Post by Chris Page on Jan 1, 2024 18:37:07 GMT -5
]The Titantron lights up to show the Paparazzi in the back of the arena awaiting the arrival of someone or something. Even WGWF Monday Night Brawl Cameramen and Personnel are backstage. Security is standing by as well in case anything gets out of hand. The Fans inside the arena are waiting, but getting impatient. You know the fat lady that just finished her foot long hot dog, wants another but doesn't want to leave and miss what happens. The guy with the small bladder has to pee bad, but doesnt want to miss this either.
A Few more minutes go by and then………………
A Brinks armored bank truck is pulling up. The flashes are going off from the camera. The paparazzi are reporting this live as we speak. The fans are screaming.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Bonuses for everyone this year.
CENTURION: You owe the company money for being the biggest moron in the industry.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I know you are, but what am i?
CENTURION: Pee Wee Diamond is who you are.
As the Brinks truck comes to a complete stop, you can hear the air brakes. The vehicle shuts off and now the anticipation awaits. The windows are tinted so there is no point to even make an attempt to look inside. The driver's door slowly opens up and…………………
Out steps PAUL PAGE!!!!!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: YES!!!!! The best PAGE is in the house. This is great!
CENTURION: Paul Page isn’t even signed to Monday Night Brawl, let alone even acknowledged by his own brother Chris.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Chris is jealous of how great in shape Paul is.
CENTURION: Chris would wipe the floors with Paul.
As Paul Page hops out of the Brinks truck, the reporters are trying to get a word with him, but he ignores them as the cameras follow his every move. His next move is making his way towards the back of the Brinks truck. Before opening the back door, it looks as if PAUL PAGE is about to say something and he just smiles. Unlatching the locks on the back, he takes a few steps back as the back door swings open and………….
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!
100 dollar bills shoot out like it's the 4th of July. Money is everywhere. Looks as if the WGWF personnel are underpaid because they are on the ground picking up these 100’s like they are strippers at the local strip club. When the money is finally done flying around the back, you see the one and only……….
DERRICK DIAMOND: He is here. No threat is going to keep J Mont away. He just gave all the WGWF people a raise with that money shot.
CENTURION: Probably fake money if you ask me. He is really asking for it by showing his face after the words of our GM last show.
DERRICK DIAMOND: J Mont does what he wants, when he wants.
CENTURION: I cannot wait to see how this turns out for J Mont.
Followed by J Mont is Clyde Newton, who looks ready to cause some chaos. Clyde turns around and helps down the lovely and beautiful Amber Mansley. And finally, Shaun Hart steps out from the back as well. No sign of Enigma tonight. THE FORTUNATE ONES are here on MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL……..
AGAIN!
J Mont leads the way towards the arena, but looks as if he has something to say.
J MONT: Did someone say we were not allowed to be here tonight?
The Fortunate Ones all begin to laugh because they find it funny someone is trying to tell them what to do.
J MONT: Before I get into why we are here, you can see our Smash World Champion is not here with us tonight. Big E is one of my best friends and had to take care of a few things back home, and get ready for a title defense. I told him we got this tonight. So, before you all sit here and spread rumors, there are no cracks or issues in The Fortunate Ones. As a matter of fact, there are more surprises to come in the near future.
Clyde Newton flips off the camera man as Amber puts her around Clyde and does the same thing. Shaun Hart is on the side, making a phone call.
J MONT: Now, I know this is not Smash and the GM here is not Jonathan Barrows. The GM here sucks and thinks she can throw her power around. Let me tell you something, CANDICE. You need to follow the lead of Jonathan Barrows and do what he does. He lets The Fortunate Ones do what they want and say what they want because he knows what is best for business. He knows what makes money and gets the ratings. He knows what sells merchandise and gets Hollywood attention. You on the other hand, just wanna abuse your power.
You can see J Mont is starting to get pissed off, because this is more than just what Candice said last show. This is PERSONAL.
J MONT: You can try to hurt me all you want Candice, but you will fail. But when you hurt my WIFE and my daughter by choosing not to be in the wedding and show up, you crossed a line that NONE of us will ever forgive you for. You threw away a very close friendship with Mia for a guy that needs you more than you need him. For a guy who is a true piece of shit and doesnt even know what an AB is. Then to top it off, your GODDAUGHTER you let down by making your decision. Way to go CANDICE. You're truly a GM that everyone should look up to and listen to. You're a JOKE. Your husband is a JOKE. And it’s a JOKE if you think you can keep us off your show. You can say what you want, but listen to me very carefully.
J Mont looks into the camera very closely.
J MONT: What happens to your husband on the 28th will be all YOUR fault. Sure, Chris brought a lot of this on himself, but what you did to my Wife and Daughter, I am going to take all that pent up anger, and beat the living shit out of Chris. You are going to end up feeding him through a tube and changing his diapers for the rest of his life. That’s your fault Candice. It didn't have to be this way, but you made a choice. And I am making a choice to. To end the career of Chris Page, once and for all. And to enter this arena right now with The Fortunate Ones to show you that we dont give 2 flying fucks what you have to say. Your threats don't mean shit to us. We are and will always be the reason WGWF stock stays at the top of the list.
J Mont pushes through the cameras and reporters and is followed by Clyde, Amber, Shaun and Paul Page. J Mont turns around quickly.
J MONT: Hey Paul, hop back into that Brinks truck and see if you can find that hoopty that Chris drove in today. And run it over. Smash it up. Hit it from all angles. I know you want to do it anyway.
PAUL PAGE: Will the real Page please stand up! That is me. Not Chris. Not Candice. PAUL PAGE!!!!!
J Mont shakes his head as Paul makes his way back towards the Brinks truck. The Fortunate Ones are about to enter the building, even after the stiff warning from General Manager Candice Page. As they get to the back doors, this is the hottest story going right now. The reporters are getting some good stuff here. The Cameramen are getting some great takes. Twitter is blowing up.
#JMONTSAIDFUCKYOUCANDICE
#THEFORTUNATEONESRUNMONDAYNIGHTBRAWL
#JMONTOWNSCHRISPAGE
#CLYDENEWTONNEXTBIGTHING
#AMBERMANSLEYMODELOFTHEYEAR
#JOHNCABLESUCKSTHEBIGONE
#ENIGMAWILLBESMASHCHAMPIONFORALLOF2024
#JMONTPICKSCHOLOOVERMACBANE
#MIAANDBABYG
The Fortunate Ones are here to stay and are here to show Monday Night Brawl and Candice Page just who runs the show. She is going to need an army if she wants to stop them.
J MONT: Before we enter the arena, I just want everyone to know that it's going to be OK. There is nothing Candice can do to us. She has no one that can stop us. Let’s go inside and do what we always do. Take the show over and piss everyone off.
CLYDE NEWTON: I wouldn’t mind smacking Spencer Adams in the head with a fire extinguisher.
AMBER MANSLEY: I wouldn’t mind smacking Jennie Myst in the face with an open hand.
SHAUN HART: I cannot wait to tell FRED how disappointed I am in him.
J MONT: One more thing before we enter the arena.
The group huddles up for a moment and when they break the huddle, all at the same time say…..
Once again, just need to remind the world that the above comment does not pertain to Cholo, The Ramseys, Xavier Lux, Jonathan Barrows, Artemis, Peter Vaughn, and Synn. Yes, the list got a little longer. I am sure you are wondering why. None of your business. The Fortunate Ones are entering the building. Good luck Candice.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh shit. This is about to be one night for the ages.
CENTURION: I know Candice has a plan and I cannot wait to see her execute it.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Fortunate Ones cannot be stopped and it sounds as if they have some more plans and people in place.
CENTURION: I cannot believe anyone else would want to align themselves with J Mont. You all saw what he did to Sonya, Justin York, and Flash Rotten to name a few.
The scene quickly cuts to the General Manager’s office as Candice Page is watching on from a television monitor with a smirk on her face. There is a knock heard coming from the closed office door taking her attention before we can hear the door open and the camera pans back to reveal five Police Officers.
“You asked to see us?”
CANDICE PAGE: I did. It seems like my warnings weren’t adhered to, and we have people in the building who do not belong. I need you and your officers to bring J Mont, Amber Mansely, Shaun Hart, and Clyde Newton to me.”
“Yes Mam.”
CENTURION: We are set for the very first match in the WGWF of 2024!
DERRICK DIAMOND: 2023 was an incredible year for us, I can only expect 2024 to blow it out of the water.
Latoya exploded from her corner like a hurricane, her athletic prowess on full display. Swift kicks and lightning-fast strikes characterized her assault, catching Goth off guard in the initial moments. The crowd erupted in cheers, captivated by Latoya's high-octane offense. Goth, however, absorbed the onslaught with an eerie calmness. The mysterious aura that surrounded him seemed to shield him from the storm of Latoya's attacks. As she unleashed a series of acrobatic maneuvers, Goth began to gauge her movements, his mind calculating the perfect moment to strike back. The momentum shifted when Goth, with uncanny precision, dodged a clothesline from Latoya. Seizing the opportunity, he countered with a powerful shoulder block that sent Latoya sprawling to the mat. The crowd's cheers for Latoya transformed into gasps of surprise as Goth capitalized on the opening.
CENTURION: Goth using his experience to get the momentum swung in his favor.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Latoya was striking and moving but she’s allowed herself to get caught by Goth.
Rising to his feet, Goth took control of the match, targeting specific body parts with a relentless series of holds and strikes. Latoya, despite her initial dominance, found herself on the defensive. The crowd watched in anticipation as the dynamics of the battle shifted, each move met with a roar of approval or gasps of disbelief. Yet, Latoya's resilience shone through. With a burst of determination, she fought back, countering Goth's attacks with a flurry of strikes and acrobatics. The audience was treated to a spectacle of athleticism as the two competitors traded blows, neither willing to back down. Goth, however, remained a strategic force. His experience and calculated approach began to wear down Latoya. As the match progressed, the audience witnessed a gradual shift in control. Latoya, once the fiery aggressor, now found herself struggling to match Goth's relentless pace. A moment of opportunity arose when Latoya attempted a clothesline, her speed seemingly unmatched. Yet, in a sudden burst of agility, Goth maneuvered himself beneath her outstretched arm, avoiding the devastating blow. The crowd gasped in surprise as Goth, seizing the moment, swiftly turned the tables. Now on the offensive, Goth unleashed a combination of powerful strikes and grapples. Latoya, momentarily caught off guard, struggled to regain control. The crowd, once firmly in Latoya's corner, found themselves torn between the two competitors as the dynamics of the match continued to evolve.
CENTURION: The crowd is solidly behind Hixx here.
Goth's offense intensified, targeting specific body parts with calculated precision. He utilized a mix of power moves and technical prowess, wearing down Latoya's resilience. The audience witnessed a transition from the high-flying spectacle of Latoya's attacks to a more grounded and methodical style imposed by Goth. Despite the shift in momentum, Latoya fought back with unwavering determination. Her resilience shone through as she countered Goth's moves, refusing to be overwhelmed. The ebb and flow of the match reached a fever pitch, with each near fall and reversal adding to the suspense. As the match intensified, Latoya unleashed a series of high-impact moves, landing a thunderous dropkick that sent Goth staggering. The crowd erupted into astonished cheers, fueled by the exhilarating display of athleticism in the ring. Seizing the opportunity, Latoya ascended the turnbuckle, poised to deliver a breathtaking aerial assault. Her acrobatic prowess was on full display as she soared through the air, aiming to incapacitate Goth with a dazzling maneuver. Yet, in a shocking turn of events, Goth evaded Latoya's aerial assault with lightning reflexes, leaving the crowd in awe of his uncanny agility. Seizing the opportunity, he countered with a devastating series of strikes that left Latoya reeling. Goth capitalized on Latoya's momentary vulnerability, exerting relentless pressure to wear her down. His methodical approach demonstrated a calculated and ruthless determination to dominate the match.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Goth turned the tables on Hixx there!
Despite Goth's relentless onslaught, Latoya rallied with unwavering resolve, refusing to yield to his aggressive tactics. Her indomitable spirit shone through as she fought back with fierce determination, unleashing a flurry of strikes in a defiant display of valor. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as the back-and-forth battle reached its climax, with both competitors pushing themselves to the limit. Their relentless determination and unyielding spirit resonated throughout the arena, captivating the audience with the raw intensity of their struggle. In a pivotal moment, Goth evaded Latoya's powerful lariat with poised finesse, swiftly maneuvering into position to execute his signature submission hold, the Goth Mission. The Gothic enigma applied the Goth Mission with meticulous precision, cranking up the intensity. Latoya, despite her valiant efforts, found herself ensnared in the clutches of the submission hold. The audience witnessed a grueling struggle as she writhed and squirmed, desperately trying to find an escape.Goth maintained the hold, unyielding in his pursuit of victory. Latoya, sensing the increasing strain on her body, fought against the pain with every ounce of strength. Latoya gritted her teeth, emitting a strained groan as she struggled against the agonizing hold, refusing to concede defeat. The crowd's fervent cheers and jeers reverberated through the arena, amplifying the tension as Latoya's valiant resistance ignited a surge of support from the spectators.
CENTURION: Hixx must find a way out of the Goth Mission!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Goth is cranking down on the pressure!
Goth maintained a relentless grip, his steely resolve palpable as he exerted unyielding pressure in his pursuit of victory. The arena reverberated with the electrifying energy of the crowd, who rallied behind Latoya, urging her to defy the impending defeat. Despite her unwavering determination, the excruciating strain became unbearable for Latoya, who emitted a desperate cry of defiance as she grappled with the unrelenting agony of the Goth Mission. Her valiant struggle inspired a chorus of fervent support from the audience, who clamored for her to overcome the formidable hold. Latoya's face contorted with anguish, but her fighting spirit refused to waver. The arena echoed with the sounds of her grunts and the crowd's alternating cheers and gasps. Yet, as the pressure of the Goth Mission intensified, it became clear that Latoya's options were dwindling. With the realization that victory was slipping away, Latoya, in a moment of resignation, tapped out. The bell rang, signaling the end of the match, and the crowd fell into a momentary hush. Goth released the submission hold, standing victorious in the center of the ring, a testament to his strategic prowess and resilience.
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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: GOTH
Match Time: 6:45
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Goth has his arm raised in victory kicking off 2024 with a huge win.
Centurion: We got a great show ahead for you!! Some of the greatest talents about to square off in order to determine their fate down the road in 2024!!!
Derek Diamond is about to react as we suddenly hear Goth’s music hit as the Reverend Jebediah walks out to the arena.
Derek Diamond: Oh great!! We are going to have a revelation!!!!
Centurion: I just hope it won’t take too much of our air time!!
Jebediah moves his head from left to right, taunting the fans who already start to boo the religious spokesperson of Goth.
Jebediah: I have come to you all to talk about the prophecy!!!
Centurion: The prophecy of Goth going into the Elimination turned out to be a lie!!!
Jebediah sinks in the crowd boos as he closes his eyes and savours the anger that is brewing amongst them.
Jebediah: I can tell that you share the disappointment that injustice has occurred, I can tell that you all had high hopes of seeing the Messiah of Pain to be in tonights Main Event before heading off to this month’s PPV.
The boos of the crowd increases as they clearly do not share the sentiment as he ignores them and continues.
Jebediah: But do not fear people!! As The Messiah has endured many setbacks in his quest to change the world for the better, allowing a lesser being like Austin Ramsey to have his moment in a high impact match for a championship belt. The Messiah is allowing Mr. Ramsey to prove HIM wrong, because HE does not feel that any of them can fill the emptiness in your hearts like HE can!!!
Centurion: Is this guy for real??
Jebediah: But do not fear my little sheep, as I am here to bring light in these dark of days!! As tonight is the first night of HIS redemption against a sinner in Latoya Hixx.
The crowd cheers as Jebediah nods his head as he applauds them for their heartfelt reaction to the wrestler.
Jebediah: Do you feel the heartfelt reaction Latoya?? Listen carefully, because it will be the last thing that you will experience that is futile!! Because tonight is the first night in your life where you will feel HIS heartfelt appreciation…. He will heal you by hurting you…, just like he will do the same with all of you eventually.
The crowd boos Jebediah as he turns around and walks off.
As the bell sounds Stitches and Toddy begin circling each other. Suddenly, Stitches stops and stands up straight. Toddy steps back standing up straight as well. Stitches sticks his hand out for a handshake, and Toddy smiles and accepts it. As Toddy pulls his hand back he sees he is holding a fake hand no longer connected to Stitches body. Toddy is stunned, but Stitches uses the distraction to his advantage, running forward and taking Toddy down with a big clothesline. Stitches takes a moment to laugh while holding his belly and then charges into the ropes. Stitches comes back with an elbow drop, but Toddy is quick to roll out of the way, leaving Stitches to crash to the mat. Toddy is back on his feet, as Stitches staggers to his. As Stitches gets to his feet, Toddy nails him with a bicycle kick, sending Stitches into the turnbuckles. Toddy back into the opposite corner and then charges in with a Handspring slap (opponent is tossed into corner and Todrick goes to the opposite end of the ring and completes a handspring revolution ending in a very hard slap across the face.
CENTURION: Stitches is learning real quick that Todrick Ramsey is no joke.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Todrick was one-half of the tag team of the year for a reason.
Toddy backs up as Stitches staggers forward out of the corner. Toody takes Stitches down with an armdrag, and transitions into an armbar. Stitches fights his way up to his feet and powers Toddy back into the ropes. The Ref calls for a clean beak, and Toddy offers one, and it appears Stitches is as well, but at the last moment, Stitches grabs Toddy and whips him across the ring into the ropes. As Toddy comes off the ropes Stitches goes for a backdrop, but Toddy leapfrogs over. Toddy keeps heading for the ropes, and Stitches spins around to see Toddy coming off the ropes with the Flying Chuck, as Todrick springboards off the middle rope and spins into a spinning roundhouse kick to the face of his opponent. Stitches hits the mat and Toddy makes a quick cover.
1!!
TW...
CENTURION: Todrick Ramsey is looking quick here tonight, both with those moves and the cover.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Stitches is showing though that he isn’t going down without a fight.
As Stitches gets upo, Toddy grabs another armbar on him. Stitches flights up to his feet again, pressing into Toddy and using the leverage to get to his feet. As Stiches gets up he grabs Toddy by the back of the trunks and runs Tioddy into the corner, smashing Toddy against the turnbuckles. Stitches hooks his arm under Toddy’s and comes out fo the corner going for a big hip toss, but Toddy flips through it and lands on his feet. Stitches is shocked, but quickly shakes it off and charges at Toddy. Toddy is expecting the charge though and catches Stitchs with a snap powerslam. Toddy rolls right up to the cheers of the TX crowd. Toddy is feeling the Lubbock crowd as he begins climbing the ropes, but makes sure to look before he leaps, and sees that Stitches has rolled out of the ring to the outside.Toddy hops out of the ring and begins to go after Stitches. Stitches sees him coming and takes off running, but Toddy is quick after him. Sitches suddenly dives under the ring, but unwaivered Toddy foes under after him. Stitches appears first from under the ring holding a bucket and waits as Toody comes out. As Toddy emerges from under the ring Stitches throws the bucket of glitter into the face of Toddy. Toddy is blinded by the glitter, trying to wipe it out of his eyes, allowing Stiches to charge and spear Toddy into the security railing.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Just when you think Stitches is clowning around, he kicks into IT Mode.
CENTURION: I can guarantee that Toddy getting his hair and makeup messed up like that, doesn’t think this is a laughing matter.
Stitches grabs Toddy and rolls him back into the ring and follows in himself. As Toddy gets to all fours, Stitches places a boot into the ribs of Toddy, flipping Toddy onto his back on the mat. Stitches hits the ropes and comes back with a back senton onto Toddy. Stitches rolls over for the over.
1!!
2!!
THRE...
Stitches grabs Toddy in a chin lock and pulls Toddy to a seated position. Stitches comes to his feet and drives a knee into the back of Toddy, and then clobbers him with a hard cross-face to the mat. The Texas crowd gets behind Toddy immediately, as they clap and stomp their feet for the former Tag Team champion. The crowd fuels Toddy as he fights to his feet slowly. As Toody gets to his feet he throws an elbow into the stomach of Stitches, loosening Stitches grasp. A second elbow breaks the hold completely. Toddy goes to run for the ropes, but as he does Stitches grabs Toddy by the waistband of the geat. Stitches pulls Toddy back, and catches him with a big Belly to Back Suplex, dropping Toddy on the mat hard.
DERRICK DIAMOND: OH! High angle suplex there from Stitches.
CENTURION: Todrick looked ready to boost loose again, but Stitches out the brakes on that.
Stitches rolls to his feet and moves in grabbing Toddy or an exploder suplex as he begins to get up. Toddy starts fighting the suplex off though, slamming his elbow into the side of Stitches head three times. Toddy shoves Stitches backward into the ropes and when Stitches comes back Toddy scoops him up and drops him with a Michinoku driver. Toddy pulls his leg up, hooking it for a pin.
1!!
2!!
THRE...
CENTURION: Stitches just got dumped on his head, but refuses to give up.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Probably nothing in there to damage anyway.
Toddy rolls to the corner and stands poised to deliver another attack as Stitches rises to his feet. Toddy charges, but Stitches sees him coming and pops up to his feet, spins around, an catches Toddy with a Russian Leg Sweep. Stitches rolls to his feet, grabs Toddy by the head, and lifts him up to her feet. Stitches hooks Toody for the "Killjoy" (tombstone piledriver) but as he lifts Toody, Toddy counters spinning his body around and taking Stitches over with a head-scissors takeover.
CENTURION: Great athletic counter thereby Todrick Ramsey.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Toddy putting those powerful gluters to good use.
Toddy rolls tot he corner and hops to the top rope. Toddy looks back to see Stitches staggering to his feet, and then Toddy comes off with a turnaround-cross body. But, Stitches catches Toddy. Stitches hoists Toddy up onto his shoulder, charges towards the corner, and throws Toddy off his shoulder dropping Toddy face first on the top turnbuckle. Toddy hits the turnbuckle and staggers on his feet as Stitches catches the staggered Toddy with a discuss elbow to the back of the head that drops Toddy to the mat.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Stitches is switching from a clown to a trapeze artist as he heads to the top rope.
CENTURION: Stitches is looking to drop his big top drop on Toddy.
Stitches leaps off the top rope with the Big Top Drop (Low Down), but Toddy rolls out of the way towards the corner. In mid-flight, though Stitches sees Toddy move, so Stitches shows great athleticism by tucking and rolling up to his feet. Stitches spins around right into Toddy coming out of the corner with an STO. Toddy pops right back to his feet, turns, chargers to the corner and comes out with the “Want A Little Taste” (Split Legged Moonsault) onto Stitches for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY
Match Time: 8:03
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We return to the office of Candice Page as she reviews several documents before a loud commotion can be heard as J Mont’s voice arguing with someone mixed with Amber, Clyde, and Shaun Hart. It brings a smile to her face as the door to her office is opened and J Mont, Mansley, Newton, and Hart are led into the room in HANDCUFFS!
CANDICE PAGE: Ah, if this isn’t a shock, Joe Montuori thinks that rules don’t apply to him.
A Cuffed Mont lashes out at Candice.
J MONT: Do you know who I am?!
CANDICE PAGE: Oh man, you think I care? Incorrect, you seem to have issues with separating work from personal so allow me to make sure that you and your minions completely understand.
Candice then states.
CANDICE PAGE: I understand that common sense isn’t a big thing for any of you. Two weeks ago I told you what would happen if you elected to disrupt my show’ and yet, here you are completely disrespecting me and my wishes for my show. I don’t take kindly to that, so to make sure that you all understand that Monday Night Brawl doesn’t require attention whores I’ll have no problem in sending you all to jail every Monday Night that you elect to take it upon yourselves to show up on MY program. You’re not needed nor are you wanted.
Candice looks over at the lead Police officer.
CANDICE PAGE: Please go ahead and take out the trash because Monday Night Brawl stands on its own.
J Mont and company start screaming at Candice as they are led out of the office. Camera’s stick with it as The Fortunate Ones are taken down the backstage hallway toward the production trucks where a large paddy wagon waits. The doors are opened and J Mont, Mansely, Hart, and Newton are forced inside by the Police officers. The doors are slammed shut and the paddy wagon starts up with sirens blaring before exiting the building.
Cameras catch Paul Page hiding in the background as the scene fades.
Robert Teppert’s “No Easy Way Out” plays and we know what that means.
With Artemis sauntering her way onto the stage with the Interim Intercontinental Championship around her capable waist, the crowd makes sure to share with her their unsalted and unadulterated opinion. But with her ever-dependable muse in tow, she ignores the hate from the ones who don’t know true art and makes her way down to the ring while glad-handing the brave ones who long for her, who reach out their hands for the slightest touch of her.
Once in the ring, Donatello is quick to assist her in getting through the ropes before dutifully handing her the cleanest least germed-up microphone he could bully off the ringside crew. Artemis smiles at the reaction, letting the plebians get their little game in before finally getting to speaking.
ARTEMIS: Even many from the crowd in my beautiful home of Texas are apparently filled with rubes and poors, unable to recognize the one that shall bring the masses a new and better way of wrestling, the artistical way of wrestling. But fear not, for this new year I shall venture to change all of your minds about my goals, and win you over to my cause. For those of you who already know of my artistic genius and support me, I salute you and ask that you do not hold contempt in your heart for those next to you who do not yet know the error of their ways. I will show them. Just give it time.
A majority of the crowd, unsurprisingly, are uninterested in joining her cause at any given time, even in 2024, but the ones already on board voice themselves with steadfast shouts.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I bet most of these people are barely able to stand straight, let alone see straight. I bet they see the beautiful and brilliant Artemis, and are seeing double so badly they assume it’s Candice instead!
CENTURION: You okay, buddy? I’m amazed you can do your job after last night.
With the commentators continuing to fill the air with their idle banter, Artemis rubs the pelt of the perfect fur coat she is wearing, made only with the finest of baby seal skins.
ARTEMIS: You see, ever since I got here, I have proclaimed a revolution, bringing art into wrestling and turning it into something better than the lowest common denominator mudshow it has been for as long as it has existed. But I haven’t gone far enough, and as the office has tried to push me further down with their unacceptably illegal actions, I realize that now is the time that I continue this revolution… Nay, I shall transform this revolution….. Into a TRUE renaissance…
Despite Donatello’s furious applause towards the artiste’s plans, the majority in the crowd once more is uninterested in either a revolution or a renaissance.
ARTEMIS: But for such a thing to be possible, I need like-minded individuals. That’s why tonight, I have organized a battle royale. Unsanctioned, naturally, for the powers that be would never allow me to find righteous individuals as I have tried already. But with a few… financial considerations… I have found people flexible enough to do the job where the officials refuse to.
CENTURION: I guess hiring scabs is one way to get around a boycott…
The crowd gets restless as a few homeless men stumble down the ramp, wearing poorly fitting and unofficial clothing of officials… undoubtedly bought out of the trunk of actual WGWF officials…
ARTEMIS: Dear lord, did they really spend all the money on booze already? It’s hard to get decent strikebreakers nowadays…
Donatello shakes his head in agreement, but it is clear that there is no real other option either way, so Artemis simply digresses and continues with her plans.
ARTEMIS: Now thanks to these pathetic sweaty and smelly slobs, I am going to hold a battle royale, so I invite ten of my most devoted followers from the crowd to come into this ring and fight for the honor to be called my…
Artemis pauses before revealing a wolfish grin.
ARTEMIS: ...SIMP
Her reveal is quickly reacted to with sheer confusion, and a murmur going through the building trying to figure out if what she said was actually what she said.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Did she just say “simp”?!
Donatello looks as shocked as everyone else, quickly pointing at himself in a bid to be noticed by Artemis.
ARTEMIS: What is it, dearest muse?!
DONATELLO: C… Can I be a part of this match?
ARTEMIS: Get over yourself, you are much too important to me. Besides, you still have to show them the second prize they get to win.
Donatello looks both relieved and saddened, but dutifully takes out an unmarked plastic bottle filled with some sort of liquid.
ARTEMIS: That bottle holds my unbridled and unfiltered artistic juices. The prize for the one who can defeat nine others, and make themselves worthy of being my SIMP.
CENTURION: I think I just puked a little..
The crowd lets out an audible groan of disgust, but a near stampede breaks out as a horde of smelly overweight neckbeards start fighting each other just to get to the barricade.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The neckbeards are causing pandemonium in Texas! They seemed to change their tune the moment that bottle of what I can only assume is Artemis bathwater was revealed
With the entire security team down to keep order, eventually ten ‘lucky’ contestants are brought over the barricade, but not before all of them have to hide their faces behind a very dubious-looking lucha mask…
Artemis departs the ring with Donatello in tow, making her way to the announce table and ensuring her presence would be there.
CENTURION: Interesting choice for head garment, Artemis.
ARTEMIS: Only the one who is worthy to be called my SIMP is allowed to show their face to me, Centurion. And don’t lower your brow at me, good sir, these masks came cheap off of Mr. John Cable’s merch stand.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I am afraid to ask, but what do you exactly mean when you call them your ‘SIMP”?
ARTEMIS: All in due time, Mr. Diamond, let us first let these individuals show if they are worthy to be called that before I explain the details of the arrangement.
With the bottle of ‘Artistic Juices’ placed onto a pole, the scab transient moonlighting as a hobo flails his arms for the bell, before collapsing in a drunken puddle.
CENTURION: Well, there goes the referee, I guess anything goes now!
And like clockwork, the would be SIMP’s immediately go after one another with a ferocity only befitting the hopeless and untrained, like a bunch of untrained chimpanzee’s fighting for the last piece of fruit they grab everything and anything to bash one another in the head, the group of competitors quickly whittling down as even the most minor of scrapes make them realize the error of their ways.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Well fortunately they all signed a waiver before the match… Right?!
ARTEMIS: What are you even talking about? They should be happy they even had a chance to fight to be my SIMP.
But as the weak bow out, the strong remain as a semblance of quality managing to shine through, even an implication of actual wrestling ability. Three competitors remain in the long term, and the third one shows a genuine knack for getting the best. But as they fight each other silly, the second one slams the third one on his back but realizes that the first is making a run for the bottle hanging on the pole. The second tries to stop him, and a fight between them starts with a ferocity not seen before.
CENTURION: They are fighting each other to the death for some bathwater!
ARTEMIS: Mr. Centurion! Show some class, I am not some sort of depraved woman that would do such a lowly thing… Like I said, they are my artistic juices!
But as the deathmatch of the two continues, another twist happens as the other seven that had run away suddenly run back in, joining the brawl for the bottle. In all that carnage, the third remainer has recovered and quickly decides to forget about any sort of personal safety and he sprints and leaps onto the group, launching himself towards the pole, snatching it from the pole in mid-flight, but not without falling all the way down to the floor with a disgusting splat.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh my god, he just killed himself!
In the absence of a conscious referee, the bell rings just to bring things back to order. And the crowd seems to be stunned and silent as they all look at the unmoving body of the ‘winner’ of the battle royal to become Artemis’ SIMP. Medical personnel quickly try to check up on him, as the remaining security make sure to toss the other competitors out of the arena.
As the young man is helped up and into the ring, Artemis has already made her way back in, scrunching her nose at the drunk referee sleeping out his drunken stupor.
ARTEMIS: A round of applause for that brave fan to show that they truly are the most devoted appreciator of art among my adoring Texans.
If only to show a little bit of happiness that the winner isn’t dead, the crowd shares a golf clap towards the winner who is holding the bottle closely to his chest, with his other arm raised.
ARTEMIS: Now, since you have shown yourself worthy to join my renaissance as my SIMP, please show the world the face of the person who shall help me make 2024 the most artistic year in wrestling.
The SIMP needs no time, and eagerly rips the mask off his face.
CENTURION: AVERT YOUR EYES, I BET HE’S THE UGLIEST NECKBEARD IN TEXAS!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh No, he’s… not that bad looking?!
Finding a microphone, the young man still breathes laboriously.
SIMP: Artemis, I can’t believe I have been given this chance. I have dreamed about this day for so long… I am…
But he is shushed, Donatello even taking away his microphone as the jealousy seems to be palpable.
ARTEMIS: Shush now, dear, you are tired and these Texans don’t deserve to know your reasons. But before we leave, you need a name worthy of the Renaissance… In fact, since you are such a formidable warrior who is prepared to sacrifice himself for me, you will be my ‘Achilles’, named after a great warrior of a more artistic time.
‘Achilles’ bows his head, still clutching the bottle like it is made of pure gold. Artemis smiles as she looks around the arena.
ARTEMIS: Yes, the renaissance is growing with every day, and in time I will make every single one of you recognize that my artistic revolution is what is good for all of you… Tonight is just getting started, as I have the idiotic Main Event to somehow make a masterpiece out of. OH how great it is to be me, My Gogh!
Handing the microphone off to Donatello, she gestures for both her muse and her newly acquired SIMP to follow her backstage.
CENTURION: Every day we stray further from god, Derrick. I think I need some more alcohol.
DERRICK DIAMOND: You and me both...
The bell has rang as we see Milk Mason square off against Gabriel Reno, who Milk Mason gets right in the face of and tries to impose his will upon Gabriel. Who immediately slaps the taste out of the mouth of Mason, causing some milk to shoot out of his mouth as he had clearly intended it to spray it in the face of Reno.
Centurion: Got Milk?
Mason looks staggered, rubbing his jaw as he senses that he had lost his precious milk. Setting himself up to deliver a big boot in the midsection of Reno, only to have it caught by the mat tactician and have it followed by a dragon screw that drops Milk Mason hard to the canvas. He follows it up by placing the leg across the middle rope and then jumps on top of it with a seated position that causes Mason to grab his knee in agonizing pain. Gabriel grabs the bad leg as he drags him towards his corner as he tags in Chris Chaos
Derek Diamond: Let the Chaos commence!!!
Gabriel holds the painful leg exposed to Chaos, giving him the chance to kick it in the back of the knee while the official is counting to five in order for Gabriel to get out of the ring as he does on the count of four. Chaos then locks Mason in a Single Leg Boston Crab, only for Milk to reach for the ropes as this forces the official to ask Chaos to release the hold which he doesn’t. Causing for the official to start to count to five
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Chaos lets go, only to grab the bad leg and drags Milk Mason to the middle of the ring where he locks the Single Leg Boston Crab once again. Milk is scrambling in an attempt to reach towards the ropes, but Chaos has got it locked in deep. Causing Coding Rhodes to run in from behind and decks Chaos from behind with a running clothesline. Totally ignoring the official as he sends Chaos to the outside before dragging his tag team partner to his corner before stepping out of the ring and tags himself in.
Derek Diamond: Man, Coding has gone far hasn’t he??
Centurion: Aren’t you overreacting? He only made it to the middle of the ring!!!
Coding is mocking the crowd, believing that he has eliminated Chaos on the outside, only to turn around and is met by a big time boot in the midsection before levelling Rhodes with a Swinging Neck Breaker. Chaos stands over Rhodes, admiring the damage he has done before dropping down and start to choke him with both hands. Squeezing the throat tight as he counts along with the official as he is using the five count on him.
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Chaos lets go and drops an elbow before spinning Rhodes around and locks him in a Camel Clutch in the middle of the ring. We see Milk Mason renter the ring, attempting to save his partner from the predicament he is in. Only to be Shot Blocked from behind by Gabriel Reno as this forces the already hobbling Milk Mason to be dropped down as Gabriel drags him to the outside of the ring.
Centurion: Let me guess, Milk Mason has come far too??
Derek Diamond: You know that milk leaves a sour taste in my mouth Cent!!!
Gabriel drags Milk to the outside of the ring, whipping him into a steel ring post that causes his milk bottles that were placed in the corner to shatter across the concrete floor. Milk gets spun around by Gabriel, who executes a Belly to Belly Suplex to the outside that causes Milk to be drenched in his own milk.
Meanwhile back in the ring we see that Coding somehow has managed to muster up some strength to get back to his feet while Chris Chaos is across his back as he is still holding on to the chin of Coding. Coding drops down as the impact of the move causes Chaos to relinquish the grip that he has on Coding. Who in return is trying to shake off the cobwebs while trying to look around the ring in order to see where his tag team partner is at.
Centurion: Tough luck for Coding Rhodes that Milk got eliminated on the outside by Reno.
Coding realizes that he has to carry the load for the team at this moment until his tag team partner gets back to assist him. He grabs Chaos by the head, pulls him up to his feet as he scoops him up for a slam. Only to have the veteran slide out of his grip and pushes him into the turnbuckles. There he immediately follows it up with a running clothesline, only for Coding to move out of the way at the final moment. Coding then hits a Swinging Neck Breaker on Chaos and goes for the cover
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The cover was broken up by Gabriel as he delivers an elbow to the back of Coding’s head. He quickly steps through the ropes on the outside as he anticipates the tag from Chaos who slowly moves towards him and tags back in Reno. Who charges in on Coding, grabs him by the head and executes a beautiful German Overhead Suplex. Quickly noticing Milk Mason, who has gotten back on the apron and drops him with a beautiful dropkick after the milk man as stepped inside the ring. This causes Milk to stagger into a neutral corner where Chris Chaos grabs him and pulls him out of the corner. He then grabs hold of him before executing.
Centurion: Dead Man’s Trigger!!!!!
Chaos hits his End of Days on Milk Mason, while we see Gabriel executing a DDT in the middle of the ring before making his intentions felt that he is going to end Coding Rhodes. Running the ropes before jumping the top rope and executes A Springboard Front Leg drop across the back of Coding Rhodes his neck
Derek Diamond: Rater R!!!!!
Gabriel then rolls Coding Rhodes onto his back before going for the cover as the referee starts to use the three count
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WINNERS VIA PINFALL: ICONOCLAST
Match Time: 7:34
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Down in the arena boiler room...
Stepping out of the shadows, Jake The Snake Roberts whispers to the coiled Damien
on his left arm. Delicately rubbing the back of his hand on the crown of his muse.
Jake The Snake Roberts
"We are going to make our mark, Damien!
You'll see. Dubois has adapted well to his new skin,
But everyone needs a little reminder from time to time..."
"You believe in me, right? Trust me, DIII..."
Jake delivers his usual creepy overly raspy laugh, chills run down spines.
Switch to Del flipping in his locker room. Focused and unaware of Jake's whereabouts.
The bell has rang as we see the 4’5 Pogo square off against the 6’3 Jordan Reed. Reed looks at Pogo with a bemused look on his face, telling Ruby Darling that he is going to make short work out of the little clown.
Centurion: Normally I would disagree of taking anyone lightly, but what could this little guy do??
Derek Diamond: Well he could give me Jenny’s Cell number!!
We see Pogo direct his attention towards Stitches, who is whispering some last minute advice into his tiny ear as he nods his head and gives him a high five. Pogo then turns his attention to his opponent, who charges in on him with a baseball slide. This causes Pogo to be dropped to the outside of the ring with a loud thud.
Centurion: I’ve never seen a clown fly before!!!
We see Stitches move over towards his little buddy in an attempt to motivate him to get back to his feet as the official is starting to use the ten count on the little guy. Pogo shakes his head a little, tells Stitches that he is alright and moves over to the steel Steps as he slowly gets to the apron as the count is at seven. He quickly rolls into the ring, where Jordan Reed grabs him and sets him up for a Body Slam. Only to have Pogo surprise him as he sprays water into his face after pushing upon the fake flower on his outfit when being lifted in the air. This causes Jordan to release the tight grip as it gives Pogo the chance to wrap his little legs around the neck of Jordan Reed in an attempt to execute a Hurricanrana, only to fail as he cannot produce any leverage to get the big man down.
Derek Diamond: An A for effort, but a D minus for execution.
Pogo shows some leg strength as he pulls his upper body upwards, causing him to get face to face with an angry looking Jordan Reed who is intending to do some harm to the little fellow. Grabbing Pogo by the arms, pulling him off of him as we see Pogo swing his legs in the air but fails to hit anything. Reed Choke Slams Pogo in the middle of the ring as he has enough of the funny clown stuff. He stands in a corner, measuring the little Pogo who is taking a lot of time to get back to his feet because of the high impact move that was delivered to him by Reed. He finally manages to scramble to his feet, looking around to see where his opponent is before turning around as we see that Reed is about to charge in on the little fellow but turns suddenly turns around
Centurion: What the??
We see two hands having grabbed the ankle of Jordan Reed, the hands turns out to be from Stitches who had hidden himself at ringside and has grabbed the ankle. Reed manages to break free as the official tells Stitches that he has to go backstage and is banned from ringside as this causes a reaction from the crowd.
Derek Diamond: I normally hate cheaters, but he only tried to protect his little friend from something very painful!!
Reed runs in on Pogo, setting him up for kick to the face, but Pogo somehow surprises the bigger wrestler with a Drop Toe Hold, he then immediately climbs up the back of his leg as he locks in a Calf Crusher submission hold.
Centurion: I had not seen this one coming!!
Derek Diamond: He is 4’5 tall, nobody could have seen that one coming!!
Large eyes of shock are shown on the face of Jordan Reed as the camera zooms in on him, he is reaching towards the ropes in an attempt to grab it before realizing it. The official tells Pogo that he has to let go off the hold as he jumps off and starts to jump around happily while putting up his fists against Jordan Reed who is getting back to his feet. Reed realizes that this little guy has got some wrestling moves in his arsenal and nods his head, knowing that he has to take him down and stop taking him lightly. The two circle each other as Pogo tries to stay away from the much larger reach of Jordan Reed, he constantly runs from any attempt of Jordan Reed suddenly grabbing for him. Reed finally intents to jump towards Pogo, who backs off as Reed crashes on the canvas. He then jumps on top of his head as he runs all the way over his back to other side of the ring, only to be caught by a reaching hand from Jordan who slowly gets back to his feet. Jordan drags Pogo to a corner, positions him on top of the top turnbuckle and delivers a big time chop across the chest of the little fellow.
Centurion: My Goodness!!!!
Jordan hits another while holding on to one of the arms of Pogo, making sure that the impact of the chops does not send him to the outside of the ring. He then lift Pogo off the turnbuckle and walks to the middle of the ring, lifting him up high in the air above his head in an attempt of a Gorilla Press Slam before letting go off him as he walks one step away. Only Pogo somehow manages to grab hold of the neck of Reed, wrapping his tiny arms around it so he manages to get behind Reed before moving his tiny arms underneath the armpits of Jordan Reed.
Centurion: What is this little guy trying to do??
Derek Diamond: It looks as if he is trying to lock in a Full Nelson on Jordan Reed.
And indeed that is his intention, but his small arms are unable to reach all the way around before clasping his arms around the neck of Reed. Forcing him to change direction as he grabs hold of the left arm and swings himself onto his chest as his knees come in contact with his chest. He then delivers his version of a European Uppercut to the face of Reed that causes him to stagger a few steps backwards as Pogo manages to land on his feet. Pogo sets himself up to run to the ropes for another offensive move, but gets kicked in the chest by Jordan Reed who had followed him into the ropes. Who then puts Pogo the Clown on top of the turnbuckle and sets him up to deliver an offensive move from that turnbuckle to the ring when suddenly we see the crowd rise as we see the team of Milk Mason and Coding Rhodes appear at ringside. Ruby Darling gets in their faces, trying to prevent them from interfering in Jordans match. This distraction causes Jordan Reed to turn his attention away from the clown, screaming at them to go to the back before turning his attention back to Pogo. Pogo sprays some more water into the face of Jordan Reed as the official’s back is turned as he is trying to get Coding Rhodes and Milk Mason out of the building.
Centurion: That clown used that water trick once again!!!
This causes Jordan Reed to take a step back in utter surprise, temporarily blinded as Pogo positions himself for a jump towards Reed. He manages to reach Reed as he grabs hold of his face before locking in a Mandible Claw as the official turns around after finally having sent the team of Coding Rhodes and Milk Mason to the back. Pogo uses his head to deliver a few headbutts as well to the forehead of Reed while still having the Mandible Claw locked in as this causes Reed to fall down to the ground.
Derek Diamond: He is going to do it!!!
Centurion: This can’t be right!! He cheated!! It took a distraction of Rhodes and Milk Mason to get the official’s back turned!!
The claw is locked in tight as the official is trying to check in on Reed whether to see if he is still able to compete before sensing that he is out of it and calls for the bell in a shock turn of events.
Centurion: I can’t believe this!!!
Derek Diamond: Pogo is a hit!! Subscribe to his fan page everybody!!!
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WINNER VIA REFEREE STOPPAGE: POGO
Match Time: 6:12
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The crowd boos as we fade backstage where Coding Rhodes and Milk Mason are snickering with their handiwork until they come across Candice Page with her arms crossed.
CANDICE PAGE: I guess you two must be pretty happy with yourselves, right?
MILK MASON: We just gave them a little of what they had coming.
CODING RHODES: Yeah, next time they won’t be so lucky.
Candice nods her head as she intently listens.
CANDICE PAGE: Oh, is that right? I’m glad you seem to think so because you’ve the way I see it is at First Dance we’re going to settle this once and for all when the two of you meet Jorden Reed and Ruby Darling in a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE match!
Milk and Coding start complaining collectively yet Candice simply states.
CANDICE PAGE: That’s all.
Candice leaves Coding and Milk. Coding smacks Milk in the back of the head.
CODING RHODES: I told you that was a stupid idea!
Coding storms off leaving Milk Mason as the scene cuts.
CENTURION: Time to see which of these relative newcomers to WGWF can do here at the beginning of 2024! Both have extremely high potential.
DERRICK DIAMOND: And both have extremely incredible hair.
CENTURION: …
DERRICK DIAMOND: You know it’s true.
Suddenly, Jenny Myst’s music begins to play, as she makes her way over to the announce table. Bobby Ray Willis watches her the whole way, shaking his head, as she takes her spot to the side of Centurion.
CENTURION: Nice of you to join us, Jenny.
JENNY MYST: Hello boys! Happy to be part of this broadcast team while we watch the JV team warm up for the big game! Quite frankly, I find it adorable.
Willis is still glancing over at the announce table when the bell sounds, starting this one. Startled, Willis turns back, looking over at the referee for confirmation. At the same time, though, Cain is coming in, taking full advantage of Willis being off-balance. He flies in, grabbing Willis by the head, and landing Gotcha!! Willis is down, with Cain quickly rolling him over to make the cover, grabbing at the legs…
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And Willis shoves free, managing to avoid the quick loss. He rolls over to his stomach, trying to recover, as Cain gets up. He immediately drops an elbow right into Willis’ back, flattening him to the mat. Willis pushes back up, but Cain drops a second elbow, then a third, focusing his attacks on Willis’ spinal cord. He then grabs Cain by the head, putting him into a chinlock and pulling backwards, as Willis struggles to pry Cain’s hands off of him. He manages it, breaking free, before rolling himself out of the ring to buy himself some recovery time.
CENTURION: Cain is off to a fast start!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Willis needs a break to get his head straight, especially since Cain tried to rip it off his head. Not a great beginning for Bobby Ray…
JENNY MYST: I never see domination from him. I see survival. I admire that, in a way. But you can only run away for so long before your legs get tired. That’s when I’ll cut them off.
She giggles.
Cain seems content to wait for Willis to come back in, giving him a casual “Come At Me” wave of his fingers. Willis, upset, smacks the apron, then seems to take a deep breath, before climbing upwards. He gets to the top, as if about to step through the ropes, when Cain comes at him, grabbing Willis by the hair. But Willis was expecting it, immediately dropping himself downwards off the apron! Willis loses at least a few hairs from Cain’s grip, but Cain gets his throat popped by the top rope, flinging him backwards as he grabs at his windpipe! Willis, feeling smug, comes back into the ring quickly now, going after Cain with stiff left jabs, rocking him.
Cain swings back, catching Willis with a shot on his jaw, staggering him. Cain then comes forward, but Willis comes right back with a rake of the eyes, taking Cain’s vision away from him! Cain stumbles back, rubbing at his eyes, as the referee gives Willis a warning. But Willis isn’t concerned with that at all. He grabs Cain by the head, taking him over next to the ropes, and begins to drag Cain eyes-first across the top rope!! Cain yells out, shoving Willis off of him, but Cain’s eyes have to be inflamed now. He stumbles against the ropes, swinging wildly, as Willis stays out of range, completely pleased with his actions.
JENNY MYST: He has to cheat to win. He doesn’t have the talent to get it done on his own. I am prepared for him to pull some tricks, and best believe I will have some up my sleeve too.
DERRICK DIAMOND: But you don’t wear sleeves.
JENNY MYST: I know! Isn’t that great?!
The referee steps in, wanting to check on Cain’s ability to continue. Cain grabs him by the shirt, almost ready to crack the ref’s skull, but he stops in time, with the ref shouting out who he was. Cain lets him go, but now Willis is behind him, lifting Cain up for an atomic drop… only to drop him across the top rope instead!! Cain sags there, hurting badly, as Willis starts rocking the ropes up and down, trying to do more damage! The referee again warns Willis, threatening him with a disqualification, with Willis raising his hands innocently, as if this was all just a lucky coincidence. He steps away, as Cain falls back into the ring, struggling to pull himself together.
With a smirk, Willis taunts Cain, laughing about how the old boy can’t see him. He even does the wave in front of his own face, enjoying himself. However, Willis gets a little too close, as Cain, still blurry-eyed, is able to suddenly kick Willis in the gut, startling him and bending him over. Cain reacts instantly, locking up Willis and delivering the Concussion On Delivery (Double Arm DDT)!!! Willis is down, knocked senseless, as Cain gives his eyes another pass before finally rolling over for the cover, hanging onto Willis as the ref gets into place.
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TH-and Willis kicks out!
CENTURION: Cain nearly stole this one there, despite all of Willis’ tactics!
JENNY MYST: Almost gotcha! You gotta be better than that, Petey! Nananana! You’re gonna looooossseeeee.
As Willis tries to recover, holding his head, Cain has rolled back out of the ring. He staggers over to the barricade, talking to a couple of fans there, including one lady holding a water bottle. Cain says something to the lady, which apparently doesn’t go over well, as she splashes the water into his face! But Cain blinks and rubs his eyes clear, thanking her, before turning back to the ring… as Willis stops short, having been about to ambush Cain from behind! Willis raises a hand, as if explaining that he was just coming to help out, but Cain doesn’t buy it, snapping off a roundhouse kick that takes Willis down! Cain stands over Willis, annoyed with him, as he pulls the wrestler back up and sends him back into the ring.
As Cain follows in, though, Willis spins himself on the ground, managing to kick Cain in the head from a sideways position! Cain rolls to the side, having been kicked just above the eyebrow, as Willis gets back to his feet, looking a little off-balance himself. He waits for Cain to pull himself up in the corner, then charges, running into Cain with all his weight, landing an avalanche! Cain slumps in the corner, with Willis moving in next to him. He pushes Cain up to the second turnbuckle, then follows, grabbing hold of Cain’s head… and giving him a second-turnbuckle superplex! Cain takes most of the impact, as Willis is able to roll himself over for the cover, grabbing for as much tights as he can get without the referee noticing.
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THR-and Cain is able to kick out, even with the tights being held!
JENNY MYST: Dang. So close. Come on Urijah, get your head out of your ass!
DERRICK DIAMOND: You just trashed Willis for cheating, now you’re encouraging it from Cain?!
JENNY MYST: I know! Isn’t that great?
CENTURION: I hate both of you.
Cain works his way to his feet, trying to recover, as Willis gets in behind him. He then rakes his nails straight down Cain’s back, causing him to yell out in pain as he stumbles away, trying to get out of range. The referee isn’t pleased, but Willis goes right back to a second nail rake, leaving more red marks across Cain’s back. Cain gets to the ropes, hanging onto them as he feels the burning on his back. Willis, pleased with how well this is going, comes in for a third time… but he goes to the nail well too many times, as Cain suddenly springs from the ropes and gets a Pele kick, nailing Willis right in the face!! Willis takes a couple of steps, looking around briefly, before finally dropping with a flop, out of it!
With his opponent down, Cain retreats to the corner, lining up Willis in his crosshairs. As Willis slowly gets up, trying to clear his head, Cain comes running at him, landing the Hollow Point (Busaiku Knee) and sending Willis straight back down to the mat! Cain takes a few extra seconds to pull himself together before finally rolling over to make the cover, as the referee drops next to both men so he can see the shoulders.
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TH-and again, Willis kicks out!
JENNY MYST: Wooooooza. Is it hot in here or is it this action, Derrick? Cent? Top tier action here on Brawl, call your local cable provider today!
DERRICK DIAMOND: I sense some sarcasm there.
JENNY MYST: Is it that obvious?
Cain looks ready to end this one now, as he gets to his feet, running his arm once more over his injured eyes before stepping up to the rising Willis. He grabs hold of the wrestler, lifting him up into a Tombstone position for the Raising Cain!! But before Cain can finish the maneuver, he suddenly drops Willis back to the mat, reeling backwards towards the ropes, his arms protectively over his private regions as he groans in pain! The referee, having seen nothing, steps forward, confused, but Cain can’t talk to him, still wincing badly. He straightens up, trying to ignore the agony he’s in, as he turns to Willis… who comes racing at him, nailing Cain with Greetings From Texas!!!
The lariat lands perfectly… almost too perfectly, as Cain crashes backwards, then rolls with the momentum, landing near the edge of the ring. He slides backwards, off the apron, as Willis, seeing him, desperately tries to grab his leg, to no avail. Cain falls out of the ring, with Willis angrily slapping the mat in frustration. He tells the ref to hold off a moment and slides out of the ring, dropping next to Cain. He hauls the man up, almost like dead weight, struggling to get Cain back into the ring. Finally, he does so, getting Cain to roll further in before following him and making the cover, nodding to the referee to do his job.
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THRE-NO!! Cain kicks out! Willis can’t believe it. He tells the ref to try again, better this time, as he gets a tighter grip on Cain.
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THR-NO! Cain kicks out again, stronger than before! Willis, frustrated now, tries a third time, desperate to hang on.
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THR-NO! Cain won’t stay down!
CENTURION: Trying the same thing over and over and expecting different results is the definition of insanity.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Speaking of…
JENNY MYST: Yay! Go Urijah! Atta boy! Do you think he likes spongecake? If he beats Boberto here, I’ll order him some. There’s a really good bakery in Vegas that makes it…..its SOOOOO good!
Willis gets to his feet, saying that there’s no way that one of those pins shouldn’t have been it. He confronts the ref, asking if he’s been bribed, and if there’s a higher amount he should aim for, but the ref vehemently denies any foul play. He tells Willis to get back to work, so Willis shakes his head and pulls Cain up. He looks at the stunned wrestler, then goes to the ropes, building up momentum and coming back with another Greetings From Texas lariat!! But Cain ducks under it! Willis, surprised, puts on the brakes, turning around and rushing back at his opponent. But Cain catches him in a fireman’s carry, quickly landing Protect Ya Neck! The ushigoroshi maneuver lands perfectly, taking Willis down, but Cain immediately collapses himself, unable to capitalize.
The referee, watching both men, has to start his 10 count, raising his fingers over each of them as he counts away. The crowd, who has been fairly split throughout this match, pushes for someone to get up, not wanting to see this one end on a double countout. Slowly, Cain sits up, shaking his head clear. Nearby, Willis sits up as well, grabbing at his neck as if feeling the muscles there cramp up. Both men get to their knees, turning to each other and raising their fists. Willis then lashes out, going for the eyes again, but this time Cain blocks it, knocking his hand away… then slashing his own hand across Willis’ eyes!! Willis yells out, falling backwards, as Cain looks on triumphantly.
CENTURION: What’s good for the goose is good for the gander!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Huh? Who says that anymore?
JENNY MYST: Fun and games aside, fellas. Let's get down to Brass tacks. Neither of these also-rans can wash my laundry, much less take this title. I am going to be the TV champion for a long time, and if Bobby Bear has an issue with it he can take it up with me at First Dance.
Holding his head, Willis stares over at Jenny. Cain reaches down to pick up Willis and shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Willis bounces off the near side and ducks under a lariat from Cain, Willis bounces off the far side and as Cain spins around Willis turns him inside out with GREETINGS FROM TEXAS!
Willis makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
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2!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: BOBBY RAY WILLIS
Match Time: 11:21
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CENTURION: What the hell?!
DERRICK DIAMOND: It appears we have lost connection to the network. Those of you at home if you’re hearing this we apologize and will get back to you as soon as can—---
DO YOU FEEL FEAR?
DO YOU FEEL PAIN?
ARE YOU READY?
TO FACE YOUR SYNNS?
Ready
Set
..............Go
Run.
We are backstage where Pogo and Stitches are seated upon a few crates while playing a game of cards as Pogo tilts his head towards his fellow friend.
Pogo: Did you see my win out there, Stitches?? Wasn’t it great??
Stitches scratches his head as he looks at his cards, clearly he is being dealt a bad hand as he starts to bite on his fingers. Making a face of nearly vomiting when realizing it he chewed on his glove.
Stitches: Yuck!!!
He looks left and right, searching for something to drink unable to find a glass
Pogo: Over here Stitches
Stitches turns his head towards Pogo, who uses his fake flower upon his little jacket as he pushes upon his secret button as water sprays into the face of his friend.
Stitches: Oh thanks Pogo, I really needed that. The weather forecast called for clear skies not rain, you little jerk.
He says while cleaning his face with an old and used handkerchief he found. Where did it come from? Who knows. All of the sudden the two clowns hear a female voice.
Some chatter is heard in the distance. The camera pans over to reveal where the sound is coming from. The Cassette Collective approach Pogo and Stitches with a smile on their faces, excited about this meetup. In their hands, they present a nicely wrapped gift while anticipating their introduction to them.
KC Cooper: Hello, mates. I hope we weren't interrupting anything important. You may not be familiar with the two of us. I'm KC, and this is my mate, Pax. We've been in the Christmas spirit so much that we volunteered to help Santa Claus wrap up gifts and deliver them in the mail to the locker room.
Pax nods her head, anxious to hand over the gift, while Pogo and Stitches look at them curiously.
Pax Egan: We thought it would be a great idea to hand you both yours in person. There's no need to give us anything in return. We just wanted to do something nice, so here are your gifts.
Pax and KC hand them the gifts and wait for them to rip the packaging open to see their reactions.
Pogo blinks his eyes, looks at the two ladies before turning his attention towards his friend. This happens several times before he swallows hard before once again towards the Cassette Collective
Pogo: You got gifts?? For us??
He quickly spits upon his little paws, runs his hands through his fake clown hair to get them decent before it jumps back to where it was before. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation before diving his little hands the pockets of his jacket as he hands a card towards the ladies.
Pogo: I know it isn’t much, but I got a special holiday offer to join my fan page for free. And every tenth signee gets a special video message from yours truly.
He smiles at the ladies, who look at each other as there is a telepathic battle amongst them as to who accepts the card.
Pax Egan: We love fan sites. We follow a ton of them on our Myspace page, don't we, KC.
KC nods, and they gaze down at the card that was given to them. After a few minutes, they looked appalled at what they read. It must have been some kind of joke, but it was clear that KC and Pax did not find humor in this situation, as they crossed their arms and looked at the both of them.
Pax Egan: I don't know what kind of sick joke this is, but this is not the fan site we were referring to. We are not a part of OnlyFans. You picked the wrong girls.
Pogo scratches his head, clearly not realizing why the girls are so upset.
Pogo: I only take pictures, make funny videos and chat. I only thought we could become friends. Does this mean we can’t keep our presents??
Pogo looks very upset, almost as if he is about to burst out and cry when Candice Page enters the scene.
CANDICE PAGE: Well now, isn’t this a site for sore eyes?
Candice reaches out for the card and KC hands it over. Candice begins to read the card before stopping and cutting her attention toward Pogo and Stitches.
CANDICE PAGE: That’s not very nice. The way I see it is like this, First Dance the Clown World Order vs The Cassette Collective… maybe that will teach you two a little respect.
Pogo looks up at Stitches, then towards The Cassette Collective before turning towards Candice Page and swallows. He is about to react, but Stitches silences him by placing his hand upon his mouth.
Stitches: I want to thank you for the gifts and I am sure that Pogo only wanted to make friends with you, his methods are sometimes questionable aren’t they Pogo??
Pogo is about to say something, but his words are silenced by Stitches as he startst o nod his head for him to agree..
Stitches: We gladly accept the challenge this tag team match, i am sure that we will settle our differences inside the ring.
He puts on a big smile towards the Cassette Collective while holding a death grip upon Pogo who is struggling to get loose.
The Cassette Collective thinks about the offer before giving an answer.
KC Cooper: We just feel disrespected, and we expected this to go a totally different way, but I guess that is our fault for being too kind.
Pax, who looks more angry, rips the card to pieces and shakes her head.
Pax Egan: You know what, mate, I think this challenge laid out for us is perfect. It gives us the opportunity to not only get back in the ring, but also to teach these two clowns a lesson.
Pax looks at Candice and smirks.
Pax Egan: Miss Candice, we accept the offer.
Pogo finally manages to free himself from the grip from Stitches as he rubs his tiny hands across his clowns hair before putting on his goofiest smile.
Pogo: Maybe after our match we can still be friends!!! Just like me and Miss Jenny??
He extends his little hand to the girls with a look of sincerity.
The girls look down at his hand and nod their heads.
KC Cooper: I don't see that happening. Just to think we were going to give you both our scrunchies and invite you over to see our Saved by the Bell collection, but you don't deserve it after all. Now, if you'll excuse us, we've got that match to prepare for.
Pax and KC turn on their heels and leave the scene, angry over the fallout of that conversation.
Both clowns look at the two walk away before turning their attention back at each other, Stitches has an angry look on his face.
Stitches: See what you got ourselves into Pogo?? I guess I am going to prepare for my match as well.
Stitches walks off as that leaves Pogo with a sad look on his face.
Pogo: It’s a blessing and a curse to be this cute.
He shrugs as he waves to the camera as the shot fades.
The camera cuts to the back, where we see the door that leads to the basement stairwell of the arena. The door swings open, and Peter Vaughn steps out, earning a mixture of boos and cheers for the former World Heavyweight Champion. He turns back, looking at the maintenance guy behind him.
PETER VAUGHN: I think that should fix the problem. It’s always annoying when a valve gets jammed up, isn’t it?
CUSTODIAN: Again, I’m sorry that your locker room was too hot, Mr. Vaughn. But I’m thankful for your help.
PETER VAUGHN: Not a problem. I’ll send you guys a bill.
The custodian laughs, at least until he sees that Vaughn’s not joining in. He then looks concerned, turning and going back downstairs, while Vaughn makes his way down the hallway. He turns a corner, and then comes to a stop, staring forward.
PETER VAUGHN: Well, well, well…
The camera zooms out, giving us a better shot of the hallway… and showing CJ Phoenix standing there! The two men face off, staring at each other, as the crowd can be heard cheering this potential confrontation.
PETER VAUGHN: So you're out looking for me. CJ? Can’t wait until First Dance?
Phoenix gives a short laugh, shaking his head.
CJ PHOENIX: You really are full of yourself, you know that? You think I’m only in the arena because of you? I’ve got other business, along with friends to cheer on as they take over what used to be yours.
Vaughn’s face tightens for a second, and then he relaxes again. But Phoenix notices it.
CJ PHOENIX: Is that why my presence here bothers you so much? Because you know that the WGWF is going to have bigger stars in 2024?
PETER VAUGHN: Now why would that bother me? It just lines up more guys for someone like me to humble… guys like you.
Vaughn steps closer, with the two basically being nose-to-nose. The intensity could be cut by a machete.
CJ PHOENIX: You can still turn back, you know. You can still walk away from this match and depart into the night, safe from me tearing down your legacy here. You can still save yourself.
Vaughn seems to consider this for a moment, thinking it over. He then turns back to Phoenix with a shrug.
PETER VAUGHN: I’ve never wanted to be safe before. Why start now?
With that, Vaughn catches Phoenix with a right hand, knocking him back! Phoenix comes right back with a shot of his own, and quickly the two men are brawling in the middle of the hallway! The crowd is cheering, even as we hear startled shouts and screams from those caught near the melee. Both men land some good shots as they move up the hallway, fighting it out, until security guards come running in from every direction, trying to break things up. The crowd starts a “Let Them Fight!” chant, but it does no good, as security is quickly overwhelming the two men, pushing them back to opposite walls as Candice Page steps into view.
CANDICE PAGE: No, I don’t think so! We’re not ruining a marquee match-up for First Dance! Guards, take Vaughn that way, and you guys, take Phoenix the opposite. Both of you are done for the night!
Neither Vaughn nor Phoenix seem satisfied with this arrangement, as both try to break through security, only to get pushed back as more guys show up. They’re soon separated, as we head back to ringside.
The live crowd boos intently as Paul Page walks out to the top of the ramp with no music and begins walking toward the ring.
CENTURION: Hang on just a second, that’s PAUL PAGE, we saw him earlier tonight with the Fortunate Ones but he wasn’t arrested with the group. What the hell is he doing?
DERRICK DIAMOND: It looks like he’s headed to the ring!
CENTURION: I can see that.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Then why did you ask?
Paul Page climbs up on the ring apron before stepping through the ropes where he calls for the microphone. Paul takes center ring as he begins addressing the crowd.
PAUL PAGE: I don’t expect respect from any of you when my brother doesn’t even acknowledge my existence while his wife has my friends in the Fortunate Ones arrested for trespassing.
The crowd boos louder.
PAUL PAGE: Go figure my brother hiding behind his wife, sounds pretty normal… especially considering how he grew up…
Suddenly…
The crowd erupts!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Hold on a second!
Paul Page turns toward the top of the ramp to see Chris Page saunter through the curtain.
CENTURION: CHRIS PAGE IS HERE!
Paul Page looks like he’s seen a ghost as we see Chris start to make his way toward the ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I don’t think Paul Page was expecting this…
Chris Page reaches ringside as he calls for a second microphone before climbing up on the apron where he steps through the ropes and looks across the ring at Paul Page. The music fades away as we see Paul about to speak. Chris raises his microphone cutting him off.
CHRIS PAGE: Shut up!
The crowd roars loudly as Paul Page seems disrespected. Chris raises his head and glances over at Paul.
CHRIS PAGE: So you’re Paul Page.
Chris turns his attention toward the crowd while stating.
CHRIS PAGE: Happy New Year, by the way.
Appluase is heard from the crowd as Chris turns his attention back toward Paul.
CHRIS PAGE: I have a few questions for ya.
Paul looks to answer but once again Chris shuts him down.
CHRIS PAGE: When we were growing up, what city were we raised in?
Paul looks to answer, no dice.
CHRIS PAGE: Was our driveway long and even or hilly?
Paul raises his microphone and this time Chris doesn’t cut him off.
PAUL PAGE: What are you getting at? Are you out here to try and tell the world we aren’t brothers? Everyone knows we grew up in Detroit…
Chris cuts him off.
CHRIS PAGE: You’re sure about that? I mean, we grew up in the same house… right? I mean, I’m asking because I was born in Detroit, but I wasn’t raised there. Where were we raised? You know, right?
Paul Page begins to stutter.
CHRIS PAGE: Let me tell you, Rochester Hills, Michigan.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: I didn’t have to out you, you just outed yourself.
The crowd pops as Chris begins to remove his sportcoat and drapes it over the top rope.
CHRIS PAGE: The truth is I grew up an only child who was raised by his aunt because his dad was too busy being a professional wrestler to give a shit about what he called his biggest mistake! The truth is I got into professional wrestling to erase his memory for the annals of history… and that’s exactly what I’ve done twenty times over.
The tone in Chris’s voice begins to shift to a more stern, serious one.
CHRIS PAGE: The truth is that I never had a brother, and if I did… He wouldn’t look like someone named after spaghetti sauce.
Chris lowers the microphone where he begins to unbutton the sleeves of his white dress shirt and rolls them up one at a time while the crowd gets louder and louder.
CHRIS PAGE: The truth is that fucking around with J Mont has now put you in harm's way because much like you’re a fraud Page, he’s a fraud wrestler; and much like you’ve exposed yourself… I’ll be sure to make sure he exposes himself, again, at Last Dance on January 28th, but before we get there I wanted to come out here tonight so that you could do me a solid and send a message to J Mont whenever he’s done being plowed from behind in the slammer.
Paul Page throws a punch at Chris who blocks and Chris counters with a headbutt across the bridge of the nose of Paul! Chris drives Paul Page back against the buckles of a corner before bringing him out with an overhead release belly-to-belly suplex!
CENTURION: Paul Page is a fraud that’s been exposed!
Paul Page scurries to his feet where he is sent over the top rope with a lariat sending Paul over the top rope and out to the floor! Chris drops down to the mat and rolls out to the floor where he kicks Paul Page in the head before tossing the ring apron back!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Not only that, but Chris Page is sending a message to J Mont through him!
The crowd explodes as Chris pulls out a Barbed Wire Wrapped Steel Chair.
CENTURION: BARBIE!
Chris slides the chair into the ring before turning his attention back toward Paul Page. Chris picks him up and tosses him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Chris slides into the ring where he gets to his feet and picks up Barbie.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Page has Barbie and Paul Page is in his sights.
Chris measures Paul who is pushing himself up off the mat and getting back to his feet. Chris comes forward splitting Paul’s dome wide open with a vile chair shot from Barbie. Paul Page crumbles to the mat, blood pouring from his forehead. There is a massive chant of “CCP! CCP! CCP!” echoing throughout the arena.
CENTURION: Paul Page has been split wide open!
Chris Page drops Barbie on the mat before immediately picking Paul Page up where he positions him and drives him down into the barbed wire wrapped chair with a Page Plant! The crowd roars loudly as Chris gets back to his feet, picking up one of the microphones as he stands over Paul Page and gazes directly into the hard camera.
CHRIS PAGE: J Mont, game over.
Chris drops the microphone and stomps down on the back of Paul’s head driving it into the barbed wire one last time before we fade to commercial.
The opening bell sounds for our Main Event. Spencer Adams, Devlin Knight, and Tristan Slater talk over who is starting, and before it gets to a debate Tristan steps out to the ring apron followed by Spencer. On the other side of the ring Artemis and Dubois are on the apron leaving Austin Ramsey to start things off.
CENTURION: We are kicking off 2024 with a huge Six-Person Tag showcasing the participants of the First Dance Elimination Chamber. Austin Ramsey is starting for his team and Devlin Knight is starting for his.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I wonder how both of these teams will get along, to be fair. Austin has issues with everyone, including himself at times.
Austin and Devlin circle each other but before they can lock up Slater reaches over the top rope and blind tags the back of Knight. Slater steps through the ropes where Devlin has words with him while he exits the ring. Tristan doesn’t waste time in walking up to Austin and slapping him across the face!
CENTURION: Well damn.
Austin holds the side of his face where he was slapped as a sly smirk starts to appear before lunging at Slater and taking him down with a double leg! Austin floats around into a full mount where he starts unloading with a series of right hands! The referee lays the count to Austin who gets to his feet at the four count. Ramsey reaches down picking Slater up only to eat a jawbreaker for his troubles. Slater steps up to his feet lacing Ramsey across the chest with a knife-edge chop which echoes throughout the area while knocking Ramsey back into a neutral corner. Slater charges in but Austin catches him with a reverse elbow rocking Slater back toward the center of the ring. Austin comes out from the corner with a Superkick attempt but Slater catches the foot and transitions into a Dragon Screw Leg Whip. Slater doesn’t release the ankle and transitions into an Ankle Lock Submission!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Austin’s in trouble in the early goings!
Or is he? The referee asks him to surrender which Ramsey refuses and pushes up off the mat before rolling through the Ankle lock which sends Slater spilling out to the floor through the ropes. Ramsey is back to his feet where he bounces off the far side and gains a full head of steam where he dives through the ropes with a Suicide Dive crashing into Slater and sending Tristan back into the guardrail while Austin lands on his feet! Austin quickly takes Slater and hurls him back into the ring where Ramsey climbs up on the apron and lands a slingshot leg drop across Tristan’s throat!
Ramsey makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
TH…
Kick out by Slater.
CENTURION: Beautiful slingshot leg drop by Ramsey but only good for a two count.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I am so excited for First Dance, one of these six will be crowned the new Intercontinental Champion.
CENTURION: And whoever it is will have to earn it because they’re going to have to go through hell inside the Elimination Chamber to procure it.
Austin gets to his feet where he picks Slater up off the mat and takes him back into the ropes where he looks for the Irish Whip, Slater reverses and Austin bounces off the ropes and into a reverse elbow from Slater sending Austin to the mat. Slater turns and tags Spencer Adams into the mat, Adams steps through the ropes entering the ring while Slater exits to the apron. We can see some words being had between Slater and Devlin. Adams picks Austin up and delivers a scoop slam.
Spencer lands a standing moonsault where he presses the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Austin pops a shoulder off the mat.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Adams wasting no time in trying to end this one.
Spencer is the first to his feet where he picks Austin Ramsey up and rocks him with a hard right hand knocking him back into the ropes. Spencer comes forward and shoots Austin across the ring, as he shoots him with the Irish Whip it’s Dubois who makes a blind tag to the back of Ramsey as he bounces off the near side, and baseball slides between the legs of Adams before getting back to his feet, Adams spins around but its Dubois who springboards off the top rope with a bulldog driving Adams down into the mat. Dubois makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Adams escapes with a kick out.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Dubois with a near fall on Adams following that blind tag.
Dubois gets back to his feet where he picks Adams up and drives him back into a neutral corner. Dubios drives several shoulder blocks to the midsection of Adams before bringing him out of the corner with a snap mare followed by a shining wizard! Dubois makes another cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Adams kicks out again. Dubois is back to his feet where attention is drawn toward the top of the ramp to find Jake “The Snake” Roberts with Damien over his shoulders walking toward the ring!
CENTURION: Jake Roberts with Damien is headed to the ring!
Dubois slides out to the floor meeting Jake at the foot of the ramp. Dubois is seen asking Jake for Damien.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Dubois is asking for Damien!
Jake takes Damien off his shoulders and faints like he’s going to give the python to Dubois before drawing Damien back with a squint turning his back on Dubois and heading back up the ramp. Damien goes back over his neck, and it’s Damien who looks back toward Dubois with a longingly gaze in his eyes. Dubois turns back around toward the ring where Spencer Adams lands a springboard Shooting Star Press crashing down on top of Dubois! The crowd roars as Adams pops back up to his feet and picks Dubois up where he hurls him under the bottom rope. Adams climbs up on the ring apron and scales the turnbuckles up to the top rope where he leaps off with a diving elbow drop across the sternum of Dubois!
Adams makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Dubois kicks out!
CENTURION: Adams nearly put Dubois away!
Spencer is back to his feet where he picks Dubois up and twists the right arm while backing up into his corner where Devlin Knight makes the tag. Devlin steps through the ropes and Tristan Slater immediately makes a blind tag to Knight! Devlin spins around as Slater climbs up to the top rope and jumps over him with a double axe handle to the twisted arm and shoulder of Dubois. Spencer questions Slater before he and Devlin step back out to the ring apron. Slater picks Dubois up off the mat and locks in a front face lock where he hoists Duboi up and drives him down with a Brainbuster.
Slater floats over into a cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Dubois kicks out! Slater gets back to his feet where he reaches down and picks Dubois up only to see Dubois counter with a jawbreaker that sends Slater back into the ropes, Slater bounces forward off the ropes where Dubois drives a boot to the midsection and lands a Canadian Destroyer!
Dubois quickly makes a cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Slater pops a shoulder to a pop from the crowd.
DERRICK DIAMOND: PEACE OUT PILEDRIVER… for just a two count.
CENTURION: That hasn’t been a finish in a decade.
Dubois finds his way back to his feet where he picks Slater up and drives him back into the corner housing Artemis and Ramsey. Artemis makes the tag and enters the ring to boos from the crowd. Artemis starts hammering away at Slater while Dubois holds him back against the corner. The referee lays the count to Dubois who steps out to the apron at the four count. Artemis brings Slater out from the corner with a side-Russian leg sweep! She floats over into a cover hooking the leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Slater escapes with a kick out while Artemis gets to her knees complaining about a slow count while getting to her feet. She stomps away at Slater before picking him up off the mat. Artemis shoots Slater into a neutral corner and charges in after him, Slater sidesteps Artemis and sends her crashing into the buckles. She spins around to eat a running step-up knee to the chin from Slater who follows up by bringing Artemis out of the corner with a running bulldog headlock driving her into the mat! Slater gets back to his feet and calls for his finish when he’s slapped across the back with a blind tag from Devlin Knight! Knight steps into the ring and immediately he and Slater go nose to nose. The referee lays the count to Tristan who is pulled back to the corner by Spencer Adams. Slater steps out to the apron at the referee’s four count but it’s the distraction that allows Artemis to roll up Devlin with a School Girl.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Knight kicks out!
CENTURION: You can almost sense this thing with Slater and Knight is reaching a boiling point. Can they coexist to get through this match?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Spencer Adams tried to place peacemaker, you can’t fault him for trying to keep things together while the match is in progress.
Knight beats Artemis to their feet where he catches her with a spinning backfist sending her spilling out to the floor where we see Donatello quickly at her side helping her back up to her feet. Knight slides out to the floor taking Artemis and her muse by the heads before slamming them together!
CENTURION: COCONUTS!
Knight hurls Artemis back into the ring while Donatello falls to the floor. Knight slides back into the ring and gets to his feet. Knight sizes Artemis up as she works her way back to a vertical base and spins around where Knight takes Artemis up into the air with a Fireman’s Carry!
DERRICK DIAMOND: DEVLIN’S LOOKING FOR KNIGHT-KNIGHT!
Artemis quickly gouges the eyes of Devlin before sliding down his back! Artemis spins Knight around and goes on a PAINTBRUSH BARRAGE! She lands six slaps across the face of Knight and follows up with a spin kick to the midsection and plants him with a DDT!
Artemis makes another cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Knight pops a shoulder off the mat to a huge ovation. Artemis gets back to her feet where she heads to her corner and tags Austin with a paintbrush slap! The crowd boos intently as Artemis points at Devlin while shouting at Austin. We see Austin step through the ropes where he slaps Artemis! The crowd erupts as Artemis can’t believe it! Donatello jumps up on the apron trying to get at Austin but it’s Ramsey who superkicks him off the apron!
CENTURION: Austin Ramsey isn’t taking any crap from anybody!
Artemis reluctantly steps out to the apron of the ring but when Austin turns his attention toward Devlin it’s Knight who takes Ramsey down with a Sling Blade! Knight gets back to his feet where he picks Austin up off and takes him back into the ropes, Austin is sent across the ring with an Irish Whip. Ramsey bounces off the ropes ducking under a lariat from Knight, he bounces off the the nearside and catches Knight with a Flying Forearm!
Austin nips up to his feet where he catches Devlin with an inverted Atomic Drop.
Austin backs up and looks for a Superkick!
Knight catches the foot and spins Austin around in a circle before superkicking the right knee out from under Devlin dropping him to one knee. Austin follows up bouncing off the ropes where he hits a vicious V-Trigger to Knight knocking him backward to the mat. Austin makes the cover hooking the leg!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Devlin escapes with another kick out!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Imagine what it’s going to be like at Monday Night Brawl’s First Dance when all six of these talented performers will be fending for themselves as it’s everyone for themselves with the Intercontinental Championship up for grabs.
CENTURION: One of these six will become only the second Intercontinental Champion since the WGWF relaunched, but tonight it’s going to be able who hold it together as a team versus who implodes first.
Austin gets back to his feet where he picks Devlin up and slams him down with a body slam. Austin points up to the top rope to a pop from the crowd. Austin steps out to the ring apron and begins climbing up to the top rope. Austin reaches the top turnbuckles where he sizes up Knight and sets sail with AIR AUSTIN!
Knight draws the knees up driving them into the midsection of Austin!
Knight then lunges toward his corner where Spencer Adams tags back into the contest. Adams enters the ring and immediately calls for 99 Problems!
CENTURION: Adams hits this it’s going to be over!
Austin begins to push himself up off the mat and as he does Adams explodes toward him looking to land 99 Problems! Austin ducks and the momentum sends Spencer into the ropes where Artemis is there to grab Adams by the throat and drop down to the floor hanging Adams up throat first across the top rope!
Austin gets up and is blind-tagged by Dubois.
Dubois slips into the ring where he hits Iconic Ilk! Dubois makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Devlin Knight dives on top of Dubois making the save! Artemis dives into the ring and goes after Devlin where they spill out to the floor. In the ring Dubois gets back to his feet where he picks up Spencer and brings him in for a front face lock. Dubois looks for the DDT but it’s Adams who counters with a Northern Light Suplex with a bridge!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Dubois escapes with a kick out to a huge gasp from the crowd.
CENTURION: Near fall after near fall!
Spencer pops back up to his feet where he looks for 99 Problems! Dubois narrowly escapes and counters with a roll up!
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WINNERS VIA PINFALL: DUBOIS, ARTEMIS, and AUSTIN RAMSEY
Match Time: 26:34
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CENTURION: Dubois picks up the win over Spencer Adams heading into the Elimination Chamber match at First Dance. If that happens inside the Chamber you can kiss your chances of leaving with the Intercontinental Championship good bye.
Dubois escapes out to the floor with his arms in the air. The sound of pouring rain hits the arena speakers and fans start to look around the arena. A loud crash of thunder hits the speakers that sends a boom throughout the arena, shaking the seats underneath the fans.
DERRICK DIAMOND: What the hell was that?
Another BOOM of thunder hits and the crowd and bright strobe lights positioned throughout the arena flash. The lights then dim and the Tron lights up to footage of thunderstorms and flashing lightning.
Those in the crowd who are aware of the name on the screen get on their feet in excitement.
DERRICK DIAMOND: : What's he doing here?!
CENTURION: Hey... that's the Thunder Pro Wrestling American Champion... that's Maxwell Mason Stone!!
Maxwell Mason Stone slowly emerges from behind the curtain with his TPW American Championship over his shoulder. He looks around at the WGWF crowd and smiles and waves at them. He starts a slow march towards the ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: But why is he here? Is this a declaration of war?
Stone comes to a halt at the center of the entrance ramp and points at Devlin Knight.
CENTURION: Devlin Knight looks like he's seeing a ghost! I don't think he ever expected to see his old rival step foot in the WGWF!
Stone then points to Spencer Adams. Then to Tristan Slater.
Stone picks up his TPW American Championship belt and holds it out in front of him and then points to Dubois. Then Ramsey. Then Artemis. Stone then yells "I'M HERE!"
DERRICK DIAMOND: Has Candice Page just signed TPW American Champion Max Stone to Monday Night Brawl?
CENTURION: Listen to this crowd!
All eyes are locked on Max Stone as he looks down toward the six participants who will be locked inside The Elimination Chamber as we fade to commercial.
As the first cords of “The Enemy” by Godsmack begin to play, the big Texan is out on the stage, and the hate from the crowd is real as they boo him. He is attired in all black, leather duster, trunks, cowboy hat, and boots. He stares downward as the pyro erupts behind him and on both sides. The lights go out and then a single spotlight shines on him. He raises his head up to a more natural position and then looks to the sky. He raises both arms in the “Hook’em Horns” fashion and then snaps his arms back down by his side as pyro erupts from the ring post. He nods his head along with the music as he continues down the ramp as the irate crowd begins littering the ramp with garbage, he pauses there briefly as he stares out an angry crowd. He doesn't stop to wipe his feet on the ring apron before finally entering the ring. He stands in the center of the ring and raises the microphone up.
MAC: If you watched smash this past Monday night you know that your champion is starting to feel the pressure. His armor is cracking and I’m living rent free in his head.
Mac lowers the microphone and chuckles, that sick smile returns to his face as he raises the microphone back up
MAC: I sat at commentary as he defended his title against Grado, I don’t know why Grado was chosen, maybe he wants to defend that title against all the Ramsey’s before he faces me?
The crowd cheers at the mention of the Ramsey name, causing Mac to roll his eyes and snort.
MAC: Cheering them won’t make them winners. Regardless, he couldn’t focus on the task at hand. Just more evidence that I’m under his skin, like a bad Tijuana tattoo. You don’t have to take my word for it, I know that little pretender is in the back just waiting to interrupt my time.
on cue…
The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by J Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play, getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana looking as good as ever, black unbutton guayabera, white slacks and black loafters. Despite his usual good looks, something is clearly very different. He doesn’t have the World Heavyweight championship with him nor does he hold his usual Mezcal cocktail in his hand. He doesn’t take his time like he usually does to soak in the love from the fans, and instead makes his way to the ring with a purpose. He doesn’t approach Mac right away, but paces back and forth with a microphone. Then he comes back to the center of the ring to confront a smirking Mac Bane.
CHOLO: Pretender huh? Being the World Heavyweight Champion of this company hardly makes Cholo that. If you think Cholo is such a pretender, ask the men, tough men, I had to get through to win it… Then ask a lesser man, by looking in the mirror, if Cholo is a pretender… But let’s not go down that road again, we’ve already traveled it too many times. The reason Cholo wanted to come out here tonight is to let you know that the kids whose home you stole, were so excited to open your gifts on Chirstmas morning…. Cholo has never seen so much sadness displayed on so many children all at once… Let me just say now that, if Cholo didn’t think you were this before, he definitely thinks it now: you truly are a son of a bitch.
Mac smirks.
CHOLO: Cholo thought he would bring the gifts tonight for the whole world to see.
Cholo opens it and dumps the contents: lumps of coal… The crowd’s immediate reaction is a chorus of boos directed at Bane who only laughs.
CHOLO: You've hit Cholo where it hurts: his family… Because those kids are his family!
Cholo lowes the mic briefly as he ponders his next words, or perhaps his next move as the crowd watches on with anticipation.
CHOLO: You know Mac, Cholo knows all you are doing is trying to provoke Cholo... Trying to get Cholo to lose the cool he is known and loved all over the world for…
Cholo leaves that statement hanging there for a moment, his jaw squares and the fire comes to his eyes as the throbbing in vein along his temple throbs in time with is pulse.
CHOLO: Well congratulations Mac, you've succeeded!
Cholo unloads on Bane with a snap punch that takes the bigger man by surprise and drops him to one knee. Before Santana can follow up, Mac shoots back to his feet and headbutts Cholo on the bridge of the nose. The impact staggers Cholo back two steps but he comes right back at Bane with a hard right hand that takes the bigger man off his feet. Santana mounts Bane and starts reigning down right hands on his forehead as the crowd is going absolutely wild. Security rushes to the ring to try to separate them but Mac and Cholo make quick work of security and continue to pummel each other with haymakers.
Cholo gets the upper hand again with a series of left crosses that stagger the bigger man back against the ropes. Santana charges and clotheslines Bane over the top rope, he crashes unceremoniously to the floor outside. Cholo follows quickly and gets Mac back on his feet and tries to whip him into the barricade, but Bane reverses it and sends Cholo in instead bringing another steady round of boos from the crowd. Bane moves quickly to follow up on the damage, dragging Cholo back to his feet and rocking him with a series of right crosses to drive him back. They are now on the side of the ramp and fighting towards the back. They continue to fight each other through the back and out into the concession area where the fans can see. Every punch Cholo lands the crowd erupts and every punch Bane lands the respond with boos. For the first time, Mac gains the advantage with a kick to the groin of Cholo, doubling him over. Bane measures him and goes for the knee trembler knee strike to the temple but Cholo raises at the last second and takes Bane down with a handful of hair. The impact leaves Bane dazed and slow to get up. Cholo works quickly to drag him back to his feet and points at a nearby door, he launches Bane into it and the impact sends the door flying open where you can see the parking garage where all the wrestlers park.
A large crowd has gathered near the door where Bane went through, the camera focuses on the license plate of the car which reads “Mont”. Mac rolls to his hands and knees and smiles when he sees it. The smile disappears when Cholo drags him to his feet by his hair. Santana tries to drive Mac’s head into the hood of the car but Mac blocks him. A couple of quick elbows to Cholo’s sternum back him off a few steps, giving Mac the first real space he’s had in this fight so far. Santana tries to charge back in but Bane lowers his head and sends him up and over onto the hood of JMont’s car. Cholo is dazed and Mac looks around and finds what he’s looking for. On top of an equipment box is a 16-pound sledgehammer. Mac grabs it and steps up onto the hood of JMont’s car. Cholo has managed to back away slightly and is resting on the windshield. Mac doesn’t hesitate and brings the sledge crashing down but Cholo is able to avoid it as it smashes the windshield. Cholo is half on and half off of the car as Bane drags him back onto the hood.
Mac knees him in the gut as he raises him back up, then rams him face-first into the shattered windshield! The impact is so great that it drives Cholo into the front seat of JMont’s car! Cholo is motionless for a moment as Mac hops down off the hood of the car, he tries to open the door but it’s locked tight. Cholo looks over at him and smiles, then flips him off as the blood runs down his face onto the leather seats. Mac shrugs and then busts out the driver-side window, sending more glass showering Cholo with it. He reaches in and unlocks the door. Cholo is out the other side before Mac can take advantage. Mac goes around the car where Cholo was waiting and takes Bane down with a diving clothesline, causing Mac to lose his grip on the sledgehammer and it tumbles away.
Santana is back to his feet first, Bane is slower to rise and Cholo slaps him like a bitch. Cholo rips off his shirt and shouts at Mac who is crawling way.
CHOLO: You wanted El Matador pendejo?! You got him!
The emerald green eyes of Bane are now in focus and he returns the favor with a backhanded slap of his own.
MAC: You fucked around, son, and now you find out!
Mac comes at Cholo firing right hands and quickly slams Santana against the side of the car. Mac comes in for another right hand but Cholo uses Bane’s momentum against him pulling him into the car where Mac’s forehead bounces off the passenger window. Cholo doesn’t stop there and continues to ram Mac’s face into that window until it cracks. His mistake was positioning himself behind Bane who mule kicks him in the groin and both men collapse to the ground. Bane stirs first as security can be seen looking around and trying to locate them. Mac drags Cholo back to his feet, he rolls him on top of JMont’s car, dragging him to the roof of the vehicle. Mac gives the cut throat signal as the crowd begins to gather. He puts Cholo in position and lifts him in the air, he moves his arm and drives them both onto the hood of the car with BRANDED! Security finally locates them and gets Mac first, pulling him off of Cholo. Bane yells at Cholo.
MAC: FIRST DANCE WILL BE YOUR LAST DANCE!
Santana is being helped off the car on the other side but he pushes security away. The two men glare at each other with pure hatred, both covered in blood from their faces to their chests. One more act of defiance from Cholo as he flips Bane off with both hands. Monday Night Brawl fades to black
Match Credits: Goth, Terry Marshall, Jenny Myst, Chris Page
Segments: The Fortunate Ones, Lexi Gold, Dubois, Goth, Chris Page, Max Stone, Artemis, Peter Vaughn, CJ Phoenix, Cassette Collective, Pogo and Stitches, Mac Bane, Cholo
Graphics: Chris Page
[/i][/font][/font][/div][/i][/div]A Brinks armored bank truck is pulling up. The flashes are going off from the camera. The paparazzi are reporting this live as we speak. The fans are screaming.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Bonuses for everyone this year.
CENTURION: You owe the company money for being the biggest moron in the industry.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I know you are, but what am i?
CENTURION: Pee Wee Diamond is who you are.
As the Brinks truck comes to a complete stop, you can hear the air brakes. The vehicle shuts off and now the anticipation awaits. The windows are tinted so there is no point to even make an attempt to look inside. The driver's door slowly opens up and…………………
Out steps PAUL PAGE!!!!!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: YES!!!!! The best PAGE is in the house. This is great!
CENTURION: Paul Page isn’t even signed to Monday Night Brawl, let alone even acknowledged by his own brother Chris.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Chris is jealous of how great in shape Paul is.
CENTURION: Chris would wipe the floors with Paul.
As Paul Page hops out of the Brinks truck, the reporters are trying to get a word with him, but he ignores them as the cameras follow his every move. His next move is making his way towards the back of the Brinks truck. Before opening the back door, it looks as if PAUL PAGE is about to say something and he just smiles. Unlatching the locks on the back, he takes a few steps back as the back door swings open and………….
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!
100 dollar bills shoot out like it's the 4th of July. Money is everywhere. Looks as if the WGWF personnel are underpaid because they are on the ground picking up these 100’s like they are strippers at the local strip club. When the money is finally done flying around the back, you see the one and only……….
DERRICK DIAMOND: He is here. No threat is going to keep J Mont away. He just gave all the WGWF people a raise with that money shot.
CENTURION: Probably fake money if you ask me. He is really asking for it by showing his face after the words of our GM last show.
DERRICK DIAMOND: J Mont does what he wants, when he wants.
CENTURION: I cannot wait to see how this turns out for J Mont.
Followed by J Mont is Clyde Newton, who looks ready to cause some chaos. Clyde turns around and helps down the lovely and beautiful Amber Mansley. And finally, Shaun Hart steps out from the back as well. No sign of Enigma tonight. THE FORTUNATE ONES are here on MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL……..
AGAIN!
J Mont leads the way towards the arena, but looks as if he has something to say.
J MONT: Did someone say we were not allowed to be here tonight?
The Fortunate Ones all begin to laugh because they find it funny someone is trying to tell them what to do.
J MONT: Before I get into why we are here, you can see our Smash World Champion is not here with us tonight. Big E is one of my best friends and had to take care of a few things back home, and get ready for a title defense. I told him we got this tonight. So, before you all sit here and spread rumors, there are no cracks or issues in The Fortunate Ones. As a matter of fact, there are more surprises to come in the near future.
Clyde Newton flips off the camera man as Amber puts her around Clyde and does the same thing. Shaun Hart is on the side, making a phone call.
J MONT: Now, I know this is not Smash and the GM here is not Jonathan Barrows. The GM here sucks and thinks she can throw her power around. Let me tell you something, CANDICE. You need to follow the lead of Jonathan Barrows and do what he does. He lets The Fortunate Ones do what they want and say what they want because he knows what is best for business. He knows what makes money and gets the ratings. He knows what sells merchandise and gets Hollywood attention. You on the other hand, just wanna abuse your power.
You can see J Mont is starting to get pissed off, because this is more than just what Candice said last show. This is PERSONAL.
J MONT: You can try to hurt me all you want Candice, but you will fail. But when you hurt my WIFE and my daughter by choosing not to be in the wedding and show up, you crossed a line that NONE of us will ever forgive you for. You threw away a very close friendship with Mia for a guy that needs you more than you need him. For a guy who is a true piece of shit and doesnt even know what an AB is. Then to top it off, your GODDAUGHTER you let down by making your decision. Way to go CANDICE. You're truly a GM that everyone should look up to and listen to. You're a JOKE. Your husband is a JOKE. And it’s a JOKE if you think you can keep us off your show. You can say what you want, but listen to me very carefully.
J Mont looks into the camera very closely.
J MONT: What happens to your husband on the 28th will be all YOUR fault. Sure, Chris brought a lot of this on himself, but what you did to my Wife and Daughter, I am going to take all that pent up anger, and beat the living shit out of Chris. You are going to end up feeding him through a tube and changing his diapers for the rest of his life. That’s your fault Candice. It didn't have to be this way, but you made a choice. And I am making a choice to. To end the career of Chris Page, once and for all. And to enter this arena right now with The Fortunate Ones to show you that we dont give 2 flying fucks what you have to say. Your threats don't mean shit to us. We are and will always be the reason WGWF stock stays at the top of the list.
J Mont pushes through the cameras and reporters and is followed by Clyde, Amber, Shaun and Paul Page. J Mont turns around quickly.
J MONT: Hey Paul, hop back into that Brinks truck and see if you can find that hoopty that Chris drove in today. And run it over. Smash it up. Hit it from all angles. I know you want to do it anyway.
PAUL PAGE: Will the real Page please stand up! That is me. Not Chris. Not Candice. PAUL PAGE!!!!!
J Mont shakes his head as Paul makes his way back towards the Brinks truck. The Fortunate Ones are about to enter the building, even after the stiff warning from General Manager Candice Page. As they get to the back doors, this is the hottest story going right now. The reporters are getting some good stuff here. The Cameramen are getting some great takes. Twitter is blowing up.
#JMONTSAIDFUCKYOUCANDICE
#THEFORTUNATEONESRUNMONDAYNIGHTBRAWL
#JMONTOWNSCHRISPAGE
#CLYDENEWTONNEXTBIGTHING
#AMBERMANSLEYMODELOFTHEYEAR
#JOHNCABLESUCKSTHEBIGONE
#ENIGMAWILLBESMASHCHAMPIONFORALLOF2024
#JMONTPICKSCHOLOOVERMACBANE
#MIAANDBABYG
The Fortunate Ones are here to stay and are here to show Monday Night Brawl and Candice Page just who runs the show. She is going to need an army if she wants to stop them.
J MONT: Before we enter the arena, I just want everyone to know that it's going to be OK. There is nothing Candice can do to us. She has no one that can stop us. Let’s go inside and do what we always do. Take the show over and piss everyone off.
CLYDE NEWTON: I wouldn’t mind smacking Spencer Adams in the head with a fire extinguisher.
AMBER MANSLEY: I wouldn’t mind smacking Jennie Myst in the face with an open hand.
SHAUN HART: I cannot wait to tell FRED how disappointed I am in him.
J MONT: One more thing before we enter the arena.
The group huddles up for a moment and when they break the huddle, all at the same time say…..
Once again, just need to remind the world that the above comment does not pertain to Cholo, The Ramseys, Xavier Lux, Jonathan Barrows, Artemis, Peter Vaughn, and Synn. Yes, the list got a little longer. I am sure you are wondering why. None of your business. The Fortunate Ones are entering the building. Good luck Candice.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh shit. This is about to be one night for the ages.
CENTURION: I know Candice has a plan and I cannot wait to see her execute it.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Fortunate Ones cannot be stopped and it sounds as if they have some more plans and people in place.
CENTURION: I cannot believe anyone else would want to align themselves with J Mont. You all saw what he did to Sonya, Justin York, and Flash Rotten to name a few.
The scene quickly cuts to the General Manager’s office as Candice Page is watching on from a television monitor with a smirk on her face. There is a knock heard coming from the closed office door taking her attention before we can hear the door open and the camera pans back to reveal five Police Officers.
“You asked to see us?”
CANDICE PAGE: I did. It seems like my warnings weren’t adhered to, and we have people in the building who do not belong. I need you and your officers to bring J Mont, Amber Mansely, Shaun Hart, and Clyde Newton to me.”
“Yes Mam.”
CENTURION: We are set for the very first match in the WGWF of 2024!
DERRICK DIAMOND: 2023 was an incredible year for us, I can only expect 2024 to blow it out of the water.
Latoya exploded from her corner like a hurricane, her athletic prowess on full display. Swift kicks and lightning-fast strikes characterized her assault, catching Goth off guard in the initial moments. The crowd erupted in cheers, captivated by Latoya's high-octane offense. Goth, however, absorbed the onslaught with an eerie calmness. The mysterious aura that surrounded him seemed to shield him from the storm of Latoya's attacks. As she unleashed a series of acrobatic maneuvers, Goth began to gauge her movements, his mind calculating the perfect moment to strike back. The momentum shifted when Goth, with uncanny precision, dodged a clothesline from Latoya. Seizing the opportunity, he countered with a powerful shoulder block that sent Latoya sprawling to the mat. The crowd's cheers for Latoya transformed into gasps of surprise as Goth capitalized on the opening.
CENTURION: Goth using his experience to get the momentum swung in his favor.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Latoya was striking and moving but she’s allowed herself to get caught by Goth.
Rising to his feet, Goth took control of the match, targeting specific body parts with a relentless series of holds and strikes. Latoya, despite her initial dominance, found herself on the defensive. The crowd watched in anticipation as the dynamics of the battle shifted, each move met with a roar of approval or gasps of disbelief. Yet, Latoya's resilience shone through. With a burst of determination, she fought back, countering Goth's attacks with a flurry of strikes and acrobatics. The audience was treated to a spectacle of athleticism as the two competitors traded blows, neither willing to back down. Goth, however, remained a strategic force. His experience and calculated approach began to wear down Latoya. As the match progressed, the audience witnessed a gradual shift in control. Latoya, once the fiery aggressor, now found herself struggling to match Goth's relentless pace. A moment of opportunity arose when Latoya attempted a clothesline, her speed seemingly unmatched. Yet, in a sudden burst of agility, Goth maneuvered himself beneath her outstretched arm, avoiding the devastating blow. The crowd gasped in surprise as Goth, seizing the moment, swiftly turned the tables. Now on the offensive, Goth unleashed a combination of powerful strikes and grapples. Latoya, momentarily caught off guard, struggled to regain control. The crowd, once firmly in Latoya's corner, found themselves torn between the two competitors as the dynamics of the match continued to evolve.
CENTURION: The crowd is solidly behind Hixx here.
Goth's offense intensified, targeting specific body parts with calculated precision. He utilized a mix of power moves and technical prowess, wearing down Latoya's resilience. The audience witnessed a transition from the high-flying spectacle of Latoya's attacks to a more grounded and methodical style imposed by Goth. Despite the shift in momentum, Latoya fought back with unwavering determination. Her resilience shone through as she countered Goth's moves, refusing to be overwhelmed. The ebb and flow of the match reached a fever pitch, with each near fall and reversal adding to the suspense. As the match intensified, Latoya unleashed a series of high-impact moves, landing a thunderous dropkick that sent Goth staggering. The crowd erupted into astonished cheers, fueled by the exhilarating display of athleticism in the ring. Seizing the opportunity, Latoya ascended the turnbuckle, poised to deliver a breathtaking aerial assault. Her acrobatic prowess was on full display as she soared through the air, aiming to incapacitate Goth with a dazzling maneuver. Yet, in a shocking turn of events, Goth evaded Latoya's aerial assault with lightning reflexes, leaving the crowd in awe of his uncanny agility. Seizing the opportunity, he countered with a devastating series of strikes that left Latoya reeling. Goth capitalized on Latoya's momentary vulnerability, exerting relentless pressure to wear her down. His methodical approach demonstrated a calculated and ruthless determination to dominate the match.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Goth turned the tables on Hixx there!
Despite Goth's relentless onslaught, Latoya rallied with unwavering resolve, refusing to yield to his aggressive tactics. Her indomitable spirit shone through as she fought back with fierce determination, unleashing a flurry of strikes in a defiant display of valor. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as the back-and-forth battle reached its climax, with both competitors pushing themselves to the limit. Their relentless determination and unyielding spirit resonated throughout the arena, captivating the audience with the raw intensity of their struggle. In a pivotal moment, Goth evaded Latoya's powerful lariat with poised finesse, swiftly maneuvering into position to execute his signature submission hold, the Goth Mission. The Gothic enigma applied the Goth Mission with meticulous precision, cranking up the intensity. Latoya, despite her valiant efforts, found herself ensnared in the clutches of the submission hold. The audience witnessed a grueling struggle as she writhed and squirmed, desperately trying to find an escape.Goth maintained the hold, unyielding in his pursuit of victory. Latoya, sensing the increasing strain on her body, fought against the pain with every ounce of strength. Latoya gritted her teeth, emitting a strained groan as she struggled against the agonizing hold, refusing to concede defeat. The crowd's fervent cheers and jeers reverberated through the arena, amplifying the tension as Latoya's valiant resistance ignited a surge of support from the spectators.
CENTURION: Hixx must find a way out of the Goth Mission!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Goth is cranking down on the pressure!
Goth maintained a relentless grip, his steely resolve palpable as he exerted unyielding pressure in his pursuit of victory. The arena reverberated with the electrifying energy of the crowd, who rallied behind Latoya, urging her to defy the impending defeat. Despite her unwavering determination, the excruciating strain became unbearable for Latoya, who emitted a desperate cry of defiance as she grappled with the unrelenting agony of the Goth Mission. Her valiant struggle inspired a chorus of fervent support from the audience, who clamored for her to overcome the formidable hold. Latoya's face contorted with anguish, but her fighting spirit refused to waver. The arena echoed with the sounds of her grunts and the crowd's alternating cheers and gasps. Yet, as the pressure of the Goth Mission intensified, it became clear that Latoya's options were dwindling. With the realization that victory was slipping away, Latoya, in a moment of resignation, tapped out. The bell rang, signaling the end of the match, and the crowd fell into a momentary hush. Goth released the submission hold, standing victorious in the center of the ring, a testament to his strategic prowess and resilience.
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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: GOTH
Match Time: 6:45
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Goth has his arm raised in victory kicking off 2024 with a huge win.
Centurion: We got a great show ahead for you!! Some of the greatest talents about to square off in order to determine their fate down the road in 2024!!!
Derek Diamond is about to react as we suddenly hear Goth’s music hit as the Reverend Jebediah walks out to the arena.
Derek Diamond: Oh great!! We are going to have a revelation!!!!
Centurion: I just hope it won’t take too much of our air time!!
Jebediah moves his head from left to right, taunting the fans who already start to boo the religious spokesperson of Goth.
Jebediah: I have come to you all to talk about the prophecy!!!
Centurion: The prophecy of Goth going into the Elimination turned out to be a lie!!!
Jebediah sinks in the crowd boos as he closes his eyes and savours the anger that is brewing amongst them.
Jebediah: I can tell that you share the disappointment that injustice has occurred, I can tell that you all had high hopes of seeing the Messiah of Pain to be in tonights Main Event before heading off to this month’s PPV.
The boos of the crowd increases as they clearly do not share the sentiment as he ignores them and continues.
Jebediah: But do not fear people!! As The Messiah has endured many setbacks in his quest to change the world for the better, allowing a lesser being like Austin Ramsey to have his moment in a high impact match for a championship belt. The Messiah is allowing Mr. Ramsey to prove HIM wrong, because HE does not feel that any of them can fill the emptiness in your hearts like HE can!!!
Centurion: Is this guy for real??
Jebediah: But do not fear my little sheep, as I am here to bring light in these dark of days!! As tonight is the first night of HIS redemption against a sinner in Latoya Hixx.
The crowd cheers as Jebediah nods his head as he applauds them for their heartfelt reaction to the wrestler.
Jebediah: Do you feel the heartfelt reaction Latoya?? Listen carefully, because it will be the last thing that you will experience that is futile!! Because tonight is the first night in your life where you will feel HIS heartfelt appreciation…. He will heal you by hurting you…, just like he will do the same with all of you eventually.
The crowd boos Jebediah as he turns around and walks off.
As the bell sounds Stitches and Toddy begin circling each other. Suddenly, Stitches stops and stands up straight. Toddy steps back standing up straight as well. Stitches sticks his hand out for a handshake, and Toddy smiles and accepts it. As Toddy pulls his hand back he sees he is holding a fake hand no longer connected to Stitches body. Toddy is stunned, but Stitches uses the distraction to his advantage, running forward and taking Toddy down with a big clothesline. Stitches takes a moment to laugh while holding his belly and then charges into the ropes. Stitches comes back with an elbow drop, but Toddy is quick to roll out of the way, leaving Stitches to crash to the mat. Toddy is back on his feet, as Stitches staggers to his. As Stitches gets to his feet, Toddy nails him with a bicycle kick, sending Stitches into the turnbuckles. Toddy back into the opposite corner and then charges in with a Handspring slap (opponent is tossed into corner and Todrick goes to the opposite end of the ring and completes a handspring revolution ending in a very hard slap across the face.
CENTURION: Stitches is learning real quick that Todrick Ramsey is no joke.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Todrick was one-half of the tag team of the year for a reason.
Toddy backs up as Stitches staggers forward out of the corner. Toody takes Stitches down with an armdrag, and transitions into an armbar. Stitches fights his way up to his feet and powers Toddy back into the ropes. The Ref calls for a clean beak, and Toddy offers one, and it appears Stitches is as well, but at the last moment, Stitches grabs Toddy and whips him across the ring into the ropes. As Toddy comes off the ropes Stitches goes for a backdrop, but Toddy leapfrogs over. Toddy keeps heading for the ropes, and Stitches spins around to see Toddy coming off the ropes with the Flying Chuck, as Todrick springboards off the middle rope and spins into a spinning roundhouse kick to the face of his opponent. Stitches hits the mat and Toddy makes a quick cover.
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CENTURION: Todrick Ramsey is looking quick here tonight, both with those moves and the cover.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Stitches is showing though that he isn’t going down without a fight.
As Stitches gets upo, Toddy grabs another armbar on him. Stitches flights up to his feet again, pressing into Toddy and using the leverage to get to his feet. As Stiches gets up he grabs Toddy by the back of the trunks and runs Tioddy into the corner, smashing Toddy against the turnbuckles. Stitches hooks his arm under Toddy’s and comes out fo the corner going for a big hip toss, but Toddy flips through it and lands on his feet. Stitches is shocked, but quickly shakes it off and charges at Toddy. Toddy is expecting the charge though and catches Stitchs with a snap powerslam. Toddy rolls right up to the cheers of the TX crowd. Toddy is feeling the Lubbock crowd as he begins climbing the ropes, but makes sure to look before he leaps, and sees that Stitches has rolled out of the ring to the outside.Toddy hops out of the ring and begins to go after Stitches. Stitches sees him coming and takes off running, but Toddy is quick after him. Sitches suddenly dives under the ring, but unwaivered Toddy foes under after him. Stitches appears first from under the ring holding a bucket and waits as Toody comes out. As Toddy emerges from under the ring Stitches throws the bucket of glitter into the face of Toddy. Toddy is blinded by the glitter, trying to wipe it out of his eyes, allowing Stiches to charge and spear Toddy into the security railing.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Just when you think Stitches is clowning around, he kicks into IT Mode.
CENTURION: I can guarantee that Toddy getting his hair and makeup messed up like that, doesn’t think this is a laughing matter.
Stitches grabs Toddy and rolls him back into the ring and follows in himself. As Toddy gets to all fours, Stitches places a boot into the ribs of Toddy, flipping Toddy onto his back on the mat. Stitches hits the ropes and comes back with a back senton onto Toddy. Stitches rolls over for the over.
1!!
2!!
THRE...
Stitches grabs Toddy in a chin lock and pulls Toddy to a seated position. Stitches comes to his feet and drives a knee into the back of Toddy, and then clobbers him with a hard cross-face to the mat. The Texas crowd gets behind Toddy immediately, as they clap and stomp their feet for the former Tag Team champion. The crowd fuels Toddy as he fights to his feet slowly. As Toody gets to his feet he throws an elbow into the stomach of Stitches, loosening Stitches grasp. A second elbow breaks the hold completely. Toddy goes to run for the ropes, but as he does Stitches grabs Toddy by the waistband of the geat. Stitches pulls Toddy back, and catches him with a big Belly to Back Suplex, dropping Toddy on the mat hard.
DERRICK DIAMOND: OH! High angle suplex there from Stitches.
CENTURION: Todrick looked ready to boost loose again, but Stitches out the brakes on that.
Stitches rolls to his feet and moves in grabbing Toddy or an exploder suplex as he begins to get up. Toddy starts fighting the suplex off though, slamming his elbow into the side of Stitches head three times. Toddy shoves Stitches backward into the ropes and when Stitches comes back Toddy scoops him up and drops him with a Michinoku driver. Toddy pulls his leg up, hooking it for a pin.
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2!!
THRE...
CENTURION: Stitches just got dumped on his head, but refuses to give up.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Probably nothing in there to damage anyway.
Toddy rolls to the corner and stands poised to deliver another attack as Stitches rises to his feet. Toddy charges, but Stitches sees him coming and pops up to his feet, spins around, an catches Toddy with a Russian Leg Sweep. Stitches rolls to his feet, grabs Toddy by the head, and lifts him up to her feet. Stitches hooks Toody for the "Killjoy" (tombstone piledriver) but as he lifts Toody, Toddy counters spinning his body around and taking Stitches over with a head-scissors takeover.
CENTURION: Great athletic counter thereby Todrick Ramsey.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Toddy putting those powerful gluters to good use.
Toddy rolls tot he corner and hops to the top rope. Toddy looks back to see Stitches staggering to his feet, and then Toddy comes off with a turnaround-cross body. But, Stitches catches Toddy. Stitches hoists Toddy up onto his shoulder, charges towards the corner, and throws Toddy off his shoulder dropping Toddy face first on the top turnbuckle. Toddy hits the turnbuckle and staggers on his feet as Stitches catches the staggered Toddy with a discuss elbow to the back of the head that drops Toddy to the mat.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Stitches is switching from a clown to a trapeze artist as he heads to the top rope.
CENTURION: Stitches is looking to drop his big top drop on Toddy.
Stitches leaps off the top rope with the Big Top Drop (Low Down), but Toddy rolls out of the way towards the corner. In mid-flight, though Stitches sees Toddy move, so Stitches shows great athleticism by tucking and rolling up to his feet. Stitches spins around right into Toddy coming out of the corner with an STO. Toddy pops right back to his feet, turns, chargers to the corner and comes out with the “Want A Little Taste” (Split Legged Moonsault) onto Stitches for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY
Match Time: 8:03
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We return to the office of Candice Page as she reviews several documents before a loud commotion can be heard as J Mont’s voice arguing with someone mixed with Amber, Clyde, and Shaun Hart. It brings a smile to her face as the door to her office is opened and J Mont, Mansley, Newton, and Hart are led into the room in HANDCUFFS!
CANDICE PAGE: Ah, if this isn’t a shock, Joe Montuori thinks that rules don’t apply to him.
A Cuffed Mont lashes out at Candice.
J MONT: Do you know who I am?!
CANDICE PAGE: Oh man, you think I care? Incorrect, you seem to have issues with separating work from personal so allow me to make sure that you and your minions completely understand.
Candice then states.
CANDICE PAGE: I understand that common sense isn’t a big thing for any of you. Two weeks ago I told you what would happen if you elected to disrupt my show’ and yet, here you are completely disrespecting me and my wishes for my show. I don’t take kindly to that, so to make sure that you all understand that Monday Night Brawl doesn’t require attention whores I’ll have no problem in sending you all to jail every Monday Night that you elect to take it upon yourselves to show up on MY program. You’re not needed nor are you wanted.
Candice looks over at the lead Police officer.
CANDICE PAGE: Please go ahead and take out the trash because Monday Night Brawl stands on its own.
J Mont and company start screaming at Candice as they are led out of the office. Camera’s stick with it as The Fortunate Ones are taken down the backstage hallway toward the production trucks where a large paddy wagon waits. The doors are opened and J Mont, Mansely, Hart, and Newton are forced inside by the Police officers. The doors are slammed shut and the paddy wagon starts up with sirens blaring before exiting the building.
Cameras catch Paul Page hiding in the background as the scene fades.
Robert Teppert’s “No Easy Way Out” plays and we know what that means.
With Artemis sauntering her way onto the stage with the Interim Intercontinental Championship around her capable waist, the crowd makes sure to share with her their unsalted and unadulterated opinion. But with her ever-dependable muse in tow, she ignores the hate from the ones who don’t know true art and makes her way down to the ring while glad-handing the brave ones who long for her, who reach out their hands for the slightest touch of her.
Once in the ring, Donatello is quick to assist her in getting through the ropes before dutifully handing her the cleanest least germed-up microphone he could bully off the ringside crew. Artemis smiles at the reaction, letting the plebians get their little game in before finally getting to speaking.
ARTEMIS: Even many from the crowd in my beautiful home of Texas are apparently filled with rubes and poors, unable to recognize the one that shall bring the masses a new and better way of wrestling, the artistical way of wrestling. But fear not, for this new year I shall venture to change all of your minds about my goals, and win you over to my cause. For those of you who already know of my artistic genius and support me, I salute you and ask that you do not hold contempt in your heart for those next to you who do not yet know the error of their ways. I will show them. Just give it time.
A majority of the crowd, unsurprisingly, are uninterested in joining her cause at any given time, even in 2024, but the ones already on board voice themselves with steadfast shouts.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I bet most of these people are barely able to stand straight, let alone see straight. I bet they see the beautiful and brilliant Artemis, and are seeing double so badly they assume it’s Candice instead!
CENTURION: You okay, buddy? I’m amazed you can do your job after last night.
With the commentators continuing to fill the air with their idle banter, Artemis rubs the pelt of the perfect fur coat she is wearing, made only with the finest of baby seal skins.
ARTEMIS: You see, ever since I got here, I have proclaimed a revolution, bringing art into wrestling and turning it into something better than the lowest common denominator mudshow it has been for as long as it has existed. But I haven’t gone far enough, and as the office has tried to push me further down with their unacceptably illegal actions, I realize that now is the time that I continue this revolution… Nay, I shall transform this revolution….. Into a TRUE renaissance…
Despite Donatello’s furious applause towards the artiste’s plans, the majority in the crowd once more is uninterested in either a revolution or a renaissance.
ARTEMIS: But for such a thing to be possible, I need like-minded individuals. That’s why tonight, I have organized a battle royale. Unsanctioned, naturally, for the powers that be would never allow me to find righteous individuals as I have tried already. But with a few… financial considerations… I have found people flexible enough to do the job where the officials refuse to.
CENTURION: I guess hiring scabs is one way to get around a boycott…
The crowd gets restless as a few homeless men stumble down the ramp, wearing poorly fitting and unofficial clothing of officials… undoubtedly bought out of the trunk of actual WGWF officials…
ARTEMIS: Dear lord, did they really spend all the money on booze already? It’s hard to get decent strikebreakers nowadays…
Donatello shakes his head in agreement, but it is clear that there is no real other option either way, so Artemis simply digresses and continues with her plans.
ARTEMIS: Now thanks to these pathetic sweaty and smelly slobs, I am going to hold a battle royale, so I invite ten of my most devoted followers from the crowd to come into this ring and fight for the honor to be called my…
Artemis pauses before revealing a wolfish grin.
ARTEMIS: ...SIMP
Her reveal is quickly reacted to with sheer confusion, and a murmur going through the building trying to figure out if what she said was actually what she said.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Did she just say “simp”?!
Donatello looks as shocked as everyone else, quickly pointing at himself in a bid to be noticed by Artemis.
ARTEMIS: What is it, dearest muse?!
DONATELLO: C… Can I be a part of this match?
ARTEMIS: Get over yourself, you are much too important to me. Besides, you still have to show them the second prize they get to win.
Donatello looks both relieved and saddened, but dutifully takes out an unmarked plastic bottle filled with some sort of liquid.
ARTEMIS: That bottle holds my unbridled and unfiltered artistic juices. The prize for the one who can defeat nine others, and make themselves worthy of being my SIMP.
CENTURION: I think I just puked a little..
The crowd lets out an audible groan of disgust, but a near stampede breaks out as a horde of smelly overweight neckbeards start fighting each other just to get to the barricade.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The neckbeards are causing pandemonium in Texas! They seemed to change their tune the moment that bottle of what I can only assume is Artemis bathwater was revealed
With the entire security team down to keep order, eventually ten ‘lucky’ contestants are brought over the barricade, but not before all of them have to hide their faces behind a very dubious-looking lucha mask…
Artemis departs the ring with Donatello in tow, making her way to the announce table and ensuring her presence would be there.
CENTURION: Interesting choice for head garment, Artemis.
ARTEMIS: Only the one who is worthy to be called my SIMP is allowed to show their face to me, Centurion. And don’t lower your brow at me, good sir, these masks came cheap off of Mr. John Cable’s merch stand.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I am afraid to ask, but what do you exactly mean when you call them your ‘SIMP”?
ARTEMIS: All in due time, Mr. Diamond, let us first let these individuals show if they are worthy to be called that before I explain the details of the arrangement.
With the bottle of ‘Artistic Juices’ placed onto a pole, the scab transient moonlighting as a hobo flails his arms for the bell, before collapsing in a drunken puddle.
CENTURION: Well, there goes the referee, I guess anything goes now!
And like clockwork, the would be SIMP’s immediately go after one another with a ferocity only befitting the hopeless and untrained, like a bunch of untrained chimpanzee’s fighting for the last piece of fruit they grab everything and anything to bash one another in the head, the group of competitors quickly whittling down as even the most minor of scrapes make them realize the error of their ways.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Well fortunately they all signed a waiver before the match… Right?!
ARTEMIS: What are you even talking about? They should be happy they even had a chance to fight to be my SIMP.
But as the weak bow out, the strong remain as a semblance of quality managing to shine through, even an implication of actual wrestling ability. Three competitors remain in the long term, and the third one shows a genuine knack for getting the best. But as they fight each other silly, the second one slams the third one on his back but realizes that the first is making a run for the bottle hanging on the pole. The second tries to stop him, and a fight between them starts with a ferocity not seen before.
CENTURION: They are fighting each other to the death for some bathwater!
ARTEMIS: Mr. Centurion! Show some class, I am not some sort of depraved woman that would do such a lowly thing… Like I said, they are my artistic juices!
But as the deathmatch of the two continues, another twist happens as the other seven that had run away suddenly run back in, joining the brawl for the bottle. In all that carnage, the third remainer has recovered and quickly decides to forget about any sort of personal safety and he sprints and leaps onto the group, launching himself towards the pole, snatching it from the pole in mid-flight, but not without falling all the way down to the floor with a disgusting splat.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh my god, he just killed himself!
In the absence of a conscious referee, the bell rings just to bring things back to order. And the crowd seems to be stunned and silent as they all look at the unmoving body of the ‘winner’ of the battle royal to become Artemis’ SIMP. Medical personnel quickly try to check up on him, as the remaining security make sure to toss the other competitors out of the arena.
As the young man is helped up and into the ring, Artemis has already made her way back in, scrunching her nose at the drunk referee sleeping out his drunken stupor.
ARTEMIS: A round of applause for that brave fan to show that they truly are the most devoted appreciator of art among my adoring Texans.
If only to show a little bit of happiness that the winner isn’t dead, the crowd shares a golf clap towards the winner who is holding the bottle closely to his chest, with his other arm raised.
ARTEMIS: Now, since you have shown yourself worthy to join my renaissance as my SIMP, please show the world the face of the person who shall help me make 2024 the most artistic year in wrestling.
The SIMP needs no time, and eagerly rips the mask off his face.
CENTURION: AVERT YOUR EYES, I BET HE’S THE UGLIEST NECKBEARD IN TEXAS!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh No, he’s… not that bad looking?!
Finding a microphone, the young man still breathes laboriously.
SIMP: Artemis, I can’t believe I have been given this chance. I have dreamed about this day for so long… I am…
But he is shushed, Donatello even taking away his microphone as the jealousy seems to be palpable.
ARTEMIS: Shush now, dear, you are tired and these Texans don’t deserve to know your reasons. But before we leave, you need a name worthy of the Renaissance… In fact, since you are such a formidable warrior who is prepared to sacrifice himself for me, you will be my ‘Achilles’, named after a great warrior of a more artistic time.
‘Achilles’ bows his head, still clutching the bottle like it is made of pure gold. Artemis smiles as she looks around the arena.
ARTEMIS: Yes, the renaissance is growing with every day, and in time I will make every single one of you recognize that my artistic revolution is what is good for all of you… Tonight is just getting started, as I have the idiotic Main Event to somehow make a masterpiece out of. OH how great it is to be me, My Gogh!
Handing the microphone off to Donatello, she gestures for both her muse and her newly acquired SIMP to follow her backstage.
CENTURION: Every day we stray further from god, Derrick. I think I need some more alcohol.
DERRICK DIAMOND: You and me both...
The bell has rang as we see Milk Mason square off against Gabriel Reno, who Milk Mason gets right in the face of and tries to impose his will upon Gabriel. Who immediately slaps the taste out of the mouth of Mason, causing some milk to shoot out of his mouth as he had clearly intended it to spray it in the face of Reno.
Centurion: Got Milk?
Mason looks staggered, rubbing his jaw as he senses that he had lost his precious milk. Setting himself up to deliver a big boot in the midsection of Reno, only to have it caught by the mat tactician and have it followed by a dragon screw that drops Milk Mason hard to the canvas. He follows it up by placing the leg across the middle rope and then jumps on top of it with a seated position that causes Mason to grab his knee in agonizing pain. Gabriel grabs the bad leg as he drags him towards his corner as he tags in Chris Chaos
Derek Diamond: Let the Chaos commence!!!
Gabriel holds the painful leg exposed to Chaos, giving him the chance to kick it in the back of the knee while the official is counting to five in order for Gabriel to get out of the ring as he does on the count of four. Chaos then locks Mason in a Single Leg Boston Crab, only for Milk to reach for the ropes as this forces the official to ask Chaos to release the hold which he doesn’t. Causing for the official to start to count to five
1!!
2!!!
3!!!
4!!!
Chaos lets go, only to grab the bad leg and drags Milk Mason to the middle of the ring where he locks the Single Leg Boston Crab once again. Milk is scrambling in an attempt to reach towards the ropes, but Chaos has got it locked in deep. Causing Coding Rhodes to run in from behind and decks Chaos from behind with a running clothesline. Totally ignoring the official as he sends Chaos to the outside before dragging his tag team partner to his corner before stepping out of the ring and tags himself in.
Derek Diamond: Man, Coding has gone far hasn’t he??
Centurion: Aren’t you overreacting? He only made it to the middle of the ring!!!
Coding is mocking the crowd, believing that he has eliminated Chaos on the outside, only to turn around and is met by a big time boot in the midsection before levelling Rhodes with a Swinging Neck Breaker. Chaos stands over Rhodes, admiring the damage he has done before dropping down and start to choke him with both hands. Squeezing the throat tight as he counts along with the official as he is using the five count on him.
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2!!!
3!!
4!!!
Chaos lets go and drops an elbow before spinning Rhodes around and locks him in a Camel Clutch in the middle of the ring. We see Milk Mason renter the ring, attempting to save his partner from the predicament he is in. Only to be Shot Blocked from behind by Gabriel Reno as this forces the already hobbling Milk Mason to be dropped down as Gabriel drags him to the outside of the ring.
Centurion: Let me guess, Milk Mason has come far too??
Derek Diamond: You know that milk leaves a sour taste in my mouth Cent!!!
Gabriel drags Milk to the outside of the ring, whipping him into a steel ring post that causes his milk bottles that were placed in the corner to shatter across the concrete floor. Milk gets spun around by Gabriel, who executes a Belly to Belly Suplex to the outside that causes Milk to be drenched in his own milk.
Meanwhile back in the ring we see that Coding somehow has managed to muster up some strength to get back to his feet while Chris Chaos is across his back as he is still holding on to the chin of Coding. Coding drops down as the impact of the move causes Chaos to relinquish the grip that he has on Coding. Who in return is trying to shake off the cobwebs while trying to look around the ring in order to see where his tag team partner is at.
Centurion: Tough luck for Coding Rhodes that Milk got eliminated on the outside by Reno.
Coding realizes that he has to carry the load for the team at this moment until his tag team partner gets back to assist him. He grabs Chaos by the head, pulls him up to his feet as he scoops him up for a slam. Only to have the veteran slide out of his grip and pushes him into the turnbuckles. There he immediately follows it up with a running clothesline, only for Coding to move out of the way at the final moment. Coding then hits a Swinging Neck Breaker on Chaos and goes for the cover
1!!
2!!
Thr…
The cover was broken up by Gabriel as he delivers an elbow to the back of Coding’s head. He quickly steps through the ropes on the outside as he anticipates the tag from Chaos who slowly moves towards him and tags back in Reno. Who charges in on Coding, grabs him by the head and executes a beautiful German Overhead Suplex. Quickly noticing Milk Mason, who has gotten back on the apron and drops him with a beautiful dropkick after the milk man as stepped inside the ring. This causes Milk to stagger into a neutral corner where Chris Chaos grabs him and pulls him out of the corner. He then grabs hold of him before executing.
Centurion: Dead Man’s Trigger!!!!!
Chaos hits his End of Days on Milk Mason, while we see Gabriel executing a DDT in the middle of the ring before making his intentions felt that he is going to end Coding Rhodes. Running the ropes before jumping the top rope and executes A Springboard Front Leg drop across the back of Coding Rhodes his neck
Derek Diamond: Rater R!!!!!
Gabriel then rolls Coding Rhodes onto his back before going for the cover as the referee starts to use the three count
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WINNERS VIA PINFALL: ICONOCLAST
Match Time: 7:34
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Down in the arena boiler room...
Stepping out of the shadows, Jake The Snake Roberts whispers to the coiled Damien
on his left arm. Delicately rubbing the back of his hand on the crown of his muse.
Jake The Snake Roberts
"We are going to make our mark, Damien!
You'll see. Dubois has adapted well to his new skin,
But everyone needs a little reminder from time to time..."
"You believe in me, right? Trust me, DIII..."
Jake delivers his usual creepy overly raspy laugh, chills run down spines.
Switch to Del flipping in his locker room. Focused and unaware of Jake's whereabouts.
The bell has rang as we see the 4’5 Pogo square off against the 6’3 Jordan Reed. Reed looks at Pogo with a bemused look on his face, telling Ruby Darling that he is going to make short work out of the little clown.
Centurion: Normally I would disagree of taking anyone lightly, but what could this little guy do??
Derek Diamond: Well he could give me Jenny’s Cell number!!
We see Pogo direct his attention towards Stitches, who is whispering some last minute advice into his tiny ear as he nods his head and gives him a high five. Pogo then turns his attention to his opponent, who charges in on him with a baseball slide. This causes Pogo to be dropped to the outside of the ring with a loud thud.
Centurion: I’ve never seen a clown fly before!!!
We see Stitches move over towards his little buddy in an attempt to motivate him to get back to his feet as the official is starting to use the ten count on the little guy. Pogo shakes his head a little, tells Stitches that he is alright and moves over to the steel Steps as he slowly gets to the apron as the count is at seven. He quickly rolls into the ring, where Jordan Reed grabs him and sets him up for a Body Slam. Only to have Pogo surprise him as he sprays water into his face after pushing upon the fake flower on his outfit when being lifted in the air. This causes Jordan to release the tight grip as it gives Pogo the chance to wrap his little legs around the neck of Jordan Reed in an attempt to execute a Hurricanrana, only to fail as he cannot produce any leverage to get the big man down.
Derek Diamond: An A for effort, but a D minus for execution.
Pogo shows some leg strength as he pulls his upper body upwards, causing him to get face to face with an angry looking Jordan Reed who is intending to do some harm to the little fellow. Grabbing Pogo by the arms, pulling him off of him as we see Pogo swing his legs in the air but fails to hit anything. Reed Choke Slams Pogo in the middle of the ring as he has enough of the funny clown stuff. He stands in a corner, measuring the little Pogo who is taking a lot of time to get back to his feet because of the high impact move that was delivered to him by Reed. He finally manages to scramble to his feet, looking around to see where his opponent is before turning around as we see that Reed is about to charge in on the little fellow but turns suddenly turns around
Centurion: What the??
We see two hands having grabbed the ankle of Jordan Reed, the hands turns out to be from Stitches who had hidden himself at ringside and has grabbed the ankle. Reed manages to break free as the official tells Stitches that he has to go backstage and is banned from ringside as this causes a reaction from the crowd.
Derek Diamond: I normally hate cheaters, but he only tried to protect his little friend from something very painful!!
Reed runs in on Pogo, setting him up for kick to the face, but Pogo somehow surprises the bigger wrestler with a Drop Toe Hold, he then immediately climbs up the back of his leg as he locks in a Calf Crusher submission hold.
Centurion: I had not seen this one coming!!
Derek Diamond: He is 4’5 tall, nobody could have seen that one coming!!
Large eyes of shock are shown on the face of Jordan Reed as the camera zooms in on him, he is reaching towards the ropes in an attempt to grab it before realizing it. The official tells Pogo that he has to let go off the hold as he jumps off and starts to jump around happily while putting up his fists against Jordan Reed who is getting back to his feet. Reed realizes that this little guy has got some wrestling moves in his arsenal and nods his head, knowing that he has to take him down and stop taking him lightly. The two circle each other as Pogo tries to stay away from the much larger reach of Jordan Reed, he constantly runs from any attempt of Jordan Reed suddenly grabbing for him. Reed finally intents to jump towards Pogo, who backs off as Reed crashes on the canvas. He then jumps on top of his head as he runs all the way over his back to other side of the ring, only to be caught by a reaching hand from Jordan who slowly gets back to his feet. Jordan drags Pogo to a corner, positions him on top of the top turnbuckle and delivers a big time chop across the chest of the little fellow.
Centurion: My Goodness!!!!
Jordan hits another while holding on to one of the arms of Pogo, making sure that the impact of the chops does not send him to the outside of the ring. He then lift Pogo off the turnbuckle and walks to the middle of the ring, lifting him up high in the air above his head in an attempt of a Gorilla Press Slam before letting go off him as he walks one step away. Only Pogo somehow manages to grab hold of the neck of Reed, wrapping his tiny arms around it so he manages to get behind Reed before moving his tiny arms underneath the armpits of Jordan Reed.
Centurion: What is this little guy trying to do??
Derek Diamond: It looks as if he is trying to lock in a Full Nelson on Jordan Reed.
And indeed that is his intention, but his small arms are unable to reach all the way around before clasping his arms around the neck of Reed. Forcing him to change direction as he grabs hold of the left arm and swings himself onto his chest as his knees come in contact with his chest. He then delivers his version of a European Uppercut to the face of Reed that causes him to stagger a few steps backwards as Pogo manages to land on his feet. Pogo sets himself up to run to the ropes for another offensive move, but gets kicked in the chest by Jordan Reed who had followed him into the ropes. Who then puts Pogo the Clown on top of the turnbuckle and sets him up to deliver an offensive move from that turnbuckle to the ring when suddenly we see the crowd rise as we see the team of Milk Mason and Coding Rhodes appear at ringside. Ruby Darling gets in their faces, trying to prevent them from interfering in Jordans match. This distraction causes Jordan Reed to turn his attention away from the clown, screaming at them to go to the back before turning his attention back to Pogo. Pogo sprays some more water into the face of Jordan Reed as the official’s back is turned as he is trying to get Coding Rhodes and Milk Mason out of the building.
Centurion: That clown used that water trick once again!!!
This causes Jordan Reed to take a step back in utter surprise, temporarily blinded as Pogo positions himself for a jump towards Reed. He manages to reach Reed as he grabs hold of his face before locking in a Mandible Claw as the official turns around after finally having sent the team of Coding Rhodes and Milk Mason to the back. Pogo uses his head to deliver a few headbutts as well to the forehead of Reed while still having the Mandible Claw locked in as this causes Reed to fall down to the ground.
Derek Diamond: He is going to do it!!!
Centurion: This can’t be right!! He cheated!! It took a distraction of Rhodes and Milk Mason to get the official’s back turned!!
The claw is locked in tight as the official is trying to check in on Reed whether to see if he is still able to compete before sensing that he is out of it and calls for the bell in a shock turn of events.
Centurion: I can’t believe this!!!
Derek Diamond: Pogo is a hit!! Subscribe to his fan page everybody!!!
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WINNER VIA REFEREE STOPPAGE: POGO
Match Time: 6:12
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The crowd boos as we fade backstage where Coding Rhodes and Milk Mason are snickering with their handiwork until they come across Candice Page with her arms crossed.
CANDICE PAGE: I guess you two must be pretty happy with yourselves, right?
MILK MASON: We just gave them a little of what they had coming.
CODING RHODES: Yeah, next time they won’t be so lucky.
Candice nods her head as she intently listens.
CANDICE PAGE: Oh, is that right? I’m glad you seem to think so because you’ve the way I see it is at First Dance we’re going to settle this once and for all when the two of you meet Jorden Reed and Ruby Darling in a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE match!
Milk and Coding start complaining collectively yet Candice simply states.
CANDICE PAGE: That’s all.
Candice leaves Coding and Milk. Coding smacks Milk in the back of the head.
CODING RHODES: I told you that was a stupid idea!
Coding storms off leaving Milk Mason as the scene cuts.
CENTURION: Time to see which of these relative newcomers to WGWF can do here at the beginning of 2024! Both have extremely high potential.
DERRICK DIAMOND: And both have extremely incredible hair.
CENTURION: …
DERRICK DIAMOND: You know it’s true.
Suddenly, Jenny Myst’s music begins to play, as she makes her way over to the announce table. Bobby Ray Willis watches her the whole way, shaking his head, as she takes her spot to the side of Centurion.
CENTURION: Nice of you to join us, Jenny.
JENNY MYST: Hello boys! Happy to be part of this broadcast team while we watch the JV team warm up for the big game! Quite frankly, I find it adorable.
Willis is still glancing over at the announce table when the bell sounds, starting this one. Startled, Willis turns back, looking over at the referee for confirmation. At the same time, though, Cain is coming in, taking full advantage of Willis being off-balance. He flies in, grabbing Willis by the head, and landing Gotcha!! Willis is down, with Cain quickly rolling him over to make the cover, grabbing at the legs…
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And Willis shoves free, managing to avoid the quick loss. He rolls over to his stomach, trying to recover, as Cain gets up. He immediately drops an elbow right into Willis’ back, flattening him to the mat. Willis pushes back up, but Cain drops a second elbow, then a third, focusing his attacks on Willis’ spinal cord. He then grabs Cain by the head, putting him into a chinlock and pulling backwards, as Willis struggles to pry Cain’s hands off of him. He manages it, breaking free, before rolling himself out of the ring to buy himself some recovery time.
CENTURION: Cain is off to a fast start!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Willis needs a break to get his head straight, especially since Cain tried to rip it off his head. Not a great beginning for Bobby Ray…
JENNY MYST: I never see domination from him. I see survival. I admire that, in a way. But you can only run away for so long before your legs get tired. That’s when I’ll cut them off.
She giggles.
Cain seems content to wait for Willis to come back in, giving him a casual “Come At Me” wave of his fingers. Willis, upset, smacks the apron, then seems to take a deep breath, before climbing upwards. He gets to the top, as if about to step through the ropes, when Cain comes at him, grabbing Willis by the hair. But Willis was expecting it, immediately dropping himself downwards off the apron! Willis loses at least a few hairs from Cain’s grip, but Cain gets his throat popped by the top rope, flinging him backwards as he grabs at his windpipe! Willis, feeling smug, comes back into the ring quickly now, going after Cain with stiff left jabs, rocking him.
Cain swings back, catching Willis with a shot on his jaw, staggering him. Cain then comes forward, but Willis comes right back with a rake of the eyes, taking Cain’s vision away from him! Cain stumbles back, rubbing at his eyes, as the referee gives Willis a warning. But Willis isn’t concerned with that at all. He grabs Cain by the head, taking him over next to the ropes, and begins to drag Cain eyes-first across the top rope!! Cain yells out, shoving Willis off of him, but Cain’s eyes have to be inflamed now. He stumbles against the ropes, swinging wildly, as Willis stays out of range, completely pleased with his actions.
JENNY MYST: He has to cheat to win. He doesn’t have the talent to get it done on his own. I am prepared for him to pull some tricks, and best believe I will have some up my sleeve too.
DERRICK DIAMOND: But you don’t wear sleeves.
JENNY MYST: I know! Isn’t that great?!
The referee steps in, wanting to check on Cain’s ability to continue. Cain grabs him by the shirt, almost ready to crack the ref’s skull, but he stops in time, with the ref shouting out who he was. Cain lets him go, but now Willis is behind him, lifting Cain up for an atomic drop… only to drop him across the top rope instead!! Cain sags there, hurting badly, as Willis starts rocking the ropes up and down, trying to do more damage! The referee again warns Willis, threatening him with a disqualification, with Willis raising his hands innocently, as if this was all just a lucky coincidence. He steps away, as Cain falls back into the ring, struggling to pull himself together.
With a smirk, Willis taunts Cain, laughing about how the old boy can’t see him. He even does the wave in front of his own face, enjoying himself. However, Willis gets a little too close, as Cain, still blurry-eyed, is able to suddenly kick Willis in the gut, startling him and bending him over. Cain reacts instantly, locking up Willis and delivering the Concussion On Delivery (Double Arm DDT)!!! Willis is down, knocked senseless, as Cain gives his eyes another pass before finally rolling over for the cover, hanging onto Willis as the ref gets into place.
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TH-and Willis kicks out!
CENTURION: Cain nearly stole this one there, despite all of Willis’ tactics!
JENNY MYST: Almost gotcha! You gotta be better than that, Petey! Nananana! You’re gonna looooossseeeee.
As Willis tries to recover, holding his head, Cain has rolled back out of the ring. He staggers over to the barricade, talking to a couple of fans there, including one lady holding a water bottle. Cain says something to the lady, which apparently doesn’t go over well, as she splashes the water into his face! But Cain blinks and rubs his eyes clear, thanking her, before turning back to the ring… as Willis stops short, having been about to ambush Cain from behind! Willis raises a hand, as if explaining that he was just coming to help out, but Cain doesn’t buy it, snapping off a roundhouse kick that takes Willis down! Cain stands over Willis, annoyed with him, as he pulls the wrestler back up and sends him back into the ring.
As Cain follows in, though, Willis spins himself on the ground, managing to kick Cain in the head from a sideways position! Cain rolls to the side, having been kicked just above the eyebrow, as Willis gets back to his feet, looking a little off-balance himself. He waits for Cain to pull himself up in the corner, then charges, running into Cain with all his weight, landing an avalanche! Cain slumps in the corner, with Willis moving in next to him. He pushes Cain up to the second turnbuckle, then follows, grabbing hold of Cain’s head… and giving him a second-turnbuckle superplex! Cain takes most of the impact, as Willis is able to roll himself over for the cover, grabbing for as much tights as he can get without the referee noticing.
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THR-and Cain is able to kick out, even with the tights being held!
JENNY MYST: Dang. So close. Come on Urijah, get your head out of your ass!
DERRICK DIAMOND: You just trashed Willis for cheating, now you’re encouraging it from Cain?!
JENNY MYST: I know! Isn’t that great?
CENTURION: I hate both of you.
Cain works his way to his feet, trying to recover, as Willis gets in behind him. He then rakes his nails straight down Cain’s back, causing him to yell out in pain as he stumbles away, trying to get out of range. The referee isn’t pleased, but Willis goes right back to a second nail rake, leaving more red marks across Cain’s back. Cain gets to the ropes, hanging onto them as he feels the burning on his back. Willis, pleased with how well this is going, comes in for a third time… but he goes to the nail well too many times, as Cain suddenly springs from the ropes and gets a Pele kick, nailing Willis right in the face!! Willis takes a couple of steps, looking around briefly, before finally dropping with a flop, out of it!
With his opponent down, Cain retreats to the corner, lining up Willis in his crosshairs. As Willis slowly gets up, trying to clear his head, Cain comes running at him, landing the Hollow Point (Busaiku Knee) and sending Willis straight back down to the mat! Cain takes a few extra seconds to pull himself together before finally rolling over to make the cover, as the referee drops next to both men so he can see the shoulders.
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TH-and again, Willis kicks out!
JENNY MYST: Wooooooza. Is it hot in here or is it this action, Derrick? Cent? Top tier action here on Brawl, call your local cable provider today!
DERRICK DIAMOND: I sense some sarcasm there.
JENNY MYST: Is it that obvious?
Cain looks ready to end this one now, as he gets to his feet, running his arm once more over his injured eyes before stepping up to the rising Willis. He grabs hold of the wrestler, lifting him up into a Tombstone position for the Raising Cain!! But before Cain can finish the maneuver, he suddenly drops Willis back to the mat, reeling backwards towards the ropes, his arms protectively over his private regions as he groans in pain! The referee, having seen nothing, steps forward, confused, but Cain can’t talk to him, still wincing badly. He straightens up, trying to ignore the agony he’s in, as he turns to Willis… who comes racing at him, nailing Cain with Greetings From Texas!!!
The lariat lands perfectly… almost too perfectly, as Cain crashes backwards, then rolls with the momentum, landing near the edge of the ring. He slides backwards, off the apron, as Willis, seeing him, desperately tries to grab his leg, to no avail. Cain falls out of the ring, with Willis angrily slapping the mat in frustration. He tells the ref to hold off a moment and slides out of the ring, dropping next to Cain. He hauls the man up, almost like dead weight, struggling to get Cain back into the ring. Finally, he does so, getting Cain to roll further in before following him and making the cover, nodding to the referee to do his job.
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THRE-NO!! Cain kicks out! Willis can’t believe it. He tells the ref to try again, better this time, as he gets a tighter grip on Cain.
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THR-NO! Cain kicks out again, stronger than before! Willis, frustrated now, tries a third time, desperate to hang on.
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THR-NO! Cain won’t stay down!
CENTURION: Trying the same thing over and over and expecting different results is the definition of insanity.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Speaking of…
JENNY MYST: Yay! Go Urijah! Atta boy! Do you think he likes spongecake? If he beats Boberto here, I’ll order him some. There’s a really good bakery in Vegas that makes it…..its SOOOOO good!
Willis gets to his feet, saying that there’s no way that one of those pins shouldn’t have been it. He confronts the ref, asking if he’s been bribed, and if there’s a higher amount he should aim for, but the ref vehemently denies any foul play. He tells Willis to get back to work, so Willis shakes his head and pulls Cain up. He looks at the stunned wrestler, then goes to the ropes, building up momentum and coming back with another Greetings From Texas lariat!! But Cain ducks under it! Willis, surprised, puts on the brakes, turning around and rushing back at his opponent. But Cain catches him in a fireman’s carry, quickly landing Protect Ya Neck! The ushigoroshi maneuver lands perfectly, taking Willis down, but Cain immediately collapses himself, unable to capitalize.
The referee, watching both men, has to start his 10 count, raising his fingers over each of them as he counts away. The crowd, who has been fairly split throughout this match, pushes for someone to get up, not wanting to see this one end on a double countout. Slowly, Cain sits up, shaking his head clear. Nearby, Willis sits up as well, grabbing at his neck as if feeling the muscles there cramp up. Both men get to their knees, turning to each other and raising their fists. Willis then lashes out, going for the eyes again, but this time Cain blocks it, knocking his hand away… then slashing his own hand across Willis’ eyes!! Willis yells out, falling backwards, as Cain looks on triumphantly.
CENTURION: What’s good for the goose is good for the gander!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Huh? Who says that anymore?
JENNY MYST: Fun and games aside, fellas. Let's get down to Brass tacks. Neither of these also-rans can wash my laundry, much less take this title. I am going to be the TV champion for a long time, and if Bobby Bear has an issue with it he can take it up with me at First Dance.
Holding his head, Willis stares over at Jenny. Cain reaches down to pick up Willis and shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Willis bounces off the near side and ducks under a lariat from Cain, Willis bounces off the far side and as Cain spins around Willis turns him inside out with GREETINGS FROM TEXAS!
Willis makes the cover hooking the inside leg.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: BOBBY RAY WILLIS
Match Time: 11:21
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CENTURION: What the hell?!
DERRICK DIAMOND: It appears we have lost connection to the network. Those of you at home if you’re hearing this we apologize and will get back to you as soon as can—---
DO YOU FEEL FEAR?
DO YOU FEEL PAIN?
ARE YOU READY?
TO FACE YOUR SYNNS?
Ready
Set
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We are backstage where Pogo and Stitches are seated upon a few crates while playing a game of cards as Pogo tilts his head towards his fellow friend.
Pogo: Did you see my win out there, Stitches?? Wasn’t it great??
Stitches scratches his head as he looks at his cards, clearly he is being dealt a bad hand as he starts to bite on his fingers. Making a face of nearly vomiting when realizing it he chewed on his glove.
Stitches: Yuck!!!
He looks left and right, searching for something to drink unable to find a glass
Pogo: Over here Stitches
Stitches turns his head towards Pogo, who uses his fake flower upon his little jacket as he pushes upon his secret button as water sprays into the face of his friend.
Stitches: Oh thanks Pogo, I really needed that. The weather forecast called for clear skies not rain, you little jerk.
He says while cleaning his face with an old and used handkerchief he found. Where did it come from? Who knows. All of the sudden the two clowns hear a female voice.
Some chatter is heard in the distance. The camera pans over to reveal where the sound is coming from. The Cassette Collective approach Pogo and Stitches with a smile on their faces, excited about this meetup. In their hands, they present a nicely wrapped gift while anticipating their introduction to them.
KC Cooper: Hello, mates. I hope we weren't interrupting anything important. You may not be familiar with the two of us. I'm KC, and this is my mate, Pax. We've been in the Christmas spirit so much that we volunteered to help Santa Claus wrap up gifts and deliver them in the mail to the locker room.
Pax nods her head, anxious to hand over the gift, while Pogo and Stitches look at them curiously.
Pax Egan: We thought it would be a great idea to hand you both yours in person. There's no need to give us anything in return. We just wanted to do something nice, so here are your gifts.
Pax and KC hand them the gifts and wait for them to rip the packaging open to see their reactions.
Pogo blinks his eyes, looks at the two ladies before turning his attention towards his friend. This happens several times before he swallows hard before once again towards the Cassette Collective
Pogo: You got gifts?? For us??
He quickly spits upon his little paws, runs his hands through his fake clown hair to get them decent before it jumps back to where it was before. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation before diving his little hands the pockets of his jacket as he hands a card towards the ladies.
Pogo: I know it isn’t much, but I got a special holiday offer to join my fan page for free. And every tenth signee gets a special video message from yours truly.
He smiles at the ladies, who look at each other as there is a telepathic battle amongst them as to who accepts the card.
Pax Egan: We love fan sites. We follow a ton of them on our Myspace page, don't we, KC.
KC nods, and they gaze down at the card that was given to them. After a few minutes, they looked appalled at what they read. It must have been some kind of joke, but it was clear that KC and Pax did not find humor in this situation, as they crossed their arms and looked at the both of them.
Pax Egan: I don't know what kind of sick joke this is, but this is not the fan site we were referring to. We are not a part of OnlyFans. You picked the wrong girls.
Pogo scratches his head, clearly not realizing why the girls are so upset.
Pogo: I only take pictures, make funny videos and chat. I only thought we could become friends. Does this mean we can’t keep our presents??
Pogo looks very upset, almost as if he is about to burst out and cry when Candice Page enters the scene.
CANDICE PAGE: Well now, isn’t this a site for sore eyes?
Candice reaches out for the card and KC hands it over. Candice begins to read the card before stopping and cutting her attention toward Pogo and Stitches.
CANDICE PAGE: That’s not very nice. The way I see it is like this, First Dance the Clown World Order vs The Cassette Collective… maybe that will teach you two a little respect.
Pogo looks up at Stitches, then towards The Cassette Collective before turning towards Candice Page and swallows. He is about to react, but Stitches silences him by placing his hand upon his mouth.
Stitches: I want to thank you for the gifts and I am sure that Pogo only wanted to make friends with you, his methods are sometimes questionable aren’t they Pogo??
Pogo is about to say something, but his words are silenced by Stitches as he startst o nod his head for him to agree..
Stitches: We gladly accept the challenge this tag team match, i am sure that we will settle our differences inside the ring.
He puts on a big smile towards the Cassette Collective while holding a death grip upon Pogo who is struggling to get loose.
The Cassette Collective thinks about the offer before giving an answer.
KC Cooper: We just feel disrespected, and we expected this to go a totally different way, but I guess that is our fault for being too kind.
Pax, who looks more angry, rips the card to pieces and shakes her head.
Pax Egan: You know what, mate, I think this challenge laid out for us is perfect. It gives us the opportunity to not only get back in the ring, but also to teach these two clowns a lesson.
Pax looks at Candice and smirks.
Pax Egan: Miss Candice, we accept the offer.
Pogo finally manages to free himself from the grip from Stitches as he rubs his tiny hands across his clowns hair before putting on his goofiest smile.
Pogo: Maybe after our match we can still be friends!!! Just like me and Miss Jenny??
He extends his little hand to the girls with a look of sincerity.
The girls look down at his hand and nod their heads.
KC Cooper: I don't see that happening. Just to think we were going to give you both our scrunchies and invite you over to see our Saved by the Bell collection, but you don't deserve it after all. Now, if you'll excuse us, we've got that match to prepare for.
Pax and KC turn on their heels and leave the scene, angry over the fallout of that conversation.
Both clowns look at the two walk away before turning their attention back at each other, Stitches has an angry look on his face.
Stitches: See what you got ourselves into Pogo?? I guess I am going to prepare for my match as well.
Stitches walks off as that leaves Pogo with a sad look on his face.
Pogo: It’s a blessing and a curse to be this cute.
He shrugs as he waves to the camera as the shot fades.
The camera cuts to the back, where we see the door that leads to the basement stairwell of the arena. The door swings open, and Peter Vaughn steps out, earning a mixture of boos and cheers for the former World Heavyweight Champion. He turns back, looking at the maintenance guy behind him.
PETER VAUGHN: I think that should fix the problem. It’s always annoying when a valve gets jammed up, isn’t it?
CUSTODIAN: Again, I’m sorry that your locker room was too hot, Mr. Vaughn. But I’m thankful for your help.
PETER VAUGHN: Not a problem. I’ll send you guys a bill.
The custodian laughs, at least until he sees that Vaughn’s not joining in. He then looks concerned, turning and going back downstairs, while Vaughn makes his way down the hallway. He turns a corner, and then comes to a stop, staring forward.
PETER VAUGHN: Well, well, well…
The camera zooms out, giving us a better shot of the hallway… and showing CJ Phoenix standing there! The two men face off, staring at each other, as the crowd can be heard cheering this potential confrontation.
PETER VAUGHN: So you're out looking for me. CJ? Can’t wait until First Dance?
Phoenix gives a short laugh, shaking his head.
CJ PHOENIX: You really are full of yourself, you know that? You think I’m only in the arena because of you? I’ve got other business, along with friends to cheer on as they take over what used to be yours.
Vaughn’s face tightens for a second, and then he relaxes again. But Phoenix notices it.
CJ PHOENIX: Is that why my presence here bothers you so much? Because you know that the WGWF is going to have bigger stars in 2024?
PETER VAUGHN: Now why would that bother me? It just lines up more guys for someone like me to humble… guys like you.
Vaughn steps closer, with the two basically being nose-to-nose. The intensity could be cut by a machete.
CJ PHOENIX: You can still turn back, you know. You can still walk away from this match and depart into the night, safe from me tearing down your legacy here. You can still save yourself.
Vaughn seems to consider this for a moment, thinking it over. He then turns back to Phoenix with a shrug.
PETER VAUGHN: I’ve never wanted to be safe before. Why start now?
With that, Vaughn catches Phoenix with a right hand, knocking him back! Phoenix comes right back with a shot of his own, and quickly the two men are brawling in the middle of the hallway! The crowd is cheering, even as we hear startled shouts and screams from those caught near the melee. Both men land some good shots as they move up the hallway, fighting it out, until security guards come running in from every direction, trying to break things up. The crowd starts a “Let Them Fight!” chant, but it does no good, as security is quickly overwhelming the two men, pushing them back to opposite walls as Candice Page steps into view.
CANDICE PAGE: No, I don’t think so! We’re not ruining a marquee match-up for First Dance! Guards, take Vaughn that way, and you guys, take Phoenix the opposite. Both of you are done for the night!
Neither Vaughn nor Phoenix seem satisfied with this arrangement, as both try to break through security, only to get pushed back as more guys show up. They’re soon separated, as we head back to ringside.
The live crowd boos intently as Paul Page walks out to the top of the ramp with no music and begins walking toward the ring.
CENTURION: Hang on just a second, that’s PAUL PAGE, we saw him earlier tonight with the Fortunate Ones but he wasn’t arrested with the group. What the hell is he doing?
DERRICK DIAMOND: It looks like he’s headed to the ring!
CENTURION: I can see that.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Then why did you ask?
Paul Page climbs up on the ring apron before stepping through the ropes where he calls for the microphone. Paul takes center ring as he begins addressing the crowd.
PAUL PAGE: I don’t expect respect from any of you when my brother doesn’t even acknowledge my existence while his wife has my friends in the Fortunate Ones arrested for trespassing.
The crowd boos louder.
PAUL PAGE: Go figure my brother hiding behind his wife, sounds pretty normal… especially considering how he grew up…
Suddenly…
The crowd erupts!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Hold on a second!
Paul Page turns toward the top of the ramp to see Chris Page saunter through the curtain.
CENTURION: CHRIS PAGE IS HERE!
Paul Page looks like he’s seen a ghost as we see Chris start to make his way toward the ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I don’t think Paul Page was expecting this…
Chris Page reaches ringside as he calls for a second microphone before climbing up on the apron where he steps through the ropes and looks across the ring at Paul Page. The music fades away as we see Paul about to speak. Chris raises his microphone cutting him off.
CHRIS PAGE: Shut up!
The crowd roars loudly as Paul Page seems disrespected. Chris raises his head and glances over at Paul.
CHRIS PAGE: So you’re Paul Page.
Chris turns his attention toward the crowd while stating.
CHRIS PAGE: Happy New Year, by the way.
Appluase is heard from the crowd as Chris turns his attention back toward Paul.
CHRIS PAGE: I have a few questions for ya.
Paul looks to answer but once again Chris shuts him down.
CHRIS PAGE: When we were growing up, what city were we raised in?
Paul looks to answer, no dice.
CHRIS PAGE: Was our driveway long and even or hilly?
Paul raises his microphone and this time Chris doesn’t cut him off.
PAUL PAGE: What are you getting at? Are you out here to try and tell the world we aren’t brothers? Everyone knows we grew up in Detroit…
Chris cuts him off.
CHRIS PAGE: You’re sure about that? I mean, we grew up in the same house… right? I mean, I’m asking because I was born in Detroit, but I wasn’t raised there. Where were we raised? You know, right?
Paul Page begins to stutter.
CHRIS PAGE: Let me tell you, Rochester Hills, Michigan.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: I didn’t have to out you, you just outed yourself.
The crowd pops as Chris begins to remove his sportcoat and drapes it over the top rope.
CHRIS PAGE: The truth is I grew up an only child who was raised by his aunt because his dad was too busy being a professional wrestler to give a shit about what he called his biggest mistake! The truth is I got into professional wrestling to erase his memory for the annals of history… and that’s exactly what I’ve done twenty times over.
The tone in Chris’s voice begins to shift to a more stern, serious one.
CHRIS PAGE: The truth is that I never had a brother, and if I did… He wouldn’t look like someone named after spaghetti sauce.
Chris lowers the microphone where he begins to unbutton the sleeves of his white dress shirt and rolls them up one at a time while the crowd gets louder and louder.
CHRIS PAGE: The truth is that fucking around with J Mont has now put you in harm's way because much like you’re a fraud Page, he’s a fraud wrestler; and much like you’ve exposed yourself… I’ll be sure to make sure he exposes himself, again, at Last Dance on January 28th, but before we get there I wanted to come out here tonight so that you could do me a solid and send a message to J Mont whenever he’s done being plowed from behind in the slammer.
Paul Page throws a punch at Chris who blocks and Chris counters with a headbutt across the bridge of the nose of Paul! Chris drives Paul Page back against the buckles of a corner before bringing him out with an overhead release belly-to-belly suplex!
CENTURION: Paul Page is a fraud that’s been exposed!
Paul Page scurries to his feet where he is sent over the top rope with a lariat sending Paul over the top rope and out to the floor! Chris drops down to the mat and rolls out to the floor where he kicks Paul Page in the head before tossing the ring apron back!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Not only that, but Chris Page is sending a message to J Mont through him!
The crowd explodes as Chris pulls out a Barbed Wire Wrapped Steel Chair.
CENTURION: BARBIE!
Chris slides the chair into the ring before turning his attention back toward Paul Page. Chris picks him up and tosses him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Chris slides into the ring where he gets to his feet and picks up Barbie.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Page has Barbie and Paul Page is in his sights.
Chris measures Paul who is pushing himself up off the mat and getting back to his feet. Chris comes forward splitting Paul’s dome wide open with a vile chair shot from Barbie. Paul Page crumbles to the mat, blood pouring from his forehead. There is a massive chant of “CCP! CCP! CCP!” echoing throughout the arena.
CENTURION: Paul Page has been split wide open!
Chris Page drops Barbie on the mat before immediately picking Paul Page up where he positions him and drives him down into the barbed wire wrapped chair with a Page Plant! The crowd roars loudly as Chris gets back to his feet, picking up one of the microphones as he stands over Paul Page and gazes directly into the hard camera.
CHRIS PAGE: J Mont, game over.
Chris drops the microphone and stomps down on the back of Paul’s head driving it into the barbed wire one last time before we fade to commercial.
The opening bell sounds for our Main Event. Spencer Adams, Devlin Knight, and Tristan Slater talk over who is starting, and before it gets to a debate Tristan steps out to the ring apron followed by Spencer. On the other side of the ring Artemis and Dubois are on the apron leaving Austin Ramsey to start things off.
CENTURION: We are kicking off 2024 with a huge Six-Person Tag showcasing the participants of the First Dance Elimination Chamber. Austin Ramsey is starting for his team and Devlin Knight is starting for his.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I wonder how both of these teams will get along, to be fair. Austin has issues with everyone, including himself at times.
Austin and Devlin circle each other but before they can lock up Slater reaches over the top rope and blind tags the back of Knight. Slater steps through the ropes where Devlin has words with him while he exits the ring. Tristan doesn’t waste time in walking up to Austin and slapping him across the face!
CENTURION: Well damn.
Austin holds the side of his face where he was slapped as a sly smirk starts to appear before lunging at Slater and taking him down with a double leg! Austin floats around into a full mount where he starts unloading with a series of right hands! The referee lays the count to Austin who gets to his feet at the four count. Ramsey reaches down picking Slater up only to eat a jawbreaker for his troubles. Slater steps up to his feet lacing Ramsey across the chest with a knife-edge chop which echoes throughout the area while knocking Ramsey back into a neutral corner. Slater charges in but Austin catches him with a reverse elbow rocking Slater back toward the center of the ring. Austin comes out from the corner with a Superkick attempt but Slater catches the foot and transitions into a Dragon Screw Leg Whip. Slater doesn’t release the ankle and transitions into an Ankle Lock Submission!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Austin’s in trouble in the early goings!
Or is he? The referee asks him to surrender which Ramsey refuses and pushes up off the mat before rolling through the Ankle lock which sends Slater spilling out to the floor through the ropes. Ramsey is back to his feet where he bounces off the far side and gains a full head of steam where he dives through the ropes with a Suicide Dive crashing into Slater and sending Tristan back into the guardrail while Austin lands on his feet! Austin quickly takes Slater and hurls him back into the ring where Ramsey climbs up on the apron and lands a slingshot leg drop across Tristan’s throat!
Ramsey makes the cover.
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Kick out by Slater.
CENTURION: Beautiful slingshot leg drop by Ramsey but only good for a two count.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I am so excited for First Dance, one of these six will be crowned the new Intercontinental Champion.
CENTURION: And whoever it is will have to earn it because they’re going to have to go through hell inside the Elimination Chamber to procure it.
Austin gets to his feet where he picks Slater up off the mat and takes him back into the ropes where he looks for the Irish Whip, Slater reverses and Austin bounces off the ropes and into a reverse elbow from Slater sending Austin to the mat. Slater turns and tags Spencer Adams into the mat, Adams steps through the ropes entering the ring while Slater exits to the apron. We can see some words being had between Slater and Devlin. Adams picks Austin up and delivers a scoop slam.
Spencer lands a standing moonsault where he presses the cover.
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THR…
Austin pops a shoulder off the mat.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Adams wasting no time in trying to end this one.
Spencer is the first to his feet where he picks Austin Ramsey up and rocks him with a hard right hand knocking him back into the ropes. Spencer comes forward and shoots Austin across the ring, as he shoots him with the Irish Whip it’s Dubois who makes a blind tag to the back of Ramsey as he bounces off the near side, and baseball slides between the legs of Adams before getting back to his feet, Adams spins around but its Dubois who springboards off the top rope with a bulldog driving Adams down into the mat. Dubois makes the cover.
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THRE…
Adams escapes with a kick out.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Dubois with a near fall on Adams following that blind tag.
Dubois gets back to his feet where he picks Adams up and drives him back into a neutral corner. Dubios drives several shoulder blocks to the midsection of Adams before bringing him out of the corner with a snap mare followed by a shining wizard! Dubois makes another cover.
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THRE…
Adams kicks out again. Dubois is back to his feet where attention is drawn toward the top of the ramp to find Jake “The Snake” Roberts with Damien over his shoulders walking toward the ring!
CENTURION: Jake Roberts with Damien is headed to the ring!
Dubois slides out to the floor meeting Jake at the foot of the ramp. Dubois is seen asking Jake for Damien.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Dubois is asking for Damien!
Jake takes Damien off his shoulders and faints like he’s going to give the python to Dubois before drawing Damien back with a squint turning his back on Dubois and heading back up the ramp. Damien goes back over his neck, and it’s Damien who looks back toward Dubois with a longingly gaze in his eyes. Dubois turns back around toward the ring where Spencer Adams lands a springboard Shooting Star Press crashing down on top of Dubois! The crowd roars as Adams pops back up to his feet and picks Dubois up where he hurls him under the bottom rope. Adams climbs up on the ring apron and scales the turnbuckles up to the top rope where he leaps off with a diving elbow drop across the sternum of Dubois!
Adams makes the cover.
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THRE…
Dubois kicks out!
CENTURION: Adams nearly put Dubois away!
Spencer is back to his feet where he picks Dubois up and twists the right arm while backing up into his corner where Devlin Knight makes the tag. Devlin steps through the ropes and Tristan Slater immediately makes a blind tag to Knight! Devlin spins around as Slater climbs up to the top rope and jumps over him with a double axe handle to the twisted arm and shoulder of Dubois. Spencer questions Slater before he and Devlin step back out to the ring apron. Slater picks Dubois up off the mat and locks in a front face lock where he hoists Duboi up and drives him down with a Brainbuster.
Slater floats over into a cover.
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THRE…
Dubois kicks out! Slater gets back to his feet where he reaches down and picks Dubois up only to see Dubois counter with a jawbreaker that sends Slater back into the ropes, Slater bounces forward off the ropes where Dubois drives a boot to the midsection and lands a Canadian Destroyer!
Dubois quickly makes a cover hooking the inside leg.
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THRE…
Slater pops a shoulder to a pop from the crowd.
DERRICK DIAMOND: PEACE OUT PILEDRIVER… for just a two count.
CENTURION: That hasn’t been a finish in a decade.
Dubois finds his way back to his feet where he picks Slater up and drives him back into the corner housing Artemis and Ramsey. Artemis makes the tag and enters the ring to boos from the crowd. Artemis starts hammering away at Slater while Dubois holds him back against the corner. The referee lays the count to Dubois who steps out to the apron at the four count. Artemis brings Slater out from the corner with a side-Russian leg sweep! She floats over into a cover hooking the leg.
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THRE…
Slater escapes with a kick out while Artemis gets to her knees complaining about a slow count while getting to her feet. She stomps away at Slater before picking him up off the mat. Artemis shoots Slater into a neutral corner and charges in after him, Slater sidesteps Artemis and sends her crashing into the buckles. She spins around to eat a running step-up knee to the chin from Slater who follows up by bringing Artemis out of the corner with a running bulldog headlock driving her into the mat! Slater gets back to his feet and calls for his finish when he’s slapped across the back with a blind tag from Devlin Knight! Knight steps into the ring and immediately he and Slater go nose to nose. The referee lays the count to Tristan who is pulled back to the corner by Spencer Adams. Slater steps out to the apron at the referee’s four count but it’s the distraction that allows Artemis to roll up Devlin with a School Girl.
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THRE…
Knight kicks out!
CENTURION: You can almost sense this thing with Slater and Knight is reaching a boiling point. Can they coexist to get through this match?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Spencer Adams tried to place peacemaker, you can’t fault him for trying to keep things together while the match is in progress.
Knight beats Artemis to their feet where he catches her with a spinning backfist sending her spilling out to the floor where we see Donatello quickly at her side helping her back up to her feet. Knight slides out to the floor taking Artemis and her muse by the heads before slamming them together!
CENTURION: COCONUTS!
Knight hurls Artemis back into the ring while Donatello falls to the floor. Knight slides back into the ring and gets to his feet. Knight sizes Artemis up as she works her way back to a vertical base and spins around where Knight takes Artemis up into the air with a Fireman’s Carry!
DERRICK DIAMOND: DEVLIN’S LOOKING FOR KNIGHT-KNIGHT!
Artemis quickly gouges the eyes of Devlin before sliding down his back! Artemis spins Knight around and goes on a PAINTBRUSH BARRAGE! She lands six slaps across the face of Knight and follows up with a spin kick to the midsection and plants him with a DDT!
Artemis makes another cover.
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THRE…
Knight pops a shoulder off the mat to a huge ovation. Artemis gets back to her feet where she heads to her corner and tags Austin with a paintbrush slap! The crowd boos intently as Artemis points at Devlin while shouting at Austin. We see Austin step through the ropes where he slaps Artemis! The crowd erupts as Artemis can’t believe it! Donatello jumps up on the apron trying to get at Austin but it’s Ramsey who superkicks him off the apron!
CENTURION: Austin Ramsey isn’t taking any crap from anybody!
Artemis reluctantly steps out to the apron of the ring but when Austin turns his attention toward Devlin it’s Knight who takes Ramsey down with a Sling Blade! Knight gets back to his feet where he picks Austin up off and takes him back into the ropes, Austin is sent across the ring with an Irish Whip. Ramsey bounces off the ropes ducking under a lariat from Knight, he bounces off the the nearside and catches Knight with a Flying Forearm!
Austin nips up to his feet where he catches Devlin with an inverted Atomic Drop.
Austin backs up and looks for a Superkick!
Knight catches the foot and spins Austin around in a circle before superkicking the right knee out from under Devlin dropping him to one knee. Austin follows up bouncing off the ropes where he hits a vicious V-Trigger to Knight knocking him backward to the mat. Austin makes the cover hooking the leg!
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THRE…
Devlin escapes with another kick out!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Imagine what it’s going to be like at Monday Night Brawl’s First Dance when all six of these talented performers will be fending for themselves as it’s everyone for themselves with the Intercontinental Championship up for grabs.
CENTURION: One of these six will become only the second Intercontinental Champion since the WGWF relaunched, but tonight it’s going to be able who hold it together as a team versus who implodes first.
Austin gets back to his feet where he picks Devlin up and slams him down with a body slam. Austin points up to the top rope to a pop from the crowd. Austin steps out to the ring apron and begins climbing up to the top rope. Austin reaches the top turnbuckles where he sizes up Knight and sets sail with AIR AUSTIN!
Knight draws the knees up driving them into the midsection of Austin!
Knight then lunges toward his corner where Spencer Adams tags back into the contest. Adams enters the ring and immediately calls for 99 Problems!
CENTURION: Adams hits this it’s going to be over!
Austin begins to push himself up off the mat and as he does Adams explodes toward him looking to land 99 Problems! Austin ducks and the momentum sends Spencer into the ropes where Artemis is there to grab Adams by the throat and drop down to the floor hanging Adams up throat first across the top rope!
Austin gets up and is blind-tagged by Dubois.
Dubois slips into the ring where he hits Iconic Ilk! Dubois makes the cover.
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THRE…
Devlin Knight dives on top of Dubois making the save! Artemis dives into the ring and goes after Devlin where they spill out to the floor. In the ring Dubois gets back to his feet where he picks up Spencer and brings him in for a front face lock. Dubois looks for the DDT but it’s Adams who counters with a Northern Light Suplex with a bridge!
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THRE…
Dubois escapes with a kick out to a huge gasp from the crowd.
CENTURION: Near fall after near fall!
Spencer pops back up to his feet where he looks for 99 Problems! Dubois narrowly escapes and counters with a roll up!
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WINNERS VIA PINFALL: DUBOIS, ARTEMIS, and AUSTIN RAMSEY
Match Time: 26:34
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CENTURION: Dubois picks up the win over Spencer Adams heading into the Elimination Chamber match at First Dance. If that happens inside the Chamber you can kiss your chances of leaving with the Intercontinental Championship good bye.
Dubois escapes out to the floor with his arms in the air. The sound of pouring rain hits the arena speakers and fans start to look around the arena. A loud crash of thunder hits the speakers that sends a boom throughout the arena, shaking the seats underneath the fans.
DERRICK DIAMOND: What the hell was that?
Another BOOM of thunder hits and the crowd and bright strobe lights positioned throughout the arena flash. The lights then dim and the Tron lights up to footage of thunderstorms and flashing lightning.
Those in the crowd who are aware of the name on the screen get on their feet in excitement.
DERRICK DIAMOND: : What's he doing here?!
CENTURION: Hey... that's the Thunder Pro Wrestling American Champion... that's Maxwell Mason Stone!!
Maxwell Mason Stone slowly emerges from behind the curtain with his TPW American Championship over his shoulder. He looks around at the WGWF crowd and smiles and waves at them. He starts a slow march towards the ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: But why is he here? Is this a declaration of war?
Stone comes to a halt at the center of the entrance ramp and points at Devlin Knight.
CENTURION: Devlin Knight looks like he's seeing a ghost! I don't think he ever expected to see his old rival step foot in the WGWF!
Stone then points to Spencer Adams. Then to Tristan Slater.
Stone picks up his TPW American Championship belt and holds it out in front of him and then points to Dubois. Then Ramsey. Then Artemis. Stone then yells "I'M HERE!"
DERRICK DIAMOND: Has Candice Page just signed TPW American Champion Max Stone to Monday Night Brawl?
CENTURION: Listen to this crowd!
All eyes are locked on Max Stone as he looks down toward the six participants who will be locked inside The Elimination Chamber as we fade to commercial.
As the first cords of “The Enemy” by Godsmack begin to play, the big Texan is out on the stage, and the hate from the crowd is real as they boo him. He is attired in all black, leather duster, trunks, cowboy hat, and boots. He stares downward as the pyro erupts behind him and on both sides. The lights go out and then a single spotlight shines on him. He raises his head up to a more natural position and then looks to the sky. He raises both arms in the “Hook’em Horns” fashion and then snaps his arms back down by his side as pyro erupts from the ring post. He nods his head along with the music as he continues down the ramp as the irate crowd begins littering the ramp with garbage, he pauses there briefly as he stares out an angry crowd. He doesn't stop to wipe his feet on the ring apron before finally entering the ring. He stands in the center of the ring and raises the microphone up.
MAC: If you watched smash this past Monday night you know that your champion is starting to feel the pressure. His armor is cracking and I’m living rent free in his head.
Mac lowers the microphone and chuckles, that sick smile returns to his face as he raises the microphone back up
MAC: I sat at commentary as he defended his title against Grado, I don’t know why Grado was chosen, maybe he wants to defend that title against all the Ramsey’s before he faces me?
The crowd cheers at the mention of the Ramsey name, causing Mac to roll his eyes and snort.
MAC: Cheering them won’t make them winners. Regardless, he couldn’t focus on the task at hand. Just more evidence that I’m under his skin, like a bad Tijuana tattoo. You don’t have to take my word for it, I know that little pretender is in the back just waiting to interrupt my time.
on cue…
The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by J Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play, getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana looking as good as ever, black unbutton guayabera, white slacks and black loafters. Despite his usual good looks, something is clearly very different. He doesn’t have the World Heavyweight championship with him nor does he hold his usual Mezcal cocktail in his hand. He doesn’t take his time like he usually does to soak in the love from the fans, and instead makes his way to the ring with a purpose. He doesn’t approach Mac right away, but paces back and forth with a microphone. Then he comes back to the center of the ring to confront a smirking Mac Bane.
CHOLO: Pretender huh? Being the World Heavyweight Champion of this company hardly makes Cholo that. If you think Cholo is such a pretender, ask the men, tough men, I had to get through to win it… Then ask a lesser man, by looking in the mirror, if Cholo is a pretender… But let’s not go down that road again, we’ve already traveled it too many times. The reason Cholo wanted to come out here tonight is to let you know that the kids whose home you stole, were so excited to open your gifts on Chirstmas morning…. Cholo has never seen so much sadness displayed on so many children all at once… Let me just say now that, if Cholo didn’t think you were this before, he definitely thinks it now: you truly are a son of a bitch.
Mac smirks.
CHOLO: Cholo thought he would bring the gifts tonight for the whole world to see.
Cholo opens it and dumps the contents: lumps of coal… The crowd’s immediate reaction is a chorus of boos directed at Bane who only laughs.
CHOLO: You've hit Cholo where it hurts: his family… Because those kids are his family!
Cholo lowes the mic briefly as he ponders his next words, or perhaps his next move as the crowd watches on with anticipation.
CHOLO: You know Mac, Cholo knows all you are doing is trying to provoke Cholo... Trying to get Cholo to lose the cool he is known and loved all over the world for…
Cholo leaves that statement hanging there for a moment, his jaw squares and the fire comes to his eyes as the throbbing in vein along his temple throbs in time with is pulse.
CHOLO: Well congratulations Mac, you've succeeded!
Cholo unloads on Bane with a snap punch that takes the bigger man by surprise and drops him to one knee. Before Santana can follow up, Mac shoots back to his feet and headbutts Cholo on the bridge of the nose. The impact staggers Cholo back two steps but he comes right back at Bane with a hard right hand that takes the bigger man off his feet. Santana mounts Bane and starts reigning down right hands on his forehead as the crowd is going absolutely wild. Security rushes to the ring to try to separate them but Mac and Cholo make quick work of security and continue to pummel each other with haymakers.
Cholo gets the upper hand again with a series of left crosses that stagger the bigger man back against the ropes. Santana charges and clotheslines Bane over the top rope, he crashes unceremoniously to the floor outside. Cholo follows quickly and gets Mac back on his feet and tries to whip him into the barricade, but Bane reverses it and sends Cholo in instead bringing another steady round of boos from the crowd. Bane moves quickly to follow up on the damage, dragging Cholo back to his feet and rocking him with a series of right crosses to drive him back. They are now on the side of the ramp and fighting towards the back. They continue to fight each other through the back and out into the concession area where the fans can see. Every punch Cholo lands the crowd erupts and every punch Bane lands the respond with boos. For the first time, Mac gains the advantage with a kick to the groin of Cholo, doubling him over. Bane measures him and goes for the knee trembler knee strike to the temple but Cholo raises at the last second and takes Bane down with a handful of hair. The impact leaves Bane dazed and slow to get up. Cholo works quickly to drag him back to his feet and points at a nearby door, he launches Bane into it and the impact sends the door flying open where you can see the parking garage where all the wrestlers park.
A large crowd has gathered near the door where Bane went through, the camera focuses on the license plate of the car which reads “Mont”. Mac rolls to his hands and knees and smiles when he sees it. The smile disappears when Cholo drags him to his feet by his hair. Santana tries to drive Mac’s head into the hood of the car but Mac blocks him. A couple of quick elbows to Cholo’s sternum back him off a few steps, giving Mac the first real space he’s had in this fight so far. Santana tries to charge back in but Bane lowers his head and sends him up and over onto the hood of JMont’s car. Cholo is dazed and Mac looks around and finds what he’s looking for. On top of an equipment box is a 16-pound sledgehammer. Mac grabs it and steps up onto the hood of JMont’s car. Cholo has managed to back away slightly and is resting on the windshield. Mac doesn’t hesitate and brings the sledge crashing down but Cholo is able to avoid it as it smashes the windshield. Cholo is half on and half off of the car as Bane drags him back onto the hood.
Mac knees him in the gut as he raises him back up, then rams him face-first into the shattered windshield! The impact is so great that it drives Cholo into the front seat of JMont’s car! Cholo is motionless for a moment as Mac hops down off the hood of the car, he tries to open the door but it’s locked tight. Cholo looks over at him and smiles, then flips him off as the blood runs down his face onto the leather seats. Mac shrugs and then busts out the driver-side window, sending more glass showering Cholo with it. He reaches in and unlocks the door. Cholo is out the other side before Mac can take advantage. Mac goes around the car where Cholo was waiting and takes Bane down with a diving clothesline, causing Mac to lose his grip on the sledgehammer and it tumbles away.
Santana is back to his feet first, Bane is slower to rise and Cholo slaps him like a bitch. Cholo rips off his shirt and shouts at Mac who is crawling way.
CHOLO: You wanted El Matador pendejo?! You got him!
The emerald green eyes of Bane are now in focus and he returns the favor with a backhanded slap of his own.
MAC: You fucked around, son, and now you find out!
Mac comes at Cholo firing right hands and quickly slams Santana against the side of the car. Mac comes in for another right hand but Cholo uses Bane’s momentum against him pulling him into the car where Mac’s forehead bounces off the passenger window. Cholo doesn’t stop there and continues to ram Mac’s face into that window until it cracks. His mistake was positioning himself behind Bane who mule kicks him in the groin and both men collapse to the ground. Bane stirs first as security can be seen looking around and trying to locate them. Mac drags Cholo back to his feet, he rolls him on top of JMont’s car, dragging him to the roof of the vehicle. Mac gives the cut throat signal as the crowd begins to gather. He puts Cholo in position and lifts him in the air, he moves his arm and drives them both onto the hood of the car with BRANDED! Security finally locates them and gets Mac first, pulling him off of Cholo. Bane yells at Cholo.
MAC: FIRST DANCE WILL BE YOUR LAST DANCE!
Santana is being helped off the car on the other side but he pushes security away. The two men glare at each other with pure hatred, both covered in blood from their faces to their chests. One more act of defiance from Cholo as he flips Bane off with both hands. Monday Night Brawl fades to black
Match Credits: Goth, Terry Marshall, Jenny Myst, Chris Page
Segments: The Fortunate Ones, Lexi Gold, Dubois, Goth, Chris Page, Max Stone, Artemis, Peter Vaughn, CJ Phoenix, Cassette Collective, Pogo and Stitches, Mac Bane, Cholo
Graphics: Chris Page