head as he continues to run through his pre match stretch routine, trying to shrug him off but as the fans finally stop booing Je$TyR once again continues to speak…
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: Ohhh and just to make sure everyone understands the gravity of the situation if SMASH goes off the air and I don’t see you in that parking lot, then I’ll see your DISAPPEARING ACT and I’LL RAISE YOU!!! If you think that disappearing act was good, wait till you see the one I do in your PHUCKIN RENTAL HoMBRe!!!
JesTyR reaches into his jacket pocket and removes a set of car keys…The large screen above the entry way then cuts backstage in the parking lot as the frame quickly cuts back to Je$TyR pressing the lock button on the very nice and probably insanely expensive BMW luxury suv. The lights flash and the horn honks indicating that the car is locked and safe…K well maybe not that last one…JesTyR then twirls the keys around his index finger as he drops the mic and begins to laugh.
THe camera then cuts back to the ring where we see Stevens and FPV arguing and running their mouths back at Stylez. We see FPV seems to be silently searching for serenity and is slowly coming to grips with the unfortunate reality there wasn’t much to be had if any at all…But the ref calls for the bell and this one is now officially underway!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I mean some people just talk so they can hear themselves, although now that I have a moment to ponder on it I think it is beyond safe to speculate if Johnny JeSTyR or whatever we are supposed to call him now, even hears himself at all? The disrespectful, condescending crap that spews from that man’s mouth is almost inhuman!
CJJ: SHeeSH…Don’t tell him that!...Well nevermind I guess, cause you kinda just did! But don’t worry you’re good bro he doesn’t really seem like the type that would back hand an announcer under the right or wrong circumstances…So see NO WORRIES! The only person around here who gets to be condescending is me, because I’m hilarious when I do it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Um, no not really…Honestly even if that were true you are the type of goof balls other goof balls don’t want to be associated with. Whoever your Mom had to bang to get you this job must have been really important!
CJJ: AS far as I know I can neither confirm or deny that, but the bell just rang and it is finally time to get a look at two seasoned vets both looking to get their fresh starts off to the right foot, but in all honesty both need a win about as much as THEY REALLY DON’T NEED A LOSS!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But that is what makes it great ladies and gentlemen WELCOME TO MONDAY NIGHT SMASH!!!
FPV and Seth Stevens respectfully agree to start the match like gentlemen both agreeing they were ready from opposite corners until the ref got in the middle of them and beckoned them both forward. He lowered his hands and then swiftly pulled them up and let each competitor know the game was officially NOW ON!
The crowd lets out a decent pop as the fans in the front row get a strong respectable
F-P-V
F-P-V
F-P-V
Chant that continues to grow louder and louder and as it does the more it noticeably annoys Seth Stevenz, FPV notices this and makes a lunge for one of Stevens’ knees, but Seth is able to switch and pull backward as FPV’s lunge completely whiffs that allows Seth Stevens the narrow window of time he needed the quickly make FPV pay for the overstep as he swiftly and sternly delivers a standing enziguri kick that echoes throughout the arena the moment Seth’s boot impacts the back of FPV’s head. FPV falls forward and Seth Stevens pounces on him trying to pepper FPV with stiff forearm shots, but FPV is able to get his hands up and absorb most of the damage, until the ref forces the two to separate and get back to a vertical base.
PATRICK MATHEWS: In circumstances such as these two gents find themselves in, all it takes for this whole situation to go South is an overstep and then the fastest three seconds you’ve seen all week!
CJJ: ..Well said! Even if you totally ripped it from me..But I’m not judging you do you bro!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You do know there is a match going on right?
CJJ: Yeah how do you not see…
Seth Stevens and FPV lock up in the center of the ring, only to have the MR. NICEGUY FPV quickly arm drag the veteran Stevens down to the canvas!
Stevens back on his feet charges for FPV again, who simply leap frogs Seth Stevens waits for Stevens to come back from the far side and right at the perfect moment FPV almost kicks Seth’s head clean off his shoulders with a BEAUTIFUL TROUBLE IN PARADISE SPINNING KICK!!! THe crowd lets out a huge pop as FPV got every friggin INCH OF THAT ONE!!! Stevens hits the mat hard as FPV hits the ropes, comes back and quickly leaps into the air dropping his thigh across Seth Stevens throat with a quick leg drop. FPV then scrambles to his feet and has one of Seth Stevens arms, which FPV then violently yanks Seth Stevens back onto his feet and before Seth’s eyes can even adjust to the sudden change in gravity FPV yanks Seth forward and drills him with a tornado discuss roaring elbow that catches Seth Stevens right on the chin causing his knees to buckle and send him crashing to the canvas, but before Stevens succumbed to that fate FPV quickly wraps both of his hands around Seth Steven’s waist plants his legs and uses all his upper body strength to powering Seth Stevens over into an utterly FLAWLESS NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX FPV bridges into a pin to the delightful roar of the crowd as they count along with the ref as his hands smack the canvas…
1…
2…
THR NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Stevens gets the shoulder up. FPV sits up trying to get his bearings, and by the time he looks over and sees Seth Steven’s knee flying into his face it was already a moment passed too late and FPV goes down and goes down hard. Seth Stevens then quickly shoots to his feet backs up into the ropes for a little more momentum as he darts towards FPV the moment he is able to sit up and Seth Stevens damn near DECAPITATES FPV with a SYCK KICK!!! The crowd lets out a collective gasp as Seth Stevens dug down deep and swung this back in his favor out of no where…
CJJ: SWEET BABY JESUS DID SETH STEVENS JUST CLEAN FPV’S FRIGGIN CLOCK WITH THAT ONE!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: If Stevens is smart he will now press his advantage as quickly and painfully as he can. Running the risk of giving a competitor like FPV something like MOMENTUM is incredibly dangerous!!!
CJJ: Yeah…I’d say that knee he just dropped on FPV’s forehead was one clever way to press an advantage…I’m sure he has the follow up thought through as well…But no please give us your insight!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Big talk coming from a guy who picked someone on BRAWL to win a match because he liked their trunks better!
CJJ: IT WASN’T JUST THEIR WRESTLING TRUNKS…It was their boots too! But all that aside I happen to be a marvelous judge of character and a seasoned pro of situational awareness! And right now the situation seems to be Seth Stevens is OK grinding out his W the old fashioned way as he has FPV firmly locked in a half crab.
FPV is squinting in pain as the ref checks to see if he has had enough and as he shouts NO as loud as he can the fans once again come alive as Seth Stevens once again allows it to get to him as he then yanks and sits down harder putting more pressure on FPV’s leg causing pain to shoot through seemingly his entire body, FPV jerks so violently he is actually able to kick free of Seth Stevens grasp and crawl over close enough to the ropes and just as FPV;s fingers wrap around the second rope to pull himself up, Seth Stevens appears out of nowhere grabs FPV’s leg by the ankles lifts it high into the air and then with all the power and force he could muster slams FPV’s knee crashing into the canvas as FPV quickly rolls over tucking his legs clutching at his knee. Seth Stevens stomps FPV right in the gut as Seth Stevens grabs the leg that has the hurt knee and Seth Stevens leaves his feet driving the point of his elbow right into FPV’s knee the moment it hits the ground sends another pain shooting through FPV’s knee. Stevens does not release his hold on FPV’s knee as he continues to drive the point of his elbow right into the side of his knee cap.
PATRICK MATHEWS: And Seth Stevens has taken control over this one, and if I’m not mistaken it is this particular phase of these contests that he excels at…Looks like FPV has his work cut out for him if he wants to get out of this one!
CJJ: What???...Didn’t you know FPV is a HERO BRO! And heroes always make the come back! Trust the process pumpkin!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Seth Stevens does infamously know his way around the squared circle. He knows how and more importantly when to hit you!
CJJ: I mean, just be mindful that FPV is also one of the most resilient wrestlers on our roster despite what the records may or may not indicate!
Seth Stevens wraps his arms around FPV’s waist and pulls him them both up to their feet. Once at a standing position Seth Stevens tightens his grip around FPV’s waist plants his legs and then throws backwards planting FPV right on his neck with a snap German suplex…Stevens doesn’t let go he simply shifts his weight making it easier for him to get back on his feet and in turn pull FPV back up right along with him. Stevens goes to suplex FPV again only FPV has his legs firmly planted and his grip trying to loosen Seth’s, before Seth can really react FPV instinctively throws a back elbow that catches Seth Stevens right in the nose breaking his grip around FPV’s waist. FPV takes two steps forward motions towards the crowd and then leaves his feet flipping in the air DRILLING SETH STEVENS right in the dome with a GORGEOUS PELE KICK that sends Seth Stevens face down onto the canvas and FPV landing on his knees, he looks up and offers a smile the audience gladly acknowledges.
FPV shoots into the corner begging Seth Stevens to finish climbing to his feet. Stevens slowly is able to pull himself up to his knees and the moment he turns around he sees FPV running toward him at full speed until he leaps into the air viciously driving both knees right into Seth Stevens face that causes the crowd to let out a collective
OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH
Seth Stevens hits the canvas his eyes rolled into the back of his head FPV quickly shoots up and he has to leap to be able to cover Seth Stevens but he wasn't able to hook the leg
1…
2…
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
STEVENS JUST GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!!! THe fans let out a collective gasp as that was a friggin clooooseeee one. FPV looks up at the ref holding up three fingers as he like a great number of people are of the belief FPV had him. The ref assures FPV Seth got the shoulder up in time, Frankie shrugs his shoulders and gets back up on his feet. He leans in to pull Seth off the ground, but Seth Stevens comes alive quickly wrapping FPV in a tight small package
1…
2…
3
NOOOOOOOOOOO FRANKIE KICKS OUT!!
Both men break from the quick pin attempt and are in a race to get back to their feet, but Stevens is just a hair quicker as he sends FPV crashing back down onto the canvas with a a hard clothesline. Seth Stevens doesn’t waste a moment as he pulls FPV up to his feet by his hair. Stevens thrusts FPV’s head into his armpit and then drags him to the center of the ring where he hooks his arm over his shoulder grabs FPV by the top of his tights and lifts him into the air and just as quickly sits in the air slamming FPV down onto the canvas directly on his dome with a BRAIN BUSTER!! Seth Stevens then quickly floats over hooking FPV’s leg as the ref begins his count
1…
2…
3 NO NO NO NOOOOOOO!!!!!!
The crowd lets out a roar when FPV is able to get the shoulder up just in the knick!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well as much as the words literally hurt coming out of my mouth but you were absolutely right about FPV being one tough mother, brother!
CJJ: UH what in the heck is a mother brother? Don’t they make those in ALABAMA?
PATRICK MATHEWS: STOP! And I was saying…Ya know what nevermind! Getting back on track, Stevens is still looking for a way to finish this one and FPV aint making it easy on him!
CJJ: The amount of fight in both of these two BROS I won’t be surprised if we are here all night!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But the match has a time limit!
CJJ: Um Patrick, will you please not tell me my business in front of company, YOU LOST YOUR MIND?...And besides it appears Seth Stevens may have a design on how to put this one away! A move he has ended quite a number of matches just like this one!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah but aren’t you the one who pointed out not to count Frank Patrick Venable out?
CJJ: Seriously man what did we just talk about?...I can’t work with this guy!
Seth Stevens pulls FPV up to his feet, scooping him up and then slamming him down onto the canvas with a quick scoop slam, and then motions to the crowd he is heading to his office on the top floor! Seth Stevens jumps up onto the top rope RVD style, stands up and points to the sky leaping off looking for his TEN STAR FROG SPLASH. Stevens launches into the air but before he can even go full froggy FPV rolled back up onto his feet and jumped in the air catching Seth Stevens by the head in the air and FPV then drives Seth Stevens face into the canvas with an unbelievable X-FACTOR. FPV jumps on top of Seth Stevens sitting on his chest he grabs both of his legs and counts along with the fans as the ref drops down to make the count
1…
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….NO SETH STEVENS HAS HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!
The ref is informing FPV that the match is still going on. FPV seems confused and frustrated as he shoulders passed the ref somewhat aggressively and grabs Seth Stevens by his neck pulling him up onto his feet almost directly in for his FRANKIE SLAM (angle slam) , but just as FPV lifts Stevens into the air, Stevens is able to surprise FPV with a closed fist slammed into his face, Stevens already in the air is able to grab FPV by the back of his head and this time drive his face into the canvas with a BULLDOG! The crowd pops at the shocking move as Seth Stevens quickly jumps on top of FPV
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NOOOOOO!!!! FPV HAS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!!
Seth Stevens is beside himself with frustration as he yells at the ref while the fans are trying to help will FPV back to his feet. FPV is stumbling trying to get to his feet and Seth Stevens takes a full step before slamming his fist into FPV’s cheek. The blow knocks FPV down, but he pushes himself back up and lands a WILD punch of his own. The two go back and forth with the ref begging and pleading for them to stop…Back and forth back and forth FPV with a wild one that Stevens ducks, as FPV wildly whiffs spinning around making the mistake of showing his back to a man like Seth Stevens. Stevens quickly takes advantage once again wrapping his arms around FPV’s waist. Seth Stevens plants his legs and goes to suplex FPV again but FPV is able to miraculously land on his feet, Stevens lunges towards FPV, but FPV is able to stall his advance with a stiff kick right to the calf. Stevens stops as the kick stung, and that was all the time FPV needed to slide in hook Seth Stevens arms and lift him into the air and driving him down onto his shoulders with the his angle slam finisher he calls the…
PATRICK MATHEWS: FRANKIE SLAM!!! FRANKIE SLAM RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, I THINK HE JUST MIGHT DO IT!!!
CJJ: Ya know as much as I hate to say it…
PATRICK MATHEWS: SO DON’T JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO THESE FANS COUNT
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: FPV
Match Time: 8:57
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PATRICK MATHEWS: That ladies and gentlemen was one hell of a contest. Back and forth back and forth, we all knew it was only a matter of time before FPV was able to get the proper pieces in place and it had to feel good to pick up this win over a very credible opponent in Seth Stevens.
CJJ: Give Seth Stevens all the credit in the world. This one literally could have gone either way. But it was great to watch two men who excel in the ring making the most out of their opponent’s mistakes and tonight the ball bounced FPV’s way…CALLED IT…I’M JUST SAYIN!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah Stevens knows how to pick himself back up. The man is a fighter and is a force in his own right! This match happens again and I don’t think anyone would be surprised if it was Stevens getting his hand raised. But tonight it is FPV getting it done…Well done gentlemen, well done!
FPV gets his hand raised by the ref. He takes a moment to enjoy the rush that only comes from victory inside of the squared circle. FPV for a moment forgets his rage, forgets the brand new bumps and bruises he will have Seth Stevens to thank for tomorrow...err later on tonight...And he enjoys another hard fought and well earned victory. He smiles proudly as he drops down and climbs out of the ring. The moment his feet touch the floor he turns to head for the entryway but instead the young woman sitting with the time keeper charged with holding any personal belongings the rasslers bring down to the ring with them calls out to Frank.
Ring GIrl: MR. UM PATRICK VENABLE?...Don't forget your ninja weapon thingy...And be careful I've poked myself a million times since it's been sitting here.
Frank smiles at the girl as his hands wrap firmly around the grip, and then it was like all the elation, pride, and joy he just felt was sucked out of the room as he remembers why he brought this with him to the arena to begin with. He then simply looks at the girl, offers the faintest of smiles as he says:
FPV: Yeah that's kind of the idea, I do appreciate you holding it for me, you have a good night love!
Frank then turns and heads back up the entrance ramp, the look on his face told us all we needed to know...FPV knew his night was far from over, and nothing left to do but ride into it, and that is exactly what he did. But this wasn't the Frankie all the fans stood and cheered for these past few weeks. Something about FPV was different this evening, and as he walked up the entrance ramp he couldn't hear the plea from the fans to stop and sign something or take a selfie or just offer to them what amounts to the HIGHEST OF 5's. Not tonight, Frank Patrick Venable had business that needed closing, and even though it felt like a trap...He wasn't afraid he knew what he needed to do and more importantly how to do it...
So obviously people this is
TO BE CoNTiNueD!!!!
The camera cuts to the backstage area where it is buzzing with energy as DENISE ESSEX prepares to interview Damage. The atmosphere is charged, and the anticipation for the upcoming match is palpable. The camera zooms in on Denise as she stands ready with a microphone in hand.
Denise Essex: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here backstage at State Farm Arena in Atlanta, Georgia, and I'm about to have an exclusive interview with one of the most unpredictable, Untamable forces in the ring. I'm here with the man who walks on the edge of chaos, the Untamed Demon himself, Damage! Tonight, he's set to face Gideon King in a high-stakes X-Division Title Qualifying match. Damage, what can we expect from you tonight?
The crowd erupts with lots of cheers as the camera cuts to Damage stepping into the frame, clad in his Wrestling attire and a fierce demeanor on his face.
Damage: Ms. Denise, tonight is a night that Mr. Gideon King won't forget. He's been dreaming big, but little does he know that dreams can turn into nightmares faster than he can blink. I've been the architect of pain in this ring, and tonight, Mr. Gideon becomes just another victim of my wrath.
The camera captures the intensity in Damage's eyes as he continues to speak.
Damage: Tonight is not just about victory for me; it's about destruction. Mr. Gideon King, your dreams of X-Division gold are about to be shattered. You're stepping into my world, a realm where pain is the currency, and I am the collector. Mr.Gideon, I hope you've said your prayers because tonight, the Untamed Demon is going to unleash hell upon you. Be careful what you wish for, my friend, for nightmares are about to become your reality– all at my hands.
The crowd in the arena roars in response, split between cheers and jeers for the enigmatic Damage.Denise shifts her focus, pressing Damage on the potential consequences for others in the wrestling world.
Denise Essex: Damage, you've also hinted at consequences for The Fortunate ones. Can you shed some light on that?
Damage: The Fortunate ones better be careful because tonight, they are about to learn the harsh truth – that fortune can be fleeting. One of them is destined to become the Unfortunate one, and it's not a matter of if, but when. The chaos I bring doesn't discriminate, and tonight, someone in that group will pay the price. There's a storm coming, and I am the chaos it brings.
The camera captures the intensity of Damage's words as he delivers a chilling Promo.Denise glances nervously at the camera, unsure of what to make of Damage's ominous proclamation. The tension in the air is palpable.
Denise Essex: Can you elaborate on who might face the consequences? Any names you'd like to drop?
Damage smirks before responding, his tone dripping with menace.
Damage: No names, Ms.Denise. The Fortunate Ones will recognize their own when they see it. And tonight, they'll see the darkness closing in.
The camera captures Denise's intrigued yet cautious expression as she wraps up the interview.
Denise Essex: Strong words from Damage, The Untamed Demon. We'll see how the night unfolds here at State Farm Arena. Back to you, ringside!
The commentators react to the chilling interview as the camera cuts back to the arena.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Did you feel the intensity in Damage's words? This is a different side of him, and I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about what might happen tonight!
CJJ: Absolutely, this is the Untamed Demon we've heard about – unpredictable, ominous, and ready to unleash chaos. Gideon King might be in for more than he bargained for!
The crowd in the arena reacts with a pop, expecting something against The Fortunate ones from Damage's ominous warnings. The scene ends with the camera cutting back to the ring, leaving the audience eagerly anticipating the upcoming match and the potential repercussions for the so-called fortunate ones.
The cameras cut to the tron at the entrance ramp. WGWF Television Champion and Brawl Brand superstar Jenny Myst appears.
JENNY MYST: "I just wanted to come onto the B show to wish everyone's favorite second place finisher the best of luck. That's right! Amber Manly has an X-Division Qualifier tonight....and we all know how wellllllll she works under pressure.
Hehehe..
So because you're a second rate loser who just hassssssssss to stick your nose in Brawl because you want so desperately something to give even a fraction of a fuck about you, I figured maybe you need a pep talk. You seem to want to leech onto the teet of J Mont because he's had a modicum of success here and thinks you’re easy, so, here I am to tell you just how easy you are!”
*clears throat*
JENNY MYST: "Ladies and gentlemen of SMASH, since you all spend your hard earned money to come and watch the WGWF's resident sideshow, let me tell you a little something about Amber Mansley. She's had her fair share of matches, her moments in the spotlight, but when the stakes get high, when the lights burn brightest, Amber, oh Amber, where do you disappear to? The big leagues demand big performances, and Amber, it seems like you've been missing the memo.”
(Boos start to echo through the arena as the tension builds)
JENNY MYST: “I know, I know, she sucks.”
*clears throat again*
JENNY MYST: “Now, I know the powers that be have decided to throw her a bone – an X-Division Title shot. But let's be real here, folks. Is it because she's been tearing down the competition, leaving a trail of bodies in her wake? No. It's not about dominance; it's about sympathy. The administration looks at Amber Mansley and thinks, "Poor thing, let's give her a shot."
(The crowd starts to murmur, some in agreement, others in disbelief.)
JENNY MYST: “But here's the thing, Amber – sympathy doesn't win championships. It doesn't make you a legend. It doesn't make you a force to be reckoned with. So, enjoy your title opportunity, Amber, because it might just be the last time you get to dance with the big boys and girls. Once you inevitably fail again J Mont will cut the fat and you'll be wandering aimlessly, again.”
(Crowd reaction intensifies as the tension builds.)
JENNY MYST: “I can see it now, Amber, standing in the middle of the ring, the lights glaring down on you, the pressure mounting. But will you crumble under the weight? Will you choke when it matters most? History says yes, Amber. The biggest stages have been your kryptonite, and tonight, under the bright lights, with the world watching, it's gonna happen again.
You see, Amber, wrestling isn't just about showing up. It's about seizing the moment, owning the spotlight, and leaving an indelible mark. The X-Division Title? It's not a gift; it's a challenge. And I have my doubts, Amber, serious doubts, that you can rise to the occasion.”
(The crowd is split now, some rallying behind Amber, others eagerly awaiting her downfall.)
JENNY MYST: ”So, Amber Mansley, enjoy the walk to the ring, enjoy the cheers while they last, because when the bell tolls, and the spotlight burns hottest, will you shine like a star or fade like a distant memory? The answer, my dear, lies in the ring, under the unforgiving gaze of the wrestling gods."
Jenny smiles at the camera.
JENNY MYST: "Now that's how you cut a promo, Amby. You suck at that, too. Let's see if you can get this win tonight and prove everyone wrong........."
Jenny smiles at the camera.
JENNY MYST: "No pressure."
PATRICK MATHEWS: Here we go! John Blade versus The Fortunate Ones Clyde Newton.
CJJ: If I’m Clyde I’m going to make short work of Blade for no other reason than to prove a point.
The opening bell sounds as the crowd erupts with boos with Clyde Newton giving John Blade his own “you can’t see me”. Blade comes out from his corner. Blade and Newton circle each other before locking up in the center of the ring. The Doctor of Thuganomics has the power advantage as he drives Newton back into a neutral corner. The referee calls for a clean break but instead, Blade slightly pats Newton on the right cheek before giving him the “You Can’t See Me” to a pop from the crowd as Blade backs away from the corner. Newton explodes out from the buckles and into a high-angled hip toss by Blade! Blade gets back to his feet, Clyde pops back up, and walks into a Spinning Side Suplex as Newton is driven into the mat! The crowd roars as Blade quickly gets to his feet and throws his right hand up in the air calling for the five-knuckle shuffle, and when Blade runs to bounce off the ropes Clyde rolls out to the floor on the other side of the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: John Blade has Newton powdering in the opening moments!
The crowd boos Newton but it doesn’t stop John Blade who runs toward the far side baseball slides out to the floor behind Newton who points at his head calling out his ring smarts only to be spun around where Blade starts unloading with right hands! Blade drives a boot to the midsection of Newton where he looks to shoot him into the steel steps! Newton reverses and it’s Blade who is driven into the steps with a loud thud.
CJJ: I wasn’t nervous in the slightest as Clyde turned this one around with that reversal.
The crowd boos Newton as he picks up John Blade and bounces him face-first off the ring apron. The referee lays the count to both men as Newton rakes Blade across the eyes before hurling him back into the ring. Clyde climbs up on the ring apron and steps through the ropes re-entering the ring. Blade is getting to one knee when Newton snatches him up before driving a boot to the midsection and hooks up Blade. Newton hoists Blade up in the air and drives him down into the mat with a Brainbuster!
Newton makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Blade pops a shoulder off the mat as the crowd roars loudly.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Blade escapes with a kick out!
CJJ: Probably short lived.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Listen here, you can keep sleeping on John Blade all you want but just remember that it’s when you underestimate someone it can bite you, hard.
Newton gets to his feet where he picks Blade up. Clyde lands several right forearms to the jaw backing Blade up against the ropes. Clyde shoots John across the ring with an Irish Whip, Blade bounces off the ropes and catches Newton with a swinging neckbreaker as Clyde looks for a backbody drop! The crowd pops huge for Blade who gets back to his feet followed by Newton. Blade fires off with a series of right hands! Newton swings with a spinning back fist that Blade ducks! Newton spins around and eats a boot to the midsection doubling him over where Blade hooks Clyde up and lands a Fisherman’s Suplex! The crowd rallies behind Blade as he is back to his feet sizing up Newton. Clyde steps back up to his feet where he walks into a scoop slam by Blade! John throws his right hand up in the air to another massive ovation, he leans down and gives Newton his “You Can’t See Me” before John Blade bounces off the ropes and lands a five-knuckle shuffle! The crowd roars as Blade makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Newton escapes with a kick out to a gasp from the crowd!
PATRICK MATHEWS: How funny would it be for John Blade to defeat Clyde Newton tonight coming off Edward Grado PINNING J Mont two weeks ago? How unfortunate that would be.
CJJ: Dare to dream, Pat.
Blade starts getting back to his feet where he points up in the air garnering a louder ovation! John walks toward the ropes and steps out to the ring apron.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Blade is going up top!
John starts climbing up to the top rope while in the ring Clyde calls for the referee as he starts getting to one knee. The referee comes to check on Clyde only to have Clyde use the referee to get up before pushing off him and sending the referee into the ropes just as Blade is standing up on the top rope causing Blade to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle! The referee admonishes Newton who casually holds up both hands.
CJJ: Fantastic manipulation of the referee by Newton!
Clyde makes his way over to a prone Blade and decks him with a stiff right hand before Newton steps up to the middle ropes. Clyde locks in a front face lock and looks to pull off a Superplex. Blade blocks by latching onto the top rope! Newton tries a second time, and for a second time John Blade blocks by latching onto the top rope but this time Blade slide down between the legs of Newton and he brings Clyde out of the corner with a running Liger Bomb!
Blade makes the cover hooking the inside leg!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Clyde escapes with a kick out to a huge gasp from the crowd! The crowd pivots into a “BLADE! BLADE! BLADE!” chant in unison as we see John starting to work his way back up to his feet.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Blade nearly put this one away with a surprising Running Powerbomb! This crowd is willing on the Doctor of Thuganomics.
CJJ: I’m shocked you said that with a straight face.
John Blade makes it back to his feet where he picks Newton up and hammers him with a hard right hand that sends Clyde sailing back into a set of buckles. Blade charges in after Newton but eats a reverse elbow that sends Blade staggering backward toward the center of the ring! Newton comes out from the corner with a Superkick!
Blade ducks out of the way!
Newton spins around and is taken up into the air with a Fireman’s Carry where Blade looks to land the Attitude Adjustment! Blade looks to drive Newton into the mat but Newton flips over landing on his feet! Blade looks for a lariat, Newton ducks and sends Blade bouncing off the ropes and into a Superkick by Newton! Blade crumbles to the mat with Newton dropping down making the cover!
1!!
2!1
THRE…
Blade pops a shoulder off the mat to a huge ovation from the sold-out Atlanta crowd!
PATRICK MATHEWS: NEVER GIVE UP! NEVER SURRENDER!
Newton gets to both knees with a look of shock on his face as he questions the count by the referee who shows him two fingers. Clyde steps back up to his feet where he picks Blade up and nails him with a knife-edge chop before taking Blade back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Blade bounces off the far side ducking under a lariat by Newton, Blade bounces off the near side, Newton spins around and is taking down with a flying shoulder block by Blade! The crowd pops for John who pops back up to his feet and bounces off the ropes catching Newton with a flying shoulder block! Blade pops back up to his feet where he bounces off the ropes and catches Newton with a third flying shoulder block!
Blade gets back to his feet where he calls for the Attitude Adjustment!
CJJ: NO! It can’t happen!
John Blade starts sizing up Clyde Newton who starts rolling over to his stomach and pushing himself up off the mat. John comes forward taking Newton up in the air into a Fireman’s Carry! Newton gouges the eyes of Blade and slides down the back, Newton bounces off the far side and catches Blade when he spins around with BROOKLYN’S FINEST!
Newton makes the cover!
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2!!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: CLYDE NEWTON
Match Time: 12:12
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Great showing by John Blade but Clyde Newton was just that much better tonight.
Clyde gets to his feet and shoves the referee before putting the boots to John Blade!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Come on! Enough is enough!
The crowd boos intently as we see Clyde setting up in a crouching position in the corner sizing up Blade for another Spear.
CJJ: Newton is sending a message to everyone else in the X-Division Championship match.
The crowd pops as DAMAGE walks with a purpose toward the ring!
PATRICK MATHEWS: DAMAGE!
The Untamed Demon climbs up on the apron and steps over the top rope but as he does Clyde Newton escapes out to the floor screaming out “NAW! NOT TONIGHT!” at the ring. Damage stares a hole through Clyde Newton as the scene fades.
Scene cuts backstage in the parking lot we see the door to the arena suddenly shoot open. It makes a loud sound from obviously being kicked open. It smashes against the back wall making another loud banging noise that echoes throughout the parking garage at the back of the arena. There are a few random people scattered in the building and every single one of them jumped. Especially the muscled dude that has a LAMINATED VIP backstage SMASH crew clipped to his collar. He was so startled he even dropped his clipboard. HE fumbles to quickly pick it up so he can get to playing it off, but as soon as his fingers touch it, a black boot steps on it, and he looks up to find himself glaring at The BoURBoN STReeT BaD Guy HiMSeLF…
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: Pardon me, Kenny is it?...Ya know what nevermind, sorry I have no friggin clue who you are…But I assume you know who I am yes?...GOOD! Look I’m expecting someone so when you see a little fuggin DWEEB who goes by the name FPV finally decide to grace us with his presence…Tell him time is a precious commodity that shouldn’t be wasted!
Voice: Ya wanna know something funny, I couldn’t agree more!
Jestyr quickly spins around to find himself glaring at the very man he was just speaking of. Frank Patrick Venable. Jestyr’s eyes light up and his smile grows even wider as he kicks the clip board out of his way and pulls his mallet from off his shoulder. His smile however quickly vanishes when he looks at FPV and sees him holding his kendo stick wrapped in barbed wire. Jestyr allows a coy smile to slowly creep across his face as he uses his eye brows to motion towards it. Frank looks down and then right back into the eyes of the very source of his frustration, anger, and what is slowly simmering into RAGE. Jestyr ends the dramatic silence with a question…
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: That doesn’t look like your MAN OF THE YEAR AWARD!
FPV: Noticed that did ya? Too bad you didn’t take a minute to notice that these little games you are playing, the little new look you got going on. You think what you put some stupid make up on your face and you can just speak to anyone the way you want like you haven’t a shred of decency, class, or sense!?? So clearly there is only only one language I know of that I can speak that will sink into that very thick skull of yours! I understand why you feel threatened Johnny, really I do. You’ve had to work so much harder than I have, and it eats you up inside that I don’t have to stoop to your level to attain the degrees of success we both have at points during our careers! I mean you tell everyone to “BE SERIOUS” but you really think New Orleans would want to publicly recognize you?...I mean look at you! You may believe that my sense or morals and just basic human decency mean I can’t get my hands dirty…Because I’m more than happy to show you here in a sec…I believe you will find I am more than prepared to play this game with you! Only this is where the LAUGHING STOPS! So, your move cowboy!
Je$TyR SeRyOuS: So how long ya been holding that one in? And don’t worry it only
!!!!!SoRTa SoUnDeD REHeaRSeD!!!!
BUT OTHER THAN THAT IT WAS REALLY A MARVELOUS SPEECH!!
I ,like any of the other dildos sitting in their seats just inside those walls behind us, from time to time I have been known to find a good deal of entertainment from a good ole HERO MONOLOGUE! They always make me laugh! You know why Frankie…DO you mind if I call you Frankie, calling you FPV just to me makes you sound like some sort of STD, which…Nevermind, whole new can of worms!
FPV: Well I’ll be surprised if you can call me anything after I break your jaw!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: Don’t you threaten me with a good time! I can practically see the anger seeping out of your pores, clouding your mind..Making you see only in the color red! And when it’s all said and done Frankie you are going to regret not taking the option I gave you that may have been the more humiliating of the choices I gave you, but what it lacked there it made up for in being the much healthier and ultimately RIGHT CHOICE TO MAKE! Because you being the New Oreans Man of the YEAR is a FRONT…It’s a got damn lie, and ignoring little white lies like that is one of the main reasons the human race is in the shit shape that it is in. Ignoring a painfully obvious truth for the sake of “LOOKING GOOD” because at the end of the day the ceaseless struggle most of you people endure to maintain the appearance of something that doesn’t have a lick of truth anywhere in it is
!!!!F’N ABSURD!!!!
YOU ARE NO HERO FRANKIE, AND YOU NEVER WERE!!!
You are not NEW ORLEANS MAN OF THE YEAR?...What have you done for the great city of NEW ORLEANS lately?...You are just an image a friend of yours is exploiting to further his political agenda…An agenda that is going to more than likely cause some problems for me and a few of my closest friends. So Frankie, lissen to me because I’m getting tired of telling you this so…
!!!!!SeRyOu$Ly ASSHOLE!!!!!
…THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!!!
You came out here looking to finish something, but if you don’t right here and right now renounce that award you didn’t earn or deserve, I am afraid you will eventually find you have never been more incorrect in your entire adult life! Because this is only the beginning D-BAG…So whats it gunna be next huh?...Your car…Your home…YOUR CABANNA BOY LIFE MATE? So think carefully now Frankie, what’s it really worth to ya?
FPV: Well first off DUMB ASS, that isn’t even my car! And secondly I thought ya know me standing here holding my weapon of choice was clear enough…But obviously your learning speed is below average on a good day! Don’t worry won’t be the first time I’ve had to teach this lesson the hard way! So if you would please SHUT THE HELL UP, and just realize we are at an impasse…And when you are at an IMPASSE well I think we know which of our few remaining choices we are going to go with! I know you didn’t expect me to show, I know you think I’m afraid of you! HA that’s the funniest joke I’ve heard yet!
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: …Wait that’s really not your car?...Then whose keys did I…? Ya know what we can burn that bridge when we get to it…But Frankie stop it that can’t be the funniest joke you’ve heard…Because you haven’t even heard the one about the…
Jestyr then is the first to try and get the party started as he wildly swings his karaoke mallet that has metal spikes frantically pasted all over the business end of the mallet and like Frank’s weapon this too is wrapped in the good ole barbed wire. Jestyr swings for the fences but hits nothing but air as Frankie ducks two of Jestyr’s wild swings. Frankie sees the opening he was hoping for as he wraps both of his hands around the handle of the kendo stick, closes his eyes as if he was able to freeze this moment in time. Everything felt so fluid, natural, and scary in a way…But the moment he was able to steal to savor ended when his eyes shot open after he heard the sound of his kendo stick connecting with Johnny’s midsection. Jestyr drops his mallet and doubles over as Frankie looks at Jestyr attempting to lunge for his weapon, but Frankie was in front of him. He kicked the mallet away from Jestyr’s reach and then Jestyr looked up at FPV and a calm serene smile that sends chills up Frankie’s spine as he lifts his kendo stick again and he slams it right into the center of Jestyr’s forehead. The crowd inside the arena was so excited the pop could be heard through the thick concrete walls of the arena.
*CRACK*
…Ohh that’s a beautiful sound.
*CRACK*
*CRACKCRACK,CRACK*
…and ONCE MORE FOR GOOD MEASURE
*CRACK*
FPV had delivered six…COUNT EM SIX direct shots to the face of Jestyr SeRyoU$. The barbed wire along with the sticks natural function is to literally rip your opponents skin from their bones and as we are sure you can all imagine there isn’t a single trace of white on Je$TyR’s face. It was all now a distinctive shade of RED that only comes from servere blood loss. Jestyr is on his knees looking up atr Frankie who is drunk with rage and blood lust. Jestyr begins to try and slowly crawl away seemingly looking for his weapon. Frank watches Jestyr crawl while trying to slowly manage to get back to his feet. FPV pauses almost as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to do it, but we see reality took over and we hear him mutter under his breath.
“IT HAS TO STOP…ALL THIS NEEDS TO STOP”
SO FPV slowly stalks Stylez as he stands directly behind him. He lets Jestyr crawl once more before FPV with a slightly running start kicks Jestyr right in the gut. We see Jestyr’s lips pucker rom the pain as FPV grabs Jestyr by the back of his hair and yanks him up to his feet. Jestyr’s face is a crimson mask, which makes the white of his teeth stand out more when Jestyr manages to start chuckling, which of course only makes FPV angrier. FPV jams his elbow into Jestyr’s rib cage as he drops one of his hands from his kendo stick and uses his free arm to whip Jestyr SeRyOu$ into the back of a WHITE VAN parked close to the private entrance to the back of the arena.
Jestyr’s back smacks the doors of the van and he slumps down onto the ground, and looks up just in enough time to see FPV darting towards him slamming his knee into his face sending his head once again slamming into the bumper of the van this time. Frank stands up takes a few steps back, lowers his kendo stick gripping it with both hands again, and then FPV looks up at Jestyr bleeding all over the concrete giggling like a maniac. Jestyr is desperately trying to get to his feet, but FPV drops the stick and then stands over Jestyr SeRyOuS and STARTS TO WEAR HIM OUT WITH CLOSE FISTS ONE AFTER ANOTHER AND ANOTHER AND ANOTHER…and this goes on for some time. FPV notices that the number of witnesses had drastically increased from when all of this started. But he didn’t have time to stop and think about that…As he once again silently repeated him to himself
“IT HAS TO STOP I HAVE TO STOP HIM”
He thinks it, but he repeats it to himself silently over and over as he walks over bending down picking up his kendo stick that he dropped a few moments ago. He then picks it back up and turns and looks at his enemy. Bleeding like he was in a cheap horror flick, his painted on smile caked in blood, and the hazed lifeless look in his eyes glaring up at HIM. FPV doesn’t see maybe he has had enough the beating Jestyr has endured has been severe. FPV hears a tiny voice in his mind whisper. Jestyr is able to use the van to pull himself up to his feet once more. His empty gaze glares into FPV’s eyes and FPV sees the crazed twinkle in Jestyr’s eyes had been snuffed out…
But it wasn’t enough. FPV can’t help but once again closes his eyes and remembers the way his office looked the moment he left it to come work this show and FPV feels the rage build inside of him once more as he then shuffles forward like he was HAPPY GOT DAMN GILMORE and he hits a HAPPY GILMORE TIGER WOODS esq drive/uppercuts JesTyR SeRyoU$ so hard he Jestyr flies backwards smacks his head hard against one of the back windows of the van before slumping down and hitting his head on the bumper before falling back to his knees and eventually face down on the concrete. BLOOD IS F’N EVERYWHERE YALL!
FPV: HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH? HUH, TOUGH GUY? NOT SO BAD NOW ARE YOU! I TOLD YOU…I ABSOLUTLEY TOLD YOU NOT TO UNDERESTIMATE ME! DON’T HEAR YOU LAUGHING NOW, SO WHAT GIVES FUNNY GUY?...I see you still laughing and now I’m curious what is so got damn funny!
Je$TyR SeRyOuS looks up at FPV and spits blood at him, as he chuckles.
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: You really wanna know?...HAHAHAHAHAH?...I mean I’ll tell ya if you really wanna know! But even if you don’t how about you just
!!!!HuMoR ME, WiLL YA?
…YOU WILL PROBABLY GET A KICK OUT OF THIS AS WELL!!
FPV: I seriously doubt it, but why the hell not!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: OK well actually it’s two things. First of which… I just want you to know I never not expected you to come out here…Actually HERO, I was kinda phucking COUNTING ON IT!!! ANd the second thing…HAHAHAAH…This is the good one…The second one…Is I know that wasn’t your car earlier…Just like I’m not sure who that one belongs to either? HAHAHAHAAHAH
FPV looks behind him to see another BMW SUV speeding directly towards him. FPV yanks Jestyr off the ground and onto his shoulders and is able to dive out of the way just as the SUV speeds passed them smashing through the parking barrier. We don’t see but we hear the sound of horns honking, tires screeching and eventually the loud unmistakeable sound of a car crashing into something. People with their phones are practically everywhere now as FPV looks up and sees the damage once again caused by this horrible human being on his shoulders. FPV once again feels the rage build up inside of him as he forcefully slams Jestyr onto the ground and then forces him to sit up…FPV points at all the damage this has caused…
FPV: You think this is FUNNY?...THESE ARE PEOPLE’S PROPERTY YOU DESTROYED…SOMEONE’S LIFE YOU COULD HAVE ENDED!!! THIS ISN’T A JOKE AND THIS SHIT ISN’T EVEN CLOSE TO FUNNY! YOU ARE OFF YOUR ROCKER, AND NOW THAT IT’S OVER…
Jestyr comes alive laughing hysterically pushing on FPV spitting blood in his face, FPV violently shoves Jestyr away from him. Jestyr spins around and the moment he faces FPV again
!!!!!CRACK!!!!!
FPV TATTOOS HIM WITH THAT KENDO STICK!!
Jestyr falls to his knees once more and looks up at FPV. Jestyr still smirking still laughing is driving FPV mad. FPV looks at the kendo stick in his hands as he once again grips it with both hands…He goes to raise it above his head, and that is when it happened… Suddenly a voice speaking with CONVICTION AND AUTHORITY calls out to FPV
Voice: SIR WE ARE GOING TO NEED YOU TO DROP THE WEAPON NOW GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND LOCK YOUR FINGERS BEHIND YOUR HEAD…NOW!!!
THe frame then switches and we see two squad cars pulled up and there are three armed police officers with their firearms pointed directly at FPV. FPV looks at them confused, as he looks down at JesTyR who looks up at him directly in his eye, and FPV then realizes what has happened. He then does as he was told he drops the kendo stick and gets down on his knees and locks his fingers behind his head glaring at SeRyOuS THE ENTIRE time, who glares right back at him with the most arrogant smirk he had ever seen. Jestyr watches as two of the officers walk over and proceed to put FPV in handcuffs. FPV is looking around at all the people recording this on their phones. He can hardly hear the Officer read him his miranda rights…
FPV: What are you doing…WHy we are wrestlers..we
Police Officer: Um I don’t see any wrestling ring out here…DO you Tom?
Police Officer #2: Nope sure don’t! And honestly usually when they run those shows in this building as long as it doesn’t spill out onto the street we’re good…But if you care to notice where you are Mr. Venable you’ll find you are no longer on the property, and this man is injured by your hand…I believe it is commonly referred to as ASSAULT and BATTERY, if Mr. SeRyOu$ here wishes to press charges!
Je$TyR holds out his hand while the third officer helps him up to his feet. SeRyOus is seen sliding a hundred collar bill into the breast pocket of the officer, and Jestyr then nods at the other two cops who jerk FPV up to his feet…
Je$TyR SeRyOuS: MARVELOUS WORK GENTLEMEN, I’m usually not fan of the boys in blue but if I do say so myself you are absolutely whatever fuggin town we are in’s FINEST! I was just trying to talk to this man and resolve some personal issues between the two of us and he just ATTACKED ME!...If it’s ok with you I’d like to take a moment before deciding whether or not to press charges my bell has been rung quite a few times, and well he is stronger then he looks gotta give him that!
FPV: You’re a piece of SHIT Johnny STYLEZ!!!
Je$TyR SeRyOuS: I KEEP TRYING TO TELL YOU…JOHNNY ISN’T HERE ANYMORE! So FROM NOW ON YOU WILL BE DEALING WITH ME..AND LIKE I TRIED TO WARN YOU EARILER..THIS IS ONLY JUST THE BEGINNING! TAKE HIM AWAY OFFICERS, and take solace in the fact that your streets are once again safer with that one in custody! Ill be down at the Station after I have recieved the proper medical attention! So..Guess Ill see ya then FRANKIE…And don’t worry, I’ll make sure…is it RAMON, like EVERYBODY LOVES RAMON…or is it like RAMONE?...Ya know what it doesn’t matter!
FPV: IF YOU EVEN THINK…
Je$TyR SeRyOuS: TAKE IT EASY I PROMISE I WON’T TOUCH HIM! BUT BELIEVE ME THAT IS THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES NOW AMIGO!!! SEE YA IN THE FUNNY PAPERS…GENTLEMEN..I BELIEVE WE ARE DONE HERE!!!
THe cops smirk and nod at Stylez as they yank FPV up to his feet and forcefully sit him in the back of the cop car. Jestyr SeRyOu$ caked in blood reaches in his pocket and removes his phone. He pulls up his contacts and finds the name he was looking for and presses the button putting the phone to his ear
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: PLEASE TELL ME YOU GOT EVERY BIT OF THAT, OR I AM GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED! GOOD GIRL! That’s what I like to hear…Now the real fun can begin.
Jestyr hangs up the phone and then turns reaches out and jerks the camera close to him to where we have a perfect view of his crimson bloody face, as his white teeth stained with blood grin from ear to ear as he says…
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: And for those who are wondering…That is precisely how you make a Muddah PHUCKA
!!!!!SoaK!!!!!
!!!!SoMe!!!!!
!!!!!!!UP!!!!!!
…YoUR PaL SeRyOu$ HeRe ReMiNdING EVeRyOnE THERE ARE NO SUCH THING AS HEROS!!! KBYE!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA
“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 scheduled for one fall, and is an X-Division Title Qualifying match! Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana…. LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!
“Someone, Anyone” by Anberlin begins to play, as Johnny Stylez walks out of the back. He confidently walks to the ring, ignoring all efforts from any fans trying to touch him, as he goes sliding into the ring.
“Break It Down” by Lil Debbie plays the venue’s interior surround systems. The audience immediately boos the young athlete coming out from the backstage area smiling at the hatred she receives. Amber stands center stage with her hands on her hips, staring out to the audience before doing a slow twirl where a spotlight shines only on her, creating the illusion of a silhouette. Once she faces the audience again, she snaps her fingers, and the lights return to normal before strutting down to the ring like on a model’s runway.
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent! Hailing from Boca Raton, Florida! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 143 pounds! She is “THE INFLUENCE” AMBER MANSLEY!!
Amber stops before the apron facing the ring, then looks both ways at the fans at ringside booing her. She gently leans over the apron, shrugs her shoulders, and then kisses the camera. Amber holds onto the bottom rope with both hands before spinning herself into the ring, lying on the canvas in the center. The camera transitions to a sky-view with a single spotlight on her in the arena, and from the camera’s point of view, it looks like an artwork of Amber in a silhouette fashion. She gets back on her feet, snaps her finger to alert production to brighten the lights, and silences her music as she takes refuge in a corner, kicking her body up on the top rope to relax.
The bell sounds as Mansley looks across the ring at Stylez with a look of disgust on her face.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Amber Mansley doesn’t seem pleased to be in the ring with Johnny Stylez.
CJJ: I mean, have you seen Stylez? It’s not like they’re in the same social class.
Stylez blows a kiss at Mansley causing her to go into a full-body shiver.
CJJ: Stylez already playing games, he knows Amber is mentally scared after a Grado lip lock two weeks ago.
Mansley walks out from her corner as does Stylez, they lock up center ring with Stylez forcing Mansley back into the ropes. The referee calls for a clean break but it’s Stylez who throws a shoulder block to the midsection of Mansley! Stylez follows up with an eye rake to boos from the crowd. Johnny clubs Mansley across the back with a double axe handle dropping Mansley to one knee. Stylez picks Mansley up and shoots her into a set of buckles. The referee admonishes Stylez who pays him zero attention as he charges toward the corner but Mansley throws up her right boot connecting to the jaw and staggering Stylez backward. Stylez charges in a second time and eats a reverse elbow for his troubles. Mansley comes out of the corner with a bionic elbow to the top of Stylez forehead dropping him down to one knee where Mansley locks a front face lock and spikes him into the mat with a DDT!
Amber quickly makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Only a two count for Mansley, you’d think this is a must-win for Amber coming off of our last Smash because wins equal momentum, and we just saw Clyde Newton pick up a huge win for the Fortunate Ones. Mansley can’t come up short here.
CJJ: Stop trying to stir the pot, Patrick. The Fortunate Ones run the show.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Do they? They seemed to be covered in yellow earlier tonight by Chris Page.
Mansely gets back to her feet where she reaches down to pick Johnny up off the mat, Stylez counters the pickup attempt with a jawbreaker! Stylez steps up to his feet ducking under a Mansley lariat and delivering a Backstabber!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Humbler by Stylez!
Johnny makes a cover of his own.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Mansley pops a shoulder off the mat. Stylez gets to both knees and starts choking Mansley with both hands over the throat! The referee lays his five count but Stylez breaks at the count of four. He’s admonished as he gets to his feet where he picks Mansley up and hurls her out to the floor through the ropes.
CJJ: No surprise that Stylez is taking this to the floor.
Johnny rolls out to the floor where he picks Amber up. Stylez looks for a body slam only to see Mansley slide down his back and shove Johnny forward into the ring post! Stylez bounces off the ring post and staggers around the ring. Mansley comes around the ring after him where she spins him around and gouges him in the eyes! The referee lays the count to both participants as we see Mansley drive Stylez face-first off the ring apron! Mansey drives a boot to the midsection doubling over Johnny where she sets him up for a Piledriver.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This isn’t looking good for Johnny!
CJJ: Come on Amber! Spike him on his head!
Amber looks to hoist up Johnny but it’s Stylez who counters with a backbody drop sending Mansley crashing down on the floor. Johnny rolls into the ring breaking the count of the referee and then rolls right back out to the floor. Johnny stomps away at Mansley before turning his attention to the timekeeper. Stylez walks over and hurls the timekeeper from his chair and folds it up.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stylez has a chair!
Mansley is getting back to her feet. Stylez comes forward swinging the chair at Mansley but Amber ducks causing Stylez to crack the ringpost with a chair shot that echoes throughout the arena.
CJJ: Mansley saw it coming!
Stylez drops the chair before he’s spun around by Mansley and strikes with a leaping knee strike to the jaw of Stylez! Mansley takes Johnny and hurls him into the ring. Amber climbs up on the ring apron and sizes up Johnny who begins pushing himself up off the mat. Amber sets herself and springboards off the top rope with a Shooting Star Press into a seamless DDT!
Mansley makes the cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE..
Johnny escapes with a kick out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Two and three quarters but Stylez gets the right shoulder up!
Mansley gets to her knees and questions the count.
CJJ: That’s right Amber, I completely agree that the count was slow.
Mansley gets back to her feet where she picks Johnny up off the mat and she boots Stylez in the gut doubling him over where she hits a Moonlight Drive style Neckbreaker! Mansley presses the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Stylez kicks out once again!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stylez showing his toughness with these kick outs. Mansley might be questioning herself, and questioning what must she do to put Stylez away for good.
Amber makes her way back to her feet where she snatches both legs of Stylez. Mansley leans down to spout out some trash talk but ends up getting caught with an inside cradle.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Mansley is out in two and a half!
CJJ: Oh thank God!
Mansley beats Stylez to his feet where she looks for a Bicycle Knee Strike! Stylez sidesteps Mansley sending her bouncing off the ropes and into a Superkick by Johnny! Mansley spills out through the ropes and out to the ring apron. Johnny gathers himself and makes his way toward the ropes. Mansley gets to one knee on the apron before Stylez reaches through the ropes and snatches a front face lock before pulling Mansley’s upper body through the top and middle rope with her feet draping on the ropes.
Stylez drives Mansley down into the mat with a Draping DDT! Stylez doesn’t hesitate in making the cover with a hook of the inside leg on Mansley!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Mansley escapes with a kick out to a gasp from the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stylez with a near fall!
Johnny starts working his way back to his feet where he sizes up Mansley. Stylez backs himself up into a neutral corner where he starts stomping his right boot on the canvas.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Johnny Stylez is setting Mansley up for The Bed Time Story!
CJJ: Look out Amber!
Amber Mansley begins pushing herself up off the mat and to all fours. Johnny seizes the moment and explodes out from the corner toward Mansley where he leaps as high as he can and looks to drive his boot into the back of Mansley's head! Amber evades at the last second causing Stylez to stomp down on the mat! Stylez spins, but Mansley dashes her hands forward, driving both thumbs into Stylez’ eyes!! Stylez yells out, blinded, as the referee yells a warning towards Mansley… who, predictably, completely ignores it. She goes outside onto the apron, taking advantage of the damage she did, and leaps back in with the It’s Giving Finisher, smashing into the blinded Stylez with a forearm smash!! She then covers, making sure to hold the tights as she does so…
1…
2…
3!!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: AMBER MANSLEY
Match Time: 9:28
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CJJ: She did it! I knew she would do it!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But she had to cheat to do it!
CJJ: Who cares about that? Now two members of The Fortunate Ones are in the match for the X Division Title!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The odds just got tougher for everyone else in that match…
Mansley quickly departs the ring, as Stylez, furious, takes a swing at her over the ropes. Mansley just laughs and continues on her way, her job done.
The shot comes back from commercial to bring us in front of the announce table. Patrick Mathews looks towards the camera, looking slightly more solemn than usual. Beside him, CJJ is busy stacking up some papers, looking away from the camera.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Welcome back to Monday Night Smash, ladies and gentlemen. Now, we’d be remiss if we didn’t talk about the reason that our World Heavyweight Champion, “Cholo” Giovanni Santana, is not in attendance here tonight. Unfortunately for us, details on what is happening in El Paso are still sketchy at best. We here on Smash don’t want to speculate without any specific, confirmed facts in hand.
CJJ coughs into his hand, as if wanting to say something about the ‘facts’ of the Fortunate Ones, but he contains himself.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Let’s go back to the footage generously granted to us by Candice Page and Brawl.
The video shifts to a shot from Monday Night Brawl, where GM Candice Page is joined in the ring by the World Heavyweight Champion. The bottom corner shows “Last Week”, as we get a summarized version of events.
CHOLO: QUE PASA DALLAS, TEXAS?!
The crowd cheers loudly.
CHOLO: Y DONDE ESTA MI GENTE LATINA?!
A great portion of the crowd cheers loudly, thanks to Texas having a large Latino community. We watch as Cholo waits for Mac Bane, but the #1 contender doesn’t come out to the ring. Cholo then talks about Mac not showing up, with the crowd getting behind him with a loud ovation of “Cholo” chants.
CHOLO: Thank you mi gente… You see Mac, these people were behind Cholo long before you were in the picture, and they will be behind Cholo long after you are gone… and they will be behind him whether he is the World Champion or not.
The broadcast then shifts to Christmas music, grabbing everyone’s attention.
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year…”
We see Mac Bane appear on the Tron, leaning against the brick wall.
MAC BANE: Cholo, Candice…. Guys, I wish I could have been there tonight because I’d love nothing more than to show Cholo how cruel the world can be. But then I remembered I didn’t need to be there to establish that point; and truthfully, this was an opportunity that I couldn’t pass up; you understand, right?
The video skips ahead, showing the two men going back and forth, until it starts to become clear where Mac actually is.
CHOLO: Like Cholo said, you tried to break him, and you failed. Now you want to play mind games to break him mentally, but you will fail there as well Mac.
Mac Bane lets out a deep, calculated breath.
MAC BANE: Our deal far exceeds the wrestling ring, and what you’re about to understand is that I’m a man of action. I wish I was there, but I had to be here…”
The camera pans backward revealing the name of the building. “Ena’s & Armando’s Home For Children”. Cholo’s eyes grow wide with shock. He looks at Candice, looking for an answer but he doesn’t find one.
CHOLO: What the hell are you doing there Mac?!
MAC BANE: It’s the most wonderful time of the year…There'll be much mistletoeing, And hearts will be glowing when loved ones are near…It's the most wonderful time of the year.
Mac sings to himself as he enters Ena’s & Armando’s Home for Children, with the door to the establishment closing Cholo begins arguing with Candice but again Candice tells him she had no idea Mac wasn’t going to be here or be there. Cholo runs off to a waiting vehicle as the clip shuts off, and we go back to the announce table.
PATRICK MATHEWS: At this point, we’re still awaiting word on what’s happened. All we know is that tonight, Cholo is still in El Paso, and unable to join us for competition. However, we do know that Jonathan Barrows has announced that, no matter what else is happening in Cholo’s life, he will STILL NEED to defend his World Heavyweight Championship on the next Smash!
CJJ: It’s going to be J Mont, right? It has to be J Mont.
PATRICK MATHEWS: His opponent has yet to be announced, CJJ, but guaranteed, for whoever it is, it’ll be the shot of a lifetime. Now let’s get back to the show!
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is a qualifying match for the WGWF X-Division Championship! Introducing first, 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 got a major victory on the last Smash, winning a Triple Threat contest over John Blade and FPV. That has propelled him into this opportunity here tonight.
CJJ: And what an opportunity it is, Patrick. If King wins here, he’ll get to be in a match with members of the Fortunate Ones! Now, sure, it’s going to hurt him a lot, but he’ll learn some great lessons…
PATRICK MATHEWS: You say that as if King wouldn’t be a threat to win, CJJ.
CJJ: Oh, I’m not ruling him out. I’m sure The Fortunate Ones will be scouting him, maybe they’ll be nice to him and offer him a spot. You never know.
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent, standing 6’10” and weighing 328 lbs, from Detroit, Michigan, here is “THE UNTAMED DEMON” DAMAGE!!
Before the Tron plays the Lights in the arena goes pitch black, The Tron play showing 3 little girls playing and looks at the camera and say, "He is Here" and then slowly fades to black. A man's voice say" Run" followed by “Untamed” by Jacob Lizotte hits the PA system and The Damage's video plays on the Tron. The lights in the arena flicker in rhythm to the beats. As the theme builds more Damage comes out from behind the curtains and stops at the arena as the crowd goes crazy. He is seen wearing coolers for his eyes with Silver tank-tops with "The Untamed Demon" printed on the tank top below his chest and a leather Sleeveless Vest over his tank top. The word “DAMAGE” is pasted with Diamonds on the back of the Sleeveless vest . He is seen wearing long leather pants and black boots. Two elbow pads are seen on his elbows. With a smirk on his face and starts walking down the ramp looking focused on the ring as he neglects the fans who were stretching their hand in hopes to touch his body. He reaches the end of the ramp and walks towards the ring apron. Damage pulls the top rope and climbs on the ring apron. He steps over the top rope with one leg and gets inside the ring. Damage walks to the center of the ring and looks at the fans of WGWF who were on their feet on seeing the untamed demon before as he raises his right hand in the air as the pyros goes on from all the corners of ring posts like a fountain. The crowd lets a huge pop in the arena. Damage removes his coolers and the Vest to handover them to stage hand as his music slowly dies. He paces to show that he is ready to dominate the match with the same smirk on his face.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage only sees the X Division Title as a stepping stone towards the Smash Championship, but he’s still determined to see this through tonight!
CJJ: Damage may think he’s a force of nature, but he doesn’t have the right to even say the name of our champion.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Enigma?
CJJ: You don’t have that right, either, Patrick!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: … Enigma, Enigma, Enigma…
CJJ: You son of a…
The bell sounds, and Damage is immediately stomping across the ring, heading towards King. He corners him, with King opting to slip through the ropes, slipping to the floor as Damage rushes after him, reaching out. He grasps at King’s arm, but King locks onto him and drops his weight, clotheslining Damage on the top rope! Damage stumbles back, surprised, even as King quickly comes back into the ring. He runs at Damage, crashing into him with a running European uppercut! Damage staggers, but doesn’t go down, even as King runs back to the ropes and returns, hitting a second one! Damage drops to a knee, but then stands back up, trying to shake the cobwebs clear. But King comes in once more with a THIRD European uppercut, and Damage finally falls backwards, landing on his back!
Fired up, King pumps his fist at the crowd, wanting their respect. He turns back, seeing that Damage is already sitting up, working to get to his feet. But King is not going to give the larger man a chance to recover that quickly. He comes in, wrapping both of his arms around Damage’s midsection. Damage, realizing what’s happened, tries to break himself free, but King already has Damage off the ground… managing to toss the 328-lb wrestler up and over with a belly-to-belly suplex!! The crowd pops on his show of pure strength, even as King gets up, flexing once more. He jumps onto Damage, locking in a shoulder claw submission hold, even as the referee moves around both men.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What a move from Gideon King! The kid’s got more power than anyone can imagine!
CJJ: I’ll give him this, he really threw that dead weight around in there.
PATRICK MATHEWS: … Are you insinuating that Damage is ‘dead weight’?
CJJ: I’m not insinuating anything. Stop using big words, Patrick!
Damage is fighting against the pressure of his shoulder now, fighting his way upwards, despite King’s best efforts. He reaches his feet, with King forced to drop the hold due to the loss of leverage. Instead, King grabs hold of Damage’s arm, whipping him towards the corner. But Damage reverses, and it’s King that violently flies in, crashing against the turnbuckle pads! King hangs there for a moment, stunned from the impact. He starts to straighten up, but now Damage is coming in, scoring several knee lifts in a row to stagger his opponent. Damage follows that up with a series of back elbows, really working over King in the corner and keeping him contained.
Having slowed down his foe, Damage finally pulls him back out of the corner, but it’s only to get a little distance for his next maneuver. With no effort, Damage lifts King up into the air on his shoulder, turning him back towards the corner and throwing him forward with the Snake Eyes right onto the turnbuckle!! King staggers away after impact, spinning around, only to immediately get floored by a big boot from Damage! He then drops a big leg across King’s upper chest, crushing him further, before turning himself around for the pin attempt, wanting to put this one way. The referee is ready, getting right into position…
1!!
2!!
TH-and King throws a shoulder up, keeping the ref’s final hand from landing.
CJJ: The kid’s got heart, if nothing else.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Both of these men are determined to prove here tonight that they’re deserving of a major spotlight on WGWF Smash.
CJJ: Yeah, but no spotlight is going to burn as bright as The Fortunate Ones.
King struggles to his feet, refusing to stay down. But Damage is right there to lock onto him, saying something to him about being tossed around, but he lifts, delivering a release gutwrench powerbomb!! The ropes quiver from the reverberations of the impact, showing just how much of a bomb it was. King is down, but Damage doesn’t go for the cover. Instead, he hauls King off the mat, talking to him some more, before grabbing hold of King’s arm and dropping with the Dark Waters submission!!! King’s legs are kicking desperately as he fights against the hold, trying to avoid his arm being broken! The crowd is on its feet, wondering if this is it, as Damage leans back, trying to add more pressure. But King uses the movement, shifting their weight and getting his other arm free. He then leverages them both over, suddenly putting Damage’s shoulders on the back of the mat!!
1!!
2!!
THR-and Damage has to frantically break the hold in order to shift free, pushing King off of him! King rolls to the side, having escaped, and goes to the outside. He walks away for a moment, trying to shake some feeling back into his injured arm, even as Damage gets to his feet. He looks annoyed at the reversal, so instead of waiting on the referee’s count, Damage goes and steps out of the ring. He waits for King to turn around, and then leaps off the apron for a double axehandle shot… but King reacts on complete instinct, firing up a European uppercut that catches Damage on the way down, toppling the big man!! King stumbles away, hurting, as he used his injured arm, but Damage is now down!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Gideon may regret doing that, but it was certainly successful!
CJJ: Hey, just to ask, if both men get counted out, who goes on to the X Division Title match?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I wouldn’t think either of them would, CJJ.
CJJ: That’s what I thought. COUNT FASTER, REF!!!
Thankfully, the ref either can’t hear CJJ or doesn’t care about what he says, as the count stays steady. In the meantime, King has managed to straighten out his arm. He then sees Damage starting to get up, and immediately charges him, scoring a knee lift that knocks Damage back down. King then looks at the ring, checking the count. He seems to be considering winning this one via countout, as it would get him where he wants to go. He turns and rolls into the ring… before rolling back out to the floor, having stopped the count from getting any higher. King then goes back to the recovering Damage, grabbing him and pushing him to the apron to get him back into the ring.
Damage works to get up, looking a little dazed. King moves up next to him, showing his strength once more by lifting Damage onto his shoulder. He can only take a couple of steps, but it’s enough, as King takes Damage down with a ‘running’ powerslam!! The crowd loves to see it, knowing that it’s a real feat of strength. King, exhausted, stays on top, grabbing at one leg for the cover.
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But again, Damage does not stay down, knocking King off of him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: If nothing else, Gideon King is showing the world once again that he’s basically superpowered.
CJJ: Yeah, but that means he’s got a weakness, right? Like kryptonite, or pretty women?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Isn’t that your weakness?
CJJ: Always.
King looks a little weakened after the powerslam, but still is able to get back to his feet. He signals for Checkmate, wanting to get the big man up and send him crashing down. Damage is slowly getting up, trying to regain his bearings, as King steps in next to him, lifting the man onto his shoulders in an impressive display of strength! He sets him up for the Checkmate… and Damage manages to block the knee on the way down, smacking King’s leg back to the mat! King, off-balance, tries to recover, but Damage kicks King in the gut, then lifts him into the air…. HIGHWAY TO HELL!!! The move lands perfectly, with Damage immediately making the cover…
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: DAMAGE
Match Time: 9:47
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PATRICK MATHEWS: And just that quickly, it’s over! Damage took advantage of one mistake from King and turned it against him!
CJJ: Luckily for The Fortunate Ones, they don’t make mistakes.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Gideon King gave this a hell of an effort, and it’s clear we can still expect great things from the man. But tonight, it was all about Damage.
CJJ: I mean, congratulations to him, but it’s like winning a free pass to the slaughterhouse.
Damage moves to the ropes, raising a fist over his head to signify his victory. Behind him, King has rolled himself into the corner, slumped there, upset. Damage turns towards him, giving him a nod, before pulling himself over the ropes and leaving the ring.
We return from backstage to find the ring laid with a red carpet. There’s a table in the middle with two folding chairs on either side of it. In the middle of the table is a clipboard and two ballpoint pens. The lights go down, greenish strobes pulsing in time with an ominous tempo as it grows in volume, the bass notes nearly drowning out the booing it elicits as some of the more die-hard fans recognize it for what it is. A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, a haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of the music. Of course, the crowd goes nuts, even though they’ve already seen the Smash Champion appear tonight.
"Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus"
ENIGMA 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. He’s wearing a black pullover hoodie with the words THE GYM IS MY PSYCH WARD written on the back, the Smash Championship belt resting proudly over his shoulder, 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. He makes eye contact with some fans, a ghost of a smile and the barest nod of acknowledgement passing between them but he doesn’t stop to pander to them like usual. He’s all business tonight.
"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 through the ropes. He carefully removes the strap from his shoulder, folding it and placing it on the table before gesturing for a microphone.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well that’s interesting. He had nothing to say earlier when the Fortunate Ones were in the ring during that DEAD HAWK nonsense.
CJJ: Did you see the look on his face while Montuori was ranting and raving? I think it’s only a matter of time–
ENIGMA: This…
He reaches out and taps the faceplate of the championship belt with the microphone in his hand, sending a soft THUMP echoing through the arena..
ENIGMA: This is the SMASH CHAMPIONSHIP, the most coveted belt in the company – despite what Mr. Cholo believes – and soon to be the rest of the industry. A champion should carry themselves with pride. Should be able to instil fear, command respect by simply existing.
The crowd gives him a little pop at that, as if validating that he’s done just that since his arrival here in WGWF.
CJJ: This man right here is in the middle of a stellar run and this packed house in Atlanta, Georgia knows it.
ENIGMA: When I come before you, there is no smoke and mirrors. No shenanigans. No silly games. No mockery of sports teams or their animal affiliations…
He lets that hang for a moment, the reference to the earlier Fortunate Ones segment clear.
ENIGMA: This is why I am the only one capable of carrying my friend Smash’s legacy forward into 2024… and beyond. Now, without further wasting of your time, allow me to welcome my challenger.
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 and gets to his feet to come face to face with Enigma, a mic already in hand.
John Cable: Ladies and gentlemen… fans of the WGWF… Enigma… tonight is a truly monumental night!
The fans cheer wildly as Cable looks around the arena and then back to Enigma, standing across the ring from him.
John Cable: It really is… you see… it’s been quite a while since the last time I gave a damn about a belt that wasn’t the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship. My Belt has eluded me for quite some time now, and honestly, I thought I would have regained it by now, but opportunity has knocked and it has escaped my grasp several times now. I have faced off against the best superstars the wrestling industry can muster this last year… and yet… here we are… staring down what may be the most challenging match of my recent career.
The fans cheer again as all eyes are focused on the ring and the meeting taking place here tonight.
John Cable: You’re right though, Enigma… The world sees the WGWF Heavyweight Title as the premier title for the company… and while Cholo is one hell of a champion… he isn’t carrying the Title that matters… the Title with the deepest ties to the roster… the Title that means more than just being a Champion… YOU DO, Enigma.
The fans lose their minds as the arena erupts at the implications of John’s words.
John Cable: Yeah… I never thought a Belt would be more important to me than that World Title, either… and yet… I know what this one is.
John says this as he motions to the SMASH Title on the table nearby and the fans cheer again.
John Cable: You see, Enigma… Smash may have been your friend… maybe even a closer friend than he was to anyone else in the WGWF… but you weren’t the only one who Smash was important to. He touched the lives of a lot of people in that locker room and you aren’t the only one who understands what the Legacy of that Title means. There was no one else who should have carried that Title into the new Era of the WGWF… but now it’s time to build the Legacy of SMASH… not hold it up and parade it around.
ENIGMA stares at Cable, his expression deadpan neutral as he steps right up into his personal space. The two are almost nose to nose, surprisingly similar in build and stature. For a long moment, there’s a tense silence between them before E turns away and snatches up one of the pens from the table. He pulls the clipboard over closer and signs his name in a flourish before turning to hold it out to Cable.
John Cable: This is the Legacy of Smash… and this is exactly what he would have wanted.
John drops the mic and takes the clipboard from Enigma, looks at him from under the mask as they lock eyes, and then signs his name on the dotted line as the fans go nuts and the show goes off air for the night watching the Monster Machine and the Beast face to face in the middle of the ring.
We cut out to the parking lot of the State Farm Arena where J Mont, still covered in yellow paint emerged from the the building, enraged.
J MONT: PAGE! YOU SON OF A BITCH! SHOW YOURSELF!
J Mont reaches a private lot just outside of the arena where he stops in his tracks as he looks down at Chris Page.
CHRIS PAGE: J Mont… I knew you’d come.
Chris extends his arms out before giving J Mont the double bird.
CHRIS PAGE: Are going going to do something about it, or do I need to go get Grado?
Mont charges toward Page and Page charges toward Mont where they meet with a heated exchange of right hands!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The fight is on! Mont and Page are trading blows in the parking lot!
Page gains the upper hand as he drives J Mont into the trunk of a parked car.
CJJ: THAT’S MY RENTAL!
Page drives Mont into the trunk of the car a second time causing Mont to bounce off the trunk and stumble down to one knee.
CHRIS PAGE: Come on Mr. Network!
Page kicks Mont in the chest with a Mafia Kick knocking him down to the asphalt but before Chris can take advantage Amber Mansley, Clyde Newton, and Shaun Hart jump Chris Page from behind!
PATRICK MATHEWS: OF COURSE The Fortunate One’s attack with numbers!
Mansley and Newton hold onto Page while Shaun helps J Mont get up. J Mont starts hammering away at Chris Page with vicious right hands while Mansley and Newton hold Page in place!
J MONT: How stupid can you be! You can’t win! You WON’T win!
J Mont takes several steps back before running forward kicking Page in the nuts! Chris crumbles to the ground gasping for breath.
J MONT: Your challenge… It’s ACCEPTED!
Mansley, Newton, and Hart stomp away at Page while J Mont looks on with a smirk on his face. The crowd pops when we see Mont spun around and DEVLIN KNIGHT takes Mont down with a double leg takedown and starts pounding away with right hands!
CJJ: DEVLIN KNIGHT!
Knight gets off Mont and catches Newton coming in but even Devlin is just one man as Mansley and Shaun Hart attack cutting off Knight! Newton joins in on the beatdown while J Mont gets back to his feet.
PATRICK MATHEWS: The Fortunate Ones are once again getting the upper hand of Devlin Knight and Chris Page.
Loud smacking of steel can be heard. J Mont and The Fortunate Ones retreat as THE UNTAMED DEMON, DAMAGE hits the scene wielding a massive steel chain.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage has made the save for two unlikely partners on our next Smash!
CJJ: But perhaps the bigger news is that J Mont has accepted the No Holds Bared match with Chris Page at the first Smash branded Pay-Per-View on the 28th of January! It’s Chris Page’s funeral.
MEMPHIS BELLE: It’s time for our main event of the evening! This match will be for the WGWF Tag-Team Championships of the World!!
The audience is hyped, as many bought their tickets just for the sake of being able to see this match. They know it’s going to be an incredibly unique contest.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing first, the challengers…
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 in a matching kimono with a black headband tied around his head. Chatman and Grado stop a stare down toward the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Over the last two Smash shows, Chatman & Grado have won two huge tag-team matches, taking down both Team Pride and The Fortunate Ones to earn this opportunity!
CJJ: Hey, they deserve no credit for that last one. You saw all of the wrestlers who had to interfere in order to stop J-Mont & Mansley from the title shot they deserved!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I also saw Clyde Newton getting involved…
CJJ: But Clyde didn’t factor in the finish, did he?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, no, not exactly, but…
CJJ: Ergo, all the blame falls on that dastardly Chris Page!
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, their opponents…
As Rock You Like a Hurricane begins to play, spotlights flash back and forth across the stage, creating an old-school effect as Terry Marshall and Space Lord march out onto the stage.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Weighing a combined 595 lbs, here are the WGWF Tag-Team Champions of the World… Terry Marshall… Space Lord… SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XTREME!!!
The crowd pops, even as Marshall and Space Lord share a quick handshake, showing their solidarity. Space Lord then runs wildly towards the ring, as Marshall walks confidently behind him, knowing that they’ve proven themselves time and time again in the WGWF.
PATRICK MATHEWS: No one can take away how successful these two have been since they first arrived here in the WGWF.
CJJ: Plus, they’ve really created a massive wave of interest for their merchandise, from what I’m told.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What, you mean like their t-shirts and face paint we have available here at the arena?
CJJ: Among other things. It just goes to show that the old adage is true: SEX sells.
As Mathews can be heard audibly facepalming himself, the bell rings, signaling that this contest is ready to begin. The referee takes the two Tag-Team Titles and raises them up, showing them to the crowd on either side, making this match feel even more prestigious. He then walks over to the side to hand them off, as the crowd gets ready for action.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Two of the most unique teams to ever come through the WGWF face off tonight. Will SEX prove unstoppable again, or will the Lone Wolves find a way to take the titles?
CJJ: Or maybe both teams will take each other out, and another team will have to step in…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Like The Fortunate Ones?
CJJ: Exactly.
The two teams seem to have their own gameplans in mind, as Terry Marshall comes forward immediately to meet Samuel Chatman. Marshall, ever the good samaritan, reaches out a hand, and after a moment, Chatman shakes it, showing good sportsmanship. Marshall nods in approval, then raises a hand in the air, wanting to for a test of strength. He challenges Chatman to grab hold, although Chatman just raises an eyebrow at the gesture, then shakes his head no. Marshall, disappointed, lowers his hand, talking with Chatman about how it’s a tried-and-true beginning to a wrestling match. But Chatman isn’t interested, as he calls Marshall on for the lock-up instead. Marshall looks back at Space Lord, who shakes his head, before he begrudgingly steps forward and locks up.
Despite his disappointment, Marshall is able to transfer into a headlock, holding onto Chatman. But Chatman is able to reverse, pushing Marshall into the ropes and sending him across the ring. As Marshall comes back, thinking about a shoulder block, Chatman leapfrogs over him, landing lightly on his feet. Marshall rebounds on the other side, seeing Chatman facing away from him, and comes back intent on a clothesline. But Chatman leaps into a Pele kick, hitting Marshall on the run and taking him down! Marshall rolls to his stomach, trying to get up quickly, but Chatman is already coming off the ropes and leaps, landing a bicycle kick to the back of the head! He then makes the cover, trying to win this one early.
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And Marshall easily pushes Chatman off of him with his large arms, staying in this one.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Chatman has already taken this one to a faster tempo, which works against the strengths of S.E.X.!
CJJ: Faster tempos with SEX usually leads to shorter…
PATRICK MATHEWS: CJJ!!
CJJ: Matches… I was going to say matches…
Chatman brings Marshall back up, taking him over to their corner and tagging in Grado. The two men work to double-team Marshall in the corner, stomping away on him, as Space Lord can be seen in the background, anxiously pacing on the apron. Chatman goes back to the corner before the 5 count, as Grado backs away from the corner, turning towards Space Lord. He gives the man a little wiggle of the hips, before turning and running at Marshall, crashing into him with a Roll ‘n’ Slice Cannonball!! Marshall slumps in the corner, as Grado pops up, excited to have hit the maneuver. He turns to Chatman, giving him a big high five, and then turns back to Marshall, only to have Chatman tap him on the shoulder, saying that he’s tagged in. Grado, understanding now, steps back out of the ring, as Chatman goes back to work.
As Marshall starts to work his way up out of the corner, hurting, Chatman grabs him by the head. He signals to the turnbuckle, wanting a Tornado DDT, and runs that way, making it all the way up and turning around… and getting thrown off, as Marshall sends Chatman flying away from him! Chatman crashes hard, rolling on the mat, while a surprised Grado tries to grab at Marshall, who elbows him off the apron to the floor! Marshall then sets himself and runs forward, getting a lariat on a recovering Chatman to take him down. Marshall then drags himself the rest of the way, reaching out towards his partner, with Space Lord, energized, quickly tagging himself in.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Here comes the most unpredictable wrestler in the match!
CJJ: Wait, you’re putting Space Lord ahead of Grado?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Anything can happen when Space Lord’s in there!
CJJ: Do you remember Grado being in diapers??
As Chatman pulls himself up, he comes face-to-face with the foot-stomping Space Lord, who quickly runs straight through him with a shoulder block. Space Lord doesn’t stop there, hitting the ropes two more times and coming back with repeated shoulder blocks, running over his competitor! He then hits the ropes once more and comes back with a big splash onto Chatman, smashing him into the mat with full force! Space Lord stays on top, making the cover, as the referee slides into position…
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And Grado is there to dive onto Space Lord, breaking up the cover! Space Lord gets up, enraged, coming face-to-face with Grado, who has a determined expression on his face. He flexes his muscles towards Space Lord, who can’t resist this ultimate challenge, so Space Lord flexes back! The two men each try various poses, with Grado’s going a little more extreme, but Space Lord doesn’t back down, putting everything he’s got into every flex possible, as Terry Marshall and the referee both look on with astonishment at what’s going on.
CJJ: When did this become a pose-off?
PATRICK MATHEWS: You know Space Lord is proud of his physique…
CJJ: Yeah, but the fans don’t want this! They want to see people hit in the mouth!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t know, CJJ, they seem to be getting into this!
The crowd is, indeed, cheering the unique aspect of a pose-down mid-match. The referee finally decides to take control, ordering Grado back to his corner. Chatman has managed to get up at this point, holding onto the ropes, as Space Lord turns back his way. But Space Lord seems intrigued now, so he points Chatman over to the corner. Chatman, although unsure, opts to go along with it, walking over and tagging in Grado! He happily comes back in, facing off with Space Lord, who wants to continue the pose-down. He turns away from Grado, doing a full-on arm stretch to the crowd on the other side… and Grado quickly wraps up Space Lord’s arms from behind, pulling him into a crucifix pin!
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THR-And Space Lord manages to escape in time!! He gets up, looking shocked at this breach of pose-down etiquette, but Grado is already on the attack, scoring a bionic elbow that rocks Space Lord backwards. Grado then comes in after him, throwing lefts and rights, keeping the larger wrestler on the defensive. He grabs at Space Lord’s arm, throwing him towards the ropes, no, Space Lord reverses it. Grado rebounds, coming back and leaping into the air as if to smash into Space Lord with all his weight… and Space Lord catches him in mid-air, holding him at chest level, before lifting Grado up into a gorilla press!! He lifts Grado up and down several times, with Grado looking a little sickly from the wild movements, before throwing him down with a slam!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Space Lord’s strength is legendary at this point.
CJJ: Has anyone tested him for illegal supplements from outer space yet?
PATRICK MATHEWS: … How would we even test for that??
CJJ: … I don’t know, but someone needs to figure out a way!
Space Lord brings Grado back to his corner, tagging in Marshall. As Marshall steps through the ropes, Space Lord lifts Grado up into a bear hug position, holding him in the air, while Marshall hits the ropes and comes back. He leaps with a shot straight into Grado, as they take the wrestler down with a Hart Attack double-team maneuver! Marshall then makes the cover, even as Space Lord turns towards Chatman, as if daring him to come in.
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THR-And Grado kicks out!
Marshall doesn’t show any frustration as he gets up, pulling Grado with him. Space Lord has already turned and gone back to the corner, waiting, as Marshall lands a big right hand to the side of Grado’s head. He drags Grado over to Space Lord, tagging his partner back in, and the champs work together to hammer on Grado, before they double-whip him back into the corner. Marshall then grabs Space Lord’s arm, rocketing him towards Grado. Space Lord gets some air as he flies in, scoring a massive avalanche on the smaller wrestler, crushing him!! Grado slumps down in the corner, as Space Lord turns and does a quick pose with Marshall, showing that the champs are fired up at the moment.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Marshall and Space Lord are damn good at working together with quick tags, which has enabled them to become dominant champions!
CJJ: So you’re saying SEX is good at double teams?
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is starting to get old, CJJ.
CJJ: Not for me.
Space Lord maneuvers Grado around, as he tags Marshall back in. The two men then begin to set Grado up for the S.E.X O’Matic! But Chatman’s already in to break that up, knocking Marshall off the top rope! Seeing this, Space Lord tosses Grado back down… but Grado grabs his head on the way, landing a Stunner that sends Space Lord flying! Grado then pops up, looking towards Chatman, as the two quickly go after Space Lord, kicking and stomping on him! Space Lord’s still fighting to get up, but that works perfectly in the Lone Wolves’ plans, as Chatman lifts Space Lord onto his shoulders, while Grado comes in for a backbreaker from behind, as they land the Lost Sheep!!!
Space Lord rolls away, in pain, with neither wrestler moving to stop him, knowing who the legal man is. The referee is trying to order Chatman away, but they’re too intent on the championships in front of them, as they catch Marshall trying to come back in and slingshot him off the apron into the ring! Marshall struggles to get up, stunned, as Chatman comes in at him, hitting a Final Bite superkick!! Marshall doesn’t go down completely, leaning over, but Grado’s right there with a Wee kick as well, taking Marshall down!! Grado then rolls on top, making the cover, as the crowd counts along with Chatman…
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THRE-NO!! Marshall kicks out!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I thought that was going to be it!!
CJJ: I don’t know how someone of Marshall’s advanced age can take that kind of punishment and still come back!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Not just come back… he’s getting fired up!!
Marshall is on his knees now, his arms shaking, as he begins to rise. Seeing this, Chatman and Grado both come in and land some strikes, but Marshall just shrugs them off, walking around the ring, shaking like crazy! He reaches the ropes, taking one more hit from Chatman, before turning and pointing at him with a loud “You!!!” He then blocks Chatman’s next punch, scoring several of his own, driving Chatman back!! Seeing things getting out of control, Grado does what he can, leaping forward and wrapping his arms and legs around Marshall’s knee, hanging on tightly as Marshall tries to shake him off. Chatman, given a reprieve, runs back forward and gets a hurricanrana, taking Marshall down… while sending Grado flying as well!!
Seeing Grado down, Chatman goes over to check on him, helping his partner up. They nod at each other, and then turn back… to both get clotheslined by a returning Space Lord!! The face-painted wrestler is not pleased, running over both men, before taking hold of Chatman and sending him flying over the top rope!!! Space Lord turns back, still fired up, only to get a jawbreaker from Grado! He falls against the ropes, getting tied up, as Grado gets back to his feet, smiling at him. He makes a few funny faces Space Lord’s way, knowing that he can’t get free, before turning back to Marshall… who flies right into Thunder Struck (spinning Polish hammer)!!! The crowd roars as Marshall makes the cover, hanging onto both legs…
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THREE-NO!! At the very last instant, Chatman comes from the apron and makes the save!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What a match!! I thought it was over right there!!!
CJJ: Chatman keeps the Lone Wolves’ dreams alive! … Or is it dream? Dreams? I don’t know, their name confuses me…
The referee has lost all control this point, and doesn’t seem to be fighting it much, since it pretty much always happens. He stands back as Chatman pulls Marshall up, landing a few more shots, before lifting Marshall into the air in an impressive show of strength, before spinning down with the Wolfsbane!!! The powerbomb variation hits hard, with Marshall laying flat, but Chatman has to break the pin, since he’s not legal. Instead, he quickly goes off to the side, grabbing hold of the weary Grado’s arm and pulling him on top for the cover, as the ref accepts it and goes to make the count…
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THREE-NO!!!
Space Lord, who was fighting to get free the entire time, finally managed it at the last possible moment, leaping forward and kicking Grado off of his partner!! Chatman, seeing this, snaps off another Final Bite superkick, only for Space Lord to catch him and spin him around, lifting Chatman up and running with him to land the Space Race (running powerslam)!!! Chatman, hurt badly, tumbles out of the ring, even as Space Lord turns back to Grado. He rushes at him, going for the Big Bang spear, but Grado surprisingly hops over it at the last second, and Space Lord races past him, crashing straight into the turnbuckle!!! He, too, falls out of the ring, as Grado turns back to the legal man, Marshall, who’s still trying to recover!
Grado signals for the end, going over to grab Marshall, but Marshall comes alive, firing off some stiff punches to drive Grado back. He rears back for one more big punch, but Grado ducks under it, then rolls Marshall up, going for the pin!!
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And Marshall is able to kick out! He pops up, with Grado trying to lock him up once more to take him into a small package, but Marshall reverses, twisting Grado down instead!
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The small package gets reversed!!
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And the pin breaks up, with neither man being down! Both men pop up, with Grado grabbing hold of Marshall’s head, wanting a cutter, but Marshall pushes him away, leaving him off-balance. As Grado turns and charges back, Marshall leaps into action… and hits Thunder Struck again!!!! Grado’s down, with Marshall dropping on top, exhausted…
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Chatman comes through the ropes…
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But Space Lord grabs his leg, slowing him down enough…
3!!!
MEMPHIS BELLE:: Here are your winners, and STILL the WGWF Tag-Team Champions of the World… SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XPRESS!!!
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WINNERS VIA PINFALL: SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XPRESS
Match Time: 13:42
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What a contest!! That one really could have ended either way there at the end!
CJJ: Damn it, that means that Smash doesn’t get the tag titles! Curse you, SEX!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This one’s going to go in the books as an all-star affair, but for now, the reign of SEX continues! We’re out of time, we’ll see you all next Smash for our Christmas show!!
CJJ: Bah humbug!!
Space Lord comes in to celebrate with Marshall, while Chatman goes to console a hurting Grado. The champs get their belts, raising them high, before turning back to Chatman and Grado. With a mutual nod, the two men walk over and raise up Chatman & Grado’s arms as well, with the crowd going wild at the show of sportsmanship as we begin to fade out… but suddenly two figures jump the barrier from ringside with CABLE MASKS on!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hey wait a minute, what the hell!
The two figures slide into the ring behind The Lone Wolves and Sports Entertainment Xpress blasting Space Lord and Terry Marshall from behind knocking them into Grado and Chatman which sends the Lone Wolves spilling out to the floor! In the ring Space Lord is spun around by one of the Cable’s and is blasted with a pair of brass knuckles! The Cable’s double team Terry Marshall as they beat him down to the mat. The crowd rallies behind Sport’s Entertainment Xpress! One of the Cable’s picks up Marshall and shoots him toward the other Cable who cuts Terry in half with a Spear!
CJJ: It’s been TWO this entire time?!?!?!
The two figures stand in the ring over Terry Marshall and Space Lord. The two figures reach down picking up the WGWF World Tag Team Championship and hoisting them up in the air garnering loud boos from the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Are we looking at the next two challengers for Sports Entertainment Xpress?
The masked duo drops the Tag Titles over the chest of Terry Marshall and Space Lord before ripping their masks off to reveal…
CJJ: CHRIS CHAOS!
PATRICK MATHEWS: GABE RENO!
The shock doesn’t even have time to set in as a shot of Chaos and Reno admiring their handiwork takes Monday Night Smash off the air.