Monday Night Smash Results: 02.12.24
Feb 12, 2024 21:55:24 GMT -5
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Post by Jonathan Barrows on Feb 12, 2024 21:55:24 GMT -5
As the commercials wrap up at the top of the hour, we find ourselves suddenly faced with a pinker screen than normal. Roses begin to populate all the way across the screen, filling in what appears to be a large, flowery heart.
The season of Valentine’s…
Some blue birds fly by, tweeting happily on their way through. The flowers finish populating the heart, making it a beautiful sight to many. In the center of that heart, a winged cupid darts into view, fluttering as it raises up a cute bow & arrow, winking towards the camera.*
Love is in the air…
The cupid giggles, flapping its wings to get a little more height. As the romantic music swells, the cupid takes aim. It raises the heart-tipped arrow towards us, notched, ready to fire.
... But not here…
A hammer flies into view, smashing into the cupid. It’s sent rocketing backwards into the flowery heart… which erupts into flames, quickly igniting everything around it. The music suddenly becomes a heavier rock tune, as the color shifts from pretty in pink to flaming red.
... Here, there is no romance… there’s only action…
Video clips begin to run, showing shots from WGWF’s Last Chance. We see Maxwell Mason Stone taking out John Blade with the Momenta Axis, making a triumphant debut. We then see shots of Gideon King and Ragnarok going at it, with Ragnarok getting the Bone Crusher for the victory, standing tall afterwards.
And suspense…
Next are shots from Edward Grado taking on Seth Stevens. We see Grado with a chance to win, only to have Stevens use the ropes in a quick pin to steal away the victory. Next, we see shots from the X Division Title Steel Asylum match, showing several wrestlers taking some hard falls on their attempts to escape the cage. The video specifically shows Samuel Chatman getting handcuffed by Amber Mansley, only to have that same tactic backfire on her later in the match. The final shot shows Damage driving Clyde Newton through the wall of the cage, shattering it.
Treachery…
The picture jumps to Chris Page attacking Joe Montouri at the beginning of their No Holds Barred match, knocking him into Shaun Hart. We then see the involvement of The Fortunate Ones, as well as Devlin Knight, The Showstoppers, & The Lone Wolves. In the end, we see Page seemingly in control, only to have guest referee Sonya Benson take him out with the Bitch Trigger. We then see JMont give Page a JKO onto a barbed-wire baseball bat to get the victory. Benson’s and Montuori’s embrace afterwards is shown over the fallen Page.
And violence…
The brutal war between Jestyr Seryous and FPV is shown, with both men seemingly wanting to take the other out. We see a clipped shot of the final landing of the Bed Time Story off the middle turnbuckle, which left FPV to need medical treatment afterwards, with Seryous insulting him while they worked on him. We then switch to the Free Fall match for the WGWF World Tag Titles, showing Sports Entertainment Xpress and Iconoclast brawling it out high above. We see another shot of Marshall & Chaos falling, followed by the controversial ending.
Deception…
We see the war for the X Division Title in the Ultimate X match, and some of the biggest moves, including Corey Bull giving Damage the Last Ride powerbomb, Clyde Newton getting the Fetal Ending, and Xavier Lux using other wrestlers like launching pads to fly up towards the championship. We then see Amber Mansley interfering to stop Lux, Samuel Chatman coming down to attack Mansley, and a security guard revealed as JMont as he hit Damage with the JKO. Newton is pictured holding up the X Division Title above his head in celebration, while Damage glared after him.
And triumph…
The stand-off between Smash Champion Enigma and challenger Johnathan “The Beast” Cable is shown, followed by several clips as the two men engaged in a war to end all wars. Both men are shown hitting big maneuvers and nearly winning. We see the ref going down, with JMont once again trying to take advantage, only for Enigma to send him from the ring. Cable then nearly won with The Darkest Hour, but with no referee, the match continued. We then see the final seconds, with Enigma getting control of a desperately-fighting Cable and landing Damnation, getting the victory to retain the title and ending Cable’s Last Chance.
There may not be any chocolates or bouquets found here tonight… but all of you are guaranteed to get what you really want… welcome… to Monday Night Smash!
The video clips suddenly end with one more eruption of flames, followed by shots from the PPG Paints Arena in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! The crowd is hot, coming off of a PPV show, showing that everyone’s expecting some big things here tonight. We span across the sold-out audience filling the arena before heading towards the announce table.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Good evening, fans! Welcome to the hottest wrestling show in the world today! Welcome to Monday Night Smash!
CJJ: We just came from the biggest PPV of the year so far, Last Chance, and we’re only into February! This year is going to be insane!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Tonight, we’ll see the ramifications of the many events that took place at Last Chance, as well as some top competition from some of our biggest stars. We’re now on the road to WrestleWars, and you can expect some bumps along the way…
CJJ: As long as the Fortunate Ones are controlling the drive, I have no problems with it.
The lights go down, greenish strobes pulsing in time with an ominous tempo as it grows in volume, the bass notes nearly drowning out the booing it elicits as some of the more die-hard fans recognize it for what it is. A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, a haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of “Night of the Wolf” by Nox Arcana.
"Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus"
A hulking horned beast appears from the gloom, slowly and methodically stalking towards the ring. His leather doomsday cloak is open over his massive chest, each step bringing him further into the light until "The Monster Machine" is revealed in full. The dark and Gothic chanting continues, music swelling in volume as each pulse in the tempo and each measured step of the monster are in sync.
"Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita
Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita"
ENIGMA ascends the ring steps and subtly wipes his feet on the apron, turning towards the crowd as he removes the horned skull mask, revealing his soot-streaked face and colourless eyes. Throwing his head back, he sprays a bloody mist into the air before letting out a snarl. When his head lowers, blood drips from his chin and down his heaving chest, some spattering on the gleaming faceplace of the SMASH World Championship that's fastened around his waist. Slowly and methodically, he unfastens it and holds it aloft, a sadistic grin on his face as he soaks up the mixed reaction of the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Is it just me or does the crowd tonight seem to be cheering a bit louder than they used to?
CJJ: After blowing off Denise Essex during the opening contest of Last Chance, he asked for this time and promised some answers. Here’s hoping we actually get some!
The crowd noise finally dies down and ENIGMA lifts the microphone to his lips after snatching it from the ringside tech.
ENIGMA: Do you know what bothers me more than anything else in this business of ours?
There’s the briefest of pauses, as though he’s waiting for an answer that clearly isn’t forthcoming from the restless crowd. His gaze roams over the rows, eyes locking on and winning staring contests with several brave souls before he continues.
ENIGMA: This incessant chatter. This abhorrent need to fill every silence with words as though any of the opinions of the worthless and weak – the bleatings of sheep – are worth anything? “Why, ENIGMA, why? Why have you turned your back on The Fortunate Ones? Why have you stabbed your friend, your brother JMont in the back not even a month after standing by his side as he said his wedding vows? How could you be so heartless? So casually cruel?”
Every sentence oozes with more and more disdain, his voice rising to mock his many detractors.
ENIGMA: I said it once on social media but I will say it again for those who are just tuning in, for those who have not yet had their eyes opened to the truths of this world. If you have been here to witness my CROWNING ACHIEVEMENT and still dare to question my motivations, you have not been paying attention. DO YOU NOT SEE?!
He roars those words, sending feedback ripping over the sound system.
ENIGMA: This has nothing to do with Montuori or Amber Mansley or the return of Sonya Benson… and the childish GOTCHA antics of TFO as a whole over the past few months, even though my feelings were quite apparent. No. This is not about factions or strength in numbers or finding myself in the role of babysitter time and time again. This has everything to do with…
The pause is for emphasis as he adjusts the championship belt resting over his broad shoulder and a few in the crowd pop on cue.
ENIGMA: MY LEGACY. And what is that? What does this mean? Ah, see… this is a story that began in Japan, when I was invited by a masked stranger named SMASH to answer the challenge of a petulant CORVID child who was running amok on social media, running his mouth about anyone and everything in the hopes that he would find the executioner to put him out of his misery. Of course, I accepted. The match, well you know the story. It never happened. A replacement was sought and that vain little scavenger did his best to bury the truth when he popped his head out of the hole like a happy little groundhog a few months later. He has been busy, though, padding his record and carving out his niche in the smallest ponds that would have him – I will not name names. You know who I’m talking about.
A “KNOX FEARS ENIGMA” chant rings out over the din, picked up by a few more diehard fans as it ripples across the capacity crowd while ENIGMA nods, grinning and laughing to himself.
ENIGMA: And now, by circumstance… because once again JMont failed to get the job done, the gods smile upon me. I am granted this opportunity to cross that name off my list a little over a year later… to prove alongside my equal and the only man to pin my shoulders in a wrestling ring in the last year and WGWF is far superior to that dumpster fire that calls Matthew Knox its top champion. If that’s the measuring stick, that company will be wholly embarrassed at Uncivil–
The tron lights up with staticy snow and a red spotlight shines down onto the stage. “Burning Bright” by Nine Inch Nails hits the speakers, cutting ENIGMA off mid-rant and Maxwell Mason Stone steps out with his Thunder Pro Wrestling American Championship. He looks around at the Smash crowd, smiles and then makes his way down the path to the ring.
CJJ: I don't think Stone interrupting the Monster Machine was on anyone’s bingo card for 2024.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well he is a member of this roster. And a champion in TPW to boot. Can’t blame the guy for taking exception to all the shade being thrown Thunder Pro’s way.
Stone slides into the ring and gets face to face with The Monster Machine. For a moment the two stare each other down, the crowd literally holding their breath in anticipation.
CJJ: Some might say it would be brave to do what Stone's doing right here but I'd say it's absolutely FOOLISH!
Stone raises the mic in his hand and begins to speak.
MMS: Hello, Sev… I believe this is the first time I've stood in a ring with you so allow me to introduce myself to you officially: my name is Maxwell Mason Stone and we have ourselves a match in a few weeks. I wanted to get a head start and come over to WGWF Smash because I wanted to get an up close look at my competition.
Enigma stares at Stone, unphased by his words.
MMS: I got a call from Mister Denzel Porter a few months ago asking if I was interested in facing you and at his biggest event ever in a co main event match and I'm sure Mr. Porter was ecstatic when I told him “hell yeah”.
The WGWF Smash crowd cheers as Enigma continues to stare down Stone, unimpressed.
MMS: I've always been impressed by your skills in this ring and witnessed the utter dominance you're capable of when we were wrestling for another company last year. I said I wanted to fight you then. You said you wanted better opponents – nobody listened to either of us.
The Smash Champion chuckles, shaking his head but still refraining from interjecting.
MMS: Times are different now and I am a different me and I'm sure you're a different you. But I've seen how things end for me and I know that end is coming soon.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We've heard him make reference to this “end” before. What the heck is he talking about?
MMS: You're getting a Maxwell Mason Stone who made a choice to walk into the WGWF and walk right up to the biggest, baddest warrior here and slap them right in the face.
Stone SLAPS ENIGMA in the face, the sound reverberating through the microphones and the impact leaving a handprint through the war paint on his cheek. The Monster Machine doesn’t hesitate, immediately unleashing a flurry of left and rights on the face of Stone that leave him dazed.
PATRICK MATHEWS: PANDEMONIUM has erupted in the middle of the ring! Stone and Enigma swinging at each other!
CJJ: Why on Earth did Stone think that was a good idea?!
ENIGMA slams a forearm into his face and then FLINGS Stone into the corner. The moment he hits, the Monster Machine grabs him around the neck in a chokehold. He lifts Stone into the air and hits him with that devastating chokebomb, almost slamming him right through the canvas!
PATRICK MATHEWS: QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS!! WGWF officials are swarming the ring now and Enigma is livid!!
Stone rolls out of the ring onto the ground below. Enigma picks his WGWF Smash title belt off of the canvas and storms away from the ring in anger as officials barricade the aisle, effectively keeping the two apart even though Stone is back on his feet, trying to break through the wall of security shirts to take off after the Monster Machine.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We're not even at Uncivil War and here we are having a battle break out between the two co-main eventers of night 3 of the Denzel Porter Invitational! This is absolutely insane!
CJJ: Talk about uncivil… it doesn’t get much more hostile than what we just witnessed between those two.
We hard-cut to the PPG Paints Arena parking lot and pulling up to the spot is a convoy of supercars with all the bells and whistles that make the poor scream “eat the rich.”
Oh, this is only the tip of the iceberg. This isn’t just an ordinary convoy. This isn’t just the heralding of the ratings machine known as the Fortunate Ones. This is a funeral procession. This is evidenced by the funeral hearse that pulls up with them.
Famed police chief Chris Roma, who leads the convoy in his SUV, brings them to a stop. The fans watching this on the Smash-Tron come unglued with nuclear heat as J Mont, Sonya Benson, Amber Mansley, Shaun Hart, Norris, and Smith hop out of their absurd vehicles and meet up with Chris, not before clanging “too sweet” gestures.
PATRICK MATTHEWS: This is beyond disrespect. I’m not gonna comment on this! I won’t give them any shine for this! Disgusting!
CJJ: Well then I will! Ladies and gentlemen watching at home, the Fortunate Ones have arrived in style as always… Well, most of them. I don’t see Clyde. J Mont must have something big planned for him. Oh, and Chris Page is lying his dead ass in the hearse after J Mont masterfully checkmated him at Last Dance!
Chris Roma fakes being somber and nods to them.
Chief Chris Roma: As you requested, I have escorted the extended family of Chris Page in my SUV and they will be doing pallbearer duties also at your request.
J Mont thanks him and motions for them to step up as Roma introduces them.
Chief Chris Roma: Patrick Page..
Chief Chris Roma: Percy Page..
Chief Chris Roma: Austin Page…
Chief Chris Roma: Dirk Page…
Chief Chris Roma: His wife, of course, Candice Page…She is still in shock as you can see.. Hasn’t washed her face since Last Dance.
Chief Chris Roma: And his estranged sister… Paula Page..
Amber nearly pukes at the sight of some of them but holds it together. Shaun consoles her and compliments her on how brave she is being right now.
J MONT: My condolences. I didn’t want to do what I did but Chris Page left me no choice. I hope I can make things right tonight by doing this funeral service. Shall we?
He motions to the hearse and the pallbearers remove the casket and everyone makes their way through the back and onto the ramp where they are DROWNED with hate. All the 3x extra security Barrows hired aren’t enough to keep some of the fans from spilling over the rail to get after them.
When we come back from the trailer advert we find the Fortunate Ones in the ring minus Clyde Newton, and the casket is in the ring as well.
J MONT: Now show some damn respect for Chris Page as we watch the highlights of his career, under the beautiful singing voice of Miss Amber Mansley.
He hands the mic off to Amber and she makes the angels in heaven cry with how alluring her singing voice is while she pipes the lyrics to the funeral classic “On The Wings of a Snow White Dove.”
The crowd is livid as she continues singing while the video package plays all Chris’s most brutal and humiliating defeats, especially the one at Last Chance against the BEAST, J Mont. Amber takes a bow and pretends to wipe a tear from the emotional overwhelm of her passionate singing.
AMBER MANSLEY: I would like to dedicate that to my friend, J Mont, and Sonya Benson for being the ones who vanquished Chris Page from our lives. It took a true warrior and a real man to show that The Fortunate Ones are the true rulers of this business. With Chris Page gone, WGWF can roam freely and to higher heights. With that said, I’ll pass it back to Joe who will describe his beautiful victory and triumph over the greediest entity that has ruined this sport.
She passes the microphone back to Joe who takes it with a smile on his face genuinely appreciating Amber for her kind words.
J MONT: The REAL BEAST stood tall at the end. Page is not a BEAST, he is a BUST! He opened his mouth and I shut it. He thought he had the upper hand, but I took my hand and smacked him in the face. He thought he was running things but I ran all over him. He thought it was his show, but everyone sees it as The Fortunate Ones Show. Candice thinks she has Power here, but Mia is going to teach her a lesson. Am I sad that I took the career and life of Chris Page? Hell No! He knew what he was getting himself into. He knew that J Mont was not a man to cross or try to back into a corner. He knew from the CCPE days just how TWIZTED I can be. This is all HIS FAULT and Candice’s fault. I did what I had to do for my family and The Fortunate ones.
As if things couldn’t get worse, Paula Page steps up to give the Eulogy of her dead brother.
PAULA PAGE: Let me first begin by sayi- GRRHHUNF
JKO OUTTA NOWHERE!!!!
Paula Page is destroyed in an instant! The fans are riotous. CJJ and Patrick Mathews are being drowned out by the vociferous crowd.
And then…
SWOOSH!
The lid flies off the casket and up sits Clyde Newton wearing a Chris Page mask. He rips it off and tosses it into the crowd, then adjusts his X Division Championship proudly draped on his shoulder.
CLYDE NEWTON: THE CHAMP… IS… HERE!!!!
He hops out of the casket and flips open the other end of the coffin, which is packed with ice and bottles of the world’s most lavish champagne. He tosses each member a bottle and they pops the corks. The celebration is in full swing.
He then tries to speak some more, but the crowd is absolutely not having it, and for over two minutes he tries speaking but the fans drown him out with boos.
CLYDE NEWTON: Well fuck you too then, fans.
Now, the mic is given to Sonya Benson, and boy howdy does the heat become nuclear. She has to wait for several moments for the noise level to die down before speaking.
SONYA BENSON: Well, Well, Well. Twitter has exploded since Last Chance. People want all the juicy deets on how this plan came together, and you’re damn right I’m telling you because I want every one of you to know how stupid and gullible you are. So, how long was this plan in place? Since I lost my TV Title to Kim Pain at Summer Madness. Yep. The long game, baybay. When I laid there in that hospital bed being consoled by J Mont while having my DESTROYED FACE PIECED BACK TOGETHER… I knew Chris Page was the end game. It was Chris Page who had to pay the ultimate price.
She breaks from her spiel momentarily, the mere name Chris Page invoking the most hateful expression.
SONYA BENSON: It was Chris Page who laughed when Punisher mock RAPED me in the ring. It was Chris Page who did nothing to penalize the Punisher for doing that. It was Chris Page who turned that traumatizing event into a storyline. It was Chris Page who gave Punisher all the cards to play with, all the advantageous match stipulations, and then forced me to join CCPE because there was no way in hell I could’ve beaten Punisher without his direct hand at play.
Another pause. Her face morphs into that hateful and renowned Benson bitch-face.
SONYA BENSON: And it was Chris Page who gave Kim Pain unlimited shots at my title until finally, after once again giving my opposition every match stipulation advantage possible, Kim took it from me. It was Chris Page who was staring down the barrel of his career's mortality and riding out the last moments via J Mont’s coattail. It was Chris Page’s OBSESSION with J Mont that I knew we could exploit.
This time, a sharkish grin.
SONYA BENSON: So, I told J Mont about the plan I had, and J Mont being the brilliant strategist that he is, fine-tuned it to perfection. He would betray me. I’d go away for a while and then return when Chris Page was set to put the nail in J Mont’s coffin. We needed a good pawn to sell the betrayal, to spam post it on Twitter, so J Mont tricked Justin York into joining, and together they brutally attacked me, and yes that attack was real… I was hurt and had to spend weeks recovering, but it was worth it. But we also needed a legit member to join in my absence, and that’s when I recruited this magnificent woman right here.
Sonya loops an arm over Amber’s shoulder, and Amber does the same to Sonya. The two stare at the camera, dual bitch-faces on display, and then they burst out cackling.
SONYA BENSON: How could I not pick her? She wasn’t a replacement for me, she was an UPGRADE. I mean, just look at her. Taller than me. Stronger than me. Prettier than me. Unlike me, she knows how to wrestle and is DAMN good at it. She’s perfect. We recruited her and told her the plan, and she was on board. You SHEEPLE fell so hard for it too. Guess what? All those times Amber and I were humiliating each other on Twitter were me and her sitting next to each other slurping Spiced Chai Lattes and giggling over it.
Oh boy the fans are LIVID, cussing, throwing things, spitting at them.
SONYA BENSON: We knew Flash Rotten would eventually betray us given his history, it’s why the group still shat on him after I departed, so we left him out of the loop but made sure to use him to fire me as his last act as GM. That was crucial because it allowed me to go elsewhere, structure my deal, and get those last five wins out of the way. It also allowed the group to grow stronger with the addition of our NEW X Division Champion, Sly Clyde Newton.
Sonya turns to him as the jeers roll in like a tidal wave, and she does the “we’re not worthy” bow.
SONYA BENSON: However, Page did throw a wrench into things. He made his move faster than expected. I only had one more win to go elsewhere when he reached out to me about being the special referee and when he did, J Mont had the brilliant sex tape idea. By the way, there was indeed a tape, but it wasn’t a sex tape it was this…
The Smash-Tron comes to life showing a hidden camera scene between Sonya Benson and presumably Chris Page.
ALLEGEDLY CHRIS PAGE: Please Sonya, I’m begging you, PLEASE be the special ref. You get your revenge. I get to cut the head of the snake. The Fortunate Ones die. I’ll give you whatever you want. You only have one more win to go right? I’ll give you whatever opponent you want. Milk Mason? Coding Rhodes? Some local talent enhancer? You got it.
The whole group burst out laughing after the clip ends.
SONYA BENSON: Yes, Chris. I do have one more match left but I’m here in a managerial capacity for TFO, not signed to active competition, so only I get to say when, where, and who I face, so HA! Take that! Now, I’m sure you’re all wondering why I’d stick around in ANY capacity after my quota is done. It’s simple. Revenge. For over two years I have had different promotions parade me in front of you wrestling fans, using my pain and suffering as a selling point for ratings, despite me being wholly untrained for most of it. For over two years, you FUCKING people have mocked me, laughed at my RAPE in the ring, and applauded the desecrations committed on me by these barbarous savages in the locker room. For over two years you PIECES OF SHIT have mentally and emotionally TORTURED me.
Sonya visibly shakes. Her eyes dance with mischief. Her cheeks burn red with fury.
SONYA BENSON: So now it’s MY TURN… MOTHERFUCKERS! I’m gonna terrorize your heroes. I’m gonna help the Fortunate Ones rip this promotion apart. For the next two years, you, the fans, and you in the locker room are gonna be the Unfortunate Ones… and you can take that…. to the bank!
And with that, she drops the mic. J Mont walks up to Sonya and gives his bestie a big hug. They both turn to the camera and wink at the same time reminding everyone that they will always have the upper hand. J Mont looks down at the mic and picks it up.
J MONT: Oh yeah, to piggyback off of what Sonya said. I have a big surprise for Sonya later on when we get backstage. But the WGWF, Smash or Brawl have been put on notice. Jonathan Barrows, we are still good, just remember that. But for everyone else, you are fucked. Clyde is not letting go of that X Division Title. Amber is going to have BLOOD on her hands soon, just watch and learn. And let’s just say that I have some unfinished business with my so-called friend Enigma. The sound of 2 Time World Champion here in the WGWF sounds pretty good to me. And let’s just say that Sonya is going to have a lot of fun here and get her revenge on EVERYONE that did her wrong, and WE will have her back throughout it all. The Lines have been drawn and it's time for WAR. You can move your pawns all around, but just remember, when you play the game with The Fortunate Ones, you will get……
The Fortunate Ones get together in the center of the ring and hold their arms high in the air. Letting everyone know that this is their show.
PATRICK MATTHEWS: I would just give everyone in that ring a PINK SLIP and move on.
CJJ: So you want the ratings on SMASH to be worse than Brawl. Makes complete sense, you moron. The Fortunate Ones are best for business. And look how good Amber and Sonya look. Put me in the middle of them like the frosting on an Oreo.
PATRICK MATTHEWS: You really need some help. You are supposed to be impartial here and all you ever do is kiss the ass of J Mont and The Fortunate Ones!
CJJ: I know what the people want and I know what I am doing.
J Mont motions for TFO to take their leave as he’s prepared for the war that’s about to unfold with his opponent. The lights in the arena go dark…
The crowd erupts!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Here we go!
The Smash-Tron lights up with the video package for John Blade. The lights come back up revealing John Blade in the ring with his back to J Mont, head down under a lime green hat, matching t-shirt, and typical jorts.
CJJ: Welcome to John Blade’s funeral.
J Mont points and laughs at John Blade from behind before starting to sneak up from behind where he spins Blade around and looks for the JKO! Blade shoves Mont off him and into the ropes where Mont bounces off the ropes and into a Spinbuster Slam!
John Blade stands to his feet where he removes his hat and raises his head.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s not John Blade! That’s CHRIS PAGE!
The roof explodes as Page rips the John Blade lime green shirt off like he was Hulk Hogan in the late 80’s.
CJJ: What the hell is that sore loser doing here!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He owns the company, he can kinda go where he wants when he wants.
The ovation is so loud you can hardly hear yourself thing. Page drops down into a full mount position on J Mont where he begins unloading with right hands! The crowd erupts with boos as AMBER MANSLEY, CLYDE NEWTON, and SHAWN HART all sprint back toward the ring! Page gets off Mont and the first member of TFO to hit the ring is Shaun Hart who immediately charges Page, and it’s Chris who sidesteps him and hurls Hart over the top rope and out the floor!
Newton is next in the ring and rushes Page who kicks Clyde in the balls!
Mansley looks to dive under the bottom rope but halts and thinks better of it. J Mont struggles as he works his way back to his feet as Page sizes him up. J Mont slowly spins around where Page drives a boot to the gut that doubles J Mont over for Page to underhook the arms! The crowd roars as Page hoists Mont up in the air and drives him into the mat with a thunderous PAGE PLANT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: YES! Give that rat bastard what he deserves!
Page is shown getting back to his feet as we see Mansley reaching under the bottom ropes pulling Clyde out to the floor while on the other side of the ring, Shaun Hart pulls J Mont out to the floor! The crowd is insane as Chris Page calls for the microphone.
CJJ: Someone check on J Mont!
Page walks toward the ropes and reaches through them as he’s handed a microphone. TFO reaches the top of the ramp.
CHRIS PAGE: Where you going? We were just starting to have fun.
J Mont and TFO spout out towards the ring.
CHRIS PAGE: Come the DPI and what I’m GOING to do to you is just an appetizer for what will be my main course because on April 21st at AT&T Stadium in Dallas, Texas I’m going to take us back to where it all began, Joe. We’re going back to where you have no where to run, nowhere to hide, and NOBODY to save you… We’re going back to HELL IN A CELL!
J Mont is completely beside himself as we see TFO holding him back as J Mont screams out.
J MONT: ABUSE OF POWER!
Chris extends a middle finger toward J Mont. The crowd goes ballistic as Chris stands in the center of the ring holding his arms out begging J Mont to come back down that ramp.
PATRICK MATHEWS: WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT FOR WRESTLEWARS 2024! NIGHT TWO, J MONT/PAGE inside HELL IN A CELL! Dallas, Texas is NEVER going to be the same again!
CJJ: J MONT CALLED IT! ABUSE OF POWER is exactly what this is! How unfair to stick J Mont back inside Hell in a Cell with that rabid, power-hungry prick? Something HAS to be done!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Knock that off! After EVERYTHING J Mont has done, even stepping inside Hell in a Cell is getting off light if you ask me,.
"Amber Mansley, a name whispered with disdain in the corridors of power and amongst those who've encountered her manipulative tendrils. She is a fucking leech, sucking the lifeblood out of anyone unfortunate enough to cross her path.
With a saccharine smile and honeyed words, she preys on the unsuspecting, latching onto their successes and draining them dry. Like a parasitic creature, she attaches herself to individuals of influence, feigning friendship and loyalty while secretly plotting her next move.
Amber's modus operandi is one of deceit and manipulation. She ingratiates herself into the lives of others, masquerading as an ally while silently siphoning off their resources and opportunities. She thrives on the vulnerability of her victims, exploiting their trust for her own selfish gain.
Behind her façade of charm lies a heart as black as pitch, devoid of empathy or remorse. She sees others not as fellow human beings, but as mere stepping stones on her path to power and success. To her, loyalty is a commodity to be bought and sold, and friendships are nothing more than a means to an end.
Those who have fallen victim to Amber's cunning know the sting of betrayal all too well. They've watched helplessly as she weaves her web of deceit, ensnaring them in a trap from which there is no escape. And when they've outlived their usefulness, she discards them without a second thought, leaving behind a trail of broken dreams and shattered lives.
In the cutthroat world of ambition and intrigue, Amber Mansley is a force to be reckoned with. She is a fucking leech, draining the lifeblood out of all who dare to stand in her way. And until she's satisfied her insatiable hunger for power, there will be no stopping her relentless ascent to the top."
Until Now……"
Suddenly SOMEONE, ANYONE by Anberlin kicks over the PA system and the fans immediatley hit their feet and turn toward the entrance way. Je$TyR SeRyOu$ was not scheduled tonight, and that much is made CRySTaL CLeaR by SMASH's top notch announce duo...Listen!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Uhhh, what the hell is going on?
CJJ: Uh, I guess we are fixing to hear from Mr. SeRyOu$?
PATRICK MATHEWS: But that's not on the damn prep sheet, he isn't anywhere on it. He's not even supposed to be here tonight!
CJJ: I find the fact that you are as shocked by this as you are absolutely HILARIOUS!!! Look at this fuggin guy, you think for two seconds he wouldn't find some kinda way to come out here and rub FPV's face in it, then you sir haven't been paying attention!
PATRICK MATHEWS: FPV put up one hell of a fight, and had it on more than occaison!
CJJ: Yeah but like he didn't, cause he did then he would have you know?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah but I'm telling you right now that man making his way out to these thunderous boos deserves every bit of this. There isn't a scrap of honor anywhere in that man!
CJJ: Perhaps, but he won...And well unfortunaltey this is what happens when they fuck around and let this asshole steal one!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I am getting sick with the notion this may be the most insufferable part of this entire episode of SMASH...
CJJ: Or the funniest?...What don't look at me like that I mean he is a clown, and come on he is a little funny!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Of course you find him amusing, I remember when I was 13!
CJJ: Yeah because then it was cool to be living at your moms, mac and cheese just tasted so much better back then am I right?
PATRICK MATHEWS: In no way shape, form or fashion, sir!
CJJ: SHHHHHH...TIME FOR A SERYOUS DISCUSSION!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You’re DUMB...So, so VERY DUMB!!! HELP ME GOD!!!
Je$TyR SeRyOU$ walks out on stage in a dapper tailormade black three piece Armani suit with a dark purple tie. His blue hair slicked all the way back and his black and white crude face paint smeared onto his face like it was done by someone blind, but his black smile stretches from jaw bone to jaw bone, and boy is there a fire in his eyes THIS EVENING. He walks out smoking a cigarette, he immediatley flicks it away and then bends down banging his head to his entrance music. He shoots up sending his hair flying backwards. He already has a mic in hand as he glares at the sea of faceless idiots we all know as wrestling fans. He holds his hands up calling for his music to be cut, and is immediatley obliged.
Jestyr allows the silence to sink in for a moment before the fans decide they aint havin it, and then you are actually able to hear how loud these boos are...But Je$TyR as you very well know is something of an ambitious human being...He thinks he can make them louder, so he opts to go with the SCiEnTiFiC METHOD...His arrogant smirk melts away to a look of intimate concern bordering on fear as he starts doing thart thing he does better than pretty much all of you!
Je$TyR SeRyOuS: OHHH OK GUYZ! Look I know we don't really get along, mostly on the strength of the facts that some how defying all the laws of the universe you people all gathered here together are actually dumber then you all are individually, and me well that's not the case with me! So I get it, if I were anyone of yall I would be furious too! But guys if you would kindly sit down and SHUT YOUR STUPID IRRELEVANT MOUTHS...Keep your two pennies so you can pay to get out of the parking garage and back to your wife sisters house before the sun comes back up and who you are and what you do matterz even less than it did the day before! Where the hell are we anyway?...My guess would be ARKANSAS, which would make you all related to Corey Black to one degree or another, which would explain your moronic, or more so borderline brain dead behavior! So please do us the honor he refuses and just shut the hell up! Cause I got some matterz that need sorting, and I can't do it with you MO-MO's flapping your
But yeah how can a man concentrate on what he has to say while you JiMMY NoBoDIEZ are SITTING THERE SCREAMIN ALL KINDZ OF WORDS BUT NOT SAYIN SHIT!!!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Jestyr rolls his eyes and then laughs, but before it can completley overtake him, he catches himself and does his best to return to his previous state of poise. By the time he accomplishes this the fans have gotten it all out of their system and have finally stopped their insufferable shower of stupidity. His look of concern returns as his eyes dart from one prt of the arena to the other as he continues...
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: GUYS! Look like I was tryin to say a second ago, I came out here to ask for help! And again LIKE I SAID, I know we don't be seein eye to eye on...Well anything, but that is how you know how desperate I am. I mean I have no problem admitting that the fact that I have to turn to all of you for help shows how desperate I am, and that is EXACTLY THE CASE HERE! Cause really I have no other options. THe FBI, Scotland Yard, The Yakuza, The PRETEND SPACE STAR FIGHTERS in the various wrestling promotions, JMONT's cardboard secret service agents he has strategically placed around his house...No news network, no social media outlet knows what I am about to ask you...And look before I ask this I just want to voice that this is coming from a really
SO having said that...Ladies and gentlemen I have to ask you....HAVE ANY OF YOU, SEEN OR HEARD FROM YOUR NOW
Cause see his mother won't stop blowing my phone up demanding that I return his DiGNiTy to him, but it's not hers and I gotta be real with yall ladies and gentz and everything else inbetween I'm just not comfortable giving it to her, cause what the hell is she gunna do with it?...There's no giving it back, and plus if anyone gets to finish flushing that shit down the toilet it's gunna be
So FRANKIE, whatever homeless shelter you are at, listen to me this is the most SeRyOuS ADVICE I COULD EVER GIVE YOU!!!
Cause if you think there is anything round here outside of the dose you got at LAST CHANCE, then you my friend haven't been paying attention, and if nothing else you should know better than that by now after phuckin with me asswipe! SO, yeah
...Ohh that's right NOBODY CARES! But speaking of shit no one cares about...HEY THUNDER PRO RASSLIN FANS...
As a matter of fact I am not questioning it I am FLAT OUT DENYING that notion is anything slightly resembling a fact! I think there are at least eight to ten sleep overs going on right now with some 6th grade girls that are more hardcore than each and everyone of you! But if you have a sack and would like to try and prove me wrong then I hereby on behalf of this fine company that probably hates me more than yall do to come join me in the innagural
ANd it would just be really great if one...or literally every single one of you wet rag GREASY TWATZ came over here and stood in line so I could pound it into your brains so that you may then go fourth and teach everyone else about why they can't call themselves HARDCORE and have anyone acknowledge it till you come here and I take the measure of you! But just so you know my personal plans are to take this damn belt and use it to PAINT PRO RASSLIN RED! I don't care where you are I will root you out and beat you like you stole something like you was FPV's bigger, meaner, badder older sister! Ohhh and before I forget, hey
Everything i just said to both of TPW's fans to tell those small bus children over that way goes double for all of you! Because really if any of you look at me and don't see the perfect pioneer for this division then you need your fuggin eyes checked, because one thing this division will be about or should be anyway is what I am proving right here right now in this very moment and that is that you don't gotta be
SO WGWF, ToiletBoWlProwhatever...It doesn't matter...Get as used to all of this as you can, cause so help me GOD if I do get my hands on the WGWF BLOODBATH CHAMPIONSHIP, I jsut want you know I will go out of my way to phuck up as many of your days and nights as time will allow me! ANd unlike the lot of you I'm ready to get this shit underway, and since Barrows doesn't want me fighting anyone on his roster anymore cause the last two I fought VANISHED faster than a person's dignity the moment they become members of the
SO BRAWL...if any of you phucksocks want to step on up and join me in the innagural BLOODBATH DIVISION MATCH, I would be more than happy to use your stupid face as the foundation on which the meaning of the eventual championship shall be built! This is indeed an opportunity of a lifetime! I mean it's almost worth all the agony, pain, and suffering becasue it's not everyday you get the chance to
...AT LEAST HERE ON SMASH EVERYTIME YOU SEE ME...COUNT ON THEIR BEING A BLOODBATH!!! SEE YALL SOON LADIEZ!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: YUP...ASSHOLE JUST LIKE I SAID!!!
CJJ: Yeah but what he said about TPW...He shouldn't have said that! They might actually take him up on his offer!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah but it's TPW...so I doubt it! But I mean I honestly hope that do and they come over here and bust this jerk right in his face!
CJJ: He's gunna hear that Pat!
PATRICK MATHEWS: GOOD I HOPE HE DOES! HE IS LITERALLY THE WORST!
CJJ: OK that's better yeah he'll like that! ALways recover with a compliment Pat you are indeed a master!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You seriously don't wanna know how much time I spend questioning my decision to do this!
CJJ: Yeah you are right please keep every bit of that to yourself! If we wanted to cry we could just watch LIFETIME!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: A COMMERCIAL...THAT'S WHAT WE NEED A EFFING COMMERCIAL!!
CJJ: EFF'N...LoL you seriously just said that?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ohh my God we gotta step aside we will be right back!!!
We see Goth wandering backstage, searching for a particular locker room before stopping with a big smile upon his face.
Goth: This is it
The camera pans out as we see the name of Ragnarok written on the door as Goth enters.
Ragnarok: Can’t we knock these days??
Ragnarok turns around as he stares into the eyes of one time tag team partner Goth, the two remain silent for a few moments before Goth extends his hands in an apologetic fashion.
Goth: Apologies my friend, I preferred to keep me being here upon a low profile. We know how the tension between brands are since the Fortunate Ones started to anger everyone.
Ragnarok looks at Goth for a moment before finally nodding his head in understanding.
Ragnarok: What are you doing here Goth??
Goth: What I am doing here? I want to look everyone in this five against five match against Thunder Pro Wrestling in the eye, I want to see whether I can trust them to have my back against….
Goth clinches his fist as he starts to think about the individuals in that match.
Goth: Joe Montuori and his friends….
Ragnarok raises an eyebrow before chuckling as he gestures Goth to sit.
Goth: Thanks, I know we have at least a common bond without being best of buds. But I need to make sure that J Mont won’t go off about it for eternity, to think that he chose them over us….. and I also want to talk to you about something else.
Ragnarok: Clyde Newton??
Goth’s anger builts inside of him before nodding his head.
Goth: I don’t trust him, let me be even more clear. Everyone who is considered to be aligned with J Mont is a no go. Can I trust you to have our backs??
He looks towards Ragnarok
Ragnarok: Of course you can Goth. I’m not the guy from a year ago who betrays people. I’ve truly changed for the better and understand just how important not just this match is but how this match can reflect on me as a person. Luckily for me I’ve never liked J-Mont even when I was the bad guy. Sonya is a weasel and I’d still trust her over him and that says a lot. I’ll do my part and beyond that just tell me what you need and I got you. We’re a team and soon we show the world just how dangerous all of us can be when on the same page.
Goth smiles as he extends his hand towards Ragnarok, who shakes it as the shot slowly fades.
The house lights slowly begin to dim and the screen at the top of the ramp comes to life with scenes of anime as the melodic rhythm of a bass guitar begins to play a tune not unlike something a Latin band would play. As shakers and a keyboard begin to join in, a tall, slender balding man, Sebastian Blake, wearing a pink suit with white shirt underneath, black shoes and a pair of red lensed glasses, steps out from behind the curtain and waves slowly to the crowd.
An electric guitar has now begun to play and as the other instruments die out the electric guitar sustains a high chord for a very long time until…
A very fast drumroll kicks in and Black Tide “Warriors of Time” screams throughout the arena. As it does Sebastian Blake stops, smiles and points towards the curtain.
From behind the curtain steps Kenji Miyamoto dressed in black sneakers, black jeans and a white t-shirt. He walks to one side of the stage, bows, the other side, bows, then he walks towards Sebastian and they bow to each other before making their way down the aisle, to the ring…
Both Sebastian and Kenji slap hands with fans and fist bump them as they make their way to the ring. Kenji hops up onto the apron as Sebastian climbs the steel steps and wipes his feet on the apron, climbing through the ropes. Kenji also wipes his feet but springboards over the top rope as Sebastian asks for a microphone.
Sebastian Blake: Konbanwa ladies and gentlemen, my name is Sebastian Blake and this is Kenji Miyamoto. We are honoured to have been signed up by Mr. Barrows and the Smash brand, to take up the reins here in the WGWF!
The crowd goes nuts as Kenji smiles and waves at them.
Sebastian Blake: Now to give you a little background, Kenji San as I'm sure you're aware is most certainly not new to the sport of Wrestling. Oh no, The Cold-Hearted Angel as he is known, has been on the scene for a number of years now, always being the pillar of truth and respect and protecting those who've most needed it, wherever he found himself… And the WGWF, is no different!
The crowd once again goes absolutely nuts and Kenji whispers in Sebastian's ear, who nods as he speaks again.
Sebastian Blake: Wow, yes Kenji San tells me to thank you for the hospitality, thank you for welcoming him to Monday night Smash, to the WGWF, to America! But as I say coming here is no different to wherever else he laid his hat… I mean here you have the likes of Johnny Stylez, Corey Bull, Hanari Carnes and of course The Fortunate Ones especially the current WGWF X-Division Champion, Clyde Newton!
Sebastian Blake: These individuals are just some of those who, in this promotion, have sought out or will seek to cause havoc, to cause chaos! But you can rest assured that Kenji Miyamoto will not allow that to happen. Consider yourselves on notice because The Cold-Hearted Angel is here for the long haul. Sayōnara!
“Warriors of Time” strikes up again as Blake and Miyamoto both bow toward all four sides of the ring before exiting through the ropes and making their way to the back as the crowd chant Kenji’s name…
MEMPHIS BELLE The next match is scheduled for one fall. Now coming to the ring…
“Break It Down” by Lil Debbie plays the venue’s interior surround systems. The audience immediately boos the young athlete coming out from the backstage area smiling at the hatred she receives. Amber stands center stage with her hands on her hips, staring out to the audience before doing a slow twirl where a spotlight shines only on her, creating the illusion of a silhouette. Once she faces the audience again, she snaps her fingers, and the lights return to normal before strutting down to the ring like on a model’s runway.
MEMPHIS BELLE 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 apron facing the ring, then looks both ways at the fans at ringside booing her. She gently leans over the apron, shrugs her shoulders, and then kisses the camera. Amber holds onto the bottom rope with both hands before spinning herself into the ring, lying on the canvas in the center. The camera transitions to a sky-view with a single spotlight on her in the arena, and from the camera’s point of view, it looks like an artwork of Amber in a silhouette fashion. She gets back on her feet, snaps her finger to alert production to brighten the lights, and silences her music as she takes refuge in a corner, kicking her body up on the top rope to relax.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Mansley almost used trickery to win the X-Division Title at Last Chance, but despite it backfiring on her, you could say she was still instrumental in Clyde Newton becoming the first champion.
CJJ: Yes, she heavily supported Newton. Sometimes you just need someone’s positive reinforcement, and you’ll find a way to win.
PATRICK MATHEWS: … She threw a ladder at Xavier Lux.
CJJ: Well, there’s that, too.
MEMPHIS BELLE And her opponent…
"Yen" by Splipknot hits. The arena goes dark and a mist begins to engulf the landscape.
"You're the sin that I've been waitin' for
The hands around my throat
It's all I can think about
The smell of sweat and blood"
SYNN walks out onto the ramp, a deadpan expression as she stares at the ring, tilting her head side to side. She slowly walks to the ring like impending death, before sliding into the ring under the ropes and slithering to the middle.
This is the first time we see a smile, a twisted and demonic one. The demon pops up and goes to the corner and licks her lips at her opponent.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This could really be seen as our most extreme wrestler to date on Smash television.
CJJ: Oh, come on, don’t judge her by her entrance alone. Synn may be making her debut tonight, but she is an accomplished wrestler.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s very unbiased of you, CJJ.
CJJ: Now, that said, she’s obviously losing to Amber, because she’s not a Fortunate One.
PATRICK MATHEWS: And there it is…
The two wrestlers face off from their respective corners, with Mansley looking a little disgusted by the woman she's fighting tonight. Synn is still smiling.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well ladies and gentlemen as you have seen for yourselves tonight thus far we here on the SMASH brand of the WGWF, after our very first and also very successful first PAY-PER-VIEW we are right back here on our FLAGSHIP show proving why we are one of the most superior brands in all of pro wrestling!
CJJ: Yup especially when you consider the talent that comes…and sometimes goes, but mostly comes in almost on a weekly basis, because the match we got up next for yall is something anyone who knows their modern pro wrestling will tell you this one is one you most definitely wanna pay attention to!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s correct sir former OCW Champion SyNN is set to make her SMASH debut here this evening against a member of the FoRTUNaTE ONE’s former WGWF Television Champion, Amber Mansley who as I’m sure we all know is more than ready to get things back on track cause while The FoRTUNaTe ONE’Z were able to accomplish their overall goal and leave LAST CHANCE with the newly minted SMASH X-Division Championship, unfortunately for MiSS MANSLEY managed to come up a bit short so a win right here against a top caliber opponent like the ones she’s got would be a huge step in that direction here tonight!
CJJ: But just because you aint never seen her on a WGWF program before doesn’t mean Synn is new, or green as the oldtimerz would tell ya! She’s been around the block a time or two and just as much as Amber Mansley needs a win here tonight I think Synn is in the exact same boat and there’s only one paddle between em!
PATRICK MATHEWS: STOP, REMEMBER CEEJ YOU AREN’T ALLOWED TO TALK ABOUT PADDLES ANYMORE, especially where female competitors are concerned!
CJJ: Nu-uh BRO that’s not a thing anymore…Big miss understanding, I told them I was sorry and that I forgot I said all of that out loud!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You told them all that? Like verbatim?
CJJ: Yeah and I’m pretty sure they probably heard me!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Forgive us folks, he’s special this one…Not unlike the match we are about to witness as once again we here on the SMASH brand bring you the best wrestlers in the best matches…Which I dunno I guess by proxy makes us THE BEST!
CJJ: Yup guess all there is to say now is that you can agree or not IT IS WHAT IT IS, which in turn means we should by every means DO WHAT IT DO…SO how about someone ring the damn bell and let’s get this party started?
:::::::DING:::::::::
As Amber Mansley enters the ring Synn is squatting in the corner on the opposite side of the ring with her arms resting on her knees. She doesn’t take her eyes off Mansley as a slow evil grin slowly creeps across her face that Mansley notices and appears utterly disgusted by it. Mansley decides that she isn’t going to tolerate any disrespect here tonight so she starts putting the bad mouth on not just Synn but every man, woman, and child in this jam packed arena, and well they didn’t exactly adhere to Ms. Mansley’s demand that they all “SHUT UP”...THey kinda did the exact opposite hitting her with some of these…
This sends Amber Mansley almost into a full blown Bruce Banner rage, as she storms towards Synn’s direction. Synn doesn’t bat an eyelash, she waits until Amber Mansley is a slight step away and Synn explodes out of the corner like a spring pouncing on tpo of Amber Mansley driving her down onto the canvas with a LOU THEZ PRESS. Mansley’s back smacks the canvas and Synn immediately shoots up and starts peppering Mansley with some stiff right hands. The ref immediately demands Synn cease the nonsense on account of the closed fists. Synn smirks at his “stern warnings to DQ her” as she then hops off Mansley and mockingly bows in her direction inviting her to rejoin her on a vertical base.
Amber Mansley sits up and she is pissed off something fierce as it is clearly written all over her face. She quickly pulls herself up to her feet and immediately charges at Synn who once again sends Mansley crashing back down onto the canvas with a hip toss. Mansley’s back smacks the canvas with a thud, but Mansley is able to quickly recover and gets back to her feet and once again charges at Synn who then once again sends Mansley crashing back down this time face first onto the canvas as Synn hits her with a quick drop toe hold. Synn then effortlessly floats over and locks Amber Mansley in a front chancery much to this crowd’s delight!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I gotta say I am quite impressed with Synn’s poise and finesse. Look at how she was able to take a few simple maneuvers and use this crowd to work herself to a clear advantage early on!
CJJ: Yeah, but the longer this seems to go the angrier Amber Mansley appears to get, and well I mean I’m not sure it’s wise to poke the proverbial bear, because Matthews you tell me one good thing that will come from Amber Mansley getting madder than a damn T-REX in a ROWBOAT?
PATRICK MATHEWS: You are right Amber Mansley is a resilient competitor and if she finds a way to shift the advantage back in her favor Synn’s cheeky antics trying to show up Mansley may come back and bite her on the tender part of her posterior!
CJJ: Yeah it’ll probably come back to bite her on the ass too!
PATRICK MATHEWS: …Yes CJ…That’s, nevermind!
Synn has Mansley locked still in the front chancery is throwing knees into the top of her head as SyNN attempts to carefully bring her and Mansley back up to their feet. Once Synn brings them back up Amber Mansley with a sudden burst of energy pushes forward catching Synn off guard and both of them crashing into the corner. Synn’s back smacks the padded steel with a thud that echoes throughout the arena as Mansley grabs the middle rope and then drives her shoulder into Synn’s mid-section once, twice, and then for a third and final time. But before Mansley backs away she quickly and firmly wraps her arms around Synn’s waist plants her legs and sends Synn flying over her head and slams her hard onto the canvas with an utterly beautiful NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX that Mansley bridges into a pin as the ref drops down to make the count
.1
..2
KICKOUT!!!
Mansley quickly gets back to her feet as Synn is trying to regroup. Synn is on all fours trying to pull herself up but Amber Mansley allows her no such passage as she slams her boot right into Synns rib cage sending her back down onto the mat. Mansley follows up with a vicious demeanor Mansley drops her knee onto Synns neck as Mansley then stands up drops her knee on her once more only this time she keeps her knee thrusted into Synn’s neck making it difficult to breathe especially after grabbing the ropes to apply more leverage. We see Synn jerking trying to break free while also continue breathing and the ref begins his five count…He makes it to about four before Mansley stands up and stomps Synn in her face sending her back down to the mat flat on her back as the fans once again are all over Amber Mansley.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well I hate to say this but you were right CJJ, I definitely think Synn is regretting trying to show up Mansley when this match began!
CJJ: Uhh Patrick I thought you said you knew who Synn was? She may be in pain right now, but not nearly enough to make a woman like that sorry for anything!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ohhh and you have insight into what a woman like Synn thinks and feels?
CJJ: Of course I do…I’m pretty sure we like have the same spirit animal or something…But it’s no big! I can teach you if you’d like!
PATRICK MATHEWS: NO thank you IGNORANCE truly is bliss sometimes!
Mansley doesn’t give Synn a moment to breathe as she quickly bends over and with two handfuls of Synn’s hair Amber Mansley yanks Synn back to her feet. Once standing Amber swings Synn as hard as she can taking two steps before launching Synn by her hair twirling towards the center of the ring. Synn’s face is the first thing to smack the canvas and it makes a loud thud that causes the fans to let out a gasp. Mansley continues to press her advantage as she stalks Synn, getting within a single step of her Amber once again lifts her left boot and slams it across Synn’s cheek, and before Synn’s body has the chance to slump over and hit the canvas Amber Mansley jerks Synn up by her neck. She quickly grabs Synn by her waist and plants her back first across her planted knee for a textbook backbreaker! Mansley with an impressive display of her raw strength wraps her arms around Synn’s midsection and stands up, plants her knee once more and drives Synn back first into her knee. Mansley presses down onto Synn’s throat as she fires an elbow into Synn’s now tender back area. Mansley then impressively once again pulls Synn up by her waist and then plants her back first with a Kevin Nash esq side slam that Mansley nonchalantly covers Synn the moment they both impact the canvas.
.1
..2
…KICKOUT!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The power of Amber Mansley is UNREAL!
CJJ: Man I was just thinking that…I feel compelled to ask though is it weird that I’m kinda turned on and kinda of utterly terrified at the same time?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yes absolutely…And CEEJ I gotta tell ya brother I truly believe the world would be a much better place if you never shared anything like that outloud again…EVER!
CJJ: Um Mr. Barrows we have a HATER OUT HERE..I REPEAT A HATER!!! HA I’ll show you PATRICK MATTHEWS!!
Mansley then sits up with a look of frustration returning to her face as she shows the ref how to improperly count to three. The ref rolls his eyes as Amber Mansley stops to yell at the fans whop are calling her all sorts of names their mother’s would be mortified to hear them say. Mansley waves them off as she returns to her attack. She bends over to pick up Synn again, but Synn is able to quickly take advantage rolling Amber Mansley into a small package as every ass leaves its seat and every voice in the arena counts along with the refs hand as it smacks the canvas
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..2
…3
NO NO NO MANSLEY KICKS OUT!!!
The crowd let’s out a HUGE GASP, as the ref clearly signals Mansley kicked out at the last moment, we see Synn holding up three fingers, but once she hears the ref call, she stands up, runs hopping over Mansley she then jumps into the corner on the bottom turnbuckle ropes then to the second and then the third at which point she springboards off the top rope turning in the air for what looks like a flawless BME, but instead of landing the moonsault she comes crashing down into Amber Mansley’s midsection with a DOUBLE STOMP! The fans come alive at the sight of the impressive high impact move and erupt immediatley into a ferocious
Synn shoots up and dives ontop of Mansley as the ref drops down and begins the count
.1
..2
…3 NO NO NO!!!!!
MANSLEY POWERS OUT AGAIN!!! Synn is practically beside herself as she pulls Amber up to her knees by her hair, she hammers Mansley with a few forearm shots before taking a step back and then slams the front of her boot directly into the back of Amber Mansley’s head with a standing enzeguri. Mansley falls forward as Synn conitnues the attack clubbing Mansley from behind with a few clubbing blows. Synn jerks Mansley up by her neck as she shoves Amber’s head inbetween her legs and attempts to hit a spike piledriver but Amber Mansley drops down to one knee immediatley frustrating Synn’s efforts. Synn tries more of the overhand clubbing blows but Mansley once again in an extraordinary display of strength stands up with Synn’s legs still wrapped around her head. Synn is completley upside down as we see Mansley’s eyes come alive as she places both of her hands on Synn’s calves and then with everything she’s got F’N DRILLLLLZZZZZZ SYNN INTO THE CANVAS with an ALABAMA SLAM!
The sound Synn’s back impacting the canvas makes echoes throughout the entire arena, as Mansley slumps over in the corner slightly trying to regain her composure. Mansley’s rage is clear as day as she stalks Synn from behind. She jerks her up from behind locks her into a full nelson once again plants her legs and sends Synn flying back towards the center of the ring with a half nelson German suplex. Synn’s back smacks the canvas as Amber Mansley stomps Synn every time she moves. Amber Mansley now standing in the center of the ring yanks Synn up to her feet thrusting her head between her legs. SHe raises her hands posing for the crowd as she then slightly leans forward lifting Synn up by her waist into the air. Mansley holds her in place for a moment before moving her hands to SYnn’s thighs. Mansley pushes forward launching Synn to where she is now crashing face foward down onto the canvas as Amber Mansley once again displays her raw power nailing a powerbomb into a FACEBUSTER! Synn’s face smacks the canvas once again as Amber Mansley has an evil smile creeping across her face as she motions to the crowd she is ready to put this one away.
PATRICK MATHEWS: And it looks like Amber Mansley is ready to put this one here in the rearview ladies and gentlemen!
CJJ: I mean all the credit in the world to Synn she put up one hell of a fight, but she was up against a very angry and very powerful woman in the Fortunate One’s Amber Mansley!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And Mansley is outside the ring now just waiting for Synn to climb to her feet so she can hit her with that springboard forearm smash FINISHER OF HERS!
CJJ: Synn is slowly getting to her feet, all she has to do is turn around and we can put a bow on this one here!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Nothing is over till its over CEEJ…NOTHING, ask Patrick Mahomes and whatever Taylor Swift’s boyfriend’s name again I forget!!!
Amber Mansley grabs the top rope and springboards looking to nail Synn with “IT’S GIVING FINISHER” but Synn leaps into the air grabs Mansley’s head and falls backwards driving Amber’s chin into her knees with a CODEBREAKER OUTTA NO WHERE!!! THe fans come alive as Synn kips up with lighting in her eyes. SHe then immediately walks over grabs Amber Mansley by her hair and yanks her to her feet. THey are standing in the center of the ring as she hooks Amber Mansley’s head and DRILLS HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH HER VERSION OF THE RAM-PAIGE she calls the
PATRICK MATHEWS: SYNN WITH THE BRAM STROKER RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!
CJJ: Yup…DID I CALL THIS SHIT OR WHAT?
PATRICK MATHEWS: NO YOU DID NOT, BUT WE DON’T HAVE TIME TO ARGUE SYNN’S GOT THE LEG HOOKED THIS IS GUNNA BE HUGE
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Match Time: 9:52
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Welcome to SMASH SYNN WHAT AN IMPRESSIVE VICTORY!!
CJJ: Yeah it wouldn’t shock me to see these two lock horns again in the near and clear, but as far as tonight goes this just shows that right here on SMASH you can find the absolute best wrestling in the world…I gotta say I love my F”N JOB!!!
We are in the dining room area of the arena surrounded by luxurious restaurant fronts and open cafes., where we see Nearby, we see John Cable talking to some of the Lock Down Security crew before they walk off to take care of some things before the next show, causing John to turn around and comes face to face with a familiar imposing figure face.
John Cable: Goth?? What are you doing here??
Cable tenses up, as he had expected to talk with Lexi Gold this morning, not anticipating the man with a history as deep as they had.that once terrorized his good friend as well as him. The two stare at each other, Goth notices Cable’s body tensing up as well as his hands clenching at his sides turning to fists.
Goth: Relax John, if I had bad intentions then I would have attacked you from behind, and you know it.
Cable’s eyes remain focused upon Goth from beneath his silver filigree mask, but he slowly loses the tension as the words somehow makemakes him wonder at his intentions what he’s doing here.
Goth: Look, I know we have some interestingmixed history between the two of us. I had planted some seeds of doubt between you and Lexi…
John Cable: You mean you failed to ruin our friendship and failed to gain her as your weird slave doll? Do you mean that?
Goth puts up his hands and smiles.
Goth: I tried to plant some seeds of doubt between you, but we also were tag team partners not that long agoat one point. But, I’ am not here to have a chit chat about things from so long ago that, I am here because I need you to be invested in for that match against Thunder Pro Wrestling. I need to know whether I can trust you as well as having our back in case….
John Cable: In case of what???
Goth sighs as he lowers his head
Goth: Look John, whether you like it or not. This match is about brand supremacy, but the main thing that sticks in my head is the mere fact that we got two leeches in both teams that I do not trust. Clyde Newton… Joe Montuori and….
John Cable: … and JMont… yeah… I know, Clyde Newton.
Cable’s expression changes, he starts to think about what Goth is saying and cannot help but realize he has a point.
Goth: Look John, we don’t have to like each other. But I know you’ are a man of your word, I need to know whether I can trust you have my back?? Because like Devlin and Ragnarok, I will have theirs.
Goth extends his hand towards Cable as Cable stares at it.
John Cable: Goth… we’ve worked together before… and you know I’m WGWF through and through. I got the brand… and I got your back, but don’t fuck me over… and lets make sure those TPW ladies learn the hard way why the WGWF is the best Brand on the Planet… shall we?
The two shake on it as Goth grins at Cable, the future violence bringing joy to his heart.
The Lights dim down, and the Titantron lights up with the words ....NO FEAR!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What is this all about?
CJJ: Obviously someone is not scared. DUH!!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This was not on the schedule for tonight!
CJJ: Just like anything else in life, things change moron!
The fans are going crazy, mostly the kids because they love when they can see fireworks and pyros going off. The lasers are shooting off in multiple colors. This was a very costly entrance to say the least. And after about 2 minutes, you can see the smoke is slowly clearing up on the entranceway.
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NO FEAR by Tupac and Eminem hits the sound system. The song is blaring through the speakers. This is a song that has never been heard here in the WGWF!
CJJ: YES! Let’s see who Barrows has just signed!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Someone that either has a lot of money or was promised the world by Barrows!
CJJ: That is why Smash is the “A” Show. Barrows does what is necessary!
The spotlight aims right onto the center of the entranceway. The fans are in anticipation to see who the arrival to the Smash Brand is. The song is cranking and rocking. When all of a sudden, you see a life size King and Queen chess piece get pushed onto the entranceway.
The pieces are just sitting there as the fans are confused. CJJ and Patrick don't know what to say right now. But the spotlight is not moving on the 2 chess pieces. Then…………………
CJJ: YES! Oh my god!!!!! I should have known!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s time to take a bathroom break!
CJJ: J Mont and his lovely wife Mia have arrived!
Out from the back walks J Mont and Mia. J Mont stands next to the King chess pieces while Mia stands next to the Queen chess piece. Both then raise their arms high into the sky as the fans finally let their true colors known about this. The Boos are relentless. The kids are disappointed. You get some chants for GIA but other than that, these are 2 of the most hated people in the industry today. J Mont walks over to Mia and gives her a big kiss and an ass grab. So much for live TV rules when it comes to J Mont. He then throws the King Chess Piece over his shoulder and Mia does the same with the Queen chess piece. You can tell Mia has been training and they both begin their walk down the aisle. Half way down, J Mont spots a fan wearing a John Cable Hat. J Mont puts down the king chess piece and tells Mia to hold up. J Mont walks up to the kid and snatches the hat off of the kid's head. He then proceeds to rip the brim of the hat off and throws both pieces into the stands.
J MONT: Your boy had his LAST CHANCE and he blew it. He also put a lot of stress on the friendship of myself and Enigma. So you and John Cable can both go fuck yourselves. And you can find another John Cable hat on the clearance rack at Walmart.
Mia is laughing hard as J Mont picks up his King chess piece and they can continue on to the ring. As they approach the metal steps, J Mont puts down his piece and helps Mia lower her Queen's piece. J Mont lifts the Queen piece and slides it underneath the bottom rope. That is followed by the King chess piece. J Mont then helps Mia up the metal steps as she gets into the ring. J Mont is right behind her checking out that fine ass that is his wifes. With both of them now in the ring, they go to opposite turnbuckles and climb up to the middle rope. Hands high in the sky which is followed by double middle fingers.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is a side of Mia I have never seen before!
CJJ: She is pissed Patrick. Her best friend and Godmother to Gia crossed her.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is all J Mont’s fault and he has dragged his wife into this.
CJJ: You are looking at the real power couple of the WGWF and all of the wrestling industry.
They both hop off the turnbuckles and meet in the middle of the ring which is followed by another big and long kiss. After their lips unlock, J Mont gets both chess pieces and places them right in front of them. J Mont and Mia are now standing in front of the King and Queen Chess Pieces. The fans are really upset and letting Mia know how they feel about this new side of her. The J Mont chants are ones he is used to.
J MONT: ALL RISE……THE KING AND QUEEN ARE HERE!
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J Mont is laughing but also Mia is laughing. She is loving this as well. These 2 are really meant for one another.
J MONT: Why don't you all try something new. You know that is the fuel that drives me. Why don't you try cheering for me and see what happens. But, no matter what you say or how you act, nothing will change. J Mont and The Fortunate Ones will always be on top and running things. But, I am out here right now to address other businesses at hand.
Mia grabs the mic from J Mont. And that’s a first. No one ever grabs a mic out of J Mont’s hand, but J Mont looks kinda turned out by the actions of Mia right here.
MIA: Excuse me King, but the Queen needs to get something off of her chest. I hope Candice and Chris enjoyed the gift I had sent to them on Monday Night Brawl. They didn't have extra small in stock so i had to settle for the small jockstrap for Chris. And maybe, just maybe when the Denzel Porter Invitational happens, Candice will take Chris’ raisin sized balls out of her purse and let him get his ass kicked AGAIN by my KING!
The fans are turning on Mia faster than Usain Bolt to the finish line at the Olympics. J Mont is laughing as he puts his arm around Mia. She hands her King the mic.
J MONT: What's the matter everyone? You all thought Mia was this sweet, nice, kind and quiet woman? Yes she is sweet, nice and kind, but Candice is the reason for Mia switching attitudes right now. She messed with our family, and now this is PERSONAL. You hurt the 2 most important women in my life in Mia and Gia. You are going to pay for this Candice. Best part is that I don't have to worry about you because Mia has a MKO waiting for you. But as far as your pussy ass husband goes. I am going to beat him AGAIN with a JKO, but this time I am going to make sure he doesn't get up and the so-called legendary career of Chris Page is put to an end. Everyone will remember and know that J MONT is the reason that Chris Page cannot wrestle ever again. Might as well step down as well Candice and let Jonathan Barrows run both shows because you suck at your job. I told you week after week to follow the guidelines of Barrows if you want success and ratings. But you didn't.
CJJ: The WGWF would be a better place without all the Pages, well maybe get Paul Back!
PATRICK MATHEWS: J Mont is a cancer here in the WGWF. He needs to go.
CJJ: The only way to cure the WGWF is to have J Mont end Page once and for all.
J Mont picks up the life sized King Chess Piece and holds it above his head like it's a championship.
J MONT: Page thinks he is the best chess player around. Page thinks he is the best trash talker around. Page thinks he is the best player when it comes to mind games around. The only thing Page is good at right now is kissing my ass and getting his ass handed to him match after match with me. You thought you had it all figured out Chris. You thought you had an ACE up your sleeve with Sonya Benson. But, you were 2 steps behind while myself and Sonya were 2 steps ahead. We had this planned out for months Chris. We just needed the right time to shock the world, the WGWF and you. You really thought begging Sonya to cross me and help you was going to happen? You must think that 1 plus 1 equals 3 then. You're a moron Chris. Now, The Fortunate Ones are stronger than ever with 2 of the greatest Heels to ever do in this industry.
FUCK YOU J MONT!
FUCK YOU SONYA!
FUCK YOU CLYDE!
FUCK YOU AMBER!
FUCK YOU MIA!
The fans are letting J Mont know what they really think here.
J MONT: All you ladies wish you could FUCK ME here but it will never happen. I got the best QUEEN here in the world.
Mia picks up her Queen life sized chess piece and holds it above her head.
J MONT: The King and Queen are here to stay. We are going into the Denzel Porter Invitational with one thing in mind. To rid the WGWF and the industry of Chris and Candice Page. The Fortunate Ones will stand tall in all avenues. We cannot be stopped no matter how many people try. The threats and words of whoever that Reno guy is means shit. Whatever Enigma thinks doesn't matter either. You have myself, who is going to be a 2 time World Champion soon. You have the fastest rising star and X Division Champion in Clyde Newton. My brother from another mother. You have Amber Mansley, who i promise you that you are going to see a different side of her real soon. Then, you have my bestie. The one who will get her revenge on everyone that did her wrong. The woman who is the most dangerous mind in the business along with mind. Sonya Benson!!!!
MIA: I really think I need to change the documents and cross off Candice Page and make Sonya Benson the other godmother along with Vhodka Black!
J MONT: That's not a bad idea. We need to look into that! And one more thing. I will see both of you bitches on Monday Night Brawl. Yes the 2 bitches are Chris and Candice Page!
J Mont drops the mic, and gives Mia another big ass kiss. Both then pick up their King and Queen life sized chess pieces and hold them high above their heads in the center of the ring.
CJJ: All hail the King and Queen of the WGWF!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I cannot believe J Mont would put his own wife in harm's way!
CJJ: I cannot wait to see Mia smack the taste out of Candice’s mouth. Team Mont for the WIN!
The Titantron lights up and you can hear a voice!
Voice: This following advertisement has been brought to you and paid for by THE FORTUNATE ONES!
The Titantron is showing something from a PWV show a few weeks ago. J Mont was the surprised masked man to team up with Amber Bane Ryan to take on Matt Knox and Cara Strader. Knox and J Mont glare at one another while neither man is backing down. The Crowd is in disbelief and the bell is about to ring. Rather than either of them going to the apron, J Mont………..
JKO ON AMBER BANE RYAN!
Voice: The Fortunate Ones just wanted to remind Mac Bane to keep their names out of his mouth, because we can strike anywhere and at any time. When you get a chance, ask your wife how that JKO tasted. Shout out to CHOLO, the NEXT World Champion on the Brawl Brand!
CJJ: HAHA! J Mont is a mastermind!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He is a deadman. Mac Bane will not take this lying down. And he owns J Mont!
CJJ: J Mont beat Mac fair and square. The 2 times J Mont lost to Mac, he needed help. Don't get me started on this.
The Titantron goes blank now as the fans are Booing at what they just saw. Looks as if J Mont is just having a little fun getting into the head of Mac Bane.
The Pittsburg crowd completely comes unglued as they begin singing along with the sweet sounds of Madonna
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hold on a minute! SING IT LOUD! SING IT PROUD! IT”SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GRADDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The crowd sings along before roaring upon seeing Edward strut ass out to the top of the ramp.
CJJ: I just don’t get how this guy can generate this kind of response.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Because he’s loveable, something you could learn a little bit about.
Edward dances down the ramp tagging hands on his way. He reaches ringside and climbs up on the apron before walking to one of the corners. Edward takes off the fannypack from around his waist as he climbs up on the second turnbuckle and hoists up the fannypack like the Rock would hoist up the World Heavyweight Championship garnering a louder roar from the crowd which surprises even Edward. We see Edward trip as he climbs over the top rope and tumbles to the mat. Edward gets to his feet and dusts himself.
CJJ: He can’t even get in the ring cleanly, what a joke.
Edward unzips his fannypack and retrieves a microphone and hoists it up in the air as the music fades away and leaves the solid ovation from the crowd. Grado lowers the microphone and begins to address the crowd.
EDWARD GRADO: Uhhhh, hi?
The crowd pops huge for Edward before breaking out into a massive chant of “GRADO! GRADO! GRADO! GRADO!” in unison directed toward the quirky superstar. Edward lowers the microphone while with his free hand waves it out at the crowd in a sarcastic “stop it” motion which only causes them to get louder.
EDWARD GRADO: I don’t know what to say about Last Chance other than I was cheated, I was robbed, and I am…
Suddenly the lovable tone disappears upon Edward saying.
EDWARD GRADO: PISSED!!
The crowd explodes as the fire in Edward’s eyes lights up.
EDWARD GRADO: Seth Stevens! If you think I’m going to sit back and let your actions slide then you’re about as mistaken as you claiming to pave the way for us. You were a glorified midcard talent back in the day and you’re a glorified midcard talent now because if you had to use ropes to beat me, what does that say about you?
Edward continues.
EDWARD GRADO: But….
“Shut up.”
Edward is cut off by the voice of Seth Stevens who appears on the Jumbo-Tron to loud boos from the crowd.
SETH STEVENS: Are you done complaining? I mean, did you or did you not get caught slipping at Last Chance? It sounds to me like you’re looking for an outlet to blame for doing something you happen to be fairly great at, losing.
The boos pivot into a YOU SUCK chant directed toward the Tron.
SETH STEVENS: But hey, I get it… I understand, you are just like so many others in our industry who rather than own your failures find any reason to discredit someone else’s victory like it changes the fact that you… got… BEAT.
Seth, sitting in a chair leans forward resting his elbows on his knees.
SETH STEVENS: So, the way I see it is like this… It sounds like you have a grievance, and instead of talking to all these idiots that can’t do anything about it why don’t you address me, a guy that can.
Edward, looking up at the Tron raises his microphone.
EDWARD GRADO: I want you!
The crowd roars as Edward points up toward the tron at Seth who is shown smirking upon hearing the words from Grado.
SETH STEVENS: Are you sure this is something you REALLY want to do?
EDWARD GRADO: YES!
The crowd roars loudly with Grado’s response as we see Seth nod his head in approval before stating.
SETH STEVENS: Alright, we’ll have it your way.
Seth snaps his fingers and the lights in the arena go dark for several seconds before coming back up to reveal Stevens in the ring behind Grado with a chair in hand. Edward spins around and Stevens immediately drives a jabbing shot to the midsection which doubles over Grado for Stevens to waffle him across the back! The crowd roars with boos with Seth’s actions as he tosses the chair to the mat while Grado is in agonizing pain.
Seth picks up Grado’s microphone.
SETH STEVENS: I’ll see you in two weeks, chump.
We cut away from ringside and join the announce table, where CJJ is looking excited.
CJJ: J Mont is a great leader!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What are you talking about now?
CJJ: My sources have told me they have spotted J Mont talking with Amber Mansley in the hallway.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sounds like J Mont is just trying to get into the pants of every woman in The Fortunate Ones.
CJJ: He is a married man with the best wife. Plus, this is the reason The Fortunate Ones are such a well oiled unit. They communicate and talk, whether it's good and bad, and it looks like J Mont is getting on Amber a little.
The cameras are zoned in on Amber and J Mont. The fans watching the Titantron are hoping that there is an explosion here. Hoping that The Fortunate Ones implode. And from the look of J Mont, maybe that could be the case here.
J MONT: AMBER!!!!!! Snap the fuck out of it right now. Where is the Amber Mansley i helped scout and recruit with Sonya Benson? Where is the Amber Mansley that wanted to take everyone's BLOOD? WAKE THE FUCK UP AMBER!!!!! I got your back 100 percent and you are family, but snap the fuck out of it now! Do what I know you can do and WIN! Go out there and take everyone’s BLOOD! I am in your corner and believe in you!
Amber Mansley stood there under the brutal criticism of her mentor, Joe. However, what he said was making sense and this revolved around Amber’s recent low performances. It was nice to know she had actual support but she needed to be bloodthirsty again. Amber nodded and threw her purse to the wall while letting her breath get heavier from how fired up she was from his speech.
AMBER MANSLEY: You want to see me be bloodthirsty? WATCH ME!
From that moment, she immediately left Joe alone with the camera following right behind her in a march leading to one place away from the crowded area. Amber Mansley stopped by a door frame that was labeled, “JONATHAN BARROWS”, where she slammed her fist on the door repeatedly.
AMBER MANSLEY: LET ME IN! WE NEED TO TALK NOW!!!
She paced back and forth. Her rage and energy was off the charts until the door opened and Amber marched inside before slamming it shut behind her.
CJJ: J Mont for President! Look at the fire in Amber right now!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wish i was a fly on the wall to hear what Amber has to say to Barrows!
CJJ: She is Bloodthirsty from the sound of it.
MEMPHIS BELLE The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing 6’5” and weighing 240 lbs, from Jacksonville, Florida, here is GIDEON KING!!!
"There's Only One King" begins to play, and 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 put out an Open Challenge at Last Chance, but unfortunately it worked against him, as Ragnarok got the victory.
CJJ: See, when you leave it open, it can work against you. He should have said “I challenge Coding Rhodes!” or “I challenge Milk Mason!”
PATRICK MATHEWS: Or “I challenge CJJ!”
CJJ: No, that would get him nowhere. I run too fast.
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent… standing at 5’4” tall and weighing in at 125 lbs, making her return to WGWF, from Los Angeles California, here is… LEXI GOLD!
She walks down the ramp and claps some hands at ringside, then runs up the steps and enters the ring through the bottom rope. While in the ring, she taunts a little and then turns her focus to Gideon King.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Lexi Gold made her return on our last Smash, taking down John Blade, and now she looks to add another victory here tonight!
CJJ: You’d think beating Blade would be enough for any wrestler, and they’d just want to retire afterwards.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s certainly not the case with Lexi.
CJJ: I’m fine with that decision.
Lexi Gold wasted no time, charging forward with a fierce determination. Gideon King, however, was quick to react, sidestepping her attack and countering with a swift kick to the midsection. Lexi staggered back, but she refused to back down, launching herself at Gideon once again. The two locked up in the center of the ring, muscles straining as they vied for dominance.
Back and forth they went, trading blows with incredible speed and agility. Lexi unleashed a flurry of punches, driving Gideon back into the ropes. But Gideon refused to stay on the defensive for long, fighting his way out of the corner with a series of devastating kicks and strikes.
The momentum shifted constantly, neither wrestler able to gain a clear advantage. They grappled and tussled, each refusing to give an inch. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, caught up in the thrilling spectacle unfolding before them.
As the match wore on, fatigue began to set in, but neither Lexi nor Gideon showed any signs of slowing down. They pushed themselves to their limits, determined to emerge victorious no matter the cost.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Neither one of these two want to give an inch here.
CJJ: I am just trying to figure out why THIS is our co-main event?
Suddenly, Lexi managed to catch Gideon off guard, sweeping his legs out from under him with a well-timed dropkick. Gideon hit the mat hard, but he quickly rolled out of the way as Lexi attempted to follow up with an elbow drop. He sprang back to his feet, launching himself at Lexi with a flying clothesline that sent her crashing to the canvas.
With Lexi down, Gideon saw his opportunity to strike. He climbed to the top rope, the crowd cheering him on as he prepared to deliver his signature move, Checkmate, but Lexi slid out and shoved him away just in time.
Refusing to be cornered, Lexi ducked under Gideon's swinging arm and countered with a lightning-fast dropkick that sent Gideon staggering backwards. Seizing the opportunity, Lexi charged forward, aiming to clothesline Gideon over the top rope. But Gideon was ready, and he deftly sidestepped, sending Lexi crashing to the mat.
With Lexi down, Gideon wasted no time, unleashing a barrage of stomps and kicks on his prone opponent. But Lexi was resilient, rolling out of harm's way and quickly scrambling back to her feet. The two wrestlers circled each other warily, each waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Both wrestlers looking for their chance to take control of this one…
CJJ: Control is overrated. Just let the flow of the match go whichever way it wants… and have a set of brass knuckles ready.
It was Lexi who made the first move, lunging forward with a lightning-quick spear that caught Gideon off guard and sent him crashing to the mat. Lexi then rolls away, getting to the other side of the ropes, as Gideon tries to recover. He pushes to his feet, turning around, and Lexi leaps in at him with a springboard cutter. With Gideon down, Lexi pounced, locking in a tight headlock and wrenching back with all her strength. Gideon grimaced in pain, his face turning red as he struggled to break free from Lexi's iron grip.
CJJ: This bitch got a grip on her.....I can't even imagine her grabbing onto a....
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hey....hey.....cable TV bub....
CJJ: What?! I was gonna say a Capri Sun.
Summoning every ounce of his strength, Gideon managed to power his way to his feet, lifting Lexi off the mat and slamming her down with a devastating suplex. The impact reverberated through the ring, but Lexi refused to stay down, rolling away from Gideon's follow-up attack and springing back to her feet.
The two wrestlers continued to trade blows, each refusing to give an inch as they battled for supremacy in the ring. Lexi unleashed a flurry of strikes, driving Gideon back towards the ropes, but Gideon fought back with a series of powerful kicks that left Lexi reeling.
With both wrestlers exhausted and battered, the match could have gone either way. But it was Gideon who found an opening, ducking under a wild haymaker from Lexi and countering with a lightning-fast kick to the midsection. Lexi doubled over in pain, gasping for breath as Gideon seized the opportunity to deliver his finishing move, the Checkmate.
Uppercut from Gideon staggers Gold......
CJJ: HERE IT COMES! So much for being a legend, eh lex?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Gideon may put those claims to sleep right herrreeeeee!
With a roar of determination, Gideon hoisted Lexi onto his shoulders, hooking her head under his arm. But before he can complete the Checkmate maneuver, Lexi manages to twist out of it, grabbing hold of Gideon’s head on the way down and getting a modified DDT! With Gideon on his knees, trying to recover, Lexi quickly goes off the ropes and comes back, Striking Gold!! Gideon’s down and Lexi falls onto him for the pin.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: LEXI GOLD
Match Time: 7:46
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PATRICK MATHEWS: King nearly had her, but Gold turned it around at the very last moment! Still doubt she’s a legend, CJJ?
CJJ: … Yes. But she still got the win, so good for her.
Lexi gets her hand raised, proudly standing there, as Gideon pulls himself towards the corner, trying to figure out what happened.
"Hola, mi nombre es Hanari Carnes.
Some of you may know me, some of you may be seeing me for the first time. Either way, chico's and chica's, chu all will be seeing a lot more of me."
He smiles his charming smile. It appears that he is coming live from his estate in the Dominican Republic.
"But for those who watch dis program, and haven't been fortunate enough to make themselves familiar with Hanari Carnes, let me be de first to tell you all just who the hell I am. Soy una superestrella, una puta leyenda.
I am the man who won de XWF Campeonato de Televisión in mi second ever match. I was de man who won de Título X-treme, who won de Tag Team Titles, Títulos de Parejas, myself, holmes. I carry and defended those belts on mi own. I was ek hombre that took down APEX. March Madness finals, War Games team winner, I have done it all, chivatos."
He takes another sip of Don Julio 1945, setting the glass down on the marble table next to him.
"I am, without a shadow of a doubt, the best technical wrestler on de planet and de most dangerous man in professional wrestling. I like to hurt people, and get paid for it."
He pours another shot of Don Julio, and picks up the cigar that was sitting in the glass ashtray to his right. He brings it to his lips.
"I went home to take of mi familia, to help mi madre who was in ailing health and mi hermano get back on his feet after prison. I came home to be de man I promise them I would be before I left for Estados Unidos. I came back home to de life I left behind."
*Puff, blow*
He walks out of the room and out to the pool deck, where there are multiple beautiful women in bikinis enjoying the pool.
"But then I get a phone call. Jonathan Barrows. Apparently, de WGWF has a new show and needs bodies, needs talent, needs........a challenger. Ya. Chu see I have a good life here in República Dominicana, I have everything I could ever want."
*Puff, blow*
He puts his finger under the chin of a beautiful Dominican girl who is typing on her phone. Annoyed at first, she sees it is Hanari and smiles. He bends down and pecks her on the lips, and she proceeds to lick them after.
*Puff, blow*
"The money, the weather, the women, I have it in spades. Mi vida es genial. What I don't have, is the thrill of the kill. It's been a while since I've broken an arm, since I've put someone on the shelf for sport. It has been a long time since I've heard the crowd boo me as I crush their hero, and put their enthusiasm on ice."
He puffs, and sets down the cigar in another ash tray, this time while sitting at a mobile bar.
"Margarita, mamacita. Use Don Julio."
He slides her a fifty dollar bill.
"Keep it."
He turns back to the camera.
"Señor Barrows made me an offer I couldn't turn down. He gave me something that XWF tried so hard to keep away from me. He said I could set my sights on the World Title. He said I can earn my chance to show de world I am the best, and how could I say no to that?"
She sets his margarita down in front of him, leaning over the bar. Her cleavage is on full display.
"Or that. Maldita niña, esas tetas son bonitas! Chu see.....I am going to come to Smash, and I am going to hurt people. I am going to break arms on my way to the top until I have that sci fi movie wanna be standing across from me, and den.....I will break his arm too, I will make him tap out."
Takes a sip.
"And I will be your SMASH campeón."
His housekeeper comes out and tells them that two people have just arrived at the front door. Mr. Chris and Mr. Gabe.
"Let them in. Show them to the pool area. Thanks, Seniora."
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cable makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and John slides in under the ropes with a mic in hand and gets to his feet, leaning on the top rope as the fans go nuts. The pinspots glare off of the creepy leather mask and finally, the music dies down and the fans start to hush as John paces the center of the ring.
JOHN CABLE: You know… before I even start here tonight… can we have a round of applause for our SMASH Champion, Enigma?
The fans go wild as John mentions the Monster Machine after their war at Last Chance.
FANS: E-NIG-MA! E-NIG-MA!
John applauds too, looking around the arena at the cheering fans.
JOHN CABLE: the Beast and the Monster Machine had one hell of a war, didn’t we? THAT’s what Legacies are built on… and I think Smash would have been proud of us both. We gave everything we had in that match, and while I may have lost… I’m proud to have shared the ring with Sev and I couldn’t be happier to have been able to give that kind of a match to y’all.
The fans cheer at the compassionate words of the Beast, and after a moment hey settle back down.
JOHN CABLE: It’s been a while since I had to give that much of myself in the ring, and Enigma proved beyond a shadow of a doubt at Last Chance why he’s the SMASH Champ. Whoever draws the short straw now, and has to run that gauntlet has one hell of a journey on their hands, and I wish them luck… they’re gonna need it.
JOHN CABLE: Now… There was a lot going on in the match, and there were a few things I missed while I was in there… but rest assured… I have watched the footage back and there’s a couple of things I want to address tonight. First and foremost… Enigma… you earned more than just a win a couple of weeks ago. You earned my respect. It would’ve been really easy to let the numbers game decide the fate of the SMASH Title… but you and I both know how Smash would have wanted that Belt defended… and you sir… you did the right thing. You did the right thing… the right thing at a time in our industry when doing the right thing can cost you everything… but you did it anyway. You lived up to the code of honor of a true warrior… and for that… you have earned my utmost respect.
The fans cheer again at the wholesome display by Cable here.
JOHN CABLE: BUT… there was another man in the ring during that match… a spineless… gutless… cowardly cuck of a bastard… and to you JMONT… I say NO… FUCK YOU.
The fans lose their minds at the turn of events here, and the arena is in pandemonium.
JOHN CABLE: For months you’ve had so damn much to say that it’s taken both WGWF shows, the TPW, AND the DPI for you to get enough of the spotlight to satiate your craven hunger to be important… and still… the only thing you can drum up is ‘Go Away Heat’ and a fan reddit that has spawned some of the best pissy pants JMont memes the internet has ever seen.
The fans pop at the money of the pants.
JOHN CABLE: Matter of fact… in the last three months I think the only place the fans haven’t seen you poking your prick face is into a ring that I was in… that is… until Last Chance. See… you have relentlessly talked shit about me for months… but you haven’t so much as poked your head out of the curtain when I’m in this ring, have you?
The fans cheer as John calls out JMont.
JOHN CABLE: No… not until you came down that ramp at Last Chance and undermined everything the SMASH Title stands for… and who it honors. To be honest… you disgust me JMont, and I’m not the only person on the roster you've pissed off in the last few months. Hell… you seem to think it’s your job to annoy the ever loving piss out of everyone around you, and it’s caused quite a stir here as of late.
Just then…
The camera meticulously captures the spectacle unfolding on the stage, where strategically positioned mirrors cast enchanting reflections, not only amplifying Lexi Gold's intensity but also weaving illusions capable of disorienting her adversaries. Suddenly, the titan-tron comes to life, resonating with the haunting notes of Rosie Roulette's "Desdemona." Emerging from behind the curtain is the enigmatic Lexi Gold, her presence commanding attention.
As the ethereal music envelops the arena, Lexi gracefully descends the ramp, pausing at the strategically placed mirrors. With an alluring gaze fixed upon her own reflection in a particular mirror, she momentarily loses herself in the hypnotic allure. Her eyes, a manifestation of determination, then shift toward the awaiting battleground.
Approaching the ring, Lexi Gold ascends the steps with purpose, her silhouette framed by the mesmerizing play of light and reflection. John lifts the bottom rope for her as she makes her way into the ring, mic in hand and the fans cheer for the friends making a joint appearance in the ring.
JOHN CABLE: Well… ladies and gentlemen… needing no introduction… LEXI GOLD! To what do we owe the honor?
Lexi gives John a hug and together they stand side by side. Before she could speak into the mic, the fans continued to cheer on The Golden Goddess and chant her name. Her eyes gaze around the arena, feeding off the energy of the crowd before she raises the mic to her lips and sighs as her music cuts off.
LEXI GOLD: Thank you, guys for always making me feel so welcome and loved. I really appreciate that. That is not why I’m out here tonight, though. For a while, I’ve remained silent and kept to myself regarding matters that involve JMont. As someone who believes in giving second chances, I thought maybe he’s not as bad as people say. Perhaps he’s just misunderstood. Yet, observing his actions over time has led me to believe that he’s not going to change. In fact, nowadays he is resembling the devil himself.
She looks at John and shakes her head before she continues to speak.
LEXI GOLD: Having said that, no longer will I bottle my thoughts. What John has spoken about already is the truth and I trust his word more than a lot of people these days. If Jmont is listening backstage I’d like to give him a word of advice. Focus on being your own savior, not mine.
JOHN CABLE: Like I said already… Your actions are pissing everyone around here off, JMont. You’ve already alienated your family and your friends… and soon enough… the mounting tide of Superstars with a desire to drag your bloody carcass around an arena is going to catch up with you. Devlin’s Army is growing by the week… with Damage chasing Clyde Newton, Amber Mansley strangling her own career, Enigma dropping you Unfortunate Ones on your face, and the Page’s with another opportunity to remove you from the history books… it looks like you have your hands a little full… so let me add to your load a little bit you baby backed bitch. You’re a disrespectful sack of shit and … and as far as I’m concerned… Devlin’s army can count on the Breeders…
LEXI GOLD: and the Golden Goddess…
JOHN CABLE: in the upcoming war to eradicate the WGWF of scum like you and your filth. There aren’t enough Sonya Benson’s on the roster to save you from all of us, JMont… and your days in the WGWF are numbered.
She smirks and laughs into the mic.
LEXI GOLD: I’ve been in many battles throughout my career, probably started most of them myself. This one feels like it could be my biggest one yet, I’m ready to sacrifice my own blood in this battle for the sake of putting some fucking respect back into this damn company!
She drops the mic, feeling the intensity through her words as she paces the ring.
John, seeing the fire in her eyes, just raises his hands up to the crowd, setting them off in a frenzy of cheers as they soak in the adoration of the fans and revel in the announcement of battle lines drawn between the shambles of the Unfortunate Ones and the mounting numbers of Devlin’s Army.
CJJ: I am getting word that the camera’s have picked up something very interesting in the back.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You and your sources!
CJJ: Well, when it has to do with J Mont, I will always know what is going on!
The Titantron lights up for the fans to see what is going on backstage as the cameras pick up J Mont and Sonya Benson talking in the back. They are laughing. They are smiling. Looks like a good time until they both spot the camera.
J MONT: Look at you nosey mutha fuckers over there. We got nothing to hide, but it seems everyone is so interested in what The Fortunate Ones are up too.
SONYA BENSON: Look at that fat cameraman over there. He can't even bend down to zip up his fly. All he sees when he looks down is Belly.
J MONT: Great movie by the way too!
J Mont and Sonya make their way towards the camera. As they approach, they make sure the camera is solely, 100 percent on them.
J MONT: Before we were rudely interrupted Sonya, like I was saying. It’s great to finally have you back with me where you belong. Back with The Fortunate Ones, your home away from home. I know the main reason you are back and I wanted to show you how grateful I am that you came back to help me. But I also want to let you know I am here to help you with all of your goals as well.
SONYA BENSON: You knew the plan all along. Sorry it took so long, but we needed to wait for the right time to shove it up Page’s and WGWF asses. It was perfect timing if you asked me. No one saw it coming and now it’s time for me to get my REVENGE on everyone that did me wrong or laughed at my expense.
J Mont puts his arm around his bestie with a smile as he continues what he was trying to say to her.
J MONT: So, I know you want the Blood. You want the Heads. You want the Lives of everyone that has crossed you and done you wrong. So, I could not think of a better gift to get you.
SONYA BENSON: You didn't need to get me anything bestie.
J MONT: You deserve this and I am going to help you fill this place up with all the people that did you wrong.
J Mont reaches inside his suit jacket and pulls out an envelope. He hands the envelope over to Sonya Benson who has no idea what is inside. She rips the corner of the envelope as she opens it up. She pulls out a letter that is addressed to her and as she reads it, a sinister smile, one like J Mont appears on her face.
SONYA BENSON: You have to be fuckin kidding me?
J MONT: Nope, it’s all yours. All paid for. It’s in your name.
Sonya gives J Mont a big hug as the besties are reunited and on the same page which means trouble for anyone in the WGWF and wrestling industry.
SONYA BENSON: My hometown is New Jersey, so this is the best news I have heard in a long time.
J MONT: You can do whatever you want to this former church and graveyard. You can tear it down and make it just a graveyard for all the poor souls you are going to take. You can leave the church up and have ceremonies for every life you take, then bury them in the backyard. You can rename it Benson’s Church and Burial. Whatever you wanna do, you can and I got your back.
For the first time in a long time, Sonya seems speechless as she keeps looking at the letter that is notarized and all that J Mont gave her.
SONYA BENSON: 198 Locktown Flemington Road in Jersey is not far from where I have some family and grew up. This is the best gift I could have ever asked for.
J MONT: Let’s start to fill up the graveyard for you. I already got Chris and Candice Page for you. Maybe we can use a few acres and bury Fat Man Rotten too.
Sonya gives J Mont a big hug as they walk away from the cameras. What you saw here was the tight unity and reformation of J Mont and Sonya with The Fortunate Ones.
CJJ: J Mont is a great friend to have. Always thinking about the people close to him.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Candice was close to him and Mia, and look what he did there!
CJJ: Candice only cares about Candice. Chris brainwashed her and she changed!
We are at the arena when suddenly
CJJ: That’s…. Goth!!! But he is from Monday Night Brawl!!! Get security!!!
Patrick Matthews: He must have a reason to be here, let’s wait and find out!!!
Goth enters the ring and requests for a microphone as he is being welcomed with a mixed reaction from the Monday Night Smash fans.
Goth: No worries people, I am not here to make a fool out of myself like one J Mont usually does.
This causes the fans to react with a big Ohhhh chant as Goth smirks.
Goth: But he is partially why I am here, at least I am here to see where everyone’s allegiance is when it comes down to WGWF vs. Thunder Pro Wrestling. And I have already been backstage with John Cable and Ragnarok, they all told me that they will have my back as I will theirs. And seeing that I already got Devlin’s promise, makes me want to look in the eye of the final man in this match… One Clyde Newton.
The crowd react to Goth with a mixed reaction as Goth nods his head.
Goth: Oh yeah, I understand your concerns. Even though we all may have different concerns concerning the mere thought that we believe that WGWF is the far superior brand
The crowd erupts in a WGWF chant as Goth nods his head.
Goth: But I cannot help to notice that there’s one uncertainty, an uncertainty whether Clyde’s allegiance is with WGWF…. Or whether he is more concerned about his buddy J Mont. A man that chose to be upon the opposite brand.
Crowd: BOOO!!!!!
Goth: Oh I know… I know, although I have to admit that volunteering for this spot was so that I could get my hands on him once more. But then the thought of having two backstabbers upon either side of this 10 men tag is something that I do not need. And that’s why I demand you to come out Clyde!!! I need to know whether you will have my back?? Because if I sense anything BUT an allegiance to WGWF, then I will make sure that WGWF will find a suitable replacement. So get your ass out of here!!!
Goth anticipates the arrival of Clyde Newton, but nobody is coming out. Causing Goth to lift the microphone to his mouth.
Goth:I will give you ten seconds to come out Clyde, to show your true colours and be a team player… And not some Fortunate Ones cowardly b####!!!
This causes the crowd to react in shock as Goth is waiting for Clyde Newton, realizing that after ten seconds he still isn’t going to show up.
Goth: I guess that’s what you get if you share a locker room with J Mont, but don’t worry people. Me and the others will sort this out one way or another…. WGWF isn’t going to lose this match, I will make sure of that.
With that Goth’s music hits as he exits the ring.
Ragnarok appears backstage moments before his main event match against John Cable. He looks into the camera and spoke.
Don't think for a second this is a distraction for me. I know my match against John Cable is going to be a hard fought battle. The man certainly has my respect. However, I simply wanted to get a message against to a certain group that feels they run things around here. They are always holding up the show thinking we as a company want to hear what they have to say. I know the fans certainly don't give a damn what you have to say.
He takes a moment adjusting his gloves as he starts walking toward the ring.
So The Fortunate Ones you need an attitude adjustment. You need to be reminded that RAGNAROK was here from the beginning. I'm the only one who is a fearless son of a bitch and you will never get to me. I've looked the devil in the eyes herself named Sonya Benson and lived to talk about it. I even betrayed her and took what mattered the most so how are any of you worse then that bitch? In fact, I would take it one step further and say that your "leader" J-Mont is avoiding me and who can blame him. I'm sure he will deny this because he is a coward but it's funny you have fought nearly the entire roster of Smash and Brawl but never me. What are you afraid of J-Bitch? You worried that Ragnarok is going to punch you in the mouth and show you what a real ass beating is like?
Laughing he stopped short of the curtain.
The stars of aligning for a battle with you J-Mont. If it helps I'll go through each member of The Unfortunate One if you so desire but it will end with your ass knocked out in the middle of the ring. You know where to find me because first it was Brawl then you followed me to Smash and now your trying to poison this company with your lies and stupidity. I used to be you and it was a dark time for me so prepare to see the light whenever you grow a pair of balls and respond to me like a man who claims to be the best but wont battle the best in a war of supremacy.
His music hits and he went to the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our main event of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing 6’4” and weighing 276 lbs, from Baltimore, MD, 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 was triumphant at Last Chance, and tonight he looks to make an even bigger impact by taking down the former #1 contender.
CJJ: You’d have to think that a win here would put Ragnarok on a trajectory to take on Enigma… although I don’t know why anyone would want that.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What do you mean? A victory over Enigma would be a career-making event!
CJJ: It’s the “victory” part that’s the issue…
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent… standing 6’5” and weighing 256 lbs, from Jacksonville, FL, here is JOHNATHAN “THE BEAST” CABLE!!
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cables makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes and walks over to his corner.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable put up one of the greatest fights I’ve seen at Last Chance, but he couldn’t solve the puzzle that is Enigma.
CJJ: Great or not, we all know what the record books are going to say.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yes. That CJJ can be a tool.
CJJ: That’s ri - HEY!!
The bell sounds, starting this one off. Cable and Ragnarok walk up to each other, each giving the other a nod, as they’ve both wanted this contest for a while now. The two powerful wrestlers lock up, testing their strength, with neither budging at first. But Cable slowly starts pushing moving Ragnarok backwards towards the corner. When they’re almost there, though, Ragnarok suddenly spins them around, managing to get Cable into the corner instead with his leverage. The ref calls for the break, with Ragnarok taking a step back, before reaching out and patting on Cable’s mask, as if mocking it. Cable doesn’t seem to react at first, then he nods again, stepping back out of the corner to try it again.
The two men lock up once more, and again, Cable is starting to move Ragnarok backwards, only for Ragnarok to reverse it once more, shoving Cable into the corner. He smirks, but Cable’s already coming back out, grabbing hold of Ragnarok and twisting him into the corner instead. Cable then starts peppering Ragnarok with lefts and rights, punching away, as the referee tries to call for the break. Cable’s not hearing it, though, as he grabs Ragnarok by the arm and whips him towards the other corner, no, Ragnarok reverses it. Cable hits the turnbuckle instead, but comes running right back out, catching Ragnarok with a bulldog lariat! Ragnarok rolls to the side to recover, as Cable pops to his feet.
PATRICK MATHEWS: A lot of people thought Cable should take some time off after his battles with Enigma, but from what I see, he’s still running at full power!
CJJ: I don’t know, Patrick. The key will be in what happens the longer the match goes. If Cable starts shutting down, we’ll know he made a major mistake tonight.
It’s not evident so far, as Cable has Ragnarok up and locked in. He drops with a Russian leg sweep, slamming Ragnarok into the mat. Stunned, Ragnarok rolls to his left, out of the ring, landing outside on his feet. He shakes his head clear, as Cable comes over to the ropes, reaching over them. But Ragnarok grabs Cable’s legs and yanks them out from under him, dropping Cable onto his back, before dragging Cable outside the ring. Cable tries to recover quickly, but Ragnarok is too quick, driving him backfirst into the edge of the ringpost!! Cable slumps to the side, hurting, as Ragnarok takes a second to take a breather.
As Cable starts to get up, Ragnarok is right back on him, driving Cable’s head into the hard edge of the ring multiple times, stunning him. Ragnarok then grabs Cable by the head and drags him up onto the apron, getting up with him and positioning them. As the crowd looks on in amazement, Ragnarok lifts Cable up into the air, getting the altitude before stepping off the apron, landing a apron chokeslam on the wrestler!!! Cable groans and falls to the floor, as Ragnarok stumbles back, almost losing his own balance. He turns and gets back into the ring to stop the count, before rolling back out.
CJJ: We’re going to need a chiropractor on standby for Mr. Cable.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That was a fierce maneuver from Ragnarok early here, showing that he is deadset on getting this victory.
CJJ: All that matters is the victory. If Ragnarok ends Cable’s career, then too bad, but that’s part of the business.
Ragnarok steps over to the hurting Cable, dragging him upwards. Cable fights back, though, with a couple of forearm shots, knocking Ragnarok backwards. But Ragnarok comes right back with spinning elbow head strike, sending Cable stumbling back against the apron. Ragnarok then grabs him, rolling Cable underneath the ropes, before following inside himself. He locks onto Cable and twists him around with a spinning suplex, planning Cable in the center of the ring! As the crowd cheers the move, Ragnarok makes the cover, hanging onto the leg…
1!!
2!!
Th-and Cable shoves himself out of the pin, avoiding the three count. Ragnarok, not concerned, pulls Cable up via the back of his mask, He shoots Cable hard into the corner, stunning him, and then runs after him, planning on a leaping splash. Cable, though, yanks himself out of the way, using the ropes to keep himself up. Ragnarok is able to stop in time, avoiding a nasty collision with the turnbuckle. He turns around, seeing Cable, and comes at him again, leaping into a roundhouse kick… that Cable avoids, allowing him to get behind Ragnarok and quickly lock him into a cobra clutch sleeper submission!! Ragnarok is immediately struggling, as the ref checks to see if he wants to tap out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Out of nowhere, Cable’s trying to put Ragnarok out!
CJJ: You see? He’s already grasping at straws, trying to end this match when he can!
PATRICK MATHEWS: … Or he’s doing what he normally does, pulling out moves from his repertoire in order to win…
CJJ: A likely story.
Unfortunately for Cable, the two men had ended up near the ropes with the hold was applied. Ragnarok doesn’t have far to go, and he knows it, quickly yanking both men over a few more inches before Ragnarok grabs at the rope, hanging on for a few seconds. The ref says that Cable has to break, but Cable decides on a unique view of that command, as he suddenly takes Ragnarok over with a cobra clutch suplex, only releasing after impact!! The referee shakes his head, saying that wasn’t what he meant, but Cable just shrugs and gets up. He walks over to the stunned Ragnarok, locking him up before he can escape and getting a double underhook facebuster! Cable then rolls him over and makes the cover, hanging on…
1!!
2!!
Thr-but Ragnarok kicks out, keeping this one going. Cable gets up, considering things, before moving around and grabbing hold of Ragnarok’s legs. He starts to twist himself through them, wanting to apply a clover leaf leg lock submission! But as Cable’s working the legs around, Ragnarok suddenly reaches up, grabbing hold of Cable’s head and dragging him down into a pinning predicament! The referee dives into position…
1!!
2!!
THRE-NO!! Cable just manages to kick himself free!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable nearly cost himself the match there, as he formed the leg lock that nearly kept him pinned!
CJJ: This is why you have to be careful in everything you do, so it doesn’t get turned against you.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You mean like making disparaging comments about wrestlers other than the Fortunate Ones?
CJJ: Hey, I know who’s most likely to attack me based on an insult…
Both wrestlers get to their feet, with Cable trying to regain the advantage by grabbing Ragnarok’s arm. But Ragnarok gets a knee up into Cable’s guts, bending him over. Ragnarok then lifts Cable into the air, beginning to spin him around and around, giving him The Reckoning!!! At the end, Cable goes flying to the mat, slamming hard onto his back, as Ragnarok has to take a few steps to steady himself. He then comes forward, dropping an elbow onto Cable before then making another cover, hanging onto his legs as the referee moves into position…
1!!
2!!
THR-but Cable kicks out again! Ragnarok looks at the referee, thinking that should have been it, but the referee still flashes two fingers at him, so Ragnarok gets up instead. He’s looking like he wants to finish this one off, as he’s pulling Cable up off the mat and angling him towards the center of the ring. Ragnarok then locks him into place, preparing for the Bone Crusher!! He goes to lift… and Cable blocks it, stopping his upward momentum! He then lifts up instead, tossing Ragnarok over his shoulder and sending him crashing to the mat! Ragnarok rolls in pain, before working his way back up. But Cable manages to get there before him, locking up Ragnarok and taking him over with an elevated cradle neckbreaker, holding on afterwards for the pin…
1!!
2!!
THRE-NO!! Ragnarok kicks out in time!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re seeing major effort from both of these competitors tonight! What a main event!
CJJ: Yeah, and Cable can’t keep Ragnarok down! I think it’s going to happen! The losing streak for Cable starts now!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wouldn’t it technically have started at Last…
CJJ: We’re not dealing in technicalities!!!
Cable struggles to his feet, breathing heavily. He makes his way over to Ragnarok, hauling the wrestler up, and then signals that it’s time for The Darkest Hour!! He starts to lift Ragnarok up onto his shoulders… and Ragnarok starts punching away from above, landing several hits and managing to break loose of the torture rack before it can be fully locked in! He drops back to his feet, with Cable turning towards him, only for Ragnarok to lift the man up with pure strength and slam him down onto his back, leaving Cable stunned. Ragnarok then painfully pulls himself through the ropes, positioning himself, and then comes leaping in with an over the ropes frog splash onto Cable!! He hangs on for the pin…
1!!
2!!
THRE-No, Cable shoves a shoulder up at the last second! Ragnarok, disappointed, pulls Cable up again, putting him once again in position for the Bone Crusher. He fights to get Cable up, as he’s still battling against the hold. But Ragnarok still manages to lift him into the air… only for Cable to drop off his shoulders and land behind him! As Ragnarok spins around, Cable kicks him in the gut, and then quickly locks in The Waking Nightmare (Pedigree), and drops, slamming Ragnarok’s head into the canvas!!! The crowd cheers as a fatigued Cable manages to get Ragnarok around for a pin, holding onto the legs for good measure…
1!!
2!!
THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JOHN CABLE
Match Time: 10:17
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable gets a huge reversal there at the end, and it proves to be the deciding factor!
CJJ: Well, damn…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Flip a coin, and that outcome could have easily gone the other way, with Ragnarok hanging on to end it. But Cable comes out victorious, moving forward to whatever waits him in the future!
CJJ: Well, it’s not Enigma, we know that for sure!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s been a hell of a night, so we’ll see you all next time! Have a great night!
The referee lifts up Cable’s arm, with the crowd cheering on the veteran. He looks back at Ragnarok, who is already recovering, and seems to signal that it was a tough contest. He then turns and leaves the ring, ready to walk on to what’s next. We fade out.
The season of Valentine’s…
Some blue birds fly by, tweeting happily on their way through. The flowers finish populating the heart, making it a beautiful sight to many. In the center of that heart, a winged cupid darts into view, fluttering as it raises up a cute bow & arrow, winking towards the camera.*
Love is in the air…
The cupid giggles, flapping its wings to get a little more height. As the romantic music swells, the cupid takes aim. It raises the heart-tipped arrow towards us, notched, ready to fire.
... But not here…
A hammer flies into view, smashing into the cupid. It’s sent rocketing backwards into the flowery heart… which erupts into flames, quickly igniting everything around it. The music suddenly becomes a heavier rock tune, as the color shifts from pretty in pink to flaming red.
... Here, there is no romance… there’s only action…
Video clips begin to run, showing shots from WGWF’s Last Chance. We see Maxwell Mason Stone taking out John Blade with the Momenta Axis, making a triumphant debut. We then see shots of Gideon King and Ragnarok going at it, with Ragnarok getting the Bone Crusher for the victory, standing tall afterwards.
And suspense…
Next are shots from Edward Grado taking on Seth Stevens. We see Grado with a chance to win, only to have Stevens use the ropes in a quick pin to steal away the victory. Next, we see shots from the X Division Title Steel Asylum match, showing several wrestlers taking some hard falls on their attempts to escape the cage. The video specifically shows Samuel Chatman getting handcuffed by Amber Mansley, only to have that same tactic backfire on her later in the match. The final shot shows Damage driving Clyde Newton through the wall of the cage, shattering it.
Treachery…
The picture jumps to Chris Page attacking Joe Montouri at the beginning of their No Holds Barred match, knocking him into Shaun Hart. We then see the involvement of The Fortunate Ones, as well as Devlin Knight, The Showstoppers, & The Lone Wolves. In the end, we see Page seemingly in control, only to have guest referee Sonya Benson take him out with the Bitch Trigger. We then see JMont give Page a JKO onto a barbed-wire baseball bat to get the victory. Benson’s and Montuori’s embrace afterwards is shown over the fallen Page.
And violence…
The brutal war between Jestyr Seryous and FPV is shown, with both men seemingly wanting to take the other out. We see a clipped shot of the final landing of the Bed Time Story off the middle turnbuckle, which left FPV to need medical treatment afterwards, with Seryous insulting him while they worked on him. We then switch to the Free Fall match for the WGWF World Tag Titles, showing Sports Entertainment Xpress and Iconoclast brawling it out high above. We see another shot of Marshall & Chaos falling, followed by the controversial ending.
Deception…
We see the war for the X Division Title in the Ultimate X match, and some of the biggest moves, including Corey Bull giving Damage the Last Ride powerbomb, Clyde Newton getting the Fetal Ending, and Xavier Lux using other wrestlers like launching pads to fly up towards the championship. We then see Amber Mansley interfering to stop Lux, Samuel Chatman coming down to attack Mansley, and a security guard revealed as JMont as he hit Damage with the JKO. Newton is pictured holding up the X Division Title above his head in celebration, while Damage glared after him.
And triumph…
The stand-off between Smash Champion Enigma and challenger Johnathan “The Beast” Cable is shown, followed by several clips as the two men engaged in a war to end all wars. Both men are shown hitting big maneuvers and nearly winning. We see the ref going down, with JMont once again trying to take advantage, only for Enigma to send him from the ring. Cable then nearly won with The Darkest Hour, but with no referee, the match continued. We then see the final seconds, with Enigma getting control of a desperately-fighting Cable and landing Damnation, getting the victory to retain the title and ending Cable’s Last Chance.
There may not be any chocolates or bouquets found here tonight… but all of you are guaranteed to get what you really want… welcome… to Monday Night Smash!
The video clips suddenly end with one more eruption of flames, followed by shots from the PPG Paints Arena in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! The crowd is hot, coming off of a PPV show, showing that everyone’s expecting some big things here tonight. We span across the sold-out audience filling the arena before heading towards the announce table.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Good evening, fans! Welcome to the hottest wrestling show in the world today! Welcome to Monday Night Smash!
CJJ: We just came from the biggest PPV of the year so far, Last Chance, and we’re only into February! This year is going to be insane!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Tonight, we’ll see the ramifications of the many events that took place at Last Chance, as well as some top competition from some of our biggest stars. We’re now on the road to WrestleWars, and you can expect some bumps along the way…
CJJ: As long as the Fortunate Ones are controlling the drive, I have no problems with it.
The lights go down, greenish strobes pulsing in time with an ominous tempo as it grows in volume, the bass notes nearly drowning out the booing it elicits as some of the more die-hard fans recognize it for what it is. A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, a haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of “Night of the Wolf” by Nox Arcana.
"Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus"
A hulking horned beast appears from the gloom, slowly and methodically stalking towards the ring. His leather doomsday cloak is open over his massive chest, each step bringing him further into the light until "The Monster Machine" is revealed in full. The dark and Gothic chanting continues, music swelling in volume as each pulse in the tempo and each measured step of the monster are in sync.
"Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita
Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita"
ENIGMA ascends the ring steps and subtly wipes his feet on the apron, turning towards the crowd as he removes the horned skull mask, revealing his soot-streaked face and colourless eyes. Throwing his head back, he sprays a bloody mist into the air before letting out a snarl. When his head lowers, blood drips from his chin and down his heaving chest, some spattering on the gleaming faceplace of the SMASH World Championship that's fastened around his waist. Slowly and methodically, he unfastens it and holds it aloft, a sadistic grin on his face as he soaks up the mixed reaction of the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Is it just me or does the crowd tonight seem to be cheering a bit louder than they used to?
CJJ: After blowing off Denise Essex during the opening contest of Last Chance, he asked for this time and promised some answers. Here’s hoping we actually get some!
The crowd noise finally dies down and ENIGMA lifts the microphone to his lips after snatching it from the ringside tech.
ENIGMA: Do you know what bothers me more than anything else in this business of ours?
There’s the briefest of pauses, as though he’s waiting for an answer that clearly isn’t forthcoming from the restless crowd. His gaze roams over the rows, eyes locking on and winning staring contests with several brave souls before he continues.
ENIGMA: This incessant chatter. This abhorrent need to fill every silence with words as though any of the opinions of the worthless and weak – the bleatings of sheep – are worth anything? “Why, ENIGMA, why? Why have you turned your back on The Fortunate Ones? Why have you stabbed your friend, your brother JMont in the back not even a month after standing by his side as he said his wedding vows? How could you be so heartless? So casually cruel?”
Every sentence oozes with more and more disdain, his voice rising to mock his many detractors.
ENIGMA: I said it once on social media but I will say it again for those who are just tuning in, for those who have not yet had their eyes opened to the truths of this world. If you have been here to witness my CROWNING ACHIEVEMENT and still dare to question my motivations, you have not been paying attention. DO YOU NOT SEE?!
He roars those words, sending feedback ripping over the sound system.
ENIGMA: This has nothing to do with Montuori or Amber Mansley or the return of Sonya Benson… and the childish GOTCHA antics of TFO as a whole over the past few months, even though my feelings were quite apparent. No. This is not about factions or strength in numbers or finding myself in the role of babysitter time and time again. This has everything to do with…
The pause is for emphasis as he adjusts the championship belt resting over his broad shoulder and a few in the crowd pop on cue.
ENIGMA: MY LEGACY. And what is that? What does this mean? Ah, see… this is a story that began in Japan, when I was invited by a masked stranger named SMASH to answer the challenge of a petulant CORVID child who was running amok on social media, running his mouth about anyone and everything in the hopes that he would find the executioner to put him out of his misery. Of course, I accepted. The match, well you know the story. It never happened. A replacement was sought and that vain little scavenger did his best to bury the truth when he popped his head out of the hole like a happy little groundhog a few months later. He has been busy, though, padding his record and carving out his niche in the smallest ponds that would have him – I will not name names. You know who I’m talking about.
A “KNOX FEARS ENIGMA” chant rings out over the din, picked up by a few more diehard fans as it ripples across the capacity crowd while ENIGMA nods, grinning and laughing to himself.
ENIGMA: And now, by circumstance… because once again JMont failed to get the job done, the gods smile upon me. I am granted this opportunity to cross that name off my list a little over a year later… to prove alongside my equal and the only man to pin my shoulders in a wrestling ring in the last year and WGWF is far superior to that dumpster fire that calls Matthew Knox its top champion. If that’s the measuring stick, that company will be wholly embarrassed at Uncivil–
The tron lights up with staticy snow and a red spotlight shines down onto the stage. “Burning Bright” by Nine Inch Nails hits the speakers, cutting ENIGMA off mid-rant and Maxwell Mason Stone steps out with his Thunder Pro Wrestling American Championship. He looks around at the Smash crowd, smiles and then makes his way down the path to the ring.
CJJ: I don't think Stone interrupting the Monster Machine was on anyone’s bingo card for 2024.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well he is a member of this roster. And a champion in TPW to boot. Can’t blame the guy for taking exception to all the shade being thrown Thunder Pro’s way.
Stone slides into the ring and gets face to face with The Monster Machine. For a moment the two stare each other down, the crowd literally holding their breath in anticipation.
CJJ: Some might say it would be brave to do what Stone's doing right here but I'd say it's absolutely FOOLISH!
Stone raises the mic in his hand and begins to speak.
MMS: Hello, Sev… I believe this is the first time I've stood in a ring with you so allow me to introduce myself to you officially: my name is Maxwell Mason Stone and we have ourselves a match in a few weeks. I wanted to get a head start and come over to WGWF Smash because I wanted to get an up close look at my competition.
Enigma stares at Stone, unphased by his words.
MMS: I got a call from Mister Denzel Porter a few months ago asking if I was interested in facing you and at his biggest event ever in a co main event match and I'm sure Mr. Porter was ecstatic when I told him “hell yeah”.
The WGWF Smash crowd cheers as Enigma continues to stare down Stone, unimpressed.
MMS: I've always been impressed by your skills in this ring and witnessed the utter dominance you're capable of when we were wrestling for another company last year. I said I wanted to fight you then. You said you wanted better opponents – nobody listened to either of us.
The Smash Champion chuckles, shaking his head but still refraining from interjecting.
MMS: Times are different now and I am a different me and I'm sure you're a different you. But I've seen how things end for me and I know that end is coming soon.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We've heard him make reference to this “end” before. What the heck is he talking about?
MMS: You're getting a Maxwell Mason Stone who made a choice to walk into the WGWF and walk right up to the biggest, baddest warrior here and slap them right in the face.
Stone SLAPS ENIGMA in the face, the sound reverberating through the microphones and the impact leaving a handprint through the war paint on his cheek. The Monster Machine doesn’t hesitate, immediately unleashing a flurry of left and rights on the face of Stone that leave him dazed.
PATRICK MATHEWS: PANDEMONIUM has erupted in the middle of the ring! Stone and Enigma swinging at each other!
CJJ: Why on Earth did Stone think that was a good idea?!
ENIGMA slams a forearm into his face and then FLINGS Stone into the corner. The moment he hits, the Monster Machine grabs him around the neck in a chokehold. He lifts Stone into the air and hits him with that devastating chokebomb, almost slamming him right through the canvas!
PATRICK MATHEWS: QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS!! WGWF officials are swarming the ring now and Enigma is livid!!
Stone rolls out of the ring onto the ground below. Enigma picks his WGWF Smash title belt off of the canvas and storms away from the ring in anger as officials barricade the aisle, effectively keeping the two apart even though Stone is back on his feet, trying to break through the wall of security shirts to take off after the Monster Machine.
PATRICK MATHEWS: We're not even at Uncivil War and here we are having a battle break out between the two co-main eventers of night 3 of the Denzel Porter Invitational! This is absolutely insane!
CJJ: Talk about uncivil… it doesn’t get much more hostile than what we just witnessed between those two.
We hard-cut to the PPG Paints Arena parking lot and pulling up to the spot is a convoy of supercars with all the bells and whistles that make the poor scream “eat the rich.”
Oh, this is only the tip of the iceberg. This isn’t just an ordinary convoy. This isn’t just the heralding of the ratings machine known as the Fortunate Ones. This is a funeral procession. This is evidenced by the funeral hearse that pulls up with them.
Famed police chief Chris Roma, who leads the convoy in his SUV, brings them to a stop. The fans watching this on the Smash-Tron come unglued with nuclear heat as J Mont, Sonya Benson, Amber Mansley, Shaun Hart, Norris, and Smith hop out of their absurd vehicles and meet up with Chris, not before clanging “too sweet” gestures.
PATRICK MATTHEWS: This is beyond disrespect. I’m not gonna comment on this! I won’t give them any shine for this! Disgusting!
CJJ: Well then I will! Ladies and gentlemen watching at home, the Fortunate Ones have arrived in style as always… Well, most of them. I don’t see Clyde. J Mont must have something big planned for him. Oh, and Chris Page is lying his dead ass in the hearse after J Mont masterfully checkmated him at Last Dance!
Chris Roma fakes being somber and nods to them.
Chief Chris Roma: As you requested, I have escorted the extended family of Chris Page in my SUV and they will be doing pallbearer duties also at your request.
J Mont thanks him and motions for them to step up as Roma introduces them.
Chief Chris Roma: Patrick Page..
Chief Chris Roma: Percy Page..
Chief Chris Roma: Austin Page…
Chief Chris Roma: Dirk Page…
Chief Chris Roma: His wife, of course, Candice Page…She is still in shock as you can see.. Hasn’t washed her face since Last Dance.
Chief Chris Roma: And his estranged sister… Paula Page..
Amber nearly pukes at the sight of some of them but holds it together. Shaun consoles her and compliments her on how brave she is being right now.
J MONT: My condolences. I didn’t want to do what I did but Chris Page left me no choice. I hope I can make things right tonight by doing this funeral service. Shall we?
He motions to the hearse and the pallbearers remove the casket and everyone makes their way through the back and onto the ramp where they are DROWNED with hate. All the 3x extra security Barrows hired aren’t enough to keep some of the fans from spilling over the rail to get after them.
When we come back from the trailer advert we find the Fortunate Ones in the ring minus Clyde Newton, and the casket is in the ring as well.
J MONT: Now show some damn respect for Chris Page as we watch the highlights of his career, under the beautiful singing voice of Miss Amber Mansley.
He hands the mic off to Amber and she makes the angels in heaven cry with how alluring her singing voice is while she pipes the lyrics to the funeral classic “On The Wings of a Snow White Dove.”
The crowd is livid as she continues singing while the video package plays all Chris’s most brutal and humiliating defeats, especially the one at Last Chance against the BEAST, J Mont. Amber takes a bow and pretends to wipe a tear from the emotional overwhelm of her passionate singing.
AMBER MANSLEY: I would like to dedicate that to my friend, J Mont, and Sonya Benson for being the ones who vanquished Chris Page from our lives. It took a true warrior and a real man to show that The Fortunate Ones are the true rulers of this business. With Chris Page gone, WGWF can roam freely and to higher heights. With that said, I’ll pass it back to Joe who will describe his beautiful victory and triumph over the greediest entity that has ruined this sport.
She passes the microphone back to Joe who takes it with a smile on his face genuinely appreciating Amber for her kind words.
J MONT: The REAL BEAST stood tall at the end. Page is not a BEAST, he is a BUST! He opened his mouth and I shut it. He thought he had the upper hand, but I took my hand and smacked him in the face. He thought he was running things but I ran all over him. He thought it was his show, but everyone sees it as The Fortunate Ones Show. Candice thinks she has Power here, but Mia is going to teach her a lesson. Am I sad that I took the career and life of Chris Page? Hell No! He knew what he was getting himself into. He knew that J Mont was not a man to cross or try to back into a corner. He knew from the CCPE days just how TWIZTED I can be. This is all HIS FAULT and Candice’s fault. I did what I had to do for my family and The Fortunate ones.
As if things couldn’t get worse, Paula Page steps up to give the Eulogy of her dead brother.
PAULA PAGE: Let me first begin by sayi- GRRHHUNF
JKO OUTTA NOWHERE!!!!
Paula Page is destroyed in an instant! The fans are riotous. CJJ and Patrick Mathews are being drowned out by the vociferous crowd.
And then…
SWOOSH!
The lid flies off the casket and up sits Clyde Newton wearing a Chris Page mask. He rips it off and tosses it into the crowd, then adjusts his X Division Championship proudly draped on his shoulder.
CLYDE NEWTON: THE CHAMP… IS… HERE!!!!
He hops out of the casket and flips open the other end of the coffin, which is packed with ice and bottles of the world’s most lavish champagne. He tosses each member a bottle and they pops the corks. The celebration is in full swing.
He then tries to speak some more, but the crowd is absolutely not having it, and for over two minutes he tries speaking but the fans drown him out with boos.
CLYDE NEWTON: Well fuck you too then, fans.
Now, the mic is given to Sonya Benson, and boy howdy does the heat become nuclear. She has to wait for several moments for the noise level to die down before speaking.
SONYA BENSON: Well, Well, Well. Twitter has exploded since Last Chance. People want all the juicy deets on how this plan came together, and you’re damn right I’m telling you because I want every one of you to know how stupid and gullible you are. So, how long was this plan in place? Since I lost my TV Title to Kim Pain at Summer Madness. Yep. The long game, baybay. When I laid there in that hospital bed being consoled by J Mont while having my DESTROYED FACE PIECED BACK TOGETHER… I knew Chris Page was the end game. It was Chris Page who had to pay the ultimate price.
She breaks from her spiel momentarily, the mere name Chris Page invoking the most hateful expression.
SONYA BENSON: It was Chris Page who laughed when Punisher mock RAPED me in the ring. It was Chris Page who did nothing to penalize the Punisher for doing that. It was Chris Page who turned that traumatizing event into a storyline. It was Chris Page who gave Punisher all the cards to play with, all the advantageous match stipulations, and then forced me to join CCPE because there was no way in hell I could’ve beaten Punisher without his direct hand at play.
Another pause. Her face morphs into that hateful and renowned Benson bitch-face.
SONYA BENSON: And it was Chris Page who gave Kim Pain unlimited shots at my title until finally, after once again giving my opposition every match stipulation advantage possible, Kim took it from me. It was Chris Page who was staring down the barrel of his career's mortality and riding out the last moments via J Mont’s coattail. It was Chris Page’s OBSESSION with J Mont that I knew we could exploit.
This time, a sharkish grin.
SONYA BENSON: So, I told J Mont about the plan I had, and J Mont being the brilliant strategist that he is, fine-tuned it to perfection. He would betray me. I’d go away for a while and then return when Chris Page was set to put the nail in J Mont’s coffin. We needed a good pawn to sell the betrayal, to spam post it on Twitter, so J Mont tricked Justin York into joining, and together they brutally attacked me, and yes that attack was real… I was hurt and had to spend weeks recovering, but it was worth it. But we also needed a legit member to join in my absence, and that’s when I recruited this magnificent woman right here.
Sonya loops an arm over Amber’s shoulder, and Amber does the same to Sonya. The two stare at the camera, dual bitch-faces on display, and then they burst out cackling.
SONYA BENSON: How could I not pick her? She wasn’t a replacement for me, she was an UPGRADE. I mean, just look at her. Taller than me. Stronger than me. Prettier than me. Unlike me, she knows how to wrestle and is DAMN good at it. She’s perfect. We recruited her and told her the plan, and she was on board. You SHEEPLE fell so hard for it too. Guess what? All those times Amber and I were humiliating each other on Twitter were me and her sitting next to each other slurping Spiced Chai Lattes and giggling over it.
Oh boy the fans are LIVID, cussing, throwing things, spitting at them.
SONYA BENSON: We knew Flash Rotten would eventually betray us given his history, it’s why the group still shat on him after I departed, so we left him out of the loop but made sure to use him to fire me as his last act as GM. That was crucial because it allowed me to go elsewhere, structure my deal, and get those last five wins out of the way. It also allowed the group to grow stronger with the addition of our NEW X Division Champion, Sly Clyde Newton.
Sonya turns to him as the jeers roll in like a tidal wave, and she does the “we’re not worthy” bow.
SONYA BENSON: However, Page did throw a wrench into things. He made his move faster than expected. I only had one more win to go elsewhere when he reached out to me about being the special referee and when he did, J Mont had the brilliant sex tape idea. By the way, there was indeed a tape, but it wasn’t a sex tape it was this…
The Smash-Tron comes to life showing a hidden camera scene between Sonya Benson and presumably Chris Page.
ALLEGEDLY CHRIS PAGE: Please Sonya, I’m begging you, PLEASE be the special ref. You get your revenge. I get to cut the head of the snake. The Fortunate Ones die. I’ll give you whatever you want. You only have one more win to go right? I’ll give you whatever opponent you want. Milk Mason? Coding Rhodes? Some local talent enhancer? You got it.
The whole group burst out laughing after the clip ends.
SONYA BENSON: Yes, Chris. I do have one more match left but I’m here in a managerial capacity for TFO, not signed to active competition, so only I get to say when, where, and who I face, so HA! Take that! Now, I’m sure you’re all wondering why I’d stick around in ANY capacity after my quota is done. It’s simple. Revenge. For over two years I have had different promotions parade me in front of you wrestling fans, using my pain and suffering as a selling point for ratings, despite me being wholly untrained for most of it. For over two years, you FUCKING people have mocked me, laughed at my RAPE in the ring, and applauded the desecrations committed on me by these barbarous savages in the locker room. For over two years you PIECES OF SHIT have mentally and emotionally TORTURED me.
Sonya visibly shakes. Her eyes dance with mischief. Her cheeks burn red with fury.
SONYA BENSON: So now it’s MY TURN… MOTHERFUCKERS! I’m gonna terrorize your heroes. I’m gonna help the Fortunate Ones rip this promotion apart. For the next two years, you, the fans, and you in the locker room are gonna be the Unfortunate Ones… and you can take that…. to the bank!
And with that, she drops the mic. J Mont walks up to Sonya and gives his bestie a big hug. They both turn to the camera and wink at the same time reminding everyone that they will always have the upper hand. J Mont looks down at the mic and picks it up.
J MONT: Oh yeah, to piggyback off of what Sonya said. I have a big surprise for Sonya later on when we get backstage. But the WGWF, Smash or Brawl have been put on notice. Jonathan Barrows, we are still good, just remember that. But for everyone else, you are fucked. Clyde is not letting go of that X Division Title. Amber is going to have BLOOD on her hands soon, just watch and learn. And let’s just say that I have some unfinished business with my so-called friend Enigma. The sound of 2 Time World Champion here in the WGWF sounds pretty good to me. And let’s just say that Sonya is going to have a lot of fun here and get her revenge on EVERYONE that did her wrong, and WE will have her back throughout it all. The Lines have been drawn and it's time for WAR. You can move your pawns all around, but just remember, when you play the game with The Fortunate Ones, you will get……
The Fortunate Ones get together in the center of the ring and hold their arms high in the air. Letting everyone know that this is their show.
PATRICK MATTHEWS: I would just give everyone in that ring a PINK SLIP and move on.
CJJ: So you want the ratings on SMASH to be worse than Brawl. Makes complete sense, you moron. The Fortunate Ones are best for business. And look how good Amber and Sonya look. Put me in the middle of them like the frosting on an Oreo.
PATRICK MATTHEWS: You really need some help. You are supposed to be impartial here and all you ever do is kiss the ass of J Mont and The Fortunate Ones!
CJJ: I know what the people want and I know what I am doing.
J Mont motions for TFO to take their leave as he’s prepared for the war that’s about to unfold with his opponent. The lights in the arena go dark…
The crowd erupts!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Here we go!
The Smash-Tron lights up with the video package for John Blade. The lights come back up revealing John Blade in the ring with his back to J Mont, head down under a lime green hat, matching t-shirt, and typical jorts.
CJJ: Welcome to John Blade’s funeral.
J Mont points and laughs at John Blade from behind before starting to sneak up from behind where he spins Blade around and looks for the JKO! Blade shoves Mont off him and into the ropes where Mont bounces off the ropes and into a Spinbuster Slam!
John Blade stands to his feet where he removes his hat and raises his head.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s not John Blade! That’s CHRIS PAGE!
The roof explodes as Page rips the John Blade lime green shirt off like he was Hulk Hogan in the late 80’s.
CJJ: What the hell is that sore loser doing here!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He owns the company, he can kinda go where he wants when he wants.
The ovation is so loud you can hardly hear yourself thing. Page drops down into a full mount position on J Mont where he begins unloading with right hands! The crowd erupts with boos as AMBER MANSLEY, CLYDE NEWTON, and SHAWN HART all sprint back toward the ring! Page gets off Mont and the first member of TFO to hit the ring is Shaun Hart who immediately charges Page, and it’s Chris who sidesteps him and hurls Hart over the top rope and out the floor!
Newton is next in the ring and rushes Page who kicks Clyde in the balls!
Mansley looks to dive under the bottom rope but halts and thinks better of it. J Mont struggles as he works his way back to his feet as Page sizes him up. J Mont slowly spins around where Page drives a boot to the gut that doubles J Mont over for Page to underhook the arms! The crowd roars as Page hoists Mont up in the air and drives him into the mat with a thunderous PAGE PLANT!
PATRICK MATHEWS: YES! Give that rat bastard what he deserves!
Page is shown getting back to his feet as we see Mansley reaching under the bottom ropes pulling Clyde out to the floor while on the other side of the ring, Shaun Hart pulls J Mont out to the floor! The crowd is insane as Chris Page calls for the microphone.
CJJ: Someone check on J Mont!
Page walks toward the ropes and reaches through them as he’s handed a microphone. TFO reaches the top of the ramp.
CHRIS PAGE: Where you going? We were just starting to have fun.
J Mont and TFO spout out towards the ring.
CHRIS PAGE: Come the DPI and what I’m GOING to do to you is just an appetizer for what will be my main course because on April 21st at AT&T Stadium in Dallas, Texas I’m going to take us back to where it all began, Joe. We’re going back to where you have no where to run, nowhere to hide, and NOBODY to save you… We’re going back to HELL IN A CELL!
J Mont is completely beside himself as we see TFO holding him back as J Mont screams out.
J MONT: ABUSE OF POWER!
Chris extends a middle finger toward J Mont. The crowd goes ballistic as Chris stands in the center of the ring holding his arms out begging J Mont to come back down that ramp.
PATRICK MATHEWS: WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT FOR WRESTLEWARS 2024! NIGHT TWO, J MONT/PAGE inside HELL IN A CELL! Dallas, Texas is NEVER going to be the same again!
CJJ: J MONT CALLED IT! ABUSE OF POWER is exactly what this is! How unfair to stick J Mont back inside Hell in a Cell with that rabid, power-hungry prick? Something HAS to be done!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Knock that off! After EVERYTHING J Mont has done, even stepping inside Hell in a Cell is getting off light if you ask me,.
"Amber Mansley, a name whispered with disdain in the corridors of power and amongst those who've encountered her manipulative tendrils. She is a fucking leech, sucking the lifeblood out of anyone unfortunate enough to cross her path.
With a saccharine smile and honeyed words, she preys on the unsuspecting, latching onto their successes and draining them dry. Like a parasitic creature, she attaches herself to individuals of influence, feigning friendship and loyalty while secretly plotting her next move.
Amber's modus operandi is one of deceit and manipulation. She ingratiates herself into the lives of others, masquerading as an ally while silently siphoning off their resources and opportunities. She thrives on the vulnerability of her victims, exploiting their trust for her own selfish gain.
Behind her façade of charm lies a heart as black as pitch, devoid of empathy or remorse. She sees others not as fellow human beings, but as mere stepping stones on her path to power and success. To her, loyalty is a commodity to be bought and sold, and friendships are nothing more than a means to an end.
Those who have fallen victim to Amber's cunning know the sting of betrayal all too well. They've watched helplessly as she weaves her web of deceit, ensnaring them in a trap from which there is no escape. And when they've outlived their usefulness, she discards them without a second thought, leaving behind a trail of broken dreams and shattered lives.
In the cutthroat world of ambition and intrigue, Amber Mansley is a force to be reckoned with. She is a fucking leech, draining the lifeblood out of all who dare to stand in her way. And until she's satisfied her insatiable hunger for power, there will be no stopping her relentless ascent to the top."
Until Now……"
Suddenly SOMEONE, ANYONE by Anberlin kicks over the PA system and the fans immediatley hit their feet and turn toward the entrance way. Je$TyR SeRyOu$ was not scheduled tonight, and that much is made CRySTaL CLeaR by SMASH's top notch announce duo...Listen!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Uhhh, what the hell is going on?
CJJ: Uh, I guess we are fixing to hear from Mr. SeRyOu$?
PATRICK MATHEWS: But that's not on the damn prep sheet, he isn't anywhere on it. He's not even supposed to be here tonight!
CJJ: I find the fact that you are as shocked by this as you are absolutely HILARIOUS!!! Look at this fuggin guy, you think for two seconds he wouldn't find some kinda way to come out here and rub FPV's face in it, then you sir haven't been paying attention!
PATRICK MATHEWS: FPV put up one hell of a fight, and had it on more than occaison!
CJJ: Yeah but like he didn't, cause he did then he would have you know?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah but I'm telling you right now that man making his way out to these thunderous boos deserves every bit of this. There isn't a scrap of honor anywhere in that man!
CJJ: Perhaps, but he won...And well unfortunaltey this is what happens when they fuck around and let this asshole steal one!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I am getting sick with the notion this may be the most insufferable part of this entire episode of SMASH...
CJJ: Or the funniest?...What don't look at me like that I mean he is a clown, and come on he is a little funny!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Of course you find him amusing, I remember when I was 13!
CJJ: Yeah because then it was cool to be living at your moms, mac and cheese just tasted so much better back then am I right?
PATRICK MATHEWS: In no way shape, form or fashion, sir!
CJJ: SHHHHHH...TIME FOR A SERYOUS DISCUSSION!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You’re DUMB...So, so VERY DUMB!!! HELP ME GOD!!!
Je$TyR SeRyOU$ walks out on stage in a dapper tailormade black three piece Armani suit with a dark purple tie. His blue hair slicked all the way back and his black and white crude face paint smeared onto his face like it was done by someone blind, but his black smile stretches from jaw bone to jaw bone, and boy is there a fire in his eyes THIS EVENING. He walks out smoking a cigarette, he immediatley flicks it away and then bends down banging his head to his entrance music. He shoots up sending his hair flying backwards. He already has a mic in hand as he glares at the sea of faceless idiots we all know as wrestling fans. He holds his hands up calling for his music to be cut, and is immediatley obliged.
Jestyr allows the silence to sink in for a moment before the fans decide they aint havin it, and then you are actually able to hear how loud these boos are...But Je$TyR as you very well know is something of an ambitious human being...He thinks he can make them louder, so he opts to go with the SCiEnTiFiC METHOD...His arrogant smirk melts away to a look of intimate concern bordering on fear as he starts doing thart thing he does better than pretty much all of you!
Je$TyR SeRyOuS: OHHH OK GUYZ! Look I know we don't really get along, mostly on the strength of the facts that some how defying all the laws of the universe you people all gathered here together are actually dumber then you all are individually, and me well that's not the case with me! So I get it, if I were anyone of yall I would be furious too! But guys if you would kindly sit down and SHUT YOUR STUPID IRRELEVANT MOUTHS...Keep your two pennies so you can pay to get out of the parking garage and back to your wife sisters house before the sun comes back up and who you are and what you do matterz even less than it did the day before! Where the hell are we anyway?...My guess would be ARKANSAS, which would make you all related to Corey Black to one degree or another, which would explain your moronic, or more so borderline brain dead behavior! So please do us the honor he refuses and just shut the hell up! Cause I got some matterz that need sorting, and I can't do it with you MO-MO's flapping your
!!!!KNoB PoLiSHERZ!!!!
...WAIT CAN I SAY THAT ON THE TV?...LiL LaTe NoW I GuESS HA...I MEAN OOPZ!
But yeah how can a man concentrate on what he has to say while you JiMMY NoBoDIEZ are SITTING THERE SCREAMIN ALL KINDZ OF WORDS BUT NOT SAYIN SHIT!!!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Je$TyR SuX
Je$TyR SuX
Je$TyR SuX
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Jestyr rolls his eyes and then laughs, but before it can completley overtake him, he catches himself and does his best to return to his previous state of poise. By the time he accomplishes this the fans have gotten it all out of their system and have finally stopped their insufferable shower of stupidity. His look of concern returns as his eyes dart from one prt of the arena to the other as he continues...
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: GUYS! Look like I was tryin to say a second ago, I came out here to ask for help! And again LIKE I SAID, I know we don't be seein eye to eye on...Well anything, but that is how you know how desperate I am. I mean I have no problem admitting that the fact that I have to turn to all of you for help shows how desperate I am, and that is EXACTLY THE CASE HERE! Cause really I have no other options. THe FBI, Scotland Yard, The Yakuza, The PRETEND SPACE STAR FIGHTERS in the various wrestling promotions, JMONT's cardboard secret service agents he has strategically placed around his house...No news network, no social media outlet knows what I am about to ask you...And look before I ask this I just want to voice that this is coming from a really
!!!!!F'N GeNuINE!!!!
PLACE OF REAL LIFE CONCERN!!!
SO having said that...Ladies and gentlemen I have to ask you....HAVE ANY OF YOU, SEEN OR HEARD FROM YOUR NOW
!!!!HuMiLiATeD HeRO!!!!
THE MAN THAT'S ACTUALLY A CHUMP, WHOM YALL CALL FPV???
Cause see his mother won't stop blowing my phone up demanding that I return his DiGNiTy to him, but it's not hers and I gotta be real with yall ladies and gentz and everything else inbetween I'm just not comfortable giving it to her, cause what the hell is she gunna do with it?...There's no giving it back, and plus if anyone gets to finish flushing that shit down the toilet it's gunna be
!!!!!THIS F'N DuDE!!!!!
CaUSe I EaRNeD iT FaIR n F'N SQUARE!!!!~
So FRANKIE, whatever homeless shelter you are at, listen to me this is the most SeRyOuS ADVICE I COULD EVER GIVE YOU!!!
!!!!STAY THERE!!!!
...BITCH!!!
Cause if you think there is anything round here outside of the dose you got at LAST CHANCE, then you my friend haven't been paying attention, and if nothing else you should know better than that by now after phuckin with me asswipe! SO, yeah
!!!!SEE YA NeVeR!!!!
...LeT'S MoVe ONTO NeW ADVeNTuREZ WHAT YALL THINK??
...Ohh that's right NOBODY CARES! But speaking of shit no one cares about...HEY THUNDER PRO RASSLIN FANS...
!!!!!BOTH OF YOU!!!!!
Tweet WHaTeVeR TWATZ OVeR THeRe THaT FaNCiEZ THEMSELF "HaRDCORE"(and by "HARDCORE we mean the real kind not the SHOPPER'Z VaLUE CoREY BLACK KIND, KTHANX!) And Tell THEM I THINK THEY ARE FULL OF SHIT!!!
As a matter of fact I am not questioning it I am FLAT OUT DENYING that notion is anything slightly resembling a fact! I think there are at least eight to ten sleep overs going on right now with some 6th grade girls that are more hardcore than each and everyone of you! But if you have a sack and would like to try and prove me wrong then I hereby on behalf of this fine company that probably hates me more than yall do to come join me in the innagural
!!!!!BLOODBATH DiViSiON!!!!
CaUse WE...AND BY WE I MEAN I CAN SHOW YOU THAT WE ARE FIXING TO REDEFINE THE DEFINITION ENTIRELY!!!
ANd it would just be really great if one...or literally every single one of you wet rag GREASY TWATZ came over here and stood in line so I could pound it into your brains so that you may then go fourth and teach everyone else about why they can't call themselves HARDCORE and have anyone acknowledge it till you come here and I take the measure of you! But just so you know my personal plans are to take this damn belt and use it to PAINT PRO RASSLIN RED! I don't care where you are I will root you out and beat you like you stole something like you was FPV's bigger, meaner, badder older sister! Ohhh and before I forget, hey
!!!!!WGWF!!!!!
...YUP ALL OF YOU!!!!
Everything i just said to both of TPW's fans to tell those small bus children over that way goes double for all of you! Because really if any of you look at me and don't see the perfect pioneer for this division then you need your fuggin eyes checked, because one thing this division will be about or should be anyway is what I am proving right here right now in this very moment and that is that you don't gotta be
~$~ INViTED To THE PaRTY ~$~
...TO GO TO THE PHUCKING PARTY!!!
!!!!FoRTUNaTe ONEZ!!!!
I'M LooKiN AT YOU MANSLEY, AND NOT CAUSE I WANT TO EITHER CUNT!!!!
SO BRAWL...if any of you phucksocks want to step on up and join me in the innagural BLOODBATH DIVISION MATCH, I would be more than happy to use your stupid face as the foundation on which the meaning of the eventual championship shall be built! This is indeed an opportunity of a lifetime! I mean it's almost worth all the agony, pain, and suffering becasue it's not everyday you get the chance to
!!!!SoaK!!!!
!!!!Some!!!
!!!!!!UP!!!!!
CAUSE LOOK GUYZ YOU CAN'T MAKE AN OMLET WITHOUT BREAKIN SOME EGGS...SO YOU HUMPTY F'N DUMPTY DILDOZ GET READY CAUSE FROM HERE ON OUT
...AT LEAST HERE ON SMASH EVERYTIME YOU SEE ME...COUNT ON THEIR BEING A BLOODBATH!!! SEE YALL SOON LADIEZ!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: YUP...ASSHOLE JUST LIKE I SAID!!!
CJJ: Yeah but what he said about TPW...He shouldn't have said that! They might actually take him up on his offer!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah but it's TPW...so I doubt it! But I mean I honestly hope that do and they come over here and bust this jerk right in his face!
CJJ: He's gunna hear that Pat!
PATRICK MATHEWS: GOOD I HOPE HE DOES! HE IS LITERALLY THE WORST!
CJJ: OK that's better yeah he'll like that! ALways recover with a compliment Pat you are indeed a master!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You seriously don't wanna know how much time I spend questioning my decision to do this!
CJJ: Yeah you are right please keep every bit of that to yourself! If we wanted to cry we could just watch LIFETIME!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: A COMMERCIAL...THAT'S WHAT WE NEED A EFFING COMMERCIAL!!
CJJ: EFF'N...LoL you seriously just said that?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ohh my God we gotta step aside we will be right back!!!
We see Goth wandering backstage, searching for a particular locker room before stopping with a big smile upon his face.
Goth: This is it
The camera pans out as we see the name of Ragnarok written on the door as Goth enters.
Ragnarok: Can’t we knock these days??
Ragnarok turns around as he stares into the eyes of one time tag team partner Goth, the two remain silent for a few moments before Goth extends his hands in an apologetic fashion.
Goth: Apologies my friend, I preferred to keep me being here upon a low profile. We know how the tension between brands are since the Fortunate Ones started to anger everyone.
Ragnarok looks at Goth for a moment before finally nodding his head in understanding.
Ragnarok: What are you doing here Goth??
Goth: What I am doing here? I want to look everyone in this five against five match against Thunder Pro Wrestling in the eye, I want to see whether I can trust them to have my back against….
Goth clinches his fist as he starts to think about the individuals in that match.
Goth: Joe Montuori and his friends….
Ragnarok raises an eyebrow before chuckling as he gestures Goth to sit.
Goth: Thanks, I know we have at least a common bond without being best of buds. But I need to make sure that J Mont won’t go off about it for eternity, to think that he chose them over us….. and I also want to talk to you about something else.
Ragnarok: Clyde Newton??
Goth’s anger builts inside of him before nodding his head.
Goth: I don’t trust him, let me be even more clear. Everyone who is considered to be aligned with J Mont is a no go. Can I trust you to have our backs??
He looks towards Ragnarok
Ragnarok: Of course you can Goth. I’m not the guy from a year ago who betrays people. I’ve truly changed for the better and understand just how important not just this match is but how this match can reflect on me as a person. Luckily for me I’ve never liked J-Mont even when I was the bad guy. Sonya is a weasel and I’d still trust her over him and that says a lot. I’ll do my part and beyond that just tell me what you need and I got you. We’re a team and soon we show the world just how dangerous all of us can be when on the same page.
Goth smiles as he extends his hand towards Ragnarok, who shakes it as the shot slowly fades.
The house lights slowly begin to dim and the screen at the top of the ramp comes to life with scenes of anime as the melodic rhythm of a bass guitar begins to play a tune not unlike something a Latin band would play. As shakers and a keyboard begin to join in, a tall, slender balding man, Sebastian Blake, wearing a pink suit with white shirt underneath, black shoes and a pair of red lensed glasses, steps out from behind the curtain and waves slowly to the crowd.
An electric guitar has now begun to play and as the other instruments die out the electric guitar sustains a high chord for a very long time until…
A very fast drumroll kicks in and Black Tide “Warriors of Time” screams throughout the arena. As it does Sebastian Blake stops, smiles and points towards the curtain.
From behind the curtain steps Kenji Miyamoto dressed in black sneakers, black jeans and a white t-shirt. He walks to one side of the stage, bows, the other side, bows, then he walks towards Sebastian and they bow to each other before making their way down the aisle, to the ring…
Both Sebastian and Kenji slap hands with fans and fist bump them as they make their way to the ring. Kenji hops up onto the apron as Sebastian climbs the steel steps and wipes his feet on the apron, climbing through the ropes. Kenji also wipes his feet but springboards over the top rope as Sebastian asks for a microphone.
Sebastian Blake: Konbanwa ladies and gentlemen, my name is Sebastian Blake and this is Kenji Miyamoto. We are honoured to have been signed up by Mr. Barrows and the Smash brand, to take up the reins here in the WGWF!
The crowd goes nuts as Kenji smiles and waves at them.
Sebastian Blake: Now to give you a little background, Kenji San as I'm sure you're aware is most certainly not new to the sport of Wrestling. Oh no, The Cold-Hearted Angel as he is known, has been on the scene for a number of years now, always being the pillar of truth and respect and protecting those who've most needed it, wherever he found himself… And the WGWF, is no different!
The crowd once again goes absolutely nuts and Kenji whispers in Sebastian's ear, who nods as he speaks again.
Sebastian Blake: Wow, yes Kenji San tells me to thank you for the hospitality, thank you for welcoming him to Monday night Smash, to the WGWF, to America! But as I say coming here is no different to wherever else he laid his hat… I mean here you have the likes of Johnny Stylez, Corey Bull, Hanari Carnes and of course The Fortunate Ones especially the current WGWF X-Division Champion, Clyde Newton!
Sebastian Blake: These individuals are just some of those who, in this promotion, have sought out or will seek to cause havoc, to cause chaos! But you can rest assured that Kenji Miyamoto will not allow that to happen. Consider yourselves on notice because The Cold-Hearted Angel is here for the long haul. Sayōnara!
“Warriors of Time” strikes up again as Blake and Miyamoto both bow toward all four sides of the ring before exiting through the ropes and making their way to the back as the crowd chant Kenji’s name…
MEMPHIS BELLE The next match is scheduled for one fall. Now coming to the ring…
“Break It Down” by Lil Debbie plays the venue’s interior surround systems. The audience immediately boos the young athlete coming out from the backstage area smiling at the hatred she receives. Amber stands center stage with her hands on her hips, staring out to the audience before doing a slow twirl where a spotlight shines only on her, creating the illusion of a silhouette. Once she faces the audience again, she snaps her fingers, and the lights return to normal before strutting down to the ring like on a model’s runway.
MEMPHIS BELLE 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 apron facing the ring, then looks both ways at the fans at ringside booing her. She gently leans over the apron, shrugs her shoulders, and then kisses the camera. Amber holds onto the bottom rope with both hands before spinning herself into the ring, lying on the canvas in the center. The camera transitions to a sky-view with a single spotlight on her in the arena, and from the camera’s point of view, it looks like an artwork of Amber in a silhouette fashion. She gets back on her feet, snaps her finger to alert production to brighten the lights, and silences her music as she takes refuge in a corner, kicking her body up on the top rope to relax.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Mansley almost used trickery to win the X-Division Title at Last Chance, but despite it backfiring on her, you could say she was still instrumental in Clyde Newton becoming the first champion.
CJJ: Yes, she heavily supported Newton. Sometimes you just need someone’s positive reinforcement, and you’ll find a way to win.
PATRICK MATHEWS: … She threw a ladder at Xavier Lux.
CJJ: Well, there’s that, too.
MEMPHIS BELLE And her opponent…
"Yen" by Splipknot hits. The arena goes dark and a mist begins to engulf the landscape.
"You're the sin that I've been waitin' for
The hands around my throat
It's all I can think about
The smell of sweat and blood"
SYNN walks out onto the ramp, a deadpan expression as she stares at the ring, tilting her head side to side. She slowly walks to the ring like impending death, before sliding into the ring under the ropes and slithering to the middle.
This is the first time we see a smile, a twisted and demonic one. The demon pops up and goes to the corner and licks her lips at her opponent.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This could really be seen as our most extreme wrestler to date on Smash television.
CJJ: Oh, come on, don’t judge her by her entrance alone. Synn may be making her debut tonight, but she is an accomplished wrestler.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s very unbiased of you, CJJ.
CJJ: Now, that said, she’s obviously losing to Amber, because she’s not a Fortunate One.
PATRICK MATHEWS: And there it is…
The two wrestlers face off from their respective corners, with Mansley looking a little disgusted by the woman she's fighting tonight. Synn is still smiling.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well ladies and gentlemen as you have seen for yourselves tonight thus far we here on the SMASH brand of the WGWF, after our very first and also very successful first PAY-PER-VIEW we are right back here on our FLAGSHIP show proving why we are one of the most superior brands in all of pro wrestling!
CJJ: Yup especially when you consider the talent that comes…and sometimes goes, but mostly comes in almost on a weekly basis, because the match we got up next for yall is something anyone who knows their modern pro wrestling will tell you this one is one you most definitely wanna pay attention to!
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s correct sir former OCW Champion SyNN is set to make her SMASH debut here this evening against a member of the FoRTUNaTE ONE’s former WGWF Television Champion, Amber Mansley who as I’m sure we all know is more than ready to get things back on track cause while The FoRTUNaTe ONE’Z were able to accomplish their overall goal and leave LAST CHANCE with the newly minted SMASH X-Division Championship, unfortunately for MiSS MANSLEY managed to come up a bit short so a win right here against a top caliber opponent like the ones she’s got would be a huge step in that direction here tonight!
CJJ: But just because you aint never seen her on a WGWF program before doesn’t mean Synn is new, or green as the oldtimerz would tell ya! She’s been around the block a time or two and just as much as Amber Mansley needs a win here tonight I think Synn is in the exact same boat and there’s only one paddle between em!
PATRICK MATHEWS: STOP, REMEMBER CEEJ YOU AREN’T ALLOWED TO TALK ABOUT PADDLES ANYMORE, especially where female competitors are concerned!
CJJ: Nu-uh BRO that’s not a thing anymore…Big miss understanding, I told them I was sorry and that I forgot I said all of that out loud!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You told them all that? Like verbatim?
CJJ: Yeah and I’m pretty sure they probably heard me!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Forgive us folks, he’s special this one…Not unlike the match we are about to witness as once again we here on the SMASH brand bring you the best wrestlers in the best matches…Which I dunno I guess by proxy makes us THE BEST!
CJJ: Yup guess all there is to say now is that you can agree or not IT IS WHAT IT IS, which in turn means we should by every means DO WHAT IT DO…SO how about someone ring the damn bell and let’s get this party started?
:::::::DING:::::::::
As Amber Mansley enters the ring Synn is squatting in the corner on the opposite side of the ring with her arms resting on her knees. She doesn’t take her eyes off Mansley as a slow evil grin slowly creeps across her face that Mansley notices and appears utterly disgusted by it. Mansley decides that she isn’t going to tolerate any disrespect here tonight so she starts putting the bad mouth on not just Synn but every man, woman, and child in this jam packed arena, and well they didn’t exactly adhere to Ms. Mansley’s demand that they all “SHUT UP”...THey kinda did the exact opposite hitting her with some of these…
MANSLEY SUX
MANSLEY SUX
MANSLEY SUX
This sends Amber Mansley almost into a full blown Bruce Banner rage, as she storms towards Synn’s direction. Synn doesn’t bat an eyelash, she waits until Amber Mansley is a slight step away and Synn explodes out of the corner like a spring pouncing on tpo of Amber Mansley driving her down onto the canvas with a LOU THEZ PRESS. Mansley’s back smacks the canvas and Synn immediately shoots up and starts peppering Mansley with some stiff right hands. The ref immediately demands Synn cease the nonsense on account of the closed fists. Synn smirks at his “stern warnings to DQ her” as she then hops off Mansley and mockingly bows in her direction inviting her to rejoin her on a vertical base.
Amber Mansley sits up and she is pissed off something fierce as it is clearly written all over her face. She quickly pulls herself up to her feet and immediately charges at Synn who once again sends Mansley crashing back down onto the canvas with a hip toss. Mansley’s back smacks the canvas with a thud, but Mansley is able to quickly recover and gets back to her feet and once again charges at Synn who then once again sends Mansley crashing back down this time face first onto the canvas as Synn hits her with a quick drop toe hold. Synn then effortlessly floats over and locks Amber Mansley in a front chancery much to this crowd’s delight!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I gotta say I am quite impressed with Synn’s poise and finesse. Look at how she was able to take a few simple maneuvers and use this crowd to work herself to a clear advantage early on!
CJJ: Yeah, but the longer this seems to go the angrier Amber Mansley appears to get, and well I mean I’m not sure it’s wise to poke the proverbial bear, because Matthews you tell me one good thing that will come from Amber Mansley getting madder than a damn T-REX in a ROWBOAT?
PATRICK MATHEWS: You are right Amber Mansley is a resilient competitor and if she finds a way to shift the advantage back in her favor Synn’s cheeky antics trying to show up Mansley may come back and bite her on the tender part of her posterior!
CJJ: Yeah it’ll probably come back to bite her on the ass too!
PATRICK MATHEWS: …Yes CJ…That’s, nevermind!
Synn has Mansley locked still in the front chancery is throwing knees into the top of her head as SyNN attempts to carefully bring her and Mansley back up to their feet. Once Synn brings them back up Amber Mansley with a sudden burst of energy pushes forward catching Synn off guard and both of them crashing into the corner. Synn’s back smacks the padded steel with a thud that echoes throughout the arena as Mansley grabs the middle rope and then drives her shoulder into Synn’s mid-section once, twice, and then for a third and final time. But before Mansley backs away she quickly and firmly wraps her arms around Synn’s waist plants her legs and sends Synn flying over her head and slams her hard onto the canvas with an utterly beautiful NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX that Mansley bridges into a pin as the ref drops down to make the count
.1
..2
KICKOUT!!!
Mansley quickly gets back to her feet as Synn is trying to regroup. Synn is on all fours trying to pull herself up but Amber Mansley allows her no such passage as she slams her boot right into Synns rib cage sending her back down onto the mat. Mansley follows up with a vicious demeanor Mansley drops her knee onto Synns neck as Mansley then stands up drops her knee on her once more only this time she keeps her knee thrusted into Synn’s neck making it difficult to breathe especially after grabbing the ropes to apply more leverage. We see Synn jerking trying to break free while also continue breathing and the ref begins his five count…He makes it to about four before Mansley stands up and stomps Synn in her face sending her back down to the mat flat on her back as the fans once again are all over Amber Mansley.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well I hate to say this but you were right CJJ, I definitely think Synn is regretting trying to show up Mansley when this match began!
CJJ: Uhh Patrick I thought you said you knew who Synn was? She may be in pain right now, but not nearly enough to make a woman like that sorry for anything!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ohhh and you have insight into what a woman like Synn thinks and feels?
CJJ: Of course I do…I’m pretty sure we like have the same spirit animal or something…But it’s no big! I can teach you if you’d like!
PATRICK MATHEWS: NO thank you IGNORANCE truly is bliss sometimes!
Mansley doesn’t give Synn a moment to breathe as she quickly bends over and with two handfuls of Synn’s hair Amber Mansley yanks Synn back to her feet. Once standing Amber swings Synn as hard as she can taking two steps before launching Synn by her hair twirling towards the center of the ring. Synn’s face is the first thing to smack the canvas and it makes a loud thud that causes the fans to let out a gasp. Mansley continues to press her advantage as she stalks Synn, getting within a single step of her Amber once again lifts her left boot and slams it across Synn’s cheek, and before Synn’s body has the chance to slump over and hit the canvas Amber Mansley jerks Synn up by her neck. She quickly grabs Synn by her waist and plants her back first across her planted knee for a textbook backbreaker! Mansley with an impressive display of her raw strength wraps her arms around Synn’s midsection and stands up, plants her knee once more and drives Synn back first into her knee. Mansley presses down onto Synn’s throat as she fires an elbow into Synn’s now tender back area. Mansley then impressively once again pulls Synn up by her waist and then plants her back first with a Kevin Nash esq side slam that Mansley nonchalantly covers Synn the moment they both impact the canvas.
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PATRICK MATHEWS: The power of Amber Mansley is UNREAL!
CJJ: Man I was just thinking that…I feel compelled to ask though is it weird that I’m kinda turned on and kinda of utterly terrified at the same time?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yes absolutely…And CEEJ I gotta tell ya brother I truly believe the world would be a much better place if you never shared anything like that outloud again…EVER!
CJJ: Um Mr. Barrows we have a HATER OUT HERE..I REPEAT A HATER!!! HA I’ll show you PATRICK MATTHEWS!!
Mansley then sits up with a look of frustration returning to her face as she shows the ref how to improperly count to three. The ref rolls his eyes as Amber Mansley stops to yell at the fans whop are calling her all sorts of names their mother’s would be mortified to hear them say. Mansley waves them off as she returns to her attack. She bends over to pick up Synn again, but Synn is able to quickly take advantage rolling Amber Mansley into a small package as every ass leaves its seat and every voice in the arena counts along with the refs hand as it smacks the canvas
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NO NO NO MANSLEY KICKS OUT!!!
The crowd let’s out a HUGE GASP, as the ref clearly signals Mansley kicked out at the last moment, we see Synn holding up three fingers, but once she hears the ref call, she stands up, runs hopping over Mansley she then jumps into the corner on the bottom turnbuckle ropes then to the second and then the third at which point she springboards off the top rope turning in the air for what looks like a flawless BME, but instead of landing the moonsault she comes crashing down into Amber Mansley’s midsection with a DOUBLE STOMP! The fans come alive at the sight of the impressive high impact move and erupt immediatley into a ferocious
THAT WAS AWESOME
THAT WAS AWESOME
THAT WAS AWESOME
Synn shoots up and dives ontop of Mansley as the ref drops down and begins the count
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MANSLEY POWERS OUT AGAIN!!! Synn is practically beside herself as she pulls Amber up to her knees by her hair, she hammers Mansley with a few forearm shots before taking a step back and then slams the front of her boot directly into the back of Amber Mansley’s head with a standing enzeguri. Mansley falls forward as Synn conitnues the attack clubbing Mansley from behind with a few clubbing blows. Synn jerks Mansley up by her neck as she shoves Amber’s head inbetween her legs and attempts to hit a spike piledriver but Amber Mansley drops down to one knee immediatley frustrating Synn’s efforts. Synn tries more of the overhand clubbing blows but Mansley once again in an extraordinary display of strength stands up with Synn’s legs still wrapped around her head. Synn is completley upside down as we see Mansley’s eyes come alive as she places both of her hands on Synn’s calves and then with everything she’s got F’N DRILLLLLZZZZZZ SYNN INTO THE CANVAS with an ALABAMA SLAM!
The sound Synn’s back impacting the canvas makes echoes throughout the entire arena, as Mansley slumps over in the corner slightly trying to regain her composure. Mansley’s rage is clear as day as she stalks Synn from behind. She jerks her up from behind locks her into a full nelson once again plants her legs and sends Synn flying back towards the center of the ring with a half nelson German suplex. Synn’s back smacks the canvas as Amber Mansley stomps Synn every time she moves. Amber Mansley now standing in the center of the ring yanks Synn up to her feet thrusting her head between her legs. SHe raises her hands posing for the crowd as she then slightly leans forward lifting Synn up by her waist into the air. Mansley holds her in place for a moment before moving her hands to SYnn’s thighs. Mansley pushes forward launching Synn to where she is now crashing face foward down onto the canvas as Amber Mansley once again displays her raw power nailing a powerbomb into a FACEBUSTER! Synn’s face smacks the canvas once again as Amber Mansley has an evil smile creeping across her face as she motions to the crowd she is ready to put this one away.
PATRICK MATHEWS: And it looks like Amber Mansley is ready to put this one here in the rearview ladies and gentlemen!
CJJ: I mean all the credit in the world to Synn she put up one hell of a fight, but she was up against a very angry and very powerful woman in the Fortunate One’s Amber Mansley!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And Mansley is outside the ring now just waiting for Synn to climb to her feet so she can hit her with that springboard forearm smash FINISHER OF HERS!
CJJ: Synn is slowly getting to her feet, all she has to do is turn around and we can put a bow on this one here!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Nothing is over till its over CEEJ…NOTHING, ask Patrick Mahomes and whatever Taylor Swift’s boyfriend’s name again I forget!!!
Amber Mansley grabs the top rope and springboards looking to nail Synn with “IT’S GIVING FINISHER” but Synn leaps into the air grabs Mansley’s head and falls backwards driving Amber’s chin into her knees with a CODEBREAKER OUTTA NO WHERE!!! THe fans come alive as Synn kips up with lighting in her eyes. SHe then immediately walks over grabs Amber Mansley by her hair and yanks her to her feet. THey are standing in the center of the ring as she hooks Amber Mansley’s head and DRILLS HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH HER VERSION OF THE RAM-PAIGE she calls the
PATRICK MATHEWS: SYNN WITH THE BRAM STROKER RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!
CJJ: Yup…DID I CALL THIS SHIT OR WHAT?
PATRICK MATHEWS: NO YOU DID NOT, BUT WE DON’T HAVE TIME TO ARGUE SYNN’S GOT THE LEG HOOKED THIS IS GUNNA BE HUGE
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Match Time: 9:52
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Welcome to SMASH SYNN WHAT AN IMPRESSIVE VICTORY!!
CJJ: Yeah it wouldn’t shock me to see these two lock horns again in the near and clear, but as far as tonight goes this just shows that right here on SMASH you can find the absolute best wrestling in the world…I gotta say I love my F”N JOB!!!
We are in the dining room area of the arena surrounded by luxurious restaurant fronts and open cafes., where we see Nearby, we see John Cable talking to some of the Lock Down Security crew before they walk off to take care of some things before the next show, causing John to turn around and comes face to face with a familiar imposing figure face.
John Cable: Goth?? What are you doing here??
Cable tenses up, as he had expected to talk with Lexi Gold this morning, not anticipating the man with a history as deep as they had.that once terrorized his good friend as well as him. The two stare at each other, Goth notices Cable’s body tensing up as well as his hands clenching at his sides turning to fists.
Goth: Relax John, if I had bad intentions then I would have attacked you from behind, and you know it.
Cable’s eyes remain focused upon Goth from beneath his silver filigree mask, but he slowly loses the tension as the words somehow makemakes him wonder at his intentions what he’s doing here.
Goth: Look, I know we have some interestingmixed history between the two of us. I had planted some seeds of doubt between you and Lexi…
John Cable: You mean you failed to ruin our friendship and failed to gain her as your weird slave doll? Do you mean that?
Goth puts up his hands and smiles.
Goth: I tried to plant some seeds of doubt between you, but we also were tag team partners not that long agoat one point. But, I’ am not here to have a chit chat about things from so long ago that, I am here because I need you to be invested in for that match against Thunder Pro Wrestling. I need to know whether I can trust you as well as having our back in case….
John Cable: In case of what???
Goth sighs as he lowers his head
Goth: Look John, whether you like it or not. This match is about brand supremacy, but the main thing that sticks in my head is the mere fact that we got two leeches in both teams that I do not trust. Clyde Newton… Joe Montuori and….
John Cable: … and JMont… yeah… I know, Clyde Newton.
Cable’s expression changes, he starts to think about what Goth is saying and cannot help but realize he has a point.
Goth: Look John, we don’t have to like each other. But I know you’ are a man of your word, I need to know whether I can trust you have my back?? Because like Devlin and Ragnarok, I will have theirs.
Goth extends his hand towards Cable as Cable stares at it.
John Cable: Goth… we’ve worked together before… and you know I’m WGWF through and through. I got the brand… and I got your back, but don’t fuck me over… and lets make sure those TPW ladies learn the hard way why the WGWF is the best Brand on the Planet… shall we?
The two shake on it as Goth grins at Cable, the future violence bringing joy to his heart.
The Lights dim down, and the Titantron lights up with the words ....NO FEAR!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What is this all about?
CJJ: Obviously someone is not scared. DUH!!!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This was not on the schedule for tonight!
CJJ: Just like anything else in life, things change moron!
The fans are going crazy, mostly the kids because they love when they can see fireworks and pyros going off. The lasers are shooting off in multiple colors. This was a very costly entrance to say the least. And after about 2 minutes, you can see the smoke is slowly clearing up on the entranceway.
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NO FEAR by Tupac and Eminem hits the sound system. The song is blaring through the speakers. This is a song that has never been heard here in the WGWF!
CJJ: YES! Let’s see who Barrows has just signed!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Someone that either has a lot of money or was promised the world by Barrows!
CJJ: That is why Smash is the “A” Show. Barrows does what is necessary!
The spotlight aims right onto the center of the entranceway. The fans are in anticipation to see who the arrival to the Smash Brand is. The song is cranking and rocking. When all of a sudden, you see a life size King and Queen chess piece get pushed onto the entranceway.
The pieces are just sitting there as the fans are confused. CJJ and Patrick don't know what to say right now. But the spotlight is not moving on the 2 chess pieces. Then…………………
CJJ: YES! Oh my god!!!!! I should have known!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s time to take a bathroom break!
CJJ: J Mont and his lovely wife Mia have arrived!
Out from the back walks J Mont and Mia. J Mont stands next to the King chess pieces while Mia stands next to the Queen chess piece. Both then raise their arms high into the sky as the fans finally let their true colors known about this. The Boos are relentless. The kids are disappointed. You get some chants for GIA but other than that, these are 2 of the most hated people in the industry today. J Mont walks over to Mia and gives her a big kiss and an ass grab. So much for live TV rules when it comes to J Mont. He then throws the King Chess Piece over his shoulder and Mia does the same with the Queen chess piece. You can tell Mia has been training and they both begin their walk down the aisle. Half way down, J Mont spots a fan wearing a John Cable Hat. J Mont puts down the king chess piece and tells Mia to hold up. J Mont walks up to the kid and snatches the hat off of the kid's head. He then proceeds to rip the brim of the hat off and throws both pieces into the stands.
J MONT: Your boy had his LAST CHANCE and he blew it. He also put a lot of stress on the friendship of myself and Enigma. So you and John Cable can both go fuck yourselves. And you can find another John Cable hat on the clearance rack at Walmart.
Mia is laughing hard as J Mont picks up his King chess piece and they can continue on to the ring. As they approach the metal steps, J Mont puts down his piece and helps Mia lower her Queen's piece. J Mont lifts the Queen piece and slides it underneath the bottom rope. That is followed by the King chess piece. J Mont then helps Mia up the metal steps as she gets into the ring. J Mont is right behind her checking out that fine ass that is his wifes. With both of them now in the ring, they go to opposite turnbuckles and climb up to the middle rope. Hands high in the sky which is followed by double middle fingers.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is a side of Mia I have never seen before!
CJJ: She is pissed Patrick. Her best friend and Godmother to Gia crossed her.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is all J Mont’s fault and he has dragged his wife into this.
CJJ: You are looking at the real power couple of the WGWF and all of the wrestling industry.
They both hop off the turnbuckles and meet in the middle of the ring which is followed by another big and long kiss. After their lips unlock, J Mont gets both chess pieces and places them right in front of them. J Mont and Mia are now standing in front of the King and Queen Chess Pieces. The fans are really upset and letting Mia know how they feel about this new side of her. The J Mont chants are ones he is used to.
J MONT: ALL RISE……THE KING AND QUEEN ARE HERE!
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BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!! BOO!!!
J Mont is laughing but also Mia is laughing. She is loving this as well. These 2 are really meant for one another.
J MONT: Why don't you all try something new. You know that is the fuel that drives me. Why don't you try cheering for me and see what happens. But, no matter what you say or how you act, nothing will change. J Mont and The Fortunate Ones will always be on top and running things. But, I am out here right now to address other businesses at hand.
Mia grabs the mic from J Mont. And that’s a first. No one ever grabs a mic out of J Mont’s hand, but J Mont looks kinda turned out by the actions of Mia right here.
MIA: Excuse me King, but the Queen needs to get something off of her chest. I hope Candice and Chris enjoyed the gift I had sent to them on Monday Night Brawl. They didn't have extra small in stock so i had to settle for the small jockstrap for Chris. And maybe, just maybe when the Denzel Porter Invitational happens, Candice will take Chris’ raisin sized balls out of her purse and let him get his ass kicked AGAIN by my KING!
The fans are turning on Mia faster than Usain Bolt to the finish line at the Olympics. J Mont is laughing as he puts his arm around Mia. She hands her King the mic.
J MONT: What's the matter everyone? You all thought Mia was this sweet, nice, kind and quiet woman? Yes she is sweet, nice and kind, but Candice is the reason for Mia switching attitudes right now. She messed with our family, and now this is PERSONAL. You hurt the 2 most important women in my life in Mia and Gia. You are going to pay for this Candice. Best part is that I don't have to worry about you because Mia has a MKO waiting for you. But as far as your pussy ass husband goes. I am going to beat him AGAIN with a JKO, but this time I am going to make sure he doesn't get up and the so-called legendary career of Chris Page is put to an end. Everyone will remember and know that J MONT is the reason that Chris Page cannot wrestle ever again. Might as well step down as well Candice and let Jonathan Barrows run both shows because you suck at your job. I told you week after week to follow the guidelines of Barrows if you want success and ratings. But you didn't.
CJJ: The WGWF would be a better place without all the Pages, well maybe get Paul Back!
PATRICK MATHEWS: J Mont is a cancer here in the WGWF. He needs to go.
CJJ: The only way to cure the WGWF is to have J Mont end Page once and for all.
J Mont picks up the life sized King Chess Piece and holds it above his head like it's a championship.
J MONT: Page thinks he is the best chess player around. Page thinks he is the best trash talker around. Page thinks he is the best player when it comes to mind games around. The only thing Page is good at right now is kissing my ass and getting his ass handed to him match after match with me. You thought you had it all figured out Chris. You thought you had an ACE up your sleeve with Sonya Benson. But, you were 2 steps behind while myself and Sonya were 2 steps ahead. We had this planned out for months Chris. We just needed the right time to shock the world, the WGWF and you. You really thought begging Sonya to cross me and help you was going to happen? You must think that 1 plus 1 equals 3 then. You're a moron Chris. Now, The Fortunate Ones are stronger than ever with 2 of the greatest Heels to ever do in this industry.
FUCK YOU J MONT!
FUCK YOU SONYA!
FUCK YOU CLYDE!
FUCK YOU AMBER!
FUCK YOU MIA!
The fans are letting J Mont know what they really think here.
J MONT: All you ladies wish you could FUCK ME here but it will never happen. I got the best QUEEN here in the world.
Mia picks up her Queen life sized chess piece and holds it above her head.
J MONT: The King and Queen are here to stay. We are going into the Denzel Porter Invitational with one thing in mind. To rid the WGWF and the industry of Chris and Candice Page. The Fortunate Ones will stand tall in all avenues. We cannot be stopped no matter how many people try. The threats and words of whoever that Reno guy is means shit. Whatever Enigma thinks doesn't matter either. You have myself, who is going to be a 2 time World Champion soon. You have the fastest rising star and X Division Champion in Clyde Newton. My brother from another mother. You have Amber Mansley, who i promise you that you are going to see a different side of her real soon. Then, you have my bestie. The one who will get her revenge on everyone that did her wrong. The woman who is the most dangerous mind in the business along with mind. Sonya Benson!!!!
MIA: I really think I need to change the documents and cross off Candice Page and make Sonya Benson the other godmother along with Vhodka Black!
J MONT: That's not a bad idea. We need to look into that! And one more thing. I will see both of you bitches on Monday Night Brawl. Yes the 2 bitches are Chris and Candice Page!
J Mont drops the mic, and gives Mia another big ass kiss. Both then pick up their King and Queen life sized chess pieces and hold them high above their heads in the center of the ring.
CJJ: All hail the King and Queen of the WGWF!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I cannot believe J Mont would put his own wife in harm's way!
CJJ: I cannot wait to see Mia smack the taste out of Candice’s mouth. Team Mont for the WIN!
The Titantron lights up and you can hear a voice!
Voice: This following advertisement has been brought to you and paid for by THE FORTUNATE ONES!
The Titantron is showing something from a PWV show a few weeks ago. J Mont was the surprised masked man to team up with Amber Bane Ryan to take on Matt Knox and Cara Strader. Knox and J Mont glare at one another while neither man is backing down. The Crowd is in disbelief and the bell is about to ring. Rather than either of them going to the apron, J Mont………..
JKO ON AMBER BANE RYAN!
Voice: The Fortunate Ones just wanted to remind Mac Bane to keep their names out of his mouth, because we can strike anywhere and at any time. When you get a chance, ask your wife how that JKO tasted. Shout out to CHOLO, the NEXT World Champion on the Brawl Brand!
CJJ: HAHA! J Mont is a mastermind!
PATRICK MATHEWS: He is a deadman. Mac Bane will not take this lying down. And he owns J Mont!
CJJ: J Mont beat Mac fair and square. The 2 times J Mont lost to Mac, he needed help. Don't get me started on this.
The Titantron goes blank now as the fans are Booing at what they just saw. Looks as if J Mont is just having a little fun getting into the head of Mac Bane.
The Pittsburg crowd completely comes unglued as they begin singing along with the sweet sounds of Madonna
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hold on a minute! SING IT LOUD! SING IT PROUD! IT”SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GRADDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The crowd sings along before roaring upon seeing Edward strut ass out to the top of the ramp.
CJJ: I just don’t get how this guy can generate this kind of response.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Because he’s loveable, something you could learn a little bit about.
Edward dances down the ramp tagging hands on his way. He reaches ringside and climbs up on the apron before walking to one of the corners. Edward takes off the fannypack from around his waist as he climbs up on the second turnbuckle and hoists up the fannypack like the Rock would hoist up the World Heavyweight Championship garnering a louder roar from the crowd which surprises even Edward. We see Edward trip as he climbs over the top rope and tumbles to the mat. Edward gets to his feet and dusts himself.
CJJ: He can’t even get in the ring cleanly, what a joke.
Edward unzips his fannypack and retrieves a microphone and hoists it up in the air as the music fades away and leaves the solid ovation from the crowd. Grado lowers the microphone and begins to address the crowd.
EDWARD GRADO: Uhhhh, hi?
The crowd pops huge for Edward before breaking out into a massive chant of “GRADO! GRADO! GRADO! GRADO!” in unison directed toward the quirky superstar. Edward lowers the microphone while with his free hand waves it out at the crowd in a sarcastic “stop it” motion which only causes them to get louder.
EDWARD GRADO: I don’t know what to say about Last Chance other than I was cheated, I was robbed, and I am…
Suddenly the lovable tone disappears upon Edward saying.
EDWARD GRADO: PISSED!!
The crowd explodes as the fire in Edward’s eyes lights up.
EDWARD GRADO: Seth Stevens! If you think I’m going to sit back and let your actions slide then you’re about as mistaken as you claiming to pave the way for us. You were a glorified midcard talent back in the day and you’re a glorified midcard talent now because if you had to use ropes to beat me, what does that say about you?
Edward continues.
EDWARD GRADO: But….
“Shut up.”
Edward is cut off by the voice of Seth Stevens who appears on the Jumbo-Tron to loud boos from the crowd.
SETH STEVENS: Are you done complaining? I mean, did you or did you not get caught slipping at Last Chance? It sounds to me like you’re looking for an outlet to blame for doing something you happen to be fairly great at, losing.
The boos pivot into a YOU SUCK chant directed toward the Tron.
SETH STEVENS: But hey, I get it… I understand, you are just like so many others in our industry who rather than own your failures find any reason to discredit someone else’s victory like it changes the fact that you… got… BEAT.
Seth, sitting in a chair leans forward resting his elbows on his knees.
SETH STEVENS: So, the way I see it is like this… It sounds like you have a grievance, and instead of talking to all these idiots that can’t do anything about it why don’t you address me, a guy that can.
Edward, looking up at the Tron raises his microphone.
EDWARD GRADO: I want you!
The crowd roars as Edward points up toward the tron at Seth who is shown smirking upon hearing the words from Grado.
SETH STEVENS: Are you sure this is something you REALLY want to do?
EDWARD GRADO: YES!
The crowd roars loudly with Grado’s response as we see Seth nod his head in approval before stating.
SETH STEVENS: Alright, we’ll have it your way.
Seth snaps his fingers and the lights in the arena go dark for several seconds before coming back up to reveal Stevens in the ring behind Grado with a chair in hand. Edward spins around and Stevens immediately drives a jabbing shot to the midsection which doubles over Grado for Stevens to waffle him across the back! The crowd roars with boos with Seth’s actions as he tosses the chair to the mat while Grado is in agonizing pain.
Seth picks up Grado’s microphone.
SETH STEVENS: I’ll see you in two weeks, chump.
We cut away from ringside and join the announce table, where CJJ is looking excited.
CJJ: J Mont is a great leader!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What are you talking about now?
CJJ: My sources have told me they have spotted J Mont talking with Amber Mansley in the hallway.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Sounds like J Mont is just trying to get into the pants of every woman in The Fortunate Ones.
CJJ: He is a married man with the best wife. Plus, this is the reason The Fortunate Ones are such a well oiled unit. They communicate and talk, whether it's good and bad, and it looks like J Mont is getting on Amber a little.
The cameras are zoned in on Amber and J Mont. The fans watching the Titantron are hoping that there is an explosion here. Hoping that The Fortunate Ones implode. And from the look of J Mont, maybe that could be the case here.
J MONT: AMBER!!!!!! Snap the fuck out of it right now. Where is the Amber Mansley i helped scout and recruit with Sonya Benson? Where is the Amber Mansley that wanted to take everyone's BLOOD? WAKE THE FUCK UP AMBER!!!!! I got your back 100 percent and you are family, but snap the fuck out of it now! Do what I know you can do and WIN! Go out there and take everyone’s BLOOD! I am in your corner and believe in you!
Amber Mansley stood there under the brutal criticism of her mentor, Joe. However, what he said was making sense and this revolved around Amber’s recent low performances. It was nice to know she had actual support but she needed to be bloodthirsty again. Amber nodded and threw her purse to the wall while letting her breath get heavier from how fired up she was from his speech.
AMBER MANSLEY: You want to see me be bloodthirsty? WATCH ME!
From that moment, she immediately left Joe alone with the camera following right behind her in a march leading to one place away from the crowded area. Amber Mansley stopped by a door frame that was labeled, “JONATHAN BARROWS”, where she slammed her fist on the door repeatedly.
AMBER MANSLEY: LET ME IN! WE NEED TO TALK NOW!!!
She paced back and forth. Her rage and energy was off the charts until the door opened and Amber marched inside before slamming it shut behind her.
CJJ: J Mont for President! Look at the fire in Amber right now!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wish i was a fly on the wall to hear what Amber has to say to Barrows!
CJJ: She is Bloodthirsty from the sound of it.
MEMPHIS BELLE The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing 6’5” and weighing 240 lbs, from Jacksonville, Florida, here is GIDEON KING!!!
"There's Only One King" begins to play, and 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 put out an Open Challenge at Last Chance, but unfortunately it worked against him, as Ragnarok got the victory.
CJJ: See, when you leave it open, it can work against you. He should have said “I challenge Coding Rhodes!” or “I challenge Milk Mason!”
PATRICK MATHEWS: Or “I challenge CJJ!”
CJJ: No, that would get him nowhere. I run too fast.
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent… standing at 5’4” tall and weighing in at 125 lbs, making her return to WGWF, from Los Angeles California, here is… LEXI GOLD!
She walks down the ramp and claps some hands at ringside, then runs up the steps and enters the ring through the bottom rope. While in the ring, she taunts a little and then turns her focus to Gideon King.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Lexi Gold made her return on our last Smash, taking down John Blade, and now she looks to add another victory here tonight!
CJJ: You’d think beating Blade would be enough for any wrestler, and they’d just want to retire afterwards.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s certainly not the case with Lexi.
CJJ: I’m fine with that decision.
Lexi Gold wasted no time, charging forward with a fierce determination. Gideon King, however, was quick to react, sidestepping her attack and countering with a swift kick to the midsection. Lexi staggered back, but she refused to back down, launching herself at Gideon once again. The two locked up in the center of the ring, muscles straining as they vied for dominance.
Back and forth they went, trading blows with incredible speed and agility. Lexi unleashed a flurry of punches, driving Gideon back into the ropes. But Gideon refused to stay on the defensive for long, fighting his way out of the corner with a series of devastating kicks and strikes.
The momentum shifted constantly, neither wrestler able to gain a clear advantage. They grappled and tussled, each refusing to give an inch. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, caught up in the thrilling spectacle unfolding before them.
As the match wore on, fatigue began to set in, but neither Lexi nor Gideon showed any signs of slowing down. They pushed themselves to their limits, determined to emerge victorious no matter the cost.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Neither one of these two want to give an inch here.
CJJ: I am just trying to figure out why THIS is our co-main event?
Suddenly, Lexi managed to catch Gideon off guard, sweeping his legs out from under him with a well-timed dropkick. Gideon hit the mat hard, but he quickly rolled out of the way as Lexi attempted to follow up with an elbow drop. He sprang back to his feet, launching himself at Lexi with a flying clothesline that sent her crashing to the canvas.
With Lexi down, Gideon saw his opportunity to strike. He climbed to the top rope, the crowd cheering him on as he prepared to deliver his signature move, Checkmate, but Lexi slid out and shoved him away just in time.
Refusing to be cornered, Lexi ducked under Gideon's swinging arm and countered with a lightning-fast dropkick that sent Gideon staggering backwards. Seizing the opportunity, Lexi charged forward, aiming to clothesline Gideon over the top rope. But Gideon was ready, and he deftly sidestepped, sending Lexi crashing to the mat.
With Lexi down, Gideon wasted no time, unleashing a barrage of stomps and kicks on his prone opponent. But Lexi was resilient, rolling out of harm's way and quickly scrambling back to her feet. The two wrestlers circled each other warily, each waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Both wrestlers looking for their chance to take control of this one…
CJJ: Control is overrated. Just let the flow of the match go whichever way it wants… and have a set of brass knuckles ready.
It was Lexi who made the first move, lunging forward with a lightning-quick spear that caught Gideon off guard and sent him crashing to the mat. Lexi then rolls away, getting to the other side of the ropes, as Gideon tries to recover. He pushes to his feet, turning around, and Lexi leaps in at him with a springboard cutter. With Gideon down, Lexi pounced, locking in a tight headlock and wrenching back with all her strength. Gideon grimaced in pain, his face turning red as he struggled to break free from Lexi's iron grip.
CJJ: This bitch got a grip on her.....I can't even imagine her grabbing onto a....
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hey....hey.....cable TV bub....
CJJ: What?! I was gonna say a Capri Sun.
Summoning every ounce of his strength, Gideon managed to power his way to his feet, lifting Lexi off the mat and slamming her down with a devastating suplex. The impact reverberated through the ring, but Lexi refused to stay down, rolling away from Gideon's follow-up attack and springing back to her feet.
The two wrestlers continued to trade blows, each refusing to give an inch as they battled for supremacy in the ring. Lexi unleashed a flurry of strikes, driving Gideon back towards the ropes, but Gideon fought back with a series of powerful kicks that left Lexi reeling.
With both wrestlers exhausted and battered, the match could have gone either way. But it was Gideon who found an opening, ducking under a wild haymaker from Lexi and countering with a lightning-fast kick to the midsection. Lexi doubled over in pain, gasping for breath as Gideon seized the opportunity to deliver his finishing move, the Checkmate.
Uppercut from Gideon staggers Gold......
CJJ: HERE IT COMES! So much for being a legend, eh lex?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Gideon may put those claims to sleep right herrreeeeee!
With a roar of determination, Gideon hoisted Lexi onto his shoulders, hooking her head under his arm. But before he can complete the Checkmate maneuver, Lexi manages to twist out of it, grabbing hold of Gideon’s head on the way down and getting a modified DDT! With Gideon on his knees, trying to recover, Lexi quickly goes off the ropes and comes back, Striking Gold!! Gideon’s down and Lexi falls onto him for the pin.
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THREE!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: LEXI GOLD
Match Time: 7:46
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PATRICK MATHEWS: King nearly had her, but Gold turned it around at the very last moment! Still doubt she’s a legend, CJJ?
CJJ: … Yes. But she still got the win, so good for her.
Lexi gets her hand raised, proudly standing there, as Gideon pulls himself towards the corner, trying to figure out what happened.
"Hola, mi nombre es Hanari Carnes.
Some of you may know me, some of you may be seeing me for the first time. Either way, chico's and chica's, chu all will be seeing a lot more of me."
He smiles his charming smile. It appears that he is coming live from his estate in the Dominican Republic.
"But for those who watch dis program, and haven't been fortunate enough to make themselves familiar with Hanari Carnes, let me be de first to tell you all just who the hell I am. Soy una superestrella, una puta leyenda.
I am the man who won de XWF Campeonato de Televisión in mi second ever match. I was de man who won de Título X-treme, who won de Tag Team Titles, Títulos de Parejas, myself, holmes. I carry and defended those belts on mi own. I was ek hombre that took down APEX. March Madness finals, War Games team winner, I have done it all, chivatos."
He takes another sip of Don Julio 1945, setting the glass down on the marble table next to him.
"I am, without a shadow of a doubt, the best technical wrestler on de planet and de most dangerous man in professional wrestling. I like to hurt people, and get paid for it."
He pours another shot of Don Julio, and picks up the cigar that was sitting in the glass ashtray to his right. He brings it to his lips.
"I went home to take of mi familia, to help mi madre who was in ailing health and mi hermano get back on his feet after prison. I came home to be de man I promise them I would be before I left for Estados Unidos. I came back home to de life I left behind."
*Puff, blow*
He walks out of the room and out to the pool deck, where there are multiple beautiful women in bikinis enjoying the pool.
"But then I get a phone call. Jonathan Barrows. Apparently, de WGWF has a new show and needs bodies, needs talent, needs........a challenger. Ya. Chu see I have a good life here in República Dominicana, I have everything I could ever want."
*Puff, blow*
He puts his finger under the chin of a beautiful Dominican girl who is typing on her phone. Annoyed at first, she sees it is Hanari and smiles. He bends down and pecks her on the lips, and she proceeds to lick them after.
*Puff, blow*
"The money, the weather, the women, I have it in spades. Mi vida es genial. What I don't have, is the thrill of the kill. It's been a while since I've broken an arm, since I've put someone on the shelf for sport. It has been a long time since I've heard the crowd boo me as I crush their hero, and put their enthusiasm on ice."
He puffs, and sets down the cigar in another ash tray, this time while sitting at a mobile bar.
"Margarita, mamacita. Use Don Julio."
He slides her a fifty dollar bill.
"Keep it."
He turns back to the camera.
"Señor Barrows made me an offer I couldn't turn down. He gave me something that XWF tried so hard to keep away from me. He said I could set my sights on the World Title. He said I can earn my chance to show de world I am the best, and how could I say no to that?"
She sets his margarita down in front of him, leaning over the bar. Her cleavage is on full display.
"Or that. Maldita niña, esas tetas son bonitas! Chu see.....I am going to come to Smash, and I am going to hurt people. I am going to break arms on my way to the top until I have that sci fi movie wanna be standing across from me, and den.....I will break his arm too, I will make him tap out."
Takes a sip.
"And I will be your SMASH campeón."
His housekeeper comes out and tells them that two people have just arrived at the front door. Mr. Chris and Mr. Gabe.
"Let them in. Show them to the pool area. Thanks, Seniora."
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cable makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and John slides in under the ropes with a mic in hand and gets to his feet, leaning on the top rope as the fans go nuts. The pinspots glare off of the creepy leather mask and finally, the music dies down and the fans start to hush as John paces the center of the ring.
JOHN CABLE: You know… before I even start here tonight… can we have a round of applause for our SMASH Champion, Enigma?
The fans go wild as John mentions the Monster Machine after their war at Last Chance.
FANS: E-NIG-MA! E-NIG-MA!
John applauds too, looking around the arena at the cheering fans.
JOHN CABLE: the Beast and the Monster Machine had one hell of a war, didn’t we? THAT’s what Legacies are built on… and I think Smash would have been proud of us both. We gave everything we had in that match, and while I may have lost… I’m proud to have shared the ring with Sev and I couldn’t be happier to have been able to give that kind of a match to y’all.
The fans cheer at the compassionate words of the Beast, and after a moment hey settle back down.
JOHN CABLE: It’s been a while since I had to give that much of myself in the ring, and Enigma proved beyond a shadow of a doubt at Last Chance why he’s the SMASH Champ. Whoever draws the short straw now, and has to run that gauntlet has one hell of a journey on their hands, and I wish them luck… they’re gonna need it.
JOHN CABLE: Now… There was a lot going on in the match, and there were a few things I missed while I was in there… but rest assured… I have watched the footage back and there’s a couple of things I want to address tonight. First and foremost… Enigma… you earned more than just a win a couple of weeks ago. You earned my respect. It would’ve been really easy to let the numbers game decide the fate of the SMASH Title… but you and I both know how Smash would have wanted that Belt defended… and you sir… you did the right thing. You did the right thing… the right thing at a time in our industry when doing the right thing can cost you everything… but you did it anyway. You lived up to the code of honor of a true warrior… and for that… you have earned my utmost respect.
The fans cheer again at the wholesome display by Cable here.
JOHN CABLE: BUT… there was another man in the ring during that match… a spineless… gutless… cowardly cuck of a bastard… and to you JMONT… I say NO… FUCK YOU.
The fans lose their minds at the turn of events here, and the arena is in pandemonium.
JOHN CABLE: For months you’ve had so damn much to say that it’s taken both WGWF shows, the TPW, AND the DPI for you to get enough of the spotlight to satiate your craven hunger to be important… and still… the only thing you can drum up is ‘Go Away Heat’ and a fan reddit that has spawned some of the best pissy pants JMont memes the internet has ever seen.
The fans pop at the money of the pants.
JOHN CABLE: Matter of fact… in the last three months I think the only place the fans haven’t seen you poking your prick face is into a ring that I was in… that is… until Last Chance. See… you have relentlessly talked shit about me for months… but you haven’t so much as poked your head out of the curtain when I’m in this ring, have you?
The fans cheer as John calls out JMont.
JOHN CABLE: No… not until you came down that ramp at Last Chance and undermined everything the SMASH Title stands for… and who it honors. To be honest… you disgust me JMont, and I’m not the only person on the roster you've pissed off in the last few months. Hell… you seem to think it’s your job to annoy the ever loving piss out of everyone around you, and it’s caused quite a stir here as of late.
Just then…
The camera meticulously captures the spectacle unfolding on the stage, where strategically positioned mirrors cast enchanting reflections, not only amplifying Lexi Gold's intensity but also weaving illusions capable of disorienting her adversaries. Suddenly, the titan-tron comes to life, resonating with the haunting notes of Rosie Roulette's "Desdemona." Emerging from behind the curtain is the enigmatic Lexi Gold, her presence commanding attention.
As the ethereal music envelops the arena, Lexi gracefully descends the ramp, pausing at the strategically placed mirrors. With an alluring gaze fixed upon her own reflection in a particular mirror, she momentarily loses herself in the hypnotic allure. Her eyes, a manifestation of determination, then shift toward the awaiting battleground.
Approaching the ring, Lexi Gold ascends the steps with purpose, her silhouette framed by the mesmerizing play of light and reflection. John lifts the bottom rope for her as she makes her way into the ring, mic in hand and the fans cheer for the friends making a joint appearance in the ring.
JOHN CABLE: Well… ladies and gentlemen… needing no introduction… LEXI GOLD! To what do we owe the honor?
Lexi gives John a hug and together they stand side by side. Before she could speak into the mic, the fans continued to cheer on The Golden Goddess and chant her name. Her eyes gaze around the arena, feeding off the energy of the crowd before she raises the mic to her lips and sighs as her music cuts off.
LEXI GOLD: Thank you, guys for always making me feel so welcome and loved. I really appreciate that. That is not why I’m out here tonight, though. For a while, I’ve remained silent and kept to myself regarding matters that involve JMont. As someone who believes in giving second chances, I thought maybe he’s not as bad as people say. Perhaps he’s just misunderstood. Yet, observing his actions over time has led me to believe that he’s not going to change. In fact, nowadays he is resembling the devil himself.
She looks at John and shakes her head before she continues to speak.
LEXI GOLD: Having said that, no longer will I bottle my thoughts. What John has spoken about already is the truth and I trust his word more than a lot of people these days. If Jmont is listening backstage I’d like to give him a word of advice. Focus on being your own savior, not mine.
JOHN CABLE: Like I said already… Your actions are pissing everyone around here off, JMont. You’ve already alienated your family and your friends… and soon enough… the mounting tide of Superstars with a desire to drag your bloody carcass around an arena is going to catch up with you. Devlin’s Army is growing by the week… with Damage chasing Clyde Newton, Amber Mansley strangling her own career, Enigma dropping you Unfortunate Ones on your face, and the Page’s with another opportunity to remove you from the history books… it looks like you have your hands a little full… so let me add to your load a little bit you baby backed bitch. You’re a disrespectful sack of shit and … and as far as I’m concerned… Devlin’s army can count on the Breeders…
LEXI GOLD: and the Golden Goddess…
JOHN CABLE: in the upcoming war to eradicate the WGWF of scum like you and your filth. There aren’t enough Sonya Benson’s on the roster to save you from all of us, JMont… and your days in the WGWF are numbered.
She smirks and laughs into the mic.
LEXI GOLD: I’ve been in many battles throughout my career, probably started most of them myself. This one feels like it could be my biggest one yet, I’m ready to sacrifice my own blood in this battle for the sake of putting some fucking respect back into this damn company!
She drops the mic, feeling the intensity through her words as she paces the ring.
John, seeing the fire in her eyes, just raises his hands up to the crowd, setting them off in a frenzy of cheers as they soak in the adoration of the fans and revel in the announcement of battle lines drawn between the shambles of the Unfortunate Ones and the mounting numbers of Devlin’s Army.
CJJ: I am getting word that the camera’s have picked up something very interesting in the back.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You and your sources!
CJJ: Well, when it has to do with J Mont, I will always know what is going on!
The Titantron lights up for the fans to see what is going on backstage as the cameras pick up J Mont and Sonya Benson talking in the back. They are laughing. They are smiling. Looks like a good time until they both spot the camera.
J MONT: Look at you nosey mutha fuckers over there. We got nothing to hide, but it seems everyone is so interested in what The Fortunate Ones are up too.
SONYA BENSON: Look at that fat cameraman over there. He can't even bend down to zip up his fly. All he sees when he looks down is Belly.
J MONT: Great movie by the way too!
J Mont and Sonya make their way towards the camera. As they approach, they make sure the camera is solely, 100 percent on them.
J MONT: Before we were rudely interrupted Sonya, like I was saying. It’s great to finally have you back with me where you belong. Back with The Fortunate Ones, your home away from home. I know the main reason you are back and I wanted to show you how grateful I am that you came back to help me. But I also want to let you know I am here to help you with all of your goals as well.
SONYA BENSON: You knew the plan all along. Sorry it took so long, but we needed to wait for the right time to shove it up Page’s and WGWF asses. It was perfect timing if you asked me. No one saw it coming and now it’s time for me to get my REVENGE on everyone that did me wrong or laughed at my expense.
J Mont puts his arm around his bestie with a smile as he continues what he was trying to say to her.
J MONT: So, I know you want the Blood. You want the Heads. You want the Lives of everyone that has crossed you and done you wrong. So, I could not think of a better gift to get you.
SONYA BENSON: You didn't need to get me anything bestie.
J MONT: You deserve this and I am going to help you fill this place up with all the people that did you wrong.
J Mont reaches inside his suit jacket and pulls out an envelope. He hands the envelope over to Sonya Benson who has no idea what is inside. She rips the corner of the envelope as she opens it up. She pulls out a letter that is addressed to her and as she reads it, a sinister smile, one like J Mont appears on her face.
SONYA BENSON: You have to be fuckin kidding me?
J MONT: Nope, it’s all yours. All paid for. It’s in your name.
Sonya gives J Mont a big hug as the besties are reunited and on the same page which means trouble for anyone in the WGWF and wrestling industry.
SONYA BENSON: My hometown is New Jersey, so this is the best news I have heard in a long time.
J MONT: You can do whatever you want to this former church and graveyard. You can tear it down and make it just a graveyard for all the poor souls you are going to take. You can leave the church up and have ceremonies for every life you take, then bury them in the backyard. You can rename it Benson’s Church and Burial. Whatever you wanna do, you can and I got your back.
For the first time in a long time, Sonya seems speechless as she keeps looking at the letter that is notarized and all that J Mont gave her.
SONYA BENSON: 198 Locktown Flemington Road in Jersey is not far from where I have some family and grew up. This is the best gift I could have ever asked for.
J MONT: Let’s start to fill up the graveyard for you. I already got Chris and Candice Page for you. Maybe we can use a few acres and bury Fat Man Rotten too.
Sonya gives J Mont a big hug as they walk away from the cameras. What you saw here was the tight unity and reformation of J Mont and Sonya with The Fortunate Ones.
CJJ: J Mont is a great friend to have. Always thinking about the people close to him.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Candice was close to him and Mia, and look what he did there!
CJJ: Candice only cares about Candice. Chris brainwashed her and she changed!
We are at the arena when suddenly
CJJ: That’s…. Goth!!! But he is from Monday Night Brawl!!! Get security!!!
Patrick Matthews: He must have a reason to be here, let’s wait and find out!!!
Goth enters the ring and requests for a microphone as he is being welcomed with a mixed reaction from the Monday Night Smash fans.
Goth: No worries people, I am not here to make a fool out of myself like one J Mont usually does.
This causes the fans to react with a big Ohhhh chant as Goth smirks.
Goth: But he is partially why I am here, at least I am here to see where everyone’s allegiance is when it comes down to WGWF vs. Thunder Pro Wrestling. And I have already been backstage with John Cable and Ragnarok, they all told me that they will have my back as I will theirs. And seeing that I already got Devlin’s promise, makes me want to look in the eye of the final man in this match… One Clyde Newton.
The crowd react to Goth with a mixed reaction as Goth nods his head.
Goth: Oh yeah, I understand your concerns. Even though we all may have different concerns concerning the mere thought that we believe that WGWF is the far superior brand
The crowd erupts in a WGWF chant as Goth nods his head.
Goth: But I cannot help to notice that there’s one uncertainty, an uncertainty whether Clyde’s allegiance is with WGWF…. Or whether he is more concerned about his buddy J Mont. A man that chose to be upon the opposite brand.
Crowd: BOOO!!!!!
Goth: Oh I know… I know, although I have to admit that volunteering for this spot was so that I could get my hands on him once more. But then the thought of having two backstabbers upon either side of this 10 men tag is something that I do not need. And that’s why I demand you to come out Clyde!!! I need to know whether you will have my back?? Because if I sense anything BUT an allegiance to WGWF, then I will make sure that WGWF will find a suitable replacement. So get your ass out of here!!!
Goth anticipates the arrival of Clyde Newton, but nobody is coming out. Causing Goth to lift the microphone to his mouth.
Goth:I will give you ten seconds to come out Clyde, to show your true colours and be a team player… And not some Fortunate Ones cowardly b####!!!
This causes the crowd to react in shock as Goth is waiting for Clyde Newton, realizing that after ten seconds he still isn’t going to show up.
Goth: I guess that’s what you get if you share a locker room with J Mont, but don’t worry people. Me and the others will sort this out one way or another…. WGWF isn’t going to lose this match, I will make sure of that.
With that Goth’s music hits as he exits the ring.
Ragnarok appears backstage moments before his main event match against John Cable. He looks into the camera and spoke.
Don't think for a second this is a distraction for me. I know my match against John Cable is going to be a hard fought battle. The man certainly has my respect. However, I simply wanted to get a message against to a certain group that feels they run things around here. They are always holding up the show thinking we as a company want to hear what they have to say. I know the fans certainly don't give a damn what you have to say.
He takes a moment adjusting his gloves as he starts walking toward the ring.
So The Fortunate Ones you need an attitude adjustment. You need to be reminded that RAGNAROK was here from the beginning. I'm the only one who is a fearless son of a bitch and you will never get to me. I've looked the devil in the eyes herself named Sonya Benson and lived to talk about it. I even betrayed her and took what mattered the most so how are any of you worse then that bitch? In fact, I would take it one step further and say that your "leader" J-Mont is avoiding me and who can blame him. I'm sure he will deny this because he is a coward but it's funny you have fought nearly the entire roster of Smash and Brawl but never me. What are you afraid of J-Bitch? You worried that Ragnarok is going to punch you in the mouth and show you what a real ass beating is like?
Laughing he stopped short of the curtain.
The stars of aligning for a battle with you J-Mont. If it helps I'll go through each member of The Unfortunate One if you so desire but it will end with your ass knocked out in the middle of the ring. You know where to find me because first it was Brawl then you followed me to Smash and now your trying to poison this company with your lies and stupidity. I used to be you and it was a dark time for me so prepare to see the light whenever you grow a pair of balls and respond to me like a man who claims to be the best but wont battle the best in a war of supremacy.
His music hits and he went to the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our main event of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing 6’4” and weighing 276 lbs, from Baltimore, MD, 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 was triumphant at Last Chance, and tonight he looks to make an even bigger impact by taking down the former #1 contender.
CJJ: You’d have to think that a win here would put Ragnarok on a trajectory to take on Enigma… although I don’t know why anyone would want that.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What do you mean? A victory over Enigma would be a career-making event!
CJJ: It’s the “victory” part that’s the issue…
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent… standing 6’5” and weighing 256 lbs, from Jacksonville, FL, here is JOHNATHAN “THE BEAST” CABLE!!
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cables makes his way down the ramp towards the rings as the fans cheer wildly. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes and walks over to his corner.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable put up one of the greatest fights I’ve seen at Last Chance, but he couldn’t solve the puzzle that is Enigma.
CJJ: Great or not, we all know what the record books are going to say.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yes. That CJJ can be a tool.
CJJ: That’s ri - HEY!!
The bell sounds, starting this one off. Cable and Ragnarok walk up to each other, each giving the other a nod, as they’ve both wanted this contest for a while now. The two powerful wrestlers lock up, testing their strength, with neither budging at first. But Cable slowly starts pushing moving Ragnarok backwards towards the corner. When they’re almost there, though, Ragnarok suddenly spins them around, managing to get Cable into the corner instead with his leverage. The ref calls for the break, with Ragnarok taking a step back, before reaching out and patting on Cable’s mask, as if mocking it. Cable doesn’t seem to react at first, then he nods again, stepping back out of the corner to try it again.
The two men lock up once more, and again, Cable is starting to move Ragnarok backwards, only for Ragnarok to reverse it once more, shoving Cable into the corner. He smirks, but Cable’s already coming back out, grabbing hold of Ragnarok and twisting him into the corner instead. Cable then starts peppering Ragnarok with lefts and rights, punching away, as the referee tries to call for the break. Cable’s not hearing it, though, as he grabs Ragnarok by the arm and whips him towards the other corner, no, Ragnarok reverses it. Cable hits the turnbuckle instead, but comes running right back out, catching Ragnarok with a bulldog lariat! Ragnarok rolls to the side to recover, as Cable pops to his feet.
PATRICK MATHEWS: A lot of people thought Cable should take some time off after his battles with Enigma, but from what I see, he’s still running at full power!
CJJ: I don’t know, Patrick. The key will be in what happens the longer the match goes. If Cable starts shutting down, we’ll know he made a major mistake tonight.
It’s not evident so far, as Cable has Ragnarok up and locked in. He drops with a Russian leg sweep, slamming Ragnarok into the mat. Stunned, Ragnarok rolls to his left, out of the ring, landing outside on his feet. He shakes his head clear, as Cable comes over to the ropes, reaching over them. But Ragnarok grabs Cable’s legs and yanks them out from under him, dropping Cable onto his back, before dragging Cable outside the ring. Cable tries to recover quickly, but Ragnarok is too quick, driving him backfirst into the edge of the ringpost!! Cable slumps to the side, hurting, as Ragnarok takes a second to take a breather.
As Cable starts to get up, Ragnarok is right back on him, driving Cable’s head into the hard edge of the ring multiple times, stunning him. Ragnarok then grabs Cable by the head and drags him up onto the apron, getting up with him and positioning them. As the crowd looks on in amazement, Ragnarok lifts Cable up into the air, getting the altitude before stepping off the apron, landing a apron chokeslam on the wrestler!!! Cable groans and falls to the floor, as Ragnarok stumbles back, almost losing his own balance. He turns and gets back into the ring to stop the count, before rolling back out.
CJJ: We’re going to need a chiropractor on standby for Mr. Cable.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That was a fierce maneuver from Ragnarok early here, showing that he is deadset on getting this victory.
CJJ: All that matters is the victory. If Ragnarok ends Cable’s career, then too bad, but that’s part of the business.
Ragnarok steps over to the hurting Cable, dragging him upwards. Cable fights back, though, with a couple of forearm shots, knocking Ragnarok backwards. But Ragnarok comes right back with spinning elbow head strike, sending Cable stumbling back against the apron. Ragnarok then grabs him, rolling Cable underneath the ropes, before following inside himself. He locks onto Cable and twists him around with a spinning suplex, planning Cable in the center of the ring! As the crowd cheers the move, Ragnarok makes the cover, hanging onto the leg…
1!!
2!!
Th-and Cable shoves himself out of the pin, avoiding the three count. Ragnarok, not concerned, pulls Cable up via the back of his mask, He shoots Cable hard into the corner, stunning him, and then runs after him, planning on a leaping splash. Cable, though, yanks himself out of the way, using the ropes to keep himself up. Ragnarok is able to stop in time, avoiding a nasty collision with the turnbuckle. He turns around, seeing Cable, and comes at him again, leaping into a roundhouse kick… that Cable avoids, allowing him to get behind Ragnarok and quickly lock him into a cobra clutch sleeper submission!! Ragnarok is immediately struggling, as the ref checks to see if he wants to tap out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Out of nowhere, Cable’s trying to put Ragnarok out!
CJJ: You see? He’s already grasping at straws, trying to end this match when he can!
PATRICK MATHEWS: … Or he’s doing what he normally does, pulling out moves from his repertoire in order to win…
CJJ: A likely story.
Unfortunately for Cable, the two men had ended up near the ropes with the hold was applied. Ragnarok doesn’t have far to go, and he knows it, quickly yanking both men over a few more inches before Ragnarok grabs at the rope, hanging on for a few seconds. The ref says that Cable has to break, but Cable decides on a unique view of that command, as he suddenly takes Ragnarok over with a cobra clutch suplex, only releasing after impact!! The referee shakes his head, saying that wasn’t what he meant, but Cable just shrugs and gets up. He walks over to the stunned Ragnarok, locking him up before he can escape and getting a double underhook facebuster! Cable then rolls him over and makes the cover, hanging on…
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2!!
Thr-but Ragnarok kicks out, keeping this one going. Cable gets up, considering things, before moving around and grabbing hold of Ragnarok’s legs. He starts to twist himself through them, wanting to apply a clover leaf leg lock submission! But as Cable’s working the legs around, Ragnarok suddenly reaches up, grabbing hold of Cable’s head and dragging him down into a pinning predicament! The referee dives into position…
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2!!
THRE-NO!! Cable just manages to kick himself free!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable nearly cost himself the match there, as he formed the leg lock that nearly kept him pinned!
CJJ: This is why you have to be careful in everything you do, so it doesn’t get turned against you.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You mean like making disparaging comments about wrestlers other than the Fortunate Ones?
CJJ: Hey, I know who’s most likely to attack me based on an insult…
Both wrestlers get to their feet, with Cable trying to regain the advantage by grabbing Ragnarok’s arm. But Ragnarok gets a knee up into Cable’s guts, bending him over. Ragnarok then lifts Cable into the air, beginning to spin him around and around, giving him The Reckoning!!! At the end, Cable goes flying to the mat, slamming hard onto his back, as Ragnarok has to take a few steps to steady himself. He then comes forward, dropping an elbow onto Cable before then making another cover, hanging onto his legs as the referee moves into position…
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2!!
THR-but Cable kicks out again! Ragnarok looks at the referee, thinking that should have been it, but the referee still flashes two fingers at him, so Ragnarok gets up instead. He’s looking like he wants to finish this one off, as he’s pulling Cable up off the mat and angling him towards the center of the ring. Ragnarok then locks him into place, preparing for the Bone Crusher!! He goes to lift… and Cable blocks it, stopping his upward momentum! He then lifts up instead, tossing Ragnarok over his shoulder and sending him crashing to the mat! Ragnarok rolls in pain, before working his way back up. But Cable manages to get there before him, locking up Ragnarok and taking him over with an elevated cradle neckbreaker, holding on afterwards for the pin…
1!!
2!!
THRE-NO!! Ragnarok kicks out in time!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re seeing major effort from both of these competitors tonight! What a main event!
CJJ: Yeah, and Cable can’t keep Ragnarok down! I think it’s going to happen! The losing streak for Cable starts now!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wouldn’t it technically have started at Last…
CJJ: We’re not dealing in technicalities!!!
Cable struggles to his feet, breathing heavily. He makes his way over to Ragnarok, hauling the wrestler up, and then signals that it’s time for The Darkest Hour!! He starts to lift Ragnarok up onto his shoulders… and Ragnarok starts punching away from above, landing several hits and managing to break loose of the torture rack before it can be fully locked in! He drops back to his feet, with Cable turning towards him, only for Ragnarok to lift the man up with pure strength and slam him down onto his back, leaving Cable stunned. Ragnarok then painfully pulls himself through the ropes, positioning himself, and then comes leaping in with an over the ropes frog splash onto Cable!! He hangs on for the pin…
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2!!
THRE-No, Cable shoves a shoulder up at the last second! Ragnarok, disappointed, pulls Cable up again, putting him once again in position for the Bone Crusher. He fights to get Cable up, as he’s still battling against the hold. But Ragnarok still manages to lift him into the air… only for Cable to drop off his shoulders and land behind him! As Ragnarok spins around, Cable kicks him in the gut, and then quickly locks in The Waking Nightmare (Pedigree), and drops, slamming Ragnarok’s head into the canvas!!! The crowd cheers as a fatigued Cable manages to get Ragnarok around for a pin, holding onto the legs for good measure…
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2!!
THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JOHN CABLE
Match Time: 10:17
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PATRICK MATHEWS: Cable gets a huge reversal there at the end, and it proves to be the deciding factor!
CJJ: Well, damn…
PATRICK MATHEWS: Flip a coin, and that outcome could have easily gone the other way, with Ragnarok hanging on to end it. But Cable comes out victorious, moving forward to whatever waits him in the future!
CJJ: Well, it’s not Enigma, we know that for sure!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s been a hell of a night, so we’ll see you all next time! Have a great night!
The referee lifts up Cable’s arm, with the crowd cheering on the veteran. He looks back at Ragnarok, who is already recovering, and seems to signal that it was a tough contest. He then turns and leaves the ring, ready to walk on to what’s next. We fade out.
Thanks to the following match-writers:
Jenny Myst
Chris Page
Johnny Stylez
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
John Cable
Hanari Carnes
Enigma
The Fortunate Ones
Lexi Gold
Goth
Edward Grado
Kenji Miyamoto
Ragnarok
Seth Stevens
Johnny Stylez
Synn
And Possibly More Lol
Jenny Myst
Chris Page
Johnny Stylez
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
John Cable
Hanari Carnes
Enigma
The Fortunate Ones
Lexi Gold
Goth
Edward Grado
Kenji Miyamoto
Ragnarok
Seth Stevens
Johnny Stylez
Synn
And Possibly More Lol