Post by Jonathan Barrows on Mar 4, 2024 21:32:58 GMT -5
As WGWF Brawl airs, the New Orleans PD's investigation into the kidnapping of Amby, an under 1-year-old, takes center stage. The tension in the arena is palpable as fans watch the drama unfold on the screens above the ring. Meanwhile, backstage, chaos ensues as members of the WGWF staff are questioned by authorities.Detectives move swiftly through the bustling corridors of the arena, their expressions grave as they seek any leads that might shed light on Amby's disappearance. They approach various members of the WGWF staff, questioning them about any unusual occurrences or suspicious individuals they may have noticed. Among those questioned is Chris Page, a prominent figure within the wrestling organization. The detectives procure his cell number from the staff and place a call, hoping to glean any information that might aid in their investigation. As the phone rings, tension mounts, both backstage and in the arena. Chris Page's phone buzzes in his pocket, interrupting his conversation with another wrestler. He glances at the caller ID, recognizing the number as belonging to the New Orleans PD. With a sense of unease, he answers the call, bracing himself for the questions that are sure to follow.
"Hello?" Chris says, his voice tight with apprehension.
"Mr. Page, this is Detective Johnson with the New Orleans PD," comes the voice on the other end of the line. "We're investigating the kidnapping of Amby, and we'd like to ask you a few questions."
Chris's heart sinks as he listens to the detective's words. He knows that the situation is serious, and he is determined to do whatever he can to help bring Amby home safely.
"Of course, Detective," Chris replies, his voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within him. "I'll do whatever I can to assist with your investigation."
Over the next few minutes, Chris answers the detective's questions to the best of his ability, providing any information that might prove useful in locating Amby. He recounts his movements leading up to the kidnapping, as well as any interactions he may have had with suspicious individuals. Meanwhile, backstage, tension mounts as the rest of the WGWF staff await news of the investigation's progress. Rumors swirl as whispers of Amby's disappearance spread throughout the arena, casting a shadow over what was supposed to be a night of entertainment and excitement.
CENTURION: Welcome To Monday Night Brawl!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Smash has nothing on the Brawl Brand!
After that comment, the Titantron Lights up and shows the name….
THE FORTUNATE ONES!
This ad has been brought to you by The Fortunate Ones.
VOICE: A reminder to Monday Night Brawl that they will never have the talent like Smash has, but that is largely due to the fact that The Fortunate Ones are on Smash.
J MONT= SOON TO BE SMASH CHAMPION!
CLYDE NEWTON= X DIVISION CHAMPION AND RECORDS COMING!
AMBER MANSLEY= SOON TO BE BLOODBATH CHAMPION!
SONYA BENSON= SOON TO GET HER LAST WIN NEEDED!
VOICE: Like they have been saying all along. There is no group or people that can stop the best faction in the business today. Monday Night Brawl, you are welcome for this paid advertisement and hope the money helps pay the salaries for these worthless talents you have.
This Titantron goes to black!
CENTURION: Someone needs to get with the Advertising Team and stop these right now!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Hard to turn down money and I am sure The Fortunate Ones are paying a pretty penny for these.
The bell sounds as we are underway with our opening contest. Ruby and Blakely walk out from their corners and circle each other before locking up in the middle of the ring. Ruby backs Blakely up against the ropes where the referee calls for the clean break. Ruby holds Blakely against the ropes as the referee begins his five count. Ruby breaks and backs away cleanly at the three count.
CENTURION: Ruby Darling with a clean break.
DERRICK DIAMOND: With this being Blakely’s return to the company I wonder what she is going to bring to the table to counteract the sheer size advantage of Darling.
Brooke comes off the ropes and they circle each other and look to lock up but this time Blakely drops down and takes a back waistlock. Ruby throws a reverse elbow connecting to the side of Brooke’s head breaking the hold. Ruby spins around and catches Blakely with a Belly to Belly Suplex! Cover by Darling.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Blakely escapes with a kick out.
CENTURION: Ruby is looking end things early.
Darling gets back to her feet picking Blakely up off the mat and hurling her into a neutral corner. Darling charges in after Blakely who throws up a boot to the face rocking Darling out toward the middle of the ring for Blakely to connect with a Superkick that drops Darling to one knee for Blakely to lock a front face lock and plant Darling into the mat with a DDT!
Blakely makes a cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Darling kicks out.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Darling with a kick out!
CENTURION: Can Blakely keep up the pressure on Ruby?
Blakely gets to her knees and begins hammering away with right hands to the forehead of Darling. The referee lays the count to Blakely who gets to get feet at the four count while being admonished for her actions. Blakely picks Ruby up off the mat and sets her up for a Suplex. Blakely looks for the Suplex but Ruby blocks. Blakely attempts the suplex again and again it’s blocked by Darling and countered with a Suplex to a huge pop from the crowd.
Darling gets back to her feet followed by Blakely who walks into a Spinbuster Slam! Ruby makes the cover with a hook of the leg.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Blakely escapes with a kick out!
CENTURION: Just a two count!
DERRICK DIAMOND: You gotta think this has to be a must-win for both Darling and Blakely.
Darling steps back up to her feet, and she picks Blakely up but it’s Blakely who counters the pick-up attempt with a jawbreaker! Blakely drives Darling back into a neutral corner with a shoulder block into the buckles. Brooke drives a series of shoulder blocks into the midsection before hoisting Ruby up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Blakely looks to step up on the middle ropes but she’s met with a vicious headbutt from Darling that sends Blakely back out to the middle of the ring.
Darling stands on the middle rope where he leaps off with a Shotgun Dropkick on the money!
Ruby makes her way back to her feet where she immediately picks Blakely up off the mat and takes her up into the air on her shoulders! The crowd roars loudly as Ruby drives Blakley down into the mat with an Electric Chair Face Buster!
CENTURION: SEEING STARS BY DARLING!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Ruby makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: RUBY DARLING
Match Time: 5:23
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Daling has her arm raised in victory with a huge smile on her face as we fade.
We shift to the parking lot where we find an enormous monster truck pulling into the lot, bearing the name of someone most hated in the wrestling world.
Those watching this on the tron go crazy with hateful jeers. The camera gets up closer and we find Sonya is surprisingly the one driving the beast of a truck. Norris and Smith climb out of it and survey the VIP parking spots already taken by Candice Page’s luxury vehicle and a few other suits-and-ties who stay off camera mostly. They check to see if anybody is in the vehicles, before giving Benson the thumbs up.
Benson revs the engine and then drives onto the cars, crushing them underneath her truck and leaving it there as if she’s parked the truck in a perfectly legal way. She climbs down with help from Norris and Smith and she’s immediately confronted by some staff and security.
HEAD OF SECURITY: Stop right there! You, nor any of the Fortunate Ones are allowed in here, and you also just committed vehicle crimes and will reported to the proper authority immediately.
SONYA BENSON: Oh, puh-lease. The cars are insured and if not I’ll replace them with better ones. As for me not being allowed here, well, hmmmm… Norris?
Her manager pulls out some paperwork and smugly hands it to him. The Head of security is seen looking it over as we cut to commercials.
As the high-energy spectacle of WGWF Brawl airs on television screens across the nation, the backdrop of a somber investigation into the kidnapping of Amby, a child under the age of one, casts a shadow over the usual excitement of the wrestling event. The New Orleans PD's investigation takes center stage, with detectives tirelessly working to unravel the mystery behind Amby's disappearance. Backstage at the WGWF arena, the atmosphere is tense as detectives move through the corridors, questioning various members of the wrestling organization in their search for clues. Among those they encounter is Mac Bane, the reigning WGWF World Champion, known for his imposing presence and formidable skills in the ring. Detectives approach Mac Bane, their expressions serious as they seek any information that might aid in their investigation. With his championship belt slung over his shoulder, Mac Bane towers over the detectives, his demeanor stoic as they address him.
"Mr. Bane, I'm Detective Martinez, and this is Detective Johnson," one of the detectives begins, his tone businesslike. "We're with the New Orleans PD, and we're investigating the kidnapping of Amby."
Mac Bane's brow furrows slightly at the mention of the kidnapping, his expression betraying a hint of concern beneath his typically impassive facade. He shakes his head in response to the detectives' question, his voice steady as he speaks.
"I haven't seen or heard anything out of the ordinary tonight," Mac Bane replies, his deep voice resonating in the dimly lit corridor. "I've been focused on being champion and haven't been paying much attention to anything else."
"So you haven't seen this little girl anywhere?"
"Can't say that I have"
The detectives nod, their gaze lingering on Mac Bane for a moment longer before they move on, continuing their investigation elsewhere.
The Titantron lights up while the arena goes to pitch black. A spotlight hits the entrance way.
CENTURION: Please tell me this is not who i think it is!
DERRICK DIAMOND: It can’t be. Security is in full effect tonight.
CENTURION: You really think security is going to stop J Mont from showing up? That man, when he has his mind set to something, he is going to do it.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Maybe he thinks he has another match here tonight or maybe he is out here to answer the challenge that Devlin Knight threw out to him for Wrestle Wars.
The colorful lasers are shooting all over the arena. The young fans are giving a big reaction as they love what they are seeing. Then, out of nowhere.
A Loud explosion on the entrance way is heard as smoke fills it up. The Titantron lights up and shows….
3 BEST FRIENDS!
Another loud explosion is heard as the young fans are not liking this part. But what happens next is where the old school generation parents are going to love.
“GANGSTER’S PARADISE” BY COOLIO hits the PA System.
CENTURION: Well, maybe we have a new arrival tonight. Anything can happen on Monday Night Brawl.
DERRICK DIAMOND: We always love to see new talent hit the ring.
As the smoke clears and the music blares over the PA System, the fans are up on their feet because they want to know who is coming out. It’s like Christmas time when you are opening a gift and wonder what is under the wrapping. And…………..
CENTURION: You have got to be kidding me!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Looks like J Mont doesn't have to be here to cause ruckus.
Out walks, John Gable with Lexi Fold and Fred Knight. Gable is leading the way since he is the smallest of the 3. Meanwhile, Lexi looks as if she had 14 lines of cocaine and a bottle of Don Julio. Meanwhile, Fred looks like hell and a man that wants to kill himself. The fans are booing these 3 because they somehow connected to The Fortunate Ones but the advertisements on Smash last week stated they are Monday Night Brawl Roster members. As the 3 Best Friends walk down the ramp, Gable stops in his tracks and notices a young fan also wearing a John Gable Mask. He steps to the young kid.
JOHN GABLE: Hey punk kid. There is only one John Gable in this world and you are looking at him. Get my mask off before I have to take it off myself.
The young kid doesn't know what to do as he looks up at his parents. The Father says something to Gable but it's hard to hear over the music. John Gable finally had enough and reaches over and grabs the back of the mask and quickly pulls it over the kids head and face.
JOHN GABLE: I told you there is only one GABLE! Now sit down and worry about school tomorrow morning. Unlike you, I have a job to do. And old man, your wife is right there. Stop checking out my Lexi.
The wife notices her husband was checking out Lexi and smacks him in the face, and right in front of their child.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I wonder who got slapped harder. You or that husband? HAHA!
CENTURION: I would love to see J Mont try that again on me.
Gable, with the mask of the young kid and Lexi with Fred, make their way down the ramp. As they approach the ring, Gable walks up the steps cause he was having a hard time getting into the ring. Lexi tries to go under the top rope, but falls to the ground. Fred attempts to help her up, but she waves him off. Fred slides under the bottom rope while Lexi walks up the steps, but is staggering like she is about to fall again. Finally, all 3 new Brawl Roster Members are in the ring. They join hands together and hold them high in the air, well except Gable because he is too short to raise as high as Lexi and Fred. Gable stands near the ropes and is handed a mic.
JOHN GABLE: The 3 Best Friends have arrived here in WGWF with one goal in mind. We are going to be the Number 1 Faction and it doesn't matter if it’s Smash or Brawl. I mean, look at us. We are a tight knit team with great unity.
Fred is looking around like a lost puppy while Lexi falls backwards into the turnbuckle.
JOHN GABLE: OK, maybe we aren’t in the best of shape right now, but we will be when they decide to give us our first match. Don’t let appearances fool you. I might be short and chunky, but “The Least” John Gable is not one to mess with. And while I have you guys out here, I want to promote my foundation.
THE NEW SEED FOUNDATION. It helps the less fortunate people like John Blade, Devlin Knight, Johnny Stylez, Chris Page and others that cannot make a baby with their significant other. We have Semen stored for months, just for them. All proceeds will go to the 3 of us since they don't pay us enough here in the WGWF!
The fans do not find this funny at all. Seems as if they were put up to this act, and there is only one group in this industry who would do something like this. But John Gable keeps going.
JOHN GABLE: I want to give a special shout out to my dead wife who threw herself on the subway tracks. Without your sacrifice, I wouldn't have found my Lexi here!
Gable walks over to the turnbuckles that are holding up Lexi Fold, and he looks up at her. He gestures to her to come down to his level. Lexi comes down to one knee and is now eye to eye with John Gable. They lock lips as Gable has one of his legs go backwards as you can tell he is enjoying the kiss. When their lips unlock, Lexi attempts to stand back up but falls on her ass.
JOHN GABLE: I love you Lexi and please don't ever change on me.
Fred walks over and grabs the mic out of the hands of John Gable.
FRED KNIGHT: While you 2 are in love, where is my special lady? I am so sick and tired of being alone. Always have to prove to everyone that I am a GOOD GUY and not an ASSHOLE. I am Fred Fuckin Knight. Everyone in the United Kingdom knows me very well and soon enough, everyone in the WGWF is going to get used to this face. I am going to make sure I talk to every single one of you roster members so you can see that I am a good guy. And then, we can be friends and work as a team and try to win something, not like the ORIGINAL 5 that WGWF selected for Uncivil War!
FUCK TPW Chants are heard through out the arena. Fred has got this crowd riled up while Lexi is standing next to John Gable like they are the couple of the year in 2024. Lexi starts to stagger towards Fred and then gets into the face of Fred.
FRED KNIGHT: I would never kiss you Lexi. Especially in front of my best friend John Gable. Who do you think I am…… John Blade?
Lexi grabs the mic from Fred, as Fred takes a few steps back. John Gable walks over to Fred and looks up at him like he is 7 feet tall. Fred is looking down at Gable. It’s like Alonzo Mourning and Mugsy Bougues here. Meanwhile, Lexi has the mic.
LEXI FOLD: Listen up. Fat man in the Front Row that looks like Flash Rotten. Save me a beer.
John Gable walks up to Lexi, and puts both his hands on his hips looking like Carlton Banks. He looks up at her after that comment.
LEXI FOLD: Relax hun. Did you want to buy me a beer and spend more money? You have to replace that 1997 Ford Windstar that The Fortunate Ones ran over.
John Gable puts his head down and walks back to the corner.
LEXI FOLD: Like I was saying. I am your FOLDING CHAIR GODDESS! I can do it all, better than any lady in this arena tonight. If you do not agree with me, you can step up and get dealt with. It will be POETIC JUSTICE when i knock you out. I will BUST YOUR EGO! It will be all about the STRIKING FOLD! The FINAL ACT will be getting the FOLDILOCK on whoever has the balls to get in the ring with me. And any lady that wants to try to take JOHN GABLE from me, you can try, but you will get nailed with the FOLDIPLEX! Don't be a FOLDDIGGER. Gable is all mine and I cannot wait till he gets me that Chrysler Pacifica.
John Gable walks over before Lexi has a complete meltdown. He taps her Knee Cap as she looks down. They join hands and walk back over to the turnbuckle. Fred walks towards them to get the mic back.
FRED KNIGHT: If anyone in the back has a problem with us being here, then come out and get your asses handed to you. More like KNIGHT KNIGHT! I will hop into my KNIGHT RIDER and run you bitches over. I have nothing to lose. I was adopted and worked at Blockbuster then it shut down. Then I worked at KMart and it got shut down. And then I thought I hit the jackpot as Store Manager of Toys R Us, but then that shut down. From that point on, I've been living off stimulus checks, the government and whatever side hustles I can make. Only Fans isn’t working for me either.
John Gable grabs the mic out of Fred’s hand.
JOHN GABLE: ENOUGH!!!!!!! Get your head out of your ass Fred and cut the shit. You are depressing me with your sad stories and all your boring past history. And Lexi, you need to learn how to carry yourself in public, especially here in the WGWF. If we are going to cause some waves and take over, we need to be a well oiled machine and not all over the map. So, let’s get in the middle of the ring together.
The 3 of them get into the middle of the ring. Gable raises his fist as high as he can in the center of them. Fred follows suit as his fist comes down, followed by Lexi’s.
JOHN GABLE: And we're the three best friends that anybody could have
We're the three best friends that anyone could have
We're the three best friends that anyone could have
And we'll never, never, ever, ever, ever leave each other
The 3 of them are smiling and look to be back on track as a unit here.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I……I…….I………
CENTURION: I am in the same boat right now Derrick. I don't know what to say after seeing that or even what to think.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell has rang as we are witnessing a showdown of different proportions as one half of the tag team champions Terry Marshall is standing opposed to 4’5 Pogo the Clown. Pogo lifts his head upwards, gazing at the man who is clearly two feet bigger than him. Pogo starts to tumble backwards as he bumps into the ropes, clearly dizzy from looking up so high as this causes Stitches to tag himself in. Pogo looks at his tag team partner and asks him what is going on, only to have Terry Marshall not wasting any time and clotheslines the distracted bigger clown over the top rope to the outside.
Centurion: I think this wasn’t the distraction that Stitches referred to from Pogo earlier this week.
We see Marshall step through the ropes, about to jump off the apron but gets his ankle locked tightly by the smaller Pogo. This distraction gives Stitches enough time to get back upon his feet as he executes a dropkick to the ankle of Marshall as that causes him to loose his balance and falls down to the canvas as Pogo had let go at the right moment. The two clowns give each other a high five.
Derrick Diamond: I guess this was the secret plan that they had in mind Cent!!!
We see Stitches turn his attention to Terry Marshall, who is holding on to his ankle as the clown starts to kick him in the leg several times before backing off as The Space Lord comes charging around the ring and gets in the face of the 5’11 clown who backs off quickly as he rolls back into the ring. Space Lord turns his attention towards Marshall, helping him to his feet as he guides him back into the ring where Stitches immediately delivers a shot block to the painful leg before dragging him to his corner where he tags in his smaller friend Pogo. Pogo climbs the top turnbuckle as he jumps off the turnbuckle with a Double Axhandle.
Centurion: Did he just miss his target???
Derrick Diamond: Well I guess he just came up short.
We see the replay of the move, where Pogos small arms came up short of hitting upon the painful leg of Terry Marshall. Stitches rubs his smaller friend across the head, telling him to keep it going as he is doing great. Pogo gives him the thumbs up as he climbs on top of Marshall and starts to deliver speedy punches against the face of the bigger man, whose eyes suddenly widens with intensity on his face. The look on his face causes Pogo to back off in fear as it seems that Terry Marshall’s anger causes him not to feel pain. Marshall gets up to his feet, grabs Pogo by the throat and lifts him up in the air. There Pogo uses the fake flower upon his outfit to spray water in the face of Marshall. But this only angers the bigger man even more as he delivers a big time slam as he drives the smaller clown into the canvas with authority before going for the cover.
1!!!
2!!!
Thr…
The pinfall is broken up by Stitches, who has grabbed the bad leg of Marshall and drags him off of his tag team partner. Marshall slowly gets to his feet and corners Stitches, who tells him that he isn’t the legal man in the match and that he cannot touch him.
Centurion: You should have thought of that before getting in the ring clown!!!
Marshall is too far from listening to Stitches pleading, setting him up to toss him over the top rope. Only to drop down to his knees as we see Pogo drive his big head in the back of his knee. Stitches quickly gets to the outside of the ring, extends his hand to tag himself back in as Pogo tags him. Stitches climbs the top turnbuckle as we see Pogo struggling.
Derrick Diamond: Are we going to see it??
Centurion: See what?? What is this clown doing???
Pogo tries to lift Marshall in the air, but fails to do so as he just places his knee underneath the arm of Marshall that he is holding as Stitches drops off the turnbuckles for an elbow drop
Derrick Diamond: The Clown Elbow!!!
Centurion: Is that a move???
We see both Pogo and Stitches celebrate before Pogo realizes that he has to get out of the ring before the count of five and barely manages to do so. Stitches goes for the cover as the referee starts to use th three count.
1!!!
2!!
Marshall bench presses the clown off of him, sending him to the canvas several feet away from the co holder of the tag team champions. Who slowly gets to his feet and sets his sights to tag in his tag team partner Space Lord, who is gearing up to destroy two clowns. Terry notices Stitches standing between them, extending his arm to the clown and starts to wave his finger that he better should not do it. But Stitches refuses to step aside as this gives Marshall the opportunity to punch Stitches in the head, sending him into his own corner where Space Lord immediately grabs hold of Stitches arms as this prevents him from running away as we see Marshall look around the arena as he asks whether he should run into the clown as the fans go wild.
Centurion: We going to have a Clown Pancake!!!!
Marshall charges in on Stitches, drives a clothesline into the throat area of the clown who drops down to the canvas as Marshall finally is able to tag in Space Lord. Space Lord grabs Stitches by the outfit, pulls him up over his shoulder and sets him up for a running Powerslam as he drops him hard on the canvas and goes for the cover.
Derrick Diamond: Here we go!!
Centurion: NO!! Pogo got the official distracted!!!
Indeed, on the outside we see Pogo distracting the official with some magic tricks as the official is amazed at the talent of the smaller clown. This causes KC and Pax to walk out to the ring and tell the official that he needs to turn around before running after Pogo to the delight of the fans.
Centurion: I think that Clowns R Us got more than they bargained for!!!
We see Pogo run like crazy, tripping his tiny legs over the television cables that are on the floor on the outside. Causing Pax and KC to giggle at him before taking pictures for them to post on their Social Media accounts as we see the official inside the ring start to count to three.
1!!
2!!!
Thr…
But somehow we got Stitches who manages to do something that relates to a kick out, Space Lord looks at the official before shrugging his shoulders as he starts to say that he is going to do another Running Power Slam as the Cassette Collective are cheering the tag team champions on.
Derrick Diamond: I guess the chances of the Cassette Collective and the clowns ever becoming friends are gone huh??
Space Lord grabs Stitches and lifts him up over his shoulder, setting him up for another Running Powerslam. Only this time Stitches manages to rake his eyes in the process, causing Space Lord to let go off him. Stitches looks around for Pogo to tag him in, only to see Pogo crawl on his hands and knees away from the Cassette Collective before climbing the steel steps on the other side of the ring.
Centurion: Good Lord, I just hate clowns.
Stitches tries to run to the other side of the ring, only to get his ankle grabbed by the Space Lord as that causes him to trip and fall on his face. The crowd are laughing out loud as we see Stitches leaning on his rather big red nose what keeps his body from touching the floor. Space Lord. Who drags him back towards his corner as he tags back in Terry Marshall. Space Lord climbs the top turnbuckle as we see Terry Marshall lift Stitches up on his shoulders for their trade mark finishing move.
Derrick Diamond: S.E.X. O Matic!!!
The Cassette Collective start to cheer along with the crowd, wanting to see the clowns eat the dreaded Doomsday Device from the champions. When suddenly we see Pogo run up to Terry Marshall and drives his head back into the back of the knee from the bad leg. This causes him to trip, just at the moment Space Lord jumps off and only hits air as Stitches has fallen on top of Terry Marshall.
Centurion: No way!!! This can’t be happening!!!
We see Pogo hold on to the bad leg of Terry Marshall on the outside as he had slipped out of the ring as the official starts to use the three count on the champs..
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
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WINNERS AND NEW WGWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: CLOWNS R’ US
Match Time: 11:34
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The look on the faces of the crowd and especially the Cassette Collective and the former champs are of pure shock as we see the clowns celebrate their victory over the tag team champions. Pogo has ran off and grabbed the tag titles, stumbles over his feet before getting in the ring as he and Stitches hold the titles in front of the faces of the Cassette Collective, who cannot believe what has happened.
Derrick Diamond: They Did it!!!
Centurion: I need a drink.
Promises have been broken.
Consequences will be severe.
But that’s not what’s important right now, what is important is that Bobby Ray Willis is looking absolutely amazing right now. His hair is back to its full blonde curled puffed out glory, there are no longer bags underneath his eyes, he looks refreshed and wild-eyed. Also, not that you had to ask but Bobby Ray is one hundred percent buck naked. The naughty bits are still blurred out because he still hasn’t won his war against the WGWF Censors, but he is still greased up head to toe.
As Bobby Ray walks about in a bit of a confused state he begins to speak to himself out loud.
BRW: “I knew it, I knew it… I knew this was the only way of getting back here. Doll E is sure gonna be pissed though.”
Bobby Ray continues his naked walk through the white fog contemplating life, the universe and everything in-between. That is, until he suddenly stops dead in his naked tracks so fast that the blurry part in the front is forced to move. He begins to psych himself up.
BRW: “This is it. This is the moment that I have literally been dying for. Deep breath, Bobby Ray, no backing down here… remember you’re probably not going to get another shot at this. No turning back, let’s do this.”
Bobby Ray forces himself forward, towards the council of three people in white cloaks and black masks, those being the members of WGWF Censors. Those are the three that have been all denying you to the full glory of Bobby Ray to this point, they are the bad guys. Bobby Ray extends his arms outwards so they can see everything.
CENSOR: “Could you cover yourself up or something, Mr. Willis? I can almost see through the blurs, can we conjure up some more fog to block this more?”
Bobby Ray doesn’t stop, he drags himself through the battle he’s fighting with his inner self right now and moves forward to the cloaked individuals. Even as the fog thickens up, Bobby Ray moves forward getting within an arm's length. The trio spread out a bit as he stood across the center one. The center one is always the leader, right?
BRW: “You! You have been holding me back in WGWF. No, you have been the ones holding me back my entire life. You have never let me be myself, and always censored my thoughts and dreams. Well tonight, I figure something out for myself…”
CENSOR: “And just what would that be, Mr. Willis?”
Bobby Ray is surrounded now, like a scared kid standing across from a group of bullies Bobby Ray stands there like a deer in headlights. He forces shut his green eyes, takes a deep breath and opens up his eyes again.
CENSOR: “Time to wake up Mr. Willis. This is over once ag…
And with the quickest snap you ever did see, Bobby Ray snatches the hood right off of the head of the center person. The man recoils and covers up his face as Bobby Ray drops the hood to the ground and stares directly at him, the other two WGWF Censors scatter out of the picture.
BRW: “Face me.”
The unmasked censor turns his head, and looks at Bobby Ray. There is a bit of confusion on Bobby Ray’s face.
BRW: “Kraken Kazmerick? I heard you died or something. What the hell are you doing here?”
Sure enough, it’s Kraken Kazmerick who once was on the WGWF roster and disappeared back into the depths. Kazmerick cracks a smile and shrugs his shoulders towards Bobby Ray.
KAZ: “What am I doing here? Oh, this is not the time nor place for that wild story. Dead? Me? No, that is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange eons even death may die. Dead? No, I have simply been waiting at the bottom for someone to stir me backup to the top. I think it’s time to rise one more time, huh?
Dead? Never.
I am reborn… in blood.”
Just then Kazmerick holds a staple gun to the forehead of Bobby Ray, who never saw it coming.
KAZ: “Your blood.”
And that’s when Kazmerick presses down on the handle of the silver staple gun and sinks one right into Bobby Ray’s forehead. But before the damage done can be seen, Bobby Ray wakes up in a hospital bed wearing a gown and hooked up to an IV bag. He is in a full sweat as he looks about the room, through the opening in the gown there is medical tape covering both of his nipples.
Not to mention the bandage across his forehead.
Bobby Ray is relieved for a moment, until he sees that both Doll E and Cooper are standing there with just about the angriest looks on their faces. We fade to black.
The screen at the top of the ramp fizzles to life and the crowd go absolutely nuts.
Devlin Knight steps out onto the top of the ramp, dressed in black sneakers, black jeans and a white t-shirt which has a small photo of every member of TFO on the front with a big red x over their faces and the back reads THE (UN)FORTUNATE ONES. The crowd pops for this even louder, as Devlin turns around showing off the back of his t-shirt then starts making his way down the aisle, slapping hands and fist bumping fans as he goes. He jumps up onto the apron, wipes his feet and climbs between the ropes, before asking for a microphone and leaning against a turnbuckle waiting for the music to die down as the crowd chants his name over and over…
DEVLIN KNIGHT: “No Joseph or The Unfortunate Ones tonight? Well not yet anyway! Well, that's good, because I mean I think they've spoken enough over the time as it is, wouldn't you agree?”
The crowd continue to go nuts, chanting Devlin’s name as he stands there, pointing to the crowd with his microphone hand.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: “But despite you not being here “brother”, I do want to ask something… I'd love to know where all my previous invites have been for crowning parties within the TFO? Yours, Clyde's?! I mean according to you we're pals and all, right? They must have gotten lost in the mail or something, I guess… I mean I'd definitely have invited you to mine, if Max and myself hadn't been screwed Friday night in the S.E.X Cup by the current Duos Champs… Call me old fashioned but I'm still trying to understand why the PRIZE was in the tournament anyway?! But, I digress if I'm ever given the opportunity to go at those guys for the belts again, I know Max would ante up in a second! Kudos to you and Vaughn by the way for adv… Oh wait, nevermind! But speaking of J Mont, what ABOUT you, Joseph? Did YOU get lost? I mean your mouth could be running a million miles an hour but could never see you yapping with it! Did you go into hiding? I've been looking for you Joseph, ever since I've been back, in order to figure this out, but anytime I'm told you're in attendance I go searching and you just… Poof… Disappear in a puff of smoke, even Friday night I wanted to confront you after our S.E.X Cup matches and you got out of my line of sight quick dash eh? And I thought for sure, considering you like to make an appearance every week even when stuff doesn't concern you, you'd be here tonight but apparently not! Not yet anyway…”
Devlin starts pacing again as the crowd roars with approval…
DEVLIN KNIGHT: “But let me get back on track here… I think we're all tired of these silly antics you pull man, I mean honestly at first, they were cutesy, but then they just got irritable and irksome… I understand you tried hard to get me to bite and I applaud you for that but hoss? You're literally the equivalent of Ashton Kutcher having some kind of battle with eighth graders on who can prank better! So let me just simplify this for you, Joseph… Because again, I know you're trying to duck me. I know you heard me last week and then on Smash you decided to talk about running it back with others, how you now don't need to appear at WrestleWars because your match with Page happened already… Well, let me make it crystal clear…..”
The crowd constantly popping and chanting “J MONT IS A PUSSY! J MONT IS A PUSSY!” hasn't stopped throughout the entire shoot. Devlin stops pacing once again, illustrating with his non mic hand as he continues to speak.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: “I'm not someone who waits for his time to come and knowing me as you do, you know I don't ask permission. Joseph what happened last Brawl, wasn't me making a request hoss! You WILL be at WrestleWars to face me… You're not booked since you took on Page last Brawl and I'm not cooking anything yet…I don't care if I have to facilitate a TFO style entrance and have you flown in, hanging upside down from a damn Chinook or something, you and I will be in action one on one and I'll tell you what man because I know how your mind works, I'll even give you some incentive here and let you choose the stipulation! How's that cook for ya? Let it permeate in that little brain of yours and come back to me soon… Now, I've got a match to go get ready for, enjoy the rest of the night whether you're watching from home or the arena, Joseph!”
Devlin winks at the hard cam and quite literally drops the microphone as “Welcome home” kicks back up again. He walks to the ropes, drops and rolls under them onto the outside canvas making his way to the back, interacting with the fans again as he does.
As WGWF Brawl unfolds amidst the backdrop of the New Orleans PD's investigation into the kidnapping of Amby, tensions run high backstage as detectives comb through the corridors, questioning various members of the wrestling organization for any leads. Among those approached is John Cable, a key figure within the WGWF, known for his role in managing talent and overseeing operations. Detectives approach John Cable, their expressions serious as they seek any information that might shed light on Amby's disappearance. John listens attentively, his brow furrowed in concern as he processes the gravity of the situation.
"Mr. Cable, I'm Detective Martinez, and this is Detective Johnson," one of the detectives begins, his voice firm but respectful. "We're with the New Orleans PD, and we're investigating the kidnapping of Amby. Have you seen or heard anything suspicious tonight?"
John Cable takes a moment to collect his thoughts before responding, his tone measured and composed. "I haven't seen Goth since the TPW vs WGWF Un-Civil War," he explains, referencing a previous event where tensions between the two wrestling promotions reached a boiling point. "If you need security footage or have questions for the Lock Down Offices, please contact Sebastian St. Paul. He can help you with any information the company may have."
The detectives nod, jotting down Sebastian St. Paul's name for reference. "Thank you, Mr. Cable," one of them says. "We'll be sure to follow up with Mr. St. Paul for any additional assistance."
John Cable nods in acknowledgment before adding, "Any further inquiries should be directed to my lawyers with the Foundation." He understands the importance of ensuring that proper channels are followed and legal protocols adhered to in such a sensitive matter.
With that, the detectives bid John Cable farewell, moving on to continue their investigation elsewhere. Meanwhile, John's mind races with concern for Amby and her well-being, hoping that the authorities will be able to swiftly locate her and bring her home safely.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell has rang as we see Pax starting off for the Cassette Collective against Artemis, the two circle each other before locking arms. Artemis powers Pax into the corner where she sets Pax up for an back elbow to the side of Pax her face. But Pax manages to step away and hits a kick in the midsection of Artemis before tagging in KC as both members of the Cassette Collective set Artemis up for a double Suplex. KC follows it up by running the ropes, coming off the ropes with a double handstand into a splash on top of Artemis for the count of three.
1!!
2!!
Thre….
Artemis manages to kick out, we see Donatello jumping up and down on the outside, thanking God on his bare knees for the fact that Artemis kicked out. KC grabs Artemis by the arm, pushing her into the ropes as she sets her up for an Irish Whip. But Pax can’t follow it up as we see Donatello having grabbed hold of her ankle as she tries to kick her free from his tight grip.
Centurion: First it is those clowns that get on the Cassette Collective’s case, now it is that idiot Donatello!!!
Derrick Diamond: The MUSE Donatello Cent!!
Centurion: Whatever.
KC manages to break free, only to walk into a running Knife Edge Chop that staggers KC into the ropes. Artemis follows it up with a picture perfect Suplex that drops KC hard on the canvas as she sits up while catching her breath. Only to have Artemis tag in Achilles before running towards KC and grabs her head from behind, rolls through and have her head bounce forward to the canvas before bouncing backwards due to the high impact. Achilles follows it up with a Leg Drop on top of the member of the Cassette Collective as he goes for the pin.
1!!
2!!!
Thr…
KC manages to kick out before the count of three, Achilles immediately wraps his arm around her chin in a reverse chin lock while putting all of his weight on her neck and back. We see Pax on the outside clapping her hands, trying to get the audience rallied behind her tag team partner who is trying to extend her arm in order for Pax to tag her in but she is too far away from her.
Centurion: This match is very important for both teams, I could assume that with the Cassette Collective holding a victory over the current champs could propel them to a future shot.
Derrick Diamond: The Clowns vs. The Cassette Collective, that would be amazing!!
We see KC trying to get to her feet, slowly managing to get on a knee before to her feet. She drives a few elbows into the midsection of Achilles as that softens up his grip. She is about to run to the ropes for an offensive move, only to be outwitted by Achilles who yanks her at her hair as that causes her to drop down to the canvas real hard. Achilles drops a knee across her face before going for another cover.
1!!
2!!!
Thr…
We see Pax quickly get back upon the apron as she was attempting to break it up, but stopped as she noticed that KC could kick out at the pin attempt. Achilles drags KC to his corner and tags back in Artemis.
Derrick Diamond: We just mentioned the Cassette Collective, but how would the art world react if Artemis and her muse are one half of the tag team champions???
Centurion: I doubt Donatello would ever wrestle inside a wrestling ring Derrick.
Achilles drops KC with a slam as Artemis runs the ropes before coming off the ropes with a picture perfect dropkick that sends KC crashing the back of her head on the canvas as now Artemis goes for the pin.
1!!
2!!
Thr…
Pax runs in in order to break the three count, only to have the official warn her to get back to her corner within the count of five or else risk disqualification. This gives Artemis the chance to tell Achilles to get in the ring as both of them start to lay the boots to KC before Artemis claps her hands behind the back of the official as if there was a tag before stepping to the outside of the ring. Pax starts to scream at the ref that there was no tag, only for the official to ask Artemis and Achilles if they made a tag and get a yes from them while the crowd boo the rule breaking tactics.
Centurion: There was no tag ref!!!
Achilles scoops up KC for a slam, drops her to the canvas and goes for a Knee Drop off the ropes, but KC manages to roll out of the way and drags herself towards Pax to try to get a tag in. Only for Artemis to run in and grab the leg of KC at the final moment, trying to prevent her from making the tag. KC gets turned over on her back in order for Artemis to perform a Slingshot, but KC pushes both legs against her chest and kicks her into the ropes as she falls over the top rope to the outside.
Derrick Diamond: This is KC’s opportunity to tag in Pax!!!
KC crawls towards the corner and makes the tag, causing Pax to run in the ring with a house on fire to much happiness from the crowd. Executing consecutive dropkicks to both Artemis and Achilles who attack her after each other. Pax then whips Artemis through the top and middle rope into Donatello, who breaks her fall as Artemis lands in an awkward position. Achilles blocks a kick attempt and spins Pax around before setting her up for a clothesline that she ducks. In the meantime we see KC having climbed the top turnbuckle and executes a Cross Body Block off the top rope into Achilles that drops him to the canvas. She quickly gets to the outside as we see Pax preparing herself to hit a Super Kick to the much larger Achilles.
Centurion: Can the Cassette Collective do it??!!!
Achilles staggers forwards, walking straight into the super kick from Pax as she goes for the cover
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
Centurion: They did it!! The Cassette Collective did it!!!!
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WINNERS VIA PINFALL: THE CASSETTE COLLECTIVE
Match Time: 6:56
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As the tension mounts backstage at WGWF Brawl amidst the ongoing investigation into the kidnapping of Amby, an under 1-year-old, a sense of urgency grips both the wrestling organization and the New Orleans PD. Despite their efforts, the detectives have yet to uncover any leads that could shed light on Amby's disappearance. Just as frustration begins to set in, the scene suddenly shifts to the parking lot outside the arena. An unmarked black Charger pulls up, catching the attention of security personnel stationed nearby. Two men step out of the vehicle, their demeanor authoritative as they approach the security checkpoint. Immediately, security rushes over, poised to intercept the newcomers. However, the men display their badges, revealing themselves as agents of the FBI. The announcement sends a ripple of astonishment through the crowd gathered outside the arena, as whispers spread about the escalation of the investigation to the federal level.
"This kidnapping is now a federal matter," one of the agents declares, his voice commanding attention. "We'll need full cooperation from the WGWF staff and access to any relevant information or evidence."
Taylor eyed her opponent warily, while Goth's eyes gleamed with a sinister intensity. With a sudden burst of speed, Taylor lunged forward, aiming to catch Goth off guard. But Goth was ready, sidestepping her attack with ease and sending her crashing to the mat with a resounding thud. Goth wasted no time in asserting his dominance. With a menacing grin, he charged towards Taylor, who met his advance with a fierce determination. The two locked up in a test of strength, but it was clear from the outset that Goth held the upper hand. With a powerful shove, he sent Taylor crashing to the mat again, the impact reverberating throughout the arena.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Clear mismatch here. I struggle to see what chance Taylor truly has in this match.
CENTURION: Goth has disappointed us before. You never know.
Undeterred, Taylor quickly rose to her feet, only to find herself met with a barrage of strikes from Goth. Each blow landed with precision, sapping away at Taylor's strength with every passing moment. Despite her best efforts to mount a counterattack, she found herself struggling to keep up with Goth's relentless assault. With each blow he landed, he seemed to be sending a message not just to Taylor, but to someone else entirely. And with each passing moment, that message became increasingly clear.
"Jenny," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt as he addressed Taylor, "you can't hide from me." The words hung in the air like a sinister omen, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked within the wrestling world.
Despite Goth's taunts, Taylor refused to back down. With a steely determination, she rose to her feet, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. But Goth was relentless, his attacks coming fast and furious, each one more devastating than the last.
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is chilling. He is systematically dismantling Taylor Sweet here, and he's calling her Jenny.
CENTURION: He's a man obsessed. Jenny doesn't just live in his mind rent-free, she's set up an entire condo.
Despite the odds stacked against her, Taylor refused to back down, her resilience shining through in the face of adversity. With a newfound determination, she launched herself at Goth, catching him off guard with a flurry of strikes. For a moment, it seemed as though she might turn the tide of the match in her favor.However, Goth proved to be a formidable opponent, his strength and skill unmatched by any other. With a swift counter, he seized control once more, locking Taylor in a devastating hold that left her gasping for air. As Goth applied pressure, Taylor's struggles grew increasingly desperate, her attempts to escape proving futile against his overwhelming strength.
With a triumphant smirk, Goth tightened his grip, his eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction as Taylor's resistance faltered. In a last-ditch effort to break free, she reached out towards the ropes, but they remained just out of her grasp.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Her best choice here is to tap out. Get out of here while she still has a career.
But she was able to get one final surge, and grab the ropes. A look of sheer relief on her face as the ref makes Goth break the hold. With renewed determination, she launched herself at Goth once more, unleashing a flurry of strikes in quick succession. But each blow seemed to glance off him effortlessly, as if he were made of solid stone.
"Jenny," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice, "is that the best you've got?"
The sound of Jenny's name on his lips sent a shiver down Taylor's spine, but she refused to let it distract her.; Goth retaliated with brutal efficiency, his strikes finding their mark with unerring accuracy. Taylor fought back with all her might, but it was clear that Goth was in control. With each passing moment, his dominance became more apparent, his every move calculated to wear her down both physically and mentally. As the match wore on, Taylor found herself growing increasingly desperate. She knew that she had to find a way to turn the tide in her favor, or risk being consumed by the darkness that threatened to overwhelm her. With a burst of energy, she launched herself at Goth once more, determined to show him that she was not so easily defeated. For a brief moment, it seemed as though Taylor might have the upper hand. She landed several powerful blows, each one driving Goth back a step. But just as quickly as her momentum had begun, it was snuffed out by a single, devastating counter from Goth. With a cruel smile, he seized Taylor in a vice-like grip, his fingers digging into her flesh like steel claws. As he applied pressure, Taylor's struggles grew more frantic, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She knew that she was fighting a losing battle, but she refused to give up without a fight. With a final surge of strength, Taylor attempted to break free from Goth's grasp, but it was no use. With a triumphant roar, Goth forced her down to the mat, his hold unyielding as Taylor's strength finally gave out.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I am not sure Taylor has anything left in the tank here.
CENTURION: I am not sure she ever did.
With no other options left, Taylor reluctantly tapped out, conceding defeat to her formidable opponent. But even as the match came to a close, Goth showed no signs of mercy. With a cruel smirk, Goth tightened his grip, his eyes alight with sadistic pleasure as Taylor's struggles faltered. With a cruel grin, he refused to release the hold, even as Taylor's consciousness began to fade. The audience watched in horror as Taylor slipped into unconsciousness, her body limp and defenseless in Goth's grasp.
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WINNER VIA REFEREE STOPPAGE: GOTH
Match Time: 4:34
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Break the hold! Come on! She's a rag doll in there!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Here she comes! A woman on a warpath!
CENTURION: Myst with a fire in her eyes like I've never seen.
She runs to the ring and slides in. Goth breaks the hold on Taylor and pops up. Jenny with a Lou Thez press. She tackles Goth and begins to rain fists down on his head and torso. She is completely incensed!
Goth gets an elbow on her, which knocks her off, and he rolls on top and clasps both hands on her throat. He begins to choke her but she gets a thumb to the eye, breaking the choke hold. He goes for a choke again but he grabs his head, and locks in. He punches as she punches, the two connected like a puzzle piece.
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is getting ugly! The hatred between these two is well documented.
Just then, Candice Page steps out onto the rampway, ushering someone with her hands.
WGWF security runs to the ring along with refs and other personnel from the back.
CENTURION: She's called the cavalry. And I am not even sure that can stop these two!
The security and ref team pull the two off each other, but they both keep breaking the hold. Finally, it seems that they have them in their own corners, and have cooled things off. They begin to try and pull the two away when BOTH break free and meet in the center of the ring again, only to be pulled back again. Jenny is kicking at Goth, screaming, as he smiles wickedly at her.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Jenny has lost it here over this doll.
CENTURION: She considers it a best friend. Imagine the shitshow if they took the belt?
DERRICK DIAMOND: I can't even.
Jenny and Goth break off again, but both stop in the center of the ring. Both share a heavy-breathed moment of staring, then turn around.
JENNY AND GOTH START LAYING OUT SECURITY AND REFEREE!
DERRICK DIAMOND: It's mayhem out here! They've turned their attention to the security team!
CENTURION: What happens when you let the inmates run the asylum.
PINK PERFECTION on a security team member.
GOTHIC DROP on a referee.
GO TO HELL on a referee.
SINFUL CONFESSION on a security team member.
Eventually the ring is cleared. There are bodies laying everywhere. Jenny and Goth are back in the center of the ring, they look at the carnage they caused before throwing hands once again.
Right from Jenny
Left from Goth
Left from Jeny
Right from Goth.
A particularly hard shot stumbles Jenny out of the ring. She hits the mat on the outside. Goth runs off the ropes and goes for a suicide dive, but Jenny side steps. Goth crashes and burns. Jenny is back to her feet. She grabs Goth by the head and throws him into the barricade. He fights back, and the two work their way all the way up the ramp. They are on the staging area.
Jenny
Goth
Jenny
Goth
Finally, Jenny's sheer determination and anger gets the advantage. A few hard shots stagger Goth back. Jenny kicks him in the lower extremities and locks him in.
Her lip curls as her body shakes with rage.
MYST OPPORTUNITIES (Sister Abigail) ON THE STEEL STAGE!
Goth is out.
Jenny sits up, and stands up, staring at her victim.
She looks out over the stage, and her lip curls into a snarl again.
DERRICK DIAMOND: She's gonna throw Goth off the stage here. She wants to end his career, right now in New Orleans!
She picks Goth up, his legs wobbly.
Just then, she turns around. Her head snaps back and behind her on the stage is Jebediah. He is holding Amby. He has a blowtorch. Jenny's eyes go wide. She turns around toward and walks towards Jeb, pleading not to hurt Amby. He says he's do it. Another step and she gets it!
Jenny's eyes are pleading, but her lip twitches. She wants to rip his head off but doesn't want Amby hurt.
Just then, out of nowhere.........Sinful Confession! The reverse neck breaker on Myst, on the stage!!!!!
Goth kicks her once, then walks over to Jeb, the two taunt her, holding the doll, as they walk into the back.
DERRICK DIAMOND: And they've still got the doll! There is going to be even more hell to pay now and I don't think that as long as they have that doll that this is a safe working environment anymore!
CENTURION: One thing I know about Jenny is when she feels slighted, she makes it everyone else's problem!
Goth and Jeb walk to the back, leaving Jenny writhing on the stage as WGWF goes to commercial.
When we return from commercials, the rambunctious Brawl crowd is vibing until the remixed version of “Paint It Black” cranks up.
The masses become unglued, sending their HATRED to nuclear levels as the woman whom the song heralds trots out onto the stage.
DERRICK DIAMOND: OH MY GOD IT IS HER! YES! SHE’S BACK ON BRAWL! THEY DID LET HER IN THE BUILDING!
CENTURION: Stop yelling you damn fanboy! It sounds like you’re about to orgasm all over the desk! I dunno what the hell she did or said to get unbarred from the building but it better be good. I’ve enjoyed months of not having to see her or hear her damn witch voice!
Flanked by her sides as always is Norris and Smith. Her two cohorts are carrying various concealed items and make quick pace to the ring, while Sonya strolls casually behind them, wagging her head cockily at the hateful ringside fans.
Soon, the three are at the ring, where Norris sprays the ropes with sanitizer and wipes them down, allowing Sonya to step inside protected from the many viruses plaguing Louisiana. Once inside, Smith jerks a mic from the stagehand and tosses it to the most reviled woman in all of sports and entertainment.
SONYA BENSON: Well, well.
It only takes those two words to send the spectators into bedlam. Used to this by now, Sonya places her hands behind her back and patiently waits until the idiots cease their antics out of necessity.
SONYA BENSON: Hello New Stinklings, Lousy-anna. Yes, I know. I, well, the Fortunate Ones as a whole I should say, are banned from Brawl shows. Supposed to be anyway, unless invited or have just cause to be here. And believe it or not, I do have just cause for being here. Why? Because it’s not about just me. It’s about someone not in the Fortunate Ones. It’s about someone whom the Pages have the utmost respect for, as do all of you and myself. This someone is here to be made tribute to, to be made honored, to be rewarded for his works, sacrifices, and hardships. Someone whom I invited here tonight because Monday Night Brawl is where things all started for me in this wretched company, and I’m a sentimental lady. Duh. So, without further adieu, come on out Mr. Guest of Honor…
Sonya’s face burns red with blushing and she bites her bottom lip, damn it looks so cute too.
Calm Like a Bomb by Rage Against the Machine starts to play. The name Duncan Ryder flashes up on screens across the stage.
The response is muted in comparison to Sonya’s before as Duncan walks out. He’s wearing a navy blue suit and a crisp white shirt in which he seems a little uncomfortable despite the perfectly tailored cut. He starts to make his way down to the ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: From one unexpected treat to another here on Brawl tonight from a man some of those in attendance are seemingly unfamiliar with, but you’ve had some experience with.
CENTURION: That’s true. Duncan Ryder, a veteran of UGWC, notably the 2021 Wrestlestock Cup winner, also the reigning Level Up Wrestling Final Boss champion up to the promotion closing its doors. He’s defeated such greats as SEB, Larry Tact, and Buster Gloves, and the list keeps going.
DERRICK DIAMOND: More recently, though, became Sonya Benson’s trainer after she fired Damon Riggs.
CENTURION: What could make anyone want to spend a minute more around that woman than they have to I can’t imagine.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh right, who would possibly want to spend time with a beautiful young billionaire?
Duncan gets to the ring, climbs the steps, and wipes his feet on the apron before climbing between the ropes.
In the ring Duncan politely shakes hands with Norris and Smith then puts an arm around Sonya’s shoulders, pulling her into a one-armed hug. Duncan steps back as his music fades and he raises a microphone to his lips.
DUNCAN RYDER: Hello New Orleans.
There’s a small ripple of a pop from those in the crowd who’re happy that someone got the name of their home right but there remains an atmosphere of tension. Suspicion perhaps, of the relative stranger sharing the ring with the detestable Benson.
DUNCAN RYDER: It’s been an interesting day for me today. It’s been a day of firsts. My first time visiting this vibrant, historic city, and now my first time appearing on WGWF Brawl and I’ve been having a great time. Everyone has been so welcoming but despite that, I’m a little confused because so far no one has told me what I’m actually doing here.
Duncan turns pointedly towards Sonya.
DUNCAN RYDER: So Miss Benson, please, enlighten me on why I’m here and why you insisted I get dressed up for the occasion.
Sonya hops up and down excitedly.
SONYA BENSON: I thought you’d never ask! Level Up closed its door leaving you promotionless and now retired. I have a big problem with that. You see, a man of your talent, your legend, doesn’t deserve to just say they’re retired and that’s it. No. We’re here to honor you and to give you the proper send-off. So, you just stand right there looking OH so fine, and enjoy.
She gestures to the huge Brawl-Tron and it flickers to life with a burst of epic montages from Duncan’s career, all the way back to when he was fighting for literal peanuts to his present era total dominance as Final Boss Champion, and while we take this trip down memory lane, we’re joined by the song “Best Around” because Duncan Ryder is the best around. The montage even throws in some funny moments from some of Duncan’s training sessions with Sonya. Once the montage is done, the crowd gives him a rousing ovation.
Duncan smiles while shaking his head, looking appreciative but somewhat sheepish.
SONYA BENSON: But wait, there’s more! Here’s your very own t-shirt!
She giggles as she hands it to him.
Duncan takes the shirt, holding it up in front of himself by the shoulders to get a good look at it. It’s hardly the first time he’s had his own merch but he nods approvingly at it.
SONYA BENSON: Hmmm. Nope. Not quite good enough. I think we can do better. Norris, I think we got something else for him, yeah?
The portly manager gladly unveils a customized Duncan Ryder championship belt and goes about wrapping it around Ryder’s waist.
Duncan looks down at the belt, trying his best to appraise it from the awkward upside-down position. He starts shaking his head again while smiling and laughing.
Sonya is grinning at him, her enthralling blue orbs seeming to have trouble pulling away from his eyes. When she finally does manage to, she motions up the ramp.
SONYA BENSON: And look.. Look look look. No more living in a van down by the river. Sure, I already bought you a car and a backup car, but now? You get to OWN the road anywhere you go… or if you want to just do some fun stuff on the weekend sometime. Just bring me along sometimes, yeah?
Smith, who’d left a few minutes ago to retrieve something, returns driving a monster truck so loud it pierces the ears of those at ringside, possibly causing some hearing damage.
Duncan looks up at the screen in shock. Anyone capable of reading lips will know he mutters, “What on Earth am I go to do with that?”
SONYA BENSON: Now, for the last and most important gift. Look at me, Duncan.
She grabs his hands and stares up at him with the deepest, most genuine, and heartfelt look.
SONYA BENSON: My career in WGWF started right here on Brawl in August of 2022. My career in WGWF started with YOU doing something that cost you some fans, cost you some friendships. You agreed to become my trainer when nobody else would. I opened up my home to you. I brought you in from that van you were living in. I gave you a new life and for the past 18 months, I’ve put you through hell, anguish, distress, and all kinds of trauma because I’m a bitch to deal with. Somehow, despite you wanting so very much to wipe your hands of me, you endured. You had patience and honor. You did everything our contract dictated. When Punisher mock raped me, you were the only one in this entire god-forsaken sport who stood up for me, who fought for me. So…
Now she pins those big blue eyes of hers on him the softest and most tender she ever has.
SONYA BENSON: I want to gift you the honor of facing me in my final match at Wrestle Wars in April. I needed 25 wins. You’ve seen me through 24 of them. I just need one more. It’s only fitting that you-
Before she can finish, Duncan politely butts in.
DUNCAN RYDER: Whoa, whoa, whoa, let me stop you right there Sonya, I know where this is going.
Duncan takes a step back, withdrawing his hands from Sonya’s. He places his empty left hand on her shoulder and gently nudges her back a little too as he steps back, ensuring they are a little more than arm's length apart.
DUNCAN RYDER: Sonya everything you just said is true. Well, almost everything. I wasn’t still living out of a van when you hired me, though my apartment wasn’t a whole lot better but anyway. You’re right though, taking on this job with you probably did cost me fans, hurt my reputation in some ways and if it weren’t for our mutual friend Johnny Hitmaker I probably wouldn’t have taken it. When people told me some of the things you had done in your short career up to that point I’ll admit I had second, third, a hundreth thoughts but I persevered because, well, you were paying really really well. And you’re right, you were a real pain to deal with, still are a lot of the time and honestly Sonya I have to tell you, I’m disappointed.
Sonya cocked her head like a confused puppy.
DUNCAN RYDER: I don’t know if you remember that first press conference when you announced that I would be your new coach. I told everyone there that one of the reasons I took this job was because I believed that by the time you reached this point with the finishing line in sight, you wouldn’t care anymore, that this wouldn’t be the end because under my tutelage you’d have fallen so deeply in love with wrestling that you wouldn’t be able to conceive of your life without it anymore. I’m disappointed in myself that I wasn’t able to give you that.
Benson moves closer to try and get him to stop but he once again extends an arm gently, keeping her at bay.
DUNCAN RYDER: Despite that though, despite you never loving this sport in the way that I do you still turned up and trained every day. Though you complained through every minute of it you still did everything I asked of you and left your blood, sweat, and tears in the ring. To be able to do that when you love what you’re doing is great. Being able to do it when you hate what you're doing shows a level of drive, determination, and discipline that I don’t have, and nor do most people. These past eighteen months I’ve had the chance to get to know a side of you that these people don’t see. I’m happy to have had the chance to do that and proud to have been a part of your journey, which is why I can’t be your last match.
SONYA BENSON: WHY? It’s perfect! It’s symbolic. It’s.. it’s it’s like fate and stuff. It’s the perfect ending! I deserve a happy ending! WHY can’t you see that?
DUNCAN RYDER: Because I know why you’re asking me, Sonya, I know how you think. You’re hoping to get over that one last hurdle as easily as possible. You know how much I want you to succeed, how happy I am for you that this ordeal is almost at an end and you think I’ll make it easy for you. We go what, five, ten minutes? Exchange a few holds, put on a little technical exhibition then I just lay down for the count and you’ve done it? No, you’ve worked too hard and come too far to cheapen your final moment of victory like that. If that’s how you want to end things go ahead, I can’t stop you, but I won’t be a part of it either.
Duncan can now add himself to the very, very rare list of people who’ve left the mouthy bitch speechless. She wants to say something. Her lips move but can’t conjure up the words to articulate her emotions. Words don’t need to be said though. Her face says it all. Those blue orbs are misty, tears forming at their ducts. Her cute little jaw sags, confused and distraught. Sonya’s bottom lip trembles and her head shakes in disbelief. Yet still, she remains silent.
Duncan, seeing the tears, looks away. A woman crying is every man’s weakness. He wisely backs away, seeking the ropes to aid his retreat. With a sudden burst, Sonya tries to reach him, but he slips out in time and makes his way up the ramp, looking a little conflicted in the moment.
DERRICK DIAMOND: How dare that man do this to her! How dare he reject such an amazing offer. She poured her heart out to him, showered him with gifts, treated him like a King and offered him the honor of being her 25th win, and the ungrateful prick rejected her! Who the hell can reject a woman like her?
CENTURION: Duncan Ryder can, that’s who! Sonya just pulled off one of the greatest con attempts I’ve ever seen, but Duncan knew what was up. Nobody knows Sonya like he does, hell he lives with her, trains her, knows how she operates. He didn’t buy it and I am tickled pink right now. Look at her in that ring all pouty-faced and teary-eyed. HA! Love it! Cry me a river, Sonya. I’ll drown you in it!
The camera shows an ending shot of Sonya looking so dejected in the ring, being consoled by Norris and Smith. We go to commercial.
The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by J Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play, getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana looking as good as ever. He holds his usual Mezcal cocktail in his hand and is flashing that million-dollar smile of his as he stands there, soaking in all the love from the fans.
“THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA!
He makes his way to the ring, having a few exchanges with the fans, all in good fun. Once at ringside, he walks up the steel steps and after wiping his shoes, always respecting the ring, he gets inside. He walks towards the middle nodding his head to the beat of the catchy song, making his afro wave back and forth. All the fans get into it, especially the ladies and Cholo points and winks to some. He gets a mic handed to him and as his music dies down, he is about to speak when he has to pause as a “CHOLO!” chant breaks out.
CENTURION: Listen to this crowd in the Smoothing King Center Derrick! They love them some Cholo!
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is crazy, you would think the man won his ‘precious’ back at the DPI3.
Cholo can’t help but smile and he puts his right fist to his heart, showing them how much their support means to him. Once the chants die down, he goes to speak again but once again a “CHOLO!” gets started.
CENTURION: I think we’re going to be here all night if this doesn’t stop.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Look I love being on Brawl, but I don’t want to spend any extra time in Louisiana if I don’t have to.
Cholo holds his hands up and the crowd finally settles down. Cholo then speaks in a very soft, but full of emotion tone.
CHOLO: Mi gente, before we get into it, let Cholo just say, you just don’t know how much that means to him, truly. But also, how much Cholo really needed to hear it right now.
Again the crowd breaks out into a third “CHOLO!” chant. He again thanks them and then continues.
CHOLO: Thank you for lifting Cholo up, and now that you have raised me to the level Cholo needs to be, let’s get the formalities out of the way… *ahem…* QUE PASA NEW ORLEANS?!
The crowd cheers loudly.
CHOLO: Y donde esta mi gente Latina?!
A great portion of the crowd cheers loudly.
CHOLO: New Orleans, Cholo knows this is a party town and so he will not hold up the party for too long, there is still a lot of great wrestling coming your way and then there is the after party where Cholo will party just as hard as he ever has with all of you on Bourbon Street and every other street between here and there. Vamos!
Again the crowd cheers.
CENTURION: A Cholo Party in Bourbon Street, I mean I’m down! Derrick?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh you know I’m there!
CHOLO: But before we party, we got to take care of business and sadly, Cholo must admit that at the DPI parte tres, Cholo could not do just that, and once again Mac Bane ESCAPED with my precious.
The crowd boos loudly now and a “Mac Bane sucks!” chantgets started, and Cholo nods, agreeing with the crowd before continuing.
CHOLO: Mac Bane definitely sucks, and from what Cholo hears he also sw… well actually we’ll keep it PG and leave that part out and move on….
The crowd laughs and Cholo winks at the camera.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Was he about to say that Mac Bane sw-
CENTURION: SWELL GUY! Mac Bane is a swell guy, that’s what he was going to say. Move on.
CHOLO: Cholo will not go into detail of what happened at the DPI, he is sure that by now you all have seen it and if you haven’t, catch the replay now, available on Bleacher Report Live! Anyway, the reason why Cholo won’t dwell about what happened is because Cholo is all about living in the present and looking ahead to the future… Like the song by Liberty Unknown goes: “Let the past die, kill it if you have to…” Now while Cholo can’t go back in time and quote on quote, kill Mac Bane, because let’s face it mi gente, that’s murder… In just over a month, Cholo can damn well try as he will get one more shot at the Cowboy demon, as he challenges him in the main event of night 2 of Wrestle Wars in a little match called… THREE STAGES OF HELL!
The crowd goes absolutely bonkers at the announcement and Cholo nods approvingly with a big smile on his face. He takes a sip of his drink and then continues.
CHOLO: Now for those not familiar with this match, it’s quite simple, Mac and Cholo each get to choose a match stipulation, and if after both stipulations, the match is tied at 1 apiece, we will fight in a third match with a stipulation to be chosen by our great JEFE, Chris Page. Speaking of that tough hombre, he has already made the announcement that if anyone gets involved in this match, they will get fired! Now, Cholo doesn’t know how that works if someone who is not in the payroll tries to get involved, but Cholo is sure our boss has thought about everything and is on top of it…
But what this means mi gente is that we are guaranteed not to have outside interference in this match, and it is because of this, that Cholo is ready to announce his stipulation, right here, right now!
The crowd cheers loudly again but settles down quickly, as they are dying to know the vicious stipulation Cholo has chosen.
CHOLO:You see, Cholo has learned a lot about Mac Bane over the last few months we have been at war, but the number one thing Cholo has learned is that Mac Bane, one-on-one, he cannot beat Cholo! At the Cannabis Cup, he had to get himself DQ’ed…. At our first title match, he needed Slater and at this last match, he needed even more people who are not even worth Cholo’s time… But not only Cholo has learned that Mac can’t beat him, he knows, that Mac CAN’T make Cholo submit! He tried at the Cup, and when he couldn’t do it, again, he got himself DQ’ed… and that’s not on Mac, that is on Cholo because as everyone knows… Cholo’s heart is unmatched, and Cholo simply will not quit… He will not tap…. He will never, ever, submit to someone like Mac Bane!
The crowd cheers loudly.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Where is he going with this Cent?
CENTURION: I have a pretty good idea.
CHOLO: That is why, Cholo’s stipulation for Wrestle Wars is… Submissions only!
The crowd is stunned, as they were waiting for some barbaric stipulation, but they are smart, they get it, and quickly begin cheering again. Cholo asks for the camera man to get closer so only his face is seen in the frame.
CHOLO: That’s right Macky boy, Cholo dares you to do what he knows you can’t do…
Cholo toasts to the camera and takes a sip followed by the smiles of his but suddenly “The Enemy” by Godsmack begin to play, causing the crowd to boo loudly.…
CENTURION: Here comes the World Champion!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Do we get to hear his stipulation next?!
Mac steps out onto the stage with the WGWF World Title held high, shaking his head at Cholo. He stands there, mockingly, listening to the boos before making his way down the ramp. Cholo leans against the ropes sipping his drink as he waits for Mac to get there. Once at ringside, he places the world title on the apron before walking up the steel steps and without hesitation getting inside the ring. He walks up to Cholo who meets him in the middle of the ring and we have a great stare down that has the crowd chanting “HOLY SHIT!” as Mac’s music dies out.
CENTURION: Ladies and gentlemen, these are arguably the two biggest stars in WGWF right now, facing off!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Arguably? I wouldn’t want to argue against it.
Mac takes a step back, only to extend his hand out so a microphone gets handed to him. Instead, though, two people slide inside the ring from behind him chop-block both of his legs! Mac goes down hard and the duo begin attacking him!
CENTURION: Wait a damn minute! The Malvado brothers, Cholo’s cousins, are attacking Mac Bane!
DERRICK DIAMOND: It was a set up! That damn cheater Cholo!
Mac Bane tries to fight off the twin masked Luchadors, but to no avail until Cholo steps in and stops them, shoving one of his cousins off and then throwing the other across the ring!
CENTURION: Did Cholo just save Mac?
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is… weird? I don’t get it.
Cholo argues with them, saying this is not how he rolls, this is not what he's about... The Malvados plead with him but Cholo isn’t having it. He doesn’t help Mac who is crawling over to a corner but goes to leave when one of the twins grabs the World Title and shoves it in his face. Cholo goes to argue but having his ‘precious’ in his hands quickly makes him forget about everything. Just then Mac is back on his feet and begins fighting the twins with rights and lefts. Cholo snaps out of his trance, sees Mac and instinctively hits him in the back of the head with the world title! The crowd is stunned as Bane drops to one knee and Cholo tosses the title to the side before grabbing Mac from behind and snapping “EL Matador” in!
CENTURION: Cholo with his full nelson submission on Mac Bane!
DERRICK DIAMOND: So it was a set-up! Cholo was in on it!
CENTURION: I don’t think that’s the case, but having the title in his hands has made Cholo snap!
Tristan Slater rushes out from the back being followed by WGWF security and officials, A LOT of them… The Malvados intercept Tristan but the officials are able to get inside the ring and try as hard as they can to get Cholo to let go of Bane but he isn’t budging. More officials show up as well as Louisiana’s finest, and they help break up not only The Malvados and Slater, but finally get Cholo to let go off Bane.
CENTURION: Well folks, for weeks if not months we have been wondering when would Mac Bane finally break Cholo and I think we just witnessed it…
DERRICK DIAMOND: But Mac didn’t even say or do anything! This was a premeditated attack by Cholo and his “primos” who, news flash, DON’T EVEN GO HERE!
CENTURION: Well fans, we’re going to take a quick break as we restore order in the ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Wait, do we still get to go party with Cholo later?
Ding! Ding! Ding!
We see all four men inside the ring, staring each other down as they all know what is on the line, the prestige of being the next Intercontinental Champion. We see Tristan Slater begin to get into the face of Devlin Knight, causing him to push Slater away from him before the two men start to trade punches. Causing CJ Phoenix and Vaughn to eye each other in a more casual manner, trying to psych each other out as they circle each other. We see Devlin reverse an Irish whip from Slater, sending him in the ropes as he goes for a Back Body Drop that Slater stops before him and decks Knight with an uppercut to the head. Slater smirks at his handy work, only to have Peter Vaughn and CJ Phoenix execute a double dropkick to both sides that sends him crashing onto Devlin Knight before rolling out of the ring. This causes Phoenix to execute a standing Moonsault on top of Knight as he goes for the pin
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But Vaughn manages to break the count as he drags Phoenix off of Knight by grabbing him by the legs. He then sets him up for a Slingshot into the turnbuckles, Phoenix lands on the turnbuckles as he fakes to dive off the turnbuckles towards his assailant. Causing Vaughn to drop to the canvas in order to protect himself from an aerial assault that did not happen. Only for Phoenix to turn around and jumps off, diving straight into the waiting arms of Devlin Knight who drops him on top of CJ Phoenix and goes for the cover on Phoenix on top of Vaughn.
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Both Phoenix and Vaughn manage to kick out, we see Phoenix get away from Vaughn who rolls himself towards a corner in order to recuperate a little. Knight grabs CJ Phoenix by the head, whips him hard into the turnbuckles before setting him up for a running clothesline into the corner and connects. He then sets him up for a Suplex out of the corner, only to have Tristan Slater come up from behind and grabs hold of him in a Back Suplex as this drops both Knight and Phoenix on the canvas as Tristan goes to cover Knight
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Knight manages to get his shoulder off the canvas, causing Slater to immediately jump towards Phoenix as he hooks his legs for the three count.
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And again there is a count of two, Slater grabs the head of Phoenix as he starts to deliver right hand punches over and over against the man’s face before getting a running knee strike hitting him in the back of his head. This causes Slater to drop to the canvas as Vaughn runs the ropes and hits a Springboard Moonsault into an Elbow drop on top of Slater. He then sets himself up for a Standing Moonsault, but gets caught by Phoenix who grabs him by the waist and drops Vaughn shoulder first across the knee before going for the cover.
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This time it is Devlin Knight that drags Vaughn off of CJ Phoenix, he grabs him by the arm and lifts him up before whipping over the top rope as Vaughn lands on the ring apron. Knight 8attempts to go after him and clothesline the former world champion off the ring apron, only to have Vaughn catch him as he drives his shoulder into his midsection between the top and middle rope. This causes Knight to bend forward as Vaughn goes for a DDT from the outside into the ring by jumping between the top and middle rope and plants Knight hard upon the canvas and hooks both legs for the count of three.
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Now it is the unlikely duo of Slater and Phoenix that drags Vaughn off of Devlin Knight, the two men suddenly stop and look at each other at the same time. Slater asks what Phoenix is doing, only to have Phoenix hit a Pele Kick to the back of his head as he crushes down to the canvas. Vaughn immediately goes for the cover
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Phoenix drops a standing Moonsault on both men as the official didn’t get further than a count of one. Phoenix realizes that with all four men in the ring it will be nearly impossible to get a pin fall, causing him to throw Vaughn over the top rope and then turns his attention towards the other two men.
Centurion:: Someone is finally thinking with his head, all these near falls being broken up doesn’t help you win the match!!
Derrick Diamond: Especially when you have four very capable and dangerous individuals like these guys!!!
Phoenix grabs hold of Devlin Knight, yanks him up to his feet and whips him in the ropes as he sets him up for a Springboard forearm, only to be caught by Devlin Knight, delivering a Samoan Drop before grabbing him by the arm and drags him in the corner. There he puts him on top of the top turnbuckle and preps himself up for a Super Plex from the top turnbuckles. We see Phoenix trying to fight him off as the two start to trade punches, but Knight gets the best of Phoenix after a headbutt. He once again hooks his arm around the head of Phoenix for the Super Plex.
Centurion:: Tristan Slater!!!!
Tristan has managed to get back to his feet, grabs hold of the waist of Devlin Knight as he sets Devlin up for a Powerbomb out of the corner while Devlin still has got Phoenix locked in the Super Plex. We suddenly see Vaughn hop on the canvas, watching Slater dropping both men to the canvas before hitting him with a kick from the ring apron before hopping on the top turnbuckles and goes for a 360 splash on top of Devlin knight before hooking both legs for the win.
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and this time it is Devlin Knight who somehow manages to get his shoulder off the canvas, causing the fans to jump up and down from excitement. We see a split screen replay from the Powerbomb from Slater and the Splash from Vaughn into the near fall
Centurion:: This must be the closest I have ever seen to a three count in years!!!!
Vaughn gets to his feet, breathing heavily as he is contemplating his next move against either men that is down in front of him. Only to have Tristan Slater come up from behind and hits a German Overhead Suplex on the former world champion before going for the three count.
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Again another near fall as this is Vaughns moment to get his shoulder barely off the canvas, Slater is breathing heavily as he rubs his head in agonizing pain. He slowly lifts his face upwards from the downed Vaughn when he gets dropkicked in the mush by a charging CJ Phoenix. This causes Slater to roll out of the ring due to the impact of the move as Phoenix notices Devlin Knight charge in on him. He drops down, grabs hold of the top rope as that causes Devlin to tumble over the top rope onto the outside due to the speed he was using to charge in on Phoenix.
Centurion:: Now it is down to what Phoenix wanted!! A one on one match!!!
Derrick Diamond: As long as it takes for either Devlin or Travis to get back in the ring!!
Phoenix stands in the corner while measuring Peter Vaughn, who is slowly trying to push himself to a standing position. Crawling towards the turnbuckles as that gives him the leverage to get back to his feet before turning around, this is the moment that Phoenix was searching for as he runs out towards Vaughn to execute a Super Kick . Only Vaughn does the same as both men connect each other with the same move at the exact same time.
Derrick Diamond: Both men are out!!!!
The official is checking on both Phoenix and Vaughn, checking in on them whether they can continue as we see Devlin Knight getting whipped into the barricades by Tristan Slater. Slater charges in on Knight with a running clothesline, but Knight stops him in his tracks by getting a boot in the midsection of Slater. He then executes a lariat of his own that sends Slater 360 in the air before landing face first onto the concrete padded floor. Knight looks over towards the ring and notices both Phoenix and Vaughn are out. He quickly slides into the ring and covers the nearest CJ Phoenix.
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Phoenix gets his shoulders off the canvas as Knight turns towards Vaughn and hooks both legs as well
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Centurion:: That was close!! I think if he went to cover Vaughn first he may have had it!!!
Knight is kneeling, holding his hands upon his knees as he is breathing heavily. He wipes some sweat from his face as he asks himself what to do next. He quickly decides to get up, lifting Vaughn to his feet as well as he sets him up for a Powerbomb position, lifting Vaughn up in the air before Vaughn manages to escape his grip and alters the move into a Frankensteiner before dropping Knight face first into he canvas before hooking both legs.
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Centurion:: Good God!!!
Derrick Diamond: I bet he has lost some teeth after that one!!!
We see an instant replay of Vaughn hitting the Frankensteiner, only to have CJ Phoenix connect with a stiff Super Kick to the face after Vaughn had managed to grab hold of both of Knights legs and unable to protect himself somehow. Phoenix drags Vaughn to the nearest corner as he jumps on top of the top turnbuckle and executes a 360 Splash off the top turnbuckle down upon Peter Vaughn. The impact causes Phoenix to bounce off of Vaughn while holding on to his ribs before dragging himself back towards Vaughn in an attempt to cover the former world champion.
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Centurion:: HE HAD HIM!!!
Derrick Diamond: He would have if Tristan Slater hadn’t pulled him off Vaughn!!!
A large portion of the crowd isn’t happy with Slater pulling Phoenix off Peter Vaughn, especially as they see Slater send Phoenix shoulder-first into the steel steps as which knocks him out of the match for now. He slides into the ring and prepares himself to cover Peter Vaughn, only to have Devlin Knight boot him in the midsection and land a vicious Tiger Driver 91!
The crowd roars as Knight makes the cover!
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WINNER AND NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION: DEVLIN KNIGHT
Match Time: 22:34
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Peter Vaughn is just a second too late to break the count as the crowd roars loudly! Devlin gets to his knees as he’s awarded the Intercontinental Championship. Devlin clutches the title to his chest before stepping up to his feet.
CENTURION: We have just crowned our third Intercontinental Champion, and his name is Devlin Knight.
Devlin climbs up on the nearest turnbuckles and climbs up on the middle rope where he hoists up the title to a thunderous ovation. Knight jumps down off the buckles and turns around where J MONT hits the ring coming from the crowd and when Knight spins around Mont lays him out with a JKO!
The crowd roars with boos as J Mont slides out of the ring and escapes out through the crowd. Monday Night Brawl fades to black.
Match Credits: Goth, Jenny Myst, and Chris Page
Segment Credits- Everyone who sent them in.
"Hello?" Chris says, his voice tight with apprehension.
"Mr. Page, this is Detective Johnson with the New Orleans PD," comes the voice on the other end of the line. "We're investigating the kidnapping of Amby, and we'd like to ask you a few questions."
Chris's heart sinks as he listens to the detective's words. He knows that the situation is serious, and he is determined to do whatever he can to help bring Amby home safely.
"Of course, Detective," Chris replies, his voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within him. "I'll do whatever I can to assist with your investigation."
Over the next few minutes, Chris answers the detective's questions to the best of his ability, providing any information that might prove useful in locating Amby. He recounts his movements leading up to the kidnapping, as well as any interactions he may have had with suspicious individuals. Meanwhile, backstage, tension mounts as the rest of the WGWF staff await news of the investigation's progress. Rumors swirl as whispers of Amby's disappearance spread throughout the arena, casting a shadow over what was supposed to be a night of entertainment and excitement.
CENTURION: Welcome To Monday Night Brawl!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Smash has nothing on the Brawl Brand!
After that comment, the Titantron Lights up and shows the name….
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This Titantron goes to black!
CENTURION: Someone needs to get with the Advertising Team and stop these right now!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Hard to turn down money and I am sure The Fortunate Ones are paying a pretty penny for these.
The bell sounds as we are underway with our opening contest. Ruby and Blakely walk out from their corners and circle each other before locking up in the middle of the ring. Ruby backs Blakely up against the ropes where the referee calls for the clean break. Ruby holds Blakely against the ropes as the referee begins his five count. Ruby breaks and backs away cleanly at the three count.
CENTURION: Ruby Darling with a clean break.
DERRICK DIAMOND: With this being Blakely’s return to the company I wonder what she is going to bring to the table to counteract the sheer size advantage of Darling.
Brooke comes off the ropes and they circle each other and look to lock up but this time Blakely drops down and takes a back waistlock. Ruby throws a reverse elbow connecting to the side of Brooke’s head breaking the hold. Ruby spins around and catches Blakely with a Belly to Belly Suplex! Cover by Darling.
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THRE…
Blakely escapes with a kick out.
CENTURION: Ruby is looking end things early.
Darling gets back to her feet picking Blakely up off the mat and hurling her into a neutral corner. Darling charges in after Blakely who throws up a boot to the face rocking Darling out toward the middle of the ring for Blakely to connect with a Superkick that drops Darling to one knee for Blakely to lock a front face lock and plant Darling into the mat with a DDT!
Blakely makes a cover.
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THRE…
Darling kicks out.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Darling with a kick out!
CENTURION: Can Blakely keep up the pressure on Ruby?
Blakely gets to her knees and begins hammering away with right hands to the forehead of Darling. The referee lays the count to Blakely who gets to get feet at the four count while being admonished for her actions. Blakely picks Ruby up off the mat and sets her up for a Suplex. Blakely looks for the Suplex but Ruby blocks. Blakely attempts the suplex again and again it’s blocked by Darling and countered with a Suplex to a huge pop from the crowd.
Darling gets back to her feet followed by Blakely who walks into a Spinbuster Slam! Ruby makes the cover with a hook of the leg.
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THRE…
Blakely escapes with a kick out!
CENTURION: Just a two count!
DERRICK DIAMOND: You gotta think this has to be a must-win for both Darling and Blakely.
Darling steps back up to her feet, and she picks Blakely up but it’s Blakely who counters the pick-up attempt with a jawbreaker! Blakely drives Darling back into a neutral corner with a shoulder block into the buckles. Brooke drives a series of shoulder blocks into the midsection before hoisting Ruby up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Blakely looks to step up on the middle ropes but she’s met with a vicious headbutt from Darling that sends Blakely back out to the middle of the ring.
Darling stands on the middle rope where he leaps off with a Shotgun Dropkick on the money!
Ruby makes her way back to her feet where she immediately picks Blakely up off the mat and takes her up into the air on her shoulders! The crowd roars loudly as Ruby drives Blakley down into the mat with an Electric Chair Face Buster!
CENTURION: SEEING STARS BY DARLING!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Ruby makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
3!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: RUBY DARLING
Match Time: 5:23
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Daling has her arm raised in victory with a huge smile on her face as we fade.
We shift to the parking lot where we find an enormous monster truck pulling into the lot, bearing the name of someone most hated in the wrestling world.
Those watching this on the tron go crazy with hateful jeers. The camera gets up closer and we find Sonya is surprisingly the one driving the beast of a truck. Norris and Smith climb out of it and survey the VIP parking spots already taken by Candice Page’s luxury vehicle and a few other suits-and-ties who stay off camera mostly. They check to see if anybody is in the vehicles, before giving Benson the thumbs up.
Benson revs the engine and then drives onto the cars, crushing them underneath her truck and leaving it there as if she’s parked the truck in a perfectly legal way. She climbs down with help from Norris and Smith and she’s immediately confronted by some staff and security.
HEAD OF SECURITY: Stop right there! You, nor any of the Fortunate Ones are allowed in here, and you also just committed vehicle crimes and will reported to the proper authority immediately.
SONYA BENSON: Oh, puh-lease. The cars are insured and if not I’ll replace them with better ones. As for me not being allowed here, well, hmmmm… Norris?
Her manager pulls out some paperwork and smugly hands it to him. The Head of security is seen looking it over as we cut to commercials.
As the high-energy spectacle of WGWF Brawl airs on television screens across the nation, the backdrop of a somber investigation into the kidnapping of Amby, a child under the age of one, casts a shadow over the usual excitement of the wrestling event. The New Orleans PD's investigation takes center stage, with detectives tirelessly working to unravel the mystery behind Amby's disappearance. Backstage at the WGWF arena, the atmosphere is tense as detectives move through the corridors, questioning various members of the wrestling organization in their search for clues. Among those they encounter is Mac Bane, the reigning WGWF World Champion, known for his imposing presence and formidable skills in the ring. Detectives approach Mac Bane, their expressions serious as they seek any information that might aid in their investigation. With his championship belt slung over his shoulder, Mac Bane towers over the detectives, his demeanor stoic as they address him.
"Mr. Bane, I'm Detective Martinez, and this is Detective Johnson," one of the detectives begins, his tone businesslike. "We're with the New Orleans PD, and we're investigating the kidnapping of Amby."
Mac Bane's brow furrows slightly at the mention of the kidnapping, his expression betraying a hint of concern beneath his typically impassive facade. He shakes his head in response to the detectives' question, his voice steady as he speaks.
"I haven't seen or heard anything out of the ordinary tonight," Mac Bane replies, his deep voice resonating in the dimly lit corridor. "I've been focused on being champion and haven't been paying much attention to anything else."
"So you haven't seen this little girl anywhere?"
"Can't say that I have"
The detectives nod, their gaze lingering on Mac Bane for a moment longer before they move on, continuing their investigation elsewhere.
The Titantron lights up while the arena goes to pitch black. A spotlight hits the entrance way.
CENTURION: Please tell me this is not who i think it is!
DERRICK DIAMOND: It can’t be. Security is in full effect tonight.
CENTURION: You really think security is going to stop J Mont from showing up? That man, when he has his mind set to something, he is going to do it.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Maybe he thinks he has another match here tonight or maybe he is out here to answer the challenge that Devlin Knight threw out to him for Wrestle Wars.
The colorful lasers are shooting all over the arena. The young fans are giving a big reaction as they love what they are seeing. Then, out of nowhere.
A Loud explosion on the entrance way is heard as smoke fills it up. The Titantron lights up and shows….
3 BEST FRIENDS!
Another loud explosion is heard as the young fans are not liking this part. But what happens next is where the old school generation parents are going to love.
“GANGSTER’S PARADISE” BY COOLIO hits the PA System.
CENTURION: Well, maybe we have a new arrival tonight. Anything can happen on Monday Night Brawl.
DERRICK DIAMOND: We always love to see new talent hit the ring.
As the smoke clears and the music blares over the PA System, the fans are up on their feet because they want to know who is coming out. It’s like Christmas time when you are opening a gift and wonder what is under the wrapping. And…………..
CENTURION: You have got to be kidding me!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Looks like J Mont doesn't have to be here to cause ruckus.
Out walks, John Gable with Lexi Fold and Fred Knight. Gable is leading the way since he is the smallest of the 3. Meanwhile, Lexi looks as if she had 14 lines of cocaine and a bottle of Don Julio. Meanwhile, Fred looks like hell and a man that wants to kill himself. The fans are booing these 3 because they somehow connected to The Fortunate Ones but the advertisements on Smash last week stated they are Monday Night Brawl Roster members. As the 3 Best Friends walk down the ramp, Gable stops in his tracks and notices a young fan also wearing a John Gable Mask. He steps to the young kid.
JOHN GABLE: Hey punk kid. There is only one John Gable in this world and you are looking at him. Get my mask off before I have to take it off myself.
The young kid doesn't know what to do as he looks up at his parents. The Father says something to Gable but it's hard to hear over the music. John Gable finally had enough and reaches over and grabs the back of the mask and quickly pulls it over the kids head and face.
JOHN GABLE: I told you there is only one GABLE! Now sit down and worry about school tomorrow morning. Unlike you, I have a job to do. And old man, your wife is right there. Stop checking out my Lexi.
The wife notices her husband was checking out Lexi and smacks him in the face, and right in front of their child.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I wonder who got slapped harder. You or that husband? HAHA!
CENTURION: I would love to see J Mont try that again on me.
Gable, with the mask of the young kid and Lexi with Fred, make their way down the ramp. As they approach the ring, Gable walks up the steps cause he was having a hard time getting into the ring. Lexi tries to go under the top rope, but falls to the ground. Fred attempts to help her up, but she waves him off. Fred slides under the bottom rope while Lexi walks up the steps, but is staggering like she is about to fall again. Finally, all 3 new Brawl Roster Members are in the ring. They join hands together and hold them high in the air, well except Gable because he is too short to raise as high as Lexi and Fred. Gable stands near the ropes and is handed a mic.
JOHN GABLE: The 3 Best Friends have arrived here in WGWF with one goal in mind. We are going to be the Number 1 Faction and it doesn't matter if it’s Smash or Brawl. I mean, look at us. We are a tight knit team with great unity.
Fred is looking around like a lost puppy while Lexi falls backwards into the turnbuckle.
JOHN GABLE: OK, maybe we aren’t in the best of shape right now, but we will be when they decide to give us our first match. Don’t let appearances fool you. I might be short and chunky, but “The Least” John Gable is not one to mess with. And while I have you guys out here, I want to promote my foundation.
THE NEW SEED FOUNDATION. It helps the less fortunate people like John Blade, Devlin Knight, Johnny Stylez, Chris Page and others that cannot make a baby with their significant other. We have Semen stored for months, just for them. All proceeds will go to the 3 of us since they don't pay us enough here in the WGWF!
The fans do not find this funny at all. Seems as if they were put up to this act, and there is only one group in this industry who would do something like this. But John Gable keeps going.
JOHN GABLE: I want to give a special shout out to my dead wife who threw herself on the subway tracks. Without your sacrifice, I wouldn't have found my Lexi here!
Gable walks over to the turnbuckles that are holding up Lexi Fold, and he looks up at her. He gestures to her to come down to his level. Lexi comes down to one knee and is now eye to eye with John Gable. They lock lips as Gable has one of his legs go backwards as you can tell he is enjoying the kiss. When their lips unlock, Lexi attempts to stand back up but falls on her ass.
JOHN GABLE: I love you Lexi and please don't ever change on me.
Fred walks over and grabs the mic out of the hands of John Gable.
FRED KNIGHT: While you 2 are in love, where is my special lady? I am so sick and tired of being alone. Always have to prove to everyone that I am a GOOD GUY and not an ASSHOLE. I am Fred Fuckin Knight. Everyone in the United Kingdom knows me very well and soon enough, everyone in the WGWF is going to get used to this face. I am going to make sure I talk to every single one of you roster members so you can see that I am a good guy. And then, we can be friends and work as a team and try to win something, not like the ORIGINAL 5 that WGWF selected for Uncivil War!
FUCK TPW Chants are heard through out the arena. Fred has got this crowd riled up while Lexi is standing next to John Gable like they are the couple of the year in 2024. Lexi starts to stagger towards Fred and then gets into the face of Fred.
FRED KNIGHT: I would never kiss you Lexi. Especially in front of my best friend John Gable. Who do you think I am…… John Blade?
Lexi grabs the mic from Fred, as Fred takes a few steps back. John Gable walks over to Fred and looks up at him like he is 7 feet tall. Fred is looking down at Gable. It’s like Alonzo Mourning and Mugsy Bougues here. Meanwhile, Lexi has the mic.
LEXI FOLD: Listen up. Fat man in the Front Row that looks like Flash Rotten. Save me a beer.
John Gable walks up to Lexi, and puts both his hands on his hips looking like Carlton Banks. He looks up at her after that comment.
LEXI FOLD: Relax hun. Did you want to buy me a beer and spend more money? You have to replace that 1997 Ford Windstar that The Fortunate Ones ran over.
John Gable puts his head down and walks back to the corner.
LEXI FOLD: Like I was saying. I am your FOLDING CHAIR GODDESS! I can do it all, better than any lady in this arena tonight. If you do not agree with me, you can step up and get dealt with. It will be POETIC JUSTICE when i knock you out. I will BUST YOUR EGO! It will be all about the STRIKING FOLD! The FINAL ACT will be getting the FOLDILOCK on whoever has the balls to get in the ring with me. And any lady that wants to try to take JOHN GABLE from me, you can try, but you will get nailed with the FOLDIPLEX! Don't be a FOLDDIGGER. Gable is all mine and I cannot wait till he gets me that Chrysler Pacifica.
John Gable walks over before Lexi has a complete meltdown. He taps her Knee Cap as she looks down. They join hands and walk back over to the turnbuckle. Fred walks towards them to get the mic back.
FRED KNIGHT: If anyone in the back has a problem with us being here, then come out and get your asses handed to you. More like KNIGHT KNIGHT! I will hop into my KNIGHT RIDER and run you bitches over. I have nothing to lose. I was adopted and worked at Blockbuster then it shut down. Then I worked at KMart and it got shut down. And then I thought I hit the jackpot as Store Manager of Toys R Us, but then that shut down. From that point on, I've been living off stimulus checks, the government and whatever side hustles I can make. Only Fans isn’t working for me either.
John Gable grabs the mic out of Fred’s hand.
JOHN GABLE: ENOUGH!!!!!!! Get your head out of your ass Fred and cut the shit. You are depressing me with your sad stories and all your boring past history. And Lexi, you need to learn how to carry yourself in public, especially here in the WGWF. If we are going to cause some waves and take over, we need to be a well oiled machine and not all over the map. So, let’s get in the middle of the ring together.
The 3 of them get into the middle of the ring. Gable raises his fist as high as he can in the center of them. Fred follows suit as his fist comes down, followed by Lexi’s.
JOHN GABLE: And we're the three best friends that anybody could have
We're the three best friends that anyone could have
We're the three best friends that anyone could have
And we'll never, never, ever, ever, ever leave each other
The 3 of them are smiling and look to be back on track as a unit here.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I……I…….I………
CENTURION: I am in the same boat right now Derrick. I don't know what to say after seeing that or even what to think.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell has rang as we are witnessing a showdown of different proportions as one half of the tag team champions Terry Marshall is standing opposed to 4’5 Pogo the Clown. Pogo lifts his head upwards, gazing at the man who is clearly two feet bigger than him. Pogo starts to tumble backwards as he bumps into the ropes, clearly dizzy from looking up so high as this causes Stitches to tag himself in. Pogo looks at his tag team partner and asks him what is going on, only to have Terry Marshall not wasting any time and clotheslines the distracted bigger clown over the top rope to the outside.
Centurion: I think this wasn’t the distraction that Stitches referred to from Pogo earlier this week.
We see Marshall step through the ropes, about to jump off the apron but gets his ankle locked tightly by the smaller Pogo. This distraction gives Stitches enough time to get back upon his feet as he executes a dropkick to the ankle of Marshall as that causes him to loose his balance and falls down to the canvas as Pogo had let go at the right moment. The two clowns give each other a high five.
Derrick Diamond: I guess this was the secret plan that they had in mind Cent!!!
We see Stitches turn his attention to Terry Marshall, who is holding on to his ankle as the clown starts to kick him in the leg several times before backing off as The Space Lord comes charging around the ring and gets in the face of the 5’11 clown who backs off quickly as he rolls back into the ring. Space Lord turns his attention towards Marshall, helping him to his feet as he guides him back into the ring where Stitches immediately delivers a shot block to the painful leg before dragging him to his corner where he tags in his smaller friend Pogo. Pogo climbs the top turnbuckle as he jumps off the turnbuckle with a Double Axhandle.
Centurion: Did he just miss his target???
Derrick Diamond: Well I guess he just came up short.
We see the replay of the move, where Pogos small arms came up short of hitting upon the painful leg of Terry Marshall. Stitches rubs his smaller friend across the head, telling him to keep it going as he is doing great. Pogo gives him the thumbs up as he climbs on top of Marshall and starts to deliver speedy punches against the face of the bigger man, whose eyes suddenly widens with intensity on his face. The look on his face causes Pogo to back off in fear as it seems that Terry Marshall’s anger causes him not to feel pain. Marshall gets up to his feet, grabs Pogo by the throat and lifts him up in the air. There Pogo uses the fake flower upon his outfit to spray water in the face of Marshall. But this only angers the bigger man even more as he delivers a big time slam as he drives the smaller clown into the canvas with authority before going for the cover.
1!!!
2!!!
Thr…
The pinfall is broken up by Stitches, who has grabbed the bad leg of Marshall and drags him off of his tag team partner. Marshall slowly gets to his feet and corners Stitches, who tells him that he isn’t the legal man in the match and that he cannot touch him.
Centurion: You should have thought of that before getting in the ring clown!!!
Marshall is too far from listening to Stitches pleading, setting him up to toss him over the top rope. Only to drop down to his knees as we see Pogo drive his big head in the back of his knee. Stitches quickly gets to the outside of the ring, extends his hand to tag himself back in as Pogo tags him. Stitches climbs the top turnbuckle as we see Pogo struggling.
Derrick Diamond: Are we going to see it??
Centurion: See what?? What is this clown doing???
Pogo tries to lift Marshall in the air, but fails to do so as he just places his knee underneath the arm of Marshall that he is holding as Stitches drops off the turnbuckles for an elbow drop
Derrick Diamond: The Clown Elbow!!!
Centurion: Is that a move???
We see both Pogo and Stitches celebrate before Pogo realizes that he has to get out of the ring before the count of five and barely manages to do so. Stitches goes for the cover as the referee starts to use th three count.
1!!!
2!!
Marshall bench presses the clown off of him, sending him to the canvas several feet away from the co holder of the tag team champions. Who slowly gets to his feet and sets his sights to tag in his tag team partner Space Lord, who is gearing up to destroy two clowns. Terry notices Stitches standing between them, extending his arm to the clown and starts to wave his finger that he better should not do it. But Stitches refuses to step aside as this gives Marshall the opportunity to punch Stitches in the head, sending him into his own corner where Space Lord immediately grabs hold of Stitches arms as this prevents him from running away as we see Marshall look around the arena as he asks whether he should run into the clown as the fans go wild.
Centurion: We going to have a Clown Pancake!!!!
Marshall charges in on Stitches, drives a clothesline into the throat area of the clown who drops down to the canvas as Marshall finally is able to tag in Space Lord. Space Lord grabs Stitches by the outfit, pulls him up over his shoulder and sets him up for a running Powerslam as he drops him hard on the canvas and goes for the cover.
Derrick Diamond: Here we go!!
Centurion: NO!! Pogo got the official distracted!!!
Indeed, on the outside we see Pogo distracting the official with some magic tricks as the official is amazed at the talent of the smaller clown. This causes KC and Pax to walk out to the ring and tell the official that he needs to turn around before running after Pogo to the delight of the fans.
Centurion: I think that Clowns R Us got more than they bargained for!!!
We see Pogo run like crazy, tripping his tiny legs over the television cables that are on the floor on the outside. Causing Pax and KC to giggle at him before taking pictures for them to post on their Social Media accounts as we see the official inside the ring start to count to three.
1!!
2!!!
Thr…
But somehow we got Stitches who manages to do something that relates to a kick out, Space Lord looks at the official before shrugging his shoulders as he starts to say that he is going to do another Running Power Slam as the Cassette Collective are cheering the tag team champions on.
Derrick Diamond: I guess the chances of the Cassette Collective and the clowns ever becoming friends are gone huh??
Space Lord grabs Stitches and lifts him up over his shoulder, setting him up for another Running Powerslam. Only this time Stitches manages to rake his eyes in the process, causing Space Lord to let go off him. Stitches looks around for Pogo to tag him in, only to see Pogo crawl on his hands and knees away from the Cassette Collective before climbing the steel steps on the other side of the ring.
Centurion: Good Lord, I just hate clowns.
Stitches tries to run to the other side of the ring, only to get his ankle grabbed by the Space Lord as that causes him to trip and fall on his face. The crowd are laughing out loud as we see Stitches leaning on his rather big red nose what keeps his body from touching the floor. Space Lord. Who drags him back towards his corner as he tags back in Terry Marshall. Space Lord climbs the top turnbuckle as we see Terry Marshall lift Stitches up on his shoulders for their trade mark finishing move.
Derrick Diamond: S.E.X. O Matic!!!
The Cassette Collective start to cheer along with the crowd, wanting to see the clowns eat the dreaded Doomsday Device from the champions. When suddenly we see Pogo run up to Terry Marshall and drives his head back into the back of the knee from the bad leg. This causes him to trip, just at the moment Space Lord jumps off and only hits air as Stitches has fallen on top of Terry Marshall.
Centurion: No way!!! This can’t be happening!!!
We see Pogo hold on to the bad leg of Terry Marshall on the outside as he had slipped out of the ring as the official starts to use the three count on the champs..
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
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WINNERS AND NEW WGWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: CLOWNS R’ US
Match Time: 11:34
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The look on the faces of the crowd and especially the Cassette Collective and the former champs are of pure shock as we see the clowns celebrate their victory over the tag team champions. Pogo has ran off and grabbed the tag titles, stumbles over his feet before getting in the ring as he and Stitches hold the titles in front of the faces of the Cassette Collective, who cannot believe what has happened.
Derrick Diamond: They Did it!!!
Centurion: I need a drink.
Promises have been broken.
Consequences will be severe.
But that’s not what’s important right now, what is important is that Bobby Ray Willis is looking absolutely amazing right now. His hair is back to its full blonde curled puffed out glory, there are no longer bags underneath his eyes, he looks refreshed and wild-eyed. Also, not that you had to ask but Bobby Ray is one hundred percent buck naked. The naughty bits are still blurred out because he still hasn’t won his war against the WGWF Censors, but he is still greased up head to toe.
As Bobby Ray walks about in a bit of a confused state he begins to speak to himself out loud.
BRW: “I knew it, I knew it… I knew this was the only way of getting back here. Doll E is sure gonna be pissed though.”
Bobby Ray continues his naked walk through the white fog contemplating life, the universe and everything in-between. That is, until he suddenly stops dead in his naked tracks so fast that the blurry part in the front is forced to move. He begins to psych himself up.
BRW: “This is it. This is the moment that I have literally been dying for. Deep breath, Bobby Ray, no backing down here… remember you’re probably not going to get another shot at this. No turning back, let’s do this.”
Bobby Ray forces himself forward, towards the council of three people in white cloaks and black masks, those being the members of WGWF Censors. Those are the three that have been all denying you to the full glory of Bobby Ray to this point, they are the bad guys. Bobby Ray extends his arms outwards so they can see everything.
CENSOR: “Could you cover yourself up or something, Mr. Willis? I can almost see through the blurs, can we conjure up some more fog to block this more?”
Bobby Ray doesn’t stop, he drags himself through the battle he’s fighting with his inner self right now and moves forward to the cloaked individuals. Even as the fog thickens up, Bobby Ray moves forward getting within an arm's length. The trio spread out a bit as he stood across the center one. The center one is always the leader, right?
BRW: “You! You have been holding me back in WGWF. No, you have been the ones holding me back my entire life. You have never let me be myself, and always censored my thoughts and dreams. Well tonight, I figure something out for myself…”
CENSOR: “And just what would that be, Mr. Willis?”
Bobby Ray is surrounded now, like a scared kid standing across from a group of bullies Bobby Ray stands there like a deer in headlights. He forces shut his green eyes, takes a deep breath and opens up his eyes again.
CENSOR: “Time to wake up Mr. Willis. This is over once ag…
And with the quickest snap you ever did see, Bobby Ray snatches the hood right off of the head of the center person. The man recoils and covers up his face as Bobby Ray drops the hood to the ground and stares directly at him, the other two WGWF Censors scatter out of the picture.
BRW: “Face me.”
The unmasked censor turns his head, and looks at Bobby Ray. There is a bit of confusion on Bobby Ray’s face.
BRW: “Kraken Kazmerick? I heard you died or something. What the hell are you doing here?”
Sure enough, it’s Kraken Kazmerick who once was on the WGWF roster and disappeared back into the depths. Kazmerick cracks a smile and shrugs his shoulders towards Bobby Ray.
KAZ: “What am I doing here? Oh, this is not the time nor place for that wild story. Dead? Me? No, that is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange eons even death may die. Dead? No, I have simply been waiting at the bottom for someone to stir me backup to the top. I think it’s time to rise one more time, huh?
Dead? Never.
I am reborn… in blood.”
Just then Kazmerick holds a staple gun to the forehead of Bobby Ray, who never saw it coming.
KAZ: “Your blood.”
And that’s when Kazmerick presses down on the handle of the silver staple gun and sinks one right into Bobby Ray’s forehead. But before the damage done can be seen, Bobby Ray wakes up in a hospital bed wearing a gown and hooked up to an IV bag. He is in a full sweat as he looks about the room, through the opening in the gown there is medical tape covering both of his nipples.
Not to mention the bandage across his forehead.
Bobby Ray is relieved for a moment, until he sees that both Doll E and Cooper are standing there with just about the angriest looks on their faces. We fade to black.
The screen at the top of the ramp fizzles to life and the crowd go absolutely nuts.
Devlin Knight steps out onto the top of the ramp, dressed in black sneakers, black jeans and a white t-shirt which has a small photo of every member of TFO on the front with a big red x over their faces and the back reads THE (UN)FORTUNATE ONES. The crowd pops for this even louder, as Devlin turns around showing off the back of his t-shirt then starts making his way down the aisle, slapping hands and fist bumping fans as he goes. He jumps up onto the apron, wipes his feet and climbs between the ropes, before asking for a microphone and leaning against a turnbuckle waiting for the music to die down as the crowd chants his name over and over…
DEVLIN KNIGHT: “No Joseph or The Unfortunate Ones tonight? Well not yet anyway! Well, that's good, because I mean I think they've spoken enough over the time as it is, wouldn't you agree?”
The crowd continue to go nuts, chanting Devlin’s name as he stands there, pointing to the crowd with his microphone hand.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: “But despite you not being here “brother”, I do want to ask something… I'd love to know where all my previous invites have been for crowning parties within the TFO? Yours, Clyde's?! I mean according to you we're pals and all, right? They must have gotten lost in the mail or something, I guess… I mean I'd definitely have invited you to mine, if Max and myself hadn't been screwed Friday night in the S.E.X Cup by the current Duos Champs… Call me old fashioned but I'm still trying to understand why the PRIZE was in the tournament anyway?! But, I digress if I'm ever given the opportunity to go at those guys for the belts again, I know Max would ante up in a second! Kudos to you and Vaughn by the way for adv… Oh wait, nevermind! But speaking of J Mont, what ABOUT you, Joseph? Did YOU get lost? I mean your mouth could be running a million miles an hour but could never see you yapping with it! Did you go into hiding? I've been looking for you Joseph, ever since I've been back, in order to figure this out, but anytime I'm told you're in attendance I go searching and you just… Poof… Disappear in a puff of smoke, even Friday night I wanted to confront you after our S.E.X Cup matches and you got out of my line of sight quick dash eh? And I thought for sure, considering you like to make an appearance every week even when stuff doesn't concern you, you'd be here tonight but apparently not! Not yet anyway…”
Devlin starts pacing again as the crowd roars with approval…
DEVLIN KNIGHT: “But let me get back on track here… I think we're all tired of these silly antics you pull man, I mean honestly at first, they were cutesy, but then they just got irritable and irksome… I understand you tried hard to get me to bite and I applaud you for that but hoss? You're literally the equivalent of Ashton Kutcher having some kind of battle with eighth graders on who can prank better! So let me just simplify this for you, Joseph… Because again, I know you're trying to duck me. I know you heard me last week and then on Smash you decided to talk about running it back with others, how you now don't need to appear at WrestleWars because your match with Page happened already… Well, let me make it crystal clear…..”
The crowd constantly popping and chanting “J MONT IS A PUSSY! J MONT IS A PUSSY!” hasn't stopped throughout the entire shoot. Devlin stops pacing once again, illustrating with his non mic hand as he continues to speak.
DEVLIN KNIGHT: “I'm not someone who waits for his time to come and knowing me as you do, you know I don't ask permission. Joseph what happened last Brawl, wasn't me making a request hoss! You WILL be at WrestleWars to face me… You're not booked since you took on Page last Brawl and I'm not cooking anything yet…I don't care if I have to facilitate a TFO style entrance and have you flown in, hanging upside down from a damn Chinook or something, you and I will be in action one on one and I'll tell you what man because I know how your mind works, I'll even give you some incentive here and let you choose the stipulation! How's that cook for ya? Let it permeate in that little brain of yours and come back to me soon… Now, I've got a match to go get ready for, enjoy the rest of the night whether you're watching from home or the arena, Joseph!”
Devlin winks at the hard cam and quite literally drops the microphone as “Welcome home” kicks back up again. He walks to the ropes, drops and rolls under them onto the outside canvas making his way to the back, interacting with the fans again as he does.
As WGWF Brawl unfolds amidst the backdrop of the New Orleans PD's investigation into the kidnapping of Amby, tensions run high backstage as detectives comb through the corridors, questioning various members of the wrestling organization for any leads. Among those approached is John Cable, a key figure within the WGWF, known for his role in managing talent and overseeing operations. Detectives approach John Cable, their expressions serious as they seek any information that might shed light on Amby's disappearance. John listens attentively, his brow furrowed in concern as he processes the gravity of the situation.
"Mr. Cable, I'm Detective Martinez, and this is Detective Johnson," one of the detectives begins, his voice firm but respectful. "We're with the New Orleans PD, and we're investigating the kidnapping of Amby. Have you seen or heard anything suspicious tonight?"
John Cable takes a moment to collect his thoughts before responding, his tone measured and composed. "I haven't seen Goth since the TPW vs WGWF Un-Civil War," he explains, referencing a previous event where tensions between the two wrestling promotions reached a boiling point. "If you need security footage or have questions for the Lock Down Offices, please contact Sebastian St. Paul. He can help you with any information the company may have."
The detectives nod, jotting down Sebastian St. Paul's name for reference. "Thank you, Mr. Cable," one of them says. "We'll be sure to follow up with Mr. St. Paul for any additional assistance."
John Cable nods in acknowledgment before adding, "Any further inquiries should be directed to my lawyers with the Foundation." He understands the importance of ensuring that proper channels are followed and legal protocols adhered to in such a sensitive matter.
With that, the detectives bid John Cable farewell, moving on to continue their investigation elsewhere. Meanwhile, John's mind races with concern for Amby and her well-being, hoping that the authorities will be able to swiftly locate her and bring her home safely.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell has rang as we see Pax starting off for the Cassette Collective against Artemis, the two circle each other before locking arms. Artemis powers Pax into the corner where she sets Pax up for an back elbow to the side of Pax her face. But Pax manages to step away and hits a kick in the midsection of Artemis before tagging in KC as both members of the Cassette Collective set Artemis up for a double Suplex. KC follows it up by running the ropes, coming off the ropes with a double handstand into a splash on top of Artemis for the count of three.
1!!
2!!
Thre….
Artemis manages to kick out, we see Donatello jumping up and down on the outside, thanking God on his bare knees for the fact that Artemis kicked out. KC grabs Artemis by the arm, pushing her into the ropes as she sets her up for an Irish Whip. But Pax can’t follow it up as we see Donatello having grabbed hold of her ankle as she tries to kick her free from his tight grip.
Centurion: First it is those clowns that get on the Cassette Collective’s case, now it is that idiot Donatello!!!
Derrick Diamond: The MUSE Donatello Cent!!
Centurion: Whatever.
KC manages to break free, only to walk into a running Knife Edge Chop that staggers KC into the ropes. Artemis follows it up with a picture perfect Suplex that drops KC hard on the canvas as she sits up while catching her breath. Only to have Artemis tag in Achilles before running towards KC and grabs her head from behind, rolls through and have her head bounce forward to the canvas before bouncing backwards due to the high impact. Achilles follows it up with a Leg Drop on top of the member of the Cassette Collective as he goes for the pin.
1!!
2!!!
Thr…
KC manages to kick out before the count of three, Achilles immediately wraps his arm around her chin in a reverse chin lock while putting all of his weight on her neck and back. We see Pax on the outside clapping her hands, trying to get the audience rallied behind her tag team partner who is trying to extend her arm in order for Pax to tag her in but she is too far away from her.
Centurion: This match is very important for both teams, I could assume that with the Cassette Collective holding a victory over the current champs could propel them to a future shot.
Derrick Diamond: The Clowns vs. The Cassette Collective, that would be amazing!!
We see KC trying to get to her feet, slowly managing to get on a knee before to her feet. She drives a few elbows into the midsection of Achilles as that softens up his grip. She is about to run to the ropes for an offensive move, only to be outwitted by Achilles who yanks her at her hair as that causes her to drop down to the canvas real hard. Achilles drops a knee across her face before going for another cover.
1!!
2!!!
Thr…
We see Pax quickly get back upon the apron as she was attempting to break it up, but stopped as she noticed that KC could kick out at the pin attempt. Achilles drags KC to his corner and tags back in Artemis.
Derrick Diamond: We just mentioned the Cassette Collective, but how would the art world react if Artemis and her muse are one half of the tag team champions???
Centurion: I doubt Donatello would ever wrestle inside a wrestling ring Derrick.
Achilles drops KC with a slam as Artemis runs the ropes before coming off the ropes with a picture perfect dropkick that sends KC crashing the back of her head on the canvas as now Artemis goes for the pin.
1!!
2!!
Thr…
Pax runs in in order to break the three count, only to have the official warn her to get back to her corner within the count of five or else risk disqualification. This gives Artemis the chance to tell Achilles to get in the ring as both of them start to lay the boots to KC before Artemis claps her hands behind the back of the official as if there was a tag before stepping to the outside of the ring. Pax starts to scream at the ref that there was no tag, only for the official to ask Artemis and Achilles if they made a tag and get a yes from them while the crowd boo the rule breaking tactics.
Centurion: There was no tag ref!!!
Achilles scoops up KC for a slam, drops her to the canvas and goes for a Knee Drop off the ropes, but KC manages to roll out of the way and drags herself towards Pax to try to get a tag in. Only for Artemis to run in and grab the leg of KC at the final moment, trying to prevent her from making the tag. KC gets turned over on her back in order for Artemis to perform a Slingshot, but KC pushes both legs against her chest and kicks her into the ropes as she falls over the top rope to the outside.
Derrick Diamond: This is KC’s opportunity to tag in Pax!!!
KC crawls towards the corner and makes the tag, causing Pax to run in the ring with a house on fire to much happiness from the crowd. Executing consecutive dropkicks to both Artemis and Achilles who attack her after each other. Pax then whips Artemis through the top and middle rope into Donatello, who breaks her fall as Artemis lands in an awkward position. Achilles blocks a kick attempt and spins Pax around before setting her up for a clothesline that she ducks. In the meantime we see KC having climbed the top turnbuckle and executes a Cross Body Block off the top rope into Achilles that drops him to the canvas. She quickly gets to the outside as we see Pax preparing herself to hit a Super Kick to the much larger Achilles.
Centurion: Can the Cassette Collective do it??!!!
Achilles staggers forwards, walking straight into the super kick from Pax as she goes for the cover
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
Centurion: They did it!! The Cassette Collective did it!!!!
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WINNERS VIA PINFALL: THE CASSETTE COLLECTIVE
Match Time: 6:56
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As the tension mounts backstage at WGWF Brawl amidst the ongoing investigation into the kidnapping of Amby, an under 1-year-old, a sense of urgency grips both the wrestling organization and the New Orleans PD. Despite their efforts, the detectives have yet to uncover any leads that could shed light on Amby's disappearance. Just as frustration begins to set in, the scene suddenly shifts to the parking lot outside the arena. An unmarked black Charger pulls up, catching the attention of security personnel stationed nearby. Two men step out of the vehicle, their demeanor authoritative as they approach the security checkpoint. Immediately, security rushes over, poised to intercept the newcomers. However, the men display their badges, revealing themselves as agents of the FBI. The announcement sends a ripple of astonishment through the crowd gathered outside the arena, as whispers spread about the escalation of the investigation to the federal level.
"This kidnapping is now a federal matter," one of the agents declares, his voice commanding attention. "We'll need full cooperation from the WGWF staff and access to any relevant information or evidence."
Taylor eyed her opponent warily, while Goth's eyes gleamed with a sinister intensity. With a sudden burst of speed, Taylor lunged forward, aiming to catch Goth off guard. But Goth was ready, sidestepping her attack with ease and sending her crashing to the mat with a resounding thud. Goth wasted no time in asserting his dominance. With a menacing grin, he charged towards Taylor, who met his advance with a fierce determination. The two locked up in a test of strength, but it was clear from the outset that Goth held the upper hand. With a powerful shove, he sent Taylor crashing to the mat again, the impact reverberating throughout the arena.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Clear mismatch here. I struggle to see what chance Taylor truly has in this match.
CENTURION: Goth has disappointed us before. You never know.
Undeterred, Taylor quickly rose to her feet, only to find herself met with a barrage of strikes from Goth. Each blow landed with precision, sapping away at Taylor's strength with every passing moment. Despite her best efforts to mount a counterattack, she found herself struggling to keep up with Goth's relentless assault. With each blow he landed, he seemed to be sending a message not just to Taylor, but to someone else entirely. And with each passing moment, that message became increasingly clear.
"Jenny," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt as he addressed Taylor, "you can't hide from me." The words hung in the air like a sinister omen, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked within the wrestling world.
Despite Goth's taunts, Taylor refused to back down. With a steely determination, she rose to her feet, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. But Goth was relentless, his attacks coming fast and furious, each one more devastating than the last.
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is chilling. He is systematically dismantling Taylor Sweet here, and he's calling her Jenny.
CENTURION: He's a man obsessed. Jenny doesn't just live in his mind rent-free, she's set up an entire condo.
Despite the odds stacked against her, Taylor refused to back down, her resilience shining through in the face of adversity. With a newfound determination, she launched herself at Goth, catching him off guard with a flurry of strikes. For a moment, it seemed as though she might turn the tide of the match in her favor.However, Goth proved to be a formidable opponent, his strength and skill unmatched by any other. With a swift counter, he seized control once more, locking Taylor in a devastating hold that left her gasping for air. As Goth applied pressure, Taylor's struggles grew increasingly desperate, her attempts to escape proving futile against his overwhelming strength.
With a triumphant smirk, Goth tightened his grip, his eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction as Taylor's resistance faltered. In a last-ditch effort to break free, she reached out towards the ropes, but they remained just out of her grasp.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Her best choice here is to tap out. Get out of here while she still has a career.
But she was able to get one final surge, and grab the ropes. A look of sheer relief on her face as the ref makes Goth break the hold. With renewed determination, she launched herself at Goth once more, unleashing a flurry of strikes in quick succession. But each blow seemed to glance off him effortlessly, as if he were made of solid stone.
"Jenny," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice, "is that the best you've got?"
The sound of Jenny's name on his lips sent a shiver down Taylor's spine, but she refused to let it distract her.; Goth retaliated with brutal efficiency, his strikes finding their mark with unerring accuracy. Taylor fought back with all her might, but it was clear that Goth was in control. With each passing moment, his dominance became more apparent, his every move calculated to wear her down both physically and mentally. As the match wore on, Taylor found herself growing increasingly desperate. She knew that she had to find a way to turn the tide in her favor, or risk being consumed by the darkness that threatened to overwhelm her. With a burst of energy, she launched herself at Goth once more, determined to show him that she was not so easily defeated. For a brief moment, it seemed as though Taylor might have the upper hand. She landed several powerful blows, each one driving Goth back a step. But just as quickly as her momentum had begun, it was snuffed out by a single, devastating counter from Goth. With a cruel smile, he seized Taylor in a vice-like grip, his fingers digging into her flesh like steel claws. As he applied pressure, Taylor's struggles grew more frantic, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She knew that she was fighting a losing battle, but she refused to give up without a fight. With a final surge of strength, Taylor attempted to break free from Goth's grasp, but it was no use. With a triumphant roar, Goth forced her down to the mat, his hold unyielding as Taylor's strength finally gave out.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I am not sure Taylor has anything left in the tank here.
CENTURION: I am not sure she ever did.
With no other options left, Taylor reluctantly tapped out, conceding defeat to her formidable opponent. But even as the match came to a close, Goth showed no signs of mercy. With a cruel smirk, Goth tightened his grip, his eyes alight with sadistic pleasure as Taylor's struggles faltered. With a cruel grin, he refused to release the hold, even as Taylor's consciousness began to fade. The audience watched in horror as Taylor slipped into unconsciousness, her body limp and defenseless in Goth's grasp.
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WINNER VIA REFEREE STOPPAGE: GOTH
Match Time: 4:34
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Break the hold! Come on! She's a rag doll in there!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Here she comes! A woman on a warpath!
CENTURION: Myst with a fire in her eyes like I've never seen.
She runs to the ring and slides in. Goth breaks the hold on Taylor and pops up. Jenny with a Lou Thez press. She tackles Goth and begins to rain fists down on his head and torso. She is completely incensed!
Goth gets an elbow on her, which knocks her off, and he rolls on top and clasps both hands on her throat. He begins to choke her but she gets a thumb to the eye, breaking the choke hold. He goes for a choke again but he grabs his head, and locks in. He punches as she punches, the two connected like a puzzle piece.
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is getting ugly! The hatred between these two is well documented.
Just then, Candice Page steps out onto the rampway, ushering someone with her hands.
WGWF security runs to the ring along with refs and other personnel from the back.
CENTURION: She's called the cavalry. And I am not even sure that can stop these two!
The security and ref team pull the two off each other, but they both keep breaking the hold. Finally, it seems that they have them in their own corners, and have cooled things off. They begin to try and pull the two away when BOTH break free and meet in the center of the ring again, only to be pulled back again. Jenny is kicking at Goth, screaming, as he smiles wickedly at her.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Jenny has lost it here over this doll.
CENTURION: She considers it a best friend. Imagine the shitshow if they took the belt?
DERRICK DIAMOND: I can't even.
Jenny and Goth break off again, but both stop in the center of the ring. Both share a heavy-breathed moment of staring, then turn around.
JENNY AND GOTH START LAYING OUT SECURITY AND REFEREE!
DERRICK DIAMOND: It's mayhem out here! They've turned their attention to the security team!
CENTURION: What happens when you let the inmates run the asylum.
PINK PERFECTION on a security team member.
GOTHIC DROP on a referee.
GO TO HELL on a referee.
SINFUL CONFESSION on a security team member.
Eventually the ring is cleared. There are bodies laying everywhere. Jenny and Goth are back in the center of the ring, they look at the carnage they caused before throwing hands once again.
Right from Jenny
Left from Goth
Left from Jeny
Right from Goth.
A particularly hard shot stumbles Jenny out of the ring. She hits the mat on the outside. Goth runs off the ropes and goes for a suicide dive, but Jenny side steps. Goth crashes and burns. Jenny is back to her feet. She grabs Goth by the head and throws him into the barricade. He fights back, and the two work their way all the way up the ramp. They are on the staging area.
Jenny
Goth
Jenny
Goth
Finally, Jenny's sheer determination and anger gets the advantage. A few hard shots stagger Goth back. Jenny kicks him in the lower extremities and locks him in.
Her lip curls as her body shakes with rage.
MYST OPPORTUNITIES (Sister Abigail) ON THE STEEL STAGE!
Goth is out.
Jenny sits up, and stands up, staring at her victim.
She looks out over the stage, and her lip curls into a snarl again.
DERRICK DIAMOND: She's gonna throw Goth off the stage here. She wants to end his career, right now in New Orleans!
She picks Goth up, his legs wobbly.
Just then, she turns around. Her head snaps back and behind her on the stage is Jebediah. He is holding Amby. He has a blowtorch. Jenny's eyes go wide. She turns around toward and walks towards Jeb, pleading not to hurt Amby. He says he's do it. Another step and she gets it!
Jenny's eyes are pleading, but her lip twitches. She wants to rip his head off but doesn't want Amby hurt.
Just then, out of nowhere.........Sinful Confession! The reverse neck breaker on Myst, on the stage!!!!!
Goth kicks her once, then walks over to Jeb, the two taunt her, holding the doll, as they walk into the back.
DERRICK DIAMOND: And they've still got the doll! There is going to be even more hell to pay now and I don't think that as long as they have that doll that this is a safe working environment anymore!
CENTURION: One thing I know about Jenny is when she feels slighted, she makes it everyone else's problem!
Goth and Jeb walk to the back, leaving Jenny writhing on the stage as WGWF goes to commercial.
When we return from commercials, the rambunctious Brawl crowd is vibing until the remixed version of “Paint It Black” cranks up.
The masses become unglued, sending their HATRED to nuclear levels as the woman whom the song heralds trots out onto the stage.
DERRICK DIAMOND: OH MY GOD IT IS HER! YES! SHE’S BACK ON BRAWL! THEY DID LET HER IN THE BUILDING!
CENTURION: Stop yelling you damn fanboy! It sounds like you’re about to orgasm all over the desk! I dunno what the hell she did or said to get unbarred from the building but it better be good. I’ve enjoyed months of not having to see her or hear her damn witch voice!
Flanked by her sides as always is Norris and Smith. Her two cohorts are carrying various concealed items and make quick pace to the ring, while Sonya strolls casually behind them, wagging her head cockily at the hateful ringside fans.
Soon, the three are at the ring, where Norris sprays the ropes with sanitizer and wipes them down, allowing Sonya to step inside protected from the many viruses plaguing Louisiana. Once inside, Smith jerks a mic from the stagehand and tosses it to the most reviled woman in all of sports and entertainment.
SONYA BENSON: Well, well.
It only takes those two words to send the spectators into bedlam. Used to this by now, Sonya places her hands behind her back and patiently waits until the idiots cease their antics out of necessity.
SONYA BENSON: Hello New Stinklings, Lousy-anna. Yes, I know. I, well, the Fortunate Ones as a whole I should say, are banned from Brawl shows. Supposed to be anyway, unless invited or have just cause to be here. And believe it or not, I do have just cause for being here. Why? Because it’s not about just me. It’s about someone not in the Fortunate Ones. It’s about someone whom the Pages have the utmost respect for, as do all of you and myself. This someone is here to be made tribute to, to be made honored, to be rewarded for his works, sacrifices, and hardships. Someone whom I invited here tonight because Monday Night Brawl is where things all started for me in this wretched company, and I’m a sentimental lady. Duh. So, without further adieu, come on out Mr. Guest of Honor…
Sonya’s face burns red with blushing and she bites her bottom lip, damn it looks so cute too.
Calm Like a Bomb by Rage Against the Machine starts to play. The name Duncan Ryder flashes up on screens across the stage.
The response is muted in comparison to Sonya’s before as Duncan walks out. He’s wearing a navy blue suit and a crisp white shirt in which he seems a little uncomfortable despite the perfectly tailored cut. He starts to make his way down to the ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: From one unexpected treat to another here on Brawl tonight from a man some of those in attendance are seemingly unfamiliar with, but you’ve had some experience with.
CENTURION: That’s true. Duncan Ryder, a veteran of UGWC, notably the 2021 Wrestlestock Cup winner, also the reigning Level Up Wrestling Final Boss champion up to the promotion closing its doors. He’s defeated such greats as SEB, Larry Tact, and Buster Gloves, and the list keeps going.
DERRICK DIAMOND: More recently, though, became Sonya Benson’s trainer after she fired Damon Riggs.
CENTURION: What could make anyone want to spend a minute more around that woman than they have to I can’t imagine.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh right, who would possibly want to spend time with a beautiful young billionaire?
Duncan gets to the ring, climbs the steps, and wipes his feet on the apron before climbing between the ropes.
In the ring Duncan politely shakes hands with Norris and Smith then puts an arm around Sonya’s shoulders, pulling her into a one-armed hug. Duncan steps back as his music fades and he raises a microphone to his lips.
DUNCAN RYDER: Hello New Orleans.
There’s a small ripple of a pop from those in the crowd who’re happy that someone got the name of their home right but there remains an atmosphere of tension. Suspicion perhaps, of the relative stranger sharing the ring with the detestable Benson.
DUNCAN RYDER: It’s been an interesting day for me today. It’s been a day of firsts. My first time visiting this vibrant, historic city, and now my first time appearing on WGWF Brawl and I’ve been having a great time. Everyone has been so welcoming but despite that, I’m a little confused because so far no one has told me what I’m actually doing here.
Duncan turns pointedly towards Sonya.
DUNCAN RYDER: So Miss Benson, please, enlighten me on why I’m here and why you insisted I get dressed up for the occasion.
Sonya hops up and down excitedly.
SONYA BENSON: I thought you’d never ask! Level Up closed its door leaving you promotionless and now retired. I have a big problem with that. You see, a man of your talent, your legend, doesn’t deserve to just say they’re retired and that’s it. No. We’re here to honor you and to give you the proper send-off. So, you just stand right there looking OH so fine, and enjoy.
She gestures to the huge Brawl-Tron and it flickers to life with a burst of epic montages from Duncan’s career, all the way back to when he was fighting for literal peanuts to his present era total dominance as Final Boss Champion, and while we take this trip down memory lane, we’re joined by the song “Best Around” because Duncan Ryder is the best around. The montage even throws in some funny moments from some of Duncan’s training sessions with Sonya. Once the montage is done, the crowd gives him a rousing ovation.
Duncan smiles while shaking his head, looking appreciative but somewhat sheepish.
SONYA BENSON: But wait, there’s more! Here’s your very own t-shirt!
She giggles as she hands it to him.
Duncan takes the shirt, holding it up in front of himself by the shoulders to get a good look at it. It’s hardly the first time he’s had his own merch but he nods approvingly at it.
SONYA BENSON: Hmmm. Nope. Not quite good enough. I think we can do better. Norris, I think we got something else for him, yeah?
The portly manager gladly unveils a customized Duncan Ryder championship belt and goes about wrapping it around Ryder’s waist.
Duncan looks down at the belt, trying his best to appraise it from the awkward upside-down position. He starts shaking his head again while smiling and laughing.
Sonya is grinning at him, her enthralling blue orbs seeming to have trouble pulling away from his eyes. When she finally does manage to, she motions up the ramp.
SONYA BENSON: And look.. Look look look. No more living in a van down by the river. Sure, I already bought you a car and a backup car, but now? You get to OWN the road anywhere you go… or if you want to just do some fun stuff on the weekend sometime. Just bring me along sometimes, yeah?
Smith, who’d left a few minutes ago to retrieve something, returns driving a monster truck so loud it pierces the ears of those at ringside, possibly causing some hearing damage.
Duncan looks up at the screen in shock. Anyone capable of reading lips will know he mutters, “What on Earth am I go to do with that?”
SONYA BENSON: Now, for the last and most important gift. Look at me, Duncan.
She grabs his hands and stares up at him with the deepest, most genuine, and heartfelt look.
SONYA BENSON: My career in WGWF started right here on Brawl in August of 2022. My career in WGWF started with YOU doing something that cost you some fans, cost you some friendships. You agreed to become my trainer when nobody else would. I opened up my home to you. I brought you in from that van you were living in. I gave you a new life and for the past 18 months, I’ve put you through hell, anguish, distress, and all kinds of trauma because I’m a bitch to deal with. Somehow, despite you wanting so very much to wipe your hands of me, you endured. You had patience and honor. You did everything our contract dictated. When Punisher mock raped me, you were the only one in this entire god-forsaken sport who stood up for me, who fought for me. So…
Now she pins those big blue eyes of hers on him the softest and most tender she ever has.
SONYA BENSON: I want to gift you the honor of facing me in my final match at Wrestle Wars in April. I needed 25 wins. You’ve seen me through 24 of them. I just need one more. It’s only fitting that you-
Before she can finish, Duncan politely butts in.
DUNCAN RYDER: Whoa, whoa, whoa, let me stop you right there Sonya, I know where this is going.
Duncan takes a step back, withdrawing his hands from Sonya’s. He places his empty left hand on her shoulder and gently nudges her back a little too as he steps back, ensuring they are a little more than arm's length apart.
DUNCAN RYDER: Sonya everything you just said is true. Well, almost everything. I wasn’t still living out of a van when you hired me, though my apartment wasn’t a whole lot better but anyway. You’re right though, taking on this job with you probably did cost me fans, hurt my reputation in some ways and if it weren’t for our mutual friend Johnny Hitmaker I probably wouldn’t have taken it. When people told me some of the things you had done in your short career up to that point I’ll admit I had second, third, a hundreth thoughts but I persevered because, well, you were paying really really well. And you’re right, you were a real pain to deal with, still are a lot of the time and honestly Sonya I have to tell you, I’m disappointed.
Sonya cocked her head like a confused puppy.
DUNCAN RYDER: I don’t know if you remember that first press conference when you announced that I would be your new coach. I told everyone there that one of the reasons I took this job was because I believed that by the time you reached this point with the finishing line in sight, you wouldn’t care anymore, that this wouldn’t be the end because under my tutelage you’d have fallen so deeply in love with wrestling that you wouldn’t be able to conceive of your life without it anymore. I’m disappointed in myself that I wasn’t able to give you that.
Benson moves closer to try and get him to stop but he once again extends an arm gently, keeping her at bay.
DUNCAN RYDER: Despite that though, despite you never loving this sport in the way that I do you still turned up and trained every day. Though you complained through every minute of it you still did everything I asked of you and left your blood, sweat, and tears in the ring. To be able to do that when you love what you’re doing is great. Being able to do it when you hate what you're doing shows a level of drive, determination, and discipline that I don’t have, and nor do most people. These past eighteen months I’ve had the chance to get to know a side of you that these people don’t see. I’m happy to have had the chance to do that and proud to have been a part of your journey, which is why I can’t be your last match.
SONYA BENSON: WHY? It’s perfect! It’s symbolic. It’s.. it’s it’s like fate and stuff. It’s the perfect ending! I deserve a happy ending! WHY can’t you see that?
DUNCAN RYDER: Because I know why you’re asking me, Sonya, I know how you think. You’re hoping to get over that one last hurdle as easily as possible. You know how much I want you to succeed, how happy I am for you that this ordeal is almost at an end and you think I’ll make it easy for you. We go what, five, ten minutes? Exchange a few holds, put on a little technical exhibition then I just lay down for the count and you’ve done it? No, you’ve worked too hard and come too far to cheapen your final moment of victory like that. If that’s how you want to end things go ahead, I can’t stop you, but I won’t be a part of it either.
Duncan can now add himself to the very, very rare list of people who’ve left the mouthy bitch speechless. She wants to say something. Her lips move but can’t conjure up the words to articulate her emotions. Words don’t need to be said though. Her face says it all. Those blue orbs are misty, tears forming at their ducts. Her cute little jaw sags, confused and distraught. Sonya’s bottom lip trembles and her head shakes in disbelief. Yet still, she remains silent.
Duncan, seeing the tears, looks away. A woman crying is every man’s weakness. He wisely backs away, seeking the ropes to aid his retreat. With a sudden burst, Sonya tries to reach him, but he slips out in time and makes his way up the ramp, looking a little conflicted in the moment.
DERRICK DIAMOND: How dare that man do this to her! How dare he reject such an amazing offer. She poured her heart out to him, showered him with gifts, treated him like a King and offered him the honor of being her 25th win, and the ungrateful prick rejected her! Who the hell can reject a woman like her?
CENTURION: Duncan Ryder can, that’s who! Sonya just pulled off one of the greatest con attempts I’ve ever seen, but Duncan knew what was up. Nobody knows Sonya like he does, hell he lives with her, trains her, knows how she operates. He didn’t buy it and I am tickled pink right now. Look at her in that ring all pouty-faced and teary-eyed. HA! Love it! Cry me a river, Sonya. I’ll drown you in it!
The camera shows an ending shot of Sonya looking so dejected in the ring, being consoled by Norris and Smith. We go to commercial.
The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by J Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play, getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana looking as good as ever. He holds his usual Mezcal cocktail in his hand and is flashing that million-dollar smile of his as he stands there, soaking in all the love from the fans.
“THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA!
He makes his way to the ring, having a few exchanges with the fans, all in good fun. Once at ringside, he walks up the steel steps and after wiping his shoes, always respecting the ring, he gets inside. He walks towards the middle nodding his head to the beat of the catchy song, making his afro wave back and forth. All the fans get into it, especially the ladies and Cholo points and winks to some. He gets a mic handed to him and as his music dies down, he is about to speak when he has to pause as a “CHOLO!” chant breaks out.
CENTURION: Listen to this crowd in the Smoothing King Center Derrick! They love them some Cholo!
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is crazy, you would think the man won his ‘precious’ back at the DPI3.
Cholo can’t help but smile and he puts his right fist to his heart, showing them how much their support means to him. Once the chants die down, he goes to speak again but once again a “CHOLO!” gets started.
CENTURION: I think we’re going to be here all night if this doesn’t stop.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Look I love being on Brawl, but I don’t want to spend any extra time in Louisiana if I don’t have to.
Cholo holds his hands up and the crowd finally settles down. Cholo then speaks in a very soft, but full of emotion tone.
CHOLO: Mi gente, before we get into it, let Cholo just say, you just don’t know how much that means to him, truly. But also, how much Cholo really needed to hear it right now.
Again the crowd breaks out into a third “CHOLO!” chant. He again thanks them and then continues.
CHOLO: Thank you for lifting Cholo up, and now that you have raised me to the level Cholo needs to be, let’s get the formalities out of the way… *ahem…* QUE PASA NEW ORLEANS?!
The crowd cheers loudly.
CHOLO: Y donde esta mi gente Latina?!
A great portion of the crowd cheers loudly.
CHOLO: New Orleans, Cholo knows this is a party town and so he will not hold up the party for too long, there is still a lot of great wrestling coming your way and then there is the after party where Cholo will party just as hard as he ever has with all of you on Bourbon Street and every other street between here and there. Vamos!
Again the crowd cheers.
CENTURION: A Cholo Party in Bourbon Street, I mean I’m down! Derrick?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh you know I’m there!
CHOLO: But before we party, we got to take care of business and sadly, Cholo must admit that at the DPI parte tres, Cholo could not do just that, and once again Mac Bane ESCAPED with my precious.
The crowd boos loudly now and a “Mac Bane sucks!” chantgets started, and Cholo nods, agreeing with the crowd before continuing.
CHOLO: Mac Bane definitely sucks, and from what Cholo hears he also sw… well actually we’ll keep it PG and leave that part out and move on….
The crowd laughs and Cholo winks at the camera.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Was he about to say that Mac Bane sw-
CENTURION: SWELL GUY! Mac Bane is a swell guy, that’s what he was going to say. Move on.
CHOLO: Cholo will not go into detail of what happened at the DPI, he is sure that by now you all have seen it and if you haven’t, catch the replay now, available on Bleacher Report Live! Anyway, the reason why Cholo won’t dwell about what happened is because Cholo is all about living in the present and looking ahead to the future… Like the song by Liberty Unknown goes: “Let the past die, kill it if you have to…” Now while Cholo can’t go back in time and quote on quote, kill Mac Bane, because let’s face it mi gente, that’s murder… In just over a month, Cholo can damn well try as he will get one more shot at the Cowboy demon, as he challenges him in the main event of night 2 of Wrestle Wars in a little match called… THREE STAGES OF HELL!
The crowd goes absolutely bonkers at the announcement and Cholo nods approvingly with a big smile on his face. He takes a sip of his drink and then continues.
CHOLO: Now for those not familiar with this match, it’s quite simple, Mac and Cholo each get to choose a match stipulation, and if after both stipulations, the match is tied at 1 apiece, we will fight in a third match with a stipulation to be chosen by our great JEFE, Chris Page. Speaking of that tough hombre, he has already made the announcement that if anyone gets involved in this match, they will get fired! Now, Cholo doesn’t know how that works if someone who is not in the payroll tries to get involved, but Cholo is sure our boss has thought about everything and is on top of it…
But what this means mi gente is that we are guaranteed not to have outside interference in this match, and it is because of this, that Cholo is ready to announce his stipulation, right here, right now!
The crowd cheers loudly again but settles down quickly, as they are dying to know the vicious stipulation Cholo has chosen.
CHOLO:You see, Cholo has learned a lot about Mac Bane over the last few months we have been at war, but the number one thing Cholo has learned is that Mac Bane, one-on-one, he cannot beat Cholo! At the Cannabis Cup, he had to get himself DQ’ed…. At our first title match, he needed Slater and at this last match, he needed even more people who are not even worth Cholo’s time… But not only Cholo has learned that Mac can’t beat him, he knows, that Mac CAN’T make Cholo submit! He tried at the Cup, and when he couldn’t do it, again, he got himself DQ’ed… and that’s not on Mac, that is on Cholo because as everyone knows… Cholo’s heart is unmatched, and Cholo simply will not quit… He will not tap…. He will never, ever, submit to someone like Mac Bane!
The crowd cheers loudly.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Where is he going with this Cent?
CENTURION: I have a pretty good idea.
CHOLO: That is why, Cholo’s stipulation for Wrestle Wars is… Submissions only!
The crowd is stunned, as they were waiting for some barbaric stipulation, but they are smart, they get it, and quickly begin cheering again. Cholo asks for the camera man to get closer so only his face is seen in the frame.
CHOLO: That’s right Macky boy, Cholo dares you to do what he knows you can’t do…
Cholo toasts to the camera and takes a sip followed by the smiles of his but suddenly “The Enemy” by Godsmack begin to play, causing the crowd to boo loudly.…
CENTURION: Here comes the World Champion!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Do we get to hear his stipulation next?!
Mac steps out onto the stage with the WGWF World Title held high, shaking his head at Cholo. He stands there, mockingly, listening to the boos before making his way down the ramp. Cholo leans against the ropes sipping his drink as he waits for Mac to get there. Once at ringside, he places the world title on the apron before walking up the steel steps and without hesitation getting inside the ring. He walks up to Cholo who meets him in the middle of the ring and we have a great stare down that has the crowd chanting “HOLY SHIT!” as Mac’s music dies out.
CENTURION: Ladies and gentlemen, these are arguably the two biggest stars in WGWF right now, facing off!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Arguably? I wouldn’t want to argue against it.
Mac takes a step back, only to extend his hand out so a microphone gets handed to him. Instead, though, two people slide inside the ring from behind him chop-block both of his legs! Mac goes down hard and the duo begin attacking him!
CENTURION: Wait a damn minute! The Malvado brothers, Cholo’s cousins, are attacking Mac Bane!
DERRICK DIAMOND: It was a set up! That damn cheater Cholo!
Mac Bane tries to fight off the twin masked Luchadors, but to no avail until Cholo steps in and stops them, shoving one of his cousins off and then throwing the other across the ring!
CENTURION: Did Cholo just save Mac?
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is… weird? I don’t get it.
Cholo argues with them, saying this is not how he rolls, this is not what he's about... The Malvados plead with him but Cholo isn’t having it. He doesn’t help Mac who is crawling over to a corner but goes to leave when one of the twins grabs the World Title and shoves it in his face. Cholo goes to argue but having his ‘precious’ in his hands quickly makes him forget about everything. Just then Mac is back on his feet and begins fighting the twins with rights and lefts. Cholo snaps out of his trance, sees Mac and instinctively hits him in the back of the head with the world title! The crowd is stunned as Bane drops to one knee and Cholo tosses the title to the side before grabbing Mac from behind and snapping “EL Matador” in!
CENTURION: Cholo with his full nelson submission on Mac Bane!
DERRICK DIAMOND: So it was a set-up! Cholo was in on it!
CENTURION: I don’t think that’s the case, but having the title in his hands has made Cholo snap!
Tristan Slater rushes out from the back being followed by WGWF security and officials, A LOT of them… The Malvados intercept Tristan but the officials are able to get inside the ring and try as hard as they can to get Cholo to let go of Bane but he isn’t budging. More officials show up as well as Louisiana’s finest, and they help break up not only The Malvados and Slater, but finally get Cholo to let go off Bane.
CENTURION: Well folks, for weeks if not months we have been wondering when would Mac Bane finally break Cholo and I think we just witnessed it…
DERRICK DIAMOND: But Mac didn’t even say or do anything! This was a premeditated attack by Cholo and his “primos” who, news flash, DON’T EVEN GO HERE!
CENTURION: Well fans, we’re going to take a quick break as we restore order in the ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Wait, do we still get to go party with Cholo later?
Ding! Ding! Ding!
We see all four men inside the ring, staring each other down as they all know what is on the line, the prestige of being the next Intercontinental Champion. We see Tristan Slater begin to get into the face of Devlin Knight, causing him to push Slater away from him before the two men start to trade punches. Causing CJ Phoenix and Vaughn to eye each other in a more casual manner, trying to psych each other out as they circle each other. We see Devlin reverse an Irish whip from Slater, sending him in the ropes as he goes for a Back Body Drop that Slater stops before him and decks Knight with an uppercut to the head. Slater smirks at his handy work, only to have Peter Vaughn and CJ Phoenix execute a double dropkick to both sides that sends him crashing onto Devlin Knight before rolling out of the ring. This causes Phoenix to execute a standing Moonsault on top of Knight as he goes for the pin
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But Vaughn manages to break the count as he drags Phoenix off of Knight by grabbing him by the legs. He then sets him up for a Slingshot into the turnbuckles, Phoenix lands on the turnbuckles as he fakes to dive off the turnbuckles towards his assailant. Causing Vaughn to drop to the canvas in order to protect himself from an aerial assault that did not happen. Only for Phoenix to turn around and jumps off, diving straight into the waiting arms of Devlin Knight who drops him on top of CJ Phoenix and goes for the cover on Phoenix on top of Vaughn.
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Both Phoenix and Vaughn manage to kick out, we see Phoenix get away from Vaughn who rolls himself towards a corner in order to recuperate a little. Knight grabs CJ Phoenix by the head, whips him hard into the turnbuckles before setting him up for a running clothesline into the corner and connects. He then sets him up for a Suplex out of the corner, only to have Tristan Slater come up from behind and grabs hold of him in a Back Suplex as this drops both Knight and Phoenix on the canvas as Tristan goes to cover Knight
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Knight manages to get his shoulder off the canvas, causing Slater to immediately jump towards Phoenix as he hooks his legs for the three count.
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And again there is a count of two, Slater grabs the head of Phoenix as he starts to deliver right hand punches over and over against the man’s face before getting a running knee strike hitting him in the back of his head. This causes Slater to drop to the canvas as Vaughn runs the ropes and hits a Springboard Moonsault into an Elbow drop on top of Slater. He then sets himself up for a Standing Moonsault, but gets caught by Phoenix who grabs him by the waist and drops Vaughn shoulder first across the knee before going for the cover.
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This time it is Devlin Knight that drags Vaughn off of CJ Phoenix, he grabs him by the arm and lifts him up before whipping over the top rope as Vaughn lands on the ring apron. Knight 8attempts to go after him and clothesline the former world champion off the ring apron, only to have Vaughn catch him as he drives his shoulder into his midsection between the top and middle rope. This causes Knight to bend forward as Vaughn goes for a DDT from the outside into the ring by jumping between the top and middle rope and plants Knight hard upon the canvas and hooks both legs for the count of three.
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Now it is the unlikely duo of Slater and Phoenix that drags Vaughn off of Devlin Knight, the two men suddenly stop and look at each other at the same time. Slater asks what Phoenix is doing, only to have Phoenix hit a Pele Kick to the back of his head as he crushes down to the canvas. Vaughn immediately goes for the cover
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Phoenix drops a standing Moonsault on both men as the official didn’t get further than a count of one. Phoenix realizes that with all four men in the ring it will be nearly impossible to get a pin fall, causing him to throw Vaughn over the top rope and then turns his attention towards the other two men.
Centurion:: Someone is finally thinking with his head, all these near falls being broken up doesn’t help you win the match!!
Derrick Diamond: Especially when you have four very capable and dangerous individuals like these guys!!!
Phoenix grabs hold of Devlin Knight, yanks him up to his feet and whips him in the ropes as he sets him up for a Springboard forearm, only to be caught by Devlin Knight, delivering a Samoan Drop before grabbing him by the arm and drags him in the corner. There he puts him on top of the top turnbuckle and preps himself up for a Super Plex from the top turnbuckles. We see Phoenix trying to fight him off as the two start to trade punches, but Knight gets the best of Phoenix after a headbutt. He once again hooks his arm around the head of Phoenix for the Super Plex.
Centurion:: Tristan Slater!!!!
Tristan has managed to get back to his feet, grabs hold of the waist of Devlin Knight as he sets Devlin up for a Powerbomb out of the corner while Devlin still has got Phoenix locked in the Super Plex. We suddenly see Vaughn hop on the canvas, watching Slater dropping both men to the canvas before hitting him with a kick from the ring apron before hopping on the top turnbuckles and goes for a 360 splash on top of Devlin knight before hooking both legs for the win.
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and this time it is Devlin Knight who somehow manages to get his shoulder off the canvas, causing the fans to jump up and down from excitement. We see a split screen replay from the Powerbomb from Slater and the Splash from Vaughn into the near fall
Centurion:: This must be the closest I have ever seen to a three count in years!!!!
Vaughn gets to his feet, breathing heavily as he is contemplating his next move against either men that is down in front of him. Only to have Tristan Slater come up from behind and hits a German Overhead Suplex on the former world champion before going for the three count.
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Again another near fall as this is Vaughns moment to get his shoulder barely off the canvas, Slater is breathing heavily as he rubs his head in agonizing pain. He slowly lifts his face upwards from the downed Vaughn when he gets dropkicked in the mush by a charging CJ Phoenix. This causes Slater to roll out of the ring due to the impact of the move as Phoenix notices Devlin Knight charge in on him. He drops down, grabs hold of the top rope as that causes Devlin to tumble over the top rope onto the outside due to the speed he was using to charge in on Phoenix.
Centurion:: Now it is down to what Phoenix wanted!! A one on one match!!!
Derrick Diamond: As long as it takes for either Devlin or Travis to get back in the ring!!
Phoenix stands in the corner while measuring Peter Vaughn, who is slowly trying to push himself to a standing position. Crawling towards the turnbuckles as that gives him the leverage to get back to his feet before turning around, this is the moment that Phoenix was searching for as he runs out towards Vaughn to execute a Super Kick . Only Vaughn does the same as both men connect each other with the same move at the exact same time.
Derrick Diamond: Both men are out!!!!
The official is checking on both Phoenix and Vaughn, checking in on them whether they can continue as we see Devlin Knight getting whipped into the barricades by Tristan Slater. Slater charges in on Knight with a running clothesline, but Knight stops him in his tracks by getting a boot in the midsection of Slater. He then executes a lariat of his own that sends Slater 360 in the air before landing face first onto the concrete padded floor. Knight looks over towards the ring and notices both Phoenix and Vaughn are out. He quickly slides into the ring and covers the nearest CJ Phoenix.
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Phoenix gets his shoulders off the canvas as Knight turns towards Vaughn and hooks both legs as well
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Centurion:: That was close!! I think if he went to cover Vaughn first he may have had it!!!
Knight is kneeling, holding his hands upon his knees as he is breathing heavily. He wipes some sweat from his face as he asks himself what to do next. He quickly decides to get up, lifting Vaughn to his feet as well as he sets him up for a Powerbomb position, lifting Vaughn up in the air before Vaughn manages to escape his grip and alters the move into a Frankensteiner before dropping Knight face first into he canvas before hooking both legs.
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Centurion:: Good God!!!
Derrick Diamond: I bet he has lost some teeth after that one!!!
We see an instant replay of Vaughn hitting the Frankensteiner, only to have CJ Phoenix connect with a stiff Super Kick to the face after Vaughn had managed to grab hold of both of Knights legs and unable to protect himself somehow. Phoenix drags Vaughn to the nearest corner as he jumps on top of the top turnbuckle and executes a 360 Splash off the top turnbuckle down upon Peter Vaughn. The impact causes Phoenix to bounce off of Vaughn while holding on to his ribs before dragging himself back towards Vaughn in an attempt to cover the former world champion.
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Centurion:: HE HAD HIM!!!
Derrick Diamond: He would have if Tristan Slater hadn’t pulled him off Vaughn!!!
A large portion of the crowd isn’t happy with Slater pulling Phoenix off Peter Vaughn, especially as they see Slater send Phoenix shoulder-first into the steel steps as which knocks him out of the match for now. He slides into the ring and prepares himself to cover Peter Vaughn, only to have Devlin Knight boot him in the midsection and land a vicious Tiger Driver 91!
The crowd roars as Knight makes the cover!
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WINNER AND NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION: DEVLIN KNIGHT
Match Time: 22:34
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Peter Vaughn is just a second too late to break the count as the crowd roars loudly! Devlin gets to his knees as he’s awarded the Intercontinental Championship. Devlin clutches the title to his chest before stepping up to his feet.
CENTURION: We have just crowned our third Intercontinental Champion, and his name is Devlin Knight.
Devlin climbs up on the nearest turnbuckles and climbs up on the middle rope where he hoists up the title to a thunderous ovation. Knight jumps down off the buckles and turns around where J MONT hits the ring coming from the crowd and when Knight spins around Mont lays him out with a JKO!
The crowd roars with boos as J Mont slides out of the ring and escapes out through the crowd. Monday Night Brawl fades to black.
Match Credits: Goth, Jenny Myst, and Chris Page
Segment Credits- Everyone who sent them in.