WGWF Monday Night Smash Presents: Last Chance
Jan 28, 2024 22:08:55 GMT -5
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As the picture slowly opens up from the countdown screen, we see a shot of absolute darkness. It lasts for a few seconds, before a spotlight seems to come on in the distance, highlighting a man sitting there in front of a locker. The shot shifts closer to him, as we see his hands come forward, opening the locker in front of us. The hands are shown, hands that have seen a great deal of action, but are still filled with an intense amount of power. They clap together, rubbing for warmth, before beginning to get wrapped up in tape..
This business… can be exhilarating.
With the boxing tape fully secured, we see the hands flex for a moment before moving forward. They go inside of the locker, moving around for a second before pulling out a pair of old wrestling boots, which are dropped to the floor. We get a slow-motion dust cloud from them landing, showing they have been well used over the years.
You can be taken to tremendous highs… or momentous lows. You can drink the sweet taste of victory… or you can feel the agonizing wave of defeat. But all throughout, as the battles go on, what truly matters is the next… opportunity.
The shoes are laced up tightly, making sure they’re fully secured. The hands then reach back into the locker, moving around for a second or two before pulling out… a mask. The mask is turned to look towards the camera, as if being studied, before it’s turned around again as it’s pulled on. The camera then switches to the side, showing us the now-masked face… of Johnathan “The Beast” Cable. He gets to his feet, slamming the locker door shut as he walks away.
It all begins with your first chance. Your opening set of circumstances that can set you up for life in this business… or end it all before it’s even begun. After that, you build from it, you work for it, and you hope for another opportunity to follow. But after that first one, you never really know when your next chance… is your last.
The camera shows Cable walking forward, stopping as he raises his fists up. Ahead of him, we suddenly see the WGWF Smash Heavyweight Champion, Enigma, standing in his way. Cable immediately steps forward, throwing a haymaker… which rattles the punching bag from the force just launched into it. Cable lands a few more punches, crashing them against the bag, ducking and weaving as he throws some more.
There are some tonight who are getting to that first chance, and are hoping to make the most of it.
As Cable continues to work the bag, we see flashes of various wrestlers, including Gideon King and John Blade, appearing on the wall next to him. Opposing them, we see Ragnarok and Maxwell Mason Stone, ready to stop them from proceeding further.
Others are desperately seeking that next opportunity, knowing that gold could very well be within their grasp.
Cable lands a destructive hook to the body of the bag, knocking it backwards, as behind him, we see the six wrestlers of the X Division Showdown pop up, each looking at each other with scorn and fury in their eyes.
Some view opportunity in the destruction of their enemies…
Another heavy punch rocks the bag. We see Chris Page and Joe Montuori face-to-face, with Page wishing that he could kill JMont with just a single look.
… While still others see their next opportunity… with the potential for a downward spiral, heading towards the end of things as we know it.
As Cable launches another one-two combination, we see two silhouettes high up on the wall, barely visible. You can make out Iconoclast attacking Sports Entertainment Xpress, with the two teams fighting to avoid a long, dangerous fall…
Yes, there are all sorts of opportunities left in the world out there. All sorts of chances to gain success if you’re brave enough to fight for it.
Cable starts striking the bag harder and harder, as we see more flashes of Enigma in action, Enigma standing in his way. The final hit sends the bag off of its secure point, dropping it hard to the ground, as Cable turns towards the camera.
But for me? The only opportunity that matters… is the one that remains right in front of me.[
With that, Cable pounds his fists together, looking intensely at the camera, before walking past it, heading towards his destiny. The video screen abruptly cracks…
And shatters, bringing us to the Wells Fargo Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The Philly fans are on their feet in a sold-out arena, cheering wildly as the fireworks begin, welcoming us to WGWF Smash’s Last Chance!! As the explosions clear away, leaving a cloud of smoke drifting towards the ceiling, the cameras shift along the wildly chanting fans before arriving at the announce table, where Patrick Matthews and CJJ are both anxiously awaiting the start of the show.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hello, everyone, and welcome to Philadelphia, The City of Brotherly Love!!
CJJ: I can’t say I’m feeling the love right now! It feels more like bloodlust, as this crowd is ready for war!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re here for what is guaranteed to be one of the biggest shows of the year, as WGWF Monday Night Smash Presents: Last Chance!! And that’s indeed what’s in store for tonight, as Johnathan Cable gets his one and only opportunity to dethrone the Smash Heavyweight Champion, Enigma!
CJJ: One chance or a million of them, he’d never do it! No one’s taking down The Fortunate Ones tonight!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s sure to be an epic war between these two intense athletes, and that’s just one of NINE scheduled matches on the show! We’re kicking things off with a match that could headline anywhere else, as “Chronic” Chris Page goes to war in a No Holds Barred match with his hated rival, Joe Montuori!
CJJ: And JMont is going to shut Page up once and for all!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Or Page is going to finally silence the mouth of the Most Hated Man in the WGWF!
CJJ: Not a chance in hell!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ve also got history being made tonight, as six wrestlers will compete in two tiers of matches to determine who gets crowned the first-ever WGWF X-Division Champion!
CJJ: Again, a no-brainer, as a Fortunate One will be walking away with it!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But which one? Both Clyde Newton and Amber Mansley are wanting that belt! Will greed tear the Fortunate Ones apart?
CJJ: Nah, they’ll find a way to decide it, I’m sure!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, if they don’t, then Corey Bull, Samuel Chatman, Xavier Lux, and Damage will all be seeking their own fortune here tonight!
CJJ: Lux is a good guy, I’d support him, but I’m sure he’ll do what’s right for The Fortunate Ones.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Add onto that the debut of Maxwell Mason Stone, the feud between Edward Grado and Seth Stevens, the bloody grudge between Johnny Stylez and FPV, and a Free Fall match for the World Tag-Team Championship, we are guaranteed to have every bit of action you can possibly crave tonight… and more!
CJJ: It’s going to be one for the ages!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And with that said, it’s time to get to our first contest of the night!
CJJ: Woooo, let’s go JMont!!
MEMPHIS BELLE: The following is a NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH, about to make his way to the ring… “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE!
The ovation is unreal as Chris Page saunters out to the top of the ramp in a black leather jacket over a white tank top, black jeans, black combat boots, and over his shoulder is a barbed wire-wrapped baseball bat. Pyro starts exploding above the tron as Page is all business. Chris starts to make the walk toward the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Chris Page, the man who signs the checks is the same man who is walking that aisle to kick J Mont’s ass!
Chris doesn’t pay attention to the crowd, he’s locked in on the ring and as he reaches ringside he climbs up on the ring apron, steps through the ropes, and drops his barbed-wire-wrapped bat so that he can remove his jacket. Page backs up against a neutral corner with Barbie in his left hand.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And his opponent…
MEMPHIS BELLE: About to make his way to the ring, he is representing The Fortunate Ones, led to the ring by SHAUN HART, he is JOE MONTUORI!
The boos are unreal as J Mont and Shaun Hart emerge out to the top of the ramp. J Mont locks eyes with Chris Page who is now pacing like a caged animal back and forth in the ring. J Mont and Shaun Hart begin making the walk toward the ring. Once the duo reach ringside Shaun has some words with J Mont before Mont climbs up on the apron and gazes across the ring at Chris Page, but before J Mont can step into the ring…
The crowd pops huge to the surprise of everyone!
MEMPHIS BELLE: And introducing the special guest referee, making her RETURN to the WGWF, she is SONYA BENSON!
The ovation grows louder as Sonya Benson emerges in front of the crowd in a referee’s shirt that she’s made into her own. She holds up a thumb drive in her left hand while pointing at J Mont and then making the shame-shame motion with her fingers as she starts to make her walk toward the ring. Chris Page takes full advantage and rushes J Mont blasting him from behind and knocking him off the apron and on top of Shaun Hart taking both men down!
CJJ: That coward attacked Mont from behind!
The music for Benson stops abruptly as she sprints down toward the action and calls for the opening bell! Page drops down to the mat and rolls out to the floor picking both J Mont and Hart up where he smashes their heads together!
PATRICK MATHEWS: COCONUTS!
Shaun Hart bumps like a rockstar as Page spins Mont around and begins biting him across the forehead! Sonya Benson slides into the ring and watches on as Page takes Mont and drives him face-first off the ring apron! Chris takes J Mont and drives him lower back first into the ring apron! Page follows up with a knife-edge chop across the chest echoing throughout the arena as the crowd roars in approval. Page pulls Mont off the apron into a front waist lock where he hurls him overhead with a belly-to-belly release overhead suplex sending Mont splatting on the mats on the floor. Page tosses the ring apron back and pulls out a steel chair.
CJJ: And of course Page brings out the first weapon, coward.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What are you complaining about? This is No Holds Barred! J Mont has ALL of this coming!
Mont rolls over and pushes himself to all fours as we see Chris Page raise the chair up in the air only to have Shaun Hart grab it from behind which allows J Mont to land a low blow to Page! The crowd roars with boos as J Mont gets back to his feet and is handed the chair by Shaun Hart. Shaun turns and motions toward the back which brings Clyde Newton and Amber Mansley sprinting from the back. J Mont waffles Page across the back with the chair as Chris reaches all fours. Newton and Mansely reach ringside and both begin stomping away at Chris Page before Clyde picks Page up and hurls him into the ring. Mansley, Mont, Newton, and Hart slide into the ring where a four-on-one assault begins to unfold with Sonya Benson being powerless to stop anything.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Now this is some bullshit…
CJJ: Oh is it now? What were you just saying about this being No Holds Barred? Who's complaining now?
The crowd erupts with massive boos as Clyde and Shaun Hart hold Page by his arms as Mansey starts unloading with massive right hands. J Mont turns his attention toward Sonya pointing the chair at her while spouting off in her direction. Suddenly the crowd erupts as we see DEVLIN KNIGHT walk out to the top of the ramp and lock eyes with J Mont.
PATRICK MATHEWS: DEVLIN KNIGHT IS HERE!
CJJ: BUT HE’S ALONE! Two versus Four isn’t a good look, and he’s on Brawl! Why is he even allowed in the building?!?!
J Mont and Shaun beg Devlin to come to the ring pointing out the numbers. Devlin nods his head and begins making the walk toward the ring. The crowd explodes with a louder ovation as Devlin points behind The Fortunate Ones to reveal AUSTIN RAMSEY! TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY! SAM CHATMAN! EDWARD GRADO!
PATRICK MATHEWS: DEVLIN’S BROUGHT BACKUP IN FORM OF THE SHOW STEALERZ AND THE LONE WOLVES!
Before Devlin makes it to ringside, Chatman and Grado take out Newton and Mansley, and Austin and Todrick take out Shaun Hart! A massive brawl begins to unfold between TFO members and The Show Stealerz and The Lone Wolves!
CJJ: THIS ISN’T FAIR! IT ISN’T RIGHT!
The Lone Wolves spill out to the floor with Mansley and Newton as they brawl around the ring while Austin and Todrick send Shaun Hart sailing over the top rope and out to the floor! J Mont spins around to see a seething Austin Ramsey standing before him and by the time he turns around Devlin Knight jumps up on the ring apron. There’s another massive response from the crowd as SMASH CHAMPION ENIGMA walks out to the top of the ramp. J Mont spins around and sees the Monster Machine, and upon seeing him a smirk draws on his face. J Mont motions for the Monster Machine but Enigma doesn’t budge. Instead, Enigma turns his back and walks back through the curtain garnering MONSTER ovation!
PATRICK MATHEWS: ENIGMA WALKED BACK THROUGH THE CURTAIN!
Cameras follow Enigma back through the curtain where Denise Essex tries to get some words from the Smash Champion!
DENISE ESSEX: Enigma! Enigma! Why didn’t you go to the ring just now to help J Mont?
Enigma stops walking and cuts his head toward Denise,
ENIGMA: You haven’t been paying attention!
PATRICK MATHEWS: ENIGMA’S MADE A STAND!
Enigma walks away leaving Denise holding the microphone as we cut back to the ring and J Mont is surrounded by The Show Stealerz and Devlin Knight. The crowd is on fire as Sonya Benson backs up into a corner and hops up to a seated position on the top rope. She motions to someone at ringside who jumps up on the apron and hands her some popcorn. Out on the floor, Mansley and Newton gain the upper hand on The Lone Wolves and can slide into the ring attacking Austin and Todrick from behind. Mont swings the chair at Devin but Knight ducks out of the way and J Mont spins around where Page is back up and catches him with a Spinbuster Slam! Knight brawls with Newton and Mansley, and the numbers game begins to show until Chatman and Grado slide back into the ring! The Brawl continues as Devlin and company clear the ring and take the fight up the ramp. The Ramseys, The Lone Wolves, and Devlin Knight have cleared Mansley, Newton, and Shaun Hart bringing this to a one-on-one affair.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Now THIS is what we’ve all wanted to see! No Fortunate Ones to interject!
The crowd is so loud as Chris Page gets back to his feet and points toward his corner and Barbie. Page walks over and picks up the barbed wire bat and waits for Mont who is starting to work his way to his feet. Page glances toward Sonya and gives her a wave before running toward Mont and driving the barbed wire bat into his forehead sending Mont crashing to the mat and busted wide open!
CJJ: This is not fair on SOOOOO many levels!
Page bounces off the rope, uses the barbed wire bat as a makeshift elbow and drives it into his skull a second time! Chris makes the cover which causes Sonya to throw down her popcorn and slide into position to make the count.
1!!
2!!
Page pulls J Mont up off the mat breaking the count as blood pours down his face.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Nay-Nay says Chris Page. The pain and suffering is just beginning.
Page pulls a bloody J Mont up to his feet and smacks him in the face with an open-hand slap before forcing Mont back into a neutral corner by the throat. Page leans in and whispers something in Mont's ear before swinging with a right hand. Mont evades and sends Page into the buckles. J Mont begins unloading with a series of European Uppercuts before bringing Page out of the corner and landing a picture-perfect standing dropkick! Mont immediately takes a mount position and begins hammering down with a series of right hands one after another after another!
CJJ: Page is going to regret not beating Mont when he had the chance because not J Mont is through effing around.
Mont gets back to his feet where he wipes the blood away from his face. J Mont goes back to the steel chair picking it up and he smacks it against the mat. Page rolls over and pushes himself up to one knee and then stands to his feet where Mont waffles him over the head with a vile chair shot with such force the chair dents over Page’s head before Chris crumbles to the mat. The crowd erupts with boos toward J Mont as he tosses the chair to the mat and points at Sonya to make the count. J Mont drops down into a cover. Sonya thinks about it for a second and does slowly get into position to make the count.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Page pops a shoulder off the mat to a pop from the crowd.
CJJ: Benson was in no hurry to make that count.
PATRICK MATHEWS: The cadence of the count was perfectly fine.
J Mont gets to his feet and stomps away at the face and upper body of Page. He picks him up off the mat and hurls Chris over the top rope and out to the floor. Mont drops down to the mat and rolls out after Page where he takes Chris by both legs and falls backward with a catapult sending Page smashing face-first off the ring post and crumbling down to the floor. J Mont drops to one knee and pulls a Table out from underneath the ring. J Mont opens the legs of the table and positions it a few feet away from the ring apron.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Now look at who’s introducing weapons.
CJJ: Someone sounds a little salty now that the tide has turned.
J Mont comes around the ring to find Page crawling away. J Mont comes up behind Page and stomps him straight in the spine. J Mont picks Page up where for the first time we see that he’s been opened up by the ring post. J Mont yanks Page around the ring where he drives Page face-first off the table top. Mont hurls Page back into the ring and slithers in after him. Mont begins choking Page with one hand over his throat. Sonya can’t do anything but flip J Mont off. Mont breaks the choke and gets back to his feet. Mont reaches down, picking Page up off the mat and rocks him with a European Uppercut that sends Chris back into the ropes. Jmont rushes in only to eat a reverse elbow from Page who quickly takes a font waist lock and hurls Mont over the top rope and crashes through the table with Overhead Release Belly-to-Belly Suplex!
CJJ: SOMEONE CHECK ON J MONT! IF HE GOES THE RATINGS GO WITH HIM! HE'S OUR MONEY MAKER, OUR SAVIOR! WITHOUT J MONT THIS COMPANY WOULD BE DEAD!
PATRICK MATHEWS: How you can say any of that with a straight face is beyond me.
Page wipes blood away from his face before stepping through the ropes and dropping down to the apron before stepping down to the floor. Page picks Mont up from the debris of the broken table and drives Mont face-first off the top of the ring steps. Mont is brought around the ring and thrown back inside the ring by Page. Chris reaches under the ring and pulls out a cluster of light tubes that have been taped together on both ends with black electrical tape.
Chris rolls back into the ring with the tubes in hand.
Chris gets to his feet where he points the light tubes at J Mont garnering a massive ovation from the crowd. Chris waits for J Mont to get to his knees when there is suddenly a commotion from the crowd and our cameras pick up MIA MONTUORI climbing over the security barrier and rolling into the ring where she comes up from behind kicking Page square in the junk!
PATRICK MATHEWS: MIA MONTUORI! YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!?!?!?!
CJJ: The Queen has arrived! And she’s made her presence felt in a HUGE way.
There is a sudden massive ovation from the crowd as CANDICE PAGE can be seen sprinting down the ramp! Candice slides into the ring and gets to her feet where she takes Mia down with a double leg and starts hammering away with right hands!
PATRICK MATHEWS: CANDICE PAGE HAS ARRIVED!
The crowd goes ape shit as Candice and Mia roll out to the floor with Candice driving Mia into the security railing! In the ring J Mont grabs the light tubes and pulls himself back to his feet. Chris reaches his knees but it’s Mont who shatters the light tubes over the bloody head of Page, sending Page falling backward to the mat.
J Mont drops down making the cover. Sonya makes the count.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Page kicks out! Out on the floor, Candice and Mia fight up the ramp leaving the match to continue.
CJJ: Come on Mont!
A bloody J Mont gets to his knees and spouts out at Sonya Benson to count faster. Page has been busted open wider as blood pours from his forehead. J Mont steps up to his feet where he calls for a punt kick. J Mont staggers backward and falls back into a corner. Page slowly rolls over where he begins to push himself up off the mat. J Mont sizes Page up and charges forward looking to punt Page in the temple! Page throws his head out of the way at the last second and when J Mont spins around he’s met with a Code Breaker by Page!
Both men are down and Sonya Benson looks on and starts trying to rally Page on. Chris starts to stir after several seconds. Page crawls into a cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
J Mont kicks out before the count of three to a huge gasp from the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Just a two count!
CJJ: I see Sonya didn’t have any issues getting into position on that one.
Chris gets back to his feet, blood continuing to pour from his forehead. Chris staggers forward and picks J Mont up off the mat where he sets him up to deliver a Page Plant! J Mont spins out and looks for the JKO, Page shoves J Mont forward and sends Mont bouncing off the near side and into a Judas Effect! The crowd roars loudly as J Mont is rocked to one knee. Page charges forward with a shining wizard right on the money!
Page makes the cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Another kick out from J Mont!
CJJ: COME ON J MONT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I love your objectivity.
Page begins getting back to his feet where he reaches down, picking J Mont up off the mat. Page sets Mont up for the Page Plant! Mont counters with a back body drop! Page finds his way back to his feet where he runs into a JKO!
J Mont makes the cover by hooking the near leg. Reluctantly Sonya gets into position.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Page throws his free foot over the bottom rope and into the eyeshot of Benson who stops the count! J Mont gets to his knees throwing both arms up in the air thinking this match is over!
CJJ: MONT’S DONE IT! MONT’S BEATEN PAGE!
Sonya throws J Mont’s arms down pointing at Page’s foot on the bottom rope which throws J Mont into a fit as he gets back to his feet and begins arguing with Benson.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sonya caught Page’s foot on the rope! And now instead of capitalizing we see J Mont arguing about it!
We hear a loud “CCP! CCP! CCP!” chant echoing from the crowd as Chris rolls over and begins pushing himself up out of a pool of his own blood. J Mont turns his attention and sees Page getting to one knee. Mont comes forward with a straight kick to the bloody forehead knocking Page backward to the mat. J Mont reaches down picking Page up, he flips Chris off and looks for a second JKO!
Page latches onto the top rope and it sends J Mont crashing down to the mat!
The chant for Page grows louder and louder as J Mont starts getting back to his feet. Page comes off the ropes with a boot to the midsection! The roof explodes as Page locks Mont up and positions him for the PAGE PLANT!
CJJ: NO! NO! NO!
PATRICK MATHEWS: If Page hits the Page Plant, it’s over!!
Page lifts up… and then Sonya Benson comes flying in, DELIVERING THE BITCH TRIGGER!!!!
CJJ: What??
PATRICK MATHEWS: WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?!
Page is down, stunned, as Sonya stands over him, looking down into his dazed eyes… and flipping him off!
CJJ: YES!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?
Knocked senseless, Chris somehow starts to drag himself up, before falling back to his knees. Benson slowly starts to back away from Page and into a corner, as Page is still trying to reach his feet. J Mont can be seen crawling toward Barbie in the corner of Page. J Mont grabs Barbie and gets back to his feet. Page, still staring off towards Benson, doesn’t know what’s happening behind him, as Mont waffles Page in the dome with the barbed wire-wrapped bat!
J Mont tosses the bat on the mat and follows up with a JKO onto the bat!
J Mont makes the cover with Sonya quickly getting down into position.
1!!
2!!
3!!
The building nearly comes undone at the pillars from the nuclear reaction from the fans. They can’t believe it. The only thing that’s able to power over their collective voices, is the song that plays, which is different than J Mont’s usual victory theme song. This one is…
As Friend’s Forever by Saved by the Bell plays, Sonya helps the bloodied but triumphant J Mont up, and then, after a small dramatic pause, they plow into each other with the biggest, warmest, most adorable best friend hug ever!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JOE MONTUORI
Match Time: 21:34
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CJJ: HE’S DONE IT! J MONT HAS CONQUERED THE BEAST! HE AND SONYA BACK TOGETHER… *in singing voice*.. REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD!
PATRICK MATHEWS: THEY FOOLED US ALL! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! AFTER ALL THE PERSONAL ATTACKS AND THE HUMILIATION BACK AND FORTH.. AND THIS.. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY!
The two bounce up and down in each other's arms, still hugging, as every manner of food and drink and even rolls of toilet paper are hurled into the ring by the riotous crowd. It looks like late 90s WCW right now.
Not a bit of it phases the BFFs as they finally break from the hug and each places a foot on the chest of Chris Page and poses, adding plenty of humiliation to go on top of the defeat. Then, if this all wasn’t enough, the pair rear their heads back, snort, and then launch a pair of synchronized wads of spit down onto Page.
The bulk of security has finally gotten control of the chaos outside the ring and backstage, allowing some of the security personnel to hit the ring, but Mont and Benson see them coming and haul ass through the crowd making a grand getaway.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We are back, just in time to tell you about the next…
Clamoring fans scuttle over who will win their favorite Last Chance matches. A golden grand montage hits to nothing but boos and angry fan chants to get lost. The pompous dickbag, Gabriel Reno, heads through the curtain with a trademark smirk ear to ear. He soaks in the hate to fuel his competitive first. Basking in the ambiance of being the most hated man in the business.
CJJ: His match isn’t right now? Why is Reno out here?
He nonchalantly struts down the ramp… pointing to his biggest haters with glowing admiration. Reno struts up the steps, tucking his jacket in, bending through the top and second rope, picking up the laying microphone to antagonize the locals…
CJJ: HA! He just wants to tease Wells Fargo Center, get them amped up for later! Smart!
Boos intensify! Reno looks into the camera, pantomiming a title around his waist, mouthing the word ‘Champion’ as he struts around the squared circle.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Is it really that simple, let’s find out. Gabe Reno on the mic, LIVE at LAST CHANCE!
Fans chant “YOU’RE GOIN OVER!! YOU’RE GOING OVER” in reference to the FREE FALL stipulation to take place on a high platform in the Tag Championship bout versus long reigning SMASH favorites, Sports Entertainment Xpress.
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“Yessssssss! I know! You have been poisoned to think I am a baaaad guy! But am I realllyyyyy thatttt bad? Surely, I’m not as bad or dirty as… PHILADELPHIA!”
PATRICK MATHEWS: He really has a waaaaay with words, doesn’t he, C?
CJJ: Yeaaaah. That’s one way to put it.
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“Enough with the pleasantries, Philly! Onto pressing business. NO- I don’t mean the tag titles that Iconoclast will surely have by night’s end, OH, NO! Smash is a very special place… you invited me in for a great match against your favorite team. I don’t take that lightly! NO, NO! I have to repay Page, Barrows, and the staff of WGWF by doing what I always do…BY-BURNING SHIT TO THE FUCKING GROUND.”
Philly fans boo and toss garbage at him in the ring.
CJJ: What’s that even mean..?
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“It means I am not here to be second fiddle. TO ANYBODY!!! NOT SEX in the tag division. NOT DEVLIN, SPENCER, OR ANY OTHER MIDDLING ASSHOLE! AND NOT to the unFORTUNATE ONES… posers like CLYDE and AMBER trying to ride coattails to gain acclaim… GOT IT?! GOooOOOd, THeeNNNNN!
OH-
AND DEFINITELY NOT…”
Collective gasps fill the SMASH go big or go home supershow setting.
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“TO-JOE MONTUORI.”
BOOS RAIN DOWN ON WELL FARGO ARENA! Parents earmuff kids. CJJ earmuffs himself.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maybe worry about your really tough all-time great opponents tonight, first, pal!
CJJ: JMONT!?!?
People grab their phones going for X as fast as humanly possible. Reno turns to exit the ring, then stops, turning back around seriously.
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“ANNNNNNNnnNNnnNND-TO MAKE SURE,
the unFORTUNATE ones are SECOND.I’ll have a little surprise to unveil,
NOT NOW, BUT-
week by week. Step by step.
Slowly but SURELY!
Champion… by… CHAMPION!!!!”
Smirking like he knows something no one else does.
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“Tood-aloo for now… bitch.”
Reno tosses the mic out, simultaneously a fire stream of letters appears,
Mathews and CJJ look up at each other in complete shock.
CJJ: Champion by Champion? What is he saying?
PATRICK MATHEWS: That apparently, Gabe Reno is going after… THE FORTUNATE ONES??
Last Chance returns to entrances underway, John Blade's music simmers to an audience murmur. From inside the squared circle, Blade talks to the front rows about side-hustles, brand loyalty, and contraception respect. Fans gleam at the antique lock appearing on WGWF programming, ala the TPW American Champion making his debut… "Burning Bright" hits by Nine Inch Nails. Anticipation builds, Thunder fans hold their hands up in the stone signal.
PATRICK MATHEWS: WHAT A GET! AMERICAN CHAMP IS HERE! 6'4" out of Paradox Pines, Oregon, and THUNDER PRO WRESTLING!!
CJJ: Uncivil War looms, but in the meantime we get an appetizer of Stone!
Seconds pass without the entrance. Cameras flow through the curtain to guerilla. Max Stone and several WGWF staff members are held at bay, DAMIEN IS BLOCKING THE ENTRANCE WAY! His fangs are out and snarling at the people around him. Behind them, Jake Roberts emerges from the shadows. Damien spots him! Slithering quickly after the slimy mentor of he and Dubois! Stone shrugs, passing by the unblocked curtain, and finally out to an enormous roar! "TPW" chants start in the back as WGWF security gathers to make sure the place doesn't get too rowdy. Stone holds out his arms, dashing in a gorgeous American Champion motif, from red, white, and blue top of the line tights, to boots reading "MASON" on one boot and "STONE" on the other. Blade runs his mouth from over the rope forcing the official to back him up and allow Maxwell up the stairs and into the ring ropes. John backs into his corner nervously, Mason hands his title to the referee for safe keeping as the bell rings amongst massive audience angst.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Blade is jawing at the American Champion now, the two face to face… now a tie up takes both men into the ropes. Blade uses muscle to push Mason into a lariat off the near side, across, into a leapfrog, and across into a lay down…
CJJ: John goes for a clothesline, but the technician Stone turns, weidling Blade over from a hip toss! Blade back up into another! AND A THIRD!
Blade groggily walks toward Maxwell, being scooped into a fall away slam. "TPW" chants intensify inside the house show seating. Stone points at his special American tights, running the ropes into a walk-in elbow drop on John. Blade grunts, then spins back up to his feet, dodging a Stone boot to the face, lifting the Champion up into locked arm guerilla press position. Stone shifts his weight to the left, sliding down to the mat, grabbing Blade into a textbook german suplex. Blade bonus into an involuntary momentum back roll. Laying face down now in the corner of the ring. Stone quickly pulls him to center, going for a pin!
CJJ: The official in position now!
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Blade flips out of the leverage. Maxwell gathers on his knees. Both men rise to standing positions. John hits Mason with a right hand, then another, and another, AND ANOTHER, ANNND ANOTHERRR! Stone is rocked into the corner. Blade mounts the second rope, delivering his razor Blade chops after SHHHing the crowd for full audible chop appreciation. Maxwell wilts after seven or eight, falls between John's legs down to the mat. Blade gestures toward the crowd for a DEATH VALLEY DROP! Lifting Stone but his armpits from behind, he steps under, lifting mason into doomsday position. Stone regains his senses, rolling down and forward, grabbing blade's legs into a small package!
PATRICK MATHEWS: STONE HAS BLADE IN A PIN!
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CJJ: OhhHHHhHHh!!!!
THR-
Blade escapes at the last possible moment! He rolls to his feet again, barking at Stone about trying to trap him in a cheap pin attempt! Stone gets tired of hearing it, chop stunning Blade, then abruptly landing a Flatliner! BUT- he doesn't go for a pin. Stone walks over to the corner. He smiles, egging on the ongoing chants for his home organization. John stirs, shaking his head from the effects of the Flatliner. Maxwell points as kids with American title replicas trying to get his attention. Blade runs up behind, he hits but not clean, still staggered but still getting 80% of a high DEATH VALLEY DROP!
CJJ: BLADE HAS A TPW CHAMPION DOWN- PAT!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The Champion took his time and allowed Blade to get himself back into this one!
Both men run a standing ten count to eight. They trade a few shots in the center. John throws a wreckless clothesline between Stone and the official. WHO TAKES THE BRUNT AND IS DOWN!
PATRICK MATHEWS: John Blade just nailed the referee- STONE HAS HIM!
As Blade apologizes to the ref, Maxwell capitalizes, grabbing him for a RENEGADE SPIKE DRIVER! Stone hooks the leg, then rolls out, remembering the official being incapacitated. He shakes the ref profusely… BUT BLADE CATCHES HIM IN A STEPOVER TOE-HOLD SLEEPER! Mason swings wildly to escape the final cinch in by John Blade!
PATRICK MATHEWS: STONE IS LOCKED INTO THE BLADE SLEEPER HOLD! The ref is still down!!
CJJ: OH MY GAAWWDDDDDDD!!! WAIT! He has the ropes!
Maxwell manages to grab the bottom rope but Blade keeps the hold on with no count to break for. Stone moans in pain, beginning to fade, his eyelids growing heavier, and heavier…
PATRICK MATHEWS: THE REF CAN'T STOP HIM!
Stone stops struggling. Blade pulls his weakened opponent to the center of the ring, he helps the ref to his feet in the corner to the right. He thanks Blade and assures him of no DQ, as it was an accidental miss on Stone that flattened him. John thanks him, turning around to lift Stone by the head into AVALANCHE position! The official wipes off his face and focuses on the action. Stone rotates his weight again, the two men counter back and forth, up and down, side to side!
CJJ: Who has the advantage!?
Blade throws a cheap elbow, Stone ducks under, lifting John into the MOMENTA AXIS!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: NAILED IT!
Mason hooks both legs on the disabled Blade! The ref is in count posture on time!
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CJJ: COME ON BLADE, DO IT FOR THE WGWF!
BLADE STRUGGLES but cannot get a shoulder UP!
THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: MAXWELL MASON STONE
Match Time: 7:28
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PATRICK MATHEWS: NooOoooo can do! Mason Maxwell Stone marks his first opponent during this return tour in WGWF! TPW American Champion gets our newly Cholo minted Intercontinental Champion, Iconic Dubois… AT UNNNNNNCIVIL WAAARRRR!!!
Stone smiles as the referee raises his hand. He exits the ring through the middle rope and grabs his TPW American Championship from the timekeeper's table and then grabs a folding chair. He hurls the chair over the top rope and into the ring. He asks the timekeeper for a mic and then gets into the ring, picks up the chair and holds it for a moment in the air.
CJJ: Oh come on. The match is over… What's he gonna do with that chair?
Stone unfolds the chair, places it down, and takes a seat.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Looks like he's going to use it for its intended purpose. Don't see that too much these days.
MMS: "One down here in the WGWF. Still strange for me to say that I'm here and I'm sensing it's odd for others too because ever since I walked out on Monday Night Brawl on January 1st, I've been hearing the same question over and over again….
… Why is Maxwell Mason Stone in the WGWF?"
Stone lifts the TPW American Championship up so the camera could pick up a shot.
MMS: "Sure, I'm on a hell of a run over in Thunder Pro Wrestling. Just ask the guy who held this title right here. The guy who holds this show and every other show hostage with his antics."
The crowd boos at the mention of Joe Montuori.
CJJ: Oh shut up…
MMS: "But the truth is that the WGWF has been calling my name ever since I learned that we're having ourselves a little interpromotional shindig. I wanted to step in here and introduce myself to the eventual Intercontinental Champion and give'em a good look at the man that will be declared the Victor at Uncivil War. Del Dubois… you'll be seeing me soon enough so enjoy all the time with your new belt and your little pet snake I saw in the back until that time comes. But now you may be asking yourself… Maxwell, Del Dubois fights on Monday Night Brawl. Why are you on Smash?”
CJJ: Yeah, why IS he on Smash?
MMS: "Well, folks.. Del Dubois ain't the only WGWF talent that Maxwell Mason Stone has a fight with. February 25th… Denzel Porter Invitational… night three... CO MAIN EVENT. Smash fans, you know who I'm talking about… I've walked into Smash because I want the current champion of this brand to know that I'm here. Bubbling under the surface watching his every move. Mecca… Fortunate Ones… surround yourself with whichever pals you want but the time has finally come for Maxwell Mason Stone vs… ENIGMA!!"
Stone drops the mic on the ring mat and smiles into the camera.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first… from Denver, Colorado… weighing in at 220 lbs. and standing 6’2” tall… SETH STEVENS
"Man in a Box" by Alice and Chains begins to play. The arena begins to boo loudly as Seth Stevens appears at the top of the ramp, holding a drink in his hand. Seth pauses for a moment cracking a grin at the boos from the crowd before taking a sip from his mug. He then starts walking towards the ring, not paying them any attention. Seth enters the ring by sliding under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet, looking out at the audience that refuses to support him, especially against someone like Grado.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, his opponent… standing 5’11” and weighing 235 lbs… from Palm Springs, California… here is EDWARD GRADO!!
The crowd cheers as Madonna’s smooth voice starts over the speakers. The ovation grows as Grado struts ass out to the top of the ramp, standing there for a moment before continuing down the ramp. He bounces to the beat of the song as it picks up, heading into the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Here we go with one that I didn’t have on my bingo card; it’s Edward Grado and Seth Stevens!
CJJ: I’m kind of shocked Grado even showed up tonight after the smacking around he took by Stevens on Smash leading into Last Chance.
The crowd continues to sing the sweet sounds of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” which causes Grado to bust a move in his corner to the sounds of the song. The fans stop singing and start booing when Seth charges in and jumps Edward from behind! Stevens spins Grado around where he begins driving a series of boots to the chest and Mudhole stomps Grado down to the mat. The referee lays the count to Stevens who backs away several feet giving a break before coming right back with more stomps to the chest and sternum. Stevens picks Grado up and twists the right arm before yanking him out of the corner with a short-arm lariat taking Edward down which Stevens follows with a spinning Leg Drop across the throat.
Stevens makes the cover.
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2!!!
Edward kicks out.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stevens jumped started this with an attach from behind!
CJJ: I mean, the bell did sound before Stevens made a move.
Stevens picks Grado up and rocks him back into the ropes with a series of forearm smashes before shooting him across the ring, Grado bounces off the ropes ducking under a reverse elbow strike from Stevens. Stevens spins around to Grado throwing up both hands while screaming out “STOP!” at the top of his lungs causing Stevens to stop and Grado casually takes a reverse hammerlock.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Unorthodox offense by Grado!
The referee asks Stevens to surrender which he refuses before countering with a standing side switch into a reverse hammerlock of his own. Grado reaches down between his legs with his free hand and takes Stevens down with a single-leg takedown that Grado looks to transition into a Figure Four Leg Lock only it’s Stevens who counters that with an Inside Cradle!
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2!!
THRE…
Grado reveres the positioning, and it’s Stevens shoulders that hit the mat.
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2!!
THRE…
Seth escapes with a kick out and both Stevens and Grado get to their feet with Stevens swinging with a right hand that Grado blocks and counters with a series of jabs to the jaw and delivering a big bionic elbow to the top of Stevens dome dropping him where he stands to a roar from the crowd. Stevens pops back to his feet and Grado loads up another bionic elbow only this time Stevens escapes the ring out to the floor.
CJJ: Seth Stevens is going to take a few seconds to think about this one.
The referee begins his mandatory ten count on Seth who paces back and forth while jawing at some ringside fans. Grado steps through the ropes and out to the apron before leaping off with a double ax handle across the back! Grado spins Stevens around and snatches him by the hair before throwing him back into the ring! Edward rolls in after Stevens and starts hammering down with a series of right hands to the forehead! Grado gets back to his feet where he picks Stevens up and looks for a scoop slam!
Seth slides down the back of Grado and shoves him forward into the ropes.
Grado bounces off the ropes and into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Seth presses the cover hooking the inside leg.
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2!!
THRE…
Grado pops a shoulder up to a pop from the crowd which quickly turns into loud boos with Stevens choking him with both hands across the throat! The referee lays the count to Seth who breaks at the four and steps back up to his feet.
PATRICK MATHEWS: The referee admonished Stevens for the blatant choke which was on firm display.
CJJ: Perfectly legal as long as he broke it by the five count, which he did.
Stevens stomps down on the chest of Grado before running and bouncing off the ropes where he looks to deliver a Rolling Thunder, Edward pulls up his knees and drives them into the lower spine of Stevens to a roar from the crowd. Edward starts getting back to a vertical base as the crowd starts a “GRADO! GRADO! GRADO!” chant directed at Edward.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Grado might have just found an opening!
Grado picks Seth up off the mat where he positions him and drives him into the mat with a Rock Bottom! Edward rolls onto his back and nips up to his feet where he sets himself at the head of Stevens! Edward mimics the Rock by taking off an imaginary elbow pad and hurling it into the crowd! Grado runs and bounces off the far side where he jumps over Seth and bounces off the near side and before he does anything else he breaks out into a dance and drops a People’s Elbow to a massive ovation from the crowd!
Grado makes the cover hooking the near leg.
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2!!
THRE…
Seth escapes with a kick out to a gasp from the crowd.
CJJ: You must think this is a crucial match for both Stevens and Grado, both are coming off huge matches with Smash and WGWF champions, but in Seth’s case, he did pick up a count out win over Ragnarok heading into this event.
Grado gets back to his feet where he picks Seth up and laces him across the chest with a knife-edge chop drawing a “WOOOOO” from the crowd. Grado lands a second chop across the chest before breaking out into a Ric Flair strut! Grado turns back to Seth and walks into a thumb to the eye. Stevens fires Grado across the ring with an Irish Whip and catches him with a spinning heel kick on the rebound taking Grado to the mat. Stevens finds his way back to his feet where he hits the ropes and lands the Rolling Thunder this time.
Stevens presses the cover with a hook of the leg.
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2!!
THRE…
Edward escapes with a kick out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Just a two by Stevens.
Seth gets to his knees where he holds out three fingers toward the referee as he works his way back to his feet. Seth reaches down picking Grado up and locks in a front face lock. Seth looks for a Suplex, but Edward blocks the attempt! Stevens tries a second suplex, and again it’s blocked by Grado! The crowd pops as Grado counters the suplex attempt with a Brainbuster! Edward manages to make the cover!
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2!!
THRE…
Stevens kicks out to another gasp from the crowd. Edward starts working his way back to his feet where he calls for his version of the Stone Cold Stunner!
CJJ: Stevens is in trouble here!
Seth rolls over to his chest and begins pushing himself up off the mat and up to his feet. Grado comes forward with a boot to the midsection an looks to pull off the Stunner, Seth counters by shoving Grado forward and into the ropes, Edward bounces off the ropes and into a Superkick from Stevens which sends Grado back into the ropes and staggering forward where Stevens drives a boot to the midsection doubling Edward over for Stevens to hoist up in the air and drive down into the mat with a Powerbomb! Stevens stacks Grado with the cover!
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2!!
THRE…
Edward kicks out to a huge pop from the crowd!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Grado finds a way out of the pinning predicament!
CJJ: But how much longer is that going to be a thing?
Seth claps out at the referee as he gets to his feet. Stevens picks up Grado and takes him back into a corner. Seth lands several reverse elbows to the temple before hoisting Edward up to a seated position on the top rope. Stevens steps up to the middle rope and locks in a front face lock. Seth looks for the Superplex but Grado latches onto the top rope and blocks the attempt. Edward starts driving a series of right hands to the ribs of Stevens breaking free of his grapes and he follows up by shoving Seth off the middle rope and he crashes down to the mat.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Grado has a shot!
The crowd starts going ballistic for Edward as he stands up on the middle rope and holds up his right hand. Edward lowers the right strap on his singlet before leaping off the middle rope with a second rope fist drop!
Grado makes the cover with a hook of the leg.
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2!!
THRE…
Stevens kicks out just before the three to a huge gasp from the crowd. We start to hear a chant of “GRADO! GRADO! GRADO!” echoing throughout the arena.
CJJ: I can’t believe the crowd is chanting for this idiot!
Edward finds his way back to his feet where he points toward his fanny pack that is in his corner. Edward makes his way to his fanny pack and picks it up. Grado unzips the pack and reaches inside where he retrieves a rubber duck!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh lord.
Edward spins around and sees Seth beginning to get to his feet. Edward charges with the rubber chicken in hand and looks to swing it only to have the referee catch his arm! Edward is stopped in his tracks as he is spun around by the referee who rips the rubber chicken from his hand. Edward argues with the referee about it which allows Stevens to sneak up from behind with a schoolboy.
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2!!
THRE…
Grado kicks out!
CJJ: Stevens almost snuck a win right there!
Grado beats Seth to his feet where he swings with a right hand, Stevens blocks and counters with a headbutt across the bridge of the nose! Seth hooks Edward up with a Fisherman’s Suplex and hoists Edward up in the air before driving him down into the mat with a Hangman’s DDT! Stevens rolls out to the ring apron under the bottom rope and pulls himself back up to his feet. Seth leaps up to the top turnbuckle in a single leap. Stevens looks down at Grado and flies off the top rope with a 10 Star Frog Splash! The crowd roars as Grado rolls out of the way at the last second and sends Stevens crashing and burning into the mat!
Grado catches Stevens with an Oklahoma Roll stacking Seth’s shoulders to the mat!
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2!!
THRE…
NO! Seth escapes with a kick out! Both Stevens and Grado are back to their feet and Seth looks for a right hand but before he swings Grado points off toward the right shouting out “LOOK!” which naturally Stevens does and it’s Grado who stomps on the toes of Seth’s right boot and follows up with a DDT! Grado rolls Seth over making a cover!
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2!!
THRE…
Another kick out by Stevens!
PATRICK MATHEWS: COME ON GRADO! YOU GOT THIS!
Edward gets back to his feet and picks Seth up where he drives him back into a neutral corner with a shoulder block. Grado climbs up on the middle rope where he starts hammering down with right hands to the forehead of Stevens! The crowd counts along with every strike! Grado steps down after 8 solid shots and as he does Seth takes him down with a double leg and stands Edwards shoulders to the mat while putting both feet on the ropes for additional leverage!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: SETH STEVENS
Match Time: 12:43
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Seth quickly escapes to the floor followed by the referee who raises his arm in the air. Edward tries explaining but it’s not heard as a smirking Stevens knows he just stole one.
A split-screen shows two wrestlers preparing themselves backstage. Enigma appears to be sitting in solitude, breathing heavily, as if visualizing the violence to come. John Cable, meanwhile, is shadow-boxing at a wall, swinging away.
PATRICK MATHEWS: There are the two men who are going to compete for one of the biggest prizes in the world, the Smash Heavyweight Championship! All the pressure is on John Cable here tonight. Can he best the champion in his one opportunity?
CJJ: Never! This night will prove once again that Enigma and The Fortunate Ones rule the wrestling universe, and always will!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We'll certainly have to see, CJJ! But we've still got a lot of action to get through, including the Steel Asylum Cage match coming up next!
CJJ: Boy, they're getting that cage into place quickly, aren't they?
PATRICK MATHEWS: It's going to be a war, so let's get back to the ring!
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is the final qualifier for the WGWF X-Division Championship! This will be a Steel Asylum Cage match! The first three wrestlers to escape the cage will move on to the finals later tonight!
The crowd is hyped, seeing that the cage has already been lowered into place around the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing first…
The lights in the arena go dark and music begins to play in the arena. The commentary team buzzes with anticipation, and when the bass drops, Samuel is propelled in the air and lands on the stage. His hat is glowing neon purple with a wolf on the front as well as the bandanna that covers the lower half of his face. He has on a sleeveless sweatshirt with the same glowing wolf. The short tights have the glowing wolf on the backside. His thick custom kick pads over his boots have the wolf to complete a custom look. Some of the people viewing him on their screen jeer him, but for the most part, he is still getting a mixed reaction.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’2” and weighing 187 lbs, wrestling out of Atlanta, Georgia, here is “THE LONE WOLF” SAMUEL CHATMAN!!
Samuel remained squatted down until after the pause in the bass and stood up and spun around and jumped in the air but landed as if mocking the audience and waves them off. He walks down the ramp with a scowl on his face and heads for the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and folds his arms while swaying his shoulders back and forth with the beat before sitting on the turnbuckle and extending his hand for a microphone. The arena remains dark with the singular spotlight on him. The music dies down, and Samuel howls in the air as he flashes his pearly white smile at the fans.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Chatman got a huge victory on our last Smash, winning over Corey Bull and Amber Mansley. Tonight, he hopes to continue that trend.
CJJ: Too bad he used up all of his luck getting past The Fortunate Ones on a non-title affair.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Next, standing 6’2” and weighing 225 lbs, from Los Angeles, California, here is “VENOM” XAVIER LUX!!
The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of 'The Infection' by Disturbed. After the intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance and as the lyrics of the song begin, Xavier Lux steps out from behind the smoke left by the pyro. He stands there sporting a black 7 Wrestling Sins T-shirt. He looks around at the crowd who were starting to come around to him, until he aligned himself with Barrows. Now, they have nothing but boos for "The Man with Venom in his Veins" as he makes his way down the ramp, keeping his focus on the ring. Once he gets to ringside, he hops on the apron, wiping his boots, showing respect to the canvas where he is about to practice his craft. He then gets inside and makes his way to the corner, climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws his arms up in the air and the crowd boos even louder now. He jumps down, laughing, as his music fades, the ref checks him and then gets ready for the match to start.
PATRICK MATHEWS: There is still a lot of resentment from the Smash audience about Xavier Lux being in this match, since he didn’t have to compete in a Contenders match.
CJJ: Yeah, there’s a lot of jealousy there, and I understand it. But Lux will prove tonight he deserves to be here, I’m certain of it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That could be what the other contenders are afraid of… including Mansley & Newton.
CJJ: … What?
The guitar riffs of “Hail to the King” tear through the arena and the roof absolutely blows off the place. The lights dim, and then the stage lights, white and red, start to move with the beat of the drum. As the drums play together and the music starts to flow, the lights stop beating and stay on as a large figure appears. The figure is draped in a leather duster with a hood over his head. He steps to the ramp leading to the ring and flips the hood off his head as the chorus says, “Hail to the King.” As the music continues, he starts his march to the ring, the fans who love him in a frenzy, and those who hate him hiding from the rabid fans. Men, women, and children bow to him and jab their hands into the air to the rhythm of the music. Bull stops and stares into the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Coming to the ring, he stands 6’ 10” and weighs in at 385 pounds….from the Great Northwoods of Michigan…this is THE BASTARD COREY BULL!
Bull raises his hands above his head in an X and an explosion rocks the top of the stage and a mushroom cloud floats to the top of the arena as Bull climbs into the cage, the others watching the big man enter.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Corey Bull could be the most dangerous wrestler in this one. He looks like he feels right at home inside the confines of the cage.
CJJ: You couldn’t pay me enough to make me get in there with him. My only weapon would be running away, and you can’t do that in the steel asylum!
Before the Tron plays the Lights in the arena goes pitch black, The Tron play showing 3 little girls playing and looks at the camera and say, "He is Here" and then slowly fades to black. A man's voice say" Run".
MEMPHIS BELLE: Coming in fourth, standing 6’10” and weighing 328 lbs, from Detroit, Michigan, here is “THE UNTAMED DEMON” DAMAGE!!
“Untamed” by Jacob Lizotte hits the PA system and The Damage's video plays on the Tron. The lights in the arena flickers in rhythmic to the beats. As the themes builds more Damage comes out from behind the curtains and stops at the arena as the crowd goes crazy. He is seen wearing coolers for his eyes with Silver tank-tops with "The Untamed Demon" printed on the tank top below his chest and a leather Sleeveless Vest over his tank top. The word “DAMAGE” is pasted with Diamonds on back of the Sleeveless vest . He is seen wearing a long leather pants with and black boots. Two elbow pads is seen on his elbow. With smirk on his face and starts walking down the ramp looking focused on the ring as he neglects the fans who were stretching their hand in hopes to touch his body. He reaches the end of the ramp and walks towards the ring apron. Damage pulls the top rope and climbs on the ring apron. He steps over the top rope with one leg and gets inside the ring. Damage walks to the center of the ring and looks at the fans of WGWF who were on their foot on seeing the untamed demon before as he raises his right hand in the air as the pyros goes on from all the corners of ring posts like a fountain. The crowd lets a huge pop in the arena. Damage removes his coolers and the Vest to handover them to stage hand as his music slowly dies. He paces to show that he is ready to dominate the match with the same smirk on his face.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage could be seen as the dark horse in this one. He’s a former WGWF Tag-Team Champion and has shown that he’s ready to destroy everyone in this match, although he has a particular interest in The Fortunate Ones.
CJJ: He should really stop making his life so difficult. Messing with The Fortunate Ones is asking for trouble.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’m pretty sure Damage has no problems asking for that.
“Break It Down” by Lil Debbie plays the venue’s interior surround systems. The audience immediately boos the young athlete coming out from the backstage area smiling at the hatred she receives. Amber stands center stage with her hands on her hips, staring out to the audience before doing a slow twirl where a spotlight shines only on her, creating the illusion of a silhouette. Once she faces the audience again, she snaps her fingers, and the lights return to normal before strutting down the aisle like on a model’s runway.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing on her way to the ring! Hailing from Boca Raton, Florida! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 143 pounds! She is “The Influence” Amber Mansley!
Amber stops before the end of the ramp, facing the ring. She looks both ways at the fans at ringside booing her. She shrugs her shoulders and then kisses the camera. She then stays there, waiting, as the rest of the wrestlers await her in the Steel Asylum.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What is Mansley waiting for?
CJJ: Are you kidding? Do you think she’s stupid enough to go in there where four wrestlers are waiting to attack her? No, Amber’s smart, she’s waiting for back-up!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Back-up is fine, except that only one person can leave with the X-Division Title tonight. That means that at some point, she and Newton will have to make a choice!
CJJ: Well, that choice isn’t now!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Finally, standing 5’10” and weighing 210 lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, here is CLYDE NEWTON!!
As “Look In My Eyes” hits on the sound system, Clyde Newton walks out of the back, pulling the black curtain out of the way. He walks to the top of the stage, hitting his signature dance to entertain the crowd, before he heads down the ramp. He joins Mansley, with the two Fortunate Ones exchanging a fist bump before they head towards the Steel Asylum. They head inside, moving to one side, as the officials quickly lock the door behind them.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Newton recently joined The Fortunate Ones, and he’d love to be the one to bring the gold back into the fold. But he’s got a lot of enemies in there, willing to do anything to deny him his escape.
CJJ: Well, they’re going to fail, aren’t they? Because The Fortunate Ones are going to hold two of the three spots at the end!
The bell rings, as the Steel Asylum has been sealed. That’s all it takes, as bedlam immediately breaks out inside!! Bull attacks Newton, Chatman goes after Mansley, and Damage grabs Lux, throwing him against the cage, as Lux tries to swing back! Everyone is brawling right out of the gate, as the crowd cheers on the violence, excited to see where it all leads. Bull slams Newton against the steel, with Newton answering with a rake of the eyes, pulling himself free. He strikes away with open palm shots to Bull, trying to slow him down. Nearby, Mansley fights to get free of Chatman, but Chatman rams her into the cage with a shoulder, causing her to slump down in pain. On the other side, Damage launches Lux into the cage again… but Lux clings to the cage like Spider-Man, and immediately starts climbing up quickly, towards the exit at the top!!
Seeing this, Damage immediately grabs onto the cage as well and shoves himself upwards, managing to grab Lux’s ankle before he can get all the way up. He yanks, causing Lux to lose his grip, falling hard back into the ring! Damage then drops back down off the cage, locking onto Lux’s legs. He begins to spin Lux around, coming dangerously close to the other competitors, before throwing him hard into the steel, sending Lux spiraling back to the mat in a lot of pain! Damage growls over him, then starts stomping away, trying to keep Lux down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage is on the warpath in there!
CJJ: He’s also an idiot! As soon as he threw Lux down, he should have kept climbing! The goal here is to escape, but he can’t help but choose violence!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage also wants to ensure that certain individuals don’t get out, CJJ, and it’s clear that Lux is one of them.
Chatman has Mansley locked up at the moment in a cobra clutch, trying to deny her any oxygen. Mansley fights, clinging to the cage, trying to find a way to bang Chatman’s head into it. But she doesn’t have to, as Newton is suddenly there, locking onto Chatman from behind and yanking him back with a reverse DDT! Mansley stumbles free, pleased, and kicks Chatman a few times, before Newton points behind her. Bull is back up, heading their way, but the two team up, kicking Bull in the gut, then taking him down with a neckbreaker/bicycle kick combination to put him on the mat. The Fortunate Ones then both focus on Bull’s legs, kicking away, trying to keep the monster on the canvas.
Seeing this, though, Damage angrily storms over, landing the Road Kill big boot to the back of Newton!! Newton goes down hard, sprawling to the side, as Mansley immediately jumps on Damage, grabbing him by the head and running up the cage, then spinning off with Verified, landing the tornado DDT into a guillotine choke!! She hangs on tight, as Damage fights against the hold, working to get back up. She laughs, hanging on tight, only to have Chatman come back and nail her with a kick, breaking the hold! He then pulls Mansley up, wanting to go Game Hunting!! But as Chatman lifts Mansley up, she’s able to grab the cage, stopping her momentum and hanging on tight!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re seeing a ton of action on one side of the steel asylum, as everyone seems to be focused on destroying their rivals!
CJJ: What’s wrong with these people?? Climb the cage! Get out! That’s all that matters!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I see one man that agrees with you, CJJ!
As the rest of the fighting continues, Xavier Lux has once again started to scale the cage, seeing no point in wasting energy fighting his way out. He climbs upwards, heading towards where the referee is waiting, clad in a safety harness to keep him safe on top of the cage. But Lux does have pursuit, as Corey Bull is using his large arms to climb the distance quickly, yanking himself upwards. Lux reaches the lip, working to propel himself through, but Bull is there now, hanging onto Lux’s trunks from behind!! Lux struggles, trying to get free, but Bull is relentless, getting a stronger grip on him. Lux appears to be yelling back at him, saying that they can both escape, but Bull has no interest in that right now, trying to drop Lux all the way down!
Lux struggles a little further up, reaching towards the referee, who just shakes his head, saying he can’t help. Bull readjusts, getting up a little further on the edge, as the wrestlers are watching from below. Lux, in frustration, kicks away at Bull, causing him to lose his foothold, hanging there above the cage. Seeing this, Lux turns himself around, throwing himself forward to get his legs around Bull’s neck. He throws himself to the side, with the weight shift enough to take Bull off, and the two come flying downwards, with Lux getting a hurricanrana that slams Bull into the canvas!!! The crowd starts chanting “Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!” as both men are down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Lux just took out Corey Bull!!
CJJ: Geez!!! Talk about turning a disadvantage into an advantage!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But now, Lux has to make that climb all over again!
Lux maneuvers himself towards the corner, taking a breather to try and stretch out some kinks from that landing. Damage, meanwhile, has a hold of Newton, lifting him into the air and delivering a backbreaker! Newton tumbles to the side, hurting, as Damage continues to work him over with kicks and stomps. Mansley, meanwhile, has gone partially up the cage, as if to get away from Chatman. He comes after her, grabbing at her leg, but Mansley manages to kick him off. She then twists backwards off the cage, getting a variation of the CashApp Me to take Chatman down!! Chatman rolls away, stunned, as Mansley gets to her feet and immediately rushes at Damage, chopblocking him in the back of the knee!
As Damage staggers, holding his leg, Newton follows up with the Street King (USO Superkick) that puts Damage on his back! Newton staggers back, clearing his head, as Mansley comes over to him. They seem to discuss something for a moment, with Newton reaching into his back pockets and bringing something out. He hands one to Mansley, while he grabs hold of Damage, dragging him towards the cage wall. Mansley does the same with Chatman, who starts to try and pull away… but it’s too late, as Mansley locks the handcuff on him!! She then twists it and quickly secures it to the side of the cage, securing Chatman in place!!
CJJ: GENIUS!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The Fortunate Ones brought HANDCUFFS to this match??
CJJ: Hey, there’s no rule against it, and frankly, everyone should have thought of it! It’s their fault that they didn’t!
Chatman grabs at Mansley, furious, but she scrambles out of his range, laughing at him. Chatman starts yanking on the cuff, trying to break it, but it seems to be holding well. Nearby, Newton gets Damage near the cage, working to lock the handcuff onto his wrist. He does so, locking it into place, and then he calls to Mansley to give him a hand getting Damage the rest of the way. But suddenly, there’s another click, and Newton looks down in horror to see that Damage… has handcuffed himself… to Newton!!! Newton brings the handcuffs up, staring at them, as Damage gives him a menacing grin. He then grabs Newton by the arm, basically swinging him like a weapon, right into the approaching Mansley!!
Mansley falls backwards, knocked senseless, as Damage yanks Newton back into his grasp, lifting the wrestler up and giving him a chokeslam straight to the mat!! Newton’s down, but that also means he’s dead weight now, as Damage straightens up, trying to tug him along. He looks upwards at the escape hatch, presumably trying to determine if he can carry Newton with him on the way out. In the meantime, though, Lux comes leaping in, kicking at Damage! The big man catches the foot, but Lux planned on this, spinning through it and getting an enziguri that sends Damage and Newton falling backwards, right into Chatman!! The three men crash together in a tangle of limbs, as Lux pops back to his feet.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Xavier Lux is making a statement tonight!
CJJ: And that statement should be, “I’m a Fortunate One!” He needs to help out Newton! There has to be keys somewhere!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maybe, but right now, Newton’s caught in a trap of his own making!
With everyone else down, including the recovering Bull, Lux decides to take the initiative and make another attempt at heading out. He begins climbing up the cage, only to get grabbed by Mansley. She tells him to come back down, that they have to get Newton free. She raises up a handcuff key, having carried a spare with her. Lux nods, taking the key as she puts it out to him… and then he tosses it out of the cage!! Mansley looks stunned, as Lux shrugs his shoulders, saying “Oops”. Mansley, angry, swings at him, but Lux ducks under it, grabbing her and giving her a shove right into the pile, sending her toppling over Damage and Newton!
Lux then spins and starts scaling the cage again, this time facing zero resistance as he works his way up like a mountain climber. He quickly gets to the flatter area, climbing hand over hand in his way towards the exit. Bull is finally getting up below, noting where Lux is. But seeing that he’s out of range, Bull ignores him, heading towards the rest of the wrestlers instead. Lux, meanwhile, manages to get himself up and over the lip of the escape hatch, with the referee noting that he’s now officially out.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Your first escapee from the Steel Asylum… “VENOM” XAVIER LUX!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Xavier moves on to the Ultimate X match later tonight!
CJJ: I really thought I’d be more happy about that.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hey, Lux may have a history with JMont, but he’s still out for gold here tonight, and only one person leaves with the title!
CJJ: Well, I no longer want it to be Lux…
Back inside the cage, Bull has pulled up Mansley, launching her hard back against the side of the cage. Chatman, given the opportunity, grabs her, locking in a half-sleeper to try and get some revenge on her, as Mansley struggles against the hold. Bull, meanwhile, turns to Damage and Newton, attacking them both! He slugs away at each of them, driving them back, but suddenly Damage blocks one strike, and gets a punch in with his free arm. Newton then fires off a punch of his own, and the two men start to work together, smashing Bull back with repeated shots from both sides! With Bull staggering back, Damage and Newton run backwards to get some momentum, and then charge forward, getting a double clothesline to take Bull down!
Damage and Newton stare at each other, seemingly realizing their strength right now. As Bull starts to get up, Newton gets on one side, with Damage on the other, choking Bull between the handcuffs!! Bull struggles against it, trying to lift up both men, but it’s not an easy feat with Damage on one side. Still, Bull finds a way, suddenly powering up and throwing his weight forward, launching both Damage and Newton over his shoulders!! The two men sprawl out in front of him, as Bull sags to the side, coughing and trying to clear his windpipe. He then looks upwards, contemplating the climb that he saw Lux make.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Is Bull going to make the climb?
CJJ: How? The guy is huge, I’m not sure the cage wall will hold him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, we’ll find out soon enough! There he goes!
CJJ: Damn it, Amber, get after him! No! Amber!!
The camera turns to the side, where Mansley has collapsed to the mat, having been knocked out by Chatman. He looks very annoyed, though, since he saw the key being tossed earlier. He starts working on the cuffs, trying to break them off, as Corey Bull makes the climb towards the top. It’s not an easy one by any means, as Bull is not build for a long climb like this, and yet he manages, continuing his way up. Both Damage and Newton are back up now, wanting to pursue. The problem is trying to get the timing down, as Damage grabbing higher up the cage causes Newton to get yanked from the cage, weighing him down. The two men argue, fighting to pull away from each other.
As they continue to struggle, Bull continues to make his way up, ignoring everything else. Somehow, against all odds, The Bastard makes it to the top, grabbing hold of the lip. He almost loses his grip, causing a gasp from the crowd, but manages to pull himself upwards with all his strength, making it to the safety of the top of the cage!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Your second escapee from the Steel Asylum… “THE BASTARD COREY BULL!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull and Lux are out! Only one spot’s left!
CJJ: But… but… but… Newton and Mansley…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Only one of them can escape now!
CJJ: And Amber’s down… and Clyde’s handcuffed… how does he get out first now??
Chatman is still trying furiously to break the handcuff that’s holding him, but apparently The Fortunate Ones got some cuffs from their local police connections, possibly Chris Roma, because they are not giving way. Mansley is still down, barely stirring, trying to recover from being choked out. That leaves Damage and Newton, who are now slugging each other, their brief partnership now over. Damage grabs Newton by the throat with his free hand, wanting to throw Newton down. But Newton knocks his hand away, then grabs Damage by the head, landing the Fetal Ending!!! The stunner takes Damage down, laying him out on the mat… with Newton immediately yelling out in frustration, since he’s now struggling to move Damage’s weight.
With nowhere else to turn, Newton starts dragging Damage towards the cage wall. He’s yelling out at a security guard out there, who comes over to check on him. They seem to be debating whether or not the guard’s keys would work on the standard handcuffs. Newton seems desperate, so the guard hands over his keys, and Newton starts working on them. Chatman, meanwhile, looks annoyed that he didn’t even think of that, and is yelling for another guard to come over. He gets his own keys, beginning to work through them, as it’s become a race.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Will any of the keys work? Will anyone get free?
CJJ: Honestly, we could be here all night if they don’t, so pray that one of them unlocks!
The two men are both working, with Newton twisting frantically on each key. Suddenly, it works, as the handcuff pops off his wrist! He happily pulls away from the still-dazed Damage, rubbing at his sore wrist. He turns, looking at Chatman, who is getting dangerously close to getting free as well. So Newton runs towards him, crashing into him with Brooklyn’s Finest!!! Chatman slumps to the ground, still hanging by his wrist, as Newton gets to his feet. He turns and checks on Mansley, who is still trying to recover. He seems to hesitate, then looks towards the top, knowing that two men have already escaped. He shrugs his shoulders, then walks away from Mansley, preparing for his climb.
He points upwards, taunting the fans, who are booing heavily, then does a short victory dance, knowing that he’s got this one all wrapped up. The crowd seemingly shifts, though, beginning to cheer, confusing him. He looks around, glancing behind him… and he sees a furious Damage back on his feet, still having the one handcuff hanging from his wrist!!! Newton shoots him a quick smile… then turns and runs for the cage, trying to quickly scale it!! But Damage is there, yanking Newton back down, right into his grasp, as he spins and gives the Untamed Demon’s Warcry (Jackknife powerbomb) into the canvas!!
CJJ: No!! Clyde!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage just smashed Newton, destroying him with that move!
CJJ: C’mon, Amber, wake up already!!
Damage reaches down, picking up the keys from the ground where they fell. After a couple of attempts, he manages to take the other handcuff off, freeing his sore wrist. He then turns, as Mansley is pulling herself up, finally back in it. She sees Damage standing before her, and Newton on the ground… and immediately turns, making her way up the cage wall!! Taken off-guard, Damage follows her, rushing to get after her, as she tries to quickly make her way to the exit. She gets to the top part, trying to go hand over hand towards the lip, but Damage is there now, grabbing her by the wrist… and handcuffing her to the cage above!!! Mansley, furious, struggles against the cuff, hanging from it, as Damage works to go around her. But Mansley doesn’t let him get away with it, kicking him from behind with a swing that knocks him back to the ring floor!
Damage lands feet-first, and limps slightly after the impact, staggering around. But he looks up, still pleased with where he’s left Mansley, as she’s now just climbing up to try and save herself, shouting for someone to get her keys. Damage then turns, but Newton is back up, nailing him with a right hand that knocks Damage backwards. Newton then spins into a kick, knocking Damage against the cage wall. He poses, ready to do more… and then sees Damage straighten up, his fury extremely clear. Newton takes a step back, trying to brace himself, but Damage runs forward, tackling Newton with all his might and carrying the man backwards in a massive spear into the cage wall…. WHICH GIVES WAY!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: OH MY GOD!!!
CJJ: HOLY SHIT!!!
The wall comes down, nearly hitting some fans, but thankfully stops just short of them. Both Damage and Newton come toppling out, landing on the ground side-by-side, both stunned by the surprising impact. The referee, above, looks confused, as he didn’t have a very good view of what happened. He yells down for the referees outside to make the call, as a debate begins between them.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I thought these cages were impregnable!!
CJJ: It got pregged pretty good right there! And Newton landed first, so he’s in the Ultimate X match!
PATRICK MATHEWS: No, he didn’t! Damage was there on the roll…
CJJ: Damage caused the impact, which means that Newton left the cage first! It’s simple geometry!
The referees continue to debate, as the two men get up… with Damage immediately slugging Newton, continuing the fight!! They start to fight up the aisle, swinging wildly at each other, as the referees go to tell Memphis Belle their decision.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Ladies and gentlemen… it has been determined that BOTH Damage and Clyde Newton escaped the cage… therefore, they BOTH will move forward into the Ultimate X match!!
The crowd roars, even as security shows up, trying to break up the two men so that they can fight again later on.
PATRICK MATHEWS: So we’re going to have FOUR wrestlers in the Ultimate X match for the title!!
CJJ: That’s not right! It’s supposed to be three!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Would you rather Newton was out, CJJ?
CJJ: … Four’s good. Four’s very good.
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WINNERS VIA ESCAPE: COREY BULL, DAMAGE, XAVIER LUX, & CLYDE NEWTON
Match Time: 25:20
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What a fight, and we’ll see these wrestlers again later on! It’s a hell of a night!
People are in the ring now, with one risking himself by climbing up the cage to get Amber Mansley free. Samuel Chatman is up and looking extremely disappointed as they work on his wrist, removing him from captivity. The fight down the aisle is finally getting broken up, as we take a short break.
The scene shifts backstage to Jonathan Barrows’ office where we find him lounging in his seat looking curiously across his desk.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Sooooooooooo… let me get this right, you’ve signed up for the multi-promotion Smashed supershow event and to prepare for it you want me to provide you with…. What again?
The camera swings over showing Enchantra sitting there and her giant minion Manthing standing behind her, tree trunk size arms crossed. The crowd gives her a modest mixed pop.
ENCHANTRA: Sustasence … Nutrients… feeding.. Sacrifices. March 16th, Ser Barrows. I shall fight under the banner of WGWF and your Smash brand against the mighty warrior woman Alexandra Callaway. I must gather much strength. I must harness many attributes for my rituals to slay her in your good and just name.
Barrows does a slow head nod but is clearly not following.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Right. MMkay. About that. I am pretty sure you’re not even on the Smash brand. I think you’re on the Brawl brand. That’s something we can work out though, no problem, but the whole sacrifice stuff might be a problem. We don’t do human sacrifices here. Just because PETA sent assassins after you for sacrificing animals to harness their… whatever the hell it was… doesn’t mean you can just switch to humans.
Enchantra hisses at him through her mask which cuts him off.
ENCHANTRA: You dare insult me with your paltry musings and inability to understand basic metaphors. Sacrifices were figurative, Ser Barrows. This world isn’t like it was in my era. We killed for sport. But I understand those days are gone. Give me foes that I can take essence from when I wrestle them. I took Toddy's eyelash. I took John Blade’s hair follicle. I took Austin’s fingernail. I performed my rituals with those collections and it made me stronger and I shall need more.. More.. MORE to fight Alexandra.
Jonathan tsks at her and snaps his fingers.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Ok. So. We didn’t ask you to represent us at the Smashed supershow, so I’m under no obligation to “feed” you opponents or whatever this craziness is you’re spouting to prepare you. But you do have some idiosyncrasy about you that I can’t deny, so I’ll give Candice a call and see if we can line you up some opponents. They may not be to your liking but hey, that’s on you for showing up out of nowhere after going missing for three months. Beggars can’t be choosers.
Manthing steps forward as though he might try something on Barrows but Enchantra stands up and orders him off.
ENCHANTRA: This will suffice for now. Be well, Ser Barrows. Nox tenebrosa et plena terroribus
Barrows plays it off cool with a nod but when they exit his office he looks confused as hell.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is the result of an Open Challenge! Introducing first…
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’5” and weighing 240 lbs, from Jacksonville, Florida, here is GIDEON KING!!
"There's Only One King" begins to play, and Gideon King walks out of the back, wearing a fine robe. He throws it off, showing his powerful arms to the crowd, and he heads to the ring giving some high fives to anyone who wants them and a few who don't. He gets into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, pumped that he is going to win tonight.
PATRICK MATHEWS: King opted to make an Open Challenge for the PPV, not wanting to miss out on the event after coming so close to making the X-Division Title match. Now, he’s getting what he wanted.
CJJ: I suppose. I bet he hoped that someone like Lexi Gold would have accepted his challenge.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That seems sexist, CJJ.
CJJ: I don’t mean it like that! But I don’t think he was hoping to face a powerhouse like Ragnarok!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ahhh… you might be right about that.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And his opponent…
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’4” and weighing 276 lbs, from Baltimore, Maryland, here is RAGNAROK!!
The arena goes dark. He comes up from underneath the staging area before an explosion of fire lights the ramp up. The explosion knocks the lights back on as he stands at the top of the ramp before walking down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ragnarok announced that 2024 will be his last year. This makes the match all the more meaningful, as it might be the only time we see these two wrestlers face off.
CJJ: It’s possible… or they’ll fight a Best of 7 Series on Smash. You just never can tell!
As the bell rings, King and Ragnarok walk towards each other, considering their opponent in the center of the ring. After a few seconds, King puts his hand out, showing good sportsmanship. Ragnarok seems to think about it for a moment, before reaching out and slapping King’s hand. It’s not a handshake, but it’s not a negative gesture, either, as the two men begin to circle each other. They lock up, with Ragnarok working to push King backwards. But King fights back, and after a brief test of strength, King is able to shove Ragnarok back! Ragnarok looks surprised, as King shows off, flexing his arms. Ragnarok then nods, with the two men circling each other again.
This time, when they lock up, the pressure between them is much stronger. Suddenly, Ragnarok rears back, shoving King back several feet!! King looks stunned, looking at his arms, as Ragnarok does a mocking flex of his own. Annoyed, King comes forward, with the two men locking up a third time. This time, King turns it into a headlock, rocking down on Ragnarok’s neck. Ragnarok gets out of it by pushing King to the ropes, shoving him across. King comes running back, going into a shoulder block and hitting Ragnarok… with neither man moving. Ragnarok slaps his chest, telling King to go again, and he does so, coming back… and ducking under Ragnarok’s attempted clothesline. Ragnarok spins around, as King charges back at him, diving forward to tackle Ragnarok to the mat!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This one’s going to be a test of power and strength, and King just won that exchange!
CJJ: He tackled him, how’s that about power?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ragnarok got taken down, didn’t he?
The two wrestlers are back up now, with King in control. He gets Ragnarok into the air, delivering a snap suplex to take him over. But King doesn’t let go, spinning the legs as he brings Ragnarok back up. He gets a second snap suplex, still hanging on, showing his power. On the third run, King lifts Ragnarok up into the air, holding him there for a few extra seconds before finally suplexing him back down, smashing him into the canvas! King then stays on top, trying for the first cover of the contest…
1!!
2!!
And Ragnarok kicks out almost before the 2 count, keeping this one alive. King is immediately coming back up, getting behind Ragnarok as he gets to a sitting position. Before Ragnarok can stand up, King applies a shoulder claw submission, locking it in tightly! Ragnarok fights against the pain, completely ignoring the referee’s questions as he struggles to get himself up. King keeps the painful hold applied, even as Ragnarok starts to rise. He finally releases it when Ragnarok sends an elbow into his gut, knocking him away. Ragnarok then spins around, trying to go for King, only to get floored by a dropkick!
PATRICK MATHEWS: King is really showing off his wrestling skills early on in this one.
CJJ: I haven’t seen a shoulder claw submission in forever. Who’s his trainer, Sal Bandini?
As Ragnarok gets back up, King’s right there, locking onto him. He sends Ragnarok running into the corner, landing back-first against the turnbuckle. King then charges in, going for a running European uppercut, but Ragnarok slips out of the way in time. He then catches King on the rebound, picking him up and landing a spinning suplex! King rolls away in pain, as Ragnarok uses the moment to get his bearings back. He stands up, heading over to where King is climbing up on the ropes, only to lock him up from behind and lift, taking him over with a German bridge suplex!! Ragnarok hangs on, careful to keep his own shoulder up for the pin attempt…
1!!
2!!
And King gets himself free, avoiding the loss. Both men pop up, but King goes right back down again as Ragnarok launches into a roundhouse kick, snapping King to the canvas! Ragnarok then stands over King, waiting as the man rises, to apply a sleeper hold!! King kicks frantically, trying to pull free, as Ragnarok shakes his head, telling him just to go to sleep. But King fights against it still, pulling both men around the ring. He then starts to put his hands between Ragnarok’s arms… starting to pry them open! Ragnarok, his eyes widening, opts to just headbutt King from behind, knocking him to the ground and avoiding the ‘break’.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ragnarok has the experience edge for sure in this one.
CJJ: Sure, but don’t forget, he’s also the most experienced in dealing with Odin and Thor!
PATRICK MATHEWS: … What?
CJJ: The smart guys at home get it.
Ragnarok has King back up now, taking him over towards the corner. He lifts King up, positioning him upside-down in the corner in the Tree of Woe! King hangs there, trapped, as Ragnarok walks away, pointing behind him. He then runs forward, going for a big boot, but King raises himself up at the last second, and Ragnarok only kicks the turnbuckle!! He limps away, hurting, as King manages to free himself, flipping back into the ring. He turns, catching the staggering Ragnarok and lifting him into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!!! Ragnarok bounces away, his spine on fire, with King following to make the cover, hanging on…
1!!
2!!
TH-and Ragnarok kicks out! King shakes his head in disappointment, but controls his emotions, getting up and bringing Ragnarok with him. He gets Ragnarok onto his shoulder, twisting him around and running forward to deliver a dominating powerslam!! The crowd pops at that one, as King makes the cover again…
1!!
2!!
TH-but Ragnarok kicks out again, causing King to smack the mat with a bit of frustration.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re starting to see some of that inexperience, as King is getting a little frustrated with not putting Ragnarok away.
CJJ: You have to get used to the fact that these guys are superior athletes. Normal people would already be going to the hospital right now, but WGWF wrestlers can keep fighting forward!
Both wrestlers are back up now, with King determined to put this one away. He grabs hold of Ragnarok, lifting him onto his shoulders, wanting to go for Checkmate (GTS)!! But Ragnarok is still too strong for that, fighting his way free. He gets behind the startled King, catching him in a full nelson hold! King struggles against the submission, desperate to get free, as the referee moves around them, checking for a tap-out. Ragnarok wrenches King back and forth, wanting this to be it, but King refuses to give up. He fights, trying to break the hold, but he doesn’t have the leverage. Ragnarok smirks, knowing that he’s got him, only for King to drive both men back into the corner, slamming them into the turnbuckle! A second ram causes the hold to break, with King spinning around and swinging at Ragnarok… only for Ragnarok to catch him with his arm outstretched, slamming him down out of the corner!! Ragnarok then makes the cover…
1!!
2!!
THR-But King shoots the shoulder up, staying alive! Ragnarok gets up, backing away, as King fights to his feet. Ragnarok lets him expend the energy, before rushing forward, nailing King with a running forearm strike! King’s down near the ropes, as Ragnarok heads out onto the apron. He positions himself near King, lining it up, before springing himself upwards… and coming down with a frog splash onto the younger wrestler!! It’s a direct hit, with Ragnarok taking a moment to recover before managing to make the full pin…
1!!
2!!
THR-NO! King kicks out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Now it’s Ragnarok’s turn to try not to get frustrated…
CJJ: It can be hard on a wrestler’s psyche to hit a big move and find it’s not enough. But Ragnarok’s been here plenty of times before.
Ragnarok gets up, calling for this one to be over. He grabs hold of King on the way up, setting him into position for the Bone Crusher!! But as Ragnarok starts to lift for the first powerbomb, King blocks it, hanging onto his legs. Ragnarok tries again, but again King blocks it… and then lifts Ragnarok up instead, holding him by the legs!! Ragnarok struggles, but King snaps him back down, sending Ragnarok crashing hard onto his back!! King then staggers to the side, grabbing hold of the ropes to steady himself. He shakes his head clear, and then steps forward towards the recovering Ragnarok, picking him up from behind and landing a slow angled suplex, planting him on the canvas!
1!!
2!!
And Ragnarok gets free! The two men pull themselves up, with King staggering Ragnarok with an uppercut. He then gets under Ragnarok, once again lifting him up into Checkmate!! But Ragnarok again fights free, landing a few elbow shots, landing on his feet. King spins, grabbing Ragnarok by the head, as if to try for a neckbreaker, but Ragnarok blocks it, stopping King in his tracks. He then boots King in the gut… and gets him up for the Bone Crusher!!! King can’t block it this time, as Ragnarok lands successive powerbombs, before holding King down for the final one…
1!!
2!!
THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: RAGNAROK
Match Time: 9:16
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PATRICK MATHEWS: A big victory for Ragnarok, as he continues on his push to make it to the top this year!
CJJ: Damn, I thought King had him a couple of times there, but he just couldn’t stop from going for his finisher. Sometimes, you have to try something else!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Indeed. But it was a hell of a match from young Gideon King, and I suspect he’ll be back here at the next big show, ready to display all that he’s learned!
Ragnarok gets his hand raised, looking back at where Gideon King is trying to pull himself together, looking depressed. Ragnarok opts to let him have the ring, stepping through the ropes and heading to the back, basking in victory. We cut away.
The picture comes back to show us a special luxury suite here at the Wells Fargo Arena. The camera is shooting from a long distance away, showing the individuals sitting there in the booth: Tristan Slater and the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, Mac Bane! The crowd, seeing them pop up on the Tron, immediately start booing, but Tristan and Mac barely seem to notice, continuing to talk and laugh as they enjoy the evening.
CJJ: The World Champion is here, getting to watch an excellent night of action from the best suite in the arena!
PATRICK MATHEWS: There’s a lot of controversy about how Bane won the World Title from Cholo last week at First Dance.
CJJ: Yeah, and you know who’s not worrying about that ‘controversy’? Those guys!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, I hope Mac enjoys tonight, because I know he’s going to have to meet Cholo again at the Denzel Porter Invitational soon enough!
CJJ: Yep… but until that match includes a Smash superstar, I’m not worrying about it. Let’s get back to the fighters that matter tonight!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Don’t let Mac and Tristan hear you say that.
The two men continue to sit back and relax in the comfort of their private suite, as we cut back to ringside.
PATRICK MATHEWS: CeeeJ, has it been a night so far or what?
CJJ: I’ll say this Matthews you aren’t right very much especially compared to I, but when you are sir YOU ARE DEAD ON! SMASH really is the best!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Indeed it is, and now it’s time for the good to get better…Well that may be a poor choice of words because what we are fixing to watch may be later described by a great number of things, but good may not be among them! Because this next one ladies and gentlemen aint about gold belts, it isn’t about athletic competition, it’s about
CJJ: HATRED!!! SWEET, SEXY, BLOOD AND GUTS HATRED!!! And screw that Matthews from our vantage point this is definitely going to be a good one, because who doesn’t like watching two dudes who literally CANNOT stand one another go at it toe to toe on a stage such as the one we find set before us at this very moment?
PATRICK MATHEWS: WOW…man that was like DEEP FOR YOU…Usually you’re a puddle, and that one was like way more WALMART kiddie pool!
CJJ: Even a broken clock is right twice a day my man!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Indeed it is! But ladies and gentlemen this whole thing began over the heavy and obvious fan favorite FPV being named MAN OF THE YEAR by the city of NEW ORLEANS. And well the man we’ve all come to know as Jestyr Seryous took exception to that being from The Big Easy himself…
CJJ: Yup, now throw in a literal ASS LOAD of insults, some thrown punches, and quite a few drops of blood and here we are! It’s been months these two have been going back and fourth and well the time to settle this issue is finally upon them! Both men are looking to further their position here on SMASH, but neither man will be able to move past this until one of them is put down, and when you consider the two we are speaking of…This one is going to be a FIGHT ladies and gentlemen! If ya got kids cover their eyes or put them lil rascals to bed because this one aint gunna be pretty!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah a few weeks ago when Seryous had FPV arrested for assault and battery after luring FPV away from the arena so that he could be arrested on such a BOGUS charge was the minute this thing got serious no pun intended because the shit storm PR nightmare that came from that has caused all the talk of FPV’s Man of the YEAR award to all but vanish…Ladies and gentlemen this thing is PERSONAL, both men would probably rather seriously injure themselves and anyone else before they gave a single inch to the other. Tonight at LAST CHANCE ladies and gentlemen we aren’t bringing you a wrestling match, hell it’s not even a grudge match…WHat we are fixing to watch is going to be an
CJJ: ALL OUT WAR SUCKASSSSS!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: STOP DOING THAT!!!
CJJ: Doin what?
PATRICK MATHEWS: FINISHING MY SENTENCES FOR ME!!!
CJJ: But…But I thought we were best buds?
PATRICK MATHEWS: We aren’t THOSE KIND OF BEST BUDS!!! GOD YOU ARE THE WORST!!!
CJJ: Nu-UH!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sweet BABY JESUS can we get this show on the friggin road or what???
Seryous smiles even claps as FPV enters the ring. FPV has a cool, calm, and collected look on his face as he climbs in the ring, walking right passed Jestyr like he aint even there. FPV walks over to the turnbuckles on the opposite side of the ring and climbs up tot he second turnbuckle posing for the sold out capacity crowd. FPV then hops down and the main lights shine down on the ring as the ref begins checking both competitors for illegal objects. Well it would be both competitors if he could ever get finished with Jestyr. We see brand new ref Toby Maddox patting down Jestyr Seryous, we see him reach into his knee pads pulling out two pairs of brass knuckles. Toby then checks Jestyr’s boots and removes a miniature black wooden baseball bat. He holds it up so Jestyr can see, as Jestyr looks at him and just SHRUGS hittin him with HoW DiD THaT GeT IN THeRe RoUTiNe…A CLASSIC!!! Poor young Maddox keeps checking and keeps removing so…so many illegal items from Jestyr’s pockets, pads, and practically everything else he has on. FPV shakes his head as young Toby Maddox finally concludes his search and has so many various objects that can be used as weapons in his hands he needs help from the ring announcer to help him remove it from the ring. Toby then looks up at Jestyr and shakes his head as he goes to ring the bell, but before he is able to do so Jestyr points at FPV.
FPV tilts his head back as we see him mouth the words..ME? Jestyr walks right by young Toby Maddox almost shoving him out of the way as he tells FPV to lift his boots up so he can check him for illegal contraband. Jestyr checks FPV’s right boot, then left boot…Then right elbow pad…and then the…UH OH WHATS THIS? Yestyr checks FPV’s left elbow pad and removes a pair of brass knuckles of his own, as the entire arena lets out a very large POP that visibly IRRITATES the shit out of Jestyr SeRyoUS. HE walks over and slams the brass knuckles into ref Toby Maddox’s chest. Toby quickly slides the knux into his pocket and then finally ring the bell and the entire arena pops as Jestyr and FPV begin to circle one another until they eventually lock horns as the crowd is on their feet and roaring as loudly as they have all night to see this one!
PATRICK MATHEWS:AND HERRRRREEEE WE GO LADIES AND GENTLEMEN this one is officially underway!
CJJ: I’ll bet you the rest of that TUNA SAMMICH SeRyOuS BLEEDS FIRST!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: OK..WAIT NO, cause if I win, what do I get?
CJJ: The rest of your tuna sandwich dummy!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I really cannot believe you sat down in a room with someone and interviewed for this job, and they were like YEAH let’s put this space cadet on TV!!!
CJJ: Stop Matthews I haven’t been back to space in like the longest!
Jestyr and FPV are locked up both doing any and everything they can to try and gain the better position but neither will give way to the other. Eventually FPV and Jestyr go hurling backwards into the corner. FPV gets the better of it as Jestyr’s back slams against the padded steel of the turnbuckles but neither man has let go. Toby Maddox then immediately calls for these men to break it up. Before Toby can even begin his count, FPV lets go and backs away holding his hands in the air. Jestyr sees this as an opportunity for a cheap shot as he goes to pull his hand back but instead takes his right palm and sends it flying into FPV’s face pie facing him, as the entire crowd begin massively booing as Jestyr turns around and makes a jerking off motiuon with his hands to the crowd as FPV looks down and then back up at Jestyr scoffing. FPV’s posie isn’t broken in the least as he is all smiles as he dares Jestyr to come at him. Jestyr is more than happy to oblige as he comes bursting out of the corner, only to be immediately sent down to the canvas flat on his back as FPV perfectly anticipated Jestyr’s move nailing him with a beautiful Japanese style arm drag.
Jestyr’s back smacks the canvas but he is quickly able to regain his footing as he once again goes charging at FPV, who was once again ready for him, quickly nailing him with a European uppercut, then grabbing the clown’s arm and whipping him to the ropes. Jestyr hits the ropes and comes back around as FPV leap frogs over him Jestyr bounces off the ropes almost immediately being caught right in the bridge of his nose with a leaping back elbow by FPV that causes the crowd to ERUPTTTTTT, as they all begin chanting
FPV
FPV
FPV
CJJ: Man do these fans love this friggin guy or what?
PATRICK MATHEWS: What’s not to like? FPV has been doing this for years, he is the definition of a PRO! And we are more than proud to have a man of his calibur here with us on the SMASH BRAND!
CJJ: WHat about his opponent?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well I’ll say this, I can’t say I or any of these fans really care for him too much, but FPV would be a fool to let his guard down even for a moment!
FPV feeding off the energy of the crowd shoots back up to his feet and catches Seryous right in the face with a stiff boot. Jestyr falls backwards as FPV leans in grabbing Seryous by his arm and yanking him up to his feet, FPV pulls in Seryous and locks his arms around the clown’s waist then plants his legs and sends Jestyr flying over his head with a textbook overhead belly to belly suplex. Jestyr’s back smacks the canvas hard, but he lands close enough to the ropes he is able to slide to the outside. FPV in the ring is asking Jestyr where he is going and Jestyr just says something he isn’t allowed to say on TV. FPV dares him to get back in the ring but Jestyr is demanding FPV stay back and allow him to get back in the ring. We can hear him yelling…WHAT ABOUT THE RULEZ FRANKIE?...WHAT ABOUT THE RULEZ?
FPV rolls his eyes as Jestyr calls the ref over to the corner as he lifts himself up on the ring apron. The ref rolls his eyes as well as he walks over as Jestyr pulls him close and grabs the back of his own head motioning that FPV pulled his hair as the crowd lets out a thunderous chorus of boos at Jestyr for his foolish stalling. As Jestyr and the ref bicker over literally nothing FPV has had enough and he walks over and grabs Jestyr by his blue hair and yanks him over the top rope sending him crashing down onto the canvas. The fans let out another roar as FPV goes to pick Seryous up by his neck, but Seryous takes advantage by slamming his middle finger into FPV’s right eye. FPV stumbles backwards clutching his eye as the ref gives Jestyr a very stern warning. Jestyr is now up to one knee rares back and slams his fist into FPV’s stomach causing FPV to double over in pain as Jestyr rises to his feet grabs FPV around the waist and lifts him into the air and drops him down stomach first across his knee with a gut buster. The fans aren’t liking this shit at all as the announcers can barley be heard over the booing.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think this is the part where I get to tell ya I told ya SO!
CJJ: He is a sneaky bastard that John..Jestyr Seryous…BOTH OF EM WHATEVER!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And now the tables have turned and FPV just may very well be in an entire world of trouble!
CJJ: Guess we’ll find out just how resilient this hero actually is!
Jestyr then stands up laughing as he grabs FPV by his hair and pulls him into the corner resting FPV back first against the bottom turnbuckle. Jestyr then grabs the top rope and slides his boot across FPV’s face…Then he does it again, and again…and then another time…Followed by YUP, ONE MORE. Jestyr then backs up and does the Hulk Hogan ear thing, as he turns around and runs towards FPV slamming his boot across his face for the final part of his trademark FaCe FiXxXeR face wash. Jestyr hangs over the top rope grinning at the fans who are all yelling curses and obscenities at him. Jestyr then turns around and grabs FPV by his hair once more and pulls him up to his feet and shoves him into the turnbuckle and hammers FPV with a stiff forearm shot. Jestyr goes down to pick FPV up and attempt to place him on the top turnbuckle but before Jestyr can get a firm grip FPV is able to come alive with a sudden jumping knee that catches Jestyr right in the chin. FPV then quickly pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle grabs Jestyr’s head tucks it underneath his arm and then pushes off the ropes swinging around FPV DRILLS JESTYR SERYOUS INTO THE CANVAS WITH A BEAUTIFUL TORNADO DDT! The moment Jestyr’s head impacts the canvas the fans let out a huge pop as FPV quickly hurries up and rolls Jestyr over and hooks his leg as the ref drops down and counts
.1
..2
..KICKOUT!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: FPV tried to put this one away early but it looks like it is gunna take a bit more than that to keep SeRyOu$ down!
CJJ: Well duh, I mean he is one SeRyOuS dude Pat!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I won’t even dignify that with a response!
CJJ: Cept for that one…OBVIOUSLY!!!
FPV and Jestyr are both trying to get back to their feet, FPV is up just half a step quicker, as he moves towards Jestyr who has just made it back to a standing base himself. FPV goes to grab him but Jestyr quickly wraps his hands around Frankie’s head and drops to his knees driving FPV’s chin into the back of his head with a jawbreaker. FPV staggers ackwards as Seryous gets to his feet and runs at FPV taking him clean off his feet with a nasty SPEAR! Jestyr got every bit of that one as FPV’s back smacks the canvas as Jestyr falls ontop of FPV and goes for a cover of his own
.1
..2
…KICKOUT!!!
Jestyr sits up and looks at the ref shaking his head, but then quickly turns and hammers FPV on the side of the head with a few stiff forearm shots. Jestyr then pulls himself and FPV up to their feet. Jestyr immediately thrusts FPV’s head in between his legs, grabs him by his waist and lifts him into the air and DRILLS HIM into the turnbuckle pads with a POWERBOMB! FPV’s back makes a loud thud as his back impacts the padded steel. The fans let out a brief gasp, as Jestyr presses his advantage by grabbing the top rope and using it for leverage as he begins stomping FPV repeatedly in the chest until he slumps down into the corner. Jestyr then takes his boot leans down and presses it against FPV’s throat choking him. Young ref Toby Maddox IMMEDIATELY calls for Jestyr to stop, but of course he doesn’t listen. SO Maddox begins his four count and makes it to 4 when Jestyr finally relents.
Jestyr acts like he is going to backhand Maddox as he then turns around as FPV musters enough strength to fire a boot into Jestyr’s midsection. But Jestyr comes firing back hammering him with forearm shots. Jestyr yanks FPV up by his neck once more as he pulls him towards the middle of the ring putting him in position for another powerbomb. He lifts FPV up by his waist, but astonishingly FPV is able to BLAST Jestyr in the face while in mid-air as he wraps his legs around Jestyr’s head and sends Jestyr flying towards the canvas back first as FPV hits one of his signature
PATRICK MATHEWS:FRANKY-STEINER!!!! WHAT A COUNTER THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!
CJJ: Wait…What did you just call that move?
PATRICK MATHEWS:Um, a FRANKYSTEINER?
CJJ: That’s not what it’s called Patrick, aren’t you supposed to be the expert out here?
PATRICK MATHEWS: It is when FPV does it!
CJJ: I’m sure it is, however I think our brothers south of the border would appreciate it if we referred to that move by the name it was originally given to it by them. It’s called a HAKUNNAMATTA…My pronunciation may be off a tad!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Or YOU MISSED THE MARK BY A FRIGGIN CONTINENT! That is not what it’s called. HakunnaMatta means NO WORRIES you imbecile!
CJJ: NO…there is no way that’s what that means!
PATRICK MATHEWS: YES…Yes there is they wrote a SONG ABOUT IT AND EVERYTHING!
CJJ: Yeah…It’s our PROBLEM FREE…PHI-LO-SOFEEEEE HUNNAKAHNRANNA!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: CJJ…I seriously HATE YOU!!!
Jestyr is scrambling to get back to his feet but the moment he makes it to a standing base FPV comes running and sends Jestyr SeRyoUS crashing back down onto the mat with a Dean Malenko esq leg lariat. FPV now presses his advantage as he grabs Jestryr by his arm and yanks him up to his feet. Once again the moment Jestyr is on his feet FPV sends him back down to the canvas nailing him with a stiff knife edge chop that draws the typical corresponding
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OnlyFPV doesn’t let go of Jestyr’s arm, instead he yanks Jestyr up once more and another knife edge chop
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
FPV still holding on yanks Jestyr up by his arm once more and then chops Jestyr so hard some of the buttons fly off of his suit. FPV then yanks Jestyr to his feet once again this time nailing a quick back elbow before throwing Jestyr to the ropes. Jestyr’s back smacks the ropes and comes running back at FPV who slightly bends grabbing Jestyr by his waist and spinning him around in the air and then FPV drops Jestyr back first across his extended knee with a BRILLIANT TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!! The fans let out an enormous pop as FPV drops down hooking Jestyr’s leg as Toby Maddox drops down to make the count
.1
..2
…THR NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Jestyr gets the shoulder up just in the knick as FPV is holding up three fingers asking the ref if he's sure. FPV then decks Jestyr with a few forearm shots of his own pulling them both up to their feet. FPV pulls Jestyr back towards the center of the ring as he hooks his arm over his head, grabs Jestyr by his pants and lifts him into the canvas and then F’N DRILLZ Jestyr head first into the canvas with a BRAIN BUSTER! FPV shoots up and he gets the crowd rocking. He walks over and almost goes to roll him over but instead he looks in the direction of Jestyr’s legs as he points to them to the crowd’s delight. FPV walks over and grabs Jestyr by his ankle and turns him over and has him locked in an ANKLE LOCK SUBMISSION!!! The white in Jestyr’s eyes seem to outshine the black painted areas around his eyes as they are practically bulging out of his skull as he is in a world of pain!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: FPV WAS ABLE TO DEFINITELY SWING THIS ONE BACK IN HIS FAVOR AND HE’S GOT THE CLOWN IN AN ANKLE LOCK!!
CJJ: And homeboy is nowhere NEAR THE ROPES! Jestyr better figure out something and he had better do it quick or this one is OVER!!
PATRICK MATHEWS:And would you listen to these fans all screaming, BEGGING Jestyr to tap out!
CJJ: Well I can say one thing about Mr. SeRyOu$, he is one stubborn bastard, he is refusing to tap out despite the immense amount of pain he is obviously in!
Jestyr attempts to grab for the ropes but FPV is able to strengthen his grip and pull Jestyr even further away then he was before. Jestyr pushes himself up as FPV continues to apply the pressure. The fans are all on their feet, but Jestyr makes one last ditch effort and uses everything he’s got and he is able to shift his body weight forward rolling sending FPV flying forward as he was not expecting the clown to go for that counter. FPV goes flying head first towards the corner…where ref Toby Maddox was standing. FPV is almost able to catch himself but Jestyr was able to quickly scurry back to his feet and he takes his boot and puts it to FPV’s rear end and sends him flying forward to where FPV’s shoulder goes flying into Toby’s midsection in the turnbuckles. Jestyr runs up behind them and is able to reach into Toby’s pocket and lifts the pair of brass knuckles Toby Maddox confiscated from FPV before the bell rang. Only Jestyr sees that Toby is still conscious so in an odd move Jestyr falls back onto the ground and waits for FPV to stand and turn around and then Jestyr tosses FPV the brass knuckles and FPV catches them. By the time FPV is able to look at his hands and see what it is he caught he turns and looks in the ref’s direction who is back to his feet now clutching his stomach. The ref looks at Jestyr down on the ground clutching his cheek and then looks at FPV holding the brass knuckles. Toby quickly checks his pockets only to discover they are no longer there. He then looks at FPV with an angry face as FPV begins to plead with the ref trying to explain what really happened as the fans erupt in a chorus of boos…Especially after young ref Toby Maddox elects to call for the bell and end this match DQ’ing FPV!
BULLSHIT
BULLSHIT
BULLSHIT
PATRICK MATHEWS: WHAT A DIRTY BASTARD!
CJJ: Or a clever one…Depending on your point of view!
Patrick Matthews: NO THIS ISN’T RIGHT! This match shouldn’t end like this! These fans here aint havin it either listen to them!
CJJ: Well FPV is the stickler for the rules and well if you use illegal objects while the match is taking place the odds of it all ending in DQ dramatically increases!
PATRICK MATHEWS: HE DIDN’T JESTYR picked the ref’s pocket right after HE CAUSED FPV and the ref to collide!
CJJ: That’s not what I saw or the ref and the only pair of eyes that matter in this building are his!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well I’m inclined to agree with the fans on this one because forgive my language ladies and gentlemen but this is BULLSHIT!!!
CJJ: PATRICK MATTHEWS! LANGUAGE SIR! UH-OH YOU HEAR THAT MATTHEWS? HERE COMES THE BOSS perhaps he shares your opinion on the matter!
“WITHOUT TEMPTATION” blares over the PA system as every ass leaves its seat and all attention is on the ramp way as THE MAN IN CHARGE casually walks out on stage with a sly smile on his face and mic in hand. Camera then quickly cuts down to the ring where Jestyr was heading up the entrance ramp laughing his head off, but that all vanishes the moment Barrows’ music hits and he like everyone else turns and looks towards the entrance ramp as does FPV who is in the ring looking very disappointed. Camera then cuts back to Barrows who then holds his hands up calling for the music to be cut.
Jonathan Barrows: I was in the back tending to some business, and I heard all the commotion out here and well once I saw what happened I honestly have to say I was compelled to do something about it! Jestyr I heard you asking FPV “WHAT ABOUT THE RULES?” And well perhaps we should have done this from the beginning, but this is the first SMASH pay per view so we are doing it now, because as of right now this match is being RESTARTED, and you won’t have to worry about the rules because THERE WON’T BE ANY! Mr. Maddox ring the bell and let’s see this one finished properly, because this is how we do business on THE SMASH BRAND! YALL ENJOY PHILLY!!!
Camera then immediately cuts back to ringside where we see FPV smiling and clapping as Jestyr SeRyOuS is 12 different kinds of pissed off, as the bell sounds. Jestyr then runs and slides back into the ring and the fans are on their feet screaming their heads off as Jestyr gets to his feet and he and FPV start hammering each other with closed fists.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I knew I liked that Jonathan Barrows!
CJJ: Well I mean you can’t argue with his logic! This is our first PPV after all, and well we all deserve to see this one end properly!
PATRICK MATHEWS:AND HERE THEY GO!
CJJ: FISTS ARE FLYING THIS IS MUCH MUCH BETTER THANK YOU BOSS MAN!!!
Jestyr and FPV are still in the ring trading blows as FPV hits Jestyr with a knee lift allowing him to grab Jestyr by the collar of his suit and the back of his pants FPV then runs forward sending Jestyr flying over the top rope smacking the ground hard on the outside. FPV holds his hand up as the Philly fans respond in kind
FPV
FPV
FPV
They chant as FPV waits a moment for Jestyr to climb to his feet. FPV then hits the ropes on the far side comes running towards Jestyr as he leaps through the middle rope sending JEstyr and himself crashing back down onto the floor with a SUICIDE DIVE! Both crash and burn onto the ground in front of them directly in front of the announce tables. FPV landed on top of Jestyr so he was able to make it back up to his feet first. He grabs Jestyr by his arm and yanks him to his feet. He goes to IRISH WHIP Jestyr into the steel ring steps but Jestyr is able to reverse it and instead sends FPV crashing knee first into the unforgiving steel. It makes a loud thud as FPV immediately falls back clutching at his knee as Jestyr then begins to savagely stomp on the downed FPV. Jestyr pulls him up, scoops FPV into his arms, walks over to the guardrail and drops him neck first into the guardrail. Jestyr then turns around and his eyes lock onto the time keeper’s table where all of his no longer ILLEGAL OBJECTS are being held.
But the fans let out a roar when FPV somehow wills himself back up to his feet but is noticeably limping. Jestyr makes it over to the table and starts looking through his collection of small weapons, but decides to shove the Timekeeper out of his chair and he immediately begins to start folding up the steel chair. And the moment Jestyr has it folded up, he turns around and
!!!!!!BAM!!!!!!
FPV drop kicks the chair directly into Jestyr’s face much to the sold out PHILLY crowd’s delight! FPV quickly gets to his feet wincing in pain still clutching at his knee as he musters the strength to once again stand. He pulls Jestyr up by his hair and slams his head into the steel guardrail, FPV then points to the steel ringsteps on the opposite side and FPV drags Jestyr over and slams JEstyr head first into the steel ring steps. Jestyr clutches at his face and once FPV pulls his hands away from his face we see Jestyr is now sporting a brand new crimson mask as blood begins to trickle down from his forehead!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well that didn’t take long!
CJJ: Well no it may not be the most shocking thing we’ve heard this evening, but you can’t say you are surprised. The moment it was announced that this match was to be governed under NO DQ it was only a matter of time before one of these two busted the other one open. That’s what I call sweet sexy HATRED!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: FPV does seem rather fired up tonight, but he made a promise to his fans at the last SMASH that he was going to fight and defeat Jestyr the right way! But given that the circumstances have changed will FPV allow himself to lose his temper and go searching under the ring for his kendo stick?
CJJ: Jestyr had better SeRyOuSLy hope not…HA see what I did there? BRO I’M FRIGGIN HILARIOUS!!!
Jestyr attempts a wild HAYMAKER but FPV is able to duck right underneath it and the moment Jestyr shows his back to FPV, FPV quickly locks Jestyr in a cobra clutch, FPV then runs straight forward and then leaps into the air driving Jestyr face down on the outside with his signature cobra clutch bulldog he calls the COBRA CLUTCH HOLD! FPV then stands up on his feet and immediately walks over to the Spanish announce table and demands they get out of his way as he immediately begins to do what he can to clear the Spanish Announce’s Table of all monitors and other clutter much to the fans delight! Jestyr waits for FPV to turn around and we see Jestyr was able to grab something off the table as he quickly opens a bag of powder and blows it into FPV’s face! The fans reaction quickly turns to boo’s as Jestyr then waits for FPV to turn around as Jestyr dives and slams his forearm into the back of FPV’s knee he has been limping on with a dirty ass chopblock!
Jestyr then picks FPV up grabs him by his side and then winks into the camera as he swiftly and sternly sends himself and FPV flying head first towards the ring steps. It was a side Russian leg sweep that caused FPV to hit the crown of his head into the steel ring steps. Jestyr then quickly gerts back to his feet and walks over and grabs the chair FPV kicked into his face a few moments ago. He walks right over to FPV lifts the chair over his head and slams it down into FPV’s knee cap!
Jestyr then lifts the chair once more and slams it down onto FPV’s kneecap once more as FPV screams out in pain. Jestyr then takes the chair in both hands and then drives the curved top of the chair right into FPV’s knee once more. JEstyr then takes a step back and throws the chair into FPV’s face as the crowd boos and Toby Maddox looks concerned but is able to do nothing. Jestyr then with a wild look in his eyes returns to the Spanish Announce table and once again forces those poor announcers from their seats and continues clearing the table just as FPV was doing.
CJJ: Uhhhh ohhh something tells me this shit is about to get bowling shoe ugly!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Finally you said something that was idiotic! But yeah I think things were always gunna get worse before they got better between these two!
CJJ: Damn straight Matthews! I’m not sure what this is all gunna come down to, but one thing I think we all know we can count on is CHAOS…Sweet, beautiful, messy ass CHAOS BABY!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Jestyr had better turn around because some how FPV has once again will’d himself back up to his feet, but the damage Jestyr has done to his knee is now worse as we can see FPV wencing in pain with every step!
Jestyr pulls the last monitor and then flips the top off the announce table and goes to turn around but before he is able to FPV runs up and BLASTS JESTYR with a DISCUS ROARING ELBOW SMASH! The elbow clocks Jestyr in the back of the head causing him to double over as FPV slams Jestyr’s head into the top of the table and then quickly bends over grabbing Jestyr by his arm and leg and lifting him into the air and FPV sends Jestyr SeRyOuS CRASHING THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE WITH HIS TRADEMARK FINISHER…
PATRICK MATHEWS: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY FPV WITH A FRANKLE-SLAM ON JESTYR SERYOUS THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! AND THE FANS HAVE ALMOST BLOWN THE ROOF OFF THIS PLACE!!!
CJJ:Yeah, but while yall all cheer like little girls you are all overlooking the simple fact that this is a NO DQ match not a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH! SO now Jestyr is out cold and the only way this ends is if FPV can get him back in the ring to pin him!
What was the Spanish announce table is now in shambles as every speck of white face paint on Jestyr’s face has given way to his now crimson mask. FPV once again wills himself to his feet still favoring that knee. FPV leans over and pulls Jestyr to his feet he brings him back towards the ring but before he rolls him back in the ring so he can pin him, FPV hooks Jestyr once again and this time gives Jestyr a FRANKLE-SLAM right onto the “HaRDe$T PaRT oF THe RING!!!” FPV then shoves Jestyr back inside the ring, and goes to climb in himself, but sees the chair Jestyr used on his knee a few moments ago and a mad twinkle can be seen in his eye as he walks over grabs the chair and throws it back into the ring as FPV rolls under the bottom rope.
We see the ref checking on Jestyr Seryous as FPV gets to his feet picking the chair up. The ref still has his brass knux on his fingers to make sure he wouldn’t lose them this time, but when FPV shoves him out of the way as Jestyr was finally able to make it up to both knees the knuckles fall to the canvas seemingly unnoticed by anyone in the ring. FPV steel chair in hand raises it above his head as Jestyr looks up at him with blood pouring down his face as he starts to laugh maniacally! And we see him mouth the words TOLD YA SO FRANKIE!! FPV goes to swing the steel into Jestyr’s skull but stops himself mid swing and takes a look at all of the fans that have supported him through the years literally begging him to use the chair. FPV takes a moment to consider it and he tosses the chair to the side as the fans let out a pop!
CJJ: K see I thought the clown was supposed to be the crazy ONE WTF IS HE FRICKEN DOIN???
PATRICK MATHEWS:BEING BETTER! Because the only way to be better Ceej IS TO BE BETTER MY MAN!
CJJ: Uhh that’s dumb, because he could have put this thing away at least three times now, but instead chose to go the honor route and what’s that gotten him?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait, Jestyr just reached for something?!?
CJJ:For what?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I DON’T KNOW I DIDN’T SEE LOOK OUT FRANKIE!!!
The moment FPV turns around Jestyr had grabbed the fallen brass knuckles slipped them on, rared back and slammed his fist right into FPV’s crotch! FPV’s eyes bulge wide as Jestyr stands up grabs FPV by his head and drives him into the canvas with a X-FACTOR! The fans are booing mercilessly as Jestyr then backs into the corner and waits for FPV to stir. Eventually FPV tries to once again heroically push himself back up to his feet but Jestyr SeRyOuS comes running out of the corner jumping in the air taking the back of his boot and using it to ram FPV’s face into the canvas with his CURB STOMP FINISHER HE REFERS TO AS
CJJ: BED TIME STORY!!!! JESTYR SERYOUS JUST DRILLED FPV’s HEAD INTO THE MAT WITH THE BED TIME STORY AND I THINK IT JUST MAY BE NIGHT NIGHT FOR FPV!!
PATRICK MATHEWS:NO IT CAN’T END LIKE THIS!!!
Maddox drops down to make count as Jestyr immediately jumped on him to make the cover
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The roof almost blows off the WELLS FARGO ARENA IN PHILLY when Jestyr sits up and runs his hands through his hair as he turns around holding up three fingers as young Maddox assures him it was 2 by the narrowest of margins. Jestyr then turns his attention back to FPV as Jestyr backs into the corner and pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle. FPV once again like the gusty dude he is is trying to desperately will himself back to his feet, and the moment his arms are able to slightly push him off the mat, Jestyr SeRyouS comes flying off the middle rope using his boot to once again slam FPV’s face into the mat as he nails a BED TIME STORY FROM THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE! THe fans let out a gasp as the sound FPV’s head makes bouncing off the canvas echoes throughout the arena as Jestyr Seryous is clutching his gut from laughing so hard as he rolls FPV over and Jestyr has the leg hooked
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PATRICK MATHEWS: ROBBERY! THat is the only way we can just described what happened! ANd it’s a DAMN SHAME! FPV puts up the heroic effort of a lifetime only to have Jestyr swipe it from him by being the dirty bastard he is!
CJJ: Yeah well FPV is as much to blame for this one as the clown, because like I mentioned a few moments ago there were points where he probably could have put this one away but didn’t, guess now we’ll never no! Because Je$TyR SeRyoU$ is now on a roll and makes good on his word!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah ladies and gentlemen believe me I am in the same boat with all of you I know it doesn’t say how they did it, but this has got to be one of the dirtiest wins in the career of Jestyr, Johnny WHATEVER! I can’t stand that man!
CJJ: Yeah well you had better get used to him cause it don’t look like he’s going anywhere!
WGWF medics come running down to the ring as Jestyr Seryous was putting the bad mouth on FPV, as they slide in the ring and immediately order Seryous away from FPV. Jestyr holds his hands up and walks over to the ref and demands his hand to be raised…Which it is as Memphis Belle officially informs us
MEMPHIS BELLE: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL….JESTYR SERYOUSSSSS!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JESTYR SERYOUS
Match Time: 18:56
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PATRICK MATHEWS: This isn’t over!
CJJ: It looks pretty over to me!
The crowd continues to boo Jestyr Seryous as we cut away.
Last Chance returns to the action. An enormous yellow crane helps secure sections of the platform for the next aerial bout. Stagehands set up concert equipment below from black roller cases on the massive Last Chance mega-stage. SEX addicts hold up signs, knowing what's next on the agenda hand out they got at the ticket booth. The Scorpions emerge on stage, walking over to each instrument bays. The band holds up fists at the crowd, jamming to air guitar and pointing at Terry Marshall lightning and thunder T-Shirts in the sold-out crowd. Sports Entertainment Xpress' massive following chant for Space Lord and Terry as the lights dim for the first entrance into the Tag Team Championship Free Fall Match.
PATRICK MATHEWS: OHHHHHHH! The Tag Champs are here tonight, and they don't feel like this is a Last Chance, they feel like there's an entire galaxy still to conquer in WGWF, starting with Iconoclast, C!
High above the announce table, WGWF staff secure the squared off walking paths on the scaffolding where the match will take place. We see challengers Gabe Reno and Chris Chaos talking through the safety precautions with different fed officials.
CJJ: Well, it was only a matter of time until these teams collided, we didn't know it would be now, or in WGWF, but we are JACKED THAT IT IS! LET'S GOOO! WOooooOOo!!! BARN BURNER!
In the ring and around the perimeter tables are assembled, stacked, and raised by crane, made to be a demented cushion for anyone who may 'free fall' into elimination, and to nearly sure doom. CJJ whispers to Patrick that this may not be a great idea. Mathews nods. 'Golden Age' by Woodkid plays… gold and red lights crisscross all over Wells Fargo Arena. The epic theme begins with the champion being born inside the Golden sculpture. Fans have very mixed reactions to the most hated man in the game, Radical Reno, and the ruthless Chaotic One, Chris Chaos.
CJJ: The Icons have arrived after gut punching Rhodes and Mason's tickets last Brawl; they get an ever-elusive title match with the best team… I've ever… seen. Well, sometimes you get lucky, and sometimes you don't, eh Pat?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Right you are! High above us, Iconoclast has made their way to the away or challenger side of the scaffolding. Pedro, their live Panda mascot, is refusing to go up that high, stating his CBD induced vertigo will not allow it. Health comes first here, folks.
Onlookers hold hands firmly, clamoring for a joyful shared experience, trying to find the best perspectives below to watch the massive war that will surely change wrestling history… just toward the Heavens above. Almost close enough to touch.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Team after team have tried to defeat these Champions with no success. DELETED! Hell or highwater alike, Space Lord and Terry Marshall have won by any means necessary, carving out a unique legacy in WGWF tag team lure. Hell of an act to try and stop or follow.
CJJ: Space Lord is a masterful technician from the Black Eye Galaxy, he recruited the ultimate babyface, Terry to become the greatest team we have ever witnessed, and they are damn close to closing the door on that case… forever!!
The Scorpions hit their cue while the previous theme fades out. Fans go bonkers for the performance of singer Klaus and guitarist Rudolf, the only two members to appear on every album. Officials encourage no running on the four-sided match pathway above, but Space Lord and 'Thundering' Terry run up and down the steel pieces anyway, igniting their fandom below in an orgy of SEX admiration and anticipation of their next human emoji position.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sports Entertainment Xpress is bringing the energy tonight at LAST CHANCE! Referee's will watch from many viewpoints tonight making sure to lay out rules clearly and identify each FREE FALL immediately! The Championship gold about to be on the line!
CJJ: Can we just enjoy the Scorpions!? WE KNOW WHO THEY ARE!!! GAhh-
Mathews hides his head in shame of interrupting such a magnificent performance. Scorpions finish the last few notes to an ovation fit for the represented intergalactic tag Kings. Fans chant "TOSS GABE RENO!!!! TOSS GABE RENOO!!" Gabe bashfully flips them off over the scaffold railing. Refs give final pat downs and reminders of the FREE FALL rules, as eliminations occur if anyone falls through the table scrum under their immediate suspended square surface area.
CJJ: They want Gabe gone early- he doesn't seem to care. He burns everything down anyway, one way or another…
He playfully pushes Patrick, trying to get his head back into the match. THE BELL RINGS BELOW, SIGNALING THE HIGH TITLE FREE FALL IS UNDERWAY!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We are underwayyy!
CJJ: There he is! Pat's back! OOoOOw! Space Lord and Terry split up, trying to go around the sides to pin Iconoclast here…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Solid strategy by SEX.
Marshall closes in from the left on Chaos, Space Lord stalks Reno coming around the right side of the pathway. Chris split hops over Marshall, landing with either leg on the railing, impressed with his own pliability. Terry turns trying to dump him over the edge quickly in his vulnerable chaotic state! Space Lord and Gabe Reno collide, chest to chest, Space Lord eyeing Marshall trying to toss Chaos, and antagonizing Reno's temper to keep his attention from assisting his partner. Chaos squeals! One of his legs was pulled by Terry, causing him a private plant on the rail! Gabe hears it, sprinting and hopping on the back of Marshall, who nearly topples over with Gabe on his back, but Space Lord pulls Reno back to now save his own Partner too!
PATRICK MATHEWS: No one giving an inch early.
CJJ: Chaos might be singing acapella after that!
All four men's momentum has them laying back down on the platform pathways. Chaos on one side holding his who-who, Immortan Chris, and the other three men lay to his 90-degree angle on the next portion of the square walkway. Terry and Space Lord immediately notice the opportunity and start hammering away with double axe-handles on the shielding Reno. Eventually they wear him down flat. Terry jolts up, firing up the contingent over 50 feet below them. Space Lord narrowly gathers Gabe for a SPACE RACE RUNNING POWERSLAM!
CJJ: Their instincts are impeccable, in ring, or out. Perfect timing from the Champs up there on the dangerous FREE FALL PLATFORM.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Absolut- HEYY! OH MY GOOOOSH! LOOOK OUTTTT BELLoooOOOoOW!!
Chaos has risen as his pain subsides. He sees the Champs beating Gabe like he is trying to steal something from them! Chris runs at an unsuspecting Terry… SPEAR! He gets up, hopping over Gabe for another SPEAR- OHhHHH! Space Lord moved at the last second, the platform official was SPEARED BY CHAOS! Barely catching his own momentum, Chris squats back, just missing grabbing the feet of the referee! An official WHO has now FALLEN over the railing onto a stack of tables!! One area of cushion for the FREE FALL competitors has been broken apart. Medics attend to the referee below. Pat's hands lower from his open shocked mouth.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I did NOT see that one coming… Neither did he! OOf!
CJJ: He saved himself, but that ref is gone from the match and these tables are already ⅓ of the way gone from breaking his accidental fall.
Space Lord turns Chaos around as the two Legends exchange blows for blow, teetering closer and closer to the railing edges on either side. Gabe holds his abdomen and shoulder from being beaten moments before, Terry Marshall does the same on the other side from the spear he received before the official went over.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Two men down, and two battling for supremacy of the sky!
Chris connects on a right; Space Lord connects on a left. Right. Left. Right. Left. RIGHT. LEFT. RIIIIIIGHT. LLLLLLEEEEFT. RIIIIIII- LEEEE- the two men fall stunned forward, leaning forward on the other in mid strike. Refs below watching shrug. FANS ERUPT, MARSHALL IS UP LEANING ON THE RAILING! His fist shakes, rising above his head, bobbing his head like a piston about to explode! He runs around a corner, straightaway, and another corner, ambushing the recovering Reno with a massive knee to the ribs!
CJJ: HE'S ON A ROLLLLLL!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We've seen this before!
Gabe gasps out of breath. Terry runs over to his partner, lowering him to a comfortable position, then revs back up, PUMPING THAT FIIIIST TO- A BOOT TO THE CHOPS! Chaos is coherent and having none of the thunderous rally. Chris flicks his blonde hair back, squat bouncing with a hand on the rail, lying in wait with that familiar maniacal predatory glare targeting Marshall's midsection. Terry gets to his feet, CHAOS- HAS A NEPTUNE SLEEPER SLAPPED ON FROM BEHIND BY THE WOKEN SPACE LORD!
PATRICK MATHEWS: OH MY GOD!! CHRIS COULD GO OUT HERE! THE POWERS OF NEPTUNE COMPEL HIM!
Marshall slaps Chris' hands away from any attempt to counter or use the platform to help break Space Lord's sleeper. Chaos fades over time… unable to raise his arms and beginning to snore in a loud annoying chaotic coo.
CJJ: Chris looks out! They just have to toss him over to gain the advantage over Iconoclast.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bad news for the challengers, the Champs are running on all planetary cylinders. IS that a… snore?
Terry and Lord clasps strong hands, smiling for a family photo op to the Last Chance titantron camera guy. We hear a whistle, everyone looks around wondering where it came from. Confused, SEX examines the railing and platform around them.
CJJ: Patrick… listen to me very carefully…
PATRICK MATHEWS: What was that sound-
CJJ: MATHEWS… SHUT UP!!! LLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK! IT's HIM!
PATRICK MATHEWS: IT… can't… be? How did he-?
In slow motion, Sports Entertainment Express look up, knowing that their injured prey isn't on the platform… simultaneously realizing where the whistle came from! Reno has climbed the railing support cables and is perched directly above them. He drops downward into a front flip double leg drop RATED R!!! They all tumble to different areas of the path. Along with Chaos, all four pathways now have a body motionless lying face down on it. Fanatics chant "HOLY SHIT LAST CHANCE!" over and over.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Chant's right on the money! Some matches with high expectations don't live up to the hype… this is NOT one of them…
CJJ: Radical just dropped from cables onto SEX and no one made a BDSM joke, OR FREE FELL to their death… which is, technically, snuff.
Patrick looks up at him confused by how he spends his spare time. Fans continue the chants; all four men are slow to stir after the fast and furious pace.
Terry Marshall gets up first, using everything he has left to flurry a rally behind his torn shirt and bulging purposeful interstellar eyes. He powers the SEX addicts to create more and more energy. Meanwhile, Space Lord walks to the next pathway, lifting Chris Chaos into a press slam well over the platform railing.
CJJ: There he goes! CHAOS IS OVER!!!!
Space Lord launches Chaos over the rails! He turns to flex to his audience at the right angle. Terry gathers himself across the platform, pointing at Lord to stop flexing. A table falls from the top of the stack! Kicked by the flailing feet of Chris Chaos, who is holding onto the bottom lining of the platform! He pulls his legs up horizontally, panting wildly, having been so close to ending their title chances. Space Lord sees his partner jumping up and down across from him, he stops God Star Kangaroo pose, turning back, looking over the rail, confused that Chaos never fell. He sees the broken table below with no body to show for it, until- TWO FEET SQUEEZE THE SIDES OF HIS HEAD!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The LORD'S HEAD IS BEING SCISSORED! Sort of…
Chaos pulls back but can't overcome the sheer raw strength of Space Lord to pull him all the way over. Space Lord realizes the position, swinging Chris by holding his feet in place with his twin python biceps, and Cesaro spinning them both to chaotic nauseum. Dizzy, Space Lord falls, flinging Chaos back onto the platform into the collapsing arms of Reno. Terry comes over to armpit lift Space Lord back to his feet. Knowing they have a job to finish to retain their titles and stay co-Kings of the WGWF Universe.
CJJ: Iconoclast has survived so far, but SEX wears you right out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Are you still in those Anonymous classes?
Iconoclast regroups as a massive showdown occurs tilting the platform with the two pairs heading directly for fatal impact! Terry sprints toward their opponents, at the last second, Marshall collapses to one knee, acting as a human springboard for Space Lord, who does the foot off the back routine to fly majestically through the air in a one-of-a-kind legendary moment in industry history. Space Lord's intense stare dissects Chaos, who turns his head to a hand shield as if unburdening his pupils from the holy grail's forbidden sight. Reno pushes Chaos down for his own protection, using his partner's backward momentum to do-si-do square dance spin and swing himself toward the soaring Space Lord! He gets a foot boost off the railing to match Lord's height! In midair the Lord of tag wrestling and the Radical of wrestling collide in opposing DragonBall JUSTICE-POSE postures!
PATRICK MATHEWS: AYUUUUKINNN! I didn't know they were DB-Z fans-
CJJ: WHO ISN'T A DRAGONBALL FAN??
Their forceful strikes meet at flight apex, propelling both men backward into their trailing partner's arms. Fans go wild under the platform, as that was one of the most beautiful things their quivering watery faces have ever witnessed. Chaos lowers the reeling Reno delicately to the walkway. Thunder Terry Marshall pledges allegiance to Space Lord, who is down where the pathways meet. Terry and Chaos both turn toward one another with fury in their eyes, both simultaneously motivated to avenge their other halves.
PATRICK MATHEWS: MAGIC BEING MADE TONIGHT AT LAST CHANCE!!
CJJ: (hiding his tears from Pat) Wh- what- what a gorgeous display of worlds colliding in metaphorical splendor, Pat.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well said… TERRY AND CHRIS ARE HEADED FOR ANOTHER!
Chaos snarls, Marshall rages, they lock up chest to chest, puffed out, pointing at what happened to each partner, and blaming the other man for getting in the way. Chris pushes Marshall's face, Terry shoves Chaos backward, each man getting shorter and shorter on patience… both men go for clotheslines high above the arena floor on the steel platform, but they hit at a corner of the walkway awkwardly, bracing each other's impact, and both falling over the ledge!!!
CJJ: MARSH AND CHAOS WENT OVER!!
The platform cameraman runs over, peering down to the table scrum below… but nothing is broken! Searching for a moment, the two men are finally located!
PATRICK MATHEWS: THERE THEY ARE!!
CJJ: Is that EVEN LEGAL HERE?
Terry and Chaos have fallen into the platform crane bucket! They exchange blows viciously in the belly of the giant yellow armed container at the end of the towering crane's neck.
CJJ: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
The crane begins to move! Chaos peaks over the bucket lid, Pedro the Panda waves at him from the crane cab! Chris implores Pedro to get them over the tables so he can dump Marshall out of the bucket. Pedro looks at the controls confused, he drops his piece of celery on the cab floor, bending to pick it up as priority numero uno! His belly hits the crane levers! The crane spins around with both men clinging to the sides of the bucket! Pedro is ejected from the cab by the inertia of the spin but catches his piece of celery in midair upon landing, chomping unbeknownst to the consequences of his actions. The crane continues to spin as Space Lord staggers to his feet on the platform.
PATRICK MATHEWS: THEY ARE NOT ELIMINATED!!!
He peers over looking for Terry, seeing the spinning crane not far below the lip of the walkway. Space Lord does a YOWZA hands on head meme! He commands the crane to stop with his Black Eye Galaxy authority. Gabe recovers from his majestic Space encounter. Catching up on the action, seeing Space Lord commanding a crane with Terry and Chris spinning inside the yellow bucket arm.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Chaos just puked into the audience… gross.
CJJ: Pedro tried to help and ended up with a reckless snack!
Reno tries to surprise Space Lord by interrupting his orders… but Space Lord hears his feet on the steel pathway! He side-steps, launching Reno over the railing! Gabe flips head over heels, landing on the top of the crane's cab! Space Lord shakes his frustrated star fist at the outcome. Reno smirks at him, crawling into the control seat, and stopping the spin… Marshall reaches up for Space Lord, looking pale, green, and awful. Chaos stumbles, unable to keep his bucket footing, falling on himself over and over. Space Lord steps over the railing, reaching down, grabbing his partner, helping him slowly climb back up in his disoriented state.
CJJ: Thunder looks sick. That crazy ass Panda should be DQed!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He isn't even in the match, and one of his partners was inside the bucket with Marshall?
Chaos finally gets his bearings, grabbing Terry's foot from inside the bucket before he can get all the way onto the platform railing. Space Lord pulls, Chris tugs, Terry twists in antagonizing dizzy pain. Reno lifts the bucket from control, accidentally snagging part of the platform… the collision causes Terry to slip back down towards the pulling Chris, and SPACE LORD TO FALL INTO THE BUCKET TOO!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: GREAT- now three men are in the crane bucket!
CJJ: And Reno of all people is at the wheel! NOOO! He is the one who let that Panda loose in WGWF! DAMNIT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He's kinda cute… in a weird Mexican costume kind of way…
Pedro lets a fan rub his belly, now in the audience to gather concessions. CJJ stares a hole through Mathews. Gabe adjusts the controls, disengaging from the platform… a support cable snaps in that corner! Weight from the entire platform shifts, snapping the other cable on that side! The FREE FALL scaffolding is now hanging sideways, dangling from the arena ceiling, striking the remaining table stacks that fall and break in the collapse. The crane arm pivots left, causing fans to gasp, with the bucket action directly overhead! Meanwhile Space Lord and Terry get to their feet… Chaos bashfully smiles in his corner of the bucket… knowing he is in deep space nine levels of shit now.
CJJ: TWO on ONE bucket FUN!
Gabe jostles the bucket back and forth on side toggle... Chris tries but succumbs to the brutality of the Champions. He fights to stay inside the bucket, his eyes peek over the back wall, looking at his partner... knowing what must be done. He nods at Reno to dump all three of them. Reno's tear ducts well-up, he looks down at his hand on the lever, not sure if he can do it... Chaos screams at Gabe to do it before Sports Entertainment Xpress can lift him over the edge. Reno clinches his eyelids shut. A single tear rolls down his nose, to his cheek, onto his jawline, dropping onto his lever hand. Chris screams to "DO IT." Reno's eyes open wide…
PATRICK MATHEWS: RENO WILL HAVE TO DUMP HIS OWN PARTNER TO POTENTIALLY WIN!
CJJ: No waaay! SEX has Chaos dead to RIGHTS!! They're lifting him up and over!
As Chaos hangs over the edge, the crane bucket suddenly shifts... turning over!! Chaos topples out, taking his opponent with him!! They fall a short distance right into another stack of tables, sending debris flying everywhere!! The crowd roars, having finally gotten to see what they've been waiting for! Reno steps out of the control booth, climbing up onto the top as he stares over at what he's caused, looking badly torn. He walks up further, onto the crane edge itself, trying to get a better glimpse of how his tag-team partner is doing.
CJJ: This one's over! We have new tag-team champions!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Then why hasn't the bell rang yet, C? Something's not right!
The camera pans to the debris area, where we can clearly see Chaos laying on his side, holding his ribs. Nearby, struggling to move in spite of the medics moving around him, is "Thunderous" Terry Marshall. He's in a great deal of pain, but still wants to continue, even though the medics are telling him it's over. However, there's no sign of Space Lord, as the crowd is quickly picking up on. Reno, having no idea that the contest isn't over, raises his arms in the air, believing that they've won the World Tag-Team Titles. In the meantime, though, a hand appears, followed by another, gripping onto the edge of the bucket.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It's not over!
CJJ: WATCH OUT RENO!!
Space Lord pulls himself out of the bucket, getting up on the boom of the crane, which thankfully isn't at too steep of an angle now. He starts downwards, seeing Reno, who has his back turned, still celebrating. Reno hears the crowd reaction change, and looks around, surprised, but it's too late, as Space Lord flies into him with a full spear, taking both down hard on the top of the crane cab!! Space Lord gets to his feet, fired up, and signals to the crowd that he's feeling it by bouncing up and down on his legs, ready to go! Reno pulls himself up, holding his side, but Space Lord is right there, hauling Reno up. He lifts Reno high into the air in a gorilla press... and Reno goes to the face, scraping at it, causing Space Lord to drop him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Reno takes the only way out from saving himself!
CJJ: But would a toss from here even count? We're not even on the platform anymore!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don't know, C, and I don't think the refs do either, as they're letting this one go!
Reno manages to take Space Lord down with a neckbreaker, stunning him on the top of the cab. He then gets up, looking around frantically for what to do. He yells out to the officials, demanding them to fix this, and a couple do, dragging a couple of tables over near the cab! Reno smiles, then grabs hold of Space Lord, wanting to go for Radicality!! He sets Space Lord in place, beginning to go for the flip... and Space Lord blocks it, lifting Reno into the air instead!! Reno fights, trying to pull himself free, but Space Lord still has him on a shoulder, twisting him around. The crowd shouts out, knowing what's coming, and some trying to stop it, but Space Lord is too far into the zone. He wants the Space Race off the top!! But as Space Lord moves forward, Reno shifts his weight, trying desperately to pull free. Both men fight each other and gravity, struggling at the edge of the cab, before suddenly, it shifts, caving in due to the amount of weight standing on top of it!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: LOOK OUT!!
As the cab roof suddenly begins to collapse, neither wrestler can keep their balance, falling over together as they crash into the tables!! The bell immediately rings, as the medics rush up to check on both men.
CJJ: Damn!! What does this mean?? Did the crane win the damn match??
PATRICK MATHEWS: Something tells me that crane is never being used again, so I doubt I'd call that a win!
CJJ: But who went through the tables first? We NEED THE REPLAYS!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: They're coming, hang on...
We finally switch over to a couple of replays from different angles. From one side, we see the two men hitting the two tables nearly identically, smashing through them. The second angle isn't any more clear.
CJJ: There! Space Lord goes through first!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I disagree, I think Reno's legs hit a second before...
CJJ: You're blind! Look, it's RIGHT HERE!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: YOU'RE SEEING WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE!!
The two announcers argue, shoving each other, as the wrestlers are helped up. Memphis Belle is there now, checking in with the discussion, finding out what's going on. She nods, listening to them, before turning to the cameras.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Ladies and gentlemen... the referees have ruled that this match... is a DRAW!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What?!?!
CJJ: NO!!!
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DECISION: DRAW
Match Time: 21:18
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The crowd seems torn by the decision, knowing they've just seen an incredible match, but wanting a conclusive ending. Memphis Belle continues.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Since championships cannot change hands on a Draw, still your Tag-Team Champions of the World, Sports Entertainment Xpress!!
The belts are brought down towards the recovering Marshall, who ignores them. Instead, Marshall steps forward, throwing a right hand at Chris Chaos!! The two men start to brawl, whether hurting or not, as the officials move in to try and separate them. Space Lord, struggling to get to his feet, sees what's happening and takes a step that way, but Gabe Reno nails him from behind with a piece of the table!! The two teams, despite having taking hard plunges, continue to brawl, as security moves in to break them up.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What an ending! This one's going to be controversial!
CJJ: I still disagree with the decision. Space Lord's hair hit the table first!
PATRICK MATHEWS: His hair?? Don't make me slap you, CJJ!
We're close to violence in the announce booth as well, as we cut to a quick break to help everyone recover (and clean up a lot of debris).
After the commercial break, we find ourselves backstage, where one of the on-staff reporters is hurrying up to the General Manager of Smash, Jonathan Barrows.
REPORTER: Excuse me, Mr. Barrows! Mr. Barrows!!
Reluctantly, Barrows turns his way, putting on a producer-style smile.
JONATHAN BARROWS: I hear you, son. I’m awfully busy at the moment, as we’ve got a show going on, in case you’ve forgotten…
REPORTER: I’m sorry, Mr. Barrows, but I wanted to get your first reaction to what just happened in the WGWF World Tag-Team Titles match!
JONATHAN BARROWS: Ahhh, that. Yes, a wild ending, wasn’t it? It just goes to show that you never know what you’re going to see when you’re watching a Smash event.
REPORTER: But what do you think of the referees’ decision to end the contest the way they did?
JONATHAN BARROWS: Well, I believe the rules DID state that if you went through a table, you were eliminated, did they not? As far as I could tell, the officials stuck to the letter of those rules.
REPORTER: And what do you think about what happened earlier tonight, with Joe Montuori and Sonya Benson? And with what happened to Chris Page?
Barrows stops for a moment, composing his answer, before turning back to the reporter.
JONATHAN BARROWS: As a general manager, all I can do is adhere to what higher management decides. If you’ll recall, it was Mr. Page who signed Ms. Benson to be the special guest referee to that contest. As far as I’m concerned, Ms. Benson did her job, as no holds were barred and the 1-2-3 occurred.
REPORTER: So you’re CONDONING what happened?
JONATHAN BARROWS: I’m simply saying that… once again… the rules were followed. If you’ll excuse me, I really do need to get going. We have a new X-Division Champion to be crowned, after all!
Barrows excuses himself, heading through a doorway and making sure to shut the door in the reporter’s face. The reporter seems pleased, though, having gotten some interesting soundbites, as he walks off down the hall. We head back to ringside.
Much of the wreckage from the last match has been removed, as the best work crews in wrestling have quickly gotten up the pillars for the Ultimate X match. The ropes are now hung up between, getting fully secured, as the new WGWF X-Division Championship is now hanging above the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next contest is the Ultimate X match to crown the first-ever WGWF X-Division Champion!
We get a nice pop from the crowd, although they’re still recovering from the previous contest.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, introducing the final competitors…”VENOM” XAVIER LUX!
The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of 'The Infection' by Disturbed. After the intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance and as the lyrics of the song begin, Xavier Lux steps out from behind the smoke left by the pyro. He looks still fatigued and battered from the war earlier, but he’s still got plenty of confidence as he makes his way to the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: “THE BASTARD” COREY BULL!!
The guitar riffs of “Hail to the King” tear through the arena and the roof absolutely blows off the place. The lights dim, and then the stage lights, white and red, start to move with the beat of the drum. As the drums play together and the music starts to flow, the lights stop beating and stay on as a large figure appears. The figure is draped in a leather duster with a hood over his head. He steps to the ramp leading to the ring and flips the hood off his head as the chorus says, “Hail to the King.” Corey Bull limps down the aisle, clearly not at 100 percent, but damn determined to continue competing here tonight.
MEMPHIS BELLE: “Representing The Fortunate Ones, CLYDE NEWTON!!
”Look In My Eyes” hits on the sound system, as Clyde Newton pulls the black curtain aside and steps out onto the top of the stage. He doesn’t do his signature dance, as he’s too determined to win tonight to risk wasting any more energy. Newton stomps to the ring, following under the bottom rope, and makes himself at home in one of the corners.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And finally, “THE UNTAMED DEMON” DAMAGE!!
Before the Tron plays the Lights in the arena goes pitch black, The Tron play showing 3 little girls playing and looks at the camera and say, "He is Here" and then slowly fades to black. A man's voice say" Run" followed by “Untamed” by Jacob Lizotte hits the PA system and The Damage's video plays on the Tron. The lights in the arena flicker in rhythm to the beats. As the themes builds more Damage comes out from behind the curtains and stops at the arena as the crowd goes crazy. He then begins making his way towards the ring, nursing a sore arm from the cage collision earlier.
PATRICK MATHEWS: So here we are, after numerous qualifying matches, after an epic Christmasville Chaos match, after the devastating Steel Asylum match earlier tonight, we’re finally ready to crown the first X-Division Champion!
CJJ: And we’re going to claim it right now! Go, Clyde, go!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What the…
As Damage is still making his way to the ring, Newton has already jumped up onto the turnbuckle and climbed onto the rope, beginning to make his way quickly across towards the championship!! The bell hasn’t rung, but if it rings with the belt already in Newton’s possession, it’ll be hard to dispute. But Newton’s not fast enough, as Corey Bull suddenly comes forward with a leaping punch, knocking Newton straight off the rope! Newton crashes hard, with Bull kicking at him a few times, pissed that Newton would try such a trick. But the crowd is still going wild, catching Bull’s attention, as he looks back to see Lux now scaling the rope, using both his arms and legs, staying above the fray as he quickly goes for the gold!
Damage, seeing everything that’s going on, is hurrying now despite the pain, trying to get there in time. Lux is putting everything he can into this scale, though, reaching out towards the gold… and Bull does the only thing he can, picking up a stunned Newton and launching him upwards in the air, sending Newton straight into Lux!!! The two men fall backwards together, crashing hard to the mat, as Bull stands over them, letting out a fierce yell! He grabs both Newton and Lux, dragging them up, before slamming the two men together headfirst, sending both reeling! Bull then turns, locking eyes with Damage as he comes into the ring. The two men don’t waste any time getting reacquainted, throwing haymakers at each other!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Both Newton and Lux tried to sneak away with this one early, but Bull stopped them both single handedly!
CJJ: I think Newton deserves some credit for the second one…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Because he was used as a lawn dart? Maybe. Is this match even official yet?
CJJ: Oh, there’s the bell, Patrick! Ask and you shall be answered!
The bell is indeed ringing as Bull and Damage are going at it, with Damage managing to get the upper hand with an uppercut that knocks Bull back into the corner. Damage follows it up with multiple knee lifts, keeping Bull pinned as he works him over. He then turns and looks up at the championship, judging how he’s going to make it there, but this distraction allows Bull to recover, grabbing Damage and spinning him into the corner. He starts delivering shoulder shots to the gut, trying to drive the wind out of Damage. Bull then steps back out of the corner, ready to rush at Damage with an avalanche, but suddenly both Lux & Newton are there, grabbing a surprised Bull by the arms and propelling him forward off-balance into Damage!
As Bull comes back out, turning towards his foes, Lux and Newton stay a team, launching into a double superkick that knocks the spit from Bull’s mouth!! He staggers for a second, before falling forward to the canvas, stunned! Damage, meanwhile, tries to pull himself up after the hit, going towards them, but Lux and Newton land another double-kick that sends Damage back into a seated position in the corner. Lux smirks at Newton, who nods, then turns… and then tries to spin into a side kick, only for Lux to leap over it, as he’s coming at Newton with a picture perfect dropkick, a variation of The Toxin, knocking Newton backwards and over Bull’s fallen body! Lux gets to his feet, shaking his finger at Newton, before heading to the corner.
PATRICK MATHEWS: No partnerships last long when gold is on the line!
CJJ: Damn it, Lux! Why’d you turn on Newton like that??
PATRICK MATHEWS: Newton was trying to hit Lux first!
CJJ: Lies! All lies!
Lux is again wasting no time, pulling himself upwards to start making the transition towards where the title belt is hanging. He begins shimmying along the line, but now Damage is up again, clawing at the rope that Lux is on. He starts shaking it, bouncing it up and down, as Lux tries desperately to hang on. But the bounce is too much, with first Lux’s legs coming free, and then his arms, dropping him back to the mat. He lands on his feet, turning and going at Damage with a leap, but Damage just catches him and slams him down, hard! Damage then steps over Lux and twists him around, locking in the Rings of the Demon!!! The submission hold has Lux in a bad way, yelling out, although even if he did choose to submit, it wouldn’t matter.
Meanwhile, Bull has pulled himself back up, rubbing his sore jaw from the kicks he took. He sees Newton staggering towards the ropes and moves over that way, grabbing hold of him from behind around the neck! But Newton instinctively kicks backwards, landing a low blow that buckles Bull over!! Newton turns, immediately taking advantage of the situation by grabbing Bull by the head… and landing the Fetal Ending!!! The stunner lands perfectly, with Bull toppling to the side, out of it! Newton then pulls himself back up and starts climbing the turnbuckle, determined to make his way to the championship!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull could be done in this one! What a cheap move from Newton!
CJJ: There are no rules, Patrick! Which is why The Fortunate Ones are adding another belt here tonight!
Newton is reaching for the highest rope when he’s suddenly grabbed from behind, as Damage saw what was happening and released his submission hold. Newton tries to kick him away, but Damage hangs onto his leg, pulling Newton down from the top… and rolling him into the Dark Waters submission hold!!! Newton is shouting out, trying to find a way to get free from the hold, as Damage cranks away, wanting to take away all of his opponents’ mobility. As Newton clutches at his head, having nowhere to go, Damage pushes harder, as if trying to take home a souvenir. But Damage then gets smashed himself, as Lux comes flying in with a springboard frog splash elbow drop onto him!!!
Lux drags himself up, still hurting from the Rings of the Demon, as he pulls up Newton… who then drops with a jawbreaker, sending Lux reeling! Newton then gets up, staggering to the ropes, looking over at Lux and wanting to put him away. He runs straight at Lux, going for Brooklyn’s Finest… and Lux catches his head upon impact, using Newton’s own momentum to turn the spear into a modified DDT!! Newton is down, but so is Lux, rolling in agony due to the impact he just took to the gut from the spear. Damage is off to the side, trying gamely to rise, while Bull has rolled out of the ring, out of sight for the moment.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What happens if NOBODY is able to make the climb, CJJ? Does this match just never end?
CJJ: Can I go in there and grab the belt?
PATRICK MATHEWS: What?? You can’t be champion!!
CJJ: No, of course not, but I can hand it to Newton…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sit your butt down before you get yourself fired!
Lux is fighting his way up now, holding his side, as he looks towards the corner to his right. But before Lux can move far, Damage comes rushing in at him, nailing Lux with the Road Kill (running big boot)!!!! Lux does a flip, landing hard on the mat, as Damage manages to come to a stop before his momentum takes him over the ropes. He looks around, seeing that nobody is standing, and immediately heads towards the turnbuckle, climbing up and looking at the structure. He gets himself higher up, with his massive frame, and starts working his way, hand over hand, towards the championship. Newton is stirring, but unable to get up yet, as Damage gets closer to the X-Division Title. He reaches up, trying to unsecure it.
But Damage’s attention is then taken as Corey Bull is suddenly back, grabbing at his legs!! Damage tries to kick Bull away, pushing him with both legs. Bull staggers back, as Damage tries to use the moment to yank the title free. But it’s still buckled, unable to be removed. Bull then comes right back, grabbing hold of Damage’s legs again. He tries to kick him off for a second time, but this time Bull positions himself underneath Damage, grabbing hold of his pants on either side and lifting him up! Damage, suddenly in trouble, tries to hang on, but he can’t manage to maintain his grip, as Bull pulls him forward… and then gives Damage a Last Ride powerbomb!!!! The crowd is on its feet, chanting “Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!” as both men are down again.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I can’t believe what I just saw!! The 328-lb Damage has never been thrown down like that before!!
CJJ: What I can’t believe is that the ring is still standing! That impact should have destroyed it for sure! Hey, you have to give props to the ring crew, when they put these rings together, they make them last!
Newton is grabbing hold of the ropes now, pulling himself up with wide eyes. Even he looks stunned from what just happened. As Bull starts to struggle to his feet, though,Newton’s eyes narrow. He lines it up, waiting for Bull to turn around… and charges right into him with Brooklyn’s Finest!! Bull lays out, stung, as Newton pushes off of him, getting up and glaring down at the man. He yells for him to stay down this time, and then kicks him away. He then stumbles over to the turnbuckle, climbing up, and grabbing hold of the Ultimate X rope. He starts scaling across, hand over hand, getting closer and closer to the gold. But across from him, Xavier Lux has managed to get up on the apron. He sees what’s happening, and does the only thing available to him: he springboards himself over the ropes and flies at Newton, clocking him with a phenomenal forearm!! The momentum spins Newton upside-down as he falls, crashing to the mat!!
The crowd is pumped now, loving all the insane action, as Lux struggles to get up. He sees Damage crawling to the side, trying to get his bearings back, and runs his way. Lux bounces right off of Damage’s back, knocking him down, as he springs up onto the turnbuckle!! It’s a unique mode of transportation, but it works, as Lux grabs hold of the X rope and begins to scale across. Everyone else is down, unable to stop him as Lux gets right up near the X-Division Title. He works on it, working to take it off its secure hold, as the crowd begins to react, reaching a dull roar. But it’s not for Lux. Underneath him, a woman comes sliding into the ring with a ladder. She quickly brings it up, launching it upwards and hitting Lux in the side, sending him spiraling off the top and down to the ring!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damn it! She couldn’t stay away!!
CJJ: The Fortunate Ones stick together, Patrick! And Amber Mansley wants that title to come home with them!
As the crowd boos heavily, Mansley looks down at Lux, shaking her head, before getting the ladder and setting it back up underneath the championship. She then turns, hurrying over to Newton and getting him up. She tells him to get climbing, which is a major breath of Ultimate X etiquette. But Newton doesn’t seem to mind, as he heads for the ladder, climbing upwards. Mansley laughs, seeing that this one is now going to be over. Her laughter changes, though, as she turns right into Damage, who grabs her right around the throat!!! Mansley struggles against the big man’s grip, but Damage just throws her backwards… into the ladder!! It topples over to the side, taking Newton with it!! He crashes to the outside, to the cheers of the crowd.
Damage grabs hold of Mansley again, furious that she’s there. But before he can lift her in the air, Mansley knees him right in the groin!! Damage bends over, with Mansley immediately hitting the ropes and running back to nail him with the Slay Boo!! Damage goes down, as Mansley dusts herself off, annoyed at having to get her hands dirty. She turns back, grabbing at the ladder, setting it up. Bull is trying to struggle to his feet, but Mansley folds the ladder and smashes it down on his back, knocking him down again. Mansley then turns and swings the ladder right into a recovering Lux, taking him down as well! She then sets the ladder up, as the crowd continues to boo this turn of events.
CJJ: Amber Mansley’s going to win this match!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: She CAN’T win it, she didn’t make it out of the cage!!
CJJ: Yes she did! How else could she be here now? Use your common sense, Patrick!
PATRICK MATHEWS: …I hate you sometimes.
CJJ: All that matters is that she’s going to get that championship!
PATRICK MATHEWS: … That depends if someone else doesn’t have something to say about it!
CJJ: Huh?
Mansley is making her way up the ladder now, confident that she’ll be able to easily snatch the X-Division Title for The Fortunate Ones. The fans are cheering now, though, as another wrestler comes racing down the aisle, sliding into the ring. He makes it up the other side of the ladder in just a few bounds, getting to the top and facing a startled Mansley. Samuel Chatman glares at her, snapping about how she should have left well enough alone. She tries swinging at him, but Chatman blocks it, then bangs Mansley’s head into the ladder, stunning her. Chatman then leaps over her, grabbing her on the way down… and hitting the Wolfsbane!!! The place goes wild, as Mansley looks to be down and out. Chatman, rolls to his side, having landed hard himself, but he still has enough to sit himself on the ropes, looking out at the carnage.
CJJ: HE CAN’T BE OUT HERE!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Neither should Mansley!
CJJ: That’s not the same!! Amber is supporting her partner! But Chatman’s The Lone Wolf, what does he care what happened here??
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think Chatman decided that if Mansley kept him from the gold, he was going to do the same to her!
CJJ: Damn it!
Security has shown up, working to get Mansley out of the ring. Inside, Bull is clawing to his feet. He holds onto the ropes for balance, looking around, and it’s clear he’s been busted open above the eyebrow. He wipes his vision clear, noticing Chatman there for the first time. Chatman looks at him, shrugs, and then rolls out of the ring, his duty complete. He joins the security guards, who are working on containing Mansley. Seeing this, Bull turns and takes in the ladder in front of him, the easiest path to the championship. He starts to go up, making sure it’s set in place, as he reaches for the gold. But now Xavier Lux is there, climbing up next to Bull and jumping on his back!! Bull fights to get him off, as Lux reaches upwards, desperately clutching at the championship. He grabs hold of it… but now Damage is there on the other side, locking onto Lux’s hand, pulling it away!!
The three men fight up top, each struggling to get their hands on the belt, fighting away. Bull throws Lux off of him, sending him to the mat, then punches away at Damage, knocking him backwards as well. He reaches up… but Lux springs back up onto him, grabbing him from behind and yanking him off… right into the Antidote!!! Bull is down, as Lux writhes away, holding his knees from the impact. Damage, meanwhile, struggles to get himself back up the ladder, knowing that this is his best opportunity. He goes up, reaching with all his might, as a security guard comes into the ring and climbs the ladder… and takes Damage off the top with…
THE JKO!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: No!!!!
CJJ: Yeeeeesssss!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damn it, damn it, damn it!! I should have known JMont would be here!!!
With Damage down, JMont throws off the security guard hat and turns, laughing as Newton comes in. Newton doesn’t seem surprised in the least, as he stumbles over to the ladder. JMont gives him a boost, sending him quickly up the ladder. Lux struggles to his feet, seeing this, and tries to come in from the other side. But it’s too late, as the belt was already pretty loose from earlier, and it only takes Newton a second to yank it down, causing the bell to ring.
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WINNER: CLYDE NEWTON
Match Time: 23:47
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PATRICK MATHEWS: This is a travesty!!
CJJ: This is glorious!! Clyde Newton is our WGWF X-Division Champion!! What a match!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I can’t believe it ended this way…
CJJ: Believe it, Patrick! The Fortunate Ones rule over all!
PATRICK MATHEWS: There will be repercussions to this, mark my words!
JMont is already helping the wounded Newton from the ring, as he clutches at the X-Division Title. Lux is still on the ladder, leaning there, looking on with both frustration and maybe a touch of rueful acknowledgement of what The Fortunate Ones pulled off. Bull is on his feet again, refusing to be helped by medics, as he glares off at the guy who got away. Damage is still trying to recover from the JKO, frustrated at having come so close. We cut away.
MEMPHIS BELLE: It is now time for our main event of the evening! Are you ready?
The crowd roars, having been looking forward to this one all night long. But Memphis doesn’t seem convinced.
MEMPHIS BELLE: I said, ARE YOU READY??
The audience is even louder, as if amplified by all the viewers watching around the world.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Then let’s begin!! This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WGWF Smash Heavyweight Championship!! Introducing first, the challenger…
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’5” and weighing 265 lbs… fighting out of Jacksonville, Florida… he is a former WGWF World Tag-Team, WGWF Intercontinental, and WGWF World Heavyweight Champion… your #1 contender… JOHNATHAN “THE BEAST” CABLE!!
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cable makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Tonight could be the biggest contest of John Cable’s life, as he goes to war with Enigma for the Smash Championship!
CJJ: Cable’s been waiting for his chance, and tonight is it, because if Cable doesn’t come away with the belt tonight, who knows how long he’ll have to wait before he can try for it again? This could truly be his last chance…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, if I know John Cable, he’s just going to be motivated to put on the match of his career here tonight!
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, his opponent…
"Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus"
A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, the haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of the music. A hulking hooded figure appears from the gloom, slowly and methodically stalking towards the ring. His leather doomsday cloak is open over his massive chest, each step bringing him further into the light until "The Monster Machine" is revealed in full, complete with a ball python writhing around his neck. The Smash Championship is wrapped tightly around his waist.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’5” and weighing 275 lbs… fighting out of The Boiler Room… he is the reigning, defending, undisputed Smash Heavyweight Champion… “THE MONSTER MACHINE” ENIGMA!!
The dark and Gothic chanting continues, music swelling in volume as each pulse in the tempo and each measured step of the monster are in sync.
"Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita
Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita"
ENIGMA ascends the ring steps and subtly wipes his feet on the apron before stepping between the ropes. He immediately scales the turnbuckles, turning towards the crowd as he lets the hood fall, revealing his war paint and colorless eyes. Throwing his head back, he sprays a bloody mist into the air before letting out a snarl. When his head lowers, blood drips from his chin and down his heaving chest.
CJJ: What a glorious representative of The Fortunate Ones!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I won’t speak about that, but I will say that Enigma has been a fighting champion since he earned the title, defending it in the name of a fallen friend.
CJJ: He has been virtually unstoppable lately, Patrick, and I don’t see that changing tonight! Last Chance? Hah! Cable never HAD a chance!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ll see, CJJ, we’ll see…
As the music cuts off, Enigma and Cable walk towards each other, staring each other down in the center of the ring. The referee moves between them, looking a little nervous about being in such a position due to the intensity in the air. He does his job, though, raising up the Smash Championship between them, as the crowd roars its approval. Neither man moves as the title shines in the light in front of them, before being lowered back down. The referee moves to the side, handing off the belt, then looks back and signals for the bell to ring, as it’s time to get this main event started!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And here we go! Two ultimate gladiators fighting over the biggest prize of our brand! Who will leave here the Smash Heavyweight Champion?
CJJ: Oh, this is going to be good…
The two wrestlers are still staring each other down, much like they did on the last Smash during the tag-team match. It’s only increasing the energy in the air, as each takes another step closer, locking eyes once more. The crowd is split, chanting “Let’s Go Cable / ENIGMA!! Let’s Go Cable / ENIGMA!!” The wrestlers feel the energy, with Cable nodding slowly to Enigma, who returns the gesture. Cable then suddenly rears back, slugging Enigma with a right hand! Enigma only takes a step back, nodding again, before firing off his own right hand, staggering Cable. He seems to grin for a moment, before throwing a right hand, with Enigma returning with one of his own. The two men start pummeling each other, to the roar of the crowd, as the fight begins in earnest!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: These guys are throwing haymakers that would knock any normal man unconscious, but they’re just taking the hits!
CJJ: You or I would already be dreaming about daisies at this point, Patrick!
Enigma manages to land a heavy right hand that seems to send Cable stumbling backwards. But Cable uses the momentum, shoving off the ropes and charging back, tackling Enigma and knocking both men back into the ring corner! Cable then starts scoring multiple shots to the ribs and gut of Enigma, punching away like a prize fighter. Enigma weathers the assault, then grabs hold of Cable and spins him into the corner instead, landing a series of knees that double Cable over in pain. He grabs Cable and scoops him up onto a shoulder, turning to make his way out of the ring. But Cable drops off the back, landing behind Enigma. He shoves Enigma forward, into the ropes, then pulls him backwards into a rolling pin attempt! The referee, surprised, dives into range…
1!!
2!!
And Enigma kicks out! Both men get up, with Cable swinging for the fences against Enigma, only to have the champ duck under it. He then catches Cable from behind, lifting him into the air and getting a side slam, driving Cable into the canvas! Enigma then gets up, looking down at Cable for a second before going for a foot stomp. But Cable moves, rolling out of range. Enigma tries again, and then a third time, but Cable avoids the stomp every time, finally popping back to his feet. Enigma, annoyed, charges at him with a clothesline, but Cable ducks under it, catching Enigma by the head as he goes by and dropping with a neckbreaker! Enigma rolls away, even as Cable works to his feet, looking completely focused on the task at hand.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You can tell that Cable is all business tonight. He wants this championship, and he knows this could be his only opportunity to claim it!
CJJ: I’ll admit, he’s looking strong out of the gate, but Enigma’s stamina is second to none. You’ll see, the longer this one goes, the more it’ll favor the champion!
Cable has brought Enigma back up now, taking him over to the corner. He hammers Enigma’s forehead into the turnbuckle, trying to do as much damage as possible with the impacts. As Enigma looks out of it, Cable latches onto his arm, looking to shoot him hard into the far turnbuckle with an Irish whip. Enigma runs across the ring, spinning to hit the turnbuckle back first. As Cable runs towards him, wanting a splash, Enigma comes back out of the corner, catching Cable off-guard as he leaps forward, nailing Cable with The Culling (Big Boot)!!! Cable goes down hard, dazed, as Enigma turns and drops all his weight onto him, going for the pinfall victory…
1!!
2!!
And Cable is able to kick out in time! He sits up, but Enigma immediately locks Cable into a rear naked choke, squeezing his arms in order to cut off all oxygen from Cable’s lungs! The #1 contender fights against the hold, trying to get free, as the referee moves in, checking to see that it’s a legal submission. He doesn’t seem to be sure, but a match like this has plenty of leeway for the referee’s discretion, so he lets it slide. Meanwhile, Enigma and Cable are both starting to get up, with Cable struggling to free himself from the chokehold. He throws an elbow back, then a second, managing to knock Enigma loose. Cable then stumbles forward, before turning and charging… right into a discus elbow from Enigma, knocking him to the mat!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s not surprising to see that Enigma has come into this one at full power, wanting to retain this championship above all others!
CJJ: Hey, he chose to keep the Smash Title above the World Championship, that shows how much it means to him! There’s no way he lets a guy like Cable take it from him here tonight!
Enigma stands tall over Cable, looking down on the hurting wrestler, before dragging him up to his feet. He gets behind Cable, locking his wrists around Cable’s midsection to prepare for a belly-to-back suplex. But Cable reacts, using his extensive experience to break Enigma’s hold and reverse things, getting behind the champion in one swift movement and suplexing Enigma over instead! Enigma hits hard, rolling over to the ropes, as Cable takes a moment to recover. He doesn’t stay down long, though, hauling himself upwards and making his way over to where Enigma is raising up. As soon as Enigma gets up, Cable’s behind him once again, yanking Enigma off the ropes and landing another belly-to-back suplex, this time releasing it so Enigma takes flight!
With Enigma down, stunned, Cable pulls himself up and hangs onto the nearby ropes, feeling a surge of energy coming to him from the crowd. He walks over and grabs Enigma on his way back up, picking up the champion and lifting him up, incredibly, into a gorilla press! The crowd cheers as Cable keeps him up there for a few seconds, before twisting and turning it into a press spinebuster slam, crashing Enigma into the canvas in one violent maneuver!! Cable then goes for the cover, with the referee right there for the count…
1!!
2!!
TH-But Enigma pushes himself off the mat, keeping this one alive!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What a display of power from The Beast!
CJJ: So what? The guy’s wasting energy, which isn’t smart to do at his age. He’s going to wish he had that power back later on in this contest, when Enigma’s whooping him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t know, CJJ, right now, Cable looks like he’s running at 100 percent!
Cable is back up now, dragging Enigma towards the center of the ring. Before the champ can get free, Cable twists his legs around, applying a cloverleaf leg lock! Enigma’s fighting, trying to use his powerful legs to get free, but Cable is keeping the pressure on, determined to wear the champion down. The referee slips around, checking, but Enigma shows zero signs of submission. He is fighting now, pushing his arms up with all his might to reduce the pressure on the hold. Cable tries to fight it, working to keep Enigma in the center of the ring, but Enigma’s legs finally prove too much, managing to shove Cable off of him, breaking the hold. Annoyed, Cable grabs for the legs again, wanting to reapply the hold, but Enigma kicks at him once, twice, and thrice, finally knocking him back.
Enigma pushes back to his feet, as Cable shakes his head clear from the kicks. He rushes back at Enigma, who catches him with a uppercut, staggering him. But Cable recovers and comes back again, landing a headbutt that seems to stun both men. Cable pulls it together first, clearing the cobwebs as he comes back against Enigma, getting him against the ropes with a couple of right hands. Cable then rears back for another shot, but Enigma blocks it. He then wraps Cable up, getting him around the chest, before lifting the surprised man up… and giving him a German suplex that sends Cable over the ropes and to the floor!! The crowd splits, half gasping and half cheering as Cable disappears from view, while Enigma hangs an arm on the top rope, looking down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable just took a horrendous fall courtesy of the champion!
CJJ: Not many men could toss a guy Cable’s size, but Enigma’s power knows no bounds! This one might be over now! Just let him get counted out, Enigma, and his last chance is over!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That doesn’t fit Enigma’s MO, CJJ…
As the referee is counting away, Enigma is already out on the apron. He takes the stairs down, maneuvering around to where Cable is trying to recover from the crash landing he just took. Enigma gives him a hand up, but it’s only to launch Cable into the side of the railing, right in front of the fans. Enigma follows after him, asking if Cable sees before banging his head into the railing, sending him slumping to the floor. Enigma then turns, going back to the ring and rolling in just long enough to break the count, before coming back out. He goes back to Cable, smashing him with a double axehandle blow across the back of the neck, knocking Cable to the ground.
Enigma then leans over him, scowling, before dragging Cable back up to his feet. Cable struggles to get free, trying to find a few seconds of freedom, but it’s not meant to be. Enigma already has him locked in, lifting Cable into the air… and hitting the Hellbound (Pumphandle Slam) on the outside!!! While the outside mat takes a portion of the blow, Cable obviously has been knocked senseless, laying there, as Enigma pulls himself back up, making his way slowly back to the ring. He rolls inside, getting up and watching as the referee works his way upwards towards a 10 count.
CJJ: I love this! Cable’s opportunity is going to end because he can’t even answer the bell! Genius!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t know if that’s what Enigma is going for. He looks like he’s studying Cable, as if wanting him to get back in the ring.
CJJ: Why would he want that, when the win is right here in front of him?
The Smash Champion is still watching closely as the referee reaches 6 on his count, raising up the second hand. Outside, we see Cable stirring, as if trying to figure out where he’s at. The referee shouts 7, as the crowd desperately pushes for Cable to get back into the ring. Cable sits up, clearing the cobwebs from his brain, and starts to get to his feet. The referee yells out 8, with Cable looking over that way, taking a step forward before falling to a knee. Enigma is still watching closely, waiting, as the referee hesitates, before calling out 9. Cable, hearing it, summons a last bit of adrenaline, shoving himself back up and diving forward, sliding into the ring before the referee can complete the count!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He made it!
CJJ: Yeah, and he’s going to regret that decision right about now…
As Cable tries to sit up, Enigma is there, hauling him to his feet. In full control, Enigma locks Cable into position, then takes him over with a T-Bone suplex, throwing him across the ring! The effort nearly causes Enigma to go down as well, but he recovers, making his way over to the downed Cable. He pulls him up again, saying something to the challenger, before locking him in a second time, and landing a SECOND T-Bone suplex!! The crowd is in awe at this display of power, even as Enigma goes back over to Cable, who’s still gamely trying to get up. This leads to Enigma hitting a THIRD T-Bone, sending Cable crashing down, before Enigma staggers over and makes the cover, holding him down.
1!!
2!!
THR-No, Cable kicks out! Enigma stares down at him, wondering how much punishment this man is willing to take to stay alive in this one. He hauls Cable up once more, with Cable almost immediately slumping down to a knee, as the wind has been fully knocked out of him. Enigma shakes his head, grabbing Cable by the mask, and pulls him up again, looking him dead in the eyes. Cable stares defiantly back, so Enigma locks him up again, this time landing an exploder suplex!! With Cable laying on the mat, Enigma gets on top again, working to keep his shoulders on the mat.
1!!
2!!
THR-NO! The kickouts continue!
PATRICK MATHEWS: John Cable refuses to stay down!
CJJ: What is WRONG with this man? Doesn’t he know when he’s beaten?
PATRICK MATHEWS: The Beast never stops fighting, CJJ!
CJJ: Well then the Beast is going to get put down!!
Enigma gets to his feet, breathing heavily from the exertion, but still looking a little surprised that Cable is still refusing to stay down. He grabs at the masked man, hauling him up, and looks him in the eyes, but Cable still refuses to look away. Enigma, riled up, lifts Cable up into a bear hug, swinging him back and forth, trying to crack his spine! The referee moves in, but Cable refuses to give up, basically shouting that he’ll never quit!! Enigma, hearing this, throws Cable down hard out of the bear hug, leaving him laying on the mat, as Enigma rubs at his scalp. He seems to decide that enough is enough.
With Cable struggling to sit up, still wanting to go, Enigma steps around him, dragging the wounded warrior to his feet. He signals for the end, wanting the Face Eraser! Cable doesn’t seem to have any defense, as Enigma gets him into position, wrapping the man’s arm around his head like preparing him for an atomic drop. He lifts Cable up, no, Cable somehow reverses out right at the top of the lift, managing to fall behind Enigma! Before the champion can react, Cable picks him up into the air, before dropping Enigma with a fireman’s carry face first powerbomb!!! The crowd roars, even as the referee slips in for the count. But Cable drops onto his back, too out of it to be able to make a cover.
CJJ: Where did THAT come from??
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable just pulled that one out from his soul, denying the reaper his payment just yet!
CJJ: … It’s just a fluke, though, he won’t be able to come back… right?
The crowd is on its feet, willing these fighters to continue, as Enigma rolls himself over to the ropes, pulling himself up. He looks a little dazed, but shakes it off, coming back over to the still recovering Cable. He gets the man up, then rears back to swing, but no, Cable blocks it, then hits Enigma with a stiff right hand instead! Another Enigma swing, another block, another right! The Philadelphia fans are psyched as Cable starts to get his second wind, punching away at Enigma, driving him back to the ropes! He whips Enigma towards the other side, no, Enigma reverses, then lowers his head as Cable comes back… and Cable stops, catching Enigma’s head and landing an impactful DDT!! Cable then rolls him over, making the cover…
1!!
2!!
TH-And Enigma kicks out! Both men start to get up, with Cable drawing on reserves that he didn’t even know he had, landing a few more stiff hits to the champion. He then kicks the hurting Enigma in the gut, doubling him over, before locking him up. Cable looks around at the audience, now giving him their full support, before lifting Enigma up and landing an underhook piledriver!! The ring shakes from the impact, as Cable fights to get Enigma into position afterwards for the pin. The referee is right there…
1!!
2!!
THR-NO! Enigma gets the shoulder up in time!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t know where Cable is getting this from, but he’s taken all the momentum from the champion!
CJJ: This can’t be happening!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh, it is, CJJ, it definitely is!
Cable is back up, his muscles tensing like crazy as he prepares himself in the corner. Enigma, meanwhile, is trying to recover, pulling himself up, as Cable rushes at him, going for a clothesline. Enigma ducks under it, though, avoiding disaster. Cable spins, coming back at him, but Enigma catches him, spinning into a powerslam and ramming Cable hard into the canvas! The crowd feels the impact, cheering, as Enigma stays on top, making the cover…
1!!
2!!
THR-And Cable kicks free again! Enigma, trying to pull himself back together, works to get up, hauling Cable up with one arm. But Cable suddenly lifts Enigma into the air, going for The Darkest Hour!!! Enigma frantically shoves off, managing to fall back to the mat, as Cable turns around. Enigma spins into him with a backfist, no, Cable blocks it. He kicks Enigma in the gut, bending him over, and then grabs him, locking him up for the Waking Nightmare!!! No, Enigma shoves his legs with all he’s got, driving both men backwards… right into the referee, crushing him in between the wrestlers and the corner!!! The referee collapses, even as a distracted Cable gets tossed overhead by Enigma, doing a roll when hitting to save himself the worst of the damage. Cable pops up, charging at Enigma, who has the same idea… and BOTH GO DOWN from a double clothesline!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable’s down!! Enigma’s down!!
CJJ: And the referee is seeing more stars than the Hollywood Walk of Fame! That guy is toast, we need a new ref out here!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And here comes one… oh no…Oh No…
CJJ: OH YES!!!
The crowd, seeing the same thing the announcers are seeing, begins booing heavily… as Joe Montuori comes running out from the backstage area, heading for the ring! He’s carrying a steel chair with him along with a sick smile, excited at the opportunity that’s been presented to him. He slides into the ring, noting that the referee is still unconscious, before turning towards John Cable. The wrestler rolls onto his stomach and begins to push up, trying to recover, having no clue that JMont is now in the ring. The leader of the Fortunate Ones grins, smacking the steel chair on the mat, and then positions himself. He comes forward, rearing back with a mighty swing…
And Enigma grabs the chair from behind, yanking it away!!! The Wells Fargo Center explodes!!
CJJ: What on EARTH is Enigma doing??
PATRICK MATHEWS: He doesn’t want JMont to interfere!!
CJJ: Why the hell not?? One shot from that chair, even if a ref sees it, and Enigma keeps his belt!! LET HIM DO IT, ENIGMA!!
JMont looks completely flummoxed, gesturing towards the chair, wanting it back. But Enigma just shakes his head no, then tosses the chair to the side, sending it sliding out of the ring! JMont, stunned, gets in Enigma’s face, demanding to know why he did that. He points out that he’s there for him, as the leader of The Fortunate Ones, and they need to do this now! JMont then turns towards Cable… and Enigma grabs him from behind, turning JMont around and throwing him over the top rope!!! JMont tumbles onto the apron, managing to land on his feet, although he still took a bump. He looks back, his eyes wide with fury as he yells at Enigma, who just glares back at him.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Enigma just threw out Joe Montuori!!
CJJ: Why Enigma Why??
Enraged, JMont starts to climb back up onto the apron, when a series of hands grab him from behind. He gets tugged down, as members of the security force are now there, subduing him!! JMont fights against them, demanding to be let go, but the Philadelphia security guards are not to be trifled with. They drag him backwards, away from the match, as Enigma watches him go.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Does this mean that Enigma is out of the Fortunate Ones?
CJJ: I just don’t understand…
As JMont is taken towards the backstage area, Enigma shakes his head, and then walks over to where Cable is still working to pull himself up. He pulls at Cable, dragging him up by one arm… and Cable, having no idea what just transpired, suddenly lifts Enigma up in the air, spinning him around to hit The Darkest Hour!!! The crowd erupts with a mixed reaction, knowing what just happened, but Cable barely seems to be able to focus, as he crawls over to Enigma, making the cover for one… two… three… four… five…
But the referee is still down, so this match continues!
CJJ: What a ruthless move from The Beast!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He didn’t see JMont, CJJ! He was just continuing the match, wrestling on instinct!
CJJ: A likely story, you think this guy, known for ambushing people, wouldn’t take advantage of the situation??
Slowly, Cable raises his head, realizing that the referee isn’t going to be making the count anytime soon. He pulls himself up, on shaky legs, stumbling over to him, shaking the man to try and rouse him. But the referee just slumps to the side, completely motionless. Disappointed, Cable limps back over to Enigma, pulling his competition up. He gets Enigma to his feet… and Enigma lashes out, grabbing Cable by the throat and lifting him up to deliver the Questions & Answers chokebomb!!! The crowd reacts again, losing it, as Enigma stays in position for the cover, with the seconds ticking by. The main ref is still motionless… but a second referee is FINALLY running in from the back! It’s a long run, but he sets a speed record charging down the aisle. He slides full-speed into the ring, slapping the mat…
1!!
2!!
THREE-NOOOOO!!!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh My God!!! Cable kicked out!!!
CJJ: I thought that was it for sure, but the ref took too long to get there!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: At least we finally have a replacement, someone get Jeffries out of there!
Medical staff arrive on the side, working to get the ref out of the ring, as the second one circles around warily, watching as Enigma struggles to his feet. Cable is on his knees, breathing heavily. Enigma stares at him, before walking over to the man, grabbing at him. Cable, though, throws a left hand to the gut, followed by a right, and then another left, knocking Enigma back. Cable somehow fights to his feet, shaking with adrenaline and fatigue, hitting Enigma again and again, trying to draw everything he’s got left. But a final punch is caught, with Enigma spinning Cable around and locking the arm around his own throat, basically choking Cable with his own arm! He pulls back, as Cable struggles, trying to break free from the hold, as the champ tries to lock it in tighter… and Cable gets his feet up, pushing off of the startled referee and causing both men to fall backwards, breaking the hold!
The referee, having been knocked into the ropes, looks upset, but he doesn’t make any calls, knowing how important this match is. Cable, meanwhile, has rolled off of Enigma, landing on his stomach as he takes in a few big gulps of air. Enigma pulls himself together and sits up, getting to his feet, as Cable pushes up as well. The champ locks onto him from behind, wanting to get Cable into position, but Cable answers with a knee to the gut… followed by locking up Enigma and dropping with the Waking Nightmare!!!! The crowd pops huge as Cable slumps to the side, exhausted. He nods his head, feeling the energy from the crowd, as he crawls himself over and works to push Enigma onto his back, getting his shoulders on the mat for the final pin…
1!!
2!!
THREE-NO!!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t believe it!!
CJJ: Cable took too long!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I thought we had a new champion for sure!
Looking devastated, Cable sits back, staring down at Enigma, who has turned onto his side thanks to his kickout. He looks at the referee again for confirmation, and then slowly takes a deep breath and pulls himself up. He gets to his feet, grabbing at the champion and hauling him up with him. He leans down, saying something to Enigma, before then working to get him up on his shoulders for The Darkest Hour!! But Enigma fights back with a couple of strikes to the head, breaking up the Torture Rack and falling back to his feet. Cable spins, desperately lashing out, but it goes over Enigma’s head, spinning Cable around and allowing Enigma to pick him up into the air and land the Face Eraser!!!! The crowd loses it, even as Enigma has to fight free of Cable before turning him over, working into pinfall position…
1!!
2!!
THREE-NO!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: How?? How do they keep kicking out??
CJJ: Enigma is a driven man, Patrick, but I don’t know how to explain Cable!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He knows this is it! He can’t allow it to end! I wouldn’t be surprised if his body is kicking out purely on instinct at this point!
The fans are losing it, wildly cheering, as Enigma slowly gets to his feet. He looks down at Cable, who is now trying to sit up, refusing to stay down. He wearily struggles to a knee, then almost falls over again, but his hand drops down, keeping him up. Cable then rises on wobbling legs, staggering, barely able to stay upright. He’s still ready, though, giving Enigma a weak motion to come on, wanting to keep fighting. Enigma seems to respect this, stepping forward and landing a stiff right hand that sends Cable back into the ropes. But Cable comes back, throwing his own right hand, staggering Enigma back. The two men keep throwing punches, with the crowd roaring, knowing that this is the final wave between two gladiators.
Enigma lands another hard hit, with Cable almost falling. He grabs at Enigma’s shoulder, trying to stabilize, trying to get the world to stop spinning. He then swings again, but this one misses, with Enigma moving his head to avoid it. Enigma then steps in, grabbing hold of Cable and scoop slamming him, driving him into the canvas! Cable sits up in agony, his back killing him. But he still refuses to stay down, struggling back to his feet, wanting more. Enigma is ready, though, stepping in and picking Cable up into the air, holding him aloft. Cable tries to pull free, but there’s nothing he can do, as Enigma lands…
DAMNATION!!
The impact shakes the ring, with Enigma ending up on top, hanging on tightly this time to keep Cable down. The referee does his job, sliding in…
1!!
2!!
THREE!!!!
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Match Time: 25:33
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What a match!!
CJJ: I gotta admit, I find myself having more respect for John Cable after that one. The guy just wouldn’t stay down!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He gave Enigma a war that no one will ever forget, but the champion still managed to retain. An incredible war to end the night!
CJJ: But I still don’t know what Enigma’s thinking about Joe Montuori! We’re going to need answers to that!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And I’m sure we’ll get them. For right now, though, we’ve had an intense night, and we’re all in the need for some rest! We’ll see you all on the next Monday Night Smash!
CJJ: Whew, damn, do I need a drink!!
Enigma holds up the Smash Championship high in the air, having done the belt of his lost friend justice tonight. He leaves the ring, as Cable sits up, looking frustrated at how things ended. The referee tries to help him up, but Cable pushes him away, falling towards the ropes. He struggles to get up, as the crowd begins to chant his name, cheering on the warrior. Cable looks around at the sold-out audience in the Wells Fargo Arena, and the massive reception they’re giving him, as he seems to nod their way. The cheering goes on, as we see Enigma halfway up the ramp, looking back, his prize securely tucked to his shoulder. He stares towards the ring, where Cable stares back, as the picture slowly fades out.
This business… can be exhilarating.
With the boxing tape fully secured, we see the hands flex for a moment before moving forward. They go inside of the locker, moving around for a second before pulling out a pair of old wrestling boots, which are dropped to the floor. We get a slow-motion dust cloud from them landing, showing they have been well used over the years.
You can be taken to tremendous highs… or momentous lows. You can drink the sweet taste of victory… or you can feel the agonizing wave of defeat. But all throughout, as the battles go on, what truly matters is the next… opportunity.
The shoes are laced up tightly, making sure they’re fully secured. The hands then reach back into the locker, moving around for a second or two before pulling out… a mask. The mask is turned to look towards the camera, as if being studied, before it’s turned around again as it’s pulled on. The camera then switches to the side, showing us the now-masked face… of Johnathan “The Beast” Cable. He gets to his feet, slamming the locker door shut as he walks away.
It all begins with your first chance. Your opening set of circumstances that can set you up for life in this business… or end it all before it’s even begun. After that, you build from it, you work for it, and you hope for another opportunity to follow. But after that first one, you never really know when your next chance… is your last.
The camera shows Cable walking forward, stopping as he raises his fists up. Ahead of him, we suddenly see the WGWF Smash Heavyweight Champion, Enigma, standing in his way. Cable immediately steps forward, throwing a haymaker… which rattles the punching bag from the force just launched into it. Cable lands a few more punches, crashing them against the bag, ducking and weaving as he throws some more.
There are some tonight who are getting to that first chance, and are hoping to make the most of it.
As Cable continues to work the bag, we see flashes of various wrestlers, including Gideon King and John Blade, appearing on the wall next to him. Opposing them, we see Ragnarok and Maxwell Mason Stone, ready to stop them from proceeding further.
Others are desperately seeking that next opportunity, knowing that gold could very well be within their grasp.
Cable lands a destructive hook to the body of the bag, knocking it backwards, as behind him, we see the six wrestlers of the X Division Showdown pop up, each looking at each other with scorn and fury in their eyes.
Some view opportunity in the destruction of their enemies…
Another heavy punch rocks the bag. We see Chris Page and Joe Montuori face-to-face, with Page wishing that he could kill JMont with just a single look.
… While still others see their next opportunity… with the potential for a downward spiral, heading towards the end of things as we know it.
As Cable launches another one-two combination, we see two silhouettes high up on the wall, barely visible. You can make out Iconoclast attacking Sports Entertainment Xpress, with the two teams fighting to avoid a long, dangerous fall…
Yes, there are all sorts of opportunities left in the world out there. All sorts of chances to gain success if you’re brave enough to fight for it.
Cable starts striking the bag harder and harder, as we see more flashes of Enigma in action, Enigma standing in his way. The final hit sends the bag off of its secure point, dropping it hard to the ground, as Cable turns towards the camera.
But for me? The only opportunity that matters… is the one that remains right in front of me.[
With that, Cable pounds his fists together, looking intensely at the camera, before walking past it, heading towards his destiny. The video screen abruptly cracks…
And shatters, bringing us to the Wells Fargo Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The Philly fans are on their feet in a sold-out arena, cheering wildly as the fireworks begin, welcoming us to WGWF Smash’s Last Chance!! As the explosions clear away, leaving a cloud of smoke drifting towards the ceiling, the cameras shift along the wildly chanting fans before arriving at the announce table, where Patrick Matthews and CJJ are both anxiously awaiting the start of the show.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hello, everyone, and welcome to Philadelphia, The City of Brotherly Love!!
CJJ: I can’t say I’m feeling the love right now! It feels more like bloodlust, as this crowd is ready for war!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re here for what is guaranteed to be one of the biggest shows of the year, as WGWF Monday Night Smash Presents: Last Chance!! And that’s indeed what’s in store for tonight, as Johnathan Cable gets his one and only opportunity to dethrone the Smash Heavyweight Champion, Enigma!
CJJ: One chance or a million of them, he’d never do it! No one’s taking down The Fortunate Ones tonight!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s sure to be an epic war between these two intense athletes, and that’s just one of NINE scheduled matches on the show! We’re kicking things off with a match that could headline anywhere else, as “Chronic” Chris Page goes to war in a No Holds Barred match with his hated rival, Joe Montuori!
CJJ: And JMont is going to shut Page up once and for all!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Or Page is going to finally silence the mouth of the Most Hated Man in the WGWF!
CJJ: Not a chance in hell!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ve also got history being made tonight, as six wrestlers will compete in two tiers of matches to determine who gets crowned the first-ever WGWF X-Division Champion!
CJJ: Again, a no-brainer, as a Fortunate One will be walking away with it!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But which one? Both Clyde Newton and Amber Mansley are wanting that belt! Will greed tear the Fortunate Ones apart?
CJJ: Nah, they’ll find a way to decide it, I’m sure!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, if they don’t, then Corey Bull, Samuel Chatman, Xavier Lux, and Damage will all be seeking their own fortune here tonight!
CJJ: Lux is a good guy, I’d support him, but I’m sure he’ll do what’s right for The Fortunate Ones.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Add onto that the debut of Maxwell Mason Stone, the feud between Edward Grado and Seth Stevens, the bloody grudge between Johnny Stylez and FPV, and a Free Fall match for the World Tag-Team Championship, we are guaranteed to have every bit of action you can possibly crave tonight… and more!
CJJ: It’s going to be one for the ages!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And with that said, it’s time to get to our first contest of the night!
CJJ: Woooo, let’s go JMont!!
MEMPHIS BELLE: The following is a NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH, about to make his way to the ring… “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE!
The ovation is unreal as Chris Page saunters out to the top of the ramp in a black leather jacket over a white tank top, black jeans, black combat boots, and over his shoulder is a barbed wire-wrapped baseball bat. Pyro starts exploding above the tron as Page is all business. Chris starts to make the walk toward the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Chris Page, the man who signs the checks is the same man who is walking that aisle to kick J Mont’s ass!
Chris doesn’t pay attention to the crowd, he’s locked in on the ring and as he reaches ringside he climbs up on the ring apron, steps through the ropes, and drops his barbed-wire-wrapped bat so that he can remove his jacket. Page backs up against a neutral corner with Barbie in his left hand.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And his opponent…
MEMPHIS BELLE: About to make his way to the ring, he is representing The Fortunate Ones, led to the ring by SHAUN HART, he is JOE MONTUORI!
The boos are unreal as J Mont and Shaun Hart emerge out to the top of the ramp. J Mont locks eyes with Chris Page who is now pacing like a caged animal back and forth in the ring. J Mont and Shaun Hart begin making the walk toward the ring. Once the duo reach ringside Shaun has some words with J Mont before Mont climbs up on the apron and gazes across the ring at Chris Page, but before J Mont can step into the ring…
The crowd pops huge to the surprise of everyone!
MEMPHIS BELLE: And introducing the special guest referee, making her RETURN to the WGWF, she is SONYA BENSON!
The ovation grows louder as Sonya Benson emerges in front of the crowd in a referee’s shirt that she’s made into her own. She holds up a thumb drive in her left hand while pointing at J Mont and then making the shame-shame motion with her fingers as she starts to make her walk toward the ring. Chris Page takes full advantage and rushes J Mont blasting him from behind and knocking him off the apron and on top of Shaun Hart taking both men down!
CJJ: That coward attacked Mont from behind!
The music for Benson stops abruptly as she sprints down toward the action and calls for the opening bell! Page drops down to the mat and rolls out to the floor picking both J Mont and Hart up where he smashes their heads together!
PATRICK MATHEWS: COCONUTS!
Shaun Hart bumps like a rockstar as Page spins Mont around and begins biting him across the forehead! Sonya Benson slides into the ring and watches on as Page takes Mont and drives him face-first off the ring apron! Chris takes J Mont and drives him lower back first into the ring apron! Page follows up with a knife-edge chop across the chest echoing throughout the arena as the crowd roars in approval. Page pulls Mont off the apron into a front waist lock where he hurls him overhead with a belly-to-belly release overhead suplex sending Mont splatting on the mats on the floor. Page tosses the ring apron back and pulls out a steel chair.
CJJ: And of course Page brings out the first weapon, coward.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What are you complaining about? This is No Holds Barred! J Mont has ALL of this coming!
Mont rolls over and pushes himself to all fours as we see Chris Page raise the chair up in the air only to have Shaun Hart grab it from behind which allows J Mont to land a low blow to Page! The crowd roars with boos as J Mont gets back to his feet and is handed the chair by Shaun Hart. Shaun turns and motions toward the back which brings Clyde Newton and Amber Mansley sprinting from the back. J Mont waffles Page across the back with the chair as Chris reaches all fours. Newton and Mansely reach ringside and both begin stomping away at Chris Page before Clyde picks Page up and hurls him into the ring. Mansley, Mont, Newton, and Hart slide into the ring where a four-on-one assault begins to unfold with Sonya Benson being powerless to stop anything.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Now this is some bullshit…
CJJ: Oh is it now? What were you just saying about this being No Holds Barred? Who's complaining now?
The crowd erupts with massive boos as Clyde and Shaun Hart hold Page by his arms as Mansey starts unloading with massive right hands. J Mont turns his attention toward Sonya pointing the chair at her while spouting off in her direction. Suddenly the crowd erupts as we see DEVLIN KNIGHT walk out to the top of the ramp and lock eyes with J Mont.
PATRICK MATHEWS: DEVLIN KNIGHT IS HERE!
CJJ: BUT HE’S ALONE! Two versus Four isn’t a good look, and he’s on Brawl! Why is he even allowed in the building?!?!
J Mont and Shaun beg Devlin to come to the ring pointing out the numbers. Devlin nods his head and begins making the walk toward the ring. The crowd explodes with a louder ovation as Devlin points behind The Fortunate Ones to reveal AUSTIN RAMSEY! TODRICK TABOR-RAMSEY! SAM CHATMAN! EDWARD GRADO!
PATRICK MATHEWS: DEVLIN’S BROUGHT BACKUP IN FORM OF THE SHOW STEALERZ AND THE LONE WOLVES!
Before Devlin makes it to ringside, Chatman and Grado take out Newton and Mansley, and Austin and Todrick take out Shaun Hart! A massive brawl begins to unfold between TFO members and The Show Stealerz and The Lone Wolves!
CJJ: THIS ISN’T FAIR! IT ISN’T RIGHT!
The Lone Wolves spill out to the floor with Mansley and Newton as they brawl around the ring while Austin and Todrick send Shaun Hart sailing over the top rope and out to the floor! J Mont spins around to see a seething Austin Ramsey standing before him and by the time he turns around Devlin Knight jumps up on the ring apron. There’s another massive response from the crowd as SMASH CHAMPION ENIGMA walks out to the top of the ramp. J Mont spins around and sees the Monster Machine, and upon seeing him a smirk draws on his face. J Mont motions for the Monster Machine but Enigma doesn’t budge. Instead, Enigma turns his back and walks back through the curtain garnering MONSTER ovation!
PATRICK MATHEWS: ENIGMA WALKED BACK THROUGH THE CURTAIN!
Cameras follow Enigma back through the curtain where Denise Essex tries to get some words from the Smash Champion!
DENISE ESSEX: Enigma! Enigma! Why didn’t you go to the ring just now to help J Mont?
Enigma stops walking and cuts his head toward Denise,
ENIGMA: You haven’t been paying attention!
PATRICK MATHEWS: ENIGMA’S MADE A STAND!
Enigma walks away leaving Denise holding the microphone as we cut back to the ring and J Mont is surrounded by The Show Stealerz and Devlin Knight. The crowd is on fire as Sonya Benson backs up into a corner and hops up to a seated position on the top rope. She motions to someone at ringside who jumps up on the apron and hands her some popcorn. Out on the floor, Mansley and Newton gain the upper hand on The Lone Wolves and can slide into the ring attacking Austin and Todrick from behind. Mont swings the chair at Devin but Knight ducks out of the way and J Mont spins around where Page is back up and catches him with a Spinbuster Slam! Knight brawls with Newton and Mansley, and the numbers game begins to show until Chatman and Grado slide back into the ring! The Brawl continues as Devlin and company clear the ring and take the fight up the ramp. The Ramseys, The Lone Wolves, and Devlin Knight have cleared Mansley, Newton, and Shaun Hart bringing this to a one-on-one affair.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Now THIS is what we’ve all wanted to see! No Fortunate Ones to interject!
The crowd is so loud as Chris Page gets back to his feet and points toward his corner and Barbie. Page walks over and picks up the barbed wire bat and waits for Mont who is starting to work his way to his feet. Page glances toward Sonya and gives her a wave before running toward Mont and driving the barbed wire bat into his forehead sending Mont crashing to the mat and busted wide open!
CJJ: This is not fair on SOOOOO many levels!
Page bounces off the rope, uses the barbed wire bat as a makeshift elbow and drives it into his skull a second time! Chris makes the cover which causes Sonya to throw down her popcorn and slide into position to make the count.
1!!
2!!
Page pulls J Mont up off the mat breaking the count as blood pours down his face.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Nay-Nay says Chris Page. The pain and suffering is just beginning.
Page pulls a bloody J Mont up to his feet and smacks him in the face with an open-hand slap before forcing Mont back into a neutral corner by the throat. Page leans in and whispers something in Mont's ear before swinging with a right hand. Mont evades and sends Page into the buckles. J Mont begins unloading with a series of European Uppercuts before bringing Page out of the corner and landing a picture-perfect standing dropkick! Mont immediately takes a mount position and begins hammering down with a series of right hands one after another after another!
CJJ: Page is going to regret not beating Mont when he had the chance because not J Mont is through effing around.
Mont gets back to his feet where he wipes the blood away from his face. J Mont goes back to the steel chair picking it up and he smacks it against the mat. Page rolls over and pushes himself up to one knee and then stands to his feet where Mont waffles him over the head with a vile chair shot with such force the chair dents over Page’s head before Chris crumbles to the mat. The crowd erupts with boos toward J Mont as he tosses the chair to the mat and points at Sonya to make the count. J Mont drops down into a cover. Sonya thinks about it for a second and does slowly get into position to make the count.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Page pops a shoulder off the mat to a pop from the crowd.
CJJ: Benson was in no hurry to make that count.
PATRICK MATHEWS: The cadence of the count was perfectly fine.
J Mont gets to his feet and stomps away at the face and upper body of Page. He picks him up off the mat and hurls Chris over the top rope and out to the floor. Mont drops down to the mat and rolls out after Page where he takes Chris by both legs and falls backward with a catapult sending Page smashing face-first off the ring post and crumbling down to the floor. J Mont drops to one knee and pulls a Table out from underneath the ring. J Mont opens the legs of the table and positions it a few feet away from the ring apron.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Now look at who’s introducing weapons.
CJJ: Someone sounds a little salty now that the tide has turned.
J Mont comes around the ring to find Page crawling away. J Mont comes up behind Page and stomps him straight in the spine. J Mont picks Page up where for the first time we see that he’s been opened up by the ring post. J Mont yanks Page around the ring where he drives Page face-first off the table top. Mont hurls Page back into the ring and slithers in after him. Mont begins choking Page with one hand over his throat. Sonya can’t do anything but flip J Mont off. Mont breaks the choke and gets back to his feet. Mont reaches down, picking Page up off the mat and rocks him with a European Uppercut that sends Chris back into the ropes. Jmont rushes in only to eat a reverse elbow from Page who quickly takes a font waist lock and hurls Mont over the top rope and crashes through the table with Overhead Release Belly-to-Belly Suplex!
CJJ: SOMEONE CHECK ON J MONT! IF HE GOES THE RATINGS GO WITH HIM! HE'S OUR MONEY MAKER, OUR SAVIOR! WITHOUT J MONT THIS COMPANY WOULD BE DEAD!
PATRICK MATHEWS: How you can say any of that with a straight face is beyond me.
Page wipes blood away from his face before stepping through the ropes and dropping down to the apron before stepping down to the floor. Page picks Mont up from the debris of the broken table and drives Mont face-first off the top of the ring steps. Mont is brought around the ring and thrown back inside the ring by Page. Chris reaches under the ring and pulls out a cluster of light tubes that have been taped together on both ends with black electrical tape.
Chris rolls back into the ring with the tubes in hand.
Chris gets to his feet where he points the light tubes at J Mont garnering a massive ovation from the crowd. Chris waits for J Mont to get to his knees when there is suddenly a commotion from the crowd and our cameras pick up MIA MONTUORI climbing over the security barrier and rolling into the ring where she comes up from behind kicking Page square in the junk!
PATRICK MATHEWS: MIA MONTUORI! YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!?!?!?!
CJJ: The Queen has arrived! And she’s made her presence felt in a HUGE way.
There is a sudden massive ovation from the crowd as CANDICE PAGE can be seen sprinting down the ramp! Candice slides into the ring and gets to her feet where she takes Mia down with a double leg and starts hammering away with right hands!
PATRICK MATHEWS: CANDICE PAGE HAS ARRIVED!
The crowd goes ape shit as Candice and Mia roll out to the floor with Candice driving Mia into the security railing! In the ring J Mont grabs the light tubes and pulls himself back to his feet. Chris reaches his knees but it’s Mont who shatters the light tubes over the bloody head of Page, sending Page falling backward to the mat.
J Mont drops down making the cover. Sonya makes the count.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Page kicks out! Out on the floor, Candice and Mia fight up the ramp leaving the match to continue.
CJJ: Come on Mont!
A bloody J Mont gets to his knees and spouts out at Sonya Benson to count faster. Page has been busted open wider as blood pours from his forehead. J Mont steps up to his feet where he calls for a punt kick. J Mont staggers backward and falls back into a corner. Page slowly rolls over where he begins to push himself up off the mat. J Mont sizes Page up and charges forward looking to punt Page in the temple! Page throws his head out of the way at the last second and when J Mont spins around he’s met with a Code Breaker by Page!
Both men are down and Sonya Benson looks on and starts trying to rally Page on. Chris starts to stir after several seconds. Page crawls into a cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
J Mont kicks out before the count of three to a huge gasp from the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Just a two count!
CJJ: I see Sonya didn’t have any issues getting into position on that one.
Chris gets back to his feet, blood continuing to pour from his forehead. Chris staggers forward and picks J Mont up off the mat where he sets him up to deliver a Page Plant! J Mont spins out and looks for the JKO, Page shoves J Mont forward and sends Mont bouncing off the near side and into a Judas Effect! The crowd roars loudly as J Mont is rocked to one knee. Page charges forward with a shining wizard right on the money!
Page makes the cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Another kick out from J Mont!
CJJ: COME ON J MONT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I love your objectivity.
Page begins getting back to his feet where he reaches down, picking J Mont up off the mat. Page sets Mont up for the Page Plant! Mont counters with a back body drop! Page finds his way back to his feet where he runs into a JKO!
J Mont makes the cover by hooking the near leg. Reluctantly Sonya gets into position.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Page throws his free foot over the bottom rope and into the eyeshot of Benson who stops the count! J Mont gets to his knees throwing both arms up in the air thinking this match is over!
CJJ: MONT’S DONE IT! MONT’S BEATEN PAGE!
Sonya throws J Mont’s arms down pointing at Page’s foot on the bottom rope which throws J Mont into a fit as he gets back to his feet and begins arguing with Benson.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sonya caught Page’s foot on the rope! And now instead of capitalizing we see J Mont arguing about it!
We hear a loud “CCP! CCP! CCP!” chant echoing from the crowd as Chris rolls over and begins pushing himself up out of a pool of his own blood. J Mont turns his attention and sees Page getting to one knee. Mont comes forward with a straight kick to the bloody forehead knocking Page backward to the mat. J Mont reaches down picking Page up, he flips Chris off and looks for a second JKO!
Page latches onto the top rope and it sends J Mont crashing down to the mat!
The chant for Page grows louder and louder as J Mont starts getting back to his feet. Page comes off the ropes with a boot to the midsection! The roof explodes as Page locks Mont up and positions him for the PAGE PLANT!
CJJ: NO! NO! NO!
PATRICK MATHEWS: If Page hits the Page Plant, it’s over!!
Page lifts up… and then Sonya Benson comes flying in, DELIVERING THE BITCH TRIGGER!!!!
CJJ: What??
PATRICK MATHEWS: WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?!
Page is down, stunned, as Sonya stands over him, looking down into his dazed eyes… and flipping him off!
CJJ: YES!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?
Knocked senseless, Chris somehow starts to drag himself up, before falling back to his knees. Benson slowly starts to back away from Page and into a corner, as Page is still trying to reach his feet. J Mont can be seen crawling toward Barbie in the corner of Page. J Mont grabs Barbie and gets back to his feet. Page, still staring off towards Benson, doesn’t know what’s happening behind him, as Mont waffles Page in the dome with the barbed wire-wrapped bat!
J Mont tosses the bat on the mat and follows up with a JKO onto the bat!
J Mont makes the cover with Sonya quickly getting down into position.
1!!
2!!
3!!
The building nearly comes undone at the pillars from the nuclear reaction from the fans. They can’t believe it. The only thing that’s able to power over their collective voices, is the song that plays, which is different than J Mont’s usual victory theme song. This one is…
As Friend’s Forever by Saved by the Bell plays, Sonya helps the bloodied but triumphant J Mont up, and then, after a small dramatic pause, they plow into each other with the biggest, warmest, most adorable best friend hug ever!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JOE MONTUORI
Match Time: 21:34
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CJJ: HE’S DONE IT! J MONT HAS CONQUERED THE BEAST! HE AND SONYA BACK TOGETHER… *in singing voice*.. REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD!
PATRICK MATHEWS: THEY FOOLED US ALL! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! AFTER ALL THE PERSONAL ATTACKS AND THE HUMILIATION BACK AND FORTH.. AND THIS.. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY!
The two bounce up and down in each other's arms, still hugging, as every manner of food and drink and even rolls of toilet paper are hurled into the ring by the riotous crowd. It looks like late 90s WCW right now.
Not a bit of it phases the BFFs as they finally break from the hug and each places a foot on the chest of Chris Page and poses, adding plenty of humiliation to go on top of the defeat. Then, if this all wasn’t enough, the pair rear their heads back, snort, and then launch a pair of synchronized wads of spit down onto Page.
The bulk of security has finally gotten control of the chaos outside the ring and backstage, allowing some of the security personnel to hit the ring, but Mont and Benson see them coming and haul ass through the crowd making a grand getaway.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We are back, just in time to tell you about the next…
Clamoring fans scuttle over who will win their favorite Last Chance matches. A golden grand montage hits to nothing but boos and angry fan chants to get lost. The pompous dickbag, Gabriel Reno, heads through the curtain with a trademark smirk ear to ear. He soaks in the hate to fuel his competitive first. Basking in the ambiance of being the most hated man in the business.
CJJ: His match isn’t right now? Why is Reno out here?
He nonchalantly struts down the ramp… pointing to his biggest haters with glowing admiration. Reno struts up the steps, tucking his jacket in, bending through the top and second rope, picking up the laying microphone to antagonize the locals…
CJJ: HA! He just wants to tease Wells Fargo Center, get them amped up for later! Smart!
Boos intensify! Reno looks into the camera, pantomiming a title around his waist, mouthing the word ‘Champion’ as he struts around the squared circle.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Is it really that simple, let’s find out. Gabe Reno on the mic, LIVE at LAST CHANCE!
Fans chant “YOU’RE GOIN OVER!! YOU’RE GOING OVER” in reference to the FREE FALL stipulation to take place on a high platform in the Tag Championship bout versus long reigning SMASH favorites, Sports Entertainment Xpress.
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“Yessssssss! I know! You have been poisoned to think I am a baaaad guy! But am I realllyyyyy thatttt bad? Surely, I’m not as bad or dirty as… PHILADELPHIA!”
PATRICK MATHEWS: He really has a waaaaay with words, doesn’t he, C?
CJJ: Yeaaaah. That’s one way to put it.
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“Enough with the pleasantries, Philly! Onto pressing business. NO- I don’t mean the tag titles that Iconoclast will surely have by night’s end, OH, NO! Smash is a very special place… you invited me in for a great match against your favorite team. I don’t take that lightly! NO, NO! I have to repay Page, Barrows, and the staff of WGWF by doing what I always do…BY-BURNING SHIT TO THE FUCKING GROUND.”
Philly fans boo and toss garbage at him in the ring.
CJJ: What’s that even mean..?
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“It means I am not here to be second fiddle. TO ANYBODY!!! NOT SEX in the tag division. NOT DEVLIN, SPENCER, OR ANY OTHER MIDDLING ASSHOLE! AND NOT to the unFORTUNATE ONES… posers like CLYDE and AMBER trying to ride coattails to gain acclaim… GOT IT?! GOooOOOd, THeeNNNNN!
OH-
AND DEFINITELY NOT…”
Collective gasps fill the SMASH go big or go home supershow setting.
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“TO-JOE MONTUORI.”
BOOS RAIN DOWN ON WELL FARGO ARENA! Parents earmuff kids. CJJ earmuffs himself.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maybe worry about your really tough all-time great opponents tonight, first, pal!
CJJ: JMONT!?!?
People grab their phones going for X as fast as humanly possible. Reno turns to exit the ring, then stops, turning back around seriously.
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“ANNNNNNNnnNNnnNND-TO MAKE SURE,
the unFORTUNATE ones are SECOND.I’ll have a little surprise to unveil,
NOT NOW, BUT-
week by week. Step by step.
Slowly but SURELY!
Champion… by… CHAMPION!!!!”
Smirking like he knows something no one else does.
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“Tood-aloo for now… bitch.”
Reno tosses the mic out, simultaneously a fire stream of letters appears,
Mathews and CJJ look up at each other in complete shock.
CJJ: Champion by Champion? What is he saying?
PATRICK MATHEWS: That apparently, Gabe Reno is going after… THE FORTUNATE ONES??
Last Chance returns to entrances underway, John Blade's music simmers to an audience murmur. From inside the squared circle, Blade talks to the front rows about side-hustles, brand loyalty, and contraception respect. Fans gleam at the antique lock appearing on WGWF programming, ala the TPW American Champion making his debut… "Burning Bright" hits by Nine Inch Nails. Anticipation builds, Thunder fans hold their hands up in the stone signal.
PATRICK MATHEWS: WHAT A GET! AMERICAN CHAMP IS HERE! 6'4" out of Paradox Pines, Oregon, and THUNDER PRO WRESTLING!!
CJJ: Uncivil War looms, but in the meantime we get an appetizer of Stone!
Seconds pass without the entrance. Cameras flow through the curtain to guerilla. Max Stone and several WGWF staff members are held at bay, DAMIEN IS BLOCKING THE ENTRANCE WAY! His fangs are out and snarling at the people around him. Behind them, Jake Roberts emerges from the shadows. Damien spots him! Slithering quickly after the slimy mentor of he and Dubois! Stone shrugs, passing by the unblocked curtain, and finally out to an enormous roar! "TPW" chants start in the back as WGWF security gathers to make sure the place doesn't get too rowdy. Stone holds out his arms, dashing in a gorgeous American Champion motif, from red, white, and blue top of the line tights, to boots reading "MASON" on one boot and "STONE" on the other. Blade runs his mouth from over the rope forcing the official to back him up and allow Maxwell up the stairs and into the ring ropes. John backs into his corner nervously, Mason hands his title to the referee for safe keeping as the bell rings amongst massive audience angst.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Blade is jawing at the American Champion now, the two face to face… now a tie up takes both men into the ropes. Blade uses muscle to push Mason into a lariat off the near side, across, into a leapfrog, and across into a lay down…
CJJ: John goes for a clothesline, but the technician Stone turns, weidling Blade over from a hip toss! Blade back up into another! AND A THIRD!
Blade groggily walks toward Maxwell, being scooped into a fall away slam. "TPW" chants intensify inside the house show seating. Stone points at his special American tights, running the ropes into a walk-in elbow drop on John. Blade grunts, then spins back up to his feet, dodging a Stone boot to the face, lifting the Champion up into locked arm guerilla press position. Stone shifts his weight to the left, sliding down to the mat, grabbing Blade into a textbook german suplex. Blade bonus into an involuntary momentum back roll. Laying face down now in the corner of the ring. Stone quickly pulls him to center, going for a pin!
CJJ: The official in position now!
1…
2…
Blade flips out of the leverage. Maxwell gathers on his knees. Both men rise to standing positions. John hits Mason with a right hand, then another, and another, AND ANOTHER, ANNND ANOTHERRR! Stone is rocked into the corner. Blade mounts the second rope, delivering his razor Blade chops after SHHHing the crowd for full audible chop appreciation. Maxwell wilts after seven or eight, falls between John's legs down to the mat. Blade gestures toward the crowd for a DEATH VALLEY DROP! Lifting Stone but his armpits from behind, he steps under, lifting mason into doomsday position. Stone regains his senses, rolling down and forward, grabbing blade's legs into a small package!
PATRICK MATHEWS: STONE HAS BLADE IN A PIN!
1…
2…
CJJ: OhhHHHhHHh!!!!
THR-
Blade escapes at the last possible moment! He rolls to his feet again, barking at Stone about trying to trap him in a cheap pin attempt! Stone gets tired of hearing it, chop stunning Blade, then abruptly landing a Flatliner! BUT- he doesn't go for a pin. Stone walks over to the corner. He smiles, egging on the ongoing chants for his home organization. John stirs, shaking his head from the effects of the Flatliner. Maxwell points as kids with American title replicas trying to get his attention. Blade runs up behind, he hits but not clean, still staggered but still getting 80% of a high DEATH VALLEY DROP!
CJJ: BLADE HAS A TPW CHAMPION DOWN- PAT!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The Champion took his time and allowed Blade to get himself back into this one!
Both men run a standing ten count to eight. They trade a few shots in the center. John throws a wreckless clothesline between Stone and the official. WHO TAKES THE BRUNT AND IS DOWN!
PATRICK MATHEWS: John Blade just nailed the referee- STONE HAS HIM!
As Blade apologizes to the ref, Maxwell capitalizes, grabbing him for a RENEGADE SPIKE DRIVER! Stone hooks the leg, then rolls out, remembering the official being incapacitated. He shakes the ref profusely… BUT BLADE CATCHES HIM IN A STEPOVER TOE-HOLD SLEEPER! Mason swings wildly to escape the final cinch in by John Blade!
PATRICK MATHEWS: STONE IS LOCKED INTO THE BLADE SLEEPER HOLD! The ref is still down!!
CJJ: OH MY GAAWWDDDDDDD!!! WAIT! He has the ropes!
Maxwell manages to grab the bottom rope but Blade keeps the hold on with no count to break for. Stone moans in pain, beginning to fade, his eyelids growing heavier, and heavier…
PATRICK MATHEWS: THE REF CAN'T STOP HIM!
Stone stops struggling. Blade pulls his weakened opponent to the center of the ring, he helps the ref to his feet in the corner to the right. He thanks Blade and assures him of no DQ, as it was an accidental miss on Stone that flattened him. John thanks him, turning around to lift Stone by the head into AVALANCHE position! The official wipes off his face and focuses on the action. Stone rotates his weight again, the two men counter back and forth, up and down, side to side!
CJJ: Who has the advantage!?
Blade throws a cheap elbow, Stone ducks under, lifting John into the MOMENTA AXIS!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: NAILED IT!
Mason hooks both legs on the disabled Blade! The ref is in count posture on time!
1…
2…
CJJ: COME ON BLADE, DO IT FOR THE WGWF!
BLADE STRUGGLES but cannot get a shoulder UP!
THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: MAXWELL MASON STONE
Match Time: 7:28
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PATRICK MATHEWS: NooOoooo can do! Mason Maxwell Stone marks his first opponent during this return tour in WGWF! TPW American Champion gets our newly Cholo minted Intercontinental Champion, Iconic Dubois… AT UNNNNNNCIVIL WAAARRRR!!!
Stone smiles as the referee raises his hand. He exits the ring through the middle rope and grabs his TPW American Championship from the timekeeper's table and then grabs a folding chair. He hurls the chair over the top rope and into the ring. He asks the timekeeper for a mic and then gets into the ring, picks up the chair and holds it for a moment in the air.
CJJ: Oh come on. The match is over… What's he gonna do with that chair?
Stone unfolds the chair, places it down, and takes a seat.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Looks like he's going to use it for its intended purpose. Don't see that too much these days.
MMS: "One down here in the WGWF. Still strange for me to say that I'm here and I'm sensing it's odd for others too because ever since I walked out on Monday Night Brawl on January 1st, I've been hearing the same question over and over again….
… Why is Maxwell Mason Stone in the WGWF?"
Stone lifts the TPW American Championship up so the camera could pick up a shot.
MMS: "Sure, I'm on a hell of a run over in Thunder Pro Wrestling. Just ask the guy who held this title right here. The guy who holds this show and every other show hostage with his antics."
The crowd boos at the mention of Joe Montuori.
CJJ: Oh shut up…
MMS: "But the truth is that the WGWF has been calling my name ever since I learned that we're having ourselves a little interpromotional shindig. I wanted to step in here and introduce myself to the eventual Intercontinental Champion and give'em a good look at the man that will be declared the Victor at Uncivil War. Del Dubois… you'll be seeing me soon enough so enjoy all the time with your new belt and your little pet snake I saw in the back until that time comes. But now you may be asking yourself… Maxwell, Del Dubois fights on Monday Night Brawl. Why are you on Smash?”
CJJ: Yeah, why IS he on Smash?
MMS: "Well, folks.. Del Dubois ain't the only WGWF talent that Maxwell Mason Stone has a fight with. February 25th… Denzel Porter Invitational… night three... CO MAIN EVENT. Smash fans, you know who I'm talking about… I've walked into Smash because I want the current champion of this brand to know that I'm here. Bubbling under the surface watching his every move. Mecca… Fortunate Ones… surround yourself with whichever pals you want but the time has finally come for Maxwell Mason Stone vs… ENIGMA!!"
Stone drops the mic on the ring mat and smiles into the camera.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first… from Denver, Colorado… weighing in at 220 lbs. and standing 6’2” tall… SETH STEVENS
"Man in a Box" by Alice and Chains begins to play. The arena begins to boo loudly as Seth Stevens appears at the top of the ramp, holding a drink in his hand. Seth pauses for a moment cracking a grin at the boos from the crowd before taking a sip from his mug. He then starts walking towards the ring, not paying them any attention. Seth enters the ring by sliding under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet, looking out at the audience that refuses to support him, especially against someone like Grado.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, his opponent… standing 5’11” and weighing 235 lbs… from Palm Springs, California… here is EDWARD GRADO!!
The crowd cheers as Madonna’s smooth voice starts over the speakers. The ovation grows as Grado struts ass out to the top of the ramp, standing there for a moment before continuing down the ramp. He bounces to the beat of the song as it picks up, heading into the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Here we go with one that I didn’t have on my bingo card; it’s Edward Grado and Seth Stevens!
CJJ: I’m kind of shocked Grado even showed up tonight after the smacking around he took by Stevens on Smash leading into Last Chance.
The crowd continues to sing the sweet sounds of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” which causes Grado to bust a move in his corner to the sounds of the song. The fans stop singing and start booing when Seth charges in and jumps Edward from behind! Stevens spins Grado around where he begins driving a series of boots to the chest and Mudhole stomps Grado down to the mat. The referee lays the count to Stevens who backs away several feet giving a break before coming right back with more stomps to the chest and sternum. Stevens picks Grado up and twists the right arm before yanking him out of the corner with a short-arm lariat taking Edward down which Stevens follows with a spinning Leg Drop across the throat.
Stevens makes the cover.
1!!!
2!!!
Edward kicks out.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stevens jumped started this with an attach from behind!
CJJ: I mean, the bell did sound before Stevens made a move.
Stevens picks Grado up and rocks him back into the ropes with a series of forearm smashes before shooting him across the ring, Grado bounces off the ropes ducking under a reverse elbow strike from Stevens. Stevens spins around to Grado throwing up both hands while screaming out “STOP!” at the top of his lungs causing Stevens to stop and Grado casually takes a reverse hammerlock.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Unorthodox offense by Grado!
The referee asks Stevens to surrender which he refuses before countering with a standing side switch into a reverse hammerlock of his own. Grado reaches down between his legs with his free hand and takes Stevens down with a single-leg takedown that Grado looks to transition into a Figure Four Leg Lock only it’s Stevens who counters that with an Inside Cradle!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Grado reveres the positioning, and it’s Stevens shoulders that hit the mat.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Seth escapes with a kick out and both Stevens and Grado get to their feet with Stevens swinging with a right hand that Grado blocks and counters with a series of jabs to the jaw and delivering a big bionic elbow to the top of Stevens dome dropping him where he stands to a roar from the crowd. Stevens pops back to his feet and Grado loads up another bionic elbow only this time Stevens escapes the ring out to the floor.
CJJ: Seth Stevens is going to take a few seconds to think about this one.
The referee begins his mandatory ten count on Seth who paces back and forth while jawing at some ringside fans. Grado steps through the ropes and out to the apron before leaping off with a double ax handle across the back! Grado spins Stevens around and snatches him by the hair before throwing him back into the ring! Edward rolls in after Stevens and starts hammering down with a series of right hands to the forehead! Grado gets back to his feet where he picks Stevens up and looks for a scoop slam!
Seth slides down the back of Grado and shoves him forward into the ropes.
Grado bounces off the ropes and into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Seth presses the cover hooking the inside leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Grado pops a shoulder up to a pop from the crowd which quickly turns into loud boos with Stevens choking him with both hands across the throat! The referee lays the count to Seth who breaks at the four and steps back up to his feet.
PATRICK MATHEWS: The referee admonished Stevens for the blatant choke which was on firm display.
CJJ: Perfectly legal as long as he broke it by the five count, which he did.
Stevens stomps down on the chest of Grado before running and bouncing off the ropes where he looks to deliver a Rolling Thunder, Edward pulls up his knees and drives them into the lower spine of Stevens to a roar from the crowd. Edward starts getting back to a vertical base as the crowd starts a “GRADO! GRADO! GRADO!” chant directed at Edward.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Grado might have just found an opening!
Grado picks Seth up off the mat where he positions him and drives him into the mat with a Rock Bottom! Edward rolls onto his back and nips up to his feet where he sets himself at the head of Stevens! Edward mimics the Rock by taking off an imaginary elbow pad and hurling it into the crowd! Grado runs and bounces off the far side where he jumps over Seth and bounces off the near side and before he does anything else he breaks out into a dance and drops a People’s Elbow to a massive ovation from the crowd!
Grado makes the cover hooking the near leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Seth escapes with a kick out to a gasp from the crowd.
CJJ: You must think this is a crucial match for both Stevens and Grado, both are coming off huge matches with Smash and WGWF champions, but in Seth’s case, he did pick up a count out win over Ragnarok heading into this event.
Grado gets back to his feet where he picks Seth up and laces him across the chest with a knife-edge chop drawing a “WOOOOO” from the crowd. Grado lands a second chop across the chest before breaking out into a Ric Flair strut! Grado turns back to Seth and walks into a thumb to the eye. Stevens fires Grado across the ring with an Irish Whip and catches him with a spinning heel kick on the rebound taking Grado to the mat. Stevens finds his way back to his feet where he hits the ropes and lands the Rolling Thunder this time.
Stevens presses the cover with a hook of the leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Edward escapes with a kick out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Just a two by Stevens.
Seth gets to his knees where he holds out three fingers toward the referee as he works his way back to his feet. Seth reaches down picking Grado up and locks in a front face lock. Seth looks for a Suplex, but Edward blocks the attempt! Stevens tries a second suplex, and again it’s blocked by Grado! The crowd pops as Grado counters the suplex attempt with a Brainbuster! Edward manages to make the cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Stevens kicks out to another gasp from the crowd. Edward starts working his way back to his feet where he calls for his version of the Stone Cold Stunner!
CJJ: Stevens is in trouble here!
Seth rolls over to his chest and begins pushing himself up off the mat and up to his feet. Grado comes forward with a boot to the midsection an looks to pull off the Stunner, Seth counters by shoving Grado forward and into the ropes, Edward bounces off the ropes and into a Superkick from Stevens which sends Grado back into the ropes and staggering forward where Stevens drives a boot to the midsection doubling Edward over for Stevens to hoist up in the air and drive down into the mat with a Powerbomb! Stevens stacks Grado with the cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Edward kicks out to a huge pop from the crowd!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Grado finds a way out of the pinning predicament!
CJJ: But how much longer is that going to be a thing?
Seth claps out at the referee as he gets to his feet. Stevens picks up Grado and takes him back into a corner. Seth lands several reverse elbows to the temple before hoisting Edward up to a seated position on the top rope. Stevens steps up to the middle rope and locks in a front face lock. Seth looks for the Superplex but Grado latches onto the top rope and blocks the attempt. Edward starts driving a series of right hands to the ribs of Stevens breaking free of his grapes and he follows up by shoving Seth off the middle rope and he crashes down to the mat.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Grado has a shot!
The crowd starts going ballistic for Edward as he stands up on the middle rope and holds up his right hand. Edward lowers the right strap on his singlet before leaping off the middle rope with a second rope fist drop!
Grado makes the cover with a hook of the leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Stevens kicks out just before the three to a huge gasp from the crowd. We start to hear a chant of “GRADO! GRADO! GRADO!” echoing throughout the arena.
CJJ: I can’t believe the crowd is chanting for this idiot!
Edward finds his way back to his feet where he points toward his fanny pack that is in his corner. Edward makes his way to his fanny pack and picks it up. Grado unzips the pack and reaches inside where he retrieves a rubber duck!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh lord.
Edward spins around and sees Seth beginning to get to his feet. Edward charges with the rubber chicken in hand and looks to swing it only to have the referee catch his arm! Edward is stopped in his tracks as he is spun around by the referee who rips the rubber chicken from his hand. Edward argues with the referee about it which allows Stevens to sneak up from behind with a schoolboy.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Grado kicks out!
CJJ: Stevens almost snuck a win right there!
Grado beats Seth to his feet where he swings with a right hand, Stevens blocks and counters with a headbutt across the bridge of the nose! Seth hooks Edward up with a Fisherman’s Suplex and hoists Edward up in the air before driving him down into the mat with a Hangman’s DDT! Stevens rolls out to the ring apron under the bottom rope and pulls himself back up to his feet. Seth leaps up to the top turnbuckle in a single leap. Stevens looks down at Grado and flies off the top rope with a 10 Star Frog Splash! The crowd roars as Grado rolls out of the way at the last second and sends Stevens crashing and burning into the mat!
Grado catches Stevens with an Oklahoma Roll stacking Seth’s shoulders to the mat!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
NO! Seth escapes with a kick out! Both Stevens and Grado are back to their feet and Seth looks for a right hand but before he swings Grado points off toward the right shouting out “LOOK!” which naturally Stevens does and it’s Grado who stomps on the toes of Seth’s right boot and follows up with a DDT! Grado rolls Seth over making a cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Another kick out by Stevens!
PATRICK MATHEWS: COME ON GRADO! YOU GOT THIS!
Edward gets back to his feet and picks Seth up where he drives him back into a neutral corner with a shoulder block. Grado climbs up on the middle rope where he starts hammering down with right hands to the forehead of Stevens! The crowd counts along with every strike! Grado steps down after 8 solid shots and as he does Seth takes him down with a double leg and stands Edwards shoulders to the mat while putting both feet on the ropes for additional leverage!
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3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: SETH STEVENS
Match Time: 12:43
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Seth quickly escapes to the floor followed by the referee who raises his arm in the air. Edward tries explaining but it’s not heard as a smirking Stevens knows he just stole one.
A split-screen shows two wrestlers preparing themselves backstage. Enigma appears to be sitting in solitude, breathing heavily, as if visualizing the violence to come. John Cable, meanwhile, is shadow-boxing at a wall, swinging away.
PATRICK MATHEWS: There are the two men who are going to compete for one of the biggest prizes in the world, the Smash Heavyweight Championship! All the pressure is on John Cable here tonight. Can he best the champion in his one opportunity?
CJJ: Never! This night will prove once again that Enigma and The Fortunate Ones rule the wrestling universe, and always will!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We'll certainly have to see, CJJ! But we've still got a lot of action to get through, including the Steel Asylum Cage match coming up next!
CJJ: Boy, they're getting that cage into place quickly, aren't they?
PATRICK MATHEWS: It's going to be a war, so let's get back to the ring!
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is the final qualifier for the WGWF X-Division Championship! This will be a Steel Asylum Cage match! The first three wrestlers to escape the cage will move on to the finals later tonight!
The crowd is hyped, seeing that the cage has already been lowered into place around the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing first…
The lights in the arena go dark and music begins to play in the arena. The commentary team buzzes with anticipation, and when the bass drops, Samuel is propelled in the air and lands on the stage. His hat is glowing neon purple with a wolf on the front as well as the bandanna that covers the lower half of his face. He has on a sleeveless sweatshirt with the same glowing wolf. The short tights have the glowing wolf on the backside. His thick custom kick pads over his boots have the wolf to complete a custom look. Some of the people viewing him on their screen jeer him, but for the most part, he is still getting a mixed reaction.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’2” and weighing 187 lbs, wrestling out of Atlanta, Georgia, here is “THE LONE WOLF” SAMUEL CHATMAN!!
Samuel remained squatted down until after the pause in the bass and stood up and spun around and jumped in the air but landed as if mocking the audience and waves them off. He walks down the ramp with a scowl on his face and heads for the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and folds his arms while swaying his shoulders back and forth with the beat before sitting on the turnbuckle and extending his hand for a microphone. The arena remains dark with the singular spotlight on him. The music dies down, and Samuel howls in the air as he flashes his pearly white smile at the fans.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Chatman got a huge victory on our last Smash, winning over Corey Bull and Amber Mansley. Tonight, he hopes to continue that trend.
CJJ: Too bad he used up all of his luck getting past The Fortunate Ones on a non-title affair.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Next, standing 6’2” and weighing 225 lbs, from Los Angeles, California, here is “VENOM” XAVIER LUX!!
The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of 'The Infection' by Disturbed. After the intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance and as the lyrics of the song begin, Xavier Lux steps out from behind the smoke left by the pyro. He stands there sporting a black 7 Wrestling Sins T-shirt. He looks around at the crowd who were starting to come around to him, until he aligned himself with Barrows. Now, they have nothing but boos for "The Man with Venom in his Veins" as he makes his way down the ramp, keeping his focus on the ring. Once he gets to ringside, he hops on the apron, wiping his boots, showing respect to the canvas where he is about to practice his craft. He then gets inside and makes his way to the corner, climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws his arms up in the air and the crowd boos even louder now. He jumps down, laughing, as his music fades, the ref checks him and then gets ready for the match to start.
PATRICK MATHEWS: There is still a lot of resentment from the Smash audience about Xavier Lux being in this match, since he didn’t have to compete in a Contenders match.
CJJ: Yeah, there’s a lot of jealousy there, and I understand it. But Lux will prove tonight he deserves to be here, I’m certain of it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That could be what the other contenders are afraid of… including Mansley & Newton.
CJJ: … What?
The guitar riffs of “Hail to the King” tear through the arena and the roof absolutely blows off the place. The lights dim, and then the stage lights, white and red, start to move with the beat of the drum. As the drums play together and the music starts to flow, the lights stop beating and stay on as a large figure appears. The figure is draped in a leather duster with a hood over his head. He steps to the ramp leading to the ring and flips the hood off his head as the chorus says, “Hail to the King.” As the music continues, he starts his march to the ring, the fans who love him in a frenzy, and those who hate him hiding from the rabid fans. Men, women, and children bow to him and jab their hands into the air to the rhythm of the music. Bull stops and stares into the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Coming to the ring, he stands 6’ 10” and weighs in at 385 pounds….from the Great Northwoods of Michigan…this is THE BASTARD COREY BULL!
Bull raises his hands above his head in an X and an explosion rocks the top of the stage and a mushroom cloud floats to the top of the arena as Bull climbs into the cage, the others watching the big man enter.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Corey Bull could be the most dangerous wrestler in this one. He looks like he feels right at home inside the confines of the cage.
CJJ: You couldn’t pay me enough to make me get in there with him. My only weapon would be running away, and you can’t do that in the steel asylum!
Before the Tron plays the Lights in the arena goes pitch black, The Tron play showing 3 little girls playing and looks at the camera and say, "He is Here" and then slowly fades to black. A man's voice say" Run".
MEMPHIS BELLE: Coming in fourth, standing 6’10” and weighing 328 lbs, from Detroit, Michigan, here is “THE UNTAMED DEMON” DAMAGE!!
“Untamed” by Jacob Lizotte hits the PA system and The Damage's video plays on the Tron. The lights in the arena flickers in rhythmic to the beats. As the themes builds more Damage comes out from behind the curtains and stops at the arena as the crowd goes crazy. He is seen wearing coolers for his eyes with Silver tank-tops with "The Untamed Demon" printed on the tank top below his chest and a leather Sleeveless Vest over his tank top. The word “DAMAGE” is pasted with Diamonds on back of the Sleeveless vest . He is seen wearing a long leather pants with and black boots. Two elbow pads is seen on his elbow. With smirk on his face and starts walking down the ramp looking focused on the ring as he neglects the fans who were stretching their hand in hopes to touch his body. He reaches the end of the ramp and walks towards the ring apron. Damage pulls the top rope and climbs on the ring apron. He steps over the top rope with one leg and gets inside the ring. Damage walks to the center of the ring and looks at the fans of WGWF who were on their foot on seeing the untamed demon before as he raises his right hand in the air as the pyros goes on from all the corners of ring posts like a fountain. The crowd lets a huge pop in the arena. Damage removes his coolers and the Vest to handover them to stage hand as his music slowly dies. He paces to show that he is ready to dominate the match with the same smirk on his face.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage could be seen as the dark horse in this one. He’s a former WGWF Tag-Team Champion and has shown that he’s ready to destroy everyone in this match, although he has a particular interest in The Fortunate Ones.
CJJ: He should really stop making his life so difficult. Messing with The Fortunate Ones is asking for trouble.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’m pretty sure Damage has no problems asking for that.
“Break It Down” by Lil Debbie plays the venue’s interior surround systems. The audience immediately boos the young athlete coming out from the backstage area smiling at the hatred she receives. Amber stands center stage with her hands on her hips, staring out to the audience before doing a slow twirl where a spotlight shines only on her, creating the illusion of a silhouette. Once she faces the audience again, she snaps her fingers, and the lights return to normal before strutting down the aisle like on a model’s runway.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing on her way to the ring! Hailing from Boca Raton, Florida! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 143 pounds! She is “The Influence” Amber Mansley!
Amber stops before the end of the ramp, facing the ring. She looks both ways at the fans at ringside booing her. She shrugs her shoulders and then kisses the camera. She then stays there, waiting, as the rest of the wrestlers await her in the Steel Asylum.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What is Mansley waiting for?
CJJ: Are you kidding? Do you think she’s stupid enough to go in there where four wrestlers are waiting to attack her? No, Amber’s smart, she’s waiting for back-up!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Back-up is fine, except that only one person can leave with the X-Division Title tonight. That means that at some point, she and Newton will have to make a choice!
CJJ: Well, that choice isn’t now!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Finally, standing 5’10” and weighing 210 lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, here is CLYDE NEWTON!!
As “Look In My Eyes” hits on the sound system, Clyde Newton walks out of the back, pulling the black curtain out of the way. He walks to the top of the stage, hitting his signature dance to entertain the crowd, before he heads down the ramp. He joins Mansley, with the two Fortunate Ones exchanging a fist bump before they head towards the Steel Asylum. They head inside, moving to one side, as the officials quickly lock the door behind them.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Newton recently joined The Fortunate Ones, and he’d love to be the one to bring the gold back into the fold. But he’s got a lot of enemies in there, willing to do anything to deny him his escape.
CJJ: Well, they’re going to fail, aren’t they? Because The Fortunate Ones are going to hold two of the three spots at the end!
The bell rings, as the Steel Asylum has been sealed. That’s all it takes, as bedlam immediately breaks out inside!! Bull attacks Newton, Chatman goes after Mansley, and Damage grabs Lux, throwing him against the cage, as Lux tries to swing back! Everyone is brawling right out of the gate, as the crowd cheers on the violence, excited to see where it all leads. Bull slams Newton against the steel, with Newton answering with a rake of the eyes, pulling himself free. He strikes away with open palm shots to Bull, trying to slow him down. Nearby, Mansley fights to get free of Chatman, but Chatman rams her into the cage with a shoulder, causing her to slump down in pain. On the other side, Damage launches Lux into the cage again… but Lux clings to the cage like Spider-Man, and immediately starts climbing up quickly, towards the exit at the top!!
Seeing this, Damage immediately grabs onto the cage as well and shoves himself upwards, managing to grab Lux’s ankle before he can get all the way up. He yanks, causing Lux to lose his grip, falling hard back into the ring! Damage then drops back down off the cage, locking onto Lux’s legs. He begins to spin Lux around, coming dangerously close to the other competitors, before throwing him hard into the steel, sending Lux spiraling back to the mat in a lot of pain! Damage growls over him, then starts stomping away, trying to keep Lux down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage is on the warpath in there!
CJJ: He’s also an idiot! As soon as he threw Lux down, he should have kept climbing! The goal here is to escape, but he can’t help but choose violence!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage also wants to ensure that certain individuals don’t get out, CJJ, and it’s clear that Lux is one of them.
Chatman has Mansley locked up at the moment in a cobra clutch, trying to deny her any oxygen. Mansley fights, clinging to the cage, trying to find a way to bang Chatman’s head into it. But she doesn’t have to, as Newton is suddenly there, locking onto Chatman from behind and yanking him back with a reverse DDT! Mansley stumbles free, pleased, and kicks Chatman a few times, before Newton points behind her. Bull is back up, heading their way, but the two team up, kicking Bull in the gut, then taking him down with a neckbreaker/bicycle kick combination to put him on the mat. The Fortunate Ones then both focus on Bull’s legs, kicking away, trying to keep the monster on the canvas.
Seeing this, though, Damage angrily storms over, landing the Road Kill big boot to the back of Newton!! Newton goes down hard, sprawling to the side, as Mansley immediately jumps on Damage, grabbing him by the head and running up the cage, then spinning off with Verified, landing the tornado DDT into a guillotine choke!! She hangs on tight, as Damage fights against the hold, working to get back up. She laughs, hanging on tight, only to have Chatman come back and nail her with a kick, breaking the hold! He then pulls Mansley up, wanting to go Game Hunting!! But as Chatman lifts Mansley up, she’s able to grab the cage, stopping her momentum and hanging on tight!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re seeing a ton of action on one side of the steel asylum, as everyone seems to be focused on destroying their rivals!
CJJ: What’s wrong with these people?? Climb the cage! Get out! That’s all that matters!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I see one man that agrees with you, CJJ!
As the rest of the fighting continues, Xavier Lux has once again started to scale the cage, seeing no point in wasting energy fighting his way out. He climbs upwards, heading towards where the referee is waiting, clad in a safety harness to keep him safe on top of the cage. But Lux does have pursuit, as Corey Bull is using his large arms to climb the distance quickly, yanking himself upwards. Lux reaches the lip, working to propel himself through, but Bull is there now, hanging onto Lux’s trunks from behind!! Lux struggles, trying to get free, but Bull is relentless, getting a stronger grip on him. Lux appears to be yelling back at him, saying that they can both escape, but Bull has no interest in that right now, trying to drop Lux all the way down!
Lux struggles a little further up, reaching towards the referee, who just shakes his head, saying he can’t help. Bull readjusts, getting up a little further on the edge, as the wrestlers are watching from below. Lux, in frustration, kicks away at Bull, causing him to lose his foothold, hanging there above the cage. Seeing this, Lux turns himself around, throwing himself forward to get his legs around Bull’s neck. He throws himself to the side, with the weight shift enough to take Bull off, and the two come flying downwards, with Lux getting a hurricanrana that slams Bull into the canvas!!! The crowd starts chanting “Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!” as both men are down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Lux just took out Corey Bull!!
CJJ: Geez!!! Talk about turning a disadvantage into an advantage!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: But now, Lux has to make that climb all over again!
Lux maneuvers himself towards the corner, taking a breather to try and stretch out some kinks from that landing. Damage, meanwhile, has a hold of Newton, lifting him into the air and delivering a backbreaker! Newton tumbles to the side, hurting, as Damage continues to work him over with kicks and stomps. Mansley, meanwhile, has gone partially up the cage, as if to get away from Chatman. He comes after her, grabbing at her leg, but Mansley manages to kick him off. She then twists backwards off the cage, getting a variation of the CashApp Me to take Chatman down!! Chatman rolls away, stunned, as Mansley gets to her feet and immediately rushes at Damage, chopblocking him in the back of the knee!
As Damage staggers, holding his leg, Newton follows up with the Street King (USO Superkick) that puts Damage on his back! Newton staggers back, clearing his head, as Mansley comes over to him. They seem to discuss something for a moment, with Newton reaching into his back pockets and bringing something out. He hands one to Mansley, while he grabs hold of Damage, dragging him towards the cage wall. Mansley does the same with Chatman, who starts to try and pull away… but it’s too late, as Mansley locks the handcuff on him!! She then twists it and quickly secures it to the side of the cage, securing Chatman in place!!
CJJ: GENIUS!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The Fortunate Ones brought HANDCUFFS to this match??
CJJ: Hey, there’s no rule against it, and frankly, everyone should have thought of it! It’s their fault that they didn’t!
Chatman grabs at Mansley, furious, but she scrambles out of his range, laughing at him. Chatman starts yanking on the cuff, trying to break it, but it seems to be holding well. Nearby, Newton gets Damage near the cage, working to lock the handcuff onto his wrist. He does so, locking it into place, and then he calls to Mansley to give him a hand getting Damage the rest of the way. But suddenly, there’s another click, and Newton looks down in horror to see that Damage… has handcuffed himself… to Newton!!! Newton brings the handcuffs up, staring at them, as Damage gives him a menacing grin. He then grabs Newton by the arm, basically swinging him like a weapon, right into the approaching Mansley!!
Mansley falls backwards, knocked senseless, as Damage yanks Newton back into his grasp, lifting the wrestler up and giving him a chokeslam straight to the mat!! Newton’s down, but that also means he’s dead weight now, as Damage straightens up, trying to tug him along. He looks upwards at the escape hatch, presumably trying to determine if he can carry Newton with him on the way out. In the meantime, though, Lux comes leaping in, kicking at Damage! The big man catches the foot, but Lux planned on this, spinning through it and getting an enziguri that sends Damage and Newton falling backwards, right into Chatman!! The three men crash together in a tangle of limbs, as Lux pops back to his feet.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Xavier Lux is making a statement tonight!
CJJ: And that statement should be, “I’m a Fortunate One!” He needs to help out Newton! There has to be keys somewhere!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Maybe, but right now, Newton’s caught in a trap of his own making!
With everyone else down, including the recovering Bull, Lux decides to take the initiative and make another attempt at heading out. He begins climbing up the cage, only to get grabbed by Mansley. She tells him to come back down, that they have to get Newton free. She raises up a handcuff key, having carried a spare with her. Lux nods, taking the key as she puts it out to him… and then he tosses it out of the cage!! Mansley looks stunned, as Lux shrugs his shoulders, saying “Oops”. Mansley, angry, swings at him, but Lux ducks under it, grabbing her and giving her a shove right into the pile, sending her toppling over Damage and Newton!
Lux then spins and starts scaling the cage again, this time facing zero resistance as he works his way up like a mountain climber. He quickly gets to the flatter area, climbing hand over hand in his way towards the exit. Bull is finally getting up below, noting where Lux is. But seeing that he’s out of range, Bull ignores him, heading towards the rest of the wrestlers instead. Lux, meanwhile, manages to get himself up and over the lip of the escape hatch, with the referee noting that he’s now officially out.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Your first escapee from the Steel Asylum… “VENOM” XAVIER LUX!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Xavier moves on to the Ultimate X match later tonight!
CJJ: I really thought I’d be more happy about that.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hey, Lux may have a history with JMont, but he’s still out for gold here tonight, and only one person leaves with the title!
CJJ: Well, I no longer want it to be Lux…
Back inside the cage, Bull has pulled up Mansley, launching her hard back against the side of the cage. Chatman, given the opportunity, grabs her, locking in a half-sleeper to try and get some revenge on her, as Mansley struggles against the hold. Bull, meanwhile, turns to Damage and Newton, attacking them both! He slugs away at each of them, driving them back, but suddenly Damage blocks one strike, and gets a punch in with his free arm. Newton then fires off a punch of his own, and the two men start to work together, smashing Bull back with repeated shots from both sides! With Bull staggering back, Damage and Newton run backwards to get some momentum, and then charge forward, getting a double clothesline to take Bull down!
Damage and Newton stare at each other, seemingly realizing their strength right now. As Bull starts to get up, Newton gets on one side, with Damage on the other, choking Bull between the handcuffs!! Bull struggles against it, trying to lift up both men, but it’s not an easy feat with Damage on one side. Still, Bull finds a way, suddenly powering up and throwing his weight forward, launching both Damage and Newton over his shoulders!! The two men sprawl out in front of him, as Bull sags to the side, coughing and trying to clear his windpipe. He then looks upwards, contemplating the climb that he saw Lux make.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Is Bull going to make the climb?
CJJ: How? The guy is huge, I’m not sure the cage wall will hold him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, we’ll find out soon enough! There he goes!
CJJ: Damn it, Amber, get after him! No! Amber!!
The camera turns to the side, where Mansley has collapsed to the mat, having been knocked out by Chatman. He looks very annoyed, though, since he saw the key being tossed earlier. He starts working on the cuffs, trying to break them off, as Corey Bull makes the climb towards the top. It’s not an easy one by any means, as Bull is not build for a long climb like this, and yet he manages, continuing his way up. Both Damage and Newton are back up now, wanting to pursue. The problem is trying to get the timing down, as Damage grabbing higher up the cage causes Newton to get yanked from the cage, weighing him down. The two men argue, fighting to pull away from each other.
As they continue to struggle, Bull continues to make his way up, ignoring everything else. Somehow, against all odds, The Bastard makes it to the top, grabbing hold of the lip. He almost loses his grip, causing a gasp from the crowd, but manages to pull himself upwards with all his strength, making it to the safety of the top of the cage!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Your second escapee from the Steel Asylum… “THE BASTARD COREY BULL!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull and Lux are out! Only one spot’s left!
CJJ: But… but… but… Newton and Mansley…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Only one of them can escape now!
CJJ: And Amber’s down… and Clyde’s handcuffed… how does he get out first now??
Chatman is still trying furiously to break the handcuff that’s holding him, but apparently The Fortunate Ones got some cuffs from their local police connections, possibly Chris Roma, because they are not giving way. Mansley is still down, barely stirring, trying to recover from being choked out. That leaves Damage and Newton, who are now slugging each other, their brief partnership now over. Damage grabs Newton by the throat with his free hand, wanting to throw Newton down. But Newton knocks his hand away, then grabs Damage by the head, landing the Fetal Ending!!! The stunner takes Damage down, laying him out on the mat… with Newton immediately yelling out in frustration, since he’s now struggling to move Damage’s weight.
With nowhere else to turn, Newton starts dragging Damage towards the cage wall. He’s yelling out at a security guard out there, who comes over to check on him. They seem to be debating whether or not the guard’s keys would work on the standard handcuffs. Newton seems desperate, so the guard hands over his keys, and Newton starts working on them. Chatman, meanwhile, looks annoyed that he didn’t even think of that, and is yelling for another guard to come over. He gets his own keys, beginning to work through them, as it’s become a race.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Will any of the keys work? Will anyone get free?
CJJ: Honestly, we could be here all night if they don’t, so pray that one of them unlocks!
The two men are both working, with Newton twisting frantically on each key. Suddenly, it works, as the handcuff pops off his wrist! He happily pulls away from the still-dazed Damage, rubbing at his sore wrist. He turns, looking at Chatman, who is getting dangerously close to getting free as well. So Newton runs towards him, crashing into him with Brooklyn’s Finest!!! Chatman slumps to the ground, still hanging by his wrist, as Newton gets to his feet. He turns and checks on Mansley, who is still trying to recover. He seems to hesitate, then looks towards the top, knowing that two men have already escaped. He shrugs his shoulders, then walks away from Mansley, preparing for his climb.
He points upwards, taunting the fans, who are booing heavily, then does a short victory dance, knowing that he’s got this one all wrapped up. The crowd seemingly shifts, though, beginning to cheer, confusing him. He looks around, glancing behind him… and he sees a furious Damage back on his feet, still having the one handcuff hanging from his wrist!!! Newton shoots him a quick smile… then turns and runs for the cage, trying to quickly scale it!! But Damage is there, yanking Newton back down, right into his grasp, as he spins and gives the Untamed Demon’s Warcry (Jackknife powerbomb) into the canvas!!
CJJ: No!! Clyde!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damage just smashed Newton, destroying him with that move!
CJJ: C’mon, Amber, wake up already!!
Damage reaches down, picking up the keys from the ground where they fell. After a couple of attempts, he manages to take the other handcuff off, freeing his sore wrist. He then turns, as Mansley is pulling herself up, finally back in it. She sees Damage standing before her, and Newton on the ground… and immediately turns, making her way up the cage wall!! Taken off-guard, Damage follows her, rushing to get after her, as she tries to quickly make her way to the exit. She gets to the top part, trying to go hand over hand towards the lip, but Damage is there now, grabbing her by the wrist… and handcuffing her to the cage above!!! Mansley, furious, struggles against the cuff, hanging from it, as Damage works to go around her. But Mansley doesn’t let him get away with it, kicking him from behind with a swing that knocks him back to the ring floor!
Damage lands feet-first, and limps slightly after the impact, staggering around. But he looks up, still pleased with where he’s left Mansley, as she’s now just climbing up to try and save herself, shouting for someone to get her keys. Damage then turns, but Newton is back up, nailing him with a right hand that knocks Damage backwards. Newton then spins into a kick, knocking Damage against the cage wall. He poses, ready to do more… and then sees Damage straighten up, his fury extremely clear. Newton takes a step back, trying to brace himself, but Damage runs forward, tackling Newton with all his might and carrying the man backwards in a massive spear into the cage wall…. WHICH GIVES WAY!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: OH MY GOD!!!
CJJ: HOLY SHIT!!!
The wall comes down, nearly hitting some fans, but thankfully stops just short of them. Both Damage and Newton come toppling out, landing on the ground side-by-side, both stunned by the surprising impact. The referee, above, looks confused, as he didn’t have a very good view of what happened. He yells down for the referees outside to make the call, as a debate begins between them.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I thought these cages were impregnable!!
CJJ: It got pregged pretty good right there! And Newton landed first, so he’s in the Ultimate X match!
PATRICK MATHEWS: No, he didn’t! Damage was there on the roll…
CJJ: Damage caused the impact, which means that Newton left the cage first! It’s simple geometry!
The referees continue to debate, as the two men get up… with Damage immediately slugging Newton, continuing the fight!! They start to fight up the aisle, swinging wildly at each other, as the referees go to tell Memphis Belle their decision.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Ladies and gentlemen… it has been determined that BOTH Damage and Clyde Newton escaped the cage… therefore, they BOTH will move forward into the Ultimate X match!!
The crowd roars, even as security shows up, trying to break up the two men so that they can fight again later on.
PATRICK MATHEWS: So we’re going to have FOUR wrestlers in the Ultimate X match for the title!!
CJJ: That’s not right! It’s supposed to be three!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Would you rather Newton was out, CJJ?
CJJ: … Four’s good. Four’s very good.
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WINNERS VIA ESCAPE: COREY BULL, DAMAGE, XAVIER LUX, & CLYDE NEWTON
Match Time: 25:20
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What a fight, and we’ll see these wrestlers again later on! It’s a hell of a night!
People are in the ring now, with one risking himself by climbing up the cage to get Amber Mansley free. Samuel Chatman is up and looking extremely disappointed as they work on his wrist, removing him from captivity. The fight down the aisle is finally getting broken up, as we take a short break.
The scene shifts backstage to Jonathan Barrows’ office where we find him lounging in his seat looking curiously across his desk.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Sooooooooooo… let me get this right, you’ve signed up for the multi-promotion Smashed supershow event and to prepare for it you want me to provide you with…. What again?
The camera swings over showing Enchantra sitting there and her giant minion Manthing standing behind her, tree trunk size arms crossed. The crowd gives her a modest mixed pop.
ENCHANTRA: Sustasence … Nutrients… feeding.. Sacrifices. March 16th, Ser Barrows. I shall fight under the banner of WGWF and your Smash brand against the mighty warrior woman Alexandra Callaway. I must gather much strength. I must harness many attributes for my rituals to slay her in your good and just name.
Barrows does a slow head nod but is clearly not following.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Right. MMkay. About that. I am pretty sure you’re not even on the Smash brand. I think you’re on the Brawl brand. That’s something we can work out though, no problem, but the whole sacrifice stuff might be a problem. We don’t do human sacrifices here. Just because PETA sent assassins after you for sacrificing animals to harness their… whatever the hell it was… doesn’t mean you can just switch to humans.
Enchantra hisses at him through her mask which cuts him off.
ENCHANTRA: You dare insult me with your paltry musings and inability to understand basic metaphors. Sacrifices were figurative, Ser Barrows. This world isn’t like it was in my era. We killed for sport. But I understand those days are gone. Give me foes that I can take essence from when I wrestle them. I took Toddy's eyelash. I took John Blade’s hair follicle. I took Austin’s fingernail. I performed my rituals with those collections and it made me stronger and I shall need more.. More.. MORE to fight Alexandra.
Jonathan tsks at her and snaps his fingers.
JONATHAN BARROWS: Ok. So. We didn’t ask you to represent us at the Smashed supershow, so I’m under no obligation to “feed” you opponents or whatever this craziness is you’re spouting to prepare you. But you do have some idiosyncrasy about you that I can’t deny, so I’ll give Candice a call and see if we can line you up some opponents. They may not be to your liking but hey, that’s on you for showing up out of nowhere after going missing for three months. Beggars can’t be choosers.
Manthing steps forward as though he might try something on Barrows but Enchantra stands up and orders him off.
ENCHANTRA: This will suffice for now. Be well, Ser Barrows. Nox tenebrosa et plena terroribus
Barrows plays it off cool with a nod but when they exit his office he looks confused as hell.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is the result of an Open Challenge! Introducing first…
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’5” and weighing 240 lbs, from Jacksonville, Florida, here is GIDEON KING!!
"There's Only One King" begins to play, and Gideon King walks out of the back, wearing a fine robe. He throws it off, showing his powerful arms to the crowd, and he heads to the ring giving some high fives to anyone who wants them and a few who don't. He gets into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, pumped that he is going to win tonight.
PATRICK MATHEWS: King opted to make an Open Challenge for the PPV, not wanting to miss out on the event after coming so close to making the X-Division Title match. Now, he’s getting what he wanted.
CJJ: I suppose. I bet he hoped that someone like Lexi Gold would have accepted his challenge.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That seems sexist, CJJ.
CJJ: I don’t mean it like that! But I don’t think he was hoping to face a powerhouse like Ragnarok!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ahhh… you might be right about that.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And his opponent…
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’4” and weighing 276 lbs, from Baltimore, Maryland, here is RAGNAROK!!
The arena goes dark. He comes up from underneath the staging area before an explosion of fire lights the ramp up. The explosion knocks the lights back on as he stands at the top of the ramp before walking down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ragnarok announced that 2024 will be his last year. This makes the match all the more meaningful, as it might be the only time we see these two wrestlers face off.
CJJ: It’s possible… or they’ll fight a Best of 7 Series on Smash. You just never can tell!
As the bell rings, King and Ragnarok walk towards each other, considering their opponent in the center of the ring. After a few seconds, King puts his hand out, showing good sportsmanship. Ragnarok seems to think about it for a moment, before reaching out and slapping King’s hand. It’s not a handshake, but it’s not a negative gesture, either, as the two men begin to circle each other. They lock up, with Ragnarok working to push King backwards. But King fights back, and after a brief test of strength, King is able to shove Ragnarok back! Ragnarok looks surprised, as King shows off, flexing his arms. Ragnarok then nods, with the two men circling each other again.
This time, when they lock up, the pressure between them is much stronger. Suddenly, Ragnarok rears back, shoving King back several feet!! King looks stunned, looking at his arms, as Ragnarok does a mocking flex of his own. Annoyed, King comes forward, with the two men locking up a third time. This time, King turns it into a headlock, rocking down on Ragnarok’s neck. Ragnarok gets out of it by pushing King to the ropes, shoving him across. King comes running back, going into a shoulder block and hitting Ragnarok… with neither man moving. Ragnarok slaps his chest, telling King to go again, and he does so, coming back… and ducking under Ragnarok’s attempted clothesline. Ragnarok spins around, as King charges back at him, diving forward to tackle Ragnarok to the mat!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This one’s going to be a test of power and strength, and King just won that exchange!
CJJ: He tackled him, how’s that about power?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ragnarok got taken down, didn’t he?
The two wrestlers are back up now, with King in control. He gets Ragnarok into the air, delivering a snap suplex to take him over. But King doesn’t let go, spinning the legs as he brings Ragnarok back up. He gets a second snap suplex, still hanging on, showing his power. On the third run, King lifts Ragnarok up into the air, holding him there for a few extra seconds before finally suplexing him back down, smashing him into the canvas! King then stays on top, trying for the first cover of the contest…
1!!
2!!
And Ragnarok kicks out almost before the 2 count, keeping this one alive. King is immediately coming back up, getting behind Ragnarok as he gets to a sitting position. Before Ragnarok can stand up, King applies a shoulder claw submission, locking it in tightly! Ragnarok fights against the pain, completely ignoring the referee’s questions as he struggles to get himself up. King keeps the painful hold applied, even as Ragnarok starts to rise. He finally releases it when Ragnarok sends an elbow into his gut, knocking him away. Ragnarok then spins around, trying to go for King, only to get floored by a dropkick!
PATRICK MATHEWS: King is really showing off his wrestling skills early on in this one.
CJJ: I haven’t seen a shoulder claw submission in forever. Who’s his trainer, Sal Bandini?
As Ragnarok gets back up, King’s right there, locking onto him. He sends Ragnarok running into the corner, landing back-first against the turnbuckle. King then charges in, going for a running European uppercut, but Ragnarok slips out of the way in time. He then catches King on the rebound, picking him up and landing a spinning suplex! King rolls away in pain, as Ragnarok uses the moment to get his bearings back. He stands up, heading over to where King is climbing up on the ropes, only to lock him up from behind and lift, taking him over with a German bridge suplex!! Ragnarok hangs on, careful to keep his own shoulder up for the pin attempt…
1!!
2!!
And King gets himself free, avoiding the loss. Both men pop up, but King goes right back down again as Ragnarok launches into a roundhouse kick, snapping King to the canvas! Ragnarok then stands over King, waiting as the man rises, to apply a sleeper hold!! King kicks frantically, trying to pull free, as Ragnarok shakes his head, telling him just to go to sleep. But King fights against it still, pulling both men around the ring. He then starts to put his hands between Ragnarok’s arms… starting to pry them open! Ragnarok, his eyes widening, opts to just headbutt King from behind, knocking him to the ground and avoiding the ‘break’.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ragnarok has the experience edge for sure in this one.
CJJ: Sure, but don’t forget, he’s also the most experienced in dealing with Odin and Thor!
PATRICK MATHEWS: … What?
CJJ: The smart guys at home get it.
Ragnarok has King back up now, taking him over towards the corner. He lifts King up, positioning him upside-down in the corner in the Tree of Woe! King hangs there, trapped, as Ragnarok walks away, pointing behind him. He then runs forward, going for a big boot, but King raises himself up at the last second, and Ragnarok only kicks the turnbuckle!! He limps away, hurting, as King manages to free himself, flipping back into the ring. He turns, catching the staggering Ragnarok and lifting him into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!!! Ragnarok bounces away, his spine on fire, with King following to make the cover, hanging on…
1!!
2!!
TH-and Ragnarok kicks out! King shakes his head in disappointment, but controls his emotions, getting up and bringing Ragnarok with him. He gets Ragnarok onto his shoulder, twisting him around and running forward to deliver a dominating powerslam!! The crowd pops at that one, as King makes the cover again…
1!!
2!!
TH-but Ragnarok kicks out again, causing King to smack the mat with a bit of frustration.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re starting to see some of that inexperience, as King is getting a little frustrated with not putting Ragnarok away.
CJJ: You have to get used to the fact that these guys are superior athletes. Normal people would already be going to the hospital right now, but WGWF wrestlers can keep fighting forward!
Both wrestlers are back up now, with King determined to put this one away. He grabs hold of Ragnarok, lifting him onto his shoulders, wanting to go for Checkmate (GTS)!! But Ragnarok is still too strong for that, fighting his way free. He gets behind the startled King, catching him in a full nelson hold! King struggles against the submission, desperate to get free, as the referee moves around them, checking for a tap-out. Ragnarok wrenches King back and forth, wanting this to be it, but King refuses to give up. He fights, trying to break the hold, but he doesn’t have the leverage. Ragnarok smirks, knowing that he’s got him, only for King to drive both men back into the corner, slamming them into the turnbuckle! A second ram causes the hold to break, with King spinning around and swinging at Ragnarok… only for Ragnarok to catch him with his arm outstretched, slamming him down out of the corner!! Ragnarok then makes the cover…
1!!
2!!
THR-But King shoots the shoulder up, staying alive! Ragnarok gets up, backing away, as King fights to his feet. Ragnarok lets him expend the energy, before rushing forward, nailing King with a running forearm strike! King’s down near the ropes, as Ragnarok heads out onto the apron. He positions himself near King, lining it up, before springing himself upwards… and coming down with a frog splash onto the younger wrestler!! It’s a direct hit, with Ragnarok taking a moment to recover before managing to make the full pin…
1!!
2!!
THR-NO! King kicks out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Now it’s Ragnarok’s turn to try not to get frustrated…
CJJ: It can be hard on a wrestler’s psyche to hit a big move and find it’s not enough. But Ragnarok’s been here plenty of times before.
Ragnarok gets up, calling for this one to be over. He grabs hold of King on the way up, setting him into position for the Bone Crusher!! But as Ragnarok starts to lift for the first powerbomb, King blocks it, hanging onto his legs. Ragnarok tries again, but again King blocks it… and then lifts Ragnarok up instead, holding him by the legs!! Ragnarok struggles, but King snaps him back down, sending Ragnarok crashing hard onto his back!! King then staggers to the side, grabbing hold of the ropes to steady himself. He shakes his head clear, and then steps forward towards the recovering Ragnarok, picking him up from behind and landing a slow angled suplex, planting him on the canvas!
1!!
2!!
And Ragnarok gets free! The two men pull themselves up, with King staggering Ragnarok with an uppercut. He then gets under Ragnarok, once again lifting him up into Checkmate!! But Ragnarok again fights free, landing a few elbow shots, landing on his feet. King spins, grabbing Ragnarok by the head, as if to try for a neckbreaker, but Ragnarok blocks it, stopping King in his tracks. He then boots King in the gut… and gets him up for the Bone Crusher!!! King can’t block it this time, as Ragnarok lands successive powerbombs, before holding King down for the final one…
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2!!
THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: RAGNAROK
Match Time: 9:16
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PATRICK MATHEWS: A big victory for Ragnarok, as he continues on his push to make it to the top this year!
CJJ: Damn, I thought King had him a couple of times there, but he just couldn’t stop from going for his finisher. Sometimes, you have to try something else!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Indeed. But it was a hell of a match from young Gideon King, and I suspect he’ll be back here at the next big show, ready to display all that he’s learned!
Ragnarok gets his hand raised, looking back at where Gideon King is trying to pull himself together, looking depressed. Ragnarok opts to let him have the ring, stepping through the ropes and heading to the back, basking in victory. We cut away.
The picture comes back to show us a special luxury suite here at the Wells Fargo Arena. The camera is shooting from a long distance away, showing the individuals sitting there in the booth: Tristan Slater and the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, Mac Bane! The crowd, seeing them pop up on the Tron, immediately start booing, but Tristan and Mac barely seem to notice, continuing to talk and laugh as they enjoy the evening.
CJJ: The World Champion is here, getting to watch an excellent night of action from the best suite in the arena!
PATRICK MATHEWS: There’s a lot of controversy about how Bane won the World Title from Cholo last week at First Dance.
CJJ: Yeah, and you know who’s not worrying about that ‘controversy’? Those guys!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, I hope Mac enjoys tonight, because I know he’s going to have to meet Cholo again at the Denzel Porter Invitational soon enough!
CJJ: Yep… but until that match includes a Smash superstar, I’m not worrying about it. Let’s get back to the fighters that matter tonight!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Don’t let Mac and Tristan hear you say that.
The two men continue to sit back and relax in the comfort of their private suite, as we cut back to ringside.
PATRICK MATHEWS: CeeeJ, has it been a night so far or what?
CJJ: I’ll say this Matthews you aren’t right very much especially compared to I, but when you are sir YOU ARE DEAD ON! SMASH really is the best!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Indeed it is, and now it’s time for the good to get better…Well that may be a poor choice of words because what we are fixing to watch may be later described by a great number of things, but good may not be among them! Because this next one ladies and gentlemen aint about gold belts, it isn’t about athletic competition, it’s about
CJJ: HATRED!!! SWEET, SEXY, BLOOD AND GUTS HATRED!!! And screw that Matthews from our vantage point this is definitely going to be a good one, because who doesn’t like watching two dudes who literally CANNOT stand one another go at it toe to toe on a stage such as the one we find set before us at this very moment?
PATRICK MATHEWS: WOW…man that was like DEEP FOR YOU…Usually you’re a puddle, and that one was like way more WALMART kiddie pool!
CJJ: Even a broken clock is right twice a day my man!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Indeed it is! But ladies and gentlemen this whole thing began over the heavy and obvious fan favorite FPV being named MAN OF THE YEAR by the city of NEW ORLEANS. And well the man we’ve all come to know as Jestyr Seryous took exception to that being from The Big Easy himself…
CJJ: Yup, now throw in a literal ASS LOAD of insults, some thrown punches, and quite a few drops of blood and here we are! It’s been months these two have been going back and fourth and well the time to settle this issue is finally upon them! Both men are looking to further their position here on SMASH, but neither man will be able to move past this until one of them is put down, and when you consider the two we are speaking of…This one is going to be a FIGHT ladies and gentlemen! If ya got kids cover their eyes or put them lil rascals to bed because this one aint gunna be pretty!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah a few weeks ago when Seryous had FPV arrested for assault and battery after luring FPV away from the arena so that he could be arrested on such a BOGUS charge was the minute this thing got serious no pun intended because the shit storm PR nightmare that came from that has caused all the talk of FPV’s Man of the YEAR award to all but vanish…Ladies and gentlemen this thing is PERSONAL, both men would probably rather seriously injure themselves and anyone else before they gave a single inch to the other. Tonight at LAST CHANCE ladies and gentlemen we aren’t bringing you a wrestling match, hell it’s not even a grudge match…WHat we are fixing to watch is going to be an
CJJ: ALL OUT WAR SUCKASSSSS!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: STOP DOING THAT!!!
CJJ: Doin what?
PATRICK MATHEWS: FINISHING MY SENTENCES FOR ME!!!
CJJ: But…But I thought we were best buds?
PATRICK MATHEWS: We aren’t THOSE KIND OF BEST BUDS!!! GOD YOU ARE THE WORST!!!
CJJ: Nu-UH!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sweet BABY JESUS can we get this show on the friggin road or what???
Seryous smiles even claps as FPV enters the ring. FPV has a cool, calm, and collected look on his face as he climbs in the ring, walking right passed Jestyr like he aint even there. FPV walks over to the turnbuckles on the opposite side of the ring and climbs up tot he second turnbuckle posing for the sold out capacity crowd. FPV then hops down and the main lights shine down on the ring as the ref begins checking both competitors for illegal objects. Well it would be both competitors if he could ever get finished with Jestyr. We see brand new ref Toby Maddox patting down Jestyr Seryous, we see him reach into his knee pads pulling out two pairs of brass knuckles. Toby then checks Jestyr’s boots and removes a miniature black wooden baseball bat. He holds it up so Jestyr can see, as Jestyr looks at him and just SHRUGS hittin him with HoW DiD THaT GeT IN THeRe RoUTiNe…A CLASSIC!!! Poor young Maddox keeps checking and keeps removing so…so many illegal items from Jestyr’s pockets, pads, and practically everything else he has on. FPV shakes his head as young Toby Maddox finally concludes his search and has so many various objects that can be used as weapons in his hands he needs help from the ring announcer to help him remove it from the ring. Toby then looks up at Jestyr and shakes his head as he goes to ring the bell, but before he is able to do so Jestyr points at FPV.
FPV tilts his head back as we see him mouth the words..ME? Jestyr walks right by young Toby Maddox almost shoving him out of the way as he tells FPV to lift his boots up so he can check him for illegal contraband. Jestyr checks FPV’s right boot, then left boot…Then right elbow pad…and then the…UH OH WHATS THIS? Yestyr checks FPV’s left elbow pad and removes a pair of brass knuckles of his own, as the entire arena lets out a very large POP that visibly IRRITATES the shit out of Jestyr SeRyoUS. HE walks over and slams the brass knuckles into ref Toby Maddox’s chest. Toby quickly slides the knux into his pocket and then finally ring the bell and the entire arena pops as Jestyr and FPV begin to circle one another until they eventually lock horns as the crowd is on their feet and roaring as loudly as they have all night to see this one!
PATRICK MATHEWS:AND HERRRRREEEE WE GO LADIES AND GENTLEMEN this one is officially underway!
CJJ: I’ll bet you the rest of that TUNA SAMMICH SeRyOuS BLEEDS FIRST!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: OK..WAIT NO, cause if I win, what do I get?
CJJ: The rest of your tuna sandwich dummy!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I really cannot believe you sat down in a room with someone and interviewed for this job, and they were like YEAH let’s put this space cadet on TV!!!
CJJ: Stop Matthews I haven’t been back to space in like the longest!
Jestyr and FPV are locked up both doing any and everything they can to try and gain the better position but neither will give way to the other. Eventually FPV and Jestyr go hurling backwards into the corner. FPV gets the better of it as Jestyr’s back slams against the padded steel of the turnbuckles but neither man has let go. Toby Maddox then immediately calls for these men to break it up. Before Toby can even begin his count, FPV lets go and backs away holding his hands in the air. Jestyr sees this as an opportunity for a cheap shot as he goes to pull his hand back but instead takes his right palm and sends it flying into FPV’s face pie facing him, as the entire crowd begin massively booing as Jestyr turns around and makes a jerking off motiuon with his hands to the crowd as FPV looks down and then back up at Jestyr scoffing. FPV’s posie isn’t broken in the least as he is all smiles as he dares Jestyr to come at him. Jestyr is more than happy to oblige as he comes bursting out of the corner, only to be immediately sent down to the canvas flat on his back as FPV perfectly anticipated Jestyr’s move nailing him with a beautiful Japanese style arm drag.
Jestyr’s back smacks the canvas but he is quickly able to regain his footing as he once again goes charging at FPV, who was once again ready for him, quickly nailing him with a European uppercut, then grabbing the clown’s arm and whipping him to the ropes. Jestyr hits the ropes and comes back around as FPV leap frogs over him Jestyr bounces off the ropes almost immediately being caught right in the bridge of his nose with a leaping back elbow by FPV that causes the crowd to ERUPTTTTTT, as they all begin chanting
FPV
FPV
FPV
CJJ: Man do these fans love this friggin guy or what?
PATRICK MATHEWS: What’s not to like? FPV has been doing this for years, he is the definition of a PRO! And we are more than proud to have a man of his calibur here with us on the SMASH BRAND!
CJJ: WHat about his opponent?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well I’ll say this, I can’t say I or any of these fans really care for him too much, but FPV would be a fool to let his guard down even for a moment!
FPV feeding off the energy of the crowd shoots back up to his feet and catches Seryous right in the face with a stiff boot. Jestyr falls backwards as FPV leans in grabbing Seryous by his arm and yanking him up to his feet, FPV pulls in Seryous and locks his arms around the clown’s waist then plants his legs and sends Jestyr flying over his head with a textbook overhead belly to belly suplex. Jestyr’s back smacks the canvas hard, but he lands close enough to the ropes he is able to slide to the outside. FPV in the ring is asking Jestyr where he is going and Jestyr just says something he isn’t allowed to say on TV. FPV dares him to get back in the ring but Jestyr is demanding FPV stay back and allow him to get back in the ring. We can hear him yelling…WHAT ABOUT THE RULEZ FRANKIE?...WHAT ABOUT THE RULEZ?
FPV rolls his eyes as Jestyr calls the ref over to the corner as he lifts himself up on the ring apron. The ref rolls his eyes as well as he walks over as Jestyr pulls him close and grabs the back of his own head motioning that FPV pulled his hair as the crowd lets out a thunderous chorus of boos at Jestyr for his foolish stalling. As Jestyr and the ref bicker over literally nothing FPV has had enough and he walks over and grabs Jestyr by his blue hair and yanks him over the top rope sending him crashing down onto the canvas. The fans let out another roar as FPV goes to pick Seryous up by his neck, but Seryous takes advantage by slamming his middle finger into FPV’s right eye. FPV stumbles backwards clutching his eye as the ref gives Jestyr a very stern warning. Jestyr is now up to one knee rares back and slams his fist into FPV’s stomach causing FPV to double over in pain as Jestyr rises to his feet grabs FPV around the waist and lifts him into the air and drops him down stomach first across his knee with a gut buster. The fans aren’t liking this shit at all as the announcers can barley be heard over the booing.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think this is the part where I get to tell ya I told ya SO!
CJJ: He is a sneaky bastard that John..Jestyr Seryous…BOTH OF EM WHATEVER!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And now the tables have turned and FPV just may very well be in an entire world of trouble!
CJJ: Guess we’ll find out just how resilient this hero actually is!
Jestyr then stands up laughing as he grabs FPV by his hair and pulls him into the corner resting FPV back first against the bottom turnbuckle. Jestyr then grabs the top rope and slides his boot across FPV’s face…Then he does it again, and again…and then another time…Followed by YUP, ONE MORE. Jestyr then backs up and does the Hulk Hogan ear thing, as he turns around and runs towards FPV slamming his boot across his face for the final part of his trademark FaCe FiXxXeR face wash. Jestyr hangs over the top rope grinning at the fans who are all yelling curses and obscenities at him. Jestyr then turns around and grabs FPV by his hair once more and pulls him up to his feet and shoves him into the turnbuckle and hammers FPV with a stiff forearm shot. Jestyr goes down to pick FPV up and attempt to place him on the top turnbuckle but before Jestyr can get a firm grip FPV is able to come alive with a sudden jumping knee that catches Jestyr right in the chin. FPV then quickly pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle grabs Jestyr’s head tucks it underneath his arm and then pushes off the ropes swinging around FPV DRILLS JESTYR SERYOUS INTO THE CANVAS WITH A BEAUTIFUL TORNADO DDT! The moment Jestyr’s head impacts the canvas the fans let out a huge pop as FPV quickly hurries up and rolls Jestyr over and hooks his leg as the ref drops down and counts
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..KICKOUT!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: FPV tried to put this one away early but it looks like it is gunna take a bit more than that to keep SeRyOu$ down!
CJJ: Well duh, I mean he is one SeRyOuS dude Pat!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I won’t even dignify that with a response!
CJJ: Cept for that one…OBVIOUSLY!!!
FPV and Jestyr are both trying to get back to their feet, FPV is up just half a step quicker, as he moves towards Jestyr who has just made it back to a standing base himself. FPV goes to grab him but Jestyr quickly wraps his hands around Frankie’s head and drops to his knees driving FPV’s chin into the back of his head with a jawbreaker. FPV staggers ackwards as Seryous gets to his feet and runs at FPV taking him clean off his feet with a nasty SPEAR! Jestyr got every bit of that one as FPV’s back smacks the canvas as Jestyr falls ontop of FPV and goes for a cover of his own
.1
..2
…KICKOUT!!!
Jestyr sits up and looks at the ref shaking his head, but then quickly turns and hammers FPV on the side of the head with a few stiff forearm shots. Jestyr then pulls himself and FPV up to their feet. Jestyr immediately thrusts FPV’s head in between his legs, grabs him by his waist and lifts him into the air and DRILLS HIM into the turnbuckle pads with a POWERBOMB! FPV’s back makes a loud thud as his back impacts the padded steel. The fans let out a brief gasp, as Jestyr presses his advantage by grabbing the top rope and using it for leverage as he begins stomping FPV repeatedly in the chest until he slumps down into the corner. Jestyr then takes his boot leans down and presses it against FPV’s throat choking him. Young ref Toby Maddox IMMEDIATELY calls for Jestyr to stop, but of course he doesn’t listen. SO Maddox begins his four count and makes it to 4 when Jestyr finally relents.
Jestyr acts like he is going to backhand Maddox as he then turns around as FPV musters enough strength to fire a boot into Jestyr’s midsection. But Jestyr comes firing back hammering him with forearm shots. Jestyr yanks FPV up by his neck once more as he pulls him towards the middle of the ring putting him in position for another powerbomb. He lifts FPV up by his waist, but astonishingly FPV is able to BLAST Jestyr in the face while in mid-air as he wraps his legs around Jestyr’s head and sends Jestyr flying towards the canvas back first as FPV hits one of his signature
PATRICK MATHEWS:FRANKY-STEINER!!!! WHAT A COUNTER THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!
CJJ: Wait…What did you just call that move?
PATRICK MATHEWS:Um, a FRANKYSTEINER?
CJJ: That’s not what it’s called Patrick, aren’t you supposed to be the expert out here?
PATRICK MATHEWS: It is when FPV does it!
CJJ: I’m sure it is, however I think our brothers south of the border would appreciate it if we referred to that move by the name it was originally given to it by them. It’s called a HAKUNNAMATTA…My pronunciation may be off a tad!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Or YOU MISSED THE MARK BY A FRIGGIN CONTINENT! That is not what it’s called. HakunnaMatta means NO WORRIES you imbecile!
CJJ: NO…there is no way that’s what that means!
PATRICK MATHEWS: YES…Yes there is they wrote a SONG ABOUT IT AND EVERYTHING!
CJJ: Yeah…It’s our PROBLEM FREE…PHI-LO-SOFEEEEE HUNNAKAHNRANNA!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: CJJ…I seriously HATE YOU!!!
Jestyr is scrambling to get back to his feet but the moment he makes it to a standing base FPV comes running and sends Jestyr SeRyoUS crashing back down onto the mat with a Dean Malenko esq leg lariat. FPV now presses his advantage as he grabs Jestryr by his arm and yanks him up to his feet. Once again the moment Jestyr is on his feet FPV sends him back down to the canvas nailing him with a stiff knife edge chop that draws the typical corresponding
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OnlyFPV doesn’t let go of Jestyr’s arm, instead he yanks Jestyr up once more and another knife edge chop
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
FPV still holding on yanks Jestyr up by his arm once more and then chops Jestyr so hard some of the buttons fly off of his suit. FPV then yanks Jestyr to his feet once again this time nailing a quick back elbow before throwing Jestyr to the ropes. Jestyr’s back smacks the ropes and comes running back at FPV who slightly bends grabbing Jestyr by his waist and spinning him around in the air and then FPV drops Jestyr back first across his extended knee with a BRILLIANT TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!! The fans let out an enormous pop as FPV drops down hooking Jestyr’s leg as Toby Maddox drops down to make the count
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…THR NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Jestyr gets the shoulder up just in the knick as FPV is holding up three fingers asking the ref if he's sure. FPV then decks Jestyr with a few forearm shots of his own pulling them both up to their feet. FPV pulls Jestyr back towards the center of the ring as he hooks his arm over his head, grabs Jestyr by his pants and lifts him into the canvas and then F’N DRILLZ Jestyr head first into the canvas with a BRAIN BUSTER! FPV shoots up and he gets the crowd rocking. He walks over and almost goes to roll him over but instead he looks in the direction of Jestyr’s legs as he points to them to the crowd’s delight. FPV walks over and grabs Jestyr by his ankle and turns him over and has him locked in an ANKLE LOCK SUBMISSION!!! The white in Jestyr’s eyes seem to outshine the black painted areas around his eyes as they are practically bulging out of his skull as he is in a world of pain!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: FPV WAS ABLE TO DEFINITELY SWING THIS ONE BACK IN HIS FAVOR AND HE’S GOT THE CLOWN IN AN ANKLE LOCK!!
CJJ: And homeboy is nowhere NEAR THE ROPES! Jestyr better figure out something and he had better do it quick or this one is OVER!!
PATRICK MATHEWS:And would you listen to these fans all screaming, BEGGING Jestyr to tap out!
CJJ: Well I can say one thing about Mr. SeRyOu$, he is one stubborn bastard, he is refusing to tap out despite the immense amount of pain he is obviously in!
Jestyr attempts to grab for the ropes but FPV is able to strengthen his grip and pull Jestyr even further away then he was before. Jestyr pushes himself up as FPV continues to apply the pressure. The fans are all on their feet, but Jestyr makes one last ditch effort and uses everything he’s got and he is able to shift his body weight forward rolling sending FPV flying forward as he was not expecting the clown to go for that counter. FPV goes flying head first towards the corner…where ref Toby Maddox was standing. FPV is almost able to catch himself but Jestyr was able to quickly scurry back to his feet and he takes his boot and puts it to FPV’s rear end and sends him flying forward to where FPV’s shoulder goes flying into Toby’s midsection in the turnbuckles. Jestyr runs up behind them and is able to reach into Toby’s pocket and lifts the pair of brass knuckles Toby Maddox confiscated from FPV before the bell rang. Only Jestyr sees that Toby is still conscious so in an odd move Jestyr falls back onto the ground and waits for FPV to stand and turn around and then Jestyr tosses FPV the brass knuckles and FPV catches them. By the time FPV is able to look at his hands and see what it is he caught he turns and looks in the ref’s direction who is back to his feet now clutching his stomach. The ref looks at Jestyr down on the ground clutching his cheek and then looks at FPV holding the brass knuckles. Toby quickly checks his pockets only to discover they are no longer there. He then looks at FPV with an angry face as FPV begins to plead with the ref trying to explain what really happened as the fans erupt in a chorus of boos…Especially after young ref Toby Maddox elects to call for the bell and end this match DQ’ing FPV!
BULLSHIT
BULLSHIT
BULLSHIT
PATRICK MATHEWS: WHAT A DIRTY BASTARD!
CJJ: Or a clever one…Depending on your point of view!
Patrick Matthews: NO THIS ISN’T RIGHT! This match shouldn’t end like this! These fans here aint havin it either listen to them!
CJJ: Well FPV is the stickler for the rules and well if you use illegal objects while the match is taking place the odds of it all ending in DQ dramatically increases!
PATRICK MATHEWS: HE DIDN’T JESTYR picked the ref’s pocket right after HE CAUSED FPV and the ref to collide!
CJJ: That’s not what I saw or the ref and the only pair of eyes that matter in this building are his!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well I’m inclined to agree with the fans on this one because forgive my language ladies and gentlemen but this is BULLSHIT!!!
CJJ: PATRICK MATTHEWS! LANGUAGE SIR! UH-OH YOU HEAR THAT MATTHEWS? HERE COMES THE BOSS perhaps he shares your opinion on the matter!
“WITHOUT TEMPTATION” blares over the PA system as every ass leaves its seat and all attention is on the ramp way as THE MAN IN CHARGE casually walks out on stage with a sly smile on his face and mic in hand. Camera then quickly cuts down to the ring where Jestyr was heading up the entrance ramp laughing his head off, but that all vanishes the moment Barrows’ music hits and he like everyone else turns and looks towards the entrance ramp as does FPV who is in the ring looking very disappointed. Camera then cuts back to Barrows who then holds his hands up calling for the music to be cut.
Jonathan Barrows: I was in the back tending to some business, and I heard all the commotion out here and well once I saw what happened I honestly have to say I was compelled to do something about it! Jestyr I heard you asking FPV “WHAT ABOUT THE RULES?” And well perhaps we should have done this from the beginning, but this is the first SMASH pay per view so we are doing it now, because as of right now this match is being RESTARTED, and you won’t have to worry about the rules because THERE WON’T BE ANY! Mr. Maddox ring the bell and let’s see this one finished properly, because this is how we do business on THE SMASH BRAND! YALL ENJOY PHILLY!!!
Camera then immediately cuts back to ringside where we see FPV smiling and clapping as Jestyr SeRyOuS is 12 different kinds of pissed off, as the bell sounds. Jestyr then runs and slides back into the ring and the fans are on their feet screaming their heads off as Jestyr gets to his feet and he and FPV start hammering each other with closed fists.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I knew I liked that Jonathan Barrows!
CJJ: Well I mean you can’t argue with his logic! This is our first PPV after all, and well we all deserve to see this one end properly!
PATRICK MATHEWS:AND HERE THEY GO!
CJJ: FISTS ARE FLYING THIS IS MUCH MUCH BETTER THANK YOU BOSS MAN!!!
Jestyr and FPV are still in the ring trading blows as FPV hits Jestyr with a knee lift allowing him to grab Jestyr by the collar of his suit and the back of his pants FPV then runs forward sending Jestyr flying over the top rope smacking the ground hard on the outside. FPV holds his hand up as the Philly fans respond in kind
FPV
FPV
FPV
They chant as FPV waits a moment for Jestyr to climb to his feet. FPV then hits the ropes on the far side comes running towards Jestyr as he leaps through the middle rope sending JEstyr and himself crashing back down onto the floor with a SUICIDE DIVE! Both crash and burn onto the ground in front of them directly in front of the announce tables. FPV landed on top of Jestyr so he was able to make it back up to his feet first. He grabs Jestyr by his arm and yanks him to his feet. He goes to IRISH WHIP Jestyr into the steel ring steps but Jestyr is able to reverse it and instead sends FPV crashing knee first into the unforgiving steel. It makes a loud thud as FPV immediately falls back clutching at his knee as Jestyr then begins to savagely stomp on the downed FPV. Jestyr pulls him up, scoops FPV into his arms, walks over to the guardrail and drops him neck first into the guardrail. Jestyr then turns around and his eyes lock onto the time keeper’s table where all of his no longer ILLEGAL OBJECTS are being held.
But the fans let out a roar when FPV somehow wills himself back up to his feet but is noticeably limping. Jestyr makes it over to the table and starts looking through his collection of small weapons, but decides to shove the Timekeeper out of his chair and he immediately begins to start folding up the steel chair. And the moment Jestyr has it folded up, he turns around and
!!!!!!BAM!!!!!!
FPV drop kicks the chair directly into Jestyr’s face much to the sold out PHILLY crowd’s delight! FPV quickly gets to his feet wincing in pain still clutching at his knee as he musters the strength to once again stand. He pulls Jestyr up by his hair and slams his head into the steel guardrail, FPV then points to the steel ringsteps on the opposite side and FPV drags Jestyr over and slams JEstyr head first into the steel ring steps. Jestyr clutches at his face and once FPV pulls his hands away from his face we see Jestyr is now sporting a brand new crimson mask as blood begins to trickle down from his forehead!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well that didn’t take long!
CJJ: Well no it may not be the most shocking thing we’ve heard this evening, but you can’t say you are surprised. The moment it was announced that this match was to be governed under NO DQ it was only a matter of time before one of these two busted the other one open. That’s what I call sweet sexy HATRED!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: FPV does seem rather fired up tonight, but he made a promise to his fans at the last SMASH that he was going to fight and defeat Jestyr the right way! But given that the circumstances have changed will FPV allow himself to lose his temper and go searching under the ring for his kendo stick?
CJJ: Jestyr had better SeRyOuSLy hope not…HA see what I did there? BRO I’M FRIGGIN HILARIOUS!!!
Jestyr attempts a wild HAYMAKER but FPV is able to duck right underneath it and the moment Jestyr shows his back to FPV, FPV quickly locks Jestyr in a cobra clutch, FPV then runs straight forward and then leaps into the air driving Jestyr face down on the outside with his signature cobra clutch bulldog he calls the COBRA CLUTCH HOLD! FPV then stands up on his feet and immediately walks over to the Spanish announce table and demands they get out of his way as he immediately begins to do what he can to clear the Spanish Announce’s Table of all monitors and other clutter much to the fans delight! Jestyr waits for FPV to turn around and we see Jestyr was able to grab something off the table as he quickly opens a bag of powder and blows it into FPV’s face! The fans reaction quickly turns to boo’s as Jestyr then waits for FPV to turn around as Jestyr dives and slams his forearm into the back of FPV’s knee he has been limping on with a dirty ass chopblock!
Jestyr then picks FPV up grabs him by his side and then winks into the camera as he swiftly and sternly sends himself and FPV flying head first towards the ring steps. It was a side Russian leg sweep that caused FPV to hit the crown of his head into the steel ring steps. Jestyr then quickly gerts back to his feet and walks over and grabs the chair FPV kicked into his face a few moments ago. He walks right over to FPV lifts the chair over his head and slams it down into FPV’s knee cap!
Jestyr then lifts the chair once more and slams it down onto FPV’s kneecap once more as FPV screams out in pain. Jestyr then takes the chair in both hands and then drives the curved top of the chair right into FPV’s knee once more. JEstyr then takes a step back and throws the chair into FPV’s face as the crowd boos and Toby Maddox looks concerned but is able to do nothing. Jestyr then with a wild look in his eyes returns to the Spanish Announce table and once again forces those poor announcers from their seats and continues clearing the table just as FPV was doing.
CJJ: Uhhhh ohhh something tells me this shit is about to get bowling shoe ugly!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Finally you said something that was idiotic! But yeah I think things were always gunna get worse before they got better between these two!
CJJ: Damn straight Matthews! I’m not sure what this is all gunna come down to, but one thing I think we all know we can count on is CHAOS…Sweet, beautiful, messy ass CHAOS BABY!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Jestyr had better turn around because some how FPV has once again will’d himself back up to his feet, but the damage Jestyr has done to his knee is now worse as we can see FPV wencing in pain with every step!
Jestyr pulls the last monitor and then flips the top off the announce table and goes to turn around but before he is able to FPV runs up and BLASTS JESTYR with a DISCUS ROARING ELBOW SMASH! The elbow clocks Jestyr in the back of the head causing him to double over as FPV slams Jestyr’s head into the top of the table and then quickly bends over grabbing Jestyr by his arm and leg and lifting him into the air and FPV sends Jestyr SeRyOuS CRASHING THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE WITH HIS TRADEMARK FINISHER…
PATRICK MATHEWS: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY FPV WITH A FRANKLE-SLAM ON JESTYR SERYOUS THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! AND THE FANS HAVE ALMOST BLOWN THE ROOF OFF THIS PLACE!!!
CJJ:Yeah, but while yall all cheer like little girls you are all overlooking the simple fact that this is a NO DQ match not a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH! SO now Jestyr is out cold and the only way this ends is if FPV can get him back in the ring to pin him!
What was the Spanish announce table is now in shambles as every speck of white face paint on Jestyr’s face has given way to his now crimson mask. FPV once again wills himself to his feet still favoring that knee. FPV leans over and pulls Jestyr to his feet he brings him back towards the ring but before he rolls him back in the ring so he can pin him, FPV hooks Jestyr once again and this time gives Jestyr a FRANKLE-SLAM right onto the “HaRDe$T PaRT oF THe RING!!!” FPV then shoves Jestyr back inside the ring, and goes to climb in himself, but sees the chair Jestyr used on his knee a few moments ago and a mad twinkle can be seen in his eye as he walks over grabs the chair and throws it back into the ring as FPV rolls under the bottom rope.
We see the ref checking on Jestyr Seryous as FPV gets to his feet picking the chair up. The ref still has his brass knux on his fingers to make sure he wouldn’t lose them this time, but when FPV shoves him out of the way as Jestyr was finally able to make it up to both knees the knuckles fall to the canvas seemingly unnoticed by anyone in the ring. FPV steel chair in hand raises it above his head as Jestyr looks up at him with blood pouring down his face as he starts to laugh maniacally! And we see him mouth the words TOLD YA SO FRANKIE!! FPV goes to swing the steel into Jestyr’s skull but stops himself mid swing and takes a look at all of the fans that have supported him through the years literally begging him to use the chair. FPV takes a moment to consider it and he tosses the chair to the side as the fans let out a pop!
CJJ: K see I thought the clown was supposed to be the crazy ONE WTF IS HE FRICKEN DOIN???
PATRICK MATHEWS:BEING BETTER! Because the only way to be better Ceej IS TO BE BETTER MY MAN!
CJJ: Uhh that’s dumb, because he could have put this thing away at least three times now, but instead chose to go the honor route and what’s that gotten him?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait, Jestyr just reached for something?!?
CJJ:For what?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I DON’T KNOW I DIDN’T SEE LOOK OUT FRANKIE!!!
The moment FPV turns around Jestyr had grabbed the fallen brass knuckles slipped them on, rared back and slammed his fist right into FPV’s crotch! FPV’s eyes bulge wide as Jestyr stands up grabs FPV by his head and drives him into the canvas with a X-FACTOR! The fans are booing mercilessly as Jestyr then backs into the corner and waits for FPV to stir. Eventually FPV tries to once again heroically push himself back up to his feet but Jestyr SeRyOuS comes running out of the corner jumping in the air taking the back of his boot and using it to ram FPV’s face into the canvas with his CURB STOMP FINISHER HE REFERS TO AS
CJJ: BED TIME STORY!!!! JESTYR SERYOUS JUST DRILLED FPV’s HEAD INTO THE MAT WITH THE BED TIME STORY AND I THINK IT JUST MAY BE NIGHT NIGHT FOR FPV!!
PATRICK MATHEWS:NO IT CAN’T END LIKE THIS!!!
Maddox drops down to make count as Jestyr immediately jumped on him to make the cover
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…3
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
The roof almost blows off the WELLS FARGO ARENA IN PHILLY when Jestyr sits up and runs his hands through his hair as he turns around holding up three fingers as young Maddox assures him it was 2 by the narrowest of margins. Jestyr then turns his attention back to FPV as Jestyr backs into the corner and pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle. FPV once again like the gusty dude he is is trying to desperately will himself back to his feet, and the moment his arms are able to slightly push him off the mat, Jestyr SeRyouS comes flying off the middle rope using his boot to once again slam FPV’s face into the mat as he nails a BED TIME STORY FROM THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE! THe fans let out a gasp as the sound FPV’s head makes bouncing off the canvas echoes throughout the arena as Jestyr Seryous is clutching his gut from laughing so hard as he rolls FPV over and Jestyr has the leg hooked
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..2
…3!!!!!!!!
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PATRICK MATHEWS: ROBBERY! THat is the only way we can just described what happened! ANd it’s a DAMN SHAME! FPV puts up the heroic effort of a lifetime only to have Jestyr swipe it from him by being the dirty bastard he is!
CJJ: Yeah well FPV is as much to blame for this one as the clown, because like I mentioned a few moments ago there were points where he probably could have put this one away but didn’t, guess now we’ll never no! Because Je$TyR SeRyoU$ is now on a roll and makes good on his word!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah ladies and gentlemen believe me I am in the same boat with all of you I know it doesn’t say how they did it, but this has got to be one of the dirtiest wins in the career of Jestyr, Johnny WHATEVER! I can’t stand that man!
CJJ: Yeah well you had better get used to him cause it don’t look like he’s going anywhere!
WGWF medics come running down to the ring as Jestyr Seryous was putting the bad mouth on FPV, as they slide in the ring and immediately order Seryous away from FPV. Jestyr holds his hands up and walks over to the ref and demands his hand to be raised…Which it is as Memphis Belle officially informs us
MEMPHIS BELLE: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL….JESTYR SERYOUSSSSS!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JESTYR SERYOUS
Match Time: 18:56
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PATRICK MATHEWS: This isn’t over!
CJJ: It looks pretty over to me!
The crowd continues to boo Jestyr Seryous as we cut away.
Last Chance returns to the action. An enormous yellow crane helps secure sections of the platform for the next aerial bout. Stagehands set up concert equipment below from black roller cases on the massive Last Chance mega-stage. SEX addicts hold up signs, knowing what's next on the agenda hand out they got at the ticket booth. The Scorpions emerge on stage, walking over to each instrument bays. The band holds up fists at the crowd, jamming to air guitar and pointing at Terry Marshall lightning and thunder T-Shirts in the sold-out crowd. Sports Entertainment Xpress' massive following chant for Space Lord and Terry as the lights dim for the first entrance into the Tag Team Championship Free Fall Match.
PATRICK MATHEWS: OHHHHHHH! The Tag Champs are here tonight, and they don't feel like this is a Last Chance, they feel like there's an entire galaxy still to conquer in WGWF, starting with Iconoclast, C!
High above the announce table, WGWF staff secure the squared off walking paths on the scaffolding where the match will take place. We see challengers Gabe Reno and Chris Chaos talking through the safety precautions with different fed officials.
CJJ: Well, it was only a matter of time until these teams collided, we didn't know it would be now, or in WGWF, but we are JACKED THAT IT IS! LET'S GOOO! WOooooOOo!!! BARN BURNER!
In the ring and around the perimeter tables are assembled, stacked, and raised by crane, made to be a demented cushion for anyone who may 'free fall' into elimination, and to nearly sure doom. CJJ whispers to Patrick that this may not be a great idea. Mathews nods. 'Golden Age' by Woodkid plays… gold and red lights crisscross all over Wells Fargo Arena. The epic theme begins with the champion being born inside the Golden sculpture. Fans have very mixed reactions to the most hated man in the game, Radical Reno, and the ruthless Chaotic One, Chris Chaos.
CJJ: The Icons have arrived after gut punching Rhodes and Mason's tickets last Brawl; they get an ever-elusive title match with the best team… I've ever… seen. Well, sometimes you get lucky, and sometimes you don't, eh Pat?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Right you are! High above us, Iconoclast has made their way to the away or challenger side of the scaffolding. Pedro, their live Panda mascot, is refusing to go up that high, stating his CBD induced vertigo will not allow it. Health comes first here, folks.
Onlookers hold hands firmly, clamoring for a joyful shared experience, trying to find the best perspectives below to watch the massive war that will surely change wrestling history… just toward the Heavens above. Almost close enough to touch.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Team after team have tried to defeat these Champions with no success. DELETED! Hell or highwater alike, Space Lord and Terry Marshall have won by any means necessary, carving out a unique legacy in WGWF tag team lure. Hell of an act to try and stop or follow.
CJJ: Space Lord is a masterful technician from the Black Eye Galaxy, he recruited the ultimate babyface, Terry to become the greatest team we have ever witnessed, and they are damn close to closing the door on that case… forever!!
The Scorpions hit their cue while the previous theme fades out. Fans go bonkers for the performance of singer Klaus and guitarist Rudolf, the only two members to appear on every album. Officials encourage no running on the four-sided match pathway above, but Space Lord and 'Thundering' Terry run up and down the steel pieces anyway, igniting their fandom below in an orgy of SEX admiration and anticipation of their next human emoji position.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sports Entertainment Xpress is bringing the energy tonight at LAST CHANCE! Referee's will watch from many viewpoints tonight making sure to lay out rules clearly and identify each FREE FALL immediately! The Championship gold about to be on the line!
CJJ: Can we just enjoy the Scorpions!? WE KNOW WHO THEY ARE!!! GAhh-
Mathews hides his head in shame of interrupting such a magnificent performance. Scorpions finish the last few notes to an ovation fit for the represented intergalactic tag Kings. Fans chant "TOSS GABE RENO!!!! TOSS GABE RENOO!!" Gabe bashfully flips them off over the scaffold railing. Refs give final pat downs and reminders of the FREE FALL rules, as eliminations occur if anyone falls through the table scrum under their immediate suspended square surface area.
CJJ: They want Gabe gone early- he doesn't seem to care. He burns everything down anyway, one way or another…
He playfully pushes Patrick, trying to get his head back into the match. THE BELL RINGS BELOW, SIGNALING THE HIGH TITLE FREE FALL IS UNDERWAY!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We are underwayyy!
CJJ: There he is! Pat's back! OOoOOw! Space Lord and Terry split up, trying to go around the sides to pin Iconoclast here…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Solid strategy by SEX.
Marshall closes in from the left on Chaos, Space Lord stalks Reno coming around the right side of the pathway. Chris split hops over Marshall, landing with either leg on the railing, impressed with his own pliability. Terry turns trying to dump him over the edge quickly in his vulnerable chaotic state! Space Lord and Gabe Reno collide, chest to chest, Space Lord eyeing Marshall trying to toss Chaos, and antagonizing Reno's temper to keep his attention from assisting his partner. Chaos squeals! One of his legs was pulled by Terry, causing him a private plant on the rail! Gabe hears it, sprinting and hopping on the back of Marshall, who nearly topples over with Gabe on his back, but Space Lord pulls Reno back to now save his own Partner too!
PATRICK MATHEWS: No one giving an inch early.
CJJ: Chaos might be singing acapella after that!
All four men's momentum has them laying back down on the platform pathways. Chaos on one side holding his who-who, Immortan Chris, and the other three men lay to his 90-degree angle on the next portion of the square walkway. Terry and Space Lord immediately notice the opportunity and start hammering away with double axe-handles on the shielding Reno. Eventually they wear him down flat. Terry jolts up, firing up the contingent over 50 feet below them. Space Lord narrowly gathers Gabe for a SPACE RACE RUNNING POWERSLAM!
CJJ: Their instincts are impeccable, in ring, or out. Perfect timing from the Champs up there on the dangerous FREE FALL PLATFORM.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Absolut- HEYY! OH MY GOOOOSH! LOOOK OUTTTT BELLoooOOOoOW!!
Chaos has risen as his pain subsides. He sees the Champs beating Gabe like he is trying to steal something from them! Chris runs at an unsuspecting Terry… SPEAR! He gets up, hopping over Gabe for another SPEAR- OHhHHH! Space Lord moved at the last second, the platform official was SPEARED BY CHAOS! Barely catching his own momentum, Chris squats back, just missing grabbing the feet of the referee! An official WHO has now FALLEN over the railing onto a stack of tables!! One area of cushion for the FREE FALL competitors has been broken apart. Medics attend to the referee below. Pat's hands lower from his open shocked mouth.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I did NOT see that one coming… Neither did he! OOf!
CJJ: He saved himself, but that ref is gone from the match and these tables are already ⅓ of the way gone from breaking his accidental fall.
Space Lord turns Chaos around as the two Legends exchange blows for blow, teetering closer and closer to the railing edges on either side. Gabe holds his abdomen and shoulder from being beaten moments before, Terry Marshall does the same on the other side from the spear he received before the official went over.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Two men down, and two battling for supremacy of the sky!
Chris connects on a right; Space Lord connects on a left. Right. Left. Right. Left. RIGHT. LEFT. RIIIIIIGHT. LLLLLLEEEEFT. RIIIIIII- LEEEE- the two men fall stunned forward, leaning forward on the other in mid strike. Refs below watching shrug. FANS ERUPT, MARSHALL IS UP LEANING ON THE RAILING! His fist shakes, rising above his head, bobbing his head like a piston about to explode! He runs around a corner, straightaway, and another corner, ambushing the recovering Reno with a massive knee to the ribs!
CJJ: HE'S ON A ROLLLLLL!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We've seen this before!
Gabe gasps out of breath. Terry runs over to his partner, lowering him to a comfortable position, then revs back up, PUMPING THAT FIIIIST TO- A BOOT TO THE CHOPS! Chaos is coherent and having none of the thunderous rally. Chris flicks his blonde hair back, squat bouncing with a hand on the rail, lying in wait with that familiar maniacal predatory glare targeting Marshall's midsection. Terry gets to his feet, CHAOS- HAS A NEPTUNE SLEEPER SLAPPED ON FROM BEHIND BY THE WOKEN SPACE LORD!
PATRICK MATHEWS: OH MY GOD!! CHRIS COULD GO OUT HERE! THE POWERS OF NEPTUNE COMPEL HIM!
Marshall slaps Chris' hands away from any attempt to counter or use the platform to help break Space Lord's sleeper. Chaos fades over time… unable to raise his arms and beginning to snore in a loud annoying chaotic coo.
CJJ: Chris looks out! They just have to toss him over to gain the advantage over Iconoclast.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bad news for the challengers, the Champs are running on all planetary cylinders. IS that a… snore?
Terry and Lord clasps strong hands, smiling for a family photo op to the Last Chance titantron camera guy. We hear a whistle, everyone looks around wondering where it came from. Confused, SEX examines the railing and platform around them.
CJJ: Patrick… listen to me very carefully…
PATRICK MATHEWS: What was that sound-
CJJ: MATHEWS… SHUT UP!!! LLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK! IT's HIM!
PATRICK MATHEWS: IT… can't… be? How did he-?
In slow motion, Sports Entertainment Express look up, knowing that their injured prey isn't on the platform… simultaneously realizing where the whistle came from! Reno has climbed the railing support cables and is perched directly above them. He drops downward into a front flip double leg drop RATED R!!! They all tumble to different areas of the path. Along with Chaos, all four pathways now have a body motionless lying face down on it. Fanatics chant "HOLY SHIT LAST CHANCE!" over and over.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Chant's right on the money! Some matches with high expectations don't live up to the hype… this is NOT one of them…
CJJ: Radical just dropped from cables onto SEX and no one made a BDSM joke, OR FREE FELL to their death… which is, technically, snuff.
Patrick looks up at him confused by how he spends his spare time. Fans continue the chants; all four men are slow to stir after the fast and furious pace.
Terry Marshall gets up first, using everything he has left to flurry a rally behind his torn shirt and bulging purposeful interstellar eyes. He powers the SEX addicts to create more and more energy. Meanwhile, Space Lord walks to the next pathway, lifting Chris Chaos into a press slam well over the platform railing.
CJJ: There he goes! CHAOS IS OVER!!!!
Space Lord launches Chaos over the rails! He turns to flex to his audience at the right angle. Terry gathers himself across the platform, pointing at Lord to stop flexing. A table falls from the top of the stack! Kicked by the flailing feet of Chris Chaos, who is holding onto the bottom lining of the platform! He pulls his legs up horizontally, panting wildly, having been so close to ending their title chances. Space Lord sees his partner jumping up and down across from him, he stops God Star Kangaroo pose, turning back, looking over the rail, confused that Chaos never fell. He sees the broken table below with no body to show for it, until- TWO FEET SQUEEZE THE SIDES OF HIS HEAD!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The LORD'S HEAD IS BEING SCISSORED! Sort of…
Chaos pulls back but can't overcome the sheer raw strength of Space Lord to pull him all the way over. Space Lord realizes the position, swinging Chris by holding his feet in place with his twin python biceps, and Cesaro spinning them both to chaotic nauseum. Dizzy, Space Lord falls, flinging Chaos back onto the platform into the collapsing arms of Reno. Terry comes over to armpit lift Space Lord back to his feet. Knowing they have a job to finish to retain their titles and stay co-Kings of the WGWF Universe.
CJJ: Iconoclast has survived so far, but SEX wears you right out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Are you still in those Anonymous classes?
Iconoclast regroups as a massive showdown occurs tilting the platform with the two pairs heading directly for fatal impact! Terry sprints toward their opponents, at the last second, Marshall collapses to one knee, acting as a human springboard for Space Lord, who does the foot off the back routine to fly majestically through the air in a one-of-a-kind legendary moment in industry history. Space Lord's intense stare dissects Chaos, who turns his head to a hand shield as if unburdening his pupils from the holy grail's forbidden sight. Reno pushes Chaos down for his own protection, using his partner's backward momentum to do-si-do square dance spin and swing himself toward the soaring Space Lord! He gets a foot boost off the railing to match Lord's height! In midair the Lord of tag wrestling and the Radical of wrestling collide in opposing DragonBall JUSTICE-POSE postures!
PATRICK MATHEWS: AYUUUUKINNN! I didn't know they were DB-Z fans-
CJJ: WHO ISN'T A DRAGONBALL FAN??
Their forceful strikes meet at flight apex, propelling both men backward into their trailing partner's arms. Fans go wild under the platform, as that was one of the most beautiful things their quivering watery faces have ever witnessed. Chaos lowers the reeling Reno delicately to the walkway. Thunder Terry Marshall pledges allegiance to Space Lord, who is down where the pathways meet. Terry and Chaos both turn toward one another with fury in their eyes, both simultaneously motivated to avenge their other halves.
PATRICK MATHEWS: MAGIC BEING MADE TONIGHT AT LAST CHANCE!!
CJJ: (hiding his tears from Pat) Wh- what- what a gorgeous display of worlds colliding in metaphorical splendor, Pat.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well said… TERRY AND CHRIS ARE HEADED FOR ANOTHER!
Chaos snarls, Marshall rages, they lock up chest to chest, puffed out, pointing at what happened to each partner, and blaming the other man for getting in the way. Chris pushes Marshall's face, Terry shoves Chaos backward, each man getting shorter and shorter on patience… both men go for clotheslines high above the arena floor on the steel platform, but they hit at a corner of the walkway awkwardly, bracing each other's impact, and both falling over the ledge!!!
CJJ: MARSH AND CHAOS WENT OVER!!
The platform cameraman runs over, peering down to the table scrum below… but nothing is broken! Searching for a moment, the two men are finally located!
PATRICK MATHEWS: THERE THEY ARE!!
CJJ: Is that EVEN LEGAL HERE?
Terry and Chaos have fallen into the platform crane bucket! They exchange blows viciously in the belly of the giant yellow armed container at the end of the towering crane's neck.
CJJ: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
The crane begins to move! Chaos peaks over the bucket lid, Pedro the Panda waves at him from the crane cab! Chris implores Pedro to get them over the tables so he can dump Marshall out of the bucket. Pedro looks at the controls confused, he drops his piece of celery on the cab floor, bending to pick it up as priority numero uno! His belly hits the crane levers! The crane spins around with both men clinging to the sides of the bucket! Pedro is ejected from the cab by the inertia of the spin but catches his piece of celery in midair upon landing, chomping unbeknownst to the consequences of his actions. The crane continues to spin as Space Lord staggers to his feet on the platform.
PATRICK MATHEWS: THEY ARE NOT ELIMINATED!!!
He peers over looking for Terry, seeing the spinning crane not far below the lip of the walkway. Space Lord does a YOWZA hands on head meme! He commands the crane to stop with his Black Eye Galaxy authority. Gabe recovers from his majestic Space encounter. Catching up on the action, seeing Space Lord commanding a crane with Terry and Chris spinning inside the yellow bucket arm.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Chaos just puked into the audience… gross.
CJJ: Pedro tried to help and ended up with a reckless snack!
Reno tries to surprise Space Lord by interrupting his orders… but Space Lord hears his feet on the steel pathway! He side-steps, launching Reno over the railing! Gabe flips head over heels, landing on the top of the crane's cab! Space Lord shakes his frustrated star fist at the outcome. Reno smirks at him, crawling into the control seat, and stopping the spin… Marshall reaches up for Space Lord, looking pale, green, and awful. Chaos stumbles, unable to keep his bucket footing, falling on himself over and over. Space Lord steps over the railing, reaching down, grabbing his partner, helping him slowly climb back up in his disoriented state.
CJJ: Thunder looks sick. That crazy ass Panda should be DQed!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He isn't even in the match, and one of his partners was inside the bucket with Marshall?
Chaos finally gets his bearings, grabbing Terry's foot from inside the bucket before he can get all the way onto the platform railing. Space Lord pulls, Chris tugs, Terry twists in antagonizing dizzy pain. Reno lifts the bucket from control, accidentally snagging part of the platform… the collision causes Terry to slip back down towards the pulling Chris, and SPACE LORD TO FALL INTO THE BUCKET TOO!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: GREAT- now three men are in the crane bucket!
CJJ: And Reno of all people is at the wheel! NOOO! He is the one who let that Panda loose in WGWF! DAMNIT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He's kinda cute… in a weird Mexican costume kind of way…
Pedro lets a fan rub his belly, now in the audience to gather concessions. CJJ stares a hole through Mathews. Gabe adjusts the controls, disengaging from the platform… a support cable snaps in that corner! Weight from the entire platform shifts, snapping the other cable on that side! The FREE FALL scaffolding is now hanging sideways, dangling from the arena ceiling, striking the remaining table stacks that fall and break in the collapse. The crane arm pivots left, causing fans to gasp, with the bucket action directly overhead! Meanwhile Space Lord and Terry get to their feet… Chaos bashfully smiles in his corner of the bucket… knowing he is in deep space nine levels of shit now.
CJJ: TWO on ONE bucket FUN!
Gabe jostles the bucket back and forth on side toggle... Chris tries but succumbs to the brutality of the Champions. He fights to stay inside the bucket, his eyes peek over the back wall, looking at his partner... knowing what must be done. He nods at Reno to dump all three of them. Reno's tear ducts well-up, he looks down at his hand on the lever, not sure if he can do it... Chaos screams at Gabe to do it before Sports Entertainment Xpress can lift him over the edge. Reno clinches his eyelids shut. A single tear rolls down his nose, to his cheek, onto his jawline, dropping onto his lever hand. Chris screams to "DO IT." Reno's eyes open wide…
PATRICK MATHEWS: RENO WILL HAVE TO DUMP HIS OWN PARTNER TO POTENTIALLY WIN!
CJJ: No waaay! SEX has Chaos dead to RIGHTS!! They're lifting him up and over!
As Chaos hangs over the edge, the crane bucket suddenly shifts... turning over!! Chaos topples out, taking his opponent with him!! They fall a short distance right into another stack of tables, sending debris flying everywhere!! The crowd roars, having finally gotten to see what they've been waiting for! Reno steps out of the control booth, climbing up onto the top as he stares over at what he's caused, looking badly torn. He walks up further, onto the crane edge itself, trying to get a better glimpse of how his tag-team partner is doing.
CJJ: This one's over! We have new tag-team champions!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Then why hasn't the bell rang yet, C? Something's not right!
The camera pans to the debris area, where we can clearly see Chaos laying on his side, holding his ribs. Nearby, struggling to move in spite of the medics moving around him, is "Thunderous" Terry Marshall. He's in a great deal of pain, but still wants to continue, even though the medics are telling him it's over. However, there's no sign of Space Lord, as the crowd is quickly picking up on. Reno, having no idea that the contest isn't over, raises his arms in the air, believing that they've won the World Tag-Team Titles. In the meantime, though, a hand appears, followed by another, gripping onto the edge of the bucket.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It's not over!
CJJ: WATCH OUT RENO!!
Space Lord pulls himself out of the bucket, getting up on the boom of the crane, which thankfully isn't at too steep of an angle now. He starts downwards, seeing Reno, who has his back turned, still celebrating. Reno hears the crowd reaction change, and looks around, surprised, but it's too late, as Space Lord flies into him with a full spear, taking both down hard on the top of the crane cab!! Space Lord gets to his feet, fired up, and signals to the crowd that he's feeling it by bouncing up and down on his legs, ready to go! Reno pulls himself up, holding his side, but Space Lord is right there, hauling Reno up. He lifts Reno high into the air in a gorilla press... and Reno goes to the face, scraping at it, causing Space Lord to drop him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Reno takes the only way out from saving himself!
CJJ: But would a toss from here even count? We're not even on the platform anymore!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don't know, C, and I don't think the refs do either, as they're letting this one go!
Reno manages to take Space Lord down with a neckbreaker, stunning him on the top of the cab. He then gets up, looking around frantically for what to do. He yells out to the officials, demanding them to fix this, and a couple do, dragging a couple of tables over near the cab! Reno smiles, then grabs hold of Space Lord, wanting to go for Radicality!! He sets Space Lord in place, beginning to go for the flip... and Space Lord blocks it, lifting Reno into the air instead!! Reno fights, trying to pull himself free, but Space Lord still has him on a shoulder, twisting him around. The crowd shouts out, knowing what's coming, and some trying to stop it, but Space Lord is too far into the zone. He wants the Space Race off the top!! But as Space Lord moves forward, Reno shifts his weight, trying desperately to pull free. Both men fight each other and gravity, struggling at the edge of the cab, before suddenly, it shifts, caving in due to the amount of weight standing on top of it!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: LOOK OUT!!
As the cab roof suddenly begins to collapse, neither wrestler can keep their balance, falling over together as they crash into the tables!! The bell immediately rings, as the medics rush up to check on both men.
CJJ: Damn!! What does this mean?? Did the crane win the damn match??
PATRICK MATHEWS: Something tells me that crane is never being used again, so I doubt I'd call that a win!
CJJ: But who went through the tables first? We NEED THE REPLAYS!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: They're coming, hang on...
We finally switch over to a couple of replays from different angles. From one side, we see the two men hitting the two tables nearly identically, smashing through them. The second angle isn't any more clear.
CJJ: There! Space Lord goes through first!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I disagree, I think Reno's legs hit a second before...
CJJ: You're blind! Look, it's RIGHT HERE!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: YOU'RE SEEING WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE!!
The two announcers argue, shoving each other, as the wrestlers are helped up. Memphis Belle is there now, checking in with the discussion, finding out what's going on. She nods, listening to them, before turning to the cameras.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Ladies and gentlemen... the referees have ruled that this match... is a DRAW!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What?!?!
CJJ: NO!!!
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DECISION: DRAW
Match Time: 21:18
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The crowd seems torn by the decision, knowing they've just seen an incredible match, but wanting a conclusive ending. Memphis Belle continues.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Since championships cannot change hands on a Draw, still your Tag-Team Champions of the World, Sports Entertainment Xpress!!
The belts are brought down towards the recovering Marshall, who ignores them. Instead, Marshall steps forward, throwing a right hand at Chris Chaos!! The two men start to brawl, whether hurting or not, as the officials move in to try and separate them. Space Lord, struggling to get to his feet, sees what's happening and takes a step that way, but Gabe Reno nails him from behind with a piece of the table!! The two teams, despite having taking hard plunges, continue to brawl, as security moves in to break them up.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What an ending! This one's going to be controversial!
CJJ: I still disagree with the decision. Space Lord's hair hit the table first!
PATRICK MATHEWS: His hair?? Don't make me slap you, CJJ!
We're close to violence in the announce booth as well, as we cut to a quick break to help everyone recover (and clean up a lot of debris).
After the commercial break, we find ourselves backstage, where one of the on-staff reporters is hurrying up to the General Manager of Smash, Jonathan Barrows.
REPORTER: Excuse me, Mr. Barrows! Mr. Barrows!!
Reluctantly, Barrows turns his way, putting on a producer-style smile.
JONATHAN BARROWS: I hear you, son. I’m awfully busy at the moment, as we’ve got a show going on, in case you’ve forgotten…
REPORTER: I’m sorry, Mr. Barrows, but I wanted to get your first reaction to what just happened in the WGWF World Tag-Team Titles match!
JONATHAN BARROWS: Ahhh, that. Yes, a wild ending, wasn’t it? It just goes to show that you never know what you’re going to see when you’re watching a Smash event.
REPORTER: But what do you think of the referees’ decision to end the contest the way they did?
JONATHAN BARROWS: Well, I believe the rules DID state that if you went through a table, you were eliminated, did they not? As far as I could tell, the officials stuck to the letter of those rules.
REPORTER: And what do you think about what happened earlier tonight, with Joe Montuori and Sonya Benson? And with what happened to Chris Page?
Barrows stops for a moment, composing his answer, before turning back to the reporter.
JONATHAN BARROWS: As a general manager, all I can do is adhere to what higher management decides. If you’ll recall, it was Mr. Page who signed Ms. Benson to be the special guest referee to that contest. As far as I’m concerned, Ms. Benson did her job, as no holds were barred and the 1-2-3 occurred.
REPORTER: So you’re CONDONING what happened?
JONATHAN BARROWS: I’m simply saying that… once again… the rules were followed. If you’ll excuse me, I really do need to get going. We have a new X-Division Champion to be crowned, after all!
Barrows excuses himself, heading through a doorway and making sure to shut the door in the reporter’s face. The reporter seems pleased, though, having gotten some interesting soundbites, as he walks off down the hall. We head back to ringside.
Much of the wreckage from the last match has been removed, as the best work crews in wrestling have quickly gotten up the pillars for the Ultimate X match. The ropes are now hung up between, getting fully secured, as the new WGWF X-Division Championship is now hanging above the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next contest is the Ultimate X match to crown the first-ever WGWF X-Division Champion!
We get a nice pop from the crowd, although they’re still recovering from the previous contest.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, introducing the final competitors…”VENOM” XAVIER LUX!
The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of 'The Infection' by Disturbed. After the intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance and as the lyrics of the song begin, Xavier Lux steps out from behind the smoke left by the pyro. He looks still fatigued and battered from the war earlier, but he’s still got plenty of confidence as he makes his way to the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: “THE BASTARD” COREY BULL!!
The guitar riffs of “Hail to the King” tear through the arena and the roof absolutely blows off the place. The lights dim, and then the stage lights, white and red, start to move with the beat of the drum. As the drums play together and the music starts to flow, the lights stop beating and stay on as a large figure appears. The figure is draped in a leather duster with a hood over his head. He steps to the ramp leading to the ring and flips the hood off his head as the chorus says, “Hail to the King.” Corey Bull limps down the aisle, clearly not at 100 percent, but damn determined to continue competing here tonight.
MEMPHIS BELLE: “Representing The Fortunate Ones, CLYDE NEWTON!!
”Look In My Eyes” hits on the sound system, as Clyde Newton pulls the black curtain aside and steps out onto the top of the stage. He doesn’t do his signature dance, as he’s too determined to win tonight to risk wasting any more energy. Newton stomps to the ring, following under the bottom rope, and makes himself at home in one of the corners.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And finally, “THE UNTAMED DEMON” DAMAGE!!
Before the Tron plays the Lights in the arena goes pitch black, The Tron play showing 3 little girls playing and looks at the camera and say, "He is Here" and then slowly fades to black. A man's voice say" Run" followed by “Untamed” by Jacob Lizotte hits the PA system and The Damage's video plays on the Tron. The lights in the arena flicker in rhythm to the beats. As the themes builds more Damage comes out from behind the curtains and stops at the arena as the crowd goes crazy. He then begins making his way towards the ring, nursing a sore arm from the cage collision earlier.
PATRICK MATHEWS: So here we are, after numerous qualifying matches, after an epic Christmasville Chaos match, after the devastating Steel Asylum match earlier tonight, we’re finally ready to crown the first X-Division Champion!
CJJ: And we’re going to claim it right now! Go, Clyde, go!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What the…
As Damage is still making his way to the ring, Newton has already jumped up onto the turnbuckle and climbed onto the rope, beginning to make his way quickly across towards the championship!! The bell hasn’t rung, but if it rings with the belt already in Newton’s possession, it’ll be hard to dispute. But Newton’s not fast enough, as Corey Bull suddenly comes forward with a leaping punch, knocking Newton straight off the rope! Newton crashes hard, with Bull kicking at him a few times, pissed that Newton would try such a trick. But the crowd is still going wild, catching Bull’s attention, as he looks back to see Lux now scaling the rope, using both his arms and legs, staying above the fray as he quickly goes for the gold!
Damage, seeing everything that’s going on, is hurrying now despite the pain, trying to get there in time. Lux is putting everything he can into this scale, though, reaching out towards the gold… and Bull does the only thing he can, picking up a stunned Newton and launching him upwards in the air, sending Newton straight into Lux!!! The two men fall backwards together, crashing hard to the mat, as Bull stands over them, letting out a fierce yell! He grabs both Newton and Lux, dragging them up, before slamming the two men together headfirst, sending both reeling! Bull then turns, locking eyes with Damage as he comes into the ring. The two men don’t waste any time getting reacquainted, throwing haymakers at each other!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Both Newton and Lux tried to sneak away with this one early, but Bull stopped them both single handedly!
CJJ: I think Newton deserves some credit for the second one…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Because he was used as a lawn dart? Maybe. Is this match even official yet?
CJJ: Oh, there’s the bell, Patrick! Ask and you shall be answered!
The bell is indeed ringing as Bull and Damage are going at it, with Damage managing to get the upper hand with an uppercut that knocks Bull back into the corner. Damage follows it up with multiple knee lifts, keeping Bull pinned as he works him over. He then turns and looks up at the championship, judging how he’s going to make it there, but this distraction allows Bull to recover, grabbing Damage and spinning him into the corner. He starts delivering shoulder shots to the gut, trying to drive the wind out of Damage. Bull then steps back out of the corner, ready to rush at Damage with an avalanche, but suddenly both Lux & Newton are there, grabbing a surprised Bull by the arms and propelling him forward off-balance into Damage!
As Bull comes back out, turning towards his foes, Lux and Newton stay a team, launching into a double superkick that knocks the spit from Bull’s mouth!! He staggers for a second, before falling forward to the canvas, stunned! Damage, meanwhile, tries to pull himself up after the hit, going towards them, but Lux and Newton land another double-kick that sends Damage back into a seated position in the corner. Lux smirks at Newton, who nods, then turns… and then tries to spin into a side kick, only for Lux to leap over it, as he’s coming at Newton with a picture perfect dropkick, a variation of The Toxin, knocking Newton backwards and over Bull’s fallen body! Lux gets to his feet, shaking his finger at Newton, before heading to the corner.
PATRICK MATHEWS: No partnerships last long when gold is on the line!
CJJ: Damn it, Lux! Why’d you turn on Newton like that??
PATRICK MATHEWS: Newton was trying to hit Lux first!
CJJ: Lies! All lies!
Lux is again wasting no time, pulling himself upwards to start making the transition towards where the title belt is hanging. He begins shimmying along the line, but now Damage is up again, clawing at the rope that Lux is on. He starts shaking it, bouncing it up and down, as Lux tries desperately to hang on. But the bounce is too much, with first Lux’s legs coming free, and then his arms, dropping him back to the mat. He lands on his feet, turning and going at Damage with a leap, but Damage just catches him and slams him down, hard! Damage then steps over Lux and twists him around, locking in the Rings of the Demon!!! The submission hold has Lux in a bad way, yelling out, although even if he did choose to submit, it wouldn’t matter.
Meanwhile, Bull has pulled himself back up, rubbing his sore jaw from the kicks he took. He sees Newton staggering towards the ropes and moves over that way, grabbing hold of him from behind around the neck! But Newton instinctively kicks backwards, landing a low blow that buckles Bull over!! Newton turns, immediately taking advantage of the situation by grabbing Bull by the head… and landing the Fetal Ending!!! The stunner lands perfectly, with Bull toppling to the side, out of it! Newton then pulls himself back up and starts climbing the turnbuckle, determined to make his way to the championship!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull could be done in this one! What a cheap move from Newton!
CJJ: There are no rules, Patrick! Which is why The Fortunate Ones are adding another belt here tonight!
Newton is reaching for the highest rope when he’s suddenly grabbed from behind, as Damage saw what was happening and released his submission hold. Newton tries to kick him away, but Damage hangs onto his leg, pulling Newton down from the top… and rolling him into the Dark Waters submission hold!!! Newton is shouting out, trying to find a way to get free from the hold, as Damage cranks away, wanting to take away all of his opponents’ mobility. As Newton clutches at his head, having nowhere to go, Damage pushes harder, as if trying to take home a souvenir. But Damage then gets smashed himself, as Lux comes flying in with a springboard frog splash elbow drop onto him!!!
Lux drags himself up, still hurting from the Rings of the Demon, as he pulls up Newton… who then drops with a jawbreaker, sending Lux reeling! Newton then gets up, staggering to the ropes, looking over at Lux and wanting to put him away. He runs straight at Lux, going for Brooklyn’s Finest… and Lux catches his head upon impact, using Newton’s own momentum to turn the spear into a modified DDT!! Newton is down, but so is Lux, rolling in agony due to the impact he just took to the gut from the spear. Damage is off to the side, trying gamely to rise, while Bull has rolled out of the ring, out of sight for the moment.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What happens if NOBODY is able to make the climb, CJJ? Does this match just never end?
CJJ: Can I go in there and grab the belt?
PATRICK MATHEWS: What?? You can’t be champion!!
CJJ: No, of course not, but I can hand it to Newton…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sit your butt down before you get yourself fired!
Lux is fighting his way up now, holding his side, as he looks towards the corner to his right. But before Lux can move far, Damage comes rushing in at him, nailing Lux with the Road Kill (running big boot)!!!! Lux does a flip, landing hard on the mat, as Damage manages to come to a stop before his momentum takes him over the ropes. He looks around, seeing that nobody is standing, and immediately heads towards the turnbuckle, climbing up and looking at the structure. He gets himself higher up, with his massive frame, and starts working his way, hand over hand, towards the championship. Newton is stirring, but unable to get up yet, as Damage gets closer to the X-Division Title. He reaches up, trying to unsecure it.
But Damage’s attention is then taken as Corey Bull is suddenly back, grabbing at his legs!! Damage tries to kick Bull away, pushing him with both legs. Bull staggers back, as Damage tries to use the moment to yank the title free. But it’s still buckled, unable to be removed. Bull then comes right back, grabbing hold of Damage’s legs again. He tries to kick him off for a second time, but this time Bull positions himself underneath Damage, grabbing hold of his pants on either side and lifting him up! Damage, suddenly in trouble, tries to hang on, but he can’t manage to maintain his grip, as Bull pulls him forward… and then gives Damage a Last Ride powerbomb!!!! The crowd is on its feet, chanting “Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!” as both men are down again.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I can’t believe what I just saw!! The 328-lb Damage has never been thrown down like that before!!
CJJ: What I can’t believe is that the ring is still standing! That impact should have destroyed it for sure! Hey, you have to give props to the ring crew, when they put these rings together, they make them last!
Newton is grabbing hold of the ropes now, pulling himself up with wide eyes. Even he looks stunned from what just happened. As Bull starts to struggle to his feet, though,Newton’s eyes narrow. He lines it up, waiting for Bull to turn around… and charges right into him with Brooklyn’s Finest!! Bull lays out, stung, as Newton pushes off of him, getting up and glaring down at the man. He yells for him to stay down this time, and then kicks him away. He then stumbles over to the turnbuckle, climbing up, and grabbing hold of the Ultimate X rope. He starts scaling across, hand over hand, getting closer and closer to the gold. But across from him, Xavier Lux has managed to get up on the apron. He sees what’s happening, and does the only thing available to him: he springboards himself over the ropes and flies at Newton, clocking him with a phenomenal forearm!! The momentum spins Newton upside-down as he falls, crashing to the mat!!
The crowd is pumped now, loving all the insane action, as Lux struggles to get up. He sees Damage crawling to the side, trying to get his bearings back, and runs his way. Lux bounces right off of Damage’s back, knocking him down, as he springs up onto the turnbuckle!! It’s a unique mode of transportation, but it works, as Lux grabs hold of the X rope and begins to scale across. Everyone else is down, unable to stop him as Lux gets right up near the X-Division Title. He works on it, working to take it off its secure hold, as the crowd begins to react, reaching a dull roar. But it’s not for Lux. Underneath him, a woman comes sliding into the ring with a ladder. She quickly brings it up, launching it upwards and hitting Lux in the side, sending him spiraling off the top and down to the ring!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damn it! She couldn’t stay away!!
CJJ: The Fortunate Ones stick together, Patrick! And Amber Mansley wants that title to come home with them!
As the crowd boos heavily, Mansley looks down at Lux, shaking her head, before getting the ladder and setting it back up underneath the championship. She then turns, hurrying over to Newton and getting him up. She tells him to get climbing, which is a major breath of Ultimate X etiquette. But Newton doesn’t seem to mind, as he heads for the ladder, climbing upwards. Mansley laughs, seeing that this one is now going to be over. Her laughter changes, though, as she turns right into Damage, who grabs her right around the throat!!! Mansley struggles against the big man’s grip, but Damage just throws her backwards… into the ladder!! It topples over to the side, taking Newton with it!! He crashes to the outside, to the cheers of the crowd.
Damage grabs hold of Mansley again, furious that she’s there. But before he can lift her in the air, Mansley knees him right in the groin!! Damage bends over, with Mansley immediately hitting the ropes and running back to nail him with the Slay Boo!! Damage goes down, as Mansley dusts herself off, annoyed at having to get her hands dirty. She turns back, grabbing at the ladder, setting it up. Bull is trying to struggle to his feet, but Mansley folds the ladder and smashes it down on his back, knocking him down again. Mansley then turns and swings the ladder right into a recovering Lux, taking him down as well! She then sets the ladder up, as the crowd continues to boo this turn of events.
CJJ: Amber Mansley’s going to win this match!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: She CAN’T win it, she didn’t make it out of the cage!!
CJJ: Yes she did! How else could she be here now? Use your common sense, Patrick!
PATRICK MATHEWS: …I hate you sometimes.
CJJ: All that matters is that she’s going to get that championship!
PATRICK MATHEWS: … That depends if someone else doesn’t have something to say about it!
CJJ: Huh?
Mansley is making her way up the ladder now, confident that she’ll be able to easily snatch the X-Division Title for The Fortunate Ones. The fans are cheering now, though, as another wrestler comes racing down the aisle, sliding into the ring. He makes it up the other side of the ladder in just a few bounds, getting to the top and facing a startled Mansley. Samuel Chatman glares at her, snapping about how she should have left well enough alone. She tries swinging at him, but Chatman blocks it, then bangs Mansley’s head into the ladder, stunning her. Chatman then leaps over her, grabbing her on the way down… and hitting the Wolfsbane!!! The place goes wild, as Mansley looks to be down and out. Chatman, rolls to his side, having landed hard himself, but he still has enough to sit himself on the ropes, looking out at the carnage.
CJJ: HE CAN’T BE OUT HERE!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Neither should Mansley!
CJJ: That’s not the same!! Amber is supporting her partner! But Chatman’s The Lone Wolf, what does he care what happened here??
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think Chatman decided that if Mansley kept him from the gold, he was going to do the same to her!
CJJ: Damn it!
Security has shown up, working to get Mansley out of the ring. Inside, Bull is clawing to his feet. He holds onto the ropes for balance, looking around, and it’s clear he’s been busted open above the eyebrow. He wipes his vision clear, noticing Chatman there for the first time. Chatman looks at him, shrugs, and then rolls out of the ring, his duty complete. He joins the security guards, who are working on containing Mansley. Seeing this, Bull turns and takes in the ladder in front of him, the easiest path to the championship. He starts to go up, making sure it’s set in place, as he reaches for the gold. But now Xavier Lux is there, climbing up next to Bull and jumping on his back!! Bull fights to get him off, as Lux reaches upwards, desperately clutching at the championship. He grabs hold of it… but now Damage is there on the other side, locking onto Lux’s hand, pulling it away!!
The three men fight up top, each struggling to get their hands on the belt, fighting away. Bull throws Lux off of him, sending him to the mat, then punches away at Damage, knocking him backwards as well. He reaches up… but Lux springs back up onto him, grabbing him from behind and yanking him off… right into the Antidote!!! Bull is down, as Lux writhes away, holding his knees from the impact. Damage, meanwhile, struggles to get himself back up the ladder, knowing that this is his best opportunity. He goes up, reaching with all his might, as a security guard comes into the ring and climbs the ladder… and takes Damage off the top with…
THE JKO!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: No!!!!
CJJ: Yeeeeesssss!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Damn it, damn it, damn it!! I should have known JMont would be here!!!
With Damage down, JMont throws off the security guard hat and turns, laughing as Newton comes in. Newton doesn’t seem surprised in the least, as he stumbles over to the ladder. JMont gives him a boost, sending him quickly up the ladder. Lux struggles to his feet, seeing this, and tries to come in from the other side. But it’s too late, as the belt was already pretty loose from earlier, and it only takes Newton a second to yank it down, causing the bell to ring.
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WINNER: CLYDE NEWTON
Match Time: 23:47
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PATRICK MATHEWS: This is a travesty!!
CJJ: This is glorious!! Clyde Newton is our WGWF X-Division Champion!! What a match!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I can’t believe it ended this way…
CJJ: Believe it, Patrick! The Fortunate Ones rule over all!
PATRICK MATHEWS: There will be repercussions to this, mark my words!
JMont is already helping the wounded Newton from the ring, as he clutches at the X-Division Title. Lux is still on the ladder, leaning there, looking on with both frustration and maybe a touch of rueful acknowledgement of what The Fortunate Ones pulled off. Bull is on his feet again, refusing to be helped by medics, as he glares off at the guy who got away. Damage is still trying to recover from the JKO, frustrated at having come so close. We cut away.
MEMPHIS BELLE: It is now time for our main event of the evening! Are you ready?
The crowd roars, having been looking forward to this one all night long. But Memphis doesn’t seem convinced.
MEMPHIS BELLE: I said, ARE YOU READY??
The audience is even louder, as if amplified by all the viewers watching around the world.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Then let’s begin!! This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WGWF Smash Heavyweight Championship!! Introducing first, the challenger…
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’5” and weighing 265 lbs… fighting out of Jacksonville, Florida… he is a former WGWF World Tag-Team, WGWF Intercontinental, and WGWF World Heavyweight Champion… your #1 contender… JOHNATHAN “THE BEAST” CABLE!!
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cable makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Tonight could be the biggest contest of John Cable’s life, as he goes to war with Enigma for the Smash Championship!
CJJ: Cable’s been waiting for his chance, and tonight is it, because if Cable doesn’t come away with the belt tonight, who knows how long he’ll have to wait before he can try for it again? This could truly be his last chance…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, if I know John Cable, he’s just going to be motivated to put on the match of his career here tonight!
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, his opponent…
"Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus"
A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, the haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of the music. A hulking hooded figure appears from the gloom, slowly and methodically stalking towards the ring. His leather doomsday cloak is open over his massive chest, each step bringing him further into the light until "The Monster Machine" is revealed in full, complete with a ball python writhing around his neck. The Smash Championship is wrapped tightly around his waist.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’5” and weighing 275 lbs… fighting out of The Boiler Room… he is the reigning, defending, undisputed Smash Heavyweight Champion… “THE MONSTER MACHINE” ENIGMA!!
The dark and Gothic chanting continues, music swelling in volume as each pulse in the tempo and each measured step of the monster are in sync.
"Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita
Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita"
ENIGMA ascends the ring steps and subtly wipes his feet on the apron before stepping between the ropes. He immediately scales the turnbuckles, turning towards the crowd as he lets the hood fall, revealing his war paint and colorless eyes. Throwing his head back, he sprays a bloody mist into the air before letting out a snarl. When his head lowers, blood drips from his chin and down his heaving chest.
CJJ: What a glorious representative of The Fortunate Ones!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I won’t speak about that, but I will say that Enigma has been a fighting champion since he earned the title, defending it in the name of a fallen friend.
CJJ: He has been virtually unstoppable lately, Patrick, and I don’t see that changing tonight! Last Chance? Hah! Cable never HAD a chance!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ll see, CJJ, we’ll see…
As the music cuts off, Enigma and Cable walk towards each other, staring each other down in the center of the ring. The referee moves between them, looking a little nervous about being in such a position due to the intensity in the air. He does his job, though, raising up the Smash Championship between them, as the crowd roars its approval. Neither man moves as the title shines in the light in front of them, before being lowered back down. The referee moves to the side, handing off the belt, then looks back and signals for the bell to ring, as it’s time to get this main event started!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And here we go! Two ultimate gladiators fighting over the biggest prize of our brand! Who will leave here the Smash Heavyweight Champion?
CJJ: Oh, this is going to be good…
The two wrestlers are still staring each other down, much like they did on the last Smash during the tag-team match. It’s only increasing the energy in the air, as each takes another step closer, locking eyes once more. The crowd is split, chanting “Let’s Go Cable / ENIGMA!! Let’s Go Cable / ENIGMA!!” The wrestlers feel the energy, with Cable nodding slowly to Enigma, who returns the gesture. Cable then suddenly rears back, slugging Enigma with a right hand! Enigma only takes a step back, nodding again, before firing off his own right hand, staggering Cable. He seems to grin for a moment, before throwing a right hand, with Enigma returning with one of his own. The two men start pummeling each other, to the roar of the crowd, as the fight begins in earnest!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: These guys are throwing haymakers that would knock any normal man unconscious, but they’re just taking the hits!
CJJ: You or I would already be dreaming about daisies at this point, Patrick!
Enigma manages to land a heavy right hand that seems to send Cable stumbling backwards. But Cable uses the momentum, shoving off the ropes and charging back, tackling Enigma and knocking both men back into the ring corner! Cable then starts scoring multiple shots to the ribs and gut of Enigma, punching away like a prize fighter. Enigma weathers the assault, then grabs hold of Cable and spins him into the corner instead, landing a series of knees that double Cable over in pain. He grabs Cable and scoops him up onto a shoulder, turning to make his way out of the ring. But Cable drops off the back, landing behind Enigma. He shoves Enigma forward, into the ropes, then pulls him backwards into a rolling pin attempt! The referee, surprised, dives into range…
1!!
2!!
And Enigma kicks out! Both men get up, with Cable swinging for the fences against Enigma, only to have the champ duck under it. He then catches Cable from behind, lifting him into the air and getting a side slam, driving Cable into the canvas! Enigma then gets up, looking down at Cable for a second before going for a foot stomp. But Cable moves, rolling out of range. Enigma tries again, and then a third time, but Cable avoids the stomp every time, finally popping back to his feet. Enigma, annoyed, charges at him with a clothesline, but Cable ducks under it, catching Enigma by the head as he goes by and dropping with a neckbreaker! Enigma rolls away, even as Cable works to his feet, looking completely focused on the task at hand.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You can tell that Cable is all business tonight. He wants this championship, and he knows this could be his only opportunity to claim it!
CJJ: I’ll admit, he’s looking strong out of the gate, but Enigma’s stamina is second to none. You’ll see, the longer this one goes, the more it’ll favor the champion!
Cable has brought Enigma back up now, taking him over to the corner. He hammers Enigma’s forehead into the turnbuckle, trying to do as much damage as possible with the impacts. As Enigma looks out of it, Cable latches onto his arm, looking to shoot him hard into the far turnbuckle with an Irish whip. Enigma runs across the ring, spinning to hit the turnbuckle back first. As Cable runs towards him, wanting a splash, Enigma comes back out of the corner, catching Cable off-guard as he leaps forward, nailing Cable with The Culling (Big Boot)!!! Cable goes down hard, dazed, as Enigma turns and drops all his weight onto him, going for the pinfall victory…
1!!
2!!
And Cable is able to kick out in time! He sits up, but Enigma immediately locks Cable into a rear naked choke, squeezing his arms in order to cut off all oxygen from Cable’s lungs! The #1 contender fights against the hold, trying to get free, as the referee moves in, checking to see that it’s a legal submission. He doesn’t seem to be sure, but a match like this has plenty of leeway for the referee’s discretion, so he lets it slide. Meanwhile, Enigma and Cable are both starting to get up, with Cable struggling to free himself from the chokehold. He throws an elbow back, then a second, managing to knock Enigma loose. Cable then stumbles forward, before turning and charging… right into a discus elbow from Enigma, knocking him to the mat!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s not surprising to see that Enigma has come into this one at full power, wanting to retain this championship above all others!
CJJ: Hey, he chose to keep the Smash Title above the World Championship, that shows how much it means to him! There’s no way he lets a guy like Cable take it from him here tonight!
Enigma stands tall over Cable, looking down on the hurting wrestler, before dragging him up to his feet. He gets behind Cable, locking his wrists around Cable’s midsection to prepare for a belly-to-back suplex. But Cable reacts, using his extensive experience to break Enigma’s hold and reverse things, getting behind the champion in one swift movement and suplexing Enigma over instead! Enigma hits hard, rolling over to the ropes, as Cable takes a moment to recover. He doesn’t stay down long, though, hauling himself upwards and making his way over to where Enigma is raising up. As soon as Enigma gets up, Cable’s behind him once again, yanking Enigma off the ropes and landing another belly-to-back suplex, this time releasing it so Enigma takes flight!
With Enigma down, stunned, Cable pulls himself up and hangs onto the nearby ropes, feeling a surge of energy coming to him from the crowd. He walks over and grabs Enigma on his way back up, picking up the champion and lifting him up, incredibly, into a gorilla press! The crowd cheers as Cable keeps him up there for a few seconds, before twisting and turning it into a press spinebuster slam, crashing Enigma into the canvas in one violent maneuver!! Cable then goes for the cover, with the referee right there for the count…
1!!
2!!
TH-But Enigma pushes himself off the mat, keeping this one alive!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What a display of power from The Beast!
CJJ: So what? The guy’s wasting energy, which isn’t smart to do at his age. He’s going to wish he had that power back later on in this contest, when Enigma’s whooping him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t know, CJJ, right now, Cable looks like he’s running at 100 percent!
Cable is back up now, dragging Enigma towards the center of the ring. Before the champ can get free, Cable twists his legs around, applying a cloverleaf leg lock! Enigma’s fighting, trying to use his powerful legs to get free, but Cable is keeping the pressure on, determined to wear the champion down. The referee slips around, checking, but Enigma shows zero signs of submission. He is fighting now, pushing his arms up with all his might to reduce the pressure on the hold. Cable tries to fight it, working to keep Enigma in the center of the ring, but Enigma’s legs finally prove too much, managing to shove Cable off of him, breaking the hold. Annoyed, Cable grabs for the legs again, wanting to reapply the hold, but Enigma kicks at him once, twice, and thrice, finally knocking him back.
Enigma pushes back to his feet, as Cable shakes his head clear from the kicks. He rushes back at Enigma, who catches him with a uppercut, staggering him. But Cable recovers and comes back again, landing a headbutt that seems to stun both men. Cable pulls it together first, clearing the cobwebs as he comes back against Enigma, getting him against the ropes with a couple of right hands. Cable then rears back for another shot, but Enigma blocks it. He then wraps Cable up, getting him around the chest, before lifting the surprised man up… and giving him a German suplex that sends Cable over the ropes and to the floor!! The crowd splits, half gasping and half cheering as Cable disappears from view, while Enigma hangs an arm on the top rope, looking down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable just took a horrendous fall courtesy of the champion!
CJJ: Not many men could toss a guy Cable’s size, but Enigma’s power knows no bounds! This one might be over now! Just let him get counted out, Enigma, and his last chance is over!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That doesn’t fit Enigma’s MO, CJJ…
As the referee is counting away, Enigma is already out on the apron. He takes the stairs down, maneuvering around to where Cable is trying to recover from the crash landing he just took. Enigma gives him a hand up, but it’s only to launch Cable into the side of the railing, right in front of the fans. Enigma follows after him, asking if Cable sees before banging his head into the railing, sending him slumping to the floor. Enigma then turns, going back to the ring and rolling in just long enough to break the count, before coming back out. He goes back to Cable, smashing him with a double axehandle blow across the back of the neck, knocking Cable to the ground.
Enigma then leans over him, scowling, before dragging Cable back up to his feet. Cable struggles to get free, trying to find a few seconds of freedom, but it’s not meant to be. Enigma already has him locked in, lifting Cable into the air… and hitting the Hellbound (Pumphandle Slam) on the outside!!! While the outside mat takes a portion of the blow, Cable obviously has been knocked senseless, laying there, as Enigma pulls himself back up, making his way slowly back to the ring. He rolls inside, getting up and watching as the referee works his way upwards towards a 10 count.
CJJ: I love this! Cable’s opportunity is going to end because he can’t even answer the bell! Genius!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t know if that’s what Enigma is going for. He looks like he’s studying Cable, as if wanting him to get back in the ring.
CJJ: Why would he want that, when the win is right here in front of him?
The Smash Champion is still watching closely as the referee reaches 6 on his count, raising up the second hand. Outside, we see Cable stirring, as if trying to figure out where he’s at. The referee shouts 7, as the crowd desperately pushes for Cable to get back into the ring. Cable sits up, clearing the cobwebs from his brain, and starts to get to his feet. The referee yells out 8, with Cable looking over that way, taking a step forward before falling to a knee. Enigma is still watching closely, waiting, as the referee hesitates, before calling out 9. Cable, hearing it, summons a last bit of adrenaline, shoving himself back up and diving forward, sliding into the ring before the referee can complete the count!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He made it!
CJJ: Yeah, and he’s going to regret that decision right about now…
As Cable tries to sit up, Enigma is there, hauling him to his feet. In full control, Enigma locks Cable into position, then takes him over with a T-Bone suplex, throwing him across the ring! The effort nearly causes Enigma to go down as well, but he recovers, making his way over to the downed Cable. He pulls him up again, saying something to the challenger, before locking him in a second time, and landing a SECOND T-Bone suplex!! The crowd is in awe at this display of power, even as Enigma goes back over to Cable, who’s still gamely trying to get up. This leads to Enigma hitting a THIRD T-Bone, sending Cable crashing down, before Enigma staggers over and makes the cover, holding him down.
1!!
2!!
THR-No, Cable kicks out! Enigma stares down at him, wondering how much punishment this man is willing to take to stay alive in this one. He hauls Cable up once more, with Cable almost immediately slumping down to a knee, as the wind has been fully knocked out of him. Enigma shakes his head, grabbing Cable by the mask, and pulls him up again, looking him dead in the eyes. Cable stares defiantly back, so Enigma locks him up again, this time landing an exploder suplex!! With Cable laying on the mat, Enigma gets on top again, working to keep his shoulders on the mat.
1!!
2!!
THR-NO! The kickouts continue!
PATRICK MATHEWS: John Cable refuses to stay down!
CJJ: What is WRONG with this man? Doesn’t he know when he’s beaten?
PATRICK MATHEWS: The Beast never stops fighting, CJJ!
CJJ: Well then the Beast is going to get put down!!
Enigma gets to his feet, breathing heavily from the exertion, but still looking a little surprised that Cable is still refusing to stay down. He grabs at the masked man, hauling him up, and looks him in the eyes, but Cable still refuses to look away. Enigma, riled up, lifts Cable up into a bear hug, swinging him back and forth, trying to crack his spine! The referee moves in, but Cable refuses to give up, basically shouting that he’ll never quit!! Enigma, hearing this, throws Cable down hard out of the bear hug, leaving him laying on the mat, as Enigma rubs at his scalp. He seems to decide that enough is enough.
With Cable struggling to sit up, still wanting to go, Enigma steps around him, dragging the wounded warrior to his feet. He signals for the end, wanting the Face Eraser! Cable doesn’t seem to have any defense, as Enigma gets him into position, wrapping the man’s arm around his head like preparing him for an atomic drop. He lifts Cable up, no, Cable somehow reverses out right at the top of the lift, managing to fall behind Enigma! Before the champion can react, Cable picks him up into the air, before dropping Enigma with a fireman’s carry face first powerbomb!!! The crowd roars, even as the referee slips in for the count. But Cable drops onto his back, too out of it to be able to make a cover.
CJJ: Where did THAT come from??
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable just pulled that one out from his soul, denying the reaper his payment just yet!
CJJ: … It’s just a fluke, though, he won’t be able to come back… right?
The crowd is on its feet, willing these fighters to continue, as Enigma rolls himself over to the ropes, pulling himself up. He looks a little dazed, but shakes it off, coming back over to the still recovering Cable. He gets the man up, then rears back to swing, but no, Cable blocks it, then hits Enigma with a stiff right hand instead! Another Enigma swing, another block, another right! The Philadelphia fans are psyched as Cable starts to get his second wind, punching away at Enigma, driving him back to the ropes! He whips Enigma towards the other side, no, Enigma reverses, then lowers his head as Cable comes back… and Cable stops, catching Enigma’s head and landing an impactful DDT!! Cable then rolls him over, making the cover…
1!!
2!!
TH-And Enigma kicks out! Both men start to get up, with Cable drawing on reserves that he didn’t even know he had, landing a few more stiff hits to the champion. He then kicks the hurting Enigma in the gut, doubling him over, before locking him up. Cable looks around at the audience, now giving him their full support, before lifting Enigma up and landing an underhook piledriver!! The ring shakes from the impact, as Cable fights to get Enigma into position afterwards for the pin. The referee is right there…
1!!
2!!
THR-NO! Enigma gets the shoulder up in time!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t know where Cable is getting this from, but he’s taken all the momentum from the champion!
CJJ: This can’t be happening!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh, it is, CJJ, it definitely is!
Cable is back up, his muscles tensing like crazy as he prepares himself in the corner. Enigma, meanwhile, is trying to recover, pulling himself up, as Cable rushes at him, going for a clothesline. Enigma ducks under it, though, avoiding disaster. Cable spins, coming back at him, but Enigma catches him, spinning into a powerslam and ramming Cable hard into the canvas! The crowd feels the impact, cheering, as Enigma stays on top, making the cover…
1!!
2!!
THR-And Cable kicks free again! Enigma, trying to pull himself back together, works to get up, hauling Cable up with one arm. But Cable suddenly lifts Enigma into the air, going for The Darkest Hour!!! Enigma frantically shoves off, managing to fall back to the mat, as Cable turns around. Enigma spins into him with a backfist, no, Cable blocks it. He kicks Enigma in the gut, bending him over, and then grabs him, locking him up for the Waking Nightmare!!! No, Enigma shoves his legs with all he’s got, driving both men backwards… right into the referee, crushing him in between the wrestlers and the corner!!! The referee collapses, even as a distracted Cable gets tossed overhead by Enigma, doing a roll when hitting to save himself the worst of the damage. Cable pops up, charging at Enigma, who has the same idea… and BOTH GO DOWN from a double clothesline!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable’s down!! Enigma’s down!!
CJJ: And the referee is seeing more stars than the Hollywood Walk of Fame! That guy is toast, we need a new ref out here!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And here comes one… oh no…Oh No…
CJJ: OH YES!!!
The crowd, seeing the same thing the announcers are seeing, begins booing heavily… as Joe Montuori comes running out from the backstage area, heading for the ring! He’s carrying a steel chair with him along with a sick smile, excited at the opportunity that’s been presented to him. He slides into the ring, noting that the referee is still unconscious, before turning towards John Cable. The wrestler rolls onto his stomach and begins to push up, trying to recover, having no clue that JMont is now in the ring. The leader of the Fortunate Ones grins, smacking the steel chair on the mat, and then positions himself. He comes forward, rearing back with a mighty swing…
And Enigma grabs the chair from behind, yanking it away!!! The Wells Fargo Center explodes!!
CJJ: What on EARTH is Enigma doing??
PATRICK MATHEWS: He doesn’t want JMont to interfere!!
CJJ: Why the hell not?? One shot from that chair, even if a ref sees it, and Enigma keeps his belt!! LET HIM DO IT, ENIGMA!!
JMont looks completely flummoxed, gesturing towards the chair, wanting it back. But Enigma just shakes his head no, then tosses the chair to the side, sending it sliding out of the ring! JMont, stunned, gets in Enigma’s face, demanding to know why he did that. He points out that he’s there for him, as the leader of The Fortunate Ones, and they need to do this now! JMont then turns towards Cable… and Enigma grabs him from behind, turning JMont around and throwing him over the top rope!!! JMont tumbles onto the apron, managing to land on his feet, although he still took a bump. He looks back, his eyes wide with fury as he yells at Enigma, who just glares back at him.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Enigma just threw out Joe Montuori!!
CJJ: Why Enigma Why??
Enraged, JMont starts to climb back up onto the apron, when a series of hands grab him from behind. He gets tugged down, as members of the security force are now there, subduing him!! JMont fights against them, demanding to be let go, but the Philadelphia security guards are not to be trifled with. They drag him backwards, away from the match, as Enigma watches him go.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Does this mean that Enigma is out of the Fortunate Ones?
CJJ: I just don’t understand…
As JMont is taken towards the backstage area, Enigma shakes his head, and then walks over to where Cable is still working to pull himself up. He pulls at Cable, dragging him up by one arm… and Cable, having no idea what just transpired, suddenly lifts Enigma up in the air, spinning him around to hit The Darkest Hour!!! The crowd erupts with a mixed reaction, knowing what just happened, but Cable barely seems to be able to focus, as he crawls over to Enigma, making the cover for one… two… three… four… five…
But the referee is still down, so this match continues!
CJJ: What a ruthless move from The Beast!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He didn’t see JMont, CJJ! He was just continuing the match, wrestling on instinct!
CJJ: A likely story, you think this guy, known for ambushing people, wouldn’t take advantage of the situation??
Slowly, Cable raises his head, realizing that the referee isn’t going to be making the count anytime soon. He pulls himself up, on shaky legs, stumbling over to him, shaking the man to try and rouse him. But the referee just slumps to the side, completely motionless. Disappointed, Cable limps back over to Enigma, pulling his competition up. He gets Enigma to his feet… and Enigma lashes out, grabbing Cable by the throat and lifting him up to deliver the Questions & Answers chokebomb!!! The crowd reacts again, losing it, as Enigma stays in position for the cover, with the seconds ticking by. The main ref is still motionless… but a second referee is FINALLY running in from the back! It’s a long run, but he sets a speed record charging down the aisle. He slides full-speed into the ring, slapping the mat…
1!!
2!!
THREE-NOOOOO!!!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh My God!!! Cable kicked out!!!
CJJ: I thought that was it for sure, but the ref took too long to get there!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: At least we finally have a replacement, someone get Jeffries out of there!
Medical staff arrive on the side, working to get the ref out of the ring, as the second one circles around warily, watching as Enigma struggles to his feet. Cable is on his knees, breathing heavily. Enigma stares at him, before walking over to the man, grabbing at him. Cable, though, throws a left hand to the gut, followed by a right, and then another left, knocking Enigma back. Cable somehow fights to his feet, shaking with adrenaline and fatigue, hitting Enigma again and again, trying to draw everything he’s got left. But a final punch is caught, with Enigma spinning Cable around and locking the arm around his own throat, basically choking Cable with his own arm! He pulls back, as Cable struggles, trying to break free from the hold, as the champ tries to lock it in tighter… and Cable gets his feet up, pushing off of the startled referee and causing both men to fall backwards, breaking the hold!
The referee, having been knocked into the ropes, looks upset, but he doesn’t make any calls, knowing how important this match is. Cable, meanwhile, has rolled off of Enigma, landing on his stomach as he takes in a few big gulps of air. Enigma pulls himself together and sits up, getting to his feet, as Cable pushes up as well. The champ locks onto him from behind, wanting to get Cable into position, but Cable answers with a knee to the gut… followed by locking up Enigma and dropping with the Waking Nightmare!!!! The crowd pops huge as Cable slumps to the side, exhausted. He nods his head, feeling the energy from the crowd, as he crawls himself over and works to push Enigma onto his back, getting his shoulders on the mat for the final pin…
1!!
2!!
THREE-NO!!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t believe it!!
CJJ: Cable took too long!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I thought we had a new champion for sure!
Looking devastated, Cable sits back, staring down at Enigma, who has turned onto his side thanks to his kickout. He looks at the referee again for confirmation, and then slowly takes a deep breath and pulls himself up. He gets to his feet, grabbing at the champion and hauling him up with him. He leans down, saying something to Enigma, before then working to get him up on his shoulders for The Darkest Hour!! But Enigma fights back with a couple of strikes to the head, breaking up the Torture Rack and falling back to his feet. Cable spins, desperately lashing out, but it goes over Enigma’s head, spinning Cable around and allowing Enigma to pick him up into the air and land the Face Eraser!!!! The crowd loses it, even as Enigma has to fight free of Cable before turning him over, working into pinfall position…
1!!
2!!
THREE-NO!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: How?? How do they keep kicking out??
CJJ: Enigma is a driven man, Patrick, but I don’t know how to explain Cable!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He knows this is it! He can’t allow it to end! I wouldn’t be surprised if his body is kicking out purely on instinct at this point!
The fans are losing it, wildly cheering, as Enigma slowly gets to his feet. He looks down at Cable, who is now trying to sit up, refusing to stay down. He wearily struggles to a knee, then almost falls over again, but his hand drops down, keeping him up. Cable then rises on wobbling legs, staggering, barely able to stay upright. He’s still ready, though, giving Enigma a weak motion to come on, wanting to keep fighting. Enigma seems to respect this, stepping forward and landing a stiff right hand that sends Cable back into the ropes. But Cable comes back, throwing his own right hand, staggering Enigma back. The two men keep throwing punches, with the crowd roaring, knowing that this is the final wave between two gladiators.
Enigma lands another hard hit, with Cable almost falling. He grabs at Enigma’s shoulder, trying to stabilize, trying to get the world to stop spinning. He then swings again, but this one misses, with Enigma moving his head to avoid it. Enigma then steps in, grabbing hold of Cable and scoop slamming him, driving him into the canvas! Cable sits up in agony, his back killing him. But he still refuses to stay down, struggling back to his feet, wanting more. Enigma is ready, though, stepping in and picking Cable up into the air, holding him aloft. Cable tries to pull free, but there’s nothing he can do, as Enigma lands…
DAMNATION!!
The impact shakes the ring, with Enigma ending up on top, hanging on tightly this time to keep Cable down. The referee does his job, sliding in…
1!!
2!!
THREE!!!!
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WINNER, AND STILL SMASH HW CHAMPION: ENIGMA
Match Time: 25:33
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What a match!!
CJJ: I gotta admit, I find myself having more respect for John Cable after that one. The guy just wouldn’t stay down!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He gave Enigma a war that no one will ever forget, but the champion still managed to retain. An incredible war to end the night!
CJJ: But I still don’t know what Enigma’s thinking about Joe Montuori! We’re going to need answers to that!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And I’m sure we’ll get them. For right now, though, we’ve had an intense night, and we’re all in the need for some rest! We’ll see you all on the next Monday Night Smash!
CJJ: Whew, damn, do I need a drink!!
Enigma holds up the Smash Championship high in the air, having done the belt of his lost friend justice tonight. He leaves the ring, as Cable sits up, looking frustrated at how things ended. The referee tries to help him up, but Cable pushes him away, falling towards the ropes. He struggles to get up, as the crowd begins to chant his name, cheering on the warrior. Cable looks around at the sold-out audience in the Wells Fargo Arena, and the massive reception they’re giving him, as he seems to nod their way. The cheering goes on, as we see Enigma halfway up the ramp, looking back, his prize securely tucked to his shoulder. He stares towards the ring, where Cable stares back, as the picture slowly fades out.
Thanks to the following match-writers:
Jonathan Barrows
Dubois
Chris Page
Johnny Stylez
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
Jonathan Barrows
Sonya Benson
Dubois
Enchantra
Devlin Knight
Joe Montuori
Chris Page
Gabe Reno
Maxwell Mason Stone
Jonathan Barrows
Dubois
Chris Page
Johnny Stylez
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
Jonathan Barrows
Sonya Benson
Dubois
Enchantra
Devlin Knight
Joe Montuori
Chris Page
Gabe Reno
Maxwell Mason Stone